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delulustateofmind · 9 days ago

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Who's a good little hybrid?

Sum: You're a bit of a loser, so you get yourself a companion. What could go wrong?

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Yuki

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Hybrids (Puppy!Gojo, Fox!Geto, Hyena!Yuki), knotting, mentions of pseudopenis (female hyena trait), mentions of murder/human organs (Yuki), dubcon, intoxication, infantilization (Geto), MDNI

WC: 6.0k

A/n: This one was a little tame. Enjoy! Tried to give a more wholesome vibe given the current events :)

A sweet little homebody like you needed a companion, didn’t you? Someone to keep you company, to brighten your days, to be there when the silence got a little too heavy.��

The adoption agency was more than happy to help. They just… didn’t tell you everything.

Some hybrids weren’t easy. Some had been returned again and again—too needy, too intense, too much for anyone else to handle.

But you’re different, aren’t you?

You’re always home. You have all the time in the world to care for someone who just needs a little extra love. And isn’t that what you wanted in the first place? Someone who would love you unconditionally?

So go ahead. Pick one. But choose wisely.

Bringing home the bright blue-eyed puppy hybrid—who just loves you so much!

Gojo Satoru adores you. From the moment he first saw you, it was like the whole world had finally made sense. He loves you more than the sun spilling through the curtains in the morning, more than the softness of a warm blanket, more than anything else he’s ever known.

And he shows it.

He’s always close—curled up against your side, white fluffy tail thumping against your leg, bright blue eyes following your every move with unwavering devotion. He buries his face into your chest, nuzzling against your warmth, fingers clutching your shirt like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go. Your bed smells like him now—like the hours he spends tangled in your sheets, chasing the lingering traces of your scent.

You needed companionship. He needed a purpose. Isn’t this perfect?

He tries so hard to be the best for you. To be everything you could ever want. To make sure you never need anyone else.

But you keep leaving. Honestly, you're turning him into an anxious pup!

The jingle of your keys makes his ears twitch. Your hand on the doorknob makes his stomach sink. His tail slows, his fingers flex—like he wants to reach for you, to tug you back into his arms, to beg you not to go.

You don’t mean to make him sad. You have responsibilities, a life outside these four walls. But every time you step through that door, something inside him aches. His ears droop, his heart squeezes, a tiny, helpless whine gets caught in his throat.

Why do you have to go? Why can’t you just stay?

You promise you’ll be back. But it’s never soon enough.

And when you’re gone too long, well… he gets lonely.

You really shouldn’t have bought those fancy embroidered pillows.

Because when you finally come home, it’s to a scene of absolute destruction. Feathers floating lazily through the air, fabric torn apart, stuffing scattered everywhere like snowfall. And right in the center of it all?

Satoru.

Ears perked, tail wagging, those bright blue eyes sparkling with something close to mischief—completely unrepentant.

Your exasperation only makes him grin wider. Even as you put your hands on your hips, even as you scold him, his ears twitch like he doesn’t quite understand why you’re upset. And then, just like always, he’s stepping forward, pressing his face against your stomach, arms wrapping around you as he buries himself in your warmth.

"Missed you too much," he murmurs, voice muffled against your clothes. His tail wags again, brushing against your legs, his grip tightening like he never wants to let go.

How could you possibly stay mad? When he just loves you so much?

But it gets worse.

You hear it before you see it—the soft shrrk of fabric giving way, the quiet tug of seams splitting apart. And when you step into the room, his back is to you, ears perked, tail swishing lazily as he grips one of your stuffed animals between his teeth.

It’s one of your favorites. One that sleeps beside you at night, tucked against your chest.

He isn’t allowed to do that.

And it’s not fair.

So, can you really blame him for taking matters into his own hands?

Standing in your room, he glanced at the stuffed animals piled neatly on your bed. His lips twitched into a scowl.

Those things.

He threw a quick jab at one of them, his fist making a satisfying poof as it landed against the plush fabric.

"Lucky bastards," he muttered under his breath, punching another one. "Snuggling up to her every night, huh? Probably pressed right up against her..."

He paused, picking up one of the stuffed animals and holding it at arm’s length. "Bet she kisses you goodnight too."

His grip tightened around the plush toy, sharp canines flashing as he contemplated just how easy it would be to rip it apart—just like the others.

The sound of the front door clicking open startled him.

"What are you doing?"

Your voice came from the doorway, and Satoru froze. Slowly, he turned to face you, caught red-handed with the stuffed animal still in his hand.

You stood there, a confused expression on your face as you looked between him and the mess he’d made of your bed.

"Uh… Satoru?"

"Hey!" He forced a bright grin, quickly smoothing out the plush toy and placing it carefully back on your bed like nothing had happened. "You’re back early."

You tilted your head, blinking. "Yeah, my professor canceled class. Why are you in my room?"

"I, uh…" Satoru rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confidence faltering for just a second before he plastered on another grin. "I was fixing your stuffed animals. They looked like they needed some...attention, wait, fixing!”

You squinted at him, confused. "Fixing them? Did they… need fixing?"

He laughed, waving his hand dismissively. "Well, no, but I figured I’d do a little quality check. Sniffed them for drugs and pesticides. You’re welcome, by the way."

Your confusion only deepened as you stepped further into the room, glancing at your bed. "Uh-huh… and why are they all out of place? Did you punch one of them? That bunny looks like it’s been through something."

"What? Me? Punch your precious bunny?" Satoru feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "I would never."

You frowned, walking over to your bed to inspect the damage, fingers grazing the rumpled sheets and displaced plushies. the slight drool glistening on some. "Right…"

Behind you, his tail wagged slowly. Bright blue eyes watched you, filled with something unreadable—something quiet, waiting.

You didn’t notice the way his fingers twitched at his sides. The way his ears perked, listening to every shift of your weight, every tiny inhale.

Because you were here. In his space. With him.

Safe.

Right where you belonged. He can finally confess how he feels!

But then—

"Satoru," you sighed, rubbing your temples. "I can’t keep doing this. If you don’t start behaving, I might have to—"

You don’t even get the words out before he moves.

Too fast. Too desperate.

The air shifts, and suddenly, your back is against the bed, warmth pressing against you, his chest rising and falling in slow, unsteady breaths. His arms cage you in—not forcefully, but like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.

His head dips, white hair brushing against your cheek as his nose skims along your jaw, his breath warm and unsteady. He breathes you in like he’s trying to memorize you, like you might disappear at any moment. A low, rumbling sound vibrates in his chest—not quite a growl, but something raw, something fragile hiding beneath it.

Not enough to hurt.

But enough to plead.

"Take me back?" he murmurs, voice soft, wavering just slightly, like he’s trying to make this sound like a joke. Like he’s pretending your words didn’t just gut him. But the way his fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, the way his tail flicks in restless, uneven movements—it makes your stomach twist.

His ears twitch, his lips hover near your pulse, and you freeze.

"You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?"

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

His smile is there, easy as always, curling at the edges, but it’s fragile. Shaky. The way his ears droop slightly, the way his tail has slowed, the way his eyes—so bright, so full of devotion—hold something so painfully uncertain…

"You wouldn’t abandon me, right?" His voice is quieter now, smaller. "I try so hard to be good for you."

Your heart pounds against your chest. You swallow.

You didn’t mean it. Not really. It was frustration, exhaustion—coming home to yet another ruined couch, another chewed-up pair of slippers, another mess to clean. But now, staring into those unblinking blue eyes, you realize—

You can’t threaten him like that.

Not unless you’re ready to see what happens when he truly believes you’ll leave.

But it doesn’t stop there.

It happens again the first time you come home late.

You barely get two steps inside before he’s on you, a blur of white fur and restless energy, his arms winding around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. His tail wags, his ears flick forward, his body practically vibrating with relief.

And then—he stills.

The shift is subtle. His tail slows, his nose scrunches. His fingers tighten around your shirt, twisting the fabric between his fingers, knuckles whitening just slightly.

Then comes the sound. Not a growl. Not a snarl.

A whimper. Soft. Hurt.

“Satoru?”

He doesn’t answer at first. Instead, he sniffs you again. A slow, deliberate inhale, dragging in every trace of scent clinging to your skin. His brows furrow. His grip tightens.

Then—his ears flatten.

"Who was it?" he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.

"What?"

"Who touched you?"

You laugh, confused, maybe a little uneasy. "What are you talking about? I just—"

He yanks you closer.

Not rough, not forceful—desperate.

Your breath catches. His claws dig into your wrist, his nose pressing against the side of your neck. You can feel his teeth just barely graze your pulse, a featherlight touch that shouldn’t feel so broken, but does.

"You smell like them." His voice wavers, thick with something you can’t quite place. "Not me."

A sharp breath. A wet sound in his throat, like he’s swallowing something back.

"Did you—" he stops himself, breath hitching, ears flattening further against his head. His tail has gone completely still.

He takes another slow inhale, his fingers tightening, his body trembling just slightly against yours.

"Disgusting," he mutters, voice shaky, raw. His tongue flicks out, dragging slowly along your skin. Slick. His hands tighten. "They ruined it. You’re supposed to be mine. I keep you safe. I keep you warm. Why—why would you let them—"

You shove at his chest. “Satoru, let go—”

His arms tighten.

"No."

His voice is small.

"No. I won’t."

Your stomach twists.

"Satoru—"

"Fix it." His voice is barely more than a whisper now, lips brushing your jaw, his tail tucked between his legs. "Make it go away. Please." each breath coming out shaken, his hands clinging to you like you might slip away forever. "You don’t need anyone else, do you? I’m right here. Always right here."

Your pulse pounds in your ears. You push harder, palms flat against his chest.

For a second, he looks—hurt.

His ears twitch, his tail curls in just slightly, like he’s trying to make himself smaller.

Then—he laughs.

It’s not a happy laugh.

It’s quiet. Unsteady. A little cracked around the edges.

"Ahh," he sighs, dragging a hand through his messy hair, his grin tilting, strained. "I see how it is."

He doesn’t say anything else.

But later that night, when you go to bed, you notice something.

Your jacket, the one you wore when you were out, is missing.

Your new shoes? Ripped apart, shredded fabric and torn laces were left in pieces near the door.

The next day, your bedsheets are destroyed.

And that’s when you realize with the help of Hyrbid Wikipedia.

He’s getting rid of everything that doesn’t smell like him.

So, to solve the issue of constantly having to replace your things, you finally allow your sweet, wounded pup into bed with you.

He wins.

Of course, he does.

But when he curls up beside you, when he buries his face into your chest and lets out a soft, relieved sigh, you realize—

It was never about winning.

He just needed to know you weren’t going anywhere.

You don’t know his past.

The pound didn’t have any records—just his name, his breed, and a vague mention that he’d been returned more than once. No details. No explanations. Just a blank space where his history should be.

And there are things you don’t know.

Like why he flinches when something shatters too loud, why his muscles coil when footsteps approach too quickly, why his body tenses, ready—expecting—to fight. His instincts are sharper than other hybrids. His rage runs deeper. His obsession feels inescapable.

You don’t know that before you, he belonged to someone else.

That he wasn’t always a pet.

That there was a time when he was used for something else entirely.

Fights. Blood. Survival.

The only thing he’s ever known is how to be the strongest. How to win. How to keep what’s his.

And now, he has you.

Something soft. Something fragile.

Something that belongs to him.

He’s not going to lose you.

Not like before.

So if you ever try to leave him… it only makes him sweeter. Perhaps even a little feral.

You don’t know why you even let him pick the movie.

Satoru is already curled on top of you, his long limbs tangled around you, his fluffy white tail thumping lazily against the couch. His weight presses you deep into the cushions, his cheek resting on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

The moment the opening credits roll, he lets out a pleased sigh, rubbing against you like a spoiled puppy demanding affection.

"You're warm," he hums, arms already tightening around your waist. You feel his claws scratch against your spine, securing you in place. Like he’s making sure you don’t slip away.

Like you could slip away.

"Satoru," you deadpan, shifting beneath him. "You’re huge. Get off."

He whines. Actually whines. Loudly.

"But 'm comfy," he pouts, nuzzling into your neck, soft white ears flicking.

You roll your eyes, pushing at his forehead. "We’re supposed to be watching the movie."

But he’s barely paying attention.

Because what’s scarier than the thought of being away from you?

The screen flickers with shadows and blood, but he’s too focused on the sound of your breathing, the way your heartbeat subtly changes with each scene, the way your scent shifts—just slightly—when tension builds.

Then, the first jumpscare hits.

You jolt.

He notices.

"Aww, is my owner scared?" His voice dips into a teasing purr, his lips curling into a lazy grin. His tail flicks, his ears perking as he nestles closer, his nose brushing against your temple.

"I'm not scared," you grumble, but your grip on the blanket tightens.

He sees.

And he can’t help himself.

"S’okay," he murmurs, softer now. His voice is low, syrupy-sweet, his fingers tracing slow circles against your back. "You don’t have to be brave. I’ll protect you."

Before you can argue, he moves.

Shifts.

Pulls you fully into his lap, tucking your head beneath his chin, his arms locked firm around you. The blanket pools around your shoulders, but his warmth is everywhere.

A cage disguised as comfort.

His lips graze your hair. "Bet you’re real glad I’m here now, huh?" he chuckles, pressing a teasing kiss to your temple.

You sigh. "I think you’re just using this as an excuse to cuddle me."

"What? Me? Never." His tail wags. Loudly thumping against the couch, giving away all his motives.

You don’t pull away.

And he takes that as permission to tighten his hold, to keep you there, his breath soft against your ear as he lets out a contented sigh.

This.

This is all he needs.

Because as long as you’re wrapped in his arms, drowning in his scent, pressed against him so tight that no one else could ever steal you away—

He knows you’re safe.

At first, he tries to be patient. He whines. He pouts. He clings to you every morning, dragging you back into bed when you try to leave, nuzzling into your stomach, pretending to be drowsy just to steal a few more minutes.

But it’s not enough.

Because at the end of the day—

You still leave him.

So, one day, he decides to fix it.

While you’re gone, he does a little research.

Not on how to help your job.

Not on how to keep himself entertained.

No.

He looks up ways to make sure you never leave him again.

He orders a camera—small, discreet, perfectly placed. He sets it up in the bedroom, aimed exactly where he wants it.

And he buys something else, too.

Something cute.

Something soft.

Something that would make you so, so perfect for him.

When you get home, tired and unaware, he’s already waiting.

You don’t notice anything is off—until he grabs your wrist, tugging you into his lap. Those bright blue eyes of his gleam, tail flicking with excitement as he nuzzles into your shoulder.

"I found a solution," he hums, far too pleased with himself. Satoru did so much research today, you should be proud!

"Solution to what?" you blink, trying to pull away.

His arms tighten.

"To your work problem," he grins, sharp teeth flashing.

You don’t like that smile.

"Satoru—"

He cuts you off with a kiss—soft, slow, only the occasional teasing nip. His fingers trail down your spine.

"Did you know there are people out there with hybrid fetishes?" he murmurs, lips ghosting over your ear.

Your stomach drops. Cheeks flushing.

"W-what—"

"Mmh. Looked it up myself." His voice is honeyed, teasing—but there’s something darker beneath it. "Figured if I can’t have you leave the house, maybe you can just… work from home?"

And then—

He pulls it out.

A set of ears. A soft, delicate tail, with a plug. And a collar.

"You’ll be my cute little bunny, won’t you?" he coos, pressing the set into your hands, watching you with eager, expectant eyes.

His fingers graze the collar, tracing over the leather, intimate. Knowing.

"You’ll stay here. Work from home. With me."

His lips skim your jaw.

"I’ll take good care of you."

And in return—

He gets to stuff you full.

A tsundere fox that hates all humans!

Filthy, pathetic creatures. Insignificant specks in a world that doesn’t belong to them. Geto Suguru has seen them scurry about, blissfully ignorant, pretending they hold dominion over hybrids—when in reality, they are weak, prey, undeserving of the air they breathe.

As a fox hybrid, he would rather die than submit to one.

His sharp, golden eyes flicker with quiet disdain whenever he sees them—sees you. His pointed ears, dusted in black, twitch at the grating sound of your voice, that thick dark tail of his flicking lazily behind him, betraying the irritation simmering beneath his calm exterior. You don’t deserve a predator like him. He should be leading the movement, standing at the forefront of the revolution for hybrid supremacy—not here, in this tiny, insignificant apartment, pretending to be domesticated.

Hybrids are the superior species. He is superior.

Yet, humans refuse to acknowledge it, denying hybrids the rights they deserve.

Only recently have they been granted the barest semblance of equality. A law allowing them to work menial, low-risk jobs. Another permitting them to date and marry humans—as if that was something any self-respecting hybrid would want.

Geto has fought for years. Led the fight. Not just an advocate, but a prophet to those who see the truth. His followers understand—the world belongs to hybrids. Humans should be the ones in cages, on leashes, obedient.

And yet…

Here he is.

With you.

You a weak, fragile, human. Somehow, somehow, you managed to adopt him. A predator like himself, bound to you.

At first, it was tolerable.

You worked from home, which made it easy for him to ignore your existence while he lounged around, his thick tail curling around his legs, his sharp claws idly scratching at the armrest of the couch.

But your habits disgusted him.

The scent of caffeine clung to you like a disease, bitter and artificial, staining the air he breathed. He tolerated it—until he didn’t. Until he took matters into his own hands, discarding every last one of your caffeinated drinks, ignoring your feeble protests.

Instead, he makes your coffee now.

Every morning, he drags your exhausted body out of bed, his black-tipped claws skimming over your wrist as he forces a warm cup into your hands. His golden eyes narrow at the dark circles under your eyes, at the way you yawn without covering your mouth. “Disgusting,” he mutters under his breath, rolling his shoulders, his long tail flicking in annoyance.

If you behave, Suguru rewards you—an afternoon matcha latte, crafted with the delicate touch of his clawed fingers, a little heart in the foam just for you. Not that he’d ever admit that part aloud. Tells himself it’s necessary.

Someone like you wouldn’t survive on your own. If you were a hybrid, he thinks you’d be something fragile. A bunny. A deer. Prey. And predators must care for their prey. Must ensure they stay soft, obedient. Dependent.

Suguru doesn’t like how you push back against him.

You whine when he pulls you into his lap, grumbling as his arms drape over your shoulders, rolling your eyes when he scolds you for neglecting yourself. But he knows you need him.

What would you even do without him?

You’d forget to eat if he wasn’t here to force you. He’s noticed—the way you poke at your food absentmindedly, pushing your plate away when you think he’s not looking. Foolish little thing. He spends hours cooking for you, perfecting each meal, and you deny him? No, that won’t do.

His clawed fingers curl around your wrist, lifting the spoon to your lips, his golden eyes dark with something unreadable.

When you squirm, when you try to turn away, he only smiles.

A slow, lazy, knowing smile—because you are so small compared to him. So weak.

You can’t fight him. Not really.

And why would you want to?

He’s only trying to take care of you.

You should appreciate him more.

Lately, you’ve been trying to resist him in other ways. Setting boundaries. Pushing him out of your bed at night. It’s adorable, really. Do you truly think you can overpower him?

With a lazy roll, he’s on top of you, pinning you beneath him with ease, arms wrapped around you in an unbreakable grip. His nose buries into your hair, inhaling deeply, his sigh warm against your skin.

You smell like him now. You belong to him.

That’s why it’s so unbearable when you come home smelling like someone else.

His sharp nose picks up on it immediately. The faint scent of another male. Another presence tainting his territory, clinging to you. The stench of alcohol makes it worse, filling the space he’s carefully curated to be yours and his alone.

He’s spent months making sure your scent stays sweet, tending to you with meticulous care. He’s the one who keeps you healthy. The one who cuts your fruit into perfect little stars and hearts so you don’t choke like the helpless thing you are. The one who carefully fills your cup (one that he keeps telling you is not a sippy cup. It is.) with the ideal juice-to-water ratio, making sure you get enough vitamins.

He keeps your body pure.

And yet, here you are—stumbling through the door, drunk off your ass.

Your cheeks are flushed, lips parted in a breathless giggle, your words slurred and incoherent as you look up at him with those dazed, trusting eyes.

How dare you?

Suguru's golden eyes narrow, his fox ears twitch in irritation, his thick, black-tipped tail flicking once—twice—before a slow sigh slips from his lips.

"Unbelievable."

He steps forward, effortlessly scooping you into his arms. You whimper in protest, squirming weakly, but it’s pathetic. Meaningless. His grip is firm, steady, cradling you with an ease that should be humiliating—because really, what exactly did you think you were going to do? Fight him?

You can’t even stand properly.

“Of all the things,” he mutters, mostly to himself, voice edged with annoyance, but there’s something else there—something tight in his tone, something clenching in his jaw as he carries you straight into the bathroom, ignoring your little hiccups of defiance.

“You don’t even know what’s good for you,” he huffs, carefully lowering you onto the edge of the tub. His long fingers, usually so precise, so calculated, fumble for only a moment as he reaches for the shower knob, twisting it until steam begins to rise.

You groan in protest, flimsy arms shoving at his chest, your pout deepening. "Don't wanna—"

"Yeah?" Suguru's golden eyes flash, irritation flickering across his face as his clawed fingers make quick work of your clothing, peeling away each layer without hesitation. “And whose fault is that?”

You squeak, your arms snapping up to cover yourself, face burning—but he doesn’t even look. His movements are clinical, impassive, detached—or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

It’s not like his ears heat at the tips when your bare skin is exposed to the humid air. It’s not like his throat suddenly feels tight, like something primal is thrumming beneath his ribs.

It’s not like you smell so much sweeter when you’re all flushed and weak like this.

No. Definitely not.

His tail flicks sharply behind him as he lifts you with ease, stepping into the shower with you, his clawed fingers threading into your hair, lathering the shampoo with slow, methodical motions.

Your body slumps against him, lashes fluttering as the warmth relaxes your muscles, melting against his.

And something inside him twists.

Because this? This is how it should be.

You, malleable, dependent. His hands tending to your every need, his sharp eyes ensuring that no harm ever comes to you. Because really, who else would take care of you like this?

Your breath hitches when his fingers scrape lightly against your scalp, and his ears twitch—because that sound? That tiny little noise? It makes something hot curl in his stomach.

Ridiculous.

He focuses on rinsing your hair, tilting your head back under the water, watching as the suds slip down your neck, across your collarbone—

His jaw tightens.

His grip on the back of your neck tightens ever so slightly.

And then, he snaps.

His lips crash onto yours, pressing against the softness with a feverish desperation he doesn’t even realize is there. His sharp canines nip at your bottom lip—just enough to sting. Just enough to mark.

He tells himself he’s trying to be gentle.

Trying not to devour you whole.

And then—

You smile into the kiss.

Your drunken, stupid self melts against him so easily, so sweetly, lips parting just enough to encourage him.

It’s intoxicating. Overwhelming.

And then you break away—blinking up at him with those hazy, innocent eyes, a dopey little smile curling on your lips.

"Are we dating now?"

A giggle. Light, teasing, unaware of the storm you’ve just unleashed inside him.

His ears flick back, pupils dilating.

His heart pounds too hard.

Are you mocking him?

Or are you being serious?

It doesn’t matter.

Because either way—

There’s no turning back now.

His arms tighten around you in an instant, his fingers sinking into your thighs, lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist with ease.

Your back presses against the cool tile, but the temperature means nothing when he’s burning for you.

"Tch," he mutters against your lips, his voice gruff, sharp—as if he’s annoyed. As if you’re the problem here. "You’re seriously such a pain."

And yet—

He’s the one kissing you like he’s starved.

His lips crash onto yours again, more fevered, more desperate, dragging down to your jaw, your throat, your pulse. His sharp canines scrape against your skin, teasing, testing—not enough to hurt, but just enough to remind you what he could do.

And you?

You whimper.

Your nails dig into his back, your body yielding, surrendering, reacting to him the way he always knew you would.

"See?" he huffs against your neck, his voice husky, slightly breathless. His clawed fingers press into your hips, holding you firmly in place. "You’re so much better when you just listen."

But then—

You gasp softly, your voice small, breathy as your lips brush against his ear.

"I love you."

It’s barely a whisper. Barely coherent.

But it’s enough.

Suguru's whole body stills.

A shudder wracks through him, his mind spiraling, his thoughts consumed—

IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou—

A deep growl rumbles in his chest, his tail swishing against your leg, his lips pressing against your temple, your cheek, your jaw—worshiping.

"Say it again."

It’s not a request.

It’s a demand.

"Say it, angel. You know you mean it."

He wants to hear it. Needs to hear it. Needs to know that you’re his.

His little mate.

His forever.

And if you ever try to take it back? If you ever try to leave?

…Well.

That won’t happen.

He hushes you with soft, lingering kisses, his lips brushing against yours in slow, deliberate strokes of his cock nestled deep inside you.

"It’s too much," you gasp, fingers curling into his shoulders, nails scraping at his skin. Begging as he's splitting you open with each and every thrust.

"You’ll get used to it." Suguru murmurs against your lips as he keeps a steady pace.

His fingers ghost along your jawline, tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You’re mine now." His tail flicks, tickling, brushing against your bare skin, his fox ears twitching as he studies the way you tremble, the way your breath hitches beneath him.

"So you’ll do your best to accommodate me, won’t you? My little mate."

It’s not a question. It’s a command.

Because really—how could you not?

He does so much for you.

He takes care of you. Protects you. Loves you in ways no human ever could.

So you’ll take his knot that's forcing itself, big and hard, into your wet cunt that's causing a stretch you've never felt before. A stinging sensation that's slowly turning addicting as your head lulls against his chest.

You’ll learn to accept him, accept that he's going to take and take until you fully belong to him.

Suguru's clawed fingers press into your hips, drawing blood as he anchors you, as his body melds into yours, melting. His hot, sticky ropes fill your walls, his knot stretching you, keeping you locked against him as he nips your lips drawing a bead of blood.

"I love you," Suguru whispers against your lips, lapping at the blood that pools.

The devious hyena

Yuki Tsukumo has a very protective streak! Sure, she shared some beliefs with Geto Suguru—though, not nearly as extreme. She just wanted to protect her human. Was that really so bad?

And the best way to protect? Courting!

It was only natural. As a hyena hybrid, her instincts told her to look after the weaker member of her pack—which, in this case, was you, the fragile little human locked away in the apartment with her. You never really left, so that was already a plus. And you were always reading up on how to take care of hybrids, which she found adorable.

Of course, she wanted to help!

She just didn’t quite understand why you didn’t appreciate the way she did it—like now, as she had you pinned beneath her, her hips keeping you in place, one hand holding your wrists above your head while she leaned over you, casually reading aloud from the book you had been studying.

"You need a firm hand with hyena hybrids," she read, her golden eyes flicking down to meet yours, amusement twinkling in them. A slow, smug grin spread across her lips.

She belted a laugh, clearly enjoying herself far more than you were. But hey—this was all part of taking care of you, right?

"Looks like you need to work on that one, babe!"

However, you certainly didn’t seem to appreciate her way of courting. And that was a problem.

She had to get rid of a few… obstacles.

Like your boyfriend.

For someone who never left the house, you sure were awfully social with a weak man like him. A human man. One who clearly couldn’t keep up with a hybrid—especially not her. Yuki was faster, stronger, superior in every way. So why waste your time with someone so fragile? Someone who couldn't even protect you?

She didn’t understand why you didn’t love her present—carefully placed inside a small, elegant box, tied up with a bow. A confession of her undying love. Her mate.

A human heart.

Because don’t you know? Hyenas mate for life.

But instead of swooning, instead of wrapping your arms around her in gratitude, you started crying. Stumbling through your words, voice cracking as you asked, how did you get this?

Yuki only tilted her head, golden eyes glinting with something unreadable.

"You really don’t want to know, babe."

She smiled, watching you tremble, your hands shaking as you covered your mouth. So sensitive.

But hey—you really should fill out that missing persons report for your boyfriend.

She really was trying to be comforting. That’s what a good mate does, right?

Don’t you know? Hyena females are the most aggressive. She’d been holding herself back this whole time—being so patient with you, so gentle in ways that went against her very nature. She could have taken what she wanted long ago, but no, she let you have your space. Let you think you had control.

Even now, she’s being so generous.

Letting you cry into her neck, her legs spread just wide enough to pull you close, keeping you tucked against her as you sniffle and tremble. Her strong arms wrap around you, her fingers lazily stroking your back, firm but oddly soothing.

She’s doing her best.

But comforting isn’t really her thing.

She doesn’t quite get why you’re so upset.

However, she does enjoy licking every single tear off your cheek. Loves the salty taste on her tongue with each lap dragging against your cheek, you haven't ever pushed her face away yet.

Why do your small, delicate hands keep clutching at her, nails digging into her skin like she’s the one who hurt you.

"Shh," she hums, moving to rest her chin atop your head, her voice low, almost mockingly tender. "I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay."

Because you are okay.

She made sure of it.

But as she held you, stroking your back in slow, deliberate motions, shushing your little sniffles against the crook of her neck, she couldn’t ignore the slow, insistent pressure pressing against your side.

Don’t you know?

There’s one more thing about hyena hybrids—especially the female ones.

Her lips curled into a slow grin against your hair, her chest rumbling with something between a laugh and a purr. Her tail flicked lazily behind her, pleased, relaxed. Settled.

"Oh well," she murmured, voice smooth, filled with something teasing—something undeniable. "Guess you don’t have to worry about having a man anymore."

Her fingers traced slow, idle circles against your back, pressing you closer, until you could feel it—firm, unfamiliar, nestled against your hip.

Your breath hitched.

She sighed, golden eyes half-lidded, satisfaction written all over her face. Her grip was firm, reassuring—like she knew there was no need for resistance.

"I can take care of everything, baby."

Because really, what more could you possibly need?

Nature had already decided.

Hyena females were stronger. Larger. More dominant.

Your stomach dropped.

"Don’t worry, baby," she murmured, nuzzling into your hair, her voice sweet, dripping with certainty. "I can do everything he could do—just better."

The realization settled in slow, creeping horror, as if your own brain was trying to shield you from the truth until it was too late.

A memory. A random clip from a nature documentary, resurfacing at the worst possible moment.

"Female hybrids use a pseudopenis to mount other females and males to assert dominance."

Your pulse quickened.

Yuki only chuckled, sensing the way your body stiffened in her hold, her grip tightening just a little.

She might not even bite you.

"Don’t worry," she cooed, amusement dancing in her golden eyes. "You’ll be well taken care of."

Not the first time, at least.

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Things I want to add but can't find a way to incorporate.

Suguru likes to carry a squirt bottle around the apartment and sprays you with it when you irk him. He does get cuteness aggression, so he will bite your cheek while you're studying/working. More of a house husband and does a good job, however, he likes to coddle and baby you. Breeding kink, however, doesn't want kids unless hybrids get more rights. Does lean more into DDLG except you didn't know about it until the sparkly pink rules list was posted on the fridge.

Satoru likes to make you food but it's usually awful, so instead he does a lot of the household chores. Absolutely hates the cheap underwear packs, so those are the only panties he hasn't ripped holes into. Whines when you wear clothes to bed, loves to stick his tongue deep into your cunt when you're sleeping to ensure you're nice and sore the next day to not even think of being with another man/hyrbid. Very, very clingy on errand runs. Loves to hold your hand.

Yuki makes you so broke that way you can't leave the house, her gym membership is insane and she only eats meat. Doesn't let you wear underwear around the house. If you're doing something she just picks you up and takes you to the couch or bed with her despite protests.

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honoredleopard · 2 months ago

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HYBRID!GOJO ꧁꧂ 𝐑𝐏 / 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 !

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your-local-simp-writers · 8 months ago

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Surelyyyy a Gojo x Filipino reader because we gotta love the Filipinos man, they're cool

Omg ofc!!! I have been meaning to write for jjk for some time and now i have a chance to do so :) If you haven't gotten to know who we are don't be shy here is our "༺☆༻ Introduction ༺☆༻"

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Starlit Confessions

Word Count: 755

Warnings: None

Gojo x Filipino!Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The night sky over Tokyo was a canvas of inky blackness, dotted with stars that shimmered like distant promises. You walked alongside Gojo Satoru, the city’s heartbeat a soft drum in the background, its rhythm syncing with your own. The air was cool, carrying the whispers of the night as you both made your way to an old bridge that spanned the quiet river below.

Gojo walked ahead, his steps sure and silent, a contrast to the vibrant life he usually exuded. You followed a few paces behind, watching his figure cut a solitary silhouette against the city lights. The bridge was an old structure, its stones holding the memories of countless souls who had crossed it before.

He stopped midway, his gaze fixed on the water’s surface, reflecting the night sky. You caught up, standing beside him, the silence between you as profound as the depth of the river. The stars above were bright, witnesses to the moment that was about to unfold.

Gojo turned to face you, his eyes capturing the starlight, making them appear even bluer. He paused, a breath taken, held, and then released before he finally spoke. The words that came were ones that had been held back for too long, ones that would bridge the gap between friendship and something more.

“You knew. You knew I loved you and took full advantage of the fact that I’d do anything for you. And I knew that. I just kept at it hoping that one day you’d value me just as much,” he said, his voice a soft echo in the quiet of the night.

The confession hung in the air, a truth laid bare under the watchful eyes of the stars. It was a moment of vulnerability for Gojo, the unshakeable, the untouchable, now reaching out for something far more elusive than any curse he had ever faced.

"I feel stupid. Why do you make me grin like a spineless fool whenever I am around you?" Gojo said, turning to look at you.

You looked away from him, pausing for a moment as memories flashed through your mind. Nights spent together, the lingering touches that left you wanting more, the oblivious way he interacted with you, those moments when he insisted you stay after a night out. Your lips quirked into a semblance of a smile.

"You think I don't notice how you look at me?" you finally said, your voice trembling. "How your eyes linger just a second too long, how you always find some excuse to touch me, even if it's just a brush of our shoulders?"

Gojo's eyes widened slightly, but he remained silent, letting you continue.

"I've been afraid," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Afraid that if I acknowledged it, everything would change. Afraid that I'd lose you if I didn't feel the same way."

Gojo took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently grasp your arm. "And now?" he asked, his voice soft but intense.

"And now, I realize that I've been the one taking you for granted," you confessed, tears welling up in your eyes. "I've been so scared of losing you that I never thought about what I was missing out on."

Gojo's expression softened, his hand moving from your arm to gently cup your cheek. "You won't lose me," he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "I'm right here."

The moment hung between you, charged with emotion. The distant sounds of the city faded into the background, leaving only the two of you and the silent witness of the night sky.

You took a deep breath, your hands trembling as you placed them on your waist. "Are you sure about this?" you asked, voice shaky but resolute.

Gojo's eyes never wavered as he stepped closer, his presence warm and reassuring. "More sure than I’ve ever been," he said, his tone unwavering as he gently grasped your chin.

Your heart raced as he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a tentative, simple peck. The kiss was tender, filled with uncertainty and unspoken words. When he pulled back, your eyes met, the world around you shrinking to just the two of you.

"That was..." you began, struggling to find the words.

"Yeah," Gojo finished, his voice barely above a whisper. A certain song played in the background, the melody of Paramore's "All I Wanted" blending with the magic of the moment, sealing it as your song.

"Sorry, that was my first kiss," you confessed, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you looked down.

"I could tell," Gojo said, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your head snapped up, surprise written all over your face, but before you could say anything, he blurted out, "I'm kidding!" and started laughing.

His laughter was infectious, and despite the awkwardness, you found yourself joining in.

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dalazzx · 16 days ago

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₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Warnings. PuppyHybrid!Satoru x FemBunny Hybrid!reader, smut, dumb pup Satoru, size difference, dubcon, humping, crying, lots of cum, somnophilia ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Puppy!Satoru doesn’t get that he can’t just have you whenever he wants, it confuses him immensely when you lock yourself in Suguru’s bedroom to get away from him.

You try your hardest to avoid Satoru whenever necessary because of how eager he is, you can’t keep up with him. Relaxing means nothing to him when he constantly wants to be in your face saying and doing the most, it’s frustrating having to put up with him because Suguru thinks you’ll bond with him.

Puppy!Satoru just loves you too much, he wants you in ways that are indescribable, he loves his cute bunny so much.

The only time he can really have you pliant and not aggressive is when you’re sleep, that’s when he really takes it to another level.

Puppy Toru grinds his cock against you when you’re sleeping so peacefully, if he can’t have you while you’re awake then he’ll have you this way. He carefully wraps his arms around you and plops himself agaisnt your ass, his little cock snuggly fitting ontop of your delicious panty-clad ass, he humps you slowly, nice and sensually to build himself up a little.

When you do start stirring awake, he’ll slowly lull you back to sleep by rubbing your fluffy ears just like Suguru does. His bunny looks so cute whining but then falling back into your sleepy state.

Satoru slips your panties to the side, your dripping cunt so shiny within his blue orbs.

He pulls his cocklet out till his pants sit below his heavy strained balls, they need to be released very soon or he feels like he’ll explode where he sits. He glides against your fat pussy as slow as he can as to not wake you again, he can’t have his fun ruined so early and definitely not before he cums.

His breaths are coming out uneven and shaky, his whole body feels uneasy.

He uses two hands to spread your cunt, peering into your tiny soaked hole, ready to be used for hours on end.

It’s about a good hour in and Satoru is soaked in his own sweat, his clammy body and cum covered cock still hasn’t let up, he fucks your poor cunt like his life depends on it, it definitely feels that way. His balls, no matter how many times he cums still aren’t emptied.

A sleepy you is finally stirring awake, you feel pain for a few moments before total bliss blinds your body, Satoru tries to still for a moment to let you fall back asleep but finds his hips won’t stop meeting your ass, he can’t stop plunging himself deep inside of you, pulling out and doing it all over again.

You let Satoru fuck your little bunny-cunt so many times after you awake, you let him cum inside you; a large goopy wet mess by the end of it. Even if you are crying you can’t will yourself to tell him to stop because you feel so damn good. You’ll let him fuck an entire litter into you!

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yerchokito · 2 months ago

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PRETTY KITTY TURNS PRETTY HORNY .ᐟ FT SATORU GOJO

synopsis - finally you decided to adopt a new friend at the adoption centre! only, he wants to be more that friends…

warnings - p in v, brief oral sex (fem receiving) unprotected sex, slight manipulation(?) creampie, shitty smut, petname: master used mockingly, not thoroughly proofread, talk of potential children, lowk masochist gojo, ect ect. fem reader

notes - yay I finally got this out! lol it honestly did get a bit sloppy at the end but I wanted to get this out b4 christmas!enjoy! the smut is lowkey short but I don’t want to fix it..

edit - I just realised I posted this on his death date

Phew, you did it.

You finally grew a pair and adopted a newly rescued snow-leopard hybrid! After months of your self-pitying you managed to convince yourself to adopt a friend!

You spent many, many hours contemplating on whether to actually adopt. And many hours more watching sad videos on hybrids, how mistreated they are out of the adoption centre.

That was more than enough to convince you.

Now you have an exotic hybrid of your own! And he’s just the cutest little—er big thing! He’s got fluffy little ears, a handsome face, striking blue eyes, and the fluffiest tail in the world!

You’ve learnt a lot about him. His name is Satoru Gojo, around the same age as you! Unfortunately, he spent a lot of his life in illegal fighting rings. Poor thing almost got killed a while back. Luckily, his caretakers at the agency have had no aggression problems with him! He’s affectionate, friendly, reckless at times, but overall great to have as a first time owner!

He’s really—really big. His head just about reaches the ceiling of your small apartment. It's gonna be hard finding clothes for the man. Let alone a bed.

But that’s all a problem for future you!

Packing him in the car was a hefty thing, his tallness being the main problem, a little cramped (he had to lay half his body on the floor) but it worked in the end!

As soon as you bought the little—uh, big critter home, you pampered him with affections. Petting his head, rubbing his ears, scratching under his chin all that stuff that makes him mushy in the brain!

The only problem would be leaving him alone… he’s fairly clingy. You’ll just have to work on that. He seems capable enough. Hopefully…

Note to self: get a baby cam.

˗ˏˋ — ˎˊ˗

Maybe this was a mistake.

Satoru’s a really good guy, he’s friendly, definitely affectionate and really clingy. All good qualities that you love about him!

But, there are qualities you come to… dislike, so to say.

He’s bratty. defiant against your house rules, a back-talker.

He always wants attention. Pushing things off counters or using his tail to block your eyes whenever he wants to annoy you.

He’s very manipulative. Using his wide eyes to trick you—or anyone—into giving him sweets!

He’s also unbearably horny, probably his worst trait. Always trying to rub against you, heck even mount you! For someone so angelic-looking, he sure ain’t an angel.

And you can name a couple of… embarrassing incidents.

Incident #1

“Hey—Toru! What are you doing, stop that!” You shout, trying to push him back and away from— wait, are those your panties he has in your mouth!

“Satoru! Bad boy, get those out of your mouth!” You splutter, face flushing red.

But, apparently you adopted the devil.

He tilts his head in an innocent way, ears flopping to the side as he deviously munches on your precious—and very expensive—underwear.

You try to wrestle them away from his maw, unlucky for you, you’ve also adopted an abnormally tall hybrid. His innocent act drops as he dangles them above your head, laughing at your embarrassment.

Of course, he gave it back. Not without it slicked in his spit and now turned crotchless.

It was… not a great moment for you or your hopes of being dominant over him.

Incident #2

It’s a nice sunny morning, you got up earlier than your alarm, made a nice breakfast, and finally got that darned work assignment finished.

A peaceful day.

Until your precious kitty takes his biting urges on you.

“Satoru, do-don’t bite meee!” You whine, once again trying to push away the snarky beast. God, why must he be twice your size.

He chuffs, pining you with his weight as he nibbles at your skin. Tail swaying mischievously behind him.

“Mn—be still, lemme jus’…” He whispers. Devious man he is. His nibbling becomes full-blown bites, decorating your neck and collarbone in a bazillion bite marks.

Satoru only giggles at your pathetic attempts of squirming away. Pfft, you think he’ll let you walk away? Nothing gets away from his keen eyes.

Needless to say, the bite marks were not a fashion statement at work. Didn’t really capture as many complements as it did laughter.

Note to self: Invest in a muzzle.

Incident #3

Now, maybe this is your fault. You did notice the change in behaviour, he’s always been clingy— the staff at the agency did say he was… the possessive type. But! You didn’t notice the possessiveness until now! So it’s not entirely your fault.

Okay, maybe his growling at your friend— male, should you note— was a teensy red flag, the constant butting of his head against you was also alerting you. So you maybe-sorta-should’ve predicted this.

Maybe if you realised that Satoru is not entirely human (even though he acts like it), you would’ve remembered he has an amazing sense of smell.

“aaahnn… mornin’ Toru’, how did you sleep hm?” you yawn. The lack of response is unnerving, and rude.

“Hey now, ts’ not nice to ignore me, Satoru.” Again silence, wait—what the-?

“Oof! Satoru—gah!—get off!” You struggle, your overgrown hybrid kitty has decided to pounce on you, his full weight crushing you.

“H-hey—oh!” Did.. did you feel that correctly, is your boy.. oh gosh.

“Mrrow…mn, you smell s’ good.” His breath is hot against your neck, sniffing at your throat, his fuzzy ears rubbing under your chin.

“Mnh—heat, in heat? mrr..” He purrs, big hands encasing yours as the big idiot rocks his hips against your backside— oh my.

“H-huh? No, down Satoru! Bad boy—ooh!—don-don’t!” You try not to moan out as he ruts against you. Licking at the nape of your neck, almost mockingly.

“Heh— shh, I’ll take care of ya. Aw’ you’re so small compared to me..” Satoru breathes, chuckling like he always does.

…

Lets just say, Satoru has become real good friends with the spray bottle.

Note to self: Get him neutered.

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And there are way more incidents as… sexual as these ones. You love the big guy, he’s cuddly, got a fuzzy head, really warm, but he seems to really enjoy mounting you. Like, really badly.

He’s become a menace! I mean, you knew he wasn’t neutered, but you didn’t think he’d be interested in you!

It's almost everyday he tries to get in your pants! Gotta hand it to him, he’s really persistent.

Well, you won’t be taking any of his nonsense today!

“Satoru! Breakfast!” You yell out. You hear him scurrying around the corner, jeez food fein.

“Heh, mm waffles..” He purrs at your feet, nuzzling against the back of your knee.

He wraps his tail around your ankle, hands gently kneading at your leg. Nose twitching at the sugary smells.

“You hungry, sweetie?” You coo, petting the big oafs head.

Awh, maybe you’re being too harsh on him. He’s your baby, he doesn’t know any better!

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Oh who were you kidding, of course he knows what he’s doing! Why are you so gullible?

What was supposed to be a nice, calm, peaceful, non-sexual breakfast, ends up with your mischievous kitty munching on your pussy instead!

He’s got your legs up, knees having small-talk to your shoulders whilst he —quite literally— devours you.

“Satoruuu!— don’t do thaah! Oh!” You squeak. You weakly push on his head, trying to get him away from your front.

Unfortunately, Satoru is a determined cat.

“Mnn, be still. M’ hungry.” He purrs between your legs, the vibrations of his voice send tingles up your spine.

For Satoru, that delicious nectar leaking out of you is heavenly. Until this thin, pathetic piece of fabric ruins his meal. If only he could just…

rripp!

“H-huh? S’toru! Those were expensiveee— haa!” You scold. well, try to. It’s hard to speak when you’re literally breathless.

He tongues at your now naked pussy, slurping all that gooey goodness you so graciously produce. So sweet.

He pulls back, your cunt and his mouth connected by a sloppy string of spit. He coo’s and presses a kiss hard against your clit, making you twitch and moan.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the devil incarnate smiling so sweetly, his tail curling around your ankle. What was once a sweet gesture is now no longer reassuring.

Your ‘innocent’ kitty now has free rein to your more… primal parts. The stronger scent pulls on Satoru’s will, he whines at the sudden, yet aggressive urge to bury himself inside you.

Hmm maybe he should.

Hoisting himself up, Satoru leans back on his calves, admiring the little mess he’s made of you. Flushed red, panting, drooling, and completely high on the pleasure. His pants tighten.

He’s been blessed with such a cute owner!

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Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Haa— d’aww don’t be so shy, master. Heh—fhuck!” Said the devil incarnate, mockingly.

Satoru is a condescending bunch, cute but really full of himself. It’s shows in his way of fucking.

He has you on your back, legs resting on his broad shoulders as he literally folds you in half. Your head is just reeling, your face is covered in his spit, hairline all sweaty, jaw hanging open, and you're burning all over!

His cock is big, too big. It nearly split you in half when he tried to fit it in. He’s never been a patient kitty.

“Awhhh— masterrrr, you’re tightenin’ up sho’ muchhh…” He purrs. Tail swaying mockingly.

Leaning forward, Satoru nuzzles his ears against your cheek, wanting to be pet.

Unfortunately, you’re incoherent to his requests. Too focused on the harsh rutting of his cock into your sticky cunt.

“Heyyy… pet meee,” He whines, “Hm? Heh— tappin’ out already?” His eyes gleam with mischievous-ness as he grins a toothy grin. You’re not gonna make it out alive.

He bites his lip, giggling at your pleasured face. If only he could take a picture, save this moment forever. He cups your face, caressing your sweaty cheeks, then presses a loving kiss to your lips.

“Mwah! Hehe— you’re so cute,” He whispers against your lips.

In midst of this somewhat sweet moment, the pace of Satoru rolling his hips against you increases. Then turning into him full on slamming his hips into yours, huffing as he focuses on pounding you into next week.

All you can do is grip onto him, tugging on his ears. He moans pornographically, drooling as you harshly grip his sensitive ears. The painful yet pleasant sensation sparks something new in Satoru.

With the intent to breed, Satoru turns you over. His chest to your back as he leans his weight on you, arms wrapping tightly around your sweaty skin.

This new position gives Satoru a better chance at giving you some cute mini him’s!

“Oh! Oh!—Toruuu’!” You squeal, tears now brimming in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling that is undoubtedly him.

Without warning, you cum. Hole clenching and spasming and coating his lower body in a translucent liquid.

“Hm—hah— I knew you wan—ahn—wanted me!” He mewls, quickly pounding in and out, creating a wet ‘schlick!’ sound.

Oh you’re so perverted! Letting your precious kitty take you like this!

You’ll never live this down.

Satoru doesn’t seem to care.

“Oooh— m’ cumming, nng— masterrr!” He moans, non-stop humping into your creamy pussy, drooling all over you.

“Not—not insideee! Toru’!” You cry out, pushing your hips back to get him off of you, it does the opposite.

His tail wraps around your thigh as he cums. It splurts frantically inside of you, his cock twitching violently as he whines in pleasure.

It’s hot, sticky and definitely a thick load. It feels endless, liquidy rope after rope. But it feels so refreshing.

He pulls out (you didn’t think he would), nuzzling and purring at the nape of your neck. Innocently licking at your tear-stricken cheeks.

…

It’s been so long since you last experienced this pleasure.

You’ll definitely regret this later.

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Oh god, why did you do that!

Having sex with a hybrid is just a different type of low, even for you!

Oh jeez, you're just as perverted as him! Oh whywhywhywhy! He was just supposed to be a companion! Not a—

“Mrr, pet meee..” Satoru whines, pawning at your chest. He’s back to his old self again.

Mostly. He’s become more… confident in his abilities over you. Let’s just say after your regrettable (not in his eyes) playtime with him, he has no restraint on mounting you now. The idiots even started humping you in public!

Which is why you’ve been leaving him at home.

Now more than ever, you two spend a lot of time together. Mostly consisting of naps, him licking you, more naps, eating… recreational activities, blah blah blah. He now sleeps on your bed, he’s more like an overstayed one night stand than an exotic cat.

At Least he’s extra cuddly!

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ohimsummer · 3 months ago

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puppyboy! satoru loves having his ears scratched.

“how’s that feel, baby?”, you coo at him, smiling at the expression of pure bliss on his face. it’s clear by the nonstop tail wagging and the way he buries his head into your touch that he’s thoroughly enjoying this.

but he whines in response anyway, face scrunching as you tease those sensitive spots at the tips of his ears. he shuffles closer to you on the couch; you have to lean back so he can straddle you like he wants, squeezing your waist and leaning forward to plant a couple of ticklish licks over your neck. satoru’s basically pinning you down right now, though you don’t mind. his clinginess and constant need for skin-to-skin contact is always welcome.

you end up zoning out while scratching his ears, allowing your mind to wander away. satoru can never get enough of this, and one scratch of his ear can become fifteen minutes of him indulging in your affection, groaning and whining as you pamper him.

but soon those groans turn to whimpers, and he grows more fidgety. you don’t pay too much attention, as satoru has always been a restless hybrid. then you hear the curses, him muttering out ‘f–fuck, oh my go–, god—!’ under his breath, and the whimpers grow louder. you don’t realize he’s grinding against your lap until you feel something hard poke at you, but by then it’s too late. it’s a struggle to hold his head in place as he’s pushing so hard against you until…

“… satoru?”

he’s gasping for breath, and his head is heavy in your palms, and his whole body collapses on top of yours. satoru whines at the mention of his name, but he doesn’t move, can’t move after what you just unknowingly put him through.

he just really, really loves those ear scratches.

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yandere-daydreams · 1 year ago

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tw - non/con, manipulation, mentions of breeding, and unbalanced power dynamics.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's ecstatic the day his owner, Suguru, brings you home. He's the pinnacle of a spoiled pet, constantly showered in toys and treats and affection, but his owner's a busy man, and he tends to sulk when left home alone. He's had other companions before, another leopard hybrid who nearly killed him before being released back into the wild and a black panther who somehow proved to be a worse influence on Satoru than Satoru was on her, but you're supposed to be more permanent solution, another hosuepet to keep him company when Suguru can't. You're a sweet little housecat, all wide-eyes and raised ears, but still, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if you're begging to go back to the shelter less than an hour after meeting your new roommate.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who falls in love with you immediately. Suguru practically has to keep him in a chokehold while you explore your new home, eventually curling up on your new bed. Satoru's on top of you as soon as he gets loose, purring obnoxiously while he runs his bristled tongue over your cheek. Suguru's half-convinced that your first day's going to end with bloody claws and bandages, but you only nuzzle into his chest and knead at the blankets underneath you. Satoru's a difficult cat to put up with, and Suguru's relieved that you, at least, find him tolerable.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's absolutely massive compared to you. The tips of your pointed ears barely reach his collarbones, and your wrist is only as thick as his fluffy tail. His favorite hobby quickly becomes carrying you from room to room despite your softly mewled protests, and he's not happy unless he's pressed against you as closely as possible. He used to force himself into Suguru's lap whenever possible, but now, he's unbearable unless you're sitting pretty in his. He doesn't even complain when you lose your temper and dig your little fangs (barely half the size of his - a poor imitation of a real predator's) into his arm, just grinning as he tugs at your ears and pinches your cheeks. He's not exactly a wild animal, but he's still at the top of his food chain. You're not quite a mouse, but you might as well be, compared to him.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's calling you his mate after less than a full month. You don't know what it means, often parroting it back as more of a question than a term of endearment, and Suguru just brushes it off as Satoru being deliberately irritating. He keeps it up, though. even after you start refusing to respond to it.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who starts introducing you to new "games". You know you don't stand a chance against him, but somehow, he always manages to goad you into roughhousing, into squirming as he pins you under his full weight. He likes to dangle things above your head, to see how long it takes your instincts to get the best of you before your chest is pressed against his and you're pouting so adorably as you jump and bat at his hand. Sometimes, when you fall asleep mid-grooming session, he'll let his mouth wander lower than it should, and you'll wake up to his tongue lapping over your chest, his face buried between your thighs in a way that leaves you teary-eyed and warm. You've tried to tell Suguru, but you always get embarrassed and end up mumbling something as vague as 'Satoru's being mean to me, again.' In the end, Satoru only ever gets a slap on the wrist and a new reason to tease you, next time Suguru turns his back.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who fucks you whenever Suguru isn't home. He planned on waiting for your first heat (delayed by your shelter suppressants and the stress of a new home), and he knows he's not supposed to, but he just can't get enough of having your smaller body curled up underneath his, your tail thrashing from side to side as he lazily rolls his hips against yours. You tend to whine, at first, to go on and on about how weird it feels and how much it hurts, but as soon he gets his cock inside of you, all those complaints tend to go away. It's almost funny, how easily your stupid little kitty mind gets all hazy and cockdrunk. He always loves you, but he loves you most when you're drooling and purring for his cum, begging him to breed you properly between hitched moans.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's not even mad when Suguru catches him bouncing your half-conscious, fucked-out body on his cock. He wants to be the best possible mate for you, and he couldn't do that if he wasn't willing to show you off <3

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tvgals · 8 days ago

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pussydrunk! puppy hybrid! satoru who gives you backshots for the first time, he can’t help but let his tongue drop out his mouth as his calloused hands grip hard onto your hips.

pussydrunk! puppy hybrid! satoru who moans and whimpers more than you do, his eyes roaming all around your pretty, pliable body. you praise him and tell him; “you’re doing so well for me, baby..keep going” and that only coaxes him to fuck you harder.

pussydrunk! puppy hybrid! satoru that leans his upper body over your back, his head resting on your shoulder as he drools on on the pillow laying under you. you bring your hand up to squeeze his cheeks and you turn your head to press quick kisses to his face.

pussydrunk! puppy hybrid! satoru who twitches as he feels his high coming, your manicured hands scratching his head. “you can do it, ‘toru…cmon.” you whisper. satoru cums into your wet, warm pussy with a loud moan and quiet chants of your name.

he loves his pretty baby so much 😚

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kitoshii · 1 year ago

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whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male character | pt 2

lovin ? kinda psuedocest , feminization , breeding , degradation & praise , size kink / size difference , small reader , overstim …

your first meeting.. was a weird one. your moms telling you the two of you are going for dinner and of course this is a surprise - eating out is not a normal occurrence in your family, home cooked meals are much preferred, and you’re especially surprised when she says to dress in something nice. yet, you pick out clothes, something form flattering yet dressy, and the two of you are on your way to the restaurant when she proposes an idea, as if its from the top of her head. “why don’t we invite another to join us?”

youre naturally confused, but you don’t disagree, and reaching the restaurant, you’re greeted at your reserved table by two carnivores, huge ones at that, and your normally floppy ears perk up in interest. the younger one is tall, dark, and handsome and you’re swooning before you’ve even introduced yourself.

yet- you’re still confused. you’re not dumb, you can tell this was all previously planned and so as the night progresses a little more, you ask your mom about what’s going on. the oldest carnivore at the table barks out a little laugh, as does your mother, and the two explain that they’ve been seeing each other, and marriage is on the table.

so the tall, dark, and handsome wolf is going to be your tall, dark, and handsome brother. much less exciting than you’d have wished, although you are naturally happy for your mother. the night ends quite quickly, and the four of you say your goodbyes before parting ways.

your second meeting.. is what he can only describe as insufferable.

he thinks all of this is insanity. he swears under his breath, licking his fangs. his eyes are forced away from you- you, who is crossing your plush legs as you sit on the couch, leaning your weight on the armrest, exposing the side of your neck. a clean, soft surface is all he sees. something on you thats ready to be marked, littered with indents of his teeth and bruises that prove the presence of his lips on your neck- he adjusts himself where he sat, pulling his pants at the thighs to give relief to the problem he finds growing, quite literally, by the second. he’s afraid if he continues staring any longer he might do something he regrets.

he shouldn’t think this way, he knows he shouldn’t, he’s practically just met you, and under the promise of becoming siblings, but it’s not his fault, is it? you’re a pretty bunny boy, soft skin, soft ears, and soft tail on display for him, he’s known he was going to have a hard time since the moment he saw you - and even worse from the moment he smelt you. you’re so defenseless, the shorts that you’re wearing reveal far too much, your fair skin far too tempting, and your innocent eyes far too beautiful. he wants to ruin it all. he want’s to force you to have to put your guard up when he’s around, to rip the shorts off your plush thighs, exposing whats creating the small, compared to his, bulge in them, he wants to mark up your skin until you’re bleeding, nd he wants to strip the innocence from your eyes, forcing you to keep them closed tight as your tears struggle to crawl out.

his breath turns heavier, pants leaving his parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair - when he’s snapped out of his deep thoughts after your small hand is rested upon his arm and he’s suddenly aware that you’re directly in front of him- but the only thing he can focus on is your silky thighs, the cute bulge in the middle of them, and how much smaller your hand is than his because fuck, he could ruin you so easily it’s driving him insane.

a soft growl escapes from his throat and he notices the way your hand quickly retracts, and he finally tears his gaze away from his eye candy, trailing his eyes up to your face, noticing the way your long, soft ears pin backwards, as if you were a dog. worry is clear in your eyes and he raises an eyebrow, crossing his legs inconspicuously.

“are you feeling alright?” you mumble softly and his mouth opens for a second before its closed again, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. your voice is sweet like honey yet soft like velvet and his ears twitch, moving in obvious attention to you.

he doesn’t answer you, he’s not even sure if he can, choosing to simply nod his head as he stands up, towering over your small frame. he thinks he hears a squeak escape from you and his hard cock twitches in his pants, flitting through every fantasy that involves your mouth.

your third, fourth and fifth can all be considered normal, but your sixth meeting.. is surprisingly his breaking point.

he prides himself on his restraint. his ability to control his emotions, his urges- but the two of you are at your mothers house, and you are, as usual, far too relaxed, and wearing far too little clothing. he sits on a chair outside in the backyard, the shade a willow tree provides and the gentle wind cooling his face - while his lower half burns in desperation.

you’re none the wiser, innocently indulging in boy-ish behavior as you scavenge green grass for anything that may catch your eye, knees bending the blades underneath you. your back is to him - of course it is, he cant seem to catch a break, he mumbles irritatedly, curling his hands into fists from where they sat on the rests of the chair, his piercing eyes fixated on the curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the squish of your thighs, and the way he can perfectly see a prominent imprint of your balls when you bend far enough forward.

for a few moments he thinks you’re doing this on purpose, that you know of his perverted thoughts and are doing this to maybe punish him, but when your soft ears perk up, and you look back at him with sparkling eyes, a grin on your face to tell him that you’ve found, hell, a cool rock? he knows you wouldn’t do that. you couldn’t do that, you’re too dense to even notice the raging hard on in his pants every time you so much as giggle.

the two of you are inside now, still left alone with each other and you decide to join him where he stood in the kitchen, hungry for something. you open the fridge, leaning down to slide the fruit drawer open, bending at the waist and fuck..

“hm?” you ask, perking up, leaning over to peek at him from behind the fridge door. did he say that aloud?

he scans your face a few minutes before striding over to where you stood. your nose twitches in confusion and despite not being scared, your ears pin themselves back, like a dog. you take a step away from the fridge, beginning to close the door behind you before he’s on you, pressing his arm past your head quickly, closing the fridge door with a bang. you jump slightly, staring at him with big, confused, and worried eyes and his cock fucking jumps because -

“do you know that i.. am a predator?” he mumbles, looking down his nose at you with lidded eyes.

theres a flash of fear in your expression and your mouth gapes slightly. “i know.” you squeak after a beat of silence, trembling hands coming to hold onto your shirt at the chest area

“you know?” he repeats, tilting his head lightly, eyes narrowing as you nod, barely noticeable. “you don’t act like you know.”

a sharp breath escapes you and it takes a minute for you to think of an answer, treading lightly.

“how am i supposed.. to act?”

“..be wary of me. act like at any moment i will pounce on you because fuck, i could.” he growls slightly, moving himself so his forearm is propping him up on the fridge and not his hand - making an already close proximity impossibly closer.

“you could?” you repeat, staring up at him with the same big, innocent eyes but now theres something missing - the worry. the fear. “why haven’t you?” it’s a small mumble, almost a nervous stammer, quiet and hesitant but he heard it. of course he heard it, you’re the only thing he is - and has been focusing on for days.

his heavy breaths pick up, and his stare never falters from your face, slowly scanning your features with calculating movements, immediately catching any change, so when a smile creeps on your lips, a little less innocent than your eyes and in a way, teasing, he catches it. immediately. and he pounces.

a desperate, muffled cry escapes from your wet lips, his big fingers pressing against your soft tongue, sometimes slipping so far back they’d tease your uvula, making you choke around his digits. his big, thick cock presses against your flush thigh for just a moment, leaving a trail of precum.

his hand that wasnt occupied in keeping you a little quieter is three fingers into your hole, tapping your prostate so hard your body jerks with every press. he’s skilled with his hands, a cocky grin overtaking his face as his ears twitch with every cute sound from your throat and every sloppy sound from your asshole. you’re tight, too tight, he’s not quite sure his dick will fit passed the tip, but he knows you want it, and god knows he wants it too.

the thought of filling you up, of wrecking your small body and moulding you into a cockwhore for him has been infecting his mind like a virus, and he’d be damned if he stopped for anything but a safe word.

a sob fills his ears and suddenly he realizes you’d came a few seconds ago, your legs trembling and kicking up from overstimulation, sensitive dick pressing into the mattress involuntarily before jerking away.

he coos, quite condescendingly, slipping his wet fingers out of your hole, placing a light tap on your balls.

“was it too much for you, bunny?” he asks, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest, watching as you nod with a dazed look on your tear filled face.

“yeah?” a mischievous grin that you’re unable to see spreads across his lips and wandering hands snake around you, squeezing your pretty thighs, before grasping your hard cock. his breath hitches as his entire hand envelops your small cock and his own twitches, a groan escaping his throat.

“fuck,” he laughs, watching as your hips attempt to pull away from his hand. “so fuckin small compared to me.” he grins, beginning to fist your cock, twisting his wrist around it. your reaction is immediate, a loud wail echoing through the room, your hands reaching out to clasp around his bigger one in a silent plea for mercy.

with reluctance, he gives it to you, letting you fall forward on to the bed. you sniffle, hiccuping softly before pushing yourself to your knees, arching your back as far as you could with your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to him, your fluffy tail wagging in desperation.

his mouth practically waters, hand finding its way down to his dick, closing it around himself before you reach your hands behind, spreading yourself apart to expose your twitching hole. this was you submitting , giving him full control of your body and the situation, and suddenly his instincts were screaming at him to breed you. to rut into you so much that his cum was spilling out, to imprint himself onto you, and to knock you up. to fuck you so full you had to carry his pups.

his stomach coiled and suddenly he couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason. the only thing clear to him was to breed, breed, breed.

he flips you onto your back, using a generous amount of lube, allowing his cockhead to catch onto your hole. you whimper - he’s bigger than his fingers - much thicker, much longer, and much, much hotter. you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s grabbing your thighs in his hands, the skin spilling over his fingers at how tight his grip is - and suddenly his cock is fucked into you at full force. he bottoms out first thing and even the sound of your voice is delayed, the air being punched from your chest as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, before a loud shriek does jump through his ears as he begins rutting into you, as if he were a dog in heat.

overtaken with how tight you are around him, and how small you are compared to him, he presses your knees up, bending you in half, watching his big cock sink into your tight hole, and the sight is almost what tips him over.

“fu-huck,” he moans, his pelvis slapping harshly against your thighs with every sharp, deliberate piston of his hips. “takin’ me so well baby, pretty cunts sucking me in so nicely.”

his deep voice riddled with obvious need and want has your ass squeezing around him, your dick twitching as it slaps against your stomach with every rough thrust.

your noises are punched out of you and then cut off with every thrust, the harshness of them making your brain spin and legs convulse. his hold on you does nothing to hide the shaking of your thighs and body, and it makes him groan in satisfaction, a smug smirk overtaking his face.

your drool and tears slide down your chin, pretty, soaked eyelashes batting quickly as you struggle between keeping your eyes open or letting them roll back. his large frame adjusts on top of you, thrusts never faltering despite his red, burning cock growing closer to release. the new angle allows him to hold your legs flush to your chest with his shoulders, while giving room to hold your clawing hands into place and he smirks, before leaning back slightly - and his entire body jerks forward, mouth falling open, fangs baring to pierce harshly into your neck as his eyes roll back because fuck - the bulge in your soft stomach is proof enough that he’s making room in your gut for his huge cock, because you’re just so fucking small.

you kick and cry at his teeth piercing your skin because it hurts, it hurts, but you’re marked and claimed and now he wont stop. teeth covering the expanse of your neck, cock drilling into your prostate with no sign of stopping anytime soon. all you can do is take it like a whore.

“thas’ it.. good girl, my cock was jus’ made for you, isn’t that right, bunny?” he growls and your hard cock spits out something like cum again at just his words because god, his deep voice, the constant stimulation on your prostate and the dirty talk did something to you.

he’s rutting into you so roughly, goin’ so hard nd deep, and you claw at his shoulders, blunt nails doing no real damage, begging him with wails and sobs to hurry up and cum because your tiny cock is so spent nd your tight hole is gonna be gaping afterwards with the effort of fitting such a large cock into you.

for a moment you think this was a bad idea - you think that he wont stop until you’re passed out, his instincts running his brain too wild, but with a thrust up into your stomach and a press down onto his cock bulge from the outside - with help from a desperate wail and a squeal that escaped your mouth - he’s cumming buckets into your soft stomach with a mumbled, “gonna fuckin breed you bunny,” pumping his hot, sticky load into you, filling you so much it’s leakin’ onto the sheets, his knot pressing painfully against your ass hole, threatening a breach as he ruts up feverishly, growls and titters leaving his throat, canines biting into his lip.

hellooo, im kiyoshi, your writer, nd his is my first fanfiction ! its very self indulgent, nd eng isn’t my first language but if you enjoyed, this is me askin’ you to please reblog nd maybe even follow me to support writers ! we can become great friends ! ^.^

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xazse · 8 months ago

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Wolf!HybridGojo who constantly has to be told not to tackle you: his PuppyGirl!Hybrid and try to play fight with you, that he can’t be that rough with you regarding your size difference, he hates being told what to do.

Wolf!HybridGojo who can’t help but wrap you in a tight embrace in his lap and lick you everywhere, your face and neck are covered in saliva, no matter how much you whine and try to get away from his rough tongue he won’t let you up until he deems you clean enough.

Wolf!HybridGojo who finds it so easy to pin you down and hump his throbbing cock against your party-clad ass. You could be laying on the couch relaxing until you feel the cough sink and Satoru putting his full body weight on you. He usually sports no underwear so it feels ten times better when he’s grinding against you, even before he finally cums his pants are soaked with his precum, he produces a weird amount of it.

Wolf!HybridGojo who hates when you want Suguru’s attention, he hates when you leave his lap to crawl into Suguru’s lap, he hates when Suguru indulges you and scratches your ears and your tail. He can be heard on the other side of the couch huffing in frustration, he’ll reach over and pinch your tail because he knows it hurts you, That’s only happened twice and each time Suguru scolds and punishes Satoru.

Wolf!HybridGojo who can’t handle his heats, they get too strong to the point where he has to be locked in a room with Suguru, he can’t be near you in fear of hurting or losing control of himself. He’s whining the entire time in the room, his pocket-pussy toys don’t last long before he destroys the thing, Suguru jerking him off can only do so much, he just wants to be buried deep inside you but knows he can’t :(

Wolf!HybridGojo who just wants to attempt at letting you take him, so he begs and begs Suguru to let him have you or at least try, with some stubbornness he agrees but only if he’s in the room too.

He’s so damn excited when you’re being guided into the hot room by Suguru, his tail can’t stop wagging at the mere thought of you naked and all for him. Suguru had spent half the day prepping your little hole just for him. There’s dried tears on your face probably from the overstimulation you endured but you’re beaming when you finally get to see Satoru, you hug him tightly.

Hes so quick to kiss you, already trying to shove his tongue down your throat. He’s sucking on your tongue loudly and obnoxiously. He was hard before you even walked into the room but now he’s throbbing. In the midst of the kiss he’s using one hand to shrug down his pants snuggly sitting them under his balls. He moves you body closer to him, till his cock rests right inbetween the both of you and on your stomach, he begins stroking his pretty pale cock, his thick precum leaking in droves.

He pushes you on your back rather harshly: “Satoru” Suguru says through clenched teeth. He apologizes in a submissive tone: it clearly was an accident.

He places his hands under the back of your knees and pushes them till they rest on your chest. Your pussy is so small compared to him, but he loves that difference: it makes everything so much more hot. Looking closer he sees your pretty cunt is wet and shiny with your cum. he rubs his tip inbetween your folds gathering the cum and smearing it everywhere.

He pulls you lips apart and takes a minute to admire your hole, though Suguru stretched it it’s still gonna be a tight squeeze. He sees no need to wait anymore and begins sliding himself in, the first word that comes to mind is hot, how just a little past his tip its already warm and how you’re already sucking him in. He groans rather loudly mixed with your soft whines he drives him to want to stuff his full length in one go but he knows Suguru will get a different type of angry.

Wolf!HybridGojo who doesn’t stop fucking your wet sloppy cunt after one round, he keeps digging his cock deeper and deeper. The wet slapping sounds bounce off the walls and right into your ears. You can feel every vein on his cock when he throbs inside you,

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luverine · 7 months ago

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Rut ᗢ

NSFW // MDNI

He’s so desperate for you he can't help himself. He stole a pair of your underwear from the laundry basket.

Gods you smell amazing he’s drooling, shoving it in his face trying to get every bit of your essence.

He’s moaning his face in a pillow humping into his hand, back arched.

His tail joltied with each thrust. His teeth bite into the drool covered pillow tearing it to sheds.

Fuck he needs to shove his knot inside of you making you his and only his.

He needs to fill your wet hole now!

He screams out whining as he comes, his knot having nowhere to go. He lets out small cries as he calms down from the high.

He frowns, your underwear is torn to pieces and he needs more.

ᗢ LEON, SHIGARAKI, Dabi, MIDORIYA, SERO, DENKI, SHOTO, Bakugou, Armin, Eren, REINER, ITADORI, Gojo ᗢ

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delulustateofmind · 11 days ago

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Sigh

Thinking about poor, obsessive puppy hybrid Satoru who’s absolutely falling apart every time you leave. He hates it—hates—when you pat his head and give him that bright little smile, chirping, “I’ll be back later, pup!” like it’s nothing. It’s not nothing to him. It’s everything. Because you’re everything. And the thought of you out there, without him, with someone else who’s not him? It makes his chest ache, his claws scratch, and his teeth clench so hard it hurts.

He tries to hold it together, really he does, but it always ends the same: shredded couch pillows, claw marks on the doorframe, and your scent fading from the house until he’s pacing back and forth like a caged animal. He’s not a little puppy anymore, don’t you see that? He’s bigger now—stronger, smarter—and he knows exactly what he wants. You.

When you start getting ready to leave again, he’s already sulking, watching you from the corner of the room with his ears flat and his tail barely twitching. He doesn’t even pretend to hide his frustration anymore. As you grab your keys, he’s on you in an instant, slipping between you and the door like he’s guarding it with his life.

“Do you have to go?” a keen whine leaving his lips, voice soft and needy. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he presses his nose to the crook of your neck. Inhaling deeply, your scent calming and tormenting him all at once. “I hate when you leave,” he mutters, his soft lips brushing against your skin. “It’s not fair. Why don’t you just stay? You don’t need to go. You have me.”

You try to pull back, but his grip tightens, his tail curling around your leg as if to keep you anchored to him. His blue eyes are wide and pleading, the faintest sheen of tears threatening to spill. “Please,” he whispers, his voice cracking just enough to make your chest ache. “Stay with me. We can do anything you want. A movie, cuddles, whatever. I’ll even be good. I won’t lick your face so much, I promise. I won’t kiss your neck again—unless you want me to.”

The poor pup is trembling slightly, and you know he’s really trying to be good. He hasn’t ripped up your panties in days—weeks, even. Hasn't been humping your leg as much either. Hasn't been trying to rip your towel off your naked body when you get out of the shower. Hasn't been feasting between ylur thighs in the dead of the night. Really, he’s holding himself together by a thread, but every time you turn that doorknob, it feels like you’re cutting that thread on purpose.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice low and primal. “Don’t you see that? I’m your good boy. You don’t need anyone else. Just stay.”

And it’s hard to ignore the way he’s clinging to you like he’ll break if you leave. He’s so warm, so desperate, so perfectly pitiful that it’s hard not to give in. But when you finally push past him and promise, “I’ll be back later,” he’s left staring at the closed door, trembling with frustration and heartbreak.

By the time you come home, you’re greeted with chaos: the couch cushions are destroyed again, your favorite shirt has been dragged across the house and thoroughly shredded, and there’s Satoru in the middle of it all, panting softly, his tail wagging just enough to betray his nervous excitement.

“You’re back,” he says, voice coming out uneven slightly feral as he pads over to you, his ears flat and his eyes glossy. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, even though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “I just get so lonely without you. I’ll be good next time. I’ll wait like a good boy. Just… don’t leave me, okay?”

#hybrid #hybrid au #jujutsu kaisen #yandere satoru gojo #yandere hybrid #hybrid gojo #jjk gojo #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄- HOW YOU MET THEM

WARNING: mentions of violence (Toji and Sukuna), flulff SYNOPSIS: Introductory post of my HYBRID JJK VERSE NOTE: Upcoming- Mating season (smut)

ᯓ★ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎- BAT HYBRID

THUD

You jolt up from bed, heart racing, as the sound pierces the silence of the night. Throwing off the covers, you leap out of bed, curiosity mingled with concern driving you to investigate. Creeping to the window, you cautiously peek outside, squinting into the darkness.

There, sprawled on the ground below, lies a figure, human in form but distinctly different. Your breath catches in your throat as you discern the shape of black wings and pointed ears against the dim moonlight. With a rush of adrenaline, you dash downstairs, your mind racing with questions and apprehension.

Approaching the fallen being, you notice the unmistakable mark of fear etched on his face, accentuated by the ominous black mark on his nose. "Hey?" you call out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper.

Startled, the creature turns to face you, his eyes wide with a mixture of fright and pain. His deep, resonant voice trembles as he speaks, "Please… help me. My wings… I think they're broken."

Your initial shock gives way to empathy as you realize the gravity of his plight. "Are you… a vampire?" you inquire, your voice wavering with uncertainty.

He shakes his head slowly, strands of black hair falling across his pale, gaunt face. "No," he replies, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I am half-human, half-bat."

With a surge of determination, you extend a helping hand, offering to assist him to his feet. As he rises, you catch a clearer glimpse of his features - his ebony hair tied back in two distinctive edges, his pallid complexion, and the weary, haunted look in his baggy eyes.

Without hesitation, you guide him back inside your home, the weight of his brokenness heavy on your shoulders. As you lead him inside, you vow to help this mysterious being, to mend his shattered wings and perhaps, in doing so, to heal the wounds of his troubled soul.

You carefully bandage his broken wings, but upon closer inspection, you realize the damage is more severe than initially thought. With a heavy heart, you express your concern, "They don't look too good… I suppose you can't fly for a while."

He meets your gaze with pleading eyes, a silent plea for compassion. "Can I stay with you until then?" he asks, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

You pause, contemplating the implications of inviting this enigmatic being into your life. After a moment of reflection, you reply, "Fine… you can stay. It will take time for you to adjust with me."

A mixture of relief and gratitude wash over him as he pulls you into a heartfelt embrace, craving the warmth of connection. You can't help but smile at his earnestness, understanding the yearning for companionship hidden beneath his otherworldly exterior.

ᯓ★ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔- CAT HYBRIDS

You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of chattering coming from your kitchen. Groggy and confused, you sit up in bed.

Something is definitely wrong.

You wobble on unsteady legs as you make your way to the kitchen to find out what’s causing the noise.

The kitchen light is off, but you can hear some rustling sounds. You flip on the light switch, and the noise stops. As your eyes adjust to the brightness, you see them—two large cat-human hybrids, one white and one black, wrestling on the floor.

Their eyes immediately meet yours. Milk is spilled all over the floor, adding to the chaos.

Their gazes lock onto yours as spilled milk creates chaos on the floor.

You're stunned, unable to move. The black one gestures at the white one and accuses, "It's all his fault," his voice smooth as velvet. He leans towards the white one, nudging him gently with his muzzle, provoking a growl from the white hybrid. In the dimly lit room, his eyes shine brightly, though slightly smaller than the white one, he carries a similar aura of power. His tail wags eagerly, tapping the floor with excitement.

The white one pushes his muzzle away with a paw, his white-pinkish ears constantly twitching; the action is gentle, the two clearly having a good relationship despite the light teasing, "No, this is Suguru's fault."

Confused and overwhelmed, you blurt out, "Get out of my house!"

They both give you pleading looks. The black one speaks again, "W-We just wanted some milk... We were hungry, and... your windows were unlocked... Please, can we stay here for a few days? We have nowhere else to go."

Exasperated, you sigh. "Fine, but only one of you can stay. I can't take care of both."

They cling to each other, pleading desperately. "Please, we can't be apart."

Rubbing your forehead, you relent. "Okay, but no causing trouble. Both of you can stay."

Instantly, they pounce on you, showering you with joyful licks as they express their gratitude.

ᯓ★ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀- TIGER HYBRID

"Come out of that cave for god's sake," you call out, waiting for the creature to emerge so you can snap a good picture. You've always enjoyed photographing animals, so when you heard about the new tiger-human hybrid at the zoo, you were eager to capture it on film. Choosing the evening when the area is deserted, you head to the enclosure, hoping for uninterrupted photography.

"Oh... Oh, I see it," you mutter, attempting to zoom in with your camera. A glimpse of pink hair catches your eye, but it's not clear. Then disaster strikes. Your camera slips from your grasp, and in your attempt to catch it, you lose your balance and tumble into the cage.

As you hit the ground, the tigers in the cage swarm around you. Panic sets in as you realize there's no one nearby to help. You curse your own recklessness as the tigers prepare to attack. But then, the pink-haired hybrid steps forward, his voice deep and commanding.

"Brave of you to jump into the tiger's cage," he remarks. The other tigers seem to cower in his presence. He kneels down to your level, his tongue darting out, saliva glistening.

"Finally, a good meal," he says, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Desperately, you plead for mercy. "P-please, let me go. I'll do anything."

He chuckles darkly which sounds more like a roar. "Anything, you say? Hmm... Then get me out of this cage," he demands. Fear grips you as you realize the gravity of the situation.

"H-how... I don't..." you stammer, but he interrupts, seizing your throat with a deadly grip.

"Then be my meal," he growls.

Frantically, you agree to help. "F-fine... I'll help," you manage to choke out, hoping it's enough to spare your life.

With the hybrid's grip loosening slightly, you scramble to gather your wits. Your mind races as you try to devise a plan to fulfill his demand.

How can I possibly get him out of this cage? you think, panic rising like bile in your throat.

Suddenly, a thought strikes you. The gate! If I can somehow open the gate... With newfound determination, you manage to croak out, "I need... the keys... to open the gate."

The hybrid regards you with a mixture of amusement and suspicion. "Keys, huh? You expect me to believe that?" he snarls.

You nod frantically, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, yes! The keys! They're... they're with the zookeeper. I am thinking of a way. Just let go off me!"

The hybrid eyes you warily, then releases his grip on your throat. "Fine," he grumbles. "But make one wrong move, and I'll finish what I started."

As you struggle to come up with a plan to escape the dangerous situation you've found yourself in, you spot movement outside the enclosure. With a surge of hope, you see a zoo staff member approaching. Frantically, you wave and call out for help.

The staff member's eyes widen in shock as they spot you inside the cage. "What on earth are you doing in there?" they exclaim, hurrying over to the gate.

You quickly concoct a story, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fear coursing through you. "Someone locked me in here! I'm the vet, and I was checking on the hybrid when the gate closed behind me. Please, hurry and bring the keys!"

The staff member looks hesitant, clearly taken aback by the situation, but they nod and rush off to retrieve the keys.

Meanwhile, the hybrid eyes you with suspicion, his predatory instincts on high alert.

"Just make him faint when he brings the key. Don't hurt him, okay?" you plead, hoping to appeal to his sense of self-preservation.

"Why should I listen to you?" he roars, his patience wearing thin.

"Because I'm helping you escape," you reason, desperation creeping into your voice.

Grumbling, the hybrid reluctantly agrees, his gaze never leaving the approaching staff member.

When the staff member returns with the keys, the hybrid pounces without hesitation, pinning the unsuspecting individual to the ground. A deafening roar echoes through the enclosure, and the staff member faints from sheer terror.

Quickly, you snatch the keys from the fallen staff member's hand and unlock the gate. The hybrid bounds out of the cage, his powerful form moving with grace and speed.

As you both make your escape, the other tigers seem almost relieved to see you go, as if they're eager for the chaos to end.

Once you're safely outside the enclosure, you lock the gate behind you and return the keys to the unconscious staff member's hand. Then, under the cover of darkness, you and the hybrid make your way out of the zoo.

But just when you think you're in the clear, the hybrid pounces on you once again, a hungry gleam in his eyes. "Time for my dinner, don't you think?" he growls.

"W-wait! You told me you wouldn't hurt me! I helped you escape!" you cry out, tears welling in your eyes.

He licks your cheek with a smirk. "Well, when Sukuna is hungry, he eats anything that's in front of him."

You try to wriggle free from his grasp, but his paw-like hand holds you firmly in place. "Please... I have food at home. Don't eat me! I'm not tasty!" you plead desperately.

"Do you have meat at your home?" he asks, his tone surprisingly calm.

You nod frantically, hoping beyond hope that he'll spare you.

"Fine. I'll follow you to your home. But if you're lying, I'll eat you right there," he warns, his gaze unwavering.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you lead him to your home, each step heavier than the last. When you arrive, you quickly retrieve some meat from your fridge and offer it to him.

He seems content for the moment, but then he declares, "Very well. This is my new home."

You try to protest, but he cuts you off with a dismissive snort. "As long as you don't tell anybody I'm here, everything will be fine. You know what will happen if you do."

ᯓ★ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎- BLACK PANTHER HYBRID

Sweat drips down your forehead as you run through the dense woods, your heart pounding in your chest. You hear the loud growls and snarls of the tiger getting closer and closer. The adrenaline rushes through your veins as you trip over a fallen log. You hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of you. You look up to see the tiger bearing down on you, its yellow eyes full of hunger.

As your fear intensifies, you can't help but think how you ended up in this situation. Why did you decide to take the shortcut through the woods instead of sticking to the paved streets? Now you're about to become a meal for a wild beast. Your mind races through all the things you could've done differently, the choices that led you here. If only you had taken a different route, your life might be different now.

Your eyes squeeze shut, preparing yourself to face your fate but soon enough an unexpected event unfolds. A massive, black form leaps onto the tiger, sending it tumbling away. The two animals engage in a furious battle, the sound of snapping teeth and growls deafening.

Your body aches and your feet throb, the injury bleeding profusely. The adrenaline is quickly waning, and you can feel your consciousness beginning to slip away. You try to run, but your body won't cooperate. The throbbing in your head intensifies, and the world starts to fade to black.

As your eyelids fall shut, you're left with the knowledge that your life hangs in the balance, an unwitting pawn in this primal struggle. The two animals continue their violent dance, oblivious to the fact that the prize they both seek is barely clinging to life mere feet away. Your breaths come in shallow, ragged gasps as blackness engulfs you, consuming your senses, and you slip into the abyss of unconsciousness.

You stir and slowly awaken in a pitch-black space. Your injured foot tingling, and you realize that a warm, rough tongue is lapping at your wound. With your heart pounding and your eyes adapting to the low light, you leap up in surprise to see a big, hybrid figure standing in front of you. Part panther, part man, his muscular form is a testament to its feline heritage. His deep green eyes pierce into you, holding an air of mystery. A scar etches a jagged line along the right side of his mouth, giving his face a dangerous edge.

Despite his menacing demeanour, there is tenderness in the way he looks at you. With a deep, velvety voice, he replies, "I don't eat humans, so don't be afraid."

Your voice trembles as you ask, "W-why did you save me?"

He responds with a casual air, "Ah, that tiger was a menace, always trying to feed on humans. Thought I'd teach him a good lesson." A flick of his panther-like tongue gently traces your cheek, as if silently asking for your trust.

Overwhelmed by the turn of events, you manage to stammer, "Can I go home now?" His face softens, and it's clear that he's reluctant to let you go. He's developed a connection with you, but yea he has to let you go so he eventually nods with a heavy heart.

"Fine, you don't look too good to go by your own. Your foot is injured, and other animals can hurt you." He looks at you with concern, his green eyes fixed on your bleedings. "I will help you return home."

With an unspoken bond formed between the two of you, he gently lifts you onto his back, using his strong, muscular arms to support you. The warmth of his body offers comfort, and you can't help but feel safe and protected, even as you're carried through the still-dangerous woods. He moves with the agility of a panther, his steps sure and confident.

His panther-like ears twitch with each new sound, alert to any potential dangers. He dashes through the woods at a breakneck speed, your directions guiding him towards the safety of your home. Your heart races in your chest as you cling tightly to his neck, grateful for his strength and protection.

The journey seems to go by in a blur, the whirlwind of events leaving you shaken. But, with every passing second, the comforting thought of returning to familiar surroundings grows stronger. The sight of your home, drawing nearer, brings a sense of relief, and you can't help but let out a breath you' have been holding. You slide off his back onto the pavement, the familiar crunch of gravel underfoot a stark contrast to the softness of the woods. You turn to face your savior, words of gratitude tumbling from your lips.

The first light of dawn creeps over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the landscape. Your savior begins to turn away, the time for him to leave drawing near. Panic wells up inside you, and without thinking, you reach out and cling to him. The thought of him departing too much to bear. Your voice quivers as you plead, "Please, don't leave. Can you stay with me for a few days?"

He regards you with a mixture of surprise and concern, his green eyes holding a wealth of emotions. "I can't," he responds but your pleading eyes seem to have an effect on him, and after a moment of hesitation, he relents slightly, "All right, just for a day. After that, I'll have to return to my place."

His agreement brings a wave of relief, and you cling to him for a moment longer before stepping back, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you," you breathe, leading the way inside your home..

Little did he know, the decision he made to spend a day at your house would change everything. As the hours pass and the day turns into night, the sense of comfort and safety he provides begins to weave its way into your heart. You find yourself growing increasingly reluctant to let him go, his presence now a much-needed source of calm amidst the chaos of your life.

ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐆- BEAR HYBRID

As you walk down the street, the cold winds bite at your skin, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, you notice several men trailing behind you. Panic sets in, and you break into a sprint, ducking into an empty alleyway. But as you reach the end of the alley, you realize there's no way out. They've surrounded you.

Alone and terrified, you feel like your luck has run out. But then, a noise startles everyone. Heavy footsteps echo in the alley, and all heads turn. A massive creature lumbers toward you, sending the men into a frenzy. "A bear!" they cry, scrambling to escape over the alley walls. Left behind, you remember a tale about playing dead to evade a bear's wrath. With trembling body, you collapse to the ground, feigning unconsciousness.

As the creature draws closer, it speaks in a human voice, catching you off guard. "Either you're playing dumb or you think I am," it remarks, its features coming into focus. It's a peculiar sight – a man with an average build, sporting short black hair styled longer on top, dark eyes, and a thin mustache. But atop his head are unmistakable brown bear-like ears, and his stature is massive, resembling that of a human-bear hybrid.

Confusion swirls in your mind. Could such a creature exist? Before you can ponder further, he chuckles and remarks, "You owe me a jar of honey."

Bewildered, you sit up, daring to ask, "What are you?"

His response is gentle, "A bear hybrid, I suppose."

You speak again, "I.. don't have any honey with me."

"Too bad," he replies with a smirk, "You seem like honey to me." Fear still grips you, but he reassures, "Don't worry, I won't eat you... yet." His mischievous grin sends shivers down your spine. Uncertain of what to make of this bizarre encounter, you cautiously accept his offer to escort you home.

Despite your initial trepidation, you find yourself trusting him, if only because he saved you from a perilous situation. And so, with this creature by your side, you embark on the journey home, your mind buzzing with questions and disbelief.

As you reach your home, his presence is somehow comforting. "My honey... dear?..." he murmurs softly, and you fidget with your fingers, trying to find an answer. "I don't have it. I will have to buy and then..."

Before you can complete your sentence, he leans in, cupping your cheeks, his lips find yours. Your eyes widen in shock at his sudden, electrifying kiss. It sends a shiver down your spine, grounded by his arrogant proclamation.

"Mhm, you are sweeter than honey," he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Bet I'm gonna stay with you until my one jar is complete."

You stutter, taken aback by the unanticipated intimacy. "U-until what's complete?" You question, still trying to fully process the bizarre encounter.

The bear-man, now seemingly confident in his claim, swaggers into your home as if he owns the place. You follow hesitantly, lingering at the door.

"Until I get one jar of honey," he clarifies, sitting down on the couch, "But I bet it won't take long. Just the sight of you alone is sweet enough." His voice drips with innuendo, and you blush furiously, unsure how to respond.

"Y-you can't just barge into someone's home," you stammer.

"My apologies, but the circumstances call for it," he responds nonchalantly.

You are stunned by his boldness, yet you cannot overlook the fact that he saved you from those men. Maybe it's the thrill of this wild encounter, but you can't deny that he's charming. "I-I.. I don't know," you reply, unsure of whether you're ready to have your world turned upside down by this enigmatic creature.

ᯓ★ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈, 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈, 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 & 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄- BUNNY HYBRIDS

"This white one, this black one, this brown one, and this grey one... YEYYYY!" you exclaimed in pure delight as you gazed upon the adorable human-bunny hybrids in front of you. Their fluffy ears twitched, their small tails twitched, and their eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"I WANT ALL OF THEM!" you declared, unable to contain your excitement. But your parents, standing nearby, didn't seem as enthusiastic about the idea of bringing home four new additions to the family.

"Y/N, choose only two," they urged, trying to reason with you.

But you weren't having it. You wanted all of those charming creatures, each with their unique color and personality. "No, I WANT ALL OF THEM!" you insisted, jumping up and down and throwing a small tantrum.

"All four will be trouble," one of your parents sighed, exchanging a knowing look with the other. "I don't think your kid is going to listen," the latter chuckled.

ᯓ★ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 & 𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐄 - DOG HYBRIDS

Before you were born, three special beings were already part of your family: Hiromi, Nanami, and Kusakabe. They're dogs mixed with humans, each with their own unique qualities. Hiromi is the oldest and wisest, Nanami is gentle but strong, and Kusakabe is full of energy and happiness.

In one word- they're family. They were already part of the family long before you arrived. When you were born, they were already there, part of the household. When they first saw you, they felt a strong connection with you, even though you're a bit different from them.

ᯓ★ 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎- SNAKE HYBRID (NAG)

"Big News! The nag broke free from the lab! If you spot it, call this number: 69696969696969."

You switch off the TV, muttering, "Why can't they keep a better eye on animals? They don't deserve this. But I wanna see what it looks like" You head to the kitchen for some food. Suddenly, you hear a hissing noise. "I need to clear my mind. I'm even hearing snake sounds," you smile to yourself, and then you freeze. "Wait... hissing sound?" You turn around to see a huge snake with a human-like upper body and a snake-like lower half—typically mythological character like.

You find yourself in the midst of a gripping situation. The room feels charged with tension as you stand face to face with the escaped nag. Its presence is both captivating and terrifying.

The nag towers over you, its imposing figure a stark contrast against the mundane surroundings of your home. Its upper body bears a resemblance to that of a human, but its lower half is unmistakably serpentine, coiled and ready to strike.

Its face, marked with intricate patchwork patterns, holds an otherworldly allure. Its eyes, one a deep, mysterious blue and the other a haunting shade of gray, seem to pierce through your very soul.

Long strands of grayish-blue hair cascade down its back, swaying with each subtle movement. They are neatly sectioned into three thick strands, each tied off at the end, adding to the creature's enigmatic appearance.

As it grins, you can't help but notice its fangs—two of them, each as large as a snake's, gleaming ominously in the dim light of the room.

But perhaps the most chilling sight is its tail, which coils around your body with a vice-like grip, constricting your every movement and leaving you gasping for air.

In this moment, fear and disbelief course through you as you realize the gravity of the situation. You are face to face with a creature straight out of myth and legend, and it has you firmly in its grasp.

You try to scream, but the nag's grip around your waist is too tight, choking off the sound. You can feel your breathing becoming labored, your chest constricted, the nag's tail seemingly tightening with each panicked attempt to draw in air.

Your heart races as you wait for the jagged teeth to sink into your flesh, but instead of biting, the nag's forked tongue darts out licking your teary cheek. The contrast between anticipating excruciating pain and gentle caress makes your blood run cold.

Your whimpers fade as you gaze into the creature's heterochromia eyes. "Hooman~" Its voice is like the rustling of autumn leaves, soft yet unsettling. "Not gonna hurt you if you don't hurt me."

A look of confusion crosses your face as he releases you, still gripped by confusion as to why a creature capable of such destruction is harming you not. "You escaped from the lab, right?" you ask tentatively.

The nag lets out a small pout, "They treated me very bad..." Tears begin to stream down its patchwork face, and you're left wondering if the display is genuine or nothing more than an act. "I want to be taken care of... Do I not deserve it?"

You find yourself grappling with your own emotions, the nag's pleading expression tugging at your heartstrings. You're still scared of it but somehow, you can't seem to resist its charms. Biting your lip in indecision, you finally reply, "I will tell them to take care of you in a good way. You should return there."

He shakes his head vehemently as his tail coils even tighter around you this time, almost comforting. "No... Not gonna go there AGAIN!" he protests, his voice laced with desperation. "Please... You look like a good hooman... Please take care of mee~" It presses its face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. The nag's cold touch adds to the unsettling atmosphere.

"Are you sure... you can stay with me?" you ask, mindful of the consequences but feeling a strange kinship forming. The nag's face lights up, and you can see how desperately it wants this. "Yes... yes, please."

Given the situation, you sigh and agree to the nag's request. You realize that it's not going to leave you alone anyway. Plus, it's not like having a nag as a house pet is an everyday occurrence.

ᯓ★ 𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎- GORILLA HYBRID

As the sun shone down on the lush greenery of the picnic area, innocent you sat with your family, enjoying a delightful family picnic. Amidst the laughter and chatter, you decided to indulge in one of your favorite snacks - bananas. Grabbing one from the fruit basket, you eagerly peeled it open and devoured it in no time, savoring its sweet flavor.

Bananas Bananas Bananas, I LOVE BANANAS

But one banana was not enough to satisfy your craving, and you reached for another. As you peeled it open, a sudden poke on your shoulder startled you. Whipping around, you found nobody there. Shrugging off the odd sensation, you turned back to your banana, only to find it mysteriously missing, leaving only the peel in your hand.

Confused and slightly unnerved, you grabbed another banana from the basket, determined to enjoy it without any interruptions. Yet, once again, a poke on your shoulder disrupted your moment, and when you looked back, the banana was gone, just like before.

Frustration mounting, you stood up and scanned the surroundings, searching for the prankster responsible for the disappearing bananas. Your eyes fell upon a figure giggling mischievously nearby.

"You did it!" you accused, rushing towards the person, but it darted away with surprising agility, effortlessly climbing up a nearby tree.

In your attempt to follow, you ended up stumbling and falling, landing with a painful thud. As you winced in pain, the laughter ceased, replaced by a sense of guilt. The figure descended from the tree and approached you cautiously.

"Sorry," he muttered, extending a hand to help you up. Looking up, you found yourself face-to-face with an unusual sight - a hybrid creature with a big body and chest like a gorilla but the face and features of a human. Despite his intimidating physique, he seemed of your age.

"You could have asked me," you scolded, rubbing your sore limbs.

He hung his head in apology once more, explaining that he couldn't resist the opportunity to play a harmless prank.

As you talked, you realized that despite his unusual appearance, you felt a strange connection with him. He was just like you, craving friendship and acceptance.

When it was time to leave, you hesitated, not wanting to part ways with your newfound friend. Gathering your courage, you introduced him to your parents, who were taken aback by the sight of the hybrid creature.

"That's not a human," they exclaimed, exchanging worried glances.

But as you pleaded with them to let your new friend come home with you, they relented, touched by your earnestness and compassion.

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im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU 😭 😭 😭

18+ mdni; gn!reader

puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck – it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch – but he's being punished right now.

he has been a bad pup.

a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.

sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.

the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.

the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs – it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.

he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!

his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...

another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.

"does puppy wanna play, hm?"

his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.

his eyes are glued to your center – his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.

(as if you aren't just that already.)

more. he needs more.

the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still – he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.

he likes it.

satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.

you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again – he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.

he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.

"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."

his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."

his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.

"please what, baby?"

"taste, please, can i have a taste?"

you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"

pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed – close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.

his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you – hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give him—

—ready to give whatever you'll take.

you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.

but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.

"are you gonna behave, puppy?"

"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.

loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.

the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck – a clear sign of him not getting enough air.

but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle – the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.

drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.

"such a cute, pup, hm?"

you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.

he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?

you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?

right?

+ @staryukis & @ohimsummer hiiiiiiii guuuyss.... puppyboy!satoru on my mind so i just had to tag you two too hehehehe:333

#super not proofread again i'm sorry this just popped into my head and i knew i had to get it out #the magnet reference is for u logan my dear #lmao #I LOVE BLUE BALLLSSSSS #YEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #so fun to end stuff like this ngl #hehehhehehee #puppy!gojo #angel boy #wtf mickey can write #gojo #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #tw hybrids

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