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An Icy Hunt - eye of the storm (Werewolf!Getou Suguru/Reader/Werewolf Gojo Satoru) [3/3]
Deep inside, you could feel that the desire to escape was… gone, snuffed out. It left an emptiness in its wake.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I MANAGED TO FINISH THIS FINALLY!! this finale has been haunting me tbh because i could not, for the life of me, figure out how to end it at first. I was stuck between making it a happy or sad ending - and in the end i decided to go for a horny (kinda sad) ending
hope yall will enjoy!
If you thought you’d already experienced some of the most humiliating and debauched sex with Satoru and Suguru before tonight, they very quickly show you otherwise.
Trussed akin to a turkey, you’re laid on your back with your thighs cradling the swell of your belly, tied up and barely able to wriggle in place. You’re spread out as far as possible, legs bent and tied together with your wrists to your ankles, leaving you perfectly exposed.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly with your heavy breathing, your position putting strain on your lungs and back. The cool metal bars of the cage dig into your thighs and calves, sure to leave red marks once you’re allowed back out.
Pain twinges through your joints – unused to being stretched in this way since the start of your pregnancy. When you try to ease the ache by stretching or squirming, but that just makes you tighten up around the fat, silicone plug stuffed in your pussy, making you throb with need.
Stretched to the brim with a toy that had only ever previously been used on you after you’d already been fucked felt new and unfamiliar. Your inside can’t help but squeeze around it, and you shudder as you feel it grind so close to your G-spot, but just barely miss it.
Filled, but not satisfyingly, you could feel how tight your abdomen was from the torturous teasing. Your discomfort is all but negligible, however, as your eyes are wide and glued to the sight of your werewolf captors fucking above you.
“Fuck yesssss! Ah, hahh, harder!” Satoru groans, arching his back as Suguru pumps into him from behind, his clawed hands gripping tightly to the corners of your cage by your head. The heady sound of skin slapping skin fills the air, matching the rocking motions of the white-haired man’s body above you.
His face was tense with pleasure, heavy pants falling from kiss-swollen lips you could only catch glimpses of. From your position, your vision was filled with nothing but Satoru’s cock, muscular thighs and trim abs.
You could see how his tummy tensed every time he moaned, and how his cock bounced to match Suguru’s thrusts, gleaming with a layer of spit and pre-cum. Pre-cum, which dripped from the tip to splatter onto your rounded belly, staining you with the hot, musky fluid.
Not that it made much difference. You were already covered in sweat and arousal from both men during earlier rounds of passion. They’d both already masturbated over you while kissing and sucking each other off, cumming over your tits or coating your pussy before rubbing it into your skin.
The only other times they touched you were to tease your clit. Slapping, pinching, rubbing, they’d sucked and licked that cute little nub until it was swollen and throbbing between your thighs. You’d been brought to the brink of tears, driven to the edge of bliss only to be denied ecstasy – because “Bad girls don’t deserve orgasms.”
It should have disgusted you. No doubt you stank of sweat and the pair of werewolves’ pheromones, drowning your sense of smell in nothing but them. You were being treated like a toy, left to watch as they pleasured each other, just to drench you in more of their filth.
But that didn’t stop you from whining, pussy fluttering instinctively with need as you watched Satoru getting fucked, kneeling above you. Your brain spun in a haze as his head snapped back with a raucous moan, barely catching a glimpse of Suguru grabbing his white hair in a tight grip.
Hot. It’s too… hot.
The thought keeps wading through your brain, the haze of your desire and fear leaving you unable to speak. The temperature radiating off the mating werewolves is intense, and with your position, you can’t escape or seek a cooler spot to try and snap out of it.
Your hands tighten into fists, and you whimper again, hearing Gojo’s muffled groan as Suguru’s thrusts become slower, deeper. Your lips parted, eyes zeroing in on Satoru’s dick, watching the bass thicken with his knot, anticipation tingling through you.
All the while, Gojo’s cock bounced, slapping his belly before drip-drip-dripping pearlescent pre-cum onto your belly. You could hear the way they kissed – wet, messy, desperate – Suguru’s hips pumping against Gojo’s ass, his movements becoming increasingly stilted.
You knew they were close. You’d grown to recognise the pattern of Suguru’s thrusts when he was about to knot inside someone. When the pair of men break their kiss, Satoru’s head lolls forward, deep blue eyes staring down at you, drinking in the gorgeously filthy sight.
Seeing your eyes locked on his cock, mouth open and flustered, was enough to push him over the edge. His orgasm took you by surprise when Satoru’s cock suddenly tenses, jerking as thick ropes of come shoot out of the tip with one last deep growl. You gasp as his cum splatters atop your cage, sluicing between the bars to land on your face and chest.
Some of his cum manages to land between your lips, filling your mouth with the familiar salty taste. For some reason, just that small taste made a hot, almost painful jolt of lust burst through you, making your cunt clench tightly around the plug inside you.
A grunt and a growl come from above, Satoru moaning while pressing his front to the top of your cage, arching his back to push onto Getou’s knot, “So, so big, mmmh~! Fuck, Suguru, fill me up so good~!” He panted, relishing the way your breath hitched as you tried and failed to squirm.
Suguru growled something you couldn’t quite understand, his clawed hands gripping Satoru’s waist tightly. However, the way Satoru shuddered and sighed, “so warm…” told you everything you needed to know.
Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, an odd sense of envy flickering through you. More of Gojo’s salty cum ended up in your mouth, and if you could have rubbed your thighs together to ease the ache in your pussy, you would have done so.
A small, derisive part of you told you that you didn’t want this. That you shouldn’t be getting so goddamned turned on by your punishment. But it was hard to focus when all you could see, smell and hear were the pair of naked werewolves pleasuring each other while ignoring you.
It made you anxious. It made you aroused. It made you want to beg for them to touch you, to forgive you, to fill you up just how they liked it. It made you feel worthless, disgusted at yourself for the lust that burned in the pit of your stomach.
You barely manage to bite back the pleas that threaten to spill from your lips when Satoru’s blissful gaze locks on you. Satoru grinned, reaching down to his cock to grab the knotted base and squeezing it. He saw how your eyes immediately followed his hand, pure anticipation making your breathing increase its pace.
Jerking his cock lazily, you watched as he collected the last drips of his release onto his fingers. Once they were sufficiently coated, he reached them through the cage bars and rubbed your clit, wiping them clean. Sparks shot through your body, and you arched with a sharp mewl, trying to buck into his hand.
Unfortunately, Satoru’s teasing rubs didn’t last long. He rolled your clit in tight, hot circles for a few seconds, relishing your panting, desperate squirms, feeling your heart rate through the small nub beneath his fingers. He pushed you to the brink, to the point where you could feel the tension in your cunt just as you were about to cum.
Only for Satoru to snatch his hand away from your clit, bringing his fingers up to his shoulder, where Suguru licked them clean. Yet, your eyes remained on Satoru’s cock, half hard and pressed to his abdomen as it became just the slightest bit bloated with Getou’s release.
‘I wanna… put it in my mouth…’ You thought blearily, unaware of how your expression was one of pure wanton desire, “Awwww, what a needy expression you’re making,” Satoru cooed breathily, wiggling his hips and chuckling when he saw how you followed the swaying of his cock.
“It’s like you’re desperate for my cock,” He continued with a small sneer, shuddering as Suguru grunted and pulled out of him with a small pop, “But what to do – bad girls don’t get what they want till they’ve learned their lesson~!” Satoru snickered and slapped his hand onto the cage, pushing himself off your cage.
You didn’t even have a chance to whine, as Suguru lifted your cage so you were no longer laid out on the floor, “Or until they’ve grovelled and begged for forgiveness,” He hummed, a lot calmer now than earlier in the evening as he settled behind you.
Due to how you were tied up, the cage dug uncomfortably into the flesh of your ass. One of the bars even dug between your labia, causing it to press against the plug inside you and nudging it that much deeper. Your eyes rolled back, and you cried out at the sensation, insides throbbing and twitching around silicone.
Your reaction made both men chuckle, Satoru moving to kneel in front of you. The top of the cage still separated you, but with an easy flick of his fingers, it detached. You flinched lightly in surprise, watching the white-haired werewolf set the metal piece aside with ease.
You hoped that he would begin untying you next, but that didn’t happen. Instead, you were tilted forward, so you were cradled carefully in Gojo’s arms, while the man against your back removed that side as well.
Indented lines crisscrossed your shoulders, back and ass from the bars that had dug into your flesh, itching slightly despite the relief. Unfortunately, the ‘frame’ of the cage was left intact, and with your current position, your clit ended up grinding against one of the bars.
A whine bubbled in the back of your throat, which earned a sharp slap on your ass from Getou, “Quiet,” He grumbled, grabbing the cheek he’d just hit and kneading the sting into the softness, “Naughty little thing. Your pussy is soaked with desire - all just from watching your mates fuck? Filthy.”
Suguru slapped the same spot a second time, relishing the gaping moan you made in response. You clenched around the plug, mortified that the stinging pain from Suguru’s spanks felt good after so long without being touched.
Still, you couldn’t help but try to bury your face in Gojo’s shoulder in shame, “Awwww, look at that, poor thing is embarrassed you put her on the spot like that, dear.” Satoru laughed, shifting your body so you were pressed closer to his chest.
Getou huffed derisively, spreading your ass cheeks apart to expose your dripping cunt and twitching asshole. He moved one hand so lightly to rub your perineum, gathering the slick juices staining your pussy and thighs before sliding it up to press against your unfilled hole.
Your face burned hotter at the feeling, worried yet anticipating that Suguru would push, spearing your ass with his finger. Instead, he only gave the furled spot a rough tap before his hands began moving over your body, kneading and massaging your ass, thighs, sides and breasts.
Satoru joined in, the pair of werewolves driving you steadily crazy by moving with slow, deliberate motions to tease all of your sensitive spots. In particular, they took their time touching your belly, eager to feel even the slightest movements of the cubs growing securely in your womb.
They took turns with where they touched you, kneading, pressing, pinching, rubbing, your tender spots assaulted with warm hands and fingers. You couldn’t even focus on whose rough hands cupped and squeezed your breasts, or who rubbed your clit in slow circles. With your current position, your face remained buried in Satoru’s shoulder, hiding your needy expression.
But they didn’t need to see your face to know how effectively they were stimulating you. Your breath was hot and foggy against Satoru’s neck, the dampness mixing with his sweat and trickling down his skin. You tried your best to grind onto the fingers, rubbing your clit, twitching and whimpering with need.
Pleasure sparked through your body, winding tighter and tighter the longer they played with you. Despite Suguru’s previous warning to be silent, you couldn’t hold back your voice, soft whines gradually turning into raucous moans.
You became even louder when one of them grabbed the base of your plug and slowly started to pull it out, “Ahhh, ah, ah, o-oh ffffuck, oh fuck, ah, hmgn~!” You moaned as your pussy stretched around the thickest part, almost to the point where you could have pushed it out if you weren’t trying to clench down and force it back in.
The toy was held there, splitting you open while the fingers on your clit continued to rub, rub, rub, until stars dotted your vision, “Please, oh please, oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, hahh, please!” Sobbing while you pleaded for release, you were almost there at the edge, hovering and tense like a drawn bowstring-
“No,” Suguru growled against your ear, nipping the shell sharply, “Don’t you dare cum right now. You want out of these binds?” He asked, and you felt a hand grab your tied wrists, tugging at them.
At your nod, Suguru sneered as he slapped your clit meanly, “Then hold it in. Prove that you can be a good girl – no, a good bitch and obey your mates,” You cried out, tears rolling down your face along with your sweat, barely able to stop yourself from coming as he ordered.
Satoru hummed, raising one hand to bury it in your hair and pull your head away from his shoulder, admiring how wrecked your expression was, “Oh my, just look at that face – you must wanna cum so desperately, huh?” He cooed, kissing your temple in a patronisingly sweet way.
However, you were too far gone to care. You hiccupped another sob, eyes wet and wide as you looked at Gojo pleadingly, “U-uh-huh, please, please, it h-hurts, need to cum so badl-ngh!” You gasped and shuddered, nearly losing the struggle to stave off your release as the plug was cruelly pushed back in till the hilt.
Your nails dug into your palms deep enough to draw blood as your voice cracked embarrassingly. Your tummy clenched so tight it hurt as you tried to stop your orgasm from washing over you. Satoru grinned, his bright blue eyes drinking in your slack-jawed expression.
He was tempted to keep testing your resolve, his fingers still curved around the base of the plug. A drop of spit trailed from your parted lips, and he didn’t hesitate to lean in, catching the drop with his tongue.
The tip of his tongue licked your chin and bottom lip before he slanted his mouth over yours in a greedy kiss. Gojo’s tongue thrust into your mouth, dominating the space and drinking in your moans while Suguru watched, pleased with your subservience.
Giving your clit one last pinch, the black-haired werewolf shifted his hand to push Satoru’s away from your plug, pulling it out of you with one harsh tug. You moaned, eyes rolling as your pussy gaped from the emptiness. You could feel your arousal flowing out of you without obstruction, coating your inner thighs and puddling in Gojo’s lap.
Warm lips pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, Suguru’s voice a pleasant burr against your skin, “Hmmm, good girl. You did so well; even managed not to cum despite Satoru trying to sabotage you,” He praised, patting your bruised ass before beginning to untie the rope binding you to the cage’s frame.
However, that was the extent of your freedom. Despite that, you relaxed, joints aching with relief as you were able to adjust your form to be a little more comfortable. The anxiety you always felt being surrounded by the cold bars of the cage disappeared.
You hadn’t noticed how much that feeling had anchored your rational mind till then. Now, all you felt, all you knew was this deep, maddening lust pulsing through your entire form.
Breaking away from the kiss you shared with Satoru, you panted desperately for breath. The smell of sex, sweat and cum made it hard for you to think rationally, and your vision was blurry from the tears you’d spilt just a few moments before.
But that didn’t matter. You arched as best you could, rubbing your ass against Suguru while grinding your pussy over Satoru’s dick, “Please~!” You whimpered, drooling all over yourself, and you looked up at Suguru with wide, puppy dog eyes.
Your sudden plea made both men pause, their eyes briefly flickering towards each other in surprise, “Hmm? Please what, baby?” Gojo asked slowly, biting his bottom lip out of excitement, the head of his cock dipping between your swollen labia to rub the hot, wet entrance to your cunt.
He kept one hand tangled in your hair, the other rubbing circles into the small of your back while Suguru grabbed and kneaded your hips. Hearing Gojo’s calm and unhurried tone, you knew you’d have to beg better, “Please, please, I need… I need you, I need both of you, Satoru, Suguru, p-please,” You begged, hoping that would be enough to convince them.
It wasn’t, though. Getou’s hands on your hips kept you from bucking down into Satoru’s cock, guiding your grinding with easy expertise, “Oh? But didn’t you try to run away from us earlier today?” He asked coldly, your breath hitching as you felt him lick the scarred mating bites on your nape.
“Hard to believe you ‘need’ us when you were perfectly able to willingly leave us,” He growled, nipping, teasing, bruising the scarred skin beneath his lips with teeth and tongue, “Isn’t that right, Satoru?”
The other man crooned, the warm sound undercut by the cruelty of his words, “Suguru’s right, baby – what makes you think either of us would believe you after how selfish and stupid you were earlier, hmm?” He used his grip on his hair to make you meet his gaze.
Whimpering, you didn’t know what to say, nervous since the deconstructed cage glinted near the corner of your eye, “’m sorryyyyy, so sorry!” You hiccupped, tears glittering in your pretty eyes and threatening to fall as they caged you in between their hot, sweaty bodies.
Gods, your desire felt like it wanted to claw its way out of your skin, and yet, when Suguru sighed and pulled his lips away from your neck you panicked, “Please, I-I promise I’ll be good, I’ll… I’ll s-stay, and-and I won’t whine, or complain, o-or try to run away, I swear, I’ll-“ You blurted without thought, your heart racing as you felt yourself getting lifted out of Satoru’s lap.
“No, no, no, please, I’ll be good, so good, so, so, so perfect and good and y-you won’t even have to lock m-me up! I promise, I’m sorry, s-so don’t leave me alone, please-“ You were genuinely about to cry before you felt Suguru hook his arms under your knees and spread your legs open as far as possible.
Satoru quickly slipped against your front, shushing you with fluttery kisses over your face and neck, “Awwww, so sweet, shhh, shh, sweetheart, we’re not going to leave you, you’re alright,” He soothed, a sadistically pleased glint in his otherwise warm expression at your brief moment of panic.
Suguru’s arms felt warm and secure around your sides, his strength never ceasing to surprise you, “You’re ours,” He reassured, dark eyes curved in a smile, his voice tinged in satisfaction as he lowered you till your pussy rubbed against both of their throbbing cocks, “You’ll keep your promises to us from now on, won’t you?”
You nodded quickly, unable to do much else than lean back and let both men support you. Gojo lifted your arms and wrapped them around his neck, continuing to kiss wherever he pleased, “Wonderful – it’s such a good thing that you learn your lessons so quickly, baby,” He purred, his hands slipping beneath you to hold his and Suguru’s cocks steady.
A shudder rippled through you when both tips rubbed between your labia, kissing your entrance and leaving pre-cum smeared over your clit, “Good girl. You needed both of us, didn’t you?” Suguru murmured against your ear, slowly beginning to lower your body, their cocks slowly prying you open.
Your breath hitched, but you nodded again, your previous desperation skittering needily beneath your skin, “Then let’s reward you now for taking your punishment so well, sweet thing,” Suguru continued, rolling his hips in short, jerky thrusts, stretching you open more and more and more.
Satoru matched the other man’s motions, holding their cocks together as tightly as was comfortable, “C’mon, that’s our girl, just relax, let us in – we’re going to make you feel so nice and full, baby.” You moaned, biting your bottom lip, the ache of being opened for two fat dicks almost unbearable.
Disgustingly greedy, the thought briefly flickered through you, but quickly disappeared when both cock heads popped past your tight entrance, “Oh! W-wait, wait-!” You gasped, nails scratching at Satoru’s neck despite how your wrists were tied together.
Neither man listened to you, though. They pressed together tighter, going slow but bullying the full length of their dicks steadily deeper inside you. Your toes curled, head falling back with a sharp cry to rest on Getou’s shoulder, the world spinning, the pair of cocks sank deeper inch by inch.
Time seemed to stretch thin, unravelling as pain and pleasure rocked through you, your cunt burning from the increased fullness. Noises spilt out of you, but you didn’t know if they were words or guttural moans, gasps or whimpers.
You felt full – fuller than you’d ever been, even when knotted by the rutting duo, barely able to comprehend how you weren’t being torn apart. Just as you thought you couldn’t take any more, they’d thrust and push even deeper, until they were buried inside you to the hilt.
For a moment, they stilled, cooing and praising you for being able to take them, your hazy senses overwhelmed. Clawed hands dug into your plush hips, thighs and ass, Satoru helping Suguru hold your body suspended between them, stuffed to the brim with their thick dicks.
Your belly made it awkward, but they didn’t seem bothered. It rose and fell with each heavy pant, twitching slightly whenever there was any movement from the cubs inside you. You could barely catch your breath or grow used to the sensations running through you.
Too much! You thought as need and exhaustion rushed down your spine to pool heavily in the pit of your gut. Too full… c-can’t do it!
Before you could find the strength to speak, though, your mates began to move, “Fuuuuuuck so tight,” Satoru groaned as he slowly pulled out, his throbbing cock rubbing against your twitching pussy walls and the underside of Suguru’s dick, “Hahh, fuck, we should’ve done this earlier, feels so, so good~!”
Hissing through his teeth, the white-haired werewolf pulled out till only the tip remained inside you, only to slam balls deep with one mean thrust soon after. This prompted Getou to move as well, pulling out and thrusting in, the pair moving alternately so you were never empty.
Clinging to Gojo as best you could, you barely held on as the men started pounding into your cunt with deep, smooth thrusts. They kept a steady pace – not too fast and not too hard, mindful of your condition, but gods, they made sure to pump so deep inside your pussy it made your toes curl.
You moaned, panting and writhing what little you could, unsure if you wanted to buck into the overwhelming pleasure or were trying to run away from it. The wet noises of skin slapping skin filled the room, the filthy sound of your soaked pussy getting fucked loud to your senses.
It was too much. Too intense. You couldn’t handle it with how sensitive you were. And yet, you only wanted more. Your brain was filled with a pleasant buzz, full of only pleasure, of Suguru’s touch, Satoru’s praise, their cocks pumping in and out, in and out, in and out-
Satoru laughs at your open-mouthed, drooling expression, his cock twitching in excitement, “Oh my, what a cute expression. Did our cocks make you go all dumb and needy, sweetheart?” He teased, dipping his head down to bite and suck bruises into the tender skin of your full breasts.
Your only answer was to whine and nod, unable to do more than cry out their names and babbled pleas, “Hahh, hahh, yeah? Does it feel good having both of us pounding your greedy little cunt, hmmm?” Suguru growled, chuckling when you nodded again, rewarding you with a harder thrust.
Moaning, you buck and twitch, insides clenching needily, tightening the already snug fit even more out of bliss, “So good, so d-deep, hahh, want more, gimme more, pleasepleaseplease, more~!” You mewled, still sensitive from your previous orgasm denial.
“Yeah? You love our cocks that much, love getting stuffed by them, love getting knotted and pumped full with cum?” Satoru relished the way you tightened around them, as if just the thought made your pussy eager to get filled with thick werewolf cum.
Suguru grunted, picking up where the other man left off, “Come on, say it – ‘I love my mates' fat cocks’,” His hands tightened their grip on your thighs, claws digging in deep enough to draw blood, “I wanna hear you beg to get knotted, beg for it, tell us how much you love being our greedy little mate.”
You moaned, insides clenching hotly, the thread of desire winding tighter and tighter inside your tummy, “I love it, love it s-so much!” You slurred mindlessly, too far gone to stop yourself from saying something you might regret, “I love your cocks, love g-getting fucked, getting bred-oooooh, ho fuck, yes, hahh, t-there!” You whimpered when your G-spot was hit.
That just made the werewolves go harder. They pressed themselves as close to you as they could, making sure no part of your body remained untouched. The pace of their thrusts increased, balls slapping and becoming soaked in your juices with every rut of their hips.
The orgasm you’d barely managed to hold back before quickly rushes through you once more, urging you to keep speaking, “Love h-how full you make me, love how g-good it feels, s-so deep and-and perfect, mmh~!” You could feel yourself climbing higher and higher, your peak rushing towards you with each thrust, each grind.
Their knots were beginning to grow plump, making their movements shallow, but intense, “A-always make me feel so good, I love it, I love it, l-looooove you, wanna, hngh.” It becomes harder and harder to speak, needy sobs wracking through you.
Their pace stuttered only for a moment at your words, surprised yet pleased with the sudden confession. Satoru locked eyes with Suguru, the same idea bursting through them as they pinned you even tighter between them.
You bounced at the force of their thrusts, wailing as their knots grew fatter, their thrusts even shorter, stretching you further and further to an almost painful point, “Please, please, please, need to cum, wanna cum, Suguru, Satoru, please, please!” You begged, head craned up to try and breathe.
Leaving both sides of your neck perfectly vulnerable for them to latch on to, “Cum for us,” Satoru groaned, lapping at the spot where your pulse hammered wildly beneath your skin, his hips humping with the same tempo, “Cum on our cocks, go ahead, make a mess of us, good girl, good girl~!”
Suguru only grunted, shifting one hand to your clit and rubbing it with harsh circles, biting down without breaking the skin. You hovered there for a few thrusts more, until suddenly both men shoved themselves balls deep in your cunt, two knots popping painfully past your entrance.
The moment they locked inside you, your vision whited out from the force of your release. How fluid squirted out of you, your insides clenching so tight around Satoru and Suguru’s dicks, it made them wince. Your cunt milked their cocks, the hot, tight embrace of your orgasm pulling them over the edge as well.
Grinding as if they wanted to try and reach impossibly deeper, your mates held your limp body between them as they filled you with thick cum, “There we go, take all of it, mmmmh, you look so good for us like this, all knocked up and fucked full,” Satoru groaned, rubbing his hands all over you while you drooled on his shoulder.
Wave after wave was stuffed inside you, so much of it that it leaked out around where their knots rubbed together. Suguru whined as he felt the sticky warmth trickle out of you, his hands moving from your thighs to cup and rub your swollen belly possessively.
His touch softened when he felt a small kick against his palm, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he pulled away from the fresh bruise in the crook of your neck, “You took us so well… that’s our perfect little mate,” Suguru’s voice was warm and gentle, a tone you weren’t quite used to.
Your consciousness swam in and out of focus while your body slowly came down from its high. Tired, heavy and full, you were boneless in their arms as Satoru and Suguru lightly touched you and spoke softly, praising you for taking your punishment so well.
Warmth tingled through you, your eyes closing for what felt like a few seconds before opening to find yourself clean and tucked into bed. Raising your tired eyes, your gaze met Suguru’s sleeping face, which meant the body against your back was most likely Satoru.
The smell of sex was gone. You didn’t feel any stickiness, which meant you’d been cleaned up. Your body was sore and heavy, but you didn’t feel anything trickling out of you. You must have conked out, missing the aftercare, and truthfully being grateful for it.
You didn’t know how you were supposed to act now. deep inside you could feel that the desire to escape was… gone. Snuffed out. it left an emptiness in its wake – calm, warm and… happy-
Pulling the covers up to your chin, you clench your eyes shut and push the thought away. You were too tired to think about that right now.
Snuggling into Suguru’s chest, you drift off, safe and secure in the arms of your werewolf mates.
All trails lead back to you (Sesshoumaru/F!Reader) pt 1
A sudden cave-in separates you from your ragtag group of friends. Things end up okay, though.
Oooooooooh fuck. You really messed up this time.
“Guuuuuyyyys? Can you hear me?!” Your voice rings hollowly as you yell at the pile of rock in front of you, blocking the way back. The trickle of dust and pebbles settling after a fall is your only answer, though you try to listen as carefully as possible.
Not a hint of another voice comes through from the other side.
Which would be impossible since you know that your companions would either be calling to you or bickering. Most likely bickering, if you were completely honest, given Inuyasha and Kagome’s regular squabbles.
Needless to say, the fact that you couldn’t make out any sound coming through the rocks meant one of two things: 1 – your friends were crushed to death by the cave-in, and now you’d starve to death while trying to find a way out.
Or 2 – they managed to get out of the way in time, but you ended up separated because you were a fucking idiot who froze in fear when you should have dove out of the way.
Either way, one thing you knew for sure: you were stuck and had no idea how to even begin to find a way back out to the surface. Clearing your throat, you tried again, stepping a little closer in the hopes that that might help, “Kagome? Sango? Can you guys hear me?!”
Aside from the echo of your voice, no other sounds could be heard from the other side.
Of course, this would happen to me, of all people! You mentally wailed, trying to keep your breathing even so you wouldn’t give in to a panic attack. You had to keep calm. If you freaked out, you’d only make your situation worse than it already was.
This was just your luck. You should have expected that something else would go wrong when this morning seemed like it would be such an amazing day. The universe seemed to enjoy making you suffer when you were already having a hard enough time.
First, you somehow end up transversing space and time to end up stuck in the past in one of your favourite shows from when you were a kid. Then you meet, befriend and begin travelling with the main characters, all in the hopes of finding some way back to your normal life.
Only to find out you can’t even pull a Kagome and go through the well to her present-day Japan, meaning you’re stuck in the feudal era. Which fucking sucks because you would have loooooved exploring Tokyo in the 1990’s.
But no. You’re forced to live during a time without running water, constant civil unrest, actual real-life youkai, and now a goddamned cave-in.
Can’t someone give a girl a break?!
Frustrated, you kick one of the bigger rocks nearly, only to almost leap out of your own skin when the entire wall shifted and threatened to fall once again, “Okayyyyyy, bad idea, let’s not touch the giant pile of debris,” You huffed, taking three big steps back – just in case.
You wouldn’t want to accidentally end up buried or partially trapped and have to gnaw your leg off to survive. The chances were slim, but they were never zero. Trying not to sink into despair, you turned, intending to see if the other end was blocked off too-
Only to nearly slam face-first into a cold metal chest plate.
Yelping, you stumbled back in shock, nearly tripping over your feet, “Whoa-who the fuck-?!” Snapping your eyes upwards, you felt your blood run cold when you came face to face with cold, golden eyes.
Shit – could your day have gotten any worse? Of course, you had to get stuck with one of the assholes who caused this cave-in in the first place. And of course it had to be Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha’s full youkai half-brother, who hated (or at least intensely disliked most) humans.
Blinking a little stupidly, you tried to wrap your head around your situation. As far as you remembered, there was no way you and Sesshoumaru should have been in the same space, so why the heck was he here with you?
Wait. That’s not the most important thing to be worried about right now. Sesshoumaru could easily kill you if you pissed him off – and unlike with Inuyasha, this guy didn’t have Kagome yelling ‘Sit, boy!’ to save you from his potential wrath.
Your despair kept rising, causing you to freeze after stammering his name in surprise. Slit pupils watched you with a quiet intensity that made your skin crawl, unnerved by the taller and no doubt stronger man you were stuck with.
Gods, you wanted to scream. Would he kill you if you screamed? Surely the great demon lord would permit you one frenzied yell into the void to release the anxiety clawing at your throat!
“It seems we are trapped,” The silver-haired man breaks the silence, his impassive gold gaze sweeping over the blockage behind you. Slit pupils narrowed as Sesshoumaru studied the cave in, sheathing his sword as he did so.
You released the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in once the handle made a small ‘snkt’ sound, indicating the blade was fully sheathed, “Oh! Uh, yeah… it-it seems we’re kind of left to our own devices, uh… sir?” Fucking kill me now, oh my god, you thought, barely biting back a wince at your stuttering.
Thankfully, Sesshoumaru seemed unbothered – or he was just ignoring you. After studying the pile of rocks for just a minute, he huffed and turned on his heel, beginning to walk in the opposite direction without another word.
It took a second before you reacted, scrambling to follow him (after only glancing back at the rubble behind you once), “H-Hey, wait up, uhm, is it alright if I come with you?” Wooooowwwww, way to feel like a weirdo loser by asking if you can follow him.
Like you had a choice, though. If you wanted to get the hell out of this crazy cave system, sticking with Sesshoumaru was your best option.
When he didn’t respond negatively, you took that as a sign that he would at least tolerate your presence for now. Or maybe he just didn’t care, you mused, hanging back and letting the youkai lord lead the way.
Trying to distract yourself so you wouldn’t start yapping Sesshoumaru’s ears off and risk getting him mad, you took the opportunity to study him from this close up. Before today, you’d only ever seen Sesshoumaru from a distance a handful of times, and usually, he never even glanced your way.
Even from a distance, you’d never been able to handle the overwhelming otherworldly energy that seeped from him. Yet, you could never take your eyes off him whenever he did appear, something you felt too ashamed to admit to yourself.
You’d always thought that he was both awe-inspiring and terrifying every time he popped up. His beauty is captivating, but you would neverrrrrrr have been bold or dumb enough to say something like that out loud. You’d just think it – and admire him quietly, while hoping that you never accidentally slipped up around your companions.
There was only one time you’d ever mentioned how pretty you thought Sesshoumaru was when Kagome and Sango asked you what kind of man you ‘liked’. Your exact words, kind of distracted while keeping an eye on some nearby bushes for that goddamned perv Miroku, had been “Uh, the uhhh… pretty type, like Sesshoumaru, I guess?”
What had shocked you, then, wasn’t spotting Miroku and having to throttle him for peeping again while you and the other girls bathed. It had been how Sango and Kagome both reacted like they were horrified you’d like someone ‘like Sesshoumaru’.
Granted, they’d been around longer and had been in a lot more conflicts with the youkai before you joined them. The stories they had told you about him had been unbelievable – I mean, really, turning into a giant fuck ass dog? You’re not gullible – but you’d taken them to heart… for the most part.
It’s just that he didn’t at all seem bothered with anyone aside from his brother. If you and the others stayed out of the way, Sesshoumaru didn’t even spare a glance at any of you. You only end up dragged into the fight because of two major factors:
Jaken decides to fuck around and attack your group to show his loyalty and keep Kagome, Sango or Miroku from lending Inuyasha a hand.
Or the others decide to stick their noses into Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru’s business, which ends up exacerbating the situation.
At least they tended to ship you and Shippo off on Kirara any time a fight broke out. But that’s just kind of the normal state of things, since you couldn’t fight, and Shippo was a child.
Granted, Sango and Kagome are both younger than you as well, but you’re just gonna ignore that factoid so you don’t end up depressed about your ‘usefulness’ again.
Anyway – suffice to say, despite how terrifying Sesshoumaru is, there was something about him that just drew your attention. Strong, handsome, stoic, everything about the youkai piqued your interest whenever he showed up. From the first moment you locked eyes with him, there was just something about him that lingered in your mind.
The dreams didn’t help either. You swore you had never had as many recurring dreams in your life since the first time Sesshoumaru popped into your life. You could never quite remember what they were about, but they plagued your sleep regardless.
You couldn’t even count the number of times you’d wake up early in the morning, sweaty, heart racing and inner thighs sticky. Vague flashes were the only things you’d be able to remember, but the intensity (for lack of a better word) stuck with you.
The only reason you know the dreams were about Sesshoumaru is because those images were always about him. his hands, his eyes, lips, markings, long silver hair – it made no sense why these images were seared into your memory every morning, but till now you hadn’t been able to escape them.
Deep in your thoughts, you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings and tripped over a rock in your path, “Ah-!" You yelped, arms flailing as you stumbled, trying to right yourself. Unfortunately, you misstep again, feeling the floor slip out from under you.
A squeal of fright leaves your throat, your body pitched forward, almost hitting the ground. Luckily, though, your hand connects with an unfamiliar, cool, rough palm. Instinctively, you latch on, head jerking up to once again lock eyes with Sesshoumaru.
His face is much closer this time as he lifts you with incredible strength, helping you with one, easy movement back to your feet, “What-I-why did you-?” Shocked at this turn of events, you don’t even realise how tightly you’re still holding onto the Youkai’s hand.
Mentally, you were too busy reeling that Sesshoumaru had bothered to turn around and help you. Holy shit – was this the day that pigs sprouted wings and learned to fly?! What the fuck?
Instead of answering your bewildered sputtering, you saw Sesshoumaru’s gaze slowly drag up and down your form. Was he… checking if you were injured?
Holy shit, your heart was beating so hard right now!
“U-uhm! Sorry!” You squeak, tearing your eyes off the handsome man and bowing quickly, only belatedly realising you were still holding his hand, oh hell, “I-I wasn’t paying attention and made you stop your progress! I promise it won’t happen again!”
Aside from the echo of your voice, silence filled the space between you, which just made you feel even more embarrassed. And terrified! You have no idea how he’s going to react to your clumsiness – what if he gets angry and leaves you behind? Surely he wouldn’t be that cruel and kill you for tripping, right?
Gods, you felt like you were going to hurl. The silence seemed to stretch on, and you could feel Sesshoumaru’s cold glare bearing down on your bent form. Your nerves made you shiver slightly, wondering what he would do and why're you still holding his hand?!
Before you could snatch it away and utter another apology, Sesshoumaru tightened his grip and hummed curiously, “Odd. So fearful and yet you choose to follow regardless,” If you didn’t know better, you’d have sworn he almost sounded… amused at your plight.
Unsure how to respond or if you were supposed to explain yourself, you remained silent. Luckily, it didn’t seem that Sesshoumaru expected an answer, using his grip on your hand to pull you upright, “Come. We have little time to linger. Mind your steps,” He commanded, finally releasing your hand from captivity after giving it one last squeeze.
You were so surprised by his actions that you stood there, frozen for a few seconds, just watching Sesshoumaru as he turned and began walking once more. What the fuck was that about?! You mentally screamed, shaking your head to snap out of your shock.
Seeing that Sesshoumaru was already several strides ahead, you scrambled to follow, “Ah, wait up!” You exclaimed, jogging to catch up with him in just a few seconds.
This time, you walked behind him a lot closer than you initially did, a part of you no longer as on guard. Now that Sesshoumaru had seemingly accepted your presence (for the time being, anyway), you thought it more appropriate to stay close to him.
Thankfully, it seemed that he wasn’t in too great a rush, because you were easily able to keep pace with your impromptu companion.
Silence descended between the two of you once more, but it wouldn’t last long. “So… do you have any idea where we’re supposed to go?” You hesitantly asked, glancing at Sesshoumaru’s face to try and read his expression, just in case your question annoyed him.
His expression remained stoic, which you didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. “No,” He responded simply, and while you waited for him to elaborate further, you noticed the slightest twitch of Sesshoumaru’s nose, “But there is an exit at the end of this tunnel.”
Right. He must have smelled fresh air coming in from somewhere - or something like that. However, getting out of the mountain was only half the problem. How were you going to contact Kagome and the others? Ideally, if you were going to wait for a rescue operation, you’d stay in place while waiting for help or return to the start of your trail.
It’d be even better if you could find the spot where you entered the mountain with the others, but… You had no clue where that was. For all you knew, you could be exiting on the other side of the mountain, or at a higher or lower point.
You hummed while nodding, sucking in your cheeks while thinking. Glancing at Sesshoumaru, you hesitated for only a moment before speaking again, “Oh, okay… and, uh… and then what?” Your question made the youkai’s gaze flicker in your direction.
Unnerved by his attention, you didn’t look him in the eye as you continued, “I-I mean, we’ll still be separated from the others, and it’s not like they’ll be outside waiting for us soooo…” You trailed off, wincing when you heard him make a small ‘hm’ at your observation.
Okay, did that mean he was irritated, and you should shut up, or was that a ‘I’m thinking wench please hush’ kind of hum?
“Ah-Uhn will know where to lead Jaken and Rin,” Sesshoumaru said as if it were obvious what would happen. Ah-Uhn… was the dragon-horse thing Rin rode on whenever you and his group crossed paths, right?
You barely managed to stop yourself from making a face, doubting the man walking just slightly ahead of you, “However, I doubt your… companions-“ Hey, is it just you or did Sesshoumaru’s lips just twitch derisively, “-would follow mine. You will have to find them on your own.”
I mean, fair enough, but why did you get the feeling that he liked your friends a lot less than he minded you?
No, it couldn’t be. You were just assuming things based on fragmented dreams about a guy you didn’t actually know, “Right, uhm, I figured that might be…” You mumbled, shoulders slumping with a sigh.
Well shit. You didn’t want to just wander around on a mountain yelling for them. I mean, there are other dangerous youkai around for crying out loud – that’d practically be a death wish!
Man… times like this, you really miss the tracking abilities of a smartphone.
You hadn’t noticed Sesshoumaru had slowed just a little more, so you were walking side by side now. He continued to study you while you got lost in thought, intensely scrutinising you as if to commit your form to memory. You didn’t notice the slow way he inhaled your scent, like he was savouring its presence for when you would be parted once again.
And you most certainly hadn’t paid attention to the fact that your body had automatically meandered closer to his while you walked. Not until the silken brush of his haori against your arm pulled you from the mental spiral your brain was threatening to go into.
Flinching, you felt your face burn as you looked up to see him staring at you, squeaking in shock, “Ah, s-sorry, let me just-“ You were about to pull away from him, but the odd fluff around his amputated shoulder moved, pulling you closer.
Speechless, you just kind of… let it happen. Looking up at Sesshoumaru, then to the fur, then back to him, you felt like your heart had lodged itself in your throat. This time, you were unable to tear your eyes away from his, the gleam in his gaze still unreadable but… different.
Very, very different.
Swallowing thickly, you watched as his eyes flickered to your lips and back again, his pupils just barely dilating with what you thought might have been interest. Your entire nervous system felt like it was running on overdrive, shooting hot sparks through your synapses.
The energy between the two of you fizzled with electricity, and though you’d never been one to believe in fate, this moment felt like it was meant to happen. For a second, you could swear that the youkai lord was going to swoop in and kiss you, his face coming closer, closer.
“You should be more careful,” Sesshoumaru said, pulling away at just the right moment and turning his attention back to the winding tunnel before you, “These caves have many pitfalls. It would be best to stick close,” You nodded mindlessly, your brain still trying to catch up with what had just happened, noting that his fur was still holding you close to his side.
Holy shit… holy shit, what was that?! What the hell just happened?!
You remained silent while screaming on the inside as the two of you walked further along. You could feel the soft warmth of the fluff against your back, gently nudging you along to keep pace with Sesshoumaru. You would have thought that a man as standoffish as him would have run cold, but this was… surprisingly comfortable.
Your stomach felt tight like it had twisted itself into a knot, making you feel short of breath. Every brush of his haori against your side made your skin tingle, dizzying your already confused senses. A woody, masculine scent hung in the air, spicy, tempting, and fuck, you’d dreamed of it before, hadn’t you?
You wondered if you had completely lost your mind. You didn’t know how much time had passed as it all seemed to blur together, but you did notice (much to your embarrassment) hot, sticky wetness between your thighs.
You begged whatever deity might be listening and laughing at your plight that Sesshoumaru’s sense of smell wouldn’t pick up on that.
If he did, he luckily said nothing, sparing you any further humiliation. ‘The moment I find a way back home, I need to go out and get laid,’ You mentally bemoaned, trying to ignore the throbbing in the pit of your belly.
Damned dreams. Damned cave-in. Damned sexy Sesshoumaru holding you close like he would protect and take care of you. You needed to get the hell away from him unless you’d explode.
You were so focused on trying to wrestle your reactions under control, you hardly noticed when the tunnel suddenly opened to a large cavern. You were snapped out of it, however, when Inuyasha’s familiar voice suddenly rang out, “You get your hands off’a her!”
With barely a moment to react, you felt Sesshoumaru push you back as he met his brother’s brandished sword with his own. A sharp, metallic clang rang out, filling the cavern with this cold, hollow echo that doused the heated lust in your body in three seconds flat.
You stepped back quickly with a gasp, confusion, and fear quickly giving way to anger, “Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that damn thing, Inuyasha!” You snapped at the realisation that he’d stupidly attacked Sesshoumaru while you were still next to him!
The dog-eared man only responded with a growl, which Sesshoumaru matched. You felt his fur brush against your back one last time before pulling away to wrap tightly around the youkai. You didn’t think much about it as you hopped away from the fight, rushing to get out of the fray.
Kagome called your name, “Over here! This way!” She waved you over, and you hurried to get to her, concerned that Sango, Miroku, Kirara and Shippou weren’t with her.
The moment you were within arm’s reach, Kagome grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug, “Oh my god, we were so worried about you! Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?!” Pulling away, she turned you this way and that, searching you for injuries.
“N-No, no, I’m fine, he didn’t even lay a finger on me!” You were quick to reassure the younger girl, lying on a technicality without any shred of guilt, “Where are the others? Did the cave in separate you?”
Kagome opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted as Inuyasha rushed back to you and her, “We can play catch-up later!” He barked, hoisting you and Kagome beneath an arm each, “C’mon, let’s get outta here!” With a huff of effort, he barely avoided one of Sesshoumaru’s blows-
But ended up falling into the huge fuck-off hole in the cavern’s centre, “W-wait, hold on, noooooooo-!” You shrieked as you plummeted, barely catching one last glimpse of Sesshoumaru, eyes blood red with rage.
He swiftly disappeared, though, as gravity tugged you and your companions down, you and Kagome screaming all the way.
At the edge of the hole, Sesshoumaru watched, chest heaving for breath as he tried to cool the burning anger coursing through his veins from his brother’s interruption, “That damn Inuyasha,” He hissed, sheathing Tensaiga while glaring at the darkness below.
He would have jumped down to follow if the familiar jingle of Ah-Uhn’s slow steps and Jaken’s screech didn’t stop him, “Sesshoumaru-sama, Sesshoumaru-sama!” The imp cried, swinging his staff wildly before prostrating himself in greeting.
Holding back a sigh, Sesshoumaru forced his instincts back to think logically. If he went down now, he and Inuyasha would only pick the fight back up where it had just left off. He’d already gotten more than what he’d planned for – still, it was a shame his time with you had been cut short.
Still, it would be better to pull back and regroup. There would be plenty more times Sesshoumaru could separate you from your companions. He needed only to be patient and bide his time.
Turning to face Jaken, Rin and Ah-Uhn, Sesshoumaru ignored the imp’s questioning, “Let us leave,” He said, picking one of the many caves that led out of the mountain’s hollow centre. He will see you again soon. Tonight’s dream would be the prime opportunity to take out his frustration, Sesshoumaru mused.
Pulling his mokomoko closer around his shoulders, Sesshoumaru inhaled deeply, savouring your scent as if it were the finest wine. Next time, he’d make sure to separate you from your group so they wouldn’t be able to interrupt again.
NOT a writing request instead i am asking. if u recall/remember the person who wrote once upon a time, a fanfiction where slime kakyoin had sex with reader and laid eggs in them. i read this fic once upon a time on ao3 and it was good and yet i can never find it again....and i was wondering as someone who has written both jojo fics and egg figs if u know the fic im talking about....
Heyo~! I know I've definitely written a piece with oviposition and Kakyoin once before, but I think Jotaro was in it too? Lemme check real quick-
Found it! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22448605 other than this i'm not sure if i have any other ones with just kakyoin, so it's most likely another writer but i would have no clue who
The dragon sovereign’s heart Ch 3/4 (Neuvillette/F!Reader)
Chapter 1 & Chapter 2
Neuvillette nearly loses you for a second time… and makes a promise <3
He should have been more careful.
All that time preparing, all those years of secretly feeding you the potion that would change you into a perfect mate, all potentially gone to waste.
If only Neuvillette had the foresight to bind part of you to the bed you’d been resting on the past few days while recovering from your transformation. You’d only recently woken up – dazed and sluggish despite being totally unconscious for close to four days total.
You were weak and confused. Neuvillette assumed that you would be quietly obedient as you got used to your new senses. All of your movements, no matter how small, were shaky, a newfound clumsiness that would fade with time as you adjusted.
There was no reason for Neuvillette to presume you’d be capable of anything aside from some light conversation. He’d made sure to keep you calm and half sedated, unwilling to stress you out. “It’ll all be alright, my love, I won’t leave your side for a moment,” He’d comforted, fussing over the pillows, helping you sit upright.
You didn’t say a word to him. That should have concerned the dragon sovereign; it should have made him wary. Neuvillette had just assumed you were too mentally out of it to react much to what he said and did. He assumed you would need much, much longer to recover.
And now look at him – using his claws to carefully manoeuvre his way through the large reef bed outside the sunken manor he’d previously had you locked up in.
All because he didn’t think you’d have the strength to escape him in your current state.
Snarling irritably, Neuvillette scoured the gaps between the coral for your form, following any flicker of movement like a shark, “You’re not getting away from me, mon amour,” He hissed, large fangs bared in anger at the situation and your refusal to return to him.
The reef, usually full of the dancing swirls of schools of fish, was unnervingly silent. From the moment you’d managed to break through one of the windows, they’d disappeared – hiding wherever possible amongst the rocks, coral and algae.
As if they could sense the oncoming storm of Neuvillette’s anger, they’d made themselves scarce, leaving the married couple to their devices. Without schools of fish delaying your frantic thrashing through the water, you were able to find an opening to duck for cover. It was a drastic attempt that could have resulted in an even worse situation – one Neuvillette didn’t even want to think about.
This couldn’t go on. You should already have exhausted whatever burst of energy had gotten you out of the manor and into the vast ocean surrounding it. Neuvillette worried that you would struggle to breathe with your new gills and end up drowning.
Neuvillette felt his heart ache at the thought, your fragile state threatening to send him into a frenzy. Any time he spotted you between the cracks in rock and coral, he tried to grab you – only for you to barely dart out of his reach on instinct.
So clever – if you weren’t trying to stay out of his reach, Neuvillette would have been proud that you were getting used to your freshly grown fins so soon. But the fact that you were using them to your advantage to avoid his grasping hands made the dragon sovereign growl in frustration.
You were going to run out of energy soon. Days without proper nourishment had already weakened you, and you’d already been avoiding meals before your transformation. He had to get you back inside where you could slowly adjust and regain your strength under Neuvillette’s loving care.
Only then could he reignite the flames of your love and ensure you’d forever stay his beloved wife, “Please, mon coeur, I promise I won’t be angry at you for running – you’re just afraid, no?” He crooned, trying to soothe you as he pursued the flashes of your scales whenever they were hit by sunlight.
“It must have been so frightening to wake up, weak and aching after everything,” Neuvillette continued, his heart pounding and adrenaline surging when his claws grazed the very edges of your fins, “All I want is to make sure you’re safe and cared for – so please, ma chere, please come out?”
Despite his sweet attempts to cajole you out from the vast, yet tight tunnels beneath the coral, you continued to evade him in quick bursts of movement.
Your refusal to exit made him snarl yet again, even more draconic features sprouting across Neuvillette’s body at your stubborn refusal to obey, “Damn it, moon amour, come here!” He snapped, finding a larger gap to shove his arm through.
From the corner of his eye, he saw how his fingers briefly tangled in your hair before you jerked away just as he closed his fist. From the brief glimpse he caught of you, he saw how harshly you were panting, eyes wild with panic.
Your gills struggled to provide you with enough air to keep up with how much you were moving. The fins you’d grown tangled around your legs with each kick, slowing your progress, which in turn allowed Neuvillette to easily keep up with you.
Out in the open, it wouldn’t have mattered how fast you could swim – Neuvillette would have been able to catch up to you with ease. The only advantage you had right now was that your husband couldn’t find a gap big enough to let him into the same space as you, giving you a few seconds to catch your precious breath.
Not that you could. Your mind was filled with nothing but the urge to flee. Every inhale felt wet and heavy, causing you to struggle with something that had once been so natural. Floundering in discomfort, it was hard to think outside of the violent instincts warring for control over your psyche.
From the moment you regained consciousness, there had been this insistent throbbing in the back of your mind, becoming louder despite the exhaustion you still felt. The thought that something was wrong would not leave your mind, and only grew louder when Neuvillette entered your sight.
You could tell he was speaking, but you couldn’t hear a word. You knew he was touching you, yet you couldn’t feel the warmth of his skin. A buzzing in your brain made your nerves feel tingly and numb, keeping you mostly unresponsive as your husband checked you over.
Something was wrong, but you couldn’t do anything to solve it. You didn’t dare take your eyes off of Neuvillette as he fussed over you, something warning you not to let him out of your sight. Despite your numbness, your muscles tense in anticipation, your heart beating into a frenzy.
But you didn’t move. You didn’t flinch when Neuvillette touched you, didn’t speak, didn’t react in any way that might have been perceived as a threat.
That is… until he opened the bedroom door to leave-
Go. Now. A voice deep in the recesses of your soul commanded, and you followed without hesitation.
You took your captor by surprise with your sudden speed and agility, shoving open the door just as he meant to shut it. It slammed into his face, disorienting Neuvillette just long enough to give you a decent head start.
Right. Run, run, run. Don’t let him catch you. The voice echoed through you, pushing you to scramble on aching legs towards a large window facing the ocean atop a set of stairs.
Behind you, you hear the door slam and Neuvillette roar your name. You don’t turn back. You don’t glance behind. You keep running, even if you feel like you're trying to wade through tar.
The window comes closer – or rather, you close the distance to it. Despite your fear, you never falter, keeping the sudden boost of speed that gave you the edge of surprise on the man behind you.
Jump. Don’t stop, just jump. You do as your instincts guide you, knowing that if you falter now, Neuvillette would catch you. Jump. Or you’ll never be free.
So, you did. You jumped, breaking through the glass thoughtlessly, trusting whatever drove you to move. The glass gave way to your body, allowing you to be embraced by the cold ocean water outside.
That snapped you out of your odd trance, gasping in a stinging breath of salt water. Luckily, you were always a quick thinker, pushing the impossibility of your situation to the back of your mind in favour of finding the nearest place to hide.
Which all led to your current predicament, stuck in a twisting network of coral and rock while you tried not to give in to panic. Your neck and sides burn as your gills flutter rapidly, working hard to help you breathe.
With shaking arms and weakened legs, you ignore Neuvillette except to avoid his grabby hands, dragging yourself as quickly as you can away from him. You can tell that your energy is fading quickly – but you weren’t about to give up.
Not yet. Not when freedom was so close. All you needed to do was to find a current that would help you swim away fast enough that your husband would be unable to reach you. You didn’t think about what you’d do to stay free, considering the social power and prestige Neuvillette has – but you figured you could worry about that later.
So focused on dragging yourself through the maze of tunnels before you, you didn’t notice Neuvillette becoming increasingly agitated. He’d given up on cooing at you, trying to use words to lure you out. If being sweet didn’t work – then he’d just have to adjust.
Baring his sharp teeth in frustration, Neuvillette studied the coral beneath him, tugging or pushing against certain points to test their strength. He made sure to keep an eye on you, making sure you wouldn’t move too far from him.
It didn’t take long for him to find a weak spot. A large, gaping hole was barely covered by old and dead coral – brittle, weak, but still enough of an obstacle to stop a shark or a seal from pursuing any prey smart enough to hide beneath it.
To Neuvillette, however, it was an opportunity to catch you off guard. He noticed that your movements were becoming increasingly erratic and sluggish, your body struggling to keep going. You were so focused on navigating the tunnels that you let your guard down.
Your preoccupation was exactly what he needed to strike. Trying to drive you further to the perfect spot, Neuvillette purposefully tried to shove his hand into one of the larger gaps at your right, forcing you to react by darting left… right beneath the exact spot he wanted you.
Unfortunately, you were so hyper-focused on keeping out of his reach that you didn’t notice the shadow cast over you. Perhaps, given time and practice, you would have sensed the shift in current as Neuvillette bared his full weight against the brittle coral separating you.
After all, only one of you has complete dominion over water. And it certainly wasn’t the freshly transformed immortal growing increasingly panicked as it became harder and harder to swim.
Neuvillette tenses, poised to strike, gathering his power to bend the tides so they slowed your motions to a crawl. He watched as your arms shook, still desperately trying to pull yourself further, but faltering as your strength waned.
Your fingers gave up before the rest of your body followed, slipping off the rock as a particularly rough current shoved you backwards, “Ah, nhh-hngh-no-!” You barely manage to gasp, mouth filling with salt water and causing you to gag instinctively.
The tides shift again, easing up, but by the time you’ve caught your breath, it is far, far too late.
A sharp crack is muffled by the water, and debris rains down around you, obscuring your vision. You jerk in fear but have no idea where to go, floundering in pure fear, before a muscular arm darts down. You don’t even have time to scream as it grabs you by the nape of your neck, covering your gills and squeezing painfully.
Your hands rush to tug at Neuvillette’s grip, fear causing your heart to race as breathing becomes even harder, “Attrapé toi, mon bien-aimé.” Your husband coos, pinning you to the rough, cold sand, bits of rock and coral digging and scratching at your tender scales.
A ragged sob leaves your mouth, breathy and pained, your sharp nails biting at his fingers, “L-let… go… c-can’t brea… breathe!” Your words were garbled due to the water, but luckily, Neuvillette had no trouble understanding what you said as he shifted his fingers down.
He wouldn’t release his grip entirely, though. Your gills flared as they took in water desperately, the frilled edges tickling Neuvillette’s fingers where they rested unnervingly close. The unspoken threat was easy to understand – behave, and you wouldn’t have to worry about drowning.
Not that he would let you drown, of course. He might let you black out to make it easier for him to lock you back up again, sure – but Neuvillette wouldn’t go through all that trouble just to let you die.
He wouldn’t lose you. not to the passage of time, not to old age, not to sickness, and definitely to at his or the ocean’s hand. You were much too precious to him, too beloved, that even the thought of a life without you brought Neuvillette to the brink of despair.
The same despair he’d been forced to experience too much today. Now that he had you trapped, the relief Neuvillette felt was unable to quell the anger that simmered within him at the audacity you had to try to escape him. How could you try to abandon him – after everything he’d done for you?
Had he not proven himself? Neuvillette had dedicated years of research, time and effort to prove how deeply he yearned to spend eternity with you. To prove his dedication, his soul-rending affection – all just for you to take the first opportunity to run?
How dare you? How dare you squander his hard work, as if spitting in the face of your marriage by asking for a divorce wasn’t bad enough?
His claws pricked your skin, and you whined, thrashing weakly as the man pinning you down tried to stop the spiral of his thoughts. Your squirming just made him hold you tighter, though, a long tail wrapping around your legs to stop you from kicking.
“Stay. Still,” Neuvillette growled, his sharp teeth grazing your ear as he clutched you tighter, madness, obsession and rage coursing hotly through him – so potent he feared he’d drown in the emotional tide, “You’re not going anywhere. I forbid it. I refuse to lose you to your own stubborn stupidity!”
A chill rushed through you at his declaration, your body trembling beneath him in fear, “Y-you can’t… keep me locked up… imprisoned… forever…” You barely manage to speak, your throat feeling like you’d been forced to swallow sandpaper.
Taking another breath and swallowing past your discomfort, you continued, “Even if you… do… I will never… never forgive you… for what you’ve… done to me,” You would have continued, if your words weren’t cut off by Neuvillette squeezing your throat.
Black spots danced across your vision, which you tried to get rid of by blinking rapidly. You strained against your husband’s cloying embrace, but it was completely useless. Frustrated, you jabbed your nails deeper into the hand around your neck, realising bitterly that you’d have to bide your time for next time.
Meanwhile, Neuvillette had been sent spiralling by your declaration, an unsettling panic threatening to engulf him. The thought that you would try to do this again, that you would dare attempt to leave his side of your own volition, made his blood boil.
Was this what all of this would lead to? A broken marriage, a ruined relationship - despite Neuvillette’s fervent promises and efforts to keep the two of you from splitting apart? Were you doomed to part, leaving him cold and alone once more, after knowing the warmth of true love?
No. No, Neuvillette wouldn’t let it happen. He could still fix this; he had to fix this.
Actually, a thought pricked his conscience, grabbing Neuvillette’s attention. He didn’t need to fix the situation. What he needed to fix was you.
You are the one being difficult. You were the one who tried to initiate the divorce after giving up on your marriage. You are the one who stupidly jumped through glass and tried to run away instead of facing the beautiful future Neuvillette had prepared for you together with him.
Yes, he wasn’t perfect, and Neuvillette knew he had made many mistakes that had led up to this moment and your resentment towards him. But he hadn’t given up.
If he wanted things to go back to being perfect, then Neuvillette had to make you love him again – by any means necessary.
May Celestia forgive him, Neuvillette thought as an idea clicked perfectly into place. Because he was going to break and remould your body, mind and soul – to be his perfect, loving wife once more.
Feeling your heart rate beginning to slow against his fingers, Neuvillette snapped back to reality. Instead of releasing your throat, he adjusted his grip to hold your body tight against him as he darted back up and out into the vast waters.
You didn’t even have the energy to squirm anymore, though you weakly scratched his fingers when you felt him begin swimming, “You’re taking… me back?” You asked, only a little surprised and disappointed. You had hoped that he might bring you back on land, even if it was unlikely.
“Yes,” Your husband answered, his tone light and simple. Your brows furrowed as warning bells rang through you, deeply unsettled by the almost emotionless expression on Neuvillette’s face, “We’re going home, and you’re going to sit down and think.”
The two of you swam in silence for a few minutes, the manor in the distance slowly coming closer and closer with each flick of Neuvillette’s legs and tail, “Think about what…?” You eventually hesitated to ask, becoming even more alarmed when he didn’t respond.
You would have questioned further, but the energy coming off of your husband was so off-putting that it left you speechless. You couldn’t even struggle because all of your muscles were screaming – either in pain or that you were in danger, you weren’t too sure.
Little did you know what kinds of plans were running through Neuvillette’s head in that moment. If you were aware of what would have awaited you when Neuvillette locked you back up, perhaps you would have fought harder or struggled more.
Instead, as you pass the barrier keeping the inside of the manor dry and Neuvillette shifts you around to hold you in a princess carry, you remain silent and still. You allow him to carry you inside, exhaustion causing you to slowly nod off in his arms.
Despite everything, his touch is as familiar and comforting as it always is, making it hard for you to maintain alertness, “Just sleep, mon amour,” Neuvillette hums lightly, his voice vibrating against your cheek where it rested on his chest, “You won’t ever have to worry when I am with you… So just rest while you can.”
What an odd thing to say, you think as your head dips low and sleep overtakes you. Your heart can’t help but ache at the familiar sensation as your eyes slip closed. If you had paid attention to your surroundings, you would have noticed that Neuvillette didn’t carry you up to the room you’d previously resided in.
Your husband’s steps echoed through empty halls as he walked with a steady purpose, bringing you deeper into your ‘home’. You, however, have already slipped into the world of dreams, lulled to sleep by a bone-deep exhaustion and the comfort you’d been denying yourself for weeks.
He carries you deeper and deeper still, to the heart of the manor where Neuvillette had spent all this time creating a soft, cosy ‘den’ for when you were back up to strength. “You will never think of leaving me again once we’re done here,” He murmurs as he lays you atop a large, comfortable bed.
His gaze is loving as he carefully takes your arms and binds them to either corner of the headboard above you, “With time, you’ll forgive me… and you’ll understand why I have to do what I’m going to. You’ll love me too deeply not to.”
He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, “And you will love me,” Neuvillette promises, reaching for a hidden drawer in the headboard and pulling out a small vial of shimmering pink fluid and an egg-shaped device.
“I won’t let you out of this room until you are as depraved and obsessed with me… as I am for you.”
i don't mean that in a pushy way, i was just wondering since you mentioned it in your post from november.
That's a very good question honestly - I have been thinking about it since I finally got through the worst of my writer's block, but on the other hand I have several incomplete fics I want to focus on finishing before opening commissions
It's probably really annoying for me to say this, but for the time being i'm putting anything about commissions on hold for the foreseeable future
Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Bear? (Werebear!Toji Fushiguro/F!Reader) pt 2
Too bad for you, the man wanted to be fully prepared for winter.
He’d caught his prey – now, he could take his time to play with you thoroughly.
It takes less than two hours for Toji to carry your unconscious form back to his den.
The thrill of the chase still pumps through his body as you lie limply over his shoulder, your soft form a surprisingly comfortable weight. With unhurried steps, he wanders familiar, unmarked paths, completely unbothered as he makes his way back home.
Various scents and sounds filled the air as the critters and beasts that roamed at night awoke beneath pale moonlight. A shadow flickered between the trees, or a bush rustled as something darted between its leaves. Toji, however, was unperturbed, his only acknowledgement being a twitch of his ears in the direction the sounds came from.
The werebear was more focused on wandering through the increasingly dense forests, his sensitive nose easily picking out his own scent trail. Moonlight became blotted out by the canopy the further he walked, covering Toji’s more vulnerable human form in deep shadows.
All the while, he kept a possessive arm wrapped around your middle, holding your unconscious body over his shoulder. He could feel the steady beat of your heart where your chest pressed to his shoulder blade, leaving a tingling warmth that had excitement thrumming through his veins.
You were all his, Toji mused, pausing only a moment to turn his face into your side and inhaling deeply, relishing your scent. It had been a long time since he’d last played with a human. Most of the time, he avoided the places where they liked to camp, even if they trespassed into his territory, knowing the harm that could come from a confrontation.
You only had yourself to blame for stimulating Toji’s interest. Originally, he’d intended to leave you and your friends be – but a shift in the wind had blown your scent his way. Sweet honeysuckle and ripe, tart berries at the height of summer, the ones he loved to gorge himself on while preparing for winter.
If he’d been a lesser man, Toji might have dashed in and snatched you up regardless of the other two people you were with. They were weaker than him, and if push came to shove, he wasn’t afraid of killing them to get what he wanted.
But Toji is a patient predator. He knew the potential that your little group would fracture would happen sooner or later, since the three of you couldn’t always guarantee you’d stick together. If one of your friends hadn’t left camp and lost her way in the woods, then one of you would have eventually struggled behind while hiking, no matter how careful and prepared you were.
Such was the nature of humans. There would always be some weak link that would cause separation, no matter how tightly knitted the group would seem. And considering the other were-beasts Toji had smelled lingering around your campgrounds – he wasn’t the only one out there hunting for fun.
So, stalk and hunt you down he did. The moment your friend group split up is the moment Toji knew he’d get you sooner, rather than later. Oh, sure, you were clever to avoid him for as long as you did. If Toji had wanted to play with you longer, if he’d wanted to break you before taking you, he might have indulged the chase a little longer.
Too bad for you, the man wanted to be fully prepared for winter. And what better way to get through all that cold, snowy weather than with a pretty, cute little bed partner to keep his den (and cock) warm through hibernation?
Toji couldn’t stop the sharp-toothed grin that cut through his face menacingly. He’d caught his prey – now, he could take his time to play with you thoroughly.
Thankfully, he can already spot the old cobblestone cabin as he hikes up a steep hill. Nestled against a sheer cliff face at the back and a large boulder to its left side, it’s easy for the eye to skip over the small, quaint house. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d have missed it easily, as the stone walls blended with the rest of its surroundings.
The perfect den for an antisocial man like Toji. Pausing in his trek, the dark-haired man carefully hefts you off of his shoulder and lays you on the ground before, “Y’won’t need these again,” He hums, using his claws to cut your clothes off of you, greedy eyes trailing over every piece of you he uncovered.
Minding your broken wrist, he stripped you down, slicing through your clothes and leaving you almost naked. Toji chose to preserve at least some of your dignity by keeping your bra and underwear intact – though truthfully, that was only so he could tear them off with his teeth later.
Rough hands lingered on the soft skin of your belly, which rose and fell slowly with your breath. Toji pressed down lightly, watching the way your muscles twitched at the pressure. Sliding his fingers up your torso, he felt goosebumps rise across your skin, smirking at your subconscious responses to his touch.
He couldn’t get carried away, though. Not yet. Toji had no idea when you would regain consciousness, and he didn’t want to risk you fighting back while out in the open. Wadding your ripped clothes into a ball, Toji held them in his free hand as the other gripped your knees once he lifted you onto his shoulder once more.
Hiking up a hidden trail, the werebear makes quick strides, eager to get you locked up and ‘settled’ in his home. He tosses your clothes near the fire pit a few feet from the cabin, mentally noting that he’d have to burn them later on.
The heavy oak door creeks when Toji pushes it open, the metal hinges worn with rust and age. The cabin had once belonged to a retired park ranger and was left abandoned after his death. It only became inhabitable once Toji migrated into the park and staked the surrounding area as his territory.
He’d worked hard to renovate the cabin to be a suitable den, though it was clear it hadn’t been built for long-term occupation in mind. Still, it was better than living in an actual cave like an animal, and it was much more comfortable than the cell Toji had been locked in before.
The inside was dark before Toji flipped a nearby switch, the lights inside flickering to life. He carried you to the couch, laying you down with surprising gentleness atop the old leather. You stir briefly but remain unconscious as Toji walks back to the front door and shuts it, cutting you off from the outside world.
A heavy wrought iron deadbolt slides into place as Toji locks the cabin entrance tight. Since the cabin was practically built on the mountainside, this was the only way to get inside – or to leave. The cabin had been built without any windows for insulation, meaning the only source of light inside came from a singular lightbulb hanging from the ceiling unprotected.
It flickered briefly, almost threatening to die out before stabilising once more. The hum of the electricity was the only sound filling the cabin as Toji stared at your sprawled form on his couch. It was almost funny to see someone so gorgeous sleeping atop the ratty, mildew-stained cushions, Toji mused, creeping closer.
Unconscious and vulnerable, there was nothing you could do when the were-bear hovered over you. He rested one hand on the back of the couch, bending to study your face more intently, trying to figure out just what it is exactly about you that he found so captivating.
His other hand gripped the arm above your head. Toji caged you in like he intended to confine you. His intense gaze made you shift in your sleep, brows furrowing in a frown as your mind tried to push itself to wake up. Toji drank in your minute expressions, fascinated and curious about how you’d react to your current situation.
Would you panic? Would you freeze up and cry? You were so feisty before he knocked you out, but you’d been running on adrenaline at that time. Maybe you’d be a fighter – though, with one useless wrist, you weren’t going to put up much of one, Toji huffed.
Still, thought that you might fight back shot a little thrill through him, reigniting the arousal that had been simmering in the pit of his belly ever since he caught you, “Hmmm, wakey wakey, sleepin’ beauty,” Toji murmured, leaned in to press his nose to the smooth column of your neck.
He breathed in deep, the scent of your sweat mixing with the earthy yet sweet musk that seemed to cling to you. Toji felt his gums itch, the urge to bite down and mark you as his, as his claws dig into the already ruined couch. Sighing, he moved back, barely reigning in his desires long enough to remember that he had to take care of your injured wrist.
While he wasn’t kind, Toji didn’t want to make you needlessly suffer pain he couldn’t dish out or control, “Where’d I leave that stupid first aid kit again..?” He muttered under his breath, stalking to the kitchen to rummage around for something to bandage and keep your wrist from moving too much.
As he searched, though, your eyes slowly began to flicker open. It took longer than it should have for you to become aware of your surroundings, your brain pounding too harshly for anything to register. Anything, that is, except the knowledge that something was very, very wrong.
The first thing that you noticed was the burning pain in your throat when you swallowed lightly. A small groan left you before you could hold the sound back, your head lolling to the side as your vision steadily cleared.
The next thing that caught your attention was the smell of wherever you are. Whatever you were lying on top of smelled slightly acidic and mouldy, cutting just barely through this deep, masculine… something that bordered on unpleasant. It reminded you a little of that time you had to do one of your ex’s laundry, the memory making you wince.
Shifting slightly, you flinch when one of your arms throbs, agony dousing through your body and jolting you back to full awareness, “Ah, ouch-!” You hissed in pain, instinctively clutching your bad wrist to your chest, breathing through clenched teeth to try and get through it.
Your exclamation alerts Toji, just as he found the first aid kit he’d been looking for. Grabbing one of the (admittedly rather dusty) bandage rolls, he walks back to find you curling up, as if that’d help. “Well, well, well, look who finally woke back up,” He snickered, grabbing your shoulder and forcing you out of your fetal position.
The moment you laid eyes on him, everything that had happened seemed to slam back into you. Shrieking in panic, you tried to yank yourself away from Toji, nearly dislocating your shoulder in the process, “Fuck off, fuck off, let go of me, you goddamned bastard!”
When he kept holding you in place, you tried to shove at him, the surge of adrenaline briefly numbing your senses to pain, “Ow! FUCK!” Snapping back to reality as pure agony stabbed through your wrists, you recoiled, but Toji grabbed your hands before you could pull them back.
“Easy, there,” He growled while preventing you from cradling your injured arms to your chest, “You try that again, and you’ll only make your injuries worse,” The observation offended you, considering he was the reason you were injured in the first fucking place.
You weren’t just going to sit there and listen to him, though. Thinking quickly, you raised your left leg and tried to kick Toji in the groin, “I told you to let. Go. Of. Me!” You managed to kick him in the stomach twice before he used his free hand to grab your ankle.
Lifting your leg, Toji leaned against you, bearing his weight on your body to pin you in place, “Now that wasn’t very nice of ya – any lower and I might have gotten reeaaaal mad, darlin’.” His weight put pressure on your broken wrists, causing you to flinch and whimper at the pain.
For a few moments longer, you tried to squirm out from under him, but it only succeeded in tiring yourself out. You shook, panting at the effort as a trickle of sweat dripped down your brow.
It was no use, though. Only a few seconds later, you were spent going slack beneath Toji as he stared you down. His expression was one of boredom, as if he’d already determined this was how you would end up, which only served to piss you off further.
Tipping your head back to release an aggrieved ‘UGH’, you wiggled your leg to test his hold on you, “Do you have to grab onto me so tightly?!” You snap when his fingers wouldn’t even budge, wrapped so tight around your ankle they nearly cut off your circulation.
Humming lowly, the werebear shrugged, his lips twitching with amusement, “That depends - are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Toji crooned, dark eyes glinting dangerously as he pinned you to the bed beneath his weight, “Or do I have to get mean and break your legs too?”
You shuddered at how casually he threatened to hurt you further, “I’ll… behave,” You manage through gritted teeth, hating this odd man and yourself as he coos and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. Goosebumps prickled across your skin, but you remained still and let him do as he pleased.
Disgusting. You felt disgusted, but you couldn’t risk any further injuries. Not if you intended on escaping when he let his guard down.
Toji ignored the way you cringed when he rubbed his stubbled cheek against the side of your soft neck, focusing instead on how your scent became subdued under his, “There we go, that’s a good dear – ‘s not so bad now, is it?” He asked, chuckling when he pulled back and saw your furious scowl.
You didn’t bother responding to his provocation, your nose wrinkling in pained distaste as Toji eased the tightness of his grip, “Not like I have a choice,” You sneered, grimacing when Toji rubbed his thumb over your bruised pulse point.
Shushing you lightly, the black-haired man shifted his weight, grabbing both of your legs and tugging you up into his lap sideways, “Awww, don’t act so bitchy, darlin’ – just making sure to get you used to being stuck with lil old me,” He purred against your ear, relishing how you shivered from his warm breath.
So sensitive, Toji observed excitedly, already feeling the heady warmth of desire curling low in the pit of his belly. He couldn’t help but wonder, briefly, if you were going to be as passionate a fighter in bed before he drove you mad with lust with his lips, fingers and tongue.
Your slight flinch when he once again stroked your wrist breaks him out of the fantasy. Shaking away his straying thoughts, Toji raised your arms, “Now, lemme get a look at your wrists. I gotta make sure to tie them up tight so they don’t heal wrong.”
Part of you wanted to argue, but you bit your tongue, allowing him to move you so he could lay your arms over his lap. With quick and practised movements, Toji wrapped the bandages he’d found tightly around both your wrists and up your forearms.
Each touch made you inhale sharply against the pain that rocked through you while he worked. The binding was tight enough to keep you from moving your hands freely, but without cutting off your circulation. It hurt – dear fucking god did it make tears burn in your eyes from how much it hurt – but by the time he finished, there was no doubt your bones would heal right.
“Hmmm, shame I don’t have any splints for additional support, but this’ll do for the foreseeable future,” Toji muttered, tucking the end of the bandage beneath the layers near the crook of your elbow. His touch was surprisingly soft as he double checked the wrappings, ensuring they wouldn’t randomly unravel.
Eyeing Toji’s handiwork, you tried to ignore the odd way your tummy flipped at how gently he handled your injuries, “Would’ve been better to get them checked at a hospital, y’know,” You huffed, your voice thick from the tears that lingered at the edge of your vision.
Toji snorted, a snarky grin exposing his sharp canines in the dim lighting of the cabin, “And give you an opening to get help to escape me? Not a chance, girlie,” He smirked as you scowled at him for figuring out your intent so quickly.
It wouldn’t do if he were too observant. You knew he was smart – the fact that he’d gotten the best of you was proof enough that he’s got brains – so you would need to be a lot more careful about planning your escape.
Maybe you could lower his guard by playing along with what he wanted… but if you gave in too quickly, that could make him more guarded. Plus, you were already injured, and if Toji could render your arms useless with such ease, you didn’t doubt he’d be able to do the same with your legs if need be.
You were ripped out of your thoughts when Toji suddenly shoved his arms under your legs and back, lifting you as he stood up, “H-Hey! Where do you think you’re taking me?” Snapping at him, you tried to push at his chest – but the stiffness of your bandages reminded you not to just in time.
Toji rolled his eyes and brought you over to a pile of old blankets, pillows, fur and fabric scraps in what could have once passed for a bed, “Relax – just bringing you somewhere more comfortable,” He huffed, and it was only now that you noticed that there was way too much skin-to-skin contact between you two.
Instinctively, you rested your arms awkwardly over your front to try and cover yourself, scandalised to notice just how close to naked you were, “I-I don’t want or need your so-called ‘comfort’! And what did you do with my clothes, you perve?!”
Unfortunately, Toji completely disregarded your question as he set you down with surprising gentleness before flopping to lie right beside you, “That’s too damn bad – ‘cause you’re stuck with me whether ya like it or not,” His mouth parted in a yawn, showing off his big, sharp teeth in a casual display.
You flinched, trying to squirm away, only for a muscular arm to wrap around your waist and force you to cuddle into his chest, “Now, you be a good lil cuddle-buddy and stop. Squirming,” Toji growled, and you felt the prick of his claws against your back, forcing you to go still.
Huffing, you weakly hit his chest, regretting it immediately because a fresh wave of pain rushed over you, “Fuck you. You can’t just-“ You grunt and jab your elbows against his chest, ”-use me like some… some… stuffed animal!” Huffing, you push, and writhe, and try to put up a fight.
But alas, no matter how hard you try, your attempts at escaping his lazy, one-armed embrace were pitiably weak. Toji, however, allowed you to struggle, waiting for your body to tire out as he made himself comfortable.
It didn’t take long. The effort you extended only ended up with you out of breath and shaking slightly, completely, at Toji’s mercy. Giving one last weak elbow jab, you exhaled loudly and exaggeratedly, showing how frustrated and powerless you truly were.
“You done with your little tantrum?” Toji hummed as he felt your body go slack against him. You glare at him hatefully, but he pays no mind, yawning again and tightening his grip on you, “Don’t know about you, but chasing you down and then bringin’ ya back here has sapped a lotta my energy.”
That’s your own damn fault! You wanted to yell, but unfortunately, Toji’s chest was pressed against your face so tightly that you were struggling to breathe, let alone speak. You felt him rest his chin atop your head, a deep grumble of satisfaction leaving his throat at your inability to do more than lie there.
Eventually, he eased his grip on you, but didn’t let you go, “Now, why don’t you pipe down, relax, and rest a bit with this big old bear, hmm? I’m not lettin’ you go, and I will tie you up if I have to.” The threat of being completely immobile while Toji cuddled you in his sleep sounded like absolute torture.
For the sake of your sanity, you decided to play along. Plus, a nap didn’t sound too bad right now, as you noticed just how tired you really are. “At least let me turn over so I don’t have to smell your god-awful breath,” You muttered bitterly into his chest.
To your surprise, Toji sighed but used his strength to flip you so your back was against his chest instead. However, to your dismay, you suddenly noticed a very hard, very hot and very obvious bulge nestling in the crack of your (thankfully still clothed) ass.
Fuck – maybe being smothered by his meaty chest would have been a better fate. Despairing over your shortsightedness, you barely reacted when Toji nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck and took a big sniff.
Gross, you thought with a frown but remained perfectly still, unwilling to wriggle when your ass was pressed so firmly against his cock, “Hahh… good. ‘s been a long time since I’ve had someone so pretty an’ soft to nap with,” Toji said, his voice tinged with the familiar edge of sleep.
You lay there with the werebear, the minutes gradually ticking by while he petted you softly and snuggled up as close as physically possible. The warmth of his body and the security of his embrace felt surprisingly comfortable, and you could feel yourself beginning to nod off slowly.
You only put up a token struggle against the creeping darkness of sleep before giving in with a sigh. Toji hummed, his lips curving into a lazy grin when he felt you relaxing into his grip.
Parting his mouth, he pressed a small kiss to the nape of your neck, followed by a firm stroke of his tongue on the spot where he’d eventually bury his teeth. Not yet, he told himself, pulling back and closing his eyes, drifting off to join you in the lands of slumber.
Hey Yall! Just wanted to hop on here and give a quick update: I mentioned back in October that I was thinking of opening up commissions once more in December, but unfortunately I'm gonna have to put thay on pause for the forseeable future
Cw: irl medical stuff under the cut
For the past few months I've been dealing with some health issues that are currently taking up the majority of my attention and energy aside from my irl job and the little bit of writing I've been able to do in my downtime.
It doesn't seem to be anything super serious or life threatening (so far just a cough that's been a persistent presence since last year, heavy anemia and some other vitamine deficiencies that I really need to get under control), but it's triggered a huge amount of anxiety in me and honestly has been heavy on my mind. I'm lucky that I have friends and family who check in on me and help me talk through what's going on (as well as live in a country with good and affordable healthcare), but all of this is still really draining 😔
I am still writing here and there, but it is slow going and updates to current works will likely be slow. I'm currently working on the next chapter for werebear Toji and so far it's been going well, so I'm hoping to have it done within the next few weeks 😘
As such I'm going to extend the next commission opening deadline for March next year - hopefully by that time my health will have improved and I'll have the energy to post more regularly and do some work for yall as well.
Thanks for sticking around, for your patience and understanding!
