ᨳ Oh Brother!

Feminism done right.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗

— Fushiguro Toji, Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Megumi, Yuji Itadori

cw. f!reader, size kink, soft sex, praise, oral, pussyjob, pet names, doggy, riding, use of ‘daddy’ (1 - geto)

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“Come on, doll,” he coos lifting your hips upward and pulling you onto his cock, “let’s start this day off right.”

He tickles your ear as he nibbles on your lobe making you moan even before his tip rubs your wet folds.  His hand tightens around your throat as he slowly works his way into your pretty slit, “fuck … you’re so tight.”

Your eyes roll back and you clench your fingers around the headboard as Toji moves his hips against yours, “you feel so good, you’re gonna come on this big cock, aren’t you uhu?”

His shaft stretches and spreads your tight hole with every inch pushed in as you moan and whimper in response. He pokes your sweet spots grinding inside your sloppy walls.

“Fuck … give me more,” you sob when he is finally fully in, his base pressed against you and his balls grazing your clit.

You gasp when he grabs your hips and starts rocking back and forth, lewd sounds fill the room, “you want my cock? Then take it all, come on.”

Your eyes roll back and your back arches even further, the headboard slams against the wall as your ass bounces from the rough thrusts. His fat balls slap your puffy bud making you tremble in anticipation.

“Toji … fuck … cumming don’t stop”. His favorite words. He intertwines his fingers with yours pushing against your sweet spot, making you cream and gush over his fat girth.

You cum copiously, your hips slamming against his as you try to take even more of his cock, “shit, doll, take it all,” he hums, his throbbing cock covered in white as you fuck out your high.

Weiterlesen

my toxic trait is thinking i could be a sassy lil brat but knowing in my heart i’m a desperate people pleaser w a raging praise kink

Parasite

Sum: Nothing bad ever happens from a fling, right?

Yan!SatoSugu x Reader

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Pregnancy/Implied Baby trapping, Non-con/Dub-con, Double Penetration, Power imbalance, mild gore (curses), Execution mentions, MDNI

WC: 3.5k

A/n: there will be another part eventually! Mwah!

You knew this was wrong - every part of it. You shouldn’t be here, ensnared between the two most dangerous sorcerers alive. You shouldn’t be gasping sweet moans into the mouth of the enemy, pressed between their feverish, toned bodies. And yet, here you were, lips crushed against Satoru’s, desperation tangible as he chased every breath you tried to take. Hungry. Starved. Intent on devouring you whole. His long, slender fingers found their way to the curve of your waist, dragging the blunt edge of his nails along the softness of your skin. His lips followed, trailing down the column of your neck, branding you with searing heat. Behind you, Suguru pressed closer, his warmth a slow, creeping heat licking up your spine, airy touches ghosting down your body. That voice - silken and intoxicating - curled into your ear, pulling a sigh from your lips before you could stop it.

“I missed you,” he murmured, those thick fingers of his flexing against your tender, pliant flesh. Then, with a teasing lilt, he added, “And you know… I don’t think I’ll let you leave this time.”

The same joke. The same dangerous hint of a smile in his words. He used to say it back when you’d slip into his dorm in the dead of night, when stolen kisses in dim hallways felt like secrets worth keeping. But that was then.

You felt Suguru’s hands glide up from your hips, pulling you from your thoughts, his soothing touch tracing idle patterns into your skin. There was an almost languid hunger in the way he moved - a need to claim, to memorize every curve, every tremor that rippled through you under his touch. Big, warm calloused palms, rough from training, grazed over your flesh, scorching everywhere they touched. Higher and higher, teasingly slow, until they reached their destination, cupping your breasts, kneading softly before his thumb flicked over your sensitive nub, coaxing a gasp from your lips.

His mouth was just as sinful, hot and insistent. Lips latched onto the nape of your neck, sucking a bruising mark into your skin - one you’d surely chastise him for later. 

Yet, in this moment, all you could focus on was the way you were sinking onto Satoru. The thick stretch of him stole your breath. God, you’d forgotten how full he made you feel - almost too much, the urge to say wait nearly slipping from your lips. But you couldn’t stop - not with Suguru pressing in behind you, trapping you between them, the weight of what was at stake pressing just as heavily against your skin.

How long had it been since the three of you planned this? A month? Two? If the higher-ups ever found out -

“You’re overthinking again,” Satoru whined, his voice breathy with need. He gazed up at you, those bright, lust-hazed eyes brimming with impatience. His grip on your hips tightened before he yanked you down, forcing his length deeper inside you. A sharp moan tore from your throat, body trembling as pleasure jolted through you.

“Can feel you dryin’ up,” Satoru murmured, his voice dipping into something teasing yet edged with need. “C’mon, pretty - focus on us.”

Suguru seemed to notice as well, one hand slipping away, trailing down to the small of your back. With a firm, gentle nudge as he guided you forward until your body melted against Satoru’s warm chest. Hazy and pliant, you let your lips find his in a slow, heated kiss, too lost in him to register the shift behind you.

At first, you barely noticed the second press of a velvety tip at your entrance, too caught up in the way Satoru’s fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you tethered to him, deepening the kiss. But when Suguru pushed forward, sinking in inch by inch, Satoru stilled, smiling against your lips as if savoring your reaction.

The stretch was dizzying, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat - one that Satoru eagerly swallowed, his tongue licking into your mouth to steal the sound. Behind you, Suguru let out a low, satisfied hum, his grip tightening as he cooed,

“It’s just a big stretch, Angel. You can handle it.”

The sinful reassurance dripped from Suguru’s lips that only made the overwhelming sensation all the more dizzying. Sounds you’d never made before were quickly swallowed by Satoru, his soft, glossy lips moving hungrily against yours as your mind slipped into a hazy, pleasure-drunk daze. It was too much - you felt too much.

You tried to speak, to push the word yellow against Satoru’s lips, but he was too lost in you to notice. Too absorbed in the way your body trembled between them, too caught up in his own pleasure to realize you were instinctively trying to move forward - to run - only for Suguru’s grip to turn cruel as he began pulling your hips back in place.

The first wave crashed through you, the lights from the room turning into blurring stars as you did your best to focus on anything but the overwhelming stretch, away from the pleasure being dragged out of you. As your maw went slack, drool spilling past your lips, your body greedily clenched around them both, walls closing in on their thick cocks that seemed to twitch as your cunt sang to their ears. Satoru sucked in a sharp breath beneath you, his grip on your waist faltering as he stilled.

“Fuck - ” a deep groan pushed outwards, his perfect face contorting into pleasure as his white brows furrowed, stuttering a few pleasure-laced breaths before heat flooded inside your body, swarming with your juices. White rings forming around their cocks as both your bodies tensed from the sensation, as your cunt wrung every last drop, sodden walls clenching down mercilessly. Satoru whined, high and breathy, shivering beneath you, but Suguru didn’t stop. Of course, he didn't, instead a soft moan left his lips as he pushed himself deeper, to witness the twitches in Satoru’s body from the overstimulation. 

Satoru had always been an early finisher. His hands however, remained bruising on your skin, fingers dragging down your back, leaving behind stinging scratches as his pale body twitched from the sensitivity as Suguru’s cock dragged against his. You yelped, the sharp sensation blending into the white-hot pleasure building inside you, your moans growing more desperate. You were close - so close.

Satoru pulled you tighter against his chest, cradling you as Suguru’s pace quickened, each thrust sending you spiraling higher, sending your mind spiraling higher as the words yellow to red formed on your lips, words that didn't have the chance to escape. As Satoru's mouth was already there, devouring, consuming, smothering every syllable before it could escape. His tongue swept into your mouth, swallowing every fractured breath and plea. The pleasure crested a blinding, suffocation sensation that sent your body shaking. a keen whine manages to break through your throat, ragged and breathless as tears prickle at your lashes. Hot and stinging. Slipping free in the spaces where neither of them was watching.

Satoru, ever the sweet talker, murmured soft breathless praises into your ear, his voice dripping with adoration. 

“That’s it, pretty,” he cooed, voice hazy as he felt Suguru’s cock twitch against his dragging a breathless, pitiful whine from his lips before continuing, “Just let go. We’ve got you.” 

You don’t remember much after that - after the gasp that tore from your lips, the slick warmth pooling between your thighs, after the small press of something making you feel impossibly fuller. Sleep had dragged you under far too quickly, faster than the aftercare, faster than the quiet murmurs and touches meant to tether you back to them.

When you awoke, the room was silent, save for the muffled hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Tokyo’s skyline bled into the dim hotel walls, casting soft, shifting reflections across the room. The heat of their bodies had long since vanished, leaving behind only the ghost of them - cologne, sweat, and the unmistakable, sinful scent of last night.

You groggily pushed yourself up, muscles aching, the soreness wrapping itself around your limbs like a cruel embrace - a stark reminder of why you needed to keep your distance. A month should be enough. A month to shake off their hold, to regain some semblance of control. You didn’t envy the poor soul who ended up with them permanently.

Blinking against the remnants of sleep, your gaze landed on the nightstand. A neatly folded note sat there, the ink bold and familiar, the elegant scrawl unmistakably Suguru’s.

Hotel is paid for. I’ll have my assistant schedule our next meeting. Order some food. Please. Satoru turned off your alarm - you looked exhausted.

And beneath it, a final line, one that made something in your chest twist.

I hope this time you’ll consider saying yes.

Of course.

There it was.

Your eyes drifted lower, and sure enough, a small velvet box sat beside the note.

This had to be the fifth - no, the sixth - ring they’d given you.

The first had been simple: a thin silver band pressed into your palm the night Suguru defected. His bloodied hand - blood that wasn’t his - had cupped your cheek as he begged you to come with him. As he whispered that he couldn’t leave without you.

Instead, you had backed away.

You had stayed while they left.

You had chosen the world that they had rejected. A world focused on protecting the weak. A world that the strongest had abandoned.

And somehow, despite everything, you had ended up in this arrangement -  was it lust? Was it the ache of loneliness? Or was it something far along the lines of the intoxicating thrill of being wanted by the strongest?

You weren’t sure. However, you did the same thing you always did.

You left the ring untouched. You never even opened the box to see what elaborate choice they had made this time. It didn’t matter. It never mattered.

This was a fling. Nothing more. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. A day later, the Google invite arrived - subtle, inconspicuous, something that wouldn’t raise suspicion among the higher-ups. Two private addresses - never the same location, never the same time. Just a casual meeting of sorts.

You knew better. You knew exactly what would happen if the higher ups caught you with the enemy. And those two knew too - constantly reminding you in soft murmurs and teasing threats that you would be executed.

You tried not to think about it.

So, out of pure spite, you pressed the response button to their invite:

Maybe.

Not like they could contact you, anyway.

But when the end of the month arrived and your period didn’t, the world seemed to fracture beneath you. You counted the days again. And again. You told yourself it was nothing - stress, exhaustion, the toll of constant missions. You tried to believe it.

Still, when the next invitation came, you declined. No explanation. No excuses. Just Declined.

You were busy. Too busy. Missions, training, anything to keep yourself from spiraling. Anything to push the thought - the creeping, gnawing what if - out of your mind.

Anything to push them out of your mind. You didn't need them. This is where you draw the line. Where you hope to never cross paths again.

But that didn’t stop Suguru. He always had his ways of reminding you. Reminding you of his love. The curses came first, creeping from the shadows like nightmarish specters - grotesque things with gnarled, sinewy limbs and rotting flesh that peeled in thick, oozing sheets. Their twisted bodies slithered toward you, spines snapping and limbs jerking with unnatural movements, but it was their mouths - oh, their mouths - that haunted you most.

Petals.

Blood-red roses, blooming in grotesque mockery, spilled from their jagged maws, dripping with saliva and something darker. The scent of decay mixed with the sickly sweet perfume of crushed petals as they gurgled and snarled, teeth flashing between the soft, delicate flowers. Their fingers - long, clawed things  - reached for your flesh, desperate to tear, to consume, to remind you.

Suguru always was a cruel bastard.

But he never sent anything you couldn’t handle. Never anything that could truly harm you - only the most horrifying of his discarded creatures, his unwanted experiments, cast-offs he no longer had use for. They were love letters written in nightmare fuel, messages of devotion carved into the flesh of his creations, each one a whisper of don’t forget me.

And then another month passed.

Another invite.

Another decline. You had things to do, a family-mart to visit. The open bag sat beside you, its contents spilling haphazardly across the sink - water bottles, half-torn hydration drink wrappers, and an obscene number of pregnancy tests. The dim bathroom light flickered above, casting sickly yellow hues over the mess around you. Shadows stretched and twisted against the walls, warping your reflection in the mirror, making it seem as distorted as the thoughts racing through your head.

Your hands trembled violently as you stared down at the scattered tests, their tiny plastic frames stark against the floor. Five. Five identical windows, five glaring verdicts. Five quiet executions of your denial.

Double lines.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Your breath hitched, ragged and uneven, the walls pressing in tighter with every second. Your fingers curled as you grabbed another test, fumbling with frantic, clumsy hands. The packaging crinkled, tearing easily under your shaking grip. Your pulse pounded so loud, so deafening, that you barely heard the sob clawing its way out of your throat.

They have to be defective.

They had to be. Each and every single one of them.

Your vision blurred, hot tears streaking down your face as you fought to steady your hands. The plastic test felt too light, too fragile in your grip - like it was toying with you, waiting to deliver the final blow, waiting to write your execution for something you should have prevented. You uncapped the pathetic thing. Was it because you bought the cheap ones? You should go back and buy the fancy digital ones. Your mind raced as your stomach began twisting, breath began stuttering. The air felt thick, suffocating, heavy with the scent of cheap drugstore plastic and the artificial sweetness of cherry flavoring clinging to the back of your throat. You forced yourself to sit down, legs weak, heart hammering. One more time. Just one more.

One negative is all you were asking for.

You set the test aside, gaze locking onto the result window as if sheer willpower could bend fate. Seconds stretched into an eternity.

Blank.

Blank.

One line.

Two lines.

A strangled, broken laugh escaped you, the sound barely human. Your fingers curled around a hydration bottle, knuckles white as you wrenched it open, nearly crushing the plastic in your grip. You tipped it back in desperate, greedy gulps, the icy liquid searing its way down your throat - sharp enough to make you gasp, sharp enough to ground you in the reality you wanted so desperately to escape.

The tests stared back at you. You weren’t sure how it happened. Well you know how it happens, but you took precautions. You took your pill every single day. Same time. Same routine. Same - your breath caught in your throat.

Satoru turned off your alarm.

A slow, creeping dread slithered through your veins, colder than anything Suguru had ever sent your way.

You missed a day?

No.

You would’ve noticed.

You should have noticed.

…Right?

But the truth lay there before you, undeniable, etched into every test scattered around you. The parasite growing inside you, feeding off your body - their child. A shudder racked your spine, ice pooling in your veins. Your breath hitched, coming in short, uneven gasps as the weight of reality pressed against your chest like a crushing vice. Trembling fingers drifted to your stomach, ghosting over the bare skin as if the simple touch could ground you, could somehow make this feel less real.

But there was no escaping it.

No rewinding time.

No undoing the impossible.

For the first time in years, you were utterly, hopelessly lost.

Your gaze flickered toward your phone, the dim glow of the screen barely cutting through the suffocating darkness of your apartment. The silence pressed in, thick and smothering, tightening with every shallow breath.

A name.

A person you could call.

Your trembling fingers hovered over Satoru’s contact, the letters blurring through the haze of unshed tears.

Satoru - the one who used to press featherlight kisses against your cheek before missions, grinning like the world couldn’t touch you both. The one who would cup your face between his hands, his breath warm against your lips as he whispered the plan to sneak sweets into the dorms, as if it were some grand conspiracy the two of you shared. Sneak them in before Suguru could roll his eyes and scold you both.

Satoru, who left with Suguru.

Satoru, who had clung to you in one last, desperate embrace, his fingers digging into your uniform, his entire body trembling as he silently, wordlessly begged you to come with them.

Begged you to be under their protection.

But you stayed.

You hesitated. Your fingers twitched away from his name. You knew how it would go - he would answer immediately, voice laced with curiosity, amusement, with the confidence that he could fix whatever was wrong. And he would come for you. No hesitation. No delay.

And then there was Suguru.

Your thumb hovered over his contact, breath shuddering out in uneven gasps.

Suguru, who would let the call ring twice - never once, never three times - just long enough to feign indifference, to uphold the meticulously crafted illusion that he wasn’t waiting for you to reach out. That he wasn’t hoping.

But you knew better. You could already hear the smug smirk in his voice, the lazy amusement when he’d finally answer, when he’d ask if you got his flowers.

Not a chance.

And then - Shoko.

Shoko, who had left with them.

Shoko, who had always been your rock, who made those two make sense.

Shoko is a doctor; she would understand what to do, who to talk to, options to - no you couldn't. You should find another way, you should-

Your stomach dropped. Your fingers jerked away from the screen as if burned, but it was too late. The screen flashed. Your pounding, thundering heart had stopped and sank to the pits of your stomach where your parasite now resides.

You were already calling her.

A sharp inhale rattled through your chest, uneven, choked. A fresh wave of panic crashed over you, drowning you in its suffocating weight. Tears burned at the edges of your vision, hot and relentless, blurring the damning sight of the pregnancy tests littered across the bathroom floor. A tremor wracked your entire body, bile clawing its way up your throat, acidic and revolting, as the cold, inescapable truth settled like lead in your stomach.

This wasn’t just your problem.

This wasn’t something you could pretend didn’t exist.

If you carried this child - their child - the higher-ups would execute you both. No hesitation. No trial. No chance to beg. No hope for leniency.

The dial tone barely rang once before a voice sliced through the suffocating quiet.

"Yo." Shoko’s voice rang light, unbothered. However, in the background, a quiet shuffle. A soft scuffle.

Then a familiar, whining voice. "Lemme listen in - " Satoru. A shiver rolled through you, dread sinking its jagged claws deeper into your chest. They were together.

You couldn’t tell them.

You couldn't tell anyone.

Because, your family - your colleagues, the very people you swore loyalty to - would brand you a disgrace. A traitor. A whore who spread her legs for the enemy.

Because, the higher-ups would carve your execution date into stone.

Because -

"I might not let you go this time." Suguru’s voice slithered through your mind, smooth as silk, suffocating as a noose. Your throat constricted, something raw and primal clawing at your chest, your heart pounding so violently it hurt. Your grip on the phone was white-knuckled, shaking so hard you thought you might drop it.

And all you could say to Shoko was -

"Wrong number."

Before hanging up. Before glancing at the string of texts filtering through with Shoko's name attached to them. Texts you assumed weren't from Shoko. Your fingers pressed Block on the contact after seeing the last one. "I miss you" before tears spilled your eyes once more.

You weren’t sure what to do.

Who to speak to.

Who was safe.

Who wasn’t.

Your vision swam, the weight of it all crashing down like an tide, dragging you under.

Why did you stay?

Why did you return to their arms?

And why did a small part of you think it would be easier to just go to them.

It's no longer "I want him to kiss me" it's "I want him to stab me and hurt me and love me"

hope bakugou knows im in love w him

TWELVE DAYS OF HAITANIMAS!

A collection of drabbles featuring Ran and Rindou Haitani with a fem!sub!reader to be posted daily from Dec. 14th to Dec. 25th.

MINORS, AGELESS, & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

On the first day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY ONE. BONDAGE

On the second day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY TWO. HUMILIATION

On the third day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY THREE. ROLEPLAY

On the fourth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY FOUR. EXHIBITIONISM

On the fifth day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY FIVE. BATONPLAY

On the sixth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY SIX. CONSENSUAL NONCONSENT

On the seventh day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY SEVEN. LACTATION

On the eighth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY EIGHT. FACE FUCKING

On the ninth day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY NINE. FACE SITTING

On the tenth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY TEN. FISTING

On the eleventh day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY ELEVEN. OMORASHI

On the twelfth day of Haitanimas, Ran and Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY TWELVE. DOUBLE PENETRATION

© 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐏𝐈 - do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms.

Title: Cherry Red.

Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader x Yandere!Geto (JJK).

Written in conjunction with this ask from @eevwrites.

Word Count: 1.9k.

TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Nonconsensual Drug Use, Implied Stalking, Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Overstimulation, Biting/Marking, and Slight Dehumanization.

Really, your only mistake had been choosing the wrong savoir after Satoru had slipped something into your drink.

Satoru was obviously, visibly, undeniably a creep. That much was obvious from the second he approached you, neon pink cocktail in-hand and that degenerate grin plastered across his lips. He was sketchy, but he was also rich, and fun, and willing to dance with you hours after the rest of your friends had called it a night. Suguru wasn’t a creep – or, he didn’t look like one, at least. When your vision started to darken, when it became harder than it should’ve been to put one foot in front of the other, it was his chest you stumbled into, using what was left of your consciousness to beg an imposing, aloof stranger to get the bartender’s attention and help you. It was what anyone else would’ve done. It was what you would’ve done, if the roles had been reversed.

It wasn’t until you felt his arm wrap around your waist, until you heard him call so lovingly to Satoru, that you realized how badly you’d fucked up.

Still, stumbling halfway across the club and throwing yourself at a total stranger must've attracted some attention. As Suguru gathered you in his arms, the bartender rounded towards you, eyeing your limp form and Suguru's slight smile warily. “Someone had little too much to drink,” he explained, nonchalantly. “It’s fine. Her boyfriend and I are going to take her home and make sure she gets tuck her in.”

‘Your boyfriend’ being Satoru, apparently, judging by the way he clung to Suguru’s side as you were carried out of the club entirely and piled into the backseat of an inconspicuous black car. Suguru drove and Satoru hovered over you – gnawing hickeys and bruises into your throat until you were too far gone to care.

Whatever they’d dosed you with, it was strong. You were strung out for most of the ride, only vaguely aware of passing scenery, Satoru’s keening whines, and Suguru’s gentle reminders to ‘wait, ‘toru’. By the time you felt your body being lifted, you were beyond the point of deliberate movement – your mind hyperactive, eager to latch onto every little sensation and spiraling thought, but unable to do much more than remind you to breath as you were hauled through a shrine courtyard and into a small, dimly lit backroom; the priest’s personal barracks, if you had to guess. Satoru babbled while Suguru lowered you onto a large, plush bed, and despite your best efforts, you caught most of it. “—and that’s when I knew it had to be you.” Suguru spared you an apologetic smile, his nimble hands moving over your body as he carefully removed your dress, then your shoes, then your panties, stripping you bare with all the care and all the tenderness of an avid collector undressing his favorite doll. “I mean, it took a few months, but I wanted it to be romantic, y’know? Suguru doesn’t get it. He thought I’d be happy with just anyone.”

“It took me a while to come around the idea. I might’ve gotten a little jealous.” You could only wish he would’ve stayed that away. “Come here, I need to show you what you’re doing.”

Suguru dragged you into his lap, keeping your upper body propped against his chest while spreading your legs apart in front of him. Satoru took his position eagerly between then, his eyes fixed on your cunt. “This,” he started, using two thick fingers to spread the folds of your labia apart, “is what you’re gonna fall in love with. Make sure you’re always paying attention to her clit – aw, look, it’s already poking out.”

It was humiliatingly clinical – how he touched you while explaining your anatomy in-detail, using the pad of his thumb to show Satoru how to play with your clit, dipping two fingers into your entrance while extrapolating on the importance of proper preparation, gathering your arousal up to make sure Satoru knew what it would look like when he was doing a good job. “Remember to be gentle. She’s going to be a lot more delicate than me,” he said, while curling two fingers inside of you, filling the bedroom with a rhythmic, humiliatingly wet sound. Your couldn't seem to open your mouth, and yet, little whimpers of discomfort and mewls of pleasure escaped your parted lips without resistance, each new noise drawing Satoru that much closer. “You’ll just be using your mouth, for now. We can talk about hands once you’ve shown some restraint.”

And yet, Satoru’s hands still found their way to your thighs, kneading mindlessly while Suguru split you open on his fingers. You tried to shake your head, to squirm against him, to tell him to stop, but the closest you got to anything coherent was a pitchy, keening sound not totally dissimilar to the whines Satoru would let out every now and then as he ground half-consciously into the mattress. You tried not to feel anything, either, but Suguru’s hands were so big, and his chest was so warm against your back, and with Satoru all-but drooling over your pussy, it would’ve been impossible not to come undone the second his palm ground against your clit and he spread his fingers apart inside of you, nursing you through your orgasm while making sure you were on fully-display. “See how she’s clenching down? That means she’s trying to milk your cock – you’ll get what I mean, once your inside of her.”

If only for a moment, your panic overshadowed your paralysis. Thrashing to either side, you did your best to fight against Suguru’s ironclad hold and finally spit something out, even if your voice was still barely stronger than a whimper. “N-No, don’t, you can’t—”

It was Satoru who cut you off, this time, albeit without breaking his nonverbal streak. His mouth crashed into yours with enough force to bruise, teeth clashing against yours as he shoved his tongue down your throat in less of a kiss and more of a prolonged attempt to choke you to death. It hurt, and you tasted blood, and if you hadn’t known better, than you would’ve thought this was his first—

Oh, god.

As if this couldn’t have gotten any worse.

He didn’t stay focused on your mouth for long. His attention drifted downward – first to your throat, then your collarbone, then your chest, latching onto one of your nipples and sucking harshly. You hadn’t realized how sensitive you were, not until his teeth dug into the plush of your breast and you let out a fractured sob, tears blurring your vision. Suguru’s response was instantaneous. In a fraction of a second, his slick-stained fingers were tangled in Satoru’s hair, prying him off of you entirely. “Gentle,” he repeated, his tone strict, authoritative. “Before I decide you need to be muzzled.”

For what it was worth, Satoru seemed apologetic. After Suguru loosened his hold, he nuzzled into your chest, lapping over his past love bites with the flat of his tongue. “’m sorry, just got excited.” And then, smiling up at you, “You didn’t mind, right? I mean, she definitely doesn’t.”

You had no idea what he was talking about, not until his head dropped to your cunt and he buried his face between your thighs, his attention suddenly solely dedicated to your pussy.

There was no attempt made to use his hands. Despite Suguru’s instructions, he ate you out like a starving animal – his tongue fucking into your cunt as the bridge of his nose ground mindlessly against your clit. Suguru kept his hand in Satoru’s hair, petting gingerly over his scalp as he watched Satoru drool and lap at your cunt. “Use your entire tongue, and don't inhale. She’s not going to be impressed if you manage to drown yourself in pussy.” Suguru tugged lightly, and Satoru let out an unabashed moan, the reverberations going straight to your core. “Don't get distracted, either. Don’t you want to know what she tastes like cumming on your tongue?”

Another moan, another rough buck of Satoru’s hips into the now disheveled sheets. He was terrible, and messy, and loud, and it was humiliating how quickly you lost control of yourself – going stiff against Suguru as Satoru all-but tore your second climax out of you. Suguru grinned against your throat, almost purring with satisfaction. “Good boy. So dedicated, so sweet.” He let go of Satoru’s hair – cupping your face, instead. It was only as his thumb traced over your cheek that you realized you were crying in-earnest, now. “She’s tearing up, ‘toru. That means she wants you to keep going.”

A mix of your arousal and his saliva stained the inside of your thighs, dampening the sheets underneath you, but he didn’t pull away – too caught up in your taste or Suguru’s praise to stop. It might’ve been the overstimulation, or the drugs, or some impossible, nebulous factor you couldn’t so much as begin to guess as, but time seemed to blur together, reality buckling under its own weight as Satoru wrung another orgasm out of you, then another, then another, as Suguru continued to shower him with praise and affection and promises that you liked him, that you wanted this, that you were only crying and thrashing and trying to snap your thighs shut because you felt so good. At some point, you lost the will to keep your eyes open, and minutes later, the harsher edges of your consciousness began to soften. For once, you couldn't be mad at your own body's instinctual submission.

You knew you were going to black out, but you weren't scared. By the time your vision flickered out and everything went black, the only thing you could think to be was grateful that you’d be fortunate enough to miss the main event.

~

You woke up what felt like days later, still lying on the bed you’d blacked out in. Their paralytics had worn off, but trying to make a run for it was out of the question. Every part of your body ached – from your hickey-painted chest to your aching hips to your poor, abused pussy – and even if you’d been able to move, it wouldn’t have done you much good. Familiar bodies caged you in on either side, Suguru’s chest still pressing into your back while Satoru clung to your chest, his arms wrapped around your midriff and his nails embedded in your sides. As if you hadn't already been thoroughly marked.

Suguru stirred first, predictably. It wasn’t hard to tell who was in charge between the two of them. “Our little sleeping beauty,” he muttered into your hair, kissing the top of your head as he sat up and shook Satoru away. “We were starting to get worried – must’ve pushed you too hard last night. You almost missed the most important part.”

Something caught in your throat. “…almost?”

“Yes, princess, almost.” With a groan, Satoru sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Immediately, his gaze fell to you, and just as quickly, he was on top of you – pinning you to the mattress, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You should be thankful that Satoru had the patience to wait. I wouldn’t have been so nice.”

You felt Satoru’s hands paw at your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he aligned his stiff, leaking cock with your entrance. He moved enthusiastically, but mechanically, like a trained dog. Like he was following instructions. Weakly, you tried to push at his chest, to get him away from you, but you gave up quickly.

You’d been wrong to be grateful. It would’ve been better to get this over with last night.

At least, then, you might’ve been out of it enough to miss the twisted, blissful, lovesick grin painted across Satoru’s lips as he buried himself inside of you.

would you be scared if i told you how much i love you? i don't want to scare you away. you're everything to me. i want to be yours forever.

# collaboration post ¡! @donquxiotes

tiger hybrid + kazutora <3

warnings: gender neutral reader, reader has unspecified anatomy, yandere kazutora, manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, mentions of hybrid neglect, mentions of murder (nothing explicit), guilt trip, anal fingering (giving), hair pulling, hands free orgasm and spit.

you had recently graduated as a veterinarian, after so many years of studying your ass off, now you can finally do what you love—helping animals, specially hybrids.

hybrids are usually left at shelters, most of them spend all their lifetime there. others belong to hybrid zoos, where they're sometimes forced to do things like mating, entertaining people, etc. some are more lucky and get adopted, but there's still a lot of misconceptions about hybrids so it's not very common yet.

that's why you decided to work at a shelter a fellow colleague recommended you to, since it took exotic hybrids who tend to be the ones that are met with the worst fate. you'll take care of them and make sure they find an owner or send them to sanctuaries where you know they'll be okay.

you gave all the hybrids the same care and treatment, but there was a particular one that stands out more than the others. kazutora, a tiger hybrid. he's always away from the others, rarely talks and he's still very wary of you. when is his time of getting checked he's tense all the time and doesn't look you at eye, you once tried to pet his ears while checking him but he immediately moved away, which was odd because the other hybrids allowed you to with no problems. so you decided to approach him on a more personal manner, you wanted to know why he was like this and also help him overcome it, not only because it was your job but also because you genuinely cared.

-

now you're here. he's sitting in front of you after you called him to have a "private meeting". his eyes are glued to the floor, strands of hair cover a part of his face and he honestly looks like he's ready to get out of here.

you sigh. this is not going to be easy, you can feel it already.

“kazutora, do you have any idea of why i called you?” you hear him murmur something, but it's so quiet you can't make out anything he said. you sweat and clear your throat trying to not pressure him. “...could you repeat that?–”

“please don't send me back!” he screams making you flinch. your eyes met his for the first time, and you can finally see what's probably been bothering him all this time. fear. “i won't do it again! i won't kill anyone, just– please! i don't want to be there! i promise–” you cut him off before he keeps begging.

“calm down, kazutora. i would never do that, okay? come on, breath” he's sobbing pitifully, tears falling from his wide eyes non-stop. he isn't anywhere near to calming down.

feeling helpless, you do what comes to your mind first, give him a hug. your arms circle around him, one hand petting his long hair and soft ears while the other rubs his back, and you hide his face on your neck, not caring about the wet spot he'll leave on your new shirt. “shhh... that won't happen, alright? i'll always be here for you, kazutora. i won't allow you to be hurt ever again” you feel his breath hitch on your neck, then he nuzzles your shoulder.

“do you promise?” his shy muffled voice makes you smile. “yes, i promise” you kiss his hair which causes him to start purring, and your heart involuntarily melts at the sound.

how stupid of you to fall right where he wanted you to.

-

it's been a few weeks since that encounter with kazutora, and his attitude changed a lot since then. the thing is you don't know if it's a bad or a good thing.

“of course it's a good thing, what am i thinking” you scold yourself with a mumble. “at least he's not scared of his own shadow now”

at first his clingy behavior was cute, he would follow you around and look at you with his big shiny eyes then ask to be pet. or he would take any opportunity to hug you and nuzzle your chest with a big smile, it was adorable, really.

but now you can't even check on the other hybrids without him getting upset, and he gets really upset. he would hiss, showing his big sharp fangs and restrict your arms to avoid you touched them, then he would take you away and cry rivers on your arms babbling things you don't really understand. and no, he will not stop crying until you agree with what he just did (and kiss his cheeks).

a few months into this same situation, and it was already collectively known among your coworkers and the hybrids that only he was allowed to be attended by you, only he can receive your pets and of course, only he can be the one you give your attention to. it wasn't even debatable, it was a fact.

“[name]! glad you're here, your baby it's making a fuss already” said your coworker teasingly as you enter the shelter. “that reminds me, i've been wondering why haven't you adopted him? he doesn't even want anyone that's not you to look his way...”

“oh- uhm well, i just spend more time here at work than my home and i wouldn't want to leave him alone for so long, and also adopting a tiger hybrid isn't really that easy” they nodded in agreement and hummed.

“makes sense but-” a loud bang that came from kazutora's room interrupted them, making you both sweat. “i think you should go” you nod and move quickly towards his room.

you open the door and close it behind you. the room was a mess. the bed sheets were ripped, his food was scattered everywhere, the few clothes he owns were thrown on the floor —along with the closet—, and he was sitting on a corner, back facing you, his tail moving on a distressed motion.

“tora...?” you trail off, as you get closer to him you notice he's shaking, and when you're an arm away from him he turns around. “don't touch me! go away!” he's hissing at you, his ears flat against his head and you also notice his claws poking out.

“what's wrong? let me-” “no! leave me alone!” a sob comes out of his throat and suddenly, he's full on crying but he isn't allowing you to comfort him this time. “you don't want me!” he manages to say with a wobbly voice. “you don't love me, you- you liar!” he rubs his puffy eyes and turns his back to you again.

“...what? why do you think that?” you're beyond confused at this point. racking your mind to remember any moment where you said or did something to make him think that, but nothing really comes to your mind.

he scoffs and slightly turns his head, his long hear covering his face. “don't act like you don't know. i heard you. you don't want to adopt me” he says with a small voice. your eyes widen with realization. how careless of you.

“that's not what i meant. you got it wrong kazutora” his left ear twitches and he just remains silent, making you understand he wanted you to continue. “i do love you, and i do want to adopt you but-” “then do it. if you love me then do it” he interrupts you, he's not asking, he's demanding it. leaving you no room to argue unless you want to tick him again.

“i... okay, i will. i'll take you home” his ears perk up then he turns around abruptly and jumps on your arms, making you fall backwards on the floor, him on top of you. he nuzzles your neck and purrs more loudly than he ever has while mumbling thank you's, you're kinda taken back by his sudden change of attitude, but that thought quickly washes away when you feel him humping your lap.

your cheeks heat up and you grab his hips “tora? wha-” “that makes me your mate! we're mates now, [name]” he says with a lovesick look. he then turns around and sticks out his bum, wiggling his hips. “claim me~ you have to claim me as your mate” “here? we can't do that here” he sighs and turns to you again crossing his arms. “you said you love me, don't you? we're lovers then, and lovers are mates. mates have to claim each other, now do it”

your brow twitches annoyed. “you're acting oddly demanding huh” you shrug him off your lap and before he can complain you force him on all fours.

“okay then. just don't be loud” he nods frantically and allows you to bring down his pants along with his underwear, revealing his pretty ass to you. you grab both of his cheeks and spread them open, showing you his twitching hole. you tease your fingers around his rim making him whimper and shiver.

“i've barely done anything” you chuckle and collect saliva in your mouth then spit it on his hole, using your fingers to smear it around, and use those same fingers to put them in his mouth, he happily drools all over them, bitting them lightly too.

now with some improvised lube, you slowly start pushing a finger inside him, but he has other things in mind with the way he tries to push back on it. “tora stop, it's going to hurt” “doesn't matter! just use all of your fingers” he says with a high pitched voice, his tail wrappes around your wrist and lightly pulls on it. “do you want me to rip you open or something? don't answer that” you sigh and trust your finger faster.

you hear him mumble a quiet 'i do' but ignore him and keep your pace just a little faster. eventually, you have four fingers deep inside him and he's desperately trying to fuck himself back on them, but your hand on his hip isn't allowing him to.

“[name]! f-fuck me, please! need it, your fingers!” he moans when you slightly twist them inside him. “i told you to be quiet damn” he whimpers and tries to muffle his little noises with his hand.

you take your hand off his hip, allowing him to grind and push back on your fingers, and bring that hand towards his long soft fair, then tug on it making him squeak and arch his back deeply. you hover over him until you're looking down directly to his eyes that stare up, big and shiny.

“open” you don't need to say it twice for him to open his mouth, tongue lolling out and expectant for what you're about to do. you open your mouth and slowly a big glob of spit drips down your tongue toward his own, and obediently he swallows without you needing to command it.

“good boy” your praise was enough to have his eyes crossing and cock squirting cum, making a pool under him. you're kinda surprised by how easily he came, but that just makes him even more adorable.

you grab him and sit him on your lap, caressing his ears and listening to his purrs while he rests his head on your shoulder.

“i love you” he says sleepily. “i love you too, tora” he blushes and smiles feeling giddy and butterflies all over his tummy. he breathes your scent deeply and as he falls asleep he promises to himself to never let you go.