Just Joshing

Summary: SnowLeopard!Gojo and Cobra!Geto have Y/N in their nest now. It’s finally time to make you see reason, to make you see that there is no escaping your fate. 

I’m. In. Their. Nest?

You immediately move to lurch up, but the oppressive weight on your chest prevents you. Gojo clicks his tongue, “Where ‘ya going, sweetness? We’re right here.” While he continues to scent your neck, Geto moves to loom above you. His large hands come to cup your face, and his thumb strokes your cheek. 

“I know it’s scary, hm,” he says in a syrupy sweet tone, “with you being such a soft, delicate little human. But don’t worry,” Geto pauses to press his warm lips to your forehead, “your big, bad mates will try to be gentle with you.” His soft touch moves down to your shoulders before he begins to try massaging the tension out. Maybe it’s time to try a new approach. 

“G-Gojo.” The blue-eye boy pulls back from your collarbone to meet your eyes. 

“You call me Satorou, baby.” 

You gulp. “Satorou.” Despite yourself, the name feels right in your mouth. “I think there’s been a mistake.”

Above you, Suguru raises an eyebrow. “A mistake? Do tell, darling.” 

“Y-yeah,” you nod, “something’s not right about, you know…this?” At this point, Gojo is staring at you so intensely that by the end of your thought you’re mumbling bashfully. 

“What are you saying?” The smile has been wiped off of Gojo’s face. His emotions, whatever they may be, are radiating off of him. 

“Just that,” you whimper out, “just that you guys are you and I’m me. You should be with a shifter that can handle your, um, needs.” 

Geto smiles from above you. “Let me assure you, darling, Gojo and I are quite acquainted with one another’s needs. You will fit right in to our little routine.”

Gojo’s hands come up to grip your waist. “And what’s the alternative, huh? We let you go, and you just fucking settle for some human piece of shit that can’t take care of you—that can’t protect you. No,” he shook his head violently, “gotta make you see.” He turns away from you, tilting his head up to look at his mate. “Can I?” 

Geto nods. “Time to collar her,” and his feathery touch on your shoulders turn to steel, pinning you down on the blankets. 

Gojo returns to your neck, licking and biting until he receives the reaction he wants: a filthy moan that releases as he makes out with the junction of your neck and shoulder. “O-oh, M’god.” 

 “There she is,” he whispers hotly into your ear. “Time to worship at my altar, baby.” He moves back down, now focusing his efforts on the sweet spot on your neck. Faster that you can process it, you feel his canines extended against your skin. “Gonna scream for me?” And his teeth pierce your skin. 

Blood rushes to your ears, drowning out the sounds of your own screams. “Be as loud as you please, darling,” Geto coos against your sweat-slicked face, “no sound escapes this room.” Your hands move up to claw Gojo off of you, but tugging at his hair just makes him moan against you. 

After minutes of keeping his teeth lodged inside of your neck, Gojo finally pulls off with a satisfied sigh. He licks a long strip up your cheek, tasting the flow of salty tears. “So beautiful, baby. Almost halfway there.” The white-haired boy then moves down your body, settling between your legs, as Geto leans down over you. 

His forked tongue comes out to lick the blood from your wound, making you squirm beneath him. The tip of his tail curls to rest on your stomach, rendering you completely immobile. “I’ll make this quick, darling.” Scooping up a handful of your hair, he firmly wrenches your head to the side, baring your neck completely to get a good look at Gojo’s puncture. He then aligns his mouth, ignoring your weak protest, before his long fangs repierce the wound. 

His fangs are much longer than Gojo’s canines, stabbing through more layers of muscle. And the pain is so blinding, that you don’t even notice Gojo’s claws slicing through your boyshorts and underwear. It’s not until his hot tongue is bullying its way into your cunt that your focus changes. 

You jerk against Geto’s tail, which has completely wrapped against your waist, constricting you, to no avail. When that doesn’t work you begin kicking your legs against Gojo’s muscular back when he doubles his effort. Gojo lifts his head up from your heat, and his hand moves from your thigh to harshly pinch your clit. “Babydoll, sugarplum. I’m busy, okay?” 

Geto lifts his head from your neck to look at him. “Looks like she needs a task to keep her occupied.” He moves around you. From the waist up, you can see his lean, falsely human beauty. But as you look down, the rippling musculature of his cobra-like body coiling around you, trapping you in. He comes to rest on your chest, before his hand moves to gently lift your shirt over your head and unclip your bra. 

He places a chaste kiss to your rapidly hardening nipple. “You’re stunning, darling.” His hand up to tweak and kneed your other breast while he gives attention to your right one. “Such perfect tits.” After he’s covered your chest with love bites, and what will probably be small bruises tomorrow, he sits up straight. 

And just when you think it can’t get worse, a slit opens underneath his human torso, revealing his weeping cock. It’s pale in the dim light, but the tip is red with excitement as he strokes himself in front of your face. Glinting on the end is a small metal ball, pierced through the tip. “Do me the kindness, darling?” You close your eyes and mouth tightly, before turning away—desperate to escape the sight and threat of his cock. He gives an aggravated sigh at your rejection before placing a firm grasp on your cheeks. He turns you back to face him before pinching your nose, forcing you to open your mouth as you run out of oxygen. 

When you gulp in the air, he plunges his hot cock down your throat. He does not ease you into it at all. His tip immediately comes to rest in your throat. Your nose is flush against the clean patch of hair right before his scales begin, and his warm balls are pressed tightly against your chin. Geto holds you there for much too long, enjoying the way your throat tightens around him as your air depletes. 

Your hands come up to grip his scales in fear, and he looks down into your glossy eyes with a thrilled grin. “Yes, darling. Scream. Moan. You look so pretty like this,” he grunts out, slowly rocking his hips. And just as you feel your vision blur, he eases you off, giving you a few seconds to breathe before sinking into your warm mouth once again. Down below, Gojo’s long fingers are plunging in and out of you, stretching you. And every time you moan prettily for him, it’s muffled on his mate’s cock. 

When he’s worked you open enough, he moves onto his knees and removes his own underwear, revealing his long, pink dick. It’s weeping as it points right towards your core like a compass. You try to scream in protest as he lines himself up, but all your frustration just makes Geto moan loudly as you vibrate on his dick. 

Gojo begins slowly working his way inside of you, slowly but forcefully. “So fucking tight.” He grins up at Geto, making his mate cock his head towards him, “our baby’s a little virgin.” Geto’s face splits a mean grin. 

And then he starts moving. What begins as agony, quickly becomes overwhelming pleasure as the two work into you in tandem. A slow rocking that becomes a harsher pounding as Gojo begins to lose control. “Mm…s-so good. Pussy’s so fucking good,” and his heavy hand comes down to slap your clit—making his shudder at your upteenth orgasm, tightening around him.

After what feels like forever, your body growing sore and exhausted at the abuse, you feel both men twitching inside of you, before releasing warm spurts of cum into your body. Sapped of all your strength, Gojo collapsing on you is the last thing you feel. 

“You ready for one more, darling?” Geto asks innocently, petting your hair as he removes himself from your mouth.

And the room drifts into a dark sea of black once again. 

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You are fast asleep as your two mates wipe down your body. Gojo applies cream where his claws roughed you up, and Geto cleans the remnants of their fun off of you. He also has a pot of tea ready for your sore throat when you awaken.

To them, you look like an angel. You’re wrapped in the furs and blankets of their nest like a little burrito. It makes Gojo so happy to see you use it for the intended purpose of making love together, of cuddling afterwards together.

“She’s so soft, Sugu,” he says in wonderment. He is stroking your skin with an amazing look on his face, his bright blue eyes trained on your now healing mark.

“Yes, she is.” Geto’s massive tail has curled around the both of you— keeping his two mates as tightly bound to him as possible. Not that Gojo minds.

The raven-haired boy smiles down at your tired form. “Our warm center.”

Satorou nods. “Our missing piece.”

Summary: SnowLeopard!Gojo and Cobra!Geto have Y/N in their nest now. It’s finally time to make you see reason, to make you see that there is no escaping your fate. 

I’m. In. Their. Nest?

You immediately move to lurch up, but the oppressive weight on your chest prevents you. Gojo clicks his tongue, “Where ‘ya going, sweetness? We’re right here.” While he continues to scent your neck, Geto moves to loom above you. His large hands come to cup your face, and his thumb strokes your cheek. 

“I know it’s scary, hm,” he says in a syrupy sweet tone, “with you being such a soft, delicate little human. But don’t worry,” Geto pauses to press his warm lips to your forehead, “your big, bad mates will try to be gentle with you.” His soft touch moves down to your shoulders before he begins to try massaging the tension out. Maybe it’s time to try a new approach. 

“G-Gojo.” The blue-eye boy pulls back from your collarbone to meet your eyes. 

“You call me Satorou, baby.” 

You gulp. “Satorou.” Despite yourself, the name feels right in your mouth. “I think there’s been a mistake.”

Above you, Suguru raises an eyebrow. “A mistake? Do tell, darling.” 

“Y-yeah,” you nod, “something’s not right about, you know…this?” At this point, Gojo is staring at you so intensely that by the end of your thought you’re mumbling bashfully. 

“What are you saying?” The smile has been wiped off of Gojo’s face. His emotions, whatever they may be, are radiating off of him. 

“Just that,” you whimper out, “just that you guys are you and I’m me. You should be with a shifter that can handle your, um, needs.” 

Geto smiles from above you. “Let me assure you, darling, Gojo and I are quite acquainted with one another’s needs. You will fit right in to our little routine.”

Gojo’s hands come up to grip your waist. “And what’s the alternative, huh? We let you go, and you just fucking settle for some human piece of shit that can’t take care of you—that can’t protect you. No,” he shook his head violently, “gotta make you see.” He turns away from you, tilting his head up to look at his mate. “Can I?” 

Geto nods. “Time to collar her,” and his feathery touch on your shoulders turn to steel, pinning you down on the blankets. 

Gojo returns to your neck, licking and biting until he receives the reaction he wants: a filthy moan that releases as he makes out with the junction of your neck and shoulder. “O-oh, M’god.” 

 “There she is,” he whispers hotly into your ear. “Time to worship at my altar, baby.” He moves back down, now focusing his efforts on the sweet spot on your neck. Faster that you can process it, you feel his canines extended against your skin. “Gonna scream for me?” And his teeth pierce your skin. 

Blood rushes to your ears, drowning out the sounds of your own screams. “Be as loud as you please, darling,” Geto coos against your sweat-slicked face, “no sound escapes this room.” Your hands move up to claw Gojo off of you, but tugging at his hair just makes him moan against you. 

After minutes of keeping his teeth lodged inside of your neck, Gojo finally pulls off with a satisfied sigh. He licks a long strip up your cheek, tasting the flow of salty tears. “So beautiful, baby. Almost halfway there.” The white-haired boy then moves down your body, settling between your legs, as Geto leans down over you. 

His forked tongue comes out to lick the blood from your wound, making you squirm beneath him. The tip of his tail curls to rest on your stomach, rendering you completely immobile. “I’ll make this quick, darling.” Scooping up a handful of your hair, he firmly wrenches your head to the side, baring your neck completely to get a good look at Gojo’s puncture. He then aligns his mouth, ignoring your weak protest, before his long fangs repierce the wound. 

His fangs are much longer than Gojo’s canines, stabbing through more layers of muscle. And the pain is so blinding, that you don’t even notice Gojo’s claws slicing through your boyshorts and underwear. It’s not until his hot tongue is bullying its way into your cunt that your focus changes. 

You jerk against Geto’s tail, which has completely wrapped against your waist, constricting you, to no avail. When that doesn’t work you begin kicking your legs against Gojo’s muscular back when he doubles his effort. Gojo lifts his head up from your heat, and his hand moves from your thigh to harshly pinch your clit. “Babydoll, sugarplum. I’m busy, okay?” 

Geto lifts his head from your neck to look at him. “Looks like she needs a task to keep her occupied.” He moves around you. From the waist up, you can see his lean, falsely human beauty. But as you look down, the rippling musculature of his cobra-like body coiling around you, trapping you in. He comes to rest on your chest, before his hand moves to gently lift your shirt over your head and unclip your bra. 

He places a chaste kiss to your rapidly hardening nipple. “You’re stunning, darling.” His hand up to tweak and kneed your other breast while he gives attention to your right one. “Such perfect tits.” After he’s covered your chest with love bites, and what will probably be small bruises tomorrow, he sits up straight. 

And just when you think it can’t get worse, a slit opens underneath his human torso, revealing his weeping cock. It’s pale in the dim light, but the tip is red with excitement as he strokes himself in front of your face. Glinting on the end is a small metal ball, pierced through the tip. “Do me the kindness, darling?” You close your eyes and mouth tightly, before turning away—desperate to escape the sight and threat of his cock. He gives an aggravated sigh at your rejection before placing a firm grasp on your cheeks. He turns you back to face him before pinching your nose, forcing you to open your mouth as you run out of oxygen. 

When you gulp in the air, he plunges his hot cock down your throat. He does not ease you into it at all. His tip immediately comes to rest in your throat. Your nose is flush against the clean patch of hair right before his scales begin, and his warm balls are pressed tightly against your chin. Geto holds you there for much too long, enjoying the way your throat tightens around him as your air depletes. 

Your hands come up to grip his scales in fear, and he looks down into your glossy eyes with a thrilled grin. “Yes, darling. Scream. Moan. You look so pretty like this,” he grunts out, slowly rocking his hips. And just as you feel your vision blur, he eases you off, giving you a few seconds to breathe before sinking into your warm mouth once again. Down below, Gojo’s long fingers are plunging in and out of you, stretching you. And every time you moan prettily for him, it’s muffled on his mate’s cock. 

When he’s worked you open enough, he moves onto his knees and removes his own underwear, revealing his long, pink dick. It’s weeping as it points right towards your core like a compass. You try to scream in protest as he lines himself up, but all your frustration just makes Geto moan loudly as you vibrate on his dick. 

Gojo begins slowly working his way inside of you, slowly but forcefully. “So fucking tight.” He grins up at Geto, making his mate cock his head towards him, “our baby’s a little virgin.” Geto’s face splits a mean grin. 

And then he starts moving. What begins as agony, quickly becomes overwhelming pleasure as the two work into you in tandem. A slow rocking that becomes a harsher pounding as Gojo begins to lose control. “Mm…s-so good. Pussy’s so fucking good,” and his heavy hand comes down to slap your clit—making his shudder at your upteenth orgasm, tightening around him.

After what feels like forever, your body growing sore and exhausted at the abuse, you feel both men twitching inside of you, before releasing warm spurts of cum into your body. Sapped of all your strength, Gojo collapsing on you is the last thing you feel. 

“You ready for one more, darling?” Geto asks innocently, petting your hair as he removes himself from your mouth.

And the room drifts into a dark sea of black once again. 

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You are fast asleep as your two mates wipe down your body. Gojo applies cream where his claws roughed you up, and Geto cleans the remnants of their fun off of you. He also has a pot of tea ready for your sore throat when you awaken.

To them, you look like an angel. You’re wrapped in the furs and blankets of their nest like a little burrito. It makes Gojo so happy to see you use it for the intended purpose of making love together, of cuddling afterwards together.

“She’s so soft, Sugu,” he says in wonderment. He is stroking your skin with an amazing look on his face, his bright blue eyes trained on your now healing mark.

“Yes, she is.” Geto’s massive tail has curled around the both of you— keeping his two mates as tightly bound to him as possible. Not that Gojo minds.

The raven-haired boy smiles down at your tired form. “Our warm center.”

Satorou nods. “Our missing piece.”

Summary: Lamb!Y/N goes wandering in the woods, a lost little thing, not knowing that the prying eyes of Tiger!Kuna are watching her every move. Don’t worry little lamb, for the low low price of mothering his cub and serving his every need, he’ll take real good care of you. NSFW

The leaves crunch beneath your sneakers as you wander further and further from your little cottage. For the most part, you loved your secluded home. No unwanted visitors. No smog. No traffic. The only downside was the trek back to town whenever you needed a restock on supplies. 

And while you thought you’d gotten used to a three mile hike up and back, if your aimless wandering proves anything, it is this: you are lost. And the sun is going down. 

When you’d first moved into your little fixer-upper, the landlady had taken care to warn you specifically to be back in the house, behind locked doors, by sundown. At the time you thought that she was just being dramatic. Afterall, prey animals such as yourself rarely live alone. But now, now that you were out here braving the wilderness in the dimming light, you think there might have been some truth in her warning. 

As the sun disappears behind the trees, you begin to feel…followed. Something deeply instinctual, your animalistic nature even, was telling you that reason to flee was lurking nearby. Better quicken your pace. 

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Tiger!Kuna has been tracking you for weeks now. It was your sweet scent that had caught your attention at first, but that quickly devolved into a complete and total obsession. Now he watches you every second he can spare. While you garden…while you cook dinner…while you shower. And every time you’ve made a trip back down to town, he’s made sure you make it through the woods nice and safe. A little lamb shifter like you? You’d be fucked without his protection. You need him. And he just so happens to need you too. Badly.  

And now he’s here as you try to find your way back home after your last -and final if he has anything to say about it- trip from town. And he’s here too, obviously, keeping you safe from all but him. Of course he had to steer you off course a bit. You’re a clever little thing. But you couldn’t ignore your own biology. Just a little rustling in the leaves was enough to have your little ass runnin’ in the opposite direction. 

Now Sukuna can barely contain himself. He just wants to scoop you up and whisk you away. Set you down in the nest he so carefully crafted for you. But no…he’ll let you come to him. When the sun goes down and the creatures come out to play, you’ll rush straight into his big, strong arms. 

Even if you need a little push. 

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The light had long since gone and you had no idea where you were. All you do know is that this is the deepest in the forest you’ve ever been, and you’re scared. Lambs like you aren’t supposed to be out this late, especially not alone. 

Your fluffy white ears turned to catch even the smallest sounds, and your pupils had expanded into big saucers in the darkness. You are tiptoing through the forest, your arms extended to feel in front of you when a frightening roar echoes through the trees—making you vibrate in fear. SHIT! 

Spurred by the terror chilling your blood, you take off, sprinting deeper and deeper in the forest, desperate to get away. You trip on a massive tree root, but you get up without hesitation. The stinging of your knee is nothing compared to the promise of pain brought on by that thing -whatever it is- catching up to you. 

In the distance you see a dim light, igniting what appears to be a secluded cabin. And what does light usually mean? People! Safety! You head there without a second thought, ignoring the throbbing in your ankle as you hobble along. 

When you finally move to knock on the cabin door, after a tiresome walk up, you find the door already open—-practically beckoning you inside. It couldn’t hurt to just enter right…What’s the harm? You press on, quietly closing the door behind you. 

“H-Hello? Anybody home? My-my name is Y/N, and I’m trying to find my way back home…” You’re met with silence. Just as you’re about to leave, a man steps out from behind the entryway’s corner, still shrouded in darkness. 

“Oh! Hello! Did you, uh, hear all that?” 

“Yeah, Y/N,” the stranger answered kindly, “I'm sorry you've gotten lost. It's frightening out there. You're free to stay here till morning.” 

“Th-thank you, stranger. You’re really too swee…” your voice drifts off as he steps full into the lit hallway. The man who saunters in is dripping with pheromones. He’s wearing black sweats that hang loosely off his hips and no shirt. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on his face, and definitely not the carved v-line leading straight to his— uh, well you know. He is covered in what you think are tattoos, creating a stripe-like pattern that runs across his arms and torso. And most frighteningly, peeking out from his pink hair are two tiger’s ears. They're perked up. Following your every sound. A predator. Your instincts scream. Run.

“You, you know what. I, uh, I think I’m just gonna phone a friend to pick me up,” you say, trying your best to give a weak smile. 

“Oh no need for that, pretty,” he responds with a wolfish grin, “there’s no cell-reception up here anyways.” Your eyes catch the glint reflecting off his canines, making you subconsciously try to scramble away, hands searching hopelessly for the doorknob. 

His stride forward doesn’t stop, until eventually he’s caged you in. His big palms pinning your arms to your side. “Besides,” he leans down to your ear, “iI you stay we can get to know each other, neighbor.” At this he begins releasing pheromones in waves, making you instantly hold your breath. Can’t…can’t breathe it in… 

“Oh, come on,” he teases, using one free hand to pet your head. “Breath in my scent, pretty. Give in to me.” After about a minute, your lungs are burning, and you can’t take it anymore. Out of self-preservation you are forced to gulp in hot air despite your better judgement. 

The more your take in, the more your head begins to spin. Smells…really good. You’re pulled into the stranger's strong chest, your face pressed between his pectoral muscles. So, so warm. When he sees fit, he lifts your chin up with his thumb, staring at you with hungry, maroon eyes. You think you can make out a sort of…obsessiveness or desperation in them? But it’s hard to tell in your current state. 

After a moment of taking you in, his warm lips press hungrily to yours. “C’mon pretty. Gonna take good care of you.” And you’re whisked away. 

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You’re placed onto something soft. A mess of blankets and pillows that mold around your body, but before you can appreciate it, the stranger is looming over you once more. While you’ve been admiring this softness, he’s been stripping down.

He places his two massive thighs on the side of your head, trapping you between them, muscles flexing around you. But you can't really focus on that because of the monster now at your lips. The stranger is stroking himself from root to tip, with the very end pressed against your mouth and balls pressed against your chin. Wow…so those tattoos do go all the way down. 

“Pretty lamb, wanna get me nice and wet for you?” By now it was impossible to know where you start and the pheromones end. So you do want to. You really really want to. Without a second thought, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, gradually taking his heat into your mouth. 

He groans as your tongue plays with his slit, and his hands reach out to grab your silky, white ears—-making you moan around him. “Good little lamb. M’gonna go a little deeper, okay? Nod your pretty head for me.” When you nod he slowly presses forward, going deeper down your throat. He reaches down to grab your hand and places it on his balls, urging you to play with them as he uses your throat.  

After who knows how long, he carefully pulls himself out of your mouth. “Time to return the favor pretty,” he says, kissing your nose before skillfully moving down your body. He unbottons your shirt, and rips off your delicate lace bra, his aggression causing you to yelp. “Such perfect tits,” he groaned, mostly to himself. 

Before he can come face to face with the sweet spot between your legs, you press your thighs together, not eager for him to see you fully vulnerable. “Tsk,” he growls out, “you don’t hide from me, pretty. C’mon, spread those legs for me. Let me see you.” More hormones roll off of him, making you want to listen to his every word. 

Your thighs part, giving him full access to you, which he quickly takes advantage of. He rips your underwear clean off, before inhaling your scent. “Pretty everywhere.” The stranger licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, before circling his tongue around your bundle of nerves. Two large fingers press against you, bullying their way inside. Stretching you out. 

“I-I, please…please…” 

“Sukuna, pretty. Say it f’me?” 

“S-Sukuna, please!” 

“Of course, pretty.” He presses his hot tongue to your center while quickly scissoring his fingers in and out, bringing you to a blinding end. 

As you come down from your high, you feel the hot tip of his cock press against your core. “M’gonna take you now, little lamb. Hold still f’me, yeah?” 

And you feel the piercing pain on both ends, and he enters your and his canines puncture your shoulder. 

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After an unknown amount of time, you were finally able to step away. Lifting Sukuna’s beefy biceps off your chest, you skillfully slide a pillow into his tight grip. Confirming your trick had worked, as you watch him sniff and snuggle into the pillow, you quietly close the door behind you. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly wander around until you happen upon the kitchen, stomach growling. Stretching your sore limbs out, you begin rummaging through the fridge and pantry with plans to make pancakes. Turns out Sukuna has quite the…childrish pallet? God forbid a grown man love juice boxes. 

Twisting the stove knob, you begin pouring thick batter onto the pan. But as soon as you turn to scoop more batter, a figure comes into view. A tiny little thing, with unruly tufts of pink hair and two tiger ears poking out from the top of his head. He rubs sleep from his eyes, before they come into focus and scan you with curiosity. 

“Uncle S’kuna?” He asks, softly. 

And before you can break out of your shocked state, a tattooed arm slithers around your waist. “You’re up early brat,” Sukuna grumbles out, his bare chest vibrating against her chest. 

You can’t help but squeal at the sudden contact. “S-Sukuna. You’re awake.” 

He grins at the blush covering your rosey cheeks. “Yeah. Spoiled your plans to run away, huh?” 

You shook your head, not wanting to provoke any predator instincts. “Of course not,” you nod to the stove, “pancakes.” 

The edges of his smile soften a bit, and he kisses your cheek. 

“Uncle! Uncle!” The little tiger is tugging at Sukuna’s sweatpants, eager for the attention to return to him. “Who’th dat?” What an adorable voice. 

Sukuna lays a possessive kiss on your mark—leaving a pleasant burning sensation when he pulls away. “That, little cub, is your new auntie. Say good morning.” 

Summary: Lamb!Y/N goes wandering in the woods, a lost little thing, not knowing that the prying eyes of Tiger!Kuna are watching her every move. Don’t worry little lamb, for the low low price of mothering his cub and serving his every need, he’ll take real good care of you. NSFW

The leaves crunch beneath your sneakers as you wander further and further from your little cottage. For the most part, you loved your secluded home. No unwanted visitors. No smog. No traffic. The only downside was the trek back to town whenever you needed a restock on supplies. 

And while you thought you’d gotten used to a three mile hike up and back, if your aimless wandering proves anything, it is this: you are lost. And the sun is going down. 

When you’d first moved into your little fixer-upper, the landlady had taken care to warn you specifically to be back in the house, behind locked doors, by sundown. At the time you thought that she was just being dramatic. Afterall, prey animals such as yourself rarely live alone. But now, now that you were out here braving the wilderness in the dimming light, you think there might have been some truth in her warning. 

As the sun disappears behind the trees, you begin to feel…followed. Something deeply instinctual, your animalistic nature even, was telling you that reason to flee was lurking nearby. Better quicken your pace. 

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Tiger!Kuna has been tracking you for weeks now. It was your sweet scent that had caught your attention at first, but that quickly devolved into a complete and total obsession. Now he watches you every second he can spare. While you garden…while you cook dinner…while you shower. And every time you’ve made a trip back down to town, he’s made sure you make it through the woods nice and safe. A little lamb shifter like you? You’d be fucked without his protection. You need him. And he just so happens to need you too. Badly.  

And now he’s here as you try to find your way back home after your last -and final if he has anything to say about it- trip from town. And he’s here too, obviously, keeping you safe from all but him. Of course he had to steer you off course a bit. You’re a clever little thing. But you couldn’t ignore your own biology. Just a little rustling in the leaves was enough to have your little ass runnin’ in the opposite direction. 

Now Sukuna can barely contain himself. He just wants to scoop you up and whisk you away. Set you down in the nest he so carefully crafted for you. But no…he’ll let you come to him. When the sun goes down and the creatures come out to play, you’ll rush straight into his big, strong arms. 

Even if you need a little push. 

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The light had long since gone and you had no idea where you were. All you do know is that this is the deepest in the forest you’ve ever been, and you’re scared. Lambs like you aren’t supposed to be out this late, especially not alone. 

Your fluffy white ears turned to catch even the smallest sounds, and your pupils had expanded into big saucers in the darkness. You are tiptoing through the forest, your arms extended to feel in front of you when a frightening roar echoes through the trees—making you vibrate in fear. SHIT! 

Spurred by the terror chilling your blood, you take off, sprinting deeper and deeper in the forest, desperate to get away. You trip on a massive tree root, but you get up without hesitation. The stinging of your knee is nothing compared to the promise of pain brought on by that thing -whatever it is- catching up to you. 

In the distance you see a dim light, igniting what appears to be a secluded cabin. And what does light usually mean? People! Safety! You head there without a second thought, ignoring the throbbing in your ankle as you hobble along. 

When you finally move to knock on the cabin door, after a tiresome walk up, you find the door already open—-practically beckoning you inside. It couldn’t hurt to just enter right…What’s the harm? You press on, quietly closing the door behind you. 

“H-Hello? Anybody home? My-my name is Y/N, and I’m trying to find my way back home…” You’re met with silence. Just as you’re about to leave, a man steps out from behind the entryway’s corner, still shrouded in darkness. 

“Oh! Hello! Did you, uh, hear all that?” 

“Yeah, Y/N,” the stranger answered kindly, “I'm sorry you've gotten lost. It's frightening out there. You're free to stay here till morning.” 

“Th-thank you, stranger. You’re really too swee…” your voice drifts off as he steps full into the lit hallway. The man who saunters in is dripping with pheromones. He’s wearing black sweats that hang loosely off his hips and no shirt. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on his face, and definitely not the carved v-line leading straight to his— uh, well you know. He is covered in what you think are tattoos, creating a stripe-like pattern that runs across his arms and torso. And most frighteningly, peeking out from his pink hair are two tiger’s ears. They're perked up. Following your every sound. A predator. Your instincts scream. Run.

“You, you know what. I, uh, I think I’m just gonna phone a friend to pick me up,” you say, trying your best to give a weak smile. 

“Oh no need for that, pretty,” he responds with a wolfish grin, “there’s no cell-reception up here anyways.” Your eyes catch the glint reflecting off his canines, making you subconsciously try to scramble away, hands searching hopelessly for the doorknob. 

His stride forward doesn’t stop, until eventually he’s caged you in. His big palms pinning your arms to your side. “Besides,” he leans down to your ear, “iI you stay we can get to know each other, neighbor.” At this he begins releasing pheromones in waves, making you instantly hold your breath. Can’t…can’t breathe it in… 

“Oh, come on,” he teases, using one free hand to pet your head. “Breath in my scent, pretty. Give in to me.” After about a minute, your lungs are burning, and you can’t take it anymore. Out of self-preservation you are forced to gulp in hot air despite your better judgement. 

The more your take in, the more your head begins to spin. Smells…really good. You’re pulled into the stranger's strong chest, your face pressed between his pectoral muscles. So, so warm. When he sees fit, he lifts your chin up with his thumb, staring at you with hungry, maroon eyes. You think you can make out a sort of…obsessiveness or desperation in them? But it’s hard to tell in your current state. 

After a moment of taking you in, his warm lips press hungrily to yours. “C’mon pretty. Gonna take good care of you.” And you’re whisked away. 

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You’re placed onto something soft. A mess of blankets and pillows that mold around your body, but before you can appreciate it, the stranger is looming over you once more. While you’ve been admiring this softness, he’s been stripping down.

He places his two massive thighs on the side of your head, trapping you between them, muscles flexing around you. But you can't really focus on that because of the monster now at your lips. The stranger is stroking himself from root to tip, with the very end pressed against your mouth and balls pressed against your chin. Wow…so those tattoos do go all the way down. 

“Pretty lamb, wanna get me nice and wet for you?” By now it was impossible to know where you start and the pheromones end. So you do want to. You really really want to. Without a second thought, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, gradually taking his heat into your mouth. 

He groans as your tongue plays with his slit, and his hands reach out to grab your silky, white ears—-making you moan around him. “Good little lamb. M’gonna go a little deeper, okay? Nod your pretty head for me.” When you nod he slowly presses forward, going deeper down your throat. He reaches down to grab your hand and places it on his balls, urging you to play with them as he uses your throat.  

After who knows how long, he carefully pulls himself out of your mouth. “Time to return the favor pretty,” he says, kissing your nose before skillfully moving down your body. He unbottons your shirt, and rips off your delicate lace bra, his aggression causing you to yelp. “Such perfect tits,” he groaned, mostly to himself. 

Before he can come face to face with the sweet spot between your legs, you press your thighs together, not eager for him to see you fully vulnerable. “Tsk,” he growls out, “you don’t hide from me, pretty. C’mon, spread those legs for me. Let me see you.” More hormones roll off of him, making you want to listen to his every word. 

Your thighs part, giving him full access to you, which he quickly takes advantage of. He rips your underwear clean off, before inhaling your scent. “Pretty everywhere.” The stranger licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, before circling his tongue around your bundle of nerves. Two large fingers press against you, bullying their way inside. Stretching you out. 

“I-I, please…please…” 

“Sukuna, pretty. Say it f’me?” 

“S-Sukuna, please!” 

“Of course, pretty.” He presses his hot tongue to your center while quickly scissoring his fingers in and out, bringing you to a blinding end. 

As you come down from your high, you feel the hot tip of his cock press against your core. “M’gonna take you now, little lamb. Hold still f’me, yeah?” 

And you feel the piercing pain on both ends, and he enters your and his canines puncture your shoulder. 

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After an unknown amount of time, you were finally able to step away. Lifting Sukuna’s beefy biceps off your chest, you skillfully slide a pillow into his tight grip. Confirming your trick had worked, as you watch him sniff and snuggle into the pillow, you quietly close the door behind you. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly wander around until you happen upon the kitchen, stomach growling. Stretching your sore limbs out, you begin rummaging through the fridge and pantry with plans to make pancakes. Turns out Sukuna has quite the…childrish pallet? God forbid a grown man love juice boxes. 

Twisting the stove knob, you begin pouring thick batter onto the pan. But as soon as you turn to scoop more batter, a figure comes into view. A tiny little thing, with unruly tufts of pink hair and two tiger ears poking out from the top of his head. He rubs sleep from his eyes, before they come into focus and scan you with curiosity. 

“Uncle S’kuna?” He asks, softly. 

And before you can break out of your shocked state, a tattooed arm slithers around your waist. “You’re up early brat,” Sukuna grumbles out, his bare chest vibrating against her chest. 

You can’t help but squeal at the sudden contact. “S-Sukuna. You’re awake.” 

He grins at the blush covering your rosey cheeks. “Yeah. Spoiled your plans to run away, huh?” 

You shook your head, not wanting to provoke any predator instincts. “Of course not,” you nod to the stove, “pancakes.” 

The edges of his smile soften a bit, and he kisses your cheek. 

“Uncle! Uncle!” The little tiger is tugging at Sukuna’s sweatpants, eager for the attention to return to him. “Who’th dat?” What an adorable voice. 

Sukuna lays a possessive kiss on your mark—leaving a pleasant burning sensation when he pulls away. “That, little cub, is your new auntie. Say good morning.” 

Summary: Y/N has been caught by Gojo and Geto...and they don't plan on letting you go.

Chapter 3 

When you raise your head, you come face to face with a presence you’d been dreading for weeks now: Suguru Geto. He tilts his head down to observe you as you sit cross-legged on the grass. When his lips upturn in a soft smile, you do not return it. 

“Hey, up here.” A large hand reaches down to tilt your chin up even further, and you are forced to meet the ice-blue eyes of Satorou Gojo. “Finally,” he breathes out, “caught ya’ silly human.” 

You stumble to your feet, their looming over you making you feel even smaller and more vulnerable than they usually would. Your head whips between them, “G-Gojo. G-Geto.” 

Gojo beams. “That’s us, sweetness. Though you’re being a little formal, don’t ya’ think?” 

You bow your head a little, doing your best to ignore the nicknames. “Can I help you, upperclassmen?” 

At this you notice Gojo’s face falling into a frown, but Geto remains completely impassive save for his small smile. “Oh sure you can help us,” the cobra-shifter softly hisses out, “if it’s all the same to you, do mind lifting up that longsleeve undershirt?"

“Uh, sorry, but that hardly seems like an appropriate ask, upperclassman.” You give a tight smile, “now if you don’t mind—” 

As you press off the ball of your foot to make a bee-line for the classrooms, two muscular forearms wrap around your torso. “I’m done playing games.” Gojo huffs out. “You’re crazy if you think we’re gonna just let you run off after searchin’ for ya’ all this time.” 

“Sugu,” he calls out, “her bag.” He tilts his head to motion to your school bag resting on the grass. The dark-haired boy nods in response and reaches for your backpack. As he begins to rifle through your belongings, a wave of panic hits you. Deep down you know it’s over, but your base instincts tell you to run and hide. These men are dangerous. 

Struggling against Gojo is useless. He holds you firmly to his chest, taking the opportunity to sniff your neck and hair. “Still don’t smell right, little human,” he grumbles into your nape. “Don’t worry though, sugar plum. I’ll make it better.” You freeze when he begins rubbing his furry ears and face into your neck. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he is scenting you. 

Just as you begin to feel as though you are going to faint in the snowleopard’s overwhelming embrace, Geto lifts out the bottle you dreaded they’d find. “Scent suppressants. Go figure.” He tosses the bottle to Gojo, who can easily keep you restrained while using his other hand to catch it. 

“Naughty little thing,” Geto mocked. “You made us very worried.” He slowly approached you, and you could feel his warm breath on your face as he got nearer. “Now we have to take precautions so that you won’t hide from us again.” There is no escaping his piercing eyes, though that doesn’t stop you from subconsciously pressing yourself further into Gojo’s embrace. Geto smiles at the display. 

Gojo chuckles at your silliness before giving you a rough shove forward, into Geto’s waiting arms. They wrap around you like a vice. “So, where would a sweet thing like you even acquire such evil things like this, I wonder?” Gojo shook the bottle in front of you as he asked. 

Now you were in a bind. You didn’t want to give Landon up, especially after he presumably kept your secret, but holy shit this guy was intimidating. You felt an internal tug to just give in and tell him everything he wanted to know. 

But you wouldn’t. 

“I, um, I just ordered them online,” you squeak out. 

Geto lifts a brow. “And they arrived that very same night.” His grip out your waist tightens a fraction of an inch. “How very convenient.” 

Gojo shrugs. "Doesn't matter. You don’t need them now.” You yelp as he crushes the bottle in his fist, before letting the dust that was your suppressants run through his fingers. Two hundred dollar dust, mind you. 

“He-hey,” you whimper, “I paid for those.”

Gojo leans in, his round sunglasses tilting down his face to again reveal his horrifying eyes. “Oh, don’t worry, little mate. Once you show me the charge on your credit card statement, I’d be happy to reimburse you. Money is no object you know.” 

At this you shrink. Not that you wanted him looking at your finances at all, but if he did he’d know that you pay’d cash for the suppressants and that they definitely weren’t ordered off some sketchy website. No doing that unless you want to implicate Landon. “No, no that’s alright.” 

“Great,” he replies, with a chipperness that irritates you. 

Geto smiles. “And in the spirit of getting rid of pesky little obstacles…” He grabs your wrists with one hand, holding them out to Gojo. At this the leopard wills his finger nails into razor-sharp claws, before slicing off the sleeves of your undershirt— revealing their names on your forearm. 

Gojo practically moans at the sight. “No more hiding,” he grins. “Everybody’s gonna know who you belong to. And now,” he holds up his forearm, to show your name neatly underneath Suguru Geto, “we match!” 

“Took a while for us to find you ‘cause I guess you’ve been going by your middle name. But now,” he grabs your arm lovingly, “you will be with us forever.” He grins, before pressing a small kiss to his name. “Sugu,” he nods at the man restraining you. 

You feel Geto smile into the back of your head. “In the morning, darling.” And everything goes black. 

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Suguru Geto was carrying you princess style through the halls of Jujutsu University, practically parading you around the other students while Satorou Gojo walked proudly beside his two mates. Your forearm was bared to all prying eyes, the names of the school’s most infamous students carved into it. Geto was sure that if you were awake, you would be freaking out like the silly little thing you are. It’s a good thing you’re not awake then. 

Even though his mate is grinning, Surugu can feel the anxious energy radiating off him. Satorou has never been patient, especially after being denied something he wants. I’ll have to make sure he doesn’t accidentally break the fragile thing, he thinks to himself. 

“Satorou”, he said softly, after they had finished their procession back to their apartment building. Being third years they were no longer required to live in student housing. Now, with Gojo’s vast fortune alone, they were living in the penthouse of a nearby apartment building. So they stood in their private elevator, the only one that went all the way to the top. 

“Yeah.” Despite answering, Sartorou’s eyes were still trained on your unconscious form. Like a predator locked on their prey. 

“I’m going to set her down, and then we should let her rest.” 

“Yeah.” 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah.” 

“We have to wait until she wakes up to mate with her..” 

At this Satorou’s head snapped up to look at the dark haired man, desperation clouding his eyes. “Why?” he whined out. 

Suguru grinned, at the end of the day no better than his mate, “Don’t you want her awake? So that she’ll remember it all?” 

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A sliver of light irritating your eyes wakes you, peeking its way through the thick curtains. You sit up, holding your head groggily in your hands. It feels like your skull has been filled with cotton balls. As you begin to come to, you take in the room—well larger than your dorm. 

There is no bed, per say, rather all the floors and walls were cushioned. Massive blankets, throw pillows, etc. were strewn across the room. Along with soft furs, like the one you are wrapped in, beanbags, and clothing. There are  two floor-to-celing windows covered by curtains, so you are unable to see outside. 

Trying to shake the confusion out of your head, the anxiety begins to set in with the memories of yesterday flooding back. I need to get out of here. 

But before you can even stand, you hear the door creep open. Turning to face the now open entrance, a white blur flashes before you as you are tackled back down to lay on your back. A heavy weight now upon you, you look up to see those haunting blues. 

A series of kisses are planted all over your face and neck, before Gojo nuzzles you above your collar bone. “You’re finally awake, baby. Missed you.” 

All you can croak out is a weak, “Where am I?” Geto appears in view. Tilting your head, you can see that he has let out his long, winding lower body. Each scale was the size of your hand, and you suddenly understood the size of the room. 

“You’re in our nest, darling.” Geto responded, his mate distracted by his attempts to scent you. 

“It’s time for you to accept your place in our pack.”

Chapter 3 

When you raise your head, you come face to face with a presence you’d been dreading for weeks now: Suguru Geto. He tilts his head down to observe you as you sit cross-legged on the grass. When his lips upturn in a soft smile, you do not return it. 

“Hey, up here.” A large hand reaches down to tilt your chin up even further, and you are forced to meet the ice-blue eyes of Satorou Gojo. “Finally,” he breathes out, “caught ya’ silly human.” 

You stumble to your feet, their looming over you making you feel even smaller and more vulnerable than they usually would. Your head whips between them, “G-Gojo. G-Geto.” 

Gojo beams. “That’s us, sweetness. Though you’re being a little formal, don’t ya’ think?” 

You bow your head a little, doing your best to ignore the nicknames. “Can I help you, upperclassmen?” 

At this you notice Gojo’s face falling into a frown, but Geto remains completely impassive save for his small smile. “Oh sure you can help us,” the cobra-shifter softly hisses out, “if it’s all the same to you, do mind lifting up that longsleeve undershirt?"

“Uh, sorry, but that hardly seems like an appropriate ask, upperclassman.” You give a tight smile, “now if you don’t mind—” 

As you press off the ball of your foot to make a bee-line for the classrooms, two muscular forearms wrap around your torso. “I’m done playing games.” Gojo huffs out. “You’re crazy if you think we’re gonna just let you run off after searchin’ for ya’ all this time.” 

“Sugu,” he calls out, “her bag.” He tilts his head to motion to your school bag resting on the grass. The dark-haired boy nods in response and reaches for your backpack. As he begins to rifle through your belongings, a wave of panic hits you. Deep down you know it’s over, but your base instincts tell you to run and hide. These men are dangerous. 

Struggling against Gojo is useless. He holds you firmly to his chest, taking the opportunity to sniff your neck and hair. “Still don’t smell right, little human,” he grumbles into your nape. “Don’t worry though, sugar plum. I’ll make it better.” You freeze when he begins rubbing his furry ears and face into your neck. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he is scenting you. 

Just as you begin to feel as though you are going to faint in the snowleopard’s overwhelming embrace, Geto lifts out the bottle you dreaded they’d find. “Scent suppressants. Go figure.” He tosses the bottle to Gojo, who can easily keep you restrained while using his other hand to catch it. 

“Naughty little thing,” Geto mocked. “You made us very worried.” He slowly approached you, and you could feel his warm breath on your face as he got nearer. “Now we have to take precautions so that you won’t hide from us again.” There is no escaping his piercing eyes, though that doesn’t stop you from subconsciously pressing yourself further into Gojo’s embrace. Geto smiles at the display. 

Gojo chuckles at your silliness before giving you a rough shove forward, into Geto’s waiting arms. They wrap around you like a vice. “So, where would a sweet thing like you even acquire such evil things like this, I wonder?” Gojo shook the bottle in front of you as he asked. 

Now you were in a bind. You didn’t want to give Landon up, especially after he presumably kept your secret, but holy shit this guy was intimidating. You felt an internal tug to just give in and tell him everything he wanted to know. 

But you wouldn’t. 

“I, um, I just ordered them online,” you squeak out. 

Geto lifts a brow. “And they arrived that very same night.” His grip out your waist tightens a fraction of an inch. “How very convenient.” 

Gojo shrugs. "Doesn't matter. You don’t need them now.” You yelp as he crushes the bottle in his fist, before letting the dust that was your suppressants run through his fingers. Two hundred dollar dust, mind you. 

“He-hey,” you whimper, “I paid for those.”

Gojo leans in, his round sunglasses tilting down his face to again reveal his horrifying eyes. “Oh, don’t worry, little mate. Once you show me the charge on your credit card statement, I’d be happy to reimburse you. Money is no object you know.” 

At this you shrink. Not that you wanted him looking at your finances at all, but if he did he’d know that you pay’d cash for the suppressants and that they definitely weren’t ordered off some sketchy website. No doing that unless you want to implicate Landon. “No, no that’s alright.” 

“Great,” he replies, with a chipperness that irritates you. 

Geto smiles. “And in the spirit of getting rid of pesky little obstacles…” He grabs your wrists with one hand, holding them out to Gojo. At this the leopard wills his finger nails into razor-sharp claws, before slicing off the sleeves of your undershirt— revealing their names on your forearm. 

Gojo practically moans at the sight. “No more hiding,” he grins. “Everybody’s gonna know who you belong to. And now,” he holds up his forearm, to show your name neatly underneath Suguru Geto, “we match!” 

“Took a while for us to find you ‘cause I guess you’ve been going by your middle name. But now,” he grabs your arm lovingly, “you will be with us forever.” He grins, before pressing a small kiss to his name. “Sugu,” he nods at the man restraining you. 

You feel Geto smile into the back of your head. “In the morning, darling.” And everything goes black. 

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Suguru Geto was carrying you princess style through the halls of Jujutsu University, practically parading you around the other students while Satorou Gojo walked proudly beside his two mates. Your forearm was bared to all prying eyes, the names of the school’s most infamous students carved into it. Geto was sure that if you were awake, you would be freaking out like the silly little thing you are. It’s a good thing you’re not awake then. 

Even though his mate is grinning, Surugu can feel the anxious energy radiating off him. Satorou has never been patient, especially after being denied something he wants. I’ll have to make sure he doesn’t accidentally break the fragile thing, he thinks to himself. 

“Satorou”, he said softly, after they had finished their procession back to their apartment building. Being third years they were no longer required to live in student housing. Now, with Gojo’s vast fortune alone, they were living in the penthouse of a nearby apartment building. So they stood in their private elevator, the only one that went all the way to the top. 

“Yeah.” Despite answering, Sartorou’s eyes were still trained on your unconscious form. Like a predator locked on their prey. 

“I’m going to set her down, and then we should let her rest.” 

“Yeah.” 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah.” 

“We have to wait until she wakes up to mate with her..” 

At this Satorou’s head snapped up to look at the dark haired man, desperation clouding his eyes. “Why?” he whined out. 

Suguru grinned, at the end of the day no better than his mate, “Don’t you want her awake? So that she’ll remember it all?” 

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A sliver of light irritating your eyes wakes you, peeking its way through the thick curtains. You sit up, holding your head groggily in your hands. It feels like your skull has been filled with cotton balls. As you begin to come to, you take in the room—well larger than your dorm. 

There is no bed, per say, rather all the floors and walls were cushioned. Massive blankets, throw pillows, etc. were strewn across the room. Along with soft furs, like the one you are wrapped in, beanbags, and clothing. There are  two floor-to-celing windows covered by curtains, so you are unable to see outside. 

Trying to shake the confusion out of your head, the anxiety begins to set in with the memories of yesterday flooding back. I need to get out of here. 

But before you can even stand, you hear the door creep open. Turning to face the now open entrance, a white blur flashes before you as you are tackled back down to lay on your back. A heavy weight now upon you, you look up to see those haunting blues. 

A series of kisses are planted all over your face and neck, before Gojo nuzzles you above your collar bone. “You’re finally awake, baby. Missed you.” 

All you can croak out is a weak, “Where am I?” Geto appears in view. Tilting your head, you can see that he has let out his long, winding lower body. Each scale was the size of your hand, and you suddenly understood the size of the room. 

“You’re in our nest, darling.” Geto responded, his mate distracted by his attempts to scent you. 

“It’s time for you to accept your place in our pack.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. What the fuck do I do? 

Y/N stood motionlessly in your dorm, having wrapped your forearm with thick bandages to stop the bleeding. A mate? TWO mates? You’re shaking, imagining the fate that awaits you. Inhaling a deep breath, trying to calm down, you begin to walk back and forth as best as you can in the small space. 

“I could change schools,” Y/N muttered aloud, “but I worked so hard just to get here. And if I were to run…” you hesitate, “it’s them. It just had to be those two. Hell, even I’d recognize those names.” Your fingertips rub circles into your temples. 

Whipping out your phone, you open a chat with a contact you’ve kept only for emergencies such as this: Landon. The only shifter in your phone. Well, here goes nothing. 

I need help. Can you meet me tonight? 

The response is almost immediate. 

Sure. I’ll be outside dorm 2 in 10. What do u need?

Scent suppressing meds. 

It would be obvious now that you were mated. And obvious now that you were trying to hide it. Non-shifters would otherwise never take a scent suppressant, as they were actually often described as having no scent at all. 

A few minutes pass. Three dots appear. Then disappear. Three more minutes pass. They reappear. 

Got it. 

Thank god.

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Ten minutes pass painfully slowly. You throw on a hoodie as an extra layer to hide the two marks on your arm, taking no chances. Quickly tying your shoes, you rush down the stairs to meet Landon out in the courtyard. He’s leaning against one of the building’s pillars by the time you push through the doors leading outside. 

“Hey, M/N,” he called out, giving a head nod of acknowledgement. 

“Landon.” You cautiously make your way over to the coyote shifter. His eyes shine yellow in the moonlight, making them flash at you hauntingly in the night. 

“Always so cautious,” Landon responded, smirking. 

You shrugged, not in the mood tonight. “Can you blame me?” 

“I guess not.” 

“Did you bring the meds?” You were eager to take them as soon as possible. 

He lifts up a small bottle, the contents jingling as he shakes it. “Got it right here.” But when you reach out to grab it, he pulls away. “Ah ah ah. Not so fast.” 

You groan, “Fine. I get it. I’ll pay first. What will it cost me?” 

Landon tilts his head, observing you. “Either two-hundred bucks,” he trails off, enjoying the surprised look on your face, “or…you tell me who the lucky -or I guess unlucky- guy is.” 

You shake your head immediately. “Two-hundred bucks it is.” 

Landon rolls his eyes in disappointment. “Touchy touchy. Fine.” He pats your head mockingly as you place cash in his other hand. “But don’t think it won’t get out. It always does.” 

Now you hold the bottle up, quipping back, “What do you think I bought this for? Decoration?” 

The knowing look he gives back in response makes your stomach churn. “I think you’re the one that doesn’t understand Y/N. Nothing, not those little pills or anything else you cook up, can keep a shifter away from their mate for long. Especially one that goes to this school. 

You try to swallow, but are met with a desert-dry mouth. You can only stare at Landon unblinkingly, your eyes betraying you. “Goodnight Y/N”, he says with more gentleness now, “take a pill every eight hours. Forget even once and your scent will be fully trackable. And not just by your mates either.” 

With that he turns around, tossing up a hand in good-bye with his back turned to you. As Landon walks away, you swear that you hear him mutter, “poor thing” under his breath. 

Wordlessly, you pop a pill into your mouth before heading back upstairs. 

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You wake up with the sun. Dark rings line your undereyes as you were too anxious to sleep through the night. You rub your face in a desperate attempt to wake up. Going to class is the last thing on your mind right now, but alas— you have no choice. Students are only allotted three absences a year, and you didn’t want to blast through them before the end of the first semester. 

After brushing your teeth and changing, you reach for the glass of water on your night stand, carefully taking your next pill before the eight hours run out. Down the hatch. 

Before leaving the dorm, you go through a mental checklist: Suppressant pill? Check. Long sleeve shirt? Check. Extra meds for later? Check. Running shoes in the event of a quick escape? Check, check, and double check. 

Even though they already know my name, nobody here calls me by that anyways. As long as I avoid everyone, things should be alright. 

And with that you head out the door. 

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Days have gone by without incident. Of course it’s not because of luck that you’ve lasted this long. You’ve taken extra precautions even outside your little packing list. When class ends, you’re headed straight home. You avoid communal spaces like the library and the cafeteria, choosing to eat and study in a secluded spot behind the main building between classes. 

You also steer clear of Landon like the plague. Even though you never told him who your new mates were, Landon wasn’t stupid. It would be easy for him to connect the dots. And lately, the twin stars haven't exactly been subtle…

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On the first day after the marks appeared, Satorou Gojo and Suguru Geto had been no more conspicuous than usual. The gawking stares and mobs of wanna-be fans was the norm for them. However, word of their newly adorned forearms spread like wildfire. Soon the entire university knew that the two of them would be adding to their pack. 

The two walked to halls as per usual, though with an occasional upturn of their noses to sniff the air, seeking out the scent which had so faintly called to them only the night before. But now, they have grown more desperate. 

After a full week without making any progress, the two had resorted to more…intensive means of finding you. And while you’ve avoided the main passageways, news of their antics still manages to reach you. 

Trying to force answers out of underclassmen by violently shoving them into lockers. Seriously injuring fellow combatants in their training courses out of frustration. The entire student body was on edge now. 

And worst of all, many students -at least most shifters- were out to find you too now. Whether out of fear and desperation or out of faith in the mating process, several were eager for the top students to complete their pack and return to normal. 

It was all you could do to just stick your routine of staying far far out of their way. Sure, that probably wouldn’t work forever, but if you could just stick out the month then you’d be back home for break. You’d have time to think up a solution then. Right? 

What’s the alternative? Allowing those monsters to just have you? After all the hard work you’ve put into getting into this school and succeeding in your studies. They were built to destroy. To kill. And the universe thought you were what, built to be theirs? No, not if you can help it. 

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After two weeks Gojo Satorou was beginning to lose it a little. He was beginning to forget the notes of your scent, which you have so cruelly been hiding from him since that night, and it was driving him mad. Two fucking weeks without you, the void in his pack seems to grow each day you continue to hide. 

He turned to his mate, tail flicking behind him in annoyance, “Just fucking drop him Sugu. If he wants to be an insolent little bitch we’ll do him the favor of ending his pathetic life early.” 

Geto tisked in response. “Now Satoru, there’s no need to be hasty. I’m sure our new friend will just tell us what we want to know. Then we’ll send him on his merry way and nothing has to get ugly.” Geto turned to face forward again, “Isn’t that right?” 

The first year shook in his hold, the tips of his feet moving desperately to get a hold of the slick concrete edge Geto was hanging him over. “Y-yes, of c-c-course. Please just, just put me down.” 

Geto’s false smile dies on his lips. “You come down after you talk.” 

The poor boy fought to catch his breath and the grip seemed to grow tighter and tighter, constricting him. “We-well I was walking home from the library a-after studying really late be-beacuse I had this ex—” 

“Yeah we get it,” Gojo interrupted, “you’re a huge fucking nerd. Get to the part we need to know.” 

The boy resumed, now trying to get to the point even faster: “I saw this g-girl and this guy—a shifter I think? They were talking outside…outside of the second y-year dorms all shady like. Her arms had bandages on them.” 

The snake-shifter lifts a brow, intrigued, “Do you think you could recognize this girl if you saw a photo.” 

Doubt flooded the boys mind, but it’s not like he’d have the gaul to turn down the strongest students his university had ever seen. “Of--of course I could.”

Geto turned to his mate. “The student registry please.” Gojo, with barely contained excitement, fished his computer out of his bag. Jujutsu University students had professional development photos and bios taken annually so that donors could keep up with student activity. As long as their mate was a student, she’d be there. 

Suguru set the boy safely away from the edge. “Sit.” He sat. “Now find her.” And he got to work, pouring over pictures for several minutes before landing on yours. “There, that’s her! I’m sure of it.” But by the time he looked up from the screen, the two shifters were gone. 

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You’d fallen into a semi-comfortable routine. One which involved eating your sandwich, egg salad, in the shade of the large willow tree behind the main classroom building and far, far away from the shifter training grounds. It had also become your custom to listen to a relaxing playlist while you toggled between sandwich and book in your dominant hand. It blocked out all the sounds of the University which would otherwise disturb your peace. Not that you would’ve heard them coming anyways.