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Hello Readers, welcome to my blog! You can call me Corpse and I go by all pronouns. I'm a multi fandom Blog who's open to many types of requests!´ཀ`

What type of request? Well...

ᝰ🚬What i will write:

Smut, Angst, Fluff, Platonic

Smut: Pet play, Hybrids, Bdsm, Monster, Dead dove, omegaverse, Any type of Au's, Age gap ( Characters must be above the age of consent), Rope play

Angst: Gore, cannon typical violence, Sensitive topic (self harm, addiction, abuse), Death

Fluff: Comfort, cute headcannons, Sneak peaks into characters lifes, Any type of Au's you would like to see

Platonic: Ship x child reader, Character x reader as parents, teacher comforting student

I write for all readers, male, female, trans and nonbinary

I’ll also wrote for gender bent or trans characters

𓉸ྀིWhat I wont write:

Im essentially open to any type of kink other than: Adult x Child, Scat, Feedism, Barf, Incest or stepcest, Bestiality

I will not write for minor characters who do not have an adult time skip version nor will I say "character is Aged up". Example: Bakugo when he becomes an adult hero is fine, but Bakugo when he is a student at UA is not.

⚰︎Fandoms I will write for:

Jjk

Gachiakuta

COD

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo revengers

Hells paradise

AHS

Hannibal

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A master list will be updated once i release a certain amount of works.

[raidenssblog]

a curses heart

Pairing - Choso x gothic male reader you find yourself falling for a blood manipulation curse without realizing it.

The first thing Choso noticed about you wasn't the black clothing or the silver jewelry that decorated your ears and fingers. It wasn't the dark eyeliner that made your tired eyes seem permanently shadowed, nor the combat boots that echoed against the empty streets with measured confidence. It was the fact that you looked at him without flinching.

Most sorcerers reacted with disgust the moment they recognized what he was. Some drew their weapons before exchanging so much as a word. Others masked their fear with arrogance, convincing themselves that a curse could never be anything more than something to exorcise. You, however, simply stood across from him in the middle of the abandoned shopping district, twirling your cursed weapon absentmindedly while the evening wind tugged at the hem of your long black coat.

"So," you finally said, your voice calm enough that it almost sounded bored, "you're Choso."

His crimson eyes narrowed. "You know my name."

"I make it a habit to learn about the people I'm hunting."

His brow furrowed slightly at your wording. "People?"

A crooked smile appeared on your lips. "Well... everyone else insists you're a curse." You tilted your head, studying him with genuine curiosity rather than hatred. "I wanted to decide for myself."

The silence that followed caught him off guard. He had expected insults. Threats. A battle that would leave one of you dead. Instead, he found himself staring at a sorcerer who seemed more interested in understanding him than killing him.

Unfortunately, duty was still duty.

Without another word, Choso attacked.

Blood erupted from his arms in razor-sharp streams, slicing through the air with enough force to tear through concrete. You sprang backward, your coat flaring behind you as you narrowly avoided the first strike, boots skidding across wet asphalt. The fight that followed was relentless. Buildings cracked beneath the force of cursed energy, shattered glass rained from broken windows, and every attack carried enough power to end the battle instantly if either of you made a mistake.

Despite that, something felt... restrained.

Whenever Choso had a clear opening, he hesitated for the briefest fraction of a second.

Whenever you found an opportunity to drive your blade through his chest, your weapon somehow missed by inches.

Neither of you acknowledged it.

After nearly twenty exhausting minutes, both of you stood several meters apart, breathing heavily. Blood trickled from a cut above your eyebrow while bruises darkened your ribs beneath your shirt. Choso's sleeve had been torn nearly in half, revealing fresh wounds slowly closing under cursed energy.

"You fight strangely," he observed, wiping blood from beneath his nose with the back of his hand. His breathing was uneven, yet his gaze remained fixed on yours. "You've had at least four chances to kill me."

You rolled one shoulder, wincing as bruised muscles protested. "Funny," you replied, sliding your weapon back into its sheath, "I was about to say the same thing."

For the first time in years, Choso found himself without an answer.

Weeks passed before your paths crossed again.

Officially, you had been assigned to investigate reports of curse activity in another abandoned district on the outskirts of Tokyo. Unofficially, you already knew who was responsible.

You found him sitting atop the roof of a derelict apartment building, his legs hanging over the edge as he watched the city lights flicker to life below. The evening sky had turned deep shades of violet and black, making your own silhouette blend almost seamlessly with the growing darkness as you climbed onto the roof.

"You followed me," Choso said without looking back.

You walked over until you stood beside him, slipping your hands into the pockets of your coat. "No." A small grin tugged at the corner of your mouth. "I happened to receive a mission in the exact neighborhood where a certain Blood Manipulation user was hiding."

"...That's called following me."

"I prefer coincidence."

A faint sound escaped him, it took you several seconds to realize he had laughed. The noise was so quiet that it almost disappeared beneath the wind, but it was unmistakably a laugh. "There it is," you said with obvious satisfaction. Choso glanced at you in confusion. "What?"

"I was beginning to think you were physically incapable of smiling." you huffed out a breath, fog slightly escaped along with it.

"I can smile." you smiled, pushing his buttons a little more "I don't believe you."

"I can."

"Prove it."

His lips parted as though he intended to argue, only for him to realize he'd walked directly into your trap. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his expression before he looked away with the slightest hint of pink dusting the tips of his ears.

"...You're insufferable."

"There it is again."

"What?"

"The smile."

"I wasn't smiling."

"You absolutely were."

...

He sighed, rubbing a hand across his face as though you had somehow exhausted him in less than two minutes. "You're a very strange sorcerer."

"And you're surprisingly easy to embarrass."

"...I am not."

"You are."

"I've known you for approximately five minutes."

"And yet you're already blushing."

"I am not blushing."

You leaned closer, squinting dramatically as if inspecting him. "Interesting. Because your ears have turned red." Choso instinctively reached up to cover one ear before realizing exactly what he'd done. You burst into laughter, not cruel laughter, warm laughter. The kind that echoed across empty rooftops and somehow made the abandoned city feel just a little less lonely.

For reasons he couldn't explain, he didn't mind hearing it.

By the third meeting, neither of you bothered pretending it was an accident.

You arrived carrying a plastic convenience store bag filled with canned coffee and snacks, setting it down beside him on the rooftop without a word before sitting cross-legged against the crumbling wall.

Choso stared at the bag.

"...What's this?"

"Dinner."

He looked at you.

"You brought food?"

"I did."

"For me?"

You blinked. "Well... I wasn't planning on eating four sandwiches by myself."

"I don't need human food." you tilted your head to the side "You don't."

"..."

"But I figured you might want to try it."

His expression softened ever so slightly.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he reached into the bag and picked up one of the sandwiches as though expecting it to disappear. He studied the packaging with complete seriousness, carefully opening it before taking a tentative bite.

You tried very hard not to stare. "So?" you asked after several long moments. Choso chewed thoughtfully, swallowing before looking down at the sandwich in mild surprise. "...It's... good."

Your smile grew. "I know."

He took another bite, then another, each one a little less hesitant than the last. Watching him discover something as ordinary as convenience store food felt strangely intimate, and you found yourself smiling without realizing it.

After finishing half the sandwich, Choso glanced sideways and caught you looking.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"...You're smiling."

"I am."

"Why?"

You rested your chin on your hand, your expression softer than he'd ever seen it. "Because you look happy."

He froze....Happy....No one had ever described him that way before. His gaze drifted back to the half-eaten sandwich in his hands before quietly returning to you. "...I didn't realize I did."

"You do." For several seconds, neither of you spoke.

The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It simply settled around the two of you like the evening air, peaceful and unhurried. Without thinking, your shoulder leaned lightly against his.

Choso stiffened for only a heartbeat before, almost imperceptibly, allowing himself to relax against the contact instead of pulling away.

you both didn't comment on it fearing the break this odd but comforting moment.

[porcelia]

your snow leopard hybrid boyfriend satoru gets the zoomies (・∀・)

the first crash happens at 2:17 in the morning.

you know this because the sound is so loud, so violent, so utterly destructive, that you jolt awake with your heart in your throat and immediately slap around your bedside table for your phone like a woman being hunted.

your screen lights up: 2:17am.

from the living room comes a second crash. then a thump. then the unmistakable sound of enormous paws skidding across hardwood.

you stare at the ceiling, questioning your life choices.

“toru.”

silence, too much silence.

you sit up slowly, clutching the blanket to your chest. “satoru.”

a blur of white and grey shoots past the bedroom doorway making you blink. then two seconds later, it shoots past again in the opposite direction.

oh.

oh, no.

“satoru, are you having zoomies?”

there is a pause. then a deep, chirping trill echoes from the hallway, sealing your fate.

you groan and fall back against the pillows.

because snow leopard zoomies are not like house cat zoomies. house cat zoomies involve little claws, frantic hallway laps, maybe one knocked-over cup if the cat is feeling malicious. snow leopard zoomies involve a creature the size of a very expensive couch launching himself through your apartment like a furry missile with abandonment issues.

another thunderous thump shakes the wall and you finally throw the blanket off and stumble out of bed.

the hallway is dim, silvered by moonlight sneaking through the blinds. somewhere in the apartment, claws click against the floor as satoru scrambles for traction.

then he appears.

a massive snow leopard skids around the corner, fluffy tail whipping behind him like a banner. his pale blue eyes are enormous, pupils blown wide. his ears are perked. his mouth is slightly open in what can only be described as a deranged little grin.

he freezes when he sees you.

you freeze too.

“hi,” you say slowly.

his tail gives one excited lash.

“no.”

he crouches.

“satoru, no.”

his back end wiggles.

“do not pounce on me.”

he pounces anyway.

though not fully. even in his most unhinged animal form, some part of him is always careful with you. he lands short, front paws slapping against the floor right in front of your feet, shoulders low, tail lashing. then he springs backwards, head tossing like he’s challenging you.

you look down at him and he looks up at you. then he lets out the smallest, most ridiculous chirp.

you cover your face.

“you woke me up because you want to play?”

another chirp.

“at two in the morning?”

his whiskers twitch and you sigh.

“you are so lucky you’re cute.”

that, apparently, is permission. because satoru bolts.

he rockets down the hallway, hits the rug, slides halfway across the living room, then scrambles upright with all the dignity of an apex predator who has absolutely no business living in an apartment with polished floors. his paws thump wildly as he tears in a circle around the coffee table.

you follow him into the living room, yawning.

the damage is not as bad as you feared.

one cushion on the floor. one throw blanket dragged halfway across the room. a decorative bowl overturned but not broken. the remote has vanished, likely sacrificed to whatever ancient spirit possesses snow leopard hybrids after midnight.

satoru crouches behind the couch so only his ears are visible.

you narrow your eyes. “i can see you.”

the ears flatten.

“you are the size of a small horse.”

his tail flicks up from behind the couch.

“yes, i can see that too.”

slowly, dramatically, he peeks over the back of the couch. his big blue eyes blink at you. once. twice. then he ducks down again.

you stand there, arms crossed, trying very hard not to smile.“are we playing hide and seek?”

he chirps.

“you’re very bad at it.”

he pops up again, offended. you take one step toward him but then he vanishes.

the next second, he bursts from the side of the couch and races past you so closely that his tail brushes your calves. you yelp and grab the armchair for balance.

“satoru!”

he skids near the kitchen, turns too sharply, and bumps his hip into the cabinet. a soft thud. he pauses immediately.

you gasp. “oh my god. are you okay?”

satoru turns to look at you. for one sincere second, you are worried. then he flops dramatically onto the floor on his side. all four paws limp. tail still.

dead to the world.

you stare at him. “be so serious right now.”

nothing.

“satoru.”

his ear twitches, the only indication that he’s heard you.

“you cannot fake your own death because you bumped your butt.”

he releases a long, tragic huff.

you walk over and crouch beside him. “poor baby. did the mean cabinet attack you?”

his eyes remain closed, but his tail thumps once.

“devastating. should we sue?”

another tail thump.

you reach out and rub his side, fingers sinking into thick, impossibly soft fur. “my brave boy.”

his purr starts instantly. deep, smug, and utterly shameless.

“oh, i see. this was a scam.”

he rolls onto his back and your mouth falls open.

“do not show me your belly as a distraction.”

his front paws curl against his chest. you stare at the white fluff of his stomach. he blinks up at you.

you last for all of two seconds.

“fine.”

the moment you touch his belly, his paws close around your wrist. gently. carefully. like a trap made of velvet and enormous claws he would never use on you.

“you big baby.”

he kicks lightly at your forearm with his back paws. not enough to hurt, just enough to play.

“are you bunny-kicking me?”

he makes a pleased little sound.

you laugh, tired and helpless, as he bats at your sleeve, catches your hand, releases it, then catches it again. each time you pull away, he follows with laser focus, head tilting, whiskers forward.

it’s so deeply unfair that something so dangerous can be this cute.

you wiggle your fingers and his pupils grow wider.

“no biting.”

he opens his mouth anyway.

“toru, come on.”

very slowly, with exaggerated innocence, he closes his mouth around your sleeve instead of your hand.

you gasp. “you little criminal.”

he tugs and you tug back. his paws clamp around your wrist again.

the two of you enter what can only be described as the world’s lowest-stakes tug-of-war, except your opponent is a giant snow leopard with supernatural strength and the emotional maturity of a spoiled house cat. he could win instantly.

instead, he lets you pull your sleeve free just enough to think you have a chance, then tugs it back with a delighted chirp.

“you are enjoying this way too much.”

his tail sweeps across the floor and you make the mistake of laughing.

satoru freezes. his head lifts. his ears perk.

you know that look.

“no.”

he launches up.

you scramble backwards, but he is already moving, bolting around you in one fast, fluffy circle before darting back into the hallway. his paws thunder against the floor again.

zoomies: resumed.

you stay on the floor for a moment, dizzy with sleep and laughter, listening to him tear through the apartment with the unrestrained joy of a creature who has remembered he possesses legs.

he does three laps.

then four.

then something falls over in the bedroom.

“satoru!”

he reappears in the hallway with one of your slippers in his mouth.

you gasp. “drop it.”

he freezes and the slipper dangles from his teeth.

“drop. it.”

his ears flatten.

“don’t you dare.”

slowly, very slowly, he lowers the slipper to the floor.

you soften. “good boy.”

his tail gives an enormous, happy flick. then he picks it up again and runs.

“are you serious?!”

by the time you catch up to him, he has dragged the slipper onto the rug and is lying with both front paws planted over it like a dragon guarding treasure. his chin rests on top. his eyes are half-lidded with satisfaction.

you stand above him, hands on hips. “that is mine.”

he purrs.

“give it back.”

he presses his chin more firmly onto the slipper.

“you have three beds, two blankets, and an entire closet of stolen hoodies to nest in.”

his eyes flick toward you.

“do not act impoverished.”

he rolls his cheek against the slipper and you soften despite yourself. because of course. of course it smells like you.

“oh,” you say quietly. “you missed me?”

his purr falters for half a second. then grows softer.

the zoomie-bright energy in him shifts. still playful, but less frantic now. he blinks at you slowly, once, then again, the universal cat language of trust, affection, love.

and your heart twists.

“baby,” you murmur. you lower yourself onto the rug beside him.

satoru immediately abandons the slipper and presses his massive head into your lap.

“there he is,” you whisper, scratching behind his ear. “my poor neglected boy.”

he huffs.

“you slept beside me for four hours.”

he huffs again, more offended this time.

“sorry. my poor, tragically abandoned boy.”

that seems to satisfy him.

he melts into your lap as much as a giant snow leopard can, purring so deeply you feel it through your legs. his body is still buzzing faintly with leftover energy. every now and then, his paw twitches like he’s imagining another sprint. but mostly, he’s here. heavy and warm and soft beneath your hands.

you stroke along his face, over the bridge of his nose, down to the plush fur under his chin.

his eyes flutter closed.

“sleepy now?”

he refuses to answer.

“all that chaos and now you’re tired?”

his tail curls around your ankle.

“mm. thought so.”

you keep petting him until the last of the wildness drains out of his body. the apartment goes quiet again except for the soft rumble of his purr and the distant hum of the fridge. moonlight spills across the rug. the overturned cushion lies forgotten near the couch.

satoru nudges your hand so you scratch under his chin.his back paw kicks once making you pause.

he opens one eye and you smile.

“still does that, huh?”

he goes very still.

“your little foot,” you clarify.

his ears flatten.

“no, ‘s okay, it’s cute.”

he grumbles, then presses his face into your stomach to hide.

you laugh softly and bend over him, kissing the top of his head. “don’t be embarrassed. i love your little foot.”

the shift happens against you.

one moment your arms are full of dense fur and enormous warmth, and the next, that warmth folds inward, reshaping itself in a shimmer of pale light. paws become hands. the heavy body across your lap becomes long limbs and bare skin beneath an oversized sleep shirt. soft rounded ears become white, triangular snow leopard ears tucked into messy hair, and his thick spotted tail remains curled around your ankle like he is not quite ready to let go.

satoru ends up half-sprawled over you in hybrid form, face buried in your stomach, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“don’t call it my little foot,” he mumbles.

his voice is scratchy with sleep.

you grin. “but it was little.”

“it was not little. nothing about me is little.”

“it kicked.”

“lies.”

“it kicked twice.”

“you’re being mean to me after i almost died.”

“you bumped your hip on a cabinet.”

“yeah, violently.”

“the cabinet is fine.”

he lifts his head just enough to glare at you. his cheeks are pink. his ears are still slightly flattened from embarrassment, though one of them twitches when you reach up and smooth your thumb along the base.

“don’t try to distract me by being cute,” he says.

“i think that’s usually your move.”

“and yet here you are, weaponizing tenderness.”

you cup his face and he goes quiet.

his eyes soften immediately, all the leftover mischief giving way to something sleepy and open.

“hi,” you whisper.

his mouth curves. “hi.”

“zoomies over?”

“for now.”

you smile. “that’s ominous.”

“i’m a mysterious creature.”

“you stole my slipper.”

“also mysterious.”

you continue. “you tried to eat my sleeve.”

“affectionately.”

you laugh, and his tail gives a pleased flick around your ankle.

then his expression changes. not very dramatically. just enough that you notice the soft drop of his gaze, the way his fingers curl into the hem of your shirt.

“couldn’t sleep,” he finally admits.

your teasing fades.

“yeah?”

he hums.

“bad dream?”

“not bad.” he shifts closer, resting his cheek against your stomach again. “just woke up and you were asleep, and everything was quiet, and then i got restless.”

you run your fingers through his hair. “so naturally you caused property damage.”

“barely any property damage.”

“pretty sure the remote is missing.”

“the remote knows what it did.”

you smile, but your touch stays gentle.

satoru’s ears relax slowly beneath your hand. in hybrid form, he can hide behind words better. jokes. grins. that bright, unbearable charm of his. but his tail always gives him away. right now, it’s curled around you like a question.

you tug lightly at his shirt. “come here.”

he obeys instantly, crawling fully into your lap despite being far too tall for that to make sense. he folds himself around you with the determined lack of shame of someone who has never once believed in personal space. long arms around your waist. face tucked into your neck. ears brushing your jaw.

“you are heavy,” you wheeze.

“strong mate,” he murmurs.

“absolutely not. do not caveman me at two in the morning.”

“strong beloved.”

“better.”

his laugh is warm against your skin.

for a while, the two of you sit there on the rug in the moonlight, tangled together beside the couch. you scratch slowly at the base of his ears, and he makes a sound so soft it’s almost embarrassing. his tail slides over your lap, heavy and plush. every time your fingers pause, it flicks against your thigh in complaint.

satoru lifts his head, looking very pleased with himself.

his hair is a mess. his ears are perked again, alert and fluffy. there is still a faint wildness in his eyes from the zoomies, but it has gone soft around the edges. domesticated by your hands. by your lap. by the sleepy warmth of being loved without needing to ask for it.

you brush your thumb over his cheek.

“you feeling better?”

satoru leans into your touch before he can pretend not to.

“yeah,” he says softly. then, after a beat, “you always make it quiet.”

your chest aches. “is that good?”

he looks at you like the answer is obvious. “it’s my favourite.”

you pull him closer.

he comes willingly, melting against you with a sigh that sounds almost like his old purr. maybe it still is, buried somewhere deeper in his chest. you feel it when he presses close, a faint vibration of contentment.

“bed?” you murmur.

he shakes his head against you. “couch.”

“we’ll wake up sore.”

“worth it.”

“you say that because you’re going to sleep on top of me.”

his silence is damning.

“satoru.”

“i had a very active night,” he whines.

“you had zoomies.”

“exactly. athletic recovery is important.”

you roll your eyes, but when he pulls you down with him onto the rug first, then onto the pile of fallen blankets and couch cushions, you let him. it becomes less of a couch nap and more of a nest, one he constructs with great seriousness by dragging the blanket over both of you and tucking his tail around your legs.

finally, when you’re tucked against him and his arms are snug around you, the apartment settles. no more crashing. no more skidding paws. no more stolen slippers. just satoru breathing softly beside you, one ear pressed slightly crooked against the cushion, his tail twitching slower and slower as sleep creeps back in.

you scratch under his chin one last time and his foot kicks. only once. but his eyes snap open.

you stare at him.

he stares at you.

“don’t,” he warns.

you press your lips together.

“i said don’t.”

“i’m not saying anything.”

“you’re smiling.”

“i’m allowed.”

he narrows his eyes, then tucks your head under his chin so you can’t look at him anymore.

“go to sleep.”

you laugh quietly against his chest. “goodnight, my big baby boy.”

he groans. “awful. cruel. unlovable.”

“you’re very lovable.”

his arms tighten around you. a second passes in silence. then, very quietly, “yeah?”

you soften. “yeah.”

his tail curls happily around your calf.

“good,” he mumbles.

and with the last of his wild little midnight storm finally gone, satoru falls asleep wrapped around you, warm and heavy and impossibly soft, like the whole apartment was only ever meant to be a place where he could run himself breathless and still end up safe in your arms.

a/n: i miss him ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

[fanon-canon-idfk]

Te Doy Dedo Bailando

F!ngering Gojo for the first time and watching him lose it.

(I’m Hispanic, I said what I said)

Satoru and you had been dating a few years now, so, it’s safe to say you guys were just about ready to finally do it now that you were both 23. After all, you’d been talking about doing it for a bit, no strangers to phone sex when he was away on missions. It was just a matter of finding the right time.

That, and a matter of preparing properly.

You and Satoru didn’t want to just do everything all at once, that felt way too jarring. What if you couldn’t get to the real thing because he took too long to open? So far whenever you guys jerked off over the phone, it was just that, jerking off. Satoru had never even fingered himself before, and any other intimacy you both had was either frotting or blowjobs.

So, you both planned it as a process, and today was the day you’d finger him for the first time.

You were both laid on your bed, side by side with your hand in his pants as you made out. You wanted to get more hot and heavy before starting, it would’ve felt too sterile otherwise. He was moaning against your lips already, never being one to hide his voice.

Your hand was slowly moving up and down his length, moving at an easy tempo to get started, and he was already humping at your palm desperately. He seemed even more turned on than you’d ever seen him, all due to the aspect that you’d be inside him today (technically).

“Mm, baby…” he moans against your lips, pulling back from the kiss first. “Let’s start, ok..?” He pleads, fingers picking at the fabric of your shirt to fidget with, coping with his anxiety at this next step in your relationship.

So, at his request, you pulled your hands out of his pants (causing him to whine despite the fact he’d asked for it) and sat up to reach for the lube on your nightstand.

It was only a few seconds that you were turned away but not having you right against him made him so nervous. He was facing the realization of what was happening in those split seconds.

He was worried about the pain, mostly, but he was also just thinking over the changes this would bring. You and him were about to become even closer, literally. This was the bridge to you guys actually making love for the first time, it was so close now.

After what felt like forever, you finally turned back to him, lube in hand. He watched as the viscous liquid dripped down onto your fingertips, coating them as you thumbed the liquid between each digit. God, were your hands always so hot? Was his chest always this tight? Has he been this hard the whole time?

You then finally looked up from the bottle toward him. God, you were so beautiful. You should look at him like that more.

“Can you slip out of your pants for me, baby?” You smiled to him. Ugh, he loved that smile so much. “Baby?” Oh- right. You told him to do something.

Satoru blinked himself out of whatever trance he was in, moving to quickly push his sweatpants down his legs. You couldn’t help but smile at him like he was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen. Only you got to see him like this, fumbling over himself and being so in love.

With toned legs— nearly as pale as marble —now exposed, you shifted back closer to him, chest to chest again. You curled an arm over his shoulders, letting your bicep be used as a pillow so he could get comfortable. Your free, and newly lubed up, hand then moved to snake between his legs. No underwear, such a good boy.

Satoru’s breath hitched when he felt your lubed-up finger circling his rim, coating the lube around it. The feeling was so foreign, so weird, but so welcomed. You could hear him whimpering in anticipation, unable to keep quiet even whilst biting down on his lips.

“Gonna put it in, ok? Just try to relax.” You whispered comfortingly into his ear, waiting for any form of response from him before going further. So, when Satoru nodded with some cute whimpers to accompany it, you slowly pushed in your middle finger.

His whimpers soon turned to whines. You could see him trying to stay strong, eyes widening slightly as he watched your finger slowly disappear into him. He could hardly believe it was really happening, feeling every centimeter of your finger push further and further into him.

It wasn’t super comfortable but it wasn’t as bad as he was expecting. He was expecting this searing burn based on how some guys explained it, but it was more subtle than that. He could feel his breathing getting heavier and didn’t want his arousal to fall so he started stroking himself to ease it. The pleasure blurring the stretch.

At some point he found his face tucked into your neck, whimpering as you were now a knuckle deep as just letting your finger still. “You ok?” You whispered against his soft head of hair, to which he murmured back a small “Yeah” against your pulse point.

It took a while, maybe 20 minutes later, but you were finally two fingers deep and he was nearly panting against your shoulder by now. You wouldn’t go adding any other fingers, but now was finally the point where it would get good.

“Satoru,” you called for his attention, prompting him to peek out from your shoulder and look to you. You couldn’t help but smile at him softly, he looked so cute with those furrowed brows and glossy sky-blue eyes. He’d likely been fighting back tears for a bit.

“I’m gonna get it going, ok? Let me know if you need me to stop.” You spoke softly, yet again waiting for a sign of acknowledgement before carrying on. He nodded yet again before mumbling. “Go easy…” as he peeled his hand away from his length, allowing himself to embrace whatever pleasure came of this.

You went slow at first, of course, just careful pulling your fingers out by an inch before slowly pressing back in. That elicited some shaky breaths, his now-unoccupied hand finding your shoulder. You let him get used to the pace, waiting until you heard his breathing steady a bit so you knew he could take more. Then you pulled out to your fingertips, almost making him whine with the loss before easily pushing back in, pushing a soft, shaky moan out of him.

You looked to him, the two of you making eye contact. He could understand what you were saying without a single word uttered. He knew you were about to crank up the heat, and he smiled to you with a breathless chuckle before cupping your nape and pulling you into a dance of tongues.

You then began properly thrusting your fingers in and out of him, doing so at a decent pace for a while until you heard whines and whimpers turn into real moans. That really egged you on.

You sped up your fingers, involving your whole arm far more by now. He gasped into your kiss, pulling away to catch his breath for a second and watch your fingers work at him before turning back to you and kissing you all over again.

He was moaning desperately into your mouth by now, ranging from low, hungry ones to high, needy ones. You’d never heard Satoru like this except when he was close to cumming but there was no way he was getting close yet, right? He usually lasted so much longer.

His walls were so tight around your fingers, either sucking them deeper or threatening to break them if they dared to leave. You could even feel Satoru rolling his hips, fucking himself back onto your fingers. Clearly he needed more, so you obliged.

Your hand moved faster, fucking in and out of him to test how he liked it. If Satoru’s squealing told you anything it was that he definitely liked it. His hips were reduced to twitching now, unsure of where to go now that the pleasure was being brought right to his backdoor. You could feel his panting against your lips. He sounded like he couldn’t choose between moaning, breathing, or kissing.

“Hah.. hhh- ahhahahh..”

You took a second to slow down for your hand’s sake but also so you could dig a little deeper, searching for that mythical treasure so many pornos spoke of. The one that could make Satoru see more stars than what existed in his domain.

Suddenly your fingers made contact with a small bud, and before you could even be curious about it Satoru confirmed what it was.

“A-ah! Fuck- ah fuuhhuck..” he threw his head back as he moaned before immediately curling back in on himself.

Fuck, he sounded so hot. You captured his lips once again, causing him to whine as you overwhelmed him. Your fingers hadn’t stopped moving either which didn’t help him to stabilize his breathing.

Now that you knew where that special bundle of nerves was, how could you not abuse it for the sake of sending your angel to cloud nine?

Your hand was moving in an out of him at that perfect pace you now knew he loved, doing your best to hit at that spot with only a slight wavering in your aim. Satoru’s legs began shaking, his back arching. He moved the hand that had been digging into your shoulder to your chest, gripping at the flesh of your peck through your shirt desperately.

He suddenly started hitting at your chest, not harshly but almost like tapping out of a fight. You knew what that meant and you didn’t stop, he was getting close. He always tried to run away from his own ecstasy, especially with this new foreign source.

When you didn’t let up he broke the kiss, crying out your name. “Y/N! Y/N-!”

His voice broke as he pushed at your chest, trying to squirm away from you. Your arm over his shoulder then snaked behind his back, hand cupping his side to hold him down as he tried to sit up, as if he’d ever want to run away from this.

“Little more, baby.” You cooed, holding him back down onto your bed. You looked down at his face now that you had him stilled, and he was so fucking pretty. His eyebrows furrowed and twisted up, eyes closed so tightly it almost looked painful, nose scrunched up so prettily. You could even see some tears wetting his white lashes.

“Ah- ah- ah- ah-!” It was like he was moaning with every thrust, body rocking up and down with the force, causing your bed to creak. His knees then suddenly lifted, calves flush to his thighs as they nearly pressed to his chest. His back arched all over again, upper back sort of crushing your forearm but you could withstand it.

His eyes shot wide open like he could believe the pleasure flooding his own body. He was in disbelief at how good it felt. He saw the porn and read some online posts about it but nobody ever said it felt like this! His thighs closed tightly around your wrist, meeting with a clap as the two masses of muscle squeezed at your hand.

He then shot up again, trying to sit up as his wide eyes stayed fixated on your hand fucking in and out, and in and out now that his thighs opened back up only seconds later. He was about to push himself up and close his legs again but you moved that hand from his side down to the back of his thigh, forcing his leg open and pressed back onto his ribs.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He cried out again as you yanked him back onto the bed, his legs flying up from the force, his ass almost lifted as well before being forced right back down by the force of your fingers in him alone. Holy shit- he couldn’t do this. It was too much!

His body was just scrambling for purchase now, his abdomen coiling almost painfully as pleasure filled his every nerve. Oh, he knew this feeling well but it was so much more than it ever was this time. He was basically screaming by now, crying out in broken, open-mouthed moans as he gave up on calling out for you.

His body was so hot, his chest was so tight, all of his limbs felt absolutely electrified. Fuck, he was gonna die. He was gonna die. This was too much. How could just your hand inside him do this? How the hell? It was so good, so so good he couldn’t stay still.

With one last loud cry his head shot back again, his upper body twisting so he could hug your head to his chest, back arching into you one last time before he came all over his now-wrinkled shirt. Each white rope almost came out in quick spurts, like his body was just eager to force whatever he could out after all that. Emptying every bit of what he’d just felt.

The relief was so fucking good. You hand fucking him through it before gradually slowing as his nerves dulled out to soft hums of the pleasure that once lit them up. His back fell flat onto the mattress again as he panted, chest rising and flaking rapidly but gradually easing. He could even feel the ache in his heart ceasing after a while.

He stayed still like that for a while, head tilted back into your pillow, arm wrapped around you, legs limply open. He was so at peace now that his body calmed down. Fuuuck, maybe he had died. There was nothing he could imagine that could ever make his body feel this light.

After however long (he couldn’t really tell) you kissed at his open and easy-access throat, soft kisses to ground him back to reality. He almost wanted to swat you away like you were waking him up from one hell of a good dream, but then he remembered he wasn’t in heaven, just sweating on your bed with his own cum drying on his shirt.

He took a deep breath and sighed blissful like he just took the best drink of water he’d ever had. He slowly brought his head back down to face you, looking into your eyes with his own foggy, half-lidded ones. His eyelashes were damp with tears that sat there and never left, only soaking his waterline. His lips were glossy with your mixed saliva but such a pretty pink, plumped slightly due to the bruising kisses.

“Hey…” you whispered softly, allowing your words to register and ground him. Once they processed, a slow, cute smile grew onto his face. “Hey…” he replied.

After a while of just looking at each other you finally leaned in to kiss again, a soft, wholesome one compared to your earlier makeouts.

Whilst kissing you, he began to think.

If it felt that good to get fingered, how the hell was your dick gonna feel?

[carattpink]

i LOVE big useless dick gojo. gojo who topped in all his previous relationships bc it's what was expected of him. gojo who's cock was always impressive to hookups.

now, it just flops uselessly against his stomach as you absolutely pounds the shit out of him

[chaibbun]

toji interrupts u & sukuna

fluff | frat!kuna | m!reader | biting

red solo cups are piled up in the sink, leftover clothes strewn about the place—over the backs of chairs and on couches. a few zyn pouches discarded here and there, and bottles decorate the floor. beer cans—crushed and uncrushed—are in a pile in the far corner of the room. smudges on the wall—proof of last night’s vigor and apparent lack of organization. it’s 4pm saturday, and sukuna’s frat house has transformed into a complete and utter wasteland from last night's frat party.

the gathering was meant to be something minute, straightforward, and distracting. something that wasn’t meant to end in him almost being outed to the entire fraternity.

when one of the fraters took his phone as a "challenge" and started to go through his text messages is when everything went wrong. they had stumbled across a contact name that had a simple red heart ‘♥️’ and started to go on an impromptu investigation of the messages.

kuna can't remember much of how it went down. he just remembers grabbing the phone from out of the guy's grip and cursing him out. when the guy responded with two hands in the air in surrender and a conniving grin, kuna didn't even give him a second to form a faulty excuse before rocking him right in the jaw.

toji was watching, leaned against the counter with a plastic cup of poorly-made punch in hand and a lazy grin on his face while the whole thing went down. ijichi, the fraternity’s secretary, had to break the two apart, and only with gojo’s help was he able to actually pull sukuna off the poor guy.

sukuna tolerates toji enough to call him a friend, since they've been acquainted with each other during every year of college—sharing experiences together like the two evil menaces they were. from carelessly arriving late to lectures freshman year, to being the heads of beta theta pi, and practically running jujutsu university in senior year. in junior year, it was scaring off any poor guy who attempted to apply to their frat house.

toji trusts him, too—enough to open up about his insecurities regarding the scar striking across his lip, and the background in which he grew up. these childhood factors affected toji much more than sukuna initially thought, and he was privileged with seeing toji under a certain light that most others would never be able to.

they had built a bond together, an unbreakable, brotherly bond that had been tested time and time again, and still remained unbroken. the friendship had ups and downs, whatever—however, there was a singular, outstanding, drawback that came with being best buds with toji. his tendency to just find out things—even if you tried your very best to hide them, it was like, somehow, he knew anyway.

kuna knows this best. when satoru, the frat’s newest member at the time, and school mascot, tried to hide his break up with suguru, toji found out within days.

at first he pressed slowly, just a few questions to gauge how messy the separation truly was.

“haven’t seen you with bangs guy in a minute, you two okay?” he mentioned one time while setting up a beer pong table for an upcoming party, the same one in which kuna’s fight would later break out in.

“his name’s suguru,” was the white haired nerd’s only reply as he set the low-hanging banner in place. it sounded pathetic, actually, but toji knew better than to poke fun at the poor guy’s misery, so he stepped over, and patted him roughly on the shoulder.

“don’t be so sulky, dork. you’ll be fine, you’ll get over it.” was what came out of toji’s mouth. satoru knew it was meant to be words of encouragement from toji, so he flashed a small, reassuring smile to him, and toji clapped him so hard on the back he would’ve fell forward if it weren’t for him catching himself. “there he is,” and toji went back to aligning the solo cups in triangular formations of 6—each on either side of each table.

so you can imagine what happened when toji caught kuna hanging out with you, the frat's financial advisor and probably the only reasonable member of the frat house (aside from ijichi), on multiple occasions, alone.

at first, he brushed it off. you two are in the same frat. the financial advisor and the president isn't an odd duo by any means. maybe meeting a few times to discuss logistics, maybe rooming or when the next party would be. he knows sukuna, and he’s not the type to get romantically involved with anybody, especially not someone with a title as weak as “financial advisor”.

he became more suspicious when he began to come across you two too many times. logistics meetings in cafés? discussing frat finances in the library together? frat acquaintanceship doesn't extend all the way to spending weekends at kuna's dorm.

when toji watches sukuna's contact go from 'online' to 'do not disturb 🌙', he knows something is up, and heads to kuna's dorm to check it out.

“i’ll be right back.” he calls to ijichi who’s currently bagging up empty cans. it’s not like his presence will be missed—toji wasn’t really contributing to the cleaning anyway.

m!reader!pov

sukuna, the ambiguous, forboding frat president had always caught your eye. even from day one, ever since him and his threatening, dark-haired friend had allowed you into the house under the guise that you'd be "useful for the numbers".

at the time he had never even glanced your way, and you thought that texting about how much party decorations would cost would be the closest you got to friendship—nevermind anything more. kuna was untouchable. he pretty much only socialized within the smaller circle of higher up frat elites, and very little at that.

so what you never expected was that he'd ask you out. he sent you an invitation to your café, the one where you two’d hang out “discuss costs” as sukuna usually put it. just a short, definitive message that read something like:

you will come to the café at 5 today.

you don't fully remember, but you replied something like:

our spot?

and sukuna hated himself even more as he replied:

yes. our spot.

the confession wasn’t anything grand. no flowers or teddy bears or chocolates, just sukuna paying for your sugary latte and mentioning that you’re his boyfriend now whether you like it or not right before he left.

that's how you came to love the powerful frat tyrant.

that brings you to now. cuddled up to kuna underneath the plush, cotton sheets you had bought for his bed a while ago (because despite how he presents, sukuna loves soft things). his dorm mate was no where to be found, not wanting to be caught anywhere near the massive, pink-haired guy because after all, he was still the same intimidating senior—just in softer fabrics now.

the moment is utter bliss. kuna's arms in a grip around your waist, large fingers meeting in front on your belly. you never pegged kuna to be the cuddly type, but when he was alone with you, his entire brand of mysterious and intimidating came pathetically crumbling down.

"ijichi told me you got into a fight at the party last night,” you chuckle to yourself, tracing absent patterns on his forearm. “god i would’ve loved to be there.”

“shut the hell up, brat.” he murmurs against you, biting into the spot between your ear and your collarbone. you yelp a little, “kuna!” and he apologizes with a nip to the earlobe. his voice is still a deep rumble, but he tries his best to soften it for you. “no more comments. be quiet.”

the dorm is quiet for a few moments before you hear the door unlocking. it takes whoever’s out there a few tries to actually twist the lock and open the door, which means it must be toji. he’s also the only one (besides yourself) who has a spare key. sukuna immediately stiffens behind you.

before sukuna even knows it, toji’s barging into the room. he stops dead in his tracks when he sees how snuggled up the two of you are, and a slow grin creeps onto his face.

kuna bristles, while you, on the other hand, are completely oblivious to the “secret” nature of your relationship. you just thought sukuna was low-key about everything.

“this is what the two of you are up to while everyone else is cleaning the house, huh?” he leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his broad chest. he takes a slow look over of the two of you, taking a mental snapshot of the scary frat king currently cuddled up to the quiet guy who now holds a higher position than just “financial advisor”.

“i’ll let you two have your little morning time.” he says lowly, before leaving just as quick as he came.

sukuna, face pinker than his own dyed undercut, buries his face in your neck. you just giggle to yourself again. “turns out escaping to me after your disaster of a party wasn’t a good idea after all.” he pinches your side. his words are still rough, but there’s not genuine bite to them. “i said no more comments.”

a/n: idk what the point of adding the house being trashed in the first paragraph was it's kinda just there myb 😭😭

i wrote this on my phone so don’t mind if anything’s different or off 💔

[toomanycreatures]

IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE (pt.5)

Toni fushiguro x male reader

Summary: the start of something like family

Notes: I actually had fun writing this chapter. Continuing my 'toji dropped out of school at a young age' propaganda.

4 YEARS AND 11 MONTHS AGO

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji doesn't know what he's doing here. In his brain he has already figured out what ended him up in the hopsital in the first place, he also concluded that he definenlty should have not survived. Whenever he finds himself ruminating on his fight with the head, and sole member of the gojo clan, phantom pain blooms where the scars from the fight litter his body. The pain only intensifies when his old friend, and now caretaker, helps him complete is activities of daily living. Toji is hyper aware of the way he stares at them when he aids him with bathing or how when him and toji practice the physical therapy exercises his doctor prescribed him. Toji cant help but be tormented by the physical reminders of his tussle with gojo.

These small torments become less small-and far larger- the day the man he's living with comes home with a court order tucked under his jujutsu sorcerer uniform.

"Ah- there you are…" toji watches him as he places his coat, keys, and stacks of envelopes/loose papers on the coffee table directly in front of him. "hey! you managed to sit yourself on the floor!!" His friends plops down next to him and rests his head onto his shoulder. He lets out a deep tired sigh and relaxes his body against toji completely. "Soooo I talked with the gojo clan head today…" toji tenses under his friends weight. If he notices he doesn't say anything- instead he reaches over toji and grabs the stack he set down a few seconds ago. "Kids fucking weird- and annoying. anywayssss… said he has been taking care of megumi for you-" he watches him flip through different envelopes next to him out of the corner of his eye. when he reaches a large yellow manilla envelope he tosses the other documents on the floor under the coffee table. "I'll pick those up later-anyways as harsh as this may sound toji, I'm glad it was a guy like gojo megumi went to and NOT someone in the zenin clan." Toji grunts in a greement and crosses his arms over his chest. "I got to see the little tike too!" his head snaps in his direction so fast toji almost propels him off of his shoulder.

Toji's heart is beat FAST. faster than it did when he ran away from his clan as a teenager, faster than the day he confessed his love for his dead wife, faster than it did when he fought gojo…Toji locks eyes with his friend and whatever insanley intense surge of emtotions he is feeling currently must be written all over his face because, gracefully, the man next to him gives him a sympathetic look. He nibbles on his bottom lip and then shifts awkwardly where he sits then hands toji the envalope. "Megumi is doing good, looks like that white haired bastard is feeding him well… and when I talked to him he seemed mature, way more mature than any other kid his age. Oh! and not to mention he wasn't wearing any clan based school attire, he was wearing some private tokyo schools uniform. Looks like gojo picked out a prestigous place for the little guy…." toji slightly tunes out his friends rambling and takes out the contents of the envalope. He squints his eyes while trying to understand what he is reading in his hands. He never finished his education after 16 and he was never fond of reading to begin with, he always relied on the guy to his left to aid him in that area of his life. but right now after burdening him for two years with his needs and ailments he feels the need to pick up the slack, starting with his literay faults. "…I asked him about you while I was there, he is quite like you in some ways… well actually in a lot of ways-Hehe. but I digress! apparently gojo told the tike that you were a bum who was a dirty gambler who sold him to gojo because you deemed megumi too much of an expense that was getting in the way of your extravagant life style!" Toji crumples the papers in his hands and focuses on your words instead, he decides to pretend he is still reading them though and hope you pick up on his agitated mood- but dont comment on it. ".. I told megumi gojo was full of shit."

"pfft-" toi turns his face away from him to hide his smile.

"He seemed to believe me- smart kid you got there. I also gave gojo an ear full about his white lie… don't give me that look jiji! I know what you are! and I'm your only friend so I ain't gonna lie to you!!! anyways- i wanted to give you these papers today." He motions to them. "For a while now in-between my shifts and helping you out- I have been in a constant battle with the big bitch gojo satoru in trying to get you to have split custody over little megumi…" He takes the papers from tojis hands and slips the back into the folder. "Which he hasn't made easy AT ALL!!" Toji wants to poke fun at the pout settling on his face but decides not to, especially at his confessions of going out of his way to help his situation with his astranged son.

Toji tries to stand up off the floor on his own, he struggles a bit and when a hand reaches out to steady him he swats it away. "…I didn't bother making you dinner." He informs facing away from the man still seated on the floor. He can feels his proud stare branding his back. Toji beems with pride because he knows how big of a feat getting into his own two feet without his help actually is. "Let's order take out."

"yes!! My favorite though okay!!" He hears his friend jump up from the floor and smiles to himself.

"Yeah sure." Toji has to steady himself on the arm rest of the couch when his friend flings himself into hisback. A hot blush blooms in his upper back and neck when he feels two arms wrap around him from behind.

"I'll make sure to get extra of whatever you want!!"

[heavenlypining]

toji sends you a video of him giving sukuna head. 18+

they're always sending you this shit when you least expect it.

they don't care where you are or what you're doing; they're always finding some reason to send you their sex videos. they get off on it.

so when you get that one attachment text from toji, you already know to find somewhere secret and put on your headphones.

and when you open the video, you can't look away.

toji's arm is extended, holding the phone so you can see everything. he's on his knees while kuna's standing up. the older man's dick already hard and slightly bobbing up and down, leaking precum. toji looks up at him with those eyes and smiles before leaning in to place a kiss on his tip.

sukuna grabs his chin and pulls him closer. toji's warm mouth wrapped around his girthy cock. his head moving back and forth on his dick.

kuna takes a fistful of toji's hair, hips slamming into his mouth in a beautiful rhythm. you watch as saliva pools down from toji's mouth. all that's heard is the lewd noises from toji's mouth and deep grunts from sukuna's. toji's eyes water from lack of air, his free hand clawing at kuna's thigh.

toji backs up a little to slowly swirl his tongue around his tip, making sukuna hiss, knowing he's most sensitive there.

when sukuna finally cums on his tongue, he slaps his dick a few times on his tongue and face, making toji laugh a little.

toji brings the camera closer and sticks out his tongue, showing kuna's mess. sukuna grabs his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss, sharing the taste of his cum.

when the kiss unfortunately ends, toji turns his attention back to the camera. his hair a mess with that drunk-in-love look in his eyes.

"thanks for watching, make sure you like and subscribe," he says in that cocky but playful tone.

and the video ends.

oh tojikuna tojikuna...

@veilist @ickology @nctwayv127dream @h3avenlyglory @princesscore504 @valkyrieanqel @v4mpyyb4tzz

[dex0s]

SLUMBER PARTY !GET YO FREAK ON!

PEAK-IN: Who said that humans are the only thing you can fuck or get fucked by?

PAIRINGS (separate): Gojo x reader, Geto x reader, Toji x reader, Sukuna x reader

WARNINGS: pure smut/little plot, reader is a top (only in Suguru's part b/c I said so), wrote this with a male reader in mind, tho didn't use (he/him), monster fucking, Geto having a cunt, Bottom Geto, reader will have a dick (Suguru part only), double cocks (Sukuna only), cockwarming, teasing, mainly bottom reader, not proofread and more

WORD COUNT: 500ish per monster(s) 2k+ in total

(A/n): oh yea I’m going back to my old ways real quick *insert a evil smirking emoji* (I wrote this with a dr pepper in my hand) + adding Choso and Nanami soon

GOJO (NAGA)

Yeah, sure, having a snake as a boyfriend is cool and all, but when his rut hits. god good luck with your hips.

“Who would have guessed that humans~ have amazing breeding holes” a slimy tail is curled around your waist as if to suffocate you. Satoru takes out his sticky fingers from your hole.

“Ah~ w-wait—no” you try to move your hips to get back the feeling of being full.

“Oh, don’t worry~ you’ll have your filling soon enough.” Satoru pets your ass before taking his rough hands to spread your ass to see your hole clench around nothing.

He lets his cock slip out of the slit, taking his cocks and he starts teasing your red hole. “Ohh~ shit— that’s not going to fit” you try not to moan while getting your sentence out.

“But you’re soo~ wet, you’re practically calling for me to shove my cock in you.” You're basically killing him with how wet you were. Not caring if you get hurt, Satoru thrusts his hips forward. Causing your body to fly forward.

“Ohh— fuck you are so~ tight” your eyes roll back into your head; you shove your head on the long slippery tail that’s making it way to your mouth.

“You’re too big, Toru— “you feel your breath being taken away with each thrust he gives to your backside. You try to slow him down by placing a hand on his hips to at least have him stop having your body inch a little more from him, hammering your guts.

"Yet you seem to be taking me so well."

He continues to slam into you fast and hard, causing that mind of yours to slowly turn into mush. Seeing your mouth wide open, Satoru takes the chance to ram the tip of his tail in your pretty mouth.

"Mm--" tears roll down your face as you let drool fall out of your mouth. Satoru yanks up your hair, having you arch your back, letting him hit, deeper and deeper.

"Do you feel me--oh fuck you feel so good my sweetheart~!" Satoru's voice trembles as you feel too good to be true, and your arching is not helping. He leans down to your ear, whimpering, "Oooh baby~ you feel so good--Fuck! you and your gummy walls."

"imgonnacum-- oh Toru!" You can't keep up with the ramming of your backside, legs trembling, hair stuck to your face. You can feel yourself about to blow.

"y-you like that, don't you, whore." He pants as his jaw tightens, his teeth ready to bite at anything close. He pulls you back deep into his hips, "Oh, I'm going to fill you up, snakelet-- hell, you're going to be a mama uh" He starts slowing down, letting his cock tear your insides. Balls slapping against your ass as they build up with his cum.

sobbing at this point, you cry out "please" to have him cum inside already. "Please," Satoru mocked you. You can feel his smirk on your shoulder as he's plowing you.

He gives you one last moan in your ear before finally letting out his warm cum dump all in your hole. Dizzy now, you try to break free of his hold.

"Ah, ah, ah, where do you think you're going~ you didn't even cum yet, silly." Satoru pulls you back into his arms, granting you a tight squeeze. "Besides, I have make sure that hole of yours is filled up fully."

GETO (MERMAID)

"This is... weird. If I have a say in this." Suguru peers down, seeing human legs. You blush and take one of your hands to cover half of your face due to the view you are looking at. "What? Is there something wrong..." Suguru’s eyes tear up a little, thinking that you think he looks disgusting.

"No! no, nothing is wrong, it's just..." You pause for a moment, Suguru takes this pause as a chance to talk, "Then what is wrong? Why do you look so surprised." Suguru lets his voice go soft and low.

"It's just you have a pussy, not a dick... It just took me by surprise!" You quickly let him know to not hurt any more of his feelings. "Oh— I thought it was normal, it's not like I know the human anatomy," he whispered that last part, so you didn't hear him. Then, Suguru feels something wet between his legs. Looking down, he sees his cunt all wet. Taking one of his hands he spread his pussy lips flashing you.

"Ah! wait— don't do that in front of me!" You shout at him with your back facing towards him. Blushing even harder, you feel your bulge start to grow. Feeling something grabs your leg, you look down, seeing Suguru getting off to your foot.

"Mhm~ oh please just fuck me," Suguru whines into your leg as your shoe gets soaked from his wetness. You hesitate for a second, but seeing poor Suguru trying to cum on your shoe, you decide to help him.

Taking him off your shoe, he whines, not being able to cum. You set him on your lap, having his back to your chest. Using one hand and leg to open him up. You circle around his cunt to tease him a little.

"I—oh god— please fill me up." Suguru lets his head fall on your neck. He pushes his hips up to have your fingers touch his dripping pussy. Granting his wishes, you insert to fingers in the tight cunt.

"letmecum— can I cum" Suguru lets his head view the sight of his filthy hole that your fingers. But before he can cum in your hand, you pull back, "No—no, why" Suguru flashes his tearful face to you, and all you do is smile down at him, loving the expression he is giving you.

Taking your cock out, you thrust your hip, letting your cock only rub up on him. "Beg. Beg for my cock and then you can cum" whispering in his ear before wrapping your arms around his waist, rocking him side to side.

"I'm sorry— fuck please, please fuck me. oh, my lord." He pants, feeling all hot inside, yet not knowing what it means, but you are or were helping before you stopped. "Just... just help me stop this hot and wet feeling, please," Suguru moans.

Not wanting to see him suffer any longer, you allow your cock to ram in his guts. "AaH!" Suguru makes a girly-like scream, he places a hand on his stomach before pushing on it, allowing him to feel your cock bruise his insides.

Biting his neck, you move him down to only have his ass in the air. The way you fit so perfectly in him makes him fall in love with you and your cock. It makes him feel like you only belong to him and no one else.

"God— this pussy is so good to me." Licking up and down his neck, you let yourself go wild on his boy-pussy. "Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?" He nods without thinking, being in a haze, having his gummy wall tighten with each rock of your hips.

"Cum! ohh~ I'm gonna cum~!" feeling your own cock twitch, you let out your piece of energy before filling him up with your hot white seed making Suguru cum with you.

Pulling out, you flop on the side of him, closing your eyes. "Why did you stop?" Opening your eye, Suguru is leaning over you with heart eyes. "I want all your seed in my pussy, second round?"

TOJI (HELLHOUND)

You thought you would just be watching a movie with Toji, not having your legs trembling, while cockwarming the hellhound.

“Quit moving, doll,” Toji growls in your ear, having you freeze up. Smirking down at you, he purrs in satisfaction.

You breathe hard, seeing the bulge of his cock in your stomach. Trying to feel some release, you move to pleasure yourself.

“Ah— we can have that, where’s the fun in having you cum from your hand?” Grabbing your hands, he takes one of his hands to lock your hand behind you.

You attempt to sit there and watch the movie, and at first glance, you were doing fine. However, when Toji noticed, he started to give little thrusts every couple of minutes to keep you on edge.

Now you’re squirming and whining for his attention. “ Toji~ can you move— I don’t care if you go slow.” If you were the one with the dog ears and tail, they would surely be down. At this point, you’re done waiting for him to move, so you let yourself ride him.

Toji grunts as your wall closes tight around his cock, feeling like you're cutting off the circulation of his cock. “Enjoy yourself—uh,” He sneers, seeing how your hole takes his monster of a cock.

“Mhm—this is your fault.” You turn your head a little over your shoulder, looking dead in his eyes. Squeezing your thigh with his rough hands before giving you a deep chuckle.

His dark green eyes face you with a grin, “Fine, you want to play that way.” Folding you in half in his lap, your hand lands on the carpet. "We can play that way," he hooks his arms around your waist, having just his tip in you before slamming down heavy on his cock.

Spit comes flying out of your mouth, your tongue rolls out as Toji breaks you from the inside. Toji groans as he lets his mushroom tip ram your sloppy hole.

"Toji!" you break out into a lewd moan of his name, having his cock press your inside, letting a bulge form with each hit he makes to your puffy hole.

"Shitt-- doll you know how to break a guy's dick uh." He takes a huge chunk of your ass, enjoying the noises your hole makes for him as the thrusts get dirtier, filthy, louder. "It sounds like your friend realllly likes my cock." Even though you can't see him, you know he's grinning like a child in a candy store.

Pulling you back up, He turns you around, so you are facing him. " Are you sorry for ruining the movie now?" Toji raises an eyebrow, watching you bounce up and down his wet cock. You sob, nodding along with his word even though you have one idea on what he is saying.

"I need words, doll." He smirks at you, leaning his face on his arm. Getting fed up with his attitude, you grab both of his dog ears with your last strength. You pull on them, "You fucking dick just let me cu—!"

Tail wagging behind fast, he jerks his hips with his hands gripping your hips. Your body, now jerking from the force, you give him broken moans. "Pulling on my ears like I'm some sick dog." Laughing at you, he lets his teeth show. He watching you fall apart in his arms.

With one last thrust of his cock, both you and him release white sticky cum. Falling on his shoulder, drool falls down as your eyes close in sleepiness.

"Goodnight, doll."

SUKUNA (DRAGON)

"Quit fighting, brat," Sukuna puffed out a little fire in your face, just to scare you a little, so you can quit moving so much. "Again— why are you dressing me up in gold... It's quite heavy," you watch as Sukuna takes yet another gold chain to put around your neck.

Putting his face in your hair, you can hear a little purr. As much as Sukuna would love to take his time teasing you, he just can't help himself. Pulling off your clothes except the gold you are draped in. Sukuna gets right to business.

Shoving one of his cocks in your hole, he let the rub in between your thighs. Plowing into your sloppy hole that already used to have cocks in it. "Mmph— what's w-with the sudden fucking?" Hot air rolls out from his heavy breathing, his claw presses against your stomach to feel one of his cocks stuffing you full.

"Rut..." That's all Sukuna said before furiously ramming your hole, getting it all hot and wet. Curly his body around you while fucking your hole with his cock that is way too big for it.

"S-slow down." You reach up to grab onto his horns, causing a nice arch in your back. "Fuck-- fucking brat, take my cock just like this." Sukuna licked his lips, watching your ass bounce back with his cock.

Slamming his ruthless hips into your ass, having as dick swell up. "More—please, oh my— more~" A pornographic sound rips out from your lungs, wells closing in tightly around Sukuna's dick.

With a flushed face, "Yea— is that what you want, you slut. You want my other cock" His eyes glow a bright ruby color, and sweat drips down his chest onto your back. "Fuck-- Y-you're gonna milk me dry." He quickly tries to hide the choke in his voice.

Lining up his other cock, he pushes in, having a tight squeeze. His eyes roll back as your walls clamp down on him, not allowing him to get far with his second cock. "Quit— you're clamping down too hard." Sukuna bites his lips, feeling both his mushroom tips being crushed.

"Ohh— fill me up- shit" you pull on his horns again, making his head bend down, causing him to growl in your ear. "Fine." Done playing nice, Sukuna rolling his hips back before hammering back into your ass with a force that causes your legs to tremble.

"Mmph! cumming— cumming!" He uses his hand to make you bounce back to his veiny, thick cock. Let his full balls hit your ass, you feel him twitch inside.

He grunts in your ear, feeling you somehow getting tighter than before. Pulsing cock striking your slick entrance, going back and front, not slowing his thrusting for a moment. "You're going to take my cum like the good breeding whore, yea," he growls, rough, leaving your ears tingly. Watching your face turn dumb in drunk pleasure.

Reeling back before stopping, letting his creamy cum to fill up your belly. Leaving a rim of gooeyness around his cocks. Picking you up, not allowing the cocks to slip out, he lays you down on his chest.

"You're lucky I love you, you damn brat," Sukuna sighs, seeing you fast asleep before showing a tiny smile before going to sleep himself.

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Did I just stay up to finish writing this… yes, yes I did. Goodnight y’all see you guys when I wake up

( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ ) This is the work of @dex0s please don’t take my work! Love you guys!!!

[stainedkai]

CATBOYS IN NEED!

various jjk men x male reader

synopsis: what happens when you come home to your catboy / catboys in heat? you couldn't possibly leave them like this could you?

SEXUAL CONTENT.

tags: anal , creampie ,edging , biting / marking , threesome (only suguru + satoru) , rough sex , + more

Satoru Gojo + Suguru Geto

You smelled them the second you stepped inside. two thick, sweet-musk scents tangled together in the air. Satoru’s bright and almost sugary, Sugurus deeper, warmer, like rain on warm wood. It hit you low in the gut and made your cock twitch in your pants before you even saw them.

Satoru was on the couch, shirt hiked above his stomach, one hand loosely around his leaking cock like he’d been trying not to touch too much. His white ears were flat, tail lashing hard against the cushions. The second he saw you he made this broken little sound and tried to get up, but his legs wobbled.

Suguru was in the kitchen doorway, robe hanging open, long black hair messy. His ears were low, cheeks flushed dark, and there was a visible trail of slick running down the inside of one thigh. He looked like he’d been trying to hold it together with sheer will. The second your eyes met, his tail curled tight around his own leg and he exhaled shakily.

“Both of you?” you said, voice low. “At the same time?”

Satoru whined and nodded fast. “It’s bad. Really bad. I tried waiting but Suguru came out of his room and he smelled so good and then I got worse and—” He cut himself off with a soft moan when his own hand twitched on his cock.

Suguru swallowed. “I… didn’t want to bother you. But it’s not stopping. The ache. I can’t think.” His voice was quiet, rough at the edges. “If you’re tired we can—”

“I’m not tired,” you cut in gently, stepping closer. “Come here. Both of you.”

They moved at the same time. Satoru basically launched himself into your chest, tail immediately wrapping around your thigh, face buried in your neck while he rubbed his leaking cock against your hip. Suguru came slower, more hesitant, but when you reached out and cupped the back of his neck he leaned into it like he’d been waiting for permission. His purr was low and shaky.

You walked them toward the bedroom, one arm around each. “Tell me what you need,” you said. “Use your words.”

Satoru answered first, voice muffled against your throat. “Your cock. Please. I need it inside, I need to be full, it hurts so much—”

Suguru’s ears flicked. He didn’t speak right away, but when you glanced at him he met your eyes and whispered, “I need you too. I tried touching myself but it’s not enough. I keep thinking about how you feel.”

You got them on the big bed, side by side on their backs. You took your time stripping them the rest of the way—slow pulls of fabric, hands sliding over their warm skin. Satoru squirmed and whined the whole time, tail trying to drag your hand between his legs. Suguru stayed quieter but his breathing got heavier every time your fingers brushed the base of his tail or the soft skin behind his ears.

You started with your hands. Two fingers in Satoru first because he was already dripping down his thighs and begging. He arched hard, a high sound ripping out of him, ears flattening all the way back.

“Fuck—yes, yes, right there—” His tail thrashed, then wrapped around Suguru’s wrist like he needed something to hold onto. You crooked your fingers and he sobbed, cock jumping against his stomach.

You looked at Suguru while you fingered Satoru. “You okay?”

Suguru’s eyes were glassy. He nodded once, then shook his head. “I—I need it too. Please.”

You pulled your fingers out of Satoru (who whined in protest) and slid them into Suguru instead. He was just as wet, maybe more, and the second you pushed in he let out this long, shaky exhale and his whole body relaxed.

“There you go,” you murmured. “Breathe for me.”

You worked them both open like that. alternating, sometimes two fingers in each at the same time, watching the way their tails curled around each other for comfort. Satoru kept up a running commentary of needy little noises and half-begged sentences. Suguru was quieter but every time you hit the right spot inside him his ears would twitch hard and he’d let out this soft, broken purr that vibrated through the bed.

When they were both loose and dripping and begging, you finally pushed your pants down. Your cock was hard and leaking, and both of them stared like they were starving.

Satoru reached for it first. “Me first? Please? I’ll be good after, I swear, just—let me feel it first—”

You lined up with Suguru instead, slow and deliberate. “You can wait a minute,” you told Satoru, voice calm but firm. “Let me take care of him. Then you get your turn.”

Suguru’s eyes fluttered when you pushed in. He was so hot and wet around you it took effort not to just slam in. You went slow, watching his face, one hand stroking his tail base the way you knew he liked. He made this soft, relieved sound when you bottomed out.

“God—yes. Just like that. Don’t pull out yet, please…”

You rocked into him in long, deep strokes while Satoru watched, whining and touching himself, tail lashing. Every few thrusts you reached over and wrapped your hand around Satoru’s cock or slid two fingers back into him to keep him open and desperate.

“Look at you both,” you said, voice a little rough. “So fucking needy. Dripping all over the sheets. You feel so good, Suguru. So tight around me.”

Suguru moaned softly, one hand reaching out blindly until Satoru caught it and laced their fingers together. The sight of them holding onto each other while you fucked Suguru made heat curl low in your stomach.

You didn’t let Suguru come yet. You pulled out when he was close, ignoring his soft protest, and turned to Satoru.

“Your turn.”

Satoru practically threw himself onto his hands and knees, tail high and quivering, presenting so fast it would’ve been funny if he wasn’t shaking. You pushed into him in one smooth thrust and he screamed—high and broken and so loud Suguru actually laughed breathlessly beside him.

“Fuck—fuck, yes, finally—your cock, it’s so good, please don’t stop, pleasepleaseplease—”

You fucked him harder than you had Suguru, one hand reaching over to stroke his cock. Satoru babbled the whole time, ears flat, pushing back into every thrust like he couldn’t get enough. Suguru watched, one hand slowly stroking his own cock, eyes dark and hungry.

When Satoru got too close you slowed down, pulled almost all the way out, and said, “Not yet.”

He whined but obeyed, trembling. You turned your head to Suguru. “Come here.”

Suguru moved without hesitation. You had him position in front of Satoru while you stayed buried in him. Then you reached and guided Suguru’s cock to Satoru’s mouth. Satoru took it greedily, moaning around it.

You started moving again—slow, deep thrusts into Satoru while he sucked Suguru. The sounds were filthy. You kept talking, low and steady.

“That’s it. Both of you. So good for me. Suguru, you can fuck his mouth a little if you want. He can take it.”

and suguru did.

careful at first, then deeper when Satoru moaned encouragement around him. You fucked Satoru through it until his whole body was shaking, then pulled out and switched to Suguru instead, repositioning him on his back. Suguru’s head fell forward with a broken moan.

You went back and forth like that for a while—fucking one while the other got attention with your hands or mouth or just watching. Every time one of them got too close you backed off, made them breathe, made them wait. The begging got louder. Satoru stopped making sense. Suguru started saying your name like a prayer every time you pushed back into him.

When you finally let them cum it was almost at the same time. You had Suguru on his back, legs wrapped around you, fucking him deep and steady while Satoru knelt beside you and jerked himself off, tail wrapped around your thigh. Suguru came first, whole body locking up, a long shaky purr ripping out of him as he clenched around your cock. You followed right after, buried deep, filling him while he held onto you and shook.

Satoru came two seconds later with a loud, broken cry, painting Suguru’s stomach and his own hand.

You stayed inside Suguru for a long minute, catching your breath, one hand petting Satoru’s ears, the other stroking Suguru’s flank. Both of them were purring now. Satoru loud and ragged, Suguru low and content.

You pulled out slow. Suguru made a soft unhappy noise at the loss. You kissed his forehead, then Satoru’s.

“Stay right there,” you murmured. “I’ll clean you both up.”

Satoru, already half-asleep and clingy, mumbled, “Don’t go far…”

Suguru just reached out and caught your wrist, eyes soft. “Thank you.”

You cleaned them gently with a warm cloth, then got water and made them drink. When you finally lay down between them they both curled in immediately—Satoru half on top of you, Suguru tucked against your side, tails draped over your legs like they were making sure you couldn’t leave.

The heat would come back later. But for now they were full and warm and purring against you, and the only sounds in the room were soft breathing and the occasional sleepy, satisfied little mewl.

You closed your eyes, one hand in white hair, the other resting on a warm striped tail, and let yourself rest.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji was on the bed, back against the headboard, one arm thrown over his eyes like he could block out the heat if he just ignored it hard enough. His tail was curled tight under him, tip twitching every few seconds. He was naked already—had probably stripped the second his heat hit. his cock was flushed dark and leaking steadily onto his stomach. Slick had soaked the sheets beneath him. every breath came out rough.

The second the door clicked he growled without moving his arm. “Out.”

You didn’t leave. You just leaned against the doorframe for a second, watching him. “Wow. Look at you.”

Toji’s arm dropped. His eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed dark under the scar. “I said—”

“Trying to tough it out all by yourself again?” you cut in, voice soft but teasing. You pushed off the door and crossed the room slow. “Such a big, tough guy… until the heat hits and you’re leaking all over your own sheets.”

He bared his teeth, but it didn’t have much bite. His tail uncurled a little when you sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t fuckin’ baby me.”

“Too late.” You reached out and scratched behind one of his ears. Toji’s whole body jerked, then he leaned into it before he could stop himself. A low, reluctant rumble started in his chest. “Aww, there it is. You’re burning up, huh? Poor thing.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, but his eyes were already half-lidded and his tail had started curling around your wrist.

You kept petting his ear with one hand while the other slid down his chest, over the hard lines of muscle, down to where his cock was twitching against his stomach. You didn’t touch it yet—just let your fingers trail through the mess of precum and slick on his skin.

“Bet you were touching yourself before I got here,” you said, casually, like you were talking about the weather. “Trying to make it go away. Did it help?”

Toji’s ears flicked back. “No.”

“Didn’t think so.” You finally wrapped your hand around his cock, slow and loose. He hissed and his hips jerked up. “Look how wet you are already. All this slick and you’re still trying to pretend you don’t need help.”

“I don’t—” His voice cracked when you gave him one slow stroke. “Fuck—don’t tease.”

“But you’re cute when you’re all worked up and stubborn.” You leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Lie back for me.”

He grumbled the whole time but let you push him down flat on the bed. You settled between his spread thighs, running your hands up and down them, thumbs pressing into the tense muscle.

You took your time opening him up.

Two fingers first, sliding in easy with how wet he was. Toji’s head tipped back against the pillows and he let out this rough, bitten-off sound. You crooked them just right and watched his stomach jump.

“There we go,” you murmured, voice warm and a little teasing. “Feels better when you stop fighting it, doesn’t it?”

“ shut up,” he growled, but it came out breathless and his hips were already rocking down onto your fingers.

You added a third, slow and careful, and he moaned—low and rough, trying to swallow it. You stroked his cock with your other hand at the same time, just slow enough to keep him on edge.

“Look at you,” you said softly. “All that growling and now you’re pushing back on my fingers like you can’t get enough. Such a good boy when you let me take care of you.”

Toji’s ears flattened harder. “I’m not—fuck—a good boy—”

“Sure you are.” You leaned down and licked a slow stripe up his cock, then took the head into your mouth for a second, sucking lightly. He made a choked sound. You pulled off with a wet pop and smiled up at him. “See? Taking it so well for me.”

You worked him open until he was loose and dripping, four fingers easy, his hole fluttering every time you pulled back. Only then did you slick your cock and line up.

Toji’s eyes were dark and hazy when they met yours. He didn’t look away.

You pushed in slow, watching every flicker across his face. The stretch made his mouth drop open on a silent moan, ears twitching wildly. When you bottomed out he let out this long, shaky breath.

“Fuck… yeah,” he rasped. “Just like that.”

You stayed still for a second, one hand stroking his hip, the other petting slow behind his ear again. “There it is. All full now. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

He nodded once, jerky. You started moving—long, deep strokes that made his whole body rock with every thrust. Toji met you halfway at first, pushing back, but the teasing and the soft coaxing seemed to have changed something in him. After a minute his growls turned into rough, needy moans and his hands came up to grip your shoulders like he needed something to hold onto.

You kept talking, voice low and warm between thrusts.

“Look at you taking it so well. So desperate for me.” You reached down and stroked his cock in time with your hips. “You can growl and curse all you want, but your body’s honest. Dripping everywhere. Clenching around me like you never want me to pull out.”

Toji’s head tipped back, a broken sound ripping out of him. “Shut—ah—shut up—”

You didn’t. You leaned down, chest to chest, and kissed the corner of his mouth again while you fucked him a little harder. “It’s okay to need it. I’ve got you. Not going anywhere until you’re full and satisfied.”

His ears flicked at the word “ full,” You kept the pace steady and deep, hitting that spot inside him on every thrust, stroking his cock, petting his ears, murmuring soft teasing things against his skin.

When he got close you slowed down just enough to drag it out.

“Not yet,” you said gently when he whined. “Let me enjoy you a little longer. You’re so pretty like this—all flushed and shaking and trying so hard not to beg.”

Toji cursed you out, but it was weak and his hips kept trying to chase your hand. You gave him what he needed eventually—fucked him harder, stroked him faster, whispered “That’s it, cum for me, good boy” right against his ear.

He came with a deep, guttural groan, cock pulsing between you, hole clenching tight around your cock. You fucked him through it, then pushed in deep and came too, filling him while he shook and panted and finally let that low, rumbling purr out.

You stayed inside him after, both of you catching your breath. Toji’s arms were still around your shoulders. You stroked slow fingers through his hair and behind his ears, soft and soothing now.

“There you are,” you murmured. “ Knew you had it in you.”

Toji made a gruff, embarrassed sound but didn’t shove you off. If anything he pulled you closer, face tucked against your neck.

“Don’t get used to it,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

You smiled and kissed his temple. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Ryomen Sukuna

His door was closed, but you could hear him pacing. Heavy steps. The occasional sharp thump of his tail hitting the wall. Low, frustrated growls left him.

You knocked once. “Sukuna.”

“Go away.”

“You’re in heat.”

“I’m aware.” Another thump. “I don’t need your help. I can handle it.”

You opened the door anyway.

He was a wreck. Pink hair wild, markings standing out stark against flushed skin, ears pinned flat, tail lashing so hard it kept knocking things off his desk. His cock was hard and angry-red, leaking down his thigh, and there was slick running in shiny trails down both legs. The sheets on his bed were already in shreds from his claws.

His eyes snapped to you. (all four of them) narrowed. “I told you—”

“You’re hurting,” you said, calm, stepping inside and closing the door. “And I’m not leaving you like this.”

He bared his teeth, sharp fangs flashing, but he didn’t move when you crossed the room. Didn’t move when you reached out and touched his jaw. He leaned into it before he could stop himself, then jerked back like he’d been burned.

“Brat,” he snarled. “Touch me I’ll kill you.”

“I’m willing to risk it,” you said. You backed him toward the bed until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. You knew it was a loose threat. He sat down hard, legs spreading without meaning to. More slick dripped onto the floor.

You got on your knees between his thighs and ran your hands up them. He watched you with narrowed eyes, chest heaving. When you wrapped your fingers around his cock he hissed and his hips jerked up.

“Don’t—shit—”

You stroked him slow, thumb swiping over the head, while your other hand slid between his legs and pressed two fingers against his hole. He was soaked. The second you pushed in he made this choked sound and his head fell back, ears flat, claws digging into the ruined sheets.

“You can growl all you want,” you said, voice low, “but your body’s telling me exactly what it needs.”

He didn’t answer with words. Just pushed down onto your fingers with a snarl that turned into a moan halfway through. he clawed the bed and cursed and tried to pretend he wasn’t shaking.

When you finally pulled your fingers out and lined your cock up he was panting, eyes glassy, tail wrapped tight around your waist without him seeming to notice.

“Do it,” he ordered, voice cracking. “Fill me. Now. And don’t you dare be gentle.”

You pushed in slow anyway. He took it. his hole clenched around you—but the second you bottomed out he let out this long, shaky breath and his whole body went limp for a second.

“Fuck… yes.”

You fucked him hard, just like he asked. Deep, rough strokes that made the bed creak and his claws tear new holes in the sheets. He met every thrust, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, growling and moaning and cursing your name like it was an insult and a prayer at the same time.

“Bite if you need to,” you told him when his teeth started worrying at his own lip. “I can take it.”

He did—latched onto your shoulder and bit down hard when you changed the angle and started hitting that spot inside him over and over. The pain mixed with the heat in your gut and made you fuck him even harder. He came like that—sudden, violent, cock pulsing untouched between you, hole clenching so tight it dragged you right over the edge with him. You buried yourself deep and filled him while he shook and growled and bit down harder on your shoulder.

After, you stayed inside him. One hand stroking slow through his hair, the other resting on his hip. He didn’t shove you off. Just kept you there, still buried in him, tail heavy and warm around your waist, one clawed hand resting on the back of your neck.

“…Stay,” he muttered against your throat, so quiet you almost missed it. “Until it comes back. Then we’re doing that again. And you’re not pulling out until I say so.”

You smiled and kissed the bite mark you’d left on his skin. “Whatever you need.”

He didn’t answer. But his tail tightened around you, and he slowly relaxed against you.

[drizzledrawings]

Me when a character I like dies in the characters are gonna die show: how could this happen.... darn it.... I didnt see this coming

[bby--buuny]

Kitty! Or Puppy!hybrid reader being ‘naughty’ so Suguru punishes her >.<

And I mean PUNISHING, like extreme degradation while he forces Satoru to watch while he’s being so mean:(((

Lots of whimpering and crying from her…

Do you see the vision?? I do!

Omg this request was so yummy! I hope you like it, anon <3

Also, I love doing these, so if anyone has a request, please send it my way!!

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Suguru understood that you were just a dumb puppy and sometimes your little brain couldn't understand things, but this time, you had taken it too far.

Satoru was no better, letting you run wild all over the house, leaving him to clean up the mess.

Though he had a sneaking suspicion you didn't mind your usual punishments. Last time you had made a mess like this, he left you alone with a vibrator and a blinkfold till the battery died. But he supposed he had only encouraged you to act out more.

He knew what he needed to do, as much as he dreaded it, was what you needed.

He already had the chastity belt; he was just waiting for the chance to use it, and this was the perfect opportunity.

It was only 5 days that you had to wear it.

When you first came into Suguru's care, this would be easy for you, but after so long with him and Gojo, you needed cock almost every day just to get by.

You hated it as soon as he put it on, you didn't try to fight Suguru on it, though; he had that look in his eyes that he was really angry this time.

By day two, you were in tears. Suguru had already sent you away, locking you out of his office after hours of begging, so you had gone to Satoru.

You could tell Satoru felt sorry for you, but he didn't want to disobey Geto.

"How's this little pup? I'll let you suck on my cock for a bit, huh? That'll cheer you up, right?"

"No," Suguru's voice called from the doorway. " Satoru, I thought you were better than this. You know this is for her own good, right?"

Gojo looks at you apologetically, and you crawl away to your room. Usually, you would sleep in their bed, but you didn't want to see either of them right now.

On day three, you were trying to break free, but Suguru had made it almost impossible to break through the thick leather surrounding your croch.

On the day, for you barely left you room, Gojo checked on you a few times, but there was nothing he could do for you.

You had tried to beg Suguru again, but he threatened to extend the punishment, so you shut right up.

On the fifth day, you were counting down the hours till midnight.

A few minutes before midnight, you came into their room, and they were both awake and expecting you. Suguru pats the space on the bed between them, inviting you up.

"You've been such a good girl these past few days, haven't you? It's been really hard for my little puppy to go without dick, isn't it? I know."

And when the belt comes off and he touches you for the first time, you almost cum on the spot.

Maybe Suguru will have to try this again.

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[xchosos-wifex]

BIRDS OF PARADISE

in which you're sent to help a bird hybrid through mating season and find them a proper mate, but it has the complete opposite effect 😥

starring: vulture!toji fushiguro, phoenix!ryomen sukuna, peacock!satoru gojo, crow!choso kamo, swift!takuma ino, owl!kento nanami, swan!suguru geto, cockatoo!megumi fushiguro

contains: birdhybrid!jjkmen x reader, porn with little plot, your girl did research for ts I have infinitely more knowledge on birds now than I used to, chasing in the forest 😍, doggy style, outdoor sex, mating press, mirrors, air sex??, missionary, lots of hickeys, creampie, sweet tooth 👀, underwater, fingering, riding, nipple sucking, brat taming, and all the other good stuff!

All because I dreamed of Satoru as a peacock... look what I've created 💔💔 I couldn't just choose normal hybrids like puppies or cats or bulls nooo I had to make them BIRDS

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Age: 30

Species: Coragyps atratus

Information: Is currently on a rampage. Approach with caution.

Mating: Vulture hybrids are monogamous. The birds generally do not need nests and usually breed outdoors. Courtship begins when the male chases the female either aerially or on the ground, and they can only breed once they have caught their preferred mate.

Your legs burned.

You'd long abandoned your lab coat somewhere in the forest, knowing that it was a bad decision, since it would just lead him closer to you, but what could you do? Your shirt had been torn up and discarded too, and your pants were covered in mud from when you'd crawled on the ground. Running for four hours through the thickest fucking forest you'd ever been in wasn't an easy task.

It was for him, though.

vulture!toji was having the time of his fucking life.

It had been your mistake, really, for rejecting him in the first place. He'd been nice to you, only threatening your (now ex)boyfriend only two times in total. It was only today, when you lost it and shouted at him, telling him that he was supposed to mate with a hen, not a human, that he had finally snapped. Your job was to help him find a potential mate, not be his mate.

Bless the heart of the poor scientist who let him into the forest for "hunting." He was probably going to get fired now, by the looks of how he had been hunting you for the past four hours.

vulture!toji who scoffed when a few of the scientists had tried to lean down from the huge netted wires of the enclosure, telling him to just get back in the facility, that it was useless, that you used to be a track runner.

Bullshit.

He'd never been so happy that the enclosure he'd been taken into was filthy rich, because no normal company could afford such a huge forest all for the hybrids. And all for the hybrids, it ought to be used, so he didn't see any problem in conducting his very valid mating rituals here.

Especially when he caught you.

"That's not fucking fair!" You shouted in the air as Toji flew towards you. He'd decided to fly up above the trees and had found you much easier and faster than you could hide yourself. The bastard was cheating; it wasn't like you could fly away from him.

You felt dread as he landed on the ground near you, stretching out his shoulders. "Nothing in life is fair, ma."

That was the last time you felt your legs for the next week.

vulture!toji was blowing out your back like it personally owed him money, though you weren't complaining. You had long gotten past the point of whining for him to stop, head hanging low as he grabbed your hips and just kept on pushing inside of you. The fucker had bent you over in a stream, cold water lapping at your shins and palms from where you were precariously balanced. Every time the current threatened to waver, the hunk of a man would pull you even closer and hold you steady.

"Why the fuck are you still so tight?" He grumbled into your ear, bare chest pressing against your back, skin sweaty and sticky from the past rounds.

"I don't fucking know, maybe because you give me no recovery time at all," you bit back, arching further when he pressed against your lower back violently.

"Recovery time is for the weak," he retorted, groaning when you squeezed around him once more, reaching your umpteenth orgasm of the evening. Hell, even the sun was setting, painting the sky a deep orange.

"Mgh-" Your eyes rolled back as he changed the angle, driving his hips to hit the spongy part inside of you till it bruised. Your eyes rolled back, his balls smacking against your clit every thrust, and you felt another orgasm build up again. Toji reached over to rub tight circles on your clit, the sound of skin slapping turning faster and faster. "Yes, right there, please-"

Driving his hips to the hilt, he bit at your shoulder as he came, grinding in small circles. You couldn't prevent creaming around his cock even if you tried, leaving a frothy ring around the girth. He pulled out slowly, leaving space for the white to drip out onto the water below.

You all but collapsed, welcoming the cool water of the stream on your heated skin. Looking over your shoulder in dismay, you saw his length start to harden once more.

vulture!toji smiled, the cut on his lip, curving evilly. "How far can you run?"

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Age: unknown

Species: no current scientific name

Information: Very aggressive, will only talk to Scientist [redacted]. Do not try to feed.

Mating: No information has been collected on the mating of phoenix hybrids. No current mates. Only one of its species.

phoenix!ryomen who was the meanest of the meanest hyrbids before you had arrived as his caretaker. He would snap at all the other scientists, and he'd completely given up on finding a mate. You'd given up after ten failed attempts as well, watching all the other birds run away the moment they even saw the fiery wings on his back.

You could see him get more and more agitated each time another day passed without any relief. It must have been torture to him, too- there were only so many times the poor man could jerk it.

There was a reason phoenix!ryomen only allowed you to enter his enclosure, and that reason was on display right about... now.

"You lasted six minutes," you glared at him from where your head was mashed into the pillows, lifting your legs to wrap around his lower back and pull him closer. How you managed to do that lying on your front, Sukuna would never understand.

You'd been sent to help coax hybrids to mate with Sukuna. At least, that's what your fellow scientists thought you were doing in his enclosure so late at night.

"Give me a fucking second, woman," he panted, flipping you over so you were on your back instead of your front. You were greeted with the pretty sight of his tattoos and spread wings, fire that warmed the room till the two of you were sweating. You had the disadvantage of not being able to peg him, because you would unfortunately get burnt 😔 Oh well, some things stay in the imagination. You were just a girl, after all.

Bad decision, really. Now that you were on your back, you had enough hand space to reach over and slap him. He groaned at the sting, hardening inside of you once more. "If you don't last for at least ten minutes, I'm not visiting you tomorrow."

His eyes flashed with anger, wings fluttering, and a few sparks landing on your skin. The twinge of a burn was familiar, welcome. "You've been milking me dry for four fucking hours, and you want me to go another round? Are you even hearing yourself?"

"Yes, I am," you nodded wisely, rolling your hips upwards to meet him halfway. The fire-resistant cloth of his bed burned warm underneath your skin, more sweat lining your hairline. "I think it's a very fair statement."

He groaned, watching you lift your ankles to lock around his lower back, dangerously close to his wings. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him face to yours. "Listen, Ryomen," you said sternly. "There's no other hybrid willing to help you through mating season, because they're all afraid of you. The scientists are all aghast at how you've managed to last this long. Do you really want me to stop visiting you? What are you gonna do then, huh?"

God, you were mean. Sukuna growled at your words, shutting you up by capturing your lips in a violent kiss, begrudingly starting to move once more, though it was more teeth than tongue. You moaned as he hiked up his legs to pummel into you at a new angle, returning his kiss with the same anger. "You're such a bitch."

"You like it." With the way his cock had turned rock hard once more, pressing against your walls and causing you to whine, you knew your words were true. You scratched at his shoulders, burning the tips of your fingers every time you came too close to the junction of his wings with his back.

phoenix!ryomen hissed at the feeling of your nails, but he wasn't complaining. Whenever you weren't in his enclosure, he would admire the wounds like they were trophies. He came embarrassingly quick, but you couldn't reprimand him too early, since you came at the same time. He was pretty sure he just shot a fucking blank, too. You, however, seemed to be always ready to create the filthiest rings of white that dripped down to his clenching balls.

"...That wasn't ten minutes." You muttered out stubbornly, throwing a hand over your eyes. Sensitivity, unfortunately, went both ways.

"Shut the fuck up."

It was true- no other hybrid wanted to mate with a fire hazard. But why would phoenix!ryomen care when he had you?

SATORU GOJO

Age: 22

Species: Pavo cristatus

Information: The peacock hybrid refuses to display its fan for any female provided to it. Scientist reports that it acts "arrogant" and "extremely cocky." Really likes mirrors?

Mating: During mating, peacock hybrids will fan out their display feathers as wide as they can. They will fan these feathers roughly 25 times per second to create an optical illusion and attract a mate. They are extremely self-conscious and take care of their feathers to appear as the most attractive to a mate.

peacock!satoru who was a real piece of work.

peacock!satoru who truly did not believe that there was a female worthy to be his mate. Every peahen they sent into his nest ended with her leaving sad or angry, a few even trying to slap him. How rude- who would try to ruin such a pretty face?

He tried to make them understand that just because a peacock doesn't mate for life didn't mean that they could keep pushing him onto different peahens each mating season like he was a machine. Sure, he didn't have to stay faithful, but that didn't mean that his entire existence was his cock.

He rolled his eyes haughtily when his caretakers took him to his mating room, telling them that this time they had a specialist to help fix him. As if he needed any fixing! It wasn't just any lady who could have a part of him.

"Oh, who is it this time?" He muttered sarcastically. "Doctor Utahime already left last week. Or maybe it's just a peahen in a doctor's disguise. Do you think you can fool me?-"

peacock!satoru who immediately shut the fuck up the moment he laid his eyes on you, heard the lock click as the staff left the soundproofed room. You stood in front of him with a clipboard, presumably a list of all the peahen hybrids that he should have mated by now, and a stern look on your face. The hundreds of mirrors that were stuck on the walls of his room reflected your pretty hair, your lab coat, and your skin in multiple angles that still weren't enough.

You, who apparently had quit two months ago, leaving Satoru to fall into great despair that his human had left. Surely you had been born the wrong species, but fear not, because he was not an orthodox bird. He would have been glad to accept you into his nest if you hadn't avoided him on every turn.

"Still no mate?" You asked, scribbling something down on the paper with your pen. Probably striking or ticking names, arranging the most convenient to the most hostile peahens. You looked like you wanted to be anywhere but here, and the tiredness in your eyes told him you weren't going to take shit from anybody, especially him. You were far too familiar with his antics.

Unfortunately for you, Satoru was a peacock, and bullshit was his speciality. Especially when there was a potential mate just a few steps in front of him.

peacock!satoru who couldn't stop himself, his tail starting to twitch. Before you could even process what was happening, his large feathers had already spread wide, blue and green and oh so pretty.

"What on earth are you doing?" You groaned, running a hand down your face in dismay as Satoru craned to his full height, his tail feathers starting to rustle. If you weren't so pissed at him, you would have been mesmerized by the pretty patterns starting to form.

"What does it look like?" He walked closer to you before you could change your mind. "All you scientists keep asking me to mate, so I'm going to do it. Aren't you happy?"

"I've been gone for two months!" You spoke aghast, watching him start to strip off his shirt already. "Surely you've gotten over your childish crush?"

"It's not a childish crush!" He scoffed, his fan starting to quiver in anxiety. At the end of the day, he was just a peacock, and his ego was as fragile as glass. "Don't you think I'm amazing?"

"No, not exactly," you tried to be cruel, tried to push his tail down. Even if it hurt his feelings, you couldn't risk the lab's prime male falling for a human. He was the only male who had proper statistics, healthy enough to help a new line of descendants. "You could... be prettier."

"Could..." His eyes narrowed as he froze in his tracks. "...Could be prettier?"

So this was how you found yourself in the meanest mating press of your entire life.

You were so glad that this room was soundproof, because you were letting out the loudest sounds as Satoru's hips smacked against yours. You had been pushed onto his pillows before you could try to reassure him that he was, in fact, the prettiest bird you had ever seen, and now you were in a huge mess. A huge mess, you didn't know whether you wanted to get out of or stay in happily. You were currently leaning towards the latter.

Your ankles were pressed against your shoulders tightly, and Satoru was stretching you out on his cock so deliciously that you had started to see stars. His tongue had captured yours in a filthy kiss, tangling as he pummeled into you. His tip had managed to find your sweet spot scarily fast, and he'd continued to hammer into it, feeding off your reaction.

Your cheeks burned red as your eyes scanned the mirrors on the roof of his room, showing you the clear image of your fucked out face. Damn this fucking peacock, there were mirrors everywhere. You had no choice but to take in the embarrassment if you wanted to continue being fucked dumb.

His train was still spread, somehow wider than before, fluttering with each burst of pleasure he felt. A few feathers floated down with the force at which he was fucking you, landing on your skin and tickling you.

"Could be prettier," he spat out pettily, pulling away from your mouth and leaving a thin string of spit between you. "I'm the prettiest fucking peacock here."

You couldn't believe you were getting bred because you insulted a guy's looks.

If you weren't getting your brains fucked out, you would have probably rolled your eyes and given him a groan. What a huge fucking ego. However, all you could currently manage was a whimper, biting your lips harshly as the string of spittle snapped. "Oh my god-"

His feathers fluttered once more as you tightened around him, moaning loudly and moving to suckle on your neck. His forearms pressed incessantly on your calves in a way that you knew your legs were going to be sore tomorrow.

"Tell me," he mumbled against your neck, sucking to form dark purple blemishes before lathering them in spit to soothe them, repeating the process over and over. "Say it."

"Fuck, fuck, please don't stop-" You reached a hand up to tangle in his pale locks, arching as you came with a blinded vision, squeezing around his cock. He clearly felt the difference in the way he struggled to keep up his pace, your pussy tightening like a vice. "You're the prettiest, Toru."

His hips stuttered, eyes shutting as he buried his face between your tits, driving himself to the hilt before shooting ropes deep inside you. His fan seemed to cover the two of you like a shield, quivering in time with the pulses of his cock. You could feel the warmth of his seed settle heavily, his breath coming in short pants.

peacock!satoru looked up at you from your chest, the tips of his feathers still caressing the crown of your head. He bit lazily at the side of your breast.

"Can I stop meeting peahens now?"

CHOSO KAMO

Age: 22

Species: Corvus moneduloides

Information: Though part of the smartest crow species, the subject still acts dumber than needed in front of their caretaker. Assumed sign of submission.

Mating: While crows do not have any significantly different tactics for mating, their hybrid counterparts are more likely to bring shiny objects for courtship or to show affection.

crow!choso was widely gossiped about as a dumb crow.

"No."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeaseee," the teary-eyed boy looked up at you from the ground, hugging the plush of your thighs and resting his head right between them.

Okay, how did we get here?

Maybe you should start with the massive pile of pretty, shiny silver that was just lying in the corner of crow!choso's enclosure. Maybe you should start with the fact that you have been trapped in said enclosure for almost two weeks, sitting in his large, twig nest with the soundtrack of a bird begging you to accept his courtship. Maybe you should also start by saying that you are not a crow hybrid, yet Choso doesn't give a flying fuck.

"No, I will not be your mate!" You tried to reason with him, attempting to pull his hands off your thighs to no avail. You didn't know his knees could bear to drop to the twigs day in and day out, simply to beg you over and over for a question he knew the answer to. But the fifteenth time's surely the charm!

"Why not?" He sniffled, and for a second he looked more like a puppy than a crow, black hair frazzled and lips pouting. "Are my gifts not good enough for you?"

Well, that definitely could be the issue, given that one side of his gifts were metal soda cans and broken needles, but the other side was heaps of silver. If you tried to trade all the silver he'd given you for cash, you probably wouldn't have to ever work again. Where did he even find that much? Silver watches, necklaces, rings. Hell, he'd even managed to find a silver pair of fucking glasses. "No, that's not it, but-"

"Then why not?" If it wasn't directed to you, you would have found his true frustration hilarious. "Is it because I'm not pretty enough? I preened my wings every day!"

"No, of course not," your hand instinctively moved to pet his hair to calm him down, trying to prevent his tears. He cooed at the touch, leaning into the scratches. "I'm a human, Choso!"

"So what?" He mumbled grumpily, tugging you down till you were sat next to him and burying his face into your neck. You sighed at his behaviour, but you couldn't help but feel affection for him.

Contrary to popular belief, the crow hybrid that everybody mainly called creepy in the staff meetings was just a lonely guy. Most of the crow hybrids had chosen to move to a more vibrant enclosure, leaving him in the dark wood forest with no friends or mate. Being his caretaker, you were probably the only person who'd properly talked to him in months. He was sweet, and maybe a little bit empty-headed, but he sure as hell cared about you more than he cared about anything else.

It made you feel a bit special, finally being cared for by someone who wasn't just running for the shit ton of money you made in this facility. He actually liked you, and though his idea of gifts was… a bit different, they were still gifts all the same. Your tsundere act had also given up a week into being held in his nest, because you couldn't bring yourself to ignore him.

Also contrary to popular belief, crow!choso was not just a dumb fucking bird.

Would a stupid man be able to cage you into an enclosure even when he was gone for hours on end? No, you thought it was just a coincidence that the paths suddenly became too dark, the trees looked like you were going in circles, the nest seemed so much warmer than the rest of this cold forest. How he even managed to get out of the facility, nobody could understand, because there was no explanation of how he managed to get so many things to you that were so shiny. A stupid man would not make himself look like a submissive bitch in heat to slowly earn your love until you could feel nothing else for him.

What a smart crow would do was lean into your touch as you rode him, whimpering as his hands roamed your body. He bit onto your shoulder as your pussy gushed around his length, squeezing him for all he was worth.

"Oh my god," he whined loudly, hips thrusting up weakly to meet your grinds halfway, cockhead leaking profusely against your insides. You moaned as he rolled his pelvis against yours to rub against your clit, adding an extra level of stimulation.

You tugged on his buns, removing the two elastics that kept them tied up. He leaned his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking harshly and kneading the other with the hand that wasn't gripping your ass. You arched against him, pushing your tits up into his face further and changing the angle at which you were riding him.

Your hips were starting to tire out, and he helped you subtly, single-handedly moving you up and down. Your body went pliant for him, hands stroking his cheeks as your pleasure coiled in a tight spring before bursting. "Y-You're going too deep, Cho," you moaned out, his thrusts getting sloppier and more sporadic. The squelching was as sultry as it could possibly get, a thick ring of white froth appearing every time he pulled out just enough before slamming back inside.

"I'm gonna cum inside," Choso mumbled against your nipple, spittle dropping from the skin down to where the two of you were joined. It was more of a warning than a request, fucking every webbed wad of cum into your womb like he would be personally affronted if you didn't get pregnant. The splattering of his seed pushed your afterglow onto another level, spasming around his cock while your clit throbbed contentedly.

crow!choso who knew he could have easily flipped you over into a mating press at any given moment of time, but he loved the way you struggled to stay on top once you tired, loved the way you doted on him with kisses and praise. He would gladly whimper as much as you wanted him to if it meant you would stay in this nest with him forever.

crow!choso was not a dumb bird.

He was just optionally submissive.

TAKUMA INO

Age: 21

Species: Apus apus

Information: Likes to fly around in the forest space often, trusted enough not to keep an eye on.

Mating: The female swift will position her wings in a V to signal she is open to mating, and the bond will last for a few seconds to minutes. Swift hybrids choose to mate differently than most, as they are the only birds to mate in flight.

swift!takuma was the most hyper bird hybrid to exist. When you'd been assigned his caretaker, you'd been a bit confused, wondering why the handsome bird hadn't already gotten a mate, but you quickly understood why.

The man wouldn't sit down for a single second before starting to get bored. You could barely finish telling him about the new swift hybrid he was going to see before he flew off, telling you he'd just had a genius plan, coming back only when the female had gotten bored and had decided to leave.

swift!takuma who didn't know any other way to make you understand that he really, really didn't want to mate with anybody else.

swift!takuma who was pretty sure he couldn't be more obvious than he already was. He avoided female hybrids like the black plague, and only stuck by your side to the point you couldn't go on your coffee break without bringing it out to his enclosure.

Poor Ino was dumbfounded when you laughed off his confession, watching you sip your stupid coffee like he was just a child performing at a family event. Like you didn't know the filthy things he wanted to do to you, the ways he would make sure that you never thought of another man again.

swift!takuma who had no choice but to simply take you up to the sky and show you.

Your scream tore through the sky as his wings pushed up, up, up until you were almost at the very top of the enclosure, close enough that you could see the outlines of the metal bars clearly. "PUT ME DOWN!"

"What if I don't want to?" He stuck his tongue out at you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Your back pressed against his chest incessantly, as if you were scared that if you leaned forward a bit too much, you would fall to your demise, which was literally true. "Now do you want to be my mate?"

"No!" You retorted angrily, though it was more in fear. You should have probably thought wiser than to make the person who was carrying you hundreds of feet up into the air upset.

Just to piss you off, Takuma started to do aerial tricks, spinning around in the air with you in his arms. Summer saults, flips, you name it, you were pretty sure that you were going to be sick.

"I'm going to dive," he spoke cheekily over the wind blowing against your ears deafeningly. You didn't even have time to shout in dismay before he pulled his wings to his body and dropped.

No scream escaped your lungs; all the air was sucked out of them. We're going to crash, you thought to yourself as you approached the trees, the sheer speed at which they were approaching terrifying. I'm going to die, I'm going to die I-

Takuma spread his wings just a second too late, scratching against the upper branches of the trees, but still giving you an astounding rollercoaster ride. Your clothes ripped as the branches caught onto them, one of your sandals flying away sadly.

"Don't complain, I usually make this smoother," he shrugged, feeling part of his own shirt tear as well. As he lifted you back into the sky, the two of you looked like you were partaking in some horrible 1970's porno, with the suggestively ripped clothes and wind-blown hair.

Well, this was also Takuma's main goal, at the end of the day.

"Have you ever experienced an air quickie?"

"What?"

The answer was no, you had not experienced an air quickie. But that was okay, because he was going to strike one more thing off your bucket list!

"You're going to have to- haah- find my clothes, y'know," you clung onto him for dear life, arms gripping his shoulders almost as tight as your pussy gripped his cock. Though your shirt was still on, the bastard had gotten rid of your torn pants in no time. His wings were spread open in all their ombre delight, causing the two of you to glide. You knew that he expected this to accommodate the usual speed he went at so that you could feel safer, but you weren't sure if he understood that nothing could ever find anything he did was slow.

That included his fucking style as well, clearly. With the way he was thrusting into you like a goddamn jackhammer, it was only his insane strength that was keeping you from falling to your literal death. You weren't sure if you were slobbering because most of the tears in your eyes were getting blown away by the wind.

"I do want to say I'll just buy you new clothes," he whimpered against your neck as his balls clenched, thrusts turning sloppier and sloppier. "But we both know I can't afford that."

Trust him to try and make you laugh mid fuck. It worked, though, drawing a small giggle out of you before it morphed into a gasp at the feeling of his thumb reaching between the two of you to rub your clit. "You're going to fuh- I-"

"Ngh, you're so tight," He moaned, the glide of his wings leading you to a very slow descent, still high in the air. There wasn't a 100% chance you were going to be seen, but that just made it all the more fun. "I'm going to mm drop you? Do you really think so little of me?"

You bit at his neck as a complaint to his sass, wrapping your legs around him even tighter to absorb some more of his body heat. Nobody told you an air quickie was going to be so freezing. It seemed, however, that your bite just spurred him on, the smacks of his hips getting faster, if it was even possible.

"I'm gonna cum," he whined against your neck, sucking till it bruised. If you knew all it took was hopping on his dick to wipe away all his bad manners, you would have done it a long time ago. "Please please let me cum inside you, please, you'll make such a good mate please-"

He was just rambling on now, and you could feel the way his cock strained against your insides that he really was trying to control himself this time. "I've been such a good boy please, pleas please please please-"

Lucky for him, you were also close to your high, and the post-nut clarity would hit later. That was for the future you to consider. Also, you weren't sure how he was going to pull out mid-fucking-air. Your nod was all he needed before he shoved himself as deep as he could go, spurting hot streams of gooey seed against your walls. The white dripped down the crevices of your hole, mixing with the white froth of your already passed orgasm. You shuddered, not knowing whether it was from the cold or from quite possibly the best creampie you'd ever had in your entire life.

"Please let me down now," you whimpered, post-nut clarity hitting like a fucking truck.

"With what pants, baby?"

KENTO NANAMI

Age: 27

Scientific Name: Strigidae

Information: Has been on best behaviour for the kitchen section in the enclosure, likes to cook when not in his burrow.

Mating: Owl hybrids see food as an important part of courtship. While wild owls bring dead prey, domesticated owls may use neater methods.

"Oh, Kento made it for me! The one I'm currently in charge of, he's just the sweetest, don't you think?"

Your coworker proceeded to spit out her drink, choking. You patted her back violently, slightly worried. "You good?"

"The owl hybrid made it for you?"

You nodded, confused. As far as you knew, there wasn't any animosity toward him among the scientists. "Yeah, what of it?"

"…"

"…"

"…Oh, honey."

You were then educated on the reason why owl hybrids gave food to humans in the first place.

You returned to Kento's enclosure later than you usually did that night, cheeks burning with not only embarrassment but strange flattery. He always had dinner ready for you in the past month you'd been taking care of him, and you thought little of it than his appreciation. Now, however, you didn't know how to react to the simple meal on the table.

"Oh, you're back," he smiled at you, sitting down on his rickety wooden chair, pushing up his glasses. The feathers around his neck seemed softer, as if he'd had more time today to groom them. "How was your day?"

owl!kento loved cooking for you.

Ever since the day you'd accidentally eaten one of his cupcakes, his feathers had ruffled, and his eyes had dilated, looking at you like he was a frozen statue. You'd noticed his behaviour and quickly apologized for taking one by accident, but he had returned to his normal demeanor in no time, smiling at you and asking if you'd liked it. You'd nodded, and he'd spend the entire night baking a fresh batch for you.

After all, in his mind, you were already his mate. After the countless meals you'd eaten, you couldn't possibly be anybody else's. owl!kento thought you remained his caretaker as a courtesy, that you simply searched for other mates for him because you didn't know that owls were strictly monogamous.

"It was nice," you answered absent-mindedly, playing with the spoon in your bowl. He caught on immediately.

"Is everything okay?"

"Am I your mate?" You blurted out before you could stop yourself, watching his expression turn puzzled. He looked at you as if you'd asked a dumb question, but with enough patience to make you feel guiltier.

"Of course you are, what kind of question is that?" He blew on a spoonful of soup, and you traced his Adam's apple as he swallowed it.

"Well, the thing is," you were already cringing at the thought of confronting him on something so serious. "I didn't know that accepting your food would make us mates."

"Oh," he frowned. "Do you… not want to be my mate?"

"No! I mean, yes, but no-" You stumbled over your words, watching him approach you from around the table. Sure, he was probably the most attractive man you'd ever met, but he was also the hybrid you were supposed to take care of! Not only was it incredibly unprofessional, but it was also very ethically wrong when you thought about-

"Kenn!"

The cool part of the counter under your back was starting to become warmer. Nanami's hand was firm against your abdomen, keeping you pressed down upon the kitchen top at his whim.

"Hmm… how about this?" While his hips kept their maddening pace, he reached over your body to one of his kitchen shelves, pulling down another pastry. His fingers traced your mouth, pulling at your lip. "Say ahh"

"Aahh," was all you could manage before a bite-sized piece of cinnamon roll was shoved between your lips. You chewed on it the best you could with a fucking 7-inch dick grinding into you, choking on the dust a little.

"So?" owl!kento cocked his head, glasses slipping off his nose slightly. "What do you think?"

"A-As much as your, fuck!" He hit a spongy part inside of you, causing your toes to curl and your legs to tighten around his hips. "As much as your pastries are delicious, I can't be your ma-mmm." He shut you up by pushing another piece of pastry onto your tongue, leaning forward slightly so his cock could hit deeper spots.

Your eyes rolled back at the change of angle, hands gripping his shoulders as he moved to lick your bottom lip, lapping up the remnants of the chocolate cake he'd just made you swallow. Unfortunately, it was quite marriage-worthy material already without the 10 out of 10 dick.

"Mm, that's really good," you moaned out, though unsure whether it was for the luxurious cake which melted in your mouth, or the way your impending orgasm was closing in on washing over you.

You let out a shamefully long whine before your vision went white, cumming unexpectedly with an arch of your back. Your jaw went slack, hazy eyes watching Nanami say something you couldn't quite process. All you did was nod mindlessly, waves of pleasure crawling up your body and making you heady.

"Mm, finally agreed, did you?" He smiled down at you like he knew exactly how much he was rearranging your insides. His head tipped back as his hips stuttered, the coarse hair of his happy trail rubbing against your clit deliciously to prolong your pleasure. You didn't know what you agreed to, really, but if it meant that it kept his hips moving at such a pace, you didn't mind. Especially when he was pulsing inside of you, strings of gooey cum kissing your cervix.

He pulled out of you slowly, watching the white liquid leak out wantonly on the counter. He dipped a finger into it, bringing it up to his lips and sucking generously, before giving you a bit too. Your tongue hung out eagerly, waiting for a taste.

"Maybe I should make icing with this next time."

SUGURU GETO

Age: 24

Species: Cygnus olor

Information: Usually stays in the pond enclosure, and is very soft spoken. Scientists are puzzled as to why there is no mate present yet.

Mating: Swan hybrids mate elegantly and slowly, mirroring each other's movements. Mute swans especially have the capability to purr in contentment.

REDDIT AITA (21F) for falling for the cunning schemes and wooing of a swan hybrid (24M)? Comments - LMAOOOOOO WHO TF IS THIS -----unfortunately I can't tell you or I might lose my job - I mean, is he hot? -----fuck yeah - There's only ONE hybrid facility big enough to have a dumb scientist falling in love with a specimen, I'm going to report you! -----oh, fucking cry about it

Here was the problem: Suguru Geto was hot in a way that wasn't describable enough with just a "fuck yeah". No, he was beautiful in a way only swan hybrids could be, dark wings on his back and long, long hair that floated around his face whenever he came up above the surface of the water. Came up to give you that stupid sly grin, one that always made you wonder whether he really needed another hybrid as his mate.

He would tease you, smiling when you came too close by the pond, dipping your ankles in the water, and leaning against the sand. You would close your eyes, feeling at peace for a few moments before feeling a sneaky hand try to tug you down, jumping up in panic and glaring at the swan.

And before you'd been asked to help find him mates, you were just his normal caretaker. Feeding him, writing down stats, just spending time with him, since your facility had no other swan hybrids, and they never liked to be alone.

However, the moment you'd told him that he'd need to find a mate soon, something in him changed.

swan!suguru had lasted two years through mating season without another female. He was far better at controlling himself compared to those other beasts in the facility. A few handjobs while staring at you from the furthest side of the pond was enough to keep him satisfied throughout the period, including the incessant teasing. Who could blame him? He loved to see your poor flustered expression, the way you would march away indignantly just to come back an hour later with his dinner.

But now, you were gone more hours than you usually were, likely in another enclosure debating with hybrids to come mate with him. Actually, it wasn't much of a debate- most of them were already eager to meet him. It was he who would scare them away whenever you weren't present, telling them oddly unnerving things till they got uncomfortable enough to leave.

You noticed the change, of course, you did. His flirtation meter had gone up by more than a few nocks, refusing to eat until you hand-fed him his fish and staring at you from the bay. You knew something was up when he pulled himself up to the sand for the first time, lower body still in the pond. He fluttered his black wings, droplets flinging over your face until you told him to stop. He just shrugged with his usual smile, lying on his front to watch you.

You weren't stupid. You knew Suguru didn't want a mate, and you knew just how many times he got himself off to you, the telltale sign of his shoulders tightening right before he came into his hand. But unlike him, you had courtesy for the rules and stayed a good distance away from him whenever he got too… needy? That, however, was quickly changing with the way he was treating you like you were already his wife.

swan!suguru, too, was not stupid.

It was entertaining, to say the least, to see the way you would stare longingly at him when you thought he wasn't watching, staring at his hair or bare shoulders. That only fueled his ego further, knowing that you wanted him just as much as he did.

This time, when he pulled your ankle to drag you into the pond, he succeeded.

"Mph!" Your mouth was muffled by his hand, swan!suguru started undressing you with care that a kidnapper shouldn't have. He gave you a pointed look before removing his hand, moving to your shirt.

"Be quiet, pretty." Suguru wouldn't have removed your shirt if you didn't let him, and you knew it. His fingers traced the bottom of your shirt for a good ten seconds, observing your reaction. Only when you gave him a slight nod did he lift your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere on the sand along with your other clothes before drifting you to the centre of the pond.

"Let's see if you remember your training," he hummed, lifting the two of you onto a rock till he fully emerged, revealing muscles rippling across the expanse of his tanned skin, and of course, the deliciously long cock that slapped against his stomach. "How do swans like to mate?"

"Uhm," you stammered out, your skin turning pink wherever he touched. His long, wet hair brushed against your collarbone as he leaned over you, tracing your entrance with his fingers. "Like, mirroring each other?"

"Good girl," he pushed two fingers inside of you, watching your back arch. You watched him through lidded eyes as he arched as well, nipples brushing against his chest. It looked as if he was feeling your pleasure through you, scissoring his fingers so that your entrance stretched out. "Which means you can't squirm, got it?"

You nodded, watching him pump his cock in his hands a few times, precum leaking off the mushroom tip before pushing it inside you in one thrust, groaning. You squealed, gripping onto his arms so tight that your nails formed half moons. You flinched as he did the same, digging into the soft flesh of your upper arm.

Instead of fucking you at a speed you wanted, he pushed off the rock till you were both submerged in the pond once more, warm water lapping around your collarbones. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist for support.

Suguru swung his hands behind your neck lazily, languidly starting to grind inside of you, hitting spots that made you see stars. "Mirror me."

You followed his actions, hands resting behind his neck as he pulled your body flush against his, meeting your lips tentatively. His cock continued to grind in tight circles against your cervix, his veins kissing your walls just as well as he was kissing you right now. The soft kiss quickly turned messy, tongue fighting with yours for dominance. He thrust his length further in to make you gasp, using the leverage to push his tongue inside your mouth eagerly.

Each slow roll of his hips caught against your clit, pleasure building and building until you felt like you were about to collapse. You'd never have thought something so slow could have brought you to an orgasm so fast. Just the feeling of being so full of him had already gotten you halfway there, but the precision with which he rolled his pelvis against yours was making you dizzy. A slight purr has started resonating from his throat, filling the noise between the sultry kissing.

He pulled away from the kiss to press his forehead against yours, breath mingling above the water. "Come for me, pretty."

You didn't have to be told twice, cumming with your eyes shut, letting out sounds he was surely going to mock later on when he had the chance. You were pretty sure he wasn't going to try to mock you, knowing the way his mouth had curved up slightly in a smirk, but he cut himself off with a moan as you tightened around him, spilling into you just a second later.

You rested your head on his shoulder as your afterglow crept up your body, leaving you giddy. You felt his cheek hit your shoulder right after, biting at the lobe of your ear.

It was only after quite a few minutes of remaining in his embrace and deep breaths that you finally started to process the deep rumbling coming from his chest. Your eyes opened in surprise, hand moving to stroke his hair and feeling the rumble get louder. "…Are you purring?"

"Shut the fuck up."

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Age: 20

Species: Calyptorhynchus banksii

Information: As parrot-type hybrids are allowed to roam free in the facility due to their social needs, this specific hybrid is always at the side of the assigned caretaker.

Mating: Cockatoo males are one of the few that can use tools to make music to woo their female counterparts. Cockatoo hybrids are also notorious for needing constant attention, and some types may even feel emotions like jealousy.

cockatoo!megumi really fucking hated that parrot.

Who the fuck did he even think he was? It wasn't like you were his caretaker, so why was he always talking to you? He would sway his green hair around, the spiky mohawk far more impressive than Megumi's black spikes. His wings were larger too. Instead of just black like his, they were green with yellow undertones.

Fuck this parrot.

And don't even get him started on his goddamn caretaker, this pervert! He was so sure he'd caught him staring at your ass at least three times; both the parrot and the man didn't deserve to be anywhere near you. Not like he did. Especially not with the way they always joined you for lunch, taking up his time to talk to you. So what if you were doing most of the talking? He still wanted to listen! As long as you were talking to him.

So, could you really blame him for snapping one day? Hugging you from behind the moment he saw that perv with you, and to you it seemed like his normal clingy behaviour, but the man in front of him could see his dark look. It wasn't a glare, no, he didn't even deserve that- it was something promising a public humiliation ritual if he ever spoke to you ever again. The parrot, wiser than his master, chose to flee before he did.

You caught on just as fast as he expected you to.

"What is wrong with you?" You burst at him the moment you went back to his nest, sweating from using the rope to climb, since of course this picky bitch chose the highest branch on the tree.

"Nothing is wrong with me!" He looked irritantingly cool, clearly because he had wings to fly up here. "They don't need to talk to you!"

"I was making friends!" You groaned, feeling your way across the bark of the tree in the moonlight to reach his nest properly, searching for the cavity in the bark. "I need coworkers as connections. He was going to help me find mates for you!"

"As if I need any of those," he scoffed at you. Even in his sulky behaviour, he still reached out to grab at your hand, holding onto your skin. "When I have you."

"No, we have talked about this before," you argued with him, jerking your hand back and earning a hiss from him. "You can't mate with me, so stop trying to scare away other males like you have any right to." The wooden whistle he'd given you dangled around your neck.

"I have every right to," he walked closer to you, all up in your face and cornering you against the hard, carved-out bark of the giant tree. "Do they get to eat with you every day? Do they listen to you talk for hours while drawing patterns on your skin? Do they get to see you change before bed? No, they don't! Because I do, because you're my mate. I've already marked you, and there's nothing you can do about it."

You stayed silent throughout his monologue, feeling annoyance bubble up in your chest. No wonder every time you tried to take on an extra hybrid for money, they would turn you down. The bastard must have done something to you, and you never suspected a thing. Your annoyance turned to fury at the look in his eyes, the way he was still trying to feel your skin.

He wanted to mate? Fine.

"Fuh-" Megumi's eyes rolled back as you rode him, hands resting heavily against his chest for leverage, hips working overtime. "Slow down, please-"

"Shut up," you slapped him, actually slapped him, swivelling your hips in tight circles. His feathers were pressed against the twigs at the bottom of his cozy nest in a way that was almost painful, yet it was turning him on so bad. He threw a hand over his eyes as he tried to buck his hips upward to meet you, but you immediately stopped, causing him to let out a choked sob.

"Why?" He whined, reaching up for you but getting his hands swatted away. Your phone lay beside you, the recording app on, catching every lewd squelch and moan. You were going to play this back later for him, showing him how pathetic he was.

"Who told you that you could move?" You snapped at him, sitting perfectly still on a load he was about to bust. He could feel his orgasm dying down in dismay, yet his cock remained rock hard.

"Just move!" cockatoo!megumi groaned, cheeks heating up from the position he was in. This was the most embarrassed and simultaneously the most aroused he'd ever been in his entire life.

"Apologize."

"For what?!"

"For not listening to my commands."

"…" Radio silence from his part just pissed you off more, and you scoffed, moving to get off his cock. "Okay fine then, since you're so adamant-"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he threw his pride away, lifting his neck from the ground just to look at you better, and actually started to beg. "Just move."

"What's the magic word?" Your hand reached around to play with his balls, feeling them soaked from the way your juices had slipped onto them.

He whimpered at the sensation, eyes rolling back. "God, please move, mommy."

Stunned for a second, you blinked at your bratty hybrid being so pliant in your hands.

You were only going for "please", but the freak had other ideas, clearly. You guessed it counted, starting to move again with a new fervor, wanting to cum as well. As much as you had done this mainly to spite him, you also realised that the way he split you open was far too good to be a one-time thing. "Aw, you're gonna be mommy's good boy?"

"Yes yes yes yes I will," He nodded desperately, his hands moving to grip your thighs that bracketed his hips without realising. You would have chided him if this was ten minutes ago, but you decided to give the poor guy a break. You'd been edging him for over half an hour now, and he looked like he was actually going to start crying. "Yes, I promise, I promise I'll be such a good boy please let me cum-"

You clenched around him tightly on purpose just to watch him fall apart, moaning loudly as he spilled into you, somehow managing to keep his hips from bucking upwards. You rubbed your clit hastily to cum at the same time, bowing towards his frame as your orgasm crashed upon you. You kept moving just for the sake of it until he started to cry from the overstimulation, begging you to stop.

Your bodies were sticky as you lay against each other, breathing heavily into the night air. Some poor neighbour cockatoo was about to move to another nest. You turned on your side, exhausted, when you felt cold fingers creep up your collarbone and to your necklace.

You opened your eyes just a crack to see cockatoo!megumi fiddling with the whistle, subdued, before blowing into it carefully and making a pretty tune. It was quite enough that only the two of you could hear it, the small, high-pitched sounds accompanied by his breath into the instrument.

I'm sorry, was what the action translated to.

You sighed, hugging him close to you and snuggling up against his chest. "Apology accepted."

"That means you won't talk to them again, right?"

"I have audio proof of you calling me mommy and yourself a good boy-"

"Point taken."

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[4nicolas]

satoru gojo is rarely ever dominant. he much rather have you take care of him and provide him with all the pleasure he’d ever dream of, but, he can’t lie, he loves seeing you squirming underneath him.

his hand lazy stroked up and down, fingers loosely wrapped around you as he edged you for what felt like days.

you didn’t even remember when it started, he had just got home, pushed you onto the bed, pulled your pants down and got to work.

he usually only does this when he’s had a stressful day, it’s not like you mind. seeing your handsome man sitting inbetween your legs was certainly a sight. one that made you twitch in his hand.

he only giggles, leaning down and licking your tip, groaning at the taste of your pre cum on his tongue. he loved how you tasted, gosh, he would suck your dick every hour if you’d let him.

he grins up at you, flashing that charming, boyish smile that always made you swoon. even as he jerked you off, you couldn’t help but find him utterly adorable.

“how ya feelin’, babe?”

he teases, his eyes crinkling in the corner at the way you bite your lip, his palm warm and soft around your cock.

you let out a shaky breath, clicking your tongue before speaking.

“oh, y’know, just- feeling great, satoru, really.”

his eyes only dilate further, his dimple popping out even more as he just smiles at you, looking so in love you could practically see the hearts around him.

“I’m glad.”

he murmurs, unable to take his eyes off you. the way he was just beaming at you while jerking you off, he had been doing this for hours, pushing you to the edge just to leave you teary eyed and wanting.

he couldn’t help it, he loved seeing your reactions so much it hurt. his heart beat so fast for you, his life revolved around you. getting to do anything intimate with you was always the best part of his day.

he speeds up, making a rougher jerking motion with his fist as he strokes upwards, his free hand coming down to fondle your balls.

you tilt your head back, feeling yourself getting close again, you knew what was coming, he was gonna leave you hanging again.

you were leaking all over his hand at this rate, pre cum dripping down your shaft, in between his fingers and in his palm, creating some decent lube.

you groan lowly, eyes fluttering shut as your breathing picks up, hips bucking up into satoru’s hands.

“satoru- oh fuck- fuckk.”

he cheeses, cheeks bright red, matching that at the tips of his ears.

“uh huh..?”

“yeah, shit-”

satoru licks his lips, eyes never leaving yours, his hand moving up and down with such intent, for a split second you thought he was actually gonna do it, until he stops, pulling his hand away to rest on your thigh.

you didn’t even complain this time, only squeezing your eyes and fists shut, whining in frustration, feeling the pricks of tears bubble in the corners of your eyes.

“satoru, come ON.”

this earns a loud laugh from said man. satoru flopping back on the bed, acting all happy and swooning as if you weren’t here so pent up and sexually frustrated.

he speaks through laughs, wiping the non existent tears out of his eyes.

“okay- but- cmon, that was pretty funny!”

you deadpan him.

“what?!”

you didn’t even need to explain.

“yn, look, I thought it was pretty funny. sorry not everyone has the same humor!”

he defends, raising his hands in a joking manner, scooting back towards you, hands slowly sliding up your thighs, satoru leaning in closer and closer until his nose pressed against yours.

“you need me, baby?”

you don’t need him. screw him! worst husband ever, honestly. you’d trade him for a bag of-

“yes.”

no hesitation.

instead of immediately pulling back and giving you the pleasure you’ve been craving, he exhales, bumping his forehead against your before chuckling, a light, carefree tone, one he only had around you.

“good, cause I need you too, okay?”

he whispers, his baby blue eyes studying yours, searching deep within the own hues of your eyes, the same ones he could stare at all day and all night.

before you could respond he’s moving down, sliding in between your legs again. one hand wrapping around your base as he leans down, his lips gently wrapping around your tip.

the salty, musky taste of you makes a shiver run through his spine, he was so fucking turned on, rock solid in his pants but he didn’t care.

you were so handsome, so jaw dropping. you and your body both! satoru loved you, so, so much.

he couldn’t believe he got this to himself. what do you mean you chose him? you picked him? out of all people? you were so perfect, and he had so many flaws.

no, he would prove himself (as if he didn’t know how hopelessly devoted you were to him), he would give you everything you wanted and more, and that includes sexual gratification.

his tongue laps at the slit of your cock, making sure to catch any wandering drops of pre. his hand, still wrapped around your base, slowly starts moving again, more so massaging rather than stroking.

“ah.. okay.. yeahh, thats it. fuck-“

you grunt out, head dipping back in pleasure, the warmth slowly starting to build in your gut again, the tingly, lovesick feeling that satoru always made you feel.

you could feel satoru start smiling against you, taking in more and more of your dick every second, whines and hums leaving his throat.

he scoots forward, almost wrapping himself around your leg, hips rocking against your calf. he was so hard, a wet patch forming, already leaking through his boxers and pants.

the feeling of his tongue swirling around you was clouding your thoughts, not that they weren’t already filled with satoru. you thought about him every minute of everyday, and don’t worry, satoru’s right there with you.

he doubles down, trying to push you to the edge again, this time with no intention of stopping. he wanted to see you break, to see you fall apart with pure ecstasy under him.

he loved it. he lived for your reactions, truly. anything you did, he was a fan of.

he starts jerking your base harder, the wet sounds of him sucking you off filling the room, along with your occasional groan or grunt.

your hands grip at the sheets, trying to find some sort of purchase as he pushes you further more and more.

you could feel his spit dripping down your shaft and balls, a slow, viscous warmth pooling in your lower regions.

it was all so wet and sticky, satoru having driven you to the edge numerous times before this.

“baby- oh, please. i’m so close. i’m gonna cum.. let me cum?”

satoru wants to cry, your begging makes his heart skip a beat, a newfound enthusiasm finding his actions, sucking and licking away at you, tongue swirling back and forth around your head, tracing the veins of your shaft and back.

his touch, his mouth, his everything was so addicting. he was addicting.

he gently taps your thigh twice, his way of telling you he was ready for your load.

it takes a few seconds before you could truly let go, cock twitching hard in his mouth before you white out for a split second.

you bite your lip, hard, hard enough to draw blood before groaning loudly, back arching up off the bed.

satoru keeps pushing you, even as the hot, thick ropes of your semen hit his throat, he kept sucking away, wanting to milk you for all you were worth. he always wanted your next orgasm to be the best, though not like it would be bad with him around.

his head stays buried in your crotch, mouth wrapped around you like a vice, now deep throating you casually?

you reach down, weakly pushing at his forehead.

“okay.. okay.. stop. too much, toru.”

he pulls off with a pop, your dick flopping back against your stomach limply, the life having been drained out of it from your baby boy in front of you.

you only shake your head, tugging him up by the collar of his shirt, satoru falling against you with a content smile.

satoru props his head up on his chin, smiling at you adoringly.

“so… did you enjoy it?”

he’s met with a pillow thrown in his face, as well as muttered complaints by you about how he took so long so actually let you cum.

satoru simply giggles, rolling over onto his back next to you, staring up at the ceiling, unable to resist stealing glances every thirty seconds.

finally after he scoots back over, curling up against you and pressing his lower half against your side, do you realize.

he was still hard.

…

idk I might proofread/edit this later.

[sturgill-simpson]

to fall like icarus, undone

They say that madness is doing something a thousand times and expecting anything to change because of it.

Does that make you mad, then, to press your lips to a god’s body and expect him to love you?

Gojo Satoru is a sinuous line of movement below your hands, his mouth an o of pleasure, mortal in his pleasure and divine in his cries. The room is quiet in the candle-dim darkness, but for his sounds. Breathless and keening, wanton and wanting-

Please, he begs you. Please, please, please. I’ll be good, I promise.

You smile, a touch cruelly, a touch bitterly, and press a kiss right to the place where his heart beats against the fragile skin of his neck.

Liar, you breathe, and sink your teeth into the flesh as your hips snap forward, a harsh, brutal thrust that drags a scream out from somewhere deep within him.

You are not a fool, despite how many times this insanity plays out. You have always known that there is but one purpose you serve in this god’s life. 

Pleasure, and the wanting of it.

Every time he touches you, every time he approaches you, teases you, riles you up further and further, it is for no other reason than this. Gojo Satoru is insatiable, as all gods are.

And you are a fool, as all those devout must be, even just a little.

You cannot be anything more than this, even with how stubbornly you work to pull him into the dirt and the profane, to exist here with you. You want him to stay here with you, trapped here with you, in the muck of love and obsession and something more than just physical greed, even though you know he can never.

You want to watch movies on sleepy days off with him, and complain when he ruins the endings for you every time. You want to take him to the little cafes you’ve found on your journeys and watch him part those lips you’ve bruised a thousand times before around a bite of a sinful taste of something too sweet for your taste. You want to cook for him when he returns home from a long mission and watch him unravel on the couch he claims to hate but won’t let you get rid of, just ‘cause.

You want to hear him ramble on about his students and how proud he is of them, his heirs, the ones who will make this rotted world a little bit better. You want to bring him his lunch on the days he forgets, and you want to sit with him in the sunshine and eat with him.

You want to open your eyes each morning, and be the first thing he sees when he wakes. You want to be the first thing he loves every morning, and every day, for as long as you both shall live.

But those are things not meant for you.

A god will not ever love a fool.

You press your mouth to the heartbeat rabbiting below, and feel his body tremble, a desperate spiral announced by the crack he breaks through the whisper of your name.

There is a place in your heart carved out by careless fingers. It is for blue eyes and strong shoulders and a laugh that rings tempting through the air, a siren song to those unfortunate enough to hear it, for those fortunate enough to be snared.

Gojo Satoru is a god given human form and flesh and feeling, and thus all of him is beyond you, despite all your desires. But you can have this, and so you shall.

It will kill you, one day, like looking into the sun, but never regret thy fall, Icarus, for the greatest tragedy of them all, is never to feel the burning light-

And as you have done a thousand times before, and as you will hopefully do a thousand times again, you seal your lips to the taste of the sun, the universe and a thousand worlds-

Satoru screams your name as he arches below you, and so you burn.

(And you burn and you burn again, a thousand times more.)

[primocuts]

IN-BETWEEN ZERO: MAN FROM NO-WHERE

Without text under cut

[toomanycreatures]

Tear him to shreds

Choso Kamo x male reader

Summary: you so greedily want to ruin choso.

Tags: smut, choso is a virgin, blood play, biting, gross sex, oral, sub choso, Dom reader, not beta read, Kenjaku mention, reader and choso work for Kenjaku, takes place before the start of the anime/manga cannon, reader has a cursed technique, domain expansion

Notes: first time writing a smut for this fandom ... Sorry for any mis-characterization(s).

Word count: 3,802

Gift for @corsped-groom

He's beautiful.

that's the first thing you realized when kenjaku introduced you to choso. You don't think you have ever met someone that looked like him in all your life, never, and that stuck with you. Then he spoke of his unwavering devotion to his brothers and something struck you deep inside your brain, something primal and scultped into your body by hands older than time itself. When he fought it did nothing but aid you in your facinating attraction about him. he could manipulate blood. something you have seen countless cursed users/sorcers do before him, but they never did it like he did. Choso- it was like he was the foundations for the technique entirely. He weilded the technique masterfully- it made your mouth water with something stronger than just admiration, it boardered devotion.

You both had worked together for years by the point anything huge truly happened between you. the first instance was when you and him gotten into your first argument. You dont know why you had started to argue with him but in hindsight- it was probably because he looked so darling when worked up. Like his frustration painted so beautifully on his face and body was made just for you, and no matter what you wanted to see it rack his body as much as you could. you wanted to make choso as worked up as you could- you wanted to make him upset but only because of you- for you. you didn't want him to waste his unfiltered frustrations on anyone who wasn't you.

Then it happened a second time- then a third- then a fourth…

each time he looked as nerve rackingly entrancing as the last. soon your brain started to supply unhelpful but completly indulging images of him absolutely recked just for you.

Ones where his hair was falling out from its usual pigtails some strands so mused up and frizzy it makes you wonder if it was your hands or his that made it that way. Scenes of his face so flushed blood leaks out from the angalur deep red mark stretched across his nose bridge and cheeks. little droplets staining the sides of his face dripping down to the soft sickly pale of his neck, chest, toro, and cock. His clothes are completely ruined. torn and disregarded on the floor, the shreds of cloth cradled in your hands- reminders that you ruined his dressings you took it upon yourself to rid him of his clothes. Choso kneeling before you half nude or completely naked, patiently waiting for you to destroy him far worse than you already have… tear him to shreds worse than how you did with his clothes. Then you would preen down at his awaiting body cradle his face trace over all parts of his body with every ounce of reverence you have stored for him all these years. all in the process informing him of how much of a disgusting tease he has been all this time. Flaunting all the worst parts of him for everyone else instead of saving it just for you.

often times when plagued by such day dreams you would ache to make them a probabilty. make them realities instead of just fantacies. But unluckily for you- choso seems to have a one track mind. For everytime he isn't focused on doing whatever he needs to do for kenjaku he's completley enamored with ensuring his brothers wellbeings.

So you watch, stuck on the side lines of choso's attention you find yourself admiring him from afar. "Such a drag…" Its down time currently, you and the rest of the cursed users rounded up by kenjaku are all haning out in Dagons domain. choso and his two siblings are conversing under a shady spot in the palm trees forest next to you. he is about 20 yards away from you, you wish he was closer. you wish you were right next to him- his brothers off doing their own thing for the time being- having him all to yourself. maybe you would lure him from this beachy innate domain and into your own. your domain being a perfect place for all the horrid things you want to act out with him. a private unreachable affair to anyone but you and him. a heat pools in your stomach- you know that there is only one way to get him to follow you, and that way seems rather… undesirable currently. you all had just gotten back from raiding a temple of its resources barley 3 hours ago. Everyone is resting and choso has been analyzing and tending to his siblings injuries for the entire 3 hours.

"Why do you watch?" Mahito, a new cursed spirit, asks you. he's still a tike compared to everyone else here despite him looking the age of a young adult. You don't spare him a second look but let out a soft chuckle.

"Why do we watch the stars?" You can hear mahito thinking, you always liked how expressive he seemed to be. At times it was humours others… annoying he was the only one out the bunch to get on your nerves occasionaly.

"I don't know… is it because-" He cuts himself off. he is still young you dont think he knows just how beautiful the stars can be, infact he has never really stepped doutside of tokyo before so you're not even sure he's seen any to begin with.

you still don't rip your gaze from choso but supply the answer for mahito. "Its because they're beautiful mahito." When it comes down to it, you only look at choso because well… he's just beautiful. you doubt you deserve to really ruin him like you want- and you fear he would never let you. while you may bat for a horrible group of people, you aren't a monster… despite everything there is something human lingering in you. You wonder if it's choso who helped remind you of that.

Mahito chuckles to himself as if what you said is the funniest thing he's ever heard. You can basically hear his smile when he speaks to you. "If they are so beautiful… why dont we ever try and reach them?"

You cant help but intially want to inform mahito that we have, well humanity has, and suceeded multiple times but stop because something about his words resonates with you.He's right, this young niave cursed spirit is right. Maybe instead of watching the stars you should reach for them this time. You give mahito a small smile and wink at him, he copies your wink like its the first time he's ever done it, and waves you goodbye when you start to walk twoards your star.

Choso only flickers his gaze up at you when you are standing directly above him. Hands on your hips you glare down at his raised head. Even in this scenario, a rather mundane one, you crumble at the position he is in. He stares at you waiting for your words, tired eyes big pupils blown, mouth dipped down into a curious frown, shoulders pulled taught in anticipation, and eyebrows slightly raised. It's not often you are of physical higher ground than choso but when you are, like right now, it's burns deep in your lower abdomen right above where your pelvis begins. If you will yourself to you can let that feeling go straight to your aching cunt. You don't let yourself divulge that far- yet. Instead you nod to his brothers while keeping your eyes trained in his then with all the gull of someone far braver than you are you ask him to follow you. Choso doesn't budge. "What you afraid your brothers can't handle themselves?" His eyebrows pinch together in irritation. Then the left corner of lip lip dips down far. Oops you pushed a rather sensitive button of his. "Or is it… your scared of what it is I want to show you?" That strikes something in choso, you can tell because his cheeks flush a tiny bit and he puffs out his chest slightly. You guess you struck his ego a bit there. You raise one of your eyebrows at him tauntingly hoping it'll bruise his ego a little more. You know choso loves to look tough in front of his brothers - he has boasted about it many times to you over the years. He flickers his eyes back to his siblings then stands up to be eye level with you. His brothers nod at him to send the message that they'll be alright without him.

Choso gives a mean look. "Now what is it you wish to show me?" He slips his hands into the sleeves of his white robe. Your eyes trail down to his wrists that poke out from the cloth, you lick your lips mouth suddenly feeling dry. You always thought choso had such beautiful hands, your glad you'll finally be able to put them to good use.

"We can't talk here." You bring your hand to grab onto his wrist and tug his right hand out from his sleeve. He doesn't try to pull back which is a good sign- actually choso grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. Odd- considering you didn't think you and him had the sort of relationship that would prompt such an intimate way of hand holding. You very much don't protest it, infact you welcome it by squeezing his hand softly. You can feel his skin grow slightly warmer at your action. You smirk 'oh this is going to be rich!'

You make it out of dagon's domain and immediately rush choso into your own. He's immediately on high alert. He rips his hand from your own and shifts his body into a defensive stance. You turn towards him and raise your hands. "What is this-"

"Wait choso…" you give him the most sincere look you can muster and slowly step towards him hands reaching for his face. The second your palms meet his cheeks and you softly cradle his face in them- he melts. "I didn't bring you here to hurt you." Well- okay that may be a bit of a lie…but oh well. Choso gives you a suspicious look. He reminds you of a skittish cat and you have to bite back a laugh. Using one of your thumbs you run slow methodical swipes up and down the soft skin there. He hums in approval of your touching. Your heart melts when the skin under your palms begins cranking up in temperature, the mark on his face buzzing along its edges. "… You're so-" he locks his eyes with your own. You let out a small whine. "Unfair." He raises an eyebrow at your statement. "Look at you choso…" a mirror fabricates beside the pair of you and you tun his head to look at it. Using your left hand you begin to trace the lines of his face. "Your forehead compliments the way your hair falls over it…" You move your hair along his hair line, chosos eyes roll to the back of his head at the tender sensation. "Then you eye brows, they're so pointed so expressive." You smooth out the soft wrinkles around the hair there. "Oh and your eyes themselves… Such emotional tired things… they are truly your most captivating feature." The mirror melts into the fog of your domain and you bring chosos face to look at you again. He flutters his eyes closed as you smooth the eye bags under them. "Then your cheekbones, your chin… you cute nose…" you avoid proding at the mark on his face for as long as you can. Then daringly you run both of your thumbs to ghost the edges of it. Chosos whole body shudders and his back bends forward, and half his weight is in your hands. "And this mark…" you bring your face close to his, then hover your lips right above the dark damned thing. you blow sotly onto it and choso softly whines. "are you sensitive here?" he flutters his eyes open and looks at you so bashfully. His pupils are blown out and completely swallow the irirs of his eyes. he nods yes at your question. you lean back and supply him with a smile.

he flutters his eyes away from yours and straightens his posture so he isn't burdening you with his weight as much. you squeeze his cheeks softly and bring his weight back down into your hands fully. you want him to lean on you as much as possible. "Why did you bring me here?"

Thats simple. "to ruin you." Choso gives you a questioning look and you answer him by kissing the top of his cursed mark. his eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth goes slack. chosos hands fly up to your waist to grab onto it, but he stops right before he can grab you there. "you can touch me too, sweetheart." He does, he grabs your waist like its the most precious thing he's ever gotten the privilege of holding. it soft its tender and apprehensive. has choso ever touched someone so intamitly before? has choso ever gotten passed the point of holding someones hand orrrr has he never even done that to someone who wasn't his brothers. if that's true that would explain why he held your hand so caringly earlier. maybe you're chosos first- maybe he's never even been kissed before. you kiss the tip of his nose next then the sides of his face and the corners of his mouth, with each kiss you apply more pressure than the one that came before it. you want him to be prepared for when you ravage his lips. you pull back to admire the heated scene in the palm of your hands. while kissing choso you didnt have the chance to realize that his mark had started to drip slightly, a sick idea presents itself to you. you take a longggg horizontal lick across the mark and choso sinks his fingers into your waist, he lets out a deep moan and more blood dribbles from his face. his blood stains your tongue and you kitten lick up the blood falling down the side of his face.

choso has to fight his eye lids open so he can just get a solid look at what you look like, lips smeered with his cursed blood. He immediately has to slam them shut because his red on your lips, teeth, chin, tip of your nose, and neck is stunning. it has him rocking on his feet, balance completely thrown off. he cant stand the look of you completely divulging in the most cursed part of himself. but you don't stop, he can tell you are just getting started. chosos come to realizes when you're around him you never seem satisfied by just irritating him or getting under his skin, no- its almost like you want to up end his entire being, tear his soul from his body and mold it into something he can never recover from. And no matter how much choso claims he dislikes the feeling of you under his skin- of you puhsing his buttons- he cant help but keep wanting to let you indulge in all parts of him. so when you attack his mouth with your lips he cant help but fight back with his own. its vile- its violent- its raw the kiss you share is like two stars colliding, destroying each other and the sensations you both share is the aftershocks of that collision.

Your teeth knock against his and your hands leave their place at the side of his face. You use one hand to grab his neck at the other to grip onto his purple vest pulling him closer to you. Chosos own hands move up and down your body, he's searching along your torso for an opening in the fabric of your clothes. For a virgin he sure is confident in what he wants… or maybe he's just needy. Whatever it is you aid him in his searching by removing the hand on his neck and pulling off your top. You watch his eyes go wide when he sees the fullness of your chest. His hands visibly stutter and then he's grabbing both soft peaks with his palms. You let out a shuddered breath and roll your hips against his own. He tries to copy your movements but fails because he's too focused on trying to kiss you and massage your chest. Noticing this you remove yourself from kissing him and bring his face down to where his hands are. "Go on. Suck on them." He does exactly that altering between suckling on your nipples and softly nibbling on the breasts tissue around them. In the process he leaves smudges of blood all around your pecks. Oh God he's making such a beautiful mess. In his focus you take the time to remove parts of his own outfit. First you shimmy his vest off, sadly having to interrupt is making of your skin, then his own shirt. When you are presented with the sight of his sculptured torso and scared pecks you smirk. "You and me aren't that different are we?" Chosos nods against you unlatching himself from your breasts.

"I had always had my suspicions but… my brother's informed me it was rude to assume such things about others." You smile at him and trace your fingers alongside the scars under his breast muscles.

"Such a clean cut- you look divine choso." His whole face and neck go red and where your hands track along his toros flares of hot blush bloom there. "So so so beautiful…" you push you hands lower until you fingers loop around the waist band of his white pants. You free one of your hands from the waist band and use it to grab into his chin. You angle his face so he has no other option but to look you in the eye. "Can I?" He lets out a small squeak and shakes his head yes. You give him a small peck on the lips and sink to your knees. Once on your knees you slowly begin to remove his pants. Choso squirms at your snail pace, you only take longer. "So needy…." Once his pants are fully off you're met face to face with his rather impressive bush. It's only then you realize that choso doesn't wear underwear. You laugh to yourself softly, it rather silly after all. You place your nose right at the top of his public hair and take in a deep inhale, then you place a kiss onto the scratchy surface. "Tell me Choso-" you whisper into him. "Is this the first time you've been touched here?" You place a kiss right above the slit of his pussy. He shutters and grabs onto your hair.

"Y-yes." You taste him a bit,flicking your tongue at the head of his erect clit. The action has him bending over your head. Choso almost tips over completely when you begin to eat him out properly. You have to use your hands to prop him up so he doesn't take both of you down with him. You use your cursed energy to fabricate a bed in your domain and push him to lay down back first on it. He awkwardly fumbles onto it and you follow suit and let out a laugh it how he lets out a squeal of surprise when he collides with the mattress. Choso pushes the side of his face into a pillow and tries to hide his embarrassment. Unluckily for him- he's bleeding all over the place and you can see the blood from his cursed mark begin to saturate the pillow he's hiding under.

'He's so cute…'

"Choso Darling…" you call out to him. When he tries to answer you you slide a finger inside his wet cunt. He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. "Can you please remove the pillow from your face." You slide your finger almost completely out pausing when it's just your finger tip left inside. Choso removes the pillow from his face and you just relish in his blood coated- blissed out expression. "Good boy." You kiss his inner thigh and pump your finger inside of him. Choso ruts into your hand trying to chase the sensations of you fingering him. "I've barley put one finger in cho-" you kiss along his hip stopping near his pelvic bone. "If you want me to put two in, you can tell me." He rapidly shakes his head agreeing with you. You don't stop working at his pussy but stop your kisses. "I need to hear it from you."

"Can You-" you bite down hard onto the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. "Ah! I-!"

"You what?" You ask him with a mouth full of his skin. You start to suck on the same spot.

"I want you to… nnnghh!!! Ahhh-" he grips on your scalp and tries to remove your mouth from his thigh. Bad move because you don't let him and end up tearing part of it off. "aHHH—!!!" Choso doesn't stop you when you lick the blood from his new wound, to you it sounds like he likes being broken by you- with the way he moans. You note that for later and move onto ravishing another spot of his flesh. "Please… hah… please put two fingers in me! Hmmmmmm- ah!" You do as he asks and then some. You slip three into his aching cunt and roughly fuck him with them. He's twitching convulsing, and writhing with pleasure because of the movements of your fingers inside of him. It isn't long before you feel the tightness of his hole clenching down around you and hot bursts of clear liquid cover the sides of your blood stained face.

You remove your fingers to lap up his liquids on both of his inner thighs and pussy. Choso pants chest heaving up and down. When your tongue slaps over his sensitive clit he lets out little sounds due to overstimulation. "Yeahhh that's right Choso… keep making those sweet sounds."

"Ah!….mmmmppphhh…ha-aaahhhnghh…." His calls quiet down into small barley coherent murmers and soon he goes completely silent, just