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mafia boss bakugou 🩸

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ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.

there is no such thing as a "real job." all forms of work are real and valid.

there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.

doing nothing is good for my soul.

i am not defined by what i produce.

my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.

i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.

i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.

happy birthday to the god explosion murder dyamight

BNHA ! Bakugou Katsuki

WC: 1.7k

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, kidnapping, captive darling, gross Bakugou

Thinking about hermit forest-dweller Bakugou who lives alone in his lodge…

You got a little lost off the beaten track and were so relieved when you happened upon his homey red-wood cabin, spotting smoke from the chimney and feeling your stomach gurgle from the promise of warm food when knocking on his door.

You’re so terribly sorry to bother him – but your phone has no cell reception, and the map you brought with you had gone pasty and torn in the rain and you have just no idea where you are or how to get back.

He’s rather handsome for a loner, you think. Rough around the edges – hairy and reeking of beer and barnacles. He grunts out a “come in” after you’ve explained yourself, and you follow with a relieved smile, already thanking him.

But only a short second after you’ve taken a step over the threshold comes a hard cack to the back of your head. And for a cloudy moment, you’re something akin to numb all over – only barely registering the harsh feeling of splintery wooden floors against your cheek where you’d fallen to – slowly succumbing to the darkness that forced your eyes to glide close – but not before you could recognize and curl your brows to the big pair of black mountain boots in front of you.

When you wake up, you’re in a bed. It’s a welcomed softness – a warm pleasantness against your wintered skin after you’d wandered aimlessly around in the cold rain – now getting toasty from the heat of the fireplace. 

But there’s something more – something not right. 

You’re not wearing any clothes. And your hands have been roped behind your back in a strict knot, keeping them locked tightly together. 

And you’re being rocked against the sheets – back and forth, back and forth – and you can barely breathe because of it.

And there’s something on top of you – and something fat and wet stuffing your cunt from the back, fucking your taut hole while your eyes flutter with sleep and the start of a pounding headache.

You try screaming when it dawns on you – try twisting your arms free – try getting up, but your mouth has been filled with what you think is your underwear and only muffled cries manage to escape it.

He gruffs out something like, “Quiet, whore.” Planting a harsh slap against your ass while keeping his rhythm steady, thrusting his thickness inside the wet welcome of your quivering little cunt as it seeps with slick for him, soaking him so sweetly it’s even trickling down your thighs in slim lines.

You cry, feeling the stranger touch and fuck you, his heavy hands gritty from work groping the soft fat of your ass while his booted feet kick yours further apart once you try pulling them closed – punishing you with another mean slap to your plush. 

The ache in your belly tells you he’s been at it for a while. Having fucked your tightness sore with his girthy meat – shoving it so hard it bends in order to fit all of him inside. His heavy-hung balls swing beneath him, clapping with wet slaps against your budding clit – making your cunt squeeze and suckle him despite your efforts to ignore it.

He groans at the feel before thrusting in all the way to the hilt in one harsh jab – spewing his gross warmth right into your womb. 

You’re shell-shocked. Eyes terror-wide, drying as you stare into nothing – waiting for it to make sense – but it doesn’t. A stranger had just spunked inside you and you can feel the warm fatty liquid trickle down your cunt and thighs once he pulls his chubby member out.

“S’been a while since I had my balls emptied like that. Good puss’ milked me dry.” He grumbles with satisfaction, lifting his pants from the pool around his boots and buckling himself back up – giving your puffy cunt a wet slap before he’d quite simply just walked off and gone about the rest of his day – returning to use you later.

From then on, you wear nothing but an old red flannel shirt – it smells of man sweat and other things and is so well-worn all the buttons are gone. The clothes you came in were used as easy firewood. He’d burned it all – every article in your backpack except one – the panties you’d worn – which he instead nailed to the wall like it was another pelt or the head of an animal he’d hunted down.

He keeps you on the floor most of the time. You’re leashed with a fat metal chain meant for a rottweiler – and a leather collar kept snug around your throat with a lock and a tag that reads Pup. He must’ve had a dog at some point, but you’re guessing it died – and you’re its replacement – and whether you want it or not, he’s going to train you into being his proper bitch.

During morning news, you take care of his morning wood – sometimes with your cunt and sometimes with your mouth. He’s still cuddly after waking up, needy for warmth, wanting you skin-to-skin – mostly seating you down on his lap, bouncing you lightly on his cock with his chin resting in the grove between your neck and shoulder. Groaning tiredly while pawing your tits. 

If he doesn’t blow his load before the news is over, he’ll bring you with him in the shower. And in the steamy heat, he’ll wake up to give you a real pounding. Your face mushed against the tiles – chin and cheekbone bruising from the force of it while he holds your arms behind your back and rams up into your cunt faster than the droplets fall to the floor. Quick juts until finally creaming inside you, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades while dumping every last drop in deep.

After a long day, he likes when you suck his balls while he drinks his beer and eats his dinner, watching sports. Licking the sweat off the back of his cock, no doubt tasting the dried piss from when he’d taken a leak in the forest. Sometimes he’ll say it. “Suck it clean, slut- be happy I didn’t take a shit, or you’d be tonguin’ my ass with that pretty face too.” Always threatening you with something gross that’ll kick you into the right gear – motivating you to be his little cock-eager whore – down there on your knees with your hands bracing against his thighs, throating his length while he holds a firm hand at the back of your head, fisting your hair so tight strands rip free from their roots while you desperately try and will away your gag reflex in order to please him – eyes squeezed tight with slobber making spit bubbles down your chin.

You’re not allowed dinner before swallowing his load. Dinner – being the leftovers he’ll scrape off his plate into a dog bowl. The first time around, you’d looked up at him like he couldn’t be serious, and he’d only squeezed your face rough and said, “Be happy I don’t piss in it, slut.” And then he’d spat on you, once on your face, then once more in your mouth. It was thick and tasted of brown nicotine and ash and you haven't gotten rid of the taste since.

He’ll throw his feet up on your back while you bow down to eat out of your bowl – using you like a warm footstool until the game is done. If his team wins, he fucks your cunt like usual – but if they lose, it’s your assthat’ll pay the price.

When you’re allowed on the couch, he likes sitting opposites so you can take his muddy boots off and massage his feet. They’re still clammy with sweat from work when you peel his woolen socks off. Chipped dry toenails and scaley callouses, the skin yellow and cracked and rough where you dig your fingers in. 

He’ll take his cock out after a while and gather your smaller, softer feet around it – rubbing himself through them while you keep rubbing his soles. When you’re busy with one, the other rests heavily on your tit, pawing it. Sometimes, he’ll even bark at you to suck on the toes.

But it's only until the news is over. After that, he has you crawl over to rest on his chest, nose stuffed with the musk of sweat, wood oil, and leather while he sinks his fat erection all the way up into your womb – storing it there, where it will stay nestled and warm while you watch a western or hunter’s documentary.

He’s hairy like a bear and it makes you feel extra naked. Feeling it tickle your soft skin while he rests an arm on your back – a hand absentmindedly twiddling with your pretty hair.

When he’s not outside cutting down trees and hunting or inside on the couch with a beer, he’s in the meat locker – skinning animals and sectioning flesh. He often fucks you in there. Bent over the cold metal slab, your face in the stags' blood while he growls at your ear how that’ll be you on one of them hooks if you don’t squeeze his cock harder. 

But he’s not always so mean.

He’s nicer to you when you act cute for him. When you lie belly-up, raising your thighs and keeping them spread wide for him – covering your gash with your hand while you work it into a nice glossy welcome, wet and ready to get fucked like a little breeding cow. Pretty words on your pretty lip while you beg him with pretty pleas, asking him to stuff you like one of those animals he’s mounted on the wall. 

Rich city sluts like you need to be taught you can’t fuck around in his forest without paying your dues. And you’ve learned your lesson – riding him like he’s a mechanical bull from the rodeo like a good tramp should – jumping on his fat shaft with your perky tits bouncing in his face. 

Uraraka and her punk girlfriend

You met Katsuki Bakugo in middle school when you had moved into the house next door and transferred to his school, He wanted you the second he laid eyes on you and he basically forced his way into your life by the second day of class. He demanded your attention and he’d get aggressive if he didn't get it. The first time it happened it was a few months into the two of you knowing each other and you had been engrossed in a book as you sat in the grass on your front lawn and hadn’t heard Bakugo calling your name from next door he walked over and yanked on your hair hard, something that would become his go-to to put you in check. “if you had just answered the first time I wouldn’t have had to do that” he said offering his hand to help you up before casually telling you whatever it is he needed your attention for at that moment.

One day he found you kneeling in front of a tree, you with your back to him didn't notice him until he spoke making you jump “What’ere you doin’ nerd?” You turn to him opening your hands to reveal a baby rabbit with a gash on its leg that was slowly healing thanks to your quirk. You smile up at him as the bunny heals and hops away Katsuki however just rolls his eyes and turns around. “Come on, the hag’s making your favorite tonight so y’er stayin’ with me.” he says as you stand up dusting off your uniform following behind him quietly. Even though you lived right next door you spent more time at the Bakugos’ house than your own with your mom working all the time at the hospital it was nice to still be able to eat home-cooked meals you'd even bring leftovers for your mom. 

You smile as you walk in greeting both of Katsuki’s parents as he yells “We’re home” before taking you to his room and sitting you at his desk getting your homework out to make you start studying. Nearly every day was like this, Katsuki would wake you up in the morning and you’d both get ready for school; brush your teeth, shower, eat breakfast, brush your teeth again, go to school, come home, study, eat, sleep. this was Katsuki’s routine so this was your routine. On the weekends the two of you were together all day and he liked to work out with you on the weekends, sparring specifically. Katsuki’s favorite part was when he’d pin you down and watch you squirm under him before making you admit defeat with that cute little angry pout on your face. 

Both you and Katsuki got into UA but you went into general studies having no interest in being a pro hero. This pleased Katsuki knowing you wouldn’t be in danger, knowing he’d be able to keep you safe. However, being in the hero course Bakugo wouldn’t be able to see you as much as he wants to so instead he demands you text him and when the dorms are built he makes you stay in his dorm this is where you meet Kirishima. Kirishima is handsy, when the three of you walk anywhere together Kirishima always has his hands on you either around your waist or holding your hand he holds you tightly. Which led people to believe the two of you were dating. You thought these allegations would make Katsuki upset, you expected him to be possessive of you like he had always been but he didn’t react whenever anyone would bring it up. You realized that Katsuki had never asked you to be his, you just were. Mina had asked at one point if you were dating Kirishima or Katsuki and at the time you avoided answering but you got your answer not long after.

During the UA sports festival, you were cornered by a guy from your class on your way to meet Katsuki and Kirishima and the boys not appreciating how long it's taking you go to look for you. When they find you in the hallway Bakugo is the first to speak “The hell you doin’ with our girl?” he stomps over causing the boy to fumble over his words already feeling embarrassed from being rejected by you he quickly leaves after Kirishima who is normally very kind and bubbly growls out a low “fuck off now” before walking over to you and you flinch as katsuki brings his hand into your hair gripping it tight as he leans in “Bunny Rabbit why were you talking to him?” he says quietly with a dangerously calm tone. His tone makes you freeze afraid to say the wrong thing but soon he lets go of your hair and steps back letting Kirishima take his place. Kirishima kisses your cheek and jaw before looking at you lovingly “You’re ours okay pebble? If you talk to other guys you’ll hurt our feelings, you don't want that do you bunny?” you shake your head as you look up at him it’s always so easy for him to get you to be good, to do exactly as he says. And so you don’t, you don’t talk to anyone but Katsuki and Ejirou and their friends, and for the rest of high school your life revolved around them and they loved it.

Part 4

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“Morí!” Snapping your head to look at him, “Get my robes!” It didn’t take long to get into the robes you had preserved for so long. It was a Junihitoe you wore often before you became a mother and had to have better clothes to not trip every time you chased after Yuji.

Placing a hand on Mori’s shoulder, “I’ll make this quick.”

It was an instance and Morí was stumbling when you found yourself in front of Yuji’s school. This is where you traced his cursed energy too. It was almost in shambles, you panicked feeling two things, Yuji’s presence was faint, Sukuna’s undoubtedly had been liberated and reincarnated. Leaving More at the bottom he nodded knowing his silent mission was to find either of the two and let you know immediately. Standing on the very top level of the school, you rushed towards the edge, the wind catching your robes and hair, the sound of fabric rustling in the wind. You saw him, Ryomen Sukuna, you were excited to see him, your husband but panic set in when you saw a black haired boy and no Yuji. That was until you heard Sukuna screaming “WHERE ARE THE WOMEN THE CHILDREN.” That’s when you came crashing down on him, Hidden cursed energy would make you an invisible woman. Right when your foot connected with his back everything slowed down. As soon as your foot was flat against his back you saw his malicious smirk, the intent to kill, until you released a large amount of cursed energy in a single pulse sending him flying off the edge and crashing into the ground. You stood there watching him laughing, shoving himself up he turned to you almost in disbelief when it registered.

“Y/n?” His gruff voice made you shiver, “Sorry it’s not the women and children of the world here to now at your feet RYOMEN. It seems like you need to be reminded of your place.” His brow dropped and he grinned making his way back to you.

“Naayy I’d say it’s you who should remember your place is by m-“

A white haired man broke up your reunion, you eyed him, upset when he had a hand on your shoulder, holding you near the black haired kid. Brushing his hand off he seemed cocky, you looked at Sukuna, he was gone, it was Yuji… rushing over to Yuji you took his face in your hands eyeing him seeing the slivers under his eyes, Ryomens presence was in him, “Damn it.” Yuji held your wrists, pulling your hands from his face, “Stand back mom, he wants to talk to this guy.” You turned to look at the white haired man, “Yuji, I’m begging you not to comply with this man.” He gave you a sympathetic smile, “Mom please.” You were antsy, you knew that Uniform and you’ve heard of that man. He was an anomaly, Satoru Gojo of The Six Eyes.

“NO YUJI.” Your voice was firm and your stare hardened on him and he looked shocked. He faltered, he looked lost, he looked past you to the ones behind you before he looked you in the eye. “I’m sorry mom.” He stepped back and it all happened so quickly.

You watched as Sukuna tried to fight this man. Looking down and away no one could see the pained expression when you squeezed a talisman in your hand “Damn it… Yuji, you don’t know what you just started.”

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“NO,” your objection was irrational when you slammed your hand on the table, “That’s MY SON I won’t let you execute him.”

The people now known to you as the higher ups started murmuring until the old man spoke up, “Why does your opinion matter? As we see it all lives are expendable at the expense it saves others. If your life is preventing us from saving more lives, affairs can and will be arranged.”

Standing up you were enraged, “IF YOU WANNA ARRANGE AFFAIRS I'LL SAVE YOU THE TROUBLE OF BREATHING.”

Gojo Satoru laughed, finally sitting up. “I say we suspend the execution, you wanna get rid of Sukuna’s presence so badly, let the kid eat all 20 fingers and then execute him.” He sighed content, “It's like all the higher up’s have shit for brains if not a single one of you even thought about it. The kid is a once every thousand years case and you wanna waste it because he ate one finger?” He laughed picking up one edge of his blind fold, “Maybe all these years are catching up with you and filling you with bullshit.”

Your eye twitched. This man just wanted to use your son, “where the hell is Yuji, I swear I’ll kill everyone here and tear your entire school apart if that’s what it takes to find him.”

You were feral and the life of you, you couldn’t feel his or Sukuna’s presence. Worries start to set in and you felt sick in your stomach. The last time you felt this way was when a practitioner told you Yuji had a fatal disease he wasn’t going to make it.

“Satoru who is this woman, why would you brin- Lady Y/n! My Lady’s name is y/n and I urge you to speak with respect.” You looked over your shoulder to Morí with a smile, “Thank you Morí.” It was shocking how you went from threatening to kill a man to smiling kindly, it caused whiplash how you turned to the man with that same look Sukuna used to use, “Now, I’ll give you one more chance to let my son walk free or I start snapping necks.”

Some extra spoke up saying “I don’t think you realise your position… uhm Lady Y/n? Was it? You’re a human among sorcerers, what your little servant is being paid to be with you to tell you about what’s going on? You’re in no position to state demands and make threats empty ones as i-“ your hand was held up copying the same motion you had seen Sukuna make. No one noticed anything until the man’s face slipped.

“Just in case all of you don’t understand. I’m very much in the position to make demands and threats. You will all understand, not one of you here is in any position to deny ME. So, If I have to stand here and take you all out one by one to get my point across…” you placed your hands on the table leaning forwards staring straight into the old man’s shadow casted eyes, “I will.”

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You were studying the black haired kid who was standing outside the door with you. Yuji and Gojo had entered the room because Gojo wanted to talk to him privately. Right now Yuji should be picking up Wasuke's ashes. Mori was standing off behind you waiting, you sighed looking down when the door slid open, “Fushiguro!” It hit you why he looked so familiar, then Yuji saw you. He walked over slowly, hugging you and laying his face on your shoulder, “I’m sorry mom I had to.” You nodded your head, “It’s alright Yuji, you did what you felt needed to be done…” you saw the sliver under his eye and you saw that all too familiar red eye. Pressing a kiss to Yuji’s forehead, a mouth formed, just opening to say something when you gave “Sukuna” a look and he frowned disappearing.

“Yuji.. I think it’s time I tell you- ah ah ah, we gotta save that! For another place! We should get Yuji Itadori here and settle into his dorm! Don’t worry mama we have a place for you tooo! Higher ups think you're a threat now that they’ve seen a glimpse of what you can do.” You gave Gojo a Look when Yuji pulled away from you to look up at you, “What you can do?”

Side eyeing Gojo as he let out a childish laugh, “Sorry I didn’t know it was a big secret.” It was fully intended he disrupt your moment just to rile up the situation.

“Yu,” you saw Sukuna’s eye open rolling to look at you, seeing all the emotion you needed in a simple look, now isn’t the time for that, “I uhm, I have a lot to explain to you later when we get a chance to speak privately.”

He doesn’t know a thing about cursed energy, he wouldn’t understand a thing right now. He looked up at you brows furrowed with a slight pout, “I..I guess so..”

Turning to Satoru, he seemed equally amused, his hands shoved in his pockets leaning forward head tilted, “Great family reunion over let’s get started.”

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“Wow.. this place is- great! Usually we’d let the staff stay here when they visit from the sister school but you get this nice cosy place all to yourself, your lonesome self.., it’s not far from the dorms and you get your own kitchen!” He motioned over dramatically excited to the dusty kitchen. “…yeah great, a great big mess..” you looked over to see Mori sigh pulling back his sleeve and grabbing an equally dusty broom, “I’ll get started Lady Y/n, I’ll have it ready by night fall.” So what is he? Servant? Man maid? Slave? Little sub you drag around.” You were unamused eyeing him. “I took Morinozuka in when I found him as a sick hungry child in my original city. I took him in not having the heart to leave a kid to die in the snow.” “And what’s with this Lady Y/n Cra- Mom!” You turned to the door after hearing Yuji just to see him sliding the door open with a bright smile, “I don’t if Gojo Sensei told you but my room’s right next to Fushiguro!” You smiled at him “That’s Good sweetheart, we’re about to clean up here if you wanna go ba- I’ll help move some stuff out.” He entered immediately to help Mori move some boxes out of the way.

You watched until you looked over at Gojo, he was staring at you, thumb pressed on his chin pointer finger tapping his lips, “y/n y/n y/n” he sighed, “I hate making an accusation without poor but I get the feeling you really are hiding something. You used a curse technique but you don’t exactly have a cursed energy presence. Megumi told me that you managed to land a pretty impressive hit on the King of Curses. So I get the feeling you're not just some modern day sorcerer, what is it? Suppressed cursed energy? Or maybe,” he leaned close his face entirely too close to yours, you could feel his breath, “you found a way to hide your cursed energy…” he stood up laughing “But that’s absolutely ridiculous.”

Rolling your eyes you became smug, leaning your head back side eyeing him, “there’s a saying, Satoru, a girl never kisses and tells. So even if I had found a way to hide cursed energy you wouldn’t hear how out of me.”

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“I'm leaving.” Yuji was wide eyed, clinging onto the back of your shirt, “..don’t go…” you shook your head no, “please…” you could hear the shake in his voice before you rolled your eyes, “Yuji…” turning around to face him, “I’m just going to pick up some stuff I’ll be back!” He clung to you rubbing his face in your chest, “don’t leave meeeee.”

You put a hand on his head, “I don’t know if Gojo will let you go, so you need to stay and take a class or something.”

He pouted looking up at you, “Bring me week-weekly Shonen yes yes don’t worry.” You kissed the top of his head, “Go I’ll be back later.”

He smiled and you didn’t miss that red eye opening up to look at you. “Bye love you mom.” He turned around running off waving back.

“Lady Y/n… you know how this could end if you don’t tell either of them what you know soon.” Staring at the stone path you couldn’t help but want to ignore Mori. “Mhmm, I’ll have to do it soon, I just don’t know when soon is…”

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“Domain expansion.” And it’s just me opening up my legs

Just the tip

Nymph: I'm fucking weak for them.

Synopsis: You learn just how much is really "just the tip" with the clones.

Warnings: praise, teasing, degradation, implied anal (on Sekido’s part), vaginal penetration, knotting, biting, blood play/kink, somno (on Urogi’s part), teasing, squirting, wing play, sensory play(Urogi's part) cervix fucking, breeding/creampie.

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Aizetsu x fem!reader, Sekido x fem!reader, Karaku x fem!reader, Urogi x fem!reader

Network: @enchantedforest-network

Urogi tries to keep it at "Just the tip" but his body always demands more. Especially if he's last to have you.

Urogi has the most patience out of all the clones. He doesn’t care if the others get to you first or that Sekido will lock you in his room, making them all feel how you cream on his cock, drenching it in your slick juices for hours. Or how your walls pulse around Sekido’s knot as it holds throughout the night. Because he knows when he gets his talons on you, he can make you scream the loudest, moan his name the most, cum on his cock the hardest, and fill you with so much cum it drips out of your little pussy.

So when he feels Sekido finally pull out of you to get ready for the Upper Moon meeting, did he make his move. Urogi knew that you would still be passed out from the intensity of his counterpart. He slips into Sekido’s room, locking the door behind him. His golden eyes gleefully scan over your sleeping body. His lips curl into a smile as he slowly approaches you.

Lifting the covers off your body, he sees that you’re still nude with Sekido’s cum still leaking from your pussy. He clicks his tongue as his eyes roll. Sekido was always so possessive over you; needing to be the first and last to fill you with so much cum, but you belong to all of them. And he was so pent up from having to endure feeling them all get their dicks wet from your creamy slick.

Now, it was finally his turn to have you. 

Plucking one of his feathers from his wings, he traces the soft tip slowly along the curves of your body. He bites back a giggle when your lips part and a soft moan leaves you as he glides the feather over the swell of your breast. Urogi watches every expression that goes over your sleeping face as he twirls the end over the tips of your nipples. The sweet sounds of your moans made his pupils dilate as his cock throbs under the furry material of his pants.

Urogi couldn’t wait for you to wake up anymore, he needed to be inside you. His body and urges demanded it. Freeing his cock, he climbs into the bed behind you. A groan leaves him as he rubs the thick tip through your cum soaked slit before pushing inside. He giggles when he feels you starting to stir as he fucks the tip in and out, just like his counterparts had tried to do. 

Moving the tip of the feather down between your legs, he teases your clit with it. Urogi bites his lip to stop the bout of giggles that bubbles in his chest when you try to dance away from the feel, your face scrunching up as the movement makes his dick slide even deeper into your warmth. His wings curl around you as he grabs one of your thighs in his talons. 

“Now, how would Sekido feel when he learns you’re fucking this pussy back onto my cock.” His joyful giggles ring in your ears as you open your bleary eyes. “Bet he’s all hard at that Upper Moon meeting and it's all because you can’t control this slutty body of yours.”

You open your eyes, mouth dropping open in a series of moans. You were confused at first. The voice in your ear was not as deep as Sekido’s, it was light and playful. It wasn’t until you looked down and saw the familiar yellow skin of Urogi’s claws and the light colored feather that he was using to tease your sensitive clit. “ ‘rogi...” You moaned out. “Just the ti–”

Urogi cut you off with a laugh. “That's what Aizestu told you. That we can’t feel it if it is just the tip.” He tilts his head back as he curls his talons deeper into the flesh of your thigh, the sharp tips threatening to carve into the soft skin. Urogi’s tongue slips out and licks a stripe up your neck, feeling the blood rushing under your jugular. “That’s a fucking lie. We can feel everything.”

You gasp as his fangs scrap over your pulse point, opposite to Sekido’s favorite spot to mark you up. “ ‘Rogi, please? Sekido will be so mad.” Even though you were trying to stop him, your body welcomes him deeper as his wings curl around your body – pussy squelching as it sucks in his cock with each heavy thrust. You toss your head back against his shoulder as he completely bottoms out inside.

A low moan rumbles in his chest, almost sounding like a purr in your ear. Urogi held you still on his dick, relishing in your warmth as his fangs threatened to break the skin. “You say that like I care.” The teasing giggle that left him vibrates against your back before the stinging pain of his teeth breaking skin sears through you. His greedy tongue laps up the sweet blood that flowed over it, swallowing it. Unlike Sekido, Urogi was already eager for a taste of your blood. Be it directly from the source of your pulse point or dripping down your thighs because he cut you a little too deeply on your thighs.

“You’re so sweet, my lovely little pet.” Urogi moans against your neck as his hip rut into your, heavy balls slapping against your cunt as he lifts your leg up to rest in the crevice of his elbow. His cock was already beginning to swell as his knot bullies its way into your clenching little hole. “Fuck, I missed this pussy. Gonna fill you up with so much of my cum!”

Your hands tighten in the sheets in front of you as your back arches more against Urogi, his name falling from your lips in a broken mantra. “ Uro...’ro...’rogi...’gi!” You reach behind you, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, the downy feathers of his wings tickling your fingertips. You whine when he wraps his claws around your wrist and pulls your hand away from his wings with another laugh.

Urogi knew that you were trying to make him cum so that you could have a short break from his brutal thrusting, the way his knot was rubbing against your tight walls was almost enough to make him bust. “Oh no, little slayer. You’re taking all of me today.” His snaps his hips into yours, talons breaking the supple skin of your thighs as rivers of crimson flows down them. Pinning your wrist to your front, he uses the feather to once again tease your clit, giggling when it makes you squirm and twitch. “Gonna cum? So soon? How cute.”

“Pul-please...’rogi....” You moan out, the bed creaking under the weight of his thrusts. Your head falls back against his chest as another series of lewd sounding moans leave you as your cunt squelches with each heavy snap of Urogi’s hips. Your clit pulses under the light strokes of the feather, twitching violently. “Cum-Cumming, Oh fuck m’cumming.”

“That’s my good little pet. Cum for me. Cream my cock and make it nice and wet.” He opens his mouth as his tongue slips out and curls in the air, laughing joyfully. “I bet the others are pissed that they can feel me giving you the best orgasms of your life and it's not them!” He looks down at the thick creamy rings of you slick coating the base of his cock, the sight making his knot swell until it plugs your hole and his balls draw up. “Fuck, here it comes. The first of many, many loads of my cum!”

You feel his warm seed filling your body and you let out a sigh. You would be able to get some rest now, but you failed to remember that Urogi has the shortest time his knot holds because he was able to be hard and ready again within minutes. So, you gasp when he easily pulls out and flips you onto your back, his claws pushing your legs to your chest as he rubs the swollen tip through your cum filled folds — the sticky slick sounds echoing through your ears. “Urogi...wha?”

He slides his cock back into your sticky cunt, a purr rumbling in his chest. “Did you forget my little toy?” He leans down and kisses your cheek where there was a salty trail from your tears. “I can fuck you for hours.”  He then starts a fast, hard pace – the bed groaning and creaking under the weight, support beams splintering as they threaten to break from the abuse.

“Urogi!” You scream out his name as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your poor little pussy was clinging so desperately to each thrust – thighs quivering still from your first orgasm. Tears of overstim burn at the corners of your eyes. It was all you could do to hang on and take the pounding he was giving to your tender little pussy. Your mouth drops open, tongue out and drool seeping from the corner of your lips.

Urogi leans down and licks at the trail of tears flowing down your cheeks, grinning at the fucked out face you were making. “Fucking you that good?” He giggles, wings flexing out around you two as his sharp hearing picks up on the straineed groans of the support beams of the bed, splitning more. It only encouraged him to keep going, pounding into you with fast brutal thrusts of his hips. Urogi used the feather on your clit once more. “Hehehe, go ‘head and cum for me. Let me see this pussy squirt f’me, pretty slayer.”

Your body seizes, the overstimulation becoming too much. It was too soon, you had just come not too long ago. “‘Rogi! Pul-please? I can’t” Your walls clench down on him tightly, feeling his knot swell up again, throbbing and rubbing. Your sensitive little bundle of nerves twitches violently under the light touches of the feather, pulsing until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your back arches off the bed, hips snugly pressed against Urogi’s as you let out another scream. You cum, a hot stream of liquid drenching his abs.

Snapping down, to fuck his knot fully into you, Urogi tosses his head back and laughs when the bed gave a violent shake as the mattress falls through and hit the floor. “Such a slut for my cock you broke Sekido’s bed.” He quickly and with pulling out flips onto his back, spinning you around into reverse cowgirl. “So, I’ll pump you full with another load!” His claws, wrap around your arms and he fucks up into you.

“Urogi!” You cried, head falling against his shoulder. You could feel his hot cum fill your womb again in thick splurt, but his not didn’t hold for long as he easily started to bounce you on his cock once more. That heat builds back up quickly in your lower belly and your hands ball up into tight fists. “I can’t cum anymore, ‘Gi. It hurts.” Although you knew that was a lie. If you really wanted him to stop, all you had to do was say the safe word.

He laughs before nibbing on the right side of your neck, purposely on the opposite side of Sekido to mock and annoy him. Urogi knew that his Anger counterpart had to be so fucking hard at the meeting that he was going to rush home to try to take you from him. He knew all of them had to be plotting on how they would fuck you in submission. “You got more in there for me, pet. I know you do.”

Picking you up into his arms, he flies over to the door and pushes you against it. “Come, give me one more, pretty little pet.” One of his claws wraps around your neck as the other lifts up your leg. Urogi grins as he snaps his hips into yours, bullying his dick ever deeper, the thick tip pressing against your cervix. He watches with glee as your mouth drops open, a string of drool connecting your tongue to your top lip. “That’s the fucking look. Letting me fuck you dumb like this! You’re such a slutty pet! But your my slutty pet!”

You couldn’t take it anymore as your body seized and you cum, creaming around his cock as streaks of white covered his length. “‘M just your slutty pet, Urogi!” you moan out, your blissed out face in the air. 

Urogi grins as he feels his knot swell up again, plugging your hole so that none of his cum leaks out as his balls draw up once more. His hot seed paints your insides for a third time as he looms over your back and trails kisses down your spine. “And don’t you forget it.” He had just let your leg down and pulled you away from the door, when it was opened so harshly it flew off the hinges.

“Urogi...” The other three clones hissed as their eyes glowed with unhindered lust.

Only one word came to your mind: Fuck.

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