Corpse👻

a curses heart

Pairing - Choso x gothic male reader you find yourself falling for a blood manipulation curse without realizing it.

The first thing Choso noticed about you wasn't the black clothing or the silver jewelry that decorated your ears and fingers. It wasn't the dark eyeliner that made your tired eyes seem permanently shadowed, nor the combat boots that echoed against the empty streets with measured confidence. It was the fact that you looked at him without flinching.

Most sorcerers reacted with disgust the moment they recognized what he was. Some drew their weapons before exchanging so much as a word. Others masked their fear with arrogance, convincing themselves that a curse could never be anything more than something to exorcise. You, however, simply stood across from him in the middle of the abandoned shopping district, twirling your cursed weapon absentmindedly while the evening wind tugged at the hem of your long black coat.

"So," you finally said, your voice calm enough that it almost sounded bored, "you're Choso."

His crimson eyes narrowed. "You know my name."

"I make it a habit to learn about the people I'm hunting."

His brow furrowed slightly at your wording. "People?"

A crooked smile appeared on your lips. "Well... everyone else insists you're a curse." You tilted your head, studying him with genuine curiosity rather than hatred. "I wanted to decide for myself."

The silence that followed caught him off guard. He had expected insults. Threats. A battle that would leave one of you dead. Instead, he found himself staring at a sorcerer who seemed more interested in understanding him than killing him.

Unfortunately, duty was still duty.

Without another word, Choso attacked.

Blood erupted from his arms in razor-sharp streams, slicing through the air with enough force to tear through concrete. You sprang backward, your coat flaring behind you as you narrowly avoided the first strike, boots skidding across wet asphalt. The fight that followed was relentless. Buildings cracked beneath the force of cursed energy, shattered glass rained from broken windows, and every attack carried enough power to end the battle instantly if either of you made a mistake.

Despite that, something felt... restrained.

Whenever Choso had a clear opening, he hesitated for the briefest fraction of a second.

Whenever you found an opportunity to drive your blade through his chest, your weapon somehow missed by inches.

Neither of you acknowledged it.

After nearly twenty exhausting minutes, both of you stood several meters apart, breathing heavily. Blood trickled from a cut above your eyebrow while bruises darkened your ribs beneath your shirt. Choso's sleeve had been torn nearly in half, revealing fresh wounds slowly closing under cursed energy.

"You fight strangely," he observed, wiping blood from beneath his nose with the back of his hand. His breathing was uneven, yet his gaze remained fixed on yours. "You've had at least four chances to kill me."

You rolled one shoulder, wincing as bruised muscles protested. "Funny," you replied, sliding your weapon back into its sheath, "I was about to say the same thing."

For the first time in years, Choso found himself without an answer.

Weeks passed before your paths crossed again.

Officially, you had been assigned to investigate reports of curse activity in another abandoned district on the outskirts of Tokyo. Unofficially, you already knew who was responsible.

You found him sitting atop the roof of a derelict apartment building, his legs hanging over the edge as he watched the city lights flicker to life below. The evening sky had turned deep shades of violet and black, making your own silhouette blend almost seamlessly with the growing darkness as you climbed onto the roof.

"You followed me," Choso said without looking back.

You walked over until you stood beside him, slipping your hands into the pockets of your coat. "No." A small grin tugged at the corner of your mouth. "I happened to receive a mission in the exact neighborhood where a certain Blood Manipulation user was hiding."

"...That's called following me."

"I prefer coincidence."

A faint sound escaped him, it took you several seconds to realize he had laughed. The noise was so quiet that it almost disappeared beneath the wind, but it was unmistakably a laugh. "There it is," you said with obvious satisfaction. Choso glanced at you in confusion. "What?"

"I was beginning to think you were physically incapable of smiling." you huffed out a breath, fog slightly escaped along with it.

"I can smile." you smiled, pushing his buttons a little more "I don't believe you."

"I can."

"Prove it."

His lips parted as though he intended to argue, only for him to realize he'd walked directly into your trap. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his expression before he looked away with the slightest hint of pink dusting the tips of his ears.

"...You're insufferable."

"There it is again."

"What?"

"The smile."

"I wasn't smiling."

"You absolutely were."

...

He sighed, rubbing a hand across his face as though you had somehow exhausted him in less than two minutes. "You're a very strange sorcerer."

"And you're surprisingly easy to embarrass."

"...I am not."

"You are."

"I've known you for approximately five minutes."

"And yet you're already blushing."

"I am not blushing."

You leaned closer, squinting dramatically as if inspecting him. "Interesting. Because your ears have turned red." Choso instinctively reached up to cover one ear before realizing exactly what he'd done. You burst into laughter, not cruel laughter, warm laughter. The kind that echoed across empty rooftops and somehow made the abandoned city feel just a little less lonely.

For reasons he couldn't explain, he didn't mind hearing it.

By the third meeting, neither of you bothered pretending it was an accident.

You arrived carrying a plastic convenience store bag filled with canned coffee and snacks, setting it down beside him on the rooftop without a word before sitting cross-legged against the crumbling wall.

Choso stared at the bag.

"...What's this?"

"Dinner."

He looked at you.

"You brought food?"

"I did."

"For me?"

You blinked. "Well... I wasn't planning on eating four sandwiches by myself."

"I don't need human food." you tilted your head to the side "You don't."

"..."

"But I figured you might want to try it."

His expression softened ever so slightly.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he reached into the bag and picked up one of the sandwiches as though expecting it to disappear. He studied the packaging with complete seriousness, carefully opening it before taking a tentative bite.

You tried very hard not to stare. "So?" you asked after several long moments. Choso chewed thoughtfully, swallowing before looking down at the sandwich in mild surprise. "...It's... good."

Your smile grew. "I know."

He took another bite, then another, each one a little less hesitant than the last. Watching him discover something as ordinary as convenience store food felt strangely intimate, and you found yourself smiling without realizing it.

After finishing half the sandwich, Choso glanced sideways and caught you looking.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"...You're smiling."

"I am."

"Why?"

You rested your chin on your hand, your expression softer than he'd ever seen it. "Because you look happy."

He froze....Happy....No one had ever described him that way before. His gaze drifted back to the half-eaten sandwich in his hands before quietly returning to you. "...I didn't realize I did."

"You do." For several seconds, neither of you spoke.

The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It simply settled around the two of you like the evening air, peaceful and unhurried. Without thinking, your shoulder leaned lightly against his.

Choso stiffened for only a heartbeat before, almost imperceptibly, allowing himself to relax against the contact instead of pulling away.

your snow leopard hybrid boyfriend satoru gets the zoomies (・∀・)

the first crash happens at 2:17 in the morning.

you know this because the sound is so loud, so violent, so utterly destructive, that you jolt awake with your heart in your throat and immediately slap around your bedside table for your phone like a woman being hunted.

your screen lights up: 2:17am.

from the living room comes a second crash. then a thump. then the unmistakable sound of enormous paws skidding across hardwood.

you stare at the ceiling, questioning your life choices.

“toru.”

silence, too much silence.

you sit up slowly, clutching the blanket to your chest. “satoru.”

a blur of white and grey shoots past the bedroom doorway making you blink. then two seconds later, it shoots past again in the opposite direction.

oh.

oh, no.

“satoru, are you having zoomies?”

there is a pause. then a deep, chirping trill echoes from the hallway, sealing your fate.

you groan and fall back against the pillows.

because snow leopard zoomies are not like house cat zoomies. house cat zoomies involve little claws, frantic hallway laps, maybe one knocked-over cup if the cat is feeling malicious. snow leopard zoomies involve a creature the size of a very expensive couch launching himself through your apartment like a furry missile with abandonment issues.

another thunderous thump shakes the wall and you finally throw the blanket off and stumble out of bed.

the hallway is dim, silvered by moonlight sneaking through the blinds. somewhere in the apartment, claws click against the floor as satoru scrambles for traction.

then he appears.

a massive snow leopard skids around the corner, fluffy tail whipping behind him like a banner. his pale blue eyes are enormous, pupils blown wide. his ears are perked. his mouth is slightly open in what can only be described as a deranged little grin.

he freezes when he sees you.

you freeze too.

“hi,” you say slowly.

his tail gives one excited lash.

“no.”

he crouches.

“satoru, no.”

his back end wiggles.

“do not pounce on me.”

he pounces anyway.

though not fully. even in his most unhinged animal form, some part of him is always careful with you. he lands short, front paws slapping against the floor right in front of your feet, shoulders low, tail lashing. then he springs backwards, head tossing like he’s challenging you.

F!ngering Gojo for the first time and watching him lose it.

(I’m Hispanic, I said what I said)

Satoru and you had been dating a few years now, so, it’s safe to say you guys were just about ready to finally do it now that you were both 23. After all, you’d been talking about doing it for a bit, no strangers to phone sex when he was away on missions. It was just a matter of finding the right time.

That, and a matter of preparing properly.

You and Satoru didn’t want to just do everything all at once, that felt way too jarring. What if you couldn’t get to the real thing because he took too long to open? So far whenever you guys jerked off over the phone, it was just that, jerking off. Satoru had never even fingered himself before, and any other intimacy you both had was either frotting or blowjobs.

So, you both planned it as a process, and today was the day you’d finger him for the first time.

You were both laid on your bed, side by side with your hand in his pants as you made out. You wanted to get more hot and heavy before starting, it would’ve felt too sterile otherwise. He was moaning against your lips already, never being one to hide his voice.

Your hand was slowly moving up and down his length, moving at an easy tempo to get started, and he was already humping at your palm desperately. He seemed even more turned on than you’d ever seen him, all due to the aspect that you’d be inside him today (technically).

“Mm, baby…” he moans against your lips, pulling back from the kiss first. “Let’s start, ok..?” He pleads, fingers picking at the fabric of your shirt to fidget with, coping with his anxiety at this next step in your relationship.

So, at his request, you pulled your hands out of his pants (causing him to whine despite the fact he’d asked for it) and sat up to reach for the lube on your nightstand.

It was only a few seconds that you were turned away but not having you right against him made him so nervous. He was facing the realization of what was happening in those split seconds.

He was worried about the pain, mostly, but he was also just thinking over the changes this would bring. You and him were about to become even closer, literally. This was the bridge to you guys actually making love for the first time, it was so close now.

After what felt like forever, you finally turned back to him, lube in hand. He watched as the viscous liquid dripped down onto your fingertips, coating them as you thumbed the liquid between each digit. God, were your hands always so hot? Was his chest always this tight? Has he been this hard the whole time?

You then finally looked up from the bottle toward him. God, you were so beautiful. You should look at him like that more.

“Can you slip out of your pants for me, baby?” You smiled to him. Ugh, he loved that smile so much. “Baby?” Oh- right. You told him to do something.

Satoru blinked himself out of whatever trance he was in, moving to quickly push his sweatpants down his legs. You couldn’t help but smile at him like he was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen. Only you got to see him like this, fumbling over himself and being so in love.

With toned legs— nearly as pale as marble —now exposed, you shifted back closer to him, chest to chest again. You curled an arm over his shoulders, letting your bicep be used as a pillow so he could get comfortable. Your free, and newly lubed up, hand then moved to snake between his legs. No underwear, such a good boy.

Satoru’s breath hitched when he felt your lubed-up finger circling his rim, coating the lube around it. The feeling was so foreign, so weird, but so welcomed. You could hear him whimpering in anticipation, unable to keep quiet even whilst biting down on his lips.

“Gonna put it in, ok? Just try to relax.” You whispered comfortingly into his ear, waiting for any form of response from him before going further. So, when Satoru nodded with some cute whimpers to accompany it, you slowly pushed in your middle finger.

His whimpers soon turned to whines. You could see him trying to stay strong, eyes widening slightly as he watched your finger slowly disappear into him. He could hardly believe it was really happening, feeling every centimeter of your finger push further and further into him.

It wasn’t super comfortable but it wasn’t as bad as he was expecting. He was expecting this searing burn based on how some guys explained it, but it was more subtle than that. He could feel his breathing getting heavier and didn’t want his arousal to fall so he started stroking himself to ease it. The pleasure blurring the stretch.

At some point he found his face tucked into your neck, whimpering as you were now a knuckle deep as just letting your finger still. “You ok?” You whispered against his soft head of hair, to which he murmured back a small “Yeah” against your pulse point.

It took a while, maybe 20 minutes later, but you were finally two fingers deep and he was nearly panting against your shoulder by now. You wouldn’t go adding any other fingers, but now was finally the point where it would get good.

“Satoru,” you called for his attention, prompting him to peek out from your shoulder and look to you. You couldn’t help but smile at him softly, he looked so cute with those furrowed brows and glossy sky-blue eyes. He’d likely been fighting back tears for a bit.

“I’m gonna get it going, ok? Let me know if you need me to stop.” You spoke softly, yet again waiting for a sign of acknowledgement before carrying on. He nodded yet again before mumbling. “Go easy…” as he peeled his hand away from his length, allowing himself to embrace whatever pleasure came of this.

You went slow at first, of course, just careful pulling your fingers out by an inch before slowly pressing back in. That elicited some shaky breaths, his now-unoccupied hand finding your shoulder. You let him get used to the pace, waiting until you heard his breathing steady a bit so you knew he could take more. Then you pulled out to your fingertips, almost making him whine with the loss before easily pushing back in, pushing a soft, shaky moan out of him.

You looked to him, the two of you making eye contact. He could understand what you were saying without a single word uttered. He knew you were about to crank up the heat, and he smiled to you with a breathless chuckle before cupping your nape and pulling you into a dance of tongues.

You then began properly thrusting your fingers in and out of him, doing so at a decent pace for a while until you heard whines and whimpers turn into real moans. That really egged you on.

You sped up your fingers, involving your whole arm far more by now. He gasped into your kiss, pulling away to catch his breath for a second and watch your fingers work at him before turning back to you and kissing you all over again.

He was moaning desperately into your mouth by now, ranging from low, hungry ones to high, needy ones. You’d never heard Satoru like this except when he was close to cumming but there was no way he was getting close yet, right? He usually lasted so much longer.

His walls were so tight around your fingers, either sucking them deeper or threatening to break them if they dared to leave. You could even feel Satoru rolling his hips, fucking himself back onto your fingers. Clearly he needed more, so you obliged.

Your hand moved faster, fucking in and out of him to test how he liked it. If Satoru’s squealing told you anything it was that he definitely liked it. His hips were reduced to twitching now, unsure of where to go now that the pleasure was being brought right to his backdoor. You could feel his panting against your lips. He sounded like he couldn’t choose between moaning, breathing, or kissing.

“Hah.. hhh- ahhahahh..”

You took a second to slow down for your hand’s sake but also so you could dig a little deeper, searching for that mythical treasure so many pornos spoke of. The one that could make Satoru see more stars than what existed in his domain.

Suddenly your fingers made contact with a small bud, and before you could even be curious about it Satoru confirmed what it was.

“A-ah! Fuck- ah fuuhhuck..” he threw his head back as he moaned before immediately curling back in on himself.

Fuck, he sounded so hot. You captured his lips once again, causing him to whine as you overwhelmed him. Your fingers hadn’t stopped moving either which didn’t help him to stabilize his breathing.

Now that you knew where that special bundle of nerves was, how could you not abuse it for the sake of sending your angel to cloud nine?

Your hand was moving in an out of him at that perfect pace you now knew he loved, doing your best to hit at that spot with only a slight wavering in your aim. Satoru’s legs began shaking, his back arching. He moved the hand that had been digging into your shoulder to your chest, gripping at the flesh of your peck through your shirt desperately.

He suddenly started hitting at your chest, not harshly but almost like tapping out of a fight. You knew what that meant and you didn’t stop, he was getting close. He always tried to run away from his own ecstasy, especially with this new foreign source.

When you didn’t let up he broke the kiss, crying out your name. “Y/N! Y/N-!”

His voice broke as he pushed at your chest, trying to squirm away from you. Your arm over his shoulder then snaked behind his back, hand cupping his side to hold him down as he tried to sit up, as if he’d ever want to run away from this.

“Little more, baby.” You cooed, holding him back down onto your bed. You looked down at his face now that you had him stilled, and he was so fucking pretty. His eyebrows furrowed and twisted up, eyes closed so tightly it almost looked painful, nose scrunched up so prettily. You could even see some tears wetting his white lashes.

“Ah- ah- ah- ah-!” It was like he was moaning with every thrust, body rocking up and down with the force, causing your bed to creak. His knees then suddenly lifted, calves flush to his thighs as they nearly pressed to his chest. His back arched all over again, upper back sort of crushing your forearm but you could withstand it.

His eyes shot wide open like he could believe the pleasure flooding his own body. He was in disbelief at how good it felt. He saw the porn and read some online posts about it but nobody ever said it felt like this! His thighs closed tightly around your wrist, meeting with a clap as the two masses of muscle squeezed at your hand.

He then shot up again, trying to sit up as his wide eyes stayed fixated on your hand fucking in and out, and in and out now that his thighs opened back up only seconds later. He was about to push himself up and close his legs again but you moved that hand from his side down to the back of his thigh, forcing his leg open and pressed back onto his ribs.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He cried out again as you yanked him back onto the bed, his legs flying up from the force, his ass almost lifted as well before being forced right back down by the force of your fingers in him alone. Holy shit- he couldn’t do this. It was too much!

His body was just scrambling for purchase now, his abdomen coiling almost painfully as pleasure filled his every nerve. Oh, he knew this feeling well but it was so much more than it ever was this time. He was basically screaming by now, crying out in broken, open-mouthed moans as he gave up on calling out for you.

His body was so hot, his chest was so tight, all of his limbs felt absolutely electrified. Fuck, he was gonna die. He was gonna die. This was too much. How could just your hand inside him do this? How the hell? It was so good, so so good he couldn’t stay still.

With one last loud cry his head shot back again, his upper body twisting so he could hug your head to his chest, back arching into you one last time before he came all over his now-wrinkled shirt. Each white rope almost came out in quick spurts, like his body was just eager to force whatever he could out after all that. Emptying every bit of what he’d just felt.

The relief was so fucking good. You hand fucking him through it before gradually slowing as his nerves dulled out to soft hums of the pleasure that once lit them up. His back fell flat onto the mattress again as he panted, chest rising and flaking rapidly but gradually easing. He could even feel the ache in his heart ceasing after a while.

He stayed still like that for a while, head tilted back into your pillow, arm wrapped around you, legs limply open. He was so at peace now that his body calmed down. Fuuuck, maybe he had died. There was nothing he could imagine that could ever make his body feel this light.

After however long (he couldn’t really tell) you kissed at his open and easy-access throat, soft kisses to ground him back to reality. He almost wanted to swat you away like you were waking him up from one hell of a good dream, but then he remembered he wasn’t in heaven, just sweating on your bed with his own cum drying on his shirt.

He took a deep breath and sighed blissful like he just took the best drink of water he’d ever had. He slowly brought his head back down to face you, looking into your eyes with his own foggy, half-lidded ones. His eyelashes were damp with tears that sat there and never left, only soaking his waterline. His lips were glossy with your mixed saliva but such a pretty pink, plumped slightly due to the bruising kisses.

“Hey…” you whispered softly, allowing your words to register and ground him. Once they processed, a slow, cute smile grew onto his face. “Hey…” he replied.

After a while of just looking at each other you finally leaned in to kiss again, a soft, wholesome one compared to your earlier makeouts.

Whilst kissing you, he began to think.

fluff | frat!kuna | m!reader | biting

red solo cups are piled up in the sink, leftover clothes strewn about the place—over the backs of chairs and on couches. a few zyn pouches discarded here and there, and bottles decorate the floor. beer cans—crushed and uncrushed—are in a pile in the far corner of the room. smudges on the wall—proof of last night’s vigor and apparent lack of organization. it’s 4pm saturday, and sukuna’s frat house has transformed into a complete and utter wasteland from last night's frat party.

the gathering was meant to be something minute, straightforward, and distracting. something that wasn’t meant to end in him almost being outed to the entire fraternity.

when one of the fraters took his phone as a "challenge" and started to go through his text messages is when everything went wrong. they had stumbled across a contact name that had a simple red heart ‘♥️’ and started to go on an impromptu investigation of the messages.

kuna can't remember much of how it went down. he just remembers grabbing the phone from out of the guy's grip and cursing him out. when the guy responded with two hands in the air in surrender and a conniving grin, kuna didn't even give him a second to form a faulty excuse before rocking him right in the jaw.

toji was watching, leaned against the counter with a plastic cup of poorly-made punch in hand and a lazy grin on his face while the whole thing went down. ijichi, the fraternity’s secretary, had to break the two apart, and only with gojo’s help was he able to actually pull sukuna off the poor guy.

sukuna tolerates toji enough to call him a friend, since they've been acquainted with each other during every year of college—sharing experiences together like the two evil menaces they were. from carelessly arriving late to lectures freshman year, to being the heads of beta theta pi, and practically running jujutsu university in senior year. in junior year, it was scaring off any poor guy who attempted to apply to their frat house.

toji trusts him, too—enough to open up about his insecurities regarding the scar striking across his lip, and the background in which he grew up. these childhood factors affected toji much more than sukuna initially thought, and he was privileged with seeing toji under a certain light that most others would never be able to.

they had built a bond together, an unbreakable, brotherly bond that had been tested time and time again, and still remained unbroken. the friendship had ups and downs, whatever—however, there was a singular, outstanding, drawback that came with being best buds with toji. his tendency to just find out things—even if you tried your very best to hide them, it was like, somehow, he knew anyway.

kuna knows this best. when satoru, the frat’s newest member at the time, and school mascot, tried to hide his break up with suguru, toji found out within days.

at first he pressed slowly, just a few questions to gauge how messy the separation truly was.

“haven’t seen you with bangs guy in a minute, you two okay?” he mentioned one time while setting up a beer pong table for an upcoming party, the same one in which kuna’s fight would later break out in.

“his name’s suguru,” was the white haired nerd’s only reply as he set the low-hanging banner in place. it sounded pathetic, actually, but toji knew better than to poke fun at the poor guy’s misery, so he stepped over, and patted him roughly on the shoulder.

“don’t be so sulky, dork. you’ll be fine, you’ll get over it.” was what came out of toji’s mouth. satoru knew it was meant to be words of encouragement from toji, so he flashed a small, reassuring smile to him, and toji clapped him so hard on the back he would’ve fell forward if it weren’t for him catching himself. “there he is,” and toji went back to aligning the solo cups in triangular formations of 6—each on either side of each table.

so you can imagine what happened when toji caught kuna hanging out with you, the frat's financial advisor and probably the only reasonable member of the frat house (aside from ijichi), on multiple occasions, alone.

at first, he brushed it off. you two are in the same frat. the financial advisor and the president isn't an odd duo by any means. maybe meeting a few times to discuss logistics, maybe rooming or when the next party would be. he knows sukuna, and he’s not the type to get romantically involved with anybody, especially not someone with a title as weak as “financial advisor”.

he became more suspicious when he began to come across you two too many times. logistics meetings in cafés? discussing frat finances in the library together? frat acquaintanceship doesn't extend all the way to spending weekends at kuna's dorm.

when toji watches sukuna's contact go from 'online' to 'do not disturb 🌙', he knows something is up, and heads to kuna's dorm to check it out.

“i’ll be right back.” he calls to ijichi who’s currently bagging up empty cans. it’s not like his presence will be missed—toji wasn’t really contributing to the cleaning anyway.

m!reader!pov

sukuna, the ambiguous, forboding frat president had always caught your eye. even from day one, ever since him and his threatening, dark-haired friend had allowed you into the house under the guise that you'd be "useful for the numbers".

at the time he had never even glanced your way, and you thought that texting about how much party decorations would cost would be the closest you got to friendship—nevermind anything more. kuna was untouchable. he pretty much only socialized within the smaller circle of higher up frat elites, and very little at that.

so what you never expected was that he'd ask you out. he sent you an invitation to your café, the one where you two’d hang out “discuss costs” as sukuna usually put it. just a short, definitive message that read something like:

you will come to the café at 5 today.

you don't fully remember, but you replied something like:

our spot?

and sukuna hated himself even more as he replied:

yes. our spot.

the confession wasn’t anything grand. no flowers or teddy bears or chocolates, just sukuna paying for your sugary latte and mentioning that you’re his boyfriend now whether you like it or not right before he left.

that's how you came to love the powerful frat tyrant.

that brings you to now. cuddled up to kuna underneath the plush, cotton sheets you had bought for his bed a while ago (because despite how he presents, sukuna loves soft things). his dorm mate was no where to be found, not wanting to be caught anywhere near the massive, pink-haired guy because after all, he was still the same intimidating senior—just in softer fabrics now.

the moment is utter bliss. kuna's arms in a grip around your waist, large fingers meeting in front on your belly. you never pegged kuna to be the cuddly type, but when he was alone with you, his entire brand of mysterious and intimidating came pathetically crumbling down.

"ijichi told me you got into a fight at the party last night,” you chuckle to yourself, tracing absent patterns on his forearm. “god i would’ve loved to be there.”

“shut the hell up, brat.” he murmurs against you, biting into the spot between your ear and your collarbone. you yelp a little, “kuna!” and he apologizes with a nip to the earlobe. his voice is still a deep rumble, but he tries his best to soften it for you. “no more comments. be quiet.”

the dorm is quiet for a few moments before you hear the door unlocking. it takes whoever’s out there a few tries to actually twist the lock and open the door, which means it must be toji. he’s also the only one (besides yourself) who has a spare key. sukuna immediately stiffens behind you.

before sukuna even knows it, toji’s barging into the room. he stops dead in his tracks when he sees how snuggled up the two of you are, and a slow grin creeps onto his face.

kuna bristles, while you, on the other hand, are completely oblivious to the “secret” nature of your relationship. you just thought sukuna was low-key about everything.

“this is what the two of you are up to while everyone else is cleaning the house, huh?” he leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his broad chest. he takes a slow look over of the two of you, taking a mental snapshot of the scary frat king currently cuddled up to the quiet guy who now holds a higher position than just “financial advisor”.

“i’ll let you two have your little morning time.” he says lowly, before leaving just as quick as he came.

sukuna, face pinker than his own dyed undercut, buries his face in your neck. you just giggle to yourself again. “turns out escaping to me after your disaster of a party wasn’t a good idea after all.” he pinches your side. his words are still rough, but there’s not genuine bite to them. “i said no more comments.”

a/n: idk what the point of adding the house being trashed in the first paragraph was it's kinda just there myb 😭😭

Toni fushiguro x male reader

Summary: the start of something like family

Notes: I actually had fun writing this chapter. Continuing my 'toji dropped out of school at a young age' propaganda.

they're always sending you this shit when you least expect it.

they don't care where you are or what you're doing; they're always finding some reason to send you their sex videos. they get off on it.

so when you get that one attachment text from toji, you already know to find somewhere secret and put on your headphones.

and when you open the video, you can't look away.

toji's arm is extended, holding the phone so you can see everything. he's on his knees while kuna's standing up. the older man's dick already hard and slightly bobbing up and down, leaking precum. toji looks up at him with those eyes and smiles before leaning in to place a kiss on his tip.

sukuna grabs his chin and pulls him closer. toji's warm mouth wrapped around his girthy cock. his head moving back and forth on his dick.

kuna takes a fistful of toji's hair, hips slamming into his mouth in a beautiful rhythm. you watch as saliva pools down from toji's mouth. all that's heard is the lewd noises from toji's mouth and deep grunts from sukuna's. toji's eyes water from lack of air, his free hand clawing at kuna's thigh.

toji backs up a little to slowly swirl his tongue around his tip, making sukuna hiss, knowing he's most sensitive there.

when sukuna finally cums on his tongue, he slaps his dick a few times on his tongue and face, making toji laugh a little.

toji brings the camera closer and sticks out his tongue, showing kuna's mess. sukuna grabs his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss, sharing the taste of his cum.

when the kiss unfortunately ends, toji turns his attention back to the camera. his hair a mess with that drunk-in-love look in his eyes.

"thanks for watching, make sure you like and subscribe," he says in that cocky but playful tone.

and the video ends.

oh tojikuna tojikuna...

SLUMBER PARTY !GET YO FREAK ON!

PEAK-IN: Who said that humans are the only thing you can fuck or get fucked by?

PAIRINGS (separate): Gojo x reader, Geto x reader, Toji x reader, Sukuna x reader

WARNINGS: pure smut/little plot, reader is a top (only in Suguru's part b/c I said so), wrote this with a male reader in mind, tho didn't use (he/him), monster fucking, Geto having a cunt, Bottom Geto, reader will have a dick (Suguru part only), double cocks (Sukuna only), cockwarming, teasing, mainly bottom reader, not proofread and more

WORD COUNT: 500ish per monster(s) 2k+ in total

(A/n): oh yea I’m going back to my old ways real quick *insert a evil smirking emoji* (I wrote this with a dr pepper in my hand) + adding Choso and Nanami soon

GOJO (NAGA)

Yeah, sure, having a snake as a boyfriend is cool and all, but when his rut hits. god good luck with your hips.

“Who would have guessed that humans~ have amazing breeding holes” a slimy tail is curled around your waist as if to suffocate you. Satoru takes out his sticky fingers from your hole.

“Ah~ w-wait—no” you try to move your hips to get back the feeling of being full.

“Oh, don’t worry~ you’ll have your filling soon enough.” Satoru pets your ass before taking his rough hands to spread your ass to see your hole clench around nothing.

He lets his cock slip out of the slit, taking his cocks and he starts teasing your red hole. “Ohh~ shit— that’s not going to fit” you try not to moan while getting your sentence out.

“But you’re soo~ wet, you’re practically calling for me to shove my cock in you.” You're basically killing him with how wet you were. Not caring if you get hurt, Satoru thrusts his hips forward. Causing your body to fly forward.

“Ohh— fuck you are so~ tight” your eyes roll back into your head; you shove your head on the long slippery tail that’s making it way to your mouth.

“You’re too big, Toru— “you feel your breath being taken away with each thrust he gives to your backside. You try to slow him down by placing a hand on his hips to at least have him stop having your body inch a little more from him, hammering your guts.

"Yet you seem to be taking me so well."

He continues to slam into you fast and hard, causing that mind of yours to slowly turn into mush. Seeing your mouth wide open, Satoru takes the chance to ram the tip of his tail in your pretty mouth.

"Mm--" tears roll down your face as you let drool fall out of your mouth. Satoru yanks up your hair, having you arch your back, letting him hit, deeper and deeper.

"Do you feel me--oh fuck you feel so good my sweetheart~!" Satoru's voice trembles as you feel too good to be true, and your arching is not helping. He leans down to your ear, whimpering, "Oooh baby~ you feel so good--Fuck! you and your gummy walls."

"imgonnacum-- oh Toru!" You can't keep up with the ramming of your backside, legs trembling, hair stuck to your face. You can feel yourself about to blow.

"y-you like that, don't you, whore." He pants as his jaw tightens, his teeth ready to bite at anything close. He pulls you back deep into his hips, "Oh, I'm going to fill you up, snakelet-- hell, you're going to be a mama uh" He starts slowing down, letting his cock tear your insides. Balls slapping against your ass as they build up with his cum.

sobbing at this point, you cry out "please" to have him cum inside already. "Please," Satoru mocked you. You can feel his smirk on your shoulder as he's plowing you.

He gives you one last moan in your ear before finally letting out his warm cum dump all in your hole. Dizzy now, you try to break free of his hold.

"Ah, ah, ah, where do you think you're going~ you didn't even cum yet, silly." Satoru pulls you back into his arms, granting you a tight squeeze. "Besides, I have make sure that hole of yours is filled up fully."

GETO (MERMAID)

"This is... weird. If I have a say in this." Suguru peers down, seeing human legs. You blush and take one of your hands to cover half of your face due to the view you are looking at. "What? Is there something wrong..." Suguru’s eyes tear up a little, thinking that you think he looks disgusting.

"No! no, nothing is wrong, it's just..." You pause for a moment, Suguru takes this pause as a chance to talk, "Then what is wrong? Why do you look so surprised." Suguru lets his voice go soft and low.

"It's just you have a pussy, not a dick... It just took me by surprise!" You quickly let him know to not hurt any more of his feelings. "Oh— I thought it was normal, it's not like I know the human anatomy," he whispered that last part, so you didn't hear him. Then, Suguru feels something wet between his legs. Looking down, he sees his cunt all wet. Taking one of his hands he spread his pussy lips flashing you.

"Ah! wait— don't do that in front of me!" You shout at him with your back facing towards him. Blushing even harder, you feel your bulge start to grow. Feeling something grabs your leg, you look down, seeing Suguru getting off to your foot.

"Mhm~ oh please just fuck me," Suguru whines into your leg as your shoe gets soaked from his wetness. You hesitate for a second, but seeing poor Suguru trying to cum on your shoe, you decide to help him.

Taking him off your shoe, he whines, not being able to cum. You set him on your lap, having his back to your chest. Using one hand and leg to open him up. You circle around his cunt to tease him a little.

"I—oh god— please fill me up." Suguru lets his head fall on your neck. He pushes his hips up to have your fingers touch his dripping pussy. Granting his wishes, you insert to fingers in the tight cunt.

"letmecum— can I cum" Suguru lets his head view the sight of his filthy hole that your fingers. But before he can cum in your hand, you pull back, "No—no, why" Suguru flashes his tearful face to you, and all you do is smile down at him, loving the expression he is giving you.

Taking your cock out, you thrust your hip, letting your cock only rub up on him. "Beg. Beg for my cock and then you can cum" whispering in his ear before wrapping your arms around his waist, rocking him side to side.

"I'm sorry— fuck please, please fuck me. oh, my lord." He pants, feeling all hot inside, yet not knowing what it means, but you are or were helping before you stopped. "Just... just help me stop this hot and wet feeling, please," Suguru moans.

Not wanting to see him suffer any longer, you allow your cock to ram in his guts. "AaH!" Suguru makes a girly-like scream, he places a hand on his stomach before pushing on it, allowing him to feel your cock bruise his insides.

Biting his neck, you move him down to only have his ass in the air. The way you fit so perfectly in him makes him fall in love with you and your cock. It makes him feel like you only belong to him and no one else.

"God— this pussy is so good to me." Licking up and down his neck, you let yourself go wild on his boy-pussy. "Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?" He nods without thinking, being in a haze, having his gummy wall tighten with each rock of your hips.

"Cum! ohh~ I'm gonna cum~!" feeling your own cock twitch, you let out your piece of energy before filling him up with your hot white seed making Suguru cum with you.

Pulling out, you flop on the side of him, closing your eyes. "Why did you stop?" Opening your eye, Suguru is leaning over you with heart eyes. "I want all your seed in my pussy, second round?"

TOJI (HELLHOUND)

You thought you would just be watching a movie with Toji, not having your legs trembling, while cockwarming the hellhound.

“Quit moving, doll,” Toji growls in your ear, having you freeze up. Smirking down at you, he purrs in satisfaction.

You breathe hard, seeing the bulge of his cock in your stomach. Trying to feel some release, you move to pleasure yourself.

“Ah— we can have that, where’s the fun in having you cum from your hand?” Grabbing your hands, he takes one of his hands to lock your hand behind you.

You attempt to sit there and watch the movie, and at first glance, you were doing fine. However, when Toji noticed, he started to give little thrusts every couple of minutes to keep you on edge.

Now you’re squirming and whining for his attention. “ Toji~ can you move— I don’t care if you go slow.” If you were the one with the dog ears and tail, they would surely be down. At this point, you’re done waiting for him to move, so you let yourself ride him.

Toji grunts as your wall closes tight around his cock, feeling like you're cutting off the circulation of his cock. “Enjoy yourself—uh,” He sneers, seeing how your hole takes his monster of a cock.

“Mhm—this is your fault.” You turn your head a little over your shoulder, looking dead in his eyes. Squeezing your thigh with his rough hands before giving you a deep chuckle.

His dark green eyes face you with a grin, “Fine, you want to play that way.” Folding you in half in his lap, your hand lands on the carpet. "We can play that way," he hooks his arms around your waist, having just his tip in you before slamming down heavy on his cock.

Spit comes flying out of your mouth, your tongue rolls out as Toji breaks you from the inside. Toji groans as he lets his mushroom tip ram your sloppy hole.

"Toji!" you break out into a lewd moan of his name, having his cock press your inside, letting a bulge form with each hit he makes to your puffy hole.

"Shitt-- doll you know how to break a guy's dick uh." He takes a huge chunk of your ass, enjoying the noises your hole makes for him as the thrusts get dirtier, filthy, louder. "It sounds like your friend realllly likes my cock." Even though you can't see him, you know he's grinning like a child in a candy store.

Pulling you back up, He turns you around, so you are facing him. " Are you sorry for ruining the movie now?" Toji raises an eyebrow, watching you bounce up and down his wet cock. You sob, nodding along with his word even though you have one idea on what he is saying.

"I need words, doll." He smirks at you, leaning his face on his arm. Getting fed up with his attitude, you grab both of his dog ears with your last strength. You pull on them, "You fucking dick just let me cu—!"

Tail wagging behind fast, he jerks his hips with his hands gripping your hips. Your body, now jerking from the force, you give him broken moans. "Pulling on my ears like I'm some sick dog." Laughing at you, he lets his teeth show. He watching you fall apart in his arms.

With one last thrust of his cock, both you and him release white sticky cum. Falling on his shoulder, drool falls down as your eyes close in sleepiness.

"Goodnight, doll."

SUKUNA (DRAGON)

"Quit fighting, brat," Sukuna puffed out a little fire in your face, just to scare you a little, so you can quit moving so much. "Again— why are you dressing me up in gold... It's quite heavy," you watch as Sukuna takes yet another gold chain to put around your neck.

Putting his face in your hair, you can hear a little purr. As much as Sukuna would love to take his time teasing you, he just can't help himself. Pulling off your clothes except the gold you are draped in. Sukuna gets right to business.

Shoving one of his cocks in your hole, he let the rub in between your thighs. Plowing into your sloppy hole that already used to have cocks in it. "Mmph— what's w-with the sudden fucking?" Hot air rolls out from his heavy breathing, his claw presses against your stomach to feel one of his cocks stuffing you full.

"Rut..." That's all Sukuna said before furiously ramming your hole, getting it all hot and wet. Curly his body around you while fucking your hole with his cock that is way too big for it.

"S-slow down." You reach up to grab onto his horns, causing a nice arch in your back. "Fuck-- fucking brat, take my cock just like this." Sukuna licked his lips, watching your ass bounce back with his cock.

Slamming his ruthless hips into your ass, having as dick swell up. "More—please, oh my— more~" A pornographic sound rips out from your lungs, wells closing in tightly around Sukuna's dick.

With a flushed face, "Yea— is that what you want, you slut. You want my other cock" His eyes glow a bright ruby color, and sweat drips down his chest onto your back. "Fuck-- Y-you're gonna milk me dry." He quickly tries to hide the choke in his voice.

Lining up his other cock, he pushes in, having a tight squeeze. His eyes roll back as your walls clamp down on him, not allowing him to get far with his second cock. "Quit— you're clamping down too hard." Sukuna bites his lips, feeling both his mushroom tips being crushed.

"Ohh— fill me up- shit" you pull on his horns again, making his head bend down, causing him to growl in your ear. "Fine." Done playing nice, Sukuna rolling his hips back before hammering back into your ass with a force that causes your legs to tremble.

"Mmph! cumming— cumming!" He uses his hand to make you bounce back to his veiny, thick cock. Let his full balls hit your ass, you feel him twitch inside.

He grunts in your ear, feeling you somehow getting tighter than before. Pulsing cock striking your slick entrance, going back and front, not slowing his thrusting for a moment. "You're going to take my cum like the good breeding whore, yea," he growls, rough, leaving your ears tingly. Watching your face turn dumb in drunk pleasure.

Reeling back before stopping, letting his creamy cum to fill up your belly. Leaving a rim of gooeyness around his cocks. Picking you up, not allowing the cocks to slip out, he lays you down on his chest.

"You're lucky I love you, you damn brat," Sukuna sighs, seeing you fast asleep before showing a tiny smile before going to sleep himself.

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Did I just stay up to finish writing this… yes, yes I did. Goodnight y’all see you guys when I wake up

( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ ) This is the work of @dex0s please don’t take my work! Love you guys!!!

various jjk men x male reader

synopsis: what happens when you come home to your catboy / catboys in heat? you couldn't possibly leave them like this could you?

SEXUAL CONTENT.

tags: anal , creampie ,edging , biting / marking , threesome (only suguru + satoru) , rough sex , + more

And I mean PUNISHING, like extreme degradation while he forces Satoru to watch while he’s being so mean:(((

Lots of whimpering and crying from her…

Do you see the vision?? I do!

Omg this request was so yummy! I hope you like it, anon <3

Also, I love doing these, so if anyone has a request, please send it my way!!

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Suguru understood that you were just a dumb puppy and sometimes your little brain couldn't understand things, but this time, you had taken it too far.

Satoru was no better, letting you run wild all over the house, leaving him to clean up the mess.

Though he had a sneaking suspicion you didn't mind your usual punishments. Last time you had made a mess like this, he left you alone with a vibrator and a blinkfold till the battery died. But he supposed he had only encouraged you to act out more.

He knew what he needed to do, as much as he dreaded it, was what you needed.

He already had the chastity belt; he was just waiting for the chance to use it, and this was the perfect opportunity.

It was only 5 days that you had to wear it.

When you first came into Suguru's care, this would be easy for you, but after so long with him and Gojo, you needed cock almost every day just to get by.

You hated it as soon as he put it on, you didn't try to fight Suguru on it, though; he had that look in his eyes that he was really angry this time.

By day two, you were in tears. Suguru had already sent you away, locking you out of his office after hours of begging, so you had gone to Satoru.

You could tell Satoru felt sorry for you, but he didn't want to disobey Geto.

"How's this little pup? I'll let you suck on my cock for a bit, huh? That'll cheer you up, right?"

"No," Suguru's voice called from the doorway. " Satoru, I thought you were better than this. You know this is for her own good, right?"

Gojo looks at you apologetically, and you crawl away to your room. Usually, you would sleep in their bed, but you didn't want to see either of them right now.

On day three, you were trying to break free, but Suguru had made it almost impossible to break through the thick leather surrounding your croch.

On the day, for you barely left you room, Gojo checked on you a few times, but there was nothing he could do for you.

You had tried to beg Suguru again, but he threatened to extend the punishment, so you shut right up.

On the fifth day, you were counting down the hours till midnight.

A few minutes before midnight, you came into their room, and they were both awake and expecting you. Suguru pats the space on the bed between them, inviting you up.

"You've been such a good girl these past few days, haven't you? It's been really hard for my little puppy to go without dick, isn't it? I know."

And when the belt comes off and he touches you for the first time, you almost cum on the spot.

Maybe Suguru will have to try this again.

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

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

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

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

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Age: 30

Species: Coragyps atratus

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

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

Your legs burned.

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

It was for him, though.

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

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

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

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

Bullshit.

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

Especially when he caught you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Age: unknown

Species: no current scientific name

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut the fuck up."

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

SATORU GOJO

Age: 22

Species: Pavo cristatus

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

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

peacock!satoru who was a real piece of work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I stop meeting peahens now?"

CHOSO KAMO

Age: 22

Species: Corvus moneduloides

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

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

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

"No."

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

Okay, how did we get here?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

crow!choso was not a dumb bird.

He was just optionally submissive.

TAKUMA INO

Age: 21

Species: Apus apus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you ever experienced an air quickie?"

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"With what pants, baby?"

KENTO NANAMI

Age: 27

Scientific Name: Strigidae

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

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

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

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

"The owl hybrid made it for you?"

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

"…"

"…"

"…Oh, honey."

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

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

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

owl!kento loved cooking for you.

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

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

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

"Is everything okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Kenn!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SUGURU GETO

Age: 24

Species: Cygnus olor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

swan!suguru, too, was not stupid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut the fuck up."

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Age: 20

Species: Calyptorhynchus banksii

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

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

cockatoo!megumi really fucking hated that parrot.

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

Fuck this parrot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wanted to mate? Fine.

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

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

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

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

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

"Apologize."

"For what?!"

"For not listening to my commands."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Point taken."

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his hand lazy stroked up and down, fingers loosely wrapped around you as he edged you for what felt like days.

you didn’t even remember when it started, he had just got home, pushed you onto the bed, pulled your pants down and got to work.

he usually only does this when he’s had a stressful day, it’s not like you mind. seeing your handsome man sitting inbetween your legs was certainly a sight. one that made you twitch in his hand.

he only giggles, leaning down and licking your tip, groaning at the taste of your pre cum on his tongue. he loved how you tasted, gosh, he would suck your dick every hour if you’d let him.

he grins up at you, flashing that charming, boyish smile that always made you swoon. even as he jerked you off, you couldn’t help but find him utterly adorable.

“how ya feelin’, babe?”

he teases, his eyes crinkling in the corner at the way you bite your lip, his palm warm and soft around your cock.

you let out a shaky breath, clicking your tongue before speaking.

“oh, y’know, just- feeling great, satoru, really.”

his eyes only dilate further, his dimple popping out even more as he just smiles at you, looking so in love you could practically see the hearts around him.

“I’m glad.”

he murmurs, unable to take his eyes off you. the way he was just beaming at you while jerking you off, he had been doing this for hours, pushing you to the edge just to leave you teary eyed and wanting.

he couldn’t help it, he loved seeing your reactions so much it hurt. his heart beat so fast for you, his life revolved around you. getting to do anything intimate with you was always the best part of his day.

he speeds up, making a rougher jerking motion with his fist as he strokes upwards, his free hand coming down to fondle your balls.

you tilt your head back, feeling yourself getting close again, you knew what was coming, he was gonna leave you hanging again.

you were leaking all over his hand at this rate, pre cum dripping down your shaft, in between his fingers and in his palm, creating some decent lube.

you groan lowly, eyes fluttering shut as your breathing picks up, hips bucking up into satoru’s hands.

“satoru- oh fuck- fuckk.”

he cheeses, cheeks bright red, matching that at the tips of his ears.

“uh huh..?”

“yeah, shit-”

satoru licks his lips, eyes never leaving yours, his hand moving up and down with such intent, for a split second you thought he was actually gonna do it, until he stops, pulling his hand away to rest on your thigh.

you didn’t even complain this time, only squeezing your eyes and fists shut, whining in frustration, feeling the pricks of tears bubble in the corners of your eyes.

“satoru, come ON.”

this earns a loud laugh from said man. satoru flopping back on the bed, acting all happy and swooning as if you weren’t here so pent up and sexually frustrated.

he speaks through laughs, wiping the non existent tears out of his eyes.

“okay- but- cmon, that was pretty funny!”

you deadpan him.

“what?!”

you didn’t even need to explain.

“yn, look, I thought it was pretty funny. sorry not everyone has the same humor!”

he defends, raising his hands in a joking manner, scooting back towards you, hands slowly sliding up your thighs, satoru leaning in closer and closer until his nose pressed against yours.

“you need me, baby?”

you don’t need him. screw him! worst husband ever, honestly. you’d trade him for a bag of-

“yes.”

no hesitation.

instead of immediately pulling back and giving you the pleasure you’ve been craving, he exhales, bumping his forehead against your before chuckling, a light, carefree tone, one he only had around you.

“good, cause I need you too, okay?”

he whispers, his baby blue eyes studying yours, searching deep within the own hues of your eyes, the same ones he could stare at all day and all night.

before you could respond he’s moving down, sliding in between your legs again. one hand wrapping around your base as he leans down, his lips gently wrapping around your tip.

the salty, musky taste of you makes a shiver run through his spine, he was so fucking turned on, rock solid in his pants but he didn’t care.

you were so handsome, so jaw dropping. you and your body both! satoru loved you, so, so much.

he couldn’t believe he got this to himself. what do you mean you chose him? you picked him? out of all people? you were so perfect, and he had so many flaws.

no, he would prove himself (as if he didn’t know how hopelessly devoted you were to him), he would give you everything you wanted and more, and that includes sexual gratification.

his tongue laps at the slit of your cock, making sure to catch any wandering drops of pre. his hand, still wrapped around your base, slowly starts moving again, more so massaging rather than stroking.

“ah.. okay.. yeahh, thats it. fuck-“

you grunt out, head dipping back in pleasure, the warmth slowly starting to build in your gut again, the tingly, lovesick feeling that satoru always made you feel.

you could feel satoru start smiling against you, taking in more and more of your dick every second, whines and hums leaving his throat.

he scoots forward, almost wrapping himself around your leg, hips rocking against your calf. he was so hard, a wet patch forming, already leaking through his boxers and pants.

the feeling of his tongue swirling around you was clouding your thoughts, not that they weren’t already filled with satoru. you thought about him every minute of everyday, and don’t worry, satoru’s right there with you.

he doubles down, trying to push you to the edge again, this time with no intention of stopping. he wanted to see you break, to see you fall apart with pure ecstasy under him.

he loved it. he lived for your reactions, truly. anything you did, he was a fan of.

he starts jerking your base harder, the wet sounds of him sucking you off filling the room, along with your occasional groan or grunt.

your hands grip at the sheets, trying to find some sort of purchase as he pushes you further more and more.

you could feel his spit dripping down your shaft and balls, a slow, viscous warmth pooling in your lower regions.

it was all so wet and sticky, satoru having driven you to the edge numerous times before this.

“baby- oh, please. i’m so close. i’m gonna cum.. let me cum?”

satoru wants to cry, your begging makes his heart skip a beat, a newfound enthusiasm finding his actions, sucking and licking away at you, tongue swirling back and forth around your head, tracing the veins of your shaft and back.

his touch, his mouth, his everything was so addicting. he was addicting.

he gently taps your thigh twice, his way of telling you he was ready for your load.

it takes a few seconds before you could truly let go, cock twitching hard in his mouth before you white out for a split second.

you bite your lip, hard, hard enough to draw blood before groaning loudly, back arching up off the bed.

satoru keeps pushing you, even as the hot, thick ropes of your semen hit his throat, he kept sucking away, wanting to milk you for all you were worth. he always wanted your next orgasm to be the best, though not like it would be bad with him around.

his head stays buried in your crotch, mouth wrapped around you like a vice, now deep throating you casually?

you reach down, weakly pushing at his forehead.

“okay.. okay.. stop. too much, toru.”

he pulls off with a pop, your dick flopping back against your stomach limply, the life having been drained out of it from your baby boy in front of you.

you only shake your head, tugging him up by the collar of his shirt, satoru falling against you with a content smile.

satoru props his head up on his chin, smiling at you adoringly.

“so… did you enjoy it?”

he’s met with a pillow thrown in his face, as well as muttered complaints by you about how he took so long so actually let you cum.

satoru simply giggles, rolling over onto his back next to you, staring up at the ceiling, unable to resist stealing glances every thirty seconds.

finally after he scoots back over, curling up against you and pressing his lower half against your side, do you realize.

he was still hard.

…

They say that madness is doing something a thousand times and expecting anything to change because of it.

Does that make you mad, then, to press your lips to a god’s body and expect him to love you?

Gojo Satoru is a sinuous line of movement below your hands, his mouth an o of pleasure, mortal in his pleasure and divine in his cries. The room is quiet in the candle-dim darkness, but for his sounds. Breathless and keening, wanton and wanting-

Please, he begs you. Please, please, please. I’ll be good, I promise.

You smile, a touch cruelly, a touch bitterly, and press a kiss right to the place where his heart beats against the fragile skin of his neck.

Liar, you breathe, and sink your teeth into the flesh as your hips snap forward, a harsh, brutal thrust that drags a scream out from somewhere deep within him.

Without text under cut

Choso Kamo x male reader

Summary: you so greedily want to ruin choso.

Tags: smut, choso is a virgin, blood play, biting, gross sex, oral, sub choso, Dom reader, not beta read, Kenjaku mention, reader and choso work for Kenjaku, takes place before the start of the anime/manga cannon, reader has a cursed technique, domain expansion

Notes: first time writing a smut for this fandom ... Sorry for any mis-characterization(s).

Word count: 3,802

Gift for @corsped-groom