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hi hi!! could I request some gay t4t tenzo (naruto) x m!reader who's known him since his anbu days? im always a slut for that "im incapable of being loved for the things ive done" (reader) "we're both just as bad so we can be unloveable together" (tenz) dynamic hehe
would love to have them be intimate and vulnerable and tenzo reassuring him with physicality and praise 👉👈
‧₊˚🍡𖦹🌸‧₊˚.transmale!tenzo x transmale!reader
"i could stare at your back all day"
summary - you and tenzo have been friends since your anbu division "root" days. since tenzo returned from his mission as squad 7s leader, you notice the many positive changes getting away from the life of an anbu had on him, while you stay rooted. fearing that your closest friend may be pulling away from you, you pull away first. what you don't know is that tenzo fears the same, but he isn't willing to let you go so easily.
cw - use of the terms boy pussy, boy cunt, cunt, dick, & clit for reader & tenzo , reader & tenzo have bottom growth , tenzo has top surgery , angst with a happy ending , first kiss , friends to lovers , confessions , praise kink (reader receiving) , gentle sex , fingering , frottage , bottom growth-front hole penetration , crying during sex , outdoor sex , ooc tenzo prolly
no ai used, i just like sexy punctuation
tenzo had been yours before you even knew it. you'd met for the first time in the anbu black op division root when you were only children, too young to be doing what you had. little spies; that's what you were. small enough to sneak around unnoticed, young enough to fool the people you were charged to kill. that was the life you knew. that was the life you decided you'd be content with as long as tenzo was by your side. you thought that you'd be each other's best friends forever. what a childish dream. how unrealistic.
you were fine staying at your current rank. you didn't want the pressure of leading. your bloodied hands weighed you down enough. tenzo, however, seemed to gain new life as a ninja. he had those three chunin that looked up to him. kakashi hatake respected him. he started saving lives instead of taking them. you.. you were the same as always. a machine until tenzo paid you mind. what kind of life was that?
"everyone knows, then?" you ask him. you and tenzo stood on his small balcony. a couple of bottles of soju had already been shared. you were feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable. "who you were made from?"
tenzo stared at the setting sun. his large, dark eyes looked as if they were glowing. "i was exposed, yes." he replied. "it's not as if i expected my identity to stay hidden forever. the wood release jutsu was mastered only by the first hokage.. and myself, i suppose."
he turned to you. "and you?" the sudden shift in conversation catches you off guard. you have no glorious story to tell. just one of more lives taken.
"there were spies from the village hidden in the mist. they wanted to take us off guard while many of our jounin were out on missions. they didn't get far." you didn't have to explain what you meant. tenzo just gave a knowing nod. there wouldn't be much for the two of you to speak of anymore. you'd drift further apart until you were stangers. you'd have no one, then. the grip you had on the railing tightened. "i should turn in." you say, not letting your voice waver. when you reached the sliding door, tenzo looked back at you. he knew you too well to believe your head wasn't racing.
"our conversations have gotten short." he was right. you two used to speak for hours over tea, sometimes forgetting the drinks altogether because you were so enraptured. you were too different now. "nothing else you want to talk to me about?"
your smile was small but there. "not that i can think of." you shrug. "miss me so much you're trying to keep me here, huh?"
"yes." tenzo says. his voice was confident, but his big eyes avert your gaze. you can almost make out a blush on his cheeks. it's dark, though, and you know better than to let your imagination run wild like that.
"hm." you grunt out. your stomach flutters. "we always have more time." you want to believe your own words.
he nods. "tomorrow." he states.
in a near whisper you reply, "sure." you open and close to sliding door to walk through and out of his apartment. you take a look around the awfully familiar space. you doubt he'd have time to invite you over again any time soon. that was probably for the best.
....
it was easy to avoid tenzo. that was the worst part. most of your work was done after the sun set. he was on sort missions during the day if he wasn't sent on a large one for days on end. not once did you happen to see him. you thought he might have at least came by to ask about you. it was good that he didn't. great, even. the sooner you could separate yourself from him, the better. wasn't it?
a break in work finally came. you walk down the stalls of the night market in search of a decent dinner. a scent of something delicious and fried carried through the air. katsudon. you walk in the direction of the smell until you reach the stand. you duck under the curtain. "chicken katsudon. please." you tell the cook. she nods, then turns to begin prepping your meal. in the meantime, you sit and sip the water she gave you. the night was calm with a small breeze. the hustle in the alley brings odd comfort. you spend a lot of your time completely silent, undetectable. the familiar noise of your village soothes you.
eventually, the cook hands you your meal neatly wrapped in plastic. after you thank her, you begin your walk back home. you live on the outskirts of the village, surrounded by rice fields. at least the frog croaks kept you company. unbeknownst to you, you weren't alone at all. standing at your front door was tenzo. the sight makes you stop in your tracks. "..tenzo." somehow he hears your whisper. he kicks off the wall to make his way to you.
"i was wondering when i would see you again." he says. "it's been so long that i started to worry, so i came here. i hope you don't mind. i had to ask you something in person." he leaves minimal space between yourselves. your heart bounced off your chest. you swallow before speaking.
"what is it?" what was meant to sound casual came out wavering.
tenzo's head fell to the ground in thought. "have you been avoiding me?" he asks. how can he say that so casually? like it doesn't affect him at all? he even looks at you and smiles that stupid, cute smile that makes the corner of his big eyes wrinkle. you clench your fists. why should he care, anyway? you only got in his way. you were a constant reminder of the life he left behind. you should stop lying to him and yourself. that way, this heart-wrenching feeling could end.
"yes." you grit out. he stares back at you. "what? why are you looking at me like that?" your voice raises.
"like what?" he questions.
"like none of this matters to you!" you exclaimed. pathetic tears burn your eyes. "like i don't matter to you." anger dies in your throat, replaced by the burning sensation of cries you won't let out. "it's true. i have been avoiding you, but it's because i have to. i'm anbu. i kill for my money. i silence people who know too much. i tear apart families and i can't even show my face to those people who's lives i've ruined; whose parent, whose partner, whose friend i take from this world. i know nothing else but death. i'll never know more. it's who i am. it's who i will always be." you drop your bundled up dinner. any hunger you had has long since faded. you'd probably throw the meal up if you tried to eat it tonight. "but, tenzo," you murmur. "you're better than me. you've found your real purpose with the nin. you're helping people, not killing them. you've moved on. i'll only weigh you down, so that's why. that's why i can't be your friend anymore. we're better off pretending we never knew each other at all. i'm not good for you or this world. i don't deserve the respect you give me. i deserve nothing good."
tenzo is a wall in front of you. his face shows no emotion. for once, you can't tell what he's feeling. when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out at first. he grunts, then tries again. "you are good." he says.
"shut up!" you yell, stomping your foot.
"no." tenzo put his hand on your cheek. your eyes blow wide, and before you realize what you're doing, you're slapping it away.
"i'm sorr-" tenzo cuts your off with a shake of his head. he puts both hands on your face now, cradling you as if you were delicate. you, a murderer, delicate?
"have you forgotten that i was an anbu with you?" he asks. "i taught you many of the things you know. i killed with you. neither of us are good, so.." he trailed off. his deep eyes held what you least wanted to see: affection. "let's be bad people. together." his thumb rubbed your cheek in a circle.
"what?" you whisper.
"together." he repeats. "like.. lovers."
you can't believe your ears. was this a dream? had you died without knowing and somehow made it into heaven?
"you don't mean that." you deny.
tenzo actually looks angry. "what would i need to lie for? i've done enough evil. like you said, i'm moving past that part of my life. from today on, i won't lie. not to you. that means i can't keep the truth from you anymore." your dim porch lights make his red face visible to you. he was blushing for you. "the truth is.. i love you. i've been in love with you for a long time. i can't help but feel as though my feelings aren't entirely one sided. am i right?"
a jumble of noises come out on you, but none formed real words. tenzo laughs. it's pretty and fills your stomach with butterflies like it always does. "i think i might be." he mumbles. the two of you stand there for some time just looking at each other while tenzo caresses your face.
finally, you ask, "is this real?"
tenzo just smiles. "do you need proof?" you gasp into a kiss. his lips are soft and plush on yours. there's a slight tremor to his body. was he nervous, too? the thought makes you groan. emboldened, you pull him down with a hand behind his head. sweet sounds escape the both of you as tenzo leans more into your body. he sighs contently, letting you nibble his lip. no sexy dream of yours could ever capture the real thing. your real tenzo. tenzo grunts when your leg pushes against his groin.
"sorry," you blurt out. the look on tenzo's face reassures you that it was perfectly fine. his large eyes have gone lidded, hungry. his mouth if wet with your shared saliva.
"would it be alright if we.." he starts to offer. he really is nervous. how cute.
"go further?" you finish. he nods stiffly. "yes. yes, that's fine!" he grins.
"i've been waiting for you for years. i ran out of patience a long time ago. so," he dip you onto the fluffy grass. tenzo holds himself above you, framed by the moon around his head. tonight, he is your whole world. "let me make love to you right here, right now. i'll make it unforgettable. until we do it again, anyway." you share a giggle. he touches his nose to yours. you're so happy you could die.
"take my clothes off, then." you whisper. tenzo's eyes blow wide. he's quick to obey, going for your pants that come off in one swift movement. he pulls your shirt up, letting out a sigh of admiration.
"beautiful." he states. you blush so heavily that you have to turn away. "perfect." you gasp, feeling his lips on your chest. they slowly trail down your stomach to your abdomen. "good." his thumb circles your pulsing clit. your body locks up, eager to let tenzo touch whatever he wanted. "is it really me whose made you this excited?" he says in awe. "this wet?" that makes you whine.
"tenzo," you cry.
he swallows. "yeah, i'm sorry. i should be.." two of his fingers slip easily inside you. you choke back the pleasured sobs that threaten to fall from your lips. "making you feel good, not talking to myself like always. just.. i've thought about this a lot. i'm sorry if that's odd. but i have. you're so much more handsome than i imagined when your pussy is swallowing up my fingers." he rambles, acting like you aren't falling apart under him. his fingers curl into that delicious spot inside you, making your back arch off the ground. "here?" he rubs up into it while his other hand is working your clit. you've never made yourself feel this good. it's like tenzo has your body mapped out already.
"i'm gonna!" you gasp.
"are you?" it's almost taunting the way tenzo says it. "please, cum on my fingers. go ahead. let me see you. allow me to see you." his fingers keep working their magic until your insides clamp down around them, spasming as you cum so hard you can't tell if the stars in your vision are real or not. you come down from your high with a deep groan. "shit.." tenzo grunts.
only when you raise your head again do you notice it. tenzo had been grinding against the air. had you got him that worked up? "tenzo.." you wrack your eyes over his still clothed body. you aren't done with him yet. you two had to make up for the years lost to pride. "take your clothes off." you demand.
"aah.." he blinks, surprised. "alright." he takes too much time for your liking. by the time he's fully undressed, you're starving for him again.
"i need to apologize to you." you tell him. "for avoiding you. for what i said earlier. for everything." you take his hands, holding them to your lips. tenzo looks so soft, vulnerable. like he needs you. "do you think i can make it up to you tonight?"
"please do." he agrees.
your legs are still shaking, but you force yourself to push tenzo onto the grass. you hover over his lap, right above his own exposed cunt, his dick. the dark hair there is glistening with his slick. he's turned on, and it's because of you. you groan low in your chest. his hands find your hips, rubbing them gently. "you're beautiful." he says.
"no," you lower yourself, grinding your pussy against his. "you are. you're everything." both of you moan as you glide your wetness' against each other. his big dick fits perfectly between your folds, giving you both extra frictions to chase. he's panting under you, shaking like a leaf. his loves you. you know that know. you regret any thought you had of forgetting him. he was always meant to be yours.
a spark ignites in your body. what was that? you shift your hips back and forth again. it forces a gorgeous sob from tenzo. that's it. his dick is probing against your entrance. the realization makes you moan. you need to feel that again. tenzo has to be inside you. you wiggle your hips, making his leaking cock circle around your hole. finally, it pushes in.
"i," tenzo gasped. he pulls you to his hot, sweaty chest. "i love you." three simple words is all it takes to make hot tears stream down your face.
"oh, tenzo," you cry. "i love you."
his hands help you grind. he's known nothing but kindness. even now, he hasn't forgotten. for a short while, you're one. your moans mix with one another, raising until you cum against each other. he pulls you into a kiss before you can fully collect yourself, leaving you so light headed you almost fell onto him.
a long minute goes by so you can catch your breaths. all the while, tenzo cards his fingers through your hair. you kiss his jaw, nipping playfully at his ear.
"did i make it up to you?" you ask against his mouth. he doesn't answer until he feels like he's gotten enough of your lips for the moment.
"for this lifetime and many after." he replies. he wipes the tears from your eyes. his own are sparkly with moon light. "i hate to be a burden, but.. would you mind letting me stay? just for tonight?"
you laugh. "you have no idea how long i wanted to wake up to you." he's giggling a bit now. "i don't mind at all."
still naked with your clothes laying in the yard, you walk him into your home hand in hand. when you watch him cook you two dinner in your kitchen, his muscular back and pretty ass to you, you're already thinking about taking him in your bed after eating.
and the new sheets for the bed you both like, too, of course.
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[𝜗ৎ] 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 : 2.9𝗄
𝓜𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏!
my husband hates me.
the thought settles deep in your chest like a stone, familiar and heavy, as you lie on the silk sheets of the massive bed.
your fingers trace the embroidered patterns on your robe—some floral design you can't see but can feel beneath your fingertips. the fabric is soft, expensive. everything here is expensive. everything here screams luxury and power and wealth.
but none of it screams love.
you hear nothing from his side of the bed.
the man is so impossibly quiet, it makes your skin prickle with unease. you've been here for three months now. three months as the wife of ryomen sukuna, the king of curses, the most feared ruler in all the lands. and in those three months, he has barely spoken a word to you.
at first, you thought it was a game.
some twisted test of patience. you were clever enough to know that political marriages were rarely about love. you'd been prepared for indifference, for coldness, for a husband who saw you as nothing more than a strategic alliance.
but this? this silent treatment that stretches night after night, this deliberate distance he keeps?
it cuts deeper than you expected.
your hand moves from your robe to your stomach, pressing against the plane of your belly. you're small. you know this. delicate in a way that makes people underestimate you. and blind. gods, the blindness. the one thing that has sent every single suitor running in the opposite direction.
princes would see your face first—the one they called ethereal, otherworldly, beautiful in a way that seemed impossible—and they'd fall to their knees.
they'd whisper sweet words, promises of devotion, declarations of love at first sight. and then you'd speak, and they'd realize your eyes didn't track their movements, didn't meet their gaze. and slowly, painfully, you'd listen to them pull away. hear the hesitation creep into their voices. feel the distance grow until they were gone.
you were used to it.
but sukuna? sukuna had looked at you once, for a single moment, and said yes. the entire empire had been shocked. the king of curses, the ruthless murderer, the emperor who had never shown interest in any woman, accepting a blind bride from a neighboring kingdom? it was scandalous. impossible.
and you'd felt hope.
you hate yourself for that hope now.
because three months of silence have taught you the truth. he doesn't want you. he tolerates you. and honestly? you'd almost prefer cruelty. at least cruelty would be a reaction. at least cruelty would mean he saw you as something worth acknowledging.
but this nothingness? this endless, suffocating nothingness?
it makes you feel like you've already disappeared.
the servants guide you through your days with practiced efficiency. they dress you, feed you, lead you through the palace halls. you've memorized the layout of your chambers, the path to the gardens, the number of steps from your room to the dining hall. you've learned to navigate this world without sight, just as you've always done.
but you can't navigate him.
you don't know where he sits at meals. you don't know if he watches you. you don't know if he even notices when you're in the same room. his presence is a void—a massive, oppressive absence of warmth that you can feel but never touch.
tonight was bad.
you'd been led to the gardens by a new servant, someone who didn't know your habits. she'd taken you left instead of right, and you'd walked straight into a hedge, thorns scratching your calves before she'd yanked you back with a flurry of apologies.
then you'd almost fallen down a staircase—the grand staircase with its uneven steps—your foot catching on the edge, your heart lurching into your throat as you'd pitched forward. a guard caught you just in time.
and the whispers.
you can't see their faces, but you can hear their voices. the concubines. the noblewomen. the servants who think you can't hear them.
"the blind empress."
"does he even notice her?"
"i heard he hasn't touched her once."
"what a waste of a pretty face."
"she must be so lonely."
"she must be so pathetic."
you'd smiled through all of it. kept your head high, your shoulders back, your voice steady. you learned long ago that showing weakness only invites more cruelty. so you'd walked through the halls with your practiced grace, your cane tapping against the marble floors, your face serene.
but inside, you were crumbling.
and now, lying in this massive bed, with your hair spread across a silk pillow and the scent of incense curling through the air, you can feel him beside you. he's so close. you know he's sitting up, his back probably against the headboard, his presence a heavy weight in the darkness.
does he ever sleep?
you've never heard him snore. never heard him shift in his sleep. he's so still, so silent, you sometimes wonder if he's even real.
a long, long time passes. the candles burn down. the incense fades. the night wraps around you like a shroud.
and you can't take it anymore.
"ryomen?"
your voice comes out soft, barely above a whisper. you hate how small you sound. how vulnerable. you'd wanted to sound strong, confident, demanding. instead, you sound like a child calling out in the dark.
silence.
you wait. count your heartbeats. one. two. three. four. five.
just when you're certain he's ignoring you, just when the familiar ache of rejection settles into your chest, a voice cuts through the darkness.
"what."
it's gruff. low. a single word that rumbles through the air like distant thunder. and it's the most he's said to you in days.
you swallow. your throat is dry. your fingers twist in the sheets.
"i...i want to ask you something."
more silence. you can feel him staring at you. you can't see it, but you can feel it—the weight of his gaze, heavy and unreadable.
"ask."
you take a shaky breath. this is it. this is the moment you've been building toward for three months. the question that's been eating you alive, consuming you from the inside out.
"do you hate me?"
the words hang in the air between you. they sound so small. so pathetic. you wish you could take them back, but it's too late. they're out there now, exposed and raw.
"hate you?" his voice is strange. almost...confused?
"because of...because i'm...y'know, blind." the words taste like ash in your mouth. "i know it's...i know i'm not what you expected. i know i'm not the best option. i know i'm—"
"stop."
the word is sharp, and you flinch. your breath catches in your throat. you brace yourself for anger, for cruelty, for him to finally confirm what you've suspected all along.
but instead of harsh words, you feel movement. the bed shifts. his weight moves closer.
and then, without warning, a hand wraps around your waist and pulls.
you let out a frightened shriek as you're yanked from your position, your body colliding with something solid and warm. your hands fly out, grasping at fabric, at skin, at anything. you're on his lap, straddling his thighs, your chest pressed against his. he's so big—so impossibly large—that you feel like a doll in his arms.
"ryomen!" your voice is high, panicked. "what—"
"quiet."
his hand settles on your thigh. it's huge. calloused. rough in a way that sends shivers down your spine. but the touch is gentle. impossibly gentle. he strokes your thigh once, twice, a soothing motion that slowly calms your racing heart.
"you really think," he says slowly, his voice rumbling against your chest, "that i hate you?"
you can't speak. your throat is too tight. you settle for shaking your head against his chest, even though it's a lie.
a low sound escapes him—not quite a growl, not quite a laugh. his hand slides from your thigh to your chin, tilting your face up. his thumb brushes across your lower lip, feather-light.
"open your eyes."
the command catches you off guard. "what?"
"your eyes. open them."
you blink, confused. your eyes are already open. you can't see anything, but they're open. you tell him as much.
"no." his voice is strange. softer. "i mean...look at me."
"i can't see you."
"i know." his thumb traces your jawline. "but i can see you. and i want to see your eyes. please."
please.
the word catches you off guard. the king of curses, saying please? to you?
you don't move. don't breathe. just let him hold your face in his massive hand, his touch devastatingly tender.
"i don't hate you," he says, and his voice cracks on the words. "gods, woman. i could never hate you."
your heart stutters. "then why—"
"because i'm fuckin' terrified."
you blink. "what?"
"do you know what i am?" his hand slides from your face to your hair, fingers threading through the strands. "i'm a killer. i've been killing for centuries. my hands are stained with blood i'll never wash clean. i'm rough, and violent, and i don't know how to be gentle."
"but—"
"but when i saw you..." he trails off. his fingers tighten in your hair, just barely. "when i saw you, i couldn't breathe. you were so beautiful. so small. so... perfect. and i thought, 'she's too good f'me.' , 'i'll break her.' , 'i'll hurt her.'"
his voice drops to a whisper.
"so i stayed away. because every time i look at you, i want to touch you. and every time i touch you, i'm afraid i'll destroy you."
tears prick at your eyes. you don't understand. you can't understand. this entire time, you thought he hated you. you thought he found you repulsive, broken, worthless.
but he was...
...afraid?
"you don't hate me?" you whisper.
"no." his forehead presses against yours. "i love you. i've loved you since the moment i saw you."
a sob escapes your throat. it's ugly and raw and you can't stop it.
"but you never—you never talked to me—"
"because i didn't trust myself." his other hand comes up to cup your cheek. "because i knew if i started, i wouldn't be able to stop."
"then don't stop."
the words leave your mouth before you can think. they hang in the air, bold and desperate.
"don't stop," you repeat. "please. i don't want you to stop."
sukuna goes still. so still that you wonder if he's stopped breathing.
"you don't know what you're asking."
"i do." you reach up, your fingers finding his face. you trace the planes of his cheeks, the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his lips. "you're my husband. i want you. all of you."
"i'll hurt you."
"i don't care."
"i'll break you."
"i don't care."
his breath hitches. and then, finally, finally, his lips crash against yours.
the kiss is desperate. hungry. it tastes like three months of longing, of confusion, of aching loneliness. his hand fists in your hair, pulling you closer, and you gasp against his mouth. his tongue slides against your lower lip, asking for entry, and you give it willingly.
he tastes like sake and power and something darker. something that makes your toes curl and your heart race.
he pulls back, breathless.
"tell me to stop, and i will."
"don't," you say immediately. "don't stop."
he groans. his hands slide down your back, gripping your hips, and he lays you down on the bed. you fall against the silk sheets, your hair spreading around you like a halo. you can't see him, but you can feel him—his weight on the bed, his heat surrounding you, his breath ghosting across your skin.
"m'gonna show you," he says, his voice low and rough. "m'gonna kiss every inch of your body. gonna taste you until you scream my name. i want to make you feel so good that you forget every single doubt you've ever had about yourself."
your breath catches. "ryomen—"
"let me." his lips brush against your neck. "let me show you how much i love you."
you nod, unable to speak.
his hands find the tie of your robe. he undoes it slowly, reverently, like he's unwrapping a gift he's been waiting centuries to open. the fabric falls away, cool air hitting your skin, and you shiver.
"beautiful," he breathes. "so fucking beautiful."
you feel his lips on your collarbone. soft. worshipful. he kisses down your chest, his tongue tracing a path between your breasts. his hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing across your nipples, and you gasp.
"sensitive," he murmurs. "good. i'll remember that."
he takes one nipple into his mouth. his tongue circles the peak, slow and deliberate, and you arch into him with a desperate moan. he laves at you, sucking gently, nipping with his teeth until you're writhing beneath him.
"more," you gasp. "please—"
"patience." his voice is a dark promise. "i haven't even started with ya' yet."
he switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention. his hand slides down your stomach, fingers tracing patterns on your skin, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. you're already wet—embarrassingly wet—and he lets out a low growl when he feels it.
"fuck," he mutters against your skin. "you're soaked. f'me?"
"yes," you whimper. "only you."
he groans. his fingers slide through your folds, collecting your wetness, and you buck into his touch.
"tell me what you want."
"i want—" you gasp as his thumb circles your clit. "m'want your mouth."
his laugh is dark and breathless. "demanding little thing, aren't ya'?"
"please," you beg. "ryo, please—"
"shh." he kisses your stomach. "i'll give ya' what y'want."
he moves down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire. he kisses your hips, your thighs, the inside of your knees. by the time he reaches your core, you're trembling, desperate, aching.
and then his tongue touches you.
you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. he laps at you like a man starved, his tongue sliding through your folds, circling your clit, dipping inside you. he moans against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.
"taste s'good," he mutters against your skin. "could eat ya' forever."
he sucks your clit into his mouth, and you scream. your hips buck against his face, but he holds you down, his massive hands gripping your thighs. he alternates between sucking and licking, building a rhythm that has you climbing higher and higher.
"that's it," he praises. "let go f'me...lemme taste ya'."
his fingers find your entrance, sliding inside you without warning. two fingers, thick and long, stretching you. he curls them, hitting a spot that makes you see stars, and you shatter.
you come with a scream of his name, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through you. he doesn't stop. he laps at you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you're sobbing from the intensity.
when you finally come down, he crawls up your body, his lips finding yours. you taste yourself on his tongue, and it's the most intimate thing you've ever experienced.
"m-more," you whisper. "m'want more."
his eyes—you can feel them—search your face.
"are you sure? we can stop. we can—"
"i'm sure." you reach for him, your fingers finding his chest. "i want you...please."
he hesitates. you feel the tension in his muscles, the restraint he's barely holding onto.
"m'bigger than ya'," he says, matter of factly. "a lot bigger. and i have...i have two dicks, woman. i don't know if—"
"i don't care." you pull him closer. "i trust you."
he groans, pressing his forehead against yours.
"if it hurts too much, tell me. and i'll stop."
"okay."
"promise me."
"i promise."
he shifts above you, and you feel something heavy and thick press against your thigh. and then another. two cocks. the thought should terrify you, but instead, it sends a thrill through your body.
he aligns himself with your entrance, and you feel the tip pressing against you. he's huge—so much bigger than his fingers—and you wonder if you can actually take him.
"relax f'me," he murmurs. "breathe."
you inhale deeply, and he pushes in.
just the tip, and you gasp. he's stretching you in a way that's almost unbearable. it hurts. there's a burning sensation, a pressure that's too much and not enough.
"shh," he soothes. "you're doing s'well. so good f'me."
he pushes deeper, inch by agonizing inch. you feel your body struggling to accommodate him, your walls clenching around his length. and then—
a sharp pain.
fuck...you forgot.
you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. he stops immediately.
"did i hurt ya'?"
you can't answer. the pain is fading, replaced by a strange fullness. you feel something wet trickle down your thigh. warm. sticky.
blood.
his eyes slowly flicker down, and you can hear his breath stop. he's tense. too tense.
"fuck," he hisses. "you're—you're a fuckin' virgin?"
you nod weakly, biting your lip. your heart is pounding fast. loud. "is that...bad?"
"no." his voice is strained. "no, it's not bad. i just—fuck—i didn't know. i would have been more careful, woman."
"you are being careful," you whisper, fingers pressing into his shoulders "keep going."
"you're fuckin' bleeding."
"i don't care. please. i want to feel you." you sniffle. god, the pleasure is making you bold. too fucking bold.
he lets out a shaky breath. "you're going to kill me."
but he pushes deeper, slower this time. gentler. his lips find yours, kissing you softly as he sinks into you. the pain fades, replaced by a deep, aching fullness that makes you moan.
when he's fully sheathed, he stops. lets you adjust. his forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged.
"y'feel incredible," he breathes. "so tight. so...fuck...perfect."
"move," you beg. "please."
he pulls out slowly, then pushes back in. the friction is delicious, the stretch exquisite. he sets a rhythm—slow, deep, deliberate—each thrust hitting a spot that makes you see stars.
"ryomen," you gasp. "r-ryo—"
"i know," he murmurs. "i know, doll. feels s'good, doesn't it?"
"yes—yes—"
his hand slides down your stomach, pressing against the slight bulge where he's buried inside you. the feeling makes you moan.
"look at that," he says, awe in his voice. "you can feel me, can't ya'? right here."
he presses down, and you feel it—the outline of him inside you. it's obscene. it's incredible.
"more," you gasp. "harder—"
"y'sure?"
"yes—please—"
he obliges. his pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. the bed creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with your moans and his grunts.
"gonna come," he warns. "where do you want it?"
"inside," you gasp. "please—i want to feel you—"
he groans, his hips slamming into yours. and then he's coming, hot and thick, filling you so completely. you feel it—his release pouring into you, painting your walls, claiming you from the inside. his cum is already trickling down your thigh, oozing out of your cunt.
at the same time, he's stroking his other cock. you feel the wet spurts hit your stomach, warm and sticky.
he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you. his face buries in your neck, and you feel his breath, ragged and uneven.
"i love you," he whispers, gruff. it's funny. you've always thought the word love doesn't exist in his vocabulary. but here he is, saying it over and over again. "i love you so much it terrifies me."
you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.
"i love you too."
a long moment passes. then another. and then—
"we're going to do that again."
you laugh, breathless.
"right now?"
"after i clean you up." he kisses your neck. "and then again. and again. and again. until ya' can't walk."
"promise?"
he pulls back, and even though you can't see him, you know he's smirking.
"promise."
you're already half asleep when he pulls you against his chest, his arms wrapped around you like he's afraid you'll disappear. his lips press against your hair, your forehead, your eyelids.
"my wife," he murmurs. "my perfect, beautiful wife."
Imagine… Bubba Sawyer and his first attempt at seducing you (suggestive maybe)
It was your first time actually getting intimate with one another, any chance you both had was interrupted either by his family or some poor victim screaming and ruining the mood. You told him continuously that maybe next time would be better after every mood ruiner and he was grateful that you didn’t seem mad but he still felt a little upset from the loads of failed attempts
until today, a very rare quiet day
You invited him over to help you with baking, an innocent hobby you wanted to do with your boyfriend, until you kissed him and he kissed you back and you both didn’t stop when things get heated, you only stopped when he suddenly pulled away and dragged you up to your room. Obviously you knew where this was going and secretly hoping nothing or no one would interrupt you two.
Once in your room he made you sit down on the bed and make a motion with his hands that signaled “stay there”
He grabbed something from your closet (did he hide something in there? when did he do that?) and then goes to the bathroom, your mind brings up questions on what he’s doing but after a few minutes, he comes back and he’s wearing lacy lingerie dress, one that hugged his thighs and stomach, one that made his chest more prominent and his ass look delicious, one that made you want to devour him.
He seemed nervous about you and how you stared at him but all that nervousness quickly disappeared when you got up and walked towards him, immediately kissing him with all the passion you felt, all that love you have for him is gonna show today, you’ll be sure of it.
summary - enjin is late for date night. he makes it up you.
cw - cunnilingus , vaginal fingering , enjin generally being a freak , thigh trapping , slight breathe play (enjin receiving)
enjin was loyal. undeniably so. when he tells you he'll do something, he means it, even if it takes dragging his ass to get there. he's good about making time for you and only you despite his erratic and at times, dangerous job. that all being said, he was late for date night. by now, you would have gotten word about his position, but.. nothing. when you ask semiu about the job he left for that morning, she too had no updates from the Cleaners team Akuta. it had you worried sick. had the team been downed? did they lose their transportation back to HQ? had your nightmare become reality?
"hey, babe." you lift yourself off the bed, staring at the man you call your boyfriend. at this rate, called. "what the hell?" you exclaim. you jump up to run to enjin. he opens his arms for a hug but is instead met with a slap across the face. "damn, girl! what's got you peeved?" he rubs his cheek. "where have you been? did something happen? why didn't you update semiu?" you demand. he looks away, quirking a brow. "the mission didn't go completely as planned. let's just say that the team got cooked in a battle we weren't prepared for." he sighed. "i'm still alive, though." he patted his stomach where bandages you hadn't noticed wrapped around his abdomen. "oh, enjin.." your anger fizzled out. you can't be mad at an injured man.
you take his hand and lead him to sit on the bed. "don't give me that look." he holds your waist as you stand between his legs. "i know i'm late, but that doesn't mean date night is over. let's have dinner together now. i made sure to tell rudo that if he ate that cake, he'd be made zanka's training dummy." he chuckled to himself. "that's not it." you shake your head. "you should rest tonight. our medical team knows their stuff, but that doesn't make you invincible." you put a hand on his head, rubbing the messy blonde locs. enjin's flirtatious expression melted. "you worried about me, bae?" he mused. "damn it." you growl, hitting him over the head with your fist. "what do you think? you're my boyfriend." the man tilted his head. "nah," he rubs the back of his neck. "can't sleep until i know your happy. besides, i've been looking forward to some alone time with you all day. don't starve a hurt man." he laid his head against your stomach with a pout. you feel your face warm from his caring words. he's smirking again. "you gonna let me?" he asks. you sigh. it wasn't worth pretending that you were going to deny him. "obviously." you mutter. with that, he's throwing your legs over his shoulders.
"you don't gotta worry about a thing. lemme make it all up to you." his large hands squeeze your thighs. "gorgeous." he murmurs, making you tilt your head away, not wanting him to see the flustered expression he has seen countless times before. "don't get shy on me. you're always so vocal when i'm down here." enjin chuckled. he lets out a pained groan when you knee him in the side. "i'm sorry- just. don't play with me right now." you tell him. "right. sorry. i shouldn't piss my woman off." he grins. his fingers roam across your plush thighs before looping under your small shorts, gingerly pulling your panties along with them. "man," he sighed. "you put on the pretty ones. got me pissing myself off, now. should have kicked better ass." he pouted. "i'm still wearing them, you know." you reply gently. he kisses the inside of your thighs. "yeah, you are." he groaned. "still like em' better off, though."
you gasp, feeling him blow cold air against your exposed pussy. enjin bites his lip, staring hungrily at your cunt as he spreads it open with two fingers. "rather be dead than miss out on this." he says. "if you died, you'd never see it again." your grab his head, tugging at the roots. he grunts. "you right. as always." he ducks back between your legs. "just.. fuck. you're beautiful." he closes his eyes, then dives into your cunt, making you jump. his tongue rolls over your clit, teasing you with intense concentration on it before his tongue roams away again. "en," you moan. he groans, making your thighs shake from the vibration. he gropes at your, grabbing your ass, your thighs, your belly that he always pleads to fall asleep on.
looking down, you can see enjin grinding against the mattress. getting off on the taste of you alone. his eyes meet yours. you want to look away, too embarrassed. he grips your arm, grasping your attention. "look." he tells you, demands you. you whimper in response. his tongue prods at your entrance, making your back arch up. you feel his tongue inside you, darting in and out, but it isn't enough. "en," you huff. "need more." his gaze has nothing more fondness. "my pretty baby needs my fingers?" he hums. you nod with a little pout on your lips. "anything for my lady."
while one of his hands reached up to caress your supple breasts, the other dips between your thighs. he coats one of his long fingers in your slick before slipping it inside. his mouth never stopped, keeping his lips on your clit to suck at it. you squirm, unable to stifle the noises falling from your lips like a waterfall. your legs lock around enjin's head, pulling him in until he hardly has room to breathe. he gives no protest, even pushing his face further into your pussy. another finger slides into you, curling against that sweet spot he has long since memorized, forcing more cries out of you. "en!" you cry out. "gonna.. gotta cum." he moans at this. his hands grab your thighs, keeping them snug around his head. you should be worried about him passing out, but the building pleasure in your core is all you can think about.
enjin's fingers are unrelenting. neither is his tongue on your cunt. his hair gets pulled tight as your eyes blur, your body rigid with the force of your orgasm. you let out a trembling breath. enjin's emerges only when you let your legs fall. he pants, cheeks red from the lack of oxogen. "i'm sorry." you say, brows furrowed with worry. "don't say that. ever." he pushed his hair away from his face. he looks down at you with half lidded eyes. you watch as he puts the fingers that were previously inside you into his mouth. "don't do that!" you exclaim. he laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "i got my shit rocked. can't ya' let me have a little treat?"
summary - gaara has never been an affectionate man, even deep into your relationship. tonight, he allows himself to fall into vulnerability and fucks you for the first time.
cw - unprotected sex, penetration, cumming inside, gaara has a praise kink, slight restriction (hands above head pinning)
it was dark outside. nothing but the moon light filtering through the curtains lit the bedroom you shared with the kazekage; your lover.
gaara's chest rose and fell slowly. he was trying not to move. he didn't want to cause you any unnecessary pain, but your hot, gummy insides made it hard to resist fucking into, even for the reserved ninja. you smile at him from below. "i think i'm ready. you can move." you tell him. the space between his brow bones wrinkle. "i'm not lying." you chuckle. his persistence in making you admit your true feelings always didn't stop because he was impossibly horny. "fine." he grunted.
his large, calloused hands took hold of your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into them. he took in a labored breath as he pulled his hips away, then slammed back against you. you gasp. all thoughts dripping from your brain out through your ears. his thick cock stretched you open in a way you could never achieve with your fingers. you could feel his dick twitch inside you with every slow thrust. you open your eyes again to find that his are closed. his face is one deep in concentration. a bead of sweat drips down his chin.
your pleasured moans get gaara off more than anything. he of all people, the monster who could only love himself, was capable of making his lover feel good.
"that's it, my love. you're perfect. keep going. a little faster, now." you encourage, running a hand through his hair. he finally makes a noise: a guttural groan. his lays his head on your shoulder, breathing hotly against your sensitive neck. you feel his lips graze the skin behind your ear. was he intentionally barely touching the most sensitive parts of you to tease you? knowing him, he had no clue how crazy he was driving you.
the lap of his hips against your ass echoed through the room, gaara's fingers finding your nipples, your own noises makes you tilt your head away from him in embarrassment. "don't." gaara grunts out. he gently brings you back to face him. "stop it. this is.. the noise is too.." you whine. you cover your face with your hands instead. the full feeling inside of you disappears all at once. before you can think about protesting, your hands are pinned above your head, held by only one of gaara's hands. his expressionless eyes bore into yours. oh. your face grows hot. gaara had never used his strength against you. a new flame set ablaze in your stomach. "i said don't. i will see your face whenever we do this unless we are in a.. position that requires otherwise." he tells you. it's a command. he leaves no room for argument. "is that okay?" he adds, giving a slight look of regret. "totally okay. this is totally okay." you nod quickly, grinning at him. he melts.
with that, he realigns his cock to your entrance, then slams in. it forced a moan out of both of you. his fingers intertwine with yours, letting you squeeze his hands as hard as you please. his fucking becomes sloppy. you know he's close. "you're so good at this, gaara." you whimper. he bites his tongue. those pale cheeks flush a deep red. "you're gonna make me cum. go a little harder and i'll - yes, yes. exactly like that. please." suddenly, his lips are on yours. his cock bumps perfectly against that sweet spot inside, sending electricity through your body. the way your thighs shake around gaara has him light headed. "i need to.." he trails off, unable to force the confession out. "yeah? let's do it together. do it inside. inside, gorgeous boy." you plead with him. he's in no position to resist. he can't tell you no about anything, especially not when you speak to him like he means something to you.
you grab him by the hair, forcing your lips to meet once more. you tighten and spasm around his dick. gaara is undone. his whole body shakes as he cums, filling you with his seed. your legs straighten, back arching as you cum around him. you're so warm. gaara is sucking at your neck, leaving a trail of saliva behind along with a deep purple mark. he wants to claim you as his. the monster on the Sand is worthy of your never ending love. "that was perfect.. amazing." you hum to him, caressing his back. "yes.." he nods. gaara settles his weight on top of you. he feels like he should be covering up, but you keep touching him. you don't mind his vulnerable state. in fact, you love it. he can sense it by your lazy smile and loving gaze. he presses his nose to yours. "thank you." he says. "i'll be much better next time."
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Can you write something for sinister Mark x m reader?
Some prey x predator type shit because I know for a fact that he gets off on fear, so it could be some kind of hunting game and when (there is no if.) he catches reader he’s the one to decide how he wants to ravish them? I just NEED hardcore dirt and grime smut with dacryphilia & omorashi involved, you can go about this however you want!!
Lots of loveeeee <3 - 🩰
𝐌𝐑. 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘
sinister mark x m!reader
𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ! ── you, an omega bunny makes the mistake of catching mark’s interest and you learn that some predators never stop chasing what they’ve claimed as theirs. and mark refuses to let his favorite prey go. | sinister is a wolf hybrid, m!reader is a netherland dwarf hybrid.
🎧 - playlist i made for spotify users to listen to while reading!
꒰ warnings. invasive, stalker-ish behavior. manhandling + implied large size difference. porn with plot. fear kink. omorashi. romanticized non-con; having sex in mud, missionary (folded + side swept), deep throat, breeding/being impregnated, dumbification. ꒱
It didn’t take a genius to understand how the world worked.
Predators and prey.
The distinction has existed long before language, before civilizations, and even before fire itself. Even now, centuries after society had supposedly moved beyond such primitive instincts, with laws and technology that stretched across continents, nobody could truly escape them as they were buried beneath skin and bone.
It was woven into the very foundation of life and no amount of modernization could completely erase millions of years of evolution.
Everyone knew it.
Especially prey.
The only difference was that now they wore suits, paid taxes, and pretended otherwise.
Felines lounged in expensive penthouses while deer hurried through crowded streets. Foxes grinned with too many teeth for comfort. Bears occupied positions of power. Hawks stalked from above. Rats thrived in hidden corners of cities or their tiny homes while sheep gathered in comfortable communities where they felt safe among their own kind.
Most hybrids learned to coexist.
Most.
Because instincts however, were another matter entirely.
No matter how modern society became, nobody could completely suppress what nature had designed them to be.
A bunny would always recognize a fox or wolf.
A mouse would always fear a snake.
And predators?
They never stopped noticing prey. As if that wasn’t enough, society was divided by a second hierarchy layered over the first.
Alphas, betas, and omegas.
Betas made up the majority of the population and generally lived ordinary lives. Alphas possessed stronger instincts and stronger pheromones—they naturally commanded attention whenever they were around.
Omegas were rarer.
Far rarer.
Sensitive to scents and instinctual cues. Often viewed as vulnerable regardless of whether they actually were.
For predator omegas, life could be difficult.
For prey omegas, life could be terrifying.
And unfortunately for you, fate decided to make you both.
A bunny. An omega.
A combination that attracted attention all the time.
Most days, you managed.
You kept your small ears hidden beneath hoods. You avoided dangerous neighborhoods. You ignored the lingering stares from strangers who caught your scent in crowded spaces.
Tonight wasn’t the kind of night you could manage.
The city streets felt wrong.
Too empty and too silent.
Your bunny ears twitch beneath the hood of your sweater as you hurried along the road.
The sensation started as a simple feeling—being watched. Your heartbeat quickened and you glanced behind you.
Nothing.
Just empty sidewalks, a few flickering streetlights, no footsteps. Not even movement of trash tumbling in the light breeze. Yet the feeling refused to disappear.
The problem was that you didn’t know what was causing this fear. Not yet.
Hidden among the shadows of an alley, glowing eyes followed your every move. Tall ears tilted forward as he listened to the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat from several blocks away.
Patient, amused, even starving.
And there you were—so small compared to him and such fragile prey.
Sinister remained crouched behind a dumpster, one hand resting on the ground to stabilize himself and a grin spread across his face.
Most prey disappointed him.
You were different. You could feel him even from over there!
And yet, the hunt hadn’t even begun and you were already afraid without knowing you were actively playing with him.
—
Something moved behind you.
A figure emerged from the mouth of a narrow alley so casually that, under different circumstances, you might have mistaken him for someone simply heading home after work or leaving a friend's place.
Dark jeans and a charcoal jacket left partially unzipped, hands tucked into his pockets.
Your steps faltered. There was nothing that should have been alarming, yet everything in your body erupted into panic the moment his eyes landed on you.
You couldn’t smell him before, now you could.
He’s not only a wolf, but an alpha.
Your bunny ears twitched violently beneath your hood.
The stranger’s head tilted slightly and a smile pulled at his lips.
It wasn’t friendly at all. It was more like he’d finally found something he’s been looking to play with. Something fascinating and so sweet smelling.
“Well,” he said softly.
“Ah!”
The sound that left you was humiliating.
A tiny squeak.
The kind of sound a frightened prey animal made, and the kind of sound that made predators excited to hear.
Your eyes widened.
HIs smile widened too.
You spun around and bolted down the street with every ounce of speed your little legs could manage. The sudden movement sent your hood flying backward, and two soft bunny ears immediately sprang free.
The sensation barely registered. You were too busy trying not to die. Behind you, however—
His eyes widened. “…A bunny?” His eyes followed the movement of your ears as they bounced with every frantic step.
Of all the prey animals he could have stumbled across.. a bunny. An omega bunny!
The universe clearly liked him today.
“…No way.” His grin slowly spread. Then spread further—until it bordered on unsettling.
That explained so much.
And those ears—small and rounded. Not the long elegant ears of larger rabbit breeds.
It was cute.
Ridiculously cute.
He actually laughed. A low sound that echoed into the lonely, night air. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
༶•┈┈୨୧┈┈•༶
Meanwhile, you were rapidly discovering that being terrified made it difficult to think.
A bunny wasn’t built for fighting. You were built for one thing.
Running.
And right now, you were putting that evolutionary advantage to use.
The city blurred around you. Streetlights. Storefronts. Passing cars. Everything became a streak of color.
Your bunny ears flattened against your head as you ran.
Don’t look back. Don’t look back.
Don’t—
Curiosity won.
You glanced over your shoulder.
The wolf was grinning and he wasn’t even trying.
He walked after you at first, hands still in his pockets. Completely relaxed. As if he already knew how this would end.
Why did he look so confident?
Why did he look so happy?
The answer arrived a moment later.
Sinister looked directly in your large eyes, then he started running. And suddenly the distance between you started disappearing.
Far too fast. The kind of speed nature had gifted wolves specifically so rabbits would never feel completely safe.
“N- No, no, no, no—”
You darted around a corner. Then another and another, desperately trying to lose him.
The city quickly became a maze. People became obstacles. You nearly crashed into a pair of deer hybrids waiting at a crosswalk. One startled look at your face was enough for them to step aside.
You kept running.
A fox hybrid exiting a convenience store blinked as you flew past. Then immediately moved out of the way after spotting the massive wolf several yards behind you.
Nobody intervened.
Nobody was stupid enough to get involved.
Not when an alpha predator looked that focused and that interested.
Sinister followed at an easy pace. He wasn’t even breathing hard, but you were fast, he’d give you that. Faster than most prey. Quick on your feet. Exactly what you’d expect from a Netherland Dwarf. But panic made prey predictable.
He could practically see your instincts making decisions for you. And his grin never faded.
He should have ended the chase already. Could have, very easily. Yet every time he got close enough to catch you, he slowed down. Just enough to allow hope to return. Allowing you to think maybe you’d escape.
Then he’d close the distance again to watch your panic spike all over. Watching those little bunny ears pin back tighter.
It was fascinating.
—
You glanced back again and your foot caught on an uneven section of pavement.
The world tilted for a moment and you stumbled.
Another squeaky sound escaped your throat. For one horrible second you thought you were going down. Somehow you caught yourself and kept running.
But the damage was done.
Mark’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. Something possessive flashed across his expression.
Ahead, your vision blurred. Your lungs burned. And you knew you couldn’t keep this up forever. Every breath came in short, frantic gasps as you sprinted through unfamiliar streets, desperately searching for somewhere—anywhere—to hide.
The sound of approaching footsteps never fully disappeared.
Your ears flattened tighter against your head as you darted around another corner. Then your eyes widened.
A children's park.
The small fenced playground sat mostly abandoned beneath the glow of nearby streetlights. Colorful plastic play structures cast long shadows across the ground. A slide. Monkey bars. A tiny plastic tunnel. A playhouse.
Your racing mind immediately latched onto one thought.
Everything was small, made for children. Made for someone much smaller than a fully grown wolf hybrid. Hope surged through your chest and without hesitation, you vaulted the low fence and sprinted across the playground.
The tiny plastic playhouse was too exposed. The slide offered nowhere to hide. The tunnel was perfect.
Well, perfect was a generous description because it was cramped, even for you. But you were a Netherland Dwarf hybrid. Small enough that people constantly underestimated just how tiny you actually were and could be.
Dropping to your knees, you quickly squeezed inside. The tunnel barely accommodated you. Plastic pressed against your shoulders, your bunny ears folded awkwardly against your head, but it worked. You crawled deeper inside until you reached the middle. Then you curled up as tightly as possible and waited.
Silence.
Your heart hammered against your ribs.
Thump, thump, thump.
Surely he’d lose track of you, right?
There was no way someone his size could fit in here. No way he'd bother checking the children's playground. No way—
But footsteps were approaching.
You squeaked quietly as your blood ran cold.
The footsteps suddenly stopped. Silence returned.
You squeezed your eyes shut and pleaded internally.
“That was clever.” His voice sounded amused. “I’ll give you points for creativity, bunny.”
The casual nickname made your stomach churn unpleasantly. You pressed both hands over your mouth. Maybe if you stayed quiet—
A shadow fell across the tunnel entrance.
There was no way he could see you. The tunnel curved and the center section was hidden! He shouldn’t know you were here. Then again—
“Oh, come on.” Mark sounded almost offended. “You didn’t think that would actually work, did you?”
A small, terrified noise escaped your throat before you could stop it. Immediately regretting it, you clamped both hands tighter over your mouth.
Outside, Mark laughed. “There you are.”
The wolf crouched near the entrance. Not trying to reach inside. Not trying to drag you out. Just looking. Like he was enjoying this far too much.
Which, judging by the grin on his face, he absolutely was.
The scent of frightened omega practically filled the air around the playground.
Normally he would’ve ended the chase by now.
Normally the novelty would’ve worn off.
But this?
A tiny bunny rabbit hiding in playground equipment because the big bad wolf was chasing him.
The situation was ridiculous and somehow that made it even better.
Inside the tunnel, you pulled your knees tighter against your chest. If you stayed here long enough, he’d get bored.
Predators got bored, right?
One minute. Two. Three.
Neither of you moved.
Then Mark spoke again. “You know,” he said casually, “I was planning on going easy on you.”
Your ears twitched.
“You started running.. and then I found out you’re a rabbit.”
A pause.
“That really didn’t help your case.”
Your face burned. That wasn’t fair! None of this was fair. You hadn’t done anything. You just happened to exist.
Unfortunately, judging by the wolf sitting outside your hiding place with that patient smile on his face, that seemed to be more than enough.
He wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
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Twenty minutes passed.
At some point, your legs had stopped shaking so violently. Your breathing had steadied. And the crushing panic that had been suffocating you since the chase began had settled into something else.
Cautious hope.
Because the wolf had gone quiet.
Very quiet.
The silence stretched on for so long that you started wondering if he’d finally left.
Your ears twitched. Listening... and nothing.
Had he gotten bored? Maybe he’d realized this wasn’t worth his time. Slowly, carefully, you shifted inside the tunnel. The plastic creaked softly beneath you. A tiny bit more confidence returned.
Enough to make a terrible decision.
You began crawling toward the entrance with your heart pounding against your ribs. The tunnel opening grew closer. A sliver of moonlight spilled inside.
You stopped right before reaching it.
Listened.. nothing again.
Maybe he was really gone.
Your ears poked out first. Then the top of your head. Then your eyes. You cautiously peeked outside.
The playground was empty.
No wolf.
No—
A flash of movement.
Something dropped from above.
Your startled squeak barely had time to leave your throat before a hand shot toward you.
“Got you—” Mark's voice sounded far more excited than it had any right to.
You immediately jerked backward.
The grab missed. Mostly.
“Eeek!” You scrambled desperately deeper into the tunnel but the movement wasn’t fast enough—Mark’s hand closed on something. The back of your jacket, the fabric near the nape.
For a brief second, both of you froze.
You stared at the hand clutching your jacket.
Mark stared at the handful of fabric he’d managed to catch. Then his grin slowly widened. “Oh, that’s lucky.”
Your eyes widened in horror and you immediately grabbed the front of the tunnel with both hands. “No!”
He shifted until he was sitting comfortably on top of the tunnel.
Apparently, during those twenty minutes, he’d climbed up there without making a sound.
“Welp, now I've got you.” He sounded entirely too pleased with himself.
“Let go!” You pulled harder but his grip didn’t budge.
“No.”
“Why not?!”
“Because I caught you.”
What kind of answer was that?
Meanwhile, Mark looked delighted. His tail swayed lazily behind him. The moment you’d peeked your head out, his self-control had vanished.
He’d seen those little bunny ears. Seen those big, cautious eyes. Seen the hopeful expression that said maybe the scary wolf had finally left.
And before he could stop himself, he’d tried to grab you.
Unfortunately, his excitement had made him sloppy. Had you reacted a fraction slower, he would’ve had your wrist. Instead he’d ended up with a fistful of jacket.
Still.
A win was a win.
Inside the tunnel, you gave another determined yank. Nothing. The wolf wasn’t even straining. Your entire body moved yet his hand didn’t even tremble.
Which was horribly unfair and completely expected from an alpha wolf.
“Come on, bunny.”
The nickname made your ears twitch irritably again.
“I don’t want to.”
“You’ve made that very clear.”
A pause.
“You know,” he mused, “most prey don’t hide in playground equipment.”
“Most prey aren’t being chased by a giant wolf!”
“Hm, fair.”
And while you’d spent the last several minutes treating the tunnel like an anchor point, Mark seemed to have finally decided he’d indulged you long enough.
The tension on your jacket increased. Slowly and steadily.
“Wait!" The fabric pulled taut as you tightened your grip on the tunnel. “Wait, wait—”
Your hands slipped.
Mark gave one firm pull.
You were dragged several inches toward the entrance.
“Ah! Stop it! Stop!"
He continued pulling anyways, steadily reeling you in as though your resistance barely registered.
You kicked your feet against the plastic. The tunnel echoed with scraping sounds. Your fingers clawed. Nothing worked.
Moonlight spilled over your face.
And then—
You were out.
A startled squeak escaped you as the wolf effortlessly lifted you clear of the tunnel. The ground vanished beneath your feet.
Your entire body instinctively curled inward. Knees drawing up. Bunny ears flattening. Arms tucked close to your chest. As though making yourself smaller would somehow help.
You hung several feet above the ground, suspended entirely by the back of your jacket.
Mark stared.
And stared.
And stared.
The sight was almost enough to make him forget what he’d been doing.
The bunny had literally curled up midair.
Like some instinctive defense mechanism.
For a moment, the wolf simply admired his catch.
His voice sounded almost dreamy, “You know I’m stronger than you, right?”
You glared. Or at least attempted to.
The effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that you were currently dangling like a misplaced plush toy. “I noticed.”
He chuckled as he adjusted his grip slightly, just enough to keep you comfortable. Which was an entirely different problem.
“You really thought the tunnel would save you.”
“It almost did.”
“No. It did not.”
“It stopped you!”
“Barely. But, you know what the worst part is?”
“I don’t want to know.”
“I’m going to tell you anyways." You grunted and Sinister ignored it. “When I first saw you, I knew you were prey. Then I knew you were an omega. And when your hood fell off?" His grin widened.
“Oh no.”
You immediately knew where this was going.
“Oh yes. The ears came out.”
You buried your face in your hands.
“Your wittle bunny ears.” He mocked, looking delighted.
“Stop.”
“A tiny bunny.”
“Please.. stop.”
Sinister listened. For a moment at least—content to simply stand there with one hand in his pocket, the other holding the back of your jacket. Eventually, he tilted his head, dark eyes meeting yours.
“So.”
“So?” you repeated cautiously.
“So what exactly was your plan after the tunnel?”
“…I was hoping you’d leave.”
The silence that followed lasted two seconds before Mark burst out laughing. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm,” you hesitated.
His laugh grew louder, echoing across the empty playground.
“Oh my—” he exhaled between laughs, shoulders shaking. “You’re dumber than I thought!”
Your stomach dropped. "What?"
His hand tightened slightly on your jacket—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you exactly how easily he could. You flinched anyway.
“Oh, don't do that,” he said, voice dripping with amusement as he started to shake you. “I'm starting to like you.”
You squeaked instinctively, feet kicking uselessly at open air. Sinister clicked his tongue like he was scolding you. "Careful, pipsqueak."
"YOU did that!"
"I made a small adjustment," he corrected.
“It’s embarrassing,” he continued lightly, tilting his head again, “just thinking about the fact that you’re still alive. And you still have attitude."
“I didn’t do anything,” you said, voice strained.
“Oh?” The wolf leaned in slightly, his eyes sharpening, interest flickering back in like a switch had been flipped. “That’s the problem."
His smile softened. “You didn’t do anything,” he repeated, slower this time. “And yet you ran the moment you saw me. So, I followed."
"...That's stalking."
"Hunting."
"It's still stalking!"
“It's instinct.” He gave a small, amused shrug, like he didn't care about legal distinctions. His grip shifted again, and this time he lifted you a fraction higher, forcing you to look up at him fully. “How long did you think you could survive like that?” he asked quietly. “Really.”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.
Sinister watched the silence stretch, then exhaled like he was mildly disappointed. “Prey like you always think distance equals safety,” he said, almost conversational. “Hiding spots. Corners. Little tunnels.”
His eyes flicked briefly toward the playground structure behind you.
“Temporary things.”
Then back to you.
“But you’re still here,” he added, voice dipping slightly. “So I guess I should give you a little credit.”
That should have sounded like praise. It didn’t. Not with the way he said it. Your ears twitched despite yourself.
“There it is, bunny,” he murmured.
“..What?”
He leaned back slightly, still holding you suspended, watching you like you were doing something fascinating without realizing it. “You’re not just scared. You’re responsive.. like, very responsive.”
Your face heated instantly. “I’m—”
His grip suddenly shifted, just like his energy. Your stomach dropped the instant his arm moved.
“Wait!”
The protest barely left your mouth before the world tilted.
He lifted you fully. No effort—just one smooth motion as if you weighed nothing at all. Like's he's finally decided something.
He was already turning away from the playground and started walking.
The playground lights faded behind you as he crossed the fence without slowing down, stepping into the darker stretch of trees bordering the park.
Your breathing spiked immediately.
“P- Please, stop—”
Branches shifted overhead. The city noise dulled. Everything grew quieter the deeper he went, until all you could hear was your own heartbeat and the steady rhythm of his steps.
You twisted slightly in his grip. “Where are you taking me?!”
“I don’t want anyone watching.”
You stopped struggling for half a second. “…W-what?”
He kept walking. Branches brushed past his shoulders as he moved deeper into the trees. Moonlight broke through in thin stripes, cutting across his face—dark eyes steady, focused ahead like you were already a done decision.
“I said,” he continued, “I don’t want anyone seeing us out there.”
Us? That didn't sit right with you.
“I didn’t do anything!” you blurted again, voice cracking slightly. “I just— I was just running!”
Sinister let out a soft sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “It’s not about what you did,” he said. He adjusted his grip slightly, holding you more securely against his side as he walked—like you were something that belonged there now.
“It’s about what you are,” he added.
The forest seemed darker after that. The trees thicker. The path less visible. You tried to look back toward the park, but it was already gone behind the trunks. The deeper you went into the trees, the worse your instincts got.
Mark finally stopped. Not in a clearing that looked safe. Not anywhere that made sense. Just a patch of uneven ground between twisted roots and low hanging branches where the forest floor dipped slightly into soft, wet earth.
You barely had time to process it before you were dropped.
“Ugh!”
Your body hit the ground with a dull, messy impact. Cold. Wet. Mud soaked into your clothes immediately, clinging to fabric and skin alike. You scrambled instinctively, trying to push yourself up—
But a shadow fell over you.
Mark dropped down with you. Like gravity meant nothing to him. He landed directly above you, one knee planted beside your hip, pinning the space around you without fully crushing you—but making escape feel instantly impossible.
Your breath hitched. “W-wait—!”
The wolf didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned in.
His nose moved slightly as he inhaled slowly. His attention wasn’t on your face. It was on your scent.
“No—don’t—!”
A hand caught your wrist before you could even finish moving. Mark hummed softly, almost thoughtfully, as if confirming something only he could understand.
Then his free hand moved... curiously?
He ran his fingers along your sleeve first, then your shoulder, testing, feeling, mapping you out like you were something unfamiliar he wanted to understand fully.
Your ears snapped upright in panic.
And that’s when his attention sharpened.
“Oh…”
It was quiet. Almost pleased.
His hand shifted immediately to your head.
You flinched hard. “Stop—!”
His fingers closed around one of your bunny ears. Not pulling harshly. Just holding it. Tilting it slightly as if inspecting how it worked.
Sinister tilted his head.
“So sensitive,” he murmured.
His hand moved again—briefly brushing your tail, then your hips, then your back. You shook under him, mud sticking to your clothes, humiliation and fear mixing into something you couldn’t untangle.
Your hands pushed against the ground, trying to twist free from beneath him. Your legs kicked weakly, slipping against wet earth and roots. “Let me go!”
"Stop it," Mark growled quietly, before he pulled your pants down, the fabric tearing with a satisfying, almost violent sound.
He didn't bother with finesse—he immediately positioned his large cock at the entrance of your tight, trembling hole and pushed.
“A- aaahhh!!” Your eyes flew wide, brimming with sudden, fat tears that spilled down your cheeks. A broken, high pitched squeak escaped you as your body was forced to stretch around the sheer girth of Mark’s dick.
As he began to pound into you with ferocity, the sheer mounting anxiety became too much for your small body.
“Stop—wait, p-please!!”
The sound of your panicked cried and whines were like fuel to the fire in Mark’s veins.
—
He ignored the mud coating his thighs and the grit grinding between your bodies—all he could feel was the tight, agonizingly delicious friction of your ass.
“T-too big!!”
With a grunt, Mark suddenly hooked his large hands under your knees, hauling your legs upward, forcing them all the way back to your shoulders. The position was completely exposing the pink, stretching hole to the moonlight and his predatory gaze.
“Too big?" Mark rasped, his face a mask of sweat and dirt as he leaned down, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. "You're gonna take all of it. You're gonna take every fucking inch."
He began to hammer into you with a more aggressive, almost heavy rhythm, his hips slamming against your pelvis with a wet, slapping sound that echoed through the trees.
The overstimulation was reaching a fever pitch. The sheer size of his cock expanding your ass to the limit.
“It is! I- It doesn’t feel right! I don’t—”
“Liar. You love how it feels.” He interrupted as he increased his pace. His thrusts became shorter but rougher; driving himself into the very depths of your tiny body, aiming for that sweet spot. “..You love being filled up like this."
“M- Mmhh! No!”
The cold mud against your skin and the scorching heat of Mark’s cock was too much. Your small noises were becoming frantic, your small body twitching uncontrollably under the onslaught.
The sheer pressure in your lower abdomen, the overwhelming sensation of being stretched to the point of bursting, reached a breaking point.
Suddenly, a warm sensation flooded the space between you both. Your bladder finally gave way under the crushing weight of the stimulation.
A warm stream of urine flooded out from your twitching cock, mixing with the dirt and the sweat of your joined bodies.
The sensation was humiliating, but Mark didn't pull away. If anything, the piss only seemed to drive his primal instincts higher—feeling the build up in his own loins reaching crescendo.
“Look at you," Mark hissed, his eyes burning with a possessive light. "So messy. What a dirty little thing.”
Even then, he let out a low chuckle as he felt your body start to go limp and tremble violently under the weight of your release.
And now, he decided he wasn't just going to cum; he was going to breed you.
He pumped his dick in one last, devastatingly deep thrust, his hips locking against yours as his knot began to swell rapidly inside the overstimulated hole.
He groaned. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin, flooding your insides with a hot, thick release.
“W- Wait—! Don’t cum in me! Get it out!” You squealed.
Sinister didn’t listen nor did he let you rest. Instead, with a grunt of exertion, he shifted his weight, manhandling you with a brute strength that felt inescapable.
He forced your legs to the side, clamping them tightly together with one dirt stained hand to stifle any attempt at kicking or escape.
The other hand moved to your hip, spreading you once more, exposing the ravaged, gaping hole.
The sight was devastating.
The pink pucker was swollen, leaking a messy mixture of thick, white cum and the remnants of mud. It looked utterly wrecked, perfectly prepared for the nasty predator currently looming over you.
You could only lie there, trembling violently, your breath coming in ragged, broken whimpers as Mark began to drive into you again.
“No—no more! I- I’m so full!”
The plea was pathetic, a broken, sobbing sound that should have triggered pity, but to Sinister, it was nothing more than a confirmation of his power.
Seeing prey like you so completely undone—physically and emotionally—sent a wave of dark satisfaction through his chest.
"Full?" He mocked, his voice a rasp.
He leaned down, his weight crushing against your heaving chest, forcing the air out of you in a sharp gasp.
"You haven't seen anything yet. And you’re going to take every last drop."
He didn't care about the tears or the way your eyes were glazed over. With a quiet growl, he began to drive back into your ass. Each thrust was aimed at bottoming out against your womb.
“A- Aah! I don’t wanna be bred! Take it out!”
The words were a frantic, desperate prayer, but to him, they sounded like a challenge.
The mention of pregnancy, the ultimate act of claiming a potential mate sent a jolt of pure excitement through his spine. The idea of you carrying his scent, his mark, his actual offspring, made the wolf in his gut snarl with a possessive glee.
"That’s exactly what a little bunny like you is for." Mark hissed.
He wanted to hammer his seed so deep into your core that it became a part of you. Every time his hips slammed against yours, he felt the your insides twitching, trying to accommodate the unrelenting intrusion.
Your wails and squeals were becoming incoherent, lost in the rhythmic, wet slapping of bodies and the heavy sounds of his breathing.
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The forest was no longer a place of peace. The air was thick with the suffocating, musky scent of sweat, forest loam, and the sweet aroma of bunny pheromones.
A loud, sickeningly wet squelch echoed through the trees. The sound of his massive cock plunging into a hole that was already overflowing with the thick, creamy evidence of his previous bust.
"Look at how much you can take," he grunted, his voice a jagged, strained wreck. He leaned down, his face inches from your tear streaked, flushed visage. "Listen to that... you're practically drowning in it. You're nothing but a little breeding vessel for me, aren't you?"
You could only let out broken sobs, head tossing wildly from side to side in the wet ground.
"Aaaah! H—hah...! No, noo!"
And Mark could feel the familiar, agonizing swell of his knot beginning to expand once more, an aching pressure that forced him to bury himself as deep as physically possible.
He let out a long, guttural groan, his fingers digging hard into your hips that he was certain would leave permanent marks.
SPLAT.
With a final, devastating lunge, his knot locking tight against the entrance of your desolate hole. The sensation of being irrevocably sealed inside a bunny was intoxicating to him.
“E—eek!! Oh no!”
"There..." he gasped, body convulsing as he erupted a hot torrent of hot, sticky seed into you. "There you go. Take it all... take it, you little slut.”
He could feel the heat of his cum overflowing your tiny, overstretched womb, painting the very depths of your guts white.
But, he didn't just want to satisfy his lust. He wanted to saturate you. As the throbbing of his knot finally began to recede again, Mark felt a dark sense of completion.
He was still panting, his chest heaving with the exertion of the “hunt,” but the predatory madness in his eyes had softened into a dazed, possessive glow.
He didn't pull away gently—he gripped your hips one last time and surged backward with a sudden, violent force.
POP!
You let out a weak gasp.
The sound of his massive cock sliding out was loud in the quiet forest, a final, lewd exclamation of his conquest.
As the seal broke, a messy mixture of cum, urine, and mud spilled out of your devastated entrance, coating your thighs in a pale, sticky slurry.
Your body, absolutely spent and utterly broken, finally went limp..
You collapsed back into the cold muck, your limbs splayed out uselessly, small frame twitching with the aftershocks of the overstimulation. You looked like a discarded doll, eyes glazed and rolling back, breath coming in shallow, hitching gasps.
And unfortunately for you, Mark wasn't quite done.
He leaned down over you. Instead of a kiss, his teeth found the skin of your shoulder, sinking in with a sharp nip. He bit hard enough to draw a bead of crimson blood, the metallic tang of it mixing with the salty scent of sweat.
He moved to the other side, nipping at the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of stinging, red marks that would serve as a silent warning to anyone who dared look too closely.
He wanted the bruises to stay, he wanted the marks to remind you exactly who you belonged to.
“E—eep..” You squeaked softly.
"Yeah... keep making those sounds," Mark muttered, his voice still rough and low.
He reached out a large, dirt stained hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, smearing a bit of the mud across the your cheek.
The tiny, involuntary shudder that wracked you was followed by a familiar, warm sensation. In your state of sheer, lingering terror and sensory exhaustion, your little bunny bladder betrayed you once more, a thin, frantic stream of urine soaking into your skin.
Instead of being repulsed, Sinister felt a fresh surge of arousal. The scent of your fear and the sharp, acrid smell of piss mixing with the heavy musk of their sex was like a drug.
"Again?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well, an extra round won't hurt me."
“Wait— …w-what?”
He didn't give you a moment to breathe. He simply lunged forward, the weight of his entire body was a suffocating pressure that forced the air from your lungs in a pathetic, wheezing "Uuuf.."
There was no room for you to move, no room to even breathe, let alone escape.
Mark reached down and gripped your soft bunny ears. He didn't hold them gently—he wound the velvet appendages around his fingers and tugged, forcing your head back at a punishing angle.
You squeaked.
He needed those eyes focused. He needed you to see the predator that was currently dismantling him.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. He grabbed your chin, forcing those glazed, rolled back eyes to snap into focus on his own. "Don't you dare look away."
Without a second of hesitation, Mark moved. He didn't go for the heat of your lower half this time. Instead, he drove his thick, pulsing cock straight into your mouth.
The sudden movement forced a muffled, choked scream from your throat, eyes widening in sheer shock as your jaw was stretched to the breaking point.
He didn't care about comfort.
He began to fuck your face, his hips slamming against your chin and lips. The sound was a wet, messy cacophony of gagging, heavy breathing, and squelching.
Every time he thrust deep, he felt your small hands clawing uselessly at his muscular thighs, trying to find leverage.
"Take every fucking inch of me," Mark hissed, his eyes watching you struggle to accommodate him. "Show me how well you can take it.."
Your eyes were brimming with fresh tears, your face flushed and tear streaked as you fought to breathe around the invading length.
You were practically drowning.
The taste of mud, musk, and the sharp tang of your own urine made your head spin in a dizzying haze of sensory overload.
"That's it... swallow it all..." Mark groaned. He was relentless, his large hands tightening their grip on your ears, using them to steer your head back and forth, ensuring he was hitting the very back of your throat.
He wanted to feel the exact moment your body buckled.
He wanted to feel the heat of your throat constricting around him even more, wanted to feel your very soul surrender to his cock.
And you could barely make a sound—only muffled whimpers and the panic-stricken sounds of your own choking.
"Good boy... just like that.”
Your vision began to swim, the dark trees above blurring into a chaotic whirl of shadows. Perhaps death, somehow, was consuming you.
But Mark was reaching his limit, white hot sparks going through his nervous system. The familiar, violent tension. The urge to claim one last time before the exhaustion finally claimed him too.
"I'm... coming..."
He didn't pull out. Instead, he gripped the bunny's ears even tighter, ensuring he was as deep as physically possible.
With a final, bone deep lunge into your jaw, his hips locked against your face with a heavy thud.
He let out a long, ragged moan, his body tensing into a rigid arc—knot pulsing violently, and the sheer volume of the release was staggering.
You could feel the viscous liquid filling your mouth, sliding down your throat in an overwhelming rush.
You could only make desperate gagging and asphyxiating sounds. Your trembling, wet eyes rolled back once more as you struggled to swallow the amount of the hot deluge.
"All of it..."
Mark’s eyes burned with a dark, triumphant light. He didn't loosen his grip on the ears, holding you in that vulnerable, stretched position to ensure not a single drop was wasted.
—
He eventually pulled away with a slow, wet suction sound, his cock sliding out and leaving a glistening trail of white seed hanging from the your lips.
You let out a ragged wheeze.
Mark sat back on his haunches, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.
He looked down at the wreckage he had made.
You lay completely sprawled in the stinking mire, small, filth smeared body still twitching with involuntary, post orgasmic tremors.
Your face was a mask of pure, beautiful devastation—eyes wide and vacant, staring up at the canopy in a blank, trance like state, mouth slightly agape and still leaking a bit of the creamy seed you had been forced to swallow.
"Fuuuck. You're actually really good," Mark muttered, a predatory, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips.
He reached down, his thumb tracing the edge of your swollen, reddened lip, smearing a bit of the leftover cum across your cheek. "Got me thinking if I should just keep you for myself. Hide you away where no one else can find you."
The thought wasn't a joke. There was a terrifying sincerity in his eyes, a possessive hunger that hadn't quite been sated by the physical act.
He wanted to wrap his arms around this small, ruined thing and never let the world see you again.
You didn't even blink.
You just lay there, a broken, beautiful mess of a bunny, your mind clearly lost somewhere in the hazy, overwhelming void.
Happy pride! Any ideas on gaara going to pride festivals with his (trans) male s/o? (+ any headcanons on his sexuality? Been seeing demisexual, pan, or gay around)
something short and sweet for mid-pride
no ai used. i just love sexy puncutation
it took gaara a while to figure his sexuality out. really, he never gave it thought until he met you
before you, he had begun to accept that he may never find a romantic partner. it would be hard to balance a personal life with kazekage duties
you, his caring boyfriend, never pushed him to label himself. though, from listening to you explain your own queerness and the community that helped you in your journey, he started to put more thought into how he experienced his own sexuality
it took time, of course, but he found demisexual to be most fitting. he didn't recall a time before you that he'd been truly in love. infatuations, sure. you were his romance
the heavy, hot season in the village hidden in the sand has arrived. so had its annual pride festival, full of color, delicious foods from the surrounding villages, and celebration of true self
you had attended for many years, even meeting some of your closest friends at the huge event. as gaara's partner, you wanted him to go so he could experience the joy it brought for the first time. you also wanted him to step away from his duties for a short while. he never stopped working himself to the bone
it took some convincing, but gaara had finally agreed to go with you
his face was immediately washed with surprise. he tended to avoid crowds whenever he could. he never enjoyed them. however, seeing so many people celebrate their gender and sexual expression while he had no time to think of his own for so long was.. an odd emotion to navigate
pride swelled in your chest watching him greet the people of the sand. he had a new, deeper connection with them. he was the kazekage, but he loved just as they did
when he could get away, you walked with him hand-in-hand between the vendors when you spotted the most precious stuffed animal: a grumpy looking red kitty. the similarity between it and your lover was unmistakable. it would make the perfect gift for gaara, but you wanted to make it a bit more special
you sent gaara on a mission to get you both dango. with him out of sight, you paid the vendor for the little kitty
when gaara returned, he instantly recognized the mischievous look you were trying to hide
"i have a surprise for you." you presented the stuffed kitty from behind your back, grinning. gaara wasn't one to show much emotion on the outside. but you knew that when he took the kitten to look at it for a long time, he loved it
"thank you, desert flower." a tiny smile formed on his lips. he took one skewer of dango from the plate to hold it to your lips, you happily take one of the sweet rice balls off with your teeth
as you chew, you feel him run his thumb along your lip. gaara licks the syrup off his thumb, gazing at you with affection only you receive from the closed-off man. with a blushing, hot face, you lean in to kiss him deeply. "happy pride, gaara."
Gaara being top- what would he be like switching.. any ideas for a smut on him being dominated (gn reader)? He’d probably make a good seat and get so red at the image
a lil drabble for this anons amazing mind
maybe i should write a full length fic for this.. idk!!
gaara was an impenetrable wall. he watched over the village hidden in the sand with strict but caring guidance. his face rarely gave away what he truly felt. it was hard for him to express his deepest desires, even to you, his adoring partner.
"look at me," you tell him. gaara closes his eyes. there's a slight tremble in his body. "gaara." you say more sternly. he slowly looks up at you. his thick eyeliner is smudged beautifully across his cheeks from the small tears running down them.
"desert flower," he whispers. "i.. can't." you smile mockingly at him. "you can't what?" his naked body is sweaty under your palms. sitting in his lap, you act as a grounding for the man who is slowly falling apart. it's all for you, only you. "i can't wait any longer." gaara finally confesses. "i.. need you." he slumps over, his head resting on your shoulder. "poor thing," you coo. "alright. you've been doing good so far. you deserve your reward."
he had been good. only cumming when you tell him to, listening to your every command, blushing at your praise. he was perfect. he deserved to let go in your arms. he always held everyone else in his own. you reach behind you to take his large, twitchy cock in your hand. gaara lets out a shaky breath. "sshh," you hum. you hold his red face in your hand as you slowly sink down on his dick. you moan. his cock leaves you satisfyingly full. you grind down once you bottom out, enjoying how his length rubs against your inner walls. he chokes out a moan. "flower," he pants. "now, now. there you are. feels good, doesn't it?" he nods, biting his lip. "such a good boy."
you begin to bounce. his hips jerk up, wanting to keep himself buried inside. you push him back against the chair. "no," your voice is stern. he knows not to argue. he never does. with a look of defeat, he stills himself. you let him sulk for a moment before your moving again. gaara whimpers beneath you. his head falls back with pleasure. it makes you smile. you lean back with your hands on his muscular thighs, using them as leverage. each time your ass slams down on his legs, an echoing sound of skin-on-skin fills the room.
gaara jerks, a gasp escaping his abused lips. "you gonna cum, pretty boy?" you tease him. "yes," he gasps. "please, let me, my flower." he pleads. he'd done too well the whole night to warrant a no. "alright," you grin. "cum inside me." you grab his shoulders, pulling his face to your chest. he whines quietly, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. "fuck," you moan. "you're gonna make me cum, gaara." this makes his eyes flutter shut. how adorable. you touch yourself between your thighs, watching the kazekage moan and cum. you can feel his seed dripping out of your hole. picturing it alone helps you to your own orgasm. the world goes white for a few blissful moments. after, a gorgeous man is there to stare lovingly into your eyes.
"desert flower," he pants. "please.. can we go again?" you giggle. "fine. but you'll be doing the work this time."
