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Don’t ask me why but I really want to read a Grinch x Martha May Whovier smut. She was the original monster fu*ker and we should treat her as such 😌

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Advent calendar: Day 12. Ginger bread

A/N: As a disclaimer: this wasn’t intended to be as funny as it is.

Ginger bread man x fem!reader || degradation, dirty talk, special dick, flavored cum, (mentioned) oral sex, vore (maybe a tiny bit?)

Your date went well. More than well. Well enough that your pussy is tingling and he’s following you to your room. He pushes you back into the bed, his body hovering over yours as you tremble in anticipation. You’ve been waiting for this moment since you first laid your eyes on his sugary sweet body. He parts your legs, and you shiver, knowing fully well what he’s seeing.

He chuckles, one of his fingers rubbing your wet seam. “Going around without panties? What a dirty girl. I bet you like the danger of it, don’t you? You like knowing someone can sneak a peek and see how wet you are… Naughty, naughty human…” How can he look so cute but talk so filthy? It was driving you insane. “Next time tell me so I can have some fun while we eat,” the promise on his tone makes you groan.

He pulls your shirt over your head, leaving your skirt on. He takes his shirt next, making you groan as you see his golden skin, toasty and sugary, his dough body so yummy you want to take a bite out of him. But then he pulls down his pants and you have to bite your lip.

“You… Your dick… It’s a candy cane,” you finally let out, trying to stop the giggling from erupting but failing.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath, though, he grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back, licking a stripe along your neck as he asks: “Laughing now, little whore?” You whimper, the giggle dying down as your pussy starts quivering at the edge of danger in his voice. You let out a half response, something that pretends to sound like a no, but ends up in a moan.

He strokes himself, a colorful pearl of precum appearing at his tip and making your mouth water. He follows your eyes and smirks, rubbing along the tip of his candy-cock with his thumb and offering it to you. You latch onto his finger and moan in delight. He tastes wonderful, like condensed milk with a hint of mint. It’s delicious and you want nothing more than to devour him.

But he has other plans.

He slaps your pussy with his candy, making you let out a squeal as he laughs. And then he does it again, and again, until you are whimpering, pleading him to fuck you, to have mercy on your poor self and fuck you until you can’t breathe. Until you forget your own name and you can only chant his.

He laughs at you, massaging the tip of his candy against your clit, rubbing the minty moisture with your juices, making your whole pussy tingle. You never thought you’d be into something like that, but thinking about it, you also didn’t know you’d be into gingerbread men… And there you were: panting and desperate to be fucked by one.

“Please, please…” You beg, scratching his shoulders until he hisses. You probably took part of his dough, oops.

“Say you want it, little whore. Say you want my candy inside your tight wet pussy,” he instructs. You blush harder, his filthy mouth is driving you insane.

“I- I want it…” You try, but another slap makes you groan, interrupting your talking. He chuckles and lets you be for a second so you can say: “I want your candy inside my tight wet pussy.” The embarrassment to repeat his words makes you want to hide your face in your hands, but he holds you still, your face looking into his toasty colored face.

“Such an obedient little whore, you really want it, don’t you? You are desperate to be stuffed…” You nod vehemently, the tip of his candy-cock finding your entrance. You moan louder, urging him to do it, to get inside of you, your legs wrapping around his middle, your heels pushing him forward as he laughs and complies. “So desperate, my filthy little whore…” He whispers against your ear as you feel him entering you at a tortuous pace.

You cry out his name, your nails digging further into his dough, your heels trying to urge him deeper, but he doesn’t bulge. He’s taking his time to fit inside of you, so very slowly that your brain is short-circuiting and you can’t do much but groan over and over. He feels perfect, the ridges, the mint, the feel of it… it’s making your brain turn into jelly.

“Just like that, surrender to the pleasure…” He’s pushing into you in short thrusts, hitting points you didn’t even know you liked. “Such a good little whore, clenching on my shaft and making me feel so good… You are divine,” his praises only make you more desperate, panting and breathing so hard you fear you are about to hyperventilate.

But he’s not having any of that, and he thrust the final centimeters in a hard thrust, making your eyes roll back into your head as you scream his name and arch your back as far as possible, pleasure spreading from your pussy to your whole body.

It’s transcendental, a pleasure so deep and primal you can’t comprehend it, but as soon as he starts thrusting, you don’t care about that anymore. You only care about how good the candy-cock feels inside of you, how deep he reaches, and how his ridges are hitting your secret points better than any dildo ever could.

You are turning into a melted body under him, his thrusts measured and pointed, hitting your G-spot precisely as you chant curses and groans. A drop of sugar hits your cheek as he starts to sweat, you lick it, marveling at his taste once again. You throw your head up, latching onto his neck to suck a hickey and get some more of his delicious taste.

“Oh goddess, you feel so good. Your pussy is so tight, you are so perfect. Made for me. Your pussy is made for me,” he keeps spilling filth as you suck on his neck, his groans mixing with the slapping sound of his chocolate balls against your ass. “Do you want to come, little whore?” You moan an affirmative, sucking harder on his pulse point. “I’m going to fill you with so much cream you are going to become sugary sweet,” he whispers as he thrusts harder.

His fingers finding your clit and rubbing until you are losing your mind and precipitating over the edge of an incredible orgasm that makes your legs shake and your pussy quiver. He follows soon after, coming inside of you so much and so hard that you can feel every single twitch of his come hitting your insides.

He, true to his words, fills you with so much cream it starts to overflow around his candy-cock, making you feel filthy and sated. It’s the best feeling in the world. His body sags against your front, the full body pressure, making you feel content and relaxed, his cock still twitching inside your overused hole. He chuckles when you mumble incoherently against his cheek, kissing every part of his face you can reach.

But he surprises once again, kissing you deep and hard until you are panting and you can feel the arousal building up back again inside of you. “And now I feast…” He says before he travels down your body and buries his face in your pussy.

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Advent calendar: Day 11. Caught in a trap

Krampus x gn!reader || dom/sub (dom!reader), role-play, bondage, degradation, dirty talk, oral sex, (light) edging

You had a vendetta with Santa Claus, so you prepared a trap to get him this year. He would finally answer to your questions and maybe get kicked in the nuts. Maybe. But to your surprise and utter mortification, it’s not Santa in the trap.

Fuck. You caught the wrong monster.

There, in the middle of the forest, tangled in the bobby trap you set, there’s a krampus. A very naked, very pretty krampus suspended in midair. His body looks so graceful in the air, and his dick is hanging limp between his legs, huge and soft… Not that you are looking, you are definitely not.

“Oh my God, I’m so so so sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll release you…” You tell him, apologizing profusely over and over as you try to reach for the lights.

But he stops you with a hiss when your hand is hovering over the cord. You stop, looking at him intently as you look over him. Something inside of you is begging you to do something… something naughty.

“What if I don’t want you to release me?” He asks, his voice tense and vulnerable.

“What?” You don’t know what to say, your brain trying to catch up with his words, your body already reacting to the prospect of playing with the tied krampus in front of you. Fuck, your blood feels like it’s boiling.

He licks his lips, looking intently at you, up and down, up and down… He’s checking you out in the least subtle way possible, and his smirk shows how much he likes what he’s seeing. “What if… What if I like to be at your mercy?” He finally questions, a tremble running down your body at his words.

“Are you joking?” You finally respond, completely shook about what he’s offering. You want it more than anything. Fuck, you want that more than you need air. But… is he for real?

“I- N- No,” he stutters. “I really want you to…” He confesses in a whisper.

You never thought krampus would be so freakingly adorable, and it’s throwing you off a bit. You are as confused as him, but something inside of you is blooming with pent up tension already. Your arousal pooling on your lower abdomen as he licks his lips and you mirror him. He stares at your mouth intently, and you feel your pulse skip a beat. Yeah… You definitely want to make him insane with pleasure.

His naked body moves against the restrains, the tree he’s hanging from cracking under the movement. He looks up alarmed, but you see his dick bobbing as it fills up. Oh… someone likes a bit of danger. And it happens to be one of your kinks, too…

You stare a bit longer, not saying anything and making him squirm against the lights around his body. But you finally break the silence and ask: “Are you sure?” He nods vigorously, his horns accidentally hitting the tree behind him, making you bite your lip to hold back the laughter threatening to spill. He’s so cute, and his dick looks so good… You want to devour him. “So you really want to be mine?” You ask, a bit of truth permeating your words.

You need to remain in character, you remind yourself, this is all for him… His fantasy.

You approach his tied body slowly, pushing him a bit just to see him rock in the air as you chuckle. His dick is bobbing as he moans, precum already shining on the tip. You stop his body and grab the lights, helping him remain still as your nails travel across his exposed skin. A moan escapes his mouth again, his eyes rolling back as you touch his sensitive nipples.

When you get to his hard dick, you start jerking him off slowly until he’s a mess and his dick is completely covered in precum, pathetic and ready to burst, begging you to let him come. “You look so pathetic like that, whimpering as I jerk you off. Poor silly krampus, all horny and unable to come…” He whines again, making you chuckle. And then you can’t hold your character anymore. “I love when you are like this, honey, I love how desperate you sound, how pretty your moans are when you are about to come…” you jerk him off faster, stopping right when you feel he’s about to come, “and I stop.” He cries out your name mixed with a plea, making you feel powerful and desired. “Tell me, tell me how pathetic you are,” you order.

“I- I’m- I’m pathetic,” he stutters, your hand moving only when he’s talking. Stopping as soon as he’s done.

“Tell me you are a pathetic little monster for me to play with,” you instruct again.

“I’m your pathetic little monster…” He repeats, a groan breaking his voice at the end of the sentence when your nail presses against the slit of his dick.

“Annnnnd?” You ask, being a little shit, your finger playing with his slit until he’s whimpering constantly and his precome is oozing so abundantly that your whole hand is wet.

“For you to play with,” he finished between gritted teeth. He seems frustrated and pathetic, and you love it.

“Good boy,” you say as you lower your head and suck on the tip of his cock as a reward, making him buckle against the restraints. “Such a pretty cock, so tasty,” you tell him, slurping around his shaft and making his eyes roll back into his head as you moan around him. You know the vibrations drive him wild.

He screams your name and you grab his balls, squeezing a bit harder than necessary, loving the way he whimpers as you do so. “Are you ready to make a mess for me, honey? Are you ready to be good for me and come all over yourself like the pathetic silly monster you are?” He whimpers at your words, his head bobbing as you jerk him off faster, harder, squeezing every time you go down. “Now,” you order.

He curses like a madman, words in any language he can speak, his yes rolling back as his body tenses under your hands. He explodes with a shout, your name sounding like a prayer on his lips as he comes and comes and comes… It’s exhilarating to be the one making him come so hard, for so long. It drives you crazy with desire to know you are the one who caused it.

“Next time, I’ll tie you,” he whispers, breaking you out of your dream-state. His voice is rough after all the screaming, and you find that incredibly hot. You chuckle as you help him out of the tangle of lights, his legs buckle under him, his hooves making a comical sound as he trips and almost falls. “You’ll pay for this, you know, right?” He asks you, sending a sticky eye your way.

“Oh, yeah… I’m counting on it.”

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what about reader x Krampus in honor of Christmas?

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It’s well into the night as you wait for your husband, Krampus, this Christmas morning. The room is still and peaceful, the only sound being the gentle crackling of the dying fire and the only light the lit Christmas tree. You’re so deep in your sleep that you don’t hear the sharp hooves drop on the roof or the heavy footsteps that follow, growing closer and closer to your fireplace.

Through the pure magic flowing through your husband’s veins, the fireplace grows to fit his ginormous size. Even then he has to wrestle down the fireplace. But oh he’d do anything for you and it’s something you demand of him every year. Wanting the full experience. Yet none of that wakes you.

“Ah fuck!” Your husband’s voice shouts and it’s that which wakes you up from your slumber.

You both softly groan and your eyes flutter open to see the towering figure of your husband, Krampus, heading right for you. A smile lights up your face and all traces of sleep leave your expression. You push off the couch and meet your husband in the middle, your lips crashing together in a heated and sloppy kiss.

“Always forgetting to put the fire out before I get home. Such a naughty little wife, what will I do with you?” He growls against your lips, dropping his bag of tricks and gathering your plush frame into his hulking arms. A small needy moan leaves you as you arch into him. You look up at him through your lashes, fingers weaving through his fur and giving a delicious tug.

“I have a few ideas…”

Krampus laughs, a rumble moving through his chest. He presses against you, letting you know how hard his aching cock is for you after being away all night. Your pussy floods with arousal and you can’t stop yourself from tugging him down to your height.

“Oh, you tryna butter me up now, ma?” He asks huskily, his hot breath fanning your face and sending shivers down your spine.

“That depends, are you here to give me a punishment or a present?” You whisper in response, leaning in anyway to start pressing wet kisses up and down the column of his neck. Krampus growls lightly, his claws pricking gently into your soft flesh.

“Little bit of both.”

A playful gasp leaves you and you’re quickly detaching yourself from him. Eager to see what he’s brought you this year. Krampus laughs at your desperation and kneels down before you to grab at his sack of tools. While Krampus gave you, his darling wife, the special treat of a present every year, his presents usually had to do with some form of punishment. It was just his nature. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He hands you a box and you send the wrapping paper flying as you tear it to shreds in your excitement. What’s left standing is a pretty holiday themed whip. A slow smirk spreads across your lips as you glance at Krampus.

“Oh, we could have some fun with this,” you say as your mind spins image after image. All the possibilities before you and all the pleasure you’re sure to experience.

“Why wait?” Your husband asks, a wicked gleam in his eye. One that promises punishment, pain, and pleasure. The heady mix nearly has your eyes rolling back as your panties flood with arousal.

The smell of your lust has Krampus’ nostrils flaring, his eyes flashing, and before you know it he’s pouncing on you and tackling you both back onto the couch. He’s tearing off your clothes as fast as you tore off the wrapping paper. As if you were his present this year. The gift that kept on giving.

Well now it’s his turn to give. Krampus kisses down your deliciously plump frame. Cherishing and worshipping every inch of your perfect body. His ginormous body settles in between your thick thighs. His claws wrapping around the entire expanse of it. He doesn’t let up on his teasing kisses, touching everywhere except where you need him most.

“First, let me stretch my girl out the way I know she likes, yeah?” Krampus rumbles but you know with one look he’s not even talking to you. He’s talking to your pulsing pussy that’s practically crying for his attention.

He doesn’t keep you waiting a second longer, attacking your pussy like the naughty temptress it is. His long tongue lashes out, sliding through your slick folds and igniting your every nerve.

A sharp gasp is ripped from your throat, your hips immediately jerking up into his mouth. Krampus growls and digs his claws in deeper, drawing you in tight against his mouth so there’s nowhere to run. You squirm against him as his tongue plunges into your hot core, lapping up along your sensitive walls. Each thrust of his tongue sending you closer and closer to insanity.

“S-s-slow down, please!” You cry out, the pleasure coursing through you. Your body violently shakes and the only thing keeping you up against Krampus’ mouth is his strong hands. He snarls in disagreement, sucking your puffy clit till you scream in ecstasy.

“Been waitin’ all night for this sweet pussy, ma. You think I’m gonna take it slow? No, no, no. She deserves all my attention now,” Krampus slurs against your cunt, sounding drunk off of you. He slips a couple of thick fingers through your folds till they drip with your slick and your hips grind into them, seeking more even as it feels too much.

You both seem to lose track of time. Your mind grows fuzzy with the pleasure as you get lost in it and your husband Krampus is no better. He spends nearly the entire Christmas Day between your thighs. Bringing you to finish over and over again on his tongue until you both pass out into a blissful sleep in front of the fire.

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Something with Krampus for Christmas?

Merry Christmas Eve to everyone!!!! Here's a short Krampus story! I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: Vaginal Sex, Horn Grabbing, Slight Cockwarming

Krampus is coming home to his new wife after a long day. This time of year was always busy, but this year seemed busier than usual.  The only thing he wants is to feel your tight cunt wrapped around him.

As he enters the snow-covered cabin, you can see the exhaustion in his eyes and his building lust. You reach on your tippy toes to pull him down slightly so you can give him a kiss on the cheek. He doesn’t hesitate when you wrap your hand around one of his claws and guide him to the large couch in your living room. With a gentle nudge, you guide him to sit and crawl into his lap.

You know he’s too tired to fuck you like he usually does, so you decide it’s your turn to care for him. As usual, he is hard and ready within seconds of you being near him. You slowly lift yourself, lifting your dress out of the way, and impale your hot cunt on his cock. The deep groan he lets out is sinful. 

You steady yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders, riding him slowly as you adjust to the large intrusion. You lean forward and kiss him, trying to pour all your affection and love into the kiss. Without warning, your husband’s claws wrap around your waist and begin bouncing you up and down on his cock at a brutal pace. Your clit clamming against his pelvis on each downward stroke.

You can’t help but moan as he takes over. You should have known that he wouldn’t let you have control for long, even if you are on top. He suddenly stands from the couch, never stopping you from bouncing on his cock. The movement had caused you to momentarily lose balance, reaching one hand out and pulling on his left horn. 

He moans out, his voice deep and gravelly as you keep a hold on his horn, hand wrapped tightly around the sensitive base. He speeds up his thrust, aiming directly for that spot that always has you screaming out for him. It only takes two more thrusts for you to fall over the edge and soak his hard cock. He follows quickly after you, burying himself deep and filming you to the brim.

You nuzzle into his neck as he lies on the couch, keeping you pressed to his chest, his cock still snug inside you. He doesn’t even speak as he pulls the throw blanket you placed over the back of the couch onto your body to keep you warm. Within seconds, he is drifting off. You kiss his chest lightly before following soon after, warm in his arms as the snow continues to fall outside.

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i don't know if you've seen them, but the krampus parade videos of krampus picking the girl up or kissing them 😍 bunni im begging you

Imagine being that girl.

You’re at the parade, waving and smiling. He notices you, all cute with your chubby cheeks looking so warm and squishy.

You’ve never been before, unaware of the traditions of the village. He’s never seen a woman look quite like you do, so plump with a full figure… it makes him feel hot and his pants tight.

Krampus walks over, easily lifting you, a claw tapping his cheek and of course you kiss it.

That’s when you notice he is NOT wearing a mask and you just kissed THE Krampus.

Of course that kiss was basically him slipping an engagement ring around your finger.

Krampus has chosen you as his bride, and everyone cheers when he carries you away.

He takes you to his den and quickly consummates the marriage, fucking you like an animal~

His cock stretches you out, his hand smacking your ass lightly while his tongue tangles itself with yours. You’re his pretty little mate now, his gorgeous wife.

Of course he stuffs you full of his cum, leaving your pussy drooling.

want more? send me a kofi! ^^

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begging .. pleadign for a krampus drabble 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

You’ve been so damn bratty this year, a naughty, bad girl.

Or, that’s what Krampus puts on his list so he’s justified in what he’s got planned. He had been craving you, keeping a close eye on his favorite person throughout the year.

Every year you’ve been a good girl, helping out your family, excelling at your work, and even giving your time to help those in need when you could… so why were you standing face to face with the furry beast as he climbed through your window?

“W-who are you? I’ll call the-“

Before you could continue, you were picked up easily, carried to your bedroom. Krampus threw you on the bed and unbuckled his belt, pulling out his cock and pumping it a few times as he pulled your hips towards him.

“You ain’t calling anyone, princess. You’ve been a bad girl, and if you want a present you’ll take your punishment.”

You yelped as he pulled your panties to the side, giving your pussy a slap before sinking his fingers into your cunt. “Gonna have to stretch this out, princess. Too damn tight, you’re sucking my fingers in.”

You could feel him curl his fingers inside of you, his long tongue latching onto your clit. “Such a naughty girl, getting this wet during your punishment. You’re liking this too much…”

But you could hear the purr in his voice, he was enjoying this far more than you were. Krampus rubbed the tip of his cock against your tight hole, laughing when you squirmed.

“It’s t-too big, y-“

He speared you on his cock, groaning as you cried out in shock. You struggled, whimpering as he began to move.

You let out another yelp as he smacked your ass, leaving a red handprint on your ass cheek. It was embarrassing how wet his spanking was making you, each slap making you moan and drool like a whore.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so well, princess. Just be my good little whore and you’ll get your present.”

You clenched around him, and he leaned over to groan into your ear. “That’s it, here’s your present, baby.”

You felt him swell up inside of you, cum shooting into your womb and filling your belly. It felt warm and sticky as it flowed down your thighs, making a mess on the bed.

As you recovered, he turned you over, groping at your breast.

“Mmph… maybe you deserve another present, princess.”

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content: gender neutral reader, NSFW

You happened to see the poster on your way home. Rent a Monster for any occasion, the headline said. That's when the idea struck you: a genuine Krampus, coming over to entertain the children during your family's Christmas event. Brilliant, novel, unique. You could almost hear the clink of the glasses as friends and relatives praised your impromptu spectacle.

So, you rang and waited, until you finally heard the fateful knock on the door. You sprang from your seat, ready to instruct the beastly creature.

"I'll walk in first," you explained, "and then you can...is that a bow around your...?"

You froze in your tracks, gawking at the indecent display. You quickly searched your pockets for the flyer, then went over the text again. Ah. It appears you had called the stripper service instead.

Alright, a payment's a payment. Without much consideration, you nodded to yourself and guided the devilish guest to your bedroom. Might as well put that whip to good use.

"Fantastic idea, (Y/N)," one of the parents proclaims, raising a toast in your direction. "The kids are loving it. Such a great costume, too, almost too real."

Further ahead, your Krampus "friend" is running around a pack of laughing children. He takes a moment to turn towards you, eyeing your cushion with a knowing smirk.

"How did you even manage to fall like that," someone else wonders out loud.

You squeeze your legs together, humiliated. What could you possibly say? That you were ravaged right before the family Christmas party, and you didn't even have time to dry your insides? That one wrong move could reveal how stuffed you've been with a monster's load? Shameful. Wretched horndog, you scold yourself.

Even worse, the monster's intense gaze might suggest he's waiting for a second round. You'll be leaving early.

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Sacrifice

y'all i wrote a thing...

“You will be rewarded,” the King promises. His voice is softly resonant, soothing. He kisses the tears from her cheeks, and then tightens her bonds and brushes the last scraps of her dress off her body. “In this life, and the next.”

Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Monsterfucking, Teratophilia, Ritual Sex, Human Sacrifice (sort of), Blood, Violence, Size Kink, Made-up Mythology

(honestly i have nfi how to tag this thing, it's violent eldritch dragon on human action okay)

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Her name is Lamb, but it is also a word for Offering. The girl never considers its meaning until the day she is told she is to be a Sacrifice.

She is bathed and anointed, dressed in white and red, and then the King himself comes to take her out of the temple and into the centre of the forest, to the altar. The King in the golden mask, whom she has seen often throughout her short life, but never spoken to. And she never saw him without a mask before — she doesn’t think anyone has.

He takes it off when they arrive at the altar together. The girl has been weeping quietly all along the way, unable to enjoy the ride through autumn forest aglow with golden sunlight, her first time outside the temple since she was younger than she can remember. But now, she gazes up at the King, shaken out of her growing anxiety. His snow white hair had led her to expect an old man, yet his face is ageless and breathtakingly beautiful; serious, but not unkind. As he ties her to the altar and cuts her dress from her body she weeps again, not out of fear, but out of awe and wonder.

“You will be rewarded,” the King promises. His voice is softly resonant, soothing. “In this life, and the next.”

He kisses the tears from her cheeks, and then tightens her bonds and brushes the last scraps of her dress off her body. She lies bare before him and somehow she cannot think to be ashamed: the King unmasked holds a beauty so profound, so other-worldly, that she cannot think at all.

Thus it is that she doesn’t notice when he reaches into his clothing and exposes his cock; doesn’t look as he strokes it. She is lost in his golden eyes. It isn’t until he closes them with a faint grunt and something hot spills over her belly that she finally looks down — and sees him holding a body part she has only some academical knowledge of, soon tucked out of sight once more.

No longer spell-bound by his beauty, panic resurfaces in the girl. Her breathing hitches and races as the King reaches for his knife. She closes her eyes and cries out as he makes a quick, precise cut down the middle of her chest; not deep, just enough to draw a trickle of blood. She feels it sliding down her belly, pooling in her navel.

When she opens her eyes again, the King is holding a fruit of a kind she has never seen before. He slices it in half and lets its juices drip onto her skin, joining his spend and her blood. Then he leans in. Fingertips swirl the liquids cooling on her body, and for a moment it seems to her as though they catch on fire, a sigil searing her skin.

“This life, and the next,” the King repeats, his nostrils flaring as he sucks those mingled fluids from his fingers. The girl catches herself wondering if he is talking to her, or to himself. The way he looks at her in this moment makes her head spin: writ in his expression there is hunger and longing, greed and resentment, love and fury.

She might have asked him what it all means, but in the next moment his golden mask is back in place, and then the King is gone. And over the darkening forest, a half-moon is rising.

The Sacrifice is alone and afraid. She doesn’t know what is happening. She doesn’t know why she has been taken here, into the heart of the forest; why she has been stripped naked and tied to an altar. She doesn’t know what the sigil drawn on her skin means. But she knows, eventually, that she isn’t alone.

There is something in the forest.

She senses it watching her. Hears a great body shifting in the shadows. A wail of fear builds in her throat and she tries to swallow it, to be still and listen, but she can’t stop crying. Can’t stop shaping pleas with her lips, unvoiced, disappearing into the night.

The altar sits in a clearing, the ground flat and open all around and bathed in the light of the rising moon. The Sacrifice twists and arches her neck, looking frantically about, trying to catch a glimpse of the creature. And a glimpse here and there is all she gets. Even as the creature leaves the cover of the trees, she cannot seem to make out what manner of beast is approaching: it flickers and fades into a shadowy mirage, almost invisible against the dark forest. The girl thinks she sees a long body like that of a serpent, but enormous, with four legs — or two, or six? — and talons tearing up clumps of grass as it slithers around the meadow, circling ever closer. Sometimes it disappears from view entirely, but she still hears it moving, staying low to the ground. It is hugging the altar now, she can sense it winding its body about the slab of stone. She twitches and yelps as she feels the scrape of a talon over her leg, a wet tongue touching her hand, then stillness.

The Sacrifice jerks her head around, straining against her bonds, straining her eyes, wondering if she imagined it all. And then her vision is obscured by darkness, and in that darkness a pair of malevolent green eyes, impossibly bright. She blinks tears from her own eyes and more details resolve out of the black — mane, muzzle, fangs — but they refuse to coalesce into a whole that makes sense.

This is a creature that doesn’t exist. A lion-headed serpent of shifting shadow whips its forked tongue at her, scenting the air. Then it tastes her skin, right above her heart where the King cut her. The girl is rigid, her teeth chattering, too frightened to even cry anymore. The creature hums, licks her again and again, its tongue shockingly hot as it laps at her chest and her belly. The King’s sigil disappears into its great maw and it makes a noise that could almost be a moan, its body heaving over her.

She still cannot perceive the whole of it, but as her eyes travels down its body she sees where fur is replaced with scales. She sees a seam down the centre of its underbelly splitting open as an organ grows out of it, and even in the dark she knows it for what it is—

And she shrieks and struggles feebly against her bonds as the serpent-thing crawls atop her, for she understands now what is about to happen. She is innocent of knowledge but on some deep, instinctual level, she understands . She understands why she was stripped of her clothes, why she was bent back over the rounded stone, why her legs were pried apart and tied open—

The serpent’s body is a furnace above her; she sees nothing but gleaming fur and scales. And then she feels it between her legs, its impossibly large cock nudging up against her—

And then she screams as it splits her in two.

The first release comes fast. He fucks her in a passionate fury, gouging the altar stone with his talons as his body bucks and heaves atop the girl. The girl, the little human girl, his Sacrifice . Crying underneath him, bleeding, writhing, pleading wordlessly in a language as old as time. And all it does is spur him on. He spends inside her with another growling moan.

Pulling out, he shifts his body out of the way, inspects the ruin of her. She is still alive. Still keening. He considers eating her. Her blood is so sweet: sweeter still now that she is his .

Instead he tears her from the altar, and carries her off into the forest. Away from the meadow, deeper and deeper into the forest, and then down, down into the winding tunnels of his den.

There, he curls up with his prize. She is a trembling, whimpering little thing, smelling of fear and blood and dripping with his release. He holds her in his talons, turning her over and around, inspecting her with all his senses. She sobs quietly and he drinks in her misery as he sniffs and licks — licks the tears from her face, the blood from the punctures he’s left on her body. He pushes his tongue into her mouth, tasting her spit, and she gags and squirms. He licks at her chest, her small breasts, her soft belly. He pulls her legs apart, nosing at her sex; she’s leaking blood and spend, soaking her little patch of fur. He laps it all up, invades her without a care for her comfort.

She is intoxicating. He wants more. He wants to devour her, but she is barely even a morsel, and there is a different kind of sustenance he craves, a different kind of relief. There is a hunger in him that hasn’t been satisfied for as long as he cares to remember. So he licks into her, purring, forcing more and more of his tongue inside, and then he pulls out and moves her around so he can thread her up on his cock instead.

She lets out a hoarse shriek; her pain washes over him in a delicious wave. He remains as he is, lazily lounging over his favourite boulder, and he moves her up and down his shaft, feeling the tight hot squeeze of her. Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. He’d intended to draw it out, to make it last longer, but his patience evaporates in the flood of sensations, and anyway it doesn’t matter: he can go again, and again. As many times as he needs to to feel sated. So he tightens his talons around her body and slams her down on his cock, growling with pleasure as he spends inside her once again.

Then he puts her over the boulder on her belly, laps at her entrance greedily ... and then he mounts her like a beast. His body shortens and thickens, he hunches over her like a great cat, rutting furiously into her as she weeps.

He doesn’t count how many times he takes her, it is not his way. By the end of the night, he is satisfied to lie on his back, her unconscious form draped over his long body as his cock pumps in and out of her. A swollen ridge at its base stimulates her, makes her sex contract around him — he forces unto her pleasure she can’t feel, but he can. He draws it out of her and consumes it just as he consumes her pain, and in return he fills her up with his essence.

He could keep her. Or he could eat her. He could keep using her until he gets bored and then he could eat her. But for some reason, he doesn’t want to. There is something else he wants, now. The memory of a scent lingering on his tongue. Something complicated stirring at the back of his mind. He ignores it with practised ease, but still: he doesn’t eat her, and he doesn’t keep her.

Instead, just before dawn, he leaves his den with the girl cradled against his chest.

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Advent calendar: Day 9. Dinner with a show

A/N: Have you seen Monster Inc? The snow monster? Yeah. So… Hear me out.

Abominable x fem!reader || public sex, knotting, size kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, role-play, oral sex, squirting, dirty talk

Your partner for the night is an abominable, all tall and furry. You haven’t seen his dick yet, but you are more than ready to see it. You want him desperately, and the way he keeps looking your way as you walk around the bar and serve patrons, he’s not much better. He slaps your ass as you pass by him, making you let out a tiny scream followed by a cheerful laugh. You like him. He’s fun and flirty… Also big as a wall. Just the way you like your monsters.

It’s all planned, he’s supposed to grunt at you when you pass by and throw you over the next table, pushing up your long skirt and lowering your corset for everyone to see. You’ve come to love the dinner spectacle, especially being the center of attention as your pussy is pounded by the monster of the night and all the attendees stare at you. It’s exhilarating and fills all your monster fantasies, plus the exhibitionism ones.

But this one you are especially excited. You’ve never fucked an abominable, and there was something about him that was driving you insane with desire. So as soon as you feel him passing by you and hear the grunt he lets out, you pussy is dripping.

He bends you over the table, face pressed against the wood as the naga sitting in front of you lets out a strangled noise, spilling her drink all over herself as you try not to giggle. The abominable behind you is more than ready to play his part, though. Your skirt is being pushed up, and you expect to feel his dick against your entrance, as everyone else does, but it’s not that.

You feel his tongue.

A very big and wet tongue against your pussy that makes you scream as you writhe in pleasure over the table. Your hands grab the edge of the table for dear life as he starts fucking you with his way too long tongue, hitting your G-spot with the pointy tip and making you see stars. It doesn’t last much, but it’s enough to have you dripping with desire at the edge of what feels like an earth shattering orgasm.

He pulls back with a smack of his slips, like he’s savoring how you taste as he leans over your body and grabs you by the hair, carefully but securely. He pushes you up, at the same time he pushes his huge dick inside of you. Good luck you are more than used to monster sizes, because he feels like he’s going to rip you in two.

You can feel him at the back of your throat, and as he pushes your body up you can feel his dick going deeper. And deeper. And even deeper until you can barely breath as he kisses your neck and pulls your corset down, spilling your boobs as one of his hands pinches your nipples and makes you clench around him.

He roars at the sensation, and you feel powerful for a total of two seconds before he starts bouncing your body over his dick. His arm is holding you up by your middle, bouncing you on his dick, when his other hand grabs the skirt and pushes it up, exposing your dripping spread pussy to everyone to see. The attendees cheer and clap, some of them already jerking themselves, some of them looking expectantly as you are fucked within an inch of your life.

You’ve never felt like that before. You’ve fucked many, many monsters, but somewhat he feels better, bigger. He feels fucking fantastic inside of you as he keeps hitting every single pleasure point at once. His thrusts are controlled and hard, his sharp teeth against your ear when he starts talking, only for you to hear.

“I bet you look sinful, all spread and being fucked. They are loving it, they are loving seeing your lush human body being bounced on my giant dick. And you love it too, don’t you? Of course you do, you are a dirty, dirty woman. You love monster cock, you are dripping around my cock, I can feel how my balls are getting wet with your juices…” His words are making something inside of you shake. None of the others talked dirty to you, and you had suck a weak spot for that. Fuck. “Such a… Dirty. Little. Whore,” he punctuates each word with a thrust and your brain short-circuits.

You come around him without warning, your body sizing as he keeps holding you down for everyone to see, grabbing you by the legs and pushing them up, exposing you even more. Everyone cheer with your orgasm, some of the attendees coming at the same time as you do. Normally it would end there, but tonight…

Tonight you are going to be knotted for the first time.

“Are you ready, little whore? Are you ready to be knotted with my abominable dick?” You nod vehemently, bobbing your head so fast you almost get dizzy.

He chuckles, and you feel something even bigger than his dick pressing against your entrance. It feels massive, but you are so stretched and relaxed after your orgasm that it only takes him a couple more thrust to fit inside of you. It expands even bigger, locking against your G-spot as you feel the first shot of his come inside of you.

And something breaks.

You feel your body convulsing as you start squirting all over the place, splashing all the attendees in the table you are being fucked in front of, the naga from before screaming scandalized as someone laughs. The sounds of the crowd are deafening as you squirt all over the place, and he roars behind you, his come filling you to the brim, some of it slipping around his big knot and making a mess of his fur. You don’t care. You can’t care. The pleasure you are in is so big, so high, you feel like your body doesn’t belong to you anymore.

You hear the clapping sounds as everyone congratulates you loudly, you are half limp over his knot as he still comes one more time. His knot deflates and the crowd gets crazy when he pulls out and they see the amount of cum leaking out of you. You are so tired you can’t hold yourself up, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s covering you and holding you against his warm body, holding you close as he walks with you to the back room.

“Well… That went incredibly, if I say so myself,” he says with a chuckle, sitting on a big sofa with you sprawled across his chest.

“Wow…” It’s the only thing you can say as he laughs harder, the movement making some more of his cum to leak out of you, making you moan.

That draws his attention back to your used hole. “I think your pussy is my new favorite place,” he whispers against your ear as he pushes his come back inside with his finger. You moan again, and he chuckles. “I will give you a break, but just know I’ll be fucking you dumb again... Soon.”

With his promise, you fall asleep on top of him.

[filthylittlesnack]

Fem!Reader X Male Werewolves

Word Count: 4580 Explicit: Yes. Warnings: Size difference, dubcon, noncon, threesome, knotting, oral knotting, breeding, marathon sex, somnophilia.

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Summer. What everyone looked forward to. Warm sunny weather, longer days, chances for beautiful outdoor activities, the works. Granted, the heat could certainly get to you, but it did at least die down during the night, so you tended to get out during the evenings for either a walk or a run, depending on how active you felt. You usually turned to go back home right as the sun went down, so you never took your chances.

Not that you ever thought you were in any danger. You knew the people here and this was a very small rural neighbourhood. Everyone knew everyone and everyone looked out for everyone. You were really only close with a few people, though you lived on your own. You worked a bit of a ways away from here, but that just made the disconnect from work that much better for you.

It felt like you could actually leave work at work, so to speak.

Aside from your acquaintanceships with the locals you’ve cultivated over the years since you’ve started living here, you’ve made friends with two lovely gentlemen around your age who share a home together – Riley and Eric. You’ve been at each other’s places enough times that you could confidently say that they were friends. They had a friendly and playful rivalry with each other.

You tried to spend equal time with both of them. After all, you didn’t want to make either one of them feel like you liked one of them more than the other. They were different, but you liked them both equally. Riley was usually the one that found it difficult to decide what to do when the three of you hung out while Eric was usually the one making suggestions. Riley was the one who usually asked you what you wanted to do since he had trouble deciding while Eric was the one who offered you things to do before asking.

They had a dynamic that worked, you supposed. Truthfully, you couldn’t imagine having one without the other. They came as a set in your mind and the last thing you wanted was to make either of them jealous – they did tend to get into play fights quite often, but never enough that it wasn’t easily forgivable or that they actually hurt each other.

It was somewhat endearing. Sometimes they fought over you and it made you feel a bit guilty, but you didn’t actually mind it.

Somewhere deep down inside, you had a bit of a crush on them…but you didn’t want to separate them or pit them against each other, which was why you never acted on your feelings in any capacity. You liked the dynamic the three of you had as friends and you didn’t want to ruin that.

During your evening run you started a bit later than you wanted, said men stared at you as they watched you go down the trail from your house. The full moon was beginning to properly rise and their feral and wild instincts were already making their burgeoning drives and instincts that much worse as they began to fight each other, yelling about who should get to court you. It didn’t help that they practically salivated over the way your athleisurewear hugged the curves of your body so perfectly.

It wasn’t long before they had fled their home together, dashing out the back door and running across the yard into the woods where they knew you were waiting. It was no use fighting each other, they were in the same pack and competing against each other wouldn’t do their dynamic any favours. Though it didn’t make any sense in their human brains, in their werewolf brains, it made perfect sense.

Whoever caught you first got to claim you as their mate.

You, naturally, were completely unaware of this. Every time the full moon came around, they weren’t available and you just assumed they were busy and had some other activity they participated in. You couldn’t blame them, of course. They had lives outside of you, after all. Obviously.

The woods had never been this dark when you went on your evening ventures, before. Then again, you never went out this late, so you supposed you should have expected this. Still, you weren’t afraid. You knew this place like the back of your hand.

What you weren’t prepared for was the sound of howling in the distance as you jogged. That had never happened, before. It stopped you in your tracks when you heard it and it made you second-guess proceeding further. You liked your evening walks, but not enough to risk getting eaten alive by wolves.

Just as you turned to run back the other way to go back home, you saw something that took your breath away and made you freeze in place. Wolves didn’t stand on two feet, and they certainly didn’t have shoulders that broad or hands that big. And the way it looked at you had you trembling in place, its dark fur outlining it against the barest windows to the twilight sky.

Stepping back in fear, you had no idea what to do. Running further into the woods would get you lost and you weren’t sure if you could outrun it…but it was blocking your only way home.

Another howl could be heard directly behind you, practically raising your hackles straight up. Operating on instinct, you made the foolish decision to run, thereby activating both werewolves’ prey drives as they proceeded to chase after you. You didn’t dare look behind you at the risk of slowing down and getting caught and killed by them.

But you never went off the trail, certainly not like this. Unfortunately, your foot caught on a stray root and it sent you tumbling into the foliage, dropping your only light source and leaving you vulnerable. Shocked and winded, just as you were trying to get back up from the ground to try and find somewhere to hide, a paw suddenly shoved your face down into the foliage, making you yelp in shock and fear. For all of your life since you could even contemplate death, you were afraid of something just like this – dying during just an everyday normal activity unable to make peace with it and doomed to just disappear.

And now, that fear was becoming a reality when you could hear the growls of the werewolves and their hot breaths coming towards you and you started to whimper, shaking uncontrollably as adrenaline coursed through your body, heart thundering out of your chest as your cheeks grew wet with mounting fear. “P-please! Please don’t hurt me!”

The moment you began to whimper, one of the werewolves snarled and nipped at the other, causing you to flinch. The other seemed to back down, but the one that reprimanded the other bent down and to your surprise…it started to whine softly, licking at your tears in an attempt to soothe you and nuzzle at you.

It took you by surprise and almost shocked you out of your fear response as you looked up, the lantern you were holding illuminating the werewolf’s face as you stared at it for a moment. Bright yellow eyes stared concerned at you from bright ginger fur.

As you examined it, you realized that you recognized that exact shade of ginger. You couldn’t believe it…! “…Riley?”

Once you called him by name, the man you thought was your friend’s tail began to wag, looking to the other. The other werewolf approached and licked your other cheek, grumbling at you. If the ginger werewolf with yellow eyes was Riley, then the dark-furred werewolf with amber eyes had to be… “And Eric…?”

It seemed that you now knew who they were, so they had to change tactics if they wanted to get what they wanted. Besides, since they had both caught up to you at the same time, they both had rights to mate you. But since you knew who they were, that might complicate things.

You, however, were none the wiser to their true intentions and were just glad that they weren’t going to kill you nor eat you, Eric nuzzling against you as well, now. Your heart was still thumping out of your chest, but you could at least stand up and grab your lantern, getting a better look at them. Even like this, you could easily tell who was who. The fur on Riley’s head had a fluffier and curlier texture while the fur on Eric’s head stuck out messily and unkempt, with that signature rebellious strand of hair draped across his snout as it was when he was human.

Attempting to calm yourself down by reaching up to pet them and scratch them behind the ears, Riley leaned easily into the affection, lowering himself down to your level and practically cuddling you like a big dog. Aloof, though Eric typically was, was not immune to your affection and groaned happily. Both of their tails were wagging, glad to see that their wolf forms didn’t frighten you too much.

More than anything, they were afraid that their werewolf identities would cause you to not want to be friends with them, anymore, hence why they kept it secret from you for so long. They were at least glad that that fear was unfounded.

But…now what? It seemed that you weren’t afraid anymore, but they couldn’t just…take you, could they? Eric would, his primal instincts were difficult to control and stave off while Riley was a bit better at keeping his wits, though not by much, depending on the circumstances.

Though you were happy that they weren’t going to kill you, even admitting that they were really cute like this (you were already imagining cuddling all together like this during the next full moon), you were still wondering why they chased you down. Did they just not recognize you at first? Was there some other reason? Did you mistake their play chasing for a hunt?

As you pondered, the thought occurred to you to actually ask them. They might not be able to answer verbally, but maybe they could still communicate. “So, if you weren’t going to eat me…what did you want with me?”

Riley and Eric shared a look between each other. They weren’t able to think completely logically when they were shifted like this, they shared the same thought. If you wanted to really know, they could just show you. After all, you would probably forgive them afterwards – it wasn’t like they could control themselves like this, after all.

Or you could end up really enjoying it. And perhaps afterwards, if they were lucky, you would choose the both of them as a mate.

Though Eric was typically the alpha in situations like this, Riley was the first to take charge, tackling into you like a puppy in play, heart fluttering when you started to laugh while he play wrestled with you, licking at your face and nipping at your ears and even your neck.

It was such a strange feeling. The fur tickled you and the hot breath on your neck and attention being given to it made you feel strangely warm. This wasn’t right, you shouldn’t feel like this…it wouldn’t be fair to them, especially when they were like this. They couldn’t think clearly, and the last thing you wanted to do was take advantage of them.

But Riley was cleverer than you gave him credit for in this situation. He was deliberately distracting you so that he could hold onto you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and keeping your back pressed against his chest, arms restrained while your legs were free.

He continued to lick and bite at your neck, growling softly as you started to realize you couldn’t move, involuntary whimpers and moans spilling from your lips. This wasn’t right, you had to stop this. “Guys, I…I don’t want to do this to you, I-I mean, it wouldn’t be fair.” You attempted to reason with them, not wanting to hurt their feelings nor offend them. “It-it shouldn’t be like this, I don’t want to take advantage of you. B-besides, I can’t choose between you.”

They both could smell your growing arousal and the human reason they were capable of was starting to die, whatever second thoughts they might’ve had fading away quickly. They only shared a look between them to know what to do.

You didn’t have to worry. There was no reason they couldn’t share you.

Riley went back to giving your neck attention, making you whimper as Eric grabbed at your legs, lifting you up and pulling them apart. They weren’t listening to you! Crap! Were their wolfish instincts really that strong that your words fell on deaf ears?

You supposed you didn’t have a choice, then…you just hoped they would forgive you afterwards for complying with their advances. The last thing you wanted was to hurt them. They couldn’t help themselves, after all…

Hooking his claws into your pants and your underwear, Eric promptly tore them off and growled softly at you. You could feel him sniffing at you and it made you feel incredibly embarrassed as Riley held you firm, still giving your neck attention. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but once Eric’s tongue met your flesh, you audibly gasped, whimpering and moaning at the sensation. His tongue was warm and…incredibly soft as he lapped at your folds, swiping his tongue up your clit.

Guiltily…you couldn’t help but rock your hips against Eric’s maw. His tongue just felt so good against you and if you didn’t have a choice in this…you might as well make the most of this and then apologize tomorrow in the morning. Hopefully they would forgive you for this…you wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t.

While Eric was gently lavishing you with his tongue, Riley released his grip a bit on you, electing to take your soft breasts in his hands and feel them up, his large handlike paws practically engulfing them. Though, since you were wearing a sports bra, they weren’t as pliable as they would be normally, something that didn’t seem to bode well for Riley as he whined in frustration.

Poor things…maybe this was why they tended to avoid you around this time every month. This was a need they just suffered through and nobody tended to be in the woods at night, so they had to take out their frustrations in other ways.

As guilty as you felt about taking advantage of the situation, the thought of them suffering like this made your chest hurt for them. So, smiling at Riley through your soft contented moans, you made a show of taking off your shirt to give them more access to you. Riley didn’t even wait for you to take your bra off before he was tugging it off himself. He was considerably less careful than Eric was when taking off your clothes, assuming in some capacity that you cared about these clothes, but once your breasts were free, his hands were back on them. You could feel him groan through his fuzzy chest and you could even feel him dry humping against your back as he fondled you.

It was an action that earned him a warning growl from Eric, prompting him to still his hips as he submitted. Riley whined quietly. He knew how aggressive Eric could get when they shifted and the last thing he wanted was for him to take it out on you and then feel guilty for it afterwards. Lord knows what Riley would do if anything bad happened to you because of them.

Squeezing your breasts and softly pinching your nipples between his fingertips made you starts to squirm, the scent of your arousal worming its way further into the werewolves’ brains as they indulged in you. Your soft sounds getting louder as you rolled your hips to the pleasure was such a beautiful sight. They had always admired you, but they never thought they would get to see you like this.

And under the light of the full moon, too. What a true delight this really was.

Once you started getting more animated and showing more reciprocity, Eric took this chance to fully slip his tongue inside of you, lapping at the inside of your walls and suckling at your clit, making you gasp and cry out even louder. Riley’s answer to this was to crane his neck and slip his tongue into your mouth to muffle you, ensuring that no one would be able to hear you and catch what they were doing to you.

All of your senses were being filled, Riley grabbing, squeezing, and pulling at the tender mounds of flesh on your chest while he kissed you (at least as best as he could, anyway) and Eric lapping and suckling at you while he kneaded at your thighs with his claws. You didn’t get a chance to try and deny the invading tongue in your mouth, but you surprisingly didn’t hate the taste.

Enthusiastically, you managed to find a way to properly kiss Riley, a hand on the back of his head with a fistful of his hair in your clutches. To both of their delight, you had reacted better than either of them could have hoped. Maybe there would be room for all three of you together after all of this…

If they managed to get you off of their knots.

Which reminded Eric not to get too deep, as much as he wanted to drive you over the edge and lap endlessly at you, pulling climax after climax from you and drinking your juices. Not when his cock was starting to ache and protrude from its sheathe.

As he pulled away from you, causing you to whine at the loss of sensation, Riley kept your attention on him, grabbing onto your face to keep you from looking in Eric’s direction while his other hand still squeezed and tugged at your breast. As Eric stood up while lowering you to his hips. You could feel the tip of his cock, wet and hot against you against your entrance, and before you could protest or pull away, Eric suddenly pulled you flush against his hips, slotting his cock into you and grinding into you as it slowly came out of its sheathe and filled you up, Riley swallowing down your pleasured and shocked moans with delight.

Once you were pressed flush with his knot, Eric started to properly rock against you, hands gripping your hips tightly as he used you as a personal fleshlight, grunting and growling as his knot slapped against your clit and his balls slapped against your ass.

Finally releasing you and knowing that you weren’t going anywhere, Riley slid out from under you, still holding onto you so that you weren’t just laying on the rough ground. He held you by the arms and as your head hung upside-down, you were face-to-face with his cock, throbbing and veiny and tapered to a tip at the end, poking out from its fuzzy sheathe. You were being held in midair by the werewolf men and Riley pressed his cock to your mouth while you struggled to maintain your breath while Eric was still thrusting his cock into your cunt.

Riley’s cock slipped easily into your mouth, slick with precum and your mouth already stretched from his tongue sliding down your throat. Both werewolves were now growling as they proceeded to fuck you, but Riley was considerably gentler with your mouth, holding you up by your wrists with one hand and the back of your neck with the other. His knot slapped hotly and wetly against your lips just like Eric’s was against your other set of lips.

Like his tongue, you didn’t hate the taste. Salty, musky, but not awfully unpleasant. You didn’t mind this, and the harder Eric fucked you, the closer you were to cumming.

And oh, how they were thoroughly enjoying this. You could feel them twitching and throbbing inside of you as they fucked you, hear them panting and growling the more frantic they got, and though your eyes were obscured by Riley’s balls slapping against your brow, they were watching your breasts bounce back and forth with their movements. It was addictively hypnotizing to watch. But the ache in both of their bellies was getting agonizing to endure…it was time to switch things up.

The pair shared a look. It was time to lock you in.

Pulling his cock out of your mouth, Riley took in the sight of the line of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his dick, shivering when the night air hit it. Eric stilled his hips as Riley pulled you up, the pair walking towards you to sandwich you between them. They both took a moment to lick and bite at your neck, Eric’s cock still inside of you, though not for long as with painful self-control, he pulled out, leaving you empty and wanting.

Facing Eric, you reached up to pet him behind his ears, pulling him close so that you could kiss him the way you kissed Riley, the darker werewolf growling when he could taste all the mixed fluids together on your tongues, suddenly grabbing your face so that he could explore your mouth more with his tongue, forcing you to practically swallow the squishy and spongey appendage as you moaned helplessly.

In a moment of weakness, Riley couldn’t help himself and speared you on his cock. He wasn’t going to knot you – Eric had already decided that he would be the one to breed you first – but he wanted to feel you around him for at least a moment. Dear lord, you felt amazing.

They couldn’t help themselves. It was now Eric’s turn to enjoy your mouth and your breasts while Riley enjoyed your pussy engulfing his cock. The longer this went, the less reservations you had. You still felt a little guilty for enjoying this so much, but could anyone truly blame you when they were clearly enjoying themselves, too?

It didn’t take long for Eric to pull away from you, grabbing onto your shoulders as Riley suddenly grabbed your hips, hoisting you up towards his face as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, leaning back so that you could lie together stomach-to-stomach.

Being the generous alpha he was, Eric allowed Riley to have a moment with just the two of you, your lips wrapped around his cock and his tongue inside of your cunt. Oh, how you tasted so wonderful and how you sucked him off so good. He couldn’t wait for everyone to completely lose themselves under the light of the full moon.

Once Eric grew impatient enough, feeling as though he was going to burst, he pressed himself down against you, properly sandwiching you all together, as he slipped his cock into you again, this time setting a rapid and punishing pace that quickly began to push you to the edge. Riley was suckling at your clit while Eric’s knot slapped against it with each mighty, rapid, and deep thrust while you were being facefucked by Riley. Both of them kept one hand on your hips to keep you in place, Eric used his other to keep himself propped up while Riley used his to keep your head still and in the best position for him to thrust himself into your mouth.

The breath was getting knocked out of you from both sides, sinful wet slapping and slurping noises coming out of you as you were reduced to a double-sided fleshlight for your werewolf friends. The speed and force at which they were both fucking you was nearly unbearable, the thread within you threatening to snap and send you screaming over the edge.

Riley was the first to cum, unable to contain himself as with a harsh thrust, his knot slid past your lips and teeth and swelled up into your mouth, his cock practically halfway down your throat as he whined against your clit, twitching and shuddering as he came. Your mouth and throat were throbbing, his cock pulsing rhythmically in you. You tried your best to drink down and swallow as much of his cum as you could, but it was difficult with how much he was filling up your mouth.

But with horror as you tried to pull away, your mouth was stuck. You couldn’t pull yourself off of him even on the verge of choking. As you started to panic, you started to tighten around Eric, your whining and mewling making aftershocks rip through Riley since he could feel the vibrations through his poor dick, knot firmly inflated inside of your mouth.

You were not going anywhere.

With mounting speed and accelerating force, Eric could feel himself about to release in you, could feel you tightening and clenching around him. You were close, too. He could feel it. He wanted you to cum on his cock and wanted to milk as many orgasms as he could from you while you were knotted together.

The combination of Riley’s mouth on your clit and Eric’s cock pistoning so rapidly into you, you knew it was only a matter of moments before you would fall apart.

And, just as Eric pushed in as hard and as desperately as he could, it was when his knot finally slipped past your walls that you came, squealing around Riley’s cock as you spasmed and thrashed in their grasps, Eric’s knot swelling and locking you in as he tip of him was pressed flush with your cervix, spilling rope after rope after rope of werewolf cum inside of you. Riley did not stop suckling on your clit, Eric still grinding inside of you in circles to draw our your orgasm for as long as possible, your insides a mess of twitches and contractions, almost like they were trying to suck Eric even deeper than he already was.

Once they were finished, you were locked together for quite some time, your jaw particularly sore despite Riley’s efforts to be gentle with you. And just like they intended, they didn’t stop once you all came. No, until Eric’s knot deflated, Riley continued to make you cum over and over again just by suckling on your clit.

Foolishly, you thought they were finished once their knots did deflate and they pulled themselves out of you, licking at you and lavishing you with attention to clean up the mess they made of you. Foolishly, you thought that that was it. That they’d had their fill and it was over.

Until Riley grabbed you and flipped you over so that your back was flush against his chest, again, and his cock was stuffed inside of your cunt, fucking rapidly up into you as Eric took this chance to suckle at your breasts and grind his cock against your naval.

You were going to be here for a while…and now that you were used to werewolf cock, they weren’t going to be gentle with you, anymore.

They were going to keep you here either until the sun rose or until you passed out. Whichever came first.

And even if you did fall unconscious, they would just take you back to their house and continue until morning anyways.

Collateral could wait until tomorrow – that was future you’s problem.

[filthylittlesnack]

CW: Non-Con/Dub-Con, Blood, Death

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

There’s something under the bed.

A sickeningly dreadful thing that's lingered there night after night, its presence growing ever bolder, atmosphere growing ever heavier. Perhaps you're imagining it—imagining the suffocating and chilling air filling your lungs like tar whenever night arose, imagining the cool breath on the back of your neck and the graze of its teeth against your pulse.

You could hear creaks and groans of the wood beneath you, the sound of its nails digging into your bedframe, your heartbeat mimicking a drum—deafening and loud in your ears.

You keep your eyes closed, breaths even and try to ignore it all, chalk it up to your imagination, and sleep it away. It takes a while—the sound is almost incessant, almost grating to your ears—but soon, sleep lures you to the edge, the noise and fear fading slowly into the background. Consciousness wanes as your heart calms to match it, sleep creeping into your skin, limbs heavy.

You don’t notice the pause in its movements—in its sound and interest—nor the silence that follows, an odd quiet that had the moon hiding behind the curtains.

It’s light—almost kind in touch—soft and curious, feeling the warmth you emit compared to the chill of its own. It could only truly come like this, touch you like this, when the light cannot touch it nor can your eyes gaze upon his form.

Serenity is a good look on you, defenseless, vulnerable, it wonders how other emotions appear on you as its touch slithers to your hair.

Impulse drove it to want more, to see what other faces you could make; a curiosity turned cruel. It was an abrupt, sharp pain, claws digging into your scalp—yanking and pulling with vicious fascination—a pained hiss ripping from your throat as your head was dragged back.

Your back meets the hard ground, and your eyes snap open. The pain is gone, and so is its presence. Your eyes are wide and erratic as you search the darkness, but you find nothing, not even a wisp of its existence.

You sleep in the guest bedroom with the lights on that night.

The encounters don’t stop there.

Each night, you wake with a new mark, its curiosity ever growing as it plays with you—claw marks on your skin, bruises blooming, and tattered clothes it rips in its exploration. Its touch sends tingles to your skin, which you ignore.

You no longer wear a complete set of comfy clothes to bed, just throwing on an old t-shirt knowing it would be inevitability torn. No matter where you spend the night in your home, it always finds you; you’ve given up at this point.

You can hear its satisfactory purr once your resistances drop into nothing as each night passes, just promptly falling asleep as it explores—occasionally snapping awake when its touch turns harsh—and letting it happen.

There’s not much you can do, money is scarce, and it’s not like you can go and hide somewhere; even if you did, you have a feeling it would follow.

This routine continues for a good while until something disrupts it one night.

It’s the sound of glass shattering that tears you awake. Your monster nowhere to be found as you hear the sound of people invading your home. You hear gruff orders and them rummaging around for valuables.

Fear stills you, sinks into your bones, running red and hot. Your mind urges you to run, hide, to do something to survive, yet your body does no such thing.

The twisting of your doorknob snaps you out of your frozen state, immediately making a dash for the closet before they enter your bedroom. You slap your hand over your mouth, cowering in the darkest corner of your closet as the door creaks open, footsteps following.

Your heart pounds in your chest as they search the room, cursing as they discover how little you own. You wait for them to leave, to lose interest, and move on to the next home. A low, snarling growl creeps into the air, startling your intruders.

“Hey… did you hear that—”

A loud crunch cuts the air, a horrified scream ending into a gurgling cry. You cover your ears and wait for it to end. The silence is deafening when it does, staying in the closet a while longer to calm your beating heart and forget the screams and tearing of meat echoing in your head.

When you finally walk out of your hiding spot, blood litters your ground, splashed onto the walls, dripping from the ceiling; no bodies to be found, but the grumble of your monster is heard from the dark underneath your bed.

It takes a while to scrub the blood all out; sleep doesn’t come easily to you for that night or the rest of them.

It's grown more affectionate, still mean at times, but it’s almost caring—almost possessive. It throws a fit every time you leave the house—leaving more marks, tearing up your things, snarling at you in displeasure.

You don’t quite know what to make of it, nor do you know how to feel about its newly attained humanoid form. Before you could never see it, only faintly feel it, hear it, but now (as a result of it eating those robbers, you believe) you can.

It becomes tangible and intangible at will, forming into the shape of a man, a vastly distorted version of one, to touch you, look into your eyes—something it never got to see before—and discover the weight of its speech.

It only speaks in distorted one-word sentences, snarling out “no,” “mine,” and “stay,” among other things. Its form is not limited to only one; it can shift and change its shadowed appearance into something far more animalistic—far more dangerous and intimidating.

It loves to paw at your flesh, grabbing and pinching at the softness of your stomach and fat of your hips, fascinated with you. It soon grows bolder, more daring, pawing at your breasts and ass, licking and nipping at your skin as you try to read a book or do something as mundane as watching television.

You ignore the warmth seeping into your underwear, shoving it away with an annoyed “Stop it.” It always huffs, displeased but relents and backs off. That is before you turn in for the night.

That night, it rises you out of your sleep—not abruptly but slowly, sensually. Something warm and wet glides between your folds, confusion, and sleep muddling your brain. A breathless gasp escapes you as it swirls its human-like tongue against your clit, head buried between your thighs.

You try to pull away, push it off, and close your legs, but it just growls and spreads you wider, pinning you in place. You shudder from the feeling, unsettled by the arousal already dripping from you as it continues. It mouths at your pussy, slurping and lapping up your juices as you squirm.

Even as you try to fight it, the coiling at the base of your spine, you can’t. A hard suck at your clit is what sends you over, a cry fleeing your lips.

When you come down from your high, it doesn’t stop there. He soon manhandles you into another position—face smushed into your pillow as he lifts your ass in the air. You try to speak, to process, but it comes out in a useless murmur.

You hardly process the feeling of something blunt at the entrance of your leaking pussy. It wastes no time, giving you no warning before spearing you with the head of its cock, sinking down to the hilt with a slight burn of pleasure. You whimper, your walls clenching around it, shame blooming in your chest from how good it feels.

That shame soon wilts into nothing the moment it starts thrusting into you, filling and fucking you on its fat cock. You gasp and moan, cunt drooling around it.

Its humanoid form fluctuates, shadowed tendrils warping around your body, restraining your arms and legs, slamming you harder on its cock as you whine. You feel something rubbing your clit, unable to think as stars pop behind your eyes.

It feels too good for you to stop, too good to even care how it tormented you before this, mind hazy from the pleasure it brings you. You find yourself begging for more, moans getting louder, your eyes rolling back as it hits all the right places.

“Please, please, plea—”

It growls in response, pulling out before shapeshifting its cock into something even bigger, even thicker, and ramming itself back in you. You cum hard, mouth opening in a silent scream.

You fall limp, limbs feeling like jelly, but it doesn’t stop, holding you up with its shadows as it continues to seek its own pleasure, claws digging into your skin. It soon follows after, spilling its seed inside you with a roar, the feeling of its cum filling you nearly enough to send you over the edge once again.

You pant, mind fucked out, not even hearing how it purrs, keeping its cock buried deep inside your cunt.

Somewhere in your mind, you conclude that this is your life now, and it might not be all that bad.

[filthylittlesnack]

𝐀𝐌 𝐈 (𝟐𝟓𝐅) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (𝟐𝟖𝐌)

i know it sounds bad but we got high and he's hot!!

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ plug!ryomen sukuna x f!reader

Genre: porn with a plot Notes: thank u 2 @chososdoll for beta reading for me!! this is part of @ohkento's reddit-inspired collab! (ps this isnt a true form fic i just think he looks SEXY IN THAT PIC HNNNNGN) Warnings: 18+, dubcon, mean dom!sukuna, sub!reader, cheating, hate sex ♡, drug taking, weed smoking, blowbacks/shotgunning, heavy degradation, slight praise, fingering ♡, vaginal sex, sixty-nineing ♡, face sitting, squirting ♡, pussy spanking, noncon filming, coercion, manipulation, daddy!kink, creampie, cervix fucking. Words: 10.6k

“I’ve heard about you.” Yuuji starts, turning his head from looking up at the stars to facing you. Your mind feels cloudy, but you return his stare. He thinks your pearly smile belongs in the sky; a permanent constellation to remind him of this moment. “How come this is my first time meeting you?”

You sigh, reaching over as he hands a lit spliff to you. The bonfire rages in front of you both, the smoke burning your eyes until they fill with water.

At least you have the perfect cover if you burst into tears.

“Things got… hard.” you tell him, not really wanting to elaborate. But golden-brown puppy dog eyes will you to continue. It’s stupid, really, how cliché people become when they smoke. You’re no exception. The intoxication and the setting make you feel as though you’re in an indie movie, longing to share your scars and become closer to the one attractive boy giving you his attention. “My ex, he cheated on me. I was with him for two years so it hurt.” you confess, taking a thick drag before passing it back to him, he tuts as he takes it from you.

“I’m really sorry,” he expresses, holding eye contact while he smokes. The feeling rushes straight to his head and through his blood. He laughs a little as he gets comfortable in his seat. “Sorry… I’m not laughing at you.” he clarifies, laughing again.

You start to laugh too, leaning over to grab the spliff from his hand before he sets the back garden on fire with it. Both of your attention is pulled from each other as you hear a scream from inside. The party is still going on indoors, and the scream soon turns into a girly laugh.

No doubt one of your friends flirting with one of the other guys.

“It’s okay.” you assure him, getting just as comfortable in your own seat as you smoke the remainder of the joint. You wrap yourself in the blanket you brought outside and turn your body slightly to face him. “It was with my best friend, too.” you continue, your deepest wound not seeming so scarring as you allow the high to expose your secrets on your behalf.

“Shit.” he shakes his head.

“I’ve been doing therapy and stuff so I’m better. I just wasn’t in the mood to see people…” you explain, jolting upright a little as you realise you’re oversharing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so deep and make you feel uncomfortable.” you tell him.

“I’m fine, I’m the one who asked.” he chuckles, getting comfier under his own blanket as he turns to look at you.

His warm eyes make you feel relaxed, safe. And you hate it. You hate how much of a cliché you really are becoming and you hate that you can’t help it. This moment feels so much bigger than anything, but deep down, you’re paranoid, because you’re sure it’s the drugs talking.

You’ve heard about Yuuji, too.

You’ve heard about how sweet he is and how he doesn’t have a bad bone in his body. He has a sports scholarship of some kind, and after a quick stalk of his socials you noted how reflected this is in the form of his chiseled body. Could he really be so nice? He seems, perfect.

And apparently he, gives the best head.

“I have a secret.” he tells you, quietly. His voice almost drowned out by the crackling bonfire beside you. You aren’t sure what makes you heat up so quickly. The implication of his words or the way he said them. A lustful look in his eyes as the fire dances wildly beside you both.

“Yeah?” you tell him, cheeks fill with warmth as you try to ignore how fucking hot it is in pursuit of looking cool. And that makes you giggle, for some reason. Yuuji isn’t the one making you flush with heat, it’s the fire, idiot. “T-Tell me.” you encourage him, throwing off your blanket and fanning yourself dramatically.

So much for looking cool.

He grins, almost coyly, as he leans across the arm of his chair. And for some reason, you instinctively mirror him. Is it so secret that you need to be close? He might whisper it to you.

He tilts his head, smirking. His eyes flit from your eyes to your lips a few times. Enough times that you make a note of it. And your heart is fucking racing with each flicker of his gaze. You think you know what’s coming. But you stay still, watching him, waiting for him to make the first move.

“… I really wanna kiss you.” he admits. And if you weren’t hot before, you certainly are now. You try, and likely fail, to keep it cool. A wide grin spreads across your face and you burst into giggles. But your eyes meet his again, and you see a smile just as wide as yours on his face as he observes you.

“Yeah?” you ask, dumbly.

“Yeah.” he nods.

You gulp, shallowly, leaning in closer to him and letting your eyes fall closed. He smirks, again, leaning in until your lips meet. It’s sweet and passionate, until he pulls away. It surprises you a little. Worries you, even. Are you a bad kisser? Maybe you are when you’re high. But worry turns to astonishment as he pulls your chair closer to until the arms of both of your seats touch. He smirks, again, wrapping his arm around your neck as he leans in to kiss you.

And now, you really do hate yourself.

You moan into it.

You aren’t even sure where it came from. Was that really you? He grins, nonetheless, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest as his tongue meets yours in a more than welcome manner. You pull away, a string of spit connecting you both. A kiss infused daze covers your features as you look at him under heavy eyelids, and you pant, deeply.

“I have another secret.” he whispers, stealing another sweet kiss from your raw lips. Gloss smeared over your lip line and a dewiness transferred to his.

“Is it as good as the first?” you tease, giggling as his hand cups your face. You mewl, melting into his touch as his thumb strokes your cheek delicately. Your eyes widen. A look of curiosity replaces the majority of the lust, though you both know it’s still lurking.

“Well,” he starts, his eyes begin to wander. You observe him as his vision roams from the sky to the flames beside you. He takes his time, the anticipation of his words runs rampant through your bloodstream. Until, finally, he blesses you with his gaze once more. “I want to stay with you until the sun comes up. I want you to sit on my lap, with my cock inside you, under our blankets. All night.”

You’d hoped once he told you that your anxiety would have diminished. Though you’re sure with the way his eyes are fixated on your lips, your heart is surely surveying an escape route from your slack-jawed mouth as it pumps hard and violently through you. He doesn’t seem worried that you haven’t said a word, and his gaze doesn’t falter.

“Okay.” you nod.

It excites you. You haven’t been with anyone since your ex. And it might be a bad idea, but it doesn’t stop you. It’s not like you’re rushing into being with someone. It’s been months since things ended with your cheating ex-boyfriend. You stand up, bringing your blanket as you stand over Yuuji, and he holds your hips gently.

He feels under your skirt, smiling when he feels how soaked your panties are but he doesn’t comment. He moves them into the crease of your thigh and encourages you to straddle him.

You do.

Hovering slightly as he pulls down his joggers and his semi springs free. It’s big and pretty, like him. You kiss him as he jerks himself until he’s aching. He’s desperate to bury it inside of your gummy walls, his cock catches against your eager hole with every purposeful stroke.

He throws his head back as you sink down on him, and your hips stutter slightly from the stretch. You’re trying to focus on concealing your bodies with the fuzzy blanket wrapped around you, but your lips fly to his in a bid to silence yourself as he sheaths himself fully.

“Fuck, you’re tight… so wet, too.” he mumbles, hips rolling ever so slightly as he enjoys the feeling of being inside of you raw.

You jolt, panicked, as you hear a knock from the kitchen window. Both of your attention is stolen to see the origin, and you spot a group of partygoers hollering from inside. Two of his friends and one of yours, they all cheer and whoop as they can only assume what’s going on under the blanket.

Yuuji smiles, shaking his head before turning back to capture your lips in another soft kiss. You’re too distracted to notice him flip them off until they disappear.

“Do I remember the night the most perfect woman in the world let me hit her raw after a few minutes of talking under the stars? Yes, baby, I remember the best night of my life, why?” Yuuji asks after you recall that first night you met. “Very cool of you, by the way. I didn’t think you were gonna say yes.”

You giggle, punching his arm softly as you curl into his side in bed. And you sigh, dreamily, thinking about it again. It’s been over a year since that night and you feel just as hazy around him as you did then. You were worried about him thinking of you as a one night stand. Worried that you’d just given in to this stranger for no real reason only to get your feelings hurt again.

But as the sun began to rise and wake you both up in that horrendously uncomfortable chair, he kissed your forehead and held you tightly against his chest. He stroked your hair until you managed to blink the blurriness from your eyes and see his in a new light. The crackle of the orange and white flames had gone from them. Instead, they were honeyed and soft. The kindest eyes you’d ever seen.

“The McDonald’s breakfast in the carpark was better than the sex in the garden, by the way.” you tease him, earning a tickle attack into your sides.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s why you were begging me to fuck you in the backseat afterwards.” he laughs, stopping his assault as you begin to scream. You cuddle into him again, his fingers tracing over the flesh of your upper arm. “It was good though, really good. Should we order hash browns?”

“Yes.” you nod, excitedly.

He sits up and reaches over to his bedside cabinet to grab his phone. He sighs as he checks his notifications. You sigh, too, watching him as he gets out of your warm bed in search of his clothes.

So much for hash browns.

“Yuuji…” you start.

“Don’t start, please, I don’t wanna leave in a bad mood.” he tells you. He smirks when he realises you’re checking out his abs, only focusing on him again as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. “I don’t want to rush moving in just because you feel sorry for me.”

“I’m not rushing you, and I don’t feel sorry for you!” you tell him, shuffling onto your knees and crawling across the bed until you’re kneeling beside the edge of the mattress. “I hate your brother. He’s a creep and he treats you like shit. I have plenty of room here… you can move in here and have your own space and—”

“I know he’s a dick.” he agrees, pulling on his socks and slipping his feet into his sneakers. “But he’s my only family. I’m not just gonna ditch him. Why don’t you move in with me?” he wonders.

“Um… I live in a townhouse instead of an apartment and it’s better, it’s in a better neighbourhood and your brother isn’t here.” you smile, smugly, and it earns a chuckle from him.

“Okay, you’re right about that. Speaking of which though I can’t stay tonight but you can come over if you want. I’ll order those hash browns for you tomorrow when I’m on my to the gym. I’m booked with PT sessions my entire shift.”

“I’m not waking up at 6am to eat hash browns alone, Yuuji.” you roll your eyes.

“You can text me when you wake up and I’ll order them for you. Pleeeeease?” he flutters his eyelashes dramatically before kissing your forehead. “Good girl.”

“I didn’t say yes?” you respond, flabbergasted. “Is Sukuna gonna be there?”

“Well, yeah. He lives there.” Yuuji tells you, earning an eye roll from you. He is in complete agreement on how much his older brother sucks. He understands why you hate him. He’s irritating, he’s crass and seems to have no concept of personal space or privacy. Yuuji doesn’t care for his brother in the least, and he has no doubt the feeling is mutual. There is love there, of course, but only out of necessity. “You don’t seem to mind him when the family discount applies for weed, though. Interesting.” he says with faux suspicion.

“Okay, that is literally the only thing he’s good for.” you remind him. He laughs, agreeing.

He kisses your lips chastely, hurrying to grab his backpack to hurry home to his expectant brother. The only two reasons he ever leaves you in haste are for work, or for Sukuna. Today was meant to be a day you could spend together since you both have the day off.

But of course, Sukuna ruins everything.

YUUJI: FORGOT TO ASK YUUJI: ARE WE SMOKING TONIGHT? YOU: DUH! YUUJI: BETTER BE NICE TO SUKUNA FOR THAT FAMILY DISCOUNT THEN 😉

You stand outside of your boyfriends apartment complex, shivering, waiting for somebody to answer the door. He ordered a taxi for you since he knows you always worry about your car getting broken into when you visit, his own car suffering numerous break-ins in the span of your relationship.

And really, you don’t want somebody to answer the door. You want it to be Yuuji, specifically, the thought of Sukuna answering the door and tormenting you until you get to the safety of Yuuji’s room is entirely too much to handle. Your nerves are already shredded by being here, the thought of having a battle of words with Sukuna will surely tip you over the edge.

“Oh, hey, I didn’t think you’d get here so quickly.” you hear a voice from behind you. You turn around to see Yuuji. Fuck. You see the hallway light flicker on from under the crack of the front door to his apartment and you realise too late that a demon has been summoned. “I went and got cookie ingredients, I thought we could bake some before we smoke later.”

“Sounds fun.” you smile, his sweet idea assuages the tension you feel, albeit briefly, before his elder brother swings open the front door. Yuuji pulls his lips into a thin line when you can barely contain the scoff that scratches through your throat. Sukuna rolls his eyes, moving aside to let you both in. He peaks inside the bag Yuuji is holding before his little brother smacks his hand away. “Do not touch or I will kill you.” Yuuji warns him, carrying the ingredients to the kitchen before putting them away.

You decide to help, hoping it will go quicker if you pitch in and you can escape his brother’s intimidating stare faster. Sukuna approaches, leaning over a counter as he watches you both.

“Nice of you to grace us with your presence, princess. It’s been a while.” Sukuna taunts, but you ignore him. He clacks his fingernails against the countertop, and the sound is jarring. He smirks when you shoot him a pointedly aggravated stare, giving him reason to do it more. “What do we owe the pleasure?”

You sigh, nostrils flaring as you put two bars of chocolate in the fridge.

“We’re just hanging out, gonna bake these cookies and smoke.” Yuuji answers for you. So you smile, falsely, and rest your back against the wall once you’re done. “Oh, speaking of which… family discount?”

“I’m busy now.” Sukuna looks at you and then back at his brother. “Ask me later.” he expresses, red eyes fixed on you for a moment before he turns to leave.

It’s like you can finally breathe again when you hear him go to his room and close the door. You kick yourself away from the wall and into Yuuji’s open arms. He smooths his heavy hand over your hair, hoping you’ll relax a little. He spends some time figuring out what you can do to pass some time, knowing you’ll need a distraction.

“Let’s just bake the cookies.” you speak, words muffled as you talk into his shirt. You pull away as he looks down at you so that you can speak to him clearly. “I just wanna stay in your room all night…”

“Sure, baby, whatever you want.” he nods. “Okay, lets get all of the ingredients out again.”

He takes his time trying to remember where everything is. You, on the other hand, are rushing to gather them all. Sukuna has a way of making your anxiety spike. He’s too… commandeering. He has a way of forcing everyone’s attention to remain solely on him whether you try to ignore him or not.

You’re intimidated by him, he’s more muscular than your boyfriend and he’s a drug dealer for fuck sake.

It brings shame to you when Yuuji has to snap his fingers to get you out of your trance as you think about his brother. You start cutting up the chocolate bars while he puts ingredients in the stand mixer.

And your mind wanders, again. It’s not like you’re scared of Sukuna. Well, you are, terrified would be more apt. But you know he wouldn’t do anything to you. He’d risk losing Yuuji. And as much as they don’t really get along, they’re extremely co-dependent. Especially Sukuna. He likes the presence of his little sibling and has a slight superiority complex due to being older.

The reality is, you think Sukuna would be lost without Yuuji. Lonely, even. And having Yuuji’s steady income is a nice sense of security for him. He makes plenty of money being a dealer, of course, but he knows it’s a fools game. It’s not reliable and it’s risky.

You put the chocolate chunks into the mixer and watch him as he masterfully fills the ingredients into the bowl. Your thoughts calm for a moment as you can do nought but watch the whisk whir.

“You know I wanna move in with you eventually, right?” Yuuji tells you, and it fully breaks you from your train of thought. You look at him, staying silent so that he can feel free to continue speaking. He leans against the counter as the ingredients continue to mix. “I wanna live with you… marry you… all that.”

His talk of marriage makes your cheeks fill with heat, though you’ve gotten better at playing things cool since your first encounter. You just smile, and nod, as you drink in the delicious information.

“I’m just worried about him.” he tilts his head, indicating he is referring to his elder brother. You nod in understanding, though you don’t have much sympathy for your future brother-in-law. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. “We aren’t like you, we don’t have a big family. It’s just us.”

“Well my family isn’t that—” you stop yourself, looking into Yuuji’s disappointed eyes. It’s foolish to pretend you aren’t blessed with an adoring family. You’re your parents only child, though. You can’t imagine what it’s like to have a sibling. And, of course, you’re spoilt rotten. The reality is that if you didn’t come from privilege, you and Yuuji could have been neighbours. But your parents weren’t about to let you live in a dangerous neighbourhood when they can easily afford to subsidise you. “It must be tough, baby. I know you feel guilty for wanting to leave him.” you rub your hand up and down his arm as a show of comfort.

“Yeah…”

“But…” you start, his eyes locking with yours again. “He’s a grown man, Yuuji. You’ve lived the same life and look at you now… You’re nothing like him.”

You’re right. He knows you are, that’s why you’re standing in silence until the timer goes off and he checks the ingredient bowl. It’s sticky. He scoops a little on his finger and dots it on your nose. The kitchen fills with laughter as you try to retaliate. He’s too fast for you, though.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” he tells you as the situation calms. He licks the chocolatey dough from your nose and presses a gentle kiss onto the tip. And dammit you can’t help but smile.

You begin rolling the dough into balls on a tray. The silence has dissipated, but your thoughts still run rampant. Should Sukuna really be Yuuji’s responsibility? No, of course not. But Yuuji won’t see it that way. He’s sensitive and caring. God, he cares so much.

It makes you dizzy as you watch him smile and walk with the cookies to the oven. They smell so great already, you could have eaten them raw. But they’ll be even better when they’re baked to perfection.

You’ve made these cookies so many times now. The pair of you have process committed to memory. They’re so good. Especially with a tall glass of milk. You always tease Yuuji when you do this since he’s always left with a milk moustache after devouring his plate of cookies.

The sound of the timer rings through the kitchen again. You clap excitedly as Yuuji covers his hands with some oven mitts. The chocolatey smell hits you both like a train, the pair of you moaning involuntarily as you inhale it. He brings them over to the countertop, setting them down to cool.

Sukuna smells it, too. He loves it when you bake cookies because he knows neither of you will deny him one. He’s been smoking and playing video games since he retreated to his room. He’s thoroughly stoned and would very much enjoy a sweet treat right about now. He pauses his game, and the sound of his door opening and closing brings back all of the tension to your body.

“Here.” Sukuna speaks as he enters the kitchen. He tosses a baggie onto the counter and looks at his brother expectantly. Yuuji nods, reaching into his pocket for his wallet so he can pay him. Sukuna’s eyes are fixed on you in the meantime. And as you go to grab the weed, he places his hand over it and pulls it back towards himself.

“Thanks, man.” Yuuji smiles, handing the cash to his brother who pockets it without even checking it’s right. Though Sukuna’s stare doesn’t waver, you find yourself looking down at his hand covering the weed and then turning away completely. He internally beams with pride at that, thrilled to know it’s still so easy to intimidate you. But on the outside it’s simply portrayed as a slight curve of the corner of his mouth. “Is something wrong?” Yuuji wonders.

“Yeah, actually,” Sukuna speaks, finding your eyes again before he looks into Yuuji’s. “I want a cookie, call it family tax.”

“Take two.” you tell him, sternly, a new ferocity in your eyes he hasn’t seen before. You walk over to them and place two cookies on a little plate for him. You go to hand it to him, but as he reaches out to grab them you place them down on the counter. “Let them cool.” you smile, sarcastically.

“Aren’t you sweet.” Sukuna snarls, teeth bared as he slides the plate towards himself. “Sweet enough for your turn. Pay up, you know what I want.” he chuckles. He turns his head and taps his finger against his cheek.

“C’mon, dude…” Yuuji tries to interject. You know Yuuji is furious, deep down. But he won’t call him out on it. Last time he did he wouldn’t give either of you any weed for two weeks. It wouldn’t be a problem if you knew anyone else you could buy from. And the shit Sukuna gets is good. Yuuji has given up on trying to be a dominating presence when it comes to living with his brother. Sukuna is always one step ahead and Yuuji can’t quite keep up.

You go to him, reluctantly, and plant a soft kiss to his cheek. It makes your skin crawl. He makes your skin crawl. And despite your sense of urgency to flee the scene, you can’t. His hand grabs your wrist, and Yuuji is ready to spring to action. Sukuna’s face is unbearably close to yours. His red eyes piercing your own as he does all he can to make you feel small and pathetic.

“That’s a good girl.” he sneers, placing the baggie on the top of your hand after releasing your wrist. He chuckles, darkly, as he walks away with his plate of cookies, taking a bite out of one before he disappears. He kicks his bedroom door shut behind himself, the sound of laughter and guns shooting loudly from his TV are the only thing either of you can hear.

“I’ll bring the cookies and clean up.” Yuuji sighs as he ventures to the sink. “Go and get comfy and pick a movie.”

You don’t say anything, leaving your boyfriend to tidy up in silence. You’re seething with rage. This isn’t right. He does this every single time you’re here and you buy a deal from him. And Yuuji just lets him. You know you neither of you have much choice if you want the access and ability to smoke. But it’s getting to you, badly.

Around fifteen minutes pass after you left the kitchen. You’ve since gotten into your sweatpants and comfortable vest. Shorts would have been preferable, since there’s still an uncomfortable sizzle to the November air, but you’ve learnt your lesson about what you wear when you visit the Itadori household. You’ve had Sukuna leer at your thighs more times than you can count. And it’s never subtle, his eyes lingering for a moment too long to have it potentially be an accident. It’s always so lecherous and purposeful.

You decide to watch Clueless, again. You’re sure Yuuji will be defeated when he sees your choice, he’s lost count of how many times you’ve watched it recently. It’s been a comfort movie to you, for some reason, since Halloween.

“Hey.” Yuuji smiles as he enters the room, somehow managing to carry two glasses of milk and two plates of cookies. “What are we watching?” he asks, looking at the TV. You rush to grab a plate and a glass from his hands to ease his load, putting them on your bedside cabinet as he does the same with his own.

“Clueless.” you smile, happily. “Her step-brother has been hitting really different for me, lately.”

He closes his eyes and stifles a sigh. You can see a laugh desperate to break free as his mouth shakes through a smile. But to his credit, he manages to compose himself, eyes opening again once the reality has set in. Clueless. Again!

“Sounds great baby.”

It’s been a week since you last got to spent time with Yuuji. Your work schedules have been clashing, it feels like a lifetime since you got to spend any time together.

You enjoyed your hash browns in bed after he ordered them for you when you stayed over at his place. Though he ended up ordering Sukuna breakfast, too, leading to uncomfortable extended time with him that you prefer to avoid at all costs. He tried to make conversation with you, he often does, but you took it upon yourself to go back to bed with your hash browns. You tried to enjoy them. You tried to relax. But it’s near impossible when you’re under the same roof as someone you loathe. You watched a Youtube video on your phone while you ate, and then quickly got ready and booked a taxi home.

You’d hoped next time you got to see your boyfriend it would be at your house and away from Sukuna. But, alas, that was not the case. You received a text from him at 10am asking you to come over ASAP.

YOU: is something wrong??

YUUJI: no

YUUJI: just stressed

YUUJI: pls can u come? I’m working tomorrow so I cant stay over ☹️

YOU: okay ☹️ omw 💖

You’ve never had a text like this from him before, and it scared you. Something was telling you that he was downplaying how he was feeling. It took you barely any time to get ready. Forgoing makeup and making an effort in favour of rushing to your boyfriend’s side. Maybe something had happened at work.

Maybe he cheated on you.

He could be dying!

“Shut up…” you whisper to yourself as you pack your toothbrush into its travel case and throw it into your overnight bag. You pick up your car keys, not wanting to waste time waiting for a taxi.

You throw your bag on the passenger seat and speedily drive off. Your anxiety and the adrenaline was getting to you, you knew you’d have to calm down or you’d end up getting into an accident. As you focused on getting to your destination in one piece, you took several deep, slow breaths.

You’re safe.

You park up your car and lock it up. With your bag in tow, you rush to your boyfriend’s apartment. Your left foot taps impatiently after you knock on the door.

No answer.

You knock a little louder.

No answer.

And then you find yourself knocking louder, repeatedly, while you wait for your boyfriend to answer the door. He knew you were coming. He said it was urgent. So why are you waiting here, freezing, for him to answer the door? You’re filled with relief when you see his figure obscuring the light trickling through the cracks of the door. Your teeth chatter, and you begin stepping from foot to foot in a bid to warm through.

But your blood runs cold as the wrong Itadori opens the door.

“Heh. What do you want?” he asks, a cocky grin permeating his features.

“Move.” you demand, barging past him with your bag so that you can hurry to Yuuji’s side. Maybe something is wrong. He could be sick and resting in bed.

“He’s not here.” Sukuna informs you, halting you in your tracks. You turn to face him, a scowl that could kill adorning your face. Did he do something to him? All fear you’ve ever felt from him dies as you approach him, setting down your bag so that you can hit or punch or scratch him if needs be. “Relax.” he tells you.

“Where is he?”

“At work. I thought you had your entire relationship on a Google calendar, you didn’t know?” he laughs, angling his body so that he can bypass you in the skinny hallway. You huff a little, picking up your bag again so that you can follow him.

“But he asked me to come over, he said it was urgent.” you explain, though he doesn’t stop walking. You hurry after him, grabbing his arm until he stops. And he does, his eyes slowly dart down to where your hand holds onto his bicep until you awkwardly let go. “S-Sorry. I’m just confused. Why would he text me if he’s not even here?”

“Sweetheart, I’m not his PA. I don’t fucking know.” he turns away from you again, opening his bedroom door. You huff, again, utterly defeated as you try and decide what to do. You look towards his bedroom door and then to the entrance. You suppose you could go home until he finishes work. Or you could go to the gym he works at and find out what’s happening. You head towards the front door, thinking you’ll decide once you start driving. Sukuna hasn’t fully retreated into his room yet, leaning against his door frame as he calls out to you. “I’m making a bucket, want one?”

Your eyebrows knot as you turn to face him, another involuntary scoff turning to laughter as you look at him in disbelief. He’s got some nerve. You don’t even want to respond, opting to carry on your journey towards the entrance before you look at him again.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? I don’t want to smoke with you.” you roll your eyes.

“Awe, why not, princess? I won’t even add any tax.” he smirks, already heading towards the kitchen as if you’ve given him the answer he clearly wants to hear. And you hate him with your whole heart, because fuck, if you aren’t intrigued. It’s been a while since you’ve had a gravity bong. “Excellent choice, good girl.” he winks as he sees you out of the corner of his eye, as he grabs an empty one litre water bottle from beneath the sink.

You don’t say anything, leaning over the island counter as he prepares the bong for you both. It’s embarrassing, after some time, that you find yourself having to avert your gaze as realise you’ve been staring at his defined back muscles. He’d decided to forgo any form of clothing to cover his torso, only wearing a low riding pair of grey sweatpants, though they’re a darker grey than yours.

It isn’t much better as he whistles, tilting his head for you to join him by the sink. You’d close your eyes if it didn’t make you look like a complete freak, only to hide them from his flexing abs and his juicy pecs. The tattoos aren’t helping, either. It only serves as a reminder that you’re hopelessly trying not to ogle your boyfriends, older, larger, and scarier brother. He’s behaving interestingly, though. He’s never been like this before. He’s dismissive and almost uninterested in you.

“C’mere.” he orders you, dragging you closer to him as he lights the weed in the bowl. You gulp, a little intimidated. Gravity bongs are something you don’t partake in often, you can’t even remember the last time you did one. He moves his finger from the hole he’d poked into the bottle and the water begins to drain from it. Smoke fills the bottle in it’s wake, and when empty, he screws the lid off for you. “Quickly.”

You begin to inhale everything. Not caring how fucked up you feel in the least. You show no signs of stopping, and it impresses him. Your fingers hook around the kitchen counter as you finish, knowing when your bones feel like jelly that you’ve had too much.

“Atta girl,” he comments before repeating the process for himself. He pays you no mind as you wander towards the corner counter space, lifting yourself up like you’re the queen of the kitchen taking her throne.

He continues to ignore your presence as he smokes, inhaling and entirely draining the smoke that had filled the bottle. He tosses it into the sink, walking by you to grab a bag of ice from the freezer, filling two glasses to the brim with the frozen cubes. He fills them with water, sliding one to you.

“Drink.” he commands, and you do, not realising how thirsty you’d become. Your throat burning and eyes flooded with red veins. You drink the water and immediately need to refill. He shows you a kindness, though, handing you his glass to drink before filling your own again. “You’re a real lightweight, huh?”

“Oh shut up. I’m just gonna go.” you tell him, jumping down from the counter and going to collect your bag again.

“You can’t, you’re high.” he reminds you, and in your stoned state the sentence makes you burst into laughter. “You’ll end up crashing your car. Fool.” he gives you another glass of water, refilling his own for a second time before turning to leave the kitchen.

“Great, so I’m stuck here with you and nothing to do?” you pout, opening the fridge to see if there’s anything to eat. “Why did we not make cookies?” you mumble to yourself.

“I have snacks in my room.” Sukuna looks over his shoulder at you, like a snake offering an apple in the garden of Eden. You’re tempted. God, you’re tempted. What else are you going to do until Yuuji gets home? He grins, widely, as he hears your feet follow after him as he walks into his bedroom.

You’ve never been in here before. It’s quite tidy, all things considered. It’s very tidy, actually. You’d expected it to be some dimly lit shit hole. It smells nice, save for the weed, the windows are open wide and the sheets smell fresh as you sit on his bed.

He throws a sleeve of Oreos at you and you turn into a giddy child. The two of you kick off your shoes, not caring for where they land as you both get comfortable on his bed. You’re above the duvet, sitting adjacent to him but angled away with your legs crossed. He gets under the covers, though, picking up his Xbox controller as he mindlessly plays GTA V.

You spend far too much time licking the cream of your first Oreo, utterly entranced by the characters, the plot and the violence of the game he’s playing. He doesn’t seem to mind when you ask him a million questions about it, either. He’s more amused that you’re so clueless.

“Here,” he tosses the controller at you. “Go for a drive, it’s fun when you’re stoned.” he tells you.

You’ve played video games before, you aren’t a total idiot. Though he had expected you to ask for more help when he gave you the controller. He thinks it’s cute that you try to obey the speed limits and stop at every red light.

He reaches into his bedside cabinet, pulling out a joint. It’s ignited quickly, his eyes squinting as he inhales and watches the screen to make sure you’re not getting him into trouble on his game.

“You’re not bad when you’re high.” you tell him, passing the controller back to him. He takes it from you, saving his progress before reaching out to smoke again. He sits upright, and you barely react when he pulls you away from where you were sitting until you're facing him. “U-Um…”

He’s giving you a look. That look. The look Yuuji gave you when he told you he had a secret. God, they could be fucking twins if Sukuna wasn’t covered in tattoos, it’s scary. But he doesn’t say he has a secret; he doesn’t say a word. He simply watches you with a pondering stare, but an aim behind his eyes nonetheless.

Your own eyes shift when you see him bring the spliff from his ashtray to his lips. The cherry end of it igniting holds your focus before your eyes are on his again, enraptured by the moment and what he’s thinking. He sucks the smoke deep down into his lungs, and you can’t help but watch the way his chest moves from his heavy breath.

You gasp, softly, as he snatches your stare once again. His thumb and forefinger grasp your chin and tug downwards until your jaw is lowered. His face is barely a centimetre from yours, you know he’s going to kiss you. But why are you about to let him? His lips ghost yours, and you’re taken aback as you feel a plume of smoke invade your mouth. He’s impressed when you breathe it in, though, but smirks wildly as you begin to cough it up.

“You taste like cookies and cream.” he whispers into your ear, the sensation of his words rushes straight to your heat. But your sense comes back, pushing him away from you as you look sternly into his eyes.

“I didn’t say you could do that.” you remind him, preparing to move back to where you were sitting prior. But he stops you, easily, pushing your body down until your head is in his lap but over the duvet cover. “Sukuna…” you sigh, your head and your limbs feel too heavy to move on their own anymore.

“Mm?”

“I’m wi- I’m with Yuuji… I’m with your brother.” you remind him, you move your head a little so that you can look up at him. He doesn’t look at you, though, still focused on his game. You can hear dialogue again, and guns, you’re not as exciting in comparison to that, you suppose.

“I know.” he speaks, his jawline bulging as he swallows and clenches his teeth slightly. “Don’t tell me you thought I was gonna kiss you. Silly girl.” he speaks, still not bothering to grant you with the eye contact you’re so desperately craving for some reason.

But your body betrays you as a whimper escapes from your throat. And that does get his attention. His game pauses, and he looks down at you. But you hide your face, scrunching your eyes shut so he can’t read your expression. But your shy little display tells him all he needs to know.

“Oh? You minx,” he torments you further, and you want to scream. You can’t hide your face anymore, your cheeks becoming too warm and your entire body sizzling with heat. You’re panting, uncomfortably as you try and cool down. “You wanted me to kiss you. You’re with Yuuji, remember?”

“I didn’t! I- I- would never. I love Yuuji, I’m in love with him! I’d never kiss you. Yuck.” you fib, if you weren’t high, you know you’d never be in this predicament. You know you’d never have agreed to hang out with him. But really, it’s a lie. You weren’t high when he asked if you wanted to do buckets. He intrigued you, and you’re a fool, because you fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.

“Hm…” he hums, his spliff resting between his lips as his eyes linger on your cleavage before roaming down your body to your sweatpants. He places the blunt back in the ashtray, his eyes setting their sights on your hands. He moves one with ease above your head, though you instinctively pull it back. But it’s too late, the other one joins, a singular hand of his pin both of your wrists down above your head. You wriggle against him, but you don’t pose a challenge in the least.

“S-Sukuna?” you question as his fingers breach the waistline of your sweatpants. A sadistic smirk sprawls across his face as he realises in your haste to be here you’d not bothered putting on panties. You mewl, desperately, as his fingers find your petalled flesh. He doesn’t do much, simply feeling your slick and teasing your folds as he examines your facial expressions.

“You didn’t want me to kiss you?” he asks again. He drags two fingers up your slippery slit until he finds your clit, rubbing targeted circles around it slowly. The tension makes your hips buck, but his face is stern as he watches you keen for him. “Then why is this cunt soaked?”

His words almost bring you to tears, and he can tell. The way they fill with water so rapidly and your face becomes sweaty. You’re ashamed. You’re embarrassed. He’s humiliating you, but you’re too turned on to tell him to stop. You don’t want him to stop.

“I hate you!” you tell him, and there is certainly venom behind it. Because you mean it, you really fucking mean it. He’s the absolute worst. You’re so in love with Yuuji, but he’s ruined everything, now. You should have known this would happen. He’s been flirting and teasing and bothering you throughout your entire relationship with Yuuji. But you never thought it would come to this, ever. Especially after what you’ve been through, you’d never want to inflict that same agonising betrayal onto Yuuji.

“I know. You think I’m so beneath you, yeah?” he grins, and your mouth falls open in surprise, though his circling touch doesn’t stop. “I’m a drug dealer, I’m a bastard, I’m a piece of shit. But, sweetheart, me ‘n Yuuji didn’t grow up with daddy’s bank account like you. But look at you, princess. You hate me and you’re still letting me play with your sloppy cunt.”

“Fuck you.”

“You can, I know you want that. You’re drenched. My fuckin’ fingers are pruning.” he laughs, you want nothing more than to cover your face in shame, but you can’t while Sukuna’s heavy hand trap your wrists. “Awe, you’re cute when you’re embarrassed. Much cuter than when you’re trying to be tough f’me.” his rubbing halts, though the sense of abandonment is short lived as he plunges two thick fingers into you tight hole, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit again.

“O-Oh, fuck, hnng—” you groan, eyes meeting his as he pleasures you. And he drinks in the sight. Your tongue lolled from your mouth as you accommodate his touch, the pads of his fingers batter your g-spot again and again until your back arches. “Sukuna, s-stop, we can’t.” you warn him.

He smirks, ignoring you, opting to do the opposite. He increases the pace in which his fingers torment you, his cock leaks when he sees a few tears spill from your eyes. He’s that good, huh? Maybe his little brother isn’t as talented.

“You’re fucking tight. You’re gonna cum, aren’tcha?” he taunts you, you attempt to clamp your thighs around his hand, but it only spurs him on more. His fingers sink deeper. Your mind and rationale become lost to him. “You’re gonna cum for a bastard like me? Your boyfriends brother, too. Gonna cum in your pants like a virgin just for me? Pathetic little girl.”

“Oh FUCK, GOD!” you cry out, thighs trembling around his hand as you orgasm. Your chest heaves, and he doesn’t fail to notice how your nipples have began to poke through your vest. “C-Christ, okay, lets just forget—”

“I’m not done with you.” he speaks, it cuts through you as he lets your hands go. You massage them quickly, before he pushes his full weight on top of you as you lie flat against the mattress atop the sheets. He holds your jaw, roughly, and kisses you.

He humps his clothed, hard cock against your soaked sweatpants, your slick dampening them with each roll of his hips. He breathes heavily as you kiss. An exchange of saliva and clashing teeth as you moan and break away before licking at each other’s tongues again and again.

You shudder when you feel him put his hands down your pants again, collecting the dewiness at the apex of your thighs before forcing it onto your tongue. And you suck, gratefully, replacing the loss of his lips with his monstrously thick fingers. You can hardly believe he fingered you so easily.

Your lips wrap around his digits beautifully. He moans as he watches your little hands in comparison to his own hold it in place so you can bob your head up and down the length, your tongue licks and laves until there isn’t a trace of your dewiness left.

So he kisses you, again, tongues tangling as he dry fucks his cock into your clothed core. His hands roam and pinch and squeeze every inch of your body that he can grab. He yanks your sweatpants down, tossing them aside with little care to where they might land. And he surprises you, again, when he manoeuvres you seamlessly so that you’re straddling him.

He thinks it’s cute as you look around, unsure of how you got into this position. But he brings you back to him when he humps up into you so that you fall forwards. You kiss him again, but he breaks it to speak.

“Let me taste you, baby. Sit on my face.” he tells you. You’re nervous, but you move yourself so that you’re hovering above him. He pushes a finger into your hole and you throw your head back in satisfaction. “I said sit. I wanna know what a slutty princess cunt tastes like, so fucking sit.” he orders, his arms hooking around your thighs and forcing you down until you smother him with your heat.

“FUCK,” you moan, loudly, as his nose nudges against your throbbing clit. You aren’t sure what to do with so much freedom to move. The way he slurps and feasts on your dripping flesh sends wave after wave of embarrassment through you. And he’s loud he’s so fucking noisy as he moans into your heat and drinks every drop that your heavenly cunt has to offer. “J-Jesus… ah—!” you yelp, feeling his palm come down hard to strike your behind.

You begin to roll your hips, rubbing your pussy up and down over his face and stimulating your clit with his nose. He reaches under your vest, tweaking your nipple as you hump his face. He spanks you again, quickly, as you stop moving. You’re too gone, completely lost in the moment as you use him for your pleasure. You’d never have expected this from him.

He relinquishes your nipple to free his cock from it’s material prison. You heard the sticky sound of it ring through the room as he jerks himself off. His moaning becomes louder. The divine taste of your cunt and the ability to stroke himself goes straight to his head. You’re gone, you’re fucking gone. But he’s right behind you. The way you’re smothering him makes him lightheaded, but he’s not letting you go until he’s ready.

You see the pink silhouette of his cock as you look over your shoulder, but you’re desperate to get a better view. He groans, so loudly that you think he might have came, as you tug on his pink hair. Using it to your advantage as you ride his face into your next toe-curling orgasm. And at that, you do collapse. Practically singing his name as you cum in his mouth, only when you’ve reached your high does he let up on you.

He admires the view of your tits as you back up to look down at him, throwing your vest over your head as carelessly as he’s discarded your pants. His face is shimmering with your juices, and you feel another searing tidal wave of embarrassment as the reality sets in that you’ve done this to him. And you’re still cheating on your boyfriend. But you’re past the point of no return, you think. Yuuji is barely on your mind, all of your attention is on his brother, now.

And he’s still not through with you yet.

“Do you need some cock?” he asks.

“Y-Yes.” you nod, pathetically.

“Look at it, then. Look at my cock and beg for it.” he tells you.

You adjust your position so that you’re hovering above his face again but facing his cock perfectly. It’s beautiful, you think. More defined than Yuuji’s but around the same size and width. His cockhead is more prominent and the veins are unmissable. You’d have begged without even being asked if you’d gotten the chance to see it earlier.

“Go on,” he starts. You feel his hands between your shoulder blades and he pushes you down roughly. “Beg for my cock, whore.”

“Please, please Sukuna. I need you to fuck me.” you start, completely reduced to tears as you look at it as your mouth waters. You hold him with both hands, and you’re still unable to hold the entire length of it. “Wanna cum on you. W-Want you to b-bruise my cervix. Need to feel you inside, please, please please.” you’re practically sobbing as you continue.

“Kiss it.” he demands. “Worship my cock, and I’ll decide if your slutty cunt is worthy.” he tells you. Your eyes widen, but you kiss his tip without question. It’s so sweet and affectionate despite how sordid and lewd it is. But you can’t help it. It’s worthy of worship. You’re sure it’ll hurt, but you’ll take it. You don’t mind in the least.

You lick your tongue across his slit, poking your tongue into it slightly and relishing in how he hisses from the sensation. He buries his face in your cunt again, moaning into your soaking folds as you please him.

His length is freed from one of your hands, making the decision to cup his balls as your kiss down his shaft towards his pubis. His head is thrown back as you make contact with his balls, the grunt he releases is ethereal, you’d never have known such beautiful sounds could from him.

You scream, slightly, as he spanks your ass. It encourages you to take him down your throat and ignore your gag reflex and you bob and suck and run your tongue along each vein it can detect. He can barely focus on eating you out, too bewildered with your near pornographic performance.

“Such a good little cocksucker. No wonder Yuuji likes you.” he spanks you again. “Think he’d still like you if I told him I’ve been balls deep down your throat, slut? I’m not so sure. But I like you, a lot more now.”

“S-Shut up.” you tell him, defiantly. You silence him as you lower your pussy to his lips again, distracting him momentarily with your sweet taste.

You feel his cock flexing in your hand, like he’s ready to blow his load right down your willing throat. Even though you don’t want him to cum like this, you wouldn’t mind. You’ll swallow every last drop for him.

He stops you, though, shoving you away from him so that he doesn’t cum prematurely.

“Hands and knees, now.” he speaks coldly. He admires your face quickly before you get into the position he wants you in. It’s glistening with sweat, tears, spit, and his precum. “Good fucking girl.” he spanks you as you arch your back and wait patiently for him. Your legs spread apart and your cunt pulses in anticipation for him to slot himself inside.

He doesn’t though, not right away. Instead, he leans over to his beside table and pulls his phone off charge. He kneels behind you as he pulls up the camera app and swiping to video mode. His sweatpants are shoved down his thighs and rest at his knees. He takes a few photos of your glittering, pulsating cunt, spreading it open as his fingers dig into one of your ass cheeks.

“Pretty fuckin’ princess pussy…” he moans, and you mirror him, following it with a giggle. You feel a sense of pride at his praise, arching your back deeper. “Ohhh there she is, good girl, good little slut.”

He drags his cockhead through your shimmering folds, gasping each time it catches against your hole.

“P-Please fuck me, daddy, n-eed it.” you whine, earning another hard slap against your ass. He’s happy, of course. He didn’t expect you to be such a slut, he’d never have expected you to utter such a filthy title for him of all people. He’s certainly never heard you refer to Yuuji as daddy whenever he hears you fucking through the thin walls.

“You’ve got good manners, for a whore.” he speaks, your hole flutters with each word, but he sees how hard you clench as he degrades you. A new understanding of what your body likes. He’d only been doing it for his benefit, but now, he knows you like it too. “Do you like being a whore for daddy, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you pant, “Love bein’ a whore for you, daddy…”

“Cute. I’ll give you my cock, then.” he pushes the tip in before pulling out completely again, chuckling at how whiny you are from the loss. “But you know, princess, good whores like to be cummed in. You’ll let me, won’t you?”

“Please… please cum inside. W-Want you to fill me up!” you tell him, and it’s enough. It’s more than enough to have him bullying his cock into your desperate cunt. You moan, boisterously from the stretch. You’re sure their neighbours won’t be happy if they’re home, the whole complex probably heard you. But you don’t care, and neither does he.

He’s glad that you said he could cum inside.

It’s not like you had a choice, though.

“Do you still want me to bruise your cervix?” he asks, angling the phone in his hand to capture how fucking deep he is inside of you. Your ass pressed flush against him as you swallow his cock hungrily. You nod, dumbly, yelping again when you feel a stinging slap against your cushioned ass. “Words.”

“Want you to br-uuise my c-cervix, daddy.” you wince.

“You’re such a good fuck toy, aren’t you?” he laughs.

He begins to pound into you, his brute strength and weight behind every aggressive pummel of his hips. It hurts, God, it fucking hurts as his tip nudges against your cervix. But you don’t care, you’re sure you will when you’re sober and your logical train of thought returns.

But now, in this moment, you truly are Sukuna’s fuck toy.

And it feels fucking sublime.

He captures on film the way that you moan and gasp and plead for something you aren’t even aware of. The way your hands grip into his pristine white sheets. But is favourite part is watching how your pussy stretches open as you swallow his coke can cock. And the way your ass ripples with each pulverizing thrust into you.

“F-Fuck,” he moans, “You’re fucking suffocating me.” he speaks, barely able to contain himself as he feels heady with lust. He doesn’t stop, though, he doesn’t care if you cum anymore. He’ll finger you again to finish you off if needs be, but for now, he needs to be selfish. Thoughts of filling you up and flooding your unprotected womb make him feral.

“Sukuna! S-Stop!” you warn him.

“Huh?” he responds, showing no intention of stopping or slowing as he rams his cock into you repeatedly. The only thing on his mind is finishing, he couldn’t care less about your change of heart or guilty conscience.

“F-Feels funny, I- I can’t! Hnnng—!” you finish, cunt squirting and gushing like a fountain all over him. “Oh my god…” you pant, burying your face in the pillows as you hide your shame from him.

“Holy fuck,” he responds, thrilled that he’d captured the moment on film. You show no signs of stopping either. You squirt as much as a backed-up teenager getting his first handjob. He spanks your pussy and rubs his hand all over it, making a complete mess of the two of you and the sheets below. “Dirty little squirter, hah? Fuck, you’re like a pornstar.” he tells you, chuckling again.

You don’t dare show your face, but you mewl into the pillows as you ride out the rest of your high as he shoves his cock back into you.

“Do it again, on my cock.” he demands.

“C-Can’t, can’t cum anymore.” you tell him, utterly spent and defeated as you allow him to use your body for his own benefit.

“Brat. You’ll cum on daddy’s cock and be grateful that I’ve been so good to you.” he explains. And true to his word, he manages to build it up in you again, somehow, as he continuously batters his length into your g-spot until your vision turns white.

He’s not doing much better, either, still enraptured by the sight of your dripping wet pussy and soiled sheets. It’s something he needs to see again, a sight he will treasure ‘til the day he fucking dies.

“Cum, slut. Make a fucking mess.” he speaks through gritted teeth.

“Mmmnf, hah, aaaah—!” you moan, granting his wish. The sight helps him topple over into his own bliss. His cum flooding your ruined walls, he fucks it further into you, but pulls out eventually to see his sperm dripping from your filthy cunt.

“Are you embarrassed, brat? You sprayed yourself again.” he snickers, spreading your pussy open with two fingers to see the mixture of his cum and your release spill from your twitching hole. “Has Yuuji ever made you do that? No… I’m sure he doesn’t know you’re this much of a dirty whore. But I do, I know now.”

The mere mention of the man you’ve betrayed has you bursting into tears. The sex was mind-blowing, yes, but at what cost? You’ve been begging him to move in. Hell, he was talking about marrying you. But you can’t have that with him, now, not after this.

You sobered up a little after a shower, making sure to keep the door locked as you washed yourself of your indiscretion. You even waited in there until you dried off to get changed, not wanting to risk Sukuna seeing you naked again. The damage is done, of course, but you at least want to be able to proudly say it was a mistake that will never happen again.

Maybe Yuuji will forgive you.

There’s no way you can keep it from him. Not after what you went through. It’ll break his heart, of course it will. But you can’t hide it, it’ll just get worse over time when it eventually comes out, because it will. Whether you tell him or Sukuna does through a weed induced stupor, the truth will come out.

You’ve been checking the time on your phone repeatedly to see if Yuuji has finished work yet. Eager and filled with fear and anxiety so that you can tell him, honestly, what happened. He’s going to hate you. There’s no way he won’t hate you after this. But you owe it to him and you owe it to yourself to be truthful.

You tense up as you hear a knock at the door. Yuuji wouldn’t knock, so you know who it is.

“Go away.” you warn him, but it doesn’t deter him.

“Aw, don’t talk to daddy like that.” he smiles, a shit eating grin that you want to smash against concrete.

“You’ve ruined my life, get out of here.” you tell him, crossing your legs as you check the time on your phone again. You sigh, throwing it further down the bed so that it’s out of reach. You’d missed how he shrugged his shoulders with a laugh as he turned to leave. But you stop him. “Don’t tell Yuuji, please. I want to be the one to tell him.”

“Tell him… what?”

You look at him, bewildered, unable to process if he’s being serious or not.

“That we fucked.” you remind him, deciding you aren’t about to spend all day trying to decipher his tone. “I need to be the one to tell him, so don’t say anything.”

“Oh, tell him that?” he questions, laughing again as he realises he knows something you don’t know.

“It’s not fucking funny, Sukuna!”

“Yeah, it is, you’re a little slow on the uptake.” he laughs some more, sitting on the edge of the bed. His ruby red eyes piercing into yours intimidatingly despite the smile on his face. “You don’t need to tell Yuuji anything.”

“Yeah, I d—”

“Yuuji knows.” he laughs, louder, almost bursting into hysterics as he sees the astonished look on your face.

“W-What?” you sigh, looking around the room in horror.

“Yeah… I mean, c’mon.” he smirks. “Why else would he text you to come over, when he wasn’t even home?”

© 2023 rinitxshi

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How Different Monster Husbands Eat You Out

Warnings: Oral sex

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Vampire husband that loves playing with your clit. He has supernatural speed and definitely uses it to his advantage. He loves to bury his face between your thighs and make you cum just from licking your clit, your needing hole clenching around nothing. He can move so fast that his tongue practically becomes a vibrator.

Werewolf husband is a messy eater. His tongue is long, and he loves fucking you with it. He also loves giving sloppy licks up your entire slit. By the time he’s done, your pussy is a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

Demon husband loves it when you ride his face, holding onto his horns. He keeps his claws wrapped around your hips to pull you down harder anytime you try and lift up for some relief. He loves using the tip of his tongue to tease your cervix.

Orc husband is another sloppy eater. He is rough in the most delicious way. His tusks dig into your skin as he slurps, licks, and sucks on your swollen clit. You are already soaked, but that doesn’t stop him from lifting his head to spit on your pussy, making you even messier.

Dragon husband that loves fucking your dripping hole with his tongue. He’s so big that even just his tongue stretches you out. He will spend hours teasing you but not letting you cum, getting you so worked up to ensure that you squirt on his thick tongue. 

Minotaur husband that eats you out like he is worshipping your pussy. He enjoys taking his time and gives you long and loving licks. He practically makes out with your pussy as he works you up over and over again. He also gives your pussy a light kiss and says “good girl” each time you cum.

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Demon Priest knows you hate to beg, and he’d never be one to make you do so. No, not his blessing. His gift. His everything. He lives to serve you. Whatever you ask for he will acquire without hesitation. But that doesn’t mean he can’t make you admit how badly you need him in other ways.

He bends you over the alter, the church empty. But Demon Priest would worship you in front of the masses if only you’d let him. He rubs his cock along your dripping slit, mixing his precum with your slick. Your pussy throbs, senses tingling. He’s so close to where you need him most.

“Put in—hmm— put it in,” you moan, hips wiggling against his. His cock catches onto your entrance and you suck in a harsh breath. He chuckles lowly in your ear.

“Oh, you want something? Tell me what you want, precious dove,” he rasps, his voice sending sparks that go straight to your core. A long whine leaves you.

“You know what.”

“But I wanna hear you say it, my love. What would you like me to stuff inside you,” he starts, his voice turning into a rough growls as his claws dig into your hips.

A high pitched mewl tears from your throat and echos off the empty church walls. No one but him and God there to witness such a blessed sound.

“Your cock!” You shout in desperation, pussy clenching around the bit of his tip pressed against you.

“How bad you want it?” He asks darkly as he starts to push in.

You let out a long moan, pushing back to help suck in his cock but his claws keep you in your place. You’re stuck going at his pace and he goes as slow as he seems bearable. The warmth of your slick walls proving relief for the stinging pain in his feet.

“S-sooo bad,” you whine, feeling the way your body slowly stretches around his girth, accommodating such a dizzying size. Every vein brushes along your depths and your body pulses with need.

Demon Priest huffs out a growl with every breath as your tightness nearly suffocates him. He leans over you, his frame swallowing your plump body, surrounding you with him and only him. His hot breath fans your ear and you clench around him, only serving to make him snarl at you.

“Now what would you like? You know I live to serve my God,” he says, voice sounding more demonic by the second.

“M-move.”

“Move?” He asks, his voice almost playful as he starts pulling out of you. You immediately whine in protest, core clenching around him to keep him trapped inside. Demon Priest lightly scrapes along your belly to restrain himself, his jaw clenching.

“Fuck me, please!” You cry out and Demon Priest roars, slamming his cock inside you at full force.

A massive claw reaches and brings your head down onto the alter. Keeping you positioned perfectly for him as Demon Priest brutally fucks up into your sopping cunt. From your place on your alter you can only just see his true demonic form and your pussy ripples along his length, making his thrusts grow even rougher as he splits you open on his cock.

“As you so command, little dove,” he says deeply through broken moans.

His eyes flash and you know you’ve unleashed something within him that you can’t contain. At least not until he’s forced a few dozen orgasms out of your ruined pussy.

But it’s alright. There isn’t another service until next Sunday. And Demon Priest is going to take advantage of every second he has alone with you inside this holy sanctum, and yours.

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Could you write something involving syntribation or bed humping? Love your writing ❤️

very much inspired by this art

"p-please f-fuck baby please," your pathetic mess of a Demon boyfriend whines. You glance up from your book at him, his eyes are shiny his forked tongue hanging out of his mouth. He's got a pillow stuffed between his legs his leaking cock poking out over the top as he grinds his hips back and forth. you sigh and snap the book shut before standing up to go to him on the bed.

"I suppose you have been such a good boy for me," you purr before kissing him lightly, feeling pure infernal magic pass through you as your lips touch, one of the advantages to having a demon lover was the pacts you could forge with them, how easy it was to bind a silly little incubus and make it so he couldn't ejaculate without your explicit permission, you'd had him cumming dry for hours now as his cock got more and more strained, filled with that hot sulfurous cum waiting to burst but he couldn't, he physically couldn't until you let him, simultaneously overstimulated and edged at the same time, it was beautiful.

"Please let me release," he whimpered softly against your mouth.

"how about we make a deal instead?" you offer and he grins lopsidedly.

"You know I love making deals with you,"

"Why don't you put that pretty mouth to good use and make me cum, then I give you permission to cum properly," you purr.

"Gladly," he agrees then he pounces on you, flipping you over and pinning you down to the be, raking his clawed hands down your body and spreading your thighs apart, his tail flicking back and forth happily as he licks up your thighs, to the apex of your legs.

He hooks his arms under your legs and grabs your hips pulling you flush to his face as he lavishes you with his tongue. He moans loudly against your skin and grinds his hips down against the bed, working himself towards another release.

You reach between your legs and grip his horns with both hands, using them like handlebars to get leverage and buck your hips against his mouth. you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure feeling his tongue lash against your sex. He whined and mumbled a protest with his mouth still full of you, even though you were unable to understand his words you knew what you wanted and opened your eyes again looking down at his face, meeting his gaze as he eats you out, looking down at his pretty yellow eyes as you cum on his face. he eagerly licks up the mess you made, whimpering in pleasure as his own orgasm rocks through him, a sticky pool of cum soaking into the sheets and staining his stomach. still, he didn't stop licking you clean until you pushed him away.

"t-thank you," he says shakily. you lean down and kiss his forehead.

"so pretty when you cum, how about you do it again for me yeah?" you purr

"Baby you're going to kill me at this rate," he protests, you just smile and he huffs "fine one more"