sum. Hybrids don't exist. Not yet, anyway.
Humankind took a turn when, while diving in places they shouldn't, humans found a specimen that rests exactly between human and animal, uncanny, wrong to human eyes.
They named it merfolk.
And the next step was, of course, capture, explore, study, disturb - not exactly in that order, but you get the message.
You are kindly pressured into accepting a role to study a single subject that has been captured and caged, but not only that, you are now also responsible for teaching the subject your mother language, and you're doing it by sharing a house with it with no possibility to leave until they decide you're done.
tags. interspecies, merfolk, greatwhiteshark!sukuna, hybrid au, sharkuna, p in v, oral f!receiving, mound nuzzling, scenting, possessiveness, blood, biting, apex predator sukuna, double cocks, different cocks, dp, anal sex, exhaustion, multiple orgasms, dubious consent, period sex, orca!toji, octopus!suguru, eel!mimiko&nanako, possessiveness, lore so much lore, parasite, based on the dolphin x scientist experiment in the sixties, have fun reading it.
art: @kcokaine
š¦ MEGALODON MASTERLIST:
ETHOGRAM ENTRY I ā Week 1ā8: Acclimation, Refusal, Observation
ETHOGRAM ENTRY II ā Month 6ā14: Speech Emergence, Trust as Method
ETHOGRAM ENTRY III ā Year 2: Handling, Trade Behaviors, Mutual Reliance
ETHOGRAM ENTRY IV ā Year 3: Terminal Sampling and Summer Storms
ETHOGRAM ENTRY V ā Year 3: The Cove and the Wonders beyond the Veil
ETHOGRAM ENTRY VI ā Year 3: Shark Week and Resolutions
ETHOGRAM ENTRY VII ā ??????: Merfolklore, Saltblood and the Becoming.
ETHOGRAM ENTRY VIII ā Epilogue: Selkies, Guidance and Home.
ETHOGRAM ENTRY IX ā Attachment #1: Prey
ETHOGRAM ENTRY X ā Attachment #2: Decision
ETHOGRAM ENTRY XI ā Log File #001 - Orcas
ETHOGRAM ENTRY XII ā Log File #002 - Mating
ETHOGRAM ENTRY XIII ā Log File #003 - Rupture
šŖø Appendages references for all of you who would like to know what was he using to impale you š«¦
š MEGALODON FAQ.
š¦ Some FANARTS and yapping about him and worldbuilding because I have the best readers in all the internet, that's not a question.
āŖļø oh-my-sanity + oh-my-sanity | jin-jamm-desu | nevergreen24 | moonsquid49 | whendesdaythursday | readerinthedark05 | the House
500 days of you āā .ā¦ spiderman! gojo x reader masterlist
pairing . academic rivals spiderman! gojo x reader
summary ā¹ ą£Ŗ Ė being at the top of your class for the past few years has not been a problem for you at all, that is until he transfers in, stealing away your spot with his genius intellect and annoyingly good 4.5 gpa, better than your 4.0, all while wearing that stupid grin you just want to punch off. what's worse is he also happens to be the cities hero, in who you fall in love with, unknowing to who was under the blue mask.
warning . college au, academic rivals to lovers, eventual smut, gojo is a pervert, panty stealing, dry humping, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, sexual harassment, toxic relationship with family, unhealthy diet, fluff, set in new york like any other spiderman, female reader, p in v, oral, reader is a virgin, violence, gojo is full of himself, webs used.. inappropriately.
JJK MEN WITH SHY, NERDY READER (masterlist) series in progress: comment to be added to taglist!
GOJO AND HIS SHY GIRL! š sheās oh so awkward, anxious, and achingly inexperienced, but he loves her if not more for all of it.
ā¤· ć ĖĖĖ making his shy girl ask for it! ā you never tell him what you really want. so of course he wants you to practice your big girl words while youāre taking him :(
ā¤· ć ĖĖĖ helping you out when youāre stressed ā your boyfriend finds you crying over a test . . . so he helps you out and makes you feel better. now youāre crying for a completely different reason.
ā¤· ć ĖĖĖ blowing the birthday boy! ā youāve been anxious the whole day about your one last birthday present for him. itās something youāve never given . . . and itās not something that comes in a box. itās you and your mouth.
ā¤· ć ĖĖĖ blue christmas ā (backstory) you thought youād be spending christmas alone. gojo doesnāt let that happen. in other words: him healing your aching heart and your first kiss
GETO AND HIS SHY, NERDY GIRL! (WHOāS SECRETLY A FREAK?) š he never thought his sweet girlfriend who blushed and stuttered over kisses would have such a . . . colorful digital footprint.
ā¤· ć ĖĖĖ finding your twitter porn stash?! ā one bored scroll though your phone while your cozy reading a book has him discovering lots of things . . .
ā¤· ć ĖĖĖ recreating your favorite porn! ā immediately after finding your enlightening stash of twitter porn, he canāt help but want to recreate it with you!
SUKUNA AND HIS CUTE NERD! š the two of you are polar opposites. but who cares? surely not sukuna. heās never found anyone as cute as you! and boy . . . the things you do to him.
ā¤· ć ĖĖĖ making out for the first time? ā he gets carried away . . . and it includes more than just hot kisses. who knew the big, bad, ryomen sukuna would get hard just from making out with a girl? (his girl.)
xavier likes that his shy girl is quiet in bed ā mdni
you were soft-spoken in every sense of the word, and xavier adored that about you. he loved the way you shrank under attention, the way your voice dipped into shy mumbles when nerves got the better of you. he loved how easily you gave yourself awayāhow warmth bloomed through you at the smallest, most trivial embarrassment, heat he could feel every time you flushed.
but what xavier loved most about you, his shy girl, was how quiet you were even when speared on his cock.Ā
most men would be deterred by this. their ego would take a blow if they heard how quiet you were, but xavier? it made him crazy. made his cock throb and ache. it made him want to ruin you.Ā
because itās not that you were muteāyou made noise, but they werenāt the same moans youād hear in porn. they were the cutest little squeaks and whinesāprecious gasps and whispers of his name. tiny pleas that heās trained his ear to hear since they always come out so breathless and dulled.
it undoes him. your sweet, protective boyfriendāthe one that orders for you, the one that never judges you for being so timid, the one that takes you home the second he sees an inkling of overstimulation or discomfortāisnāt so sweet in bed because all he wantsā¦ all he needs is to pull those noises out of you. fuck you till youāre reduced to mush, tears and squeals.Ā
it always starts the sameāhe feels your heat, sees your pupils dilated, senses the restlessness. then he initiates. heās gentle at first, caressing your face and working his lips into yours like heās trying to warm you up. his hands cup your tits through the fabric of your shirt, eliciting a tiny gasp for you.
and honestly, the sound alone is enough to turn him into a monster.
a monster that tears at your clothes until youāre both left in nothing but underwear. a monster that pushes you back onto the bed and drinks you ināyour chest heaving, your lips swollen and parted. a monster that shreds your underwear without hesitation, savoring your startled whine before murmuring promises of buying you more.
āyou okay, angel?ā he pants, the question breaking through once the haze lifts just enough for him to worry heās gone too far.
but you nod, a wobbly smile tugging at your mouth as you whisper, āām okayā¦ keep going, please?ā
xavier canāt hold himself back, pulling out his cock and tapping it against your hardened clit and watching you jolt underneath him.Ā
āso fuckinā cuteā¦ā he mutters, pressing into you with a hiss. āand so fuckinā t-tight, god, honey. doesnāt matter how many times i fuck this pretty pussy, youāre always gonna be so, so tight.ā
your eyes squeeze shut, brows knitting together as pleasure takes overāmaking the prettiest face xavier has ever seen, and ever will. your expression says more than your voice ever could, the barely audible whines slipping past your lips as he pushes through the resistance and sinks fully into you.
he bottoms out with a groan, the tip of him brushing your cervix. a sharp, pained gasp tears from your throat as your walls clamp around him, tight and reactive, holding him there like you donāt want to let go.
he waits for your okayāhe always doesāand when you nod, slightly arching your back off the bed in silent permission, he grunts happily. he pulls out of you slowly, making you feel every inch of him leave your pussy till only a single inch remains and then pushes back into you. faster than his first thrustā harder.
āxavieā¦ā you whimper and it makes him throb. from his head to his dick to his toes, he throbs. his name sounds so precious, so pretty when it falls meekly out of your mouth. heād have to be ill to be immune to it.Ā
āfuck, angel, you feel so goodāso perfect. all for me.ā he groans, snapping his hips harder, watching the last of your nervousness melt away. he knows thatās why youāre so quietāwhy youāre so shy about being loud. he knows how easily embarrassment creeps in, even when you have no reason to feel it.
but he doesnāt care. you could be silent the whole time and he wouldnāt care.Ā
because your pretty face says it all. your slack jaw, the drool slipping down your face, your eyes crossing beneath knitted brows, they all scream one thing:
it feels so fucking good.Ā
and he knows when youāre close. your walls flutter and spasm around him like crazy and you canāt seem to find a place for your hands. they fall flat on his abdomen, then trail up to his chest, then back at your sides where they fist at the sheets. you get a little noisierāthough barely. your breaths turn labored, a cute squeak slipping out with every thrust as you pant, murmuring a ghost of his name between shaky exhales.
and you completely shatter when he urges you on, cooing, āgo on ān cum fāme, honey. soak my cock like a good girl.ā
itās too muchāyou canāt ever resist being praised like that. your stomach stirs and static fills your already-fuzzy brain as you clamp around him and cum. your arousal soaks him beautifully, leaving a milky-white ring around the base of his cock.Ā
the cock that fucks you through your orgasm while you whimper his name, softlyāgently, like a mantra. like itās the only word you know and it drives him crazy. it makes his hips stutter, his moans grow louder, a whiny, ābaby, ām cumming,ā spilling past his lips.Ā
then youāre full, cum flooding your pussy and spreading warmth through your body. he collapses on top of you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck with his length still trapped between your messy, worn walls. he lays a few lazy kisses against your pulse point and his lips spread into a smile against your skin when he feels you gasp.Ā
his lips trail up to your jaw, then your cheek, before his cobalt blue eyes meet yoursāsoft, adoring. āyou always sound so pretty, angel,ā he murmurs, voice like a vow, and then he seals the words with a gentle kiss to your lips. ā”
kit saysā¦ um helloā¦. i hope this is good LMAO. only proofread like once and based off this request!
fake dating sukuna for your brotherās wedding was supposed to be harmlessāuntil he starts acting like he actually wants you, and you canāt tell where the lie ends and the real thing begins.
content warnings ā«¶ fake dating, jealousy, tension-heavy dynamic, drinking/alcohol, eventual sexual content (minors dni), light angst, misunderstandings, teasing, hotel room sharing, one bed trope . . . more to come!
serena's note ā«¶ like i said i wanna move more into long-ish form work so here's my first attempt <3 i suck at committing to things so this is new to me lol i'll try my best !!
if Satoru ever owned a hybrid, he for sure would love himself a little bunny hybrid.
he would adore getting to dress her up in cute little outfits, watching as her little cotton tail would twitch adorably underneath her frilly little clothes.
he would love the way sheād try to hide every time she got flustered, her little chubby cheeks flushing a bright red as she stammered and shyly look away.
he would especially love teasing her, eyes gleaming with mischief as sheād stop her little feet against the ground, huffing and puffing as heād chuckle, clearly pleased with himself.
he would love his nightly cuddle session, getting to hold his precious bunny against his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair, gently rubbing at her ears, chuckling as she would whine and nuzzle against his chest.
all in all, Satoru loves his little bunny hybrid and wouldnāt have it any other way.
when he got to hold his baby for the first time, he cried. he never cried in front of you, not wanting you to have to deal with his burdens and carry them on your shoulders. but when he held his baby, your baby, for the first time? he cried. he tried to hold back his tears, but holding his son in his arms? it hit him in a different way.
āToji? you softly whispered out, your voice hoarse from the strain of your labor, watching at how gently Toji hold your new baby is his arms.
āHey there, little guyā¦ā Toji mumbled out, his whole focus on the newborn in his arms. He gently brushed a finger against his sonās face.
when Toji finally looked up at you, you could see how grateful he was that you had given him a child. his child. tears were still streaming down his cheeks as he gently reached out, taking your hand in his.
āThank youā¦ā he barely managed to whisper, his voice breaking as he rocked the newborn in his arm.
A soft smile graced your lips as you gently squeezed his hand. āYou still want to name our baby boy, Megumi?ā you gently teased, your gaze falling down to where Toji was holding your baby.
āHe looks like a Megumiā¦ā was Tojiās response as he gently handed him back to you, watching as Megumi blindly reached for you as he was passed over.
Toji knew from the moment he held his newborn son that he would forever be grateful to you and this newborn life you had given him. he didnāt know how he would ever be able to repay you for giving him a son, a family. something he never thought he would get. but he was given a chance of that with you.
kento was starting to regret getting you pregnant. donāt get him wrong, he loves you and he loves his babygirl. wellā¦ most of the time anyways. this, however, was not one of those times.
ādada? why you ugly?ā your precious baby girl asked her father as she sat in his lap, staring up at him with those big bug eyes, the same caramel brown color as his.
āsweetie? you know you look exactly like papa right?ā kento tried to be calm with the way he said it, not wanting to show his babygirl how hurt he was to be called ugly of all things. he knew toddlers were blunt, but he didnāt expect that from his precious daughter.
she seemed to pause when he mentioned that she looked just like him, her small brain struggling to process the information that the man she just called ugly looked exactly like her. her bottom lip soon pushed out in a pout as her eyes started to well up with tears.
it didnāt take long before nanamiās precious babygirl bursted out in tears; wailing about how she wasnāt ugly. āi not ugly, you ugly papa!ā she wailed and wailed, her little hands balling up into fists and she wailed for you. āi wan mama! mamaaaa!!ā she screamed out, high pitched squeals as tears fell down her cheeks in fat globs.
āoh, my sweet baby..ā you softly cooed out as you walked into yours and kentoās shared bedroom, watching as she reached out for you as she cried.
āi not ugly like papa! i not! i pwetty!!ā she wailed to you as you pulled her into your arms.
you chuckled softly as you looked at kentoās face, seeing how displeased he was with being called ugly of all things. by his mini me nonetheless.
āi know baby. youāre pretty like mama is, huh? donāt listen to papa, he doesnāt know what heās talking about.ā you murmured out, gently teasing kento in your words as you slowly sat down next to him in the bed. kento watched as you looked over at him, that sickly sweet smile on your face as he simply glared back at you.
kento was starting to wish you had given birth to a boy and not a girl. then maybe he wouldnāt be getting bullied by his own wife and child.
ākenny? do you still love me?ā your soft voice broke through the silence, your eyebrows furrowed together as a small pout formed on your lips.
you knew it was late, you knew kento had work early in the morning, but you needed to ask the question or else you wouldnāt get any sleep.
āsweetie, itās late..ā he softly murmured out, turning on his side so that he was facing you, reaching out to pull you into his side. āi love you more than anything.ā he accentuated his words with a soft kiss on your temple.
you let out a soft hum as you let him pull you into his chest. the pout was still evident on your lips, kentoās answer clearly not statisfying your lingering thoughts. āokay..ā was all you said in response as you leaned into kento.
the room stayed quiet for a few moments, kento almost completely asleep now whenever your soft voice broke out again.
āso you love me, right?ā you whispered out, wide eyes peering up at kento in the dark as he let out a soft chuckle.
āsweetheart, please go to sleep. iāll show you how much i love you in the morning, yeah?ā he hummed out in response, planting another soft kiss, but this time on your lips as he pulled you impossibly closer.
chosoā¦ wasnāt good with words. he felt as though he never had been. he never knew when to say things and could seemingly never say the right words. and when you came into the picture? god, he felt like he couldnāt even think straight, let alone talk to you.
so now, when he was standing at the alter, holding back tears as you walked down the isle, he could feel that feeling in his chest again. he had practiced his vows, rehearsed them over and over and over again (with yuji and yuki as his audience), but itās like the words had been stolen from him, his breath taken right out of his chest. he felt as though no words could truly describe how inlove with you he was and how beautiful you were.
he stumbled over his rehearsed vows, struggling to get the words out without crying, without struggling to find the proper words to explain. finally crying when you said your own vows, watching as you wiped away his tears, tears beginning to form in your own eyes. he could barely hold it together as he slipped the ring on your finger and you slipped his ring on his. a few more tears spilling out as the two of you finally kissed.
and when the two of you had your first dance? he cried, again, so overwhelmed with his emotions and with you and how perfect and out of this world you were. he felt like he didnāt deserve you and god, he couldnāt get over how gorgeous your dress looked on you. how it featured his favorite parts of you and just highlighted all of your features.
choso cried once again when you cut the cake, his tears turning into a soft laughter as you swiped a bit of frosting across his cheeks, your lips pressing a soft, frosting filled, kiss against his own. he didnāt know how he managed to snag you up with his awkwardness, and his social anxiety, especially since he was half curse. he thought you would be disgusted with him, but you only seemed to fall even more in love with him and he couldnāt comprehend it, but he was glad he had you.
I'd give you everything, I just want to see you win āø» clan head Gojo
SERIES MASTERLIST
description āø» Navigating a married life is hard enough, it is harder when you know nothing about your husband other than his heroic scars and dizzying smile.
pairing āø» post Shinjuku clan leader Gojo x non-sorcerer reader
cw āø» canon divergence, nsfw, MDNI, clan and jujutsu world politics, arranged marriage, husband Gojo, Gojo with scars, slow burn, yearning, they are both a little stupid about e/o, misogyny (not by Gojo), internalized misogyny on reader's part, insecurities, dysfunctional families, fem oriented reader, use of she/her pronouns, emotionally detached Gojo, eventual happy ending.
you can also find this series on AO3. make sure to also check out the playlist
a/n: art by 3-aem (on tumblr and twt), find the used art here. to be added to the tag list, please leave a comment below
summary ā§ The campus womanizer who enjoys fucking anyone, his nerdy bestie is the total opposite, and far from his usual style. So why is he feeling...jealous, when she starts dating the sweet stem boy?
pairing ā§ chubby!nerd!fem reader x womanizer!geto
content ā§ fluff, mid angst, friend to lover, mention of bi geto, geto fucking anyone, not virgin reader but she didn't fuck that much, reader getting in relationship in front of geto, a lot of jealousy, reader cheating on her actual bf, p in v, creampie, enormous dick geto, multiple orgasms for reader, manhandling, multiple position, pā¬ssy drunk, slight choking, brat tamer geto, pierced geto (even his dddddd and tongue mhhh), overstimulation, rough and jealous sĆ«x, cum play, geto wears rings, geto is mean really, degrading (calling her bitch and slut), pet name (sweets mostly, pretty and good girl), cock drunk, nipple play, unprotected sex, masturbation (both)
author notes ā§ ayoooo my little baby fic ( >ā½<) !! thank you for the people who requested about my babies šāāļøš¤ y'all (or you) did bring this fic closer to my heart.
šø. Their meeting.
šø. Introduction of their friendship dynamic.
šø. That stem boy making everything crumbles.
šø. Geto destroying your relationship with the nice boy.
šø. Well, they go RAWWW.
šø. Aftercare.
šø. How their relation as a couple goes.
šø. Trying the new set of bikini you ordered in front of him.
šø. A matching... piercing?
tag list : open !! comment to be added š
you can send asks about them if you wanna know more!! I love talking/seeing your perceptions (ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )
when he got to hold his baby for the first time, he cried. he never cried in front of you, not wanting you to have to deal with his burdens and carry them on your shoulders. but when he held his baby, your baby, for the first time? he cried. he tried to hold back his tears, but holding his son in his arms? it hit him in a different way.
āToji? you softly whispered out, your voice hoarse from the strain of your labor, watching at how gently Toji hold your new baby is his arms.
āHey there, little guyā¦ā Toji mumbled out, his whole focus on the newborn in his arms. He gently brushed a finger against his sonās face.
when Toji finally looked up at you, you could see how grateful he was that you had given him a child. his child. tears were still streaming down his cheeks as he gently reached out, taking your hand in his.
āThank youā¦ā he barely managed to whisper, his voice breaking as he rocked the newborn in his arm.
A soft smile graced your lips as you gently squeezed his hand. āYou still want to name our baby boy, Megumi?ā you gently teased, your gaze falling down to where Toji was holding your baby.
āHe looks like a Megumiā¦ā was Tojiās response as he gently handed him back to you, watching as Megumi blindly reached for you as he was passed over.
Toji knew from the moment he held his newborn son that he would forever be grateful to you and this newborn life you had given him. he didnāt know how he would ever be able to repay you for giving him a son, a family. something he never thought he would get. but he was given a chance of that with you.
if Satoru ever owned a hybrid, he for sure would love himself a little bunny hybrid.
he would adore getting to dress her up in cute little outfits, watching as her little cotton tail would twitch adorably underneath her frilly little clothes.
he would love the way sheād try to hide every time she got flustered, her little chubby cheeks flushing a bright red as she stammered and shyly look away.
he would especially love teasing her, eyes gleaming with mischief as sheād stop her little feet against the ground, huffing and puffing as heād chuckle, clearly pleased with himself.
he would love his nightly cuddle session, getting to hold his precious bunny against his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair, gently rubbing at her ears, chuckling as she would whine and nuzzle against his chest.
all in all, Satoru loves his little bunny hybrid and wouldnāt have it any other way.
chosoā¦ wasnāt good with words. he felt as though he never had been. he never knew when to say things and could seemingly never say the right words. and when you came into the picture? god, he felt like he couldnāt even think straight, let alone talk to you.
so now, when he was standing at the alter, holding back tears as you walked down the isle, he could feel that feeling in his chest again. he had practiced his vows, rehearsed them over and over and over again (with yuji and yuki as his audience), but itās like the words had been stolen from him, his breath taken right out of his chest. he felt as though no words could truly describe how inlove with you he was and how beautiful you were.
he stumbled over his rehearsed vows, struggling to get the words out without crying, without struggling to find the proper words to explain. finally crying when you said your own vows, watching as you wiped away his tears, tears beginning to form in your own eyes. he could barely hold it together as he slipped the ring on your finger and you slipped his ring on his. a few more tears spilling out as the two of you finally kissed.
and when the two of you had your first dance? he cried, again, so overwhelmed with his emotions and with you and how perfect and out of this world you were. he felt like he didnāt deserve you and god, he couldnāt get over how gorgeous your dress looked on you. how it featured his favorite parts of you and just highlighted all of your features.
choso cried once again when you cut the cake, his tears turning into a soft laughter as you swiped a bit of frosting across his cheeks, your lips pressing a soft, frosting filled, kiss against his own. he didnāt know how he managed to snag you up with his awkwardness, and his social anxiety, especially since he was half curse. he thought you would be disgusted with him, but you only seemed to fall even more in love with him and he couldnāt comprehend it, but he was glad he had you.
