#pheewwww I’m sorry for this one yall

[lynn-writes-things]

the thrill of the hunt - toji fushiguro x reader

I just have primal dom!Toji brainrot, ya know?

cw: 18+ content ; DARK CONTENT!! ; primal dom!Toji x prey!reader ; “hunting” ; cnc (consensual non-consent) ((this is an established dynamic! both parties have consented to these dynamics!)) ; knife k!nk ; gun k!nk (sorta??) ; dacryphilia (kinda???) ; breeding kink (if you squint?????)

(I have NEVER written this kinda shit before, pls forgive any mistakes! also if I forgot to tag a warning pls let me know!)

Fear.

That’s all that fueled you as you ran through the dim maze of trees, nothing but a blind panic leading you, your only goal is just to survive. To make it through this. To make it out of these woods before the sun crosses fully below the horizon, and you lose all sense of direction entirely. Not that you had much sense of it now, with nothing but panic guiding you, acting on pure instinct to evade the man - no, the monster hunting you down.

It’s been a while since you last heard any sign of him, but you know deep down that that doesn’t mean for even a second that you’re safe. Hell, who are you kidding - you’ll never be safe with him after you. Still, your legs burn from running through the rough terrain, and your lungs fare no better, each inhale feels as though you’ve set a million matches ablaze in place of every nerve-ending in your chest cavity, and the fire threatens to burn you inside out until you’re nothing but ash. In an attempt to extinguish the flames, no matter how temporary the relief may be, you find yourself leaning against a tree, trying your damnedest to keep your desperate gasps for air as quiet as possible, though you know it’s no use.

You know it’s no use, and that you’ve failed, when a shot rings in your ears, and a bullet very nearly misses you - going right past your tree and the next, mere inches from your face. Tears fill your eyes, obscuring your vision more than you can afford, and just like that, you’re off running again. Admittedly, you have no idea how long you’ve been running at this point, no idea how long you’ve been lost in these woods, all you do know is that you can’t take much more of this before your body gives out completely, you know you’re nearing your breaking point. He knows it too, and you know that he’s counting on that - know that he’s going to keep toying with you until your poor body just can’t take anymore. God only knows what will happen if - no, when - he catches you.

Another bullet wizzes past you, snapping you from your panicked train of thought and forcing you to focus on the task at hand. The name of the game is to fucking survive. Abruptly, you turn on your heel, speeding off in a new direction, dodging stray roots and fallen branches as the sun continues it’s slow descent, painting the woods in an even eerier atmosphere.

The only thing you can hear is your rapid heartbeat, hammering so loudly that you fear even he can hear it. All you can feel is the fire combusting your lungs and limbs, the cold air of the coming night does little to nothing to sooth the burns. If anything, the cooling air only stings your burning flesh, and you try so very hard to blink away even more tears - you cannot afford to have your vision further compromised right now. If you can’t see, you’re as good as dead.

Finally, there’s a break in the trees. You can see it just up ahead, there’s a clearing, and maybe - just fucking maybe - this is your ticket out. Maybe this clearing will give way to more open space, buildings to escape into, even just people to bare witness to this - anything to solidify your safety. You can see it. You’re nearing the edge of the woodland, you’re so fucking close-

..It’s a pity that your foot catches on a raised root, sending you tumbling to the ground. The force at which you land will no doubt leave your skin scraped and bloodied, but that’s the least of your problems as you hear his footsteps approaching. Sobs wrack your body, violent ones that purge the burning air from your lungs, as you scream in heart wracking anguish, accepting your fate.

You’ve lost.

One large hand harshly grips your hair, pulling your head off of the dirt. With his free hand, the blade of a knife presses against your throat, threatening to break the skin. You can feel his body leaning over yours, and you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Keeping them squeezed shut, you find it mildly easier to pretend that this is all fake, that it isn’t real. Surely, this can’t fucking be real - you cannot be about to die by this fucking monster. “Found you.” His deep voice reverberates in your mind, his hot breath against the shell of your ear.

“P-Ple-ease, p-please don’t k-kill me!” You wail, though you know your pleas fall on deaf ears when you feel his chuckle. Suddenly, you find yourself wondering if death would be the prefered option to whatever this sick fuck has planned with you.

“Now, why would I go and kill such a perfect little bunny without playing with her first?” His words make you whimper, fearing what’s to come. The knife against your throat and the hand in your hair vanish, both hands becoming interested in quite literally ripping your shirt off. “But first..” His voice trails off, and you cry out when you feel the knife against your back, you feel him carving something into your skin. His initials, if you had to guess. You want to squirm away, to do something, but you know that any movements you make now would only serve to cause you more injury. “You’re mine now, little bunny.” He taunts, voice dripping with toxic honey that makes you feel sick to your stomach. “Even if I let you go, everyone’s gonna fuckin’ know who you belong to. Even you.”

“S-Stop! P-Please, just st-top!” Your cries only make the man above you laugh, moving off of you just enough to roughly flip you onto your back, and finally, you get a look at the demon who’s just claimed you as his own personal plaything. Green eyes gleam with something evil, and the smirk on his scarred lips makes your once-burning blood run cold.

“‘Look so pretty when you’re cryin’ for me, darlin’.” He licks his lips, making quick work of cutting your shorts off in a similar manner to your shirt, taking your panties off along with them and stuffing the ripped fabric into his pocket. “Let’s see how hard we can make ya’ cry, hm?”

“N-No, please!” You scream, desperately smacking and scratching at him, anything that you can think of before he snatches your wrists together with a growl and pins them above your head. For what it’s worth, the scratch marks along his cheek that are already starting to bead with blood is mildly satisfying to you - at least you landed something. His free hand lands a harsh smack on your cheek, leaving your ears ringing momentarily as he takes the distraction as an opportunity to situate himself between your thighs, free hand spreading your folds, despite your attempts at trying to kick him away. You just can’t make him budge, he’s much too massive and muscular. The monster of a man above you chuckles lowly, meeting your tearfilled eyes with a hint of amusement in his, one eyebrow raised.

“Y’know, for someone who’s claiming not to want this, you’re real fucking wet, bunny.” One of his thick fingers enters you with ease as a means of proving his statement. “Pretty little pussy’s already creamin’ for me.”

“F-Fuck y-you!” You stammer, face flushed red in embarrassment. He chuckles again, eyes once again going dark as he removes his finger, lining up his massive cock with your entrance. You hadn’t even noticed him pull it out, but you don’t have a second to actually think back on it before he’s bottomed out inside of you in one single thrust, making you scream in pain and shock. “If you insist.” His husky voice sounds again, though you barely register it as he immediately picks up a brutal pace.

“So fuckin’ tight, bunny.” He growls, leaning down to lick up the new tears that stream down your cheeks. “Gonna train my pretty little bunny to take my cock. No one else is ever gonna be good enough when I’m done with you.” With his free hand, he grabs one of your legs and hoists it over his shoulder, making his cock hit your g-spot with every single thrust. You feel betrayed by your body when your pussy clenches around his cock, and the subconscious way that your back arches. “There we go,” He coos, the hand once pinning your wrists down now finds its way down to rub quick circles on your clit. Your moans and mewls are being ripped from you despite your best efforts to hold them back - but god, why does it feel so good?

You’re getting close, and he can tell - he can tell by the way your slick coats your inner thighs, and the way your walls clench so tightly around him. The expression on your face is no longer one of pain, of fear - no, it’s one of pleasure that rationally, you know you should not be feeling.

“Gonna be a good little pet and cum for me? Hm?” He urges, speeding up the circles on your clit, and it’s enough for the fire pooling in your belly to explode into whitehot euphoria as your orgasm washes over you.

“T-Toji! Fuck - Daddy!!” You can’t help but scream as he doesn’t relent, your gushing slick coating his balls and lower abdomen as you’re given no time to recover from your earth shattering orgasm. Toji chuckles, leaning down to bite your neck as his pace continues.

“Y’broke character on me, doll.” When he pulls back to look you in the eyes, the sight of your boyfriend makes your eyes roll back into your head at the overstimulation. He slows down, the hand on your clit now comes to grasp your neck, applying slight pressure to the sides of your neck while he now rocks his hips into yours at a slow, languid pace, each thrust allowing you to feel each vein of his girthy cock. “Now, what do you say?”

“S-Sorry, d-daddy..” You pout, and he leans down to kiss your lips. He rewards your apology with quicker thrusts, squeezing your neck with enough pressure that he knows you love. “D-Daddy..!” That heat is already back, and you know you’re closing in on another mind blowing orgasm.

“Close again already?” He tsks at you, but you know he’s getting close himself too by the way his breathing is heavier, panting between growls and grunts against your lips. “Go on then, little bunny, cum for daddy.” And oh, you do. Toji watches with hungry eyes as your back arches off of the ground and your juices squirt all over him, the way your walls squeeze him like a vice is more than enough to push him over the ledge as well, losing himself in the feeling of your slick walls milking him. “Gonna fuckin’ knock you up,” He grunts, continuing to rut into you, thick ropes of white painting your insides. “Y’er fuckin’ mine.” His possessive growls make you whine, your arms wrapping around him to lock him even closer to your body.

“Love you,” You whimper, pressing your face against his neck. “Don’t let go..”

“Not gonna let go,” He promises, stilling his movements, keeping you caged beneath him. “Love you too, bunny.”

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, until you’re back down to earth after your highs, only then does Toji pull away from you, pulling you to sit on his lap instead of laying on the ground. “You alright? Was that too much?” His eyes are genuine, his concern makes your heart swell.

“N-No, I’m okay. That was.. that was good.” You offer him a shaky grin, still fairly out of it. Toji smiles at you, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. “C’mon, let's get back to the camp so I can get that cut cleaned up, ‘kay?”

“M’kay.” With your go-ahead, he first takes his shirt off to allow you to slip it on to cover yourself, then stands with you in his arms, easily carrying you back to the place you’d long forgotten about. It amazes you that Toji somehow remembers exactly where the two of you came from, but you’re far too exhausted to question it too much right now.

“After that how about we go home? Think we both could use a nice bath right about now.”

“Yeah, you’re right, you’re stinky.” You giggle softly, fighting off sleep.

“I’ll drop you.”

“Noooooo.” You whine and cling to him with what little strength is left in your body. Toji chuckles at your antics, but his smile is soft when he feels you go slack in his arms, your breathing even and calm, signaling that you’ve fallen asleep right in his arms while he carries you back to where you once came. Honestly, it’s his favorite place for you to fall asleep.