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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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Pairing: Dentist!Geto x FemPatient!reader
cw: Unrealistic/inaccurate dentist LOL, SMUT. Oral fixations, lots of fingers in mouth, drool, blowjob, first time writing Suguru pls be nice, swallowing cum, mentions of toothache (owwie), reader is fucking scared of dentists, praise, dirtytalk, proofread...ish...
It wasn't that bad.
That slight ache in your back molar when you ate food too hot or drank something too cold.
It was bearable.
You could bear it.
Honestly, you were just terrified of going to the dentist. You hated it- that pain when they would clean a cavity or even drill a bit too deep.
The only way someone would get you to lay down and get your teeth checked out would be if you'd get sedated.
You did like having… things in your mouth. So it was odd this got you so scared.
-
"He did it so quickly!"
"I couldn't even feel a thing!"
"He was so handsome!!"
You overheard some of your coworkers discussing a private dental clinic that had opened not so long ago.
Fine.
Maybe you should go book with the dentist there- just this once. Before the pain would get worse and you'd have to get the tooth pulled or something. Then you'd definitely get someone to bring you in unconscious.
A Wednesday, somewhere in the later midday.
You were sat in the rather aesthetic waiting area, just the receptionist sitting at the front desk and typing away with her long nails. Whoever owned this clinic had good taste in style.
The clock ticked and ticked and ticked…
God, you were feeling sweatier and more nervous by the second.
What if you could bail and just ignore the slight discomfort forever-
"Miss, Doctor Geto is ready to see you."
You give her a small smile and got up, fingers nervously holding on to the front of your shirt.
The doors pushed open and shut behind you, standing alone in a rather intimate space- it didn't feel as… hospital-esque and sterile cold as other places you've been.
Don't get me wrong, it was pristine and organized, hygienic and and and…
Your thoughts trailed off when you saw a man emerge from a room in the side, a warm smile on his lips and narrow eyes filled with a welcoming warm shade, some folder with papers in one hand. He was so handsome- those girls at work were right.
His hair was done up in a man bun, face mask tugged below his chin. And something about that lab coat and dark gray scrubs. Oh my.
"Hello, Miss. I hope i didn't keep you waiting for long. "
Your fear suddenly bloomed from a cold anxious ball to some blooming flower in the middle of your tummy.
Whatever, might just be the five stages of denial.
Getting up on the chair and having a sexy dentist wrap that little stupid piece of tissue and clip it around your neck shouldn't have made you feel hot in the face but it so did.
Until you saw him sit down, man spreading and getting comfortable while grabbing one of those dental mirrors. And the rest of the tools- hanging nearby on some expensive looking machine. But dear god if it didn't make you start shaking, blunt nails digging into the sides of the lush leather of the chair you sat in.
You could feel it start to lower and you were now laying flat down on your back.
Your eyes snapped shut, not to mention your teeth clenching and refusing to open. That same fear was flooding back. You had forgotten that you were supposed to let your doctor get a look at your chompers.
"Sweetheart? Hey… cmon, can you open your mouth for me, please?"
"Mnn…"
"I promise I'll just check up on your teeth, nothing painful."
"Mhnn…"
"Cmon… say ahhhh…"
A gloved finger lightly tugged on your bottom lip, making you peek one eye open to see a worried faced Geto peering down.
You managed to loosen up your jaw, opening up just enough.
"There we go, not so bad. Now, Miss, please keep open for me."
You just nodded yes, trying to keep your tongue from shifting too much.
The little mirror was cold when it clinked against a tooth or two. But besides that, it wasn't too scary.
You did wish it was his fingers inside instead…
Oh.
"Sweetheart.. open up a bit more for me, yeah? It will be quick. I just have to see all of your pretty teeth." Suguru calmly spoke to you, clearly wanting to have you calm down and cooperate. But the tone in his voice made you feel like melting instead of focusing.
You hadn't even noticed you were drooling, eyes now fully open and unable to look away from his focused face, so close… too close.
Those seemingly warm eyes turned, irises locking in with yours.
You swore you saw him try not to smirk before focusing back to looking over the backs of your upper molars. You did open up wider. Getting some small praise… why was he praising you? You liked it.
"Good… you're doing so good, just a bit more. I'm sure you can handle it."
Your eyes kept flicking down from watching his hand to then back to his face. It was like you couldn't decide what was better.
"It seems you have some sensitivity on your second molar, Miss."
You blinked, giving a small nod, unable to make anything besides a "mhm" sound with the mirror still inside.
When Suguru pulled it out you felt a bit sad his hand wasn't anywhere near your mouth anymore.
"Please rinse your mouth." Geto smiled, placing the mirror away to start picking up some other tool.
You glanced over to the little paper cup, watching it getting filled with water- picking it up and swishing the water around in your mouth, glancing over to the dentist with cheeks puffed up from the liquid.
"Spit it out, doll." Suguru chuckled, watching you seem unsure about what to do with it now.
You leaned back down and spat it out, trying to ignore the name he called you so casually, using the flimsy paper towel around your neck to wipe the saliva strings trying to escape your chin.
"Your teeth are healthy and in rather nice condition, but it seems you haven't visited a dentist in a while, hm?" Geto tapped a few fingers on the headrest of the chair, signaling for you to lay back down.
You obviously did as told and tried to answer his question.
Maybe Suguru had caught on by now, because once you opened your mouth a few fingers were pressing down on your tongue and then gently moving side to side as if inspecting your bottom set of teeth, lightly pressing down on your canine.
"Isn't it a bit rude to not answer questions, sweetheart?" He cooed down at you, the thumb of the hand in your mouth softly pressing against your cheek, making you tilt your head, having you look up and meet his amused gaze.
"Wehhll…m..doont.. likkeuh denthisthts…" You tried to babble out with the digits in your mouth, drool already pooling around them.
How embarrassing.
It looked like you were shaking, again, not from fear though.
Something about the way the gloved thumb caressed the side of your cheek and whilst the middle and ring finger were taking their time to spread your saliva around while "inspecting" the rest of your pearly whites had you forgetting why the hell you were even here. The small pain from your molar gone.
"I see… you don't like me then? Not one bit? I'm hurt, Miss… really am." Suguru pretended to pout a bit, the two fingers gliding deeper- you hoped he didn't see how your eyes rolled back, hands unable to hold on to just the sides of the chair and twitching to grab into his arm.
You wanted to say that no, no you did like him but that no came out as a small…
moan.
"Oh?" The hand halted, slowly pulling out- as if teasing you for making such a sound.
The fingers didn't get too far though, gathering the dripping drool to nudge back inside of your parted lips, almost having you splutter.
"I guess i was wrong."
Your hand finally reached up, nervous digits gripping into the white sleeve of the lab coat.
You initiating some sort of touch was like a switch being flicked down.
Suguru pushed himself up, wiping your drool across your cheek while smiling down at you.
The chair silently lifted up, riiiiightt until your face was laying at the perfect height. Just about where his bulge was.
Great.
Sucking a dentist's dick wasn't on your bucket list.
But watching Suguru use his teeth to pull the gloves off and reach down to the waistband of those a bit too oversized scrubs, you already had your lips parting. Again. For a completely different reason now.
Fwop!
A girthy cock smacked you right across the face, you could feel it wanting to twitch from the feeling of your skin.
"Patience, doll."
Your hands struggled to stay put while Geto slowly dragged it back and forth, just rolling his hips and nudging it closer and closer to your mouth- greedy tongue already darting out to try and get a lick in.
"Such a dirty girl, put that back." He gripped the base of the heavy thing, lifting it to smack across your mouth a few times, finally letting it slide over your glossy lips after, making sure to only drag it between them, not inside to let you have a taste.
"You're not so scared anymore, are you, sweetheart?"
"Mnnoo…" You pursed your lips to speak, kissing the pinkish tip before it slid past.
"How cute."
"Let's get you off of this chair, mn?"
-
The floor was a bit hard on your knees, but that wasn't the thing you were worrying about right now.
It was the man standing above you, a large palm playing with your bangs while the other lazily jerked the tempting thing in front of your face.
A dark happy trail disappeared underneath up his shirt, the ivory coat shifting with each of his movements- your nails dug into your knees this time, eyes almost doe and watery by how badly you wanted to lean forward and have Suguru's cock down your throat.
It was cruel, honestly.
"Will you be a good girl and open up wide for me?"
"Yes-"
The meaty thing lightly smacked against your cheek, leaving a light smear of precum on the spot.
"Don't answer me, just do. Let's try this again, hm?"
"Open up. Say Aaaah."
"Aaaaahhh…"
You thickly swallowed, opening your mouth just barely, too focused on staring at the way Suguru's wrist was sloppily dragging the palm back and forth, running across this big vein that you swore you could taste already-
Another smack to your cheek with the fat cock.
"Wider, sweetheart. Be good."
You let out a small whine but finally let your jaw go loose and leaned forward.
The hand in your hair reached further back, gripping into your locks and pushed you forward.
The delicious way that thick girth slid into your mouth… across your tongue and farrr back down to your throat. Not even having you gag surprisingly.
"There we go, finally got what you wanted so bad, yeah, doll?"
"mhnmmhm!" your humming vibrated around the meaty thing stretching your lips and rewarded you with a soft groan from Geto.
The sound of full balls smacking against your chin, lewd gags and wet slurps filled the neat space.
Drool was definitely dripping down your chin and dampening the collar of your shirt.
Not to even talk about the puddle drenching trough your panties…
But Suguru was filling your throat so good you couldn't do anything but blissfully shut your eyes and hold on to your own thighs.
"Feels nice, yeah? Sooo good…" You could hear him start to ramble from above you, both of those large palms cupping the sides of your head to keep it in place as he used your mouth. Clearly this was getting to Geto just as much as you.
"Fff… shit… Will you be a do.. doll and… swallow? Swallow for me?"
How could you say no to such a lovely man.
Suguru almost collapsed, having to let go of your face to grip into the tool trolley nearby, rattling it- making sure to push in alll the way to the hilt, neatly trimmed hairs tickling your nose as your throat convulsed and tried to swallow around the girthy thing down it.
The hot cum spurting down it made you choke and try to pull away for some air. But you definitely did swallow every last drop.
The softening length gently glided out, leaving your throat feeling empty.
-
Well then.
After your dentist helped you get cleaned up a bit and made sure you were alright.
It was time to go home.
Tooth still sensitive.
But it's okay, Dr. Geto made sure to leave a spot for you to come in next week. On a Wednesday.
And the week after that. For free.
How kind.
Seems like your fear of going to the dentist had disappeared too.
Yoon's notes: FOR MY LOVELY MOMMMY @serpenttine. I am still very i donno insecure about my writing after everything and doing a char i have never done IM SHITTING MYSELF SCARED. but i love drea so much i wanted to make this special, to show her how much i care for her. AND AS A CONGRATS ON HER BIG MILESTONE IN FOLLOWERS. you deserve the world mama. MWAH I HOPE YOU LIKE
Hi indie :3 I just came back on Tumblr again recently and once again found myself falling in love with how you write Sukuna 😭 he's always there to save us from fuck ups of whatever Satoru/Suguru did (I just read about your fic where Suguru took the bet and dated us lol)
thank you baby!!! this is so sweet of you!!! i love writing him into every universe where they fuck up hehehehehe :p honestly i should make a list of all the stories where he does that LMFAOOO
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mean cult leader! Suguru x subby f! reader - MDNI - be warned Suguru is really fucking mean in this, like... degradation, calling us 'dumb puppy' - we are in a cage, with a tail (plug hehe) and wearing a collar lmao
You are in trouble with your cult leader…
Is he a boyfriend?
He calls himself your owner, especially right now when he’s tightening your cute little pink collar down on your neck - it even has little heart diamond studs.
Only the best for you.
He's tugging you by it with his dark brows lowered, his robes slightly parted when he shoves you down on the floor, pinning your head right down by pressing on the back of your neck.
“What did you say to me while I was giving my speech?” He asks, humming just a bit as his hands tangle in your hair and tug, your little ears he keeps on you slipping from their clips.
“N-nothing, Suguru - ah!”
Suguru tugs the slutty skirt he makes you wear up over your ass, hand landing with a sharp thwack on it, handprint blossoming. “Answer me now, or do you want the muzzle on all day?”
You bite down on your lower lip when he presses your face down harder against the floor, tugging your ass up by your hips, cunt dripping wet once the air hits it. He muzzles you when you misbehave, he puts you in your pretty cage with your favorite stuffies, making sure you have what you need even as he isolates you.
“I said nothing.”
“You know how this goes for you, tsk,” Suguru might love you – a pathetic little fucking pet and all – but you surely have to learn your place. “Soaking wet like a dumb puppy, think I’ll touch you?”
“Please I n-need it…” Suguru smirks, he might love the sight of your soaking wet cunt but he’s not giving you what you want right now, not after your mouth. “Sugu - ah!”
He smacks your cunt hard, dragging two long fingers up your sloppy little slit – just enough to make you think you’re getting what you want, but instead just spitting right on your ass and letting it drip down, swirling your slick and that saliva and shoving into your ass.
“Suguru!” You’re so full.
“Admit what you said, pathetic little pet,” you’re too stretched out, cunt empty and fluttering around nothing, slick dripping down as the stretch of your other hole makes you needier. “Want me to make you keep that tail in your little ass all fucking day?”
“N-no!” You actually wouldn’t mind but…
He’s so damn mad you could cum from a few pumps of his mean fingers inside.
“Say it.” You say nothing on purpose, earning a disappointed sigh now, a sound you know will lead to the sweetest punishment. “Spread wide then, little pet.”
You do as he asks, your head down with the little tag on your collar clicking the floor beneath you, the hard wood that is soaking up the remnants of his spit and your pretty tears. Suguru hums in pleasure at the perfect sight when he spits right on your ass again, cool metal of the plug slipping and pushing right in.
“Ngh!! Please…”
“Loosen up, you can take it, can’t you? You’re not that pathetic,” you love the pressure when he pushes that tail in deep, the fluffy tail slipping across your thighs, brushing softly on your skin and tickling. Suguru tugs you to your knees now, with a sharp tug at your collar, choking you out. “I should walk you around just like this, on your hands and knees in front of everyone.”
Before you can answer, he smacks your ass hard, the sting makes you cry out, your body jerking forward.
"Count them," he commands softly. "And with each one, I want you to tell me who you belong to."
"One…” He hums just a bit, his cock just leaking beneath his robes. “I belong to you, Suguru."
“Good pet.”
He smacks again.
"Two... I belong to you, Suguru."
He smacks you over and over, until your voice is hoarse from it, nails pressing into the soft rug beneath you. Three, four, five – so many you lose count, dizzy with need, your ass covered in red welts. Only then when you’re babbling and sniffling, when you’re drooling does he ease back, pulling you up by your collar until you're kneeling.
"Good pet," he murmurs softly, almost lovingly, finally pressing his body against yours, his shape hard and throbbing through his robes – right along your spine. "Who do you belong to?"
“You, you,” he chuckles, swiping the drool from the corner of your lips. “Mmm… Sugu please…”
“Good pet, I think you’ve earned just a little reward,” his hand slips between your thighs, fingers finally finding your needy, neglected little clit, circling it slowly as you moan and arch against him. “Desperate little puppy – so pathetic.”
"I need..."
"What do you need?" his teeth sharply bite the side of your neck, pain pricking as those fingers circle your clit faster. "Tell me exactly what you need, hmm? I want to be good for my pet when you listen."
You're so desperate now for more that you'd say anything he wants to hear, cunt dripping down his fingers, he laughs at just how wet you get. “Nghhh…”
“Words, pet, or I’ll walk you around, hands and knees.”
“N-need y-y-you…”
“N-need. Y-y-you - hah, pathetic, dumb puppy,” he yanks his fingers away, making you whimper pathetically in need. “Can’t talk already?”
“Need you to fuck me, Suguru – please, I need your cock ins-side me."
He chuckles, clearly pleased you could put a word together at all, pushing you back down to your knees and arching your ass up. "Since you asked so nicely, of course I will..."
Suguru turns on the little button that makes that tail vibrate inside you, a sweet, mean torture as the fat head of his cock glides up and down your slit. “Mngh…”
“Gonna finally listen, hmm? When I tell you what to do?” He whispers, teasing you more and more as he moves that cock up and down, dripping and just pulsing out messy white pre. “Answer me if you want it inside, could cum like this – should I cum all over you, every inch? Have them all see what’s mine?”
“I’l llisten…”
“You won’t,” he sighs, sliding his cock up and down again, feeling you wriggling and arching, pulling back. “There, my cock was on your little cunt. That’s good enough, yeah?”
“No! Please, bein’ s’mean…” You’re mumbling again, thighs shaking, watching him pull back and walk over to where he keeps all sorts of treats for you.
“Eat one of these and don’t touch yourself,” you obey when he puts a chocolate in your mouth, making you chew it and smirking. “I have to finish something, don’t move an inch and obey me, like a good pet, hmm?”
“Mhm,” you know his game, you know this chocolate is going to make you ache even more, when those vibrations keep going off in your ass, and that tail is shaking side to side. Suguru carefully and lovingly clips your ears back where they belong, kissing your lips coated in chocolate.
“Be back. Stay.”
*****
You’re about to touch yourself, you’re so close to it that it’s painful, the way you need Suguru inside you, how you need anything but to stay on your knees for him and wait the hour it takes. He carefully walks back in the room, smiling as he sees you in that position, sighing and taking off his robes.
“Like that chocolate, puppy?”
“Mhm,” you’re so fucking wet it’s slippery when Suguru kneels and fingers you, plunging two inside.
“That easy?” He laughs again, he’s a cruel man, Suguru Geto – punishing you for that bratty mouth by edging you, feeding you aphrodisiacs, making you ache in this position. “You listened, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes, I promise… ah!” He pulls back those fingers and sucks your juices off them, humming to himself, pressing your head down so your face is smushed against that rug.
“You did such a good job,” Suguru tugs your cute tail up and finally shoves his fat eight inches deep in your cunt, so deep you scream out, arching for more as he pounds inside your pussy. Mean, desperate strokes that leave no mercy as he tugs that tail, lifting it just so to get a view of the creamy ring at the base of his cock where you’re messing up the carpet.
You’re a drooling mess as you finally get what you’ve been aching for – fucked mean by the cult leader, the one who leans over as he presses his big hand between your shoulder blades, heavy, full balls smacking on your clit.
“You love that, hmm? Being so full, fucked like the stupid little pet you are,” Suguru loves you, by the way – he’d say that, but you’re a slutty little freak who enjoys this. So, he gives it to you – he’s not quite as sadistic as it seems. “Love being a useless little cocksleeve? Waiting all day for dick?”
“Yours,” he groans at your answer, grabbing your hips and pounding his cock with filthy squelches, that tail still stretching your other hole out, he lays prone over the floor, covering you in his heavy weight, his lips brushing your ear.
“My pet, belong to me, don’t you, pretty puppy?” He whispers, as close to sweet as the huge, psychotic man gets, possessive as he is done for as your walls are milking him, vibrations of the plug in your ass making you clamp down. “All mine.”
“Mmm – your pet,” you’re lost then, eyes rolling back as his tip drags right where you need, and you’re shattering for him.
It’s not long after that Suguru pulls out and cums all over your ass, your pussy, your thighs, laughing sadistically at the sight. Not long after he yanks that tail out and fucks you in that hole too, don’t you deserve it, being so good for him? To get all your pretty holes filled, and every inch of your body covered in his cum?
But don’t worry, you get fed even more of those yummy chocolates after – and he makes sure to clean you, with sweet little flicks of his tongue lavishing all that sweet, milky white that is pumped out. It's just right to take care of his pretty, perfect pet when she’s been so good for him.
When you snuggle up in your pretty pink cage later – well, Suguru even leaves the cage door open for you <3
*****
i'm marked mature anyway might as well share this from the drafts LMAO - I was writing this for my bb @indiewritesxoxo forever ago hehe
𝜗❀𝜚 mdni. porn with plot. chasity cage. oral sex (f! receiving). gojo cameo.
“Have you come to repent your sins?”
No, you came to cum.
You squirmed in your confessional seat, glancing through the thin grate separating you from your priest, fiddling with the fancy fabric of your dress as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“I wanted to see you,” you murmured, thighs pressing together as you tried to untangle the treacherous desire coiling around your heart.
Waiting for him to reply with bated breath, fingers trembling as you tried to picture the expression on his face.
Would he blush? Bite down on the inside of his cheek as his dark brows pinched together in disappointment you hadn’t even made it a full day before returning to him?
You heard the creak of the other confessional door swinging open, your pulse pounding in your ears as hope bloomed in your chest - and heat pooled in your core.
Was it wrong to want your priest?
To dream about the low rumble of his voice when he whispered your name or the way his soft hands felt on your face?
Truly, it wasn’t your fault he ensnared your soul - even if he had sworn to save it.
All it had taken was for you to get caught in a semi-compromising position with one of your knights for your family to panic of your virtue.
What good was a princess they couldn’t profit off of? One that might screw up the political alliance they planned on by selling you off to another snobby royal or noble?
Your parents had decided that your promiscuity was a problem only a priest could fix.
Who, in turn, came up with a solution that only made that you so much worse.
Being confined in a chastity cage was supposed to be a lesson. To teach you to not crave the pleasure of the flesh and prevent you from committing a cardinal sin.
Perhaps it would have worked if the only man who had the key didn’t have a proclivity for pleasure himself.
“Don't you have duties to attend to?" Choso dryly asked as he shut himself in with you, nose scrunching up as he scrutinized you, the marking across it standing bold even in the dim shadows of the booth.
"I was in dire need of your guidance," you lied, a little sin you were sure he'd make sure you asked forgiveness for later.
He clicked his tongue twice as he looked down at you, serious stare searing through you as he shook his head.
“Please help me,” you pouted, pushing out your bottom lip and clasping your hands together like you were ready to pray. "You're the only one who can."
He slipped underneath your skirts, big hands drifting over your legs before running across the cool metal of the cage he'd been keeping you all locked up in.
It had been humiliating at first, your face flushing when he showed you that it still allowed you to use the bathroom, that its sole purpose was to prevent anyone else from using you. But after a number of frustrating nights and even more numerous days of returning to his confessional to complain, he proposed a solution to solve your problem - and maybe scratch an itch of your own.
His tongue diving inside you didn't count as sex, right?
The key clicked in the lock.
And freedom felt a lot like his breath on your freshly exposed skin and his fingers sinking into your soft thighs.
"You'll send us both to Hell," he murmured, gravel stuck in his throat before his mouth latched onto your clit and feverishly sucked.
You wouldn't mind going if it was with him.
An afterlife spent squeezing his head between your thighs actually sounded perfect. His tongue swirling lazily around your pussy, drawing soft moans he had to keep shushing, your fingers itching to rake through his dark hair as you threw your head back and bit your lip to stifle your sounds.
A man like him had promised himself to his gods.
He wasn't supposed to marry or even make love.
You supposed you were really just his loophole.
And judging by the way he grunted and groaned as his tongue dragged across your walls, swimming around in the taste of you, you knew no matter how many times he tried to tell himself he was simply serving you, he never failed to finish too.
Thumb dimpling your flesh, his nose nudging so perfectly against the sensitive bud above your entrance, the warmth in your chest making your head feel all fuzzy as you bucked your hips up to drive his tongue further.
You were going to get what you came here for.
On the brink, so close you could practically taste your release yourself, letting out a barely audible whimper of his name as you pressed down on his head through your dress and-
"Well, what do we have here?" An annoyingly familiar voice called out, your eyes snapping open as you found the knight who used to warm your bed leaning again the now-open door.
"L-leave now," you stuttered, the priest between your thighs refusing to stop eating you out even after you'd been caught. His grip only tightened, his tongue forcing its way even deeper as you struggled not to squeak.
"Nah," he smirked, blue eyes glittering with amusement as he chuckled. "I wanna join."
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."
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