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smut, fem!reader
a/n: first time writing smut and lowk for a very specific character personality wise so my apologies if this is ooc!
You had fallen asleep on top of Adrian after his patrol. He liked having you there, heavy on his chest like his own personal weighted blanket. Except you were better than a weighted blanket because you were soft and smelled like your room spray and a little sweat from a good night’s sleep.
Despite how comfortable he was, he couldn’t rest tonight. His mind would not, could not, shut off. So a little after you had started successfully drooling snoozing on his chest, he wrapped a thick arm around you and attempted to stealthily roll you on your back.
The shift in position brought you out of deep sleep anyway. Fluttering your eyes open you caught a glimpse of him now sitting up in bed, tugging his shirt over his head.
“What’re you doing?” You mumbled, rubbing under your eye. You were on your back, covers skewed to the middle of your exposed thighs and your thin tank top bunched up around your hips and stomach. Adrian almost did a double-take as he turned back to you.
“Can’t sleep,” he scratched the back of his head and reached over your body to the only nightstand you guys had managed to put together before calling it quits. He fumbled around for his glasses a little, bicep hovering over your face, before settling back next to you. A woody musk and the familiar smell of your body wash wafted over you as he did so.
He propped his head up on his palm and slightly leaned his body over your laying form. Fuck he felt so big like this. Looking down at you, bicep and forearm tensed holding up his weight. His shoulders were so broad that in your squinted vision it felt like all you could see was his body. His abs and chest were being perfectly illuminated by the streetlight filtering through your crappy blinds that came with the apartment.
In your sleepy haze, you couldn’t find it in yourself to pretend you weren’t staring. Although your eyes were so heavy you wondered if they even looked like they were open. Adrian had started playing with the drawstring of your sleep shorts, his rough fingers skimming over your lower stomach every now and then, sparking goosebumps all over your body.
You tried blinking yourself out of your little spell, turning your attention to the fact that your boyfriend was wide awake at four in the morning.
“Is everything okay? Did somethin’ happen tonight?” You rasped, barely audible, but you know he heard you. You snaked your hand up his arm and behind his neck, scratching softly at his nape.
He tilted his head, effectively pinning your hand between his jaw and shoulder. He turned to talk directly into your palm, “Everything’s great, I stopped two muggings and found three assholes with overdue parking tickets just stuck to their windshields. I mean you’d think they’d hide their villainy at least a little bit from the public eye but hey, just makes my job easier y’know?,” he didn’t catch your slight grimace as his rambling created a wet patch on your palm.
“Wasn’t able to get Chris to come out with me tonight but that’s okay. Some old-school Vigilante solo-style butt-kicking is just what I needed I think,” he kissed your wrist and looked back up at your face.
You wiped your drooly palm on his chest with a quiet yuck, eyes lingering a little on the way his skin now shined in the light.
“So then what’s wrong baby?”
Adrian’s eyes flitted from your face to your chest to where he was still playing with your drawstring and then back to your face.
“Dunno, just one of those nights I guess,” something akin to self-consciousness seeped into his voice.
You furrowed your brow at him, “Okay, do you wanna go inside and watch something? We can try that new raspberry tea you brought me the other day,” your hands had moved down to his, tugging and playing with his fingers while you spoke.
He lolled his head side to side and made a small hmph before completely shifting his body to hover over yours. Your head was caged in by his forearms, his glasses now hanging dangerously low on his nose. You didn’t know if it was the sleepiness or the fact you could now smell his spearmint mouthwash but you were dizzy.
“But you’re so tired, what kind of man would I be if I made my gorgeous,” he kissed your shoulder, “sexy,” he kissed your jaw, “beautiful girlfriend get out of bed in the middle of the night?” He gave you two soft kisses on your mouth before diving in for a quick third peck as if he couldn’t get enough. “I would probably get into the Hall of Fame for Loser Boyfriends or something. Right next to those guys who still text their girl on Snapchat.”
You chuckled, the light movement grazing your lips against his. Your hands came up again to lightly scratch through the hair near his temples. Adrian looked so pleased that if he had a tail it would be wagging a mile a minute.
“What kind of woman would I be if I let my beautiful boyfriend lie awake at night?”
Adrian grinned with his teeth out. “Well I do have an idea that has been scientifically proven to help with sleep.”
You didn’t even need to ask, despite what he thought his face (and his body) were an open book that you had annotated quite thoroughly in your mind.
“Oh yeah? Scientifically proven by who?” You were struggling to keep your eyes open.
“The studies, duh?” He quirked an eyebrow up at you
“The studies? Right. You’ve been reading a lot of these ‘studies’, Casanova? All in the name of science?” You teased.
Adrian’s eyes were boring into yours, trying to figure out how into this you really were at this point. He decided to take his shot and slotted his mouth a little more intensely against yours than before.
Your arms moved to wrap around his head, practically becoming dead weight in your sleepy daze. He licked into your mouth and pressed the whole length of this body more firmly against yours. Being so tired made everything feel so good. You were on fire, completely melting in his arms. As you sucked his tongue into your mouth, you felt him growing and rubbing against your thigh.
When he pulled back both of your chests were heaving.
“Honestly I’ve been thinking about this since I noticed your nipple coming out of your shirt five minutes ago.” You looked down at your chest and your tank top had indeed moved down enough that your breast was spilling over the top. “Ugh you perv!” You lightly slapped his shoulder and pulled the fabric back up, eliciting a whine from the man above you.
You sighed and rubbed your eyes, trying to focus your bleary vision. “Honey, you know I’d love to help you out, but I’m kinda running on fumes here,” you whispered apologetically.
Adrian sat up at this, thighs bracketing one of your legs, his knee dangerously close to your core.
“Okay”
“Okay?” You asked.
“Don’t do any of the work then. I’m more than capable of finding my way around.”
He softly picked up your hands and placed them beside your head on your pillow, kissing each wrist as he did so. He loosely laced his fingers with yours against the silk and bent at the waist again, bringing his face close to yours.
“See? You won’t even have to move.” His sudden gentleness was making your breathing pick up again.
He kissed you again, warm and a little wet. He then placed featherlight kisses on your eyelids,“You won’t even have to open your eyes if you don’t want, but you do know how much it turns me on when you look at me so do with that what you will.” Your eyes fluttered back open and you slightly raised an eyebrow at his statement. Your hooded gaze made Adrian involuntarily buck his hips against yours. Noted
His eyes were shining now, chin dipping down to start kissing you along your jaw. Although soft, Adrian was loud with everything he did, and the soft smacks of his lips against your skin were warming you up from the inside out.
He continued kissing down your throat, pausing where your shoulder created a delicate curve up to your neck. After a particularly breathy exhale from you he bit down, immediately soothing the burn with a slow and heavy lick—like he was stamping it into you.
His tongue didn’t stop there. Instead of kissing down and down like you thought he would, he licked up and up until he was back in your mouth. Your neck and shoulder were a mess, and you moaned around his tongue as the air of the room hit your wet skin.
Somewhere between licking your jaw and biting your bottom lip Adrian had started grinding against the mattress between your legs. He let go of your hands and with one fluid movement moved himself up on his arms. Now he was grinding into you, his worn out pajama bottoms doing nothing to hide the size and heat of him against your core.
And that’s when the noise began.
Adrian may have been earnest in wanting to let you fall asleep as he fucked into you, but the guy had serious volume control issues.
He was panting, whining, mumbling into your mouth. And neither of your pants had come off yet.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned when your hips bucked straight onto his dick.
He pulled away from your mouth after what felt like centuries—letting out a high-pitched sound of protest even though he chose to move. That was quickly replaced by incoherent rambling as he pushed your tank top up over your chest, nipples hardening in the cool air of your bedroom.
“Jesus Christ have you always smelled like this?” He was licking the valley between your tits, taking big inhales with his nose pressed firmly on your sternum.
“I mean seriously,” his hand groped at your chest, “I could fucking eat you.”
An almost violent shiver rippled through you. You weren’t sure if it was from the way he grazed his teeth on one of your nipples while tugging the other or from the way Adrian’s voice tremored with something raw and not a little dangerous.
He didn’t stop. The kissing and the licking and the biting all continued down your body. And so did his voice as it trailed further away from your ears.
“I should do this every night…oh god…never go on patrol again,”
“Quit both our jobs and die being sexed out freaks,”
“I can’t believe I get to touch you everywhere,”
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,”
Your heavy breathing and slight whispers of Adrian had become the backing track to his delirious rambling.
He was rutting against you desperately now, continuing the motion as he shimmied himself down the bed to be face to face with your soaked sleep shorts.
Before you could even think about moving your hips up to take them off, Adrian had slid a hand under you and with barely any effort lifted your bottom half off the bed. Despite holding you up by, essentially, the palm of his hand he was steady (and extremely fast) in getting both your shorts and panties off.
He must be really craving it tonight, as he didn’t even make a show of taking a big whiff of your underwear and commenting on whatever color you had chosen that day.
His arms locked themselves around your thighs, broad shoulders keeping you open just enough to feel a delicious tingle in your legs. One of his hands slid up to grope and pull at your tits.
Without any of his usual attempts at a joke about getting to see “Her Majesty” again (a nickname he had given your vagina your second time sleeping together, making you laugh so hard you bucked your pelvis straight into his glasses) he laid his tongue flat against your slit and moved in one slow lick up to your clit.
The reaction from both of you was immediate. Your head thrashed to the side as a loud Oh! left your mouth. And Adrian moaned so hard at the taste of you his voice broke at the end of the lewd sound.
Adrian had pretty much two tried and true methods when it came to eating you out. His most common approach was a messy makeout with your pussy that left your sheets drenched and his glasses fogged up. But today he only gave you a few heavy licks up your cunt before latching onto your clit. Sucking and sucking and licking your clit in his mouth until your bottom half was uncontrollably heaving on and off the mattress.
It was like your body was trying to run, but if you could help it you would keep him down there forever. Adrian was good at giving head. To you. He had confessed that he had refused to do it in his few sexual experiences before you. He had deemed it an unnecessary step and an 'unrewarding health risk'. Then he went down on you in the backseat of the Sebring on your second date and well…something clicked in his jumbled brain.
You were melting, hips moving up and down against his face as your hands twisted the sheets around you.
Adrian had closed his eyes but you were giving him plenty of audio cues as to how good he was making you feel. With every breathy uh huh uh huh that came out of you, Adrian moaned out his own mm mm mhm against your cunt.
Just out of your line of sight, Adrian was still humping the mattress. It was bordering violence the way his hips were slamming against the plush of your bed.
The rhythm of his fucking into the bed and his thick fingers tweaking your nipple all on top of the ruthless attention he was giving your clit left you no match to the tightening coil in your lower stomach.
With a violent arch upward and a sharp cry you came undone all over Adrian’s face. You squirmed so hard against him that you think he hit his nose hard against your mound. You could check in with him later, the static at the edge of your vision made it hard to care about anything at the moment.
Adrian separated himself from your pussy with an extremely lewd and wet smack! You immediately whined at the loss of contact, body practically shivering with need and exhaustion.
“I know, I know—I’m sorry I’m sorry baby but please I have to put it in I have to please,” Adrian was all but whimpering. Back in your face again, he swiped at the sweat on your temple and held your jaw (a little tightly) in his hand.
“I almost came in my fucking pants like the first time like some fucking teenager please I need to go inside now please baby you’ll let me right? Not too tired yet? Give me a little more?”
Your breaths were mixing in the balmy air of the room as he pulled his flushed cock out of his pants without waiting for an answer. You were so tired and so fucked out already that all you could really muster anyway was wrapping your legs around his waist and beckoning him flush to your core.
When his leaking cock made contact with the folds of your pussy he let out a groan so guttural you thought he had come then and there. But Adrian was still willing himself to stay strong as he now murmured into your cheek, “Thank you—thank you baby…fuck. You’re my favorite person in the world. I can’t get you out of my head and—shit—”
He started to lift his torso up so he could get a good look at the two of you and slip himself in slow, but you were quick to grab at the back of his neck, keeping him in your space.
“Stay,” you mumbled, eyes half-open yet pleading. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaving him no chance to move away.
Adrian looked at your face and bit his lip to keep himself together. “Okay I’ll stay. Of course I’ll stay. Anything you want, anything you want baby I’ll do it. I’ll fucking kill for you,” he grabbed the base of his cock and slid it into you with one smooth movement, “fuck me— I’ll fucking die for you.” And with that Adrian dropped his face into your neck and started thrusting in and out of you.
It was relatively slow compared to his usual pace, but in your molten lava state it was exactly what you wanted. Even if you knew Adrian was only doing it so he wouldn’t come undone after two pumps.
There didn’t seem to be a single inch of skin between you that wasn’t touching. You were struggling to stay awake at this point, and the haziness made everything feel even more intimate and sexy than it already was.
Adrian was on his forearms. One arm curled around your shoulder while the other moved until the pads of his fingers were circling your clit. You weren’t expecting him to still be so keyed into your pleasure, and the contact between his rough fingers and your already abused bud had you coming almost immediately.
Everything went white as Adrian grunted and bit into your neck, trying to let you ride through it without letting go of himself just yet.
You slowly came down from your high, bare chest heaving against his. He had now moved his arm back up and was clinging to you desperately. He had started going a little faster, for his sake now.
Even two orgasms in, even at the ass-crack of morning, even when your brain was screaming at you to just knock out, you wanted to make sure your man got what he earned for the night.
With a slight turn of your head, you slowly licked a line up the shell of Adrian’s ear and completely tipped him over the edge.
He stopped moving entirely, completely sheathed in you, and then his entire body gave one involuntary shiver. His breathing had changed into quick, whiny pants against your shoulder as he came undone in hot ropes inside you.
He stilled, forehead pressed down on the pillow above your shoulder while his mouth moved against your skin, incoherently talking himself through his high.
Only when he lifted his head to check on you did he realize the grip of your legs and arms had loosened around him. Your eyes were closed and your mouth parted as you breathed slowly and deeply. A small pleased sound came out of him as he smiled down at you.
He thought about waking you up to go shower or at least change the sheets, but he figured it was only a few hours until morning anyway.
He untangled himself from your hold and tried not to stare too hard at your sweaty and naked body before he had another problem to take care of. Picking up the shirt he had tossed earlier he cleaned you up slowly. He put on a fresh pair of boxers and decided to get a pair for you too. He slid them up your legs, your body so warm and pliant and—Okay he needed to focus on moving your tank top down and getting you under a blanket.
When he decided you both were settled he kissed your cheek a couple times before throwing his arm around your waist and snuggling his head into your pillow.
quite a bit horny: can we pretend i’m an elven prince and the necromancer’s curse turns me into a demon on the full moon and the only way to cure me is to have my Womb filled by a chivalrous knight . and can you make sure you say soem shit like ‘forsooth’ and ‘by my honor’ and stuff. mngh
hornier than anyone has ever been: i need to kiss someone and get married
content. 18+. roommate au. dick grayson x reader. multiple orgasms. neeedyyyy dick. very needy.
roommate!dick who has been sick for four days and is absolutely insufferable about it.
he knocks on your door at midnight, hair a mess, hoodie three sizes too big, looking genuinely pathetic. “can you just lay with me,” he says. “i don’t feel good.”
“dick i’ll get sick.”
“please.” and he does the eyes. he knows about the eyes.
you sigh and follow him to his room and he pulls you in immediately, face finding your neck, arms around your waist, murmuring something about how warm you are and how nice you smell and how he’s been so miserable and you’re patting his back like he’s a large sick dog which is essentially what he is.
except then his hips shift against your thigh.
“dick.”
“sorry.” he doesn’t move.
“richard.”
“i’ve been sick for four days,” he says into your neck. “i’m so touch starved. you’re so warm. i can’t help it.”
and he starts pressing kisses to the curve of your neck, slow and lazy, murmuring about how salty your skin tastes, how you smell like your shea butter cream, humming against your throat like a man who is running entirely on desperation and god knows what else.
his hips rolling against your thigh, slow and mindless, and you feel it then. all of it. heavy and insistent and very very persistent.
you pull back and look at him.
“dick,” you say carefully. “how long have you been like this.”
“days,” he says miserably. “i’ve tried to— it’s not enough—”
“okay.” you sigh. reach down. tug at his waistband enough to get your hand around him and he makes a sound like you’ve saved his life.
“oh my god,” he breathes. “oh my god please please please don’t stop. please cure me—”
“i’m not curing you—”
“you are. you are. please.” he’s babbling, completely gone, face pressing into your chest, pawing at your tank top with shaky hands. “please i just— i need— please—”
you let him get the tank top. it’s fine. it’s whatever. and he latches on with an enthusiasm that would be flattering under different circumstances, rutting into your hand, making these wrecked desperate sounds that you’re going to need to never think about again.
“you taste so good,” he mumbles against your skin. “god i needed this—”
he comes all over your hand and the sheets and makes a sound like he’s been saved.
then you notice he’s still hard.
you stare at him.
he stares at you.
you look at the nightstand. at the little orange pill bottle. you pick it up.
it is not painkillers.
“dick.”
“i was sick,” he says. “i wasn’t reading properly. the pharmacist — it looked the same—”
“you have been taking viagra,” you say. “instead of painkillers.”
“it was an honest mistake—”
“you’re a dumb sick horny idiot.”
“yes,” he agrees immediately. “please help me.” he smiles giddily.
you stare at him for a long moment and swat his arm to which he huffs. and then you sigh the sigh of a very patient person and tug off his hoodie and the rest of your clothes and he looks at you with the eyes of a man who has never been more grateful for anything in his entire life.
you settle on top of him and tell him to sit up and he does, gripping your hips, groaning his head back as you take him in, and it’s— okay it’s good actually. really good. you’ve had a week. you deserve this.
you ride him until you come and he flips you over immediately, hooking your leg over his shoulder, thrusting deep and hitting that spot and you’re clenching around him and he’s getting close again and he opens his mouth—
“can i—”
you stare at him.
he does it anyway.
you feel it and your mouth drops open. “dick—”
“you’re on birth control,” he says immediately, slightly out of breath. “i’ve seen it on the bathroom counter. and it’s not like this is the first time we’ve—”
“a warning,” you say. “would have been nice.”
“i was going to ask—”
“you did not finish asking—”
“i started to ask,” he says. “that has to count for something.”
you stare at him. he looks back at you with the expression of a man who knows he is not entirely in the wrong and is absolutely going to use that.
and then he flips you over.
you make a sound of protest that neither of you takes seriously. he pushes back in and sets a pace that makes your brain go a little fuzzy and you grab the headboard and decide this is fine. this is completely fine.
somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware that you’re going to be sick in approximately two days. you can already feel it. the slight scratch at the back of your throat, the way his feverish skin has been pressed against yours for the last hour. you’re going to be completely miserable.
you decide to think about that later. right now you have more pressing things to attend to. literally. dick is pressing into you from behind.
dick grayson owes you so much soup and a foot rub.
Pairing: Adrian Chase (Vigilante) x F!Reader ++ WC/Rating: 4.9k / E
Summary: Practicing rope escapes by yourself was not your smartest decision. Trapped, you call on Adrian to help you out.
Warnings: Stuck trope, mild dubcon, rope bondage, situational humiliation, body worship, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), vaginal sex, degradation, dirty talk, creampie, Adrian calls your vagina "she", Adrian stays in the suit
A/N: I saw a bondage photo and then this idea incepted into my brain and demanded to be written. I have no good explanation for it otherwise<3 consider it a kinktober offering if you will lol. Also Adrian calls reader "Buttercup" bc I think it’s cute & that's my favorite powerpuff girl
This situation is truly cartoonish. If you had cameras set up in your house you would be playing them back just to see the ridiculous way you had fallen into this position. You're sure it would look just as stupid as you feel right now, but at least you might be able to laugh at it. Instead you're stuck, bent over the couch with your arms and legs bound.
You can't get out of this. You've been trying for the past twenty minutes to no avail. If anything, your bonds only feel tighter. Stupid. This is exactly why no one practices rope escapes alone. At least you've managed to stave off a panic attack – that's a small win.
Your cell phone is tucked into the little side pocket on your leggings. As much as you wanted to avoid this, you can't take it any longer. It's either call for help or somehow hobble to the kitchen, get a knife, and try not to injure yourself further. You'd rather take the hit to your pride than sharp steel to your arteries.
Muscles pull and scream at you as you contort your body and manage you grab your phone by your fingertips. There's a moment where you nearly drop it and your stomach swoops with fear, but you manage to keep hold. From there you crane your neck, squashing uncomfortably into the cushion below in order to see your phone screen.
You mentally run through your options of who to call. It's late, which means Leota is probably asleep and Harcourt is likely at a bar. John is definitely awake but he started some new mmorpg recently and won't be aware enough of the real world to answer your call. There's a real 50/50 shot if Peacemaker is awake and even then, you don't want to hear his unfunny jokes about this for the next six months. That leaves you with one option, which is thankfully at the top of your scant contacts list. Adrian.
Vigilante is always awake at this time of night – either working a closing shift at Fennel Fields or out prowling the streets. You don't think he sleeps very much.
There's a certain level of mortification at calling the team's resident wild card for this, but in that way he's also the perfect person. With all that Adrian gets up to he may not even question this. You know Chris has certainly called on him for stranger. Calling him for this will be fine.
You manage to hit the call button and put him on speaker. Before you can even start to worry, Adrian answers the phone. Relief floods through you. Already one step closer to freedom.
"Hey, do you know the name of those trees that smell like cum in the spring?" Adrian asks as way of greeting.
Used to fielding random questions from him, you don't miss a beat. "Bradford pears. They attract pollinators that way."
"I knew I should have asked you sooner! You're so smart, Buttercup."
Your body flushes with embarrassment. Smart is the last thing you feel right now.
"Ade? I need you to come over and help me with something," you say before he can start asking follow-up questions.
"Yeah, okay. What do you need help with?"
Your throat gets tight. You want to say it; you should, given that he's going to come over and see your predicament anyway. Shame and something else stops the words from forming.
"You'll uh, you'll see when you get here. Just hurry please?"
"That's so cryptic. I hope you're not being held captive and being used to lure me in or something. Be there in five!" If only he knew how uncomfortably close his guess was.
The next five minutes are the longest in your life. You adjust yourself as much as you can, trying to make yourself comfortable alongside some last minute escape attempts. Maybe you'll manage a miraculous escape on your own and you can pretend like you need help hanging a shelf or something.
You don't.
In fact, you feel the rope dig into your wrists further, sure to leave some kind of mark behind. Now you'll be left with a reminder and something to hide for a week. At this point you'd rather die than have anyone else on the team find out about this. Hopefully you can bribe Adrian with something so that he'll never bring this up to anyone else.
Your back door creaks open, accompanied by the stomp of heavy boots. He's been out running around as Vigilante tonight. You ignore the flutter that erupts in your core.
"You should really lock your door. You never know who is going to- Woah!" Adrian's safety tips are brought to an abrupt halt as he walks further into your home and finds you in the living room.
The familiar sound of his sword unsheathing fills the air. "I was right!? Who's here? Where are they hiding?"
You can't actually see him from your current position, but you imagine Adrian twirling around defensively with his sword raised, looking for imaginary bad guys. You would laugh if the full reality of your situation wasn't settling in.
You're draped over the arm of your couch, legs and arms bound together. Your face is planted into the couch cushion, with your ass fully in the air and on display. This seemed like a great option while trying to disentangle yourself and you're now deeply regretting that choice. What is this going to look like once you tell him the truth? The thought of playing along with his assumption does pass your mind, but the potential fallout from that would be so much worse. Honesty it is.
"Adrian, Ade," you call, "There's no one here. No one tied me up."
You hear the sword slowly slide back into its sheath. Your vision suddenly fills with Adrian’s legs and then his face as he crouches next to the sofa.
He pulls his mask off, revealing tousled curls, bright green eyes, and a wide smile. He's quick to pull out his glasses and push them up his nose. "How did you get like this then?"
You close your eyes and shove your face into the couch. You can't do this. What is he going to think of you? You've spent weeks gaining his trust in your abilities, getting him to like you, and this is going to send it all crashing down. He only let you see his face a month ago.
"I did it to myself," you mumble into the polyester and foam.
"I didn't quite catch that," he says. There’s no teasing in his voice, which makes you feel nominally better.
"I did it to myself," you repeat more clearly. You still can't bare to look at him just yet.
Full body laughter rings out through the air, dousing your nervous system with white hot humiliation. You know Adrian well enough to know he isn't trying to be mean, but logic is having difficulty winning over emotion right now. You can't imagine he would ever end up in this situation. For all the awkwardness he possesses, he's extremely competent when it comes to his work as Vigilante.
Adrian’s hand suddenly lands on your shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. "Why would you- why did you do that?" He asks between guffaws. "Were you trying to prank me?"
His laughter abruptly ends, allowing you to answer. "No. I was practicing rope escapes but I fucked it up and now I'm stuck."
You risk a peek back over at Adrian. He seems to be deliberating this, looking you over and really taking it all in. Your heart is thudding in your chest.
"And you want me to help you?" He sounds shocked – like he can't believe that you would have called him to help. You don't need to walk him through your full thought process, but when it comes down to it, you do trust him the most to help you and not hold it over you. He might even want to hang out and watch a movie after you're untied.
"You were the first person I called."
His hand falls from your shoulder as he stands. You catch a glimpse of a serious expression falling over his features before he's back out of your line of sight.
You wish he'd say something more. Usually it's hard to get him to quiet down – thoughts falling from his mouth as soon as they enter his head. Whatever he's considering right now, he's making the choice to keep it to himself. There's no telling what he might do next.
A finger slips along the rope around your ankles, not working to loosen yet, but to instead inspect. You hope he's mapping out the knots and figuring out the easiest way to untangle the mess you created. Those thoughts flit out of your mind as you feel the heat of Adrian’s breath through your thin leggings. He's so close.
You hear the shuffle of boots and wait with anticipation as he starts examining the ties around your wrists. You feel like you might start melting from the inside out, waiting on bated breath for him to say something.
"If you had been trying to tie yourself up, I'd be really impressed. I don't know how you managed these behind your back," he comments.
"I don't know either," you admit. Obviously you wouldn't be laid out like this if you did.
Adrian leans forward, trying to get a better look at one of the knots. He makes no consideration to your current positions and ends up pushing his crotch directly into yours. Your leggings do almost nothing to dull the sensation. An embarrassingly needy moan takes you by surprise and slips past your lips, entirely unbidden. You both freeze.
Part of you hopes he didn't hear it. That somehow he'll just shrug his shoulders and go back to looking at the knots, figuring out how to best release you. As is par for the course today, you are not that lucky.
Adrian presses into you again, pulling out another moan. You start to scream at yourself internally. What the fuck is wrong with you? It hasn't been that long since your last hookup – three months, four, no, six – okay it has been a while but there's no reason to start acting like an animal in heat. It doesn't matter if you like his doofy smiles or the soft curves of his muscles. This isn't professional or appropriate.
Another press. Another moan. Christ, did he find some magic button that forces these out of you? Or is it something else that you've hardly let yourself consider?
"You didn't have to do all this if you just wanted me to fuck you, Buttercup," Adrian says, palming at your ass. The implications of that statement make your head spin. Is that something he's considered? And why are you getting wetter at the idea?
"I didn't- I wasn't-" Your protests are swallowed by another moan. Based on what you're feeling through the layers, you don't think Adrian is wearing any kind of cup.
"Okay yeah, you just happened to get tangled up in some ropes and call me for help," Adrian says sarcastically. "That's only the start of a million different porn videos."
He isn't wrong. This is exactly like some fucked up porn fantasy and yet here you are, genuinely caught and enjoying your current position despite the embarrassment.
You try to look back at Adrian. It’s tricky, but you manage to catch his eye. "I really didn't plan this, Ade. I need your help."
You watch Adrian’s disbelief fade with the sincerity of your words. Thank god. You thought you'd need to do a lot more convincing. He's usually an immovable force when he's made up his mind about something, no matter how ludicrous or untrue his determination is.
Adrian presses into you again and like a fucked up call and response, you moan once more. It feels good, but it's not enough. You're entirely caught between telling him to stop or telling him to continue. You don't know which is better or worse.
You watch as Adrian’s gloves fall to the floor beside the couch. Before you can ask what he's doing, you feel his fingers dip under your waistband. He gently starts pulling your leggings down until they're bunched around your knees. The cold air makes the damp spot at the center of your panties apparent. You hear his knees hit the floor as he kneels at your altar.
You don't know what to do. Your bonds are just as tight as they were when Adrian arrived, preventing you from doing anything to stop him. Is that even what you want?
"Ade, what-?"
"I just want to look. You don't mind, right? That's why you were moaning like that?"
You flush at the thought of the noises you were making moments ago. All of this is so unlike you. You're no prude but the way your body is reacting is almost foreign to you. Further thoughts are stopped as Adrian slowly presses at the center of your panties with a careful finger. There's no responding moan this time, but you both can feel the way your pussy flutters.
"Just a little peek, Buttercup."
"Adrian, please," you groan, unsure of what you're begging for.
You feel his hands at your waist again as this time he slips your panties down your legs. A new bevy of thoughts race through your mind. Does he like this? Does he like you? You've caught him staring at your tits a few times so you know he finds you at least somewhat attractive, but he stares at Peacemaker's muscles just as much so it's hard to know for certain. Does he think you're weird for obviously being into this? Are you weird for being into this? So much is happening so quickly that it's hard to keep up but as his hands glide back up the outside of your thighs, you know that you don't want him to stop.
His hands rest on your ass, kneading and then spreading your cheeks apart. You were already on display, but now you're really exposed. His gaze feels heavy. You're glad he can't see your face right now.
"Fuck, she's so pretty. I should have known because all of you is pretty," Adrian says and all rational thought pours out of your head. He can do whatever he wants so long as he keeps touching you and talking to you like that.
"I know I said I just wanted to look, but I-" he interrupts himself as he spreads the lips of your pussy apart. You clench down on nothing but the idea that he might go further.
His finger traces your entrance, dipping only his fingertip in before dragging it over your clit. You cry out from the sudden pressure, pleasure seeping into your veins. The ropes burn against your skin but you find that the pain has already dulled.
"You're so responsive," Adrian marvels, repeating the same motion.
You use what little movement you're capable of and push yourself backwards, making his finger slide deeper when he goes to do it a third time. Adrian’s groan mixes with your own.
"Can I- can I keep going?" His voice sounds about as broken as you feel.
You nod before realizing he can't see your head from this position. "Yes. Keep going, Ade."
It's all the encouragement he needs. He starts to finger you in earnest, not waiting long before sliding in a second. You can tell he's still staring just as intently, watching the way your cunt greedily accepts the pleasure he's giving you. He's stretching you out – scissoring slowly to where you aren't sure if it's for your benefit or his.
"She's drooling for me." The reverence in his voice eliminates any lingering shame. You're going to have to do a lot of self-reflection after this but for now you're happy to give in.
You didn't know you could feel this good. In an incredibly short amount of time Adrian has already learned your body in ways that past partners have taken months to. His fingers are thick, two doing the job that usually requires three of your own. He seems to know exactly when extra stimulation is needed or when to slow down. If you weren't feeling so pent up, you might be content to let him edge you for as long as he wanted.
"Please, Adrian. Fuck- I need to-" You don't try to hide the desperation in your voice.
"I got you, Buttercup."
True to his word, he doesn't make you wait. He finds the perfect rhythm, his thumb gliding over your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You're coming around his fingers in less than a minute.
Your moan of absolute pleasure becomes a small scream as his mouth replaces his fingers – intensifying the wave you were already riding. You attempt to reach for him in vain, arms unable to reach and his hands clamping around your legs to keep you from kicking backwards at him. Nonsensical babble is all that manages to fall from your lips.
The peak of your first orgasm wanes, but you can feel a second rapidly building. Adrian is eating you out like a man possessed. His tongue is everywhere. He hums into your pussy, clearly enjoying himself as he works to clean up the mess he helped create. You don't feel like you're getting any cleaner.
Adrian pulls your hips, pressing you close enough to feel his glasses frames pressing into your flesh. All you can do is squirm and moan. You wish you could touch him but the ropes are just as unforgiving as they were moments ago. Your feet lamely press against his stomach, entirely ineffectual.
His thumb finds your clit once again as his tongue pushes into you, making your second orgasm overwhelm your senses. If it weren’t for the broken way in which you cry out, he might have kept going.
As you come back down to earth, you feel the ropes around your ankles fall away. You kick your legs, grateful to have regained full motion. All things considered, they could be feeling far worse than the bit of stiffness that remains.
Adrian pops back into your line of sight. He brushes your hair out of your face and wipes away a track of tears. You hadn't even realized you'd been crying.
"Are you okay? Was that too much?" he asks. You could sob. What the fuck is going on? You're not really sure how to handle a sweet, caring Adrian that gives you mind-blowing orgasms. Especially not when all you expected was for him to release your bonds and maybe hang out for a while.
You shake your head no. Words are a struggle to find, but you manage. "No you were- that was phenomenal Adrian." He beams at you and you think his smile might be brighter than the sun.
"Do you want me to release your arms?"
You take stock of your body. For the most part, you feel incredible. Some of the strain you were feeling as been relieved with the release of your legs. Your arms ache from the position they're in, but they don't truly hurt. The position you're in is certainly awkward, but your body has grown mostly accustomed to your prone position.
"Can you grab that pillow?" You ask, looking to other end of the couch. Adrian grabs it quickly and tucks it under your head when you lift yourself up. You smile at him. "Perfect."
Adrian beams again and then disappears behind you. His fingers easily glide back inside your cunt.
"You feel so fucking good, Buttercup. You're like my own mini slip and slide." You'd take offense to that comparison if it weren't for the punched out way in which Adrian says it. It's harder to be mad when he really means it.
With the additional support from the pillow, you're able to look behind you without contorting your body into a painful position. The view you finally get to see is nothing short of beautiful. Adrian stands in his entire Vigilante suit, sans mask and gloves. If anyone else saw this, you can only imagine what they might say. The general public would likely be shocked, but your team would be shocked and appalled. Chris couldn't say much without being a hypocrite but that wouldn't stop him. Adrian swears as you clench around his fingers once more.
His cheeks are flushed a violent shade of red, curls hanging slightly more limp as he sweats. His eyes don't leave your pussy. It's like he's entranced by it – fascinated with how readily your body accepts and accommodates him.
His fingers reach the soft spot deep within you, causing your eyes to snap shut with pleasure. You pull at your binds, unable to do little more than squeeze your hand into a fist. The rope burns a little, but it's certainly not outweighing what Adrian is giving you.
You don't hear the zip or shuffle of Adrian’s pants. His pace doesn't falter as he exposes himself and takes his dick hand. Even if you were looking, you wouldn't quite be able to see how stiff he is or the smear of precum at the tip. He removes his hand from you, using your slick to ease the friction as he tugs at his cock. You whine at the loss.
Adrian shushes you gently, kicking your legs to be further apart. "It’s okay, I'm going to take care of you."
You're expecting the wet heat of his mouth to press against you again. Based on his prior enjoyment, you figure it only makes sense that he'd go in for seconds. Instead your body jolts as Adrian's dick taps against your cunt. The noise it makes is obscene, letting you know exactly how wet you are at this moment. You're really going to need to do that self-reflection later.
Adrian presses himself against you, gliding between your lips with ease. His moans fill the air. You wish you could bottle them and listen to them on repeat later. Before your thoughts can wander too far about the prospect of recording audio or video for later, you're brought back into the moment by the pressure of Adrian’s cock starting to press into you.
"Ade. We don't have a condom," you blurt out. How you even have the presence of mind to think about protection is a mystery. Some small remaining nerves bubbling up and out. The pressure doesn't dissipate.
"Don't worry, Buttercup. Just let me‐ I just want to put the tip in. That's okay, right? Want to feel the way you clench around it." His voice is so needy and sweet, you don't think you could deny him even if you truly wanted to.
You whine, unable to do anything other than take what Adrian gives you. You're powerless to stop him with your hands still bound. His spongy head pushes gently at your entrance. You do exactly as he wants – clenching involuntarily at the intrusion.
"Feel how greedy she is?" Adrian asks as he gently rocks his hips. You already feel empty when he slips out of you. "I can't leave her like this, Buttercup. She's pulling me in."
Adrian’s hips thrust a little harder, pushing the head of his cock back inside you. "What do you think? I don't want to be cruel."
He repeats the motion a few more times, turning you into a mewling mess beneath him. Even with the little bit he's given, you can feel exactly how thick he is. You tremble thinking about how this would feel if he hadn’t taken his time to stretch you out on his fingers.
Adrian pushes himself all the way inside you with a sharp snap of his hips. You get knocked forward from the sudden force, pulled back onto his cock as he guides your hips with his hands. You moan loudly, echoing the noises that got all of this started.
"Fuuuck. I'm sorry, Buttercup. I had- I had to. Shit. She felt so good on my fingers, I couldn't help myself. I had to know what this would feel like."
Adrian gives a couple slow experimental rolls of his hips, gauging what might make you moan and squeal the loudest. You can already feel more tears pricking at your eyes before he even finds his rhythm and starts thrusting.
There aren't any words left in your head to respond with. The squelch of your cunt says enough. All you know is the stretch of him inside you and the slight burn of the rope at your wrists. Everything else is inconsequential.
Adrian can't stop babbling. "Never felt a pussy this good before. You're fucking phenomenal, taking me so well. Can't believe you were all tied up for me like a perfect slutty present when I got here. Fuuck- I thought I was hallucinating. So good for me, letting me fuck this messy little pussy."
You've never felt like this before. You can think of nothing other than how Adrian feels, filling you up completely and without any hesitation. At some point he grabs hold of the ropes at your wrist, using them for leverage and somehow allowing him to sink deeper. The sound you make in response is one you've never produced before, begging him to keep going. His stream of compliments, encouragements, and filth floats past your ears – every other word actually managing to stick.
His hand wraps around to your front, fingers finding your clit, encouraging you to come again. It doesn't take much more. You're already sensitive from the first two and the drag of his cock filling you is exactly what you need.
As you come down from this high, there's a click and a slight tug and then your arms are falling to your sides. You look back to see Adrian tucking one of his knives back into one of his pockets. The ropes that your wrists had been caught up in lay in pieces over your back. Before you can say or do anything more than stare, still gasping for air, Adrian flips you around and pulls.
His arm wraps around your side, hauling your body up to properly meet his with ease. You sit precariously on the arm of the couch. Your arms are aching from being trapped so long but you force them to move – wrapping around Adrian’s shoulders to find stability. He pushes back inside you, hips now moving to reach his own end. One of your hands finds his hair and tugs on his curls.
You're finally able to look him in the eyes. They're glassy and his pupils are entirely blown out. He can't hold your stare, constantly distracted to look at the way he slides in and out of you. Your breaths mingle, lips brushing past each other but not quite kissing. You can tell he's close – the lack of a monologue making it obvious.
"Come for me, Adrian," you whisper. As if on command, his rhythm begins to stutter. You wrap your legs around him to keep him in place, ensuring that he spills inside you and nowhere else, concerns about protection long forgotten. Your lips gently meet his, marking your first kiss as Adrian fills you up. His religious use of chapstick has made his lips soft and his tongue slowly explores your mouth.
After a couple slow, lazy kisses he pulls out of you. You wince slightly, your cunt already wanting him to stretch you again. Adrian’s sweaty forehead presses against your own as he looks down where your bodies were joined. He groans as he notices his cum dripping out of you.
"Please don't tell me this is a dream," he murmurs. "And don't wake me up if it is."
You catch his lips with yours again, trying to impress upon him just how real this is. "Thank you," you say.
His face screws up, looking at you with confusion. It's incredibly endearing. "For what?"
You can't help but laugh before answering, "Everything? But mostly for helping me with the ropes. And the multiple orgasms." You watch Adrian’s face and neck flush red, as though he didn't just fuck you within an inch of your life.
"You never have to thank me for that, Buttercup. I'd give you orgasms all the time if I could."
You knock against his chestplate. "What do you say we go clean up?"
Adrian looks around the room. "I mean sure, but your living room isn't very messy. The rope won't take very long to pick up and-"
You cover his mouth with your hand. "I meant us Ade, taking a shower?"
His eyes widen and light with understanding. Now on the same page, he's thrilled by the prospect. You pull your hand away in surprise after Adrian's tongue darts against your palm.
"Gross!"
Adrian laughs. "You're literally full of my semen right now. How is licking your hand is gross?"
Jesus. You're going to have to get used to his bluntness quickly if you don't want to burn with embarrassment every time he says something like that so plainly. "It just is, Ade."
"Okay, Buttercup. Whatever you say." He's looking at you like you're the crazy one. Then again, you did get yourself trapped in rope and let your savior fuck you, so maybe you're both the crazy ones.
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gaz has a bad habit of slipping his thumb back there when he’s got you face down, ass up.
tells you it’s for leverage when you hiss and kick a foot back; dry, rough hand smoothing down your arched back, as if to soothe a vexed pet. and it doesn’t even hurt much anyway, does it pretty? not when he’s making room for himself in your little cunt, slamming in you all sloppy and hard. or when he shines that bright, pearl-toothed smile after you throw a look over your shoulder. all you need is some extra attention, yeah? quick slaps to your clit, or those tits grabbed and groped like they deserve. anything that’ll loosen you up, get you nice and pliant, docile, obedient, dumb with your impending orgasm.
maybe then you won’t have the mind to throw a big fuss when he breaches your virgin asshole. sinks into it, makes you take him, dry, up to the knuckle. just to test the waters, see how much you can do yourself before he spits to aid the pursuit. it’s clear you aren’t ready for him yet, no matter how eager you sound whining and whimpering into your pillow. but it’s why he does what he does.
your body is responsive in that special sort of way. so yielding to his desires. gaz is so sure that if he keeps pushing it, pushing you, just like this — slowly working his way up one more finger. then two. then three — then you’ll be ready to seat yourself on his cock. will jump at the opportunity to, even. spread yourself wide and sink down to the base in one go, like the greedy ass slut he knows you could be.
i think bsf!tim would love grinding his tip against your clit until both of you are soaked (♡⸃ ◡ ⸂♡)
he’d have you lie on your back, guiding the flush pink of his glistening tip through your folds with an agonizing slowness, smearing pre-cum against your slick. every firm nudge against your puffy clit has both of you whimpering.
“fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he mutters, voice wrecked as he catches on your clenching entrance for the umpteenth time.
“j-just the tip, okay? i promise. i just need to feel you for a second.”
famous last words.
because the second your tight heat takes the first few inches of the head of his cock, his abs flex, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as a pathetic moan escapes him.
“i-i’m sorry—“ and he slides all the way in in one go until he’s buried to the hilt inside you, pelvis pressed firm against your clit. “shit, i’m sorry— i didn’t mean— you just feel so good.”
he doesn’t immediately start fucking you hard, just starts off with slow grinds. enough to make you claw at his shoulders and beg for him to go deeper <3
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He'll have you sit on his lap naked, just so you'll get his jeans dirty. Something about it really makes his cock throb.
Or, he'll fuck you on his fingers while wearing his favourite pair of gloves before a mission, just so he has something to lick and smell when he gets lonely—and you do get a helluva fucking when your scent wears off his gloves sooner than usual. As if you can control that.
After one too many punishments for that though, you pushed him down and sat on his face while he wore his balaclava. Practically waterboarding the bloke with your arousal. Simon always loved when you were just as perverted as he was.
The thing that turns you on disgusts you the most? You'll be bent over in your kitchen, garden, laundry; and Simon'll come up behind you, shove his fingers in you before pulling them out before you can properly register what he's doing, walking off and sucking his fingers with a pleased hum.
You've scolded him for it countless times, yet the pervert doesn't care. Smiling at you in a way that from any other man? It would make your stomach twist in disgust. But from Simon? You can't get enough.
And yes, he is in fact the type of guy to pull your asscheeks apart so he can lick his thumb and press it against the spasming ring of muscle,
"If she keeps winking at me like this, I'll have to fuck her too." Growled in your ear while you whine in disgust, as if you don't have a pretty little collection of plugs in the back of your dresser already.
You and Simon just loved pretending like you were being corrupted by him.
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You’d been with the 141 long enough that the team felt like home—Price’s cigars, Soap’s endless jokes, Gaz’s easy laugh, and Ghost… well, Ghost was Ghost. Silent, broad-shouldered, always layered in black long sleeves and that damn mask. You’d never seen an inch of skin. Not once.
Well, until today.
You’d caught him in the gym, sleeves pushed up while he wiped down equipment. And oh God—Ink. A full sleeve on his left arm—dark, intricate, covered from wrist to bicep—maybe even higher— in sharp lines and shadows. Skulls, barbed wire, something that looked like a grim reaper. It suited him perfectly, and the sight hit you low in the gut.
You couldn’t stop staring. When he noticed, he tilted his head, that masked stare pinning you.
“Something wrong, love?”
You swallowed. “Your arm. I didn’t know you had any tattoos. They’re… really fucking cool.”
Ghost paused. “You want a closer look?” His voice dropped, low and rough, a warning but.. you didn’t catch it. “Might not be able to unsee it.”
You nodded without hesitation. “Yeah. I want to see.”
You not catching that warning was more blessing than curse— now you’re in his quarters, door locked, the only light a sad lamp casting shadows across the room. Your back is pressed to his chest, legs spread over his thighs as he fucks up into you from behind—slow, deep, relentless. The thick, tattooed arm hooked around you, and he’s got three fingers shoved deep in your mouth, stretching your lips, pressing down on your tongue, keeping you quiet.
You can see every inch of the ink.
The sleeve is even more detailed up close—black and gray, textured, the designs shifting with every flex of his forearm as he works his fingers in and out of your mouth in time with his cock. Saliva slicks his fingers, dripping down your chin, but you don’t care. You moan around them, eyes locked on the tattoos, on the way his muscles move, on how hot the contrast is between the deadly ink and the way he’s using that hand to keep you quiet and full.
“Fuckin’ asked if you were sure..” he growls against your ear, accent thick, breath hot through the mask he won’t remove. “Now look at you. Mouth stuffed with my fingers, cunt clenching every time you see somethin’ new. Dirty girl.”
He thrusts harder, hips snapping up, the wet sounds were obscene. His tattooed arm stays exactly where you can see it—fingers hooked in your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip as he makes you take them deeper. You gag softly and he chuckles, low and dark, never slowing.
“That’s it. Keep your eyes on it while I ruin you.”
Your hands grip his forearm, fingers tracing the lines of the tattoos as your orgasm builds fast and sharp. Ghost doesn’t let up—he fucks you through it, fingers muffling your cries, the full sleeve on display just for you like he promised.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, strings of spit connecting them to your lips, he drags the wet digits down your throat, over your chest, and presses the tattooed palm flat against your stomach so you can feel every inch of him still buried inside.
“Next time..” he murmurs, voice wrecked, “you’ll trace every line while I’m balls deep. Yeah?”
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A/N: ….I’ve been going feral since the sleeve reveal guys..
🍓Couldn’t get sending Harumasa nudes out of my head and then I saw @mini-ism post about Caesar going through Livhters phone and had Jimmy Neutron Brain blast. (My moots are so awesome and talented and everyone should give them love). Like... what DO they have on their phone, if anything? So that's what this is. Also took this as my chance to write for my favorite straight white cat boy Seth.
Tw: Nsfw; recording during sex; rough sex (all); somnophilia (Harumasa); breeding kink (Seth); bottom harumasa and seth; Mommy kink (seth); grammar errors (inevitable)
Info: Fem bodied reader (no pronouns i think? use of mommy though); Harumasa x Reader; Lighter x Reader; Seth x Reader; I tried to add plot but who am I kidding this is porn
Harumasa Asaba
The first time Asaba Harumasa asked to record you during sex, you declined. He'd wanted it so he could use it at work, during those days that he really needed you most. It's not like you were shy about your body, especially not with him. He'd seen you naked a million times and done more than just admire your body on numerous occasions. You just didn't want to do it, not with the risk of his very important friends possibly seeing them. The idea of sweet Sokaku sneaking on his phone and somehow finding the videos was mortifying, to say the least. The consequences afterward would probably be even worse, you'd never be able to look Yanagi in the eyes again.
So, you told him no, and who is Asaba to press you on something like that. Feminism was hot, or whatever. He just wanted to see what he could get away with. Little did he know he planted a seed in your brain that kept on growing and growing until, one night, you asked him if he was still into the whole recording you thing.
He wanted to say "No fucking duh." But instead, he smiled and nodded all cute-like, "Oh? I thought you didn't want to? Don't tell me you've been holding out on me now..." And thus began your unexpected obsession with making amateur porn.
Harumasa isn't an idiot, of course, he keeps everything in a hidden folder within a hidden folder, accessible via a password only he knows. (He would give up any chance at living a long life to keep Sokaku as far away from his porn stash as possible). It's surprisingly well organized, coming from him at least. Categorized by type (picture and videos), who was topping, and which kinks you indulged in.
His personal favorites, though, are saved in a separate folder within those already existing folders. They're his go-to when he's feeling so very pent up at work and needs release fast enough that Yanagi won't come looking for him. Like right now, the phone under the desk and the volume just loud enough that only he could make it out by straining his ears. A little treat for his hard work today.
The first one starts out with shaky camera work -- you'd grabbed and started recording in a hurry like you realized this one would make good content for him. (You were right, as usual). The sun is peaking through the curtains of his dark apartment, and with the light, he can just barely make out his sleeping face. You pan the camera down, and one of your hands is gently tracing along his slowly hardening cock, already free and begging for you to suck it. It jumps in your hand as you rub the tip, and then all of a sudden the camera flips and he gets to see your face. You have eyebags under your eyes and your hair is sticking out in several places with little bruises littering your collarbones. Just how he likes you. Shuffling follows and the camera jerks around awkwardly until it rests on his abdomen and refocuses on you, dick still in hand and eyes blinking innocently at the camera.
You tap the tip against your cheek a few times, Harumasa's hips pressing up into your hand as you do so. You smile a little at him offscreen, and it's almost affectionate until you swallow him down in one go. What you can't fit in your mouth you fist with your hand, bobbing in a perfectly trained rhythm that he knows would have him seeing stars. His hips awkwardly jerk, but you take him so well that it doesn't even bother you. The camera shifts again as Harumasa himself begins to wake up. A confused, "Oh fuck," is moaned out in the background, just barely audible over the heavenly sound of you sucking and swallowing him up. Then, your eyes flutter up, right as a hand fists its way into your hair. The video cuts shortly after that, leaving the rest of it up to his impeccable memory.
The next one is a bit longer, and honestly humiliating for him, but he can't get enough of it. Again you're holding the camera, but this time he is awake. It starts with your hand on his ass, marked with the harsh imprint of your strikes, bright and red and sure to bruise (it did). You make sure to get a good angle of yourself pounding him into the sheets, the sounds of squelching mixed with incoherent babbling from him something sinful. You glide your hand over his bare back, camera following along, then tug on his fluffy black hair. He lets out a pathetic whine as you push the camera into his fucked out face. Cheeks red, drool dripping down his chin, eyes watery and unfocused. It's all he can do to answer you when you finally ask, "You were a good boy today, weren't you Harumasa? Tell the camera how good you were today."
"Yessss, 'm a very good boy~" He hiccups out through your harsh thrusts.
You coo at him, pressing a little kiss to his cheek which gets him smiling like a moron in the video, "You know what good boys get to do, right?"
He visibly jolts in the frame, right as you wrap your pretty fingers around his swollen cock just out of frame. A whorish moan leaves his mouth as you pick up the pace, determined to make him cum. His whole face twists in pleasure as he cries out your name, releasing all over your fingers and the sheets. The camera flips, and you're giggling as you spread the covered hand playfully for the camera. "Such a good boy~" You hum, and the video cuts as you begin sucking each finger clean.
The last one he has, which is the only one where he's holding the camera, is his personal favorite. You're in the Section 6 office, legs spread out and perched wobbly on the arms of his desk chair. Miyabi, Yanagi, and Sokaku were all out for lunch and you'd been so sweet to bring him the one he'd 'accidentally' forgotten at home. His pace was fast and rough as he slammed into you. He preferred taking things slow, but even he had to admit he liked the thrill of a quicky in such an open area. One hand comes down to hold your thigh at a different angle, and you let out the squeakiest excuse for his name he'd ever heard. "I thought you didn't want them to see you like this... you're awfully contradictory~" He teases from behind the camera, not that you have it in you to do anything but whine at him. "What would Miyabi think of you..." He tuts, "and poor Tsukishiro might have a heart attack... how shameless can you be?"
He zooms in on your face, head thrown back and mouth stuck wide open with empty gasps just begging to become moans. Your body shakes as his thrusts become less fast and more rough, skin slapping against skin in the quiet office on the very desk he was scrolling through his phone. He can see his name form on your lips.
"Harumasa," Came Yanagi's voice instead, he jumps, quickly locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket, "I understand paperwork is boring, but scrolling on your phone is-"
"Unacceptable, I know," He sighs, "I'm getting to it I promise. Just... right after a quick bathroom break, okay?"
He's up and gone before she can respond, already deciding which video he should watch to fix his little issue. Oh! Or he could ask you for a new one right now, it'd been a minute since he'd gotten you masturbating.
Lighter Lorenz
Lighter didn't get the appeal of it at first. Why would he settle for videos and pictures when the real thing was so much better? Just didn't make sense to him, but sure, he'd let you do what you want. You were damn adorable with how excited you got when he said yes to another video or picture.
It wasn't until an extended period of time away from you that he realized how badly he was missing out. He was horny and you were too far away to do anything about it and no matter what he imagined he could not get off for the life of him. So, he caves and asks you to send one of those videos you'd made. It was probably the fastest he'd cum by himself since getting with you.
Lighter admits defeat, you were right, those videos are something else. Not nearly as good as the real thing, but close enough when he needed it. He's very selective about what does and does not get filmed though. There are some moments he wants to keep just between the two of you, no cameras or anything like that. However, once he gets into it he really gets into it, and those videos are cinema for amateur pornstars.
He keeps the videos and pictures in an unlabeled folder on his phone, not nearly as meticulous about hiding it as Harumasa or Seth might be. He didn't have the risk factor, the girls wouldn't go through his phone without asking first, and he wasn't careless enough to leave it out for others to dig through its contents. He also wasn't stupid enough to look through his little stash with others around, always waiting until he was completely isolated to look.
You were out for the night doing something or another for someone, too kind for your own good, leaving only Lighter and his hand to keep his dick company. He clicks open the folder, smiling to himself when he's met with pretty pictures of you.
He scrolls a bit, then clicks on a more recently recorded one. The camera is focused on your stomach, just low enough that he can see the flared red tip of his dick teasing your swollen clit. A deep chuckle sounds from behind the camera, followed by a grumpy little whine from you. He takes the hint, sliding his tip down and slowly dipping it into your drooling cunt. You let out the cutest squeal as he stretches you out, his hips angling up so his cock presses against your tummy.
The camera zooms in on the outline of his tip, pressing just below your navel. You babble something incoherent, and Lighter hums like it's the most interesting thing in the world. His calloused hand comes into view, tracing the outline with a low hiss. "Fuck, you feel me inside baby?" You mumble something out again, a much smaller hand sliding under his. He presses down as you trace a finger over him, and a whorish moan leaves your mouth. He ruts himself into you, hand pressing down so both of you could feel just how deep inside he was. Your body trembles with each hard thrust, and the camera work gets shakier and shakier the louder Lighter gets until it stops altogether after an annoyed groan — literally thrown across the room so he could focus more on you.
The next one he picks among a sea of delicacies is an older one, one of the first he'd agreed to make with you. The camera is set up on the nightstand, angled nicely so he could see your pretty tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips up into yours. You're wearing his scarf around your neck, and you look like sex incarnate hopping up and down on him.
His veiny hands grab at your hips, guiding each movement with careful precision. You're leaned back, head thrown to the sky as you call his name like a mantra. Each thrust makes your voice peak a little higher, the only thing louder being the slap of wet skin on skin. One particularly rough thrust has you keening, falling forward to press your sweaty face to his just out of frame. He can see your hips roll desperately into his own for all of a few seconds before his hands wrap around your thighs to hoist you up so he can bully his cock into your abused pussy. The whole bed shakes as the headboard slams into the wall, the camera tumbling to the ground forgotten as it records your brainless sobs over the sound of his brutal pace. A weird habit he’s noticed consistently in these videos.
He's close, he can feel it, as he strokes himself a little faster. Just needed the perfect thing to push him over the edge. He taps one of your personal favorites, citing it as 'the most fun' for you to film. In it, he is holding the camera down, you're kneeling between his legs, head resting on his thigh as your deft fingers play with his member. You smile up at him, sliding the bead of precum around the tip like a game.
He's huge in your hand, and it's a miracle you manage to fit your slim fingers around his fat cock. Slowly stroking down, then back up, your thumb sure to run over that vein that made his toes curl. You keep a steady pace, teasing him with the sweetest grin on your face.
"Feelin' good baby?" You purr up at him, amused at what is likely a very red faced Lighter.
There's an audible swallow, and the camera shakes as he answers, "Real good. Takin' good care 'f me."
You giggle, satisfied with the answer enough to lean down and start sucking on his balls. Your other hand scraped against his thigh, the muscles beneath tensing at the sensation. The sound of your sucking, mixed in with his little whimpers has him cumming prematurely, not that it stops him from fucking his hand through his orgasm. The video continues on like that, you teasing him to the edge and denying him his orgasm like a monster. Unlike then, he had quiet the mess to clean up now.
He thinks better of just cleaning it up, though. Instead snapping a quick picture and sending it to you with a little, 'Miss you.'
Seth Lowell
Seth is an incredibly polite, considerate, sweetheart who would never in a million years dream of asking to record you during sex. He might just be the most vanilla guy in all of New Eirdu, and recording seems... a little violating of your privacy. It's not something he considers an option.
Until one day, after a very long week where you and Seth hadn't seen each other for more than a few hours thanks to his work schedule. He's lying in the dorms, texting you about mundane tasks when you throw out how much you miss him. He obviously misses you too, and says so. You ask him if he would like to see how much you miss him, and the sweet thing he is the undertone goes right over his head. He expects a picture of you maybe pouting, doing something you would typically do together by yourself.
When he opens it he's greeted by you, two fingers deep in your own cunt, pretty juices glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom -- oh god is that his shirt you're wearing? He short circuits, literally just staring slack-jawed at the phone for god knows how long until one of his buddies comes in and starts poking fun at him. He slams the phone down, and he makes it home in record time. That was all the convincing he needed from you to record your (rather basic) sexual escapades.
Seth does not save the videos, ever. They're all in your text chain, pinned there for easy access, but he refuses to keep them in his album. Way too risky for him with his family and his coworkers and... well... knowing himself. They're really only there for you, he doesn't have any free time to watch them and get off. He does, however like watching them when he's alone in the dorms for the night. Just a nice reminder of what he'll be doing next time he sees you.
Like this one, where the camera is pointed down on him, red-faced and teary-eyed as you ride him like no tomorrow. His chest is littered with little purple love bites, and your fingers splay out across them as you roll your hips deliciously against him. He whimpers in the video, shying away from the camera. The hand on his chest reaches over to flick his already too-hard nipple, twisting it a little. A giggle bubbles out of your chest when he keens.
"You like it when I ride you, don't you Seth...?" You coo, tracing your fingers over to the other nipple to give it attention. He nods with a whine, biting back his moans. You pinch him harshly as punishment, "Use your words."
He sighs, humiliated at the degradation, but swallows his pride and responds, "Yes Mommy."
He grimaces at his own voice, quickly closing out of the video to find something a little less... vocal. He settles on one where the camera is pointed down, you're wearing pretty blue lingerie. In this one, he's between your legs, ears flattened back as he gives you little kitten licks to your sensitive bud. The rough texture of his tongue makes your legs twitch, nearly closing on him, but fighting themselves back open.
He looks up to the camera, or more so past it, to look at you just begging for approval. Your hand comes into the frame, rubbing at one of his ears encouragingly. He lights up, taking the sign as his chance to swallow you down. He dives in like a kitten into milk, slurping and sucking with your hand guiding his movements. Your little sighs of approval get his tail curling up in the air behind him. Your little happy kitty, servicing you like the queen you are. “Good boy~” You coo so sweetly, and his tail twitches excitedly behind him.
He smiles fondly at the phone, was it weird to find it more cute than hot. Maybe he was too lovestruck. It didn't matter too much to him as he found one that you had favorited in the chat. He... didn't remember this one at all from the thumbnail, it got him curious.
The first thing he's greeted by is you face down in the sheets, his pale hand pushing your head into the pillows. Then he hears the wet slapping of skin, the camera following down to show where he was fucking you from behind. His entire abdomen is literally shimmering with a mix of your and his cum, the sticky white substance quite literally all over your back and his hands now that he was looking.
This was... he can't believe he had the mental capacity to think to record himself fucking you during his heat. His cock stirs in his pants, but he's too curious to stop watching before he screws himself over too much. The camera shifts as he leans over you, giving it a perfect view as he bites into the back of your neck. Your face is stained with tears, and your mouth is wide open with pleasure -- no sound escaped though, and Seth realizes that he'd fucked your throat raw in this video.
"Gonna fuck you full of my kits, wanna make you a real Mommy. That's okay, right? You wanna have my babies too don't you?" his rough voice mumbles into your skin, and you only nod in response, too fucked out to really do anything else.
He thinks the video will end there, but instead, the camera pulls up again as Seth pulls out. A broken, muted wail leaves you at the loss, but Seth ignores it in favor of recording your used pussy. Globs of cum leak out of it, down your thighs, and Seth's nimble fingers scoop it up and shove it back inside like in a trance. He clicks his phone off at that, way too flustered at the sight.
A frustrated sigh leaves his lips as he falls back into the uncomfortable bedding of the dorm. Great, now he was rock-hard and had no way of getting off. He had work in two hours, but there was no way he'd be getting any sleep like this. He frowns at his lock screen, a picture of the two of you together. You wouldn't mind if he came home and interrupted your rest that much, would you?
fem!dio brando when it's finally your period ╱ mdni, blood play, power imbalance, manipulation, dub con, degradation, edging, bondage, dio is her own warning ˚.✦
fem!dio brando who keeps you locked in her room with a pretty outfit on, she hasn't bite you yet to transform you into a vampire because she likes you like that, all innocent and dolled up for her.
fem!dio brando who doesn't pay attention to you all month, just letting you share a bed with her and use your mouth and fingers for her own pleasure, never indulging in your own.
fem!dio brando who doesn't like when you beg her to fuck her, she doesn't like how pretty you look on your knees with only your soaked panties on. It pisses her off so much, if she sees you like that, she'll probably slap you across your face, making sure to leave a mark.
fem!dio brando who wakes you up yanking your hair so you go down on her when the night hits, pushing your face between her spread pussy lips. She tells you how terrible you're doing it and that you really are as worthless as she thinks. Most of the times she shifts you so she can ride your face better.
fem!dio brando who when she's horny, she keeps you in bed for hours, making you finger her and touch her until she comes five different times. She has stamina for hours and it drives you insane most of the times.
fem!dio brando who, four days a month, allows you to be the center of her attention. Only when you're on your period. She keeps tracks of the cycle, the moons and your mood swings, and when the day reaches, she has a gorgeous white lingerie set that insists you on staining.
fem!dio brando who ties your hands and feet to the bed, keeping you those four days at her mercy, for her to take you whenever she wanted.
fem!dio brando who inspects your pussy first, making sure you haven't touched yourself in all month. She spreads your pussy lips slowly, coating her fingers with the blood, tasting it. That's the main reason she keeps you, your blood, your sweet period blood tastes wonders to her.
fem!dio brando who presses down your clit to see how responsive you are, your hips twitch at the lightest pressure, making her laugh. Then she circles your entrance, you're already clenching around nothing.
fem!dio brando who spanks your pussy once, "Stop doing that, you'll spill out the blood." You whine at her hit, but you obey her, doing your best to be still.
fem!dio brando who circles your entrance before pushing one finger in, checking the tightness of your hole, reaching as deep as she can with her long and slim fingers. You're trembling just for that, thighs shaking as her nail hits your cervix. She hums under her breath, you're as tight as the last time she fingered you, which is perfect. "You've been a good girl for me," she says, pulling your her finger, that's now covered in your blood, she takes it all in her mouth.
fem!dio brando who, after a whole month of using you, finally rewards you (even though it's still for her own pleasure) leaning in and sealing her lips around your clit. She rough, scraping the hood with her teeth as she sucks and licks it mindlessly, you grip the sheets, knowing that you aren't allowed to touch her in these moments.
fem!dio brando who stops paying attention to your clit and moves to your entrance, sucking there to get all of your blood on her mouth. She puts her weirdly long tongue inside of you, slurping your red liquid while your moans fill the room. She's not slow, she's been waiting for this the whole month, she's needy too even if she doesn't accept it. All the horniness from before is just the way she handles how much she needs you.
fem!dio brando who makes you cum with just the relentless pace of her tongue at least three times in a row. Your taste drives her so insane that you cannot do anything to push her from it, she's stick to it. She's so pussydrunk that isn't hearing your pretty whines and moans anymore, she doesn't even care if you've came or not, the only thing she wants is to take all your period blood.
fem!dio brando who looks up at you when you're finally dry of blood for this round. She knows that in a few hours you'll be back spilling her favorite drink and she's gonna keep you tucked by her side to not miss it.
fem!dio brando who cleans the sweat accumulated in your your body, forehead and below your breasts specifically. "How many times did I make you come, darling?" Her voice is sweeter than ever, dabbing the cloth around your body, cleaning your armpits and inner thighs from sweat. "I-I don't know, four... maybe?" you tell her, your voice is rasped and low, you don't have the energy to talk louder. "That's good, darling. Now rest and maybe next time you'll get five."
fem!dio brando who never leaves the room in those four days, she feeds you high iron foods, big glasses of water so you're blood flows easily out of you.
fem!dio brando who lays on her side next to you, head propped on her head as she stares down at you, her hand tickling your belly until she reaches your wet folds, keeping a finger inside of you so she can feel the blood when it reaches her.
fem!dio brando who eats you out slowly the next time, now that her hunger toned down, she can take her time to savor every drop of your taste, twirling her tongue around your clit as her fingers work inside of you to get out all of the possible blood.
fem!dio brando who listens you more this time. "Di-Dio nghh! I'm close s'close!" She hears you whine, your face sinking on the pillow. She keeps the pace, flicking your clit with her tongue and her fingers making their way inside of you.
fem!dio brando who keeps her promise and makes you cum five times that round.
fem!dio brando who keeps increasing the number of orgasms each day, when you reach the last day, you doubt you are a person anymore. Your whole body is marked from her strong grips and her hickeys, you pussy is red and puffy, you can't even tell your cum and her saliva apart.
fem!dio brando who ends every cycle with a fierce kiss, exploring your mouth with her tongue until you're breathless.
fem!dio brando who unties you, rubbing your red wrists and ankles, letting you have a bath as long as you need it, with a nice clean outfit hanged at the door.
fem!dio brando who lets you lay on her chest that night, her arms cradling you and letting you rest, promising you that next month she'll turn you into a vampire so you could be together forever.
a/n: shout out to my girl @fancy-possum who helped me get this good<3
୨୧ attempting to ride frat!sukuna for the first time (spoiler alert: you went out sad.)
you’ve been hyping yourself up for this all week.
utahime and shoko were the ones who started it—half-joking, half-serious over overpriced matcha lattes, telling stories about how they took charge in bed for once and had their boyfriends wrapped around their fingers by the end of the night.
shoko said she pinned her boyfriend down and told him not to move. utahime claimed she sat on her boyfriend’s face and refused to get off. and they were so smug. so smug about it. and when you hesitantly admitted you’d never been on top before, they gasped like you’d confessed to a felony.
“you have to try it,” utahime said, eyes wide. “he’ll lose his mind.”
“ride him into the mattress,” shoko added, sipping her drink. “trust me. life changing.”
you blushed, mumbled something like “maybe” and laughed it off. but the idea stuck. it echoed around in your head for days—initiate it. be in charge. ride him. you weren’t shy with sukuna, not really—not anymore—but you’d never tried to take control like that. he always led. always pushed. always gave that smug little smirk right before flipping you onto your back and dragging you apart.
but maybe it was your turn.
maybe you could do this.
so you waited until your roommates were out. shaved. lotioned. picked out the soft little matching set tucked in the back of your drawer—the one you bought on impulse and never had the courage to wear. and when he showed up at your door, hoodie loose and joggers slung low on his hips, hair still damp from the shower, you nearly lost your nerve.
but you let him in.
you closed the door behind him, heart pounding.
you turned, stood in front of him, and tried to sound confident when you said, “i want to ride you tonight.”
he paused. blinked once. then tilted his head. “yeah?”
you nodded, palms sweating. “i—i want to try.”
he didn’t laugh. didn’t tease. didn’t say no. but the look on his face shifted slowly into something darker, something sharper—like he’d just been handed his favorite game and told he couldn’t touch it yet.
“alright,” he said slowly, dropping onto the bed with his legs spread wide, leaning back on his hands. his hoodie fell open a little, exposing the ink just under his collarbone. his eyes raked over your body, and his smirk curled. “go ahead then. do your worst.”
you hesitated.
that was your first mistake.
you climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs. hands trembling as you pushed his hoodie off his shoulders. he let you—patient, curious, still smug as ever. you kissed his neck, pressed your hips down tentatively, feeling him already hard beneath you. your fingers slipped under the waistband of his sweats, and he hissed softly, hands gripping your hips.
but he didn’t help. he didn’t guide you.
he just watched.
“c’mon, baby,” he murmured, voice low. “you said you wanted to ride.”
you tried. you really did.
but the moment he slid inside you—slow, thick, stretching you open with that impossible fullness—your rhythm faltered. your mouth dropped open in a gasp, hands bracing against his chest. and he just grinned.
that smile. sharp, slow, wide. like he’d been waiting for you to break.
“what happened to being in charge, baby?” he murmured, voice low, dripping with mock-sweetness. “you were so confident a second ago.”
you shook your head quickly, breath catching, thighs already trembling where they straddled his lap. you could feel everything—every vein, every inch, every pulse of him buried inside you. it was overwhelming. too much. and he wasn’t even moving yet.
his hands settled on your hips, gentle at first, thumbs brushing your skin in soothing circles. “c’mon,” he said, leaning back just enough to look at you properly. “ride me like you said you would. take what you want.”
but you couldn’t. not really. you shifted your hips once—and the drag of him against your walls made your whole body twitch, a breathy little whimper slipping past your lips before you could catch it. and sukuna felt it. heard it. saw the way your eyes fluttered, how you bit your lip and tried to stay composed, tried to pretend like you were still the one in control.
his grin widened.
“fuckin’ knew it,” he muttered, voice dipping darker. “knew you weren’t built for this.”
you squeaked in protest, moving again just to prove him wrong—but the way your hips stuttered, the way your hands trembled on his chest, told him everything he needed to know. and that was all it took. he snapped.
one hand tangled in the back of your hair. the other gripped your ass, hard.
and suddenly you were flat on the bed, your legs bent up, arms pinned, his cock slamming into you so deep it knocked the air from your lungs.
“this what you wanted?” he growled, thrusts brutal and fast and mean now, the sound of your bodies slapping together echoing through the room. “you wanted to play in charge, baby? wanted to see how that felt?”
you whimpered something helpless, face flushed, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes from how good it felt, how full you were, how every stroke hit just right and made your brain dissolve. and he just laughed.
“you lasted what—two minutes on top?” he leaned down, lips brushing your jaw. “cute idea, though.”
you were already so close. your nails dug into the sheets. your body bowed under him, shaking. and when you came—loud, soaked, legs locking around his waist—he didn’t even slow down. fucked you right through it. chased his own high with his mouth at your ear, moaning about how tight you were, how sweet you sounded when you begged, how he knew you couldn’t actually handle topping him.
you went quiet after that. still clinging to him, twitching, wrecked.
he stayed inside you. stayed close. kissed the corner of your mouth and whispered, “don’t worry. you’re still my little shy girl.”
you would’ve shoved him if you could move.
but you couldn’t. not even a little.
you were twenty minutes late to lecture. not because you overslept—but because it took a full ten minutes to ease yourself into a pair of jeans, another five to sit down, and the rest to just breathe. your thighs ached. your back twinged. and the thought of bending over to grab anything off the floor made your eyes water. you felt split in two. ruined. rearranged.
utahime clocked it immediately. she barely looked up from her notes before her eyes flicked over to you and narrowed. “why are you walking like that?”
“like what?” you mumbled, trying not to wince as you slowly lowered yourself into the seat beside her.
shoko was already smirking, iced coffee in hand, gaze sharp. “oh my god. you did it, didn’t you?”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“don’t play dumb,” utahime said, leaning closer, her voice low. “did you ride him?”
you stayed quiet. that was answer enough.
shoko leaned in, practically vibrating. “and???”
you buried your face in your sleeve. paused. whispered, “he told me to do my worst.”
utahime blinked. “and?”
“i lasted like… thirty seconds.”
there was a beat of silence. and then they lost it.
utahime choked on her drink. shoko folded over the desk, full-on wheezing. you slapped her arm weakly, but she just wiped her eyes and said, “i knew he was gonna flip you. i knew it.”
you sank lower in your seat, pulling your hoodie over your mouth. your legs still weren’t closed all the way. your thighs felt bruised in places that shouldn’t be bruised. and you knew—you knew—that the moment sukuna saw you trying to walk across campus today, he was gonna say some shit like “told you you’re built for being ruined, not in charge.”
and somewhere in your my eyes only snap camera roll was a blurry picture he’d taken after. your body boneless, legs sprawled across his lap, his hand wrapped around your thigh with his rings biting gently into your skin. the caption written across it being: “stick to being pretty, baby.”
Synopsis. It’s knotting season and all the hybrids are…in rut.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, HYBRIDS AU, ruts, pheromones, farmer!Shiu cameo, exhíbitíonism, Iactation, MORE bull hybrid!Toji, hibernations, FÉRAL JJK men, slight bréeding, manhandIing, spítting, chokíng, HEADLOCKS, p talking, p sIapping, tentacIes (Geto), slight pIot, arranged marriages (Sukuna), true form!Sukuna, fox hybrid!Gojo (Judy Hopps!reader x Nick!Gojo), DP, creampíes, cumpIay, marathons, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. HEHEHE- Toji’s a continuation of MILKSHAKE! but can be read alone. Choso’s inspired by this tiktok by theeee gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e on Tiktok!! Their mind, y’all, their mind >>
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Mr. Shiu’s Farm
Name: Toji Fushiguro
Age: 30’s (approx.)
Hybrid type: Bos taurus
Height: 6’2+
Weight class: 1600kg - 1800kg.
Other notes: Recently subject has found himself mated to a cow hybrid (see page 9 for full report). Currently residing on Mr. Shiu Kong’s farm alongside his mate. Currently in rut.
Shiu’s darkened eyes skim across the page, reading Dr. Shoko’s medical report for what seemed like the twentieth time in the past hour. He’s practically memorized every word and number on it by now, every footnote, every bit of neat typing that blurred into one wall of text except for—
Currently in rut.
—except for that single sentence.
The only one that the hybrid doctor had emboldened. Emphasized.
Toji Fushiguro had dragged you inside the barn the very moment his rut had hit him. The very split-second. And Shiu hadn’t seen his cute lil’ cow hybrid (alright, his favorite) in days…
So, surely, it wouldn’t hurt just to take a little peek?
Just to check up on you, of course! Just to make sure that brute of a bull hadn’t completely mauled you, of course! Seriously- what kind of farmer would Shiu even be if he didn’t care about the health of his most prized cows?
Which is why he’s standing in front of the barn doors at this very moment.
Towering and red. Furious and needy.
His ears burn as they take in the lecherous whines and squelches emanating from inside- and he’s placing one hand against the splintered doors. The other cascading down his toned front and squeezing his hot erection in an attempt to get himself to fucking calm down—
“Took ya long enough to man up.” Toji’s peeking up at the farmer through the gaps of his shaggy black bangs, scarred lips twisting up into the most sleazy smirk.
Even from here, the farmer could see the way that the bull hybrid had you on all fours. Thighs sheeny with slick and sweat, strands of golden hay sticking to your limbs, twitchin’ every time he was swabbing his bulbous red tip between your pussylips.
Toji doesn’t stop just because Shiu was watching.
In fact, the other man only rests his weight further down on your lower half and pins his pelvis against yours. Even deeper. Even harder. Making your poor, trembling self scramble forwards a few inches at the sudden increase of pressure- before Toji’s slapping two palms down on your hips and drag-drag-draaaaagging you back down onto his thick throbbing cock. Like a ragdoll.
Probin’ and probin’ inwards—in and out, in and out.
Shiu gulps as he catches a wet gush! of creamy sap leak out of your cunt - and he’s wondering whether Toji plans to stop at all.
Without any warning, Toji’s roughened fingertips come down to slam! on top of your slick-glazed folds. So tender and raw. And Shiu’s stepping forwards with his hand reached out- before he’s immediately freezing at the sound of you moaning.
“P-please-” Bucking your hips back in circular gyrations, you’re addicted to the way his puffy veins were snagging and rubbin’ against your g-spot. “Just feels so gooooood, Toji—”
“Shit…” Shiu whispers underneath his breath, eyes widening as he takes in the sight. There was a slight tinge of sweet cream and something woodsy in the air- and he’s wondering if this was what experts meant when they said hybrid pheromones made one lose their mind.
Toji glances over at the other man and scoffs—and without warning, he’s pulling out of your tight hole and flipping you over as if it was nothing. Right onto your back where he can stare at your pretty face whilst he presses his reddened cock between your legs-
Like an animal.
Rutting and rutting until Toji’s flared mushroom tip somehow bullies inside your cunt with a wettened plop! And looking from here, the size difference was just incredible- Shiu’s stepping even closer, driven crazy wondering just how such a cute, innocent-looking pussy can take such a big cock so filthily.
Without easing in, without even slowing down, Toji pumps his vein-covered shaft past your entrance and in, in, in—
“Naughty girl- heh, don’tcha know that s’rude not to greet guests?” He’s angling his hips so that the circular divot right on top of his shaft scrape-scrapes down your cervix and makes you shiver. “Or are you seriously that fucked stupid, hm?”
“Wh-what are you…” Dazedly, you’re so gone that you barely even register the way that Toji grabs onto the lil’ stubs of horns atop your crown and bodily moves your head to the side.
To where Shiu was standing frozen. Erection raging in his overalls.
You gasp-
“Awww, look.” Toji snickers, cutting you off with a few more vulgar strokes. In almost no time, he’s rendered you speechless- just loooong slobberin’ smooches being pressed up against the back of your pussy. “Your beloved farmer’s here to see ya!” Holding you in place by your horns, he forces you to make eye contact with Shiu while he fucks you. No matter how much you squirm. “What a shame his pretty girlie’s too busy getting fucked dumb on my cock to even notice him…”
“Easy there, bull.” You shudder at the husky baritone of the other man finally speaking up. The scowl on his handsome face. He still has a cigarette pressed between his lips, and the smoky scent clings to him like pheromones.
“And what about it, human?” Toji sneers right back, the bell ‘round his neck jiggling just a little as he opens your legs even wider. Making slick leak out from your core with a deafening splosh! and glisten right down the bull’s abs. He’s hitting your g-spot incessantly- “Jealous m’getting to fuck this pretty pussy and you can only watch?”
“You little-”
“Or-” The hybrid casually continues, folding you positively in half- until the caps of your knees hit your chest and you can only whine at the incessant stretch of your hamstrings. “-are ya jealous that I get to pump her so full of my cum that she doesn’t even remember your name?”
Shiu spits out his cigarette and stomps it out- fuck, he’s never been harder. “Don’t make me-”
But Toji only claws a hand upwards and squeezes your right tit, making a line of creamy milk dribble out from your swollen nipples. Which he’s leaning down to suckle on while looking Shiu right in the eyes, “Or s’it that you’re jealous she milks so much for me and nothing for you? Jealous that when I fuck her full of my calves she’ll be making even more?” You’re yelping as he bites dooooown on that sensitive nub, smirk palpable on his handsome face. “Jealous that they won’t be your kids?”
“I’ve had enough of this!” Face burning, Shiu’s making to turn around- fuck. And maybe run off to the nearest private corner he can find just so that he can jerk off—
“But I bet it turns you on, too.”
He pales, facing Toji once more. “Wh-what did you just say?”
But the bull hybrid merely graces him with a smug smile as he’s pulling out of your sloppy cunt once more- and oh, was it such a sight to see the way you were yowling and clawing onto Toji’s toned hips in an attempt to get his thick cock to fill you up once more.
He doesn’t listen to a single plea, yet jerks his head towards you cockily.
And the farmer- oh, he might just be the worst of the bunch. Because he doesn’t listen to a single rational thought in his brain telling him to simply leave—not before he’s taking step- by jerky step- towards your two sweaty bodies. As if hypnotized.
Shiu’s knees barely even hit the ground in front of you before Toji’s clasping onto the blushin’ back of his head and shoving the other man’s face between your legs.
Nose-deep.
And he’s shocked- he’s letting his eyes snap open- he’s letting just a singular wad of your candied slick end up on his tastebuds and he’s fucking addicted. Just darting his slick tongue all over just to gulp and gulp up your heady taste.
The prominent line of his nosebridge shoves directly between your swollen, sensitive pussylips and you gasp—“O-oh my god, Shiu you’re really-” Before those gasps turn into pants by the time that Shiu’s grabbing onto either side of your thighs and pulling you deeper onto his face. He hangs open his greedy mouth and engulfs your pussy whole, long tongue startin’ to slither inside-
“Ah ah- has your momma never taught you to share?” Toji’s rudely nudging the other man over and slotting himself between your legs as well. Dipping his even lengthier tongue out to just slide-slide-sliiiide around your wet outer pussy, “Should know that m’doing you a favor.”
“Sh-shut the fuck up-” Shiu didn’t even want to breathe let alone talk to this bull bastard. Fishing the tip of his tongue in and out of your quivering hole - fuck, he has half the mind to giggle at the way you clenched oh-so-cutely around him - while Toji drags your throbbing clit over to suck.
His scarred lips mercilessly pinch your nub, making you writhe and moan. “Oh, get over yourself. One taste and you’re in liplock-”
“I hear you slurring on her pussy as well.” The farmer grumbles out.
And your mate, Toji, is just about to open his mouth to snap back as well- when you clasp both their perspired scalps and press both of them to your treacly pussy. “Sh-shut the fuck up!” They snap their bleary, pussydrunken eyes to you at the sound of your trilling voice. “Can the both of you just focus on- ngh…this instead of arguing?”
And then they look at each other.
“You heard the missus.”
“Anything you say, girlie.”
And it’s the only warning you get before they’re both delving right back in between your puffy pussylips and lavishing you with both tongues- just the most sensual sensation.
Those ridged textures slipping and sliding over your pussy and deeeeep inside, they thrash against each other and fight for claim over your wet pussy. They fork out your entrance - both at the same time - and Toji moves over to press on your clit while Shiu tries to fuck you with his tastebuds. They lap over each other and makes Toji moan into Shiu’s mouth as well as your cunt—
Well…Shiu thinks, as Toji starts fingering your slippery hole open now with two of his rude digits, murmuring something about ‘two at once’.
.
.
.
Later - much, much, much later - it’s Kusakabe that calls Shiu’s bull and cow hybrid farm after a few days without hearing from his friend.
“What—that damned bull hybrid giving you trouble again?” The man asks, chortling into the speaker at the other farmer’s pointed silence. “Or is it your pretty cow hybrid? The one you favor so much?”
“Well…” Shiu starts, about to head into the barn once more- he could hear your pretty moans start up already, and he’d be damned if he let that bull have one over him. “You could say they’re giving me more than just trouble…”
What was that saying again?
If you can’t beat ‘em…join ‘em.
♡ NANAMI KENTO - HibernATE.
Name: Nanami Kento
Age: 27
Hybrid type: Ursus arctos horribilis
Height: 7’6+
Weight class: 1000kg+
Other notes: Mated specimen (to a human, for more see…) is currently in the process of hibernation, though stands to be on the brink of waking up soon. It is speculated that due to his age, size, and rut cycle that the specimen will be rather famished after his arousal. Quite, quite famished.
It’d started off as a little rumble in your living room, a little quake.
You’d been lazily browsing some magazine, barely even registering the words that seemed to slug across the page. They muddled up in your mind and took on the form of Nanami Kento - the days were too long with your hybrid husband in hibernation.
Given, it wasn’t that he’d completely disappeared into a deep sleep; hibernation was a period for Nanami to slow his metabolism, to lower his body temperature, to snooze most of the day away.
He wasn’t here to spoil you with breakfast in bed like he usually would, nor was he here to kiss you goodnight, to read to you with his deep tone, to have a hand on your back whenever you were out in public, to fuck you right—
You’re squeezing your thighs together with a slight squirm, “F-fuck…” Setting aside the magazine that was now the furthest thing on your mind. “God, how I miss-”
And then you’re catching the slight movements in your living room.
It started off subtle- the glass of water atop your coffee table was tremoring, the carpet spread out on the floor seemed to be moving. You’re frantically looking around and realizing that the couch you were seated upon was slightly jumping.
Something seemed to be thud-thud-thudding closer—
“My love.”
It’s a thick, husky tone enough to make every hair upon your body stand on end.
You almost don’t recognize whose voice it is - simply that ruined. You almost start to feel fear creeping down your spine. You almost don’t want to turn around-
“My love, I think m’in rut.”
Less than a few minutes later and you find yourself on the fucking floor beside the couch - your back against the carpet, your legs strung high in the air. Your calves thrown easily over Nanami’s shoulders as the shoves your wet panties to the side and bullies himself in—
No preparation. No foreplay.
Just pure fucking need.
Your thrash against his hovering body and find yourself absolutely, needily helpless-
“O-oh, fuck.” And you never thought you’d see the day where you hear Nanami fucking Kento’s voice crack…Lips quivering as they drop open, eyes damn near bulging out of his skull- he feels his thickened tip lodge at your hot entrance and gasps. “Fuh-fuck, it needs to go in- oh, fuck.”
A single inch inside and he’s spurting out wettened wads of cum- already! It makes the process slightly easier, with the thick glaze of his sap easing up your entrance.
“You’ve already- oh, ngh.” Just for the words to be fucked out of your lungs. You’re almost stupid on his cock already, feeling your tastebuds sizzle with saliva at the incredible stretch. “You must be sensitive. It’s already going in, Kento-”
“It needs to-”
“But-”
“It needs to go in, it needs to go in, it needs to go in.” But it’s the only thing he can repeat, like a mantra. Like the only sentence his dazed mind knows right now.
You clench and his bear-like ears flinch- making him claw onto your body even further as he plants a rude half-thrust.
“P-please—” Body hunching into yours. Blond happy trail scratching your clit. A slick line of drool cascades down one corner of Nanami’s lips, long lashes fluttering as he’s starin’ down at your core. “Need it to go in- want it- have to-”
“Have to?” You gasp.
“Have to.” He’s groaning, eyes wild and widened as he’s pumping out half-ruts here and there and stuffing himself deeper by the minute. And at one point Nanami’s tilting his head and gnawing down on the tender side of your neck, “N-need to…”
You’re sure it almost looks like you’ve been thrown to the bears - literally.
He’s not even halfway inside but you swear it feels like he’s opening up various crevices and hidden spots inside you that you never even knew you had—fuck, had he grown larger since before the hibernation? “You’re- hck! Kento, you’re acting like such an-” And the way you say his name makes Nanami’s pupils dilate even further, until there was almost no honey-brown within his eyes. “-a-animal…”
“Am- n-need it to go inside- s’not worth it if I can’t feel myself at your- throat-” Could barely even string together three words to make a sentence. Could barely even breathe if he wasn’t fully inside you. Nanami’s rude tip bulges its way deeeep inside of you, and you can feel him throb-throbbing away at your very lungs. “Don’t let me down, pussy.”
Your eyes widen, “Y-you’re talking to…”
“Don’t tell me you can’t take it all- oh.” His hoarse baritone quivers at the mere thought, “That would just b-break me-”
Back arching into the perfect curvature against the carpeted floor, Nanami’s reeling his toned hips back and just plunging—feeling your body start to squirm away, and one of his paws come up to clasp your neck and draaag you right back down his cock. And he’s never sounded more serious in his entire life, “Don’t. Move.”
“Y-yes, Kento.” You could feel your cunt throb even harder at his words. You recall his words from just earlier. “Think you might just break me first.”
And what you didn’t expect was for that mere answer to make the blond man’s lips quirk up into a smile, for him to scoff out a chuckle. Something looks feral in his gaze, “Yes and?”
Fuck- your gentleman of a husband was never like this.
Usually, he took his sweet time with foreplay. He’d stretch that tight orifice of yours oooooout with his fingers. He’d tease your entrance all tender and ready to take his massive cock- but right now he was pinning apart your thighs with both of his hands and ramming his entire veiny length in.
But now he’d awoken from hibernation and he wanted you—badly.
And he was just so strong - expected, for a bear hybrid - that you were absolutely no match for the way that Nanami choked his hand ‘round your throat and manhandled you down to meet his length. To meet every thrust.
He’d slam his thick girth all the way until your poor, elastic hole was stretched thoroughly around his girth and could take it no more. Letting his cum splosh! around a little before drag-drag-draaaagging his veiny length all the way back out and inching back in again, puffing apart your innards to his swollen length- you start to claw at his muscular forearm and Nanami’s tightening his hold with a growl. “Oh my- please, Kento—”
“Inside-” He snarls, his pure need making his bass sound even more rugged than usual. And every time he speaks, Nanami punctuates it with a ruthless stroke deep inside, “Was thinking about you- all day- All night. All the time. Missed the feeling of this tight hole begging me to fuck her, and when I woke up I was just feeling s-so…” It’s then that the bear hybrid slowly looks down at your pussy, all engorged open with his incredible length. He gulps back saliva, “-hungry.”
And as if it wasn’t enough to have you at his complete and utter mercy, he was now smacking one hand down on your clit and brushin’ his thick thumb down that favorite nub of yours. “Couldn’t stop thinking of her. Couldn’t stop wanting to be inside her. Couldn’t wait to fuck her all full and make her carry my cubs- bet you misssed me, ngh, inside-” He hiccups, “Will this finally make it go inside- Inside, inside- inside.”
You’re bawling your throat hoarse, seeing stars burst behind your closed eyelids. And you distantly feel Nanami lean his head down and lick away the salty tears rolling down your cheeks- his rough tongue utterly parched.
“It’s- it’s already inside-” You gasp at some point, straining your throat to get the words out. Just so full with his thick, throbbing shaft speared inside of you- now, Nanami’s simplest movements left him hammering at your cervix. “Kento s’already inside-”
“Oh?” As if he hadn’t even realized, simply way too gone on you. He looks down at the sinful sight between your legs - your cunt all stuffed and quivering as you struggle to take him - knot awaiting at his base.
Something that you already know doesn’t bode well for you.
He looks at you intensely, “I’ve just come out from hibernation and next- o-oh, y’know what comes next for bears, right, my love?”
You could barely even think right now, “What?”
“Breeding season.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Eight inches hands
Name: Geto Suguru
Age: 28
Hybrid type: Octopus vulgaris
Height: 6’2+
Weight class: Undetermined.
Other notes: Whilst the breeding habits of this particular type of marine hybrid has remained a mystery for quite some time, it seems that this specimen is overtly eager to receive his mate in this state of rut. Faintly sweet pheromones. Strong tentacles (may perhaps take to use them during breeding with human mate, see page…)
“Eight inches—” Geto’s drawling out in his sing-song voice, letting pure lust seep into his words and leave them all hot and heavy against the column of your throat.
He pumps his puckered tip against your g-spot and snickers, “Eight inches here-” And then once more against the door to your womb, “Eight inches there—” Before he’s biting down on the side of your neck and rutting up into you so hard that you swear you can feel him there. “Eight inches heeeeere-”
It’s enough to leave you shivering in this filthy full nelson that he had you in.
To leave your heart racing at the sound of his mean tone, cunt clenching as if you’ve just been shocked with countless volts of electricity. And of course Geto Suguru notices.
Of course he’s arching a singular brow at the sensation of your clingy walls, of course he’s slowing his hips down to look at you with an expression of mocking surprise. “Oho?” He pants out, nose crinkling at the bridge as he tries to keep his words composed. “What’s that? Are eight inches not enough for you, gorgeous?”
And to emphasize his point a little more, his thiiiick shaft is plunging so deep between your pussylips that you see the pale skin ‘round Geto’s pelvis burn bright red. You were just coming down from your nth high of the night, and even the slightest brushes against your throbbing nerve spots left you keening. His creamy tip swirlin’ the back of your cervix and making it feel like he was right at your throat—
Your eyes snap open in pure shock, breath catching in your throat as you realize just what he’s hinting at. “No! No it’s not-”
“No?” A thrill was snaking down your body- and so were a few of Geto’s looooong, flexible tentacles. They were a shimmering shade slightly lighter than his hair, with slimy tips that wrapped around both of your ankles and wrenched you open.
That was one and two. Three, four, and five slide all down the your quiverin’ sides- a sixth one of his tentacles slide-slide-sliiiiiding up to flick your throbbing clit in punishment. “So no my cock isn’t enough for this slutty pussy?”
“I didn’t mean that-”
Silenced immediately by one of his slimy tentacles spankin’ down on your pussylips, which makes you keen with the sting. To which you hear Geto’s chuckle pant out against the side of your face- god, this full nelson was the perfect position. He could see the way his vein-covered cock was shoveling in and out, he could see everywhere his textured tentacles were gliding down, he could see those lewd expressions you were subconsciously making- “Ah well, what can I do? This pussy’s just tooooo greedy f’me, I just don’t think my poor cock can keep up…”
You’re whining at the pure pout that you could hear in his tone, “But-”
“Oh, wait.” As you’d expected, he’s cutting you off with a higher octave- as though a sudden epiphany had just dawned upon him. And his voice dips down to what’s almost a purr…“I have an idea.”
“Fuh-fuck—” Your spine arches into the perfect curvature as his slick-covered tip slips between your pussylips and starting smearin’ your cunt all open. Those tendrils of his were just so dexterous, and you’re squirming at the slimy texture of him prying apart your most tender parts.
Swirling and swirling in circular motions to tease your hole.
Just the sheer squelching sounds of it was enough to nearly drown out his husky voice, “Eight-” His words quiver as if he was on the verge of chuckling. “E-eight inches-” Punctuating that little phrase with a thorough strike at your sponged cervix, the rounded circumference of him leaving a bruise. “Eight kisses.”
You babble, “Wh-what do you mean eight ki—oh!” Your question’s immediately being answered by a rhythmic thud-thud-thud at the very back of your cunt.
They’re just so distinct. Mentally, you count about-
“Eight- eight, see?” Geto’s humming out, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the back of your sweaty scalp. “Eight kisses at that cute cervix. Did ya count them, gorgeous?” And you notice that he sounds even more breathy than before, you notice that the air’s sweeter- as if Geto was losing his grip on reality with every slight slip n’ slide of his tentacles rovering in past your cunt.
“I-I…” Your mouth waters, spittle drivelling down either side of your lips.
Seeing this cute expression on your face, he chortles- hell, he cranes his head down to lick at the glittery sap on your face. “Heh- of course ya didn’t count. Too fucked dumb, are ya?” He was just making fun of you, and he was fucking you like he hated you. “But that was eight—whoops!” Another dull skid of his rotund tip leaves you gasping, “Nine now.”
“Oh, please-” Babbling away stupidly- you were feeling pleasure from so many different points that you didn’t even know what to do with yourself. “That’s just not fair.”
“Wait till ya learn about what’s not fair, heh.”
And before you can stupidly say anything more, Geto has all his slithering tentacles cascading down your body. Two still wrenching your jittery legs open no matter how much you kick and thrash, two more holding onto your thighs, two more wrapping around your tits and twiddlin’ with your hardened nipples, and-
“Eight tentacles.” The hybrid rasps out, and at that very moment you’re feeling the final two of his tentacles plunge straight between your pussylips.
Rutting. Squeezing. Bullying and bullying their honed tips inside and fucking you at a rapidfire pace that matches his hips- “Eight inches. Eight kisses—” A few more bashes at your cervix that leaves you dumbfounded, “Eight tentacles, heh- ya really do have such a fuckin’ spoiled pussy, gorgeous. She just keeps wanting me stuffed all deeeep and haaaaard and kissin’ that cute cervix. She can’t get enough of me so she keeps suckin’ me in for more.”
“Oh- oh, please.” You struggle to stare down at where he was positively ruining your pussy from underneath, the curvin’ lines of his tentacles sticking in and out of you at a blurring pace. Starting off slooooow at the tips that wriggle their way inside- before he’s suddenly shoving most of his prolonged lengths in and repeating the sultry motions. “It just feels so good, is that really only two tentacles?”
“Yes—why?”
“It just f-feels like more-”
“More?” And you instantly know where you’ve made a mistake- Geto’s voice was breathy with excitement. “You want more, gorgeous?”
“That’s not what I…” You’re simply so stunned that you don’t know what to say. Simply so fucked stupid that before you can even think up a response, Geto has two of his tentacles probin’ apart your pussylips—and a third one lifting off of your hips to veer downwards and suction on your clit.
So hard that you’re seeing complete stars—
“Aaaaand look at that-” Geto sighs, “Yer cumming already, gorgeous. Look what happens when you ask for more.”
Begging, you’re tearing up with the sheer intensity of your orgasm. “Mmm, please-”
“Mmmore?” You couldn’t believe the audacity of this hybrid- and the way he was lifting off his second tentacle from your hips. He now had two of his tendrils sliding inside your entrance, gliding and massaging against his red-hot cock.
And then two more that tugged and teeeeased your poor clit to no end, setting two of his suction cups on top to give you lil’ sparks of your high. They were rolling over circles. Rolling over hearts. Matching the ministrations on your tits.
Geto made you jolt with even the lightest touches that to your overstimulated body really didn’t feel light. “Seriously- am I the one in rut or are you the one in heat?”
“Maybe both?” You dazedly ask, “I don’t even- hck! know-”
“Can’t think, can you? S’my cock leaving you speechless? My tentacles making you all stupid?” He tuts, almost sympathetic - though you knew that in reality it was far from that. “You wanted to be fucked so baaaaadly by me and now you’re getting it, aren’t ya?” At your gurgling mess of responses, “S’alright, gorgeous, I just need to know your answer to this one question.”
Yet another one of his slimy tendrils lifts off of your body - this time from your tits - to manhandle your head to the side to face him. “Yes- fuck!”
“Clean that mouth out before you speak t’me.”
Before you know it, the tentacle wrapped around your neck slips its slimy tip into your mouth and dangles it wiiiide open for him to spit inside. “There- all better. And now would ya like to hear what my question is?”
And obviously that’s going to pique your interest, even with the pistoning sensation from all angles driving your pussy wild. “And th-that is?”
“What do you think about eight kids?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - HOTEL FUCK-SYLVANIA
Name: Choso Kamo
Age: ??
Hybrid type: Desmodus rotundus
Height: 6’4+
Weight class: 80kg - 90kg.
Other notes: Subject is mated, interestingly it seems that this particular vampire bat hybrid has the ability to replace his appetite for blood with other bodily fluids. Particularly in relation to the bat’s mate, it seems that this ability takes effect twofold during times of rut.
“Don’t take this the wrong way…” Utahime asks, and by the worried expression on her face you know she means well. It’s only when you nod your head in a gesture for her to continue does she finish her sentence- “-but isn’t it, like, scary being with a vampire bat?”
You tilt your head in confusion, “What do you mean?”
To which the purple-haired girl looks around the bustling café the two of you were in before continuing with her impromptu interrogation, “Aren’t you scared you’ll wake up one day and he’ll be drinking your blood or something? I don’t know, I’m just a little worried…”
“Choso would never do that.” You’re crinkling your nose in amused distaste, even the thought of your lovely boyfriend doing such a thing is enough to make you want to laugh out loud.
“But how does he fulfill his cravings, though?” She swirls around her drink a little, as if expecting it to turn into said crimson liquid any moment now. “Because I read somewhere that their cravings are quite strong, especially during a…”
“Rut.” You finish for her, “And yeah, I suppose they are- but Choso always satiates his cravings with something else.”
“With what?”
“Um, alternatives.”
“What alternatives?”
Well…
.
.
.
“P-please…” Choso groans, voice trembling at the back of his throat. And the sounds he’s making right between your legs are plain sinful- they almost make you shy to hear.
Just squelch after solid squelch! being wrung out of your sloppy cunt any time he’s pumping his tongue between your folds. Pistoning in and out, in and out, in and out at a feverish pace.
And he’s not shy about getting it all filthy with your clingy wads of sap. Letting his ridged tastebuds swirl all ‘round your tender channel a few times, fishing around for those sweet wads of white before gulping them down. Choso was kneeled at your feet and practically worshipping your pussy with his mouth—
“Th-think that’s all there is, baby-” Gasping, your hands claw atop your boyfriend’s scalp. With a feeble push, you’re trying to get his spit-slicked mouth to detach from your cunt. “I think m’done-”
“But I’m not done.” Choso stubbornly says. And even from here you can see the way his pinkish, swollen lips wobble out of pure frustration where they were sucking on your clit- moved past lickin’ up your sweet, sweet juices to toy with your pussy.
And as if on cue, you swear you could hear the rumble of his hungry stomach—bat hybrids always did get extra famished during ruts, the doctor had told you.
She’d also warned you that Choso might just suck your pussy dry if given the chance - and that seemed to be exactly what he was hellbent on doing. With his puckered lips spreading even wider open and pokin’ his tongue away into your hole, he’s slurping up any and every remnant of his own cum from mere minutes ago.
Your slick glazes all down his chin, creating a shimmery effect that made him look completely gone. “Look- look at her.” Eyes wide, completely crazed. “M’just starving for your pussy, baby—dying. I could eat her out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
Arching your cunt against his face with a whine, “S-so you’re just never gonna be full, Choso?”
“Hmmmm…” He pretends to think - or, at least, you think he’s pretending to. But with how utterly ruined he was from your honeyed sap left you wondering whether Choso Kamo was actually serious about brainstorming the answer- taking a single lick at your folds and nodding. “Yeah- never gonna be full, baby.”
“You seriously needed to taste me to get your- hck! answer-” You’re panting, sheer disbelief in your tone. “You can’t be serious, Cho-”
“Dead. Fucking. Serious.”
And then he’s wriggling his crowned muscle back between your pussylips and makes you cry out, “Oh p-please—” Two doughy pads of his fingers pryin’ aside your folds to help him get to where he wanted to taste the most.
Now he’s fingering you as well as makin’ out hotly with your pussy. Just the cushy edges of his digits searching for your sweetest spots, “S’the sweetest dessert I’ve ever tasted- the most delicious fuckin’ thing. Tastes so good. Tastes so fuckin’ good.” He murmurs wetly between your lips, long lashes fluttering as your velvety walls clench ‘round his tongue. “Always so good f’me trying to suck m-my tongue back in- never met a dessert that wanted to be eaten so badly.”
“Choso!” You’re gasping, “I’ve never heard you speak like this-”
“I’ve never been this hungry.”
But he wasn’t just hungry right now - he was absolutely starving, and eating you out like just so.
Almost experimentally, you’re pushing on Choso’s sweaty scalp and watching as he scrambles to grab onto either side of your thighs and crush himself nose-deep between your folds. “No- no no no no- don’t even joke like that, baby.” All serious. His two fanged canines peek out from underneath his upper lip, and it makes you shudder. His bat-like wings flapping behind him- “Not yet. Please not yet. You can’t seriously expect me to remove myself from your p-pussy when she’s creaming down my tongue like this—?”
“Well, I was just thinking…” You mumble, “Wouldn’t it satiate your thirst more if-”
He nips at your clit with his canines, “More if?”
“If you filled me up again, Cho?”
And then he’s peering up at you with those deep, dark irises of his - giving absolutely away in his expression. Mouth stalled. Spit drivelling. Throat bobbing with a singular gulp—
Before Choso’s on you in an instant- hands at your throat and pinning you down onto the bed, meaty thighs pushing your own apart and letting him lodge his red-hot cockhead-
“F-fuck-” Just a singular smooch at your precious cunt and Choso’s already throwing his head back in ecstasy. Back arching. His wings bolting out straight. He can’t stop himself from dribbling out in pearly beads of white that cling n’ drip down the front of your cunt, smearing it all in a glossy white shade. “Fuck- oh my god-”
“You’ve cum already?” You’re marvelling at the sticky warmth that fills you up from the inside, splatterin’ the bed around you.
Something that Choso quickly takes care of by roverin’ his greedy fingertips down and pressing them inside—in and in and in. In sinful synchronization with the constant thwacks! of his heavy base against your puffy folds, just fucking those webs of seed even deeper.
His fingers are stretchin’ aside your tight orifice and somehow managing to squeeze in—your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull at the sheer stretch of him fitting in something else. Something you hadn’t even noticed until now - the prominent knot at his base- “Mhm, told you m’ravenous for ya.” It’s a rounded ring of flesh that bullies into your entrance, shutting it tight. “S’like a never-ending feast, I get to eat your pussy out until she doesn’t know what it feels like n-not to have my mouth on her.”
You’re gasping at the feeling of him plugging your hole - feeling that lump at your very throat. “B-but how can you eat me out when you’ve got your knot in for now? Not to mention just how deep you’re fucking your cum in…”
“Ah, no worries, baby~” Choso hums, and his cock twitches inside of you. “It’s more fun that way.”
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The next time you’re meeting up with Utahime at your usual lil’ café it’s with Choso in tow.
Hand-in-hand.
Shoulders brushing shoulders in your booth.
Positively glowing after his last satiated rut.
You’d say that the meeting went quite smoothly, to be quite honest. Utahime had gotten over her initial trepidation over his hybrid species, and the conversation was flowing smoothly.
So smoothly, in fact, that at one point in some dramatic recounting of her last mission- Utahime’s hitting her fork off of the table top. Brushing aside your motions to pick it up, she herself ducks under the table to get that traitorous silver utensil.
Still continuing with her story, “—and then my dear Shoko came up to me and said-”
From above, both you and Choso look at each other in confusion as your friend abruptly stops in the middle of her story.
From below, Utahime felt the soul escape her body the second she accidentally caught a glimpse of your legs, of the short skirt that covered none of the…rabid bite marks littered all across your thighs. She didn’t even have to look too hard to see the way that inched up the inner parts of your legs, closer and closer to…
When she finally resurfaces, the two of you notice that she seemed rather…pale.
You start, “Is everything alri-”
“I think I just figured out what you meant by ‘alternatives’.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Fire-BENDER!
Name: Ryomen Sukuna
Age: Don’t ask.
Hybrid type: Genitive draconis
Height: 9’7+
Weight class: 10000kg - ??
Other notes: It is quite rare to come across a dragon hybrid specimen, and this particular one is an exceptional example of the male dragon. Approaching rut it seems that horns have grown larger, wings have grown stronger, and overall body composition has become much more imposing - all likely in the hopes of seducing his mate, the human (further research see page…)
It must be noted that this particular subject is rather temperamental, and this attitude may pass over to the hormone-fueled rut, as well.
You were arranged to be married to Ryomen Sukuna.
It was not a deal that you had a hand in making, nor one that you had the right to reject.
It was the union between two clans, the marriage between human and myth, the collision of two worlds once thought to be forever separated. And thanks to the ingeniousness of your clan’s elders, it seems that those power-fueled daydreams are now becoming a reality.
And there you were, the scapegoat of it all.
They didn’t care whether you were killed by the infamous King of Hybrids - that had no matter to them, they’d still have the fame of being the first in hundreds of thousands of years to successfully barter a marriage between human and dragon.
Which might have been why no one showed up to your wedding day.
It was quite the solemn affair, if you do say so yourself. Decent, perhaps, at best. The stiff routine of pledges to one another that should have been romantic passed by you in a blur, until ultimately you were bowing to the pink-haired hybrid before you and realized that you were bowing to your husband. To each other. Husband and wife.
Until you found yourself steeped in the most important tradition of all—the wedding night.
You sat on the farthest corner of a bed far grander than king-sized - fit for a dragon, you supposed. And as you waited for your new husband to do something - anything - you contemplated just what that hulking figure of his might mean for you in bed-
“Before we do anything, should you so wish-” He gruffs out, turned away from you so you didn’t have to see his expression. Though, you could make out the faint dusting of pink at the very tip-tops of his ears, “-you should know something.”
“Yes, anything.” You answer, brows furrowing.
“I’m in rut.”
It comes out so matter-of-fact, and you find yourself speechless for a few seconds.
A few seconds in which Sukuna finds himself exhaling, “Look- I understand if you don’t wish to consummate our marriage tonight, I won’t take fuckin’ offense if-”
“Apologies for interrupting-” Though you didn’t feel a speck of remorse, “-but I was actually about to say that I’m glad for the fact.”
He turns to you with hungry eyes.
You’re taken right then and there on the edge of the expansive bed, the velvety sheets drenched in all your sappy juices. Sukuna smacks! down both his plush, reddened tips between your pussylips (dragon hybrids had two, it seemed) and grins at the way your cunt tries to sluuuurp him up- “Are you sure yer a human, brat?” He’s asking for the nth time this past hour.
“F-for the last time-” You gasp, eyes shuttering shut at the teasin’ feeling of his matching cockheads gliding all down your quivering orifice. “-I-I am—fuck.”
Only for your mouth to fall into such a sultry oh! of pleasure, eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull once Sukuna engulfs one of his tips inside of your cunt. That curve at the end of his shaft was just delicious, opening up your dewy wet entrance in ways you didn’t even know were possible. Stretchin’ out that adorable hole of yours so wiiiiidely around the dragon’s cockhead that you swear you’re seeing stars—
“And yer soooo fucking sure?” Sukuna scoffs, crimson eyes rolling. “How m’I supposed to know that’s not just that pussy talking, huh, mama?”
Before you can bite out a response, his slick-glazed tip was raaaapidly pumping in and out of your core. Not even waiting for you to get used to the sheer primal stretch, not even waiting for himself to get used to the suctioning sensation of your soaked walls.
Sukuna’s using one tattooed hand of his to hold onto your pretty throat and smack! you back down onto his honed v-line. The ridges of his muscles against your thighs driving you absolutely wild, “Because there’s no way- fuck, takin’ me so well like this…” His bleary eyes lock down at the spread-apart lips of your cunt, the way you spurted out just a bit of gloss with each ram. “You’ve gotta be some type of- of pussy hybrid, or something-”
“P-pussy hybrid?” You gape, and for a moment you’re not sure if you heard him correctly with the way that Sukuna was shovelling his achin’ erection into you so hard that you eardrums pop!
“Mhmmm—” He’s confirming, a primal waver in his voice. You can only watch as the King cups the second of his stacked cocks- whilst one was rudely plummeting in and out of your cunt, the other was being guided by him to knock against your cute asshole. “Tell me the truth, brat- are ya seriously just some fuh-fuck- sort of hybrid sent to ruin me? Maybe a succubus?”
“I’m not a- ngh.” But you’re being cut off by the feeling of his incredible second girth kissin’ your other hole. Just barely stretching out the outer rim before pulling back as if nothing had happened.
“I’ll give those cute holes of yours what you want if you give me the- ngh, truth.”
“But I am, I am!” You’re crying out, your spine arching against the soft mattress as he starts striking at your cervix rhythmically. As if he was trying to fuck the answer out of you. As if he was trying to plug up your shattered throat with all his gluey wads of pre.
You reach your hands out to claw at Sukuna’s sculptured deltoids and he groans, “Mhmmmm—that can’t be.” He’s looking down at you seriously, a pink-colored brow raising with a scoff. “How else are ya gonna explain how this is the s-strongest fucking rut of my entire life?”
“I can’t-”
“And what about the way I just can’t- stop- fucking you-” Two of his roughened palms hold onto your waist tight and fill up your geysering orifice, pressing you down onto the plush mattress as he drills into you.
The pistoning of his hips was rude on your cunt- but utterly teasing against your backside. Simply stretching on your hole with his flared tip, “The way I can’t stop listening to wh-whatever this pussy wants- fuck, and the king never bows to anyone.” Sukuna scowls, entire face furrowing into an expression you couldn’t differentiate between fury and ecstasy. “The way I can’t stop fucking you- fuck. The way I know m’gonna me dreaming of this pussy tonight and the night after, and the night after. The way—” He puffs out a heaving breath, smoke curdling out of him. “-the way I think m’gonna fucking die if I stopped fucking her- you’ve got me hypnotized. You’ve got me addicted. You must be some- some succubus hybrid. Some pussy hybrid-”
“I’m just human.” You’re blatantly replying, and you squeeze your slurping walls in emphasis-
Only for that single act to nearly break Ryomen Sukuna.
He damn near collapses on top of you, with his sweaty forehead pressed into the crook of your neck. “Y-you lie.”
“I do not-”
“How else are ya gonna explain how I c-can’t even-” Even as he says it, Sukuna’s scaly wings flinch and flutter open. The feeling of your cunt clamping down on him was just too fucking good- “-control my fucking pheromones anymore?”
As the saturation of spiced wine grows stronger in the air, your lungs attempt to gulp the addictive scent down. “M’seriously just a human-”
“And you’re trying to tell me that the King of Hybrids has fallen before a mere human?”
You open your mouth to answer—but your new husband’s merely shutting you up with a vulgar few pumps that leave you gasping for air. Your eyes shuttering as he thrusts you into a high in absolutely no time.
One you didn’t even expect.
One you didn’t even know was coming.
One so strong that it makes his crimson wings snap! open and tremble sensitively at the squeezing of your cunt.
The white-hot pleasure rips through your body and leaves you whining, mouth falling agape. “Oh- oh my god, you’re such a—” Without warning, you clamor a hold onto Sukuna’s red horns- gripping onto it for dear life as the orgasm bubbles in your veins. “-fuck, keep going, Kuna.”
“As you wish, ma’am.”
And you don’t know who’s more surprised by the response that falls out of Sukuna’s mouth - your or him.
But almost as if to make you forget just what he’d said, he’s roverin’ his puckered tip down the side of your walls- easily locating your g-spot and ruuuuubbing down that particular area with his veiny shaft. “Y-your ears did not hear that.” He rasps out, something seething in his tone. And before you know it, his second dribblin’ tip eases its way through your second hole - both swollen cocks massaging your channels in one go. So big that you could almost feel them rub against one another- “If I g-give you both, you did not hear a thing, brat.”
Still trembling from your last high, you mime zipping your lips shut. “Didn’t hear a thing.”
“That’s my wife—”
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After your honeymoon was over - a trip through the serene countryside, as organized by Sukuna who willed that a proper honeymoon was only befitting for a marriage that had been less than planned from your end - you were met with a surprise once you arrived back home to the Sukuna Estate.
Your attendants had informed you that you had guests waiting in the meeting hall. And who you might have assumed to be your friends, or perhaps your parents, had been none other than…your clan’s council.
Here to check whether the King of Hybrids had left you alive until now, you presume. Though not out of concern for your health.
They glanced over you and straightened immediately at the sight of Sukuna following just behind.
And while you hear your husband’s tail swish in annoyance behind you, you’re raising your hand to him as a gesture that you could handle it. Because, of course, you could handle it.
“My dear-” You’re starting off, barely looking in the direction of the elderly men seated in the room before you. “-would you mind letting the house staff know to prepare some tea for our ah- guests?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
How you relished in the look on their faces.
♡ INO TAKUMA - Hop to it!
Name: Ino Takuma
Age: 21
Hybrid type: Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus
Height: 5’10+
Weight class: 75kg - 85kg.
Other notes: Unmated however seems to express interest in a companion close to him (human?) Even for a rabbit hybrid, subject seems rather…exciteable in relation to his rut. Healthy pheromones, above-average stamina, exceptional desire to breed.
“A-am I pregnant yet, pretty?” Ino somehow manages to babble through his teeth, barely even audible through the constant wrecked moans and the bubbles of spit that just keep on leaking out of his mouth.
At least…until you’re swervin’ your gummy cunt back down his length and it makes Ino throw his head back with a whine. Just the prettiest noises you’ve ever heard, it’s enough to make your pussy throb a few more times before you’re speeding up your pace down his slender hips.
Watching as the bunny hybrid below you squirms n’ whimpers with each gyration, “P-please-” He gasps out wetly through his tears, and you feel both of Ino’s hands come up to plaster upon either side of your hips. Cute nose twitching, “Please, I need to get- ngh, I don’t think it even works like that but…”
“Oh, Taku—” You’re cooing out fondly- and the mere sound of your voice was enough to make his bulbous tip empty out a few more wads of cum. “I don’t think it works like that, baby. I don’t think you can get pregnant-”
“But how do we know if we don’t try—?” He insists- and you swear his adorably bush-like tail must be quivering by now. He’s just so pussydrunk right now that logic wasn’t even an existing concept in his brain right now.
His rut had him completely stupid. Your pussy had him completely stupid.
All creamy and soaked with how many times he’s emptied his balls out into you by now.
And as if to prove his nonsensical point, Ino’s lifting you slightly - just slightly, he couldn’t possibly handle anything more - off of his achin’ hot cock. It makes your entrance leak out in the webs of Ino’s high, so much of it streaming down your inner thighs and making the man below you gulp at the display.
You certainly couldn’t forget that rabbit hybrids might cum fast—real fast, but they sure did have the stamina to last all night. Especially Ino.
Almost as if he was hypnotized, he’s reaching a hand up and thumbing along the mess that he himself had made. Pushing just a few of those creamy white dollops inside of you, mouth gaped and awestruck at the sheer amount of volume that’d been stuffed in your cunt. “S-see?” He breathily whispers, more to himself than anything. And Ino had such long, silken ears the same chestnut shade as his hair - they raise in alertness as they look between your glistening folds. “See- there’s just soooo much, sweetness, ngh- s-surely at least one drop of this s’gonna end up with me pregnant?”
“Oh, Taku—ngh.” Back arching as his hips start funnelling upwards into yours.
Providing your greedy cunt with so many inches- Ino was just the perfect thickness. Not too slender so that his flared edges hit each one of your tender spots, not too thick so that he didn’t have to wait for you to get used to the size before fucking you hard- fast-
“S-see how much I’ve filled you up?” He’s gurgling out, his nose twitching with keen interest. “See how much of my cum is dribblin’ out? I keep fucking it inside and it’s still- ngh, coming out-” Pleading with you. Begging to you. The air grows even more saturated with his sweet sunflower-like scent, “So s-surely…don’t tell me we can’t, pretty. I’ve cum inside you so much that I feel pregnant—”
You have to stifle a giggle - he was just too cute. “Baby, it won’t end up with you pregnant-” Enough to make his entirely pretty face become crestfallen, long ears drooping with sadness. Aw, it was just too cute. “-but it might just get me pregnant, if that’s what you want…”
“Y-you?”
Nodding, “So hop to it- if that’s what you want.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And it only takes a split-second for him to brighten back up like a Christmas tree - ears upright, eyes shining with interest, the reddened tip of his cock jolting once, twice, thrice—
“So it’s you that gets pregnant- it’s your pretty pussy that I get to fill up until she- hah, can’t take anymore.”
Before he’s thumpin’ it straight against the back of your womb and cumming with a wet squelch! Again. The noise rings in both your eardrums and makes Ino groan at the realization that he was filling you up again-
“Oh- oh, I’ve…” His spit-slicked lips fall open, and a blush grows even stronger on the tips of Ino’s ears. “I’ve cum again- that must be a sign of good luck, right, pretty?” Urging his hips up even higher, “A sign that you’re gonna give me the cutest son?”
You’re shivering at the sultry sensation that you don’t think you’d ever get used to, “Y-yes, baby—”
“Baby—oh.” And you could practically see his dark pupils take on the form of hearts at the very sound of you calling him that. Though- in Ino’s pussydrunken brain, it’s registering as something else entirely. Whispering, “We’re gonna have a baby- m’gonna fuck a baby into you.”
“You’re so- mmm, insatiable.” You gasp, placing each of your palms atop his pecs to balance yourself as you start roverin’ your hips back down.
And you might think that meant he would be happy about the way you start to bounce down his toned pelvis- you might that meant he would be happy to see you trying to fuck his gluey white wads even deeper. But no—Ino takes one look at the way you were bouncing out sultry figure-eights on his erection, and he’s immediately tightening his hold on your hips.
He doesn’t care if he’s leaving nail marks on your poor skin for daaaaays- “N-no, don’t do that, sweetness.” Gritting through his clenched teeth, Ino pins your hips down whilst he bucks his ravenous hips into yours. Taking control now, he pecks and glides his puckered tip against your cervix- “Like you said, I’m s’pposd to be the one fucking you pregnant- me. So let me feed this pretty cunt my cum, m’kay? She must be so tired from r-riding me by now…”
“But I like it, Taku—” You’re insisting, and yet you still let him slam his parched tip inside your every tight orifice like he was addicted to the feeling - and he was.
He couldn’t last even a single second without slide-slide-sliding along your g-spot, the curved edge of his cockhead swabbin’ into every crevice and making the ivory mess inside you splash about. His pinkish lower lip juts out in a pout, “Well you can’t do that when you’re all round n’ glowing n’ pregnant- m’kay? S’gonna tire you and the baby-”
“Oh, I see…” You can’t stop the smile from spreading across your lips.
And Ino can’t stop the way he’s fervently nodding, “S’my duty, m’kay? M’your mate now-” Before you can register a single thing, he leans over and gnaws down on the side of your neck. “-so you hafta let me do all the w-work to get you pregnant okay?”
“Yes, Taku, ngh.” Dazedly nodding, “And what do I do until then, hm?”
He thinks for just a few sultry seconds, before his ears twitch with the idea—“Pull on my ears, pretty, s’gonna make me cum even faster.”
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And the next time that Ino’s heading to Dr. Shoko Ieri’s clinic, it’s with you hand-in-hand. And she doesn’t quite need a check-up to diagnose what that rounded belly of yours meant.
“Congratulations.” She’s droning out, and you glimpse her thin brown brows raising behind her clipboard. “You’re pregnant.”
And before you two can celebrate, she deadpans.
“You might want to sit down to hear just how many you’re pregnant with.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Cuffin’ season.
Name: Gojo Satoru
Age: 28
Hybrid type: Vulpes vulpes
Height: 6’5+
Weight class: Got offended when asked.
Other notes: Unmated subject, particularly prideful in his ability to woo though remains at odds with the object of his affections (interestingly, a rabbit hybrid—for more on the dynamic see page 2). Warned against displaying rut symptoms due to the sheer intensity.
Exceptional coat. Exceptional looks. Also note that subject is an exceptional pain in the ass.
“Felony tax evasion.”
The fox hybrid’s face drops at the words that escape your mouth- so infuriatingly handsome, he looked better when he was taken by surprise instead of insulting you.
As a new patrol officer, you’d been assigned to investigate this particular fox hybrid in Tokyo, known for swindling people out of their hard-earned money. And you’d found him, of course - you just didn’t think that he’d be so attractive.
It’d taken six minutes of him flirting with you to realize that you were a cop.
“$200 a day, 365 days a year since you were twelve- that’s two seconds, so times 20 which is $1,460,000 owed in taxes—I think.” You’re reciting those numbers off of the top of your brain, as if it was absolutely nothing. And the more you spoke the more flabbergasted the man before you looked- oh, how it made you smile. “I mean, I really am just a dumb bunny - but we are good at multiplying.”
“H-hey now-” Gojo rasps out, looking down at the cutesy police officer that he was slowly but surely learning not to underestimate. “-let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. In my defense, I’m in rut!”
“Ruts don’t make you commit tax evasion.”
“…”
…”
“You got me there.”
“And according to your tax forms, you reported- oh! Zero.” You falsely gasp, flipping through your clipboard. Before looking up at Gojo with a bat of your lashes, hands reaching for the cuffs on your belt. “Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is an offense punishable with up to five years in jail.”
“Aw, c’mon!” He seethes, “What’s a man gotta do to make a dishonest living ‘round here-” Though at your deadpan look he shuts up, “Fine- what’s something else that’ll get you to let me off easy, sweetheart?”
“Let you off easy?” You question, slightly leaning backwards.
And his eyes sweep down every corner and curve of your body, “Yeah- let me off easy.”
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“Fuh-fuck—” Gojo’s breathing out into the crook of your neck, nostrils flaring as he drinks in the saturated scent of your pheromones - so fuckin’ sweet that he can feel his mouth start to water at the idea of simply taking a bite.
Shaking his head free of that particular day dream, he shovels his reddened cock into you with such explosive fervour. “Fuck, this is the perfect pussy. This is the perfect lil’ cunt to suck me up- ngh, are all bunnies this cute when they fuck- or s’it just you, sweetheart?” Just thud after thud! of his rotund tip.
It was the perfect curvature to leave your toes curling, and your teeth gritting at the rhythmic pleasure. You’re looking over your shoulder at the fox and struggling to keep your voice steady, “Just sh-shut up and fuck me, Toru.”
“Mmm, s’what I’m doing, silly bunny.” He rolls his eyes, knees digging even deeper into the cushion of your backseat. “And shit—” You’re clenching instinctually around him and you can feel his entire sculptured body behind you shiver- “-shit it just feels so fucking good.”
“God, I don’t know how but you’re hitting all the right spots.” You’re whimpering, feeling his glazed tip satisfy carnal itches within you that you didn’t even know you had. He was just so big that he was easily rub-rub-rubbing his swollen cockhead over your g-spot, and then thrusting right in to massage you with his prominent veins.
“Heh, you’re welcome.”
It’d taken mere seconds to drag you to your police car and bend you over in the back - mere seconds.
And mere split-seconds for Gojo to take a niiiice long look at the globes of your ass and decide he wants to give your ass cheeks a good squeeze. And decide to grab onto the fluffy tuft of your tail and pull you to him—“H-hey! Where’d you think you’re pulling-”
“Your tail, duh.” He’s unapologetically replying, “Honestly- I can’t tell if you really are just a dumb bunny or m’just fucking you dumb.”
“You’re too f-full of yourself.” You scoff.
“Too f-f-f-full of myself?” Gojo dramatically whines, quite a few octaves higher than what you actually sounded like. And as if he’s irritating you on purpose (he most definitely is) he’s tuggin’ on your sensitive tail once more and letting his cock’s hilt spank your drivelling hole. “Actually- I think it’s you who’s full of me, sweetheart.”
Your jaw drops at the sheer audacity of him, “K-keep talking and that won’t be the case any longer-”
“Oh, so I’m gonna be full of you—?” He’s cooing out, and you’re not sure whether these were the fox hybrid’s genuine pussydrunken babbles- or he was simply driving you wild. And succeeding. “You’d be the first to peg me, you slutty bunny, but I wouldn’t be ngh- opposed-”
“God, do you ever just shut up-” You’re bursting out, followed almost immediately by an elongated keen shattering from your throat. It was at that very moment that Gojo had decided to lurch his hips backwards and sloppily smooch at your throbbing g-spot, so hard that your entire body goes limp.
His fox-like ears twitch in the direction of your lecherous sounds, as if he was committing them to memory. “It seems neither you nor this pussy can…h-heh.” As if on cue, the background noise of your cunt seems to increase in volume.
And Gojo’s feeling his ruby-red tip twitch at the lecherous noise, like he couldn’t get enough of it. He’s rutting and rutting and rutting until his swollen shaft is feeling all red and raw- until he shakes with the phantom shivers of your walls clenchin’ all around him and he still wants more. “And I can’t help it- just can’t fuckin’ help it.” He’s the one falling apart on your gooey wet walls, and yet you’re the one being teased. “Just love chattin’ with this pretty pussy- you’ve got such a sweet pussy, bunny, she loves me too m-”
“Satoru, if you don’t shut up then m’banning you from this.”
“Please no, ma’am.”
“Then do it.”
He swishes his tail in excitement, “And what you want me to do is—?”
“Fuck me properl- oh!”
You didn’t have to ask him twice.
Because within mere moments, Gojo has his hand tightened around the puffy part of your tail and disrespectfully hauls you down to meet his hips. As if you were nothing but a ragdoll, he targets a few hits to your cervix that leave you bawling from both pairs of lips.
“Dangerous thing to ask a fox.”
Blinking back the tears in your eyes, “Wh-what do you-”
“Don’tcha know what you just asked, lil’ bunny?” Gojo questions, and it’s in a strangely…quieter tone of his voice. One that felt more primal. One that sent shivers down your spine.
When you’re not answering quickly enough for him, he’s slithering his second hand down to tease between your pussylips. That softened index and thumb pinching your clit until you’re seeing stars, “Don’tcha know what sly, cunning foxes do to c-cute lil’ bunnies like you?”
“Wh-what-” Even though you damn well knew- you were swerving your hips down onto his plump cockhead like you were addicted to the stretch of him in your deepest insides.
“Foxes eat bunnies like you.”
You shiver, and Gojo’s increasing the pace of his veiny shaft pummeling inside of you. He’s striking your spongy cervix one-two-three times a single second, he’s twisting his fingertips over your clit. He’s hauling you straight back down onto him using your tail—and acting as if he wasn’t just driving you maddened.
“And espeeeeecially for a fox in rut- oh, you’re just lucky I don’t wreck this pussy until she doesn’t remember anything but the feeling of my cock- ngh. M’one of the good foxes, see?” Dollops of Gojo’s saliva strike the arch of your spine- and you’re realizing with a jolt that he was drooling at the feeling of sloppily gliding his length between your pussylips. “You’re lucky I haven’t carved my name out into the back of your cervix…yet.” Dangerously, his puckered tip throbs at the very back of your pussy. “Fucking lucky I don’t shut you up by filling you up with so much of my cum that you feel it at your throat.”
“F-fuck-” You try to lurch fowards on instinct, and Gojo casually manhandles you down as though it was nothing. Hand still gripped firmly ‘round your tail-
“Don’t make me pull on those ears, too, bunny.” He’s hissing, hips growing just as slopping as his slurring was. Gojo flicks his fingers on your clit and you almost don’t hear his next few words, “Fuckin’ lucky I don’t- mmm, breed you until you hafta carry around a child with my name- hey.”
“What now-” You bite back at his sudden change of tone at the end.
“If I did knot you—” And you swear you feel the slowly-thickening hilt of his cock pulsate readily against your pussylips, “-d’you think we’d make foxes or rabbits, heh?”
“Shit, are you pussydrunk-”
Gojo fucks that shocked impression clean off of your face, feeling the slightest twinges of something sizzling at the pit of his stomach. “Just kidding—!” Muddying his mind. Making him actually think of certain possibilities as he pumped you full of milky white- “Unless…”
And then you’re both stumbling into your high.
Your taking you over in a startled flash, Gojo’s making him shake and quiver and quiver and gnaw down on the damned inside of his cheek to stop himself from gnawing down on you-
“Fuck-” The fox hybrid streams out a slew of sweears underneath his breath, blue eyes clenching as he rides out the blissful waves on your cunt. It was making his toned body shake, it was making him hold onto your cute body like a lifeline as he emptied out his swollen balls into your cunt.
You were just so damn soft around him that it felt as though you were molding to each of his sensitive twitches. Your velvety walls fluttering around him as Gojo fucks you through both of your highs, “How’s it feel- being fucked by the bad fox- hah, having him cum inside you?”
Toes curling at the white-hot pleasure of your own high, it ran through you like electricity. “So good—I feel so f-full inside.”
“Mmm, shit.” He marvels at the way that only makes his overworked divot start streaming out in even more gooey wads of cum. It fills you up until it’s overspilling, and Gojo’s blushin’ tip can only endlessly swab those gluey ribbons into your tiniest of orifices. “Fuck fuck fuck- bunny, we really might just make ngh- the cutest kids ever.”
“Please-” You gasp, your hips reaching a feverish point simply papping! down onto his. You’re turning your teary face over your shoulder to look at him, “Please- w-won’t be able to do that if you don’t knot me, Toru…”
And oh, fuck—
Gojo Satoru thinks he could’ve creamed all over again right then and there.
Gojo Satoru thinks he just does when - with a rough few thrusts - he somehow manages to sink his incredible girth inside. All the way till the hilt. All the way till the rounded swelling of his base manages to bully inside- stretching your cunt out so wiiiiiide that all you can do is let out muffled mewls.
You gasp once his knot finally plops! inside- hot and thick and throbbing inside of you. You squirm, “Fuck- fuck, s’too fucking big. I should arrest you just for this.”
“Oh yeah-” And to your surprise, Gojo simply responds by letting go of your tail (finally!) to duck a hand down onto the carpeted floor and bring up his discarded button-up. Fishing for something in his front pocket-
Your jaw drops once he shows you an official police badge.
“Gojo Satoru, undercover agent, at your service, bunny.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - RIDE ‘EM, COWGIRL!
Name: Higuruma Hiromi
Age: 30’s (approx.)
Hybrid type: Equus caballus
Height: 6’6+
Weight class: 900kg - 1000kg.
Other notes: Sleek coat. Intelligent. The mature type. Subject has revealed that he has not been having regular ruts, with the last one being over ten years ago and yielded with no mate. Likely obstructions of stress, hormonal imbalances, and pure chance. Symptoms of upcoming rut persist.
It must be noted that, even for a horse hybrid, the specimen is rather…well-endowed. And considering the fact that the subject’s mate is of the human type (with no prior experience in horse hybrid ruts)—further investigation must be conducted as to the procedures during the upcoming rut period.
It had started slow at first.
It had started without Higuruma even realizing.
He’d simply come back home from his law firm one day, exceptionally tired with no particular reason as to why. Somewhat feverish. Somewhat out-of-breath. It couldn’t have been the extra cases he was taking on (Higuruma had trudged through even higher workloads than this before, relatively this was a piece of cake), it couldn’t have been any illness (he visited the doctor, of course, and she’d said that there was absolutely nothing to worry about). But Higuruma had been worrying far too much that he hadn’t even had the time to flip through his medical report as thoroughly as he might have liked.
And it’s only because of you—“Hiromi, have you read through this?” Asking him in that sweet voice of yours one night. With his medical report propped open and your lips slightly parted as you swept your eyes through it.
To which he’d absent-mindedly looked up from one of his law books - Higuruma had dismissed himself from work early today, for the first time in his life. Though he was determined to get himself back in the office by tomorrow- that burning heat underneath his skin be damned. “Pardon, my angel? I don’t believe I have.”
“Well, you might want to open up another book then.” You’re grinning at his visible confusion, “A book of baby names.”
You’ve never seen the stoic man so stunned, gulping. On the verge of being ruined. “E-excuse me?”
“You’re experiencing pre-rut, Hiromi.”
It’s less than two hours later when your husband has you splayed out across his chiselled front, sweat-slicked abs moving and massaging against your back at a fervent pace as he fucked you from underneath. Such a filthy full nelson.
Your drivelling maw agape. Your legs spread wiiiide open. Your pussylips being funnelled with his thickened, throbbing inches from behind—he barely even has to try to give you particularly rough thrusts that make your mouth water.
It was the only position in which Higuruma’s absolutely massive length could fit inside you - the perks of having a horse hybrid as a husband, you guessed. And while you weren’t used to Higuruma’s entire size on a normal day, attempting to take him during his rut?
Oh, you were hopeful.
One look at his furious erection, and you knew that you won’t be making it out of this alive. He was much, much larger than usual - with his blushin’ tip almost doubling in size whenever he pumped himself viciously inside, with his girth looking almost engorged right before he was tunneling himself in. Red-hot. Veins pumping.
Higuruma was just so damn hard right now that you swear you can taste the creamy, salted-caramel flavor of his precum welling up at your throat—and you whine as he’s pulling out.
“Oh, fuck-” He’s whispering gruffly into the crook of your neck, with the edges of his canines grazing down your soft throat. Now, you knew that Higuruma wasn’t exactly the predatory type- but it still made a carnal part of you shiver to feel him leer down at your pulsating pussy. “Fuck, you don’t know how hah- how fuckin’ long I’ve wanted to fuck you like this.”
Your eyes widen, “You- you have?”
“Mhmm—not that I wouldn’t fuck you right even w-without my rut.” Murmuring- almost as if to prove his point, his rounded tip ends up lodged at your cervix with a wet thwack! “I would. I did. But with this I get to…mmmm, fill your cunt up until she remembers my name and nothing more. I get to smack at her pretty lips whenever she talks back.” Right on time, the tight curve of his ballsack ends up slamming against your treacly front. “I get to watch myself go in and out, iiiiiin and out- fuckin’ lucky that you have a horse hybrid for a husband, sugar, I get to see when exactly m’kissing that cute cervix of yours.”
“P-please-”
And one of his wide hands cascades down the front of your core, with his palm splayed out right above your womb. Higuruma was just so damn big that his thick, cylindrical cock was outlining a damn tummy bulge on top of your womb. “See- there. Mwah.”
One hit bruising your gooey pussy.
“And there again.”
Two hits.
“And again.”
Three hits.
He continues through a raspy groan, “And th-that’s not all…”
Before you can question that little sentence of his, his rude palm glides over where the globular edge of his cock was chasing your cervix. And Higuruma wastes no time squeezing his doughy palm doooown on that lil’ bump (well, not quite little…).
“-I get to fuck you like I disrespect you, my angel.”
“Oh my-” You don’t even have the words. The coherent trains of thought. With either of your feet planted flatly on the bed, you’re jerking your limbs up and attempting to move—whether back down onto him or away, you’re not quite sure. “Holy fuck, I didn’t know that you could fuck like this-”
“Ah ah-” And before you can even register it, Higuruma loops one arm ‘round your waist and draaaags you right back down onto his hilt. Feeling the scruffy trail of his hairs tickle the back of your cunt, feeling him press his bulbous tip against the back of your pussy and bruise—“-n’ just because you didn’t know doesn’t mean you can- ngh, run away.”
“I wasn’t trying to-”
“Good.” Higuruma’s cutting you off with his stern tone, striking your gooey pussy so hard that you see damn stars- “Keep it that way then.”
And then you can’t move, you can’t even squirm.
He had one hand wrapped around your body, and the other flicking at your throbbing clit. The crowned edges of your husband’s fingers tease all down your slobbery slit, squeezing between your pussylips and pinching your cute clit.
And no matter how much you’re jolting in his arms, you’re completely at his mercy.
Because not only is Higuruma ploughing into you like an utter madman, he’s holding you down to him. He’s holding you hostage on his cock that even breathing means you can feel him plunging straight into your lungs. “Isn’t it greeeeeat? You know exactly when m’getting into that womb of yours- see- see, giddy up, girl, you can see it. Heh…you’re shaking, angel.”
He’s tightening both hands on your body so that sparks of white-hot pleasure rush across your body and make you mewl—
“What did I say?” He draaaaags on your throbbing clit until you cry out, ramming faster and faster and faster. An incredible pace, three direct strikes to your g-spot and your cervix per second. “Don’t run. Simple as that.”
“B-but-” You’re reaching blindly above your head- somewhere beyond you to hold onto for dear life. But the only thing your greedy fingertips manage to grab onto are the sweat-stained locks of Higuruma’s hair. It seems even that’d grown longer during the transformation of his rut, silky and flowing. “-but then what am I even supposed to do-”
“Why, that should be obvious-” He breathes, scorching hot from somewhere behind you. “-all you have to do…”
You’re yelping as he bucks his hips just a little higher, further splaying you out helplessly on his lap. On his swollen cock. On his honed thrusts.
Higuruma furrows his dark brows as the hand restraining your restless body slides down your front and presses pointedly on your cylindrical outline. “All you have to do is wait until I can fuck this cute bump—” Making you whine on the way he massages that spot, sending pleasure bubbling twofold at your voice. “-into a bump tha’s even bigger, hm?”
“You mean-”
“Yes.”
He was going to fuck that particular spot at your channel - your womb - until he’d fucked a baby into you. A baby bump is what he meant. Perhaps it’s this realization, perhaps it’s simply the way he increases his cadence, but you’re hurtled into your high and Higuruma fucks you right through it-
Mouth agape.
Toes curling.
A kaleidoscope of tears formulating behind your eyelids as he hits each peak precisely- somehow pinpointing each tender patch of nerves with his flared tip. “Mmm—” As you keep on riding your wave of bliss on his slick-glazed length, he feels himself empty out in wadded pre. Puddled out way deeply into the back of your cervix- “-I might hafta call out of work tomorrow…”
.
.
.
The questions hit you the instant you’re stepping into the office.
Well, given that it wasn’t your office so the questions were bound to come had they not known you - but more so because of the fact that everyone here already knew you.
Higuruma Hiromi’s wife.
The boss’s wife.
They crowd around you with concerned expressions - and you couldn’t blame them. Had you not been the one to let Higuruma know of his little ah- condition, then you would have been worried as to why your workaholic husband wasn’t at work, either.
The queries are thrown at you—
“Oh my god, he’s dead-”
“He’s not dead, he’s likely sick-”
“The Higuruma Hiromi I know would be at work even on his death bed.”
“Maybe he got caught up in a really tough case-”
“Is he really okay, ma’am?”
“Calm yourselves, calm yourselves.” You’re placating your husband’s coworkers and employees with an open smile.
All you’d come here for was to drop off the letter of your husband’s temporary leave- though he’d begged and begged for you to stay. Though, to be quite honest, you think if he had his way then you wouldn’t ever be able to leave the house.
But you did - no matter how much trouble you had…walking.
You answer them, “Hiromi is alright, you could say he’s just a little bit ah- out of sorts, at the moment.” Before anyone can rush to any tragic conclusions, “He’ll just be taking a much-needed break for a few days before coming back better than ever, I promise!”
There’s a sigh of relief, before-
You think to yourself, “Oh, but he might need some considerable time off in the future.”
“Time off?” One fresh intern squeaked out amongst the burst of whispers, “I-I mean- we obviously would love for our boss to have some for himself! But what sort of time off, ma’am?”
“Ah-” You smile, “Paternity leave.”
A/N. HYBRIDSSSSSSSSSSSSS- Canva broke down like twice while making this.
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