#Aphrodisiac event

[theimaginativelyreticent]

APHRODISIAC EVENT Part I • Lost in a Lustful Elixir •

William Rex - Chap 1 || Chap 2 || Bitter End || Premium End || Epilogue

Liam Evans - Chap 1 || Chap 2 || Bitter End || Premium End || Epilogue

Harrison Grey - Chap 1 || Chap 2 || Bitter End || Premium End || Epilogue

Jude Jazza - 95k Bonus Story

So I was in a hurry to get the Epilogues that I read the bitter ends first and they were all bitter--- saved by the spicey Epilogues 🫣😍🤭😳

**On going upload

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[judesmoonbeauty]

Just because I thought everyone could use a sexy little meow-meow today 🥰

[rkmaru]

I forget how much I like Liam until they give me event stories like these I’m losing my miiiiind.

[dia-simp]

Kate girl, what is in your mind asking these two degenerates for seduction advise? 😂

We can always rely on these two for the most wtf moments 🙂‍↔️

[lavulabi]

harrison being the first character to have a bj and anal in his smut stories is kinda mind blowing

edit: i think hes also the first to have 69ing, in the same story he got a bj toOOJKDSHFJDHJFHE

[reccyls]

next ikesen event

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Trafalgar Law Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Canon Prompt: Aphrodisiac Gift Giver: @supernaturallyginger

Summary: An accident in the lab turns your little alchemy experiment into a big, pink problem. One that, for once, has nothing to do with flamingos. (this ran a bit longer than I meant, but I didn't want to end it a few sentences after the set up XD )

Content Notes: manual masturbation, hand job, sex, hurried consent, but no dubcon, implied or otherwise.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Your experiment had been going great, until it wasn’t. The mixture destabilized unexpectedly and exploded into a fine mist. Fortunately the reaction hadn’t been a impactful explosion, but the fine particles had filled the lab you were working in.

Alarms went off because of the particles, and Law was at the door, yelling through it.

“Oi! Are you alright!?”

“Fine!” You yell back and start coughing. “I’m fine! Don’t - hack - do NOT come in!”

You were going to be fine. You’d been doing alchemy since before you were old enough to walk. Thanks to the constant exposure you were pretty much immune to any kind of chemical. But the dust had coated your goggles and you were having a hard time breathing because it was so thick in the air.

The Tang’s exhaust would clear the room soon enough, but you still made your way over to the door.

“What happened?” Law demanded, frowning at you from hall.

“Aggressive kinetic repulsion between the compounds.” You grin, and cough lightly as the air starts to clear.

“… You mixed things and they exploded.” He deadpans.

“There wasn’t a blast.” You insist, wiping the goggles clean and happy to see the room was clearing up. It took another few minutes before it looked safe and you stood under one of the vents and shook your whole body, sending a cloud of particles up and into the vent.

“Ah, it’s going to take hours to clean the lab.” You sigh. “And no one else can-.” You hear the door open and look over to see Law stepping in. “Wait you!”

“I’ve got my room up.” He says, and you can see the air around him is crystal clear, if not tinted a little purple as the fine mist of pink mixes with the power’s blue shift. It’s a small shell around him, but the thick dust is probably limiting how wide he can push right now.

“Just don’t stay in too long, I’ll get this sorted.”

“You’re really okay?” He questions after a moment’s pause.

You nod. “Yeah, I’m not working with anything I’m not already immune to.” You assure him, before shooing him out. It takes hours to get things cleaned, but you’ve wiped down the surfaces, stood under the little shower in the lab, pitched your clothes and put on a spare set of scrubs. Everything that can be cleaned is clean. The walls still need scrubbed, but hunger compels you to take a break.

You’re surprised to see Law outside the lab, reading a book, when you exit. He looks up as you smile down at him. It was a sweet gesture, and a useful one too. Not only was it nice to have company even if you didn’t realize it, but it certainly kept anyone else from wandering in.

“All done?”

“Almost, need a break and som-AH-CHOO!” The sneeze catches you off-guard and you don’t get your arm over your mouth in time.

You look at Law, horrified to see speckles of pink-tinged saliva on his chest. Law just looks irritated to have been sneezed on, but his expression changes when he sees your face and he looks down at his spattered shirt and chest.

“Shit.” You swear, and Law puts his hand up.

“Room - urk!” The blue tint expands and shatters, his concentration broken as a powerful jolt tenses his muscles and makes his blood rush. He tries to say something, but even just shifting to look up at you causes his clothing to set his skin on fire. Instead of words a needy moan drips from his lips, and he slumps in the chair, panting and clawing his shirt off.

Your brain breaks a little as you try not to panic about accidentally making an explosive aphrodisiac. You ran through the ingredients listed and tried to consider how it would function. The resulting explosion wasn’t your concern, you needed to sort out how to resolve Law’s situation.

“It works so fast, it should metabolize quickly too.” You say after a second. “We need to get you stripped and rinsed off to stop any more absorption, sorry.” Your apology is followed by forcing Law onto his feet and against you.

The captain was taller than you, but you weren’t carrying dead weight across the entire sub, just to the lab’s shower a few feet away. Once you got him under the shower head - and by the seas the way he shivered and moaned with every move was killing you - you let him sit there. You got the water going and started to help him strip.

Law did his best to help, but the water was torture. A necessary one, but he’s grabbing the soap and scrubbing everything he can reach. Every drop of water is a pleasurable jolt through him, every sud and stroke is edging him and the frustration is driving him mad. But the faster he can get cleaned up, the faster the shower will turn off.

Getting him out of his pants while he’s desperately getting himself cleaned off was a battle of your own will. He was hard and erect and leaking. You closed your eyes to stop from staring pulling your view down to his ankles and getting the wet clothes in the bin.

Once he gets rinsed off you turn the water off and step back. Naked, wet, panting - his hair’s stuck to his flushed skin and his cock’s twitching. It’s all your fault, in the strictest sense. At least when you were getting him stripped you realized what had happened. The dust had gotten on the bottom of his boots and neither of you noticed.

So he sat out in the hall for hours that way. The sneeze was just a catalyst at that point.

Law was swearing under his breath. Every time he reached for his swollen cock he’d pull his hand back. The soft moans were turning into strangled desperate whimpers, his legs open as he shifted his hips up into the air.

“I’m sorry, if this isn’t what you need, captain.” You say before getting down on your knees between his legs. You looked at him and saw him nod his head.

Gripping him carefully he nearly cries out. Gently, but with enough pressure, you stroke his shaft. Law comes undone, body shivering almost violently as he scrambles to try and hold onto something in the shower stall, head thrown back and pushing his back off the wall.

It was hard to tell when he finally came, the steady leak of precum coming out just a little thicker and a little faster. It was enough to slick your hands better than the water - and you didn’t dare use your saliva until you had time to brush your teeth.

You watch him carefully. Putting more pressure in your grip you pump his twitching shaft harder. Mumbled thanks fall from his lips, between the desperate gasps, and grunts as he cums again, and again.

Eventually sweat replaces the dampness of the shower, and the humid huffs of air from his lips are deeper and stronger. The flush on his skin is still there, but he’s only trembling when he cums. Something he has more control over, his own tattooed hand gripping his cock, bringing himself to climax when your hand started to cramp.

You felt like you should leave him to it, but he’d requested, if not a little timidly, for you to stay and watch. To watch him. You had no objection, but you did have a small, persistently growing issue. Once the initial panic had subsided, and once you’d realized he would be okay, your body started to react.

He was hot. He was always hot. He’d been stoic and mysterious when you’d first joined the crew, and then reserved and awkward the more you got to know him. He was smart, if not socially awkward, but kind. Supportive.

But the sight and scent of him now was… intoxicating.

You hadn’t felt effected by anything for years. Not like this. It wasn’t the alchemy. It was just him, and his scent, and you wanted so much more, so bad it was painful. It wouldn’t be fair of you to ask right now, or maybe ever, but once he was done you could just go somewhere and-.

“You… want me, right?” He husks, and your body jerks. He grins, hand slowing and readjusting his sitting position. “It’s okay. You have a terrible poker face.” He says, grinning and catching his breath.

Deciding not to over think it, or not being in a position to over think it, you take the scrub pants off and put your hands in his as he helps steady you while you straddle his lap. You help line him up with your dripping lips, sinking down slowly.

Hands on his shoulders you sigh as he stretches you, filling your slicked pussy kindly. It feels even better than you imagine and you exhale a swear as your thighs press against his hips and you swear you can feel his heartbeat from his dick.

“Even better,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you before you stop him.

“The stuff,” you say rolling your hips. “I haven’t - if I kiss you, you’re going to get dosed again.”

Law frowns and your heart skips a beat. It’s not just the compound, the feeling behind it is mutual. You swear you hear him growl before he grabs the scrub top you’re still wearing and pulls it up. You’re confused for a moment until he prompts you to open your mouth and puts the bunched up fabric between your teeth.

“This way I won’t kiss you on accident.” His hands wander up your sides, wandering over your breasts as he places kisses in the middle of your chest.

The kisses continue while his hands move down to your hips, and he urges you to start riding him. You moan into the shirt, fingers in his hair as he lavishes your chest with attention. He brings his knees up to help brace you while you’re leaned back enough to give him such access.

One hand grabs the meat of your ass, his other shifting enough that his thumb can tease your clit while you ride him. The rush of sensations, coupled with the unintentional teasing from earlier whip you into a frenzy quickly.

“Please, please,” you huff and his grip tightens as he pulls you down onto his hips roughly. You can feel the hot rush and the extra slick from his orgasm to know he came again. You were so close, but he only stills long enough to put you on your back.

A surprised squeak escapes you as he pulls the shirt up enough to cover your face, hands on your legs and he’s buried back inside you, thrusting desperately. Every slap of skin sends a jolt through you as you pant and moan inside the shirt. You’re not muffled this way, and you don’t have to hold back, so you let pleasure spill from your lips as the usually quiet captain rails you.

“Cum for me, please. Fuck you feel so good. I want to feel you cum against my cock. I wanna fuh-fill you up, one more time.” He huffs, voice demanding but barely above a whisper. “A dozen times more. For as long, as you want. Please, cum for me, I’ve waited - wanted - needed - for so long.”

You lower the shirt, wanting to see him, wanting him to see you. “Ah-almost, almost, please, don’t stop, just ah - HNNGH!!” The pleasure slams into you, and your grunted cry of pleasure turns into a gasping, shuddering cry as Law continues to thrust into you, fucking you through the orgasm.

A few more heavy thrusts push into you as satisfied sighs leave you both, Law’s pleasure leaking out of you.

Wet, disheveled, in need of another shower, in need of clean clothes. You smile, basking in the moment, and enjoying the look of love, more than just lust, that’s in your captain’s eyes. Though, maybe captain won’t be the right label. Not after all this.

A worry for another day.

Law leans down and kisses you, and you return the gesture, humming appreciatively for a split second before realization dawns on you both.

[corpiote]

Clavis story event premium end spoiler

they're perfect for each other. I love them sm

get him emma

[kryptonite-week]

Two quick questions for you: how much leeway is there in how we interpret the prompts (for example, could we interpret Pink K as an aphrodisiac instead of a gender/sex swap)? And, are we allowed to write crossovers (I had a random idea for Gold K, but it requires a crossover)?

We're not the creativity police...or are we? 🚔 no, we're not lol We want everyone to have fun! You can get as creative as you want, you can make interpretations, and you can include things that are not specifically stated as prompts (just make sure your creation has something to do with the Kryptonite of the day 😅)

[viatrixtravels-a]

"...It seems that I have crafted quite the powerful weapon." She mumbled underneath her breath while holding the heart-shaped bottle holding a bright pink liquid securely in both hands.

Alchemy was something the Traveler had not too much experience with, but she improved her skills quite a bit over the course of the past few days. Some of the potions she made flew off the shelves, earning quite some nice reviews in return.

This potion in particular was special though and would not be sold at the store. From what Lisa told her, its effects are similar to what would commonly be described as an aphrodisiac. Lumine had never intended to make this kind of drink, but it happened by throwing random ingredients together.

"I should probably stash this away somewhere where nobody can get their hands on it...If it gets in the hands of the wrong person, it could be disastrous..."

[athelise]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Itachi Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Haruno Sakura, Katsuyu (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Uchiha Shisui Additional Tags: Aphrodisiacs, Mission Gone Wrong, or gone right?, slight dubcon, Praise Kink, Cave sex, slight fuck or die, Itachi is a gentleman, orgasms are great for your health, is it hot in here or is it an enemy jutsu?, Sensory Overload, no beta we die like men Summary:

Sakura and her team take a hit from an unknown enemy and are forced to separate. When an unknown jutsu incapacitates Sakura, how will Itachi care for her? Sakura has some suggestions.

[sterek-and-stuff-events]

Mead Moons Event: Prompts 1-3

Is Derek planning a 21st birthday surprise for Stiles that he'll never forget? Is 21 the number on his college sportsball jersey? (Football, basketball, baseball, Calvinball, soccer, lacrosse, etc!)

Is Stiles an outgoing, accident prone artist intrigued by suspiciously agile broody writer Derek? Did he make Derek a mix cd titled 21 Things I Hate About You in a High School AU where they go from enemies to friends to lovers?

Are they getting married on the summer solstice or celebrating 21 years together? 

It’s up to you!

Does Stiles drop acid while his dad is away one weekend and end up confessing his feelings to what he thinks is just an imaginary Derek? Will he travel back in time to stop the Hale Fire before it happens?

Can Derek help Stiles tell what’s real and what’s not while they’re dealing with the Nogitsune? Did he have an otherworldly experience between his death and resurrection as an evolved werewolf? 

Was it all just a nightmare or a daydream?

Only you know!

Do one or both of the guys stumble upon some apparently ubiquitous sex pollen? Get whammied by a witch's spell or break a mysterious bottle in Deaton’s lab?

Does Derek fend off a Succubus, but now needs Stiles to, um, give him a hand…or more? Is it a Lost Girl AU with Incubus Stiles? 

Do they simply enjoy an evening of rich food & drink that gets them in the mood?

You decide!

Accepting new and unpublished fic, art, and playlists June 3rd - July 3rd. See the pinned post here for more info. 

[rkmaru]

Victor teaching Will about drinking. A mistake or a lesson learned?

Tag list: @lettheratsin @rou-luxe @ike-garden2024 @bakersgrief @floydsteeth @sh0jun @matchasilver @william-rex @bontu-the-l0ver

Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed! 🤭🍷

[dia-simp]

Harry, I thought you are the most normal one…..

[s0dium]

Sex Pollen

Geto x F!Reader

A/n: This was pulled out from the depths of my fantasies

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: Oh no! You and Geto get hit by an aphrodisiac curse technique on a mission!! What should you do now?

Warning: Breeding, masturbation, begging, mating press, rough sex, desperate sex, marathon sex, doggy, squirting

You think there's something wrong with you. Something feels off, you feel off, rather, you feel hot.

You bolt upright in your bed, flinging the sheets away as if a second more underneath them would burn you. No, something was definitely off. Your mind buzzed, and it couldn't be from the adrenaline of the mission, that was hours ago, it was midnight now.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness of your room and you bit inside of your cheek. It wasn't just physical exhaustion that draped over your limbs—it was something else, something deeper and more consuming. The air around you felt thicker, every breath you took seemed laced with a heavy, intoxicating warmth. You press a hand to your forehead, trying to quell the rising temperature of your skin, but it provides little relief.

A creeping heat suffuses your body and an unmistakable pulse emanates from your core.

Where you.... Turned on?

A sickly-warm-funny feeling bubbles in your stomach and you're becoming aware of how your skin is starting to stick to your tank top and that the cloth between your legs feels....wet?

Hesitantly, you snake a hand under your waistband and underwear, releasing a small gasp when your skin makes contact with your arousal. You're soaked.

Why is this happening, why now? Your mind races through the events of the previous day. It was mainly just you and Geto on a mission, one like any other—find the curse, exorcise, clean up the mess. Could it be the technique you were hit with?

Could Geto be feeling this too?

Your heart jumps at the thought but you try to shake it off. You know you should get up, wake up Shoko, wake up Geto even, but you can't seem to will your legs to move. Your mind was is just too occupied with something else, the promise of something sweeter, something that is making the funny feeling in your stomach spread.

Without much of a thought, you press an index finger on your throbbing clit, garnering a sharp sigh from you. Just from that simple touch pleasure ripples through your body, making your toes curl. You do the movement again except this time you start drawing light circles on the sensitive nub. You can feel yourself squeeze around nothing from your own ministrations, bliss clouding your hazy mind.

It wasn't enough though. You needed more.

You dart your tongue across your lips and try to focus on the pleasure, on getting some relief. You try to dip one of your fingers inside your hole while continuing the ministrations on your clit with your other hand, but it proves too difficult, your fingers are too small.

Tears blotted your eyes from frustration, letting out a soft whine from the relentless heat that continued to rack your body. Oh how you wish you had someone else to help you, oh how you wish Geto was here.

Your core throbs at the thought. Yes, that was it, he is what you need. You resume your ministrations this time focusing on the euphoric thought of Geto suguru. He would be so good to you wouldn't he be? Oh you bet he'd fill you up so well too, fuck you just right, get rid of this painful arousal, and fill your mind with only pleasure. He would probably talk you through it too, let you pull and tug on his long black hair oh you can practically feel his hands on you right now, so big and warm.

You don't even realize that you are loudly moaning Geto's name at this point, too busy trying to grapple with the searing heat coursing through your veins. You feel like your body is surrounded by an invisible flame, fuck it feels like you are going to die. The room around you blurs into insignificance, as your thoughts fixate solely on your Geto Suguru, his absence a gaping void that echoes through your heightened senses. You feel a desperate craving, a pull so strong it borders on physical pain, rendering you breathless and sobbing for his touch, his presence.

"Suguru, please...." you gasp between sobs, your voice breaking with each word. The tears stream down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you clutch your sheets.

As if on cue, the door swings open and you think that there must be a god out there listening to you because there Suguru stands, backlit by the hallway light, his broad silhouette framed in the doorway.

Before you can even get a word in he is already next to you sitting on your bed and cupping your face with his large warm hands.

Deep violet eyes examine your face as his thumb brushes away the tears on your cheek.

"I-" You choke, a wave of emotions crashing down on your mind stifling the words that desperately wanted to escape your mouth.

"Shhhh, I know baby I know," he coos kissing your forehead and tracing your jaw with his thumb. "I feel it to, but I'm gonna take care of it ok? Don't worry about a thing m'gonna take such good care of you I promise."

He gently tilts your chin up, meeting your doe-eyed gaze with eyes that seems to devour you. Slowly, he lowers his lips to yours, encapsulating your trembling mouth in a deep, comforting kiss that steadys the chaotic beat of your heart. You sigh into the kiss and let his entangle with yours.

As the kiss deepens, he shifts slightly, his lips traveling from yours down to your neck. A soft gasp escapes you as he plants soft kisses along your skin, occasionally nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. You are so lost in the feeling of his lips that you don't even notice his hand on your inner thigh until his finger grazes your lips.

You jump at the sensation but Suguru places a light reassuring kiss on your lips

"jesus, please just, fuck, gotta get you ready just a little bit"

You shake your head quickly and place your hand on Suguru's crotch, the caress of his growing bulge making him groan.

"Please sugu, please just fuck me I can take it."

You don't have to tell him twice.

In one fluid motion Suguru tears off your underwear, lays you on your back and positions himself between your legs.

"Been waiting to do this for say long," he mummurs as he pulls down his sweatpants and whips out his dick. You thickly gulp at the sight, you could've guessed he was big not this big, could he even fit in you? A white beed of precum dribbled from his pretty pink tip and down his length and he uses the liquid to stroke himself in a few fluid motions.

You could hear your heart in your ears and adrenaline coursed through your veins at rocket fire speed. The need in between your legs was too much, it was clouding your head and twisting your stomach so tight you almost felt sick. You jolt when his fat tip bumps into your clit; collecting your juices before pressing against your quivering hole.

"Suguru please~" You whine and nearly miss the way his ears go bright red at your words

"I know baby I know Don't worry, I got you.”

You're cut off by the feeling of his length spreading you so helplessly wide and his tip smashing against something which must be your cervix you think. It’s painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides into you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock. Instinctively, your cunt squeezed around the foreign intrusion, trying to push it out, making Suguru let out a low groan of his own and pushing even deeper into you. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said hoarsely.

“Ngh so goo-"

You dont get to finish the thought because he pulls out and rams back into you with such a fever everything goes blank for a second.

His thrusts started out shallow and slow, testing the waters for how much he could get away with. What your limits were, and if you could fully take him for what he wanted. But that quickly changed to harsher thrusts, until he’s using you like his personal cock sleeve, shaping your insides and bruising your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity.

Every thrust knocks the wind out of you, his tip smushing right against your cervix only to be pulled out and rammed back in again. And the sounds, god the sounds where sinful. Wet skin against skin echoed through the room and the sloshing sound of both of your arousals makes your eyes roll back.

You don't know what's happening, you couldn't even tell someone your own name if they asked. Your grip on the sheets was starting to get loose, tears flowing down to your cheeks, mouth hanging open with drool pooling on the sheets as you were already fucked out of your mind.

"Come on baby just keep your legs on my shoulders. Can you do that for me?" His breath is hot against your ear. "F-fuck please" he says through a groan. If you weren't so fucked out of your mind you would think that he was actually begging. And you were right. Suguru isn't a whimpering man but here he is, voice cracking from the vice grip your cunt  

You are too dumb to reply, only spurting outcries and whines about how good he was fucking you. He snapped his hips so fast that everything seemed like a dream, the bed was shaking immensely with the headboard banging on the wall and you were losing your mind from the friction of his dick against your walls.

"Wanna fuck you every day,"  he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal brutal. "fuck fuck fuck," he swears, as he brings a hand to the back of your head and presses your lips onto his. Your so dazed you practically drool into the kiss, letting him entangle his tongue with yours until spit smeared on either side of your lips. He doesn’t slow the movement for a second as he kisses you, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing from the brutality.

Suddenly, it hits you. Like an ignition of fire your brain goes white and you feel yourself ascend to euphoria.

“You gonna cum baby?" he coos into your hear, pressing light kisses on the hollow of your neck. "fuck, cum for me baby, please, cum on me."  His hand flew between your bodies to rapidly rub your clit back and forth, hurtling you towards your orgasm. Your pussy tightens so hard around his cock that he nearly has to stop his thrusts. Your mouth grows lax as you feel yourself splitting in two, coming with his cock buried deep inside you. 

“That’s it,” He fucks you through your orgasm, pouring every ounce of his strength into chasing his own high. His thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flushed against yours, burying himself in your creamy cunny.

“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

His grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him, coming so hard he sees white. But he's not done.

Before you could recover, Suguru rolls you onto your back, in doggy, and slips into you. After the first thrust he has to hold still for a second, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the heat, he would burst inside you again. But the moment of rest only lasts for a second. He resumes his brutal pace, pumping himself in and out of you. 

You are wetter then ever down there, there is no longer friction only the mind-numbing pleasure of his tip hitting your cervix again and again. 

There is no warning when he cums inside you again, you only know when you feel his cum drip down your thigh.

"Feel so good, you feel so good baby."

You're in heaven right now. Your mind has gone to a different space detached from this world. Every time Suguru pushes into you, his tip of his dick rubbed perfectly against the gummy spot in you that made your whole body shake.

“Fuckkkk… I’ll fill you up, make you a mommy, you’d like that wouldn’t you… shit.”

All you can do is dumbly nod as you felt the crescendo of your euphoria building and building. It was so hot, your skin was radiating heat and before you could say anything you were tumbling toward the end faster then you could put a stop to it.

“S’feels weird~” you babble, too fucked dumb to properly pronunciate words. 

“Oh yeah? What does it feel like?” He coos, grabbing either side of your hips harder to fuck himself into you from your behind.

“Like m’gonna pee I don’t-hah-” something was pressing down on your stomach and it was overtaking your body; too fast to put a stop to it. You started to shake, abdomen clenching and mouth going into the lock jaw, tongue rolling out as you squirted clear juices everywhere.

“Oh f- good girl" He says through a groan, not stopping for a second as your pussy fluttered and clenched around him.

[bunnis-monsters]

jealous incubus husband. that’s all. go crazy

A/N: this is a request for my 5K event! I am doing ALL requests I get within the next 24 hours, send one while you can!

You had taken a whole 10 extra minutes to get home that day. What in the world could keep you away from him, your beautiful, adoring husband that LONG!?

“Hey baby, sorry I’m a little late. A friend of mine stopped me to catch up a little, he’s been out of-“

Your words went through one ear and out the other after he heard you say the word “he”.

“… he?”

Your incubus husband’s tail whipped furiously, smacking back and forth, hitting the floor and bed.

“Um… yes, he. As I was saying, he was out of town to-“

Within seconds your husband was on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head and glaring down at you. His dark purple eyes glowed as the sun set, his pupils becoming slits as his tail swayed behind him like he was a very displeased cat.

“I don’t much appreciate a male getting near my mate…”

He huffed, pouting a little as he sniffed at your neck. Though a male’s scent lingered, he knew any contact had been very brief.

And yet… he couldn’t stand it. You, his entire world that ruled his heart and owned his very soul had been near a male without him present.

He rubbed his scent on you, using his tail to pull your thighs apart so he could see that pretty pussy of yours.

There was a wet spot on your panties already, your eyes wide with arousal and confusion. “W-what’s gotten into you? Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“No… my wife was approached by a male and I wasn’t there… you’re my mate, you know? I have to protect you…”

The tip of his tail rubbed against your fat pussy, slipping under your panties to get at your clit. You let out a surprised moan, looking up at him with hazy eyes as he groped your tits. “Only I can do this, only I can make you feel this good…”

He kissed you, his saliva a natural aphrodisiac due to his incubus genes. You began to pant, bucking your hips into his.

It was strange, your husband was usually so soft and clingy, wanting you to play with his cock and ride him while giving him affection and praise for being so pretty… it seemed jealousy changed him quite a bit.

“Mine…”

He purred against the shell of your ear as sliced your panties with his claws, the head of his cock rubbing between your fat pussy lips.

“Mine, you got that? No one else gets to see you like this…”

Again, he pouted, his usual self shining through a little as he fucked into you. His cheeks were puffed out and he looked at you with such need it was palpable.

“I’m pretty, aren’t I? You only want me? Just me?”

He was desperate for your reassurance and approval, tears streaming down his face. “You’re all mine… and I wanna be all yours..”

You were struggling to think due to the strong aphrodisiac in your system, but showed your love by pulling him into a sloppy kiss, holding him as tight as your weakened body could.

He moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as he sucked on your lip. “Baby… my baby…” you muttered, cupping his cheek and caressing it gently.

“Mmm…”

After a long night of love making and mood swings, your husband laid on the bed, curled up with you and wearing only his pink silk robe.

“So glad you’re my pretty little wife…”

You smiled, giggling as he held your chubby belly in his hand. “I am too…”

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