#scales.........pointy bits..........................

[fluentisonus]

I forgot how fun it is to draw dragons

[whatishowedyouinthedark]

So fucked up of sjm not to give Elain the lightly dappled skin of a fawn and long, gently curved ears and and antlers and milky white eyes after she was turned to fae, tbh

[ennn]

3D Printing Rio's Death Crown - Attempt #1 FDM Print

[madamechrissy]

 ˚ ⋆ sirens of the caribbean⋆ ˚

You have been swept away off a shipwreck, and you can barely swim! delusional and struggling, you hear a siren's call - and a ten foot merman with pretty blue eyes is suddenly saving your life! You aren't sure if you're unconscious, dead, or just really lucky. it's not just Satoru the siren that saves you from your impending marriage, it's also a handsome pirate named Choso - who has a vintage selection of rum - and the two of them want to share you.

pairings -merman gojo x reader x pirate choso

warnings -siren satoru has two dicks and is a bit of a perv, his collection of thingamabobs is filthy tbh, he loves to watch human orgies. They're both virgins hehe, cutie choso, monsterfking, possessive men, dual penetration, knotting, cumshots, oral, fingering, orgasms, cracked out and cute hehe

this was a comm from a lovely patreon member! 4.4k

art creds for the gojo here and choso here! - divider by @uzmacchiato

You're stuck at sea, trying desperately to doggy paddle after the boat you were on simply capsized, nearly deliriously you finally manage to float on your back, skirts dragging you down with your effort to wave your arms around. You're not much of a swimmer, the water is chilly as it laps over you in waves, until you swear you hear a deep laughter.

Are you getting delusional? You blink a bit, the moon glowing softly on your skin, as you feel the water pushing you gently. More laughter, some deep humming, heavy breaths, you wish your family ever taught you to swim, wish you weren’t in this bloody tight corset of all things when you fell, constricting your breathing even more.

A lady of your status was apparently not supposed to do such pedantic things as ‘swim’ damnit.

Fuck you're losing it. Did you consume too much saltwater!? Is this how it ends for you?

Something breaks the surface not ten feet from you, splashing water so quickly you lose your precarious floating, instead your heavy, voluminous skirts are tugging you right back down. You’re sputtering, thinking it must be some damn shark ready to take your ass out, screaming when it comes into view, and that’s when you’re a million percent sure you’re done for.

It’s a head of shockingly white hair, glittering like the very moonlight with flecks of silver, falling in ethereal waves across this pale, sharp face, angular with that jut of a chin and the hollows of those cheekbones. The moonlight catches on his glowing skin, making it gleam almost like the pearls that decorate his chest in rows of necklaces, falling between flat pink nipples.

You’re dying and dreaming of some slutty mermaid… merman!?  His fucking gorgeous eyes are glowing eerily, this brilliant blue even in the dim light, like they’re on fire, and they’re fixed right on you. He’s the source of that rumbling laughter, a low, melodic sound, his teeth a sharp grin, white and pointy.

Is he scary or is he hot?

You can’t really tell, not when you’re about to fucking drown, maybe this is what dying is like, you get a pretty, creepy merman with a glittery tail splashing, droplets of water spritzing your face as he swims ever closer. You barely let out a gasp, your limbs exhausted, going stiff from your exertions, until he’s damn near right in front of you.

He seems real.

He can’t be though!

“Well, well,” his voice is deep, this sultry tone that cuts through the lapping of the waves and ringing in your ears. “Look what the tide brought in. A pretty little human.”

You’re too stunned, too cold and fucking exhausted to do anything but stare in response, when he moves closer, and you get a good look at that tail beneath the water, covered in glittery scales that shimmer and reflect, thick scales that are a range of beautiful blue like his eyes, from cobalt to indigo, and hints of cerulean, they slip up to his abdomen, daringly low, smattering across his obliques.

A fucking merman.

Are the legends true!?

“You are wearing way too much of those annoying human clothes, y’know,” he observes softly. “Splashing like that will exhaust you.”

Before you can even form a response, a strong, muscled arm wraps around your corseted waist tightly, bringing you to his chest. You cling to his neck, blushing at the proximity. “I’m sorry th-this is so… improper…”

He chuckles at that, his skin is cool to the touch, chest hard and smooth like he’s made of some sea stone. You cling tightly and feel his strength as he picks you up in his arms. “Hold on, little human.”

You do just that, sighing in relief as the merman carries you, he moves with a sleek grace that your splashing and drowned rat level swimming could never hope to accomplish, slicing through the water as if he’s a part of it. The chill of the night air and the water is nothing like the coolness of his skin, making you tremble even as you rest thankfully against him.

“I’ll get you somewhere to warm up,” he murmurs. “Just rest.”

You lose track of time as you cling to this mythical creature, your head resting against his strong shoulder, the rhythmic sway of his tail beneath you and his humming making you drift in and out of consciousness. Your lips brush his neck as the very presence of him starts ruining you.

“Mmm, merman,” he chuckles, holding you tightly, enjoying the feel of your breasts on his chest far too much. Satoru’s never seen a human this pretty before, he can’t stop staring at you.

“Human,” he answers, his fingers brushing against your spine. “You probably can’t breathe in this.”

“Stupid corsets,” you grumble. Satoru has some in his treasure cove – some may call it a perverted collection, he has lingerie, corsets, panties, lots of panties.

Humans fascinate him.

He loves to watch those ships where they’re just having orgies truly, but even then he’s never been that interested in a human aside from the paintings and statues he’s collected. You, however, even exhausted and soaking wet, shivering, are far too pretty. Satoru thinks he’d like to keep you in his collection, but a human couldn’t be in his world, unless he gave you some of his air in a kiss.

Yet, even that was a temporary thing.

Satoru finds a cove and rests you upon it, using his sharp nails to slice that corset right off you. You breathe greedy gulps of air, letting him cut it off you entirely, then he makes quick work of your petticoats. Soon you’re in nothing but that little translucent slip that’s covering your body, and Satoru sees the way it clings to your every curve.

Your waist, hips, the curve of your tummy, delicate and lovely, the lines of your ribcage right beneath the swell of your breasts, rising and falling with your breaths. Humans aren’t too different from merfolk – Satoru can have legs if he wants when he’s on land even though his legs are covered in scales so it’s a little different. Mermaid women had slits rather than what’s between your thighs.

“Thank you,” you murmur sleepily, hand brushing against his cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I know, right?” You laugh weakly, coughing up more water, Satoru removes a faint little trace of seaweed from your damp hair.

“Mermaids are real then?”

“They are,” he leans on an elbow, flicking his tail as he rests with you. “We can live on land for some time, but we get sad without the sea.”

You’re starting to come to, tracing his abdomen with your fingers delicately, sighing and then blushing when you see a slit over his tail that darts down, curiously touching it and making him hiss when it parts ever so slightly. Satoru’s gripping your wrist, glaring. “Um… what’s here?”

“That’s our cocks, princess,” you gasp, stammering as you feel the thick scales all across it. “Really wanna go there?’

“You all have those!?”

“How do you think we breed, hmm?”

“Oh dear,” you’re half delirious, half horny, cunt throbbing.

“I need you out of this dress before you get sick,” he slips it off you, leaving you completely naked. “I’ll ring it dry a bit.”

You’re holding those breasts with an arm, cupping one as if to cover yourself up, the other hand right over your cunt, eyeing the merman curiously. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Of course,” he’s ringing out your dress and turning away, painfully hard so that he’s bulging even underneath his thick scales. Fuck he’s never actually mated with another mermaid, he’s only jerked it to statues and pictures of pretty humans, but even then, he’s never been so overheated. “I’ll get it as dry as I can. Ships come here often, so we should be able to get you safely home.”

“Home,” Satoru looks back at you, the moonlight hitting your skin and making it shimmer. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Why?” He asks curiously, you frown.

“I was getting married off to this terrible man, and… I would rather get lost at sea than marry him.”

“Oh…” He keeps ringing your dress out, when a ship nears the distance. “Well, where would you want to go?”

“Anywhere but home, let them all think I’m dead,” Satoru’s heart hurts for you then.

What a curious, beautiful human.

*****

Notorious Pirate Captain Choso is absolutely buzzed off his dark spiced rum, the finest the Caribbean could offer truly. He’s singing to himself just a bit after his brothers have gone to sleep, he started doing this truly to give them the best life. Choso was not a violent pirate, no he’d just sort of kindly ask to take the cargo, and if they didn’t comply then his brothers tended to go a little insane.

Yet Choso always tried to negotiate – parlays were sacred to a pirate like him. He’s laughing just a bit as the salty sea spray brushes his skin, leaning over the starboard bow and sipping just a little more. It’s a pretty night and the moon is full, illuminating all of the sea, with waves lapping gently, he peers at his compass and almost drops the damn thing, flushed from the alcohol in his system.

“And a bottle of rum,” he’s humming, his hair tousled and messy, when he swears in the distance he sees…

Are those titties?

A pretty fucking mermaid with titties next to some merman, glowing underneath the moonlit sky?

Choso rubs his eyes, smudging that charcoal they're lined with, surely his eyes play tricks on him. Every pirate has heard the tails of merfolk and sirens but they were legends, myths, they couldn't possibly be true. Yet the closer he gets, using his little gold telescope, he sees your pretty body even closer.

He's so distracted by you he barely acknowledges this giant ten foot long merman next to you, you're tiny in comparison to the damn giant with the blue. Choso can't hardly see your tail. But he knows it must be beautiful. 

Has he fallen for a siren before he can even hear her song!? He's a romantic yes but to be this enamored from a distance – surely you're calling to his heart. He rushes over to his wheel, steering it right in your direction, could it be the rum, the madness, or was it you casting a spell upon him!?

*****

“Here,” the merman slips the dried slip on you, tugging you against his chest, you sigh and hug him tightly. Letting his hands brush up and down your bare shoulder. “So you don't want to go home, where should I take you? You could come down underneath the sea with me for a time, but you have to kiss me for oxygen.”

“Is this a ploy to kiss me?” You tease, he laughs softly, procuring some water from the dew in the air and setting it in his hands for you to sip.

“No salt in this.”

“Oh thank you,” you sip from his palm, the one with the sharp nails, they're just a little webbed his fingers but largely human. And large in general, so much you're blushing when they touch your chin, sipping the water greedily. “Mmm!”

“Do you need more?” You nod and he gathers just a bit more.

“Yum, what's your name?”

“Satoru,” he smiles, far too pretty for a creature with sharp, pointy teeth, letting you sip more, brushing your lip carefully with a thumb. “You really can breathe underwater with a merman’s kiss.”

“But I cannot swim!”

“I could help you,” you giggle softly, leaning forward with the breeze blowing your hair around gently, the giant merman – Satoru – tilts your chin up, leaning low.

“Will you bite me?”

“You want me to?” You giggle, if you’re going to be delirious and perhaps dead or unconscious, you might as well kiss a pretty merman. “I only will if you ask, Merman’s honor.”

“I see,” you lean up and brush your nose against his, his hand slipping up your back and leaving trails of goosebumps, his eyes glittering like stars are swirling in the irises. “Shall we practice such a kiss?”

“Mhm, we should,” Satoru tugs you against him, lips brushing against yours, sweet breath ghosting over your lips and making them tingle, sighing your name and then kissing your mouth. It must be some sort of magic, the kiss has you dizzy, arching up for more as his tongue slips inside your mouth, dancing along your teeth and then slipping inside, against your tongue.

“Mmm,” you’re whining out when he tugs you onto his lap, his scales cool and rough against delicate skin, your heat right against the coolness of his waist, where his tail flicks excitedly, hands taking over your waist. You pull back for a breath and he drags you back down, moaning into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans those words lazily, sharp pointy teeth nipping your lower lip, you gasp and he grins. “Couldn’t help myself, sweetheart, you’re just the most delectable human.”

“Do you lead humans to their deaths with your songs?” you roll your hips with his guidance, cunt dragging along that slit you’re ever curious about.

“Not me, no, I’m not much of a singer,” he hums a bit, making you dizzy. “Do you think my voice is that good?”

“I do, it could put me to sleep,” you yawn and he frowns.

“Don’t yawn while grinding on me,” he drags you down further, both of you just nestled on this cove as the ship approaches, your hands pressing against the marble hardness of his biceps. “Keep moving like that and you’ll have me all out.”

You move again, gasping out when you feel it – tips prodding your entrance, you pull up and a messy trail of slick drips down them, you’re biting your lip hard at the sight. 

“Oh!”

“Mmhm, spit on them princess,” he whispers desperately, you do just that, spitting on the two tips that rub together and are shoving further out of that opening, for him to toy with your slit with those long fingers, dragging you right back down, having you glide them through your soppy folds. “Oh fuck, humans feel this good?”

“Are w-we similar?” you blush as you ask, he nods and kisses you again, swallowing nervously as he drags you up and down him faster, each stroke his cocks are starting to thrust out even more, your cunt gliding right along. Satoru’s kissing down your throat, eyes fluttering shut as his soft hair brushes your skin.

Is Satoru going to lose his virginity to a human?

The prettiest human just grinding her cute slit on his cocks? He wonders if you could take it though, considering the bigger he gets, the more he’s unsure your tiny hole could stand it. His cocks are each over ten inches, and you just don’t even look that deep – mermaids were made to take more than you.

But your cunt was so wet, he bets you’d try.

Satoru takes some of that arousal and laps it off his fingers, moaning now, desperate to taste you when he hears shouting, some drunken goth pirate waving his arms around. He grimaces and rolls his eyes, you pause your grinding and turn around, gasping at the sight.

“A ship! Oh, Satoru, you can’t tell them where I’m from…”

“Of course I won’t,” he murmurs softly, willing his cocks to go back inside, but they’re stuck out, throbbing and leaking pearlescent beads of precum. You blush as you look at the sticky mess he’s leaked against your cunt, looking at his cocks with wide eyes.

“Oh would those even fit!? And… you could only use one!?”

“You have two holes,” he grins and you blink curiously. “I studied human anatomy extensively.”

“I… see…”

“And you stretch.”

You gasp. “That much?”

“Well, I could find out,” he’s about to slip his fingers inside when the damn cockblock of a pirate is shouting again. Satoru rolls his eyes. “Ugh, I guess we should probably get you on board, some food and more water would be good for you, even if I wanna drag you down to the sea.”

“Oh r-right,” you hop off and adjust your slip, standing and then blinking down at his cocks again, blushing furiously at the sight, his cocks even have this faint light blue shimmer to their thick, veiny forms, and that’s not even all of his cocks, clearly – more is sticking out! “Do they go back in?”

“Yes but not if you keep looking like that, turn around please?” You do that, your eyes catching sight of the pirate now.

“He’s rather handsome…”

“Excuse me!?”

“I mean,” you look back, giggling now, Satoru’s glaring, splashing water at you with his pretty blue tail. “Hey!”

“Don’t stare at other men, what a little harlot,” you can’t stop giggling, even as he snatches you up, his cocks finally put back up, you hold onto his neck tightly. “Two cocks not enough, do you need three?”

“How many holes do I have?”

“Oh you brat,” he’s sighing and rolling his pretty ocean eyes as the ship finally comes close enough. “You think you’ll be alone with the pirate? Jokes on you, I have legs too.”

Satoru’s lifted you so you’re riding his back, going the rest of the way until the handsome drunken pirate peers over at you both, tossing down a rope ladder. “Hello there, sir!”

“You beautiful siren,” he’s got flushed cheeks, you’re giggling at him, Satoru’s got a death grip on your thighs as he scowls with his pretty blue eyes. “Come aboard, fair maiden. Um… suppose your friend can too.”

“So kind of you sir,” Satoru pinches your thighs and you gasp, smacking at the grinning siren. “We shall.”

*****

Captain Choso has to get both of you dry clothes, since when Satoru does have his legs – his cocks are just hanging there. Oh, and they have scales along the base, rather than any sort of hair, darting down his shimmery thighs. He’s still extremely tall as a human but not the ten feet of length, a bit more human, well over six foot – as is the handsome pirate Choso.

He’s overly attentive as he gives you a good hearty meal, making sure you have the finest linen to wear he could find. It’s a dress too large and daringly low on your chest, baring your shoulders to Choso’s eager gaze. His amethyst eyes are damn near black when you lean down and take a sip of rum while Satoru is dressing – he finds human clothes so intriguing that he’s trying on all sorts of things.

A drop slips down your throat ever so slowly, Choso’s fingers dart and catch it, making your heart race, your cheeks flushed from his proximity and the rum. “Sorry, you made a little bit of a mess.”

“Hmm,” you swipe at his lips with your thumb, smiling at him. “You’re messy too.”

“Ah well if I knew a siren would be on my ship I’d have cleaned up,” you giggle at that, tilting your head just a bit.

“Who, Satoru?”

“You. Not him, ugh.”

“I’m a human though,” Choso blinks curiously. “Did you think me a mermaid?”

“You are one,” you laugh again, shaking your head as he twirls a lock of your hair around his finger. “I know you are, cannot lie to me.”

“No, a human who can’t swim I’m afraid, I was a noble lady,” his fingers dart across your cheeks. “I fear I don’t want to go back.”

“You can stay on my ship,” he murmurs softly, tilting your chin up, you sigh, so warm with his touch, Satoru’s sweetness still lingering on your lips. “For as long as you wish. Though I think you are a siren, enchanting me.”

“Not at all,” he kisses you softly, and you exhale, leaning close – in one night you’ve kissed two handsome men, and your body is reacting to every bit of it. “Mmm, I should have asked permission.”

“I give it–”

“Excuse me!?” Siren Satoru has his hands on his hips, he’s decked out in some sort of fancy blue and gold robes, tied at the waist – too much of that chest showing, Satoru snatches you up before you can blink, sitting you right on his lap. “I’m claiming her as my mate, pirate boy.”

“I’ve offered her a place on my ship as my mate, merman.” Satoru scoffs, hand gripping your tit as he wraps his arms around you.

“I’ve already had my cocks almost inside her–”

“Satoru!”

“What? I have, how many cocks do you have, pirate boy?”

“One but it’s quite impressive,” he’s blushing as he says it, you giggle again, drunk off the rum and their attention. “I could be inclined to share this fair maiden if that’s what she wishes.”

“This greedy human,” Satoru grumbles when he feels how wet you are on his thigh, you just blink at him all pretty. “Fine then, I’ll let you have your fun before I drag you to the sea’s depths.”

“Yay!”

You’re not quite sure how you end up naked, with Choso on his knees, Satoru holding your thighs wide as you sit on his lap, kissing across your neck while the pirate delves his tongue between your folds. You’re trembling and clinging to his dark messy hair, Satoru’s sharp teeth sinking into the skin at your neck, Choso’s straight nose smacking your twitchy clit.

Both men are devouring every inch of you – Choso’s mouth is hot and hungry, Satoru’s is cool – his tongue so long it slips in your cunt and hits your soft spot when he’s fucking it inside of you. Both of them moaning and drinking your juices up, as their cocks thicken – Satoru’s are still this pretty pearly blue tint, Choso has the prettiest pink tip you could imagine.

“On your knees, princess,” Satoru orders softly, you eagerly kneel on Choso’s captain bed, and he’s got his cock rubbing on your lips, as Satoru’s stupidly long fingers toy inside your holes – both holes, stretching you until you’re dizzy.

“Open for me please? Pretty please?” Choso asks, Satoru snorts, fucking your ass with his long fingers, as his cock eases in your cunt, already dripping wet. You open eagerly, tongue out for his cock to glide, the heavy weight warm against the roof of your mouth, Satoru’s sharp nails press into your hips.

“Ah!” You’re gasping for a breath, clinging to Choso's thighs when Satoru’s thick, veiny cocks start pressing inside, your cunt sucks him so eagerly, but your other hole takes a bit to stretch. The pressure makes you dizzy, Satoru’s pearly pre cum is making your holes even further lubricated, Satoru leans back and spits right on your ass, making it glide easier inside you.

The ship is rocking, making you take them both deeper as the ship pushes you back and forth. Choso pulls back when you whine out around him, swiping some of his cum off the corner of your mouth and lapping at it, eyeing you under dark lashes. “Oh you’re s-so pretty…”

“So f-full,” you gasp out those words, Satoru leans over you and kisses your lips, lapping at Choso’s pre as he shoves even deeper, bulging inside you, cocks rubbing against each other between your walls. “Mnh!”

“I know, sweetheart,” Satoru groans, staying still for a moment, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness as you grip him tightly. You’re arching as Choso fucks your throat, Satoru tugs at your waist and begins to move, Choso’s thrusts matching Satoru’s as they fuck inside you. “Oh f-fuck… tightest little human, god…”

Choso sinks back inside your throat, one of your hands held behind your back by Satoru’s clawed hand, the other in Choso’s grip, almost loving as you choke and gag down him, drool spilling all over. Both of them are whimpering, two thick cocks fucking into your cervix and ass, the other sinking in your tight throat. “Takin’ it so well, g-god… losing my virginity to a siren!?”

“She’s a h-human,” Satoru laughs softly, smirking at Choso now. “Unless you wanna lose it to me, but y-you’re not my type.”

“Tch, neither are you,” Satoru blows the pirate a kiss, you’d laugh if you weren’t stuffed full of cocks. Satoru slams hard inside your gummy, quivering walls and rolls his hips.

“Cum on my cocks, that’s it, my pretty human,” you’re screaming around Choso’s cock as your body convulses, your holes clamping down around Satoru’s veiny lengths.

You’re milking him and making him whine out with the way you flutter, the sensation is too much for him, you’re too pretty and perfect even as you’re drooling down a pirate – maybe you’re prettier like this. Choso’s lost in your face, your eyes rolled back, your lips wrapped around his base.

“Cum, let us see you, pretty.”

You’re squirting and spasming around the mermaid’s cocks, Satoru pulsing as he fills you with his hot, pearly cum coating your holes, Choso is right behind him, gasping out. Choso pulls out of your mouth, fisting his cock as he spills himself across your face and tits, his release hot and sticky as it decorates your skin in pretty patterns, your mouth wide open, catching much of his sticky release.

“Oh god, I’ve gotten drunk off the sea imagining this,” you exhale a shaky laugh at Choso when Satoru’s cocks lock the fuck inside you, thickening at the tips and stretching you too much, pulling you up on your knees. Choso’s kneeling on the bed licking his own release off your tits, your throat, moaning as your hips twitch, cunt and ass too full.

“Sorry, I guess we… gotta stay like this,” Satoru huffs, his sharp teeth sinking in your neck, your tummy is bulged where Satoru’s hand presses. “I can’t pull out.”

“How long, mnh!?” Satoru’s whining out and bucking up, Choso’s kissing on your lips, saliva and cum drooled into your slack mouth as you cling to him.

“I d-don’t know, you’re my first too, just stay here,” Satoru smirks when Choso pouts. “Now, where are you staying? The ship or the sea, hmm?”

Why can’t you… have both?

Both sounds good.

****

i'm dying imagining perverted merman gojo's stash lol

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[egophiliac]

Your comics about Sebek’s parents are so funny! I was wondering if you have any headcanons about Sebek’s siblings? I think the only canon facts we have is Sebek’s brother is a NRC graduate and Sebek’s sister calls him “Sebek-chan” and they both took Sebek fishing.

thank you! :> I love the Zigvolts a ridiculous amount for characters who have never actually shown up (...yet). I do think Sebek's siblings got a lot more of their dad's personality than he did; everything we hear about them makes them sound waaaay more chill, plus I think they say at some point that Sebek was the only one who had any interest in soldier training. so presumably they've got their own things they're off doing!

anyway, my 100% headcanon bits for them are that 1) they're a lot closer in age to each other than to Sebek (and it's kind of a big gap between them and him), and 2) they both inherited the scales and/or pointy ears. so Sebek is both the baby and also the most human-looking, and he is VERY prickly about both those things. 😔

(I would be SO happy to be proven wrong about all of this though, if they would just give us that Briar Valley hometown event and let us meet any of them--)

[targlocket]

DRAGON HYBRID!VALARR

cw: 18+(mdni), monsterfucking!!, fluff fluff fluff, possessiveness!!, scenting, gentle manhandling, breeding, cock-warming, tail humping, knotting, a touch of sub!valarr if you squint.

a/n: for the anons that asked for dragon hybrid!valarr, here he is! i hope i did him justice! enjoy our devoted dragon husband! mwah!

✧ LOOKS ⤷ in a rather humorous twist of fate, all of valarr's targaryen silver went to his draconic features instead of his human ones, save for a streak in his hair. the rest? his wings, his tail, the slight protruding horns on the side of his head? all covered in silver greyish scales that glitter in the moonlight.

⤷ dragon hybrid!valarr's tail is thick, long, and sturdy, with a membrane going along the sides, littered with pointy spikes. the end of it, however, is flat but heavy; non-threatening. couldn't hurt anyone with it, unless he flicked his tail fast enough for it to whip and crack against someone's skin, which he never plans to do. has close to full control over it, unless he is deeply flustered by you, or overly anxious about the weight on his shoulders; the looming promise of crown and realm is a heavy burden after all. valarr mostly uses his tail for utility. grabbing things for you, coiling it around your wrist to keep you steady and close, or giving his horse a soft tap on the flank as a sign to gallop at jousts.

⤷ he keeps his talons trimmed. valarr does not want to add to his mental strain by worrying about hurting someone unknowingly with his sharp claws. he knows they could come in handy, as weapons and other things, but he would rather use his sword or dagger for that, as any knight would. the blessing of his ancient strength and features is pleasing, but he would be betraying himself if he relied on them too heavily. he wants to prove his own as fairly as he can. being feared for his distinguished features but not his prowess in battle leaves a sour taste in his mouth that he would rather do without.

⤷ scales look different depending on the lighting. greyish and darker when the moon is in full bloom, and glittering, sometimes molding to the color of the sun when valarr walks through the gardens or lounges with you on a chaise by the window in the morning light. he is proud of them. shows them off sometimes when he feels particularly peacockish. they resemble a map onto his body, from the nape of his neck, slowly littering the arch of his spine, sprouting into that powerful tail. down his temples and a bit haphazardly along his hairline, making his eyes pop. a generous amount frames the broadness of his shoulders, emphasizing his sturdiness. the ones only you get to see, drizzle along his navel and the V of his hips, as if emphasizing where the jut of them protrudes.

⤷ dragon hybrid!valarr has horns, but they are more of a cluster than a singular one. instead, smaller, harder membranes sit along the sides of his head, slightly obstructed by his hair. their tips are hard but not spiked; thus, they do not hurt when touched. (for reference, i am referring to how seasmoke's scales are positioned atop his head! very similar to that, but solely two rows.)

⤷ valarr's wings are mostly tucked against his back. he sees no use in them if it's not to protect you or shelter you from someone's view. in case they do make an appearance, they're rather large but with a thinner membrane; grey like his scales. in his mind, they are more an inconvenience than a blessing, since they can be in the way, especially when he jousts. remembering to keep them tucked tightly against his back so they do not slow down the gallop of his horse by dragging his backward is one more thing he has to worry about.

⤷ his eyes are slitted. they thin when he's irritated, but grown so, so big when he looks at you. the slim black iris enlarges to its full capacity, almost eclipsing the violet of his eyes for a moment, looking more man than beast. it's so easy to know when he's enamored; it's as clear as day.

⤷ keeps his tongue in his mouth unless he's in the privacy of your royal chambers. he's not necessarily ashamed of it, but he wants only you to know how it looks, feels, and tastes. it's slippery, long, and forked. sounds like a soft rattling when he's overjoyed or pleased.

✧ BEHAVIOUR ⤷ instilled in himself from a very young age that he cannot lose control of the ancient, primal instincts that lie just beneath his skin. he is a knight. he will one day be king. valarr cannot and will not let the feral beast prowling the depths of his mind and the cavity of his chest rule his judgment or feelings. he needs to be stronger than the primal instincts surfacing whenever his emotions are heightened. he can be stronger.

⤷ dragon hybrid!valarr's only true weakness, aside from his family, is you. will only ever be you. years of carefully constructed resolve and leash onto his impulses, tighten hard enough to snap whenever you are involved. he loves you most ardently, and all the warmth in his chest and heat in his veins are never quiet in your presence. if you are near, his senses sharpen—that overprotective instinct to always protect you—but they also melt like drizzled honey, leaving behind glimpses of the beast within, letting it claw its way out.

⤷ it always worsens when you are brazen enough to offer him your affection in public. your fingers tightening just so where they rest in the crook of his elbow, a few words whispered against the shell of his ear, low and syrupy, or a gentle hand brushing through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, nails catching skin and scales. whatever it may be, it undoes him completely without fail, without preamble. makes his tail swish behind him, his wings twitch, the thin off his irises blow wide as his lips part enough for a peek of forked tongue to show through. it's delectable for you and a never-ending battle for him.

⤷ sometimes, he gives in to the urge; the constant animal instinct to be closer, to touch, to possess, even if surrounded by sycophants at a feast, seated at the high table next to you, all pretty and radiant. his tail sneaks under the table, slithering until it brushes against your silken-clad ankle, slowly coiling around it and just holding for a while. tightening his grip from time to time to remind you that he's there and he loves you; wants you, still, even surrounded by all these people. squeeze—squeeze—squeeze. three times. i love you. wordless but meaningful.

⤷ if some nameless lord dares to ask for a dance or stands too close to you, valarr's tail always slithers higher, making sure to caress the inside of your knee and the silken skin of your inner thigh, the rough scales doing more than just tickle. he knows what he's doing; knows he shouldn't do it, but the possesive beast prowling his chest and dictating his actions cannot stand watching anyone come near you like this, moreover with an audience. you are his mate. your place is at his side, not dancing with some old decrepit lord who barely knows where his feet are placed. his tail presses against where you are hottest, between your thighs, and stays there like a brand, like a statement, unmoving until the end of the night. flush against your small clothes, covering the entirety of your clothed pussy, lips twitching just so when he feels you squeeze the tip of his tail between silken skin and humping your hips against it. his lovely mate, so easily wound up. if scales turn wet and slick by the end of the feast, he will only have to bring them to his lips and lick them clean as he watches you.

⤷ dragon hybrid!valarr is territorial. watches, circles, prowls. around you, around people who think they can be close to you, around the places you frequent. if you are not under his sight, he will make sure that changes are made as rapidly as possible so you two can be in each other's line of sight again. even when he trains, attends council, or jousts, his mind is still on you. doesn't have to insist that you sit in the stands as he trades blows with other knights and unhorses them with precision and tact. valarr knows you love watching him joust. his armor on, your favor around his arm, and the warmth of your parting kiss still tingling on his lips.

⤷ but what he looks forward to is the moment when you two are alone after a joust. he's sweaty, dirty, and grimy. breathing hard still, full of adrenaline from trading blows and the praise from the crowd. but all of that pales in comparison when you straddle his lap and coo your own homage to his strength and performance. his pupils dilate, and his tail curls around your thigh, your waist, any part of you it reaches first, to press you closer and keep you there. your fingers run up his armored shoulders, skitter the sides of his neck, only to burrow into his hair and pet it tenderly, as one would do to a dog. his breath catches, tail coiling tigther, wings twitching behind him, willing to open. the moment you touch his horns and let your nails scrape against them as you whisper praises in his ear, he melts against the mattress like molten steel, putty under you. moans and whines and twitches, flushed and dizzy, hips twitching under you helplessly. when your tongue licks a slow stripe up one horn, he swears he almost soils his breeches like a green boy.

⤷ needs to have his scent on you. craves to smell it on you, even after you've been parted from each other for a while. of course, the most effective way to make sure his scent sticks is to leave his spend on and in you. he's always sweet about it, lovely in the way the action is not. makes sure to rut in deep and flood your womb with his cum, not pulling out until his knot subsides, whispering sweet nothings as you cock-warm him. afterward, his fingers are careful to scoop up the spend that slowly leaks out of your puffy hole and smear it against your skin. the inside of your wrist, the crook of your neck, between the valley of your breasts, anywhere visible. valarr always nuzzles the places he's marked, a growled, low purr vibrating in his chest, sated and pleased to have you reeking of him.

⤷ does not sleep well without you by his side. needs to be wrapped around you, from the tangle of your ankles to the way his chin hooks against your shoulder to press against the dewy skin of your throat. his long tail coils around your torso and keeps you close, the flat end of it slowly rubbing where you happen to ache that day: your stomach, the small of your back, the meat of your calves. he's careful and tender. nosing at your neck while murmuring how much he loves you, how much his dragon loves you. how he never wants to let you go, for you are his most prized treasure and he cannot help but hoard you to himself with every opportunity.

⤷ dragon hybrid!valarr likes to knot you in the mornings the most. presses your back to his chest as his hands roam sleep warm skin, his cock sliding between your folds until they part and welcome him inside your wet pussy. relishes the way his knot catches against your hole before nudging in, keeping you so full of him. knows you're going to feel the stretch and ache of him all day, until he can have you again before slumber takes you in the evening, ready to remind you what your sweet dragon can do to pleasure you. the thought of you walking the gardens, embroidering in the library, or reading in the solar, all the while feeling the ache of him, of his cock, of his knot between your legs makes him purr in satisfaction. even when he is away, he wants a part of him to be with you, no matter in what way.

⤷ hoards every single favour you have ever given him at jousts. they are tokens of your love for him. proof that you believed in him enough to bestow him with a piece of you. valarr keeps them all neatly in a wooden chest in his solar. when he misses you, which is frequently, he opens it and brushes his fingers through them, bringing the latest one to his nose to breathe in any lingering of your scent still on the fabric. his most prized possessions, after you.

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taglist: @mademoisellepetite @ghostlybfgf @breakspearz @pinkdoeweirdo @0nlybitt3r4may (i don't have a set taglist for the dragon hybrid!series, but i will make a post about it soon!)

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Merfolk Courting Rituals | TWST

Octavinelle Dorm X Reader

Azul X Reader, Jade X Reader, Floyd X Reader,

---- Merfolk typically have instinctual ways they begin 'courting' or a relationship, in the deep sea you need to be sure of your partner after all. (Non-Human courting rituals part 2/3)

Savanaclaw Ver. | Diasomnia Ver.

Floyd:

It was spring when it happened. Almost summer. The days we’re warming up and everyone was suffering a bit for it.

Usually, you would be able to go about your business alone, or perhaps with the company of Grim if he felt like it. Today however, a certain eel was towering over your shoulder. “Shrimpy~” he’d giggle, a shiver was sent down your spin at his voice.

You slowly turned around. “A-ah? Hey Floyd…” you smiled warily. You usually, like most people in school, avoided the eel like the plague. He flashed his sharp teeth at you and extended his hand, the other one in his pocket in a more relaxed manner then your posture.

“A tooth…?” You squinted at the item, it was pointy: like his own teeth.

Realistically, you didn’t really wanna hold this. Not that you’d tell him that. You glanced up at him again and saw those same teeth, not a single one out of place. “Do ya like it?~”

He leaned closer to your face, his eyes widened ever so slightly in a more intimidating manner. Clearly his lack of personal space had never changed. “Um… yes! I do…?!” You were quick to awnser back.

Pleased with himself, he giggled loudly and walked away.

What was that about?

After that he’d keep approaching you with odd gifts… at one point he presented you with the largest pearl you’ve ever laid your eyes on and then the next day he gifted you with a handful of beautiful scales.

You dreaded to think about the poor mer behind that gift…

Either way, this was suspicious, right? When Floyd leech approached you, you either run away or get squeezed, why were you getting gifts? It also didn’t help your relationship with the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, who now avoids you like the plague.

Seriously, when you walk into a room Riddle happened to be in, he jumps up and leaves immediate- sometimes even running away like you were his tormentor instead of Floyd!

You’d also noticed that Floyd would yawn more around you… You didn’t think you were boring either because he wouldn’t be around you if you were boring to begin with! “Are you getting enough sleep?”

“Eh? Shrimpy doesn’t like me?” Floyd pouted, You noticed him glance at your mouth breifly. “Shrimpy~ that’s rude.” He’d whine louder, a darker look in his eyes than usual. You had no clue if you had offended him or not that time…

Another time was this happened. It actually happened far more often than you would think or enjoy.

“Shrimpy~” he’d say repeatedly to annoy you while you walked around school. Like when a sibling kept poking at you and claiming they weren’t touching you, but he had his hands behind his head as he followed behind you a bored expression on his face. He had been hanging around you more.

Sadly that meant your friends were less likely to approach you. And if they did it was because they neglected to see the towering eel boy.

“My, My, Floyd had taken quite a liking to you.” Jade stated offhandedly one day. You were at the Mostro Lounge (Azul was tired of Floyd skipping work and offered you free meals to hang out so Floyd would get back to work.)

You glanced at the Eel with a confused look. “What do you mean?” He simply looked down at the small necklace you had made with Floyd’s… gifts of a tooth and scales. I’m your defense they made very nice jewelry. Was it a bit messed up to be wearing some students scale and possibly their tooth? Perhaps… but you were poor and wanted something nice to wear.

With the same odd mysterious smile, Jade was off to serve the next costumer.

So you took it upon yourself to figure out what that meant!

First you went asking around Octavinelle. This was a bad idea because most students avoid you like you were Floyd.

Thankfully you managed to corner one, A trembling student you was glancing behind and around you the whole while you talked to him. "So?" You finally asked, a hand on your hip.

"Uh... What? C-could you repeat the question...?" He finally looked to you.

"Whats up with Floyd!" You finally snapped a bit, with a groan and a small eyeroll you glared at the smallfry.

"A-aren't you his...?"

"What on earth does that mean..." You groaned in annoyance too yourself. You were still, very, extremely lost.

Jade:

Whatever do you mean? You started courting him first if he wasn’t mistaken.

It was a Monday afternoon during autumn you believed, when he was serving you in the Mostro Lounge while you were studying. (They had a exclusive deal that lasted only that day) It was pretty late and so, you, like a very normal human, yawned. “My, If I’m not mistaken this is hardly that time of year.” He replied slyly as he gave you your half off drink.

You just glanced at him in confusion as he bowed and excused himself, ever the polite waiter.

That was… odd.

What was stranger was, now Jade has this habit of gifting you things he found on his hikes. It started with a flower to then a mushroom and for some reason he had gifted you a rock? He said he found it “fascinating” So he gifted it to you.

You didn’t really know either…

This whole issue began to intimidate you. I mean, Jade leech, gifting you things? There had to be some kind of motive behind it! There is always a motive behind the Octa-trios advances.

So, not wanting to owe him anything, you began gifting him things in return. “I found this at the store and thought you might like it.” You’d smile warily and a bit nervously as you extended a hand, in it a Dorsel Fin candy.

He’d smile and accept your gift, you’d breath a sigh of relief and go about your day as usual. At least now you didn’t owe him anything!

Now it became a habit, or a fun little game! Whenever Jade would gift you something, you’d look for something of equal value or better! Something he’d like. You’d attempt to one up him, but it was as if he knew about your game somehow and wasn’t letting you win.

Eventually it started to become something else, he was just... always there now? You'd turn around and almost scream! Because: was he there the whole time?

The worst part? He helped you so much more than half the time you turned around, and he wasn't there, you wished he was. He was making your life harder by not being there!

Here is the thing, you can't just get someone use to having a nice, helpful helping hand who is also attractive and then just take that away! Its inhumane.

You gifted him a terrarium you made yourself.

You didn't know why you did it. Maybe you liked his company and wanted to show your appreciation, maybe it was just because you were fond of him.

It was pretty out of the blue as well. You had been working on it for a week now, it wasn't anything remotely at Jade's own level but it was nice. (It better have been because that hike to gather everything almost killed you.)

Was it worth it? Yes. Seeing his eyes widen slightly before he regained his composure was absolutely worth it. He almost had to cough into his hand in Suprise.

Jade wasn't the most expressive, but you had a few ideas of what his Suprise would be look like. "Do you like it?"

"I do perfect. Thank you."

Note: Jade will never confess. It'll be one of those relationships where you don't know how it started but now your married so... Have fun!

Azul:

He was hopeless. Everybody knew this simple fact, except of course: you.

He was a businessman, not a... romance man!

From the way he'd tug at his tie like it was choking him when you were around, to how flushed he'd get when you even glanced in his direction. This guy was absolutely hopeless.

He actually turned... A very bright red was he turning purple as well? and immediately fixes his posture when you're in the room.

Thankfully, it takes two to tango and you were interested in him as well.

So, yeah, it was up to you to pursue the shady businessman who isn't very shady around you and instead acts like, in his own words, "an idiot."

So, no... he doesn't exactly court you. You court him.

You bring him cool things you find, blabber on about what you like and what you think he would like. He was... very confused and flustered, but happy you were there.

It was only after you took an active role in the relationship that he relaxed slightly and began to play along. Giving gifts back and ranting about the business and some poor unfortunate soul he scammed helped.

As everything began to relax in your guy's relationship. It got too comfortable, well, comfortable wasn't the right word. He was comfortable, you were suffering.

Why wasn't he making a move?! Didn't he like you?

Meanwhile, he was feeling pretty good. Jade and Floyd had gotten to a place where they don't tease him as much about not being able to make a move with you. (He didn't you made all the moves.) And his crush was showering him with attention!

You'd glance at him nervously while you sat at Mostro Lounge. He was counting his contracts. His new ones he had started to reaccumulate.

You physically couldn't hold it back anymore. It had been a week. A whole week of nothing new happening between the two of you. The words fell from your lips fast, like rushing water you tried to hold back but couldn't. It would have always slipped through the cracks in your fingers anyway... So you asked him, the burning question. "I like you. Do you like me...?" You finally blurted out.

"What?" He froze up. His head whipping in your direction he didn't know what to do or say and- he was ruining this wasn't he?

Azul had always been an anxious boy, it helped him- Because despite those anxieties he'd show them. he'd overcome them! He always had. But what do you do exactly when the person your heart has been beating oddly for asked that?

"I- um..." was all you needed before you stood up and left. Trying to fight back the small burn that began in your eyes before you cried. "Wait!" He called out but you had been out the door far too soon to even remotely hear him.

It was... a whole thing. He hated it, you hated it, and despite him refusing to admit it, you both cried over it. You always did love the classic miscommunication trope. But it happened. And frankly, you' prefer it this way in the long run. Because when everything was cleared up...

You got to kiss the octopus boy!

A smile on your face when you pulled away, he stared at you slightly shocked but very happy.

In a side note, after you kissed him, he wondered around aimlessly for a good while before he broke out of whatever spell you put him under. (You're still the magicless perfect of ramshackle...)

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Note: Floyd is my favorite. I hope you could tell lol Do I adore Azul? Yes! Was he the last one I wrote so it was kind of rushed and not very long? Also yes... I tried to make it a bit special-er?

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jur-ASS-ic! pairing: dino hybrid!Sukuna x researcher!Reader

synopsis: what could go wrong when you try to cure a disease by changing your colleague's DNA? more than you might think. now it's up to you to deal with the, ah, side effects.

content: mdni, smut, porn with a touch of plot, jurassic park au, reader is a scientist but there's not even a drop of scientific accuracy here ok, sukuna gets his DNA spliced with a dinosaur (let's not ask questions), aphrodisiac venom, accidental body modification, pretty much true-form sukuna just tweaked a lil (he's got a few scales and sharper teeth, only one cock rn sorry guys), sorta monster fucking, hybrid stuff, he's in heat and makes it reader's problem, knotting, lil bit of ass play, bathrooms sex, unprotected piv sex

who said splicing together human and dinosaur DNA was a bad idea?

okay, maybe everyone ever, but what did they know?

they weren't the ones with the prestigious degree and even more impressive job at one of the world's most advanced research labs!

which, uh, you might not have anymore if anyone found out about this little fuck up.

"don't fucking say it," sukuna snapped at you.

"I didn't say anything," you muttered, jaw clenching but not nearly as hard as his was. his back molars were grinding, the only noise in the lab while you both stared at his reflection in the mirror.

your former friends-with-benefits was more like a colleague you occasionally copulated with - in supply closets and on top of desks during lunch breaks, carrying condoms in your wallets and keeping a spare set of clothes in your cars for each other.

you didn't know what to expect two hours ago when he called you and demanded you meet him here after he'd been absent from work for weeks though. the last time you'd seen him was at the same sink he was currently leaning on, after he'd fucked you senseless when you were both supposed to be heading home, where he begrudgingly admitted he was sick, some hereditary disease there wasn't a cure for.

it was your idea. just altering a few lines late at night, like fixing bad code. how far was it from fixing dino DNA? you had plenty of experience with that, every day spent pretty much unsupervised while you spliced and designed new dinosaurs for some foreign park they were opening soon.

what was the risk?

okay, there were kind of a lot of them, but you figured you wouldn't make him more sick, at least. you were helping him!

you'd never hypothesized any of these, uh, side effects.

"I thought you were just on vacation," you murmured, chewing on the corner of your fingernails in a weak attempt to distract yourself from what his looked like now.

it was what your director had told everyone. that sukuna had finally decided to use his PTO and ditch you during the tail end of your project. you hadn't really given it any more thought, just shrugged it off under the assumption he probably was just recovering from his illness - and kind of assuming you'd be receiving a thank you fuck once he returned for fixing him.

sukuna might actually strangle you instead.

especially if he ended up growing a fucking tail too.

he scoffed.

two arms folded across his chest. a third scratching the back of his neck. the fourth, though, that one could definitely strangle you. nails turned to talons, lethal and sharp.

dark marks littered his skin - tattoos and scales, small ones that you could see in a few spots when he stretched, over his wrists, by his collarbones, all a shade of pinkish red that reminded you of his hair. his teeth were sharper too, canines distractingly pointy.

it'd be fascinating, really, if it wasn't your fault. if it wasn't happening to him.

"the fuck did you to me?" he grunted, turning back towards you, away from the bathroom mirror. his shirt strained against his chest with every movement, like it was suddenly too small, threatening to rip under his muscles. the fabric around the holes he'd cut out for his extra arms was fraying too, as if he just hacked at it with a pair of kitchen scissors.

"honestly?" you hesitated, your eyes stuck to the patch of scales by his hips, something a little sensual about the way they caught the fluorescent lights, how much they made you want to reach out and touch him. see how he felt. catalogue all the differences. for research purposes. definitely. your next breath was shaky as you said your least favorite sentence. "I don't know."

"can you fix it?"

yeah, you probably weren't getting fucked.

your reluctance to even say you didn't know was more than enough of an answer for him.

"it's unlikely," you admitted. "with the extra, um, appendages-"

"fuck," he growled, one of his new hands flexing a fist as he restrained himself from hitting something in sheer frustration. sweat was dripping down his forehead, loose strands of hair plastered there, brows furrowed together as he squinted at you.

it probably wasn't the best time to explain that the veins bulging in his second set of arms had likely connected to important blood vessels, that sure, it'd be possible to cut them off, but there was no telling what kind of added risks there would be when his body was unlike anyone else's now.

you stepped forward, reaching out to touch him, but he recoiled. you instantly deflated, disappointment that'd been pooling over the surface sinking in deep now.

he probably hated you. who wouldn't? you'd done that to him.

you still thought he was hot, maybe even more than before, imagining new positions he could probably bend and spread you into with four hands instead of two. but sukuna wouldn't believe you. would think you were just bullshitting him in a lazy attempt to make him feel better.

and if sukuna loathed anything more than you right now, it was pity.

"sorry," you weakly murmured, staring down at the floor and holding your breath. your chest hurt, straining with some feeling you were uncomfortable with. guilt was there, heavy at the bottom of your heart, but there was confusion, regret, humiliation at the size of your failure and the fallout standing in front of you. "seriously, I fucked up."

two fingers caught your chin, tilting your face up to meet his burning stare.

was he even taller?

"so take responsibility for it."

you weren't sure if he wanted you to fix or fuck him.

or if he knew.

because by the time he had you pinned against the wall, his cock was already throbbing against your cunt through your clothes, thick and swollen and desperate for you in a way he'd never been before.

"a-are you-?"

"shut up," he huffed, indignant and letting you come up with your own conclusions when his mouth latched eagerly onto your neck. but the hungry hickies he left this time already felt different, his lips warmer than you expected, fevered and fast. your hand slipped under his shirt, feeling where the hard bumps of his scales met his skin, curiosity starting to add to the heat in your stomach, the interest that was a lot more than simply scientific.

but then his teeth abruptly sank into your throat, and a sudden sharp pain made you squeal, squirming and gasping when he pulled away with a frown.

"it's not like I bit you," he rolled his eyes, still snarky even when he was scaly.

you opened your mouth to speak, but a dizzying wave struck you, sweeping away every scrap of logic and reason with it leaving you with nothing but desperation. thighs pressing together, shifting to soothe the burning absence between them. heat rising to your face, harshly aware of the way your panties were sticking uncomfortably to your skin, symptoms of something you were only vaguely starting to recognize.

it wasn't that he bit you. he injected you.

hadn't realized it either. venom was probably just another nifty new feature. but what fucking species had venom that doubled as an aphrodisiac?

"kuna," you whimpered.

maybe you'd have been better off if he had strangled you.

you saw the surprise briefly flicker across his dark eyes, only having a second to register it before he pieced together what was happening to you. and him.

"don't tell me," his voice dropped off, so low and dark you probably could cum just from hearing him speak alone.

"y-your teeth," you started, all breathless as his knee slid between your legs and your body reacted automatically, grinding against his thigh. riding him without a thought, the much-needed friction only fueling the ache he created. "you-"

he reached up, two hands still firmly planted on your hips while the third felt his canines, pulling his band back to see the clear liquid still dripping from them.

"do you want me to take you home?" he offered, giving you an out. all that would happen if he drove you back was you touching yourself and imagining this, imagining him between your thighs and his hands on your body. not the old him either. this man - monster - in front of you.

you shook your head no, stuck staring at him, studying the pinch of his brows and the way his mouth twitched before he scoffed.

"might ruin you," he warned like he meant it. like he wanted it.

"so ruin me," you dared.

and oh, you couldn't tell if it was heaven or hell, clothes ripped off and every rough thrust of his cock stretching you open and splitting you in two while you begged for him to go faster. his chest to your back, your stomach against the wall, his hands everywhere. on your hips and cupping your ass, one constantly in contact with your clit, toying with you easily. there was a frustrating itch that it didn't quite scratch, a raw need eating at you, desperate for him to devour you. but the few scales that had spread down to splotch across his veiny base were devastatingly intense, the texture making it feel closer to a ribbed condom, the pleasure only heightened by the way it caught and grinded against your sweet spots.

sure, it was more than strange, practically alien, his scales pressing against you with each smack of his hips against your ass, one hand snaking around to grab your throat from the front while he pounded you into the wall. cheek smushed to the side and guts being rearranged around him as you cried out his name in broken gasps, lost in a haze of him, thick tendrils of his scent and the sex in the air blurring your vision more than the tears were.

your skin was burning, sweat connecting your sticky bodies as he groaned your name into the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending a shudder through your spine.

his cock was snug against your cervix, grinding in deep, like he was trying to push through it, only pulling back when you clawed at the cheap wallpaper.

"s'too much," you slurred, cock drunk and almost incoherent apparently.

he grunted, his teeth scraping back over your shoulder like it was the only thing tethering him to holding back.

"next time," he grumbled, one of those heavy hand pushing your back into a pretty arch for him.

before you could even manage a moan, you felt the base of his cock swell, the scales dragging against your sensitive walls when you tried to squirm away. "w-what's happening?"

"fuck if I know," he snarled, seconds from snapping entirely. his voice was strained, struggling to form any words, gritty and gravelly as his cock throbbed deep in your cunt.

but the hand around your throat tightened, keeping you still while you made a pathetic strangled sound. his cock only grew more inside you, practically holding you hostage so he could keep his cum inside, a flare of desire coaxing you to let him, to beg him to fuck you full.

the one playing with your clit pressed down harder at the same time, rolling it between his thick fingers, the pressure almost making you cum before you could blink, finding the right rhythm to have you desperately mewling his name, telling him you needed him, needed this, all so stammered together you'd be surprised if he understood any of it.

"greedy," he scoffed at you, nipping again at your throat just to hear you gasp. "bet you want me to fuck your other hole too, huh?"

"please," you begged, slurring and stuffed.

and the third hand that had been on your hips dipped lower, his thumb suddenly prying you open right as his the brute force of where the base of his cock had ballooned pressed forward, distracting you from the pain by the intense pleasure. stretching both holes out just because he could.

everything was on fire, hot and hungry, a flame only he could put out.

just with cum instead of water.

you weren't sure who came first, or even from what, just that with one harsh swipe of his fingers over your clit and his thumb digging deeper, your limbs were going limp, only held up by him. and his cock.

the swelling keeping him locked into place when he finally finished, warm cum filling you up and unable to leak out, much more than usual painting your insides white while your vision went black, eyes scrunched shut.

"t-that was, fuck," you tried to catch your breath, thighs trembling and body shaking when he tried to pull out and couldn't yet. he pulled his thumb back out though, removed his grip on your throat. the still-horny part of you wished he'd left a handprint.

"I know," sukuna muttered, as close to sincere as it came with him.

"think that's, like, permanent?" you asked, wiggling around to see if it'd loosen just his tight the fit was. but the scales only made you wish it was permanent.

he made a sound that you guessed was supposed to be a scoff, but when you glanced over his shoulder, you could see he was struggling to retain any composure he had left.

"don't know what the hell you did to me," he muttered.

you didn't either.

but you didn't think it was so bad. how could it when he felt so fucking good?

he eventually worked his way back out, his fingertips grazing against where he'd bit you. there were two little holes left there, indents on your skin. you turned around, eyes flicking down to his lips before they traveled down to his cock, the tip pretty and pink and just begging for your lips to wrap around it.

would it be more sensitive?

you readily got on your knees, palms sliding up his muscled thighs, lips parted and waiting.

"get up," he growled.

"what?" you blinked, pouting and refusing to budge from your spot.

"you don't have to pretend you're into this," he scowled, squirting when he looked down the scales across his skin, the sharp claws that could slice you open with just a single graze.

he was grimacing, and you weren't sure if he was disturbed or disgusted, or maybe if he was just expecting you to be.

"what if I like it?"

a/n: I blame u for this @yenayaps now I wanna write like ten of these

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