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[oncam]

cw : dad-daughter incest, degradation, pussy slapping, squirting.

based on this request <3

Mean dad Sukuna would definitely be the type to punish you for things that are actually his fault.

Remember that time he'd locked you up in your crate all day, only to come home pissed off that you'd soiled yourself? As if he wasn't the one who told his naive daughter that he'd be back shortly, making sure to leave a conveniently placed bowl of water inside the cage for you.

Because truth be told, he loves to demonstrate his authority over you. He loves to see how you'll still submit to him despite the injustice of only giving you commands that would be impossible to follow. He gets off on the fact that you're aware of how outrageous his requests are, always giving him a quick look of disbelief and concern.

And each time you still try to appease him.

You try to do what he says because no matter how he treats you, he's still your beloved father. You'd never want to disappoint him.

That's why when he has you naked and spread open on his lap, two fingers plunging deep into your sopping cunt, you're visibly shaking from the effort it's taking to fend off your orgasm.

His thick fingers always manage to reach so deep inside you, stretching your pussy out more than should be possible for just two measly digits. But your dad is a big man, so no part of him has ever been easy to take.

You can feel his hardness pressed up against your ass as you squirm in his hold, a clear indication of just how much he's enjoying this. Enjoying the way you're nearly hyperventilating, your breathing coming in ragged as you attempt to hold on to your last ounce of control. Your eyes are all screwed shut and your mouth is parted, a slew of slurred curses spilling from your lips with a small amount of drool.

"D-dad," you whine, earning a hum of acknowledgement from the man playing with you. "I can't. I-I'm gonna— I can't—"

"Hold it." Sukuna snaps, yanking his hand out from your drippy cunt to land a harsh slap right on your mound. "Don't make this worse for yourself."

"Fuck!" You gasp as a stinging pain prickles across the sensitive skin where your dad just hit you before you're being filled up again.

With three fingers stuffed forcefully inside you, Sukuna thrusts them in and out with a pace so cruelly calculated that it's no surprise when your slick walls begin to pulse around him.

"You better not fuckin' cum right now," his tone is stern and serious, even though he knows you're going to—of course he does. Because he wants you to.

He wants you to scream out for your daddy as you crumple in on yourself, a clear watery release splashing onto his pants and wrist when you squirt on him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You're nearly sobbing, your body completely overwhelmed with a swirl of emotions ranging from pure lust and arousal to an intense anxiety.

"You just always have to make a god damn mess, don't you?" Sukuna slips his hand out of you, twisting it to get a good look at how it's glistening. His skin is coated in your cum, all wet and stringy when he spreads his fingers apart. "Do you enjoy being a disappointment?"

His words hit hard, tears immediately forming in your waterline and slipping down your cheeks. "N-no, I didn't mean—I'm so sorry, Da-aah!"

Your body jolts when his hand collides with your cunt for a second time.

And then a third.

A fourth.

After a while you lose count.

Sukuna is unrelenting as he spanks your pussy over and over. Each slap feels harder than the last—though that could just be a result of your skin becoming so sensitive that it feels raw.

"Stop! Please, Dad, it hurts! It h-ngh," you've been begging him to stop but he doesn't listen. He doesn't care that your voice is cracking and you're crying harder now.

Especially since the sound of his rough palm landing on your sore pussy is just so wet. Different from the regular sound of skin smacking against skin, it's obvious how much more slick your pussy has become since the start of his abuse. And you think he can't hear those quiet moans that slip out between your pathetic pleas?

Sukuna knows his little girl. And he knows that as long as he's landing each smack atop your puffy clit, you'll make another mess for him.

You'd be ashamed of it if it didn't feel so fucking good. But the ringing in your ears and the rush that flows through your body when you cum for your dad again dissolve any feelings of embarrassment or shame—for the time being.

You're allowed a brief moment to linger in your pleasure, a welcome post-climax haze settling over you.

"Disgusting brat," Sukuna clicks his tongue at you. "What did I teach you about cleaning up after yourself?"

That comment alone shatters your dreamy state.

And suddenly your body feels too sweaty, your thighs feel too slippery, and it's impossible to not notice the damp, sticky mess that you're sitting on top of—the one that he you caused.

[pervile]

CW - FATHER-DAUGHTER INCEST. NON CON. ANAL/PAINAL. PISS. SLAPPING.

your father seldom comes home drunk, let alone absolutely plastered. for the most part, he's had his drinking under control, due to your incessant demands of keeping his health in check. but every once in a while, he has to let loose, put some of his emotions to bay.

nanami stumbled inside, shoulder dragging along the wall as he urged himself to find you, weakly calling your name out until he got a response. you sat perched on the couch, one of those boring documentaries you like droning in the background of his thoughts. you notice that look behind his glassy eyes as he throws himself on the couch next to you.

immediately, he begins clumsily touching you, warm hands roaming all over your legs, smoothing over the little shorts you like to wear around the house. normally, you are nothing less than his sweet daughter—but like this, you are nothing more than a warm body for him to touch.

"dad, stop," you whine, attempting to rival his strength and pull his hands away from you, "you're drunk, and i have to pee. quit it." all the while, you smile gently as if you're trying to softly parent him, like an owner to a puppy. turning him down nicely, curtiously.

nanami doesn't like that. not one bit. your father is sure it's the alcohol in his system that makes him see red so quickly. his reflexes react quicker than his brain does as he smacks you on the cheek, anger sobering him up and giving him his strength back. zero to one-hundred in a matter of literal seconds, adrenaline working him up as he watches you hold the side of your face, cradling your wound.

"what the fuck, dad?" you whimper, voice cracking from the tears that start to well up in your eyes. nanami breathes deeply next to you, like a wild animal that's just found it's prey. you cannot even look over at your father and meet his eyes, so you can't see as he moves closer in silence.

the same cheek that was slapped now meets the rough fabric of the sofa, your head being pushed and held against the cushions. immediately, you're fighting him, arms flailing every which way trying to survive. it becomes overbearingly obvious that you are no match for your father, the sheer weight of him pinning you down. prey, trapped.

"dad, dad stop, you're hurting me!" you cry, twisting and turning your body against the couch, "get the fuck off me!" you are only able to hope that your wails get through your father's thick skull and makes him knock off whatever this is.

"watch your fucking mouth, young lady," he scolds in return, fingers splaying in between your shoulder blades and holding you to the sofa. to your utter demise, you feel his other hand shove itself beneath the band of your shorts, pulling the fabric down just under your ass.

you are sobbing, a hopeless wreck underneath your father. your hot tears match the temperature of the cavern of nanami's mouth, two of his own fingers stuck inside to slick up with saliva. the sounds of your crying turn quieter, your own voice lost somewhere in the back of your throat. you go mute when you feel two wet fingers prodding at your asshole.

so much resistance, even here. truly fighting your father with every fiber of your being. a burning pain begins to sear your flesh as nanami pushes the two digits in at the same time, no care for how you feel or how you're handling it. nothing like how he usually is with you.

usually, your father is kind to you. makes sure you're comfortable and taken care of, getting you off before there's even a thought about himself. a man truly, wholly devoted to his daughter—you're all he has, after all. he is soft and gentle, fatherly and stern. but never mean.

never has your father acted this way towards you.

you try and use the thoughts of the good, the care-taking and the kind to distract yourself from the pain of here and now. floating in between two worlds, choosing to stay in the side of your mind. it's easier like this, as he lines himself up between his fingers, quickly switching the appendages in your hole out.

all your father can think of is how tight your ass is. you feel fucking amazing, even though the friction is a bit uncomfortable. he doesn't realize that you've given up, your body laying completely still against the couch, other than your shoulders shaking as you cry. not even begging him to stop anymore, just letting it happen.

a drop of spit falls on your rim in hopes of making this all a bit more comfortable for himself as he sinks in. your hole sucks him in, he thinks, like you're asking him to go deeper—he obliges by dropping his hips all the way into yours. your father's broad chest lays over your back, pinning you down once again, and he starts to thrust.

due to how intoxicated he is, his cock barely slips out of your ass, but nanami thinks he's driving you into the couch. each movement of his hips is deep, burning your insides, and the added pressure on top of you makes your bladder scream out for mercy.

but you do not scream. it would annoy your father even more, so you try and hold everything inside and just comply with him.

nanami gets lost in the feeling of your ass wrapped around his cock, clenching out of pain and fear and all that—he doesn't really care right now. you are just so tight, and so warm, everything is just so, so warm to him right now—and so wet. but he did not put that liquid there, did not grace you with that much slobber. he notices you're shuddering out a few i'm-so-sorry's, and it clicks into place what you just did.

"did you just fucking piss on me?" your father asks, his tone reading disgust, but his hips don't stop moving. he thinks it shameful that his twenty-something daughter, his adult fucking daughter, just lost control of her bladder.

"i'm s-sorry, dad," you quietly sniffle, voice void of anything other than pure distraught.

you turn your face into the cushions, praying that you can suffocate yourself into unconciousness this way. only hoping the world around you will go dark and you can forget everything that's happened tonight. if the universe had mercy on you, it would work.

[belimah]

art by nikki

[lovingraven]

Love ur works ❤️❤️we need more dark blogs ngl, lel ✌️

awwww thank you 💗 yess omg im so glad you like my work 🥹

[pervile]

husband!doctor!nanami who jacks off to your mri/x-rays. definitely wants to open you up and see your organs, in a sweet way, he would be the first to volunteer to massage your heart if it ever stops beating.

[lovingraven]

KILL YOURSELF YOU DISGUSTING CUNT

wrote something just for you “christ of child” 🥰

daddy nanami has always loved you more than mommy, and you always thought it was a good thing. well you’re in sixth grade and you still think it is. you know daddy loves you more than anyone in this world. why else would he come in the middle of a school night and play with you?

he claims its a sign of affection everytime he touches your wet cunny or when he makes you feel all tingly when his fingers slide inside of you one by one. you just love the way it hurts. you always try to be on your best behavior because you love when daddy nanami calls you his good girl. but sometimes it hurts too bad so you beg him to stop but instead daddy shoves his fat cock inside you. like a punishment for not behaving :(

all you can do is scream and cry as he pounds into your small tight pussy. daddy always rips your favorite princess panties but he ends up buying you new ones and stuffed animals after. he loves buying you those especially because he says you’re like his stuffed animal with the way he stuffs you full of all his seed. everytime daddy nanami finishes with you he leaves you all slick and sticky with his cum dripping down onto your princess panties.

daddy nanami cant have that though, so he shoves two of his thick fingers in you and tries to stuff his seed back inside. he does all these things while reminding you that you’re his favorite girl and his good little princess.

you cant have mommy take your place so even if you sob and scream while scratching at the headboard for daddy to stop you still cant help but just get slicker for daddy. oh and how he loves to pull on your pigtails to see your fucked out face full of drool, sweat and tears. then he spits on your face and in your mouth demanding that you swallow everything he gives you. daddy says its practice for what comes at the end so you do it anyway. you cant let your daddy down!

once he reaches his end he pulls out of you so roughly and turns you around by you’re pigtails. he forces your mouth to align with his angry cock and tells you to open wide for him. so of course you do. of course you open your mouth and take all of daddy nanami’s cum into your mouth. of course you swallow all his release like he told you to do for him. all so you could hear him call you the best daughter in the world. you always want to be his best most loved girl.

you will do anything for your daddy and let him do anything to you, after all he does it anyway.

hope you enjoyed love 😘

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[pervile]

CW - PISS. DEGRADATION. SEXISM + MISOGYNY.

sukuna likes to degrade you in more ways than just sex.

having him on top of you during sex simply isn't enough. the mean words and name calling don't do it anymore, you were unaware of the monster you'd created when you let him take it further. if you give an inch, sukuna is the kind of man to take a mile.

he forced you onto your knees what feels like hours ago, the cold floor etches into your skin and it hurts. interrupted you in the middle of your cleaning to make you throat his cocks. air is sparse in your lungs, your open mouth is forced around both of sukuna's cocks, your nose meanly plugged by his fingers. he doesn't want you to breathe, so you won't.

you cry and sputter and gag around him, begging for a breath, for a moment of mercy. how stupid you must be to think sukuna is able to grant mercy on anyone, especially the woman who gets on her knees to clean for him. the woman who submits to him in every form, has the ring around her finger to prove it, too. he barely respects you, let alone is nice to you.

when sukuna gives you a moment to pull away, you retract so quickly, throw your head back so hard it almost bashes against the side of the porcelain tub. the way you look up at sukuna is so pathetic. big, pleading eyes, bloodshot and so, so wet with tears. you are not asking to be embarrassed more, nor degraded, or anything of the sort. you know that inside your head, you just want it to end, have him leave you alone so you can go back to whatever time-consuming task you were doing beforehand.

sukuna does not see that, not like he cares, anyway. try as you might to crawl away from him, and he's dragging you by the roots, brusing you to the bone with the porcelain of the tub as he pushes you over the side. he thinks he is being nice, so you won't have to clean up this mess straight from the floor. sukuna could make this a lot worse if he wanted to.

you whine and try to pull his hand away from you, struggling against the unhuman strength the man above you exudes. four arms, two faces, two cocks—he is a huge, overbearing piece of man. sukuna makes that known every time he interacts with you. he is above you in every way, looking down into your watery, petrified eyes, and you just look so terrified of what's next. truly, a sight to behold—sukuna wishes he could have a portrait painted of your face in this moment, one that encapsulates every etch and wrinkle, because this is his favorite look to recieve.

it is hard to read sukuna like this. you sit there, unmoving from how sukuna laid you in the tub, like pathetic roadkill, freshly hit and not shriveled up. he pumps both of his cocks with one hand, keeping the blood rushing to the organs, and he points them at you, in a way. something he has done before when he cums all over your face, covering your features in thick, milky white.

but you know all too well he's not even near finished. with that shitty blowjob, how could you expect him to even come close to the cusp of an orgasm with that? sukuna wants to laugh when your face drops, realization coming over your features before he lets the streams of piss layer atop them.

you are too quick to cower away from it, disgusted as he releases all over you. it's coming from both cocks, you notice, making twice the mess of what would've been. one of sukuna's lower arms comes to your face, shoving two fingers into your mouth and hooking them down harshly, opening your mouth and bringing you closer.

his fingers on your tongue hurt, not allowing the muscle to move and push out whatever piss trickles down into your mouth. the warm liquid covers all of you, seeps into your hair and your clothes, darkening the fabric wherever it lands. there is so much even a good amount of excess spills into the drain, long forgotten along with your dignity, as if you had any more left this far into your marriage.

the minute it takes sukuna to empty his bladder feels closer to an hour. you go back to sputtering and gagging and gargling, a retched noise that sukuna hates from you. not because he feels bad, but more so because it is the equvalent of nails on a chalkboard to any normal human.

as soon as his fingers leave your mouth, you spit as much piss out of your mouth as you can, the disgusting taste already burned into your tastebuds. sukuna looks displeased, you can feel it, imagine the frown he carries like armor as he glares down at you.

you feel degraded to the lowest form like this, human filth, contorted that way by the hands of your husband. what a mean, mean man.

a/n: inspired by this ask, thank you

[shrimpwife]

Far From Darkness (18+ only mdni)

for this request pairing - big brother!choso x little sister!reader warnings - incest. captivity. noncon. somnophilia. yandere behavior. use of nii-chan word count - 5.8k synopsis - your parents encourage you to spend time with your brother before adult life takes your last summer away. lucky for you, choso found the perfect spot to spend a weekend far from civilization.

Choso’s hard stare is the first thing you’re greeted with as you enter the front door of your family home. You can’t help but feel guilty after seeing his expression, but he was such an overwhelmingly emotional man at times that you had to get away every now and then.

There was never a time you could have friends, let alone a boyfriend, with your big brother hovering and disapproving of them. Your parents would rather enable his behavior than actually set boundaries so making plans behind his back is the only way you can feel like a normal young woman.

You feel more and more self-conscious as your older brother’s eyes rake up and down your form. Suddenly it feels as if your dress is too short, your makeup is too heavy, your lips are too swollen from the kiss you just shared in your new boyfriend’s car. The fact that your date ran far longer than you intended only worsened the anxiety. 

Choso was supposed to be teaching some kid how to play guitar and yet here he is, waiting for you to walk through the door.

Your brother has a way of making you feel like either the princess of the family or the town whore depending on his mood. Your mother always brushes it off as him doing his job of being a good older brother, but the pit in your stomach as those dark irises lock onto the hemline of your skirts said otherwise.

Just as quickly you brush it off too. There is nothing nefarious about him, he just has too much love, too much concern, to bottle up without it exploding onto the people he cares about.

Choso meets you by the door, his bulky figure dwarfing your own as he leans down and embraces you. It was an awkward fit, the laced up boots he wore added additional height to his frame and the multiple stacks of silver jewelry on his arms and neck always seemed to get tangled in your hair or clothing.

Still, your arms wrap around him, savoring what your friends call a miracle. All of their siblings had long since abandoned the idea of hugging each other, or even being pleasant to each other, for that matter. You were lucky, they insisted, that Choso was still happy to be your sweet brother.

“Did you have fun with that boy?” He asks, arms hesitant to let go so around your shoulders they remained.

“Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, that boy,” a smile grew on your face as you recalled the events prior to him dropping you off at home, “asked me to be his girlfriend.”

Choso’s hands tighten into fists and he is grateful they are behind your back so you can’t see the way they stress or how his eyes widen at your confession.

You pull back to look at him, worried at how he suddenly went quiet. “You’ll like him, I promise. He’s actually a lot like you. He’s pretty quiet and I think you might like the same music. He played some band in the car that I’m sure you’ve listened to before.”

He simply nods, taking in more information than he wished to hear tonight. “I’m going to bed, it’s really late. I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

You attempt to say goodnight to your brother but it seems as if he doesn’t hear. Not letting his mood ruin your night you bound over to where your mother is sitting cozy on the couch and you gush about your date.

She nods and smiles as you tell her how sweet your date was. She even reminisces a story or two of her and your father’s time dating after high school. “I know you’re probably excited to see him again, but you really should take Choso up on that offer to go camping. Both of you will be out of college soon and what if this is your last chance to do something together as siblings? I sure wish I had taken a vacation with my sisters before we all got married.”

When your mother brings up Choso’s idea to go camping you roll your eyes. The last thing you wanted to do was be stuck in a stuffy tent in a sleeping bag and eat burnt hotdogs over a fire for dinner.

But she is right, and the look of hurt on his face all week has been nagging at you. Choso always had a hard time when you made new friends or if a boy was interested in you. You spent nearly all of your teen years without male interactions because your scary big brother, with his piercings and all black outfits, it tended to scare off any potential dates.

You tell your mother that you agree. One final sibling outing before the chaos of graduations and adult life tears you away from the freedom of youth.

After saying goodnight to your parents you knock on your big brother’s door, hoping he is still awake. You didn’t know that he was listening the whole time, the door wedged open just enough to let your conversation sound clearly into his room.

When he opens the door you’re relieved. “I just wanted to let you know that I’d like to go camping with you. I’m free tomorrow, maybe next week too if you need time-”

“Tomorrow. We’ll head out in the morning.” He’s quick to answer. You assume he’s just tired or brooding, not realizing the plans running through his mind are making it difficult for him to even speak to you right now.

“Okay! It’s gonna be fun right? Like when dad took us fishing at the lake a few years ago.” You want to show how excited you are but it’s not necessary, Choso already has everything planned out for you.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun. Pack your stuff in the morning and I’ll make you breakfast. We’ll be there for a few days so don’t forget anything important.”

You nod and wish him goodnight, actually feeling eager for a break from the city and your parents. You make sure to text your boyfriend that you won’t be available for the next few days, not wanting him to worry about any calls you might miss.

I can’t wait to see you again when I get back :)

If you miss me too much I might just have to find your little campsite and bring you back to civilization

I swear if I see a snake out there you better come rescue me. That better be a promise

What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t

Sleep takes over quickly after you text him goodnight, but it doesn’t for your brother across the hallway. In his room he’s going over the same list a thousand times making sure everything is perfectly in place for the camping trip.

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Choso was kind enough to make your breakfast as he promised and even packed a lunch for you both to share when you arrived at the camping spot. You stare out the passenger window, not recognizing the area you were in as he continued driving deeper into a wooded area.

“It’s a better spot than the one dad used to take us to.” He promises. “You’re gonna like it. I swear.”

You expect a fire pit and flat dirt to set up a tent but that’s not what you find in front of you. Your eyes widen as a small cabin comes into view at the end of the long trail. Choso turns the car off and looks over at you, relieved at the excitement on your face.

“Is this where we’re staying?” You ask with a chirp to your voice. Suddenly far more interested in this trip than you were before.

“Yeah, it’s actually my place. I bought it with the inheritance money from grandma Kamo.” Choso looks at you and gauges your reaction. “If you like it, we can come out here anytime.”

“This is incredible. There’s a stream over there!” You notice, taking in the surroundings with awe. The summer call of cicadas in the tall trees surround you as you exit the vehicle. You’re overly happy to finally stretch your legs after being on the road for two hours. “Have mom and dad been out here yet?”

“No. That’s one reason I wanted to bring you here first.” Choso wasn’t good at lying to you so he keeps his face turned where you can’t see his brows or hands fidget while telling you more about the land. “I’ve spent a lot of time out here to make it feel like home. For our family.”

“You’re so thoughtful, Choso.” You flash him a smile before walking up the wooden steps of the porch. You can already picture a planter of daisies next to a rocking chair sitting on the veranda, mom will love that. A chocolate labrador retriever would fit nicely here too, you imagine. “Can I go in?”

“Go on ahead, I’ll bring the bags inside.”

You pop open the heavy wooden door and take everything in. The center of the room has a couch and what looks like a retro television, antenna and all, there is even a blanket you recognize from back home stretched out across the couch cushions. There is a kitchen towards the back with a stove and a refrigerator, everything seems warm, cozy even.

At least the place has electricity, you think as you flip on a light switch, maybe there’s a generator. You notice there are only a few windows and each are held in by wrought iron lattice panels, the only thing it makes you fear is the possibility of bears in the area. Worried about keeping things out rather than in.

There is one bedroom and one bathroom across the hall from it. You feel a little disappointed at the idea of sleeping on the couch but you remind yourself it’s better than a sleeping bag like you had imagined you would be stuck with.

Choso hauls multiple bags inside and the volume shocks you.

“I only packed one overnight bag, where did these all come from?” You ask. Choso packed the car while you ate breakfast this morning, meaning you had no idea just how much he hauled for a weekend trip.

“It’s still storm season. I don’t want to be stuck out here without backup in case a tornado or an earthquake hits.” Choso said this so confidently, almost rehearsed, that you didn’t even question it. You nodded like the good little sister he knows you to be and smiled.

“You’d know more about that stuff than I would, I guess.” You relinquish as Choso carries the bags towards the bedroom.

Your eyes widen as your hands go to your shorts, patting for your phone and not feeling it. You check the path you walked through the cabin, making sure it didn’t fall out of your pocket as you snooped through your temporary residence.

Nothing.

“Choso,” you call out, “have you seen my phone? I wanted to call mom and let her know we got here.”

He sticks his head out of the bedroom and responds, “no but I already texted her when we got here. Service is spotty in the forest so calling isn’t the best option anyway.” He continued, not liking how silent you got as you fretted over the lost phone. “It’s either in the car or in the cabin, we’ll find it.”

The problem was, hours went by and you still didn’t have your phone.

You eat lunch outside by the stream, gleefully spotting a mama and her ducklings waddling through the brook. And now as you’re seated at the small table while finishing up dinner you still can’t find it.

“Choso, where should I sleep tonight? I can take the couch, it’s no problem, but I’m not feeling very well. I just wanna lay down.” You confess, truly not feeling well. “It’s probably the fresh air, I’m too used to the city pollution.” You attempt to keep the conversation lighthearted, not wanting to upset your dear brother who went through so much effort to make this cabin comfortable for you.

“Don’t be silly, you’re sleeping in the bedroom tonight. I’ll wash up and sleep later. ” Choso clears the plates and takes them over to the sink to wash. “Oh, and I left your book on the bed in case you want to read a little. You forgot to pack it but I snagged it before we left.”

You wonder how he knew that, but the way your head was swimming didn’t give you much energy to question it.

The soft rattle of a shower being turned on hummed in the background as you crawled into bed. Walking along the creek with your brother must have taken more out of you than you realized because you hardly flipped through two pages of your novel before you were passed out.

You don’t wake up again until cold hands stir you from your deep rest, but it’s the warm tongue between your legs that makes you finally push past the haze of sleep and wake up. You feel strong arms push you lower to the mattress, pinning your thighs down as a mouth sucks almost painfully at your clit.

Blinking your eyes until they adjust to the moonlight streaming in the small bedroom, you are hit with a wave of repulsion as you see, and worst of all feel, your older brother suctioning his mouth to your core. Your shorts and underwear are nowhere to be found and the shirt you wore to bed is currently pushed up to expose your whole chest.

“Stop touching me!” You struggle underneath his hands, unsuccessfully wiggling your hips away from his greedy mouth.

“Stop fighting me.” He returns your demand with his own.

You feel your body pulsing as he resumes his task, lips to your cunt, sucking, licking, and swirling his tongue across every part of your pussy. Given how wet and sticky you felt, you can only assume he’s been doing this for a while before you woke up.

One hand remains wrapped around your thigh, holding you tight to his mouth, while the other snakes upwards and gropes your breast.

This is a form of torture you can’t withstand, being prodded and toyed with until your body shakes with tension. Every shift of your hips to break contact only results in pushing his tongue deeper inside of you or causing his nose to brush against the swollen bud between your folds.

“Please, Choso, stop!” Your hands reach down to push him away but you’re met with resistance as his broad shoulders tense against your laughable effort. “Nii-chan, please.”

He lifts his head at that, pressing a gut-twistingly sweet kiss to your clit before licking your slick off his lips. “Promise you’ll stay here with your nii-chan. We don’t have to go back home, I can take care of everything for you.”

“Stop. Don’t say stuff like that, Choso.” You cry, utterly trapped as he inches his way above you and flips the bedside lamp on. “You’re scaring me.”

With the room illuminated you now are met with a sight you never wanted to witness. Your brother’s thick flushed cock hovers just above your mound, legs still spread as he wedges his own hips in between yours.

The tip is flushed a deep shade of pink and your eyes widen as a drop of precum slowly drips down from the tip directly onto your slit in a thick translucent line.

“Don’t do this. Please, nii-chan. I won’t tell anyon-”

“We don’t need anyone else, my sweet baby sister is all I want.” His cock twitches as your lip quivers in a pout, fear and anxiety making your eyes so beautifully round and sad he can’t help but feel his patience wearing thin. “I will be everything for you. Your boyfriend, your brother, I can even be dad when you miss him. Just us, that’s all we need.”

All it takes is for you to shift once more, desperate to get out from under him, for Choso to lower one hand to guide and sink himself inside of you. You both cry out at the same time, you from the pain of the sudden intrusion and him from the relief of finally being nestled deep against your womb.

“I wanted this to be better, I really did.” He pants as he hovers over you, his muscular chest blocking you from getting away as his hips thrust slow and deep. “It will be better next time. I promise. But nii-chan needs to be selfish right now, just like you were when you went on that date last night.”

Choso’s hips move a little fast, driving home a little sharper as he thinks about the way you so willingly let another man into your life. His thrusts grow harder with each passing thought. How could you be so careless after all those years he spent chasing away every boy that dared to look twice at you.

It’s not until your fingers, the ones he fondly remembers painting for you when you were just a kid and still messy with your nail polish, scratch against his chest like a pitiful little kitten in a cage.

“Choso, you’re hurting me. Slow down.” You beg, unsure if your words will even cut through his lust induced haze.

He looks down and you notice water rimming his eyes as he stared into yours. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He states, over and over, but it doesn’t stop his body from chasing after your own. He’s not sorry enough to stop himself from taking everything he wants from you.

His cock drives into you at a slower pace now that his mind isn’t clouded with jealous thoughts and vivid scenes of you with your new boyfriend. He’s confident that the visit he paid the young man after you went to sleep was enough to scare him away from you for good, and that’s enough to keep you out of the other room he has prepared, for now.

You feel him press his chapped lips against your own, chaste at first until he grows greedier for more attention until his tongue is practically prying your mouth open so he can have a taste. It doesn’t matter that you don’t reciprocate, your lips are tugged by his teeth and your tongue is sucked on while his hand holds your jaw in place anyway. Your lack of participation is an afterthought.

Choso shifts above you, elbows bent on each side of your head making him unbearably close. “Touch yourself. It will feel better if you do.”

When you refuse to move, Choso changes his pace and makes you whimper from the burning friction you feel as his length pounds you into the mattress. “Be a sweet girl for me. Don’t make me angry, please.”

You are willing to do anything to stop the feeling of ripping in half. Your hand moves down to where your bodies meet, eyes screwed shut as you press your clit with halfhearted strokes. And he was right, of course he was, you curse the thought. Your body begins flooding itself with lubrication, slick building up until his cock feels almost welcomed rather than intrusive in its movements.

You try to keep your eyes shut, or at least pointed to the corner of the room, but your brother surrounds you so completely you catch yourself staring at him over and over. You chalked it up to your mind helping you get through this without completely breaking, but you can’t help but be sickened by your own thoughts.

For a moment you notice Choso’s eyes are beautiful in their intensity, his face a mixture of soft boyish features and chiseled angles hidden under a slew of silver piercings. You could almost disassociate the body from the person, if only he wasn’t panting your name in that familiar voice.

“Fuck, baby sister, are you gonna come?” He presses his forehead against yours, stealing quick kisses as he moans with every other sharp jolt of his hips. Your cunt tightens around his cock, you can’t tell if you’re on the brink of an orgasm or the brink of death. “"Be good for me, baby, I’m gonna take such good care of you, forever.”

Something wet hits your cheek, maybe your tears, maybe his. You can’t focus on that when your walls are pulsing and your legs are twitching as your brother fucks into you at a dizzying pace.

“Such a good girl.” Choso groans as you become slicker, right on the edge of release. “God, I’m gonna fill you up. So good, so good for me. My perfect little sister.”

You cum and it feels more like an explosion. Your stomach knots up, from revulsion and the tension of your abdomen as your clit throbs itself into an orgasm. 

Choso shudders as he comes inside of you, his sticky stream coats your abused walls. He continues to pump his softening cock, each thrust causing his cum to slip out until you’re covered in a mess of your combined release.

He lays on top of you, soaking in the feeling of your skin against his, your calmness after being throttled for the better half of an hour by his cock. He can feel that his member is still half hard but he lets you rest, he has all the time he needs to explore you, and eventually you’ll want to explore him as well, he hopes.

You can’t stand being here anymore, willing to do anything to get out from under him, literally and figuratively. You’re ready to run through the forest with nothing but a tank top on if it means getting out of this pine enclosure.

“Choso, I need to use the bathroom.” You beg, softening your eyes so he might just believe you. “I’ll come right back, I just need to pee.”

He takes a moment to think about it and lets you go, his possessive arm retreating from its hold on your waist. “I trust you to come back, don’t make me regret it.”

The cabin and its exterior are so quiet you can hear the echo of your bare feet patting against the hard wood flooring. You make a show of going to the bathroom, opening and closing the door loudly so your moves can be timed. Sitting on the toilet you have just enough mental strength to wash yourself up and remove the cum still inside of you before making your exit.

Your moves are not planned, you can’t afford any more time to think about it. You move on instinctual action alone, opening the bathroom door as quietly as possible and running towards the front door.

There’s a deadbolt, how had you not noticed it before, you wonder. No time to think or question your mistakes now, Choso is already standing in the hallway, watching you claw at the door with desperation.

“Why can’t you just listen to me.” He says so calmly and even, it’s like he expected nothing less from you. But disappointment is still prominent in his voice. “It’s okay, you’ll learn that your nii-chan always knows what’s best for you.”

He grabs your wrist, firm but not squeezing, like he still is afraid of hurting you. The idea of him still caring about that nearly makes you guffaw, how can he think his hand will hurt you any worse than his body has?

Too caught up in your own head, you miss when he pulls a key from his pocket, tugging your struggling form towards the other side of the cabin. There is another wooden door, one you completely overlooked previously. No… You hadn’t overlooked it, a bookshelf was blocking it, and said bookshelf is now skewed sideways like he was preparing for this before you even woke up.

The door pops up and it’s pitch black inside. A switch to the right of the entrance fills the cellar with light and suddenly you’re struggling harder than you could have imagined. Your brother has too solid of a grip on you for an escape to work. Pleading is all you have left.

“Choso, please don’t put me in here. Please, nii-chan. I’ll be good. I promise.”

You’re escorted down the stairs; he has already made up his mind.

It’s minimal, nothing at all like the warm and inviting bedroom you fell asleep in. This is your punishment. Four cement walls and a twin sized bed in the corner. The metal bed frame groaned under your weight as you were marched forward until you sat down on it.

“I know you hate me right now, but I’d rather have you hate me than leave me.” Choso says, guiding your wrists into the cuffs already prepped on the metal frame. His own wrists were covered in gouges and scrapes from your nails as you desperately tried to keep your hands free.

“You can’t keep me here. Mom and dad are gonna ask where I am. How do you think this is going to work?” You grill him, trying to reason with the human equivalent of a brick wall. 

“You’re gonna call mom and tell her you left town with that shitty boyfriend of yours. I don’t want to hurt mom or dad but I will if I need to.” Choso stares at you with his half-lidded dark eyes, difficult as ever to read their true emotions. “I’d do anything for you.”

“When are mom and dad coming?” You ask quietly, wanting the nightmare to be over. You’re willing to be good, to let him have his fun and when your parents arrive you will get your brother the help he needs. Your legs are the next to be bound to the bed and you let it happen. Struggling is futile and you’re worn down to bone-deep exhaustion.

“What are you talking about?” He looks genuinely confused by your question and that scares you more than his gentle threats.

“You said you got this place for our family.” Your lip quivers as you feel fresh tears threaten to spill again. “When are mommy and daddy coming?”

Choso softens, you haven’t called your parents that since you were a child, you must be truly scared, he thinks. “That’s not what I meant, baby sister. I mean us, our family, the one we’re gonna build together.” He holds you awkwardly, kneeling at your bedside as you cry a full on sob that nearly chokes you. “I love you so much.”

He has tears in his eyes too, as if it’s painful for him to put you in this situation. Your brother brushes your hair off your forehead and kisses it. A blanket is pulled over your body and the pillow under your head is adjusted until it sits just right. All the tossing and turning you attempt only makes it more difficult for Choso to tuck you into bed, but he still tries.

“If you’re good for me, I can let you sleep in my room tomorrow. Eventually that will be our room and you won’t have to come back down here, unless you misbehave. Okay, baby?” He says with a reluctant smile, like he doesn’t want to leave you down here, but you have to learn. You have to understand why you must listen to your big brother.

“I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll make anything you want for breakfast, my treat.” Choso retreats up the stairs and out of what you assume is supposed to be a storm cellar but is now your prison cell. “I love you, little sister. Big brother will be right up stairs, no one can hurt you now.”

You scream, you know it’s pointless but you have to, until it feels like your throat will bleed as the lights shut off and pitch darkness swallows you whole.

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"Can I go to a party tonight?"

Sukuna's eyes cut up to yours from across the table. He's shoveling the breakfast you made into his mouth while he stares at you with a blank expression.

You fidget in your seat, uncomfortable by his silence. As far as stepfathers go, Sukuna is pretty relaxed. He tended to mind his own business, and he understood for the most part that you are in college and will do what you wanted. But something he's always been weird about is boys.

You never had a boyfriend, not even a little fling, because the minute you mentioned it to Sukuna the old man would blow a damn fuse. He'd prattle on about how he just knows that they're not good for you, and how you don't need a boyfriend—you have school to focus on.

You gave up a long time ago on asking him how he could be so sure that they weren't a respectable boy to date. He never gave you a real answer, just said, "no such thing as a respectable boy at your age."

You clear your throat, pushing your food around your plate awkwardly. "…Well? Can I?"

Sukuna sighs. "There gonna be boys at this party?"

Rolling your eyes as you set your fork down, you cross your arms in front of you. "Yes, Sukuna. There will be boys, it's a party."

"Watch it," he warns, "it's nine in the morning, don't need you bein' a brat already."

That's another thing Sukuna has always been weird about—when you don't call him "dad." It's not that you think he doesn't deserve the title, he does, especially since the divorce when he finally gave you a way out from under your mom's roof. You just like to call him by his name to get under his skin when he's pissing you off.

"Okay, sorry. But your answer?"

"It's not like you'd listen if I told you no," Sukuna grumbles, scratching at the scruff on his chin. "No staying the night, you come home alone and at a reasonable hour. Got it?"

He'd be lying if he said he was completely on board with the idea, but Sukuna knows that will never be the case. He is never going to be excited about the prospect of you going out and drinking all night, but he also knows that he can't stop you, nor should he try. Besides, the way you smile so wide and spring up from the table to run over and kiss him on the cheek as a 'thank you' makes the whole situation a little easier to stomach.

Until you come say goodbye to him later.

Sukuna's sitting up in bed against the headboard, shirt off and glasses on with his latest novel open on his lap.

You peek your head in the doorway, tapping against the wood to get his attention. "My friends are on the way, just wanted to say bye."

You're about to whip back around the corner when Sukuna tosses his book aside. "Come back here."

You know where this is going.

Slowly, you step through the doorway and into the soft light cast by the bedside lamp. His lips tug into a frown as his eyes take their time trailing over your body—or more like the dress you call an outfit.

His gaze is heavy, making you wring your hands together behind your back. You'd never ask him, but you wonder if he thinks you look good.

"Go change."

"No, I don't have anything else to wear," you lie.

Sukuna tries to look stern, because truthfully he does hate the dress. Or rather, he hates that he's not the only one who will get to see you in it.

But he can't deny that you do look good. Especially with the way it hugs your hips and is too small to safely wear without shorts but he knows you don't have any on. In fact, if you were to bend over in front of him he's sure that he'd be able to— "What happened to all those clothes you buy with my card?"

You're giggling at him while you shrug, "not sure what you're talking about."

"Whatever," Sukuna's given up already on fighting you just like he usually does, though this time a little more quickly. "Give me a hug before you go."

His voice is low and rough, and something about it makes you feel nervous tonight. Maybe it's the way you notice his eyes returning to your figure, watching the way your thighs move as you cross the room. Or maybe it's the way his chest looks bigger in the dim lighting, dark tattoos and hair sprawled across it.

You crawl onto your knees on the bed, shuffling towards Sukuna until you're able to wrap your arms around his neck and fall into him with your head curled under his chin.

You always forget how big he is.

Large, calloused hands meet on your lower back. They're firm and steady and feel like they're burning into your skin through the thin fabric of your dress.

You smell like the new perfume Sukuna bought you for your birthday. He was so glad that you liked it, wearing it everyday, like his own mark on you even if no one else knows you're his.

Sukuna's hands caress your back gently for a moment, before something possesses him to slide one lower. Your stomach twists as Sukuna snakes his hand down until the palm is resting on the globe of your ass. And you know that you should move his hand, or ask him what he's doing, or at the very least pull away from him because it's not right.

But instead you nuzzle in closer, your nose brushing against the column of his neck. Emboldened, Sukuna gives your ass a quick squeeze, fingertips digging into the fat before moving to rest on your hip.

"Don't get home too late," Sukuna mutters into your ear, hugging you a little tighter.

Your heart is racing and you can hear the blood pumping in your ears, a thick tension settling over you two. It's not completely unexpected, more something that has been brewing ever since the two of you started living alone. It was like an unspoken agreement formed, allowing yourselves to look at one another differently, no longer under the harsh scrutiny of your mother. But before tonight, things had never progressed beyond looks.

You don't want to go out. You want to stay home with your stepdad and spend the night in his bed, not out at a party with too loud music and overly sweet drinks that spill and leave the ground sticky.

But before you can entertain the thought for long, your phone is buzzing and you know your friends have arrived.

The party isn't nearly as fun as you hoped it would be. You still try to have a good time because you know there's really nothing wrong with it—the music is good, the drinks are free, your friends are with you—still, you just want to be home.

You haven't been able to stop thinking about Sukuna since the moment you reluctantly crawled out of his arms. A couple of guys have even approached you tonight, and while you'd think they would be a welcome distraction, talking to them only makes you painfully aware of how they could never compare to the man who's waiting up for you to come home safely.

The poor man, actually.

Because you've been spending all your time stuck in an endless cycle of pouring a drink, thinking about Sukuna, realizing you shouldn't be thinking about your stepdad the way that you are, finishing your drink to feel better about it, and then getting another. You're so caught up in the sad routine that you don't even realize how late it is.

When you finally check your phone there's multiple missed texts and a call from Sukuna. Shit.

You send him a quick message letting him know you're on the way before calling your uber home. He responds immediately with a thumbs up.

Apprehension pools in your gut as you sit in the backseat. Despite all the drinks you consumed, the realization that you're about to see Sukuna again has sobered you up significantly. You don't know what to expect—if he'll be mad at you, worried, disappointed for not keeping him in the loop. And above all else you wonder if he's going to acknowledge what happened before you left.

Sukuna is of course waiting for you when you step into your home, both hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. "Where were you?"

"At the party," you answer truthfully, but he doesn't seem convinced.

"It's late. I told you to be home at a reasonable hour. Does this seem reasonable to you?"

"No, I just… lost track of time," you pout. It really was an accident.

Sukuna pauses for a moment, the gears turning in his head. He remembers when he was in college, using that same excuse every time he was late because he was actually out hooking up with someone. "Were you with a boy?"

"What? No, I just was distracted, promise," you're panicking slightly, feeling a stronger urge to defend yourself than normal. You don't want him to think you were with anyone, especially not now.

His silence makes your heart beat faster. Sukuna can be so unreadable that even after knowing him for all these years you have a hard time figuring out what's going through his head. If he doesn't want you to know what he's thinking, it's almost a guarantee that you won't.

"I swear," you plead, "I wouldn't do that, I've never…" Your voice gets smaller as you trail off, too embarrassed to finish that sentence.

But Sukuna won't let that slide. "You've never what?"

You hesitate, "like, had sex. I thought you knew that."

Honestly, Sukuna had no idea. He knew that he wanted you to be a virgin, but not that you actually were one. "Nah, I didn't. But good, cause you know I don't think anyone deserves you."

You're staring at your feet, head swirling with a multitude emotions and each one is more confusing than the last. When you look back up at Sukuna again his heart melts at the way your eyes have so much adoration in them, so much hope when you ask, "even you?"

Sukuna sighs, scratching the back of his head as he tries to decide how to reply. Your anxiety grows the longer he stays quiet, wondering if you just fucked up by actually acknowledging what you've been dancing around for ages.

"We can talk about this another time," Sukuna settles on a bullshit excuse to avoid your question all together. Earlier tonight he already crossed a line, an albeit blurry one, but nonetheless, he's trying to be a good parent and do the right thing now—which is rare for him. But his restraint is wearing dangerously thin and it only gets worse when he sees the way your bottom lip quivers.

Are you about to fucking cry?

"Sweetheart, hey," he speaks softer to you now. He didn't expect you to be this upset.

You lean away from him when he tries to rest a hand on your shoulder, ducking under his arm instead to retreat to your room.

"Hey!" he calls after you but you slam the door on him.

Even though you know you don't really have a right to be upset with him, you can't help it. It's not hard to understand where he's coming from, but it doesn't change the fact that things have never been normal between you two. Who could blame you for finally talking about it?

Only now you can't help but feel like an idiot for it.

Sukuna knocks gently on your door, "can I come in?"

"Fuck off," you shout weakly.

You can hear him chuckling on the other side, "Okay, I'm coming in."

You're glaring at Sukuna as he steps into your room and he notices the few tears that are rolling down your cheeks. He sits down on your bed with a small grunt, his hands clasped together as his elbows rest on his knees.

"Look, I'm sorry," he starts and you immediately scoff. "I shouldn't have brushed you off, that's my bad."

"Yeah," is all you give him, followed by a small sniffle.

Sitting back, Sukuna pats his lap, "c'mere." You scoot a little further away from him, shooting him a mean side eye that tells him you haven't forgiven him yet. "Stubborn brat."

Before you can escape, two thick arms wrap around your waist, picking you up like you weigh nothing before dropping you down onto Sukuna's lap. You're straddling his hips, facing him so you can't ignore him anymore. His hands are holding you firmly, forcing you to stay in place and much to your dismay, you can already feel your ire dissipating.

"Don't be like that, you know I love you," Sukuna mutters, looking up at you. Your mascara is a little smudged but other than that your makeup is still in tact, your eyes are a bit glassy from the tears and your lips a little swollen from biting down on them.

"It's not the same," you mumble, blinking quickly when you feel your eyes getting wet again.

Sukuna can't help but wonder if he's really doing the right thing by turning you down if it's going to make his sweet girl so sad.

His thumbs rub your hips as his grip tightens, "let me make it up to you."

With that, he's closing the space between you two, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss starts out like an apology, slow and deep, making sure you can feel everything that he hasn't been able to say to you. And once Sukuna has your hands threading through his undercut, cradling the back of his head to hold him even closer, he only gets hungrier.

Sukuna's tongue swipes along the seam of your lips, slipping inside your warm mouth when they part for him.

You give an experimental roll of your hips, not missing the way Sukuna's breath hitches, nor the tent that's forming in his boxers. Your heart swells with the knowledge that he's feeling good too, that he wants you.

Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, Sukuna gives it a quick bite, grinning at the way you gasp before he pulls away from you.

He uses his hands to guide you, pressing you down harder against his crotch as he moves your hips back and forth. His eyes are transfixed on the place where you're grinding down onto him, pupils blown wide when your dress starts to bunch up even higher, flashing him a view of your bare mound.

"Fuck," he breathes, "no panties?"

"Mmn, no," you shake your head, "wanted to stay home."

Sukuna groans at that, bucking his hips up into you. He can feel the way you're starting to wet the fabric of his underwear, dripping onto him. "You always take 'em off when you wanna spend time with your dad?"

You're about to tell him not to say stuff like that, but then he's kissing you again and you no longer care. His lips latch onto your neck, suckling on the skin and nipping at it until there's purple splotches left behind. Those marks are much better than the perfume that Sukuna can smell so strongly now.

He drags his tongue up the column of your neck, the strange sensation making you squirm against him.

"Aah, oh god," you whine, humping faster against his bulge. It's the perfect notch to rub against your clit, each grind taking you closer to your climax.

Your thighs burn, your breath short as your rhythm starts to falter and you let out a whine. You want to cum so bad, you're so close… but already tired.

"Keep goin'," Sukuna rasps, pressing a sloppy kiss to your collarbone. "You're doin' so well, making yourself feel good on me. Don't you wanna cum?"

Your hands snake around his neck as you hold him close to you, relishing in the way he's still worshipping you with his lips and his tongue along your skin. "I wanna—yeah," you mewl, "feels so good, please."

Sukuna loves feeling you struggle against him, witnessing your sorry attempt at making yourself cum. Your hips are moving erratically, just trying to get any sort of friction to take you higher while his hands have stopped guiding you. The little whimpers that spill from your bitten lips are just another reminder of how much you need him.

"Please what?" he coos, hands sliding to your ass to knead the fat there.

"So tired… please, need you to help me."

"All ya had to do was ask, sweetheart." With another chaste kiss to your neck, his fingers dig into your waist again, tugging you into him.

Immediately, your body relaxes, giving up entirely on doing any work for your own pleasure. You resign to Sukuna, letting your stepfather have full control.

He's dragging your cunt back and forth along the outline of his cock, the fabric of his boxers only adding to the stimulation. His hips are rolling faster now, pressing up harder against you to add to the pressure and it's perfect. He's able to do everything that you couldn't do in your own and soon your orgasm is returning full force as your head lolls back, a string of moans and curses spilling from your lips.

"C'mon, show me how good I'm makin you feel," Sukuna groans into the crook of your neck. He can feel your cunt pulsing against his length, he knows you're nearly there.

"Fuck, fuck, I think—"

"Don't think baby, just let go. I wanna feel ya cum for me."

Sukuna's overwhelming your senses as his breath fans hot against your skin, his voice low in your ear. The scent of his body wash and cologne waft into your nose as you get consumed by him entirely.

And when you cum it really is just for him. His name is the only word you can choke out between the moan that's ripped from your throat. Your muscles tense and your hold digs into him, desperate to feel him as close as possible while you crumble atop his lap.

"There ya go, just like that. Doesn't that feel nice?" Sukuna coaxes you through your release until you're breathless, slumped into his chest as he rubs your back soothingly. "Still tired?"

You're shaking your head no despite the fact that your eyelids seem to weigh a hundred pounds, and the longer you're wrapped in Sukuna's arms the closer you are to letting them slide shut.

"Maybe let's get you to bed," Sukuna suggests, but those words snap you back awake.

"No, I'm fine," you mumble so quietly that Sukuna is hardly convinced. "I want you to stay."

You can feel his hardness pressing against you. It must be agonizing to sit there with you soaking his lap, the weight of your body being the only semblance of relief provided for his arousal. And it's not nearly enough to satiate his need, you know that.

Sukuna had fully planned on selflessly tucking you in and slipping away to his room so he could take care of himself. He'd think about what your pussy would feel like wrapped around him—as he does every time—while he jerks his cock until he reaches an unsatisfactory completion.

But you cling to him as though your bodies are glued together and continue to beg him to stay. And who is he to deny you when you look at him with those wide eyes, bottom lip jutted out, your voice pleading. He is a man after all, and admittedly not a selfless one.

Sukuna's hands smooth along your back under your dress and you melt into his touch. "Were you holdin' out for me?"

You nod against his chest, unable to see the twitch of his lips. "Please," you push up, detaching yourself further from Sukuna to really meet his eyes now. "Been waiting cause I only want you."

"Shit," Sukuna breathes and any last ounce of hesitation within him melts away when you lightly grind your hips once more against his crotch. He's fully hard beneath you and you can already tell just how big he is.

His fingertips grasp the hem of your dress, tugging it up. "Let's get this off, yeah?" You're so pliant, raising your arms for him to begin stripping you down. Allowing him to move you how he pleases until you're laying on your back, your knees bent and legs spread.

Sukuna runs a hand up and down your calf, tugging it aside just a bit more. He wants to make sure he's got a good view now that you're finally naked before him.

But you press your legs back in, giving him some resistance which earns you a pointed look. "I'm—" you pause, chewing your lip as you do whenever you're feeling unsure.

"What is it?" Sukuna questions, using his strength to keep spreading your thighs apart—eventually you give in.

"I'm nervous," you finally admit. You're wondering if he's going to be upset, irritated at the fact that one minute you were begging him to the stay and the next you're being like this.

Instead, his expression softens the slightest bit and he gives one of your legs a reassuring squeeze. "That's normal, sweetheart. Your dad's gonna take care of you though, you know that right?"

You nod.

"You trust me?"

You nod again.

"Good. Now quit bein' all shy."

When Sukuna steps out of his boxers and frees his heavy length, the only thing you can think about is how badly you need him. His cock is as intimidating as it is captivating, and while it's the only one you've seen, you're certain that no one else could compare. Thick and veiny, the tip looks wet already, though maybe it's just a shimmer from the silver jewelry planted there—a testament to his nature.

Because contradictory to how Sukuna acts with you, he's still rough around the edges. He's a man who doesn't listen to anyone, let alone care what they have to say, and yet he always makes time for you.

He's a man who always said he'd never truly settle down, let alone have kids. And here he is, stuck between those very two relationships with you and trying to navigate which one to pursue.

You turned him soft for you.

But he is still Sukuna. That much becomes clear when he pushes just the tip inside you and feels his self control wavering. He cares about you, but your sweet pussy is practically sucking him in, all warm and tight, and you feel so good that all he wants to do is fuck you like you mean nothing to him.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to indulge just a little bit more, right? He's been so careful up until this point, surely you can handle it.

The look in Sukuna's eyes is pure hunger, black pupils swallowing red as he stares straight down at the cunt that's stretching open around his cock. His tongue darts out to swipe along his bottom lip, your own eyes watching as he wets the soft skin. Sukuna is breathing raggedly above you, hot air fanning against your face and making the space between you two feel even smaller.

You could almost lose yourself in the closeness, letting your eyes flutter shut and inhaling the smell of him, running your hands along his bare back and feeling the way the muscles ripple beneath your fingertips. But you never get the chance because a moment later you're letting out a sound halfway between a moan and a scream, your head thrashing back into the pillow as your thighs clamp down around Sukuna's hips.

He slammed inside you in one solid thrust, unable to wait any longer to bury himself in your heat. And while he knows that he should have been courteous enough to slowly open you up to him, at least he has half a mind to allow you the time to adjust to his length. He slips a hand behind your head, supporting it as he buries your face into his chest and lightly rocks his hips.

"You okay, baby?" he plants a kiss to the crown of your head and your stomach flips.

"It's ah, a lot…" you breathe.

"I know, I know," he pulls out halfway before sliding back in. You whimper at the feeling, not yet completely used to him. "You're takin' me so well though, my good girl. Making me feel so good."

"Yeah?" The hope in your voice could make him melt. Of course it's your first time, and all you can think about is whether or not Sukuna is enjoying himself. And really, how could he not be? Another roll of his hips and you're locking your ankles around his back, holding him close. "You can go faster now."

Sukuna doesn't need to be told twice. With your invitation, he sets a rhythm that's hard enough to make your mouth fall open into the pretty shape of an 'o', hard enough to ensure that he's filling you to the brim each time he enters you. He makes sure he's pressing fully into your cunt until his hips are flush against yours, unable to go any further.

When he sits back on his haunches, he grabs your legs and throws your ankles over his shoulders instead. He's got your hips lifted off the mattress, his arms hugging your thighs for leverage as he pistons in and out of you, pulling a sharp cry from your lips. And it's not the change in speed as he bucks his hips faster that makes your head start to spin, nor is it how his pelvis is now smacking impossibly harder against your ass, but it's the way the new angle allows the head of his cock to bully that perfect spot deep inside you. Just behind your belly button, he manages to press against it with brutal precision, causing your cunt to produce a watery slick that begins to coat his shaft.

"Fuck, you hear that?" He knows you can. The wet squelching sound is embarrassingly loud now, bringing a burning flush to your cheeks as you moan unabashed. "So fuckin' wet. This pussy was made for taking my cock."

The feeling coiling in your stomach is new. Nothing like the sensation you'd experience on those scarce nights when you'd dip a hand into your pajamas, fingers fumbling around your clit until you draw out a pathetic orgasm. No, you feel this everywhere. In your tummy, your abdomen, your cunt. In fact, it feels like—"Kuna, wait!" you gasp, fingernails digging into his shoulder. "W-wait, stop, I think I have to pee."

But he doesn't stop. He just fucks you with even more vigor, a wicked grin on his lips as he sees the concern on your face and feels the way your silky walls are fluttering around his length. "Shit, baby, that's it." You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. "Come on, I'll make you feel good. Trust me, sweetheart."

Even if you didn't want to, it's not like you have much choice in the matter with how unrelenting Sukuna is. You can't fight the feeling for much longer before you're shattering beneath him on the bed, your legs shaking in his hold as you squirt. And he just keeps fucking you through it as you chant his name on repeat like a prayer, your watery release splashing onto his abs and the sheets beneath you two.

"Just like that… look so pretty when you cum for me. Fuck, you're so messy."

In all honesty, Sukuna isn't sure how he hasn't cum yet, but thinks it must be sheer willpower. He's wanted you for so long, unsure if he'd ever have you, and now he sure as shit isn't going to let you go after one measly orgasm. No, even when you're trembling from the overstimulation, stuttering out a weak protest as you come down from your high, he'll keep splitting you open on his cock.

It's almost painful in a wonderful sort of way. The overwhelming pleasure that your stepdad is forcing upon you as he keeps fucking you after you came so hard for him already—twice. It's a feeling that you never would have experienced on your own because you wouldn't be able to keep going. You're too tired, too sensitive to do much more than feebly gyrate your hips against him.

"Ohh, fuck—dad," you whine, the word falling from your lips in a way that sounds so desperate, so needy. Sukuna's hips still immediately. Your eyes open to meet his, an unreadable look on his face as he stares down at you, his mouth agape and breathing heavily. "What's wrong?" you worry.

"Say it again." You pause, your nerves coming back full force under the weight of his gaze and the accompanying demand. "Told ya to quit bein' shy around me. Now tell me who's making you feel this good." He punctuates the command with a rough thrust into your overstimulated cunt.

"Ohmygod, dad!"

Sukuna knows he shouldn't be getting off on that as much as he is, but it's hard to feel bad about it when you're tightening up around his cock every time you cry out for him. You just make it so easy for him to lose himself when he's inside you, when he has you spread out on the sheets beneath him, your back arching and head thrown back into the pillows. And then suddenly, Sukuna feels like he can't let this moment go, not without something to capture it more clearly than his mediocre memory ever could.

The flash from his phone is almost blinding but he can't turn it off because it's unreal the way you look on camera. Skin shining from sweat under the bright light, an arm thrown over your eyes to shield them. Your tits are on full display, bouncing with each rough thrust from the man grunting behind the scenes.

"Come on, baby," Sukuna groans, "say it for the camera. Lemme hear you again."

You would probably be nervous again if it wasn't for the fact that you're teetering on the edge of your climax for the third time tonight and all you care about is feeling as good as Sukuna made you feel earlier. You want him to reduce you into nothing more than a babbling mess, ensuring you don't need to think or speak because you know he'll give you everything you need, because of course he knows what that is. He's always paid such good attention to you, he doesn't even have to try to understand exactly what's going through your head.

"Be a good girl for your dad, huh? Don't you wanna cum?" Sukuna's pace slows just enough for your attention to snap from your thoughts, your wide eyes blinking up at the camera he's still shining in your face.

"Yeah," you nod, your eyebrows pinching together. You hope he doesn't stop. You need him to not stop.

Sukuna runs a hand up your side, brushing over your breast and giving it a light squeeze that makes you wiggle underneath his hips.

"Fuck, aah—dad, please!" you whine when he pinches your nipple, rolling it firmly between two fingers.

"Atta girl…" he groans, kneading your tit in his rough palm one last time before his hand returns to your sore hip. "Love when you call me that."

It's like a flip switched in your brain and you've regressed back into the most desperate version of yourself, your eyes not leaving Sukuna's when he starts drilling you into the mattress again. The picture in his video is shaky and blurry, but it's okay because the audio is still picking up on the best part—

"Oh god, dad! D-Dad, 'm gonna cum!"

"Do it," Sukuna snaps, breathless, "squirt all over my dick like the last time. Show the camera how fuckin' messy my daughter's pussy gets."

His daughter.

That's the part that sends you over the edge this time. He always insists that you call him dad, but you rarely hear him call you his daughter.

Your stomach flips with pride as your walls constrict around Sukuna's length one more time, stealing another moan from the man. And when your muscles tense and start to tremble, your hands clawing at the sheets, Sukuna has half a mind to bury himself inside you and steady the video for once. He angles his phone straight down to where your bodies connect just in time to see you cum. With the flash on, it's impossible to miss the way you squirt around him, the liquid release splashing all over the both of you.

"Ahh shit, I'm gonna cum too."

And he probably should have pulled out, Sukuna knows that. He shouldn't have came inside your sweet pussy like he did. He shouldn't have fucked you in the first place. Hell, he shouldn't have even kissed you.

But if he didn't do all those things, then he wouldn't have gotten to see the way you looked after he fucked you nearly to sleep. The expression on your face was of pure bliss as you were overcome with exhaustion. Your legs were spread when he pulled away and the video perfectly captured your pulsing cunt, all slick and puffy, his cum oozing out of the poor abused hole.

The same pussy that was virgin just a couple of hours ago, now claimed as his after being stretched to his size and filled with his seed.

No amount of guilt can withstand being washed away after a sight like that—he'll fuck his pretty stepdaughter again and again to see it even just one more time.

© 2026 oncam ⋮ a/n still going to do a part 2 for this with toji eventually!! thank you to this nonnie for being the most patient person in the world :,]

[lovingraven]

daddy!gojo x reader

cw: father-daughter incest, non-con, stimulation no penetration, somnophilia, fingering

it had been a long day of work for your daddy. being the strongest meant gojo was given the hardest missions, so logically your father got worn out the most. obviously he needs his beautiful daughter to make him feel better. i mean you’ve helped him so many times before when he’s had bad days or simply because daddy has told you to do so. oh and you love it most when daddy takes his frustrations out on your sopping wet cunt. but you’ve always been awake when you please your father. who knew you could please him when you were also asleep and luckily you were a deep sleeper!

it was already 2 am and you were sleeping profoundly in your room. you were laying sideways facing the wall and you were wearing your short satin nightgown. it was your dad's favorite and you knew it, after all you know exactly why you chose to wear it.

slowly gojo began to sneak into your room, trying his best to not wake up his sweet daughter. he managed to crawl next to you in bed without waking you up. now he was practically big spooning you, your daddy was so much bigger than you he practically took up the whole bed! you were still sound asleep and he didn't want to wake you up just for his dirty needs. he could please himself all while not bothering you at all! it was a great way to fulfill his desires.

daddy gojo slowly lifted your dress a little up to where he could see your underwear. and oh god you were wearing his favorite, the light blue lacy ones. its like if you knew your daddy was going to use you tonight, as if you wanted him to. you had him so hard already without even consciously doing so, you were just such a perfect daughter, his perfect daughter.

he slowly moved your panties to the side and started to rub his hard length on your clit. gojo knew this was wrong and he shouldn't be doing this but god, you were so incredibly wet for your daddy. your cunt drooled for him just like his angry tip drooled for you too, mixing your arousals together. he began moving faster and faster, his cock sliding back and forth on your clit making your hips twitch but luckily you were still asleep. oh how he loved using his girl like this. you brought him to the edge so quick. he was going to cum any moment now.

when he finally came with a stifled groan, your daddy gojo spilled all over your leaking cunt. it was such a big load and so much cum had released onto your pussy. he decided to stuff some of his cum inside of you with one finger so you wouldn't wake up. i mean after all he should feel connected to his daughter. so he slowly inserted and pushed his cum deep inside of you. finally when he was done he put you panties over your cum filled cunt, smudging his release all over your panties and making such a sticky mess between your thighs! and then he snuck out of your room, all satisfied with the way his daughter pleased him even when she was asleep, you were such a good girl for him and he knew that. his good girl.

come tomorrow morning you would definitely feel all sticky down there and instantly know it was your daddy. but you would just be so glad he could use you.

©lovingraven all rights reserved. Do not copy, plagiarize, feed AI, translate or modify my works.

[pervile]

CW - PISS. DEGRADATION. SEXISM + MISOGYNY.

sukuna likes to degrade you in more ways than just sex.

having him on top of you during sex simply isn't enough. the mean words and name calling don't do it anymore, you were unaware of the monster you'd created when you let him take it further. if you give an inch, sukuna is the kind of man to take a mile.

he forced you onto your knees what feels like hours ago, the cold floor etches into your skin and it hurts. interrupted you in the middle of your cleaning to make you throat his cocks. air is sparse in your lungs, your open mouth is forced around both of sukuna's cocks, your nose meanly plugged by his fingers. he doesn't want you to breathe, so you won't.

you cry and sputter and gag around him, begging for a breath, for a moment of mercy. how stupid you must be to think sukuna is able to grant mercy on anyone, especially the woman who gets on her knees to clean for him. the woman who submits to him in every form, has the ring around her finger to prove it, too. he barely respects you, let alone is nice to you.

when sukuna gives you a moment to pull away, you retract so quickly, throw your head back so hard it almost bashes against the side of the porcelain tub. the way you look up at sukuna is so pathetic. big, pleading eyes, bloodshot and so, so wet with tears. you are not asking to be embarrassed more, nor degraded, or anything of the sort. you know that inside your head, you just want it to end, have him leave you alone so you can go back to whatever time-consuming task you were doing beforehand.

sukuna does not see that, not like he cares, anyway. try as you might to crawl away from him, and he's dragging you by the roots, brusing you to the bone with the porcelain of the tub as he pushes you over the side. he thinks he is being nice, so you won't have to clean up this mess straight from the floor. sukuna could make this a lot worse if he wanted to.

you whine and try to pull his hand away from you, struggling against the unhuman strength the man above you exudes. four arms, two faces, two cocks—he is a huge, overbearing piece of man. sukuna makes that known every time he interacts with you. he is above you in every way, looking down into your watery, petrified eyes, and you just look so terrified of what's next. truly, a sight to behold—sukuna wishes he could have a portrait painted of your face in this moment, one that encapsulates every etch and wrinkle, because this is his favorite look to recieve.

it is hard to read sukuna like this. you sit there, unmoving from how sukuna laid you in the tub, like pathetic roadkill, freshly hit and not shriveled up. he pumps both of his cocks with one hand, keeping the blood rushing to the organs, and he points them at you, in a way. something he has done before when he cums all over your face, covering your features in thick, milky white.

but you know all too well he's not even near finished. with that shitty blowjob, how could you expect him to even come close to the cusp of an orgasm with that? sukuna wants to laugh when your face drops, realization coming over your features before he lets the streams of piss layer atop them.

you are too quick to cower away from it, disgusted as he releases all over you. it's coming from both cocks, you notice, making twice the mess of what would've been. one of sukuna's lower arms comes to your face, shoving two fingers into your mouth and hooking them down harshly, opening your mouth and bringing you closer.

his fingers on your tongue hurt, not allowing the muscle to move and push out whatever piss trickles down into your mouth. the warm liquid covers all of you, seeps into your hair and your clothes, darkening the fabric wherever it lands. there is so much even a good amount of excess spills into the drain, long forgotten along with your dignity, as if you had any more left this far into your marriage.

the minute it takes sukuna to empty his bladder feels closer to an hour. you go back to sputtering and gagging and gargling, a retched noise that sukuna hates from you. not because he feels bad, but more so because it is the equvalent of nails on a chalkboard to any normal human.

as soon as his fingers leave your mouth, you spit as much piss out of your mouth as you can, the disgusting taste already burned into your tastebuds. sukuna looks displeased, you can feel it, imagine the frown he carries like armor as he glares down at you.

you feel degraded to the lowest form like this, human filth, contorted that way by the hands of your husband. what a mean, mean man.

a/n: inspired by this ask, thank you

[grave-desires]

I'm so sorry kid *thrust*

I know it's wrong *thrust*

You just looked so cute dad couldn't help himself *thrust*

[loveridden1999]

[slllieeepyy]

riding older bf toji

tw: age gap (reader is early 20s, toji is early 40s)

mdni! 🔞

“such a good girl, baby. fuck..” toji murmured, his hands on your hips as you straddled his waist. “way too good for an old man like me…”

you’re currently naked in your boyfriends lap, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck as you took his length inside of you.

he’s so big, pulsing and making your walls burn in the best way possible. you’re whining, clenching tight around his dick as you slide up and sink back down.

he’s leaning back against the headboard, looking up at you with half lidded, lazy eyes.

you’re so close to him that you can see the grey hair in his stubble that he tries so hard to keep out of your sight. he doesn’t want you to see him aging like this while you stay young and lively and fun.

you’re growing more and more exhausted, but his big, calloused hands on your hips are helping to guide you up and down.

“mngh… t-toji.. m’tired.” you whine, your movements slowing. you both were on the cusp of your orgasms, but your thighs were aching and burning, and every time he pushed in fully, it practically knocked the wind out of you.

“i know, sweetheart.” he whispered lowly, his voice rough. one of his hands snaked up your spine, cradling the back of your head and pulling you down into a deep kiss. “keep going f’me. i know you can.” he whispered against your lips.

his hand that had been on your hip moved down to your ass, smacking it gently before squeezing at the soft flesh.

you yelped from the mixture of pain and pleasure, the feeling giving you enough energy to move your hips again with his guidance.

“too much…” you whine, but you continue to move at a steady pace, your head dropping to rest in his neck. the stubble on his jaw scratched against your temple as you moved.

“just like that baby.. you’re doing so good. just a little more.” he muttered, his voice becoming rougher as his orgasm grew closer.

you felt a warmth tingling in your lower stomach, making your toes curl. toji could practically sense that, his fingers moving down to slowly, yet firmly, play with your clit, making you jolt.

“m’gonna cum.. mmf- toji, k-keep doing that…” you whimpered, rocking your hips faster, pulling suppressed groans from his lips.

“cum for me, baby. you worked so hard my sweet girl.” his free hand gently held the back of your head, still buried in his neck.

his words tipped you over, and you came with a loud cry, squeezing impossibly tight around him.

he followed right after you (always making sure you finish first, of course), his sticky release filling you up.

the two of you just sat there for a few minutes, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your bare back, whispering to you about how good you were while you hid your face in his neck.

even though your boyfriend was getting older, and his stamina might not be what it used to be, all he could do was hope that you wouldn’t grow tired of him.

he knows someone like you, young, sweet, and gorgeous, could have anyone you’d like. he didn’t deserve you, and sometimes he questioned why you even loved him.

but moments like this, when he was holding you and making you feel good, toji fushiguro, a man who never felt deserving of anything, really felt like he could just be with someone for once.

||a/n: this got kinda sad at the end soz lol

anyway i’m replaying silent hill 2 rn and i just luv james so much poor baby

- vie 💤

[xchosos-wifex]

BIRDS OF PARADISE

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

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

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

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

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Age: 30

Species: Coragyps atratus

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

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

Your legs burned.

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

It was for him, though.

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

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

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

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

Bullshit.

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

Especially when he caught you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Age: unknown

Species: no current scientific name

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut the fuck up."

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

SATORU GOJO

Age: 22

Species: Pavo cristatus

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

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

peacock!satoru who was a real piece of work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I stop meeting peahens now?"

CHOSO KAMO

Age: 22

Species: Corvus moneduloides

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

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

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

"No."

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

Okay, how did we get here?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

crow!choso was not a dumb bird.

He was just optionally submissive.

TAKUMA INO

Age: 21

Species: Apus apus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you ever experienced an air quickie?"

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"With what pants, baby?"

KENTO NANAMI

Age: 27

Scientific Name: Strigidae

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

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

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

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

"The owl hybrid made it for you?"

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

"…"

"…"

"…Oh, honey."

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

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

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

owl!kento loved cooking for you.

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

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

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

"Is everything okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Kenn!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SUGURU GETO

Age: 24

Species: Cygnus olor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

swan!suguru, too, was not stupid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut the fuck up."

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Age: 20

Species: Calyptorhynchus banksii

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

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

cockatoo!megumi really fucking hated that parrot.

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

Fuck this parrot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wanted to mate? Fine.

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

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

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

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

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

"Apologize."

"For what?!"

"For not listening to my commands."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Point taken."

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[incestoji]

cw. incest

You were having trouble sleeping tonight.

You weren’t sure why, or how. You just were. Luckily your dad satoru was here to help!

“I’ll make you real sleepy but you’ll have to trust me, okay princess?’ He said to which you sheepishly nodded and he kissed your forehead. Like a father should “Good girl”

And that’s how you ended up here. With your own father plowing you into your pillows in missionary. He had one hand gripping your hips, and the other caressing your chin whilst he thrust in and out of you. “Yeah, that’s it baby. You feel me? Feel me riiiight here?” He said pushing down on the bulge that his huge cock was making in your tummy as it thrust in and out of you.

“Hah- Dad- Daddy s’too much!” Was all you could manage to spill out of your lips as you gripped to the plushie your dad had given you to hold onto. 

“I know baby I know, you’re so tiny compared to daddy aren’t you? But your fit justtttt for me baby its okay, you can take it” He said in a manner that would be soothing if he wasn’t rearranging your insides right now. “W- wait dad- I feel like m’gonna pee wait!” Your father just chuckled into your neck “No baby, you’re gonna cum, come on give it to me cum around your dads cock”

At his filthy words you simply couldn’t do anything but cum, daddy just made you feel too good! Satoru wasn’t far behind you making you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own release. 

Safe to say, you both slept very soundly that night :)