I read alot of fanfiction, both here and on Ao3! Im trying to interact more with the authors and the community so heres my main post!
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♥Fandom List and the characters I read/tag for! (alphabetic order)♥
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Arcane (animated show)
Sevika
Silco
Viktor
BNHA/MHA MASTERLIST
(too many links for this post!)
Call of Duty (video game)
John Price
Johnny MacTavish
Kyle Garrick
Nikto
Simon Riley
Poly 141
Creepypasta + Marble Hornets (public media/?)
Brian Thomas // hoodie
Eyeless Jack
Jeffry Woods // jeff the killer
Slenderman
Tim Wright // Masky
Tobias erin Rogers // Ticci toby
Criminal Minds (TV show/movies)
Aaron Hotchner
DC (TV show/movies)
Bruce Wayne // Batman
Jason todd //red hood
Dead by Daylight + Slashers (video game + TV show/movies)
Billy Loomis / Ghost face
Stu Macher / Ghost face
Bo Sinclair
Dispatch (video game)
Robert Robetson ||| // mechaman
Sonar // victor
Gachiakuta (animated show)
Bundus
Bro Santa
Enjin
Jabber Wonger
Tamsy Caines
Zanka Nijiku
Janka (Jabber x Zanka)
Hades (video game)
Zagreus
Haikyuu (animated show)
Tsukishima Kei
Harry Potter MASTERLIST
(too many links for this post!)
Jujustu Kaisen (animated show)
Geto Suguru
Gojo Satoru
Higuruma Hiromi
Itadori Yuuji
Kento Nanami
Megumi Fushiguro
Ryomen Sukuna
Toji Fushiguro
The Last of Us (video game)
Joel Miller
The Legend of Zelda (video game)
Ganandorf
Lord of the Rings (TV show/movies)
Thranduil
Marvel (MCU) (TV show/movies)
Bucky Barnes // winter soldier
Frank Castle // the punisher
Khonshu
Logan Howlett // wolverine
Loki
Matt Murdock // daredevil
Moonknight system/collective
Overwatch (video game)
Gabriel Reyes // Reaper
Rammatra
Red Dead Redemption (video game)
Arthur Morgan
Resident Evil (video game)
Karl Heisenberg
Vampyr (video game)
Jonathan Reid
The Witcher (video game)
Geralt of Rivia
Witch Hat Atelier (animated series)
Olruggio
Qifrey
Orufrey
Alternate Universes (AU) and specific tags!
Lemons Favorites
ABO au
Angel Reader
Body Swap
Fae au
Historic AU
Hybrid au
Hybrid Reader
Orc
Reader does something
Werewolf
Witch reader
Vamp reader
Q&A
Q: "Whats with the 'Lemons rec ___' tag?"
A: Because of how many fics i read on here (at the time im writing this i have over 2k reblogs) i add the "lemons rec ___" tag to the fics so i can easily find them to come back and read again later! These are a recent addition so not all of my posts will have them! It's also so i dont flood already created tags.
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Hello, hope you're having a wonderful day! Thank you for all your writings, they are always a highlight of my day❤ Can I ask for jjk characters's reaction when due to some curse they switch bodies with their crush/s/o for a day?
JJK BODIES CHANGED WITH S/O DUE TO A CURSE
1. Gojo Satoru: he is going to embarrass you. He'll do everything possible with your body to question your reputation. Like telling how sexy Director Yaga is. People will think that you went crazy. He'll also hookup with you in his body just to see how he tastes. "Mochi, sorry to say, but I'm the hottest here".
2. Nanami Kento: it's the first time you'll see Nanami running crazy. He'll go all paranoid specially about touching your body. It's so disrespectful. He'll die if Gojo appears and realizes what's going on. "OOOWOOU, Nanamin is suddenly more attractive!". If you don't hold him back, he might kill Gojo.
3. Itadori Yuji: he'll think is the most incredible thing that had ever happened in his life. He'll test you body strength to the limits. "YUJIII, YOU MF!!! TOMORROW IT'S BACK TO ME SO I'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE PAIN". He just laughs.
4. Fushiguro Megumi: he'll be paralyzed looking at the mirror not believing in his eyes. He'll lock you both in his room and won't be able to look at you (him) for the whole day. He'll even try to find something to cover his eyes. Cuddles is a NO, if you try anything, he'll be scared to death.
5. Kugisaki Nobara: she'll be amazed but not about the situation per se. She'll be amazed by herself and being able to look at her from others perspective. "I KNEW IT! I'm beautiful. Look at this skin! Look at this hair... my, my, I'M PERFECT". Palmed face because is going to be like this your whole day.
6. Inumaki Toge: well, he'll be able to talk. So he'll talk so much and without you being able to answer. But you'll let him though, thinking how hard it must have been all this years while you taste a bit of it for one day. He'll also stain your reputation. He just wants to confuse people.
7. Okkotsu Yuta: he'll die of shame LMAO. He just can't get out of his head the fact that you'll be able to see all of him and vice-versa. He'll also lock you together trough out the whole thing. "Yuyu, it's not like you haven't seen it before". Rika is dying of laughter now.
HAHAHAHAHHAHHA IT WAS FUN ;)))) Hope you are having a wonderful day too and that can make it even better. Thank you so much!!! It makes me really happy to write them and that they reach you.
Contains: fem reader, caught masturbating, teasing, dirty talk, rough sex :3, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, kinda selfcest?? (they’re in each others body’s while they fuck), spanking
MDNI
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"Ahh! F-fuck, mmm-" Gojo's voice could be heard from the other side of the door, with squelching accompanying the lewd moans into the hallway. Gojo pressed your body up to the door quietly, listening to you use his body to get off after telling him to not even look at yours in the shower. Someone's a little hypocrite~ he internally cooed, fighting back a giggle.
As full of Gojo was of himself, he wasn't the type of guy to get off on his own moans, but he did find it arousing that you were in his body and were using him like some slut for your own pleasure. He waited patiently until he heard his body cum, still pressed against the door until the sighing and shuffling on the other side of the door died before he knocked to announce his arrival.
Here the two of you lie, in your room in silence while Gojo stares at the poorly tucked away cum rag you used to clean up your mess under your bed. "Ahh~ I always feel so much better after a shower." He sighs, starting up a conversation. "Mmm, me too." You mumbled, still staring at the ceiling from your place on the bed. "Yeah? Why don't you go take one?" He asked, walking over to your bed and making himself comfortable as he lay against your pillows.
"Gross Satoru, I'm not taking a shower in this body, unless I have to.. and who said you could sit on my bed?" You chastized, setting yourself up on your forearms to look at him, finding that it was still hard to make eye contact. Every time you did you were reminded of what a pervert you had been, and how you probably almost got caught.
"No? You don't feel dirty?" He asked pouting out his bottom lip teasingly, insistent on keeping his eyes glued to yours even tho yours tried to avoid his like the plague. "Why would I feel dirty? You had your infinity on during the fight, you're spotless." You rambled. "Maybe, but don't you feel the need to wash up after you cum?" He said, leaning your head in his hands as he smiled at you from under your lashes.
You felt your entire body heat up at his words, you had the same feeling as when you took one too many candies as a kid and your parents called you out for it. You could feel your face heat up and your palms become sweaty. You tried to play dumb, making brief eye contact with your body and noticing the smug look Gojo had manipulated on its face, before plopping your head back down on the bed as you laid flat and made yourself at home by staring at the ceiling once more.
"W-why is that relevant?" You questioned, hoping somehow that Gojo hadn't somehow caught on to what you did in his body, you thought you had been so careful! "Playing coy doesn't sound good when it's coming from my voice~" He said, dragging out his words for emphasis as he sat straight, looking down at his form as you lay still on the bed. Fuck, how did his technique work again? He could teleport, right, maybe if you just closed your eyes realllly hard and focused you could excape this horribly awkward conversation.
You tried, you really did, but to no avail. When you opened your eyes you were still looking at your tan ceiling, and you still saw your body looking down at you through your peripherals. "Did it feel good?" He asked, making your face heat up. "It sounded like it felt good." He giggled. "Y-you were listening?" You gasped, looking into your eyes now as the two of you kept eye contact. "I don't think that really matters when you violated my body when I was away~" He cooed, making a strong point. You still couldn't help but feel embarrassed thinking about how much me might've heard.
"S-Satoru I'm sorry, really, I have no excuses I just- fuck I don't even know what came over me." You blushed, trying to keep eye contact with yourself to seem more sincere as you spoke to him. "Ahh~ I cant believe you would do this after you yelled at me to not even look at your body~" He said dramatically, wrapping your arms around your body to block off your view and make you look smaller as he pretended to feel violated.
The white-haired man was having so much fun right now, it wasn't every day he got to tease you like this, so he figured why not drag it out a bit. You started apologizing profusely, saying over and over how sorry you were before your own laugh cut you off. "S-sorry." He stuttered through a laugh, whipping his own smile off your face as he dropped your chin down to look at you in faux seriousness. Something told you he didn't care as much as he said he did.
"It's amusing to hear you grovel like this, I didn't mean to laugh out loud." He confessed, making your face heat up in annoyance. You were mad that you had zero ground to chastise him right now as if he really was upset about this whole thing, you didn't want to make it any worse. "It did feel good though right?" He asked again, biting your lip as he scooted closer to his body. "My cock is sooo sensitive I bet you were having a field day~ I don't blame you for not being able to stop~" He sympathized, using your hand to rub over his abs, a sensation that made your skin tingle under his touch.
"S-satoru-" You tried to interrupt him, "Did you play with my balls too? I never last long when I do that." He added, lowering his hand to rub over his v-line as he watched the tent in his pants grow slowly and steadily at his words. "Satoru what are you d-doing?" You managed to ask, his voice coming out meek and submissive. The man hummed, caressing his hand lower and lower until he reached the band of his sweats, teasing your fingertips under the waistline.
"I guess I'm just a little envious that you got to experience cumming in my body, and I didn't even get to look at yours~" He pouted, playing dumb. He made a good point, you had perved out on his own body like this when you set such strict rules for him, that he sounded like he actually followed. "So what does that mean?" You asked hesitantly, swallowing hard when he pulled back his pants and boxers before letting them snap back against your skin. "Well.. you must be a little curious to see what fucking something other than my hand feels like, right?" He asked, hitting the nail on the head.
"Satoru if you're talking about us having sex right now I don't-" Your voice cut you off, you felt a hand start to rub in tantalizing circles over the tent in your pants, and you quickly dropped your gaze away from your face to watch. "That's exactly what I had in mind~" He cooed, tilting his head at you while he rubbed his cock in your smaller hand. "Isn't that.. going to be uncomfortable?" You asked, surprising Gojo when you weren't immediately put off by the idea, the hand that was rubbing his cock definitely aiding in your answer.
"Does it feel uncomfortable?" He asked, sliding his hand under the waistband of his boxers as he gripped his cock with your hand and started stroking it directly. As good as pleasure felt in your body, he wished he could feel you touch his cock like this, but maybe after this, he would have an easier time getting you into bed when things went back to normal. "Hmm? Does it?" He cooed in your voice, making you blush at how seductive you sounded.
"F-feels good but-" You choked out through a moan, your breath hitching when Gojo slung your body to sit on top of himself as he used your free hand to cover his mouth, stopping your words. "Just look at me in the mirror if fucking your body is too weird~" He giggled, watching as your eyes looked past your body sitting on top of you as you made eye contact with Gojo's body in the mirror. "I for one don't mind looking at myself like this, I've definitely had a wet dream about this before." He giggled, easing your nerves at his unseriousness, you doubted he was joking either.
He released the hand that was covering your mouth as he pulled his boxers down enough for his dripping cock to spring out. "Fuck, are you that wet because of the situation, or is that all my body's doing?" He laughed, rubbing his pointer finger over the top of his dick as he tapped the precum agaisnt it, making a lewd wet 'plp' sound. "S-shut up." You groaned through your teeth, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten when he wrapped his hand around himself again and started stroking at a propper pace. "Shit, this is so weird, heh." Gojo laughed, the feeling of looking at himself while he jerked himself off, out of body, was truly an experience.
"This was y-your idea, don't complain now." You said in his voice, watching intently at his hand that moved over his cock expertly. His precise and knowledgeable movements felt a hell of a lot better than your own, and the visual of your hand dwarfed by his massive cock was a sight to behold, one that aided in your growing arousal. "Yeah, yeah." He said, briefly sitting up as he pulled your shorts and panties down your body, leaving his cock hanging twitching in the air between the two of you as he disrobed your body.
The man turned around and faced himself in the mirror as he sat on top of you, the bottom half of your body bare as he pulled your shirt over your body and feasted his eyes on your naked form. "Shit, actually.." He smirked, biting his lip as he ran your hands down your body seductively. "Fuck me like this, wanna watch your body move while you do it." He said, reaching behind you to grab his dick again and stroke it while he continued admiring your body.
"Satoru please don't look it's embarrassing." You begged, covering your face with his massive hands as your entire body felt like it was on fire from the arousal and combined embarrassment. "Im about to watch you get fucked, you might wanna get over your fears." He giggled. "Besides, you're fucking hot, can feel your body gettin' all horny from just lookin' at it." He confessed in your voice, making you whine. The man grabbed his dick and lifted his body over his cock, looking down to line it up with your entrance before he pressed the tip against your hole.
"W-wait Satoru a condom-" You warned when you felt him start to sit down on you. "Trust me, you do not want a condom on when you feel this." He said, gasping when his tip popped past the tight ring of your cunt. Every alarm that was going off in your head melted away when you felt the tight and warm sensation envelop his cock, you felt his balls twitch and tighten the more he sat down on his cock, you would worry about the lack of a condom later.
"Fuuuuuck, that's the shit~" He groaned, bottoming out on his cock while he placed his hands on his body's knees and stared at your body in the mirror, specifically where the two of you were connected. "I feel so fucking f-fulll~" He wined, wiggling his hips in circles on your lap as he tried to adjust to the feeling of having a cock inside him for the first time. His dick was pressing up against all the right spots in your walls he didn't even find when he was fingering your cunt earlier in the shower, this was a hundred times better than your pathetic digits, he started to understand why girls kept blowing up his phone after a one night stand now.
"I- I think I'm gonna cum- p-please don't move." You wined, using Satoru's massive hands to grip your body's waist hard enough to leave bruises as you tried to make sure he couldn't even wiggle around. "I wouldn't mind feeling that~" He said, referring to you filling him up. You tilted your head back and took some deep breaths to steady yourself. Your cunt was incredibly warm and wet it felt like it was going to melt his dick as he sat still on you. The strong warmth that had blossomed in your tummy was almost overbearing, and your head was spinning at all the stimulation.
You knew Gojo was experienced, so how did it still feel this good? How did it still feel so sensitive? Was it because it was your first time feeling anything like it? You chalked it up to that, your train of thought getting cut off when your voice spoke through the room.
"Can I move? This fucking cunt is aching for it." Satoru wined, trying to wiggle his hips in your strong grip. "I think so." You nodded when he looked at you for your approval. It was so freaky seeing someone else control your body, but the pleasure of your own cunt squeezing around the cock you temporarily had eased your nerves significantly. "You might have to help me out, never rode a dick before." He giggled in your voice, turning his head back to look at your body in the mirror as he lifted his weight until his dick was almost completely out of him, before he sat all of your weight back down on his cock.
"Oh- fuck-" Gojo wined in your voice, coming out a little more submissive than he would've liked. He quickly started a fast pace bounding on your lap, your jaw dropped open as you allowed yourself to feel everything. "Y-eah it feels fucking good d-doesn't it?" Gojo tried to laugh through a moan, your voice getting louder when you started fucking his hips up into your body, poisoning his dick in and out of the man who possessed your body.
Gojo was right, you could think of nothing worse than something like a condom blocking your direct contact from feeling your tight walls wrap around his cock like this. You were impressed by your strength in this body when you used your grip on the body on top of you to lift it up and bring it down harder on his cock, making him scream out while your breathing picked up.
"S-so roughh~" Gojo smiled at his current body in the mirror, abandoning one of his hands that had stabilized himself on your thigh to rub his clit in fast circles, making your walls squeeze his dick tightly. "God Satoru- loosen" thrust "up!" you grit in his voice, your eyes threatening to roll back in your head at how intense the feeling of your pulsing walls around his dick felt. "C-cant ohmygod c-cumming!" He cried suddenly, his back arching forward as your cunt spasmed around his cock.
You fucked him through his orgasm, loud short wines and curses fell from his lips as he came, his body jerked as the waves crashed over him, his body going limp in your hold. You took the opportunity to manhandle your body, quickly turning the two of you around in one swift movement you forced him into a weak doggystyle position, his face being pressed into the sheets while drool dripped out from the corner of his lips.
You couldn't let up on his cunt, the pulsing around his cock was an amazing feeling and you were determined to feel it again, Gojo pressed your thighs together and crossed your feet at the overstimulation he was feeling as mindless babbles and whines of your own name could be heard in your voice underneath you. You prayed no one was around the dorms at this time, as they might be a little confused on what they were hearing right now.
"Fuck- make me c-cum again give it to me g-give it to me" He whined, his words being slurred into one as you fucked heavy and mean thrusts into his cunt. You don't know what came over you, but the need to respond and talk dirty back to him was overwhelming you, "Yeah? Wanna cum all over this cock again?" You said, making yourself blush as you aroused yourself hearing his dirty words in your ears. "Y-e-ssssss fuckk~" Gojo whined into the sheets, a cock-drunken smile plastered on his face as he took everything your gave him.
You felt his balls coil tighter, the knot in his stomach tying itself harder into knots as you fucked a particularly soft spot inside your cunt. The telltale sign of Gojo's orgasm was creeping over his body, making your thrusts grow sloppy. Gojo laughed from underneath you, the sound being chopped up by moans. "Y-you're gonna c-cum arent you?" He teased, trying to look at you out of the corner of his eye.
You probably should've felt more uncomfortable with how arousing fucking your own body was, but you would probably dream about this night for years to come, so you could ponder about that later.
The expression Gojo had on your face was so pretty, you had to admit. Your eyes kept rolling back in your head each time you fucked into him, the fucked out smile he had on, the moans that were forced out of your mouth, and the way your cunt pulsed around you pushed you over the edge.
Gojo whined when he felt you still against his ass, "Yeahhhh fill me up, fuck your cum into me~" He whined, taking advantage of being in your body to say shit you would never say, for his own pleasure. He bit his lip at how warm his cum was when it shot rope after rope inside him. Your clit was throbbing at the feeling, he so badly wanted to reach down and pet it till he came as well, but he would wait till you started fucking into him again.
Right when you started coming down from your orgasm, something akin to the feeling of a back scratch, or getting your head massaged at the salon washed over the two of you. Suddenly you had an intense ache in your lower back, and your tummy felt strangely warm. "Heh, what a fucking twist~" You heard Gojo's voice coo down at you, only this time, you weren't in control of it anymore. "I wanted to feel my cock cum inside your cunt while I was in your body one last time, but now I can feel it from my own." He grinned maliciously.
Even though Gojo had just cum, he started fucking into you like a madman, the squelching between your legs was so much louder now as your combined cum gathered around the base of his thick cock. "Have fun in my body?" He asked, giggling with his signature headache inducing giggle, "You liked cumming inside something? Glad you didnt use a condom huhhh~?" He teased, pulling his hips back to the tip before he fucked his entire occk back into you, making you scream out.
Gojo had adjusted surprisingly quick, I guess that makes sense for the world's strongest sorcerer. You on the other hand were still trying to come to terms with being in your own body again and having practically no time to adjust to the feeling of his cock before he started bullying it into your walls. It's not like it hurt, but the feeling of him fucking into your sweet spot so rough was almost too much. "Oh, you were aching down here~" Gojo remembered, reaching his hand under your body to rub your clit in little circles. "Let me help you~" He cooed, sucking air in through his teeth when your cunt tightened around him at the addition of stimulation.
"S-toru wa-ittt-" You cried, trying to warn him of how close you were but ultimately falling short. Your walls started to spasm around him as your body came for the nth time that night. "Oh shiiit~ Feels so fucking good baby-" Gojo groaned, letting his head fall back and his jaw drop in a small o as you came hard around his length, and he actually got to feel it this time. Your body was completely limp to his mean thrusts, your eyes rolling back as nonsense spilled from your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm, past overstimulation, and towards another high.
He lifted your tummy up from underneath you and pressed down on your lower back simultaneously to get you in a meaner arch, before he went back to rubbing your clit. The man placed his foot next to your body to give himself more leverage to fuck you harder, and that's exactly what he did. "Tell me you need my cum- cmon baby- say it-" He cooed, gritting his teeth together as he used your cunt to work himself up to his orgasm.
His eyes darted between the mess the two of you were creating at your fucked out, drooling face. He pulled back his hold on your hip to leave a mean spank against your ass, making you yelp out into the room. "What did I say, huh? Don't fucking ignore me when I'm this close~" Gojo chastized, shaking his head. "N-eed your cum 'toruuu" You slurred, "W-ant to feel you fill me up-" You begged, your words being chopped up by his mean thrusts.
"Again," Gojo said, leaving another smack on the fat of your ass. "C-cum inside mee~" You repeated. "Again," Another smack. "Toru- toru- toru-" You repeated his name as he groaned through his teeth. He felt his balls tighten quickly before he was thrown into his orgasm. His body jerked as his hips fucked load after load into your used and abused cunt. He released a long groan when he stilled his hips to your ass and let himself finish. Your moans had quieted as you laid under him, whimpering softly each time he fucked into you but otherwise trying to catch your breath from how hard he just gave it to you.
Once Gojo had released all of his seed into you, he pulled his sore cock out and gripped himself at the base as the both of you groaned in oversensitivily. "Fuck, think you milked me dry after that one." He laughed, pulling your pussy lips to the side to get a better view of your stuffed hole that leaked his cum in a steady drip down the back of your thighs. "I don't think I've ever been so sore in my life." You said quietly into the sheets, making him giggle.
"I think that was my fault, I might've worked your cunt a little too hard in the shower." He said, letting your body drop down onto the bed as he sat beside you and rubbed your thigh soothingly. You stayed silent for a couple beats before his words registered in your head. Worked too hard in the shower? What? Wait.. did he?
Your jaw dropped, you turned your head to look at him with an incredulous look on your face while he smiled with faux innocence down at you. "You fucking hypocrite! You made me feel bad for masturbating in your body when it sounds like you went ape shit on mine!" The man just giggled infuriatingly, "I like teasing you~ I'm sorryyyy~ You practically handed the opportunity to me!" He defended, throwing his hands up in the air.
You sighed, looking away from his irritatingly handsome face as you shut your eyes and curled your body on your side feeling a headache start to come on. "Oh come onnn~ We had a good time~" The man's voice resonated in your ears while he wrapped his large body around yours and started placing kisses on your shoulder to ease your frustration. Was it possible to kill a curse twice? You sighed as your body relaxed against him, your exhausted body welcoming the kisses.
sunlight peaked through the curtains of your shared apartment. it was early morning, but the exact time was unclear. you had woken up a few minutes ago and suguru was stirring beside you. you felt him first: his big arms wrapping around you, soft lips leaving wet kisses down your neck, and the hard tent in his pants pressing against your ass.
wasting no time, you slowly grinded against him, earning a low grown from the raven haired man. his soft lips ghosted over your skin while his hands gripped your hips. you instinctively opened your legs as he inched closer to you. the only thing you had on were your flimsy sleep shorts and matching tank top. suguru snaked his hand in between your thighs and tugged off your shorts. arching into him, you spread even wider so he could reach where you ached the most.
“already so soaked for me,” he murmured. using his fingers, he spread your slick across your folds a low hum. all you could manage was a small nod. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before slipping two fingers inside of you. you moaned into your pillow and shuddered. his long fingers reached where your own couldn’t. he curled them and you bit the pillow to muffle your embarrassingly loud moans.
he cupped your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “don’t hide from me. i wanna hear you.” your cunt fluttered at his words and you whimpered his name.
“you’re taking my fingers so well my love,” he cooed, picking up the pace a little. broken moans left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. you didn’t hold back this time, letting him hear just how good he made you feel.
“my baby is so needy in the morning, isn’t she?” suguru pressed his lips to your neck. a soft cry escaped your lips, your thighs shaking as he curled his fingers again.
you shattered, the pleasure taking over you. you whispered his name quietly as you came down from your high. suguru pulled out his fingers with a wet squelch before bringing them to his lips.
“mmm,” he moaned shamelessly. you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he swirled his tongue to taste you. he smirked when he realized you were watching him, then pulled down his boxers.
precum was already oozing from his mushroom tip. you reached behind you and pumped the base of his cock, earning a low groan from him. as you glided your thumb across the head, he twitched in your palm and bucked his hips into your hand slightly.
after you teased him a bit, he did the same suguru teased your entrance, smearing your wetness with his length before pushing inside. you gasped at the stretch. he split you open as he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. once he fully bottomed out, he began to move his hips slightly.
the angle was more agonizing than his pace. his thrusts were shallow, he barely pulled out before slipping back inside of you, but the way his tip nudged that spot deep inside made you shiver. your velvet walls clenched around him with each stroke, taking every inch.
“my pretty girl,” he whispered. you whined softly, too tired and too fucked out to think properly. "perfect, just perfect."
he rolled his hips slowly. you arched your back and grasped the pillow under your head. his dick bullied your cunt, making your brain go all fuzzy. the way he whispered sweet, yet filthy things to you wasn’t helping either.
“you take me so well, my love. the way you melt like putty in my hands drives me crazy.” he smiled into your skin. “milking the shit out of me as a ruin you. so tight, you’d think i never take care of you.”
but that wasn’t true. mornings like this with suguru were a reoccurring thing. he always found himself slipping inside of you, reaching where you needed him most.
Summary: You're happy. You have a lovely home, a wonderful husband and four bright girls. So, why does Olruggio suddenly make your heart race? And why does Qifrey not seem to mind?
Pairing: Poly!Qifrey/Reader/Olruggio
Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Tags: qifrey is a freak and olruggio has a panic attack; multichapter, Established Relationship, polyamory, love confessions, major character injury, accidental love confessions, angst, hurt/comfort, original characters used as plot devices, cross-posted to AO3, no beta cause i post for fun and for free
Word count: 4,027
Rating: T
chapter 3 - chapter 4
Olruggio stood beside Qifrey as he watched his companion work. He was propped against the table, one arm holding his weight while the other sat on his hip.
Qifrey had called him in here only a half hour ago, you and the girls were fast asleep, unaware of what was happening.
In front of Qifrey was a small round contraption. A red Kalhn gem, polished to perfection, sat comfortably in gold plated metal. The gem wasn’t rare. Olruggio had seen it, and used it, many times. It was a common decorative piece in Kalhn, used as altar details, jewelry gifts and bead embellishments. It was probably part of the reason that Qifrey chose it. It wasn’t unusual, or strange and fit right in with the world around it.
“Can you look at this seal for me?” Qifrey asked.
“Qifrey, you can’t give this to her.” Olruggio said.
Qifrey looked up at him, gaze penetrating over the rim of his glasses.
“You know why I have to,” Qifrey said. Of course Olruggio knew why. He just didn’t like it. You wouldn’t like it. Was it necessary? Maybe, Olruggio wasn’t sure. He only just learned about the threat that Qifrey was scrambling to neutralize.
After Senaka’s visit to the atelier and your reluctance to explain it, Qifrey pulled Olruggio to the side. Told him that there was no client, no job. He’d been looking for a brimcap who’d been leaving evidence of themself to everyone in Kalhn, sloppy spells and taunting sigils. They wanted to be found but didn’t want to make it easy. He’d been keeping a secret from him, and you, for at least two months.
Olruggio would say the reveal spiked his irritation but he could only sigh.
“Are you going to tell her what it is?” Olruggio asked. Qifrey often purposefully negated information, not out of malicious intent or psychotic manipulation but rather the paranoid belief that not knowing was sometimes better than knowing. He meant well, Olruggio knew that, despite not making the best decisions.
“Of course I will, she has to be the one to activate it.” Qifrey said it like it was obvious, like a tracking necklace was some casual gift made of nothing but sparkling red gems and a loving touch.
Olruggio sighed but pulled up a stool and fell onto it. He grunted as he held out his hand, asking for the contraption. He knew he had no other option than to look at it. Qifrey was going to give it to you either way, the least he could do was make sure the thing didn’t shatter after one use or burn your skin where it would rest against your chest.
Olruggio plucked a loupe from the edge of the desk, squeezing the cylindrical piece between brow and cheek to hold it in place in front of his eye. Qifrey moved the spotlight above them, casting a concentrated glow over Olruggio’s hands.
“What is it exactly supposed to do?” He asked, rotating the piece in his fingers. The weight was good, comfortable. Not too large, not too small. It was warm from Qifrey’s touch. He’d done well with designing it.
“A part of the seal is sketched on the gem and on the back of the fauceting. When you press it,” he reached over and gently popped the gem into place with a soft click. It flickered briefly before puttering out. “It glows, and triggers two rings to tell the wearer that something is wrong.”
Olruggio popped the gem out of its placement with the back of a wooden tool. He raised it to the light to examine the spell.
“It needs to be inscribed.” He said. He ran his thumb over the back of the gem and the markings smudged. “This ink won’ hold, ah know it’s used for painting like this but the constant friction will wear it down in days, whether it’s activated or not.” This ink couldn’t handle the heat of the body like it could outdoor temperature. Paired with the elements and human sweat it was bound to dissolve.
Qifrey peered under the light. He rocked forward a little for a better view. “I trust you.” He said simply. Olruggio glanced at him but didn’t reply. He reached for the searneedle pen, plucking it from a glass holder and activating it. It hummed with heat.
Just as he was about to press the needle to the back of the gem, Qifrey’s hand snaked underneath the table and settled on Olruggio’s closest thigh. The gesture was casual and Qifery made no comment as his long fingers squeezed gentle.
Olruggio was suddenly having a very hard time concentrating.
His finger twitched and he willed himself to focus. This sigil was sensitive and the slightest mistake would ruin everything.
Qifrey’s hand rolled tortuously, caressing Olruggio’s leg. Olruggio gripped the pen tighter, the steady hand of an inventor nearly unravelled by a touch meant for a lover.
It only took only minutes for Olruggio to inscribe the spell, even with his distraction.
Olruggio placed the finished gem on the table, before reaching for the metal bed it would sit in. Out of the corner of his eye, Olruggio could see that Qifrey was watching him work, rather than watching him. As if he were unaware (or good at masking) the fact that he was practically groping him. But Olruggio made no attempt to remove the touch. He actually adjusted towards it, his thigh moving just a tad closer to his friend.
When he finished searing the patterns into the metal Olruggio couldn’t put the necklace back together fast enough. He shakily placed the gem into its housing and pressed down.
Click.
Buzz. A long drawn out ring and a small light pillared in the bowl on the table. It wiggled before straightening, pinpointing the location of the pendant. Qifrey smiled, “They work perfectly.”
When Olruggio released the contraption the buzzing stopped and the light faded. He handed it to Qifrey. Qifrey’s one hand remained on his thigh but he used his free one to take the piece.
“I trust you with her, you know.” he said casually. He held the gem up to the light, watching the candle lick at the shadows of his fingers and dance along the back of the pendant. The red gem pulsed beside the flames, rolling shades of red and orange, dancing in time with the flickering candle.
Olruggio didn’t know what to say, that damn hand on his leg was already making it hard to think, so he gave up on even trying to talk.
“Olruggio, has she said anything to you?” Qifrey asked suddenly. The question jolted the other man back into reality, only a little less dazed by their bodies being so close.
“What?” Olruggio asked.
Qifrey hummed, “ah, I mean, has she shown any interest.”
“In what?” Olruggio questioned. Qifrey looked at him like you would look at a wounded dog, with nothing empathetic understanding. Was he? Olruggio’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to respond, but Qifrey smiled gently and spoke before he could get the next words out.
“Nothing,” Qifrey said, “Do not worry, my friend.”
The word friend was heavy, falling from his tongue with something adjacent more to that of a lover. Olruggio’s heart pulsed, he felt sweat bead at his brow.
Qifrey was married. He was married to you. But the way he spoke to him, the way he has spoken to him, dug a hole in his heart that he has never been able to fill. Never been able to satisfy, and he had no right to even try and fill it.
Qifrey was married and he was married to you and he should have pulled away when Qifrey placed his hand on his leg, but he didn’t, Qifrey never does anything by accident, it’s always calculated, this was no different, right,
and when Olruggio held you beside him at the market the other day and when your hands fell to his chest after waking up, they left the same heated touch as Qifrey’s did now, grounding, rich, addictive, but Qifrey was married and he was married to you and Olruggio knew he had no right to get in between that, but Qifrey was suggesting that he could just—right, right, right—?
“Master Qifrey? Are you awake?”
Olruggio nearly jumped out of his skin. Qifrey pulled his hand away, the weight of him now a ghost, the heat of him gone. “Yes, Tetia? Another nightmare?”
“...yes…” she said, defeated.
“I am coming, my dear. Let me clean up and I will help you settle back to bed.” Qifrey shuffled about the room, pulling on his evening robe and dropping the necklace in the bowl with the rings. He slipped out of the room silently, only looking back at Olruggio once, a glint in his eye.
“I mean it, Olruggio, I trust you with everything.”
When the door clicked shut behind him Olruggio let out a shuttering breath and rubbed his face with a trembling hand, barely concealed by his work.
“Fuck.”
That necklace haunted him for the rest of the night.
“Have you lost your mind, Qifrey?” You hissed. It was late, well into the evening, and the three of you were sitting in the living room. You’d been restless for the better half of the week. You could barely sleep and every little thing made you jump. Qifrey’s soothing hums and delicate caresses did nothing to ease you into the realm of dreams. You’d jerk awake every few minutes, the faint sound of phantom thunder and the rattle of the brass door knob rocking you from sleep.
Your nerves were fried and Qifrey suddenly telling you that he was going to the great hall to do some research, burnt out the last bit of stable light you had.
Olruggio sat awkwardly on the floor when you shot up from the couch, watching you carefully.
“Darling—”
“Do not ‘darling’ me, husband. You can’t just leave with all this going on!” You kept your voice low not wanting to wake the children, but the power behind it, the irritation was clear.
“I have to do this,” he said gently, reaching for your hand. You pulled back, and Olruggio could see the flicker of hurt that darted across Qifrey’s face. Part of him felt bad, but another part of him didn’t. He’d warned him this would cause a rift the longer he hid it.
“You have people in this home who need you here,” you said. You tried to not let your lip tremble. From the frustration, from the fear, from the anger. “We need you here. I need you here.” Your voice faltered.
“What if he comes back, Qifrey? What if he takes one of the girls from us.” You don’t know combat magic like they do, you never had the interest to learn, and you certainly never had the need to. Regular witches didn’t have the need for fighting.
He opened his mouth to speak and you cut him off when the realization struck you, “he’s going to come back, isn’t he? How long have you known?” Out of the corner of your eye, Olruggio dipped into his work and you knew you’d discovered something you shouldn’t have.
Your husband sighed. “You don’t have a client do you, Qifrey?”
“No, I do not.” When a lover slips out of bed in the middle of the night to dip away to privacy or when they stay out working late again and again, the conclusion is rather simple. A secret lover, a midnight rendezvous.
Yours was not so simple. You had other worries, stranger ones, because when your husband did exactly that it meant he was putting himself in danger not slinking off to have an affair. It just always takes you a while to realize it.
“How long?”
“A few months. The first time I recognized it was him we were at the market.” It’s been weeks since that day. He’s known for weeks and was only telling you now?
Olruggio was not spared your wrath, “you knew too, didn’t you?”
“…for only a week o’ so…” he mumbled, shrinking to avoid your fire. He was scared of those flames.
“Out of all the stupid things both of you have done!” Your eyes burned from frustration. Tears prickled the back of them and you struggled to keep your voice steady.
Here you were, beating yourself up for hiding a palm quire for a week and your husband knew about everything for months. You’d done the same thing yourself, in all honesty, but the bubbling irritation that all three of you seemed incapable of asking for help and now wanting to worry about each other was a testament, in your mind, as to why you were together.
“You didn’t tell me, you didn’t warn me!” You gripped the front off your night gown, the robe over it heavy and suffocating, “what if he took one of our girls! I could have seen him anywhere, he’s clearly following us. I would have known to avoid him, to tell—our girls you two. Our children!”
Days of little sleep and constant anxiety burst from you in a waterfall of tears. You gripped the edge of the couch to keep yourself from collapsing, the world was blurry. You could saw Qifrey, a mass of white and grey, reach for you but you stepped back to avoid him. Stumbling.
Warm hands fell to your lower back, supporting you and keeping you from falling bottom first into the glowing hearth. “Aye, let’s sit.”
“I don’t want to sit,” you grumbled. Nonetheless you gripped Olruggio’s sleeve as he helped you settle onto the couch. He crouched in front of you as you sniffled, your mind was racing, running circles around every scenario you could think of before stopping and starting over again.
You stilled when a small wooden box was placed in your lap. Qifrey’s long fingers titled your chin up and he delicately pressed a handkerchief to your cheeks, dabbing at stress-dampened skin. “I am sorry, my love.” He said carefully. He ran pacifying thumbs over your cheeks. “I did not want you to worry.”
“Too late for that,” You bit out weakly. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, the kiss was a shadow, a statement. You returned it weakly.
Olruggio watched the two of you quietly. It hurt him to see you like this. His hand twitched with the desire to comfort you. He wanted to place his hand on your knee, just to tell you that he was here, but he froze when Qifrey kissed you. A harsh reminder that it was not his place to do that.
“It will just be for a few days,” Qifrey said quietly. Your breath hitched, but you let him explain. “Senaka is a brimcap. There were whispers of one hiding in Kalhn, and I was trying to track him down. The last thing I ever wanted him to do was come to our home.”
“and you’re certain he’s after?” You grabbed the box, the edges digging into your hand.
“Coco. Yes. ” He said. Olruggio shifted back and settled on his bottom, bringing up a knee and resting his arm on it as he propped himself up. He stayed silent as you spoke.
This was not Coco’s first encounter with the Brimmed Caps. That poor girl had seen them once every few months since arriving at the atelier. The damned book she was given haunting her day and night. You’d thought they’d taken a break from chasing her, you’d hoped they’d given up but clearly that was not the case.
“I need to do more research. You said a storm hit when he arrived, yes?”
You nodded.
“I think he is manipulating the weather, those weeks of storms weren’t just an unusual rainy season. That was an attempt to keep everyone indoors.”
“So, he could snoop out the residents?” Olruggio said.
“Yes, precisely.” Qifrey said, as he reached for the box. “Residents would only leave for necessities, which allowed him to watch and observe. I suspect when he realized we did not live in Kalhn, he needed to find another way to smoke us out.”
He pried open the box with a gentle pop, and your eyes widened at it’s contents.
Settled comfortably a small satin cushion was a pendant, bright red and sparkling, it was connected to a golden chain.
He lifted the piece from its storage. He placed it in your hands, guiding your fingers to the facets.
“What is this?” You whispered.
You pressed into it and the pendant clicked, two bright red lights followed. Qifrey flipped his hand over to show you his fingers and situated beside his wed band was a thin gold ring lined in gemstones. They pulsed with light and the ring vibrated gently. Your eye caught Olruggio’s hand as he revealed his own, same color, same shape.
“When I heard of Senaka’s whereabouts I wanted to make something you could contact us quickly and discreetly in the event of an emergency. A portable windowway would not do. This should work, however.”
All those nights of him hidden away he was working on this. You caught Olruggio’s eye who returned it with a sheepish avoidance.
You gripped the piece between your palms as he added, “You will not be alone. Olruggio is staying with you.” Your eyes flickered to the dark haired man, he smiled at you. “Aye, you’re stuck with me until he gets back.” He bravely reached for your hand and you gripped it, allowing Qifrey to slip the necklace from your fingers.
He eased the chain around your neck, and the pendant settled just above your breasts, glowing softly across the cotton of your pajamas. Qifrey kissed the side of your head, placing his hand on top of yours and Olruggio’s.
“He will keep you perfectly safe, darling.”
Qifrey sought out Olruggio’s gaze over the crown of your head, the two stared at each other, speaking silently in that unique way only they understood.
“Perfectly safe.”
He pawed at the darkness, hands grabbing nothing but water. It flooded his eyes, filled his lungs, and he just spun and spun and spun as he was sucked into a blight of agony.
He could hear you, see your shadow above the rim of the pool, reaching for him but he couldn’t move. And when hands, that were not his, not Olruggio’s fell on your shoulders and pulled you back—
Qifrey’s eyes popped open and he inhaled deeply as he was pulled from a rather unsettling dream. It meant nothing, a whirl pool sucking him down into unfathomable darkness with no means of escape. It was normal for him. He traced the veins of the wood beams above him, the sheets of the canopy that surrounded his bed swayed gently in the earlier morning light. The sun had barely risen, illuminating the room with shades of orange and yellow. The sweat on his brow dried with the cool morning air.
Senaka had been on his mind since he’d fallen to sleep. The mystery of the man and the threat he held over them a haunting lullaby.
“Hmm…” you were curled at his side, head resting on his chest. He brought a hand up and gently brushed your hair from your face. You slept peacefully, finally, after nearly weeks of unsettled rest. Your gown, skewed and uneven from adjusting in your sleep. The rays of light caught the pendant around your neck, reflecting the gem across your chest. You’d not taken it off since he’d given it to you. He was happy for that, it eased him, if only a little. His ring sat securely on his finger.
He glanced at the wall clock opposite of the bed, it moved thoughtlessly, hands on 7 and 6. He sighed.
He needed to get up, but he didn’t want to disturb you. He always found sweet satisfaction in how you clung to him at night, hand desperately clenching his night shirt and nuzzling as close as you possibly could.
He tried to slide from underneath you but you whined. He smiled and kissed the top of your head, hand caressing your cheek as he tried again. He evaded your touch the second time and managed to leave the bed without tripping. You groaned and rolled, pawing the bedsheets. He crouched when your eyes cracked open, looking for him blearily. He thumbed your cheek, “I am going now.” he said gently.
You hummed, half aware. You knew he was leaving this morning but the exhaustion sat so deep in your bones that you barely had the energy to speak. “Come back soon?” You muttered, burrowing further into the pillows. “Of course,” he said softly. He kissed you delicately, and all you could do was hum in satisfaction before being lulled back to sleep. Thank goodness. He was sure he’d be able to leave if you begged him to stay again.
Qifrey rose and dressed, pulling the curtains to the canopy closed just before he left the room.
He stood in the kitchen now, tucking bread and dried meat into a sack. Checking to make sure he had enough ink and parchment for spells.
“Goin’ away for a while are yuh?” Olruggio leaned against the wall, watching him casually. His accent was thicker in the mornings.
Qifrey continued packing, “I hope for just a day or so. I won’t be long.”
“Aye, like I’ll believe that.” Olruggio hummed. Qifrey’s plans always derailed in one way or another, and Olruggio was always prepared for that inevitability. Qifrey, from the way he was packing, was too.
Qifrey’s face was set in melancholy, “She will get lonely.”
“Well, that means you’ll ‘ave to hurry back.” Olruggio said. It wasn’t often that you were separated from Qifrey but it always felt like the weight of the world was suddenly crushing you when he wasn’t around.
“Will you stay with her?” Qifrey asked. He stepped in front of Olruggio who righted himself, straightening to his full height as he looked up slightly at the taller man.
“We already talked about that, I’ll keep the girls safe too.”
“Olruggio.” Qifrey said.
The dark haired man raised a brow, “Hm?”
“When I spoke to you that night, when I first started drafting the seal.”
“Yeah, wha’ about it?” Olruggio asked.
“I told you I trust you with everything. With her.” Olruggio remembered. The night was not easily forgotten.
“If she needs anything, wants anything. You do it.” Qifrey paused, rolling the next words in his mouth to taste them before saying, “If you want to give her anything, you’re more than welcome to. I’m sure she’d like it.” Olruggio’s breath hitched and his eyes darted to Qifrey’s lips before catching the man’s bright blue eyes.
Olruggio muttered the phrases to himself, lips mouthing the movements, trying to understand exactly what he meant. He couldn’t possibly—?
Qifrey didn’t break eye-contact as he secured the bag around his chest, and grabbed his cap off the hook by Olruggio’s head. Olruggio followed his movements. They were steady, assured. When he pulled his arm down he paused, glancing at Olruggio’s lips just before he leaned in and brushed his against Olruggio’s cheek instead. It was so light that if Olruggio wasn’t paying attention he would have thought it was a brush of the breeze.
“I will be back soon.” He placed his cap on his head, “Stay safe, Olly.”
He swept past Olruggio, his strides long as he exited the atelier with a click of his heels, leaving his life long friend with too many thoughts to organize and a racing heart.
Synopsis: The time has come. You’ve consumed all 20 of Sukuna’s fingers, his soul complete and already trying to overpower yours. As you’re spending your remaining time on earth in solitude, waiting for your execution, the unexpected happens - Sukuna asks what were your dreams for the future.
Warnings:
The usual - lots of swears and violence from our favorite King of Curses.
Slightly angsty (I don’t know what constitutes as heavy angst)
Obsessive Sukuna (if you squint haha)
Mentions of death
Small manga spoiler (Uraume)
From Ari: So I hope y'all don’t expect this to be like Annoying Brat - coz that’s too high an expectation haha. You don’t even have to read that before you read this, since we’re staying true to a “long one-shot” This is more Reader-centric, still with a healthy serving of bitching from Sukuna. I realized it was all Sukuna last time, so I wanted to write more of Reader’s relationship and view of him, and just more Vessel!Reader in general. Hope you guys like it <3
Word Count: ~8k (WPS has a weird word count system I thought it was 9k)
Previous Work from “Puppet Show”: Annoying Brat
Extra Short One Shot to This Fic: A Small Piece of You
part 2 of suguru and satoru accidentally finding your sex tapes ˖᯽ ݁˖ part 1 here
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a/n: yeah this is just smut lol. enjoy!
You should’ve known that when Suguru and Satoru didn’t bring up the tapes again, it was because they were plotting something.
You just didn’t think that something would be getting spitroasted by both of them on camera.
In hindsight, it really should have been more obvious to you.
When you had gone back to the garage after dinner that evening a few nights ago, you had only found two tapes, and you remembered Suguru telling you there were quite a few. You realize now that Satoru probably stole a couple. You’d have to get those back.
And then there was last night, after Suguru had fucked you into the mattress, when he’d murmured something along the lines of “wish I could see this every night.”
Even when Satoru initially posed the idea the first time at dinner, Suguru didn’t explicitly turn the idea down.
No, and thinking back on it, you didn’t catch the look they shared the first time. It was hard to forget now that you were seeing it in real time.
“This ‘s so much better than the tapes,” Satoru said between pants, drilling into you from behind. “Can’t believe you kept this to yourself.”
Suguru, who was fucking the back of your throat, scoffed at him. “She’s my fiancee.”
God, even when they were both balls deep inside you, they just had to start bickering.
“Sharing is caring,” replied Satoru, who was going to leave bruises with how hard he was gripping onto your hips. And thank goodness for that, because your legs were so shaky at this point that you fully believed they were going to give out at any second.
“Mmph,” you whined around Suguru’s cock, your way of telling them to shut the fuck up.
“Fuck,” Suguru hissed, fingers digging in your hair as he took in the feeling of the vibrations from your voice.
You had one hand fisting in the sheets of the bed and another gripping on to Suguru’s thigh for balance. With how hard they were both fucking you, you definitely needed it.
Kind of clumsily, one of Satoru’s strong hands left your hip in favor of sliding down to your stomach, pressing against where he felt his bulge inside you.
“Fuck, I’m so deep,” he groaned. “Can you see that?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out who he was asking, and then you realized he was talking to the camera. Fuck, you forgot about it.
Your eyes drifted over to where it was set up on the dresser, but you must have accidentally turned part of your head as well, because you felt Suguru’s hand grab your jaw and move you back where he wanted.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he said, his voice lower than usual as you forced your eyes back up on him.
You matched his thrusts with bobs of your head, drool pooling down your chin.
You started to feel yourself reaching your…third? Fourth orgasm, and you realize you weren’t the only one as Satoru’s thrusts start getting sloppy.
Your legs quivered with every thrust, eyes shutting despite Suguru's quiet protest as you felt tears beginning to pool. All three of you were moaning and grunting now, just loud enough to get picked up by the camera, but not loud enough to cover up the obscene noises of their cocks thrusting into you.
“Fuck, she’s..” Satoru whined, cutting himself off with a moan when he felt you clenching around him. He brought the hand on your stomach down to your clit, pressing and rubbing the sensitive bud to help you get there.
“Come for us, baby,” Suguru told you, his thrusts getting just as sloppy and fast as Satoru’s.
With the overwhelming feeling of getting fucked from both ends, plus the added pressure on your clit, you don’t think you could have held out any longer if you wanted to.
You moaned around Suguru once again, this time much louder as you felt your orgasm rack through you in waves, white hot and burning. You felt like you were exploding, nerves on fire as both men kept fucking you through it.
They didn’t stop, not until you felt them both stutter and fill you up with their release. You felt it impossibly deep in your pussy, looking up at Suguru as you swallowed easily, your throat bobbing with the motion.
You hear your name hissed out from behind you, not breaking eye contact with Suguru as they both emptied themselves completely with a few last thrusts. Suguru finally pulled out, chest heaving as he let you catch your breath.
“You did so good, sweetheart,” he praised, and Satoru soon pulled out, too.
Suguru wiped your chin with the back of his hand. Satoru finally let go of you, and you almost collapsed without the hands holding your hips up.
“Shit, sorry,” he apologized breathlessly and watched Suguru lift you under your arms to prop you against the pillows facing the camera.
“‘S okay,” you responded, your voice scratchy.
Your fiance spread your legs so the camera could pick up just how much cum was dripping out of your hole and onto the sheets beneath you.
“You’re making a mess,” he scolded quietly with a small smile, and you were too tired to do anything but look up at him. “But that’s not really your fault, is it?”
Your gaze drifted over to Satoru who had collapsed on his back, still trying to catch his breath.
“Satoru,” Suguru calls, maneuvering behind you, having you sit between his legs as his arms held you against his chest by wrapping around your upper torso. Satoru tiredly lifted his head up. “Yeah?”
Suguru nodded towards the mess in between your legs. “Clean up your mess.”
Not needing to be told twice, Satoru pushed himself up and crawled over to kneel in between your legs. He lifted your thighs up over his shoulders and leaned down.
Suguru pressed a kiss to your jaw and leaned down to murmur,
suguru and satoru accidentally find your sex tapes ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
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“We’re just gonna go through some old boxes in the garage,” Suguru said, tying his hair back as Satoru went digging through a cabinet to find your trash bags.
“Okay,” you agreed. “I’ll start working on dinner.”
“Thanks, babe.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and waited for Satoru to catch up before he walked out the side door.
“I’ll be inside if you guys need anything,” you called out sweetly, watching your fiance and his best friend go out to the garage.
“Can’t believe you guys are moving,” Satoru sighed as soon as you shut the door. “Promise you won’t forget about me!”
“You’re so dramatic,” Suguru rolled his eyes, leading the two of them to the garage. “We’re just switching neighborhoods.”
“Might as well be moving across the country,” Satoru shook his head.
Suguru snorted. “Right. It’ll be, like, a five minute difference from your house.”
“Too long if you ask me,” he insisted.
“Yeah, yeah. Hey, thanks for helping out,” Suguru said when they finally reached the garage, immediately walking over to a daunting pile of cardboard boxes. “Just gotta sort these out.”
“Anytime,” Satoru knelt near a box sticking out on the side, going to inspect the label. “Man, 1985?”
Suguru sighed, he himself finding a box labeled 2001. “This was her cousin's house. Guess she never went through some of the boxes.”
“It’s all good,” Satoru smiled, standing up. “We can start with the ones we know are yours, and then she can help you with her cousin’s boxes?”
Suguru nodded. “Yeah, thanks. I know these ones are ours.”
He pointed to the boxes on the left. They were more recent than the other boxes, but still dusty and smelled a little strange.
With that, they got to work.
Suguru started with a box labeled ‘fish,’ finding an old fish bowl and accompanying decorations.
“Man, I don’t remember her ever owning a fish,” Satoru said, the nosy bastard.
“Me neither,” replied his friend, shaking his head while placing the entire box on the corner of the driveway. “This can be our donation pile.”
“Roger that!” came the reply.
Satoru decided to start with a box labeled ‘gardening,’ finding exactly what you would expect– a watering can, shovels, gloves, and a few small flower pots.
“Why’s this in storage?” he asked curiously. “Doesn’t she like to garden?”
Suguru peeked his head up from over the pile of boxes, shrugging when he saw the gardening tools. “Guess she didn’t know we had these and bought new tools. We can donate those.”
His friend hummed, picking up the box and carrying it over to the donation pile.
The two spent the next hour sorting through boxes, finding things to keep, donate, and throw out. They found all sorts of things, ranging from a Wii-U to a box of old stamps. And, luckily, Satoru only got spooked by one spider.
Eventually, they had made their way through most of the boxes, only being left with a few unlabeled ones.
Suguru knelt next to one, opening it to find some old linens.
“Open one of those, would you?” he asked.
Satoru cut one open, finding a bunch of DVDs inside. “Aww, cool! Do you guys have a DVD player?” he asked, holding up an old copy of the Princess Bride.
“Might have one in the back of the car,” his friend shrugged, busying himself with assessing the quality of the linens.
Satoru, of course, took the entire box of DVDs to the car to see if they were good.
He dug through the box, taking out a copy of White Chicks, before something caught his eye.
At the bottom of the box, he found several unlabeled DVDs that looked like they were made at home.
“Yo, Suguru!” he called out. “What are these?”
He heard a sigh. “What do they say?”
“Nothing,” he answered, flipping them all around to check all sides for labels. “They’re blank.”
He heard another sigh before footsteps approached the car. Suguru took one of the discs out of Satoru’s hands and inspected the whole thing, not having any clue what it was.
“Not sure,” he said, opening the case. “You can put it in the player, if you want.”
Of course, Satoru jumped at the opportunity, quickly putting the disc into the player and clicking play.
Both boys sat in silence for a moment, waiting for the old player to catch up to the DVD.
Finally, the screen turned on, showing a Suguru from a few years ago adjusting the camera.
“Is it on?” your timid voice could be heard from behind him, and the current Suguru tried to figure out when this could have possibly been from.
“I don’t remember making this,” he said, eyebrows furrowed as he waited for whatever would happen next.
“Yeah. Are you ready?” video Suguru asked.
“Ready for what?” Satoru asked, and his question was quickly answered when video Suguru stepped away from the camera, which was set up on a bed, to reveal a half dressed Suguru and a very naked you.
“Woah!” Satoru exclaimed but didn’t immediately look away. “You didn’t tell me you made sex tapes!”
“I didn’t know this was a sex tape! Besides, why the fuck would I tell you about our sex life?” Suguru hissed, trying to turn the player off.
But of course, the player was old and laggy, and therefore didn’t turn off immediately.
“I don’t know! How could you not remember this?”
“I don’t fucking know!” Suguru almost yelled, still trying to get the player to turn off. “Stop staring at my fiancee’s tits!”
“I can’t help it!” Satoru absolutely could help it, but he was a pervert, so of course he didn’t look away when the video shifted into Suguru’s hand as you crawled on top of him.
“Dude!” Suguru groaned, heavily contemplating just breaking the damn player so it would turn off.
“Alright, alright!” Satoru looked away, but that didn’t help much when he could still hear every noise clearly.
“‘M gonna fucking…” Suguru muttered, only relaxing when the stupid player finally shut itself off.
The two sat in silence for a moment, only moving when your voice called out from the kitchen, summoning them inside for dinner.
“Don’t say a fucking word.” The dark haired man warned.
Satoru nodded dumbly, not making any promises.
As expected, dinner was as awkward as it could get.
You did your best to make conversation, trying to figure out where the tension came from as the two picked at their stir fry.
“Did you guys find anything interesting?” You asked, and Satoru choked on a piece of broccoli.
“Found a fish bowl,” Suguru said dryly. “You had a fish when you were a kid?”
“Oh my gosh! Yes, I won a goldfish from a carnival when I was like five. Didn’t know I still had it.”
You smiled fondly at the memory, your expression shifting to concern as you noticed Satoru downing his water like it would save his life.
“Are you okay, Satoru?” you asked. “Is the food not good?”
“He’s fine.” Suguru answered for him. “He got spooked by a spider earlier and is just embar–”
“We found your sex tapes!” Satoru blurted out, only to be met with a glare from Suguru and a shocked expression from you.
“What?” You asked, turning to your fiance. “What sex tapes?”
He sighed reluctantly. “We found them in a box with movies.”
“Oh,” you said, looking back to see Satoru’s head down on the table, ears a bright pink. You turned back to Suguru.
“I don’t remember making any sex tapes.” You said.
“They’re a few years old,” he muttered. “I don’t remember making them, either. We were probably high.”
“Makes sense,” You nodded, taking note of how mortified they both looked.
“You guys didn’t…watch them, did you?”
They both went silent and your smile dropped.
“What?! Why would you watch our sex tapes with Satoru?” Your face was now warm, too.
“They were unlabeled!” Suguru said defensively. “We just wanted to see what they were.”
That made you relax a little.
“Well, you only watched the beginning, right?” you asked hesitantly.
“...The player wouldn’t turn off.” Suguru winced as he answered.
“Seriously?” you groaned. “Gosh, I’m sorry, Satoru. You didn’t need to see that.”
“Mm.” he said in response and Suguru scoffed.
“Don’t apologize, the pervert liked it.”
You sighed and muttered, “Of course he did.”
“Hey, what does that mean?” he pouted.
“Nothing,” you smiled. “Let’s just forget about it, and next time you guys find anything unlabeled, I’ll take care of it, okay?”
“Of course.”
“Right.”
Both men immediately agreed and went back to eating.
“...Or you know, we could make our own new tape and label it?” Satoru offered.
Fattening up BearHybrid!Bundus in preparation for his hibernation.
It's not a full, continuous slumber like some hybrids, but rather a series of dozing and the occasional moments where he wakes long enough to seek you out and mush a sloppy, scratchy kiss against your temple before sinking back down into the mattress and filling your shared cottage with snores that you've come to find as soothing.
The months leading up to Winter are filled with baking and cooking. There's never a moment when Bundus hasn't found you in the kitchen with an apron tied around your waist, bustling about as you knead dough, or season thick cuts of meat, or stir a large pot of stew, or mix batter to later spoon into a bundt pan.
You make all his favorites and then some, the food piled high. It's enough to feed a small army, or in this case, a seven foot tall man whose weight skews on the higher end of 200 pounds, a fact that you're trying to change if the amount of food you're feeding him is anything to go by.
He always tells you that you don't have to make so much, that he doesn't want you working those purrty little hands so hard, but you wave him off everytime with a smile and a reassurance that you love cooking for him – and you do.
You love how he always stops what he's doing to come take a seat at the table - doesn't matter if he's out chopping wood to store for the incoming cold front, fixing that leak up on the roof that had been driving you mad all weekend, or tending to the animals grazing out in the field, he's dropping it all at your call that suppers ready.
You love how he digs in almost immediately, but not before giving you a grateful smile paired with a 'thanks, toots'. He eats with gusto, bringing spoonfuls of food to his mouth, and you're right there to clean up his beard and mustache when he finally stops hunching over his plate and straightens up. You'll ask him if he likes it and he'll tell you 'it's damn good, not as good as you though', and then you'll swat at his arm and scurry back off to the kitchen to put away the leftovers, if any at all, and clean the dishes.
You love how he thanks you for the meal afterwards, strong, warm arms encircling around you as he tugs you back into his chest. He'll murmur thanks into the top of your head, knead at your waist and hips with big hands, nuzzle into you and push his hips against you. Sometimes he'll ruck up your dress or tug down your pants and have you for dessert until you're knocking at the knees and pushing his head from between your legs, and other times he stuffs you full and fills your belly up with cum just as you had done his with your delicious cooking.
The both of you will lay in bed after, your hand rubbing circles over the soft fat of his stomach and his switching between smoothing down your back and patting at your butt. The cycle repeats the next day and then the day after that, and so on and so forth until the fields outside are covered in snow, the animals are sheltering inside the barn from the freezing temperatures, you're tucked into Bundus' well-loved recliner with a mug of steaming tea, and the man himself is buried under a horde of blankets in the spare bedroom, a few items of your clothing acting as a makeshift pillow.
Sometimes you drift in to check on him, sit in with him for a while, occasionally occupy the space beside him and curl into his side, but for the most part you leave him undisturbed while you make yourself busy.
You keep the house tidy, feed the animals and ensure they're healthy and tended to, replace the clothing of yours that he's hunkered down with, with freshly worn ones so the scent of you is more potent, try out new recipes for him to enjoy when he wakes.
And when he finally does wake, the last bits of snow lining the barn's roof has finally melted, the birds have migrated back, the animals are back out in the fields and the last bit of firewood had burned out last night.
He finds you curled under a throw in his recliner, your lips parted as you take in slow, even breaths, and he crouches down by your side and watches you in comfortable silence. An unfinished puzzle rests on the coffee table, along with a slew of dog-eared books, and multiple unfinished projects are neatly tucked away in the corner by the fireplace.
He thinks you'd do good with a cub or two to keep you busy next time.
cws // chubby fem reader -> black reader. hybrids. brief bro appearance -> he's a bit of an ass omg. breeding.
"I don't need to get my hair done, Bundus, honest. It's just gonna get all poofy again anyways – it's summer."
Bundus ignores you and whistles out a tune as he strolls down the street, your hands trying and failing to pull him to a stop. He's been listening to your attempts to try to get him to turn the car around all the way into town, your assurance that you don't need anything other than what you've already got falling on deaf ears.
Now, Bundus doesn't think you need to get your hair done, neither. You look good as is, always do, but he knows you like when you get a bit of pampering. He can recall the few times he had seen youn flouncing about in front of the mirror whenever you had gotten a new hairdo, primping this and primping that. His lady is pretty whether she's done all up or just waking up, but she's prettiest when she's got a smile on her face and a warm glow about her, and he knows this will get him just that.
So, the man pays you no mind and keeps on walking, round ears twitching underneath the hat atop his head each time you give a call of his name in that soft, lovely voice of yours. He could listen to it all day –he already does– and never grow tired of it
"Are you even listening to me?" You sound down, and he holds a hand out behind him and slows his pace so you can latch on. He tugs you forward and into his side when you do, tipping his hat in greeting to the towns' florist when he spots them on the sidewalk across the street.
"Never a time when I'm not listenin', sugartits." He cocks a grin at the weak hit that lands on his side. "Just choosin' not to pay you any attention, is all."
"That's even worse. You're purposefully going out of your way to ignore me!" He tugs you closer as he guides you across the street, and once you both step back onto the sidewalk he nudges you over to walk on the side of the stores, his side to the busy street.
"That's because yer tryin' to tell me not to spoil the love of my life a little. Don'tcha think that's ignorin' worthy?"
"No, I don't."
You're stubborn, always have been, and he tuts his tongue at you as you near the salon. He had already called ahead and booked your appointment days ago, and what a damn pain that had been. The stylist, some young redhead kid, had fired off question after question.
"What is your wife looking to get? A wash? A trim? Color?"
"Uh, a wash, I guess."
"Okay, a wash and what else? A typical blow-dry and style?"
"Yeah, that sounds about right."
"You want to add in a Keratin treatment with that? Oh, actually, what kind of hair type does she have? I can maybe recommend a better treatment if I know what I'll be working with."
"Pardon?"
"Hair type. Like, the texture. Is it loose? Curly? Tight coils?"
"Shit, I don't know. 'S soft... like a cloud. It's.. thick. Can barely get my fingers through it when she first washes it."
"Oookay, so it's sounding like it might be type four – perfect! I have just the protein treatment in mind. Now, is she fine with heat?"
"Nah, she hates the summer time. She sweats somethin' bad at night."
"No, I meant heat in her hair. Like a flat iron? Curling wand?"
"...yeah?"
"How about I just go over the specifics with her when it's time for her appointment, yeah?"
"Sounds good to me."
Said kid greets the both of you now, and Bundus deposits you at the front desk, stuffs a wad of bills into your back pocket and gives it a soft pat for safekeeping, and then drops a kiss onto your temple before making himself scarce.
He heads over to the florist to pick up a bouquet – a full thing of white roses because that's what Mildred pushes into his hands, and the woman has never steered him wrong before.
With the flowers tucked under his arm, he makes his way to the butcher, and an easy grin stretches across his face when the bull behind the counter greets him with an accent not common around these parts.
"Where's the wife? She finally get tired of you dipping in her honey pot?"
"Considerin' I dipped in it last night, this morn' and damn near on the way into town, I reckon not." He bends at the waist to get a better look at the cuts of beef on display. Everything is made the bull's size in the store, the shelving and displays higher than all other stores in town, but even still Bundus has to shrink himself down to get what he wants. "But I'll let ya know when she does."
Bro laughs, the sound rich and loud, and Bundus lets a chuckle of his own slip free. Bro isn't the only bull in town that's taken notice of his darling wife, nor the only mutt, buck, stallion, fox, lion and whatever else was prowling around town. It was a given considering you were the only human in a 500 mile radius, so the old bear didn't mind it too much.
Everyone around knew to tread lightly around him, and in turn you, and the only time he had someone get a little testy was when out-of-towners ventured through their town on the way to that prissy ski lodge way up in the mountains. That was always squashed with a lukewarm glower and a quick flash of sharp canines.
"How's the cub? He still mean as all hell?" Bundus asks as he points out the cut of steaks that he wants, and Bro dons a fresh pair of black gloves as he retrieves it and begins to package it up.
"And still gunning for you, sí."
"Aw shit, he still mad that I stepped on his tail?" The boy had a habit of sneaking up on people, quiet as he was, and Bundus had made the mistake of thinking all was clear when he had exited the shop last. The boy had been crouched near the door outside and drawing in the dirt with a stick, and Bundus had stepped to the side to hold it open for you, boot coming down on the end of the kid's tail and causing him to shoot off like a bullet. He would've thought him a cheetah hybrid if not for the floppy ears and swinging tail.
Meat wrapped in butcher paper is exchanged for a few bills.
"That and the fact that you're keeping a cow from her calf."
Bundus takes a minute to compute, and he barks out a laugh when does.
"If I didn't think you was sour I'd turn you and that boy o' yours into chuck roast."
"And I'd mount you up on the wall if that mug wasn't bad for business."
The two men exchange friendly jabs back and forth, conversation flowing easily between the two good friends. Bro had come into town years back, when his calf was only seven hands tall, and the two had taken a natural liking towards each other. They both liked their quiet lives, both men living on the outside of town in homes shrouded by trees and flanked by surging mountains.
They sometimes stopped by one another's home for a beer or five, although those visits had been cut down ever since you had come into the picture, Bundus's attention split between you and the farm. Friendships had been put on the back burner and set to a low heat, so it was always good times when he finally did come into town and was able to shoot the shit for a bit.
By the time their conversation has come to a natural lull, Bundus had made his mind to head on back over to you and see if you had finished up, but you beat him to it.
The bell over the door chimes to signal a customer, and both men turn to look at the newcomer, Bundus reaching up to take his hat off as he does, only for his hand to freeze mid-action.
Your hair falls just past your shoulders, the ends flicked under in a tease of a curl. It frames your face prettily – brushing against your rounded cheeks that sit high from your sweet smile, occasionally falling to cover a sparkling eye which prompts you to tuck the strands behind your ear in a display so darling it makes a low purr rumble in his chest. You glow brighter than the sun beaming down on the pavement outside, and he warms at the sight of you, the puff of a tail at the base of his spine hidden away his jeans twitching in-tune with his emotions.
You come to a slow stop in front of him, eyes flicking between him and Bro, and he can see the nerves start to get the best of you at their gawking. He's always loved watching you get all shy and bashful, a stark contrast to how you pranced and marched around the cottage and talked to him as if he couldn't lift you with just his pinky on his worst day, but he doesn't let it build up for long, not wanting you to get any silly ideas in your head.
He presents the flowers to you, your face lighting up once again as you eagerly take them, and he bends to kiss at the corner of your mouth. "You look beautiful, honeybee. Pretty as a picture." His words are syrupy, truthful, and he speaks lower just for you to hear – or rather just for you to think you're the only one that can hear. "If it wasn't bad manners, I'd hike this little dress up and show you just how much I like this new do right now." He gives said dress a tug, the stretchy material pulling down before bouncing back up.
You splutter into the roses and slap his arm, quickly maneuvering around him so you can shuffle up to the counter. He grins to himself and watches as you go, not able to help the way his eyes drift down to take in the way your dress pitches up a bit in the back from the jut of your ass. He hums under his breath, not paying any attention to the other male who admires you in a similar manner, albeit a bit less shamelessly.
"I don't know how you managed to hang around him for this long. He's horrible."
"Our relationship is strictly self-serving – he threatened to turn the calf into a t-bone." You have the sympathy to gasp, and his eyes lift up from your ass to catch your hot glare.
"Hogwash. The runt is more suited for a filet." He holds his hat to his chest, his free hand running through the gray locks on his head.
"See, novilla? He's awful. How does a sweet girl like you end up with something that nasty?" You give a breathy little laugh, and Bundus quietly snorts when he catches sight of Bro's tail flicking wildly behind him at the sound. "You should come stay with me and Dear for a couple days. Let me show you how a lady should really be treated." The bull leans his elbows on the counter and looks down his nose at you, intentions brazen and clear, and Bundus sidles up behind you, hands settling on the edges of the counter as he presses you up against it, something burning and possessive pooling in his gut.
His hips settle at your lower back. "You think I don't know how to treat my lady?" Bro shrugs, that playful air about him turning and twisting into something more aligned with his instincts. Bundus flares up at the bold overstep – his own animal mind taking over the more human part of him, the part of him that would usually brush off the challenge and go on about his day like he had done so many times in the past.
Bro was a babe compared to him, the bull still having milk on his tongue, and it shows in the way excitement rolls off him in waves at the prospect of posturing for you. He likes the bullheaded bastard, but he'd hang him by his tail in the town square before he let him get the chance to even attempt to appeal to you.
"No, I just think we have two different versions of what it means to take care of a woman."
You squirm against Bundus's front, your hand reaching back to settle on his waist, and he leans forward, pitching you further up against the counter in the process, and Bro's eyes flick down to where your cleavage pushes up out of the top of your dress. "I feed her good, love her good and fuck her good. She's right where she wants to be." The two talk about you as if you're not there, and Bundus is too occupied with stomping down the urge to reach across the counter and throttle his cohort to recognize how much of an ass he's making of himself in front of you.
"You fuck her good... yet it's not sticking, amigo. Where are the cubs?"
The growl he lets out dies before it reaches its full capacity, the fearful jolt of your body enough to bring him back to his senses. He's doting in the next second, hands spinning you around and pulling you into his chest, a soothing purr rumbling through him as he rubs circles into his back. Bro's still got that dumbass smirk on his face, clearly pleased with himself, and Bundus feels his gaze harden.
The two will be laughing over a beer by the end of the week, but for now he wouldn't give the man a pot to piss in.
—
"You alright, honeybee?"
Bundus calls out from where he's leaned against the bathroom door, hands busying themself with flattening out the rim of his hat just to curl the sides back up right after.
The drive home had been quiet, Bundus stewing with guilt at the fact that he had let Bro get under his skin and spooked you in the process, and you stewing with whatever it was you had on your mind. He hadn't been able to tell, your gaze focused outside the window and watching the scenery pass by, and it was times like that where he wished you had those tics limited to hybrids — an involuntary noise to indicate your mood; a high yip, a low mewl, a soft purr, a rough growl. Ears to flatten in a show of fear, or to perk up in alert, relax in a show of comfort and contentedness. A tail to swish about to broadcast that all is well, or to raise up in a show of distaste.
Instead he had to rely on his own instincts, and those hadn't always steered him right.
You don't answer him, and he strains to hear you through the door. He hears no signs of you crying, no sniffling, no racing heart, just the sound of you shuffling about and the soft rustling of clothing.
"Did I scare you, baby?" No response. "'M real sorry 'bout it. You know I didn't mean it." He shifts, eyes rolling to look at the ceiling like it has the magic words written up on it. "I can sleep on the couch tonight if you want me to. I'll be real lonely without ya but I'll manage. Somehow. So c'mon outta there. Let me see you."
He's met with more silence, and Bundus sighs and rests his forehead against the wood of the door. He tosses his hat over on the accent table, his hands moving to brace against the sides of the door. "Don't make me beg, honey, you know I will. All night long until the roosters crow, so just open the door up and gone on to bed. I won't touch ya, I just wanna see that pretty face before I turn in."
He doesn't expect it to work, fully committed to begging until you got tired of listening to him and finally left the bathroom, but you're opening the door in the next second.
He sighs out a breath of relief, his head raising to look at you. "Thank you. Are you..." His words fall mute as he finally sets his sights on you, his eyes raking up and down your figure, and his gums ache as the animalistic urge to elongate his canines and sink them into soft, doughy flesh roars strong through his mind.
White, lacy material hugs your body, the thin, flimsy babydoll doing a damn good job at concealing absolutely nothing. Brown, pebbled nipples strain against the lace, your breasts full and fat as the lingerie struggles to contain them. A black set of panties sit pretty on you, the elastic pressing into the bit of fat on your stomach, and your chubby pussy nestled in the fabric. Your skin glistens with some kind of oil –something sickeningly sweet that makes saliva pool in his mouth– and it calls out for him to run his hands over it, grip it, squeeze it, mark it up so the next time you go out into town everyone can see just how good he gives it to you.
Your hair falls against your face and swishes against your shoulders, and you're giving him that look—that little glint in your eye that means you're fixing to rile him up.
His hands tighten on the doorframe.
"This is a real dangerous game you're playin', girl." He zones in on that slight hitch of your breath, and then he's breathing in deep and groaning at the smell of the honey that drips from between your legs. "I've never been a man to go back on my word, but yer makin' it real hard to keep from snatchin' you up."
"I.." You swallow hard, and then you're stepping closer, eyes dropping to where he's practically bursting out of his zipper before looking him in the eye. He bolsters at the contact, accepting the challenge that you don't even know you've proposed. "Let's try again."
Bundus feels like he's gonna vibrate out of his skin.
"For a baby... I want--" you nervously lick at your lips, and Bundus switches to manual breathing, every breath he takes deliberate and measured. "I want to give you a cub."
He pounces before you can blink.
-
His hips drive into yours with a force that sends your body sliding against the slick, wooden floor with each harsh thrust, and Bundus is quick to yank you back against him by your hips, his fingers digging into the fatty flesh and undoubtedly leaving dark bruises for you to find in the morning.
"Stay right there." His voice has taken on a sharp edge, and he presses a hand down into the center of your back and forces you into a deeper arch, your ass propped up and giving him better access to fuck into you. You cry at the new depths that he reaches, your poor little cunt stretched wide around the base of him—the base of him which is coated white with your frothy cum.
He pulls his hips back, cock dragging out inch by fat inch, and then he's surging forward, punching in deep and fast. Your fingers open and close around nothing, a wrecked sob tearing out of your throat, and the cum that he had fucked into you prior sloshes out and adds to the puddle on the floor underneath you.
"Think it's gonna take this time, honeybee?" He rolls his hips slowly, purposefully, gaze heady and blazing at it zeroes in on the junction between your neck and shoulder. "Dyin' to see you nice 'n round with my cubs. Wobblin' around the house all pretty and knocked up." He switches positions – his hands settle on your shoulders, pinning them down to the floor, and he raises up on the balls of his feet so he's over top of you in a mounting position.
"B-Bundus," your voice wavers as you call out to him, and you get a rough grunt in return, his hips lowering as he plunges his cock down into you. You cry out, repetitions of his name falling from your lips in different notes; sweet cries, shaky warbles, sharp yelps, desperate moans, maddening pleas. They drift into his ears and drive him deeper into you, faster, harder. He fucks into you with reckless abandon, a nasty 'plap plap plap' sounding with each wet smack of his balls against your swollen little clit - a clit that he had sucked on, spat on, rolled around his fingers until you were gushing in his mouth.
He drops his head down so he can sink his teeth into the skin at the nape of your neck, and he groans, the sound bellowing out from deep within, and ruts into you harder. You sob, used pussy spasming around him for the umpteenth time, and he fucks you through your orgasm and then his own, hips never stopping, cock never softening.
He reaches a hand underneath you to grab at your belly, squeezing and kneading at the fat there, and comes up off your neck to drag his tongue across your shoulders, your skin sweet and salty. He licks a stripe up your neck, teeth tugging at your earlobe, then he's kissing at the shell of your ear and speaking directly into it.
"C'mon, baby, hold out for me. You said you'd give me a cub, and I don't plan on stoppin' until this pussy is nice an' bred."
I adore the idea of living in a cottage with this dilf oh my god.
cws // gn!reader.
You've always been cautious around the horses galloping in the fields behind the cottage; watching them in awe and amazement as they frolicked about, the powerful muscles underneath their shiny fur visible with each shift and step.
They were large creatures, even by Shire standards, and you swore it looked as if they could rap their hoofs against the sky when they stood up on their hind legs. The one time you had ventured closer in an attempt to run your fingers through a mare's fur, Bundus at your heels and encouraging you on, she had neighed at you and reared up, her fluffy tail swishing away behind her. You had screamed bloody murder and fell back onto your butt, and Bundus had roared in laughter for the remainder of the night while icing your bruised flesh.
You keep your distance even now, standing a ways back while Bundus goes about running a brush along a stallion's fur. They're at peace as he rubs them down, big hands occasionally giving the intimidating beast a firm pat on their flank, to which he gets a flick of their tail followed with a huff from their nostrils. Once he's finished they go trotting off, occasionally circling around him a few times and gently bumping their head against him, and the next one takes their place in front of him.
They're calm, peaceful, perfectly content while they're groomed, and you can't help but softly smile at the sight. Bundus has always been good with the animals, the creatures seeming to always gravitate towards him no matter what, and you fondly recall the brood of ducklings that had imprinted on him and refused to leave his side until their mother finally made her way to the farm in search of them. You had been the sole witness to watch the ducks hop into the bed and let out a cacophony of quacks as they settled in for the night, or how they waddled after him in the morning and nipped at his feet while he brewed his coffee, and even how they frolicked in the downpour of the shower as he carefully maneuvered around to keep from stepping on them.
He has a gift—a calming, secure presence that draws animals and people alike in. It makes you feel safe, cared for, like nothing bad can happen to you as long as he's around, and you suppose that's why you let him coax you away from the gate and over to where he's scritching a fluffy coated horse you can't recall every seeing between their ears.
They're small, still big enough to make you hesitant to approach, but nothing like the adults currently milling about in the grass.
You push into Bundus' side and he pulls you in close, planting a kiss on the top of your head as he does. The horse looks at you curiously and you return their gaze in kind. "This here's Gunner."
"Gunner?" They rear up at the sound of their name, and you go to retreat, only to be stopped with a low tut and the tightening of Bundus's arm around your waist.
"Still your wings, birdie, he's just a bit excited is all. Even a horse can recognize a pretty face." He angles his head down to wink at you. "This is the runt that got dropped off last week." You frown, unable to remember him mentioning anything about getting another horse. "Got him just for you. The others are too big for ya, but he's more your size, ain't he?" He gives your butt an innocent pat, and your head snaps up to look at him, eyes wide and full of warmth as a slow smile forms on your lips.
"Is he nice?"
"Real nice. Gone and give him some love. Don't be scared, 'm right here." He nudges you forward and you tentatively go, throwing him a nervous look over your shoulder as you do. He gives an encouraging smile, and you turn back around as you near Gunner. You extend a hand out and he sniffs at it, head tilting and turning as he does, and you stiffen when he suddenly lets out a huff and bumps his head against your palm. You take it as a sign that it's okay to touch him, and with movements slower than Bundus on a cold morning, you pet at the tuft of white hair atop his head. He lets you, tail swinging behind him, and the rest is history.
Gunner takes to you just as much as you take to him, and Bundus leaves majority of the care of him to you. While you had usually slept in most mornings and let Bundus head out to the barn on his own, you now fall into step beside him, chittering away about this and that.
Do you think Gunner is getting along with the other horses? I never see him playing with them.
Do you think I should keep giving him so many treats? What if the other horses get jealous and start being mean to him?
I think I'll start on his blanket tonight — what colors should I use? I think he'd look handsome in gold.
"Hi, Gunner!" You greet the colt with a smile, and he chuffs and spins in a circle in his pen. You climb into his enclosure, Bundus offering a fondling hand under the guise of helping you over the gate, and you go to swat at him but he's already heading further into the stables. With a huff and familiar flutter in your stomach you turn back to Gunner, the horse trotting over and sticking his muzzle in your pocket. You laugh as he pulls free the concealed carrot and immediately hogs it down, and you go about his usual morning routine.
You fill his trough with fresh water and feed, rake out the dirty bedding and sweep the thick rubber mats so you can place clean wood shavings down on top, scrub down the walls so they're free of muck and grime and slip him a few more carrots before clambering out of the pen. You open the gate keeping him in, and he chuffs happily before dashing out of the stable to stretch his legs. The pens around have already been emptied out, and you walk further back in search of Bundus, silently remarking on how work he's done already while you had still been on your first and only task.
"Bundus?" You call out, frowning when you don't see him, and just as you go to turn on your heel and look for him outside, a set of hands are snagging you by the waist and pulling a shocked gasp from your lips.
"Did I scare ya?" He asks, amusement clear in his voice, and your frown deepens as you turn in his grip and crane your neck back to look up at him.
"Yes, you did. You're lucky I—" He lifts you up from the ground with no effort, and you dangle for a moment before he's plopping you down on a few stacked bales of hay, the both of you now eye-to-eye. "—didn't hit you." He grabs one of your hands, his fingers rough from years of labor, and brings it to his mouth to press a dry kiss to it.
"With hands as soft as these it'd been more of a massage than anythin'." His lips tickle the skin as he speaks. "I just might have to start wearin' you out at night more than I already do to keep you in bed and outta the stable. Can't have you workin' these fingers down to the bone." He looks at you as he speaks, eyes searching for something, and he gets it when you look down, only to glance back up at him through your lashes. He grins. "Like the sound of that, do ya?"
"Not at all." You turn your nose up at him and cross your arms over your chest. "I like helping out in the mornings — it gives me something to do."
"I got plenty for you to do, and it don't require muckin' out no stalls." Big hands knead at your calves, his skin hot against yours, and you dryly swallow. "Might leave you a bit sore after, but that ain't nothin' you're not used to." His hands travel further up, now at your thighs, and they spread for him instinctively. He slots himself between them. "How's that soundin' to you so far, honeybee?"
You let out a shaky breath, "Horrible." He chuckles, the low, bass-like sound sending a zap straight to your gut, and you have to curl your toes in your boots to keep from rolling your hips. He leans his face in closer, eyes still hanging onto yours, and your skin warms at the attention.
"That so?" His fingers slip underneath the material of your shorts and venture further, no underwear in the way to restrict him. "Yer body is a dirty little liar then, isn't it? I should teach it a lesson." His fingers meet your sex, light and teasing, and a soft sigh of his name tumbles from your lips. "Whaddya think of that?"
"I-I think that sounds aw—o-oh—awful." His touch grows firmer, rougher, and your hands brace against his shoulders as he fully shoves his hand between your legs. Your sharp intake of breath is muffled underneath his lips, and your hips rock into his hand for added friction. He rubs at you, strokes you up and down, spreads your arousal around all while he purrs filth against your mouth.
"Gonna fuck you nice 'n good tonight. Pump this greedy hole o' yours full o' cum." His wet finger prods at your entrance, and your eyes pop open as you whimper out a moan as he begins to circle the rim. He nips at your bottom lip, pulls at it with his teeth, sharp canine sinking into the plump flesh, and your stomach tightens as he lets it go and licks away the sting. His fingers pinch at the sensitive bits of you, and a soft cry leaves your mouth as your feet kick out uselessly.
"Bundus!"
Your thighs try to clamp close but can't, his burly body in the way, and your head lolls back only for him to cup the back of it and bring your face back up to his. "Keep those pretty eyes on me, honeybee, just like that. There you go." He presses his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling as you fight to control your erratic breathing, a fight that you inevitably lose as he moves his hand faster.
He watches your every facial tick; every pinch of your brows, every flutter of your lashes, every scrunch of your nose, every 'o' that your lips form. He takes in every sound you make; every moan, every gasp, every cry of his name, every desperate plea you make to him.
He finally slips a finger in and that's your undoing.
You sag against him, toes unfurling and muscles loosening, and he noses at your cheek before taking you into his arms, one arm braced under your butt while the other keeps you upright. He heads back to the house with you in tow, shooing the horses away with a short, sharp whistle as they come galloping over at the sight of him.
hi lunnie! dropping in to ask a very important question ^.^ how do you think enjin deals with bratting?
mm very very important question indeed, i had to sit with this one a longer while because genuinely...it's something that needs to be discussed. bear with me!! my writing is a bit rusty
✦ cw... bratty!reader, fem!reader, modern au, gris + bro + corvus mention, mean enjin, spanking, teasing, fingering, voyeurism (the others r totally listening), exhibitionism, slight pregnancy kink(??) idk bro thinks you'd look hot knocked up, gris is actually a huge pervert, not beta read pardon the grammar and misspellings love u !!
you're trouble. nothing, nothing but trouble.
dangerous, even.
you're smart, one of the smartest. prettiest, too, if you ask enjin.
but that damn mouth always, always gets you into trouble, and when you get into trouble, you end up just like this.
"shhh, doll, what'd i tell you? now's not the time for mouthin' off, honey," enjin hums, clicking his tongue when he felt you writhing across his lap. he acts like you can help it, like you can keep still when your ass is tingly with the stinging aftermath of being spanked by his stupid hands.
did you mention they were stupid? cus they are.
"y-y're sho fucking mean, jin," comes a pathetic little hiccup, teeth bitting down onto the fingers pressing down against your tongue. he was trying to help keep you quiet, knowing you'd be mortified if the other three heard you.
but enjin knows they're well aware of what's happening in your shared apartment's bedroom. all because you decided to be a tease while he was trying to play cards with gris, corvus, and bro on the one night they were all free at the same time.
"enjin, you're doing awful."
"i know babe."
"what happened to you being the best, hm? you're embarrassing me, baby."
"well, when i've got you hanging over my shoulder with your tits smooshed against my face, it gets hard to focus, y'know? 'm tryna bond with my guys."
"well, maybe you should be bonding with your girls..."
and who is he to ever deny you something—
"...'cause at least your good at that instead of this game."
--is what he thought before you decided to get smart. without hesitation, he threw his cards down and tossed you right over his shoulder with a firm slap to your ass, carrying you to the bedroom.
"i'll be right back, gotta deal with this one real quick."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"focus, baby, we're not done yet."
you're jolted back with a whine, his hand rubbing up and down your back, gentle on your cheek he just landed three spanks on. it's unfair how wet you get from this, the mixture of pain and pleasure making an addicting cocktail that makes your thoughts drip out of your pussy.
enjin knows, he always does, he knows this is the easiest way to get you dumb and brainless for him...and he absolutely loves it. he swipes a long, broad, wet stroke from the oozing entrance of your slit all the way down to your clit, puffy and swollen, just begging for attention.
the sound was immediate a wet, sloppy shlick as the pads of his fingers start rubbing little circles into the sensitive nub.
"ohh, sweet girl, look at you...my poor baby's leaking all over the place, just from my hand on her ass," he coos, savoring that pathethic mewl of his name that comes from around the fingers in your mouth.
you're so fucking wet that you're embarrassed, head dropping low as you flush from being able to hear the wet, sticky noises of him just circling patterns into your clit with his fingers, shlick, shlick, shlick, god, is he writing his name against your clit?
"aww, ain't that cute? wish the boys could see how pretty you look right now."
with a simple hum, his middle and index finger push deep into the tight, wet cavern of your pussy, groaning at the way you practically suck him and pulse at the thought of being watched by his best friends.
"mm, yeah? y'like that idea? thinking about those three out there, tryna keep themselves in their pants while hearing your shitty attempts at bein' quiet? they can hear you, 'm sure of it. you suck at being quiet, baby, they're probably listening for your next noise...go ahead, don't be shy. give them something pretty to listen to."
as if to prove himself, he curls his fingers juuust right, and pretty wail escapes you immediately followed by a loud, wet squelch from your poor cunt.
they most definitely heard that one.
he just chuckles, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to press down on your lower back to keep you from moving too much as he increases the pace, stretching the tight walls of your pretty cunt with a blunt, authoritative force as it practically milked his fingers.
"you always thought corvus was pretty, right? remember when i made you cum while i was on the phone with him? or the time gris walked in on us but you just kept bouncing on my cock when he was standing there in shock? shiiit, and i'll never forget—"
"j-jin, no, d-doooon't—"
"—when bro was gushing about how great of a babysitter you were to dear, that you'd make a wonderful mama one day? and let it slip out you'd have a pretty glow all round and cute?"
"j-jin, fuck, ssshut up, 'm—"
"maybe i should let em all listen to me make the smartest girl around an dumb fucking mess on my cock while i knock her up with my baby...and maybe they can come in and help clean up the mess."
you hated, hated cumming while super embarrassed, and he fucking knew that, because it always meant—
"ffuck, baby, you squirtin' for me? tha's it, keep cumming, make a mess all over my fucking pants s' i can go back out there just like this for them to see while we play that stupid fucking card game."
—you'd end up making a mess for him to brag about.
“m-mmh, e-enjinnn,” you plead, trying not to thrash because he just won't stop fucking you with his fingers.
you can hear him coo something about loving how you make his tattoos look so much prettier when your creaming on them, but you can't focus, hips bucking up instinctively to push back against his hand to prolong your orgasm. he can feel your soft gummy walls seize and pulse violently around his fingers, a series of frantic, delicious spasms that accompany the wetness that splashed all over him.
when the final, lingering tremors finally, finally ebb away, leaving you limp and breathless against his jean-clad thighs, enjin decides to be merciful and pulls his fingers out with a wet pop.
if you were able to look up at him, you'd see his face; a deep pink, his eyes hooded and glazed with pure satisfaction...and that dumb, stupid smirk plastered on his face.
his hand that rested on your back moves up, massaging your scalp as you came down from your high. and of course, enjin feels a huge ego boost, seeing you fucked out from just some fingers and a bit of spanking, your limbs heavy and trembling, puffy pussy still weeping and glistening in the dim light of the bedroom.
"pretty thing..." he purrs, clearly pleased with himself. he pulls you up into his lap, peppering your face in kissed with obnoxious 'muah's until you start to whine, biting at his cheek for him to stop.
"you're so embarrassing," you huff, leaning into him. "it makes me sick."
he doesn't miss a beat before correcting you, "makes you squirt is what you mean."
you want to knock him out cold.
"i know you do, dolly, it's okay, it's kinda hot."
you just pout, moving to bite him again before he stops you with a kiss, humming when he feels you melt against him. he loves how weak you are for him, it makes him fawn over you ever single time.
"you okay, though, baby? i didn't over do it," he asks, his tone softening, the teasing tone momentarily replaced by a genuine, heavy warmth. he leans forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your temple before leaning his forehead against your own. "that was a long fucking orgasm...you gonna be okay if i leave for a bit to still hang with them? i'll tell them to get out if you need me right now."
you just hum, rolling off him and plopping onto the bed. "go play with your boyfriends, my butt needs a rest from your stupid hands. you don't even realize how heavy handed you are."
that dumb grin is on his face, you can sense it.
"well, i gotta have bit hands to make sure i can slap as much cheek as possible."
"jesus, enjin, go! let me rest, my butt and pussy need a little break before you start being mean again!"
with a loud cackle, he helps you get comfortable on the bed before pressing a gross, wet kiss on your cheek. "won't be long, don't have you distracting me so now i can kick their ass. don't get too excited waiting for me, or i might not come back alone...just remember, i can hear when you start touching yourself," he teases, nipping your ear as you whine, hating that he knows you'll probably just make yourself horny again thinking about how the others will see your slick and squirt stains all over his sweatpants.
"you're so annoying."
"i love you too, angel."
when he steps back out into the living room, it's obvious they all heard you. each one of them is flushed in the face and corvus is clearly trying his hardest not to choke out gris who has a huge grin on his face, while poor bro is on the verge of fainting.
"enjin, my buddy," corvus starts, strained smile on his face. it falters when he gets a look at his sweatpants and it takes a couple of tries before he can find his train of thought again.
"p...please get your friend before he ends up through your coffee table."
bro just groans into his hands, shaking his head.
"i didn't even do anything! i'm just repeating what i heard back to them, is that a crime," gris chimes in, voice eerily innocent in a way that shows he's way too good at hiding his mischievous intentions.
enjin just shrugs, plopping back down and swiping up his cards that haven't moved since he left. "whatever you guys got up to is none of my business...however, after dealing with dolly and getting her all soft for me, i've got a new prize idea that's ten times better than $200..."
at that, they all lean in, curious to what this new 'prize' is...and they all know it pertains to you.
"whoever beats me gets to take a pair of her panties home t'night...and i'll make sure to make her cum in them before i hand 'em over. who's in?"
"..."
"..."
"...start the damn game," bro grumbles, absolutely ashamed but clearly determined as he throws his old cards in. enjin just grins as corvus takes everyone's cards and begins shuffling the deck again while gris elbows bro, praising him for 'finally letting the truth come out.'
he just hopes you don't mind letting those pretty yellow panties with the metal bow on the front go for a little bit...but he knows all three of 'em will take great care of them for you.
10 minutes.... That's how long you have till you need to pull the casserole out of the oven. It was meant to be a quiet night, a quiet dinner. Your son, Dear would try to avoid eating the vegetables, leading you and your husband to bribe him with candy and the fact that it'll make him stronger. Then you'd all watch a little TV and head to bed--
But Bro, your handsome husband. Just couldn't leave his hands off of you. But can you blame him? His pretty wife, perfect with all her bumps and curves. Leaning over the sink as you washed a few dishes from this morning.
He couldn't help himself. His strong arms wrapped around you as he kissed your soft skin. So sweet and warm. Your giggle sounded like angels singing as he kissed your neck.
It's not his fault...
Especially when you were the one who arched in his touch. Your cute ass up against his hardening cock. Gods you knew what you were doing to him.
But you only had ten minutes on the timer--- Ugh, His big frame felt so good as it caged you in..
Dear was occupied by the TV.. but you still needed to be quiet.
Even though Bro hates it..
His big hand muffled your pretty little sounds as he slipped his cock into your pussy. Your body pressed up against the sink, your ass against his slightly covered thighs.
You both needed this to be quick. There was no foreplay. But you couldn't really complain..
Everything about him felt so nice.. so good. The way his length hit all the right spots. His big hands holding onto you as he fucked you quickly.
Your legs began to shake and twitch as the timer went off. Your eyes rolled back as your husband filled your cunt with his cum.
Oh he made you feel so weak. Your legs felt like jelly as he helped you fix up your appearance.
He knew what he was doing when he leaned in and whispered in your ear.
"When we head to bed, you're mine till your voice is gone."
After years of growing up together, you, Qifrey, and Olruggio part ways after passing the Fourth Test, each pursuing your own path while staying connected through letters. When a dangerous relic investigation leads you back to Qifrey’s atelier, the trio reunites and is drawn into a mystery surrounding a divided “wishing” artifact, forcing them to confront forgotten bonds, buried feelings, and the growing threat of the Brimhats, who will stop at nothing to obtain its power.
the winter pavillion ᵕ̩̩ ⩊ ᵕ̩̩ inspired from "veil" by kotteri
blind reader x heian-era sukuna fluff
the paper shoji screens of the pavilion do little to stifle the relentless roar of the winter gale outside. inside, the room is a sanctuary of profound stillness, illuminated only by the faint, crimson embers of a bronze charcoal brazier. you sit quietly upon the woven tatami mats, your world defined entirely by the shifting gradients of warmth and the rich, familiar scent of aged sandalwood that clings to the heavy sliding doors.
to anyone else, the sudden, heavy vibration of the wooden floorboards would be a harbinger of absolute terror.
but you do not flinch as the screens slide open, admitting a brief, sharp rush of freezing night air before they snap shut again. the immense presence of ryomen sukuna fills the small room instantly, his breathing a slow, rhythmic rumble that cuts through the silence of the storm. his massive, four-armed form shifts lazily as he sheds his heavy outer mantle, the opulent silk of his robes rustling softly as he approaches the place where you wait in the dark.
he does not speak immediately, choosing instead to sink his immense weight onto the tatami beside you with a low, unhurried grunt. the sudden heat radiating from his massive frame instantly drives away the lingering chill of the room, enveloping you in a comforting, solid warmth that feels far more real than the distant storm.
you feel the floorboards shift slightly as he adjusts his posture, his upper arms folding over his chest while one of his lower hands reaches out into the darkness between you.
his large, clawed fingers move with deliberate slowness, searching until they graze the hem of your sleeve. with a gentle tug, he pulls you closer to his side, his touch remarkably light for someone who commands such devastating power. he tilts his head down toward you, the quiet rustle of his hair the only sound indicating how closely he is observing your face.
“the wind sounds lonely coming from the mountains tonight,” he says, his voice deep and lazy as he watches your face in the dark. “yet you sit so far from the fire.”
“the sound of the rain is easier to hear near the porch, lord sukuna,” you reply, keeping your hand gentle against his cheek as you turn your face toward him.
without another word, his large lower arms reach out. he lifts you up easily from the floor and sets you right into his lap. he pulls his heavy, fur cloak from his own shoulders and wraps it all the way around you, keeping you perfectly warm. you are completely surrounded by his scent of winter air and sweet woodsmoke, safe from the cold.
“listen to the storm if it makes you happy,” he whispers close to your ear, his voice soft and protective, “but you will do it right here, where my shadow keeps you warm.”
you lean back against his broad chest, a soft, quiet giggle escaping your lips at how easily he handles you. the sound is small, but it cuts through the heavy air of the room like a tiny bell.
sukuna’s chest rumbles with a low vibration as your laughter presses against him. he doesn't pull away; instead, one of his large upper hands reaches up to gently tap the tip of your nose with a clawed finger, silently teasing you for your amusement.
“you laugh in the presence of a monster,” he murmurs, though there is no real bite to his words—only a deep, lazy fondness that he reserves entirely for these quiet nights with you.
“you are only a monster to the rest of the world, my lord,” you whisper back, your hand moving from his cheek to idly trace the edge of his sleeve. “to me, you are just warm.”
“what does the night look like?” you ask softly, leaning your head against his broad chest.
sukuna looks out at the dark, rainy gardens of the estate. he holds your hand, his large thumb gently tracing the bones of your knuckles.
“there is nothing worth seeing," he rumbles, his deep voice vibrating against your back. “the clouds have completely hidden the moon. it's just dark trees against a gray sky.”
he pauses, looking down at your calm face, and pulls the heavy cloak a little higher over your shoulders to keep you warm.
“it's quite a simple view," he murmurs, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. “you aren't missing anything at all.”
the silence of the room settles deeply around you both as he leans forward, his massive frame shifting with an unhurried grace. with a low, contented sigh, he rests his heavy head directly into your lap, his extra eyes closing as he surrenders completely to the quiet comfort of your presence.
you don't hesitate, your hands instinctively finding their place in his soft hair, your fingers gently smoothing through the strands.
“you are quiet tonight, my lord,” you murmur, your voice barely louder than a whisper in the dim room.
“there is nothing outside worth my attention,” he rumbles, the deep vibration of his voice warming your lap. he shifts slightly, turning his face closer toward you, fully content to let the rest of the world fade away.
“even me?” you tease lightly, fingers still carding through his hair, feeling the way the strands slip between them like water—soft, yet with an unyielding strength beneath.
his answering hum reverberates through your thighs, a sound more felt than heard. “don't ask me such foolish questions,” he mutters, but his claw catches yours, pressing your palm flat against the center of his chest where his pulse thrums steady as temple bells. “you know better.”
the storm outside intensifies—rain lashes the wooden eaves while the wind howls through the pines. yet here, wrapped in his cloak and warmth, you might as well be cradled in the eye of a typhoon. sukuna exhales sharply when your thumb brushes the jagged scar bisecting his collarbone, a relic from some battle he’s never named. “careful,” he warns, though he doesn’t pull away. his breath fans across your wrist like summer wind through bamboo chimes.
“does it still hurt?” you ask, tracing the raised tissue with deliberate lightness.
“not for centuries.” he shifts, rolling onto his side so his face presses against your stomach, his temple resting just below your ribs. “but your hands remember what my enemies forgot.” his voice drops to something raw, unguarded. “that i’m still flesh.”
outside, lightning splits the sky—a brilliant flash that sears through the paper screens for one blinding second. sukuna’s grip tightens around your fingers. “ah,” he murmurs against your abdomen, as if recalling some private joke. “now there’s something worth seeing.” when you tilt your head questioningly, he continues, “the lightning struck the old plum tree by the eastern wall. split it clean in two.” his claw traces idle circles over your knuckles. “it’ll make good firewood tomorrow.”
you laugh softly, imagining the gardeners’ dismay. “and here you told me the view was boring.”
“it was,” he grumbles, nuzzling closer. “until you made me look properly.”
a sudden gust rattles the doors; sukuna’s upper arms tense, shielding you instinctively before the sound even registers. you feel the exact moment he catches himself—the way his muscles unlock beneath your touch, the quiet hitch in his breath. embarrassed by his own vigilance, perhaps. you say nothing, just card your fingers through his hair again, slower this time, letting the rhythm sync with the rain’s relentless cadence.
he sighs—long and deep—and his body goes heavy against you. “tell me,” he mutters into your clothes, “what does the storm sound like to you?”
you pause, listening. “the rain on the roof is like rice pouring into a wooden bowl,” you say finally. “and the wind... it’s the sound of someone running their hand over silk, very fast.”
“rice and silk,” sukuna repeats, his voice muffled against your stomach. he exhales sharply—almost a laugh—but doesn't lift his head. “only you would compare a storm to something so domestic.” his lower hand slides up to cradle your knee, his thumb pressing into the dip of your kneecap with absent-minded familiarity. “i would've said it sounds like an army marching.”
you smile, your fingers still tangled in his hair. “then it's good i'm the one describing it, my lord. your metaphors are terrible.”
as you continue to trace his hair, your fingers glide down to touch the sharp angle of his jawline. sukuna catches your hand, his large palm engulfing yours completely, but instead of pulling it away, he presses your knuckles gently against his lips.
the heat of his breath fans over your skin, sending a quiet thrill through the stillness of the pavilion.
“you touch me so carefully,” he murmurs, his deep voice dropping to a low, rough hum that feels incredibly close. “as if i might break, or as if i might break you.”
“neither,” you whisper, tilting your face down as you follow the warmth of his presence. “i just like knowing exactly where you are.”
he lets out a soft, breathy laugh against your hand, his grip shifting to gently cup your cheek instead. his thumb brushes over your lower lip, prompting you to lean down just a fraction more until the space between you completely disappears.
when your lips meet his, the kiss is slow, deliberate, and entirely devoid of the malice he shows the rest of the world. his lips are warm, parting just slightly with a low, quiet hum of approval that vibrates against your own. one of his large upper hands moves gently to cradle the back of your neck, his long fingers tangling into your hair to deepen the touch, holding you there as if you are the only fragile thing in his world he has ever cared to protect.
In which: Sukuna realizes you truly care for him and his nephews
Sukuna was swamped.
He had appointments basically back to back from each other all day, and not small designs either— most of these appointments were sleeves or intricate tattoos that would take a while.
He was making good time at first until his last client showed up wanting a huge ass shark across their whole leg. Sukuna worked well under pressure but this would be cutting into the time that he had to pick his nephews up from school.
To make things worse, his client was a wimp when it came to pain so they were taking breaks every ten minutes. On one of those breaks Sukuna went to the bathroom and called you.
“Kuna! I haven’t talked to you all day, everything okay?” Your bubbly voice relaxed Sukuna’s shoulders immediately. You had that effect on him.
“Yeah, it’s all good. This last tat is runnin’ into the time I’m supposed to pick up Yuji and Choso though. I gotta figure some shit out.” He sighed.
You frowned, balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder as you continued responding to an email.
“Well, how about I go get them? If you’re comfortable with that of course.” You offered sweetly. Sukuna’s quirked an eyebrow— surprised you suggested that.
“You’re working, no?” You gave a small hum to say he was right. “Then stay at work, I’ll figure some shit out.” Your chuckle came in statically.
“I’m already leaving, babe. I’ll get the boys and get them something to eat, and I’ll make sure they do their homework.” You said, Sukuna could hear you shuffling around for your keys on the other end. “You still there, Kuna?”
“Yeah, uh— thank you. I owe you one.” You laughed softly.
“No you don’t, baby. Just get back to work.” With that you hung up.
It didn’t take you long to get to Yuji’s preschool first. His classroom had a few kids still left, their parents were probably busy as well with work. Yuji noticed you the second you walked in, he abandoned his backpack Sukuna brought too big for him to run into your arms.
“Auntie! What are you doing here!?” He exclaimed, clambering into your arms. You smiled and balanced him on your hip.
“I came to pick you up. Uncle Kuna’s still working, so you’re with me.” You smiled, ruffling his cute pink hair.
Choso’s elementary school wasn’t too far from Yuji’s, you picked the ten year old up and then you three were off to Sukuna’s place.
You got the boys settled in and had them doing their homework at the table while you whipped something up. Sukuna walked through the door looking exhausted a few minutes later.
The three of you all looked towards the door. You smiled softly, continuing to stir the pot, Choso waved at his uncle then went back to his homework, Yuji on the other hand fully abandoned his work to wrap around Sukuna’s leg like a koala.
“Hey to you too, brat.” He picked the ball of excitement up and ruffled Yuji’s messy hair in some attempt to be affectionate. He moved over to the kitchen where you were making dinner.
“Hey,” he wrapped his strong arm around your waist and leant down to press a kiss to your cheek. You smiled, adding seasoning into your pot. “You didn’t have to cook either. We could’ve ordered something.” You shrugged sweetly, setting your spoon down to turn and face your pink haired guy.
“Don’t worry about it. I like doing this, it feels… warm.” The ghost of a smile graced Sukuna’s face, he quickly hid it by leaving a kiss in your hair.
Sukuna helped the boys finish their homework before dinner was done. Surprisingly there were no tears this time which made everyone happy. Soon after that, the table was cleared for dinner time.
They all ate their food like men starved, throwing in a compliment between every few bites. Sukuna made the boys wash dishes after you all finished eating. You offered to do it of course, but Sukuna insisted they needed some responsibility.
While they completed that task clumsily, you and Sukuna enjoyed a glass of wine on the couch. You leaned your head on his bulky tattooed shoulder. “The boys are so sweet. You should get overbooked more often.”
“I don’t see how you put up with them.” Sukuna said despite him loving the boys an indescribable amount himself. “I really do appreciate you helping out. You’re too kind.”
You tried to hide your smile behind your glass, but he still saw. “It’s nothing, really. I love those boys like my own. And I love you too.” You leaned up and kissed his chiseled jawline.
Later on, Sukuna got the boys were bathed and fast asleep. You were waiting in his bed waiting for him to finish cleaning what the boys missed. Soon enough he walked in, all shirtless and handsome.
“Hurry. I need my heat furnace.” You giggled, watching him clamber into the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. Sukuna wrapped his body around yours, you sighed from the immediate heat he gave off.
“Good night, baby.” You whispered into the air as you adjusted yourself on his chest which would serve as your pillow for the night.
Sukuna was halfway to sleep, so his goodnight was mumbled and halfway. You closed your eyes with a smile.
