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➺ wolf!suguru x lamb!reader x serpent!satoru

cw: suggestive, mouth inspection (you like their mouth), suguru wears a muzzle, teasing, gagging, spit, blood (dw it's only a tiny bit & he kisses it better :>) , biting, etc ..

the wolf!suguru and serpent!satoru brainworms are backkk :3

serpent!satoru wraps himself around you, holding you in his strong limbs, cool glistening scales press into your soft delicate skin, sure to be leaving little imprints for you to find later. his forked tongue peaks out from between his glossed lips as he sniffs around — you smell so sweet. his split tongue catches your attention, and like the naive little lamb you are disguised as, carefully, curiously, you bring your fingers to it. holding the warm wet flesh of his tongue between your fingers, just feeling it; it's soft. satoru grins evilly; you're so trusting, so daring as you play with his tongue and putting your little fingers in the serpents mouth. teasingly, satoru wraps his tongue around them, trapping your fingers in a tight hold. hugging them tightly with his tongue, until your eyes finally meet his like he's been wanting. he releases them with a satisfied glint in his eyes as you move your fingers along the textured surface of it, inching closer to his glossed lips, he says nothing as you do. you're entranced, your fingers drag higher and higher along his tongue, drawing teasing shapes on the way (he thinks he recognizes them as characters that spell out your name but that could just be his mind playing silly tricks.) you trace the shape of his sharp fangs, pressing ever so lightly against the sharp ends. it's not enough to break skin only enough to sting a little. when you pull away to look him, pulled from your own world by that pleasant sting at your fingertip you find that serpent!satoru's eyes are already on you, looking throughly entertained by all this, perhaps a little bashful as well if you look hard enough. a soft glowing pink at the tips of his ears, you aren't alone in enjoying this.

wolf!suguru is wearing a muzzle. you had insisted. his remarks the last time around having stuck with you a little more than you could have anticipated. so here you are, little lamb back in the wolves lap with a flimsy contraption made of metal and leather restricting his jaw from opening in full (or rather that that's the intended purpose) your drum your fingers against his chest, playfully. teasingly. his threatening teasing remarks land a lot softer with his jaw securely bound. your nails clink against the metal softly, the sound hitting your ears like your favourite song, there's a smug little smile on your lips and your eyes all too self satisfied as you look back into his. while still holding your gaze, you slip your two of your fingers through the small space between the metal bars of his muzzle, tracing over the shape of his soft lips. you press the tips at the centre to pry them apart, your two fingers glide across the surface of his sharp teeth and along the inside of his lips. suguru's jaw is locked, not allowing you further access into his mouth. suguru's eyes follow each of your movements. waiting, patient. hoping to see how far you will take this. you look up into his eyes, a little pout on your pretty lips, wordlessly pleading — he never says no when you do. loosening his jaw a little for you to slip into his mouth. you follow the curves of his teeth, and venture further into his warm mouth, pressing down against tongue. the wetness of it making your fingers slip further in he nearly gags. although your movements are limited by the metal against his face, you do your best to reach further into his mouth. wanting to feel his throat tighten around your fingers once more, to see another line of drool escape his lips, to hear the little sound you would've never guessed would come from the wolf. straining your fingers against the metal, reaching, you're about to do it again when his teeth come down on your fingers, biting into the soft skin enough for only a few crimson droplets to land on his waiting tongue. you gasp at that (more in shock than pain) pulling them away quickly, suguru catch's you before you get far, holding your wrist in place, keeping your fingers on his lips and your body secured in his lap. the metal you strain your fingers against begins to burn. suguru licks the blood still oozing from where he pieced your skin, kissing gently the little cut for good measure. his sharp purple eyes meet your now glossy meek gaze, the sight bringing that hungry grin to his lips. some leather and metal wont protect you from him if he did wanna bite. oh the little lamb isn't so self satisfied now.

oh this is a snippet of the strap sucking btw. if that wasn’t clear LMAO

he makes me so horny….. lord………

i wrote a full drabble for this btw. if yall r interested. at all. heheheheh…….

subby stoner ino who’s just so overwhelmed by how tight and wet and warm u are around him he just can’t help but cry :( uggggh :(((

ITS PURPLE

dyeing my hair purple today :p

he takes it like a good girl fs

These days I have been working on other drawings and finishing the ones I had pending, this is one of them, which joins the collection I already have 🤣

hihihi guyssss!!

mdni!! <3

just here to say that satoru would fall into a five minute long giggle fit after cumming rlly hard. like voice cracking, stomach hurting, tears in his eyes giggling. and don’t u even dare look at him as he’s going thru this bc he’ll only start laughing harder. hes delirious and pussydrunk and just fully braindead so don’t even question him!! ^^ he would never laugh at u dw ^3^

WAIT what kinda piercings do you have :OOOOOO

IM SSSSOOOOOOOOO GLAD U ASKED EDEN!!!!!!! <- does nawt have that many LMAO

i have my snakebites, my septum, my tongue, nd my nips done!!!! my next is gonna be my bellybutton or my nostrils :33

Not everything needs old woman Yuri in it

You're like a terrorist to me

hello skinny internet user. there is a bomb strapped to your chest. in front of you is fanart of a fat character. compliment them without using the words "soft", "huggable", or "cuddly". you have 30 minutes. if you fail to acknowledge fat people as actual human beings and not living teddy bears you will be blown up. the clock is ticking.

All Bark no Shame

m!reader x Gojo Satoru

smut; you didn't think joking about barking for an anime woman would turn into your boyfriend making you bark for him... for real.

✮ sub!bottom!reader, puppy play, barking, spitting, humiliation, looots of praise, dry humping, oral (reader receiving), anal fingering ✮

~ 2.2k words ~ MDNI | JJK Masterlist | a/n: HAPPY BDAY 2ME, this is very self indulgent 😔✌️🐾

You're almost surprised by Satoru's patience, once again listening to your rambles about Chainsaw Man, his eyes dancing from your eyes to your lips occasionally. Your position is familiar, comfortably seated on your boyfriend's lap, talking almost nonstop about another detail you had noticed upon another rewatch of the anime - so engrossed you don't even notice Satoru's keen hands exploring the moldable skin of your waist.

"We should watch it together sometime," he agrees with your suggestion, charmingly grinning, "who knows, maybe I'll enjoy it even more than you."

You scoff, almost offended by the idea. "No way, I'm the biggest Chainsaw Man fan out here."

This sparks the sorcerer's competitive nature, his chin lifting with mock arrogance. "Is that a challenge, angel? I bet I can out-fan you in no time," he teases, fingers slipping higher, claiming more of your body. The suggestive nature of it is yet to be discovered by you.

"Satoru," your voice takes on a jokingly serious tone, your eyes locked on his, "I'm so down bad, I'd bark at the screen for Makima. There's no way you can outdo that."

He laughs, not fully surprised by the statement, but intrigued nonetheless. You're pulled closer, a small hum leaving Satoru's lips. "I don't know, baby, I can get pretty down bad myself when I want something..." There's a glint in his eyes, one that you recognize immidiately, goosebumps following the realization. He leans over to speak into your ear, his voice an irresistibly deep vibration, causing your body to react immidiately. "And what I want right now is to hear you bark like a good little dog for me."

What? You blink at him, unsure if what your boyfriend just said is really what he just said. Satoru's fingers trailing to your lower back feel like hot coals being pressed against you. "Bark for... you?"

He smirks, clearly loving your reaction. "Yes, for me, baby. You said you'd bark for Makima, so why not for me, hm?" He bites his lip, your eyes locked on the sight, unable to look away. With a deeply sultry voice, Satoru adds, "Come on, give it a try, pet. Be a good boy and bark for me."

Your lids feel heavy with arousal, although trying to hide just how much the sudden tone and topic of conversation makes you feel. You can't fully believe Satoru is for real asking you to bark. "Really?" your voice sounds small, embarrassingly hopeful.

The sorcerer enjoys this, chuckling at your reaction. His fingers press low on your back, both encouragingly and more taunting, provoking you to slip into more embarrassment. "Yes, really. I want to hear you bark like a good puppy, okay? Can you do that, sweetheart? For me?"

Your face feels like it might as well explode with how warm your skin is, a deep urge to oblige murmuring through your insides, battling the rational part of your brain, warning you'd never recover from this humiliation. But Satoru is being enticingly sweet like this wasn't something embarrassing at all, and his act of nonchalance is very convincing.

You avert your face with your lip trapped underneath your teeth, fighting a tingling compulsion to say 'no'.

"W-woof?"

A wide grin spreads on Satoru's lips, completely ignoring the way you're cringing at yourself. His hand pats your head while genuine coos fall from his lips, his eyes big and curious like a kid discovering a new toy to play with. "There you go, puppy, that was so good," he grins, wide and excited, his hand moving to cup your jaw, "now how about you do that again, hm? And do it on the floor, baby. Sit."

He's commanding you like an actual dog, and you're so turned on you can barely breathe.

Your movement is clumsy, like you're controlling your body from the outside. You slide off Satoru's lap and find yourself on the cold floor, feeling even more exposed so far from Satoru without the comfort of his body under yours. On your knees, slightly spread, you're subconsciously replicating a position you might or might not have seen in a few secretly watched videos.

"That's it, good boy." Satoru is still grinning, powerfully looking down at you, spreading his legs wide. "You look so good on your knees, angel. Who knew you were such a good little puppy?"

You're unsure if you should feel embarrassed or proud, relishing in the enticingly sweet praise from Satoru and fully submitting to the role he seems to enjoy you so much in. And it feels good too, turning off your brain and doing what you're told without thinking too much about it - with true doglike loyalty.

"Now repeat it. Bark for me."

"Woof..." It comes easier this time, not quite confident yet, not natural, but the hurdle you have to jump to push the sound from your throat is significantly smaller. You're not sure how to feel about that progression. You're also not sure if you should be putting this much thought into it at all.

Satoru looks so proud it makes your stomach flutter, a deep-rooted need to please him more taking seed in your guts. "That's my good pup," he praises, leaning forward with a confident smile, and he grabs the back of your head, forcing you to stay in place. "You'd do anything I tell you right now, wouldn't you?"

You realize you're slipping maybe a little too far into your role when you curiously cock your head at him, caught in his crystal blues. You nod, and he grins dangerously.

"Good, baby. Now, open wide for me. Let me see that pretty mouth."

To your surprise, you oblige without hesitation - without thinking about it. You feel exposed but comfortably so, your tongue darting out the slightest bit. Perfectly obedient and trembling in anticipation. Satoru's thumb slips into your mouth, pressing downwards lightly.

"You're such an obedient pet, angel," he murmurs, all of his attention on you. "Would you like a treat, hm?"

Your boyfriend's voice sends you into overdrive, every muscle tense in anticipation. You nod, barely even registering the movement. Satoru removes his thumb before promptly spitting in your mouth.

You can barely react before the wetness spreads on your tongue, the action so quick and sudden, and as shocking as it is degrading. You're equally mortified and excited, feeling his saliva claim the land beyond your teeth, a familiar taste filling your senses. Is this really happening? And why do you want more!? Your eyes find Satoru's, both of you equally stunned by the feelings his action stirs.

"Swallow."

Your dick twitches, painfully hard under the tone of his command. Everything feels hot as his spit slides down your throat, and heat only grows when Satoru chuckles, sitting back on the couch, never taking his eyes off you. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The question feels horribly exposing.

You open your mouth to respond, courageously honest when he stops you, "Ah, ah, puppy. Dogs don't speak."

Your throat feels tight, quiet for a contemplating moment. "Woof." It's confident this time but it still feels impossible to hold eye contact. Your face burns and so does your crotch, overflowing with need.

Satoru bursts out in a grin, visibly proud, nearly chuckling, "That's it, baby! Good boy."

If you had a tail, it would be wagging.

Your attention shifts when Satoru's leg suddenly moves, one now stretched out, like... an invitation? Your eyes dart to his. He couldn't possibly be asking you to... hump him?

"Don't be shy, angel. You know what to do."

Do you know what to do?? Your body seems to, moving before you've fully consented. But consent follows in the form of a humiliated moan as soon as Satoru's shin presses against your pants, an unbearably warm friction right against your pulsating shaft. Satoru just smiles and only a soft hue of red over his sharply shaped cheeks betrays how feral he is for this. For you like this.

"Start humping, darling. Like the needy little dog you are," he instructs, sickly sweet, equally condescending, and all over electrifying. And you follow, hips shy at first, your face equally so, bowed and hidden and so so warm from embarrassment. But it feels good. Scarily good, especially with your boyfriend's eyes like lasers of ice burning on every surface he sees.

Desperate, your hips pick up pace, they grind harder, soon without restraint, shame lost somewhere with that final bark. And Satoru loves it, beaming with pride, power, and dominance, his hand reaching for your hair, fingers tangling and pulling. You don't want to, but defiance isn't an option now - so Satoru sees you, blissed, flushed, drooling like a mutt, eyes rolling back when you come.

It's way too premature, like you're 18 again and hormonal, like Satoru is your first and you can't control the moods and bursts of your body. But you're not a hormonal teenager and Satoru isn't your first, instead, you're this, and what's making you see white is only your boyfriend's leg, still and indifferent under your humping.

It's so humiliating, you feel like you orgasm forever. And Satoru laughs. Cruel only in a way, but mostly fond. Your legs are jelly, your whole body shakes, wet and disgusting, you feel like crying. Satoru pulls you up, and the look in his eyes makes everything bad disappear, your cheeks anew blooming with warmth but this time not from shame but from tenderness.

"Did my leg feel that good, hm?" he muses, still smiling, softer now than before. You can only nod as he lays you down on the couch, crawling on top of you, making you feel small but so protected, engulfed by his warmth, your dick still pulsating, somehow still hard amidst the stickiness surrounding it.

He hums in acknowledgment, leaning down to kiss your neck, a small lick to your jaw, a nibble of the skin. "I have something that'll feel even better, puppy," he mumbles, slowly inching his hands toward your pants, slender fingers slipping just past your waistband, evoking a gasp, pretty and almost innocent.

You whine when he pulls your pants downwards, revealing the mess you made only with the friction of Satoru's shin. He eyes it, fondly with a small grin, shamelessness somehow making you more shy now, body buzzing with humiliation. He follows the pull of his eyes, soon positioned between your bent, now naked legs, your boyfriend's lips visibly hungry.

You gasp when he dives down, tongue already anticipating your taste, now dragging over the length of your shaft. Satoru is so warm and so all-engulfing, your lungs struggle to deliver proper oxygen intake, and lightheadedness joins the thrill of his lips now wrapped around you. His white hair is soft, familiarly grounding as you grab it, not to push him closer, but to keep your consciousness from slipping too far.

He hums, enjoying your taste, enjoying your pulsation inside his mouth - maybe too much. Satoru is way too good at this, taking you deep, his head bobbing in a rhythm that has your eyes roll back, seeing the stars in your skull. And not once does he look away, almost cruelly never allowing a second to breathe outside of his intense gaze.

You cry out when he pulls away, panting while looking down. Is he teasing you, or is the sudden retreat for another purpose? You catch him just when he draws his own fingers from his mouth, wet with saliva and your essence, and your dick twitches embarrassingly high right in front of his face as he teasingly slow reaches down until you feel him press against your entrance.

He watches you wolf-like when pushing into you, two at once like a challenge. You pass humiliatingly easy, thighs tensing and daring to close when you feel him in you, searching, demanding. Your back arches, muscles quivering, every nerve ending on fire, burning like Satoru's fingers are made from coals, and you moan louder than ever before when he wraps his lips around you again. Your hand in his hair grips tight, pulls, no pushes... you're not even sure.

"'m gonna cum, gonnacum, Satoru, ah- S-sa-" You can't finish your plead, interrupted by a sudden, painfully intense white flash. Every muscle strains like it might rip, your lips parting for choked gasps and pathetic whimpers. Satoru's fingers massage you through, relentlessly upwards until you're gasping for air, thighs trying to close on him. His mouth pulls away, your semen swallowed as soon as it came.

He grins, proud, of you or himself, you don't know - can't know with the intense fog clouding any thought you could possibly muster. He moves upwards now forcing your thighs apart with his hips to meet your face, still beaming. "Baby," he coos, playful like you're not almost drooling from that orgasm, "I don't think you ever came that hard."

You barely respond with a hum, broken, spent, and somewhere embarrassed. You even struggle to focus your eyes on Satoru, drowsily looking upwards into his face, blood droning in your ears. He leans down for a kiss you can't really reciprocate but he doesn't mind.

"Will you pass out if we get you tail and ears?" he chuckles before there's a glint in his eyes and he leans over, close to your ear, a suggestion said like a secret, "what about a collar, puppy dog...?"