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✮⋆˙ mdni. porn with a sprinkle of plot. power imbalance. unprotected piv sex. breeding kink.
The only place maids were meant to have in a prince's bed chamber was cleaning it.
Certainly not warming the silk sheets or having your legs spread and dangling off the edge. Especially not with said prince's cock buried balls-deep in your cunt.
"Y-your Highness," you gasped, clawing at the sheets, too cautious to scratch at his bare shoulder blades the way you truly craved.
Something like that should be saved for someone on equal standing.
Not a servant who just happened to temporarily suit his tastes.
"Satoru, sweetheart," he corrected you, cocking his head to the side as he plunged himself deeper, the pleasure coaxing your body limp beneath him. Your feelings for him didn't help. Heart ready to burst and chest straining to hold in the heft of your crush on the pretty prince you lived to serve.
"S-Satoru," you anxiously echoed, thighs tensing and trembling as you felt the knots in your stomach tighten the closer you came to unravelling - and the more unsure you grew of what would happen once the prince was finished with you.
You wanted to tell him you had no access to any of the herbal teas that would prevent you from conceiving, but every time you opened your mouth to speak, he practically fucked all the air back out of you. Hips slamming into your skin in fast thrusts, twisting your words into broken gasps.
"You look far better out of that uniform," he hummed, one of his soft palms tracing up past your exposed stomach to squeeze one of your breasts, smirking as he dragged a thumb over it just to make the rest of you shudder. "Maybe I should order you a shorter one."
"That would be indecent," you murmured, face flushing as you glanced over to the torn remains of the one you'd been wearing before he pinned you down and pried it off. The uniforms you'd been receiving lately all seemed to be...shrinking, but what were you supposed to do?
His word was final.
"I rather like you indecent," he teased, leaning in to wrap his mouth around a nipple, sucking softly as you bit back a keening moan. Scrunching your eyes shut as you toes curled, barely holding back your own climax as his teeth grazed over the sensitive bud, already peaked and swollen from how much he'd played with them before he even began fucking you.
"Y-you're being mean," you whined, stuttering over your words while your back arched off the bed, his swollen tip grinding deep into you and goading him into chuckling at your weak complaint.
"What? Would you like to leave?" He offered, just to make you say no, shaking your head and pouting as his lips curled into a cruel smirk.
"No," you softly said, unable to clear the fuzz from your head when he was making you feel so goddamn good.
"Maybe I should keep you stuffed," he hummed as he shifted from one nipple to the next, hips shifting to make you feel the full weight of him inside of you. "Would a baby keep you here?"
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, your mouth falling open as you stammered for something sensible, "It would be a bastard."
The kind of child the court would look down on. Sneer at.
Maybe even poisoned or harmed if your baby had the misfortune to be born a boy - killed to ensure he never had a chance to sit on the throne.
He was supposed to be with a princess, or a noble lady.
You couldn't even dream to be a concubine.
"Says who?" He laughed, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he started fucking you faster, more deliberately, dragging his cock in and out like he was daydreaming about what a baby with you might look like.
"Everyone," you reminded him, briefly considering retreating, but before you could properly think it through, his hands found your hips, lifting them up at the same moment he bottomed back in, and you promptly forgot what made it such a bad idea.
"Don't worry, angel," he grinned, brilliant blue eyes narrowing as he shifted a palm to press directly down on your stomach. "You'll have my heir."
i was sitting in silence then what's mine is yours (and what's yours is mine) suddenly popped up, LOL. i still remember the first time reading the synopsis i went, "say what now?" what a time fr
no bc literally like what was i on when i wrote that 😭😭😭 i think that threesome and the gojo/reader/choso threesome are still like my top two best smut scenes ever
also.. if youre not already gunna expand on that slightly yan sugu x assistant reader. . . . imgunnathrowmoneyatyouwhenican
THE HORSES HAVE ME GIGGLING
honestly there’s so many opportunities for our lovely yandere mage geto and his assistant…i just know that he would keep up this charade of trying to get her to confess her love for him while she thinks HE thinks she’s in love with prince gojo and starts pretending to be interested in him…cue prince gojo acting like a fool falling for her and mage geto crashing out once he realizes he may have accidentally set up his best friend with the pretty assistant he wants to ONLY be in love with him
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hi sweets, i’m not gonna lie… i haven’t been active on here or have even LOOKED at my drafts in idk how long.
and the main reason is personal life stuff and me not having any free time… buuuut it’s also the fact that when i did finally feel motivated to write, i fell down the rabbit hole of all the discourse that was happening within the fanfic writers on tumblr.
i will say it’s very disappointing and unnecessary to feel this intense amount of pressure towards writing all because certain people want to troll or simply be disrespectful and it makes me never want to post on here, but alas, i know there are good people in this community that show unrelenting support and love (even if it’s rare to find).
anywho, all this is to say YOURE one of those good people and i hope you never feel discouraged by the haters to the point you deactivate because even if it doesn’t feel like it, there ARE people on here who genuinely love your writing and find themselves inspired by you (if there’s not i’m dead). 🫶❤️
honestly all your feelings are so incredibly valid and im right there with you bb i totally understand 🩷🩷 as a former crash out who deleted her ao3 acct lol it can be very hard to keep posting sometimes!!! idk im at the point now where i just accept there will always be some people who dislike me and that’s okay, not everything i write is meant for everyone. its mostly meant for me! i have fun here and enjoy sharing and engaging with you guys!! it’s very rare that someone who has already made up their mind about you will change it anyway, so why try? the people who get me, get me! and ultimately im just beyond grateful for how many wonderful people i have met on here regardless of anything else :p i hope you never stop writing and sharing even if its for a different fandom or just your own original stuff !!! sending you sm love and well wishes angel 🤍
𓈒⊹ mdni fluff + silly misunderstandings. reader is a lovergirl. slight yandere suguru. 𓈒⊹
All you really wanted was for him to like you back.
It was pathetic. A foolish girl’s dream wished upon a few too many falling stars.
Staring at the seams of the stained glass window overlooking the quaint village outside, sighing to yourself as you waited to be called into his office.
How many fates were worse than being condemned to a side character in your favorite romance novel? One where you would soon be forced to watch the second male lead you loved so much fall for the leading lady while you were stuck working all day and slumming it in the shitty dorms of the mage’s tower all night?
Even though you had access to magic now, you were barely an amateur, making low-level potions for them to sell to merchants rather than anything remotely cool or exciting.
“He’s ready to see you now.”
Shit.
You didn’t have your story rehearsed.
How the hell were you supposed to explain why you had stolen a handful of restricted books from their archives to research opening a portal back to your real world?
You nervously nodded, brushing down your skirt as you followed his assistant back into his office, sneaking a peek up at the beautiful man behind the desk.
Suguru Geto.
The most talented mage in the past fifty years. Dark hair spilling down his back, half of it tied up in a messy bun that still managed to look deliberate, thin glasses perched on the bridge of his beautiful nose. You didn’t think there was anything about him that wasn’t beautiful.
He came down to the level where you worked a few times a day, always offering warm smiles and murmuring things in that honeyed tone of his, checking in on how everything was going with the rest of the workers. Sometimes you thought he even looked at you, convinced you caught a glimpse of his gaze on your skin only for him to be focused on someone else every time you glanced back.
Sometimes he left treats for everyone. Ordered a round of drinks for the room when you were at the tavern next door.
But you never thought he really noticed you. Until now.
God, you were so going to be fired.
You knew he'd never like you. Not the way he would love her once the story you had the misfortune of getting sucked into started. So why the hell did you have to be punished for just trying to go home?
Even in a place like this where magic existed, you sincerely doubted he'd believe you if you confessed you belonged to another world where this was all just a book.
"Sneaking into the archives is a fireable offense," he spoke sternly, pulling off his glasses to look up at you with soft purple eyes. "Stealing tomes-"
"I'm sorry," you blurted out, your voice coming out all squeaky as you bowed your head with apology.
Maybe if you seemed remorseful enough-
"You weren't trying to sell them on the black market, were you?" He asked, his sharp tone nearly making you flinch as you starting wildly waving your hands in denial.
"No, of course not, I just-" You gasped, taken aback at his accusation just to clamp your lips shut before you could tell him the truth.
"You just what?"
"I just wanted to study some of the spells in it," you muttered, an awkward half-truth.
"Like the love spells?" He asked, your face scrunching up in confusion as you scrambled for a new defense.
What use did he think you have for a love spell?
Your cheeks were heating up, embarrassment coursing through you as you considered the possibility your crush wasn't nearly as subtle as you previously believed.
"N-no," you mumbled, cringing at how unbelievable you sounded.
"You're a cute girl," he murmured, and you wanted to dissolve into a puddle on the spot, a little whimper threatening to leave your throat as he pushed back his chair and stood up. "Why do you need a spell to get someone to love you?"
"I really wasn't-"
"The date you took it out was the same day the prince came by to visit," he commented, as if he was making a connection your humiliated brain was struggling to comprehend. "Was it for him?"
Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, he was convinced that you were a loser so in love with a man out of your league that you were willing to cast a spell to capture his heart.
"Am I being fired?" You impulsively asked, itching to just go back to your room and collect the meager handful of belongings you had and leave before your pride could take another hit. You'd rather go be a waitress or find work somewhere else than live like this.
"I was thinking of a reassignment," he hummed, a hint of a sly smile curling up on his lips as you contemplated just quitting instead. It's not like he'd expend any energy searching for you if you ran away either.
"Reassignment?" You nervously echoed, fiddling with your fingers.
"I've been needing a new apprentice," he murmured, shrugging his shoulders as his robes fluttered around him. Dignified. A dangerous glint in his swirling stare as it seared straight through to your shaking soul. "I appreciate your, ah, unconventional thirst for knowledge."
"Really, I, uh, couldn't dream of accepting," you tried to insist, caught off guard again as he effortlessly disarmed all the excuses you'd been preparing. "I'm flattered, but I'm not nearly skilled enough-"
"His Highness comes to visit me regularly," he added, as if it sweetened his offer, and you wondered if he could feel the heat of your humiliation burning you up from across the room. "I can't allow you to test your spells on him, of course, but-"
"I wouldn't do that," you protested, nearly stomping your foot in frustration as your lips pushed out in a pout.
He paused, smiling nonchalantly as he pulled out a paper from the thick stack on his desk and dipped his quill in ink, holding both out for you.
"Uh-huh," he hummed. "Please sign here to confirm your new assignment. It comes with a higher pay and a better dorm."
"I would be working directly under you?" You asked, swallowing hard as you eyed the parchment.
"Learning from the very best," he confirmed, eyes crinkling softly as he tilted his head to the side.
Spending your shifts by his side instead of the back of the sidelines.
Even if he thought your heart was in someone else's hands.
Perhaps that was for the best.
You'd be forced to move on if you were faced with proof of his disinterest every single day.
"Okay," you anxiously accepted, nervously walking over to his desk, leaning over to take the quill from his hands and sign your name by the X. "If you're sure you want me."
"I want you."
𓈒⊹
More than you knew.
Suguru ran his fingers over the dried ink of your name, still clinging to the faint traces of your perfume in the air, glancing up at the door you just walked out of as he sighed.
It wasn't his fault you had enraptured him from the first moment he picked up on the strange aura that surrounded you. Who could blame him for being addicted to your shy attention, the adorable affection you were too scared to show him? Shyly staring and sneaking around trying to look up love potions?
He liked your desperation.
How was it any different to devotion?
It was obvious on your face when he asked about the prince that you were trying to just cover up your crush for him.
Was he supposed to not find it cute?
He filed your contract away, an easy smirk curling up on his face as he got one last look at the fine print.
A little love spell of his own. Sealed by your own signature
Mama I’m from nyc watching the Knicks play atm, and was wondering if we could get an athlete au with Sukuna or anyone else 👀?
omg hope you have a fantastic time!!! here's a bunch of athlete x reader aus starring the jjk men <3
hockey
hockey captain toji by @nanamisbbygirl
on thin ice starring gojo by @madamechrissy
king of the rink starring gojo by @fireladylisa
hockey captain toji by @tojipie
heated starring sukuna + toji by @epicderpface
she's crazy but she's mine starring toji by @reignpage
pent up after practice starring toji by @frostedpinkdoll
misc.
friday night lights starring sukuna by @epicderpface
tennis player gojo by @daughterhouse
basketball player geto by @orbitingdesire
rugby player sukuna by @rambld
rugby player sukuna by @ssukidoll
pro swimmer geto by @soov
buzzer beater starring gojo by @silentscrying
pleaser starring gojo + geto by @tacitoru
slam dunk starring gojo by @tonycries
footballer sukuna + choso by @siennayaps
soccer boyfriend gojo by @fanvyy
tennis satosugu by @chososprettygirl
if anyone else has any extra athlete jjk recs or wrote one they want me to add, pls lemme know!!! (also there was one i was looking for that was tennis related with nanami and gojo and i could NOT find it so if any of you know wtf i'm talking about pls send it my way)
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╰┈➤Content Warnings: explicit sexual content, I gave sukuna a tongue piercing for reasons, pwp, ass eating, ass fingering, pussy smacking, piv, size kink, incorrect depictions of the justice system
╰┈➤WC: 2k
Nanami and Higuruma’s Misadventure here
art credits to @/neverisa
Okay, so maybe fucking the guy on trial for murder in the bathroom of the courthouse wasn’t your brightest idea. But, in your defense, he’s really hot. Pink hair all fluffed up, crimson eyes, and a roguish grin that’s clearly accustomed to dropping panties. You could see the hints of tattoos peaking out from the collar and cuffs of his crimson silk button-down shirt. Then, there’s the loop going through his eyebrow and the little ball piercing his tongue. Plus, the scar just under his eyebrow and another small one over his upper lip. Not to mention his huge, beefy body. The man is fucking thick and ripped. You’d never seen such a big man before in your life.
Although he may be hot, that wasn’t what led to you being bent over the bathroom counter, door locked, while he eats your ass like he means it. No, it was the sheer audacity of him.
“Hey beautiful, you got a light?” He asked, head tilting. He held up a pack of unopened Newport 100s and slapped them against his palm to pack them.
“Think they’re just gonna let you out of the building?” You asked skeptically, an eyebrow arching up. “Who are you even?” You’d seen him on the news and knew he’s on trial for murder, but for the life of you, you couldn’t recall his name.
“Name’s Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna.” He gave you a smile that could only mean trouble, his ruby eyes glinting with smug mischief. Waving the cigarettes, he said, “Out on bail, technically. Not under arrest unless they find me guilty, which they won’t. They ain’t got shit on me. Nothing that’s gonna turn a jury, anyway.”
“Oh, and you’re so sure,” you bit back. Rolling your eyes, you added sarcastically, “Yeah, and I’m gonna bend over and let you fuck me stupid.”
He nodded like he was 100% certain, not a care in the world or a modicum of concern that he’d actually end up behind bars. Just who the fucking hell did this guy think he was? “Oh, I am gonna be acquitted of all charges. Just you see, baby cakes,” he says roguishly, the white of his teeth bright in the curve of his mouth. “And maybe you will bend over for me, and you don’t know it yet,” he teased, slowly backing you against the wall. Your back hit the cool wood paneling and a thrill went down your spine, his hot breath caressing your ear as he whispered, “Ever have your ass eaten by someone with a tongue piercing?” You froze, a reaction he took advantage of by nipping on your ear and then swiping over it with his tongue, showing off said piercing.
Now that, that’s how you ended up bent over the sink of the bathroom, door locked, as Sukuna’s long, tongue swirls around the rim of your puckered hole while he kneels behind you. He’s got your little pencil skirt rucked up to your hips, your panties tugged to the side with a single finger hooked through them. The metal bead on his tongue is slightly cooler, smooth—a novel sensation. The little metal ball teases that sensitive circle, making your cunt clench around nothing. You’re starting to drip down your thighs, slick coating your folds. The way he tongues your asshole makes your knees shake, makes the hollow empty in your guts sharper. Fuck, you want him inside you.
You’re sure his cock is huge. It has to be.
But then he grabs an asscheek in each hand to spread them farther apart and groans as he pushes his tongue inside. You cry out, hips jerking at the intrusion, your hands gripping the counter so hard your knuckles are blanched. Sukuna keeps your ass cheeks spread, huge hands massaging them, as he fucks his tongue deeper into you. The sensation of his tongue piercing the way he works you’re your hole over, is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your eyes squint shut, a moan slipping out as his fingers sink into your soft skin hard enough to leave marks. One hand lifts, just high enough to smack down hard against the soft curve of flesh.
You cry out again, wanting to get some friction between your thighs, right against your poor neglected clit which is throbbing under your folds from the lack of attention. There’s gonna be a stinging handprint on your ass for the rest of the day; you can tell.
“Please,” you beg, your cunt aching to be filled. “Please, Sukuna, fuck me.”
He chuckles, releasing your ass just to give your pussy a sharp little smack. His tongue slowly withdraws from you and he stands up only to hunch over you, pressing you down hard against the counter. He grinds his hard cock against your aching center and even through the clothes you can tell he’s huge.
“Fuckin’ slutty little thing,” he practically growls in your ear, “So desperate for cock.” He chuckles again, “Should just keep eating your ass and letting your cunt suffer empty.” His lashes tickle your neck as he continues, “Bet you’re a fuckin’ brat. Lawyers always are. Bet you’re uptight too.”
“Am not,” you grouse petulantly, proving his point.
You let out a little whimper as he leans back to undo his belt and pull his cock out. The impressive length slaps up against your dripping pussy and he grinds himself against you. Fuuuuuuck. He really is huge. The biggest you’ve ever felt. He’s absurdly thick and long, the veins along his shaft prominent. The hot silky skin grinds against you in a way that makes you whine, your back arching, hips bucking, as your body tries desperately to swallow him up. His hand comes down to slap your other asscheek with a crack that echoes through the bathroom. If you get caught, there’s no way you aren’t getting fired.
The flushed, swollen head of his cock notches at your entrance. His pre, hot and sticky coats your folds and leaks all over your cunt from the little slit at the tip. “Deep breath, brat,” is the only warning you get before he’s sinking into you inch by inch.
You gasp, eyes rolling back at the fucking stretch. Your walls suction to him, your little hole squeezing him so tightly that he’s got to ease into you so slowly that it’s almost another kind of tease. Luckily, you’re soaked, dripping around where your walls are clamped around him,
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Sukuna grunts out, holding out your hips for leverage as he slowly impales you on his cock. You can feel the curve of his reaching into places you didn’t even know existed in you. Once his hips are pressed snugly to your ass, your body stretched out around him to its absolute limits, he gives you exactly one second to adjust before he starts rocking his hips.
From the start, he sets a brutal pace, slamming into you with reckless abandon. Every time he pulls out you whimper, and every time he shoves his fat cock back into you, you practically scream.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, watching your face in the mirror with the same fascination that a jaguar might watch a deer. He grins down at you, showing all his teeth, an unhinged cocky sort of smile. When you don’t move, he grabs one of your hands and guides it to your pussy, “There you go. You do what I say, alright? You listen and I let you come. The rules are simple.” He drives into you hard and fast and it makes your knees shake.
So, you do as he says. Your hand moves in tight circles over your clit. You try to stay in time with the rhythm of his thrusts but it’s difficult with him fucking all of the thoughts from your mind.
You moan out long and far louder than you should be with the position you’re in, but you just can’t help it. He’s hitting it so good. Plus, your fingers are working your own clit masterfully, the way you do at home when you’re alone with no dick available. You tease it with circles and figure-eights, alternating between that and more focused attention.
Sukuna’s hand smacks hard against your ass again, making your body jolt against the counter. The edge digs into your soft thighs and your hips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he grabs your hips to start pulling you back onto his cock, manipulating your body like you’re nothing more than a doll for him to arrange into whatever position he pleases.
With every thrust your cunt grows more and more soaked, until you’re dripping down your inner thighs, and big, translucent droplets of slick splat against the tiled floor beneath you. That’s when Sukuna chooses to slide his little finger into your puckered back hole. You moan as it slides in the pressure of it, combined with his cock plundering your guts, drives you to the fringes of your control. He’s so deep in you that you finally understand the true meaning of having your guts rearranged. The little pants and grunts from him are like music to your fucking ears.
Your arm falters where you’re rolling your fingertips back and forth over your twitchy little clit and Sukuna tsks, like a professor chiding a bad student. He slows his thrusts enough to get the point across. When you whine pitifully in response, he just hums, low and rough, and says, “Told you, cute little slut, keep those fingers moving.”
Arm shaking, you start swirling your fingers in tight circles again over the sensitive nub between your thighs. You’re so fucking close. He curls his little finger into your asshole and the cant of his hips picks up again. Every roll of his hips jolts you into the counter. You’re whining and whimpering as that tension ratchets down in your lower belly. Tears are leaking down your cheeks, hot, sticky, and salty from how good he’s fucking you.
“Fuck, I'm gonna—oh god—gonna come,” you manage to get out through the stream of moans.
Sukuna’s free hand smacks down on your ass cheek, the sting shooting through your whole body. “That’s it, little brat,” he bites out, his voice rough and mean.
“Fuck, Sukuna!” You cry out. The smack is what pushes you over the edge. Your walls clamp down on his thick cock, making the already tight fit even tighter. His cock fucking into your cunt squelches obscenely from how soaked you are. The powerful groan ripped from his lungs is closer to a roar as his thrusts become harder, yet sloppier and uncontrolled. At this point, you can’t even care about getting caught. The pleasure zipping through you in shockwaves of lightning turns all your thoughts to mush.
Sukuna growls, curling his pinky into your little puckered hole harder and faster as he loses rhythm entirely. He pulls himself from your cunt with a wet schlep, drawing a whine from you, and gives his cock two rough jerks. Hot, sticky cum spurts white stripes over your ass, thighs, and your folds.
You slump against the counter, breathing hard, trying to regain your bearings. Jesus Christ, you’re not sure you can walk after that let alone go back to fucking court.
Sukuna just chuckles, gives your ass one last little tap, and then starts tucking himself away. “Good pussy, for a lawyer,” he teases, smirking down at you.
You snort, “Good dick for a killer.”
“Hey, that’s an alleged killer to you,” he counters, heading for the door. He pauses with one of those gigantic hands on the handle. “When I get acquitted, you should let me hit it again.” But something about his smile tells you that he definitely killed that guy. He doesn’t stick around to hear your reply. Instead, he slips out the door, leaving you covered in his cum and wondering what the hell has gotten into you.
Two weeks later? He’s declared not guilty on all charges.
A/N: hehe 2 down. So now we have Judge!Geto, Opposing counsel!Gojo, and Bailiff!Choso left. Comment who should be nextttt. TY for reading. Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated.
love without loyalty is just lust - but which feeling lies where between the king you've sworn to serve and the clown who'll never be able to make you laugh?
synopsis: the only way for a siren like you to survive was as the king's pet, his pretty nightly pastime who spent years pining after him. but what happens when he's meant to marry another? or when a member of his court offers you a way out?
pairings: king!Sukuna x siren!Reader x jester!Gojo
content: MDNI, mostly angst ngl, medieval fantasy AU, forbidden love, heavy pining, very unbalanced power dynamics, messy relationships, gojo pov!!, asshole yandere!gojo !!, he is in love and he is TERRIBLE about it, reader is going through it
divider by @/bronzewasp
Gojo didn't want to see you like this.
Gagged and tied up, your eyes hidden behind a blindfold as he squatted down to study the way you squirmed against your restraints.
But how the hell else was he supposed to show you that you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself?
That unless you used your voice to protect yourself, you would just end up devoured. Chewed up and spat back out by the court, looked down on by the noble ladies and all the other morons who thought their inherited wealth meant they could push others around.
You inherited something far more valuable.
A gift that you could rule the world with.
And once he made you see that, everything would be solved.
You might be upset with him if you found out how much he had orchestrated. But you'd be grateful one day. Understand why he had to.
This would be your happily ever after.
Right now, you were playing the damsel-in-distress, not left in a dungeon, but the unused basement of the castle his stepmother must have found suitable.
He heard the sound of voices approaching from down the hall, tucking himself back into the shadows, slipping into the single storage closet attached to the dingy room just out-of-sight, waiting for his moment to strike.
His plan wasn't particularly complicated.
He knew his stepmother wouldn't stand for you taking her place, becoming the next queen once he took the throne. Unable to handle being thrown away, losing every ounce of power she wielded to someone she could never control. Gojo barely even had to snoop to discover her plans to pay off a few guards to kidnap you and sell you off in an underground market.
And okay, Gojo could have stopped it.
But wouldn't it be more romantic if he played your hero? Saved you from his wicked stepmother and showed you that you were his priority?
And most importantly, make you to use the ability you'd been blessed with while he was at it?
He could see through the cracked sliver of the door as two burly guards walked in, clearly drunk as they crossed the room, neither even glancing back in the corner he was in as they approached the chair they tied you to after stealing you straight from his bed.
"Think what they say about her is true?" One of them chuckled, daring to put a filthy hand on your hair.
"Careful," the other one half-slurred, slumping against the wall as the coins in his pocket jingled. "I heard she can drive a man mad just from a look."
"She's blindfolded, imbecile," the other one mocked, and you tried to say something, your voice muffled into the gag.
There it was.
His girl trying to fight back.
Before they could push their luck, the door swung open again, and tonight's villain finally decided to show her face.
"Is that thing tied tight?" His stepmother muttered, disgust dripping from her abrasive voice as his hands reflexively reached for the hilt of the sword strapped to his side.
"The gag is secured, Your-" One of the idiotic guards started to insist, but she just scoffed at him.
"I was talking about her."
You were a thing in her eyes.
A pest he had the audacity to bring home and treat like a pet.
To be fair, he sincerely doubted she would be happy with anyone she didn't select herself, irritated when he swore he was preoccupied searching for one and outright incensed that he brought home a woman who wouldn't fear her.
She wanted a puppet.
To act like she throne was hers even if she couldn't sit on it anymore.
Sure, to everyone else, she was doting, sweet, all supportive of the prince that wasn't hers. But Gojo had spent years seeing her for the snake that lived inside her skin.
"Have all the preparations been made?" She asked, walking around to examine you herself. Pinching your chin between her thin fingers before peeling the blindfold off to look directly in your eyes.
"Yes," the other one dutifully answered, shoulders stiff as he stood ready for her next command.
For all her flaws, she knew what you hadn't learned yet.
What you didn't want to learn.
How to wield every ounce of control she had.
"At least I'll make a pretty penny off of her," she exhaled. "I wonder how much you'll sell for at auction."
Sukuna and him could agree on one thing.
You were priceless.
Both the guards were distracted, nervously glancing at each other as his stepmother appraised you like some collectible, and Gojo supposed it was as good of time as any to put a stop to it now.
But before he could step out, you managed to wiggle one hand free and ripped the gag from your mouth, not giving her time to react before you were barking out an order.
"Don't fucking move," you whispered, your throat raw as the words ripped out of you.
It was a little satisfying to see them still.
Bodies frozen and unable to so much as budge an inch.
You were shaking, fingers trembling as you struggled to get your other hand out of the ropes keeping you tied to the chair.
Well, this would make the hero act he planned a little harder to execute, but he still stepped out of the closet with his sword drawn, puffing out his chest as he softly called out your name.
Your head snapped towards him, but there was no understanding in your stare as he preemptively prepared a speech to patch this over.
But his stepmother spoke up first.
"You stupid wench-"
"Shut up," you hissed at her almost automatically, chest heaving hard as you managed to tear your other wrist free, not even reacting to how raw it could've rubbed your skin.
She opened her mouth to argue, probably throw out another nasty name, but nothing come out.
Under your complete control.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he soothed, walking over to the chair, bending down to release the restraints binding your ankles to it. "You did great."
It took you a second to meet his gaze, to really see him there, but you didn't talk either.
He didn't know how to read your face. What expression you were wearing now.
But your eyes were wild.
Like some untamed animal he startled in the woods.
"I was going to intervene, but it looks like you had it handled," he offered, cracking a smile like the last time he left you, you hadn't been pissed at him.
And apparently, still were, judging by the way your blank face abruptly twisted into something distraught.
Gojo knew.
Deep down, in the pit of the stomach, he knew who it was directed to.
But he still couldn't stop himself from acting like he didn't. Selling himself another lie and swearing that you would buy it too with time.
"I'll make sure she's imprisoned for kidnapping you," he comforted you, a hand on your forearm as he pulled you out of the chair, throwing a cursory glance back at the frozen statues behind him, their eyes moving back-and-forth as their bodies refused to let them budge. "Them too."
You had to be grateful for that, at least.
It would all work out perfectly.
With that ring on your finger, and the queen rotting in the dungeon, his father would be forced to relinquish the throne to him.
Maybe it made him greedy. Gluttonous for being unable to just accept what he already had.
He couldn't just go live off in a fucking cottage somewhere and pretend like he was happy to pick crops or play farmer.
Not when he had spent his life being waited on hand and foot. Knew what riches were waiting for those bold enough to take.
Gojo didn't know how to give.
Didn't it mean something that he wast trying to learn for you?
Sure, stealing you hadn't been enough. He still wanted Sukuna's kingdom too.
But he was just righting wrongs.
All of it should've been his from the start. He was just reclaiming everything that should have been his by birthright.
You looked at him like he was just as disgusting as the roaches scurrying over the stone floor.
"You let this happen to me," you whispered, shaking your head with the distrust he hoped to avoid shining in your eyes. Your voice was so fucking beautiful, it hurt. Lulled him even deeper in love with you, made his lashes flutter as he felt himself frown.
He understood, of course he understood, but he still huffed. Aching to make you understand him too. See that he only wanted to best for both of you.
You shouldn't have to spend your life accepting scraps when you should be showered with dresses and diamonds and desserts most people could only dream of.
"I would never let them hurt you," he insisted as you backed away, inching towards the door.
He touched your shoulder, fingertips grazing against your shoulder as you recoiled with a weak scoff like you were wounded anyway.
"You used me."
"You used me too," he reminded you, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. "You wanted to run away. I did that for you. For us."
"This isn't the same," you protested, those pretty eyes watering as the blindfold that had been forced on you dangled around your neck with the gag.
"Don't be like this, baby," he murmured, tempted to bring up the fact that your kidnappers were still behind you, that they were the ones for you to be angry at. He was the one trying to protect you.
Gojo stepped forward, about to grab your arm to stop you from recoiling any further, when you swatted his hand away.
"Don't touch me," you hissed at him, your extra pointy canines glinting in the candlelight.
It was cute.
How convinced you were that your words would keep him away. He let you think that before. Played along when you kicked him out of his room.
But he supposed it was time for the truth.
To put all the cards on the table since he already rigged the deck.
He would claim the jackpot tonight, but it really was adorable seeing you act like you were the winner.
"You're going to get me a carriage and let me go home," you commanded, using your sternest voice, scowling at him as you rubbed the wrists you must have just realized were sore.
Home.
He nearly scoffed.
You were caged before. Confined to your bed chambers and the corners of Sukuna's court.
How the hell could you call that home?
And how long would it take for you to see that your home was here now? With him?
Sukuna might like his trophy to sit up on a shelf.
But Gojo wanted to watch you shine.
"Don't think so," he retorted, doing his best impression of an apologetic tone as he breached the gap between you. You didn't move. Too stunned to do anything but stare as he cupped your cheek tenderly. "I'm taking you back to our room."
"But-"
You couldn't even get more than the single word out.
And then your eyes drifted down to the engagement ring on your finger, his clever girl figuring it out for herself that it was more than just a show of his affection.
"It's charmed," he smiled softly, dragging his thumb over your cheekbone. "Your powers won't work on me."
synopsis: you used to think you'd do anything to get your neighbor to stop barking and begging for your attention every time you stepped foot outside. until your heat strikes and he's the only one that can help.
pairing: dog hybrid!neighbor x cat hybrid!reader
wc: 4.0k
content: smut, porn with plot, hybrid au, really just ears, tails, huge dick, reader is deep in denial, wet dreams, attempted masturbation, teasing, knotting, heats, mating bites/bonds, unprotected piv sex, scratching, biting, kissing, mating press, creampie
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Dogs are a man’s best friend.
But you weren’t a man.
Or even fully human.
You could blame biology for it, pin it on your cat characteristics, but the puppy who lived next door was the most fucking annoying person you had the displeasure of meeting.
Tail happily wagging as he grinned down at you with a ridiculously smug smirk, canines poking out while he peeked over the fence separating your yard from his.
“Shouldn’t you be inside, pussycat?” He teased, cocking his head to the side.
“I told you if you called me that one more time, I’m going to punch you,” you warned, resisting the urge to hiss at him for encroaching on your personal space.
“Sorry, pretty,” he hummed, as if that was much better.
You scowled up at him, ears twitching as you swung your legs over your lawn chair, eyeing the water hose still out and running from where you watered your garden earlier, tempted to use it and spray him in the face to see if it would scare him away.
“You know, there’s predators around here,” he added as if he was being genuinely helpful, and you couldn’t hold in your eye roll.
“Only one I see is you,” you muttered.
“Haha,” he dryly replied. “How funny.”
Your brows scrunched together, the scent of him wafting over as you tried to breathe through your mouth to not pick up on it.
“Can’t you go bother someone else?” You exhaled.
“But you’re my favorite person,” he chirped, and all you could think was that he’d be a lot cuter if he was part bird. Or maybe he’d at least migrate away from you.
“To torture?” You groaned, walking away from him just for his keening whine to follow you.
“Don’t you know I like it when you’re mean?” He laughed, and when you looked back at him, his eyes practically lit up at that little sliver of attention, tail thumping against the fence.
And before you could do the reasonable thing and walk back in, you were picking up the water hose and aiming at him, shooting a jet straight at his face.
But instead of being offended, he just opened his mouth. Shiny white teeth sparkling as he drank the water you were trying to shoo him away with.
“Thanks,” he half-gurgled, still smiling undeterred. “I was a little thirsty.”
Peeling off his soaked white t-shirt like he was in some cheap porno, flexing the toned muscles as he shook the water from his hair.
You didn’t want to admit defeat, but despite a year of being neighbors, you still didn’t know how the hell to beat him when he was just fine losing.
“You’re the worst,” you frowned, dropping the hose and retreating to turn off the water, forcing yourself not to look back at the way his chest caught the light or how annoyingly attractive the smirk directly pointed at your back.
The only way you could even come close to winning was walking away.
“I think you’re the best,” he called out, unbothered by the way your back door slammed shut behind you. Did he use that line on everyone?
Your irritation was a little irrational.
Sure, he’d never done anything other than annoy you.
But he was so incredibly effective at it that you refused to allow yourself to think anything else about him.
Particularly the way he rolled your trash can out if you forgot to or fixed your mailbox after some jackass hit it or dropped off sweet treats if he happened to go to the bakery you once bumped into him at.
Maybe he wasn’t a terrible neighbor.
But you couldn’t take his constant teasing, the way he practically chased your tail and acted like he’d love nothing more to tug it and take you with that cheeky stare.
Dogs and cats simply weren’t compatible.
You liked your peace and personal space.
And the only thing you really had in common was how much he liked your personal space too.
So why did you end up spending the rest of the afternoon and most of your evening replaying the two minutes of time he’d taken up of your day?
Trying to come up with something snarky to say the next time you saw him? Shutting out images of his chiseled chest and sharp canines?
By the time you were getting ready to go to bed, you’d gotten yourself all worked up over it, grinding your molars as you paced the floor.
It didn’t help that your place was suddenly too hot, your skin ridiculously warm as you checked the temperature on the wall only to see it hadn’t changed.
Was your AC broken?
The sensor not working properly?
You resigned yourself to calling someone out tomorrow morning, trading your clothes for a simple oversized t-shirt, stripping off your shorts as you exhaled. Splashing water in your face in the bathroom before starting your nighttime routine, beginning to brush your teeth before you considered cracking your window open to let some fresh air in while you slept.
It seemed like the sensible thing to do.
You paused by the window, toothbrush dangling from your lips as a flash of color caught your eye while you lifted it up.
Your neighbor was standing in his own room across from you, wet strands of hair plastered down from his shower and a towel loosely tied low on his hips, in the middle of turning to pick out underwear from his dresser. Rivulets of water still running down his skin, over the ridges and divots of toned muscle.
Fuck, that was unfair.
Why couldn’t he have been another cat hybrid?
God, you’d even take a fox or a bull before a dog.
Of course, he just had to catch you staring too.
Head turning in time to see you there, immediately stepping forward to his own window, simply elated as a wide smile curled up on his lips.
Your face flushed, and you pulled the curtains shut, hurrying back into your bathroom to spit and rinse your toothbrush off, chest heaving a little too hard at the strained feeling buzzing around inside of it.
Telling yourself you were just embarrassed didn’t help that much.
At least you fell asleep fast anyway, the heat lulling you into a dream that just humiliated you more.
One where your neighbor was underneath you, your fingers tracing over all the muscles you hadn’t meant to gawk out, his mouth forming a pretty little ‘o’ as you rode his cock. Dream you clearly thought a little differently of him than the awake you considering it gave him such a fucking big one.
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