#Like the way he was attached at the hip with will and the most he was able to do was look back at el for a second

[billiereid]

So Pretty: Spencer Reid

Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended for readers ages 18 years or older. Minors, do not interact.

Featuring: Spencer Reid. Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Oral sex (receiving). Edging. Humping. Premature ejaculation. Reader in hostage situation (flashback).

Summary: You nearly got hurt on a case. Your boyfriend saw it all happen, and he's determined to remind the two of you that you're alive.

This last case sucked.

You suppose all cases kinda suck, because they always involve somebody getting hurt or kidnapped or murdered. But this time, things were different. You came face to face with the unsub, and the unsub decided to use you as a bargaining chip for negotiations. 

Spencer was not a fan.

You had come so close to being one of the victims in this case, and after that, he had this relentless need to just be close to you. Dr. Reid knows this feeling, knows that it’s just the imbalance of cortisol and oxytocin in the brain that makes him need you this way, but that doesn’t stop him from burying himself between your thighs.

And now here he is, lips attached to your clit, fingers curled inside of you, leaving you hanging right on the edge. And, fuck, you’re just so pretty. Your soft moans. Your back arching off the bed. Your eyes shut as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm your entire body. And you taste so sweet, your juices dribbling down Spencer’s chin as he eats you like you’re his last meal. His tongue swipes expertly through your folds, gathering some of your slick just for a taste before he circles your clit. He’s done this a million times, but every time, it seems like you forget just how amazing he is at this. 

��Spence, please…” you whimper, gently tugging on his wild hair. He had already brought you so close to the edge quite a few times. You’re not really sure what he’s trying to accomplish, but God you need to come. 

What you don’t realize is that Spencer’s hips have been shifting the whole time, his hard dick grinding against the bed. He’s so close, too, just from hearing your soft whimpers filling his bedroom. He wants to come so badly. Fuck, this is embarrassing, he thinks for a moment. I’m this close, and I’m not even inside her yet. Your quiet pleading is nearly his undoing. Spencer doesn’t stop this time. He doesn’t pull away. He only whimpers against your cunt as he continues to lap at your clit, fingers curling to hit your most sensitive places over and over again.

The imaginary cord snaps inside of you, and you come hard, your cunt pulsing around Spencer’s fingers. And there it is, the view Spencer has been dying to see. Your back arched, your chest heaving and flushed… You’re so pretty. Before he knows it, he’s spurting his own release onto the bedsheets under his body, making a sticky mess all over his belly that you’re happy to clean up with your tongue.

[alikesical]

imagine being long-time friends with Bruce, either a childhood friend that was his saving grace in all the galas he was required to attend, or someone he met in his short time he spent in med school that he just clicked with

either way, you were attached to the hip to the point when Bruce returned to the manor without you, Alfred was sure to ask if you'd be attending dinner later or if you're feeling well

you'd had been such a stable in his life since he met you

you, who is a creature of habit, even if the only habit you had was changing your mind on how to live life or how do something

you, who could see right through him

you, who could tell if he's lying when everyone else failed to

you, who he though as one of the most important people in his life

and Bruce?

Bruce is the bestest friend you could ask for

Bruce, who is always ready to listen and comfort you in his own unique way

Bruce, who you rant to about any inconveniences you might have, and he just listens attentively

Bruce, who you knew to care about everyone and everything a little bit too much, even if in the eyes of Gotham he was just Brucie Wayne, billionaire

and then he became Batman

not that you knew of course

the only thing you knew was that one day, he started being distant, not picking up calls, not answering messages

and when you actually went up to him and demanded he explained himself, he just answered he's busy and doesn't have time

of course you were hurt and furious and couldn't believe what you were hearing, but if that was what he wanted, then so be it

so you left, tears streaming down your face, not noticing the hurt in his eyes, the decision he had to make to keep you safe

and just like that, the only things you learned about Bruce was from the tabloids

and life went on

you got a job, made some new friends (which did not stop you from staring at pictures of you and Bruce wondering where it went wrong), got a house in a relatively nice area (as nice Gotham can be), and never noticed the dark figure looming near your bedroom window, making sure that you always were safe

Bruce, on the other side, did what he knew best

he kept to himself, an antisocial recluse that occasionally showed up in philanthropic galas, and never attempted to contact you even if his heart ached

Batman, the new local vigilante, however, knew everything about your life

he knew you left for work strictly at seven in the morning (even if you hated waking up early)

he knew on fridays you went out with your friends and stayed out nearly the whole night, him always looming near

he also knew how you bragged about being the luckiest person in Gotham since nothing bad had ever happened to you, no break ins, no muggings in the streets late at night, no stolen wheels from the car you tried so hard to save up for (an intention of a smile always graced his face when he heard you, partially because he was glad you were happy, and partially because he thought it was funny that you didnt have a clue as to why nothing bad ever happens to you)

and you, of course, had heard about batman, the mysterious figure keeping the streets of Gotham safe, getting nothing in exchange

and that was it

you admired him, sure, he was a hero after all, but you also thought he was silly in a 'he must have so much free time in his hands, he put on spandex and went to fight people' way

you both fell into a different routine each (always sparing a thought about each other, this part was common)

and behind the door, you see Bruce, 3 years later, drenched by the rain, holding a boy, no older than 8, sleeping in his arms, a pleading look in his eyes

until one afternoon

you were drinking tea, sitting on your couch, reading a book you swore you would have finished ages ago, until a knock on the door echoes through the apartment walls

so you let him in, no words spoken, not that they were needed, fully agreeing to be a part of whatever he got himself involved in before he even asked (not that he would ever, he didn't want to burden you with his problems after all)

because even 3 years of no contact later, Bruce Wayne was your friend, and you wouldn't leave him when he was in need

[bunji-enthusiast]

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A/N… Rex is shameless, rrrrrgh. Wrote this with an energy drink and a dream fyi, so I’m still sleepy as shit.

the sun was shining and the birds were singing—which is what you’d be thinking if you were still snoring away in your beloved dreamland. but no, reality hits you hard as soon as you awoke. your gaze snaps to the man beside you, almost a little breathless; otherwise—out of it. then what happened last night comes rushing back to you, the memory makes you groan as you stretch, feeling the soreness not just down where it was; but virtually everywhere on your body. while you couldn’t complain about where you woke up, your body was hurting like hell. and it wasn’t even from last night alone. It was the entire goddamn week.

you telepathically curse the world. fuuuck.

however, you decide to check if you were really dreaming. you lift the blanket, your eyes razing over your spottily bruised skin; mainly on your hips. though to gods, you could feel some sort of warmth against the sensation of the bruises. you blinked slowly, a semblance of confusion crawls up your spine.

“holy shit.” you mutter, shifting so that you no longer were just laying down.

so you weren’t dreaming.

whatever you were feeling in your heart, or chest—this was just unreal. you actually fucked Rex.

you snort, holding your head in your hands. leaning against the headboard of the bed. well, atleast you were comfortable. because this was some bullshit.

there’s no way you actually did it, but the evidence was indisputably clear. you couldn’t deny it.

you were used to doing one-night stands, no strings attached. no feelings whatsoever involved, all purely for the moment of pleasure. however this was a different case.

Rex actually stayed. you weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel about that, or the whole thing in general. but he wasn’t awake yet—fortunately, so you could freak out about it in quiet silence. not have to be embarrassed. though that was not to deny you were already reaching that right now.

“you good?”

His hoarse voice snaps you out of your hazy daze, and you blink a few times when you fully register that Rex was—in fact awake. you let out a low squeak when you realize, groaning inwardly at yourself. “m’fine.”

“your lookin’ pretty red though.” he drawls, chuckling as he stretches his arms. this probably was nothing new to him, but this was certainly something new to you.

you did not like it. “guess we both know who to blame for that,” you bite, though there was no venom in your words. even despite the circumstances, you try to be a nice person.

“oh me?” he laughs, “damn. I’m hurt.”

however, even full well knowing he says that. it wasn’t true, he enjoys talking with you. so when he’s seen you with some less then inconspicuous assholes trying to pull shit on you last night at the square downtown. Rex most certainly didn’t take it well, he’s trying to be a better man sure, but that wasn’t stuff he takes lightly. even for a douche like him, and he recognizes it.

“like you’d be hurt by that.” you exhale, letting your shoulders deflate. despite being square as they’ll ever be when your in working form, you didn’t have the energy to muster something more. sometimes being around Rex made that part easier.

as per his cocky demeanor, he replies, “had me there, but damn, I didn’t know someone like you could moan so loud.”

“your a whiner.” you shot back with a grin, brow arched. Rex holds up his hands in mock-surrender.

“hey, I know game when I see it.”

“Oh do you?” you laugh, crossing your arms.

Rex props himself up on his elbows, biceps flexing against the strain of his weight. his tone drops low, “s’not meant to be an insult.”

you sigh, shaking your head. “I know. it’s just—“ you cut yourself off, now rubbing the back of your neck. “I’m just surprised.”

now that had him curious, Rex crawls over. for a moment, he hesitates, but against his usual gut instincts — he lends his hand for yours.

and you don’t stop him, of course you don’t. you should, but you didn’t.

“c’mon…” he questions, brows creased with concern. “you wanna tell me?” Rex will respect it if you decline doing so, but, he just senses like it’s something you need to get off your chest.

you take the moment, this transitionary pin willowed in oddly comforting silence. “it’s not like I haven’t fucked before, but usually… it’s all one-time thing with guys I’ve met just once.”

“Mhm.” he muttered, “but there’s more?”

you nod, “it’s always no strings attached, and they never stay—but you did.”

Rex pauses at that revelation, then chuckles. your prolonged sadness suddenly dissipates, wondering why he found it so funny.

“eh, shit. i get that.” he says, firmly pulling your hand closer, interlacing with his own. a lop-sided grin tugs at his lips, “i used to hop out a lot afterwards, but y’know i realized it just only made me shittier.”

you bark out a laugh at his comment, and honest to god that alone makes his heart swell. “I like getting to wake up to a face like yours anyways.” he adds finally, still grinning.

“oh fuck you.” you insult, but nothing behind it whatsoever draws any bite. usually they do of course, but now it’s just not working at all.

seriously, what the fuck was he doing to you?

“anytime of the day?” he interjects, looking straight at you. you shoot him a glare, but he doesn’t back down, instead inching closer to you.

oh my god, you think to yourself. Rex truly always had a way of subverting the mood, whether subtly, or otherwise in true fashion. it was a uniqueness only he could perform, frankly it had made you question once or twice why or how you even had a crush on Rex.

“have you got any shame?” you smile, watching as he drops himself right on top of you.

Rex hums to himself, as if he truly was taking your question into consideration. then he shakes his head, “nahhh, I lost that awhile ago.”

you had to stifle a laugh, “you know what? that tracks.” you reach for his face, carefully holding it. though, his eyes were really… pretty. oh damn this guy.

“exactly.” Rex inhales, leans right into your touch and lets out a long sigh. “damn sure I’m not the only one though.” at that, you shake your head in disbelief. Rex wasn’t wrong though, but you were sure he outmatches you in that department.

hell—Rex was naked an entire fight, and he felt no embarrassment about it whatsoever. you point your finger right into his temple, “you… Rex are lucky I haven’t kicked you out yet.”

“guess I am.” he responds, its a note of simplicity in he says it that makes you envious. “you know what would happen if you did?”

you only smile, then decide to humor him, “what?”

“I’d be so sad.” he says, laying his head against your chest. relishing in your warmth, and you blush. feeling the heat rise in your cheeks and neck, he was so unfairly beautiful when it looked like he was at peace.

you decide to pat his head, threading your thumb against the sleekness of his hair. “that’d be a first, but i would feel too bad.”

“good,” Rex sighs, almost impossibly nuzzling in closer. he moans, “keep doin’ that, please.”

you almost shiver at the noise, laying your other hand against his back. you fully commit to carding your fingers through his hair. “you really like this huh?”

“feels nice.” he admits, and you roll your eyes in slight disbelief. nonetheless—you continue doing as per his request, taking residence in this little world of yours.

if this had been you and him way earlier, maybe five months back. you would’ve accused Rex of being replaced by someone else entirely, because this was way too domestic. while it was unusual, you didn’t mind it. you definitely wanted going to commit this softness to memory, because you weren’t sure if you ever were going to see this side of him ever again.

a soft buzz interrupts your stream of thoughts, and you realize it was your phone. so you stop your ministrations, you hear a low huff immediately.

he curses breathlessly, motherfuck—he was really enjoying that. “who is it?” Rex mutters.

“dunno, I’m lookin.” you respond, dragging your free hand up and down against his back. continuing on with your other, you check the notification—

“shit.” you cursed, groaning. “it’s my brother.”

he lifts his head up, Rex was surprised, “you got a bro?”

you nod at him, ripping your eyes away from the screen. “he’s just asking if I could come over to his place to help with his shit. dumbass won’t specify.” you roll your eyes, “whatever he means.”

“well that’s stupid.” he replies, raising a brow. Rex leans forward, taking the phone out of your hand. you stutter at his sudden action, but he only just sets it face down on the space of the bed beside you. he then returns his gaze to you, and leans closer, waiting for you to be able to say yes.

you were confused, but then the realization sets in. you couldn’t repress your smile, leaning forward to slot your lips against his.

Rex hums, trying to let his mind get muddled. your the one who pulls back, and he stops. “the dude can wait can’t he?” he asks, and you shrug.

“maybe,” you replied, sighing as you your forehead against his. “but I can’t just stay in here the whole time. I’m gonna get questioned, and damn thoroughly might I add.”

Rex just only groans, rolling his eyes. he leans back a comfortable distance, a light flickering in his gaze, “I could come with you?”

“But then that’d just make things weird.” you refute, squaring your shoulders halfway. at your words, Rex laughs.

“I’ve been inside you.” he grins, resting his hand against your chest as if to emphasize his point.

“pretty sure we’re past that point.”

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"you look better in red..." [lewis hamilton x male reader] [nsfw]

i am back with more bbg lewis hamilton *sips caramel latte from darth vader mug*

this one's kinda short, i don't have enough brain power to make it any longer, i've just had this idea since lewis signed over to ferrari and have finally got time to punch it out. hint hint nudge nudge, i put him in lingerie...

ALSO i kinda wrote this in like an hour, i'll probably come back later to edit it and add more to it, i just really really really really really wanted to get this done finally.

once again! not a fem aligned dni account, enjoy whoever may be reading :P

word count: 603

lewis gasped quietly under his breath as you grabbed both of his arms by the wrists and pinned them above his head. he shivered under your hard gaze as you loomed over him, faintly dragging your fingertips over his chest. you curled your finger under the strap of the velvety red lace that decorated his chest, tugging on it before letting it snap back against his chocolate skin. he jumped slightly.

"didn't mean to startle you, my pretty..." you murmured as you dipped your face into lewis' neck, licking a long stripe up to his ear, your teeth briefly catching onto the lace that encircled his neck along the way, making him shudder. he didn't resist, he pressed his knees to your sides and pulled you in.

"you didn't startle me..." his brow furrowed, and his nose scrunched up when you pressed your bulge to his. you let out a deep chuckle and caught the shell of his ear between your teeth.

"dishonesty is an ugly colour on you, darling..." you released your grip on his wrists so your hands could rake over his form. his absolutely gorgeous form.

lewis was laid out beneath, clad in a new lingerie set that you had bought for him. lacey, regal red, exquisite lingerie that made him look devastatingly elegant. it partially enveloped his chest, held together with thin straps and a clasp, and another part that scarcely concealed his crotch that also had a few straps attached.

his perky nipples were a point of interest for your hands, gently pinching and rolling them between your thumb and index, the sensations of the lace rubbing against the sensitive buds made him squirm. the set even included a delicate pair of dark stockings and a choker, which you found much delight in occasionally tugging on, jerking him closer to you. to say he was ravishing would be an understatement. yet, you thought he'd look better if the garments were on the floor.

he felt exposed in such a way that made his heart race, unironically. he knew he looked enticing, radiant even, he'd never doubted his appearance, but he felt embarrassingly exposed under your stare, he was acutely aware of the way your eyes darted all over his body, how he felt your length throb against his. he wanted to cover up, to hide away from your stare that was undressing him and staring abrasively at his most intimate places. but part of him wanted to further present himself to you, to be used like the pretty little thing that he was.

"stop staring..." he murmured, sitting up slowly and draping a hand over his chest, his other hand resting on your hip to keep your crotch pressed to his. you grinned wickedly, watching him through half-lidded eyes as you tugged him closer by the choker, teeth grazing across his collarbone as you left a trail of kisses down his lace-clad chest.

"i can stare all i want at my beautiful, beautiful man." your voice hummed in your chest as your hand moved down to delicately move the intricate lace on his crotch to the side, his half-hard cock and balls rolling out into the cool atmosphere. his breath hitches when you give him a small tug.

"after all, i must say..." your spoke in a low tone as you sat back and pulled him into your lap, slowly stroking his cock as your other hand traversed his body, up from his waist, to his chest where you tugged the lace up to expose his nipple, before lightly wrapping around his neck.

"you look better in red..."

[thereweredragonshere]

Well if I'm free to bombard your inbox with Night Fury drawing questions, I guess I'll go ahead :)))

Tailfins. Just tailfins. I will admit, of the one drawing of a Night Fury I've posted in here, thus was the most immediately frustrating thing. I probably erased 20 different tailfins before finding one that looked simply 'acceptable'. I've figured out a bit about them from study, like how each strut in the tailfin is longer than the one before it, but each attempt still looks wrong even with that knowledge! I filled a whole page with fins, of which 4 or so looked good, the rest seemed a bit too even. At the top of the fin where it comes back and connects to the tail is (the angle at which it comes back) is quite an issue.

Along with the this, the side fins. I honestly nearly blanked those out whilst drawing (and its a favorite feature on Night Furies for me. Couldn't belive I missed it till the drawing was 99% finished).

Heyy! Sorry this one took me a little longer to get to, my memory does not serve at all🙏

The position we most often see Toothless’ fins to be in is at a diagonal angle. Verticle angles are possible, as that would be when he is diving and what not, but fully horizontal, and even extended diagonal just doesn’t work, and ends up looking broken and disjointed.

The angle at which the fin joins back at the tail can vary due to the fins’ mobility, but what I tend to keep in mind is having a general, standard v-shape between the two fins, which helps keep the silhouette.

Another thing to keep in mind is that the bones in the tail fin always follow the same/very similar angles to each other, so bone 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5 will all be extended at the same time, or they will all be folded at the same time.

Another thing to keep in mind is how far apart you place each bone on the tail. They are quite close together! I have no real way to describe the appropriate distance between each bone, but it’s a useful thing to keep in mind if you’re struggling to figure out why a tail fin just doesn’t look right.

The bones are also dipped inwards in placement on the tail. They’re close together at the base but are far apart at the ends of the membrane. Think how you can flare your finger out as far as possible, at the base of your fingers where they attach to the hand, they are close together, but at your fingernails they are far apart. That’s where the subtle v-shape in toothless’s tail fin segments comes from.

AND! The order you draw the bones in can play a part. Personally, I always start with bone 2. Then bone 1, then 3, 4 and 5. By starting with the second bone you can control the general flow of the tail, as you have a guide to go by for each consecutive segment you draw.

Think of the hip wings like an extension of the primary wings. They’re meant to fill in the blank space left by the primary wings, and make the body’s transition from membrane to no-membrane smoother.

For example, this is what the wings would look like if there was no separation between primary wings and hip wings.

But do remember that they are separateand move on their own!

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Chasing A Rabbit

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Summary: Commissioned by @evilbrat2013. Tomura has made himself the kingpin of Kamino. It has taken years of dedicated work, blood, and sweat, but now that he is in charge he thinks that he has everything figured out. And then he meets Dabi and something inside of himself just falls out of place until he can figure out how to reform himself around the rabbit’s jagged pieces. 

Contents: Shifters AU, Wolf!Tomura, Bunny!Dabi, ABO, Dabi’s Suicidal Tendancies, Prostitution, Predator/Prey Society, Cannibalism, Implied Sexual Assault/Rape/Re-Traumatization, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Knotting, Fear Play, Multiple Orgasms, Wet and Messy, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Sounding, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Belly Bulge, Size Kink, Scent Kink, Cum Inflation (mild), Orgasm Delay, Mating Cycles/Heat, Cheating, The Boys are NOT Okay– but They’re Working On It, BDSM, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Total Power Exchange, Sugar Baby

Word Count: 14,992

Taking over the Kamino territory was something that Tomura had been longing for years now. Ever since he turned eighteen and his father told him that he would be stepping back from some of his empire to focus on some of his other interests. But it had taken another four years of working in the organization with other people before Tomura had actually learned enough to manage an area of his own as well as figure out how to talk to people. His father did a lot for him, but socialization was not something that he'd cared much about given he didn't have the magic of being a shifter inside of him. Tomura knows that only one in a billion lack that, but when All For One had first found him on the street, he had been startled by the lack of a clear secondary species from him. And growing up with someone who saw the natural traits of a wolf as nothing but a nuisance, meant that Tomura was not at all suited to interacting with other species, let alone considered 'normal' for wolves. His strangeness was extremely off-putting to people at first, but after a while he managed to craft that into something that people still would choose to follow, just like his teacher had. He still doesn't act quite the way that he's supposed to when it comes to his species, but he thinks that just helps to make him more adaptable. 

But perhaps not quite as adventurous or reckless as the rabbit that he sees arguing with the lion and brown bear guards who are standing at the entrance of the black market tonight. The rabbit looks like he's already been through hell. Most of his skin is warped purple with swaths of old burns along his body, the damage so extensive that he's had his skin stapled back onto the rest of him. And there is quite a lot of skin on display as he is in a deep red pleather outfit that consists of shorts, with straps and buckles that loop around his hips, more straps wrapping around his biceps and waist, with fur arm sleeves in the same color as the leather on both arms and wrapping around his shoulders before it drops down into a hood. That strange section is attached to a mesh crop top that shows off his toned chest and stomach, the shorts low enough to show the sharper v of his hips. His boots are a mismatched height on his legs, one ending at his ankle, the other creeping halfway up his calf, but they match each other in all other aspects down to the cut out at the arch of the platforms so that he is given three extra inches on his height. It still doesn't help him reach eye-level with the bouncers whose fur is starting to bristle with their agitation. 

Tomura moves up to the three, noting that the rabbit must dye his hair because the spiky halo of it around his head is pitch black while his ears are long and white, flattened so that they stretch down his back and secured at the bottom with a strap that matches his outfit. He gets close enough to actually hear the conversation past the bustle of the rest of the city.

"--if I want!" His voice is rougher than he would have expected coming out of a rabbit's throat, the way he curls his lips back around his teeth screaming that he learned that from predators even though the teeth he exposes really can't be mistaken as threatening. 

"Look, unless you're looking to be devoured, you need to fucking hop off, rabbit." One of his enforcers says. 

"Fuck you, kitten!" The rabbit immediately barks back, his whole body bristling like he might... try to fight him if he isn't allowed entrance. 

"Can I ask why you're so keen to get inside?" He asks easily as he comes up about a meter behind the rabbit. His enforcers immediately straighten up and try to look like they had the situation handled, and the rabbit takes in their reactions to him, the brightest blue eyes that Tomura has ever seen flicking over them and then dragging down his body. Tomura tries not to straighten himself under that assessing stare. He knows what he looks like in his well-tailored suit, his long white hair mostly tied back into a ponytail, his ears tilted to give them his full attention, and he has taken great effort in cultivating an air of importance and power since he pushed his way to the top of his father's organization over the past four years to prove himself as a worthy successor. 

"Because I want work." The rabbit tells him. "All of the other markets in the area haven't ever stopped me from going in before." 

"There's not much work for prey in there." He says easily. "You might have more luck elsewhere." 

The rabbit bares his teeth at him again. "Fuck you too, puppy. I know what I can handle." 

It's been a long time since anyone has had the nerve to talk to him like that in two years and instead of that making his fur bristle like it might have in the past, it has Tomura holding his tail still so it doesn't wag. "Alright. Well then that's your prerogative." He turns his attention to his enforcers and they step aside, letting them move through the alleyway. The rabbit doesn't wait for him to fall into step with him, he tilts his nose up and starts to walk straight through the darkness towards the hustle and bustle on the other side. Tomura follows after him at a comfortable pace, curious beyond anything he has felt in a long time as he watches this strange prey walk right into a place that is a feeding frenzy. 

He's been able to smell the meat cooking for half a mile, as is common each night when the sun sets. No matter how the laws on the books tell the whole world that eating meat is illegal, there are black markets like this one in every city across every prefecture of this country. And having these places keeps devourings down as the police turn a blind eye to it all as long as the meat eating, buying, and selling are kept within areas like this. And of course, if people are already breaking one of the biggest taboos in the world here, it's no surprise that he has been able to make most illegal things available here and have more people willing to indulge. As he walks behind the rabbit, he can't help letting his eyes drift down to his ass, watching his cute fluffy white tail bounce and taking in just how short his shorts really are as he figures out pretty quickly what kind of work the prey is probably looking for. It's still a dangerous gamble to go into a market to get it. There are surely vendors who will try to snatch him up and strap him down to the counters behind their stalls and auction him off piece by piece. 

Tomura was just coming to the market to take a walk around and make sure there wasn't anything going on that he hadn't been made aware of, but as soon as they get into the market, he can't help himself from always trying to keep within a few meters of the rabbit as he moves around the stalls and streets that have formed in the area that the black market has taken over. He watches as someone tries to grab him, only for the rabbit to bring his arm back, forearm bashing into the alligator's cheek and tearing skin and scales from his face as Tomura finds out at the same time that the fluffy armbands seem to be hiding an array of spikes beneath the fibers. The rabbit follows up the hit by kicking the alligator as hard as he can in the crotch, bashing his nose in on his knee as he goes down with such a sickening crunch that anyone who hadn't already turned to look at the smell of fresh blood, has their attention locked on the exchange now. 

The rabbit leans down to the much bigger creature, to the predator that he just brought to his fucking knees with a few well-placed hits, and pulls his wallet out of his pocket and takes a 5,000 yen note out of it before he tosses it back onto the alligator's head. "Touching me will always cost you. Next time make sure it's only your cash if you want to walk away with just a bruised ego and broken nose." He straightens back up and looks at the many predators who are all staring at him now. "Legs open at ten, but if you don't have the balls to do anything other than stare, I'm at La Vénus tomorrow at eleven." 

And then he just. Turns his back on the rest of the alligator's buddies and walks away. Tomura is absolutely not the only one staring after him as he goes, but he is the first to manage to make his legs work through his shock and keep following him. The rabbit continues to go down the streets looking for... something. Turning more heads at the strangeness that comes from a rabbit being present and from the whispers that start to follow him as well. The rabbit seems to find what he's looking for after about five minutes and Tomura's ears pin as flat to his head as the stoat who the rabbit grins at as he orders from his stall. 

The stoat shakes his head at first, but then the rabbit presents him with the note he stole off of the alligator. Hesitantly, the stoat sets four skewers of rabbit meat into the paper boat and hands it over the counter to the stranger. He seems to delight in making eye contact with the stoat as he brings the first one to his mouth and takes a big bite. Tomura doesn't know if he's aroused, disgusted, or fascinated as the rabbit continues to walk around with his meal, eating every bite of meat off of the skewer as he gets a lay of the land. He makes his way to the section of the market where most of the prostitutes tend to gather so they can take people in and out of the love hotel that Tomura made sure was here and functional for their use. He lingers with all manner of other creatures waiting to take clients, but he is the only prey standing among them. 

When the rabbit finally stops moving, Tomura finds himself not just catching up to him, but stopping in front of him like he was drawn in by a magnetic pull. Blue eyes flick up to him disinterestedly. "It's not ten yet, puppy." 

Tomura doesn't know if he's ever wanted someone so badly that it's felt like his brain melted out of his ears when he's not even in his rut, but he moves aside and waits until the clock strikes ten on the dot so he can be the first to approach the rabbit again. 

He snorts when he does. "What do you want?" 

"What's your name?" 

It has derisive blue eyes looking at him balefully from beneath half-lidded eyes. "That'll cost you on top of whatever services you want. I charge extra for taking a knot and even more if you want to do it without protection." 

Tomura hasn't ever had a rabbit on his knot before, and the thought of having such a small creature stretched open around him has his blood heating before he's even made the conscious decision that he really does want to pay to fuck this rabbit. "I'm sure I can afford anything that you'll give me." 

The rabbit snorts but turns and starts to walk towards the entrance of the love hotel. He doesn't know if he's ever felt so out of control when he's not on his rut, but the time it takes for them to be given their room slips away entirely from his mind and when they're inside, he is easily able to ignore the smell of the industrial cleansers that have been layered over everything in favor of focusing on how immediately the rabbit reaches for the belts and straps on his shorts. He doesn't hesitate to pull them down, showing Tomura that his cock is tucked into a little thong before he turns around and crawls onto the bed, dropping his shoulders down and pushing his ass up. He presents for him and then reaches his fingers back to start to tease around his cute, little pink hole and Tomura's sanity snaps as he smells sweetness start to perfume the air. 

He is at the foot of the bed in an instant, catching the rabbit's wrist, careful of the sleeve because he doesn't know where more of the spikes are hidden, as he holds him in place. His bones feel so small and delicate beneath his grip and the rabbit gasps, trembling slightly. But that doesn't make him stop leaking as he shows Tomura that he's a hybrid omega. 

"You don't have to be gentle, but if I think you're going to kill me, I'll make sure you don't walk away from this without scars. I'll make you feel it every day for the rest of your life." The rabbit says, his voice a little breathless. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, bunny," his mouth feels like it's so full of his fangs as he climbs into bed with him, pulled along by desire so sharp that he couldn't fight it if he wanted to. He folds himself along the rabbit's back, pressing his nose to his neck to try and find his scent, but smoke seems to cling to his skin. Tomura is usually so in control of his sexual encounters, but on nothing but this rabbit's presence alone, he feels drunk on his desire. He brings two fingers to the rabbit's hole, rubbing against him, teasing inside, until he's gushing around his fingers, his hips moving back into the touches as he moans. 

When his slick is leaking down his legs, Tomura finds himself unable to resist any longer and he reaches for his belt. The rabbit's tail trembles so cutely as he takes out his cock, using the rabbit's slick to wet his length, rubbing himself between his ass and over his hole, breathless at just how small the other shifter looks beneath him. He hasn't had any small predators in his bed with him, he's never even had a prey in his bed instead. But this one that is already coming apart at the seams looks like he should be so fragile that just the idea of pressing inside should shatter him. But he's the one who turns to glare at him over his shoulder and barks, "Hurry up, puppy!" And encourages Tomura to try anyway. 

Watching him split open around his cock is almost as good as the feeling of his insides parting for him. He's so small, so tight, every part of his body clinging to Tomura's cock and spreading pleasure along his veins like nothing he's ever felt before. He can't help letting out an animalistic growl that only makes it better as the rabbit's fear spikes through his scent and makes his walls clench even tighter. That heady rush of power that goes through him as he realizes that this is a prey, that he could fuck him or kill him , that he could do whatever he wants and there's nothing this rabbit could do to overpower him as he locks his hand around the back of his neck and pushes him down into the bed, his other catching both of his wrists and keeping them against the small of his back so the can go swinging anywhere with those spikes, is heady. 

More of that fear spills through the air, as the rabbit's hole gushes around him, showing Tomura that he likes to be afraid. That he likes being held down. That he knew exactly the risk he was taking coming here and not staying behind the protective glass of V hosting peepshows. Tomura snarls again, dragging his hips back and pushing in hard and deep again. "Don't worry, little bun," he manages, suddenly feeling how full of teeth his mouth is. "I'm not going to break you." He isn't entirely sure about that. He can just imagine how ruby red and succulent his flesh would be if he tore it away from his staples and sunk his teeth inside. "Not when I want to know every inch of you." He does want that. He wants his name, wants to know what would lead a prey here, how he got so good at fighting. 

Tomura wants, wants, wants more than he has over anything but his own goals for the first time in four years and he isn't surprised at all when he does eventually cum, the rabbit's release already thick in the air, and he really does knot the stranger.

It's as they're forced to stay entwined, seconds after Tomura has stopped trembling from how good it felt that the rabbit is squirming under him. "Let go," and he pulls at his wrists. Tomura worries he might have squeezed too tightly and lets him go, but the rabbit just shifts as much as he can under him, reaching to pull at his shorts and bring them close, reaching into the pocket and pulling out a lighter and a sleek cigarette case that fits inside the little pocket. He doesn't offer him one as they roll onto their sides so he can smoke as they wait to unlock. 

"What's your name?" Tomura asks again, enamoured with the way the light of the cherry dances across his staples and eyes. 

"...Dabi." 

"Do you take escort work, Dabi?" He asks, already wanting to see him again, for longer, over dinner, for a conversation. He wants to know this bizarre rabbit who picks fights with predators, who eats meat, who doesn't flinch when he's alone with one where he could be so easily killed. He gets another flat look from those piercing eyes that don't seem cowed in the slightest. 

"Do you have deep enough pockets for that, puppy?" 

His tail starts to wag, "I certainly hope so."

///

Dabi is more than an enigma, as Tomura finds out on their first 'date'. He has been on the streets for years and years, his skin so bad that most people avoided trying to take a bite out of him because they thought they might catch something awful because of it.

"Oh yeah, running around smelling like rotten meat when I could keep the fever and body aches at bay long enough to actually move at all worked well." Dabi tells him as they eat at a high-end restaurant not too far from V that is owned by his and his father's businesses. That's the reason that he can be served the highest quality cut of beef as Dabi enjoys a veal milanese salad as they speak. "Until my skin fell off and I had to get it reattached, that was a lot less convenient and it was expensive to get fixed." He shrugs. "Lucky that so many people are just excited to have a prey omega or else my options would have been severely limited when it came to making my keep after that." 

"I'm sorry you went through that." He tries to offer sympathy, but it's shot down with a disgusted look as Dabi reaches for his wine glass and he tries to change course. "But I'm sure that the reason that people are booking you now is for more than your secondary sex." 

He snorts. "Sure you are, puppy." 

"I had no idea you were an omega when I approached you." He says honestly. With all of the smells in the market, with the damage and overlaying of scar tissue making his scent glands so weak, Tomura really hadn't known until they'd been in the love hotel and Dabi was already half naked. "I wanted to get to know you because you're lovely." Because he had to know more about this strange man. 

"Stop it," Dabi's voice chills, cooler than Tomura has ever heard it before, his look flat, no spark of that amusement in it that makes him think that he might be the one getting played with instead of the other way around. His lips are tugged into a scowl and he drains his wine and reaches to pour himself another glass from the bottle Tomura got for their table. "You're already paying me to be here, I don't want you trying to flatter me like this is anything else." 

Something in his chest aches. A twinge as a discordant note tugs at the edge of his awareness, but he doesn't want to spook the rabbit and lose his chance to hold onto him for as long as he can, so he ignores it and changes the subject. "How far back is your heritage?" He asks instead. 

"First generation. Three siblings, all of them are wolves. Mom got devoured when she tried to hurt the pack, I tried to set myself on fire along with the alpha when I realized that I was next up on the chopping block if I ended up being an alpha or a beta, or was going to be sold to the black market if I was an omega." Dabi snorts as he finishes filling his cup, "Probably sounds stupid given where I am now anyway."

"No," he says automatically, his chest aching weakly, "You chose to be here now. You made yourself dangerous and able to hold your own. That's.... different from the prey who are dragged there against their will." 

Dabi looks at him over his glass for a long moment and his eyes are still so flat and dead that Tomura has to force his ears not to droop. Maybe it's not. Not to him. Maybe Tomura is no better than all of the dozens, maybe hundreds of other predators who have taken a piece of Dabi from him even if they hadn't put their teeth in his skin. Maybe Dabi hates all of them just as much as the next. Maybe he shouldn't be here right now. Maybe this should be the end of this fascination that he can't help having about this strange rabbit. "What makes you different from all of the other predators in the Kamino market? People would barely come near once they saw you leaving my room." 

"I own it." He says, realizing that the flat look he'd gotten when he'd given Dabi his name had not just been because he had guessed who he was already, given that he is the only white wolf in the city. 

"Huh. Well I guess you can pay for more than one kind of dessert then." Is all Dabi says before they go back to their meal. 

Tomura isn't sure that he'll see him again, but once they have finished eating, when he's getting Dabi a cab to take him back home, the rabbit flags one down that has a big back seat and a completely opaque divider, yanking him into the car along with him and sinking to his knees in the back seat immediately as Tomura rushes to give the driver his address before closing the divider. Dabi has his cock stretching the staples in his cheeks and fully in his throat in the next ten seconds, and nearly makes him knot his mouth from how hot, how good, how perfect it feels as he makes his pleasure about how the date has gone well-known. Tomura ends up bringing Dabi upstairs to his penthouse and fucking him through the night, tasting every inch of his skin, getting to touch his cute cock that he's decorated along the underside with piercings, and finding himself knotting him again. He normally doesn't knot his subs outside of his rut, but there's just something about Dabi when he finally finds the right combination of touches and words to make him fall apart, that makes him want him deeper in his bones than he's ever wanted any other sub. 

He doesn't think it's much of a surprise that he books him again before the other has even finished dressing, and ends up paying even more extra when he can't stop himself from joining him in the shower one last time to hold him up against the wall, lavishing his neck with kisses and nips as he strokes his cock until the rabbit is trembling apart beneath his palm and there are bloody tears leaking down his cheeks from how oversensitive his length is from how many times Tomura has played with him tonight. 

Tomura knows that predators getting obsessed with a prey never ends well, usually not for the prey, but he can't stop himself from wanting to see Dabi again. 

///

It's lucky for him, then, that Dabi wants a steady pay day more than he wants anything else. Tomura has all of the money he needs to keep buying his services, but things evolve after the first month of Tomura seeing Dabi at least three times a week. He has the rabbit coming with him on dates, to business parties, whenever he wants a companion at V, and dabi always shows up in some new lovely outfit that Tomura knows was made to show off his profession as much as it was made to be a weapon, and he rebuffs anyone who tries to treat him like a helpless bunny. He's, in all honesty, a terrible escort, constantly insulting Tomura, his guests, the hosts of the parties, and anyone else who rubs him the wrong way over even the smallest perceived slight, and Dabi perceived slights often. Tomura wonders if it was his pack alpha's dismissal of him when he was young that has made him so sensitive to rejection, but after a month of seeing each other, he becomes acutely aware that Dabi has absolutely none of the self-esteem or self-importance that he pretends to present himself with. He is scared all of the time that the only reason people bother with him is because he has a nice wet hole and no gag reflex so his clients can use his body without bothering to look at his face. 

That makes that twinge in Tomura's chest turn into a proper ache, and at the end of the first month, he asks if Dabi would be willing to be a full-time sugar baby for him. 

"You just want me to be exclusive with you?" 

"I want you to be a live-in escort. I want you here, following the schedule, diet, and any other instructions I leave you so I know that I can have you exactly how I want you whenever I do. I'll give you a weekly allowance to get anything else you need that I don't already provide here along with a set monthly salary. We can give it a go for a month, and then we can negotiate again and decide if this is something we both want to continue." He hesitates, but goes on, "My rut is next month. I want to spend it with you, but I understand if that's not something you're interested in. But if you are then this could be a trial period and next month, if you want this to be a more long-term arrangement, I could mate you on my rut." That would lock Dabi into being his for another three months at minimum, unless Dabi bails on him when his rut comes around again and breaks the bond. 

Dabi watches him for a long moment, but that scrutinizing, hard look that he always expects when his little bunny is less than impressed by him doesn't last. Instead those pretty eyes drop away from him and Dabi crosses his arms. He leans against the armrest of the couch and doesn't look back at him as he mutters, "Why the fuck would you want that, puppy? You can have anyone else that you want. I know you're richer than god, but you could have a real pedigree prey whore if you're that desperate to feed your fetish." 

Tomura has learned his lesson about trying to tell Dabi that he thinks he's beautiful. He never believes it and will end a scene or date on the spot if Tomura doesn't stop trying to insist that he does. He doesn't want to be beautiful in his eyes, doesn't want to be praised, doesn't want to have any of the softness that Tomura has never felt so desperate to show another person in all of his life. So he doesn't tell Dabi that when they're together he forgets about all of the sharp places inside of him that have claws and teeth of their own that tear at his control whenever he strays too close. He doesn't tell Dabi that he wants him so badly because he thinks that the rabbit has his own kinds of vicious monsters in the back of his mind too. He doesn't say that he wants to give Dabi an out. He knows that Dabi is paying out the nose for the medicine that keeps him put together, that he is working every night they're not together, that he likes the dinner dates the most because he just doesn't get to eat very much while he's trying to scrape by on every yen. "I don't want to shop around for someone else when you're right here and I already like what you have to offer." He says blandly. "What's your rent each month? I'll be covering that as part of your allowance too." 

When he says that, when Dabi realizes that all of his bills will be paid before even touching the salary that Tomura is offering him, he doesn't protest again as he takes to the negotiations with the spark of viciousness in his eyes that Tomura is sure would have been bloodlust if he had been born a wolf. 

///

Having Dabi move in with him to sugar full-time shows Tomura even more about the other man. And the more he learns, the more his chest aches for him. Dabi has had a hard life, he never made that a secret and he has also made a point of showing that he knows how to survive those hard spots better than most would have. But when Dabi is suddenly safe, with enough food to eat, access to just about anything he could want, and with any other need taken care of at the slightest mention, Tomura sees him fracture in a way that he hasn't ever watched before. Tomura has met a lot of broken people running in the circles that he does. He is a broken person in his own way. But it's not the same way that Dabi is broken. 

When he has what he needs and anything he wants, Dabi doesn't sag with relief and start to soak up all of this luxury. No. He becomes more and more prickly. He is fastidious about following along with the schedule that Tomura has left for him, but he refuses to do anything outside of it. He doesn't relax either as things go on. He is still eager to be in his bed when he asks for him, is now hyper-attentive on dates, but he doesn't spread his things outside of the private bedroom that he's given Dabi in the apartment. He cleans up after himself like he's afraid that one speck of dust out of place will make Tomura snap and snarl at him, and over the course of the first two weeks, the apartment fills with such the sour smell of Dabi's fear that Tomura's own instincts are whining at him. Part of his mind screams that he needs to hunt the prey that is so terrified and in his space, but another part is whimpering because he doesn't want his potential mate to be so, so afraid, and he's scratching his own skin raw as he tries to figure out what the threat is. 

But there is no threat in the apartment, and the fear smell ebbs as soon as Tomura gives Dabi his attention. He thinks that means that the rabbit isn't afraid of him, and Dabi snaps at him when he asks if he wants to end the trial early. He's not scared of Tomura. He's not scared he insists, but he won't admit to the way he's smelled so stressed that Tomura thinks a lesser rabbit might have shifted and run headlong into a wall to break their neck rather than continue to endure this. But Dabi won't stop and Tomura... wants his mate... happy. He's not his yet, but he could be in a month, if he manages to make sure that Dabi doesn't fall apart. He could belong to him. That's what he wants and he starts to spend hours and hours of his own time trying to research and figure out what is wrong with the other man and what he can be doing better to help make sure that Dabi doesn't fall apart completely while in his care. 

He doesn't think he should be all that surprised when he discovers that the horrible circumstances that brought Dabi to this point in his life were deeply traumatizing. He assumed that they were already. But he didn't realize that trauma might not present in the ways he usually expects. Dabi isn't a weepy mess trying to take advantage of every comfort that he has right now. No, he is standoffish about it all, maybe because he doesn't want to accept that he can have things good now after they've been so bad for years before this. He doesn't indulge because he might be scared that doing so will make Tomura take it all away. 

The things he reads tell him to get the prey therapy. That they will need to be in their new, safe environment, knowing that their support system will be there no matter what for a long while before they're comfortable settling in and allowing themselves to move onto the hoarding resources response. And then... there might be a breakdown as all of the things that they've pushed aside for years as they had to focus on survival first comes crashing in and tears them apart. Tomura researches, Dabi smells stressed all the time, and he wonders if he should still even be bothering to keep him around. Everything that Tomura reads again and again says that he'll be lucky if Dabi stays the same, that he's more likely to just keel over or kill himself if his mind and body can't handle the change in his stress levels, that he could shatter apart mentally and just become a hollow shell of the creature who was so strange and intriguing that he drew him in in the first place. Or worse yet, smelling the stress constantly could put Tomura into survival mode without him noticing and could lead to his instincts overwhelming him and making him lash out at the rabbit against his better judgement. He could come out of the fog one day with Dabi's blood dripping off of his chin and the succulent taste of his flesh lingering behind his teeth. Tomura has never had any qualms about being a predator, but when it comes to Dabi, he feels queasy at just the thought of tearing him open. Why? That question sits in the back of his mind again and again. He has never even believed himself capable of truly falling in love, so the idea of it at first sight always felt utterly ludicrous. But he is... attached to Dabi beyond something he ever thought he could feel and he doesn't know what else to call the ache in his chest. He wants Dabi happy, he wants him to be okay. He doesn't know if he can get that, but he wants. 

And since he knows that Dabi will laugh in his face if not try to go for his throat if he begs him to get some help to try and take him through whatever emotions are ravaging the rabbit's mind now, he doesn't say anything. He just does his best to prepare himself to weather the storm that he is absolutely certain is coming fast for them both. 

///

By the end of the trial period month, Dabi doesn't smell as badly of stress anymore. He is eating more, following along with the schedule that Tomura has made for him so he is having three meals and three snacks a day which at least helps him put on some more weight, making him a little less sickly than he's always managed to hide under his attitude and clothes. And when the trial ends, Dabi wants to move forward and become his mate. He wants to be his, even if the words do come with that defiant light in his eyes. Tomura hopes that maybe attaching themselves, giving Dabi's omega instincts an alpha to latch onto who is absolutely bound and determined to give him whatever he needs to get well will help that to happen more easily. So he orders supplies for their shared cycle and makes sure that Dabi knows he can make a nest, that the apartment will be absolutely stuffed with good, rich foods that will make him feel good, and that he won't have to worry about anything because his alpha will be right there to take care of him throughout the entire time. 

He's so lost in those instincts himself that when his rut swells along his veins, he seeks Dabi out and gathers him close immediately. He scents every part of him, hugging him tight to his body and chuffing at him nearly constantly. It's all he can do. He just wants to show Dabi that he's going to be okay, that Tomura will be the best mate he can possibly be for him. He just wants to be good to Dabi in a way that he's realized that no one else in the world has managed. He just wants to... be allowed to love this strange rabbit and he knows that he can't right now. That Dabi would shatter his heart if he offered it up, that he wouldn't believe him no matter how much he promised that the feelings are true. 

But he bites him anyway, lets the rabbit become his for a long while and he brings Dabi through the heat that swells in alongside his rut. He thinks that he remembered not to say anything that he wasn't supposed to, but he can't be entirely certain when his head was so far from how it normally is. Even so, when they both come out of it, he's careful with Dabi still as he makes certain that he has everything he could possibly want as he recovers from his heat. Food, cuddles, comfort items like blankets and pillows, and as much or as little of his company as Dabi needs to feel better. Tomura tries, and Dabi takes all of it with such a blase attitude. 

"Last heat I had I didn't manage to get to a clinic in time." Dabi tells him, smoking as he picks at the big meal that Tomura ordered for them so he would put something else in his body beside the few sips of water that Dabi had allowed. "Ended up crashing in a back alley on my way there and a pack of hyenas smelled me. Spotted hyenas," he adds as Tomura's entire body bristles with horror at what could have happened to an omega on their own. "Turns out, having a hard dick is already a sign of submission to them and when I was so unresponsive and they saw how much I was leaking, they figured it out. I think they only didn't devour me because my stress was too high for the meat to taste good, so they just hauled me up by my scruff and dropped me at V. Owner there threw me into one of the showrooms with some toys. Would've charged me out the nose for the room and supplies, but he made enough selling tickets for people to watch me lose my mind that I managed to negotiate to work as a regular there." 

Tomura's stomach is sick. So easy. It's so easy for Dabi to just... tell him these horrible things that he's experienced because he's a hybrid, because he's a prey. He says it and doesn't blink, as if this is some fun anecdote that he can tell over dinner and it's not something that would have genuinely and thoroughly broken most people to have experienced. "You're lucky that you're still alive." He manages to croak out and that actually makes Dabi look up from the spread of dishes for a second. 

He doesn't hold that eye contact though, in a move that tells Tomura far, far too painfully much about what Dabi thinks about that fact. "I guess." And he goes back to eating. He doesn't bring up another one of those incidents in his company again, but that renders the other man uncomfortably quiet in his apartment as Tomura realizes that he simply must not have anything else to talk about. 

///

After the silence comes the... Tomura isn't sure what to call this. Part of him feels like he's being attacked, constantly. Dabi will follow the schedule and rules, but any of his free time is spent doing things that seem tailor made to piss Tomura off. He starts to take other clients again, popping out to love hotels with Tomura's claim bitten into his neck, and he fucks whoever he wants. He takes a job one night as the hole for a Yakuza celebration and comes back to Tomura covered in the scent and cum of other people, his skin torn from his staples in places, and a chunk of flesh taken out of his side from someone's claws that carved in so deep Tomura had been able to see the ruby flash of muscle beneath the parted flesh. It's horrible. It's awful. Tomura wants to throw up, but he has to settle for calling a doctor to get there as fast as possible so he can be patched up and then having to clean up his mate himself because the pain, drinks, and whatever else they'd dosed him with have left Dabi entirely unconscious. 

He is glad about that, to some degree because he knows that if Dabi were awake he would be torn between screaming at him to try to understand what the hell is wrong with him, and demanding that he do something to get some help. His whole chest feels like it's caving in on itself as his instincts scream and howl through his veins. He is supposed to be the only one who touches his mate. He is the one who is supposed to be able to hunt this prey if he wants to. He is not supposed to be picking up the pieces of him because other predators have had their way with his rabbit. But he knows, he knows that's what Dabi is after. Whatever he has said before, he knows that the whole reason why Dabi behaves the way he does is because he... doesn't want to exist. No matter how much he says that he's staying alive because he wants to get far enough ahead that he can one day come back and bite his father in the ass for thinking that he could just throw him away, he just... doesn't really care. He'll let himself be killed, will throw himself again and again into more and more dangerous situations just to see if he can escape or if this will be the time that that actually gets him. Now that he's Tomura's, his life in the penthouse doesn't offer him the same opportunities that he's used to to destroy himself, so stealing time outside of the schedule to put himself into more of those situations that will trigger Tomura's most aggressive instincts must be the reason that he's continuing to do this. Push his instincts so hard that he shatters and tears Dabi apart or crosses a boundary harshly enough he can get out of this contract without actually having to quit when the rabbit knows logically that the money is far too good for him to just leave. All of it puts a sourness in his gut and Tomura feels like a pup as he makes a nest for them again in the living room and curls up around Dabi's body like he's a toy that he can't cling to tightly enough to keep it from unraveling at the seams. 

///

It goes against all of his instincts, but Tomura doesn't dare limit Dabi's free time after that. He doesn't tell him that he can't take other clients, he doesn't stop him from putting his life at risk anywhere else outside of his apartment. Instead, Tomura gets two therapists. One is for himself, someone who can help teach him how to monitor his worst instincts and learn how to cope with them so he doesn't claw off all of the skin on his neck as he tries to handle Dabi, and a second who helps teach him how he can try to help Dabi if he really doesn't think that the other man will get help on his own. The therapy helps, and it doesn't. It helps him keep his instincts in control. He has been a creature who felt out of control for most of his life but always gravitated towards finding things that he could. From video games to his own education to work and to his sex life, he has always wanted to be able to control the things in his life so he could be certain that if everything else fell apart, he wouldn't. Not again. Not after everything that happened with his birth family. 

Dabi isn't something he can control like that, but he can learn how to handle it when the rabbit lashes out, which he has started doing now. He still will behave as his perfect sub when they're in bed together, but otherwise? He is giving the greatest brats in the world a run for their money. He wants to force a confrontation and Tomura is not going to give him that. He lets Dabi trash the apartment, leaving food out on the counter, the refrigerator door open, flooding the bathroom when he 'forgets' he left the tub running to fill. He lets him bring clients back to his home and fuck them in their bed without so much as a growl when he comes back and finds the sheets stained. He lets Dabi yell at him about whatever small seemingly imperceptible slight he's managed to make. He takes it all and lets it happen as Dabi grows more and more desperate for something to hurt him because all he has known how to do is endure pain and suffering his whole life. 

Tomura refuses to give him that, and he sees how much more frantic Dabi becomes in the wake of every act of patience or kindness that he gives him. He watches and he waits, and they have been mates for two and a half months before it finally reaches its breaking point. 

///

Tomura has not had a good relationship with La Vénus since he took over the black market in Kamino. The owner, Ryoma Shima, never likes to see former subs grow into anything else. The fact that Tomura had gone from his sub when he was first on the scene and in training to being a more powerful figure in the city and well-liked dom among his own subs has made them have enough friction that Tomura rarely goes to the club on his own anymore. It's been five years since he's seen the rhino's name pop up on his screen, and just that has his fur standing on end. 

"Shima," he greets as he answers, setting aside his controller. It's a Thursday night. Dabi isn't in the apartment on Thursdays, the only day that he is able to fully leave the apartment to do whatever he wants so that he doesn't feel completely suffocated by Tomura. It's not much, but it's been enough for the time being and that's fine by him. 

"Tomura," His voice sounds smooth and smug when he greets him and Tomura can hear the muffled sounds of the club on the other end of the phone. The kind of muffled he recognizes from the back halls that go into the red rooms. "I was just finishing up having quite the enjoyable evening with your mate," 

Sickness surges through his stomach as he thinks of Dabi under Shima, but he forces himself to put his free hand against his knee instead of letting his claws bite into the skin of his neck. 

"But I think he's had something quite a bit stronger than what we offer here and he's starting to catch the attention of butchers. It only seemed in good conscience to let you know." 

Tomura bolts up from the couch, a snarl tearing out of his chest so animal and violent that he hears Shima suck in a startled breath on the other end. "If he isn't still there when I arrive, I'll tear out your throat and burn your club to the ground. Do not test me." He doesn't wait for a response, hanging up and leaving a scratch in the glass from his claw. He isn't in a full suit, only jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and he doesn't bother to grab anything but his wallet and shoes before he's storming downstairs to the garage. He always has a driver on call and as soon as he gets into the car it's pulled out onto the street. 

Without bad traffic, the drive is only five minutes and Tomura is opening the door to the car before it's even fully pulled to a stop. He blows past the line out the door, snarling at the security guard who tries to stop him, before the woman at the front desk of the building rushes over to give him permission to go inside. She brings him to the employee elevator and sends him up to the backstage of the Play Area where he finds a number of dancers getting ready or finishing up their shifts and putting themselves together, along with servers dipping into the many massive containers filled with foils and packets of lube. Word must have spread that he was coming because one of the stage managers spots him and points him in the right direction as his nose is so assaulted by the smell of the club that makes it impossible to use that sense to navigate. He only partially finds what he's looking for when he spots Shima looking out at the strip club room of the Play Area, and he moves up beside him, his eyes scanning the room. 

It's his staples sparkling in the multicolored lights that bring his eyes to his mate. Dabi, surrounded by four predators, a panther, hawk, bulldog, and stoat who are definitely butchers from the knife tattoo that he can see curling up the dog's forearm. And Dabi is just, in the panther's lap, lounging against his chest, his legs spread into the stoat's lap as the hawk's hands are moving up his thighs with a salacious smile. His hands curl around them, not to open them wider, but to measure how much meat they would get from him once they peeled away his skin. Tomura snarls again and pushes through the crowds. The dog sees him coming and tries to puff up, but Tomura lets out a roar, not caring about his reputation, about how this might look to anyone else, about anything but the fact he needs to get his mate away from these men now. He is bigger than a mutt and stronger too, able to shoulder him out of the way because he knows if he uses his claws, he'll tear out his throat. But even that was so rough that the dog goes tumbling into a couple nearby, making them scream as he sends their drinks flying and half crushes them. 

The hawk turns on him then and Tomura knows that bird bones are brittle, but he didn't necessarily intend to send bone shards splintering through the meat of his arm when he grabbed him by his bicep and yanked him out from between Dabi's legs. That does send the screaming louder though. He doesn't care. Dabi is blinking up at him dazedly. Tomura's hands are much more gentle when he reaches down for him. 

Even though he's been so keen to act up, seeing the hawk rolling on the ground, blood seeping from the way the bones splintered through his skin, is enough to make Dabi docile as he scoops him out of the panther's lap who looks like he would have thrown Dabi at him if he hadn't tried to take him. 

"We didn't--"

"If you're still in town by morning, I'll turn you into a coat." Tomura doesn't look at any of them as he speaks, taking his mate, his omega, his little bunny and cradling him closely and gently against his chest. It doesn't make the anger and pain living inside of him lessen any when Dabi tucks his chin to his own chest, his hand folding up against it too like he can turn into nothing in his arms instead of seeking comfort or safety in him the way Tomura's instincts are begging him to.

Neither of them say anything at all before Tomura carries Dabi right past Shima and back along the way he came in. He can't bring himself to fully put Dabi down even when they get back to the car outside, not even when he can smell so thoroughly how he was enjoyed by the other people in the club, and Dabi doesn't protest the treatment because they only make it about a minute into the short drive before he's twisting to puke all over his shoes as his motion sickness, the drinks, and whatever else he was taking catch up to him. Tomura doesn't even know if he's disgusted or not when everything inside of him feels so hollowed out as before they even get back to the apartment, Dabi goes completely limp as he passes out. 

Tomura takes him upstairs, he tosses his ruined shoes and brings Dabi into the bathroom. He strips him out of the clothes he was wearing and he uses warm wash clothes to wipe away the evidence of every way he's broken his heart in the past few hours alone. He makes sure Dabi's breaths don't seem labored, he makes sure there's nothing in his throat to choke him, and he brings him back to the nest that he's made for them, that he hasn't been able to take down no matter how much therapy he's getting now because... being with Dabi makes him feel helpless again. Because it pushes him back to that place in his head where Tenko Shimura cries and begs for his family to let him back inside to eat dinner with them even though they never do because the sheep and oxfolk don't want to watch the pup eat the meat substitute. 

Tomura can't remember when the last time he cried was, but it's deep, wracking sobs that come for him now as Dabi sleeps completely unmoved in the nest beside him. 

///

He didn't sleep that night. He doesn't sleep well normally, but he couldn't have even if he wanted to. And when Dabi wakes up, squinting at the light coming through the apartment windows, he groans, pulls the blanket over his head, and mumbles, 

"Ugh. I wanted to sleep in my own apartment. I'm not required to be back here until noon." 

The angry part of him, the hurt part, wants to snap at him. He wants to tell him to get his shit and leave because he's never going to be sleeping here again. Their bond will break in another three weeks at most, unless all of this stress throws off Tomura's cycle. He can tell him to leave now and save himself any further heartbreak. It's everything that he's learned since meeting Dabi that tells him if he gives in, if he tells Dabi to go now, he will. He'll go right back to everything else he was doing before and he'll just. Be gone. Not just from Tomura's life, but gone. Because he can't keep playing with his life like this forever. He will lose eventually, and if Tomura sets him loose, he doesn't know how much longer he'll last. Dabi was just a prostitute that he took a shine to. If he had been as cold, as distant as his father was when it came to forming real emotional attachments to others, then none of that would matter to him. But Tomura has always been a creature with emotions so high that his rigid control was the only way to keep his sanity. If he lets Dabi go now, lets him disappear, he will never be able to rest right, uncertain of what happened to him. And he became too far gone with his attachment as soon as he offered for Dabi to become his mate. 

"You vomited on the way back here." Tomura tells him evenly. "I didn't know if you would again, and I didn't want to leave you unsupervised in your apartment. If you want to sleep there tonight instead, you can leave after we have dinner." He sounds like he always does when he speaks. He doesn't sound like he's shattering apart at every angle that being near Dabi has twisted him into. He leans over and presses a kiss to Dabi's temple and then stands up. "I'm going to get you some pain medicine and some water. If you can keep that down, then we can order whatever you want for breakfast too." He pushes himself up from the nest and reaches to close the blinds with the remote on the edge of the conversation pit that has become their nest. 

He isn't expecting to immediately hear the rustle of blankets again and turn to see Dabi pushing himself up too. The scent of his stress peaks higher than Tomura has ever smelled it before, so acrid and hot that he wouldn't be surprised if it somehow scorched the inside of his nose. He sucks in a startled breath, but Dabi doesn't care for that reaction alone and is still stumbling slightly over the pillows and cushions as he sneers at him. 

"What the fuck kind of wolf are you?!" He snarls, his ears pulled back and his hands balled into fists at his side. "I've let everyone in Kamino fuck me! I let them take chunks out of me! I let them hold me down so their friends can take a turn! I've disrespected you at every turn! I've dragged your name through the mud and your teacher's too! I made sure that they all know that you practically begged me to be your mate and now you're letting me run around and disgrace the whole system that you built!" Dabi pushes into his space, pushes his hands against his chest, and when he doesn't move, he slams his fists into him. He throws his weight behind the blows, but without the weapons he has built into his clothes, each attack doesn't move him the way he thinks Dabi wants it to. "Why aren't you angry? Why don't you hate me?!" He smells blood and his ears flatten, worried that Dabi's cut his hands on his staples as he tries to batter his fists against his body. Tomura catches his wrists as gently as he can so that he stops and only then sees that the blood is coming from his eyes instead as he sobs. "You should have fired me! Locked me to your bed and forced me to be a good mate! Devoured me! Why haven't you just killed me?!" The words seem to take away the last little bit of Dabi's energy and he goes limp, Tomura having to sag with him until they're both kneeling on the floor together to keep him from getting hurt on the way down. 

It takes so much concentration, through the smell of stress and blood that piques that instinctive hunger inside of him, for him to remember that this is a good thing. Dabi is finally breaking. That this is what he's been waiting for to try and reach the gnarled mess of thorns that is inside of his head and his chest that has been so quick to lash out instead of risking getting scarred again by being vulnerable with him. 

"I'm not going to fire you, or hurt you, or kill you, Dabi." He says as evenly as he can manage. "I've let you do all of those things because I know that they're what you needed. You can keep doing them," it makes him sick to his stomach to say that. "for as long as you need them. I'll still want you as my mate. I'll still come to take care of you when you're hurt, and I won't toss you aside." Dabi doesn't struggle against him, so Tomura gathers him close to his chest again, hand moving to stroke along the delicate, velvet soft fur of his ears. "I'll be here, I'll still want you as my mate, until you tell me that you don't want to be here anymore. If you tell me that, I'll let you go and you'll never have to see me again." The words hurt so badly. All of this has hurt so badly that Tomura isn't entirely sure that he'll survive seeing those words through. 

But it's not him that howls his anguish. No, that's Dabi as he finally, finally reaches back towards him. As his mate curls his hands into the fabric of his shirt as he howls and sobs, the sound a scream for the comfort of a pack that abandoned him, and the wolf inside that has been looking for connection ever since. Tomura will be that for him. That's all he's wanted since he saw the rabbit that made himself so dangerous he could walk a black market without fear of being caught, even if he knows now it was recklessness not fearlessness that brought him to that point in the first place. 

Tomura holds onto Dabi as the rabbit cries a decade worth of tears. 

///

Dabi breaking down tears away the ways that he was hurting Tomura before. He's despondent after he lets those emotions in for the first time in probably years. He can't keep to the schedule that he's supposed to anymore, forgetting to eat, to drink anything, shower, or change his clothes regularly because he spends nearly all day in their nest just sleeping or staring at whatever is on TV. If he doesn't see the remote around, he often ends up just staring at the blank screen or out the windows. He barely speaks, he loses weight rapidly, and Tomura isn't sure he notices when he's around and when he's not all of the time. But he's there. This is hard in a different way than what Dabi was doing before, but he endured that, and he thinks that Dabi will be worth enduring this. He has more hope because when he cleans the nest, when he coaxes Dabi to show and wrap himself in soft clothes, when he brings him food and scents his skin, Dabi often blinks, looks at him, and then crawls into his lap, clinging as tightly as he can to his body. Most of the time he starts to cry again shortly after, but sometimes he doesn't. Sometimes he just wants to be held close, and Tomura is more than happy to give that to him. 

Tomura doesn't think that it's much of a surprise that he and his mate are so stressed that neither of their cycles come that month, or the next, or the one after that. He stops waiting for them to. They'll be ready for that in whatever time it takes them. For now, he just wants to make certain that he's doing as right as he can by his mate in whatever other ways he's able. Before he knows it, he's had Dabi living in his apartment, their apartment, for a year. They're still mates, and Dabi is more aware than he was after his breakdown. He remembers that he, technically, is still being employed by Tomura, and he picks up his phone one day and logs into the scheduling app while Tomura is at work. 

There was nothing on the schedule because Tomura hasn't even thought about maintaining it for so long while his mate was so out of his head, but as soon as he sees that he rushes to put in an entry for the day. He starts it very simple, have something to eat that won't upset his stomach, the stress having made him unable to eat meat as readily as he had been when they first met, and take either a bath or shower. If those are too strenuous for him he can take a sponge bath instead. 

It's only two things, two things that most people are able to do without issue, but he knows that managing this will already be a challenge for Dabi. But when he gets back to the apartment and sees that Dabi's hair is wet, the white roots taking up most of his head now as it's grown out, trying to poke at a cup of yogurt, Tomura doesn't hesitate to shower him with praise like he's done the hardest thing imaginable. Dabi blinks those beautiful blue eyes at him, confused, a spark of resentment in them, but when he realizes that Tomura's tail is wagging because he just can't help it, all of that softens into something guilty and small. 

"I'm sorry." 

"You don't have anything to apologize for, precious." He says, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "You did such a good job following your schedule." He doesn't say anything else about the state his head has been in for the past... too long. Dabi has never been the kind of rabbit to get spooked and run away, but he hasn't ever been unraveled like this before either. Tomura doesn't want to learn that he might be now. "I'm so proud of you, baby boy." 

Dabi doesn't manage to do much else that day, but he does try to poke at some more food later that night, so Tomura will take that as a win. 

It takes another month for Dabi to be able to consistently get up, shower, and eat at least two meals a day. Tomura doesn't often ask him to do anything more than that, but at the end of the month he asks him to give one of the therapists a call. Just to introduce himself. He doesn't have to schedule anything with them. Dabi doesn't do it. Tomura tells him that's okay, they can try again some other time. He doesn't put it on the schedule for another two weeks and it goes ignored a second time. He considers that might just be too much for a long while, but then a few days later, he's informed that Dabi did call even though he didn't have it on the schedule for the day. Given that the doctor is on his payroll and legality is not something Tomura has ever been concerned with, he is told that Dabi was clearly nervous and didn't know what therapy was beyond talking about his childhood trauma. But his mate wanted him to try, so he was trying to try, for him. 

Dabi doesn't bring up the call when he gets home that night, but he accepts being pulled close and kissed as Tomura's tail wags constantly. 

///

It's not a matter of months for Dabi to heal. Tomura isn't even sure if Dabi would even consider that’s what he's been doing. It takes years. The first one they spent together was the worst. The cheating, the emotional neglect, the long period of depression that followed and left them both unmoored was agony. Tomura marvels at the fact that either of them survived that. The second Dabi makes it six months of trying before he hits a wall in his treatment, has his first heat since they bonded, and he breaks the mating bond by going back to his own apartment to ride it out alone. He formally quits being his sugarbaby and tells him not to contact him again. Tomura was heartbroken at the time, threw himself back into his work, but not a month later, Dabi had stumbled to his apartment drunk, whimpering and howling weakly through his sobs as he begged to come home. Tomura knows his father and most of his people think he has no backbone at all for taking Dabi back immediately after all of that, but he had. He brought him inside, made them a new nest, and took out all of the things of Dabi's that he'd had in the closet, just in case. By the next morning it was like he'd never left, his bunny going back to his therapy, resuming his schedule, and trying so hard to not let this fall apart again so he could go self-destruct elsewhere.

Tomura hadn't mated him again when his next rut came, but they still spent it together, Dabi so desperate to show him that he could be a good mate that he'd had another breakdown afterwards. Sex had been so bad for him, something he did because it was all an omega was good for, because it was the only way for him to make any money for a long time, and that he had numbed himself to, going somewhere else in his mind so that he wouldn't have to feel what was happening to him, but he didn't want that anymore. He wanted to be there with Tomura. He wanted to be his mate again properly. He wanted to enjoy it when he took his knot. But he couldn't. His mind still slipped into that place he had made for himself to stay safe. 

That was about when they started going to couple's therapy with a sex positive therapist. Dabi had more trauma that Tomura could have ever imagined around sex and it took another three cycles before Dabi had been able to stay present during their time together in bed. Two more after that before they decided they are ready to be mated again. When they had, Tomura had felt the bond snap into place this time. Had not felt so alone in his own mind with his heart beating hollowly around the place where the love he wanted from his mate to live inside of him too.

And it's been another two years since then. 

Two years and now he's able to come home and see his mate laying in their bed, taking a nap in the afternoon sun and lets heat creep across his veins as he toes off his shoes and tugs his tie loose as he approaches the bed. His moonbeam has let his hair go white, the crown of it glowing in the sunlight as he snoozes. Today he didn't have much on his schedule, not therapy today, no going to monitor the club that they've started to work on, hoping to run V into the ground with their own venue. Nothing that he needed to do but take care of himself today and clearly he wanted to get some rest. Tomura hopes he won't begrudge him moving up to the edge of the bed, feeling the twinge of his instincts that tell him he's stalking his prey the same way that he might have in a different time and place. 

Dabi's ear twitches as soon as he begins to lower himself down on the bed, chirping at him as he starts to open his eyes, rolling immediately onto his back and spreading his legs in invitation. Tomura's scent goes hot through the air, having fully intended to climb into the sheets with his little rabbit and enjoy the soft warmth of the summer sun together, but more than happy to give his mate whatever he wants. 

He pulls the sheet away, leaning down to lick along Dabi's ears as he does, making the omega purr. Dabi was absolutely expecting him to come home soon and knew what he wanted before he settled in to sleep, because he's not wearing anything at all beneath the sheet, the long lines of him exposed for Tomura to enjoy as his hands start to trace along his body. He's healthier now than the first time he ever touched him. Not made of bones and broken glass, softer under his palms from years of regular meals and access to medicine. His mate moans softly as he brings his hand down to toy with his cock. He's still small against his much larger palm, and Tomura always delights in the difference between the size of their bodies, almost as much as he enjoys feeling the texture of Dabi's piercings against his palms. Like his staples, like every scrap of armor that Dabi coiled around himself, the sharp contrast of the unyielding metal and the softness of his skin delights him. It's a privilege every time he realizes that he was given the chance to get close enough to find this place with the other man. If he had given up, if he hadn't risked everything to follow the ache in his chest that had screamed for Dabi, then they wouldn't be here. He wouldn't have his mate coiling his arms around his neck as he moans and arches into his touches, his cock hardening rapidly against his palm as his scent goes so sugary sweet with the pleasure that Tomura is stoking beneath his skin. 

Tomura  can't resist giving him as many kisses as he can, until Dabi's mouth is breathless and gasping against his and Tomura is still licking up the sweetness of their spit that is dripping across his chin. Dabi's leaking from his hole too, his slick spreading its caramel scent in the air. Tomura keeps two claws trimmed so that he never has to worry about hurting his moonbeam when he touches him like this as his other hand moves further back so that he can tease his fingers against his hole. He's so wet already that Tomura knows that Dabi actually is relaxed, actually is right here with him, actually does want his knot as much as Tomura always wants every part of his mate that he can get. He still takes his time stroking Dabi and pumping his fingers inside of his body until his baby boy is trembling beneath him and he's soaking his hands with his cum and his slick. 

Tomura presses more kisses over his face as Dabi keeps moving his hips up into the touches even as he whimpers softly, wanting more even though getting it is stinging his nerves. He's more than happy to give that to his little bun and he doesn't care about the stains he absolutely is getting on his pants. Nothing matters to him more than bringing their bodies together until they're both satisfied and a mess. He never thought that he would end up being the type to want their bed absolutely saturated in their scents like this, but he is addicted to surrounding himself with the scent of their contentedness after how long it took for them to get here at all. Dabi tries to angle his hips for him, showing him how wet he is, how cute he looks already stretched just from having his fingers inside, and Tomura wraps both of his hands around his mate's waist. His fingers nearly touch as he holds him in place as he moves his aching cock to his hole. Dabi trembles and drips as he does, but he doesn't ask to stop, looking down at the length of his body with breathless anticipation for the same thing that Tomura is so eager for. 

It puts a heat in his veins that Tomura can hardly describe to watch his cock sink deeply inside of his bunny. The feeling is always blinding. That incredible tightness, the gush of his arousal, the softness of his insides that rivals his fur, that alone would be able to put Tomura out of his mind, and yet he keeps finding more ways for this to bring him to absolute ruin as he is able to see himself as he fills Dabi's body. A little swell in his stomach from how much smaller he is, from how deeply Tomura can reach into his guts. 

He can't help chuffing, barely containing yipping like a pup as his tail trembles from how good it feels, from how cute Dabi looks as he bites his lip bloody as his fingers twist tightly in the sheets. His thighs are trembling from how wide they are spread around Tomura's hips and it takes them both a long moment to be ready for anything else. When Dabi is, those eyes that burn like the hottest flame are on him, pupils blown with his pleasure, and his lips try to form words, but without the breath to make sound. 

Tomura licks away the blood from him resplitting the seam through his lips and rolls his hips into his body slowly. He doesn't want to rush this. The sun is baking them in their bed, the heat between their bodies rising and rising, and he just wants to savor every part of it until neither of them remember anything beyond the pleasure they can find entangled in this soft place after all of the suffering and violence that it took to get them here. He keeps his movements slow and steady, working himself and Dabi up more and more, until his bunny has recovered from his first orgasm and is starting to harden again. Tomura moves his palm against the bulge of himself inside of his mate's stomach, feeling each rolling thrust from the inside and out as he continues to move, seeing how his sharp claws could tear him open so easily, but knowing that even after everything that they've been through, he has never once hurt Dabi. Not like that. Never drawn blood, never taken a bite of his flesh. He has only ever tried to do his best by his smaller mate and he thinks, despite everything, he's proven to himself, to the world, that a predator and a prey can work. That no matter how much they hurt at the start, it can be this soft thing that has bloomed between them now and soothed something inside of him that he thought was irreparably broken for all of his life. 

He's lost in those thoughts, in the sight, sound, and smell of Dabi beneath him as his body hitches with his pleasure as Tomura moves. His knot starts to swell, and he can't see that inside of Dabi, but when his mate feels it, he lets out an omega keen as he tries to move his hips to encourage him to chase it. Tomura doesn't know if he'll ever be capable of denying his lover anything that makes him happy ever again, so he follows that delicious pressure that's building at the base of his dick as his balls grow taut as his pleasure creeps over his nerves. It only takes a few more thrusts for that rubber band to snap, his hips moving more roughly than they have before as he uses that force to push the swell of his knot inside his baby boy's much smaller body with a 'pop'. Tomura manages to watch, though his eyes are half-lidded with the full body bliss that comes with his orgasm now, as he fills Dabi with his cum. As his stomach swells a little bit more, just enough to show that he is full as his cum pours into his body. 

It takes Tomura a minute, soaked in his cum, in Dabi's slick, held so tightly inside of his body, for him to stop shaking from tail to tip with how good it feels to be locked inside of his moonbeam like this. But when he manages to regain some of his composure, he reaches back down for his omega's cock.

Dabi whimpers, shaking his head weakly, even though he's so hard and leaking again as he presses up against the bulge in his stomach. 

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks, nuzzling his cheek as he tries to give him more attention in whatever way he needs to to help take him through his discomfort and hesitation. 

"Again?" He mumbles, turning his face so that he can press his nose into his scent glands. "Soft?" Tomura's whole chest aches with tenderness as Dabi manages the words to ask for what he wants. 

"Anything you want, moonbeam." He promises, leaning down to press kisses to Dabi's forehead, his cheeks, his eyelids, anywhere he can to show him that he will never stop giving him this tenderness if he has a choice. "Slowly?" He asks, and Dabi's face pinks so cutely as he manages a little nod. 

Tomura smiles at him as he reaches for their nightstand. He keeps the drawer organized fastidiously so that he never has to worry about not being able to give his moonbeam anything he wants at a moment's notice. So it's easy to reach inside without really looking and pull out the leather case that he wants. It will take a little while for his knot to stop being swollen and for him to be able to get hard again, and Dabi wants this softness a second time. He wants to be so full of his cum that he's as warm from it as he is from the warm sun, and stay entangled in his arms for as many hours as he can get until their bodies force them from the bed. But he doesn't want to cum again before he has his knot inside for a second time. 

So Tomura opens the case and takes one of the wet wipes from the pouch and runs it along his baby's prick. He makes sure that he's clean enough for him to take the bottle of lube and the long metal rod with the slightly curved tip out of the case next. He hisses softly as Dabi's insides tighten around his length with anticipation, his baby leaking again just from how excited he is to be plugged up until Tomura has given him his knot a second time. It brings fresh heat to his veins too when he gets the sound dripping wet before he curls his fingers around Dabi's root to hold him still. He always savors the soft, high keen that comes out of him when he starts to press it inside. They have time before he's ready to fuck Dabi a second time, so he savors the way that every millimeter of the unrelenting metal stretching the inner channel of Dabi's body has his insides twitching and trembling around his cock. He teases it in and out, making the little hole at his tip gape, more pre gushing out each time he draws the sound back to force his baby boy's pleasure higher. But when he sees his balls starting to tighten and his little one starts to make more distressed sounds as he feels the orgasm he wants to hold off creeping closer, Tomura starts to fill him with the sound properly, pressing it in and in, watching as Dabi's back bows on the bed as he's made so full in two places. Tomura chuffs at him comfortingly, scenting him so sweetly as the first tears start to burn at the edge of Dabi's eyes and slip across his temples. 

"You're doing such a good job, little one," he murmurs, and that's enough. It's not like it was at the start with Dabi pulling away from him at every opportunity. He reaches back for him now. His arms curl around his neck, he pulls him closer, he makes Tomura dip his head so that he can lick at his ears in turn as Tomura presses his teeth to the scar that he's left on his precious bunny's neck. And his chest aches with his love. He wonders if any emotion he's ever tried to contain his body has ever felt stronger, but it doesn't matter. This is the one that he hopes, if his life had to be boiled down to nothing, is the one that would stand out. 

When his knot isn't swollen anymore, he starts to rock his hips into Dabi's body again. He builds their pleasure even more slowly, every thrust sending slick and cum gushing from his baby's hole. Tomura soaks in their pleasure, in the way that Dabi clings to him now as he tries to bring them both higher and higher. They could stay tangled in these sheets together forever and he wouldn't ever take for granted how wonderful it was when he spent so long thinking that he would never have this. That Dabi would find a way to tear himself apart before he could give him this warmth and love that is still a supernova behind his ribs. 

Tomura is lost in the sea of those feelings as Dabi arches up into him, his very breath sweet from his want as he manages to gasp, "Love you,", and sends that explosion even brighter through his chest. Love, love, love. He wasn't even sure that Dabi could fully understand what that was to him, why he clung to him so tightly when he should have given up on this after their first encounter. But oh, to have pruned away those thorns entangling his little bunny's heart and to find this feeling blooming at his core now? Worth every way he's drawn blood throughout the years. 

"I love you," he's never let himself say the words before, so scared that they would be too much, too big, too real, and they would send the prey scampering off like he was being hunted. But he says them now, means them so ardently. He holds onto Dabi a little tighter, kisses him a little harder, fucks him a little deeper, until both of their bodies are screaming for their release. And when his knot swells the second time, he watches as Dabi's balls go tight too and he lets out a weak howl as his orgasm tears through him without a proper release as the sound keeps him so full. Tomura revels in the way that his stomach swells again as his own orgasm ravages his body until there is nothing left inside of him. 

And Dabi whimpers and moans, his prick darkening as he is forced to say full and so achingly sensitive until Tomura's knot shrinks, taking less time to do so after already filling his moonbeam once today. When he's finally ready to pull out, he takes the sound from Dabi's cock at the same time, watching how his cum streams from his tip and pours from his hole as Tomura chuffs softly and presses on his stomach to make him flood their sheets. 

Dabi writhes, his cock twitching as it happens with another weak orgasm, and when he's finally drained and they're both soaked in their fluids, he doesn't do anything other than roll his body into Tomura's tucking himself into his chest like he can disappear inside the circle of his arms as he starts to purr, and purr and purr. Two years. It took two years for Tomura to ever hear Dabi purr, and now he thinks that he'd be content to stay here forever wrapped around his body and listening to it ring through his ears. 

But after about half an hour the cum is sticky and cold against their skin and his moonbeam's stomach growls, so he makes himself just as content with going to clean up with him and sit in their nest in the living room as they wait for their food to arrive. Dabi doesn't tell him that he loves him again, he doesn't thank him for staying by him throughout everything, but Tomura doesn't need any of that. Just having the rabbit turn to him when he needs something, just knowing that Dabi trusts him to be the one person in the world who has never let him down or turn his back on him, that's enough. 

He knows that Dabi understands now what it means for them to be mates despite everything before, and it's beyond worth it for him that Dabi would choose to still be his even though he's well enough now to pick someone else. 

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[mr-wrinkleton]

OBSESSED | MATT STURNIOLO

pairing . . . none.

in which . . . matt has a strangely strong obsession with your tits. and it seems as if his mouth does too.

ever since matt saw your chest for the first time it was like he found the most gorgeous think he had ever laid his eyes upon. and what made it better to him was the fact that your tits were attached to your body. his favorite person ever.

he was obsessed.

anytime he got the chance, his eyes lingered, stared, spent a good thirty seconds mesmerized by them. before you caught him and told him to quit staring before other people noticed.

whenever you were in a small top, his eyes always found their way towards your chest. the perfect amount of perky-ness. he loved it. how soft they were. it got his dick harder than it ever had been.

and it was clear to you. especially during sex. he always spent more time on your chest. his mouth sucking and biting. leaving dark red marks all over. the way his lips sucked and bit. trailing from one tit to the other, giving equal attention.

this particular night matt seemed way more attached to them then usual. the way your tits sat in the tank top you wore while you were hanging out that day sent him into a spiral. he first noticed when he was washing his hands, you leaning over the counter talking to him and your arms pushing your boobs together perfectly.

matt spent a good 20 seconds staring into the bathroom mirror, straight at your boobs. but you brushed it off as nothing.

and now you’re sitting in his lap, in your room, on your chair. matt’s lips stuck to your chest, sucking and biting like a mad man. “fuck, baby.” he mumbled, holding the back of your head as you let your neck go limp.

“that fucking shirt, it —mmh— does shit t’me.” another mutter under his red glossy lips. your hips grinded into his clothed dick, only getting off on the way his lips feasted on your tits.

usually when matt got as needy as he was right now, it was only a matter of time before it wasn’t just your boobs getting attention.

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a/n: lmao dare i say this is inspired by my own relationship and my own boyfriend 🙈 but yea anyone who says matt isn’t a tits guy is a liar.

🏷️ : @courta13 @emely9274 @sturniolotoast

[crxzytogether]

Listen im a mike defender through and through BUT MIKE WTF DUDE, go give your girlfriend a hug or reassurance or literally any comfort my goodness😭😭

[dirtytransmasc]

(modern got hc)

Theon let's Rickon play games on his phone just about whenever he wants and secretly loves scrolling through all of the terrible photos/videos the kid takes (even if it takes up all his storage).

[hayatoseyepatch]

Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ: Assigning positions I think the Love & Deepspace men would fuck you in. With twitter links! Mostly Inspired by Juno — Sabrina Carpenter.

Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ: Zayne|Rafayel|Xavier|Caleb|Sylus

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ: 3.5 k

Ｃｏｎｔａｉｎｓ: Multiple Characters x Fem!Reader

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ: NSFW visuals (videos) in the links, penetrative sex (duh), unprotected sex, praise, degradation, mentions of breeding, use of pet names, manhandling, somnophilia (Xavier’s), cock warming (Rafayel’s), spanking, choking, marking, semi-public sex (Zayne’s).

Ａｕｔｈｏｒ’ｓ Ｎｏｔｅ: Happy New Year everyone! (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭♡ I feel like it has been an absolute MINUTE since I’ve written anything, and even longer since I’ve done headcannons. But with this most recent quad I’m feeling inspired. My writer's block has been absolutely insane someone please save me. I’ve never done this type of post just wanted to test the waters with something different. We also have so little on Caleb so his may not stand the test of time, but we shall see LMAO. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

Ｘａｖｉｅｒ － Ｓｐｏｏｎｉｎｇ

Xavier wasn’t sure how he slept at night before having you in his arms again. Rousing from sleep he couldn’t help but smile into the back of your neck, nose burying itself in the hair that rested at the base of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. He never knew a smell could make him feel so at ease, but also stir up such heat in the pit of his stomach. His hands wandered your sleeping from, seeking out the warmth radiating from your skin. Nimble fingers slipping beneath the them of your sleep shirt, mind fuzzy and still glazed over with sleep. He was acting purely on instinct, and by the way you subtly arched your back into his touch as a large hand slipped beneath the swell of your breast — you were too.

The plush of your skin was so malleable beneath his fingers, thumb swiping the stiff peak of your hardened nipple as his lips kiss a trail up and down the side your neck. Swallowing a groan when his hips roll into the swell of your ass, not wanting to rouse you from your slumber just yet. His tongue slips past his lips to lick a fat stripe up the side of your neck before attaching his lips to the juncture where your shoulder met your neck. Desperation growing, the kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue, marking your skin as his hips continued to grind against you from behind. Xavier was so lost in the feel of you he nearly missed the groan that slipped from your lips and the way you began to grind back against him. Almost. Moving his lips to press against your ear, his voice is breathy and laced with yearning.

“Please bunny, need to be inside you, cant take it anymore.”

You were too groggy, still half asleep, so all you're able to muster is rolling your hips back on his own as your sign of approval. And that was all Xavier needed. Deft fingers pull your panties to the side, quick to also push down the waistband of his sleep pants, freeing his throbbing cock from their confines. He grips the base of himself with a shaky hand, using the head of his cock to part your folds. He allows himself a moment to swipe himself up your slit, collecting your wetness to use as lube. The head of his cock brushing your clit with every pass. Before long you finally felt the glorious stretch of him pushing past your entrance, sinking slowly inch by inch into your awaiting cunt. The both of you let out sighs of matched contentment as you take him to the base.

Xavier stays there for a moment, relishing the feel of your warmth engulfing him. However, his patience has its limits, and this yarning for you wins out as he begins to move. Xavier sets a steady pace from the start, using his grip on your breast and another on your hip as leverage to guide his thrusts, deep and shallow as his mouth continues it’s attention to the sensitive skin of your neck. Rocking his hips, angling them to hit that spot nestled deep inside you that has your vision blurring more with every pass. You knew neither of you would last long, not like this.

It seemed as if Xavier slept so much to simply replenish the energy needed to fuck you more. It was rare for you both to have a day off, and he didn’t intend on letting you leave this bed anytime soon. Not when your voice, airy and rasp from sleep, called his name so sweetly. Not when he could feel your walls spasming around him in an attempt to milk his cock for all he was worth. And especially not when you abruptly turn your head, lips slotting over his own in a desperate kiss, forcing him to swallow your moans as you came around his cock for the first of many times that day.

Ｚａｙｎｅ － Ｄｏｇｇｙ Ｓｔｙｌｅ

Zayne liked to consider himself a patient man, not one to lose his cool or one to give in when that patience is tested. But he is also a man, and everyone has their limits. Those limits being you coming into his place of work for your checkup lacking panties. He was suspicious from the moment you came in, wearing that smile that always alerted him to you being up to something. The small upward turn of your lips and poorly concealed anticipation lighting your features. He knew you better than anyone and always knew even the slightest change in you behavior. So as you sat on the examination table, he scrutinized you.

“What’s the matter? Is something wrong, doctor?”

That was his second inclination, the way you purred his profession title, as if the both of you did not share the same bed at night. With a lifted eyebrow he sanitizes his hands before sliding his gloves over deft fingers, scrutinizing eyes overlooking your frame. Taking this opportunity, you cross one leg over the under, the short length of your skirt revealing just whet you weren’t wearing underneath. Today had been a long day for Zayne, several surgeries and a booked schedule causing hm to miss his lunch. Hoping to get some reprieve with your presence he supposes at least it was thoughtful of you to bring him that lunch he missed out on.

 He wasted no time in locking the door to the examination room, coming to you in long strides before dropping to his knees. Strong, gloved, hands parting your thighs as he delves into your folds like a man starved. Zayne was usually a patient lover, taking his time to savor every part of you, making sure you’ve been thoroughly satisfied before indulging in his own pleasure. That was not the case today, eating your cunt until it was dripping with a combination of your arousal and his saliva, he stands to his feet. Not so much as bothering to remove his lab coat as he undoes his buckle. You only get a momentary glance of his cock before the world shifts. Using his strength to easily flip you over on the examination table. Bunching your skirt past your hips to expose your ass to his hungry gaze. A latex covered hand comes down on your ass in a harsh smack, fingers grasping the plump skin of your ass, using his grip to expose your dripping cunt to him. He sinks himself to the hilt with one harsh thrust. Leaning over to press his lips against your ear.

“You want to act like a slut, darling? Then I’ll fuck you like a slut.”

Zayne sets a steady pace from the start, relishing in the sounds he not only pulls from your lips but from your cunt as well. Loud squelching and the sounds of skin slapping against skin echo against the walls of the room. His fingers curling against the column of your throat, feeling your racing pulse beneath his fingers, as he uses his grip to aid in bouncing you back on his cock. He could feel the way your walls were fluttering around him, knowing the cut to your airflow with his earlier actions were sending you spiraling toward your release. Effortlessly he slides his free hand beneath you, fingers rubbing tight circles against your clit. Feeling you tighten around him coupled with hearing the begs and pleas that spill from your lips is all the encouragement Zayne needed. His hips lose the steady pace he had set opting instead to slap harshly and erratically against your own, chasing his high.

The sheer pleasure running through his veins is nearly overwhelming, spilling inside you with a groan. He was sure his sheer volume would be enough to rival your own, however he couldn't find it within himself to care too lost in the way you were making him feel. His hips continually rolling against yours even after he has spilled every last drop he had to offer deep within your walls, before the overstimulation he was giving himself becomes painful. He pulls from you, resting back on his heels, using a thumb to part you folds as he hungrily watches your cunt contract around nothing, his come starting to drip from your abused pussy, letting out a groan at the sight.

“How sweet of you to bring me lunch, darling. Now lets get you home for some rest, doctor’s orders.”

Ｓｙｌｕｓ － Ｍａｔｉｎｇ Ｐｒｅｓｓ

Sylus hated being away from you, between your job and Onychinus the both of you hadn’t been afforded the opportunity of spending too much time together as of late. Your opposing sleep schedules only aided in your recent separation, you coming home to him still asleep and just coming home as you opened your eyes. It was driving him mad. Pent-up frustration had his temper short and his trigger finger happy. So after an insistence from Luke and Kieran to return to your shared home early for the day, he would make no complaints. He hammed as he entered the home, seeing you just getting ready to tuck into bed. Eyes taking in the sight of you in nothing but one of his shirts, he was on you in an instant. Eyes rolling back at your scent, mixing with his own on your skin. Only to have you laid bare split open on his cock as quickly as he would allow himself to.

His hips don't falter, he keeps up his speed. Though each snap of his hips hitting deeper with each pass, angling his hips just right to find that sensitive spot deep inside your walls, grinning maliciously when he does so. His grip stays firm on the backs of your thighs keeping them pressed to your chest to reach the deepest parts of you. Loving the way your eyes roll back as you struggle to form even a coherent sentence from the way he used your body. His chuckle is deep, cruel, against your neck as you struggle to get out the syllables of his name. Coming broken between thrusts of his hips.

“Awh my poor little kitten, she’s getting her cunt fucked so good she can't even finish my name. Poor thing, here let daddy take care of you sweetie.”

He grins, reattaching his lips to your neck. Tongue, teeth, and lips marking the sensitive skin. He removes one hand from your knee. Eyes flickering with unbridled lust when our grip replaces his own, keeping your leg pressed where it was before he cold even obey you to do so. The thumb of his free hand slotting itself between your lips, eyes rolling back when your tongue circles the digit. Popping it from your mouth he used the coated wetness as lubrication to rub tight circles on your clit. Hips picking up pace in time with the kneading. His lips leave your throat capturing a sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking on it harshly, aiming to overstimulate all of your sensitive spots in tandem. A loud cry falls from your lips, your unoccupied hand flying to your lips in an attempt to muffle the sound, lest Luke and Kieran hear your cries for their boss within their rooms. Noticing the hand you attempt to use to cover your mouth he grabs your wrist pinning it to the mattress next to your ear with the hand that was just overstimulating your clit.

“Sorry sweetie, I want to hear every cry, curse and whimper that falls from those lips, let me hear you kitten.”

He wastes no time returning the pace he had set, loud squelching and your moans filling the room like the sweetest symphony. The coil had been tight in his abdomen, but he would hold out, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall over the edge before you had. He picks up the pace once more, thrusts growing sloppy under the pleasure. His thumb quickens its pace pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. He groans loud and deep feeling your walls slam down on his cock eyes rolling back as whines and whimpers fall from his lips as your own release triggers his own. His body trembles violently as he topples over the edge painting your walls white. He slows his thrusts, body shaking as he overstimulates you both just a little bit before his hips are finally still. He releases your legs, quick to readjust your form wrapping you around him and pressing a long loving kiss to your lips.

Ｒａｆａｙｅｌ － Ｃｏｗｇｉｒｌ

You weren’t sure how long you had been sat here, when your boyfriend had asked if you wanted to sit with him while he finished his painting, you hadn’t envisioned that you would be doing that sat on his lap with his cock nestled deep inside you. Cock warming with Rafayel never ended in just that, his pleading excuse of “It helps me concentrate, cutie, please?” had you falling for it every time. Every shift in his seat, every time he reached over to dip his brush in the paint on his pallet, sent his cock deeper inside your drooling cunt. You were sure he knew it too, felt the way that even plugged with his cock, your arousal still leaked around you both. That he felt it dripping down his skin. You could only hope this was nearly as torturous for him as it was for you. By the sweat forming on his brow, and the way his paintbrush trembled in his grasp, you were sure it was.

And you would be correct.

It wasn’t long until the painting was long forgotten, Rafayel’s lips consuming your own, as if on a mission to lose himself in the embrace. Skilled hands removed your dress with ease, the lingering paint on his skin, staining your own as you hastily removed his shirt. His eyes zeroed in on the colors adorning your skin, a tangible reminder of his touch, he places a hand on your back to steady you, reaching over to coat his hand in the paint that was on his easel. He grips your wrist as he rolls his hips up into your waiting cunt, lips attaching themselves to the delicate skin of your collarbone, kissing a trail up to the shell of your ear. His hot breaths against the sensitive skin has a shiver raking up your spine in his grasp.

“Go on cutie, put your hand in the paint, want you to make a masterpiece on my skin, my muse.”

Grabbing your wrist, he dips your hand in the paint, just as he had done. A desperate whine slips past your lips when he thrusts sharply upward, hands gripping his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin in their grip. Using your hold on him as leverage to keep bouncing on his cock, the paint marking him, the sight of it on his skin makes your head fuzzy. Seeing the remnants of you on him has you touching him more, smearing the paint on his skin. You continue your movements, bouncing on his cock in time with his upward thrusts. Head dipping downward to capture a pebbled nipple between his lips, tongue laving over the bud as the sound of skin against skin fills the studio.

Your thighs tremble from the burn of exertion of your repeated movements. Sensing you were coming to your end, Rafayel comes to your aid. Hands gripping the plush of your hips as he fucks up into you, heels digging into the bar at the bottom of his stool to ground himself as he meets each one of your thrusts with one of his own. He knew your body like the back of his hand, every tremble, every quiver of your cunt, every desperate sound that fell from your lips he could identify as you nearing your end. His mouth switches to pay attention to your opposite nub teeth and tongue giving it the same treatment in time with the push of his hips. Pulling from you with a 'pop' to grit his teeth, baring down to keep his composure before you were able to release before him. He lets you pull him close hips snapping relentlessly thrusts growing sloppy as he feels your walls clamp down on his cock in your release. It sends him hurtling to his own release hips slapping violently against your own as he paints your insides with a loud scream of your name. His thrusts slow making sure he had filled you with every drop he had to offer. Heart racing, as his arms wrap around you and he pulls your trembling form to his chest pressing tender kisses everywhere his lips could reach.

“Such a good girl for me, cutie. Look at you, I think this might just be the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Ｃａｌｅｂ － Ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎａｒｙ

Caleb had always thought himself lucky to have spent so much time with you. He had the privilege of watching you grow, being by your side through so many monumental moments in your life. Birthdays, graduations, holidays — he got to spend every last one of them by your side. But the more you both grew older the more he realized you hadn’t seen him the way he had seen you, at least he hadn’t thought so. The way you had always treated him had felt so platonic, with no hope for you to ever see the way he had felt for you For him it was never platonic, being in love with you for longer than he could remember. And now, even as you both hastily pulled your lips from each other only long enough to rid each other’s clothes from your trembling bodies, he couldn’t believe you were finally his.

Caleb had dreamed of this for years. Having you like this, being able to touch you like this, seeing the way your face contorted in pleasure as you trembled beneath him. For once seeing him differently, not the sweet boy from your childhood, but as a man. Could only imagine the delicious way his name would sound not in the way he had always heard it but practically purred when laced with lust-fueled ecstasy. He was basking in it. The way you felt beneath his fingers as you trembled from his touch. Had fisted his cock on lonely nights to the mere thought of ever having you like this. Had spilled into his palm as he finished with your name on his lips.

But now he had you, and he had no plans on letting you go any time soon. He lets out a groan into your neck as he sinks into you, inch by agonizing inch until he was buried balls deep in your awaiting cunt. His eyes roll back at the way you greedily pull him in deeper, the fluttering walls of your cunt urging him to begin to move. He starts with deep shallow thrusts, wanting to savor the feeling of your welcoming walls after so many years of yearning. Needing to feel your deepest parts and enjoy every moment of being connected with you. However, he had his limits and the sweet way you cooed his name as you urged him on has him picking up the pace. His hips setting a steadfast pace, going deeper with each pass, gripping your hips as you call out his name.

He can't help it, the feeling of your velvety walls surrounding him, sucking him in for all he was worth, he throws his head back with another loud groan as he slowly withdraws his hips, pulling back until just the mushroom tip of his cock remains inside. With a perfect snap of his hips, aided by the sheer amount of wetness that had gathered to this point he enters back in with ease before picking up the pace again. His gaze returned to you, only to see how your arm was thrown over your face shielding you from him and muffling the sweet sounds spilling from your lips. Grabbing your wrist, he pins it firmly against the mattress beneath you, striking eyes boring into your own.

“Look at me, pipsqueak. I want you to keep your eyes on me.”

Caleb's voice came out gruff, desperate, as the pads of his fingers sank into the plush of your cheeks — forcing your gaze to remain locked on his own. The nickname you had heard your whole life now took on a different edge, sounding almost foreign to our ears.

“Need to see the look in your eyes as you lose yourself on my cock baby.”

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C*M RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE ☆

☆ sum. what’s bed chem? where they like to finish inside, when you both arrive at the same time, and the thermostat’s set at six-nine. toji, nanami, choso, gojo, sukuna.

warnings. fem! reader, established relationships, unprotected, premature ejac, lots of cúmplay, ōral (m! receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstim, impact play, squírting, bōob job, manhandling, size kink, spít, brēeding kink.

☆ NANAMI KENTO - TUMMY.

nanami was a gentleman—he didn’t mind filling you up, but he’d rather prefer to paint your tummy instead. he’d always have you in missionary too, giving you deep passionate strokes whilst he’s buried nose deep near the crook of your neck. “sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good,” he softly rasps as blond tresses of hair glue against his perspiring skin. with just how close he was—you feel his husky pants ghost against your skin, nearly tasting his loud rosemary cologne scent. “mmh, missed you all day at work. had a boner in my meeting ‘n everything.”

“y- yeah?” you pant right with him, weak arms wrapping around his broad narrow shoulders. nanami’s so slow that it’s almost painful, trying to make every thrust count. you’re slathering his entire cock with nothing but your slippery slick, hearing the weeping sloshes purr from beneath your folds. he was hitting you good, and the back of your ankles find themselves running down his chiseled back. with a sheepish smile—you meet his mahogany-eyed gaze, moaning put sweet nothings. “you weren’t thinkin’ about me in your meeting, were you ‘ken?”

“ah,” he grunts, “you know i was, sweetheart,” and he’s staring at you with the most warmest expression. his soft fawn eyes linger on you the entire time and he brings a tender kiss near the twitching corner of your mouth. “all i think about is you,” he kisses near underneath your chin. “only you,” and you moan once he sneaks a hand down between your sprawled open thighs, giving your stuffed pussy a loving pat. “and of course her.”

nanami’s pace slowly accelerated as he moved— you can’t help but drag your nails down his back, clinging onto him for dear life. “fuck,” your head falls back against the cushioned pillow that’s laid directly behind you. his hips, they were delicious.

nanami pounds into you in such a romantic way, and yet his thrusts were far more crude. he knew how to fuck, and he knew how to hit all the right spots to make you gasp. “kento, ohmygod,” you’d whine out his name constantly in sweet repeated syllables. “faster, ‘s okay, fuck me. fuck m- me.”

“such a naughty mouth my wife has,” he whispers, and his voice pitches—growing a bit raspy. he’s driving fat inches into you, jaggedly crashing his hips into you again and again. you moan, feeling strands of his hair tickle against your forehead. “oughta clean it,” his voice goes even lower, and the bass that lives on his tone makes you throb. he feels it—your spongy insides desperately convulsing around him. nanami cups your chin, pressing a wet chaste kiss against your lips. “faster, hm? ‘s that what you want, my love?”

as your eyes start to flicker back, rolling toward the very depths of your cranium—you whimper, babbling out pathetic whiny cries by this point. “y- yes, faster please ‘ken. need it, fuck me.”

his body sticks against yours practically - skin against skin, and he’s attached to you like velcro.

your cunt’s soaking him fully and it makes him bite the inside of his hollow cheek. nanami reaches onto the wooden-made headboard with a single burly arm, and you moan at the sight of his bulging muscles flexing from his grasp. “i see you checking me out, honey,” he chuckles, his hips bucking even quicker. you whimper once his cock kisses up against your clit. it scratches such a carnal itch in your brain that makes your thighs almost collapse. fuck, he found the spot, he found that spot and now you were sure your brain was short-circuiting. fuzziness coils at your brain before you cutely try to paw your hands at his arms. “go ‘head. feel me up, sweetheart. these muscles belong all to you.”

as your hands feel against his brick hard muscles, nanami’s blond brows contort into a furrow once he feels a sudden familiar strain. “oh, god,” and you feel this pace gradually slow down. he bites his lip, still holding onto the headboard while another hand grips your waist. “honey, you’re gonna make a mess out of me again, fuck.”

nanami rarely swears—but when he does, it makes you throb. he tries not to, but whenever he’s stuffed deep inside of your cunt, he can’t help it. you’re clinging onto him with your pretty thighs wrapped around his slim waist. “cum, ‘ken.” you moan, flimsy arms wrapping around his tense shoulders. nanami’s weight hovers over you completely, and he feels your finger twirl against his faint blond chest hair. he huskily groans, giving you those last final deep strokes before shooting complete blanks.

with quickness, nanami pulls his cock out— and he sprays globs of satiny ribbons right on your bare tummy. he groans as his pink lips purse together and he’s shaking. your pussy’s so soaked, and he only imagined what would happen if he came inside. the thought purged his mind—flooding his thoughts, and he takes a few seconds before collapsing right on your chest.

“are you alright?” he pants, resting his chin between your breasts. for a faint moment, you see him pouting and you kiss his forehead. a sheepish grin spreads against his lips before you feel him softly pressing down on your tummy. “i wasn’t too harsh, was i?”

“again, kento,” you playfully coo, and he’s taken by surprise once you suddenly get up, lightly shoving him on his back. landing with a quiet ‘oof,’ nanami falls back against the bed with a timid look in his eyes, allowing you to straddle his lap. “this time, inside though.”

“yes ma’am,” he replies in a cheeky tone, still sweating as he brings his broad bare hands toward your waist. “let’s see if you can handle me, sweetheart,” and you moan once he abruptly spanks your ass, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “your move.”

☆ CHOSO KAMO - TITS.

“get on your knees,” choso mumbles, remembering you wanted him to be a bit more rough whenever it came to intimate activities. he’s got the biggest pout though as he’s stroking himself awkwardly, a pout twisting against his pink lips. “…please,” he murmurs quietly, watching as you got down on your knees, reaching an arm behind you to unclasp your bra. choso’s already panting as he gawks, swollen round thumb grazing up against his veiny bulging cock. “good girl, good.”

“you remember what to do next, baby?” you sweetly hum, cupping each of your springy tits. god, you looked so pretty. choso loved finishing on your chest. after you demonstrated to him what a ‘boob job’ was, he became obsessed. sure, he liked finishing inside too but he always preferred this—spraying creamy ropes near your breasts, and his favorite part was to always shove his cock in between them.

you taught him a lot, and maybe he was far dirtier than you expected.

with a nod, he continues to pump his cock into his hand before groaning out a, “mhm,” and he kisses his teeth. already, he was close. you drove him crazy - you and him both knew that, and it makes him get harder at realizing how big of a mess he’s about to make - on you.

choso’s cock was so pretty — it’s long, and stands tall right before your eyes. your eyes rove at how it’s got a slight left lazy curve due to how heavy it was, as well as having a prodding vein running down the middle of his shaft. you can’t help but lean in, lapping your tongue against the vein as you bounce your doughy twin mounds with the palm of your hands. “f- fuck, baby you’re teasin’ me,” he moans, a hand of his grabbing onto the top of your head. dewy eyes of yours slowly glance up at him and you hum, licking a long playful stripe right down from his swollen tip until you reach his shaven base. “ah, you don’t wanna wait, do you? should i just—”

“go ‘head, ‘cho,” you coo, twiddling your thumbs against the sensitive nubs of your nipples. doing so, you make yourself twitch between your legs and you moan, giving his achy tip a quick kiss.

“o- okay,” he swallows thickly, and his breaths become more and more shallow. choso’s abs tighten and clench and you watch how a single drop of sweat races down the very center. he’s got the prettiest expressions. his lip quivers before he gnaws on it, letting off a soft whine at the tightening pressure that’s arising against his cock. “baby, tell me if it’s too much,” he mumbles with pouty lips, and that’s when he aligns his shaft in between your jiggling breasts. a perfect fit, he moans immediately once you sit up with a teasing smile, circling your tits around repeatedly. “fuck, keep doin’ that. touch yourself, uh huh.”

as your hands cling onto your plump breasts, he’s slowly thrusting his dick in between your tits. you feel that same prodding vein that runs against his shaft against your skin and you sigh. “cum, choso. give it t’ me.” you softly utter, never breaking eye contact. choso practically had heart eyes — only you could talk to him like that and make him entirely weak. he lets off a sweet elongated moan, watching with saucer-wide eyes as his hardened dick’s gradually disappearing in between the valley of your breasts.

“ngh, ‘m cumming,” he groans in a low voice, inhaling his final sharp breath. as choso’s nostrils flare up, it’s only then that he abruptly cums on your chest, painting the upper part of your frame with his creamy white color. “mmh, shit,” his head tosses back, and his dick finally grows flaccid. choso’s soft now, and his tip’s still the same rosy white, streams and streams of speedily dribbling from the sides. he’s huffing as a bit of it plops on your cheek and you swipe a thumb against it, lapping it right up. “baby, you’re s- so dirty.”

“for you,” you reply in a honeyed tone, leaning in more to slowly swirl your tongue around his throbbing crowned tip. foaming minuscule bubbles ooze from the reddened head of his cock and he groans, still feeling the euphoric after effects of his body. the sensitivity of it all feels good, and it leaves an unforgettable sweet taste in his mouth. you’re still on your knees and as he’s coated the entire parts of your tits with spurts of hot dripping cum. you lick your lips, giving his tip one more kiss. “you did so good, baby. good boy.”

with his dick still in hand, his eyes widen at your praise and it’s so cute—he’s got literal heart eyes forming before his pout returns.

“… say that again,” he gruffs, a thumb delicately smearing against your glossed lips. you were covered in his mess, and he only wanted to do it more. “please, say that again.”

with a sheepish smile, you hum. “good boy?”

“mm,” he moans from just your words, and you gasp once he suddenly lifts you up. choso’s panting, and you realize he’s leading you toward the bedroom. “i- i need to show you just how much of a ‘good boy’ i can be. h-heh.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO - INSIDE.

“fuuckk, dunno who’s the bigger slut right now, baby girl. you or these. damn. hips.” toji groans, enunciating each virile thrust.

raven shaggy strands block his semi-blurred eyesight as his own sculptured hips continue to punctuate each hit against your very core. you’re moaning until the cords in your throat goes strained—he’s got you laid flat on the bed. ass up, face down.

his favorite, toji loved his doggystyle.

not only did he love it though, he was fucking mean. each jackhammering clap of his hips sends you whiplash as multiple breaths snatch out from your throat. “yeaaahhh, take it. fuckin’ take it. move that ass against me, don’t be lazy,” he grunts, verdant eyes peering at the doughy globes of your rear jerk and toss back against him. with a swatting hand going towards your left ass cheek, he grabs your hip with another. “oh, c’mon. you can move quicker than that big girl. thought you could take me.”

“hngh, i can,” you mewl out, hearing your own cunt retaliate against his teasing. he’s buried so deep that the crown of his cock’s just sloppily making out with your cervix. so big, the crooked stretch of his dick always makes you drool, aching for more within each pivotal stroke. you feel a scarred thumb of his caress down the juncture of your jittery waist as your cheek smushes up against your pillow. “toji, you’re jus’ fuckin’ big.”

“watch that mouth,” he swats a palm against your ass again, making you moan. the bed beneath you both wails out a plethora of groans, sounding as if it the headboard was about to shatter into a million pieces. the cocky authority in his low deep voice makes your cunt twitch — and oh, does he feel it. “cute, strugglin’ ‘ta take me ‘n yet your pussy’s tellin’ me something else,” and once he leans further in, his chest brushing up against your back, he’s even deeper. toji’s swollen fat crown massages through your walls and you whimper, feeling his hand softly wrap around your throat. “you’re soaking me, you know that? ‘n you said you weren’t even that wet, liar. .”

your eyes gradually droop once he creeps his hand up toward your face, popping two fingers into your mouth. “put that bratty fuckin’ mouth to use,” a husky voice whispers against the shell of your ear. you happily take his two digits, swirling your tongue around the thickness of them both whilst he’s still ruthlessly pounding you. your ass sticks up in the air and he groans, continuing to hump his hips achingly against your backside. “fuck, good girl. get my fingers wet. gonna shove ‘em right in this sloppy pussy later,” and he hears you let off a sweet needy coo. spanking your cunt with his free hand, he licks near your neck. “oh? you’d like that, huh doll?”

shamelessly, you nod at his words and he darkly chuckles. cute, even with your throat being stuffed with his fingers. and you’re nothing but a mess too. strings of spit drizzle down the inner crevices of your mouth as your tongue curls around his fingers. “shit, y’er gonna make me cum,” his breath grows shaky, and he hears your pussy starting to whine out airy moans of itself. gummy flesh sticks against each other from each thrust and it’s hard. both gripping mounds of skin clash amongst each other at full force and the impact rings through your ears. toji groans, feeling his full base starting to tighten and his jaw clenches. “gotta make this tummy plump again, just … gotta,” and his hips dramatically buck, plummeting every length inch inside of your sopping sweet cunt. “f- fuck!”

toji gets humbled by his own release before he cums—and he groans. that final merciless shimmy of his hips rigidly sealing the deal. within seconds, he’s cumming—emitting out masses of thick slimy ropes that quickly sprays the inner lining of your pussy. your mouth’s still full of his fingers and your lashes flap, eyelids becoming insignificantly heavy. you weakly grind your hips back on him and toji’s loudly grunting. “god, i need .. a minute,” and a drop of sweat races down his sculpted v-line. a hand combs through his shaggy unkempt hair as he’s still pumping you with such salacious virility. “ugh. gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. swollen all u-up,” and his voice falters once his cock finally finishes it’s sloppy spurts.

you felt warm, a few remnants of cum tear and ooze down the undersides of your thighs—he came that much, and you only wanted more. whenever toji came inside, he’d always think about making your tummy round ‘n plump again.

“t- tojiii,” you whine, his fingers popping out of your mouth. he slowly scissors his fingers together, glancing at the glistening trail of saliva you’ve gifted his digits before he gradually pulls his cock out. your thighs were sprawled open and you could just feel his dangerous eyes bore into your back. “fuck, ‘m full.”

“good,” he rasps, smearing a fat thumb down your drooling clit. velvety ropes of cum—globs of it leak out from your folds and you’re just stupidly smothered into the pillows - fucked entirely stupid. toji’s chest heaves in and out before he brings his thumb up to his scarred lips, getting a taste for himself. “hn. not bad. now roll that ass over, baby. ‘m not done givin’ you a good fill.”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN - ASS.

sukuna rarely pulls out but when he does, he likes to finish on your ass.

he loves more than anything to spank you until you’re whining from the swatting stings, constantly moaning out his name until your voice wears itself thin.

“your pussy’s always so weak,” he snarls, submissively having you on all fours. his chambers were quiet - minus the loud smacks of bodies clapping against each other every few thrusts.

his hips were maddened—he’s got you face down, fat cheek shoved into the silky made sheets with your tongue lolled out of your mouth. “ ‘s a shame, thought i trained it well,” the demon tsks, and your tummy curls once you feel his turgid tip swivel around your spongy insides. riiiight there, he hits every spot, feeling you slather all nth inches of his dick with your honeyed slick.

crimson red eyes peer at how well his dick continues to disappear within your walls—over and over, you’re gripping down on him like a vice and it makes him hiss. “there we go. there’s that pathetic squeeze,” and you moan, feeling him reach down to maneuver evil circles against your cunt. so sensitive, you writhe back against his hips and his forked tongue licks against the inside of your neck. “aw, someone’s pussy needed some lovin’ too, huh,” and as his warm breath ghosts against your skin, his thrusts grow sloppier. you shudder, feeling beads of sweat race down the cracked valley of your ass.

“suku—”

“quiet, woman,” he shushes you, a sharp nail softly grazing down your skin. you moan, taking in every lengthy inch until your toes curled. sukuna’s hips were just downright brutal—you were gasping as he moved, his pace growing completely crazed and relentless. you could barely keep up, and although he’d never say it aloud because his pride wouldn’t let him, he found it adorable. as his hands continue to toy against your stuffed squelching cunt, he groans against your ear. “hear that?” he purrs against your skin, each saturated slosh getting louder than the next, a wolffish grin curls against his lips. “you wait your turn to speak, right now it’s hers.”

your eyes were already starting to roll back, he’s hitting you deep, and that crooked curve of his cock makes you salivate everytime. “o- ooh,” you’d whimper out, feeling the fabric of his kimono tickle against your skin from each swift movement he makes. his angry tip smacks against your clit and it’s just so rude - hitting and slapping away repeatedly until your brain’s complete mush. he was right though - you were incredibly wet. your pussy was more of a crybaby than you were. the sloshing sounds pour out from your cunt bounce off the regal walls of his royal chambers and that’s when you shriek. “ ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum ‘kuna—fuck.”

“thought i told ya to keep quiet, princess,” bruising your pulsating clit continuously until you’re seeing nothing but stars. your vision glimmers, and you can see the entire galaxy, all from his deep, deep thrusts. “but, fine,” and the curse groans, knowing he was reaching his monumental high too. sukuna’s giving you his all, his pace was insanity, insane—just like he was.

his skin glues against yours after each hard ferocious thrust, sharp smacks swatting against your skin. “fuck, better take it,” and you moan once he spanks your ass again. “i didn’t tell you to stop arching, little girl. keep up.”

you moan, his swollen fat ridge of his cock continuing to drag in and out of your dripping cunt, screaming out cute squelching ‘pop’s until you’ve just about had it. here it comes, you prepare a long breath before you end up squirting right down on his cock. you’re squeezing around him tightly, clamping against him and he grunts before shortly following your lead. sukuna’s hips get sloppy, and by this point he’s just humping you from behind.

“k- kuna, fuck,” you whimper, growing quiet once clods of frothy white cum start to bubble down the sides of his thick shaft. veins prod from each sides as he’s filling you up, and it’s so much. you’re salivating, feeling his hands claw up and down your body — a wordless indication that you’re his and his alone. both of you groan in unison and as you finish gushing out on him, sukuna grunts.

“good,” he murmurs, glancing down at the translucent ring that starts to form around his full base. you’re sopping wet, so much that it’s almost pathetic. even more now that he’s gave you his cum, and sukuna watched as you bawl your empty hands into the ivory colored sheets, making a cute attempt at trying to crawl away.

“runnin’ away so soon? get back here,” he purrs, and you moan once he drags you back with his hips, a low chuckle leaving from his lips. sukuna licks down your spine before a wide thumb smears against your cunt. your folds still ooze with sultry cum before he playfully bites against your neck. “you’re still weak. pussy needs more training,” and you gasp once he leans further in, pulling your hips back down once you tried to sit up.

“now, arch girl.”

☆ GOJO SATORU - MOUTH.

whenever you go down on satoru, he’s just so pretty.

leave it to him to always make the most sluttiest facial expressions, while moaning out even sluttier moans. his long, slender fingers grip against your hair, tugging at your scalp lightly as your head continues to bobble.

“oh, fuck. that’s it baby. god, you ‘n that mouth,” he huffs, and you can hear his tone shake once you teasingly skim your tongue down the side of his cock. streams of saliva pour past the corners of your lips as he’s encouraging you to go faster and faster. thin snowy brows compress together and he even bites down on his bottom lip, flexing his perfectly chiseled muscles all because of you. satoru’s right thigh starts to bounce and he grunts, hearing the sloshing wet sounds—the way you take him fully in your mouth. his flushed tip continues to thwack back against your uvula and he hears you moaning yourself, despite it being muffled. “mhm, use that tongue. don’t be shy, wanna see you do that thing again, b- baby. spit on it.”

departing your lips from his dick, you take a second to breathe—satoru watches with dilated pupils and needy eyes, cupping your chin. “go on,” his bottom lip quivers, and although he’s trying to keep up his tough dominate act, he’s already pouting. you have a smug smile, positioning your spit-slick lips toward his crimson tip, before gathering up a nice amount of saliva. lustrous strings tug from your lips, landing on the head of his cock and he grunts—you go back to sucking him off again with a few croaking sounds leaving the back of your throat. his tip’s fat, his girth even fatter. it reaches all the way inside of your mouth, until your pretty cheeks were all puffed and full. “god, you’re so fuckin’ nasty, baby,” he starts to whine, and he can feel himself getting close - too close. with low half lidded eyes, he watches as you use a hand to stroke up and down his length, sliding your tongue all around his twitching veins that print on his hardened cock.

satoru’s legs were about to collapse—he felt it. there’s a lump growing in the back of his throat as he watches you, sloppily thrusting his hips into your mouth. “talk s- so much, all you needed was dick ‘ta keep you fed, huh?” and even his dirty talk’s becoming whiny. you had him weak, he’s feeling himself tighten and he groans once your eyes meet his. you’re so smug, he hates it - but it secretly turns him on. your pace grows relentless. as he continues to have a big hand gripped on the back of your head, making you go even further down—he lets off a gasping wheeze. “shit, ‘m gonna cum. ugh, gonna cum baby,” and as his breath starts to grow more shallow, he uses another hand to stroke your cheek. “c- can i fill up this mouth again, angel? pretty please?”

“mmph,” you nod, finding your own hand creeping down between your legs to touch yourself. you were soaked, briefly drooling from the crevices of your thighs with slick. satoru’s breath hitches before his weak pumps inside of your throat starts to get slower and slower.

the second he cums—he lets off a maddened growl. it’s cute, it shoots out in thick ropes that paint all over your tongue. it was a lot too, his poor swollen tip’s all red as you’re letting him fill your mouth with such bittersweet heaps of cum. he perfectly paints near the roof of your mouth too. satoru’s face twists as he’s dumping everything out—he’s got the cutest expression, but with the way he’s panting and moaning loudly, it’s even more lewd.

his brows furrow and he’s still trying to pump his flaccid dick into you, he wraps a hand around it before letting off a shivering groan. “that’s a g- good girl,” he says through clenched teeth, slowly dragging his cock away from your lips. he loved seeing you like this, on your knees with your lips all swollen and plump. “hah, don’t swallow yet baby. let ‘toru get a good look first.”

as your knees bury into the soft minuscule fibers that make up the carpet floor, he cups a hand under your chin. your cheeks were still full and round, storing such amounts of his candied seed before he leans down. “say ah,” he demands in a shaky tone, watching as you immediately pry open your mouth. satoru feels his dick twitch at the sight of how he poured so much down your throat, tiny velvety bubbles bubbling all around. “good. . good girl,” and he finally tells you to swallow, ogling once you take in, savoring every bittersweet drop. a thumb briskly swipes against your damp lips slowly before he inhales a sharp breath, lowering himself to your head level. “now gimme a kiss. don’t be g- greedy, i want a taste too.”

once you lean in to kiss him—he moans right inside your mouth, luxuriating in the taste of himself lingering on his tongue. satoru tastes minty, a coolly mint taste forevermore stays on his tastebuds. “fuck,” he groans between sloppy kisses, and you feel his hands slither around your waist. they go toward your ass, giving it a nice squeeze and hearing you cutely gasp. once your mouth opens just a bit more, he delves his long tongue down your throat. satoru keeps moaning in your mouth, and that’s when you feel him starting to grind himself against you. his cock that now hangs was so soft, tears of dried cum pathetically leaking from the sides. with loud lips and teeth clashing amongst each other, he abruptly stands up again, wrapping a hand around his cock. “ngh, tongue. stick it out again, baby.”

you do, lolling it out and he whispers out a ‘fuck,’ once he sees your own drool streaming down your chin, landing on your tits. such a tease, satoru scoffs with a pout before bringing his achy cock up to your lips. “s- still hungry?” the white haired man asks with a quivering lip, smacking his tip against your tongue. you moan, the loud echoey slaps from his dick slapping on your tongue. you give him a nod and he’s got a sleazy grin, staring at your cute attempts to try and suck him off again. “heh, ‘course you are. such a cock drunk baby,” and with one more smack against your twitching tongue with his swollen tip, he starts to ease his way down your tight throat again. groaning, he huffs.

“n- now open niiiiice ‘n wide, baby. ‘m gonna give you that full, all you can eat, f- fuck.”

[nochepsicodelica]

Just thoughts of Toji being the most clingy, obsessed, bear boyfriend ever. You could be getting up from the couch to go get something to snack on from the kitchen and he'll hum and click his tongue like that's a no no, not even looking up at you when you stand, as he asks "where are you going?" in his deep voice. It makes you sit down again, but if he feels you're even an inch off from where you sat before, he'll fix that so quickly, bringing you right back to where you were, thigh to thigh with him.

Even when you're sleeping he likes to keep you attached to him. He either tangles his legs with yours or puts his leg over your hip when he's spooning you. If you're sleeping facing him, he keeps a hand on your back and digs his palm in so that you're pressed as close as you can comfortably be against him.

Oh, but mornings are a task and a half with him. It's hard enough to escape his arms because when you do manage to get out, he catches you by the hem of your shirt, not caring if it gets stretched out, and pulls you right back into his arms and doubles down on strapping you tightly in his hold by wrapping his forearm around your bare waist and keeping one of your legs locked between his. He grunts when you successfully escape, and roll out of bed. He's squinting, barely opening his sleep ridden eyes to look at you, yet he's dead set on luring you back into bed with him. He taps his hand on the space directly in front of him and mumbles a low "Come back" that brings you back, even if it made you roll your eyes. If you don't get back into bed, he follows you around all grumpy and groggy. Rests his chin in his palm all sleepy as he sits down and watches you make breakfast.

Speaking of food, he will not get out of the way when you're cooking. He's that attached to you. You're cutting vegetables and he has his arms wrapped around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. If you cut yourself because you're trying to move too fast, he's dragging you over to the kitchen sink to rinse off the cut and wrapping your finger in a paper towel just for the time it takes him to run to the bathroom and get a bandaid. Will mumble into your ear, telling you to slow down when you start rushing your chopping again. Hums into your neck as you put all the prepped ingredients into a big pot. He ignores the stressed sighs you let out as you try to jump from space to space with him latched onto your back. King of "can I try it?" You tell him no and every five minutes he goes "can I try it now?" "How about now?" "Smells good. Now?"

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During sex, he likes getting all the skin to skin he can get with you. Doggy style? He's leaning his body over your back and holding onto your tits as he rams into you. You're riding him? He has his hands on your hips, his forearms resting on your thighs. During missionary, he runs his hands all over your body, but since he wants to look at you as you lose your mind over how he fucks you, he refrains from leaning into you unless it's for the purpose of kissing or marking up your body. Loves prone bone because he gets to weigh you down and slowly make love to you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear in that honey-like voice.

Yeah... just Toji being a suffocating, clingy bear.

[thalwri]

STUFF ME!

synopsis: your mission to collect intel on an auction seems to be going well until sylus catches an unexpected jealous streak.

warnings: porn no plot, couch sex, creampie, super loud possessive sex

wc: 1,2k

sylus was not a jealous man. he wasn’t.

he knew himself as a well assured person without much that could deter him. he knew you were capable of handling yourself well in any situation and that you were loyal to him just as he was to you.

but for some reason he couldn’t figure out why he felt a small agitating tick in his neck when he watched your flirt with an auctioneer to gather information for him. the way you smiled at him, the fact that his grimy hands touched you on your arm, his mere presence within your vicinity– it was maddening.

and that was why– just a floor above the auction hall in your hotel suite– he was balls deep inside you.

you hadn’t even managed to reach the bedroom before your clothes slipped off, your lips were attached to each other, and your hands wandered all over to places only you two had the privilege of touching.

your nails were deep enough to make sylus’ back bleed for how hard he was ploughing into you. his face was buried in your pretty breasts, swollen with arousal and slick from his tongue sucking harsh love bites onto you, bounced with each slap of your hips snapping together.

“sy– wait–“ you hiccuped but your pleas fell to deaf ears. you were overstimulated, overwhelmed and yet so hungry for more.

that relentless goal to drill his cock into you and stuff you until you were only capable of saying his name drove you insane. you didn’t think he’d get this jealous. you didn’t even know it was possible.

“i didn’t like– ah– how he was looking at you.” halfway through the route to painting you with his cum for the second time, sylus’s jealousy had long faded. now he was just relishing in enjoying you– enjoying the process of bringing you to exhaustion just from pleasuring you.

he gave your lips a long sloppy kiss, imagining torturing your clit with his tongue and feeling your walls tighten around his fingers. he knew how much you loved it, and he loved seeing you squirm. your tongues swirled and bumped, leaving you both so wet and hot.

“wanted– fuck, sy– wanted you to–“ you were babbling at that point reaching orgasm number three, all while feeling empty because he decided to punish you by cumming on you instead of deep inside knowing how much you loved it. he was being so, so cruel. leaving you so soaked with your only way of leaking on him is with your own slick and the ring of cream decorating his thick cock.

your back arched just as he bullied his tip consistently at that deliciously vicious pace right on your sweet, sensitive spot. and yet, it felt so tender at the same time. his lips peppered your skin like butterflies tickling your skin, his thumbs massaged your hips while his grip tightened in the gradual slip to lose control. 

“so warm,” his hips pounded into yours at your favourite angle to the point where his heavy sacks were slapping your skin, making that familiar wet plap! plap! plap! noise with the squelches of your soaked pussy being rammed into. “you looked so good tonight, sweetie.”

you couldn’t do anything other than moan out, clawing your nails on his back, fruitlessly sucking on the muscle of his shoulder to not be so loud. the walls weren’t that thick and if room service came by to deliver the meals you had preordered earlier that night, they’d hear the most obscene sounds imaginable. 

the most lewd cries and babbling rambles escaping your pretty lips.

“gonna– gonna cu– god, please sy!” you whined as your walls clenched around his cock for the nth time that night. if your teeth weren’t clamped onto his shoulder you wouldn’t have seen him almost vibrate from the feeling of your pussy almost sucking the cum right out of him. 

“don’t worry– f-fuck–“ he moaned, slowly drawing back to plough his cock back into your weeping cunny. now he was just being mean. his eyes were slowly rolling back as he neared his edge. “ ‘m close too.”

it was just too good to pull out, too good to torture you more and more when he could sink deep in you nice and snug and decorate your walls like a fucking picasso. he just knew that image would beat any form of art. and that was just a loud reminder of how he was completely at your mercy. everything you wanted, he would give.

if his eyes could form heart shapes, he’d be the most love drunk, pussy drunk sucker that would do anything and everything for you. he wanted to spend hours tending to your needs and desires and satiating your insatiable greed for him.

his hand reached down to your aching clit to mercilessly rub circles and pinch at it like his favourite toy. a whimper slipped through your lips from the friction of your wetness between your clit and his fingers. if his relentless pounding wasn’t enough to tip you over the edge you were sure the stimulation to your raw bud would make you pass out.

your babbles turned into complete incomprehensible nonsense mixed with your lewd, slutty moans sounding like a symphony to sylus, just enough to give you one final thrust to bring you to an intense, explosive climax.

a hoarse cry ripped from your throat as your head threw back from the sheer pleasuring force, driving you into a pleasure-fuelled craze. not seconds after, thick hot cum spurted into you like a current washing into a shore.

your fluttering cunny took his seed squeezing around his cock to milk all of it out of him until he shot countless blanks. sylus continued to pound his cum deep into you, fucking you both through your orgasms.

felt so fucking good– so disrespectfully raw and nasty that you felt your stomach tighten and your hips buck against his, squelching the excess cum all over the couch. 

as the thrill began to ebb away, your breathless pants evened out. you moved your hands to stroke sylus’ back in bliss, kissing all the areas you brutally marked and bit him. sylus gently returned the gesture with his massages around your hips, cock still hard, twitching and throbbing, leaking his cum into you.

“i got intel,” you murmured. he groaned into your neck, and indication for you to say more. “the auction’s a dud. the weapons are all rip offs.”

a deep chuckle rumbled into your skin. “knew it.” his grip on your hips tightened as he readjusted his position on the couch to throw your legs onto you before trapping you beneath him with his cock twitching with fervent desire.

“good job, sweetie,” he pecked your lips with satisfaction then kissed you again, swiping your swollen lips with his tongue. “i think i’ll take care of getting intel from now on.”

it was safe to say you weren’t going to go back to that auction. or leave the suite until you were stuffed to the brim.

a/n: lemme feed you guys some good straight up smut

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pornstar!nanami, who has a ritualistic approach to his job—go in, deliver a stellar performance, give his co-star a real orgasm, get paid. he gets a lot of action out of his job, and rarely seeks out... personal trysts.

but pornstar!nanami meets you in a bar, as cliche as it is, and whiskey-dick must be a myth because there's no way he could ever struggle to get it up when you look like that. and he's a gentleman, he swears it, but the sight of you in even the most simple of situations makes him want to be a bad man—do bad things.

pornstar!nanami who buys you a drink and somehow convinces you, in your heavenly stature, to come home with him. he feels like a virgin all over again, wracked with excitement and electric nerves all the same. he feels bad for being so forward with you, but he'll make you breakfast in the morning to make up for his degrading lust.

pornstar!nanami who just can't wait to get home, despite you agreeing to come spend the night. he's upset with the lewd forefront of his mind, but doesn't give himself long to lecture his own self before he's urging you into the dingy bathroom and attaching his lips to yours.

pornstar!nanami who wants to be a sweetheart, wants to swoon you, but his dick is just too hard and the noise you make when his hand swats your ass is too good to deny himself. he's so used to a camera crew being present when he's having sex that bending you over the sink and kneeling down to eat you out from behind feels more intimate than filthy.

pornstar!nanami who makes you cum on his tongue in record time: he has the practice after all. you're a shaking mess of moans when he finally stands straight to meet your gaze in the mirror. who smiles at the way you already look so fucked out, and he's hardly had his way with you yet.

pornstar!nanami who thinks your moans are made for porn when he turns you and pins you against the bathroom door—the one that doesn't lock—to catch your lips in a hot and messy kiss that has you dizzy already. before you can register his movements, he's hoisting your legs up to wrap around his waist and pushing into you with a torturous ease, like he's fucking made to fill you.

pornstar!nanami who, as he starts to thrust into you, letting your back hit the door with each snap of his hips, keeps thinking about how miserable taking his next job will be. how's he supposed to dramatise pleasure when he's felt something as perfect as you? clenching around him, each gasp you take from his breath as he fucks you to the edge of pleasure and back. nothing is going to compare.

pornstar!nanami who starts to ramble, his mind reeling with need and pleasure and want and everything on the path to infatuation. "you're so petty wrapped around my cock like this," he grunts, fucks into you faster, deeper. "fuck, i dont believe in fate but—shit—this... god i'm made for you. just for you."

pornstar!nanami whose words force you both over the edge, and you cum in blissful unison. eyes squeezed shut and kento's teeth sinking gently into the skin of your shoulder as he empties his balls. he debates telling you what he does, inviting you to film with him for a private shoot, something for him to keep and lock away for his eyes only.

pornstar!nanami who watches as you melt into his arms, eyes wide and watching every beautiful feature of his face as he stays seated inside of you. you're about to part your lips and admit that you know who he is, that you've seen him a hundred times before when the night is dark and your fingers slip into your panties at the sight of him on your phone screen, that you'd do anything to see him again, that you'd star for him, do anything he'd ask... when there's a knock on the bathroom door :)

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The roles have been reversed. Toji Fushiguro is your landlord…..How do you pay rent with no money???

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"Slower…slower…unggghhhh…please go s-slower"

The whole bed is rocking back and forth. You swear it's an earthquake in your room. The ceiling light looks like it could fall any moment right onto you both

The man whose fucking you is so huge. His dick is fucking you up, it hurts so good.

he knows you secretly like it rough, which is why he doesn't take all your whining seriously. He always wants to see just how much more can you take.

You didn't really have a choice here. He's gonna keep ramming his thick cock into your tight cunt like there's no tommrow

Your moans get muffled by the pillow your holding onto for life. Although your relationship with this man may be undeclared, you are definitely sure about one thing, he has an insatiable sex drive

"Toji l'm begging you.. no more. we already did it in the morning"

It's true, he had dropped by unexpectedly right when you woke up earlier today, demanding you strip and bend over.

But considering the short time between then and now. Your whole body is much more sensitive reacting to each and everyone of his naughty touches.

He’s going to fast and hard, he's just ignoring your pleading, you're begging him to be more gentle

But instead he just keeps thrusting and leans down, holding you by your chin to kiss your puffy lips, with so much lust, this is his best attempt to shut you up. He loves the way you look back at him

His tight squeeze on your butt is making red indentations. You just wish his grip was a bit less aggressive, you weren't gonna run away or anything, you know there is no way to escape this tank of a man

"Stop... *squelch* ..complaing *squelch* ...when this hungry hole of yours can't seem to let me go" his heavy breaths combine with his low laughing.

"...you fucking whore"

The way he dominates over you "puts you in your place" ...has made you develop a certain attachment to him

Between his degrading responses, he leaves hickeys all over your nape and soft shoulders even biting the side of your neck, causing you to clench your pussy, suffocating his massive cock. He groans and moans softly, bucking his hips with more force.

He's desperate to do his favourite thing as of late. Filling up your greedy cunt with his creamy cum. He knows your desperate you are for it too. They way your toes curl right when you orgasm and your body shivers expecting him to finish right with you. You're just waiting for him to cum inside.

This is how you pay your landlord and you're ashamed of it.

The sex was so mind blowing that you never really had the chance to really think about what you were really doing

But in reality your body was being used...used by the most sexiest man you have ever laid eyes on. You find everything about him attractive, to the way he talks to how good he is at aftercare

But you often wonder, how will you ever develop or even create a proper relationship if he only sees you to fuck you, and the way he fucks you makes you incapable to speak after...every single time.

You just wish you had money so you could pay him real payments.

But your a full time college student, broke with no time for a job

You've tried to talk to him about this before but they way he always undresses you with his eyes just makes you forget anything that was ever in your mind.

After he finishes in you, you sigh in relief, maybe now's your chance to talk

"Toji, I-I was thinking about getting a job or something...u-uh so I could like pay you for real"

You don't move to face him. You choose to stay in the ass up face down position he's left you in, he's finally taking his big hands off your poor butt

But he keeps his dick inside of you as he whispers into your ear,

"you're my slut, so I don't need the money"

You do not respond. You're shameless pussy does all the talking instead. It started to pulse and twitch around his dick. Causing him to smirk at your reaction

He starts moving again, this time at a more manageable pace, making you feel every vien on his dick rub inside your walls

But alas, you do not have much strength left as you realiz hands are once again on your back holding you up, preventing you from collapsing

"You get tried so quickly baby...try your best to keep up"

how can he say that while he hasn't given you a proper break since you started??

You are no stranger to Toji's strength, after all he uses so much of it on you. Carrying you bridal style, holding you up against the wall, using his buff arms to trap you close. You can remember many past instances like those. This time you cum again rather quickly. you've lost count of how many orgasms you had.

Because of his semen pooling up in you, his dick is able to reach even deeper, sliding in easily with each thrust

"it's too.. deep" you whine still knowing he will just try harder to go further in

"Where is it?" He asks with a cocky expression

You stick out your ass more as you place your hand on your stomach. You feel the bulge his dick makes. He puts his hand on your hand pressing up on your belly making you whimper.

"Can you feel it better now hmm"

You don't know why but you nod. After seeing you have finally stopped whining a bit he starts talking again in a low voice

"I'm sorry for being rough...honestly I just can't help myself" his voice is so deep and manly you could listen to him talk for hours.

He pulls out and takes a sip of water from the nightstand. He thinks you can't take anymore

Your cheeks blush a dark shade of pink, why does he talk so sweet all of a sudden. You really feel humiliated now.

The whole time you were practically begging him to stop slower and now you want him to continue after he stopped on his own??? After he apologized so sweetly??

Were you that much of a whore that the moment he pulled out, you wish he didn't

He starts kissing you all over your back, trying to get you to face him and lay on your back but you wouldn't budge. He's never really forceful with you, you know his dirty talk is always an act to get you as wet as possible. A trail of his his saliva on your back from affectionate kisses making you feel adored.

You are embarrassed by the fact that you want another round

But you don't know what your doing to him. He's trying his hardest, controlling himself not to put his dick back into your gaping hole filled with his fluids.

He tries to hold himself back instead, continuing to kiss the back of your thighs, moving his face closer and closer to the inside of your legs, inches away from your dripping pussy.

Of course he's teasing you by not let his lips actually reach your needy pussy, but his hot breath on it, is making you squirm underneath his tight embrace

"Toji...can we do it again... please?" you say extremely quietly

He knew you would give in. His dick has stayed rock hard but your words are now making it throb

"you're such a slut for me baby, m'gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna regret asking"

He thrusted in you with so much force, at the same time pulling you towards him to take all of him in at once. Yup, you definitely beileved what he just said.

And so he does as promised and you try your best not to pass out while he fucks you sensless for the remainder of the night😊

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retired!price liked that you had daddy issues. aw, did someone not have a functioning relationship with their father as a child and now has to find that relationship in older men? aw, poor doll. price was more than okay with being called 'daddy' as long as you called him 'captain' too, especially when you were on your knees. while you got off to having an older man praise you, he got off to a pretty little thing calling him captain. you even went as far as to worship his strong physic, how easily he could bend, flip, turn and press into you.

didn't help that your pussy became a fixation for him.

he was close to fifty, his hip had a habit of locking from time to time. he had been hearing about it for years that it was time to have a family. even simon had managed to make a family, price was still hung up on young tail that he could bully his fat cock into. while most younger women were flavours of the week with no string attached. price made sure to attach every metaphorical string onto you. he had a copy of your apartment key. he added a profile for you on his streaming services. he knew on wednesdays you enjoyed pasta, but hated cooking on the weekend. he knew everything about his precious baby girl. you folded into his praise and always were eager to please. and that was what price loved about you. so imagine his shock (anger) when you told him that you thought you'd have to end your arrangement because you met a guy at your university. and when he asked why, you simply said, "i have to grow up at some point.", and that hit price in the head like an ice pick. if you wanted to grow up so badly, baby girl. there were other ways to do it.

the broken condom held weight in price's pocket while you had few drinks during your last 'date' together, he waited till you got all soft because of the wine. till you were on his side of the booth with your leg over his lap and your face pressed against his bicep. you ran your hand across his chest and giggled, "you're taking this whole break up thing so well." and he petted your head, watching you fold into him further, "like you said, you need to grow up." but you both had different definitions of 'growing up'. for you it meant getting over you daddy issues, but to him it was making him a daddy, for real. you giggled further while he gave you another glass of wine. when you tried to say no, he simply pushed it closer to you, "don't want to waste the bottle." and so easily you were in price's grip.

price took you three times that night. first was in the backseat of his expensive car. he pressed you into a corner, claimed that he needed more space for his larger body. your hazy vision was transfixed on the glimmer of his gold chain against his hairy chest in the low light. your poor body bent in such ways while he pace was relentless. he admired your unsteady gaze and your heavy breathing. he continued to move against you with such a pace that the whole car rocked. but don't worry, the parking lot was dead at that hour. you could scream your head off and no one would hear either of you. he did however put a tear in your panties. right in the crotch area. he sighed and said that he'd need to buy you something a little. while he loved the cheap pairs you owned, he thought his woman deserved something a little nicer. the future mrs. price needed to look next to perfection.

then he fingered you heavily in his bed and watched you squirm. he had to make sure every drop got deep enough before he bullied your sweet pussy once more. he loved the sight of you, still so fucked out from prior. you were in a daze in the car ride home. your breathing was heavy when he pushed the skirt of your dress up a little and teased your cunt while he drove. only to go further once you were naked on his bed. he watched your ass jiggle with each of his power thrusts while he took you from behind. he felt like a mad man while he fucked you. he was determined. he only got to where he was in his career because of grit and determination. he wouldn't back down to a challenge, especially when the stakes were so high. your pussy need to be bred, you needed to be with price. he never wanted to hear anything about another man ever again. price would hate to take drastic measures if another man tried to get in his way. if you needed a collar or a tattoo, the taste of his cum constantly your lips or leaked into your panties, price would do it all to ensure that you were his. the most effective way to ensure that was what kept him going through two rounds of sex without any pains. to get you pregnant. you had already forgotten about the broken condom, it still was in price's pocket! no use using it now, even bother giving the illusion that he wasn't breeding you.

the third time was when you tried to leave the next morning, he had you upside down on the bed. your bottom half on the mattress while all the blood rushed to your head as you tried not to fall on your head. price put bruises on top of bruises. your poor cunt was creamy with promises of the future. a future with him. the blood rush made you cum twice on his cock, adding fresh slick to his coated cock. you thought that older men were supposed to slow down with age. but it felt like price was even quicker than before. his pace brutal, almost like punishment for trying to leave him. but price didn't get to be captain because he followed one plan. he was going to ease you into married life, slowly make you the perfect woman for him. he was traditional that way. church wedding, the white dress, the vows. that would all happen, but might take a little longer. he wasn't too sure that a baby bump would fit nicely in a wedding dress. the thought of you pregnant, trapped to him made him eagerly finish in you two times. and when he got you back up onto the bed, you were fucked out. when you managed to collect your clothes and stagger out of his flat by mid-afternoon, you thought you made it in time to the pharmacy to get emergency plan b.

you prayed, and you never prayed. you promised three versions of 'god' that you'd convert to their religion if the pill worked. but three deities failed you and a month later price was in your apartment with his hands on the plastic pregnancy test. he scratched his beard and looked at you. he tried so hard to put on his best acting face. "that's a real shame, baby girl." he said in that rough voice of his that got you in trouble in the first place. he leaned back a little in your kitchen chair and placed the test back down on the table, "always wanted to be a father." he frowned a little bit, "never got the chance too. they said when i retired that the chances were low of me havin' a baby..." he looked at you. you should've known he was lying. his swimmers obviously weren't shot by how easily you got pregnant. you felt bad, almost like you were burdening him with getting pregnant. that it was your fault. you rung your hands and admitted softly, "we can try... we can make a family." and price smiled, "oh, doll." then got up to embrace you. you sniffled and cried a little in his strong chest. he held you in his strong arms. he was your protector even though his cock was straining in his jeans at the knowledge that he fundamentally changed you.

your body, your life, everything. when he released you from the hug, he got down on his knees. made a point to make a small 'huff' noise from being down on his 'bad' knee before he pushed up your t-shirt and pressed a kiss against your stomach. he said to you, "don't worry, love. daddy'll take care of ya." then gave that smile that wrapped around you like a vice. <3