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Buckin’ Up: Buck!Sukuna X Doe!Reader

Synopsis: Buck!Sukuna is relentless when he’s in Rut. And you just so happen to smell far too good. Of course his royal seed is nearly instantaneous in its breeding.

Warnings: Smut, Hein!Era Sukuna, Breeding, Ruts, Heats, dub-con (but you love the thrill of the chase), impregnating, description of pregnant body, size-difference, semi-public smex, knotting.

A/n: Someone requested Buck!Toji but Buck!Sukuna wormed his way into my heart.

The Heian era was a time of wild, untamed forests. Where the scent of cherry blossoms mingled with the iron tang of blood spilled in the moonlight. And in the heart of those ancient woods, he hunted.

Sukuna, the monstrous buck hybrid, was no mere beast. He was a king of the wilds, his towering antlers casting jagged shadows across the undergrowth as he tracked you. Your scent had driven him into a frenzy for days now. The sweet musk of a fertile doe hybrid in heat, driving his instincts into a fever pitch.

He’d torn through villages, left corpses in his wake, all for the sake of finding you.

And now?

Now he had you.

You’d been foolish to think you could outrun him. Your delicate hooves stumbled over gnarled roots as Sukuna’s massive form emerged from the tree-line. His crimson eyes gleamed with Alpha hunger. His nostrils flared as he inhaled your fear, your arousal, the undeniable call of a doe ready to be bred.

“Found ya,” he snorted, spitting onto the ground beside your feeble frame.

You backed away, ears pinned flat against your skull. But there was nowhere left to run. Sukuna closed the distance in two strides, his long black nails wrapping around your throat.

“Gonna keep ya,” he growled, thumb brushing over your fluttering pulse. “Gonna fill ya so deep with my seed, you’ll forget what it’s like to walk without my fawn in yer belly.”

And as his other hand gripped your hip, dragging you flush back against the hard heat of his rutting cock, you realized—

There was no escape.

Your entire body quivered under Sukuna’s harsh gaze. Your delicate tail twitches nervously, trying in vain to press flush against your thighs, to shield the slick heat of your cunt from his burning stare. But it’s useless.

Sukuna smirks as he watches you try so hard to hide that sweet pussy from him. The slickness immediately soaks the fur of your tail, creating an even bigger mess for him to clean.

“Cute,” he chuffs. The ground seems to tremble beneath his weight, his massive antlers look like the branches of a dead tree above you. “Thinkin’ you can hide from me?”

His fingers catch the base of your tail, flipping it up exposing your glistening folds to the cool night air. You whimper, a high, pathetic sound that only makes his cock twitch in response.

“Mmmh… there it is,” his nostrils flare as he drinks in your scent. You are fertile, sweet, and dripping. “Knew you’d be pretty like this. All desperate ‘n wet for me.”

His thumb drags over your slit, collecting your slick before pressing it against your lips.

“Taste yourself,” he orders, pushing the pad of his calloused finger past your quivering lips. “Just a needy lil’ whore.”

A doe in heat. His prize for the chase.

Every instinct screams at you to run, but your body betrays you, knees trembling so violently they knock together. Your bleak mewl cuts through the woods, the sound of a trapped animal realizing there’s no escape.

Tears spill hot and fast down your cheeks, catching the moonlight as they drip onto the forest floor below. Your lips part around another pathetic sound but his thumb presses deep. His finger is bitter and sweaty, salty on your tastebuds.

“Ain’t that sweet?” he coos, mockingly gentle as he thumbs away a tear. “Cryin’ already, and I ain’t even fucked ya yet.”

His hand slides down your belly, fingers pressing cruelly into the softness there before dipping lower. He spreads your slick across your trembling thighs.

“Gonna ruin you,” he promises, massive palm splaying across your belly like he could force a fawn into you right this second. “Gonna hear you scream ‘fore I’m done.”

Your whimpers dissolve into shuddering gasps as Sukuna’s cock weighs so heavy on your lower back. His breath is hot against your ear, his chest rumbles with a growl. He drags his cock along your soaked folds, teasing your tight entrance. Your body betrays you by winking, clenching around nothing.

“Pathetic," he scoffs, sniffing at the smell of cloves in your hair. “Shakin’ like a leaf before I can even split this cunt open.”

A fresh wave of tears spills over as he notches himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing hard against your fluttering hole. Your hands scramble weakly back against his chest. You don’t push away, you cling, as if your traitorous body already knows there’s no mercy coming.

“S-S’kuna—!" you choke out, voice breaking around his name.

He doesn’t answer. His fat cock just finds its home. You don’t have time to stutter, to even complain as he feeds you each thick inch. You need to stand on your tippy toes or otherwise you’ll dangle from his cock. The size difference between you two is comical.

Almost as comical as the bulge peeking out from your soft underbelly.

The stretch is agonizing, your walls straining around his girth as he buries himself so deep you feel like choking. Your back arches, a broken wail tearing from your throat.

“Mm..so fuckin’ noisy. Yer luck I’m not a real predator." His cock grinds deeper against your sopping walls. "Couldn’t hide if ya wanted to. With that pretty mouth and this sloppy cunt.”

And as your sobs melt into shuddering moans, as your hips jerk weakly against his in a rhythm older than time itself.

You fall apart right there in the beast’ hold.

The truth was, you had been Sukuna’s long before tonight. His mark was already branded into your skin, his scent woven deep into your fur. His claim was undeniable. But when the fever of your heat had begun to rise, painting your cheeks pink and soaking your thighs with need, he had grinned down at you.

“Run.”

And so you had.

Not because you truly wanted to escape him. No, you were far too gone, too smitten for that. But because the thrill of the hunt, the pulse-pounding terror of hearing his footsteps crashing through the underbrush behind you, made your cunt clench around nothing.

”Knew you’d be like this,” Sukuna easily holds you by the waist, stretching your puffy sloppy hole faster. “All desperate ‘n drippin’ just ‘cause I chased ya.”

You wail and your lower hooves scrape against the dried leaves on the dirt.

“Next heat,” he punctuates his growl with a cervix stuttering thrust. “lI’ll let ya get farther.”

And as your vision whites out around the sensation of his knot swelling inside you, locking you together, you can’t help but shudder.

Because you already can’t wait.

Months later, Sukuna watches you with pride as you waddle through the forest clearing. Your belly is round and taut beneath the soft fabric of your robes. His seed had taken swiftly, your body accepting his cum without protest, swelling with the proof of his dominance.

Your frame is now plush, softened by pregnancy. Your hips are wider, thighs thicker, your milk-swollen tits straining against the fabric of your kosode. Every step makes your belly sway, the weight of his growing fawn pressing low in your womb.

Sukuna’s gaze burns as he watches you struggle to kneel by the stream, your movements are much slower now. But that makes you more vulnerable for those that would tear your throat out without a second thought.

“Look at ya” His heavy hooves crunch the river rocks under his body weight. “All fat ‘n pretty with my young.”

You whimper as he kneads the sensitive flesh. Your belly was taunt, and the young inside seemed to flutter at just his touch.

“S’kunaaa—” you bleat, but he silences you with his other hand cupping the back of your neck.

Pregnancy had ruined you in the most delicious way.

Your cunt was softer now, swollen with increased blood flow, your folds plush and sensitive to even the slightest brush of Sukuna’s fingers. The scent of you was richer, headier. An unmistakable musk of fertility that drove him wild whenever he caught it on the wind.

And the wetness, gods, the wetness was relentless. Your body produced slick in obscene amounts, as if preparing for his cock at all times. Even the lightest touch had you dripping, your entrance fluttering pathetically around nothing, begging to be filled.

Sukuna adored it.

“Fuckin’ made for me,” he’d growl, dragging his fingers through your soaked folds just to hear you whine. “Even knocked up, this cunt’s still hungry.”

And it was. She was starving.

The way your walls clenched around his fingers, the way your hips jerked weakly when he rubbed your swollen clit. You were insatiable.

Your hooves scramble weakly against the earth, but there’s no escape, not that you want one. When he hooks his fingers inside of you, it would take barely any strength to lift you off the ground with his fingers alone. You are forced yet again to rise to the tips of your hooves, clinging helplessly to his massive bicep.

"S-S’kuna—! Not fair, not fair!” You gasp, voice breaking as his thumb circles your oversensitive clit. Your cunt pulses, gushing slick around his fingers in a way that would’ve embarrassed you before.

Sukuna chuckles as he watches the way your belly quivers with each ragged breath.

A broken wail echoes through the trees as your orgasm crashes over you. You were so easy now. He could blow on your sweet pussy and she’d cum for him now.

He doesn’t stop, Sukuna is thorough. He just keeps grinding the pads of his fingers against that spongy spot inside. You’re sobbing, oversensitive and still grinding against his hand like a bitch in heat.

“You cannot even control yourself when we are so exposed” your watery eyes dance around the riverbed. A predator could lunge at any moment. Other Hybrids could walk in on the scene. But you stopped caring long ago. "Gonna have to fuck you again soon, just to shut this greedy cunt up."

But when you claw at his arm and shamelessly buck your round belly against him to seek yet another peak, he just rolls his eyes.

Stubborn Doe.

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Prized Stud: Bull!Toji x Cow!Reader

Synopsis: The prized Bull at Kong Farm gets a pretty little cow for his Rut. Being the mate of Toji Fushiguro comes with perks and pains.

Warnings: Smut, Plus-size Reader described, Age difference, Hybrid AU, Breeding, breeding rack, dub-con, size difference, tummy bulge, urine, pregnancy.

A/n: I saw someone on TikTok request a story like this, and it inspired me LOL. Vampire Bat!Hybrid Choso story here!

Shiu Kong’s farm was a quiet place. Until Bull Toji arrived.

The bull hybrid was massive, built like a warhorse with thick, corded muscle beneath dark hide and scars earned in too many fights. The gleaming silver septum ring in his nose had been ripped out more than once. He was a fuckin’ beast. He had no patience for fences, no respect for gates. Only Shiu’s firm voice kept him from tearing the whole damn barn down when his rut hit hard each season.

“Got ya somethin’," Shiu had told him last week while Toji chewed lazily on an apple between blunt teeth. “Pretty little cow hybrid." A smirk twisted Shiu's mouth as he leaned against the stall. “Thought ya might wanna break her in before spring."

Toji hadn't answered. Just watched with half-lidded eyes as you were led into the barn, small and trembling under your new owner’s grip. You smelled like fresh hay and fear, horns still stubby from youth but already curving sweetly beneath your tousled hair.

Now you stood frozen in the middle of his pen as Toji circled you slow, hot breath fogging against your nape while calloused fingers traced the dip of your waist.

“Cute,” he rumbled at last, “…but yer shakin’. Ain't gotta be scared.”

Toji was used to the hard life, used to a world made hard and brutal by endless violence.

You were different. You were made soft, pliable by life in a cage. You still smelled like milk for godsake.

Your tail flickers when you’re anxious, swishing slow and uncertain behind you like a nervous afterthought.

He sees the way your thighs press together when you walk, plush and soft from easy living before Shiu bought you. Sees how your waist nips in just enough for his hands to span it completely before flaring out into hips meant for breeding.

A cow hybrid’s body is made for this. Made to be mounted. Made to take whatever he gives.

And oh, does he love the little details of your appearance. The smudge of pink at your nose that darkens when you blush

The way milk still lingers sweet in the air. Even though no calf has ever suckled from those heavy tits yet.

‘That part,’ he thinks with a smirk, ‘-he’ll fix soon enough.’

Toji's eyes never leave you as he leans against the hay bales, broad shoulders dwarfing the stall. Shiu stands beside him on the outside of the fence, cigar dangling from his lips.

“Who sold her to ya," Toji mutters. “And how much did she cost?”

Shiu just shrugs, looking unbothered as ever. “The breeder went broke. Needed cash."

Shiu steps into the pen, the gate creaking behind him. His fingers curl around your wrist first, yanking you forward without ceremony before turning you toward Toji like a prized heifer on auction day.

“Good hips," Shiu notes casually, his free hand palming the curve of your ass with a rough squeeze. “Wide enough for easy birthin’. Ain’t had no calves yet, but that just means she's fresh."

He spins you around by your shoulders next, fingers tugging at one of your small horns to tilt your face up toward Toji. “Teeth are strong," he continues, thumb pressing against your bottom lip until you part them obediently. “No issues chewin’ cud or takin' feed. Healthy."

He hooks two fingers into the neckline of your dress and yanks it down just enough to expose the heavy swell of your tits beneath. “See?" Shiu grins at Toji over your shoulder. “Already fillin’ out nice. Give ‘er a season or two under ya? She'll be leakin' milk on command."

Shiu exhales through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck as he eyes Toji with rare caution. “Look, I know ya like takin’ ‘em rough," he starts slowly, “-but she ain't built for that yet. Not like the seasoned broodmares ya usually get."

Toji’s nostrils flare, a sharp huff of irritation, but Shiu doesn’t back down. Instead, he jerks his chin toward the far corner of the barn where an old but sturdy breeding rack sits dusted off and waiting. Thick leather straps dangling from its frame to secure legs apart, padding along the bar where your belly would rest once bent over it.

“Two days," Shiu says firmly. “Let ‘er get used to yer scent first. Feed from yer hand if ya have to. Or she won't survive your first knot."

Toji's silence is dangerous, a low rumble building in his chest before he finally snorts and turns away with a jerk of his head. “Fine.”

Toji takes his time the following two days: getting you used to his scent, letting you feed from his hand like Shiu suggested.

He learns your habits like a hunter who knows his prey. Knows how your eyes flutter when he speaks. Knows how you flinch and shy away when he moves suddenly. Knows how he can make you tremble by leaning close. Knows how to make you whine just by touching the base of your tail.

And the entire time? You can smell his interest. His hunger.

Day three arrives with the sharp scent of antiseptic and oiled leather.

Shiu stands at your left, calloused hands guiding you toward the rack with ease.

The veterinarian, a no-nonsense woman with a stethoscope looped around her neck, adjusts the straps. Your hooves scuff against the wooden floor as they position you over the padded bar, belly-down, hindquarters raised obscenely high for Toji’s access.

“Easy now," Shiu soothes. "Ain't gonna hurt more than it needs to."

You’ve heard stories. You know exactly what happens to cow hybrids on breeding racks when bulls like Toji mount them.

The vet fastens thick cuffs around your wrists first, then your ankles, each strap pulled snug enough to bruise before she steps back to assess her work. “Good pelvic tilt," she notes dispassionately. “Won't tear as easy."

Then she turns toward Toji, who has been watching all this from the corner like a silent storm cloud and gives a curt nod. “She's ready."

Shiu’s fingers are rough as they grab the base of your tail, lifting it high with a firm tug. The sudden exposure makes you jerk against the restraints, but there’s nowhere to go, no way to hide.

The vet hands Shiu a thin, braided rope, something used to keep tails out of the way during examinations. He loops it around your lifted appendage, securing it upward so nothing obstructs the view between your thighs.

Your cunt is on full display now: plush and swollen, already glistening with nervous arousal despite your fear. Cow hybrids drip when they are stressed. A biological cruelty that leaves you shamefully slick as Toji’s shadow looms closer behind you. Your folds flutter under their assessing gazes, clenching around nothing while Shiu tsks and thumbs at your entrance like he’s testing fruit for ripeness.

“Tight," he muses, “...but she's wet enough."

The vet hums in agreement before reaching down to spread you wider with two clinical fingers. “No abnormalities," she declares. “Virgin passage is intact. Bull shouldn't have trouble sinking his knot once she's open."

Shiu doesn’t waste time. With a grunt, he nudges Toji’s shoulder, a silent command for the bull hybrid to step back just far enough for him to work.

Toji snorts in irritation but complies, his heavy-lidded gaze never leaving your trembling form strapped over the rack. Shiu grabs the industrial-sized pump bottle of lubricant from the vet’s tray.

“Gotta make sure ya don't split her in half, Shiu mutters, squeezing a thick stream onto his palm before reaching between Toji’s legs with zero ceremony.

He fists the bull hybrid’s already-hard cock without warning, working the lube down his length with rough efficiency. Toji’s hips jerk forward instinctively into the friction.

“Fuck—” Toji growls, muscles tensing as precum beads at his tip and drips onto straw-littered floor below. “Ain't gotta fuckin' mollycoddle it.”

Shiu ignores him, just keeps stroking until every inch of that monstrous erection gleams.

He finally steps aside with a slap against Toji's ass. “Go on then."

Toji doesn’t slam into you right away, no, he teases first. The broad, flared head of his cock drags slow and deliberate between your plush folds, smearing your own slickness back against you.

He can feel how tight you are even at this shallow pressure, your walls already twitching in reflexive panic around nothing.

“Fuckin’ choke on it already,” he growls. Even as the words leave his mouth, he rocks forward just enough for that fat tip to catch. It stretches your weeping hole wide for one glorious second before retreating again.

He won’t rush. Not when Shiu was right about how easily you might break. But that doesn't mean he'll be gentle either, just methodical. He’s working that thick crown against your clenching hole over and over until the lube mixes with hybrid arousal and drips down your inner thighs.

You whimper as the first real press of his cockhead nudges against your entrance, burning with the stretch even through the lube. Instinct takes over before shame can. Your hips jerk in a weak attempt to twist away, hooves scrambling uselessly against the wooden rack.

Toji’s grip on your waist tightens like a vice, claws biting in deep enough to draw pinpricks of blood. “Nuh-uh," he growls. "Ain't runnin' from this."

And then, with one brutal roll of his hips, he sinks into you past that impossible rim. Your body splits open around him in a white-hot flare of pain-pleasure that steals your breath.

The bellow of pain makes your ears pin back. But Toji doesn’t stop. He just bottoms out inside you with a groan so visceral it shakes the dust from the rafters above.

Shiu whistles. “Damn, she took all that?"

Toji nuzzles between your trembling shoulder blades. "Knew ya could take it. Filthy girl.”

His hips piston forward with a force that rattles the breeding rack’s wooden frame. Each brutal thrust makes the leather straps groan under tension as your body is jerked back onto him over and over.

Your dangling hooves scrabble for purchase but find none; all you can do is hang there, impaled and shaking while Toji takes what he wants in deep, grinding strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the barn like an obscene metronome.

It’s only drowned out by Toji’s ragged breaths against your neck. His teeth are latched onto your nape in a mating bite.

“Fuck—“ he snarls.

It should hurt. It does hurt. At first.

Your walls flutter wildly around Toji’s girth, spasming in protest as he stretches you out.

Then your hybrid biology kicks in, ruthless and efficient. Heat floods your core as your cervix softens on instinct, widening for his cock like a flower for the sun.

Slickness gushes around each thrust, not just lube now but the thick, fertile cream of a cow hybrid in prime breeding condition.

Your body knows its purpose. Even your womb betrays you. Your walls are clenching down greedily every time his tip bumps your cervix, it like it's trying to milk him dry already.

Toji feels it too, his rhythm stuttering when you suddenly squeeze around him with hunger. “Shit—” he stutters, “-fuckin’ greedy lil’ bitch.”

Words fail you, language devolving into broken, animalistic sounds as Toji’s cock punches deeper with every thrust. Drool strings from your lips, pooling on the padded rack beneath you while tears and snot streak your flushed face.

“M-Mmmh—! Your back arches helplessly when his knot starts to catch at your rim, thighs trembling as a pathetic moo rips from your throat. "’J-ji! ‘Ji!—p-please!”

But what are you even begging for? More? Less? You don’t know anymore. All that exists is the stretch of him splitting you open, the way your plush belly bulges with each thrust.

Your nails splinter wood from the rack as another moan-turned-mooo spills out. “S’good,” Toji rumbles against your spine, “-fuckin’ take it.”

Your tongue lolls out past your lips, slick and pink. It’s a telltale sign of a cow hybrid pushed too far into instinct.

Saliva drips in thin strands onto the padded rack beneath you, each panting breath only making it worse. Your eyes have gone glassy, unfocused. Your pupils are blown wide in need.

Shiu notices first. He leans against the barn post with crossed arms, chewing lazily on a stalk of hay before nodding toward your slack mouth. “Watch it,” he warns Toji. “She’s ‘bout to tip over.”

He means your climax. The way cow hybrids lose all control when they hit that edge: thrashing, moaning, sometimes even pissing themselves from the sheer overload of sensation.

Sure enough, your thighs start quivering like bowstrings pulled taut as another broken moo spills from your spit-slick lips.

Toji snarls at the warning but doesn’t slow down. If anything he fucks into you harder. “Yeah? Then fuckin’ cum,” he growls. “Wanna feel that cunt milk me dry ‘fore I knot ya.”

Your mind is gone. It’s drowned under a tidal wave of sensation that reduces you to nothing but flesh and instinct. Your tongue lolls out further, spit dripping in thick ropes onto the straw-littered floor beneath the rack.

Every breath comes as a shuddering moan, every thrust wrings another pathetic moo from your throat like your voice isn’t even yours anymore. “Hhhnn—‘Jiiiii!”

Shiu watches with a chuckle, patting the stall door with his palm. "There it is," he mutters around a new cigarette before nodding at Toji. “She's lockin' up."

The orgasm crashes over you like a seizure. You scream around the drool coating your chin. "MMMOOOO—!"

The vet gives a sharp nod that Shiu moving through the gate. His calloused hands clamp down on your hips, not to save you, but to hold you still. Toji’s thrusts turn jagged and brutal, each snap of his hips forcing that thickening knot against your abused entrance. Your body fights it instinctively, clamping down in protest even as your orgasm still wrings dizzying pulses of pleasure from your core.

“N-No—NO! MMMFH—OOOO!”

The stretch burns like fire as your cunt is spread so wet and sticky against the swell. Toji growls through clenched teeth, lifts a hooves to plant close to your head at an angle and shoves the rest of the way inside.

You don’t even realize you’ve pissed yourself until warm liquid splatters onto the floor beneath the rack. Overstimulation is short-circuiting your bladder along with everything else.

Shiu just grunts and tightens his grip, keeping you upright as Toji rumbles in satisfaction behind you, “Fuckkkk, there ya go.” His palm splays over your lower belly where his cock visibly distends it from within.

The moment Toji’s knot locks, your body goes slack, limp as a ragdoll between them, trembling with oversensitivity and exhaustion. Shiu chuckles as he reaches for a nearby rag, swiping it roughly over your piss-streaked thighs. “Damn, girl," he chuckles, “Didn't know we'd have to hose down the whole fuckin' barn after."

Toji, still buried balls feel, leans down to nuzzle at the sweaty hair hair sticking to your neck. “Shhh,” he soothes. “Took it so good.” He lands lazy kisses against your neck. “‘Cept for the piss part.”

Shiu barks out a laugh while tossing the soiled rag aside. “First time's always messy," he shrugs before offering you a sip of water from an old canteen.

Months later, you’re round with the proof of Toji’s claim. Your belly swells round and heavy with his calf, skin stretched taut over fertile curves that jiggle with every step. The farmhands whisper when they think you can't hear. “Toji stuffed her full.”

Toji adores you like this. Slow-moving and sleepy-eyed. Milk-heavy tits swayed beneath the frilly bows Shiu begrudgingly buys for you at market. The little brass bell around your neck chimes sweetly whenever Toji guides you by the horns to feed from his palm like some pampered prize.

He drapes you in soft cotton dresses, the fabric straining over milk-heavy tits and wide hips that sway with every step. Your ribbons are always perfectly tied, pink satin bows nestled between your horns or threaded through the bell around your neck.

And god, does he love leading you. His calloused hands are always on you, guiding you to kneel so he can palm the curve of your stomach or tugging you into his lap. He gropes those swollen udders until warm milk beads at your nipples. “Lookit that,” the white liquid spills over his thick fingers. “All pretty ‘n leaky just for me.”

Even Shiu has softened in his own way, sneaking extra sugar cubes into your feed bucket when Toji isn’t looking. “Quit spoilin’ her,” Toji snaps before handing you a ripe apple.

Now, they wait until that calf comes so you can be bred all over again.

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[kissandtellus]

The Mate in the Mountains: Dragon!Sylus Request

Synopsis: A walk through the life, pregnancy and learning curves of being Dragon Sylus’ human mate.

Warning: Egg laying, smut, double dragon d’s, family fluff, pregnancy, description of birth/egg-laying, bittersweet ending where Sylus is immortal.

A/n: This is the request for the lovely @embetie ! They created my new PFP/OC art with Caleb! I’ll be reblogging when they post I can’t wait for you all to see. It’s absolutely perfect🥹

The cavernous expanse of Sylus’s lair was bathed in the warm glow of enchanted torches, casting flickering shadows over the piles of gold, ancient tomes, and your shared nest of furs nestled in the corner.

You had been feeling strangely off for days. It was a lingering fatigue, a shift in your appetite but it wasn’t until Sylus abruptly halted mid-sentence, his red slit-pupiled eyes narrowing, that you realized something was wrong.

The dragon stalked toward you, his movements unnervingly silent for a creature of his size. His dark scaled claws. usually so careful with your squishy flesh, gripped your hips. He jerked you forward so fast your feet nearly left the ground. He pressed his cold nose to your bare stomach.

Sylus gives a deep, rumbling inhale, analyzing and dissecting.

"Your scent," he growled, his breath warm against your skin. "It’s changed."

His clawed fingers traced your hipbone. A sound clicked in his throat, his head cocking like an oversized puppy as he pulled back to study your face.

You forced a weak laugh, pressing a hand to your churning stomach as you shook your head. "It's nothing," you insisted, though the room seemed to tilt slightly around you. "Just…maybe that rabbit wasn't fully cooked. You know how my stomach is."

Sylus' eyes narrowed further, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled again as he tested and probed. The firelight caught the edges of his dark scales, making them gleam like polished obsidian as he loomed over you.

"Liar," he rumbled, the word vibrating deep in his chest. His claws, sharp enough to rend flesh, gentle enough to trace your cheek. He tipped your chin up, forcing you to meet his crimson gaze. "You reek of fatigue. Your pulse is too fast. And your scent—"

Another inhale, deliberate, before his growl dropped to something dangerously soft.

"—carries something new."

Your stomach lurched again, but this time, it wasn’t from undercooked meat.

It was from the way his eyes darkened with understanding.

Sylus was right, of course.

The village healer confirmed it with wide eyes and shaking hands. There were tiny, delicate eggs, nestled deep within you, their fragile shells already taking on the faintest shimmer of his onyx-black scales.

The moment the words left her lips, Sylus moved.

His arms banded around you, lifting you from the stool with a possessive growl, his wings flaring to shield you from the prying eyes of the village. His nose pressed to your throat, inhaling your scent, his scent, the new life thrumming beneath your skin.

"My mate…I knew it….," he rumbled, the word feral, reverent.

From that day forward, Sylus treated you like dragonkin royalty.

He reshaped the nest, lining it with the softest furs and stolen silks. He hunted at dawn, returning with fruits so rare even the village elders gasped. He growled at the wind if it blew too cold against your skin.

And when your cravings struck, they were sudden, violent and irrational. Demanding freshly roasted salmon to dawn, or the freshest berries from the nearby river. He merely smirked, scaled claws already reaching for his cloak.

"Tell me what you need," he murmured, lips brushing your temple. "And I will burn the world to bring it to you."

But your attitude was not the only thing to change. Sylus had become a watchdog during the period of you carrying his young.

You, very human, very hormonal, very in love, could only laugh as he nuzzled your belly, his tail flicking with smug satisfaction.

Because for all his dragon instincts, for all his feral devotion…

He still tripped over his own wings when you kissed him.

Your swollen belly had become an undeniable weight, rounded and heavy with the promise of his offspring. Sylus watched you with red eyes that burned like embers, tracking every wince, every shift in your scent, every sign of discomfort.

That evening, when he returned from the hunt, a stag slung over his shoulder, its blood still steaming in the cold mountain air, he found you panting and restless in the nest, your skin flushed, your fingers twisting in the furs.

His wings snapped wide, the gust of wind extinguishing half the torches in the lair as he dropped the kill and surged toward you.

"What is it?" His voice was a growl, edged with panic, as his claws. He was careful, always careful as they skimmed over your heated skin.

You whimpered, pressing your forehead against his scaled chest. The gem in the center of his chest glowed. "It’s too much," you gasped. "I can’t—I can’t get comfortable—"

Sylus didn’t hesitate.

One arm hooked beneath your knees, the other cradling your back, and he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the deepest, most sheltered part of the nest, where the furs were thickest and the air was cool.

His tail coiled around your ankle as he settled behind you, his body a furnace against your back, one clawed hand splayed over your belly.

"I know beloved," he purred, his lips pressed to the nape of your neck. "Just breathe. I will not let anything harm you."

And when your body finally relaxed against his, when your breathing evened out, Sylus did not sleep.

He watched.

He waited.

That day was his sign. His young, your eggs, would be here within the moon cycle. You moved less and less, spending most days snoozing away when Sylus wasn’t shoveling berries at you.

Sylus had only been gone for an hour, just one hour, to scout the borders, to ensure no hunters dared venture too close to his territory.

But when he returned, his wings slicing through the mountain air, his nostrils flared at the scent of pain, sweat, urgency thick in the air.

He found you on your hands and knees, fingers gripping the furs beneath you, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Your hair clung to your damp forehead, your body trembling as a new wave of pressure crested over you.

A low, inhuman snarl tore from Sylus’s throat. It was panic and fury at himself for leaving. He was at your side in an instant, his scaled hands cradling your shaking form, his tail wrapping around your thigh as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Let me take your pain, Y/n….” he growled, claws circling around the raised flesh of your tummy.

But your body did not listen.

Another contraction ripped through you, your nails scoring into his forearms as you choked back a scream. Sylus’s pupils narrowed to slits, his instincts warring between tearing apart the world and holding you together.

In the end, he chose you.

His wings curled around you both, shielding you from everything, even the air itself, as he murmured words in a language older than kingdoms.

And when the first tiny, pearlescent shell pressed into the world, Sylus caught it in his palms, his breath stuttering as he stared. He was completely awestruck, terrified and felt triumphant.

The world narrows to the warmth of the nest, the soft glow of the torches flickering against the stone walls. Your body trembles with exhaustion, limbs heavy and spent, but Sylus is already moving. He is efficient and methodical, his claws retracted to the barest tips as he cleans the sweat from your brow with a damp cloth.

His hands, so often capable of destruction, are impossibly gentle now.

And there, nestled in the furs beside you, were two perfect eggs, they were much large than you imagined they would be. But your body constantly reminded you of just how big they were. Their shells gleamed with a soft, iridescent sheen. One reflects the deep onyx-black of Sylus’s scales, the other shimmers with hints of pearl and gold, catching the firelight like captured stars.

Sylus cannot tear his eyes off his offspring, his legacy, your shared creation. You lean back against him, dressed in a white gown, clean and angelic just like you.

"You," he murmurs, "-are magnificent."

His tail curls protectively around the eggs as he tucks a fur around your shoulders, his red eyes never leaving them. He was watching, waiting and worshipping.

The weeks pass in a blur of fur-lined nests and glowing embers. Sylus prowls the edges of the lair, his wings unfurled in constant vigilance, his gaze never shifting from the eggs.

He hunts. They are quick, efficient and ruthless. He returns to your side with fresh game for you, his eyes watching like a hawk as you eat.

And all the while, his tail curls around the eggs, his touch trails over the scales of the eggs as he whispers to them in that strange, ancient language. You guide his head into your lap with a soft laugh. Your body is recovering slowly, a wrap of crushed herbs and river water against your womb.

His taut muscles ripple beneath your touch as you gently card your fingers through his silken white hair, your nails scratching lightly over the ridges of his skull, just the way he likes. His low, rumbling purr vibrates through the nest, his red eyes. still locked on the eggs, finally fluttering shut for a brief, precious moment.

"Sylus," you murmur, lips brushing the pointed tip of his ear. "The eggs aren’t going anywhere. Relax."

His claws flex against the furs, his instincts warring between vigilance and surrender. But then—finally—he sighs, his body sinking against yours, his tail loosening its coil around the nest.

"...I know," he grumbles, voice heavy with reluctant admission. "But if they hatch when I'm not—"

You cut him off with another scratch, a little firmer this time, and he melts, his forehead dropping to your knee with a growl that’s more affectionate irritation than true protest.

The first crack is nearly imperceptible. It is a hairline fracture spiderwebbing across the onyx shell. Sylus, who had been coiled around you in restless slumber, jerks awake, his eyes locking onto the eggs with blazing intensity.

The second crack splits the air like thunder.

Pearlescent shards peel away as tiny claws press against the inside of the shell. Sylus is motionless, his breath trapped in his lungs, his tail tightening around you both as—

—a small, scaled head pushes free.

The first hatchling emerges in a shower of iridescent fragments, its wings damp and crumpled against its back. Its scales are Sylus's exact black, but its eyes, your eyes, blink up at you with curious wonder.

Before anyone can react, the second egg explodes outward, the golden-shelled hatchling tumbling into the furs with an indignant squeak. This one is brighter, its scales shimmering like sunlight on water, its tiny tail lashing as it rights itself. She is already defiant, already perfect.

Sylus makes a sound you've never heard before. It’s a broken, clipped growl as he gathers them both against his chest, his claws trembling.

"...They are perfect," and so begins his descent into fatherhood madness.

The twins, a boy with onyx scales dusting his shoulders, and a girl with gilded wings too big for her tiny frame, are perfect chaos incarnate.

Your son, serious-faced like his father, toddles forward only to trip over his own tail, sending himself nose-first into the furs. He blinks, unharmed but deeply offended, before turning to Sylus with a tiny, accusatory growl. As if his father personally designed tails to be this inconvenient.

Your daughter, meanwhile, has already taken flight. Or rather, she’s attempting to, her wings flapping wildly as she hovers three inches off the ground before crash-landing into a pile of stolen silks. She emerges with a giggling shriek, her round eyes sparkling with unrepentant joy, completely unfazed by her lack of coordination.

Sylus watches them with an expression caught between pride and panic, his tail twitching every time one of them stumbles. When your son latches onto his horns for balance, Sylus freezes, utterly helpless, before shooting you a look that screams, "How are they this fragile?"

You can’t help but laugh, gathering your daughter into your arms as she chews enthusiastically on your sleeve, her tiny claws kneading your shoulder.

They are half-dragon, half-human—all mischief, all beauty.

And Sylus?

He’s already building a padded training arena in the lair.

Your son sleeps in perfect, regal stillness. Just like Sylus. Your daughter sprawls like a starfish, just like you. The lair has never been so loud, so warm, so alive.

The years melt like snow under the heat of the sun, but Sylus never forgets the first time his hatchlings breathed fire.

It happens on a crisp autumn evening, when the twins are still small enough to curl together in the hollow of his wings. Your daughter, always the bold one, giggles as she puffs out her cheeks, concentrating until...

A spark.

Tiny, hesitant, but unmistakably draconic.

Sylus stops breathing.

Your son, ever competitive, immediately tries to mimic his sister and succeeds, sending a wavering plume of smoke into the air. Sylus’s eyes glow with something primal, something proud, as he leans down to nuzzle them both.

“Good,” he rumbles. “Now aim away from your mother.”

Sylus never forgot to please you, to make you feel wanted.

He finds you curled in the firelight, a book balanced on your thighs—still soft from childbirth, still carved with the faint silver lines of carrying his young. Sylus’s gaze darkens, his nostrils flaring as he drinks in the sight of you, the way the fire paints your skin in amber and shadow.

He doesn’t speak.

He doesn’t need to.

In one smooth motion, he knocks the book aside, his claws tracing the dip of your waist, the swell of your hips, before hooking beneath your knees.

“You smell ripe,” he growls. You tried to kick away the overgrown lizard man but his strength was far stronger. He spreads your thighs and gazes upon your bare mound like the most appetizing dessert.

His tongue is rough, relentless, dragging over every inch of you as if you were sacred, as if you were the last thing he’d ever taste. His claws dig into your flesh, not to hurt, but to hold, to worship, to brand himself into your skin.

You gasp, fingers twisting in his wild white hair, tugging just enough to make him snarl against you but he doesn’t stop.

He devours.

Because you are his mate, his queen, the mother of his hatchlings.

And he will never let you forget it.

The twins are asleep in the next chamber. Sylus does not care. He will lick you silent if you dare wake them

His twin lengths are already dripping, swollen and impatient against the furs as he pins you beneath him, his rough tongue still working you open, tasting every shudder, every whimper you try to stifle.

"Your taste alone has me aching," he snarls against your thigh, his red eyes burning like molten fire as he drags his claws down your stomach.

You whine, hips arching off the nest, but Sylus doesn't grant mercy.

Instead, he grips his cocks in one scaled hand, dragging the slickened tips up your soaked slit, coating himself in your arousal before shoving both inside at once.

You cry out, back bowing as he stretches you impossibly wide, his growl vibrating through your bones as he begins to rut. He is so deep. The cocks are punishing and relentless. The furs beneath you rip under his claws, the nest collapsing into disarray as he fucks you like a man starved, like he’ll die if he doesn’t breed you full all over again.

His wings block out the firelight, his tail coiled around your ankle, holding you open, taking you deeper, harder. He wants to fill you until all you know is him, his scent, his heat, the way his cocks twitch inside you as he roars his release.

And when he finally stills, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath ragged….He's already hardening again.

His knot swells thick and unrelenting, locking him inside you as his twin lengths pulse violently, filling you to the brim. You whimper, oversensitive and trembling, but Sylus doesn’t retreat. His scaled claws frame your face, his lips brushing yours. You remember the first time you taught him how to kiss, now he was obsessed.

"Perfect. So perfect for me."

His voice is rough with reverence, dripping with a feral kind of worship as his thumbs stroke your cheeks, his hips grinding deeper, forcing your body to accept every inch.

"My mate," he growls, tongue dragging over your pulse as you squirm beneath him. "My queen. My perfect, obedient little—"

His words cut off with a guttural groan as you clench around him, your body betraying you, greedily milking his cocks for every last drop. Sylus laughs before biting at your collarbone.

"Again," he demands. "Cum again. Prove to me how well you take your dragon."

And when you do, shaking, sobbing his name, he finally buries his face in your neck, his praise a ragged litany against your skin.

"Good. So good. Mine."

Despite his ferocious instincts, Sylus is a surprisingly gentle father.

You watch, mesmerized, as he carefully teaches the twins to control their flames, holding out his palm as they puff tiny breaths of smoke, his jeweled eyes crinkling with pride when they manage their first controlled spark.

Your daughter, ever bold, climbs his horns like a tree, giggling as he pretends to growl and shake her off, only to catch her with his tail when she slips.

Your son, quieter but just as stubborn, naps curled against his scaled chest, Sylus’s claws tracing slow, protective circles on his back, the dragon equivalent of a lullaby.

You learn quickly that dragons raise their young with equal parts discipline and devotion.

Sylus burns away impurities from their food before letting them eat. He grooms their tiny wings with meticulous care, nipping at the membranes to strengthen them. And when they fuss? He rumbles deep in his chest, a sound so soothing it puts them to sleep instantly.

But the sweetest moment comes at dusk, when Sylus gathers them both against his chest, his wings forming a protective canopy as he murmurs stories in that ancient, guttural tongue.

His voice is softer than firelight.

His love, fiercer than any dragon’s flame.

Each morning, Sylus wakes the twins by nuzzling their foreheads with his snout, a low, rumbling purr vibrating through their nest of furs. He teaches them with infinite patience, how to retract their claws before touching your human-soft skin, how to fold their wings just right so they don’t knock over your favorite vase (again).

But the most sacred ritual? Hunting lessons.

Sylus takes them to the meadow’s edge, his massive shadow swallowing theirs as he demonstrates how to stalk, how to pounce.

Your daughter leaps too soon, tumbling snout-first into the grass. Sylus chuffs, nudging her up with his tail. "Up," he murmurs. "Dragons do not surrender."

Your son watches, sharp-eyed, before copying Sylus’s movements perfectly. Until his tail betrays him, sending him sprawling. Sylus licks his bruised knee, and the wound seals over in seconds.

That night, as the twins sleep piled atop his back, Sylus traces the curve of your hip with his claws and whispers.

"They will be stronger than me."

You kiss his palm. "And just as kind."

The twins are still young, too young to understand that humans are delicate, fragile creatures, so easily broken.

Your son finds a dead rat in the village, and when you try to take it from him, he bites your arm on reflex. His teeth are still small, still blunt, but the wound gushes blood just the same.

The moment his tiny fangs pierce your skin, your son freezes.

Blood—your blood—drips onto his lips, and his eyes widen in horror, pupils shrinking to thin, terrified slits. He releases the rat instantly, his tiny body trembling as he backs away, wings tucked tight against his spine.

A whimper escapes him before he bolts, scrambling into the shadows of the lair, his claws scrabbling against stone.

Sylus is there in an instant, his nostrils flaring at the scent of your blood, his growl shaking the walls.

But you’re already moving, clutching your arm as you chase after your son.

You find him curled into a trembling ball beneath a pile of furs, his face buried in his claws, his breaths coming in shallow, panicked hitches.

“I—I didn’t—!” His voice is broken, barely audible.

You kneel beside him, pulling him into your lap despite his resistance, pressing your forehead to his.

“I know,” you murmur. “I know, little flame. It was an accident.”

Sylus stalks over and your son tries to shy away. Hierarchy demands it, but Sylus had not held his children to the old ways. Not when their mother had been born of flesh instead of fire.

“Dragons…” Sylus says, voice low, solemn, “-protect what they love. Remember this.”

And when your son presses his face into your shoulder, his tears scalding against your skin, Sylus licks the wound closed, his tongue warm, healing.

The years pass with screeches and long nights and many, many learning curves.

The lair feels too quiet now.

Your twins, no longer hatchlings, but striking young drakes, have claimed their own corners of the mountain. Your daughter’s hoard glitters with stolen armor and river-polished gemstones; your son’s nest is lined with maps and battle strategies. They visit often, but their wings carry them farther each time, their voices deepening into roars that echo across the cliffs.

And you?

Time has painted silver streaks in your hair, etched laughter lines at your eyes, and gifted your bones with aches Sylus can scent on you before you even grimace.

Yet when he looks at you, his mate, his queen, his eyes still burn with the same love and devotion as the day he first claimed you.

Tonight, he finds you rubbing your stiff knees by the fire, his massive frame blocking the draft as he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the rebuilt nest. The one just for two.

“Still the most beautiful creature in this mountain,” he murmurs, nuzzling the curve of your neck, his tongue warm as it glides over your pulse. His claws trace your wrinkles like treasures, your scars like victories.

When you laugh, a sound he has memorized in every decade of its evolution, he steals it with a kiss, his tail coiling around your waist.

The twins may have outgrown the nest.

But Sylus?

He will never outgrow you.

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[stonedxia]

❕cw: piss kink, degradation

⭑.ᐟ

caleb has an instinctual need to mark his territory. always just fucking wants her— anywhere at any given time.

she can sense it coming from a mile away, that desire that tugs on his heart. the taste of the air changes, much like when rain is approaching on a hot summer afternoon. it sits heavy on the tongue.

right now, he has her spread open onto the hood of his car in the garage, door still open and just begging for someone to come and see his defiling of her. dares them to.

it shakes the car back and forth with every time he buries his aching cock inside of her, juices slobbering around their connection. just how it likes it. messy. filthy.

he requires it to be dirty, like an animal. needs to pull her stitches out one by one until she’s coming apart at the seams.

he’s urinating inside, full stream charging straight into her and she can’t turn the tide as he pins her there. her cries are loud and murderous, ankles pressing him even deeper as they lock behind his lower back. can even feel his muscles work under her bare heels.

“shh. just let it take.”

she’s muffled by his palm clasping over her mouth, panting as he rubs her clit torturously. her hips are rolling to create more friction as he pounds his piss into her. warm liquid rains out, the front of his car absolutely disgusting.

“aaah shit, feel that? going so deep into this stomach. feels so fucking good, pips. gonna cum…”

and he does, within the depths of her being. every iota of her is soaked in his fluids.

she whines with her mouth slack open, choking as he wraps his fingers around her neck and yanks it at an angle to where he can spit into her mouth real good. she creams around his dick when the glob of his saliva hits the back of her throat. screaming doesn’t capture just how loud she’s moaning his name.

“fucking slut. such a good toilet for gege, yeah? god dammit, i love you.” he keeps slamming himself in and out, her pussy wringing out what's left of what his bladder and balls can give.

violation equals perfection.

[kissandtellus]

‘Say Ahhhhh’! : Caleb x Crybaby Reader

Synopsis: Caleb punishes his poor Pips after she hides her lollipops, going against the Dentist orders:( IB: this link on X

Warnings: Smut, Use of ‘Gege’, Slight dumbification, description of dentist, reader is a crybaby.

A/n: Wow yall, thanks for being patient with me. I have two commissions being posted tonight as well. Thank you for all of your kind messages!

You weren’t supposed to have sweets.

The dentist who had filled in your cavity reprimanded you harshly. Caleb had heard the whole thing. Of course he had. He had been the one to hold your hand the entire time from the numbing needle to the shrill sound of the drill.

So when he found the hidden stash of lollipops in your panty drawer, oh he was mad.

“Nu uh Pips. Keep ‘em up.” Caleb pulls the sucker from his mouth. All pretty n’ pink. Before he trails it over your throbbing clit.

The lollipop is obscenely slick when he finally pulls it from between his lips. Your eyes widening as he trails it down, brushing over your clit, then teasing at your entrance, just the tip. You clench around nothing, your hands fisting in the sheets. You are just begging for him to fill you, but Caleb’s in no rush.

"Already drenched in sugar and you haven't even had your second treat."

You whine, covering your face with trembling hands to hide your embarrassment. A failed attempt really.

“Shh, shh—don't tense up on me now Pips," Caleb teases, his other hand pinning your hips to the mattress as he slowly presses the candy into your fluttering entrance. The cold, sticky sweetness of the lollipop makes you gasp. It’s rigid, sugary surface an oozing into the desperate heat of your cunt.

“Look at that," he laughs, twisting the stick between his fingers just to watch your body jerk. “All that pretty, slick lil’ pussy... looks good enough to eat."

The sugar dissolves against your walls, melting into the mess he’s already worked you into.

You gasp and your legs try to jerk close. “M-mm sorry Gege! I just-I didn’t mean-“ you hiccup. Your big, pretty watery eyes looking down at him between your thighs.

“Aw, Pipsqueak.” Caleb tsks, his grip keeps your thighs spread wide as he pulls the lollipop out with a filthy, wet pop. His thumb replaces it instantly, rubbing slow circles over your oversensitive clit. His other hand holds the sticky candy up between you, still glistening with your juices.

“You 'didn’t mean to'... what?" he challenges, eyebrow quirked up. He taps the lollipop against your bottom lip. “Steal from the candy bowl? Hide these in the drawer? Or—" He pushes the sucker between your wobbly lower lip. "—lie to your Gege?"

The dentist never warned you about this kind of cavity.

Something in his voice makes your stomach flip.

You choke back a whine and wipe at your eyes with balled up fists. Your tongue is now the color of the lollipop, stained from the artificial coloring. "B-but Gege, I wasn't bad—I just—"

“Just what, hm?" he questions, his tongue flattening against the half-dissolved sucker now. "Just thought I wouldn’t notice?" He cleans your left over slick with a single swipe of his tongue. "Just thought you could sneak one past me?"

You squirm, your voice quiet and pleading. Just like when Gran scolded you for raiding the pantry, back when Caleb would swoop in with a wink and smuggle you an extra piece of tanghulu anyway.

“I swear I was gonna brush twice AND floss!" you babble, eyes wide and watery. “I just—I missed the taste- and-and you were gone for a mission and—"

Caleb. Always the softie, simply ruffled your hair, and trailed the sucker back between the sticky mess between your thighs. The first push back inside faced no resistance. His wrist flicked faster, thrusting the lollipop in and out of your pussy. The sticky mess foamed, creating a sugary sweet pool of Caleb’s wet dream at the cleft of your ass.

You couldn’t escape his punishment. You only cry, hips gyrating to fill that hole in your tummy only Caleb could fill.

Just like a cavity.

“Too late, Pipsqueak," he chuckles, grabbing at your bottom jaw to pry open your mouth. "Now say aaaah~.”

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[xiaprint]

heaven on earth

caleb x femreader | minor intoxication, size kink, caleb and his stupidly fat cock, pain mention, unprotected sex | minors dni

caleb liked to think that he had a good head on his shoulders.

he graduated top of his class, gave the valedictorian speech in both high school and the flight academy. liked by his peers, active in clubs and athletics— no one ever had a bad thing to say about him. there was a natural charisma to him that plenty were drawn to, ladies attracted like moths to a flame. good grades, built body, handsome smile. the entire package.

even if he did have everything, he never went out of his way to boast. he preferred to be humble and gracious, never one to take anything for granted. his job, his colleagues, his finances were all thanks to hard work and sacrifice.

this general label of golden boy fit him well. he couldn’t deny that he was, all things considered, a pretty decent guy. respectful and earnest, his drive was all for you. you’ve had a keen eye, could sniff out the bad in everyone. you’d be the first to get in his ear when he’d bring a new friend around, warning him that the people he surrounded himself with were bad news. a lot of his good decisions were influenced by you.

everyone had their faults. caleb, as perfect as he may seem on the surface, had a pretty sick obsession with watching your tight pussy struggle to swallow up a big cock.

tonight was one of those nights where you stumbled into the shared place, house keys slammed clumsily into the small glass bowl right inside of the front door. caleb could hear your grumbles from his bedroom, door cracked slightly to welcome you in. another voice was heard, likely one of your friends that brought you home, before the front door clicked shut. he was sure you’d be crawling your way into his bed in a minute’s time, always did when you had too much to drink at work dinner parties.

soft giggles could be heard as you abandoned your heels in front of the entryway, caleb’s observant ears perking up at the clatter. you always made him pick up after you, an old habit that truly never seemed to die.

you popped your head in through the door, just like he knew you would. giving him the sweetest smile, hiccuping over the small greeting you cooed his way. caleb always felt such an intensified need to hold you and coddle you when you were like this, the same guy who stuck to you like glue during your first legal birthday. he had you on his arm that entire night, refused to let you do so much as use the bathroom on your own.

he’s the first thing you seek when you’re inebriated like this, fuzzy and disoriented, desperate for a warm body to cling to. his scent sticks out like a sore thumb, enough to find him in a crowd full of people. it’s crisp and clean yet holds the type of musk and spice that makes you wanna stuff your face right into his collar.

“there’s my girl,” he hums, knowing smirk settled on his lips as he sits up with his head against the wooden headboard. a laugh dies in his throat with the way you trudge over, feet dragging against his floorboards just to reach his side a few moments later. a strong arm catches your waist, tugging you swiftly to sit pretty in his lap. “oh, you smell potent.”

“sounds like a bad thing,” you mumble and he can practically hear the pout in your tone, chuckling to himself when he realizes that he offended you. his cheek presses into your hair as you settle down, feet wrapped up under his ankles, back reclined fully against his chest for support.

big hands run up and down your thighs lovingly, a gentle touch that isn’t meant to lead further. it’s more of an effort to ground you, one shifting up to catch your head as it flops to the side.

“yeah, that’s not what i meant,” a dry snort leaves caleb’s lips, gentle in the way he leads your face to rest against his own. cheek to cheek, nuzzling into his warmth like you were freezing cold. the domesticity of it all melts him from the inside out, still finding it hard to believe that the two of you are finally rooming together once more after reuniting.

it’s been an adjustment, learning how to live with one another all over again. you had forgotten how much he nags in the mornings and he had forgotten how disorganized you can be, experiencing lovers quarrels at least once a day. moments like these make it more than worth it, being able to hold you when you’re most vulnerable.

a soft hiccup leaves your lips, dragging him from his reminiscing.

“how was the company dinner?” he hums in that quiet voice of his, considerate of the late hour and how your mind is likely taking several extra seconds to process a simple question.

you think long and hard, something that pulls another huff of amusement from his lips. it’s a struggle to focus when his hands fiddle with the lace of your skirt, when they smooth over the fat of your thighs. all of the absent touches were part of caleb’s personality, a handsy guy through and through. he never realizes what he’s doing until he’s taken it far beyond repair, just like now.

he catches the way you stare at his fingers, experimental with how he squeezes the flesh of your thigh. your lashes flutter at the sight, gaze trailing slowly over the curve of his knuckles. his thumb caresses the skin, purple eyes shining with mischief when you pick your attention up just to catch him staring right back at you.

“well?”

“it was good,” you mumble, slurring over the fast and forced response. there wasn’t much to note, just having indulged in one too many fancy mixed drinks that were all on the association’s tab. they worked you to the bone so abusing the credit limit only felt right. it was merely compensation for your unmedicated stress and constant achy shoulders.

“well, i’m glad you had a good time.” caleb leans to whisper against the shell of your ear, touch drifting north to creep under the hem of your fluffy skirt. his fingers knead, play with your skin like dough, pulling and jiggling.

he knew the second you left that it would end like this, really. it was almost routine to welcome you back from a night out with some kisses and some love, to ease your hazy mind with pleasure. you were dressed to kill and he was your usual victim, unable to help himself from staring down into the dip of your low cut top.

“let’s get you out of this,” he murmurs in suggestion with a sweet kiss to your earlobe, patting your hip in favor of guiding you to lift. you do, albeit sluggish and half-assed, caleb only able to shake his head and assist you. luckily, he was strong enough to make up for your lack of compliance, thumbs dipping into the waistband and dragging your skirt and panties down your legs in one fell swoop.

everything blurs the minute he turns your head with a big hand, placing a firm kiss on your glossed lips. the substance is tacky and sticky and he wouldn’t have it any other way, smearing the makeup with long pecks. your jaw slackens and welcomes his insistent tongue, tasting you from teeth to cheek to tongue.

oh, how caleb loves to kiss.

it’s one of the loudest forms of intimacy, a special way of many to indulge in his heaven on earth. you always moan so pretty when he kisses you, this time no different. properly sat with your ass on top of his bulge, he has the leeway to touch. one hand groping your breast through the thin top, the other guiding his cock out of his loose sweats. this is how he liked you best.

your pussy was drooling for attention, slinky strings of your arousal sticking to his tip everytime he slapped it against your clit. each hit had you jolting, whines spilling from your lips into his own. it was filthy, the way you could feel your swollen bud pulse with need that caleb was keeping just barely out of reach. bucking your hips only helped so much, whines following when he failed to give you what you wanted most.

“sit still so i can fill you, baby,” caleb whispers against your heated skin, smiling to himself at the way you nod your head in lazy acceptance. a hiss leaves him as soon as the tip disappears between your folds, breaking that resistance with a lewd pop. you gush around him, the cum oozing out of the head smearing along your walls when he slowly pushes it in.

you choke on your heavy breaths, his cue to take things slower. soft kisses find their way down the length of your neck, careful to rub a soothing hand along your thigh, the first to jump at comforting you. getting you used to his size was a learning process but the patience has paid off, your pussy all the more accepting each time he dives into you.

“look at that,” he whispers, winded as he tilts your face down to peer at where you’re connected. it’s a sloppy mess between your thighs, poor lips puffed and battered. they hug his fat shaft, sheening him in a clear layer of gloss. “remember when you couldn’t fit all of me? felt like a monster when i made you cry and push me away.”

the reminder coaxes you to shiver, thighs shaking as you struggle to keep position, the balls of your feet planted on the duvet below you. “now look at you. slides right in, doesn’t it? you worked so hard for it so now you can take it.”

take it, you do. he helps you with two strong hands steady on the curve of your waist, fucking you on his dick with greed. the pace quickly escalates from careful to selfish, sweat gathering at caleb’s brow. the force of his hips clapping up into your ass has tears gathering in your eyes, gasping for air as he bullies his length into your sore cunt.

strings of your slick stick to his dick, snapping everytime you stray too far. they painted your thighs and his alike, a gooey mess that only worsened the more your hips smacked down against his.

“shit. i think she loves me,” a breathless laugh rings in your ears, almost mockingly. your eyebrows bow and furrow, little toes curling up. “does she? you think she likes bein’ all full and plugged like that?”

you muster a broken whimper in reply, back arching off of his chest when two digits slide against your neglected clit in sensual circles.

the sheer strength of the rhythm has your tits spilling out of your top, falling from your lowcut collar, the fabric slipping. there’s no chance that you’d be moving so consistently if it weren’t for his help, caleb doing all of the heavy lifting and hard work with his mean thrusts and his harsh tugs.

even with the cruel way he’s digging himself up into you, he’s so very sweet. attentive eyes all on your face, lips smearing each open area of skin with kisses and bites. his grunts fill your ears like honey, leaky pussy making a mess that streams all down his balls.

“can’t get enough,” he pants, damp forehead pressed into your shoulder blade, hyper-focused on fucking up into you. his cock has a delicious curve that molds inside of you, hitting depths that nobody else could dream of. it almost aches, your squeaks and squeals bouncing off of his bedroom walls. “i’m all yours. i’ve always been all yours. say it. this cock is all yours, yeah?”

“mhm!” you sputter back, barely there, brain muddled with sex and sensation that drowns you.

“mhmmm,” he groans back in reply like a reflex, one of his palms smacking the side of your ass with a gentle slap. “all you. got the prettiest girl in the world bouncin’ on me, fuck.”

his words are strained with the effort to prolong his orgasm, eager to indulge in the first time you managed to take his cock without a break. you were finally filled to the brim, could take him without needing to tap out or cry in a way that wounded him. your walls are too greedy for him, caleb far too weak to the way your pussy begs for a fill.

he doesn’t get the chance to warn you, thick arms wrapping around you as cum pumps up into your cunt. hot and thick, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. you feel him twitch, the sensation alone aiding you in your own release. sweat and sex fills the hot air, the last braincell caleb has left yelling at him to pull out and give your poor pussy a rest.

“doesn’t hurt, right?” worry fills his quiet tone, soft pants leaving his lips. he angles his head forward, peeking over your shoulder to get a good look at your face, pleased to find pure bliss instead of a grimace this time around.

[tojispetbunny]

ᕱᕱ ྀི toji x bunny!female reader

“i’m not keeping her, shiu.” toji glared at the small bunny hybrid beside the tall smirking man, his mustache twitching.

“oh, come on. just until i can find someone that wants her.” his finger twirled a strand of your hair, your eyes stuck on toji like he was the big bad wolf. “you know i travel too much or i would’ve taken her.”

toji gritted his teeth, his narrowed emerald eyes searching yours. finally, he growled. “better be soon.”

“relax, you’ll barely even know she’s here.” shiu smirked before stepping back towards the door.

“where are you going?” toji asked, trying to hide his panicked tone.

“to my flight?” shiu’s smirk grew even more, opening the door. “i’ll text you when i land.”

“i don’t give a fuck about that-.” toji started, but the slamming of the door ends the conversation.

toji looked back at you, his lip curled with annoyance. “you better eat what i give you. i don’t do any frufru requests.”

you nodded quietly, your wide eyes still fixed on him.

he started to notice that your eyes were a hauntingly beautiful color, something he swore he saw in his dreams before. a blush covered his cheeks, making him look away.

“you can sleep on the couch.”

you nodded again before asking barely above a whisper.

“i-is my bag-.”

“speak up.” toji snapped over his heavy steps, his large frame disappearing through the doorframe to the kitchen.

you trembled at his harsh tone, your bunny ears pressed flat against your head. you lugged your bag before shouting a bit louder though your voice shakes.

“can i unpack stuff in the living room?”

toji clenched his jaw. he didn’t like that he was sharing space. he wanted his private space back where he didn’t need to be concerned with what this brat wanted.

“what. stuff.” toji turned his head to look over his shoulder with a daggering stare at you standing in the doorway.

“m-my clothes and toiletries..”

“keep your clothes in your bag and the bathroom’s in the bedroom.” he forced out, slowly accepting his fate.

he heard a whisper of acknowledgement before the soft patter of your feet left the kitchen.

he stayed silent, listening for anything else from you, before his hands opened a cabinet door. he fumbled with the pots, muttering under his breath as he analyzed which one of them was adequate.

as he cooked, he heard those damn footsteps, just barely heard among the sizzling of vegetables in the pan.

and then your presence.. the smell of your vanilla-scented perfume, the way your warmth seemes to radiate, making his armhairs stand up.. but when he looked you were a few feet away, glancing from the food to him.

“what do you want?” he asked gruffly before dragging his eyes away from yours.

“nothing..-“

“then why are you here? don’t you want to rest your pretty little feet on the couch?” he scoffed, mixing the vegetables again and making the room even stuffier.

“i.. i don’t want to be alone.” you said quietly, your eyes focusing on his hand gripping the spatula.

he glanced at you again, his eyes narrowing, before studying the browning zuchinni and onions. “you cling to shiu all the time like this?”

when you nod, he exhaled for a good length of time through his nose. he muttered. “how’d you cling to him?”

you blushed at his question before mumbling. “well.. i’d follow him around and he would let me stand by his side..”

you slid your hands along the edge of the counter, avoiding eye contact.

toji’s irritation grew again, knowing you were not saying everything, and asked sharply. “and what else?”

“i’d sleep with him.” you blurted out of fear at his tone.

toji rolled his eyes.

of course he’d let you do that.

toji didn’t say anything for a moment before reaching for you and pulling you close to his side, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. he grumbled.

“yer not sleepin’ with me. but i know you bunnies need some heat.”

you softened at the contact, relaxing almost immediately at the feeling of his strong muscles against you. you tucked yourself into his side before continuing to watch him cook.

while toji continued to be cold towards you, he couldn’t help the small feeling of contentment at you almost nuzzling into him. it made him feel.. needed.

—-

as the days go on, toji found himself drawn to you. when he gets home from work, he still went past you with a grunt even as you greet him at the door, but now he had been letting his hand brush against your arm. sometimes, intentionally pressing a knuckle briefly across your skin.

when you reach for something high, instead of watching you struggle, he would come up behind you, saying an insult under his breath and grabbing whatever you were reaching for. his body would barely graze against yours, but he happened to notice how perfectly your body would fit against his.

he also knew each meaning of your body language.

if you were hungry: lays pathetically on the couch

if your tail was fluffed up: you were anxious or excited about something

and if your ears were limp against your head… you were relaxed.

recently your ears have been hanging against your head, like it was apart of your hair at this point.

at this realization, toji felt a pang in his heart, the dream of shiu finding another person for you now felt like a nightmare.

what if they didn’t keep you safe like he did? what if they don’t know you like he does?

his thoughts were snapped by a thunder following a flash of lighting and then the lights went out. he sat up in his bed with a groan, the sheets slipping off his bare torso.

toji rubbed a hand down his face, trying to clear the fogginess in his brain, before swinging his legs over the mattress and standing on the floor. he slipped sweatpants over his boxers before another lighting turned the apartment white and then dark again.

he then looked up and jumped back at a dark figure shaking, snapping.

“jesus!”

he released a soft breath of relief when his eyes adjusted and recognized your wide eyes meeting his.

“fuck, say somethin’ next time.” he huffed out, placing a hand on the side of your cheek.

“i-i’m sorry. i..” you trailed off before nuzzling into his hand. “i got scared.”

his heartbeat quickened at your cheek rubbing against his hand, causing him to grip your face a bit tighter. his voice was strained as he replied.

“‘m gonna find a candle until the power’s back on.” he brushed a thumb against your cheek before letting it fall to his side and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. he turned on the flashlight function, the bright light illuminating the dark space around them before going towards the kitchen.

his heavier steps mixed with your softer ones, fueling that need to keep you secure. he felt his teeth grind against each other, hard enough that he thought he might break a tooth. this feeling was taboo to him.

he finally grabbed the lavender scented candle off of the cool counter, his hand unnecessarily holding onto it as though it was going to fall.

then another thunder shook the walls and he looked to see you jumping near him, your tail fluffed out. your eyes darted around the apartment, looking for a thunder to magically take form and come running at you. his chest felt tight when he felt your body almost vibrating against his.

“bunny. relax.” he muttered before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to his side. “just gotta grab the lighter.”

the intertwined bodies moved around the kitchen as he rummaged through the drawers for the lighter.

your breath finally began to steady, though your heart continued to race. you were acutely aware of the way his bulging, bare pecs were practically in your face and it didn’t help when toji tugged you along throughout the room with your face almost pressing against it.

you could still smell the soap on him from his nightly shower from earlier, the scent washing a sense of calmness over you. you wished you could just bury yourself into it, coating yourself in his scent-.

“fuckin’ finally.”

at last, he found the lighter before still holding you close to his side as he led the way back to his bedroom.

you tentatively wrapped your arms around his waist as they walked, imagining yourself excusing it as a way to steady yourself.

but toji didn’t make a sound, following the lit pathway of his phone’s flashlight.

you still clung to him as he set the candle down on the nightstand, now rubbing your side absentmindedly.

your mind was spinning, almost completely forgetting about the rain pounding against the window. you could feel his fingers tracing each bone of your ribcage, even through your sweatshirt. it was a slow, lingering pattern, like he was memorizing it for a test.

the wick finally casted a warm color over the room and toji turned off his flashlight. he looked over at you, his eyes searching your face briefly until he scooped you into his arms.

time slowed for a moment, your nose almost brushing against his before he tossed you into the mattress. you yelped as you landed with an ‘oof.’

“sleep here tonight. storm’s gonna last until tomorrow.” he muttered, climbing in after you.

he pulled the blankets over both of you, making sure you’re tucked in and it’s not because he knows you get cold easily. he then shifts so his back is to her with a muttered goodnight.

his eyes flew open at the feeling of cold hands travelling over his abdomen, the muscles flexing in reflex.

“what are you doing?” he asked with exasperation, but there was a hint of breathiness in his voice.

“i just want to be closer..” you murmured, your lips brushing against his back after wrapping your arms more around him.

the silence stretched between them was filled with the continued storm raging outside, the lighting adding to the tension.

“did.. you do this with shiu?” he whispered hoarsely, still looking straight ahead.

you nuzzled into his back before whispering.

“no.”

“no?” he repeated in disbelief, shifting to sit up and out of your grip. “really?”

you pulled your arms away to stare up at him with confusion. “what?”

“i just-.” he gnawed his teeth before spitting out. “you’re so clingy.”

he didn’t mean it to be insulting, but he didn’t know how to handle these emotions swirling inside of him. the ones that make him feel like he could hold you forever if you’d let him.

your eyebrows raised at his rough words before mumbling and looking away. “well, you said it yourself.. bunnies need some warmth.”

you busied yourself with tracing the crevices of the blanket before lifting your head and meeting toji’s lips.

your eyebrows lifted with surprise before your eyes fluttered closed, opening your mouth for him willingly. he held your jaw, keeping your head still, even though you already were barely moving.

he kissed you sloppily, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip before slipping it inside your mouth, the wet pink muscle tangling with yours. his hand moved and threaded through your hair, almost groaning at how soft your strands were. by the way he was holding the back of your head, he was desperate.

his fingers gently scraped against your scalp, his grip restraining.

when he pulls away with a suck of your swollen bottom lip, he breathed haavily against your lips. his eyes opened to meet yours, seeing the reflected need in your eyes.

“how’s that for warmth?” he whispered, the mocking tone sounding weak in his voice.

you smiled slightly before nodding. you closed the distance again with a softer and slower kiss, this time savoring the taste of his mouth. you loved the way your salivas mixed together, the sliminess coating your tongues even more.

you moaned softly, him easily swallowing it up as he continued to grind his hips against yours. you could feel the large bulge through his and yours sweatpants, increasing your excitement.

he broke the kiss to nip along your jawline before licking along the column of your throat. your eyes looked up to the ceiling, willing yourself to not give in so easily.

“what you want, bun?” toji’s breath grazed your skin, his hips rolling teasingly. you were losing your mind at not getting any friction with these clothes still on. “still need more warmth?”

you shivered as he travelled a hand up your sweatshirt and rubbed his palm over your stomach.

“i-i- umm.”

your mind was a complete mess, almost forgetting his question due to being more distracted by his hand moving out from your sweatshirt.

“i- oh!” you whimpered, arching at his hand fondling your bunny tail.

“didn’t answer my question.” his teeth sank into your neck to create a lovebite. the fur oozed out between his fingers as he molded it. “what do you want? tell me.”

you wriggled underneath his large body covering yours along with his mouth painting your skin and his hand now obsessed with your tail.

you mustered through the haziness. “you.. i want you, daddy.”

daddy? that’s.. different. he smirked at the title, not used to it, but he wasn’t going to complain.

“yea? i’ll take care of my good bunny. daddy’s got you.” he mumbled at the collar of your sweatshirt.

he pushed the fabric up to reveal your bare body underneath, his eyes glinting at the sight once he pulled back.

“beautiful.” he whispered as he breathed over your hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth.

his tongue swirled around it, sucking and nipping, while his hand worked the other breast. he squeezed it like something really was supposed to come out. your half-lidded eyes observed at him lavishing attention to your tits, watching him alternate between them. your lips were parted in silent moans, continuously shifting. his hand that was playing with your tail moved to your hip, keeping you from moving too much. he released the nipple he was working on with a soft pop, your breasts glistening with saliva.

“i can’t take care of fidgety girls, right?” he asked after blowing air on the reddened nipple to make it perk.

you whined in response, wondering if you stop being so pathetic, but fuck it. you’ve been secretly daydreaming this guy to fuck you dumb ever since you’ve been here and if being needy gets him going, then so be it.

“daddy.. i need more-!”

you make a noise at him yanking down your bottoms including your panties and throwing them to the side. he groaned at the sight of your folds slick with arousal, swiping two digits against the slit.

“need a taste, baby. you got juice to spare.” he teased, licking off the milky substance from his fingers and letting out a moan.

“gods… so sweet, bun. could just do this for the rest of the night.”

he then leaned down, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them apart to make space for his head. his nose nudges the slit before swiping his tongue along it, the fluids seeping onto it.

“ahh, daddy..” you moaned, your fingers running through his raven hair.

he grunted against your soaking cunt before working his tongue with fervor. his tongue searched deeper, wanting the taste the best flavors that you could offer. his hands gripped your hips, keeping you from moving too much as you cried and whimpered.

when his nose began to rub against your clit, you almost lost it right then and there. your eyes had rolled back, your hips unconsciously grinding against his mouth and nose.

“bun..” he moaned, allowing you to take what you need for the time being. he pressed his face more into you, helping you get the pleasure you needed.

at the sound of your quickened pants, he pulled back with a suck to your clit before you could find release.

“finishing you off another way, baby.” he murmured, sitting back on his knees and tugging off his sweatpants and boxers.

you almost came at the sight of his swollen, veiny cock, the pink head pulsing with pre-cum. it was huge, which made you clench your thighs and hide toji’s meal.

“d-daddy, i don’t know if it will-.”

“it will.” he said with reassurance, already parting your thighs like the red sea, his eyes fixated on you like you were the way to salvation. he rubbed your thighs reverently, guiding them to wrap around his waist while his chest hovered above yours.

he positioned his cock, rubbing it through the folds before pushing himself in slowly. inch by inch.

your toes curled and you immediately dug your fingernails into his shoulders.

“ahhhh! ohhh.. daddy..”

“c’mon, keep doin’ those deep breathes for me.” he grunted out, your walls clenching around him already working him up. “deeep breathes.”

you followed his soothing voice, taking deep, shaky breathes as you watch his fat cock sink into you until it was gone. it stretched you like never before, the pleasure almost unbearable.

“all good?” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours.

“mhm.” you managed before he gave you a soft, brief kiss as he slowly moved his hips.

you broke the kiss, feeling like the air was leaving you at each thrust. you could feel the veins dragging along your channel, making your head fall back onto the pillow.

his lips attacked your neck, littering more marks across the skin. his thrusts picked up the pace, the slapping of skin mixing with the rain pattering outside.

“you feel- hngh.. so fuckin’ good, goddamn..” he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he moved even faster, his hips rolling almost effortlessly.

tears brimmed the edge of your eyes as he drove himself deeper into you, your voice breaking with each cry.

“i’m so close- ngh! pleas-please, oh, gods, please, daddy!”

he growled at your begging, adjusting your legs to press almost against your chest so he can hit your cervix perfectly.

he spoke over your screams of ecstasy. “come on my fuckin’ cock. come on, bunny.”

and then you released, your body convulsing as you slicken his balls.

with your climax, he slammed his pelvis more into you, chasing after his high. your walls clenching around him made it easy, spilling his seed into you. his body trembled with the force of it, a low, guttural moan falling from his lips.

the ringing in their ears from their intense orgasms blocked out the ongoing rainstorm outside.

his arms unhooked your legs and wrapped around your waist, keeping his face buried in your neck. he panted against your skin while you gasped for air as you leaned your head on top of his.

his cock was nestled inside of you, still pulsing from the release. he could feel your body still twitching as well, his hands rubbing to help you steady yourself. once your body stopped shaking, he whispered.

“pullin’ out-.”

“no, no.” you quickly said, holding his wrists. you meet his eyes. “i want you to stay like that.”

he smirked, raising an eyebrow, but obeyed your command. “yea? need me to be that close?”

you nodded quietly before nuzzling your face into his now sweaty hair. he tilted his head into it, like he was the one wanting warmth.

he wanted to stay like this forever. he wanted to be this close to you, anytime you wanted him to be. he wanted to take care of you for everything you needed.

fuck finding a new person for you. he’s yours now.

ᕱᕱ ྀི

decided to add more context to how their relationship began after the last fanfic took off ^-^!! hope u guys like it!!

[tojispetbunny]

ᕱᕱ ྀི tiger!sukuna x cat!fem reader

sukuna missed you.

he had been sulking around your shared apartment for the entire day practically, distracting himself with mundane activities like fixing their bed that was already made.

you were out with your friends, celebrating your friend’s engagement which was a 24hr ordeal. and god knows what you were doing. he had overheard talks of clubbing and that made his ginger striped tail bristle.

nestled in your fading scent on their bed, he lifted his head immediately to the sound of the door unlocking and your heels being thrown to the floor. his ears perked, hearing you hum obnoxiously to a tune and he frowned.

you were very drunk.

you entered the room in your rumpled sundress, the skirt almost revealing the curve of your ass and your tits looking like it was about to burst. he gritted his teeth at the annoying sight, even if his dick was acting like a meerkat the way it shot up.

“you’re a mess.” he snapped as he sat up, his eyes trailing over your figure.

you giggled, not giving a shit about his frustration. “hi, kuna.”

you climbed into his lap despite his cussing before kissing him lazily on his lips.

he mumbled a protest against your mouth before melting into it. he could taste the saltiness of the margarita you always ordered, his tongue just barely swiping over the seam of your lips.

he stiffened when he caught an unfamiliar scent, one that really irked him. he pulled back a bit, his eyes glaring into yours.

“who was there?”

your tail wrapped around his, brushing your nose against his. “who?”

“who.” he repeated with a growl, nudging his nose against yours. “i smell a cheap cologne on you.”

“hey!” you then leaned back with narrowed eyes. “you accusin’ me of something?”

“no. but it’s disgusting.” he retorted, pushing you off of him onto your back.

you ‘oofed’ as you tumbled into the blankets and opened your arms for his large body covering yours. you complained, your voice strained from his weight.

“kuna, get off.”

he ignored your protests, rubbing his cheek against yours. his hands rubbed your sides, murmuring.

“shut up.”

you stilled, lying limp beneath him as you felt his face rub from your face to your neck. you shivered at his breath brushing against your skin, his intentions intimate.

he was scenting you.

he began pressing soft kisses to your neck as his face travelled against your skin. he whispered.

“missed you.”

“i missed you too.”

you widened your legs for him, accommodating his hips beginning to nestle there. your hands roamed up and down his bare back, sighing softly as his fangs grazed against your neck.

“so fuckin’ annoyin.” he growled, grinding his prominent bulge against your core as he lifted your dress more. “i wish i was there.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle before moaning at his nipping and lapping against your skin.

“‘m sorry.”

“really? sounds like you had fun.” he retorted, attempting to pull his face away, but your hand quickly held the back of his head.

“shhh… i missed you a lot.” you murmured into his ear. “my friends were complaining about how much i talked about you.”

he huffed, relaxing again at your soothing words. “yea?”

“mhm, kept saying how much you’d like this food or drink or club..” you nuzzled your cheek into his hair, feeling his short spiky pink strands rub against it. “can’t go anywhere without you.”

he grunted before burying his face in your chest, the supple flesh and your scent enveloping him. he mumbled. “then don’t.”

you softened at his petulant attitude, running your fingers gently through his hair and scratching just behind his right ear. you cooed. “my kuna missed me that much?”

he looked up from your breasts with a glare. “stop that.”

“what?” you purred.

he pressed open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts, mumbling against it. “bein’ a tease.”

goosebumps formed on your skin as you arched slightly into his show of affection. you whined softly, the alcohol and his touch stimulating your senses.

“kuna..”

he growled at his name falling from your lips, nipping a mark into your flesh. “what?”

“need you..” you slurred, still tipsy from the alcohol.

he groaned before slowing down his motions to soft pecks from your chest to your cheek. he mumbled. “no, you should sleep.”

you protested with a whimper, but it was muffled when sukuna used one hand to squeeze your cheeks into a fish-face.

he muttered sternly. “i’m not going to do anythin’ with you like this. not in the mood anyway.”

he settled down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back against his chest. he helped you unzip your dress and toss it to the side so that your bare bodies could be against each other. his tail wrapped around your thighs, keeping your warmth against him.

his tongue swiped over your ear lovingly before murmuring. “just sleep, huh? tomorrow mornin’ we can do somethin’.”

you gave a petulant whine before closing your eyes while your brain felt like it was morphing into something else due to the alcohol.

—

when the sun graced your face, you found sukuna already pressing soft kisses to your cheek. you groaned, his show of affection contrasting with your painful headache.

“kuna..” you mumbled, wrapping an arm around his neck to keep him close. “my head.”

“hurts?” he licked against your cheek. “shouldn’t have drank so much, dumbass.”

you whined at him bullying you. “help me.”

…

you should’ve been more specific.

“ah-! kuuunaaa-.” you moaned as he slammed into you from behind, watching your ass bounce against his pelvis and your tail flail wildly around. he snatched the fluffy striped tail, gripping it and using it as a rein.

“fuck the headache out yet?” he growled, his eyes blazing. “are you dumb yet?”

you whined out in response, your nails digging into the sheets. your sloppy cunt swallowed each thrust and you sobbed when you felt his knot begin to grow and stretch you out.

“c’mon, make a mess on my fuckin’ balls.” he snarled. “makin’ me wait all goddamn day and night for you to come back home wasted.”

you screamed out his name when you finally came, your walls spasming around his length and swallowing him deeper. he groaned as his chest pressed against your back, his hips stuttering as he finally found release. thick pulses of cum filled your cavern until it spewed out from your hole, creating a white ring around his softening cock.

you collapsed onto the bed, panting and repeating his name like a chant. he wrapped his arms around you, heavily breathing as well before flipping you to your side and spooning you, his dick still inside of you.

“don’t want you to go without me again.” he mumbled, lapping your sweat off your neck.

you humphed in response, holding his arms encircling you. you mumbled finally.

“don’t want to either.”

he purred at that, kissing your neck lovingly.

when he felt your body start vibrating, his ears twitched at the sound of their purring syncing together and filling the air.

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[softangelheart]

Yum

[indiewritesxoxo]

IT'S KNOT ME, IT'S YOU!

oh my god, they were roommates!

synopsis: you thought you were doing a good deed by taking in the biggest problem resident at the hybrid rescue you work for! but now you're stuck waking up to a six foot plus tiger hybrid who steals your panties and snores on your chest. good thing it's only temporary...right?

pairing: tiger hybrid!sukuna x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

content: mdni, smut smut smut!, porn with plot, hybrid au, he's got fuzzy ears and a tail, he's handsy and huge, oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected piv sex, knotting, mating bites, shower sex, sukuna packing a massive cock what else is new, creampie, degradation, dirty talk, possessive sukuna, mates

a/n: this was a commission for the lovely @stardust-sprinkler hehe <3 KUNA ART BY THE AMAZING @alukaforyou !

“Can you please come in? Sukuna’s…” 

Bitten another staff member? Clawed up their calves just because they brought him the wrong food while he was in heat? Threatened to slice one of the other hybrids in half? 

You’d gotten enough of these phone calls since you started working at your local hybrid rescue to take a guess at what would come out of your coworker’s mouth next, already rolling out of bed and rubbing your eyes as you flicked on your lamp, internally groaning and grumbling as you listened to the latest issues that always seemed to surround the most feral resident of the shelter. 

But still, twenty minutes later, you were pulling into the parking lot in pajama pants and a hoodie, shutting your car off and spinning your keys around your finger as you walked down the dimly-lit sidewalk, bracing yourself for whatever you’d find inside.

Shoko was standing by the front door, white vet’s coat swaying in the wind and a cigarette delicately placed between her lips as she puffed out a little ring of smoke. Nodding at you as you drew near, one corner of her mouth curling up all crooked before she plucked the cigarette back out, “Good luck.”

Great.

You already knew you’d need it.

It wasn’t like you knew when you took the job that you were basically signing up to play Sukuna whisperer – you hadn’t even wanted anything to do with the bulky beast that was technically still mostly human when you saw him through the thick one-sided glass during your initial interview. But from the first evening you shyly stepped into his room to feed him, anxiously glancing at his broad frame curled up in the corner while you offered him dinner and softly introduced yourself, he had given you a quick glance over and apparently decided you were the most tolerable staff member. 

There didn’t appear to be a rhyme or reason. 

He just picked you. 

A miracle, your boss said. Like you didn’t hear your coworkers whispering to each other that they were so glad it wasn’t them. 

The halls were empty, oddly quiet as your footsteps padded down various corridors, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum as you scanned your keycard to get through to the section that was reserved for the more…wild hybrid variants. Bears, wolves, snow leopards, not your typical bunny or cat most people would choose to take home. These days, some hybrids even lived and worked on their own, had the same rights as humans. 

But a few couldn’t help their more, ah, animalistic instincts. 

With Sukuna? 

You couldn’t exactly tell what was his hybrid half and what was just his personality. 

Sighing as you found yourself standing outside his room, pausing to peek through the now cracked window, watching Sukuna sitting on his too-small bed, back against the concrete wall with his muscled arms folded across his chest, completely fucking naked as his furry ears bristled in irritation. 

He was attractive, annoyingly so, enough to remind you every time you saw him why the hybrid population kept increasing every year, but you as quick as the thought floated up, you shoved it back down. 

You knocked twice on the door before scanning your card again, peeking inside before stepping in, feeling his stare on you before you looked up at the man of the hour. Or well, tiger of the hour. 

“Took you long enough,” he tch-ed, a low growl escaping his throat as he sauntered to his feet. 

“What did you do this time?” You wryly asked, nose scrunching up as you let your eyes scan the rest of his room. Someone must have tried to toss some toys in, as if he was a cub instead of fully grown, the remains of a plush mouse scattered across the floor. 

“The blonde tried to bathe me,” he indignantly scoffed, head held proudly up. You were tempted to tell him that he had a perfectly good bathroom already attached to his room – complete with a shower and tub he could use to wash himself, if he wasn’t so high and mighty to insist on being babied. Or, according to his perspective, treated like the king of this place he frequently insisted he hated so much.

You exhaled, shutting your eyes for just a second to massage your temples in an attempt to stall the headache brewing behind them only to open them and find him standing six inches away. Looking down at you. 

“I told her you’re the only one that can touch me,” he muttered, low and almost lethal. His hand reached out to skim over your bicep, barely touching but still enough for you to feel the pressure behind his fingertips. “She sent in the fucking vet to try to sedate me.” 

“And how did that go?” You sarcastically asked, as if you didn’t have a pretty decent inkling. 

“Well, they called you, didn’t they?” He sharply retorted, cocking his head to the side, jaw clenched as you chewed on the inside of your cheek. 

He got what he wanted. 

And you got to scrub a ridiculously oversized man in a tub for twenty minutes while he complained about not having enough bath salts, rubbing a sponge over his ridiculously ripped back muscles as he muttered about how awful everyone else here was. Grumbling with gritted teeth while your hands ran over his spine, damp sleeves rolled up over your elbows as you traced shapes along his strong arms, his slightly musky scent still invading your nostrils no matter how much soap you used. 

It wasn’t bad, even if it was strong. 

All masculine and warm, whatever pheromones he was putting off having a funny effect on your head the longer you knelt so close to him, sighing as you reached into the water and pulled up the drain. 

“Bath time’s over,” you muttered softly, standing up and grabbing a thick towel to hold out for him, making a point to not look past the thick patch of his happy trail when he wrapped it around his waist, even if you couldn’t not notice the way his damp tail dripped water behind him after he got out. 

“Where are you goin’?” He growled when you started to walk back out, his claws poking out in protest as your hand paused just before you could scan your key card to get out.

“Home,” you muttered. “You better have some clothes on when I come back.” 

The shelter sure spent fucking enough on custom robes big enough to fit him. 

He snarled, two seconds from making a snide comment, but you slipped out before he could. 

You were ready to crawl back into your own bed, curl up and get some sleep, maybe message your boss before you passed out that you’d be a little late in the morning since you had to come in overnight. Let yourself get an extra hour or two of rest before you had to deal with him again. 

Except, uh, your boss was already waiting for you in the lobby, Yaga leaning back against the receptionist desk and grimacing at the fluorescent lights as you stopped and stared. 

“Is everything okay?” You blinked a few times, just for him to fix you in a solemn stare.

And still, while your brain scrambled to come up with a reason for him being here too, you didn’t expect what left his mouth now as he jutted his thumb in the direction you came from. 

“Do you think you could foster him?” 

No. No, there was no way-

Except, um, apparently, there was a way when they offered you a hefty bonus and a few days off, and Shoko slipped a strong sedative in his breakfast so you could transfer him from his room back to your place – which you promptly had to Sukuna proof. 

You expected him to throw a fit when he eventually woke up, to try and break through your front door and escape. 

But he just sniffed the air slowly before he even lazily opened up his dark eyes to glance around your apartment, a crooked smile curling up as he centered his stare on you. 

“So I’m your problem now?” 

Was it too late to take him back? 

Trade in your annoying tiger hybrid for a fluffy housecat? 

In your personal experience, all felines were funny in that they could listen perfectly fine – they just didn’t care. 

And Sukuna was no exception. 

Shredding your curtains when you went out without telling him, sinking his sharp teeth into your pillows after you made him floss between them, turning your couch into his personal little nest and dragging your clothes from your closet into it. Judging the comfort of your blankets and commenting on how boring it was being here, acting like he’d rather be back at the shelter as he ate half the food in your fridge in a few hours. 

He was insufferable and spoiled and a million other awful adjectives you could assign him, but it wasn’t totally terrible to come home from your shifts to someone warm. Who’d begrudgingly let you scratch behind his ears and stroke his pretty, pink hair. You took him to the park as much as you could, ignoring the pointed stares you’d receive and the people who muttered that he should have a muzzle on while he begrudgingly stayed by your side. 

It wasn’t like you had a backyard he could stretch his limbs or lounge in. 

And two months in, you hadn’t exactly envisioned starting off your mornings with fur in your mouth and the weight of a full-grown man on your chest, but you guessed there were worse things. 

You might even miss him when all this came to an end, which, according to the text message you woke up to from Yaga, might be sooner than you think. Some rich guy had apparently called asking about him, claiming he owned thirty acres of land he used to house exotic hybrids and wanted to add Sukuna to his collection. 

Now you just had to figure out how to tell him that he might have a new owner. 

You tried to sneak over to the bathroom after carefully extracting yourself from underneath him, bare feet padding out while you glanced over your shoulder at the slumbering mass in your bed, a little bit of drool leaking down his lips as he snored on your pillow. 

He almost looked peaceful like this. 

As if you hadn’t gotten back from work last night to discover a stash of your panties underneath the daybed he’d currently taken over in your spare room. And the, um, dried substance they seemed to be coated in you’d desperately been trying not to think too hard about. 

Okay, perhaps he was closer to a perverted roommate than a pet. 

But you couldn’t scrub out the guilt that seemed to cling to your skin in the shower, hot water running over your body as you sighed to yourself and debated on how you’d break the news when he had started to settle in here. 

At least there he’d be able to have the space he needed, time outdoors, probably better nutrition than what you could afford to keep in your fridge and pantry, even with the added provisions your work provided for him. He was about as antisocial as it came – but there might be other hybrids there that he could actually stand being around. Closer to his spot on the food chain instead of the other ones he usually sneered down at. 

His new owner might even treat him like the king he thought he was. 

The shower curtain was abruptly pulled back, your arm rushing to cover up your tits, but his eyes were just on yours, his sharp nose scrunched up in a familiar scowl as he grunted good morning, his clothes already stripped off as he stepped in after you. 

“What is your problem?” You huffed at him, but he just yawned, toothpaste stuck to his bottom lip as he reached past you to grab the bottle of specialty hybrid shampoo you bought for him. 

“Didn’t you tell me yesterday we have to conserve water or some shit?” He grunted, lathering up his hair like his rock hard dick wasn’t out and poking you in the thigh. 

“I didn’t mean-” You started to groan, lips pressed together in a flustered frown. Swallowing hard as you struggled to keep your stare somewhere appropriate. You’d like to pretend your relationship was entirely platonic. That it fit perfectly in the boundaries of what it was supposed to. 

Where the only spot of your heart he occupied was pure. That the growing intimacy you’d been ignoring was innocent. 

It was getting a lot fucking harder to believe it when he felt more and more like a person to you every day. More human. 

“You were takin’ too long,” he added, moving over to bump his hip into yours to start hogging the hot water for himself. 

You stepped back, goosebumps trailing down your arms once you were out of the stream, holding your breath as you debated on ripping the bandaid off while he was washing himself for once. 

“Someone wants to buy you,” you heard yourself say, unsure of what emotion it was in your voice as he suddenly went still, tail twitching as his shoulders straightened. “Um, adopt, I guess.” 

He turned his head, just barely, enough for you to catch his nasty side-eye and locked jaw. 

“That’s not fucking funny,” he growled. 

“Yaga texted me,” you continued, careful to keep your tone steady. “Said some guy with a ton of acres wants to take you in. Guess he like, collects rare-” 

“No.” 

“No?” You incredulously repeated. “You can’t just-” 

“I’m not going to be some fucking breeding stock for an asshole who wants to stick me in an enclosure,” he declared, your mouth hanging open at the wild assumption he jumped to just from a couple sentences. 

“Who said anything about breeding?” You gaped, eyebrows arching up as you stopped yourself from stomping your foot. 

“You’re delusional if you don’t think that’s the only reason someone would want a problem hybrid like me,” he half-glared at you, molars grinding as you tried to come up with a reason to argue with him. 

“I-” You stopped yourself, blinking too hard and fast. 

“Tell them no,” he spat the word back out, thick brows furrowed together tightly as he shut off the water. 

“What if someone else wants to-” You started, and his whole body twisted around, his arms suddenly caging you in as you shrank back against the cold walls of the shower, all the air in your lungs ripped from you as he pinned you in. 

“I’m yours,” he hissed. “You can’t just toss me out like I’m some fuckin’ stray.” 

You were pretty sure you were gawking, grasping at straws to push him away when heat was pooling and simmering in the pit of your stomach. 

“They’ll be able to give you a better life than-” 

His mouth crashed into yours, fingers tangling in your hair while he shut up your stuttered gasp with his tongue slipping past your lips. 

He didn’t ask for permission. 

But maybe it was because he didn’t need to. 

Because when it boiled down to it, you’d let him into your home. Your shower. Let him slice and carve out half of your heart, even when you knew he’d probably just chew it up and spit it out. 

“Mmph, S’kuna,” you tried to breathe, placing a damp hand on his bare chest, fingers pressing down as he just kissed you again, struck by how strange it was to taste your own toothpaste on him, smell your soap on his skin and see the strawberry-scented shampoo suds running down his chiseled chest. His cute fuzzy ears standing up straight between his wet strands of pink hair. 

“You want me to stop?” He dared between kisses, moving down to your jaw, painting your skin with greedy wet sucks as he dragged his rough tongue across the sensitive skin. “Wanna keep pretending that I’m just your pet?” 

He wasn’t. 

And when your eyes skimmed down his pretty chest and his dripping cock, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him no. 

“You know you’re not,” you whispered, as close as you could come to a confession. 

Let him grab you by the ass next, hoisting you up as his mouth returned to yours, matching his starving fervor, wrapping your wrists around his neck as he groaned into the kiss. And maybe it was how wrong it was, but you didn’t think any kiss before this had ever felt so right. 

His fingers dug into your soft flesh, dimpling it as he tried to claim you with his tongue and teeth, a low growl ripping from the deepest part of his chest you felt his cock catch right at your entrance. 

You sort of expected him to just cave into the desires you knew were hardwired into hybrids like him. Just jam his cock in and breed you until he had his fill, or uh, filled you up. It wasn’t like he could even get you pregnant, not when you’d been on birth control far before you met him. 

But before you could brace yourself for the burning stretch that was surely coming, he was ripping free from the kiss to lift you up higher. Like, a lot higher. 

Using that ridiculous strength of his to balance your weight as he pressed your damp body against the cold wall of the shower, ignoring your squirming until his your cunt was presented right in front of his mouth. 

Dragging his rough tongue across it, worming his way in before you could so much as mumble the probably needed what the hell was he doing. 

You guessed you already knew what the answer was. 

He was always starving, after all. 

You’d just become his breakfast. 

Your head leaning back against the shower wall while his hands steadily supported your weight, keeping your thighs spread enough to make room to bury his head between them. Sloppily swirling his tongue inside you, using the thick muscle to map you out, explore you with an expertise you hadn’t expected. An attention to detail you hadn’t thought he was capable of when it came to something that didn’t benefit him. 

Although, judging by the feral moans reverberating through you from his mouth, you guessed he was getting some pleasure in eating you out. 

Fingers digging in possessively to your soft flesh, his tongue flicking in-and-out fast, your chest straining to contain your rapid heartbeats as little jolts of electricity raced through the rest of you. Arousal and anticipation bleeding into each other as they overwrote your anxiety over what you were letting him do.

Just when his tongue slid back out, traced a messy line up to your needy clit, and you foolishly thought he was about to make you cum for him, his head turned up, looking up at you almost accusatory through half-lidded eyes. 

“You’re soakin’, brat,” he scoffed, and you could make out a hint of a crude smirk on his lips. 

“We’re in the shower,” you tried to retort, like heat wasn’t flooding your face – and between your legs. 

“Water’s been off for like, five minutes,” he reminded you. 

Your mouth fell open, but you couldn’t come up with a reply sharp enough to shut him up. 

It didn’t matter though. Because his hands shifted, and you were falling, a scary second passing before he grabbed you and pinned you back in the first position, chuckling with amusement as he lifted your thighs up, pressing them against your chest and squishing your tits as you tried to wiggle in his renewed grip. 

Stupid. 

He was too strong, his hold too tight, the tips of his claws teasingly pressing into your skin as you whined, more aware of the emptiness in your pussy than you’d like to be. The ache he’d left you with desperate to be soothed, stuffed. 

“You should go dry off,” he mocked, your heart stopping at his suggestion, playing right into his hand. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?” 

“Can’t you just shut up and fuck me already?” You hissed at him, swallowing the spit pooling in the back of your throat instead of stomping your foot like you instinctively wanted to. A little swish, a flash of orange caught your attention in the corner of your vision, a smile curling up on your lips when you realized his tail was wagging. 

He could play coy. 

Act sly and in control. 

But his body gave him away. 

And while you were distracted, he’d taken the chance to line himself up, angle and all, just to slide himself in like it was nothing, his saliva acting as lube as he shoved inch after inch in. His rather, ah, large girth barely able to make it through, your thoughts immediately fizzling out into a chorus of holy fucking shit, how much more is there only for it to keep going. 

His mouth returned to your face, leaving messy kisses all over your cheeks, down your jaw, wherever he could reach, like it could coax you through the mean stretch of his cock spearing you open. 

“So fuckin’ tight, brat,” he groaned, teeth gritted, his breath warm on your skin as you whined at the intense sensation of his hips moving, rolling up while you were struggling to even manage breathing at all. 

“Not my fault you’re so-” You couldn’t even finish, lips clamping shut as you realized you were about to stroke his ego. 

“M’so what?” He dared you to finish anyway, stalling inside you, making it obvious he wouldn’t move a muscle until you said it. 

Biting your lip as you begrudgingly murmured, “Big.” 

You were wondering who was really the pet here when it felt like you were being rewarded for good behavior after he pulled his cock out and pushed it back in, quickly picking up a steady rhythm – one that seemed specifically designed to unravel you. 

Pull you apart until you were reduced down to your basest instincts. 

Until you were like him. 

And even worse? 

It was working. 

A babble of syllables that sounded like his name falling from your mouth when he kept grinding into the soft, spongy spot in the back, pressing into it over and over again like it was a button built for breaking you down. Your sanity slowly dissolving into something he could swallow, his sharp teeth glinting when he bared them at you in a crooked smile. 

“You love me rutting into you like this, huh?” He growled, your head bobbing uselessly as his cock split you open deeper, grinding meanly into your cervix like it was his to claim. 

You did, and it, you were his, even if you sold yourself some other story to make yourself feel better. 

“A-asshole,” you groaned, grabbing a fistful of hair to try and find something to pull on, holding onto the slivers of rationality you had left by threatening to rip some of his hair out of his scalp. 

“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” he half-spat out, kissing you again so you couldn’t argue with him. His tongue returning to your mouth as he thrusted up faster, fucking you so full you were pretty sure you felt him in your lungs. Whining into the kiss until he pulled back, his dark red eyes glinting in the warm yellow lighting of your bathroom as he smirked, “What would your friends think if they knew you let me fuck you like this?” 

Pushing his lips out in a dramatic pout, but you just pulled his hair harder, trying to make him wince to match the weird feeling he kept stuffing down your throat, the hint of humiliation at knowing what he was trying to imply. 

That everyone you knew would judge you for sleeping with Sukuna. Say that you shouldn’t fucking have sex with the hybrid you were literally fostering. For good reason, too. 

But how the hell were you supposed to say no when his hands felt like they fit you? 

When every ridge of his swollen cock stretched you open just right? 

“I-I don’t care,” you protested, puffing out your chest despite your sore thighs being pinned to them. Muscles aching, straining as the rubber band you were currently clinging to threatened to snap hard the longer he rutted into you. 

But then, right as his fat tip grinded up against your womb, he stopped, ignoring your irritated huff for him to continue. 

“Kuna,” you started, but before you could form another syllable, you felt it. Him. 

The base of his cock slowly ballooning, his knot trying to take hold and work its way up inside you, to lock himself in. You made some strangled noise you didn’t even know you were capable of, a guttural sound torn from the deepest part of your throat as the pressure built and soared, feeling yourself getting molded and practically reshaped by his size. 

“C’mon,” he growled, just as raw and rough as you expected from him, one of his huge hands slipping between your thighs, a calloused thumb covering your clit as he started rubbing mean circles over it. Distracting you from the fact you were being destroyed, remodeled around his cock, flames of lust licking over your sensitive bundle of nerves as he sent another set of shudders down your spine. “Don’t tell me you can’t take it.” 

You could. 

You would. 

Just as stubborn as he was, even if you were shutting your eyes and biting the inside of your cheek until you tasted blood, the pain of the stretch melting into white-hot pleasure as he began kissing your collarbone, trailing up higher until his lips were pressed against the crook just above it. 

His teeth sank into your throat, your entire body shivering under the sheer force to it, something inside you pulling tight as you gasped some broken cry of his name. But he didn’t let go. Didn’t retract. Just bit down harder, feeling you spasm and squirm around him as he held on, the knot at the base of your entrance somehow managing to inflate more. 

You dragged your nails down his back, probably shredding the skin there, leaving long scratches of your own to mark him as yours too. 

“Mine,” he growled, licking the sore spot while your brain struggled to process what was happening. What he’d just done. 

You couldn’t exactly drop him back off at the rescue when he’d made you his mate. 

Left a huge fucking hickey you’d be stuck living with, a bond forged from baths and breakfasts and boring movies. 

You knew it was a bad idea. 

But you didn’t want to break it. 

He was yours, wasn’t he? Wasn’t it only right that you were his too? 

Letting all those negative thoughts fade as you gave into how fucking good he felt, his mouth on your neck and his thumb massaging your clit and his cock filling up every crevice until you weren’t sure where you started and he ended anymore. 

“Say it,” Sukuna gruffly grunted, his thumb hesitating, knowing just how close you were and still teasing you anyway. 

“I’m your mate,” you admitted, your weak voice coming out in a whimper as he dragged you to a climax with just a harsh swipe of his thumb. White stars splotching and staining your vision, heat simmering through you as your thighs trembled, muscles begging for relief as his heavy breathing undercut the drone of the bathroom exhaust fan. 

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he hissed, cumming right after you, still rubbing your clit through it, warm ropes of cum filling you up and getting plugged inside by his knot. Not even able to leak down your thighs as it held fast, your thoughts distant and dreamy as slowly floated back down to earth. 

Hesitantly meeting Sukuna’s dark eyes only to find them already focused solely on you, clouded with something that looked an awful lot like love up this close. 

“I’m staying here,” he grumbled, nose scrunching up as his tail wrapped around your leg. 

You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of him even if you wanted to. 

Now how the hell were you supposed to tell your work? 

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[softangelheart]

YEAYY

[softangelheart]

I'm deprived of tigerkuna!....how...how is it possible that I have to work like I'm in a mine to even read a fic of him?

[lapsizedgf]

killer!toji n his crybaby gf ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝

“toji, look!”

your finger pointed right at the tv from where you lay on the couch, nestled in your boyfriend’s beefy arms. another person dead — all clues surrounding the body directing the police to a notorious new and unidentified serial killer.

“i hate it,” you pouted with tears of fear already welling in your eyes. “people are saying he’s from our town. it’s terrifying!”

toji, seemingly unbothered by the talk of murder on the news, drew lazy patterns on the small of your back in subtle reassurance. his gaze fell on your frightened expression with a smirk tugging his lips.

“s’alright, sweetheart.” he crooned, free hand falling to your thighs and thumbing the soft skin close to your panties. “i’ll protect you, yeah?”

a nod from you followed after his words, along with a sweet little whine you couldn’t hide from him at his touch. toji’s large digits caressed you further underneath, fingers ghosting over the thin lace.

“jus’ relax. nothing will hurt ya.”

the sight of your teary eyes — curtesy of his own killings undiscovered on live television — had the bulge in his sweats getting abnormally larger, hard cock aching to bury inside your naïve cunt.

“t-toji,” you whispered, trying your hardest to stay composed. he’d barely moved his palm to cup your pussy before you shuddered in response, curling ever-so closer to his hulking frame. “we have to move towns.”

“shhh. ‘m here, baby.” the hand on your back trailed right up to the back of your neck, treading gently over the hairs standing up on your nape. “don’t gotta move.”

god, your fear was addicting. he could practically taste the anxiety oozing your innocent mind — just dying to be soothed by the one man causing it.

next week, toji would show you everything. tell you everything. lick your tears as he sweetly ties your hands behind your back. until then, he’d just have to keep caressing your worries and keep his need to slaughter at balance.

a/n 🫩 not proofread, rushed, oooh the horror …!!!! i hope some of u at least like it bcus i certainly dislike how it turned out SHDHS ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

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[ilykatz]

A new servant forgets to knock before entering Sukuna’s shared chamber with you.

MDNI. 18+

CW: oral (fem receiving), voyeurism, dom!Sukuna (obvi), manhandling, use of stomach mouth, possession, praise

He was a new servant in the temple, you’d seen him a couple times around. He was sweet, very nervous and shy. Always bowing so suddenly the second he saw either you or your terrifying husband.

It didn’t go past Sukuna, seeing this frail human boy getting all flustered over you.

It was pissing him off.

How you smiled so sweetly, assuring the new servant whenever he messed up. Which was often.

Sukuna currently had you straddling his stomach mouth. Your bare cunt helplessly grinding against his rough tongue while you held onto his shoulders for balance. Sukuna was leaned back against the headboard, his lower hands with a firm grip on your ass, spreading you wider for himself. The remaining arms folded behind his head, eyes half-lidded, with a lazy smirk on his face while he watched you.

“Thereee you go…” he praised, setting your pace on his stomach mouth the way he wanted.

The new servant barely stepped inside before he was another twitch away from shitting himself.

Sukuna didn’t stop his movements, he just glared at the servant—more inconvenienced than anything.

“Did no one teach you to knock?” Sukuna asks plainly.

The servant went pale.

When Sukuna spoke up that’s when you looked behind you to see the servant. Your eyes widened in horror. You try to stop your movements but Sukuna’s grip on you tightens as he increases your speed. You can’t help the whiney moan that leaves your throat.

“Kuna..” you whine, turning your head in embarrassment.

He leans up, his eyes never leaving the servant boy at the doorway, his lips brushing against your ear. “Put on a show for him, pretty. Let him see how good I make you feel.”

He then directs himself to the servant. “Since my wife is too intoxicating to move away from. I’ll give you this one and only warning.” Sukuna tells him with a smirk which quickly turns to a glare. “Leave.”

The servant did not need to be told twice, practically sprinting out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Hah—you’re so mean, Kuna…” you tell him breathlessly.

“Mean? That was generous. He’s lucky this cunt is too sweet to move away from~” he growls, his stomach tongue teasing your entrance making you squeak out in surprise.

“Now where were we?”

[poppymeow]

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[cloudykumo]

i want to write a fic about this ohmy the things this did to me

[abyssyby]

“nom.”

you flinch when you feel the sharp rows of bone sink into the flesh of your shoulder. your afternoon weekend reading halted by a little visitor come crawling into your nook.

kyros blinks up at you, eyes almost glowing with mirth as the little bit of dribble drips from the corner of his mouth onto your skin.

you raise a curious brow. “angel? why are we biting mama?”

he peels his lips back into a mischievous grin, bearing sharp tiny teeth in pink gums, clamping down more. you frown, “kyros! ouch!”

“aaa!” he gasps, eyes watering already at your expression of pain. he crawls into your arms, asking desperately to be held. he didn’t mean to hurt, he just wanted to… bite. “sowwi, mama! i sowwi!”

what’s the matter with him? you wonder as you push his lips back, spotting a growing sharp tooth to the right of his incisors. you rub on the gum where the irregular canine emerges with your thumb and he whimpers in discomfort.

“that’s new,” you murmur, checking if the other side has one too. it does not. “does it hurt?”

“bit.” he holds his fingers up to imitate a pinch. “want bite.”

you haven’t heard that in a while. not since they’d started growing in their baby teeth and you’d taught them how to ask for something to bite on instead of attacking you the exact way he just did. your heart twinges, seeing the look on his face.

“maybe we need your rubber teethy again,” you suggest, wondering if it’s still in the fridge. it had been his best friend when he was growing his teeth, you didn’t think he’d need it again.

kyros nods at the suggestion. “or pop-tickle?”

“sure, baby,” his cheeks are peppered with gentle kisses, soothing his discomfort with your understanding. forgetting about the bite that bruises almost completely.

but it is curious how a tooth can emerge sharp and painful, asymmetrical and just out of nowhere. this one didn’t get to grow in his first set of baby teeth, and now it crowds its way between those already there.

you worry if it’s just him, it it hurts more than he lets on. you’d want to help as much as you can, of course. “papa should know about this too.”

kyros nods, circling arms around your neck to be carried down to the kitchen.

you start to call for sylus to tell him the news, bellowing down the halls, “sy—!”

where a resounding “ow!” echoes back just in time. “lucian!”

“woosian has toof too.” kyros whispers, thinking it a good time to tell you.

you nod in understanding, making the turn into the kitchen rather than continuing on to the study. waiting just a few seconds until your husband and child arrive with the same intentions.

sylus takes one look at you and kyros, sets lucian down on the counter beside his twin and pulls down the sleeve of your shirt to reveal the circular indent of teeth with one very prominent deep notch.

he clicks his tongue in distaste. a finger boops kyros’s nose, and reveals his own battle scar to you, so graciously gifted by your other snaggle-toothed son.

he grins, revealing his own set of incriminating fangs and says to you. “guess we match.”

[heressya]

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Panics when he hears one of his babies' frightened squeaks. In seconds he's at their side only to see one of them rolled out of the nest and is sitting confused on the floor. Gently he picks them up with his claws and tucks them back in.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Will freak the fk out and growl when the babies are out of his sight even when you're holding or playing with them. You have to remind Sylus that you're their mother.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Even the other dragons that know Sylus cannot come within 100 metres of the cave before Sylus is snarling and ready to fight. He does not care, only you get to go near to them. If a human wanders near by....it is 100x times worse Sylus knows dragon eggs and dragonlings are worth a hefty price and no stranger will lay a finger on his children.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Stress cleans his cave because it's basically a choking hazard with all of his treasures lying about. The babies are always wanting to put coins and gems in their mouth. He uses his tail to flick it out of their hands or to grab them and take it.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Hunts waaay too much when the stress of being a new parent gets to him. He brings home bears, moose, leopards, far more than you and the children can eat.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Is sensitive to every sound, scent and movement. He even snaps at shadows, his, yours it doesn't matter once he is spooked the teeth come out. A stone wedging loose, water dropping from the cave, the wind? They're all enemies to be be taken out.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Wraps his wings around the nest when the babies sleep as a barrier from the cold and to shield them from potential enemies. He uses his body heat to keep them warm.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Lets the dragonlings, lounge, roll and climb over him as he lays down. He even lets them bite his tail and wings. They're little predators in the making so he doesn't mind.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Grooms the babies with his teeth and claws. He licks their cheeks to clean them and helps them with scale shedding. Will sometimes carry them by the scruff of their necks.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Stalks around the nest making up imaginary scenarios where he will have to rip someone or something to shreds. He riles himself up when he does this.

Territorial Dragon Dad Sylus: Curls his wings around you when you're nursing and feeding the little ones. It doesn't matter if you have extra baby fat, stretchmarks etc He looks at you in awe and reverence knowing that you are the one who gave him his little family.

[sttoru]

 𝝑𝑒  𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. sneaking out of your home at night with your secret lover (a wanted criminal).

tags. outlaw!toji x mayor’s daughter!reader. fluff, tiny bit of angst. wild west setting. implied age gap? user is called ‘darling, sweetheart, lil’ girl’. just me practicing dialogue. wc: 3k

the town sleeps under a sky so clear it looks carved from black glass. the stars are sharp, bright things scattered over the desert like they were dropped by mistake. your father likes to say nights this still mean trouble’s coming. but in this town, trouble comes with a name: a scarred grin and a sexy drawl.

and you’re waiting for him. for the trouble.

your room is quiet except for the soft tick of your mantel clock and the whisper of curtains swaying in the faint night breeze. you stand on the wooden floorboards, heartbeat loud enough that you’re worried someone might hear it. you keep glancing at the window—south-facing and the only one that doesn’t look out toward the sheriff’s station down the road.

just as the clock’s minute hand clicks past twelve, the deep thud of hooves rolls through the stillness.

your breath catches. another passerby? no, you remember the sound of those hooves. bold, especially when the guards are on high alert around this time of night. no one else has this kind of confidence strolling around at night. no one else but him.

you hurry to the window, pushing the frame open just enough to look out. the air smells faintly of dust and the honeysuckle your mother planted years ago. the mayor’s mansion looms large behind you, all oil lamps extinguished except for the distant glow from your father’s study. he works late, as always, oblivious to anything that doesn’t wear a badge.

good. you need him to be oblivious.

down below, in the shadow of the old oak tree whose branches stretch like crooked fingers toward your balcony, sits a tall, dark silhouette atop an equally dark horse. a worn coat, wide shoulders, the familiar relaxed slouch that says he belongs everywhere and nowhere at once.

toji raises his head, and even in the gloom his green eyes cut through the dark like they’re made for it. one hand lifts lazily in a two-finger salute once his eyes meet yours. a flutter sparks in your chest.

“you're late,” you whisper-yell down once you’ve eased the window open further.

the outlaw’s mouth tugs into a smug little half-smirk, the scar near his lip catching a sliver of moonlight. “i ain’t late. y're just impatient, sweetheart,” he clicks his tongue, barely loud enough for you to hear.

you feel your cheeks heat up. you hate that you react, but he’s always noticing the smallest shifts in you. and he enjoys it way too much.

below, toji stays still as the guards make their slow, bored pass along the path. they talk about the cold, boots thudding rhythmically, lantern light swaying back and forth. you freeze, barely daring to breathe.

toji doesn’t move a muscle either. he’s all patience, stillness and careful calculation. the same man who’s slipped through sheriff posses and bounty hunters for years. if he’s nervous, it never shows. well, not like you think he’s ever felt nervous in his life.

only when the guards disappear around the corner does he nudge his horse forward, stopping directly beneath your window.

his voice drops low and he stretches those meaty arms up, all muscles and veins. you feel your heart skip a beat before your thoughts get interrupted by a voice. “you comin’ down, or do i gotta climb up there and drag ya out myself?”

you hiss and cringe a bit at the mention. hoping no one heard that low voice of his. “shush! you’ll wake the whole house!”

“then hurry y’r ass down,” the man’s smirk grows crooked, maddeningly so. “ain’t like i can stand here lookin’ handsome all night.”

“you think you’re handsome?” you whisper harshly as a retort.

toji’s eyebrow lifts and he cracks his neck a bit to loosen up the muscles. he can see your eyes following the way his adam apple bobs in his throat, shamelessly staring. he snorts, “oh, darlin’—seems like ye know i am.”

you inhale sharply then swing a leg over the window ledge. your heart hammers as you lower yourself down, hands clinging to the outer wall. before you can even fear slipping, strong hands slide onto your waist.

steady, warm and sure.

toji guides you down gently, catching your full weight with ease. you land pressed against his chest. leather creaks, his breath stirs your hair, and everything about him feels too real, too close.

he breathes a quiet, mocking laugh. “y’know, ye jump into my arms a lil’ too natural-like.”

“i do not,” you whisper back as you hurriedly put the hood of your cloak over your head, wanting to maintain some anonymity.

“mhmm. y’ sure?” the outlaw’s lips brush your ear as he leans slightly closer. “’cause i could get used to it.”

“you—! just stop talking.”

the cocky outlaw does as told. he chuckles amusingly instead.

the horse snorts softly, shifting its hooves in the dirt. toji steadies it with one hand before lifting you onto the saddle. you settle in front of him, skirts gathered, hands tight around the horn. he’s pressed up behind you and the saddle dips briefly under his weight as he adjusts. his chest presses against your back. it’s solid and warm. your own little sanctuary. 

and for a moment, you sigh.

a sigh of relief.

you should be mortified that you’re being held by an outlaw, a criminal, but you’re happy instead. relaxed. 

“hold on tight,” he murmurs. his hands slide to your hips, adjusting your posture before taking the reins around you. he smirks to himself a little bit. your posture was just fine, but it was a little excuse to feel you up. luckily you seem oblivious enough.

“don’t want ye fallin’ off and breakin’ that pretty neck.”

you try not to feel the heat crawling up your face before changing topics. “where are we going this time?”

toji makes a soft clicking sound to the horse, guiding it through the back alley behind your house. “thought we’d see the prairie. moon’s bright. calm night.”

“and… the sheriff? the deputies roaming around? other bad guys?” you ask worriedly. you know you’re safe with toji, but recently there’s been so much crime going on around town. especially on the empty roads that lead this way.

toji scoffs lightly. “i caught wind o’ a posse ridin’ out at dawn huntin’ some bastard with a bounty on his head.”

you stiffen, glancing back at him in alarm. “toji—”

“relax,” he drawls, voice low and sexy. it sends a shiver down your spine despite your fear. “they ain’t after me tonight. i ain’t stupid enough to let ’em catch me. ‘specially not with you.”

the horse slips beyond town, hooves whispering through sand and dry grass. lanterns fade behind you which are replaced by open plains stretching endlessly under moonlight. the prairie is alive at night—crickets singing and wind rolling through tall grass like waves on a distant sea.

toji’s arms tighten subtly around your waist as the horse picks up speed. the motion rocks you back into him and he hums approvingly. 

“did’ya miss me?” he asks to break the silence, voice warm and annoyingly confident.

you roll your eyes in response. “i saw you three nights ago.”

“didn’t answer my question.”

you make a noise that is a mix of a grunt and a huff. toji knows what he’s doing. . . the little bastard.

“…yes,” you eventually admit in an embarrassed tone.

you really did miss him. those three days you didn’t see him were hell. boring. life was always boring without him. the only people you saw were your family and the maids; the boring luxury life. you weren’t allowed to go out of town without one or two guards breathing down your neck.

though now you could. with toji you could do anything.

the outlaw whistles, clearly satisfied. “if your daddy heard that, he’d bury me deep in the desert.”

“my father doesn’t need to know anything.”

“oh, believe me,” toji chuckles and leans down to gently bite onto your ear, “he ain’t ever gonna know ‘bout this.”

the prairie opens into a smooth ridge dotted with wildflowers and sage. toji slows the horse until it stops on a high overlook, the whole plain glittering beneath you. the moon paints the land silver. for a moment, neither of you speak. The world feels too big, too silent, too perfect.

then toji speaks up. “c’mere,” he says before shifting you so you’re turned more toward him.

his green-ish eyes study yours. they’re sharp and knowing, but softened around the edges in a way only you ever see out here, under the safety of darkness.

“why do you keep risking it?” you whisper. “coming all the way to town… for me? you’re a wanted man. they want your head, toji.”

toji snorts like you’ve said something ridiculous. But he doesn’t look away. his eyes are focused on studying your face in the moonlight. 

“y’re really gonna make me say it?” he mutters after a bit, his gloved thumb idly wiping a bit of dust from your jaw.

you wait and nod eagerly. his jaw tightens, like he’s wrestling with something in his chest he’d rather shoot than talk about.

finally, he speaks up;

“y’re the only good thing i’ve ever had,” toji says quietly, voice rough. he quickly shakes it off with a sigh. he hates being vulnerable. makes him feel fucking weak.

“damn it. that clear enough for ya?”

your breath catches. the wind presses the prairie grass flat around the horse. you feel small and shaken to your core by how simply he said it. you know you’ve had something going on between you two, but you’ve never discussed it clearly. you’re just… being with each other. nothing explicit.

but you wish you could call it what it was. lovers, perhaps.

maybe in another world where your relationship wouldn’t cause uproar. wouldn’t be taboo.

toji notices your stunned silence and his smirk returns gradually, but it’s somewhat less cocky. “quit starin’ at me like that. yer makin’ me feel all—”

“what?” you ask with a huff as you notice he’s no intention to finish that sentence.

he grimaces, “—all sentimental. it’s disgusting.”

you laugh under your breath. toji shifts forward, resting his chin briefly on your shoulder, arms snug around you like he plans to keep you there till sunrise.

time passes in slow waves. crickets hum. coyotes call far off. the warm weight of toji behind you feels safer than the walls of your own home.

eventually, he nuzzles your cheek lightly. something he rarely does, but he does it just to see your nose scrunch up once you feel his rough stubble against your skin. “i’ll take ye back soon. don’t want ya gettin’ cold.”

“you’re warm enough,” you blurt out.

toji guffaws at your bold remark and takes it further. “darlin’, don’t say things like that if ye don’t wanna test how warm i can get.”

you choke on air and smack his bicep out of habit. “shut it!”

“mhm.” the dark-haired man chuckles and it vibrates through your back. he pats a large, gloved hand on your head and ruffles your hair. “there she goes. adorable.”

the heat in your cheeks hasn’t faded when toji tugs lightly on the reins, turning the horse away from town rather than toward it. you blink, startled. “huh? we’re not going back?”

“nope.”

his answer is simple, but the tone behind it is something else; mischief, certainty and a thread of something warmer.

the man flicks a glance at you from the corner of his eye. “relax. i ain’t stealin’ ye away. not yet, anyway.”

you roll your eyes dramatically at toji before crossing your arms over your chest. “you say that like you haven’t done it once already,” you retort as you remember your first meeting in the woods.

“where are we going?” you ask immediately afterwards, curiosity taking over as your eyes scan your surroundings in hope for something familiar.

“some place. A good one. figure… if I’m riskin’ my pretty neck sneakin’ into town, you oughta see a spot i actually like.”

a vague answer. you don’t know how many people toji has ever brought anywhere. you suspect the number is small.

maybe just one.

the prairie stretches in every direction, silver and endless beneath the moon. the grass brushes your boots as you ride and the air grows cooler the farther you go from town. coyotes howl in the distance, but even they sound distant and harmless tonight.

toji sits straight-backed behind you, body warm against yours, hands loose but steady on the reins. he rarely rides this relaxed unless he feels safe. it makes you curious and a little nervous.

you travel for minutes. time blurs in the quiet rhythm of hooves against packed earth. the moon climbs higher, bathing the world in pale light.

eventually, toji steers you toward a rocky outcrop. low, slanted stones jut out from the earth like a half-buried ribcage. the horse’s hooves crunch against gravel as he pulls to a stop.

“we’re walkin’ from here,” he says and slips down with effortless grace.

the outlaw reaches up, gloved hands firm on your waist, and lifts you down like you weigh nothing. you barely have time to get your footing before he takes your hand in his. rough, warm fingers curl  around yours and start leading you between the rocks.

“toji,” you whisper, eyes slowly yet surely adjusting to the darkness, “what is this place?”

“you’ll see.”

the rocks narrow into a split–two huge slabs forming a crooked natural passage. toji steps through first, bending his head slightly. you follow, shoulder brushing the cool stone. he looks back at you to make sure you don’t go scratching up that precious skin of yours.

then the world opens.

your breath leaves you in a soft gasp. before you lays a hidden clearing no bigger than a pond, surrounded by tall rocks, sheltered like the earth’s own cupped hands. a thin stream cuts through the center, reflecting moonlight in bright, broken trails. wildflowers bloom along the banks.

it’s peaceful. quiet. untouched.

toji watches your reaction silently, leaning one shoulder against a boulder, arms crossed. “pretty, yeah?”

“it’s beautiful,” you breathe.

he grins as he watches you nearly trip over a rock you didn’t see because you’re too busy looking around the view. he catches you just in time, giving your waist a squeeze with his muscular arm. 

“knew you’d like it. found it a while back chasin’ some bastard through the ridge. he didn’t make it, but i got this place out of it,” toji chuckles darkly at the memory before continuing, “worth the trouble.”

you step forward, heart swelling at the sight, at the secrecy, at the fact that he led you here of all people.

“no one else knows about this, do they?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“just the coyotes.” toji shakes his head and pushes off the rock, walking with you. “and now you.”

a strange flutter stirs in your chest. he stops in front of you, close enough that you feel his warmth, close enough that the scar near his lip catches the glint of moonlight. his voice dips and is low and rough around the edges.

“wanted you to see somethin’ good. somethin’ that ain’t the four walls of y’r house or dusty roads of that damned town.”

“toji…”

he clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing a little as if daring you to get emotional. “don’t look at me like that,” he mutters. “i’m meaner than i look.”

“you’re not.”

the man snorts. “princess, i’m a fuckin’ outlaw.”

“and?” you challenge softly and frown.

toji’s jaw flexes. something unguarded flickers behind his eyes before it quickly vanishes. though his response conveys the same message;

“and i shouldn’t want ye here as much as i fuckin’ do.”

the words settle between you, warm and heavy. for once, you don’t tease him. you just breathe and let the moment stretch. toji looks away first—not out of embarrassment but like he’s preparing himself to keep going.

he nods toward the stream, “c’mon. sit with me a minute.”

you follow him to a smooth rock flat enough for two. the stream babbles quietly beside you. cricketss hum. the wind threads gently through the narrow canyon above. toji sits close. close enough that your shoulders touch, close enough that his knee bumps yours.

he leans back lazily on one hand, gaze half-lidded as he watches the water. “you like it?” he asks without looking at you.

“i love it.”

toji exhales, something like satisfaction rolling off him, “told ya it’d be worth the ride.”

the night settles deeper around the hidden clearing, wrapping the two of you in a bubble of quiet you don’t find anywhere else; not in town, not in your house, not even in the prairie.

just here. just with him.

you sit beside toji on the smooth rock, the stream murmuring beside your boots, moonlight catching in the shifting water. the wind runs light fingers through your hair as you hug your knees to your chest.

toji leans back on one hand and the other rests lazily on his thigh. he looks like he belongs in this secret place. a man carved out of shadows and moonlight. he glances at you, eyes flicking over your face in brief, quiet sweeps.

“you’re awfully silent.” his voice is low, half-amused. “trouble thinkin’ that hard?”

you shrug faintly with a slight pout on your lips. “just… taking everything in.”

“well,” a small smirk curves his scarred mouth. “guess i did good bringin’ ye here.”

“yes, thank you.”

toji pretends not to react, but you see the way his shoulders ease just a little. the way he tilts his head toward the sky, hiding a satisfied smile. 

minutes stretch. the kind of minutes you don’t want to rush.

you let your head tilt back slightly, watching the stars. the warmth of toji at your side slowly seeps into your bones. his presence is steady, grounding. safe, in a way you can’t explain. the wind softens. the crickets lull into a steady rhythm. the stream trickles in quiet harmony.

your eyelids grow heavy.

toji glances down at you, sensing the drowsiness in your demeanour. “hey,” he calls out, voice lighter than usual. “don’t go fallin’ asleep on me yet, lil’ girl.”

his tone betrays him; if anything, he sounds… gentle. though still gruff.

you try to fight the drowsiness, sitting up straighter. “i’m not.”

“y’re literally swayin’.”

“i’m—” your next word melts into a soft sigh as your head drifts sideways and lands right on his shoulder.

toji freezes. not like a man startled, no. like a man hit by something he wasn’t prepared for. his breath catches, chest rising still and slow, as if he’s afraid to move.

you’re warm against him, cheek pressed to his shoulder, hair brushing his jaw. he stares down at you for a long moment, unreadable except for the subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“well shit, look at you,” he mutters quietly. “fallin’ asleep on an outlaw. bad decision, darlin’.”

you murmur something he can’t make out. the rest of the world feels distant, soft, fading in the edges. toji’s hand lifts and hesitates before then settling lightly against your arm. a slow, almost cautious brush of his thumb sweeps the fabric of your sleeve.

“ye really trust me that much, huh?” he whispers roughly, like it’s a secret he doesn’t want to admit he cares about.

you don’t answer. not consciously. however your head slips closer against him, nestling into the warm crook between his neck and shoulder.

toji inhales sharply at the contact. “well. . . hell.”

his voice is quieter now, almost tender in a way he’d deny if you ever mentioned it.

the wind rustles the wildflowers. the moon glows silver on the stream. and toji shifts just enough to tuck you closer, adjusting you so your weight rests comfortably against him. one arm circles your waist, not tightly, just enough so you won’t slip. his chin lowers, brushing the crown of your head.

“sleep if ya want,” he mumbles into your hair. “i’ll keep watch.”

you drift off completely this time, lulled by warmth and the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

toji stays stone still for a moment, as if stunned that you’d fall asleep like this. on him, of all people. a criminal. a murderer. a bad guy, in general.

then a slow smirk tugs his lips downward, somewhat intimate and private.

“. . . cute.”

he settles back against the rock, eyes scanning the horizon like a predator guarding something precious. for once, he doesn’t feel the need to move. or run. or hide.

toji just sits there with you asleep on his shoulder and lets the night carry on.

[classyrbf]

BREAK A SWEAT! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...you totally don’t want to fuck the stranger you’re sharing the sauna with and he definitely doesn’t want to fuck you either

INFO...toji x fem!reader, reader masturbating in front of toji, reader is horny for toji, sweaty sex, fucking in public, cum drunk reader, carry fuck, cowgirl, reader squirts a lot, toji is kinda mean but not, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Another late night at the gym. The same routine that left you sweaty and exhausted, but fulfilled and pumped. You preferred it this way, barely anyone around, obnoxious gym bros who make a scene and try to show off. By now, nearly everyone was gone and the best thing of all was that you got the sauna all to yourself.

With your slippers on your feet, you open the door to the sauna, tightening your towel around your body as you stepped inside. The hot steam surrounded you, seeping into your skin as you took a seat on the bench. It felt so relieving to finally sit and let your body fully relax. The final touch to your workout before heading home to shower.

Your eyes fluttered shut, resting your head on the back bench. The pure silence only added to the relief after having your headphones blasting in your ears for hours.

The door creaked open, your eyes snapping open. Really? Did someone else have to join? You watched as a tall, muscular man stepped inside, white towel tight around his waist, his body looked liked it was carved by gods themselves, abs shining with sweat under the soft light, muscles bulging, veins popping. Fuck. He’s hot.

“Sorry, didn’t interrupt, did I?” He plops down on the bench across from you.

“Mmm, no.” You shake your head. “Just finished with your workout?” You ask.

“Yeah, thought the sauna would be empty, but—”

“But I’m here. Beat you to it,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, guess so,” he laughed. He stretched his arms across the top of the bench, resting them as he adjusted in his seat, eyes closed.

Your eyes raked over his entire body, catching glimpse of his happy trail and veins leading down towards his dick. You cleared your throat, thighs rubbing together as lewd thought began to plague your mind.

How big is it? Would he be able to fit? He could bend me into any position.

You shut your eyes in hopes that pulling your gaze away from his body would make the thoughts go away, but it only made it worse. Were you ovulating? Why are you thinking about fucking a random guy right now?

He looks so strong…I bet he could fuck me while carrying me. Stop!

Your thighs rubbed together more, your poor cunt was starting to get wet all just because he walked through the door.

Just fuck him. You only live once, right? Come on.

Your inner thoughts weren’t helping your situation. Maybe this was the after effects of your work out talking. Your blood is still pumping, mind still racing, just ignore and it’ll go away.

You opened your eyes to still see his were closed. God, just looking at him made your cunt throb. It was like your hands hand a mind of their own, removing your towel and letting it drop on the bench. Would it be so bad to fuck a stranger?

No.

One of your hands squeezed your tits, groping them and pulling at your taut nipples, while your other hand slithered between your legs, rubbing on your inner thigh and tracing around your pussy. All he has to do is keep his eyes shut and all you have to do is keep quiet.

You traced a finger up your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it over your puffy clit. Your legs spread slowly, feet resting on the bench while you literally masturbated to this man. You didn’t even know his fucking name. You rubbed your clit faster, concealing your heavy breaths by breathing slowly, trying your hardest not to moan. Your other hand slipped down, plunging two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them to hit your g-spot.

Be quiet. Be quiet. Be quiet.

Your eyes were still fixated on him, watching the way sweat dripped down between the valleys of his abs, the way his adams apple bobbed up and down each time he swallowed. He wasn’t doing anything but sitting there and here you were about to cum.

“F-fuck,” you whispered under your breath, eyes widening.

Toji’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes opening but he never looked in your direction. He just listened. Why were you breathing so weird? Why were you moving around so much? And why were you—

He lifted his head, looking in your direction only to be left in complete shock. He sat there, unable to move as he watched you fuck your self with your fingers.

You gasped as he looked at you, feeling ashamed and embarrassed but also so turned on. “Nnngh! Nnnngh!” You were so close to cumming, you couldn’t stop. You can’t. “Ah! Ahhhh!” Clear liquid gushed out of your cunt, rubbing your clit harder as your body twitched from your orgasm.

Toji watched in awe, seeing you squirt right in front of him. He could feel the blood rush to his cock the more he watched your pussy clench around nothing, almost like it was calling to him, begging him to fuck you.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I just—I’m so fucking horny and I can’t stop!” You keep rubbing your clit, toes curling as you feel the pressure build up again, threatening to squirt even more.

Toji stood to his feet, not a single word coming out of his mouth as he loosened his towel and let it drop to the floor, cock springing free. “Nasty fucking girl, you should ashamed of yourself,” he scolds. “You go around masturbating in front of strangers all the time? Squirting for them?” He stands above you, your teary eyes blinking back up at him.

“No! No! I—ah! Mmph! I’m gonna squirt again!” You squeal, eagerly rubbing your clit. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away, depriving you of your orgasm.

“This poor pussy needs be fucking properly. Look at her, just clenching around nothing.” He bend down, using his fingers to spread you open, clit swollen, pussy glistening with your juices. “I might have just the solution.” He stands to his feet, letting out a deep breath before forcefully grabs you, pulling you up and lifting you around his waist. His cock slams inside of a you, a loud groan emitting from his chest when he feels your warm walls squeeze around him.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” You’re practically begging, so eager to squirt, and feel the high of your release. His thick cock splits you open with each force of his thrust, sweaty body clinging together, sweat in every crevice. You could the head of his cock brush against your g-spot, feeling the pressure rebuild within seconds. “Your cock feels so good! Oh my god! Nnngh—I’m cummingggg!”

Toji feels your pussy tighten around him, pushing him out before you’re squirting all over him, soaking his cock and legs. “You don’t even know and my name and you’re already cumming on my dick,” he laughs. “You’re a horny little thing.”

“Put it back in! Please!” You reach around, hand wrapping around his cock as you align it with your cunt. You feel him stretch your pussy open again, nestling deep inside of you, every inch has you stuffed full.

“What would someone think if they caught us, huh? Anyone could walk in and see you like this.” He breathes, pulling you up and down on his cock like you’re some toy. “You don’t care, do you? Just like you didn’t care about finger fucking your self in front of me.”

“I just want to fucking cum!” You scream, eyes rolling back as you feel his cock throb against your gummy walls, heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Work for it. Show me how bad you want it.” He smirks, carrying you over to the bench, sitting down with him still inside of you. “Ride me. Make yourself squirt.” Toji sits back, letting you take the reins, watching how you waste no time planting your feet on the bench and bounce your ass up and down on his cock. “I can feel that tight pussy squeezing me, baby.” He swats his hand down on your ass a few time, watching the way it jiggles with each bounce.

“I’m close! Ahhhh! Fuckkkkk!” You lift your hips, Toji’s cock slipping out as your pussy gushes again, leaving your body quivering, holding onto his sweaty body for support. Both of you are heavily breathing, but toji pulls you in front a messy kiss, tongues clashing against each other, teeth clashing, like he’s been holding back.

He casually lifts you, arms hooked under you knees, pressing you against the wall. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer into the kiss, starving for more. His cock twitches as he pushes inside of you, inch by inch he feels your walls wrap around him, sucking him in.

Your eyes roll back, his cock pressing against your cervix, leaving you breathless and weak. He practically has you folded in half, trapped against this wall, and all you can think about is how good his cock feels. You’ve forgotten he’s still a complete stranger. Does it even matter at this point? Definitely not.

“I’ve never met anyone as slutty as you. Just begging to be fucked in public by a strange man, cumming on his cock over,” he thrusts deep, “and over,” he thrusts, “again.” He feels you tighten up in response, chuckling. “Awe, you liked being called a slut? Does it make you wanna squirt again?” He laughs, bucking his hips up into you faster. You squeal, tightening your arms around him.

His thrusts grow sloppier and harder, dick throbbing as he feels his own orgasm building up. He bounces your body on top of him, the sound of your wet pussy echoes off the sauna walls. He feels you pushing him out again, his tip nudging against your swollen g-spot.

“Ah! Ah! I’m gonna—ah! F-fuck!” Toji pulls out, lifting you off his cock, your juices squirting all over, legs shaking in hold. He reaches around, hand wrapping around his cock, jerking it in fast, circular motions.

“S-shit—I’m bouta fucking cum! Keep still,” he huffs, cock throbbing in his hand. “Nnngh! Fuck, yes!” He sighs as you feel his thick ropes of cum land on your ass, most of it falling to the floor.

He slowly lets you down, helping you stand to your feet. “Um,” you breathe, cheating rising and falling, “I don’t even know what to say.” You cover your face in embarrassment, realizing what just happened.

“How about we start with our names?” He chuckles.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “I’m y/n.”

“Toji. It’s nice to meet you.”

You shy away, grabbing your towel off of the bench to cover up. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. It was sexy as fuck.” He pulls your attention back towards him, hooking his finger under your jaw. “Hopefully no one saw or heard us.” He looks back over his shoulder at the door.

“Oh my god! I don’t even want to think about that.”

He laughs. “How about we quickly get out of here, exchange numbers and maybe…do this again some other time?”

“You mean fuck in the sauna right?” You question, smiling up at him.

“Oh, yeah,” he nods, “definitely fuck in the sauna.”