#Cw NTR

[gaywarcriminals]

Who is the best and worst scum villain character to cuck/ntr?

Oh no, are the cuck asks spreading… have I caught the plague from Danny's ask box...... Always, as usual I thought way too much about this!

Best: Since you mentioned both, I'm separating cucking kink and NTR here: As a rule, I think it’s always funniest and therefore best to NTR the ML. He had his shot in canon, now in fic it’s time to bully him! For Binghe specially, I think it’s exceptionally funny to cuck Bunhe. It’s not even really NTR because bunhe has no claim on his shizunmommywife, but he’s SO sure they’re destined and he’s thawed SQQ’s heart and that they’ll have a summer wedding. I just think it’s fun to shatter that 🥰. In canon, LBH’s hopes and dreams are destroyed when shizun pushes him into the abyss, but similar turmoil can be achieved by having one or more peaklords fuck SQQ.  My top pick for the cucking fetish is LQG, because he’s fun to bully and he’s look sooo cute sitting there horny gripping, forbidden from attending to his own desire. LQG is more obedient than Binghe, which makes him more suited to sit quietly in the corner, relegated to furiously blushing piece of furniture ❤️

Worst: YQY for both. This is partially because he’s a popular NTR victim in fics about both SY/SQQ and SJ, but it’s also because of I don’t think he would react in particularly fun or interesting ways. He’d just quietly accept it and draw away from his ex lover who clearly doesn’t want him anymore and have a YQY-brand depressive episode where he just sits and works without eating or sleeping because if he stops he’ll have to Think and he can’t stand to be alone with his thoughts anymore.  For the fetish side, I do have a few scenarios in my head or YQY not being allowed to join his established partners in bed because he broke a 24/7 D/s rule (overworked himself or something, neglecting himself and his partners), and he’s forced to just yearn and admire how beautiful his partners are together and bow back he wants to touch and reflect on his mistakes, and then he gets aftercare and cuddles. However, that is, shall we say, not typically how YQY cucking kink goes in fic, and since I only want to read people making fun of YQY’s sexual prowess when they (correctly) think it’s cute for him to be bad at sex or impotent, I’ve also come to dislike cucking fetish for YQY.

[kabukibun]

Can we get some elaboration on the last ntr post? I absolutely love it you're a genius

niwa somewhat adopts kabukimono. it’s not official (yet) but there’s no denying he’s a father figure to him. because kabukimono is like a son to niwa and he feels responsible for him, kabukimono lives with him. niwa ends up marrying you because of an arranged marriage but you two are kind towards one another, working towards actually loving each other. although it’s not love, you do like each other and try to make it work. you’re very friendly with kabukimono! you had no trouble bonding with him and he very happy to have you join them as his mama. he’s a bit shy calling you this, but you tell him you don’t mind. in the end, he can’t say it to you but he thinks very highly of you..

soon enough, you have sex with niwa in attempts to get through your marriage duties and have a child. but it’s not working… you haven’t gotten pregnant despite months of trying. you feel a bit down about it, but try not to make a big deal out it. “it’s fine,” you think, “we can just try again another time.” but next time doesn’t come for a long time, and you start thinking niwa has given up on you. it makes you frustrated. it’s not like you specifically missed having sex with niwa, but you did miss having that release.. the feeling of cum in your tummy and the shivers you got from feeling it slowly drip out..

at the same time, kabukimono is having his own dilemma. he’s heard the two of you have sex plenty of times. often, he’d intentionally eavesdrop just to hear your sweet moans. it made him feel things he’s never felt before. it felt good, even if it ached. he doesn’t see you the same way he did before. all the love he has for you is mixed with lust now. all the little dreams he had about having dinner together is replaced with imagining how’d you look with his cock stuffed inside of you. before, kabukimono didn’t think of anyone or anything in particular when masturbating, but now it’s all you.

and how lucky is he to catch you masturbating. he was quick to pick up on the lack of sex you had with niwa. it was such a shame he lost masturbation material, but if niwa was going to neglect you, he’d just take his spot. how could he deny your release. he knocks slowly as to not scare you. and when you open the door with a flushed face, he lays his heart on the line. confessing his dirty thought, promising to make you feel good since niwa wasn’t !

and maybe you’re not thinking clearly, brain muddled with the need to cum, but you agree. pulling him into the room quickly, thanking the archons that niwa wouldn’t be home for hours, you pull him into your needy cunt. you shiver as his cock stretches you out, whimpering as the head of cock practically kisses your womb.

kabukimono is just as excited, cock drilling into your pussy. he’s thanking you with every thrust, body pressed so close to yours it makes you dizzy. he kisses you, staring into your eyes, wondering if that was okay. he’s so happy when you return his kiss, lips chasing after his when he pulls away. “i’m.. gonna cum.” he tries to pull out, but you lock your legs around his waist, pulling his cock deeper inside.

“‘s okay. you can cum inside mommy. you can make me real mommy too with your baby.”

it drives him crazy. his thrusts grow more frantic, trying to make your wishes a reality. his mommy wants to have his baby.. he wants it too. wants to get you nice and pregnant. you’ll look so cute and round, plump full with his baby. he cums with a yelp, tears brimming his eyes as he shoots rope after rope of cum inside of you. it hurts to see it trickle down but when you promise there’s still time to fill you back up, his cock twitches back to life, ready and willing.

niwa doesn’t even think about how you’ve stopped asking to have sex. it’s not a big deal to him. after all, your marriage was one of convenience and if you didn’t want sex, that was fine by him. he does however, notice how much close you’ve gotten to kabukimono. it makes him happy to see that you all can still hold some semblance of a family.

what he doesn’t notice are the hushed whispers and sneaking around you two do. doesn’t notice how you hold kabukimono’s hand when the two of you go out on walks, or the kisses you give him when kabukimono does something cute. he especially doesn’t notice how hard you’re trying to keep the cum kabukimono just pumped inside of you from dripping out.

and when you start forming a little baby bump? well, maybe his last time with you was successful after all (not).

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

I don't know how to phrase this post, but did you know that the creator of Beastars made a new manga about an unsatisfied wife cheating on her husband with a ghost?

The pain of being a monster fucker but not a furry is that I might have missed out on this because I just don't follow Paru (I now see this is a mistake)

[thelewdpokemanik]

Q&A: Makoto and shuichi, I have a question both of you are studly boys right? So how did the competition between the two of you go of how many girls from class 77 did you steal from Hajime's "Harem"

(This is the better Question, just ignored the other one I mixed up class 79 and 77 hehe)

Makoto chuckled good naturally as Shuichi sulked. “I think it went pretty well- for me at least.”

Shuchi looked away, crossing his arms. “I still think that a rematch is in order.”

Makoto patted Shuichi’s back comfortingly. “It’s no big deal, Shuichi! You still have a lot to learn, which is why you should’ve thought twice before challenging your senpai. But don’t worry! You started off pretty well, going after Peko right off the bat! You broke her pretty easily and you were hoping to use her muscle to help you get more girls, right?”

Shuichi blushed. “Well, you can see how that plan worked out. It was a stupid idea in the first place-”

“No, you’re wrong, Shuichi! It was a great idea, I’m telling you. You have real potential for these things! You just miscalculated when picking your second target.” Makoto finished, smiling broadly.

Shuichi winced. “I thought dealing with Tenko would have prepared me for Akane, but…” He shook his head, let down. “I think my hips are still pulverized. That girl’s a beast.”

Makoto laughed. “That she is. Once Akane’s got a grip on you, she won’t let you go until she’s fully satisfied, and that can take hours. She kept you occupied so long I had free reign on the rest of the class! Meaning the final score was 2 (Peko and Akane) to 6 (Chiaki, Sonia, Mahiru, Hiyoko, Mikan, and Ibuki). I even had time to go after bonus points like Natsumi and Chisa-sensei before you finally managed to limp out of Akane’s room!”

Shuichi sighed, before smiling wryly. “I guess I really still have a lot to learn. But I won’t lose next year!” He declared, standing tall.

Makoto blinked, before smiling. “Oh? You want to make this a yearly tradition? I guess there will be a new class of students at Hope’s Peak next year… But if you think I’m just going to give up all those girls to you, then you’re dead wrong~” Makoto said, lightly ribbing Shuichi, who scoffed, though he was still smiling.

“You won’t have a chance to give up what you never had.”

Makoto laughed. “Guess I better watch out then!”

And with a firm handshake, both boys went their separate ways, taking with them their newly acquired sluts, and completely forgetting about Hajime himself, who was left to deal with the fallout.

[amplexadversary]

OP's description made me realize those movies sound like Christmas-themed NTR, and I feel kind of bad for how funny I found the idea.

Because they have a very good point about the propaganda.

Hallmark Movie tropes where a woman visits her rural hometown and fall in love with a random camo wearing musclebound white man because of the power of Christmas, and then leaves her successful city job, and cuck boyfriend to be said man's submissive wife is conservative and possibly even white nationalist propaganda.

In this essay I will...

[seakicker]

breaking down my love of NTR into two new categories: Ethical NTR and Unethical NTR. Ethical NTR involves my classic setup with a neglectful/loser/asshole husband refusing to give wife!reader the proper love she deserves and so she either seeks out another man herself or that man seeks her out himself. basically, the NTR is Justified under the pretense of reader deserving love and sex too… and Unethical NTR where it happens literally just because + either reader’s husband is a genuinely nice guy or the man B who comes to swipe her already has a nice wife at home… been thinking a lot about genuinely bad and evil men in their 40s finding themselves growing bored with their marriage of 23 years so they go after their 22 year old subordinate/student/coworker/whatever

[makuta-kotok]

be careful what you wish for >:)

Possible new ship names:

RedSun, DeadSun, Nariyi, Yirinder

Accurate recreation of my new hyperfixation fighting my old hyperfixation for control of my last 5 braincells:

Yi is winning btw

[kabukibun]

stepmom reader/kabukimono ntr niwa. he gets cucked so hard and doesn’t even realize you’ve stopped having sex with him cuz kabukimono is keeping you busy with breeding sex

[merakiui]

risky rascality (tsum sex).

azutsum x (female) reader x azul ashengrotto cw: nsfw, non-con, tsum sex, tsum has a dick, ntr, shameless smut, loss of virginity, cumflation, characters written as 18+ note - don't underestimate the importance of body language. (or: azul's tsum misreads your intentions and fucks you.)

You’ve found yourself in Azul’s VIP room plenty of times in the past, so it’s impossible to explain the anxiety that washes over you. Sudden like a devastating tidal wave, it rocks you to your core the moment Azul offers you a casual smile. He’s so charming. You almost forget you’re here for your usual tutoring session and not a study date. One can dream.

“Before we begin, I’ll have to step out for a moment. There’s something that requires my immediate attention. I shouldn’t be too long. In the meantime, would you mind getting your notes out and turning to the chapter we last left off at?”

Having been so caught up in admiring the way he stands in the doorway, you startle at the sound of his smooth voice. “Next chapter… R-Right! Yes, of course! I’ll do that. You do your thing. I’m not going anywhere.”

With a nod of acknowledgement, he shuts the door behind him. The stiffness in your shoulders ebbs away then, and you slouch back against the sofa. With an embarrassed groan, you drag your hands down your face.

Be normal for one minute, (Name). This isn’t anything special.

Something nudges your thigh and you lower your arms to find Azul’s tsum pushing your textbook towards you. He struggles more than he makes any apparent success, and it’s a cute sight that has a smile sprouting on your lips.

“Thanks, little guy.” You lift the book up to spare him of the burden and set it on the table. A cup of tea rests inches away, steam curling from the liquid in fragrant tendrils. The tsum blinks up at you, wordless like always. “You don’t have to stay for this, you know. I’m sure you’d much rather explore campus.”

The tsum stares and then, as if your words have somehow offended him, he rears forward to knock his head into your thigh again. His fedora falls off in the process, but he pays it no mind and continues to bump into your leg.

“Okay, okay! You can stay.” You laugh and hold your hands up in surrender. “I never said you had to leave.”

Lifting the tiny fedora from the sofa, you place it atop the tsum’s head. It’s uncanny how much of Azul you see in him. Even the beauty mark is in the right place… How peculiar.

Seeming pleased with this, the tsum scrambles to get into your lap. You place your hand under him and help him up. Even though he doesn’t have a mouth, he looks very happy here, bouncing up and down with what you think is a show of enthusiasm.

“You’re adorable, Azutsum. I wish I could say that to your counterpart. He’s great, you know? The most amazing guy I’ve ever met.” You squish Azutsum between your hands and sigh dreamily. “I’m actually not that bad at magic history. I just pretended so I could spend more time with Azul outside of class.”

Azutsum narrows his eyes at you.

“You disapprove?”

He squirms out of your grasp and jumps up towards your chest. You catch him before he can fall back onto your lap. It doesn’t look like open disapproval. Maybe the tsum just doesn’t understand your feelings. You don’t expect him to. If he’s anything like Azul, he’s probably more focused on the lounge or money. Azul did mention he spent a good half of the morning testing the tsum’s affinity for business.

You glance at your textbook. One day you’ll confess. It won’t be today, though. With a sigh, you resign yourself to your reality and place the tsum on the table. You manage to open the book and flick through a few pages before Azutsum pounces on top. He glowers at you, demanding attention. In a way, when he isn’t being expressive like this, he reminds you of a turtle. That thought prompts a chuckle from you and you nudge him away gently.

“I’d love to play more, but I’ve gotta start reviewing. It’ll look odd if Azul walks in and I haven’t made any progress.”

Despite this, Azutsum persists. He prods at your hand, squeaking at you in what sounds like annoyance. A needy thing, this tsum. You’ve never known Azul to be so shamelessly direct, so it takes you by surprise when his tsum rolls around to wrinkle the pages. You gasp just as it tears.

“Don’t be so careless!” You grab hold of the tsum before he can cause further damage to your precious book. Pinching his cheek in light admonishment, you hold him close to your face. “All right, you have my attention. Please don’t destroy my books.”

The tsum beams.

“Aren’t you proud? Seriously… I’m only forgiving you because you look like my crush,” you mutter, your cheeks warming.

If only Azul was this hungry for my attention…

Azutsum wriggles happily in your hands. It’s a challenge to stay angry at such a cute plush. A prisoner to his charms, you pet him affectionately. He seems to bask in your touch, turning over on his back so that you can give his belly the same amount of love.

“Maybe not a turtle. You’re more like a puppy.”

Smiling to yourself, you rub the tsum’s belly. He seems to appreciate the gesture, for he squeaks in excitement. If he wasn’t sentient, you’d probably mistake him for a pillow. He’s soft like one, squishy like a plush. You knead him every now and then, pressing your fingers into his abdomen. You’re sure there’s nothing but stuffing inside, but a morbidly curious part of you wonders if he has organs and blood. Unlikely. But it’s still fun to fantasize over the wildly impossible.

“Do you like that?” You watch gleefully as the tsum squeezes his eyes shut and squirms. His squeaks are loud. “Seems like it. After this, though, I need to get back to work.”

You’re so swept up in toying with the tsum that it shocks you out of your skin when he jumps out of your arms abruptly. You assume he’s gotten tired of the teasing, but then he’s launching himself at you to tackle you onto the sofa. The force knocks you down, and you gasp as the leather cushions cradle you in the aftermath of your fall.

“Hey! What was that for?” You lift your head up to look at him. A familiar weight settles on top of you. “You’re stronger than you look…”

You gaze at Azutsum and the laughter sticks in your throat. There’s a distinctly human cock curving up along the length of your stomach, grotesquely thick and leaking pre-cum, maddeningly disproportionate. Your eyes widen, and a shard of horror lodges itself in your heart.

“W-Wait… Hold on!” You scramble to get away, but the tsum shifts so that the head of his cock presses against your skirt. You yelp when he moves again to prod at your clothed pussy. “Don’t touch there—you can’t!”

He presses inwards, blocked only by your panties, and squeaks sadly. You claw at the sofa, desperate to escape. Azutsum isn’t listening. He continues to rut uselessly between your thighs. Much to your disbelief, the pressure of his cock straining to find its home inside your tight hole leaves you soaking through your panties. If you aren’t thinking about it—about the fact that this insane cock belongs to this little tsum—you almost trick yourself into picturing Azul leaning over you on the sofa. He’d grab your hips, yank you to meet him halfway, slot himself inside slowly… He’d praise you for taking him so well, whisper the sweetest of filth, kiss you dizzy!

That sugar-encrusted delusion shatters the moment his fleshy head catches on your panties. Somehow they’re pushed aside as he bullies his way closer to your cunt. Your eyes snap open just as he pushes inside.

“No, no, no! A-Azutsum, don’t do—ooh!”

Your pleas taper off into a low groan just as he slides in. It feels strange, a foreign fit. Is this really going to be your first time? With withering resolve, you reach for the tsum in hopes of tugging him away from your pussy. He draws back, searching for the right rhythm, and sinks further into wet walls. The breath is punched out of your lungs once he’s managed to fit half of his absurd length inside you.

Tears gather in your eyes. “Take it out… Please… It feels weird and—” he bucks forwards and you suck in a breath through your teeth— “h-hurts!”

Azutsum squeaks softly at you. Consolation? Maybe. Or perhaps it’s a parody of a sweet nothing. How is this possible? He shouldn’t be this big. He shouldn’t even have this anatomy to begin with! Where was he even hiding such a monstrous size?

Your arm falls over your face. Despite everything, the fit is snug. You’re not sure you can take another inch. Azutsum disagrees with this unvoiced sentiment, instead choosing to fuck in and out of you until you’re properly slick. It leaves you shuddering with a strange desire—whether that’s to get away or stay, you can’t determine.

Submitting to your fate—though your hips flinch with every thrust—you allow your mind to wander. You envision Azul and wish he was here in place of this devious tsum. Maybe then you’d be more receptive. Maybe then you wouldn’t be crying. Maybe then the drag of his cock along your walls would actually feel satisfying.

Azutsum’s squeaks join the obscene squelch of skin on skin. It’s noisy and gross. You smell yourself on the air—the unmistakable odor of salt and sin. He fucks like he’s running late, driving his cock as deep as it can possibly go. Your back arches up towards the invisible body that ought to be hovering over you right now. If it was Azul, you’d loop your arms around his neck and pull him down to taste him.

It’s not Azul. It will never be Azul.

All you can do is lie there and take it. At some point, the stretch is less of a pain and more of a unique fullness. It’s not unpleasant, weirdly. Rather, you find yourself grinding down to meet each of his sporadic thrusts, chasing a high that’s so conflicting.

What am I doing? This is so wrong! you think, writhing like a fish out of water. And yet you can’t stop.

“Azutsum, please—” You gasp sharply when he hits a particular spot deep within you, your eyes rolling back into your skull. That’s…not your cervix, is it? There’s no way… Surely he didn’t do that. But then the tip of his cock prods at it again, this time with more insistence, and you throw your head back and howl. “Wait, slow down! Hurts—that hurts!”

Tears trail down your cheeks. You wipe them away to no avail. They just keep pouring, made plentiful by the cock ramming against a place that’s never been reached before. You cry out again when he eases out partially and slams back in with forceful determination. His motions are sloppy now, a stuttering, jerky movement that fills you with more cock than you’ve ever taken in your life before. Your fingers and dildo can’t compare to this—nothing can.

In just a few more riotous strokes, the tsum burrows his cock all the way to the hilt and releases inside with a strangled squeak. Thick, warm cum floods your womb at once, so copious it leaves your stomach with a slight bloat. Dazed, just managing to collect yourself, you press down against your belly to feel the bulge of his cock.

“Please…” you whisper, panting, “pull out already…”

Azutsum starts to do that, only to thrust back in. His cock keeps all of his cum effectively plugged.

“No more… I can’t take anymore. Please…”

But he’s already moving, intent on going at it until his balls are drained and you’re properly filled. In the meantime, you shut your eyes and welcome the chimera of an absentee Azul.

You’re not sure how long it’s been or how many rounds you’ve gone, but by the end of it you’re stuffed. Azutsum finally eases out after so much time spent thrust up inside. Shivering, you peer over the deceptive dome that is your stomach. If anyone were to see you, they’d certainly think you were pregnant and not just packed full of cum. You don’t want to know where such a little tsum gets so much virility. Best not to question it, otherwise you’ll drive yourself mad trying to figure it out.

Azutsum climbs up onto your rounded belly, gazing down at you with newfound fondness in his blue eyes. You’re not sure where his cock’s retreated to now. At least it’s over. Defeated, you reach up and pat his head.

The door to the VIP room creaks open then. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, (Name). Some nuisances—ah, I mean customers—don’t know when to—” Azul chokes on the rest of his sentence, his wide-eyed gaze drawn to you splayed out on the leather sofa. Cum dribbles from your abused cunt, pooling below on the cushion.

You can’t bear to look at him, so you bury your face in your hands. “S-Sorry. I’m sorry! I’ll clean it. Just please… Please don’t look.” Shyly, you squeeze your legs shut in hopes of preserving what’s left of your dignity. You’ve never felt humiliation as hot and heavy as this before.

Azutsum squeaks a joyful greeting.

You can’t see him, but his face has exploded with a fiery embarrassment. He’s doing everything he can to avoid staring at you. No matter how hard he tries, his eyes are drawn to your stomach, to your pussy clenched around nothing and leaking cum, to the devilishly proud tsum perched on top… Most importantly, you miss the way his slacks tighten in the crotch and the way he swallows thickly.

Clearing his throat, his words awkward, Azul says, “P-Perhaps we ought to postpone today’s session…”

It’s for the best. He’s not sure he’d be able to explain his reaction if you were to catch it.

[sanemisstalker]

NSFW// Douma doing pussy inspections to make sure you didn't fuck any of his servants in his absence.

Saw a post talking about a possessive partner doing pussy inspections to make sure you'd stayed loyal and I 🤭

CW// Fem reffered/ AFAB reader/ Breasted / NTR / Cheating/Cuckholding (questionable) / BDSM dynamics / DUB-CON/NON-CON/ Objectification / Reader is reffered to as a 'sow' / is viewed as akin to an animal / Threats of Genital Mutilation / Gore / 24/7 Submission / Sexual Torture.

For all intents and purposes, you never wanted to cheat on Douma. The impulse was exactly that, an impulse. You would have to be dumb or, even worse, unstable, to actively seek punishment from a demon of his caliber. From a man of his social statute.

But, even if you didn't want it, which you would assure you didn't, that did nothing to sooth the pain of the itch. You weren't entirely sure what possessed you once he left your sight, but the idea was always there. Locked away behind bar after bar in your silly little head...

After your first incident with a fellow sow, found with your pussy rubbing gleefully up and down her thigh, Douma figured you were just odd. A bunch of humans are born that way. Just wrong in the head. He'd had a number of attempts on his life through the years.

He had never implied that there would be a punishment for such petty insolence, because he figured you would never be dumb enough to try. After all, the other sow began sobbing, begging for his forgiveness for her desecration and sin. She must've been right in the head.

You were clearly the predator in the situation, not even bothering to appear shameful, just dissapointed. Douma had been entirely perplexed. He had no real urge to harm the other woman. Maybe it was because she was a woman that he felt no real inclination to do so. And he didn't really want to hurt you, either.

The closest thing Douma could compare the feeling to was the curiosity he once felt when he watched too stray cats mate. How odd, that behavior. The need to fuck. Douma never needed to do anything. Want, yes, but that was always very distinct. Douma had never needed to fuck. He figured it was another one of those human things he never quite got around to doing.

He had told you, in a rather lack luster tone, to keep your hands to yourself. It upset you, he could tell. Likely because you were being reffered to with such child-like verbiage, but he felt it had gotten the point across.

The next incident upset him slightly more. He walked in on you with one of his closer male confidants. His face was buried between your legs, and just as quickly as it'd been there, it was gone. The remnants splattered on your thighs and Douma's palm.

The blood had made your orgasm dry out completely. Douma recalled the little huff you made, unbothered by the warm body at your feet. Douma shifted your lifted robes so they would fall back over your legs, patting the fabric into the mess with a tight smile.

"Is there something you're adverse to telling me, hm?" He'd prod, "Is there a quality you find I'm lacking?" There was a tilt to his voice. An odd tone you couldn't quite read. It wasn't insecurity, nor dissapointment. It was taunting, almost.

"I'm not sure." You answered honestly, and he knew, then and there, you must truly be unstable because what an anger inducing comment. He couldn't grasp why you were so... weird.

The problem wasn't your infidelity. Douma could, quite frankly, care less about whether or not you're loyal to him. The problem sat with the human taboo he knew you knew were comitting. One you should feel shameful for, yet you wore nothing but that pissy little look on your face because an orgasm had been stolen away. Nothing to indicate you even registered such a thing.

You had been the one begging him for months to fuck you. Pleading, sobbing, all but vomiting praise at his feet. Nothing but a desperate sow he had willingly invited into his harem, the only one he even had light willingness to sleep with, and now you were defiling his hole with other blood.

Fine. Douma resigned to simply keeping you with him wherever he went. You were allowed out if his sight only for prayer and the bathroom.

The third incident, Douma was quite certain you'd become more than unstable. To let another man bed you on his throne had to be entirely insane on your part. A complete lack of self preservation. Not only had you snuck away from prayer, but you had brought in an outsider. Some random slayer, at that.

The risk was palpable, each time Douma watched the man's cock slide deeper into you-

The man was lucky he finished before Douma's hand reached around his neck. A final pleasure in this world, found in your cunt. Douma flung his body effortlessly against the wall, the corpse folding in on itself with a sickening crack.

"Ah, Y/N, do I need to sew you shut?" Douma would ask in the same sing song voice he always had. "This is entirely disrespectful of your superiors."

"I-I know-" You huffed, winded from the act, pussy aching for your lord's cock. You knew you wouldn't get it. He'd never bother with a used hole.

You couldn't understand it anymore than he could. Why you craved that look in his eye so bad, that unpleasant lilt in his voice. He seemed almost bothered by the whole thing. Almost.

"Please don't... sew me up." Your pussy tingled at the idea- Maybe such pain would fix your ailment, not having your clit exposed anymore, or your needy hole.

Your hand trailed between you thighs, seeking your gape. As you felt a bit of the dead man's seed slip out, you rushed to finger it back into yourself. You feared what Douma might do should a drop of it land on his cushions-

The desperate display sickened him, willing an emotion to the forefront he hadn't felt in a millenia, at least.

Fine. Fine. Fine fine fine.

You were no longer allowed to leave his sight. At all. A leash now rested firmly on your throat. If not held by Douma, held by someone else who he'd calmly threatened to spay if they even so much as consider your constant pleading.

Douma had to make a remedial, somewhat temperamental announcement to his followers.

You were a temptress, never to be trusted. Something on the brink of succubi. Fucking you would lead to great downfall for anyone who fell woefully victim to your tricks. Their sperm would die before it even formed, bedding you would insure a life of flaccidity. You'd curse any womb you ate-

How kind a leader he was to assure the victory of his people by capturing you. A real, honest to god demon.

He decided he was going to fix you. Sometimes humans needed that kind of thing. Fixing. He decided you were sick. In the head. If your ever so present need for cock continously won out over a need to live, then such an illness had to be cured.

He set you up with a chittering little toy. Firmly tied against your clit with pretty red rope. He didn't bother having your hands tied. You loved it, after all, the constant attention (abuse) to the little bundle of nerves.

You realized what he was trying to do the first time your clit went numb. He was certainly trying to sterilize you, make it so you wouldn't even want to open your legs.

Another rod was always tucked inside your pussy. Keeping you constantly wet and always stretched for the once in a blue moon where Douma would kindly make you warm his cock instead. He was never a fan of the uncomfortable tightness the first few times he entered a sow. This was a far preferable sensation. Warm and just tight enough to nurse his cock.

Another would be in your ass, since he'd once again overheard you begging one of his servants for something so grotesque. Any hole would work to satisfy your bizarre appetite, it seemed.

Any time Douma had to leave for an extended time, he'd come back to greet his people, and then you, who he kept tucked behind a slew of pillows to muffle the constant moaning and sobbing you loosed.

He'd always check your mouth first, gentle claws pulling the orifice open so he could slide his tongue in and assault the crevice, seeking the taste of another human on your lips.

And then he'd turn you over, the first time in weeks you'd be allowed to have that toy taken off your irritated, pulsing clit. He'd carefully slip the other toy from between your lips. Your cunt would contract around nothing.

Douma would spread you open with little regard for how puffy your pyssy had become, how even the dull part of his claws were overstimulating. He'd ignore your yaps and cries in favour of burying two fingers in.

He'd bring them out and up to his lips.

"Oh wow!" He'd sing, overjoyed that his drastic measures had worked. "You did so good, Y/N! I can't smell anyone on you! I'm proud! I'm impressed!"

Something about the words made you sob. Your pussy ached, any and every touch felt like you were going to implode. You could barely remember why you were in this situation at all.

Douma would pop the plug from your backside, loosing an all too pleased noise at the sight on your twitching asshole. A finger would probe the wet hole before slipping in with incredible ease. Your toes curled into the plush of the pillows you'd been rested on.

"So good!" He'd mock cheer, clapping as the tightness persisted with a second finger. It was as tight as when he'd left you.

Douma reached up to your head, managing to lift you up by your hair. With incredibly weak knees, you struggled to steady yourself. Thankfully, Douma pushed you back down into the pillows, only desiring to see the arch of your back.

"Can you spread yourself for me?" He'd request. The word 'spread' didn't sound real, but you could hear the shift of his hands and the clank of his belt.

"L-Lord Douma, I can't- can't possibly-" You cried.

"Oh shush, you can." He laughed. With shaking hands you followed his commands, throat too sore to deny him. Your fingers felt cold against the boiling heat of your lips. You pulled yourself apart, presenting your sopping wet cunt to him.

Douma shuddered slightly. He'd melded humans to his will before, but never so quickly had they snapped. Maybe this sex thing could become a want for him.

You couldn't even feel when he sank into you entirely with his first thrust. You took him so incredibly well, his ego swelled at the sight. You were finally a good loyal hole for him to fuck.

A good, loyal, and stable hole for him to fuck.

[prettyboykatsuki]

thinkinf of something so gross

[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『Sneaky Links』ꨄ︎ (PART 2)

Sukuna x Reader

(Mentions of Yuji x Reader)

18+ Minors - DNI

PART 2 of 2 (Read Part 1 first!!!!)

“You should know by now, Y/N, disobedient brats need to be punished.”

Summary: Y/N is a dickmatized manipulative brat. Sukuna is Sukuna. Poor sweet Yuji is collateral damage. CW: cheating, rough play, unprotected sex, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, blood play, sukuna being toxic, ntr, y/n thinking with her pussy not her brain (but it’s hard not to when you got that wet wet). WK: 5.3k of 8.5k Slightly Black female coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Part 2 took longer than I expected but I hope y'all enjoy it!

So much smut my gawd my mind is so cracked.

“You should know by now, Y/N, disobedient brats need to be punished.” 

Before you could even feel the chill from his threat, your world was spinning as Sukuna had repositioned your body to lay across his thick muscular thighs on the edge of the bed. 

The exact situation you were in didn’t click until a loud smack reverberated in your ears and you felt white hot pain blossom across your left asscheck.

Smack. 

Fully aware of the second, you hissed as you felt the full force of the spank on your right cheek rock its way into your cunt. 

Smack. 

Three spanks in and you were moaning, 

Sukuna’s assault on your ass continued leaving you panting and drooling as your tongue lolled out of your mouth.

Smack. 

A fourth and you gripped his thigh for leverage so you could push your bottom up to meet his hand halfway. The action allowed the friction to transfer deeper into your core making your body convulse with pleasure.

“S-Sukuna!” you screamed out as the fifth smack this time was directly on your pussy. 

Already drenched from your current arousal and earlier sex with Yuji, the squelching sound your slit made from being slapped was absolutely vulgar. The sounds turn you on more than you can bear at the moment and you could tell from laying across his lap, it’s having a similar effect on Sukuna as well. 

The need for him to fuck you was overwhelming.

“FuckMeFuckMeFuckMePLEASEEE!” your words slurry jumble as you writhed against the growing bulge beneath you.

“Fuck you, Y/N?” Sukuna taunted toyingly. 

Another soggy smack rang out from your pussy. 

Your eyes rolled back as you bit your lip so hard you might have drawn blood then but wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Not when you address me so casually...”

Smack.

“...and certainly not when you still have that other brat’s spunk in your cunt, slut. It’s fucking disrespectful to me.” 

Smack. 

Smack. 

SMACK. 

The force from the spanks on your clit took the air out of you, leaving you gasping as your face grew hot with shame.

“Hn… we’ll have to fix that won’t we, Brat?” 

And with that Sukuna plunged three thick fingers into your messy cunt, relishing in your cries of surprise that filled the room. 

His fingers glided in effortlessly from how wet you were, vigorously pumping into you.

You whined as they reached deeper than you ever could yourself and at a more reckless pace than Yuji would ever dream to take with you. 

Sukuna was absolutely relentless. 

Staying true to his words, his fingers pulled the last remnants of Yuji’s cum out of you as you fell to pieces on his lap.

“Did I not make it clear last time who this sloppy hole belonged to Y/N?”

You could barely register Sukuna’s question. 

Your breathy moans and the ASMR sounds from his fingers tearing through your cunt as your walls sucked him in were thrumming in your ears and drowning out everything else.

Vision spotty, you could feel yourself closer to attaining release with every scraping movement of his fingers against the spongy spot within you. The little bundle of nerves going wild at his abuse and pushing you even closer to the edge.  

The tension in you pulls tight like a cord ready to snap and you curl your toes as you could nearly taste your release. 

Almost there. 

“Ah! S-s-sooo clos-see” you finally sputtered out, only focusing on getting off.

That's when Sukuna’s fingers came to an immediate halt inside you. 

“I fucking hate repeating myself Y/N. If the little whore can’t focus enough to answer me properly while I finger fuck her, I’ll simply have to stop.”

Your insides burned terribly at the loss of movement. 

Your breath was shaky. 

All you could think about was your need to cum, it wholly consumed you. 

The attempts you made to push your hips back and fuck yourself on his fingers enough to cum were thuwarted by Sukuna’s free arm locking you in place.

He had you where he wanted you.

“N-No! P-PleasePlease! My pus-syy i-it’s yourssss, Suk- Lord Sukuna!” you corrected yourself, desperately wanting him to continue.

“Hm?” Sukuna questioned. He didn’t know if you fully understood just yet who owned you. 

“Sure about that, bitch? You gonna let anyone else cum in this pussy again?”

You shook your head vigorously, splashing tears onto his thigh.

“N-No”, you huffed and sniffled quietly.

“What was that slut? Speak up.” 

His voice was harsh yet his fingers began moving again, yet this time with slow agonizing circles over your g-spot.

It was fucking maddening.

“I wont! I-I won’t let Yuji come in this pussy again, so please… PLEASE let me cum!”

You desperately begged with little control or care at what you were saying. You knew you would have said anything at this point for release and he knew it too.

He was a real bastard for actually making you say it though.

Pausing, Sukuna suddenly burst into laughter. 

It slightly puzzled you, almost as if it wasn’t directed towards you. But you had no time to consider his motivations as his fingers dug into you harder than before. 

Your eyes rolled further back into your head as all other thoughts gave way again to ecstasy. His thumb joined in now as well, teasing your puckered back entrance.

“Oh! O-ooh godddd”, you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut.

The prodding of his thumb into the rim of your ass while he finger banged your cunt was too intense. 

Not even Yuji had touched you there before. 

The feeling was foreign but you were too overstimulated at this point, you couldn’t process anything from it but pleasure.

“Yesyesyesyes!”, you sighed out like a mantra.

Sukuna could feel your walls clamping down on his fingers, letting him know you were close.

“Shit- That's it. Cream on my fingers, slutty brat.”

As if your body needed his permission, those words were what finally broke the dam inside of you. 

You came with a loud moan as your body convulsed with pleasure. You felt the first taste of the sweet release you’d been yearning for all night. Babbling nonsensically as you repeated Sukuna’s name over and over.  

Your tears, drool and squirt continue to dribble out of you as they drenched his thighs from both ends. 

Sukuna’s fingers continued to bully into you not slowing until you completely rode out your orgasm.

Your chest heaved constricted against his lap and your legs were still shaking but you knew he was far from finished with you. 

His fingers slid out of your weeping pussy with a slimy pop. 

“On your knees.” 

You heard Sukuna’s gruff order boom from above you and you quickly moved, not wanting to test his temperament as you could feel welts on your ass begin to form the spanking you received.

Your legs had been reduced to jelly so you could only slide onto the floor, careful of putting too much pressure on your bruised bottom. 

Gathering yourself, you saw how Sukuna began to manspread for you. Reclining on the bed, he was giving you a delicious view of his hard cock.

You unconsciously licked your lips at his angry red tip swaying back against his stomach and soiling his abs with precum. 

Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but hesitate as him finally letting you cum had cleared a bit of the fog in your brain. You knew what he expected you to do, you had just never done it before. 

Well to him at least. 

Sukuna’s size was intimidating enough to make you nervous but you really didn’t know how to react right now as you weren’t used to this much foreplay with him. 

His previous visits he would show up, fuck you into a stupor and leave. You didn’t even think he had even teased you as much as he had tonight. 

Tonight was different. You weren’t sure why exactly but that thought did give you a bit of courage stirring the brat within you.

A sudden compulsion surfaced to see exactly how much he would give you and how far you could push him.

You could tell by how his engorged cock swayed impatiently that him delaying his own gratification to punish had an effect on him. 

The game you decided to play was a risky one of course, but you wanted payback for the way he treated you. 

For leaving you high and dry for days, for breaking your favorite vibrator, for making you beg to cum but mostly for turning you into such a dizzy cock-hungry bitch who still yearned for him to fuck her silly.

Your thoughts of retribution were soon interrupted as he grew impatient with you.

“Y/N put that fuckin’ bratty mouth to good use for once, bitch. If I left now, your sloppy cunt would still be unsatisfied.” Sukuna growled baring his canines.

You pouted at his cruel insult but it was mostly to suppress a small smile as he confirmed your suspicions. 

Oh he wouldn’t dare leave you now. 

Not in this state. 

And if he wanted you to give him head, you would give The King Asshole of Curses the nastiest sloppiest toppy you could muster. 

Your mind set, you wet your lips making careful eye contact with him through moist batting lashes.

You started to crawl to close the short distance separating you with a slight sway of your hips. 

Slinking up between his legs, your hands caressed his calves and skimmed up over his thighs with feather light touches. 

Your tongue lingered in his inner thigh to lap up some of your juices that soiled his lap, never breaking eye contact. 

It was faint but could have sworn you heard Sukuna suck in a breath through his teeth.

Rising to your knees, you settled yourself into him until you were pressed between his legs and his hefty cock was nestled between your tits.

“Slut…”, Sukuna breathed out feeling your soft mounds enclose his cock. 

He held a good poker face but you could tell from the slight perspiration on his brow and deeper breaths that he wanted this. 

It gave you back some of the nerve you lost feeling his immense size between your bust.

Still holding his gaze, you tossed him a sweet smile before opening your mouth and letting the large amount of saliva you gathered descend from your tongue slowly like honey onto his dick.

The wetness flowed from your mouth and was instantly cooled by air as it left your lips. This earned you a low hiss of approval from The King of Curses as it landed on his hot tip.

Not wasting time, you gathered the mixture of drool and precum that flowed onto your tits and began moving them against his massive cock, up and down slowly.

Indulging yourself, you couldn’t help but squeeze your neglected nipples and moan wantonly from wedging his thick cock between your breasts.

You meant to provoke him but you were driving yourself wild in the process wishing it was your pussy and not your tits enveloping him. 

Your mouth remained open and jaw lax all the while, allowing more of your saliva to freely spill out, still holding his gaze.

Sukuna was nearly about to snap at you for being a cockteasing whore when as if you could sense the insult forming in his mind you finally broke eye contact. Dipping your head low, you took his swollen cockhead in between your lips while your tits continued working the base. 

You swirl your tongue over the hole at his tip and lewdly slurp up more precum causing Sukuna’s hand to shoot into your hair. 

“Fuck” Sukuna let slip out.

His claws were at your roots applying a near agonizing grip. 

Despite the pain on your scalp, the action encouraged you. 

You licked, kissed and slobbered your way down the length of his cock. The obscene noises from blowing him only rivaled by the sounds coming from your cunt earlier.

Sukuna grunted. He honestly hadn’t expected this from you. 

He corrupted you in a way that had broken many others in the past but he could tell by the insolence of your stare how your eagerness was not a show of devotion, but of defiance.

His earlier punishment had only fanned your flames. 

Sukuna thought you would complain and cower away from sucking his cock like the pillow princess he knew you were with Yuji, not attack it like it was your last life line.

Fuckin’ manipulative ass brat. 

The curse king would never admit it out loud but your brattiness turned him on. 

It always had.

He would watch you from within Yuji. Your slick comments when he did something that upset you, your bratty protests when you didn’t get your way– Yuji bent to your will every single time. 

It was infuriating that he never put you in your place. 

The kid was too pussy whipped to see just how big a whore he actually had on his hands waiting to be turned out and used as a fucktoy.

Sukuna stifled a groan and resisted tilting his head back when he felt your soft fingers work their way down to cup his heavy sack. 

You fondle them lightly as you move from giving him a boob job to take him in your mouth deeper and pump the base of his length with your other hand.

He couldn’t let this go on any longer. He wouldn’t allow himself to be undone by you.

Your brattiness entertained him but his pride could never let you have the upperhand for long.

Taking control over the situation, both his hands clutched the back of your skull keeping your mouth on his cock as he stood up. 

And with a forward roll of his hips Sukuna was forcing you to take his entire length in one rough motion, gagging you on it.

You choked and your hands scrambled to push against his thighs but there was still plenty of your slick left from earlier causing you to lose your grip and lurch forward. 

The action had you taking him to the hilt, your jaw stretched beyond its limits. Your tears that pricked the corners of your eyes spilled forth. His cock filled your throat so deeply there was barely room for air.

“Now, now, Y/N.” Sukuna chided you as you flailed uselessly against him to release you. 

“You were so eager to suck on this cock a minute ago, show me how well your throat can take it too.”

Your throat in question was currently being fucked raw as your face was roughly slammed into his crotch. 

Pubic hair tickled your cheeks and your nostrils filled with the pungent scent of his arousal which combined with lack of oxygen, made you dizzy. 

You croaked out a moan as you gagged further on his dick.

The vibrations that traveled along Sukuna’s cock caused him to thrust deeper with force as he stuffed himself further down your throat.

Your jaw hurt like hell but the pain was slowly being overshadowed by your weepy cunt. Once more your pussy was flaring with jealousy as you felt phantom strokes inside you sync up with him ravaging your throat. You couldn’t help but be turned on again from Sukuna’s rough treatment.

You would have rubbed your clit if your nails hadn’t found purchase in his hips, leaving marks and long scratches as your body instinctively clawed away at him to release you from his hold.

“Take it Y/N. Swallow it all like a good little fuckdoll. Don’t spill a drop.” he snarled out the command and you could tell by how his cock thrashed against your throat he was close.

A few more spurts of his hips and he came cursing profanities into the air. His hot cum hits the back of your throat, filling you as it warms its way down into your belly. 

Waiting until your throat wrung every drop from him Sukuna finally releases you and you collapse down into the ground coughing. 

You couldn’t help but spit up some of his seed. Despite your earlier bravado you weren’t prepared to take his girth fully nor for how thick his cum would be down your throat, which was now left raw and scratchy.

“Brats like you can never follow instructions well, can they?”

You were tempted to give him the finger for nearly suffocating you on his dick but you could only scowl at him while your hands tried to soothe your throat. 

“Tch, cumming just from getting your face fucked and without permission too? You still don’t deserve me fucking you.” Sukuna mused, the grin spreading wide on his face. 

You looked up at him incredulously as his voice threatened punishment again.

“Y-You’re kidding me”, you coughed out. You couldn’t help but furrow your brow and pout. You more than earned it in your opinion.

Sukuna chuckled at your reaction. Manspread and seated once again on the bed, he pumped his cock, giving you a once over.

He had made an utter mess of you: stray strands from your disheveled hair stuck to your cheeks soiled with tears; cum dribbled down the corners of your mouth and chin with any attempts you made to wipe it away merely smearing it on your face further; your chest heaved and glistened with sweat and whatever other fluids it collected; while that disobedient pussy of yours was beginning to seep a wet spot onto the floor from where you sat. 

Just filthy.

He could deny you further, if he wished. 

Tease you further. Make you beg for him as he knew how much you hated it which made him enjoy it that much more.

But then he would also be denying himself. 

He saw how you enthusiastically rose to the challenge of giving him head and it made him impatient to see you make more of a mess of yourself on his cock, which grew harder the more he took in your sullied form.

“Y/N, if that filthy pussy of yours want to cum on my dick she’s going to have to fuck herself on it.”

The curse king moved back onto the bed to fully recline and looked at you expectantly. 

You nodded and wordlessly followed, your voice still recovering.

Sukuna had preferred to fuck you ass up with an arched back, but if this was your punishment you would gladly accept it.

You would take any position if it resulted in his cock inside of you to be honest.

Crawling over his large form to straddle him, you let your hands roam over the taunt muscles of his abs. 

Your hands traced his tattoos as you began to grind your slickness on his erection. 

It felt amazing feeling him underneath you. The thick girth of him spread your pussy lips apart as you created more friction against your clit. You quivered. It was too good.

“On with it already, pillow princess.” Sukuna smirked, giving your ass a firm slap. He wasn’t going to cum like some virgin just from you rubbing up against him.

You yelped as the action had you clenching your cheeks. Your ass was still very much sore but Sukuna would never let you have a moment to enjoy yourself unless it was on his terms. 

“Then just lay back and let me fuck you, okay?” you snapped, your brattiness getting the best of you once again but you still complied as you centered his cock over your entrance giving it a few pumps. 

You half expected him to flip you over and choke you out while drilling you into the mattress for sassing him again.However when you looked at him you saw his gaze transfixed on where your cunt was attempting to swallow him whole.

“Then just fucking do it slut”, he answered with another smack to your cheeks. 

Sukuna wouldn’t let you off this easily by provoking him. You were going to ride this dick, he would make sure of it.

You wanted to glare at him but you were too preoccupied with getting his monstrous dick inside of you and your eyes shut in concentration. Pressing yourself down onto him you only met firm resistance.

Your body was screaming at you that it wouldn’t fit even though you knew it would as it had many times in the past with him bullying it in you.

You hissed, pushing yourself down more. You hoped gravity would do its job here but you had barely gotten the head in. 

Tears were already flowing, the stretch was too intense, he was too thick. 

“Aw, am I too much for the little brat?” I thought you were going to fuck me?” Sukuna teased, feigning boredom. 

“I AM”, you whine through gritted teeth. You were so wet in addition to having been stretched from his fingers yet it was still this difficult.

Leaning more unto him for support you tried to adjust yourself but it only caused his cockhead to begin to slip out of you.

“Too damn slow”, Sukuna barked at you before firmly gripping your hips and ramming up into you. 

You let out a screech so loud you would have thought it woke your neighbors, that is if you could give a fuck to think about anything else but Sukuna ripping through you right now.

His fat blunt tip rammed against your cervix and it took all the air out of your lungs. You were left reeling, arched back as your vision blacked out momentarily. 

Trembling, you fell forward onto his tattooed chest. It was too intense, you were too full. Too much too fast of what you had been begging for all night, all at once.

Your legs trembled and your shoulders shook. 

Your walls compressed Sukuna’s length and he let out a low growl at its intensity.

“Shit bitch - did you just cum again!?” 

“S’your f-fault,” you slurred out with a sigh, wiping the drool dripping down your chin.

Pushing yourself up, you started to swivel your hips, grinding on Sukuna in a slow circular wine. 

You could feel your whole body buzzing from your orgasm. You were too sensitive, but it wasn’t nearly enough. 

You needed more of him.

You couldn’t think of anything else except for him buried inside of you. 

You leaned back to grip Sukuna’s thighs for support as you picked up your pace the more you recovered until you were bucking on him. 

The angle had you impaling yourself on him. You were putting on a show for the curse king who drank in the view of you in shambles on his cock. 

Your tits bounced wildly as your cunt greedily sucked him in and ignored the pain of the stretch which was incomparable to the amount of pleasure you are receiving. 

“That’s it Y/N. Use that filthy pussy of yours to gobble up this dick.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as more obscenities spilled forth from him. It only made you hornier and you could feel him start to move in tandem with you, his hands leaving your hips and finding their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly. 

“Mmm shit, t-too good, t-ooo good” you groaned at his manhandling of you which caused you to gush around his cock creating a white ring of fluids. 

You see Sukuna grit his teeth and adjust his hips to thrust up into you deeper. Being on top and watching him underneath you, seeing the pleasure you were giving him you feel a surge of power rush through you. 

Sitting up from your reclined position, your hands ran over his that were still grasping your tits before settling on his muscular forearms to anchor yourself. 

His strokes were making your pussy flutter with pleasure, every nerve alight. 

You weren’t just playing with fire, you were dancing in it and it made you feel higher than any actual drug ever could. 

Fucking him like this was a drug. 

You would probably still hate him and yourself in the morning but right now you were his greedy little whore and you wanted him to give you even more. 

“I-I-I w-wan-t…” you started but lost focus. You were losing yourself again and you still had something you wanted before you came, one more trick up your sleeve.

“Yes? Use your words Y/N. Tell me what my lil slut wants.” He purred teasingly however the strain was evident in his voice.

You come closer to him, your chest pressed against his as continues fucks into you his fingers digging into your ass cheeks.

“Ryo..men, d-daddy.. .. you-r tongue… ki-ss me” you cooed seductively. Putting on your best babyface and looking down at him with a lustful pout wanting him to indulge you.

His eyes flashed. You truly caught him off guard with this one. 

Your legs wrapped around him tightly as he suddenly sat up and his hand was around your neck once again but he never stopped his hips driving into you.

Your eyes widened in response but they were filled with excitement. The thrill of pushing him further and the danger of it all was intoxicating. 

The air was heavy with the smell of your sweat and sex and you leaned deeper into the hand around your neck. You couldn’t help the gleeful look on your face as you shivered and stroked the arm that grasped your neck as if daring him to squeeze tighter. It was audacious.

Did you truly get off on edging death?

Sukuna was wondering something similar as the desire to actually snap your neck this time for real this time rose within him. 

You took liberties with him that he would have killed his concubines for without a second thought back in his day. But as much as he mocked, taunted and called you all manners of whore, you were no concubine. You were a sorcerer, much weaker than him of course, but a strong one nonetheless.  

One that he had either since turned into sex-crazed whore who had developed a death wish kink…

…Or one that he had severely underestimated and was far more manipulative than he gave you credit for. One who would do or say anything to provoke him into giving her what she wanted.

Truthfully you were all of those things. 

He could punish you later but Sukuna would not deny you at this moment. It was absolutely sinful how you would whore yourself to him, completely forgetting about Yuji as soon as he was in your guts. 

Loosening his grip on your neck, he grabbed your jaw harshly bringing you closer.

“Open”

You obeyed without fuss, sticking out your tongue.

He tilted your head upwards toward him and you felt his spit hit the back of your throat.

“Swallow”

The command had barely left his mouth before you were already savoring his thick saliva before you stuck out your tongue to prove you had in fact swallowed it all this time.

“Good girl.” he muttered. Sukuna’s breath was hot on your face before his mouth crashed onto yours, devouring you. 

The brutal kiss overwhelmed your already overstimulated senses. Your teeth clashed against his as mouth ravaged yours. Even his kiss was dangerous as his razor sharp canines cut your tongue and your blood flowed into his mouth. 

You felt him groan into you as he drank it eagerly, nipping and sucking on your tongue, savoring the flavor.

Completely disoriented, you didn’t realize the lack of oxygen you had until he pulled back, your blood staining his lips.

Sukuna chuckled at your dazed expression. 

His kiss left you in a stupor as you hung onto his shoulders utterly breathless.

Catching your breath, you lean in closer as your tongue slides over his lips to taste your blood on them.

“M-more w-wanna c-cum Daddy.” you mewled against his lips.

“More? Not sure if daddy’s bratty baby can handle it,” he replied mischievously. 

Sukuna’s breath fanned across your face as he captured your lips again roughly. 

He placed a hand behind you but nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of the mouth on his palm opening and tongue diving directly into your asshole.

You cried as your body instinctively pressed yourself closer to him, breaking the kiss and burrowing your face in his neck trying to keep his tongue from going deeper. However, that only gives the mouth on his stomach better access as it opens to lap at your clit as he continued to fuck into you.

“Don’t run from this slut you asked for more.” Sukuna grunted in your ear, the smirk evident in his voice.

You had asked for more but the sensations of being fucked and sucked from both ends was making you crazy. 

“Damn, so fucking tight. Gonna cum in this pussy just like this. Going to breed her, you’d like that wouldn’t you Y/N?” 

Sukuna taunted you and you felt his words travel through your ears and straight to your cunt.

His free hand came up to yank your head back for your response but you could barely keep your eyes opened and focused on him. 

“U-h Uh-huh,” You nodded as incoherent babbles were the only noises that could muster.

You had never experienced an assault on your senses this hard. Every nerve felt like it might combust as the heat within terrorized you, making you feel as if your entire body was erogenous. 

“Cum for me baby girl”, he whispers into your neck as he bit down, drawing blood again.

His words made your chest tighten and your stomach flutter, both betraying you.

Every trick you tried on him thus far had backfired on you when he returned your energy. 

Every time you toyed with him he would toy with you harder.��

You realized now you’d never win.

You didn’t know if you hated him or loved him for it. The sane part of you was locked away somewhere and all you knew now is your body was screaming to feel his seed fill you, to breed you.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you and it proved all too much for you to handle.

Sukuna swallowed your screams of ecstasy as you came harder than ever before, toppling over your peak and jerking against him as tremors overtook your entire body. Your mind blank, you collapsed against him tapping out as your senses faded to black.

You weren't out for long but as you came to, you noticed he had placed you back on the bed, on your belly as he moved to position himself behind you.

“I’ve fucked you dumb. Just look at you, half unconscious.”

You could only grumble at him as your whole body felt drained of both your fluids and your energy. 

“Hands and Knees, Y/N” Sukuna ordered.

“5 minutes Daddy pleasssseeee” you slurred, you couldn’t possibly take any more of him, your body needed to recover you were exhausted

“Fuck no. Hands and knees slut. It's gonna take more than one load to knock that greedy cunt up.”

You groaned. Your limbs were liquified and you couldn’t manage to support yourself with your arms. 

Head rolling to one side to support yourself with your pillow you lif your ass up into the air. Your arms reached back to spread your cheeks wide for him,

Sukuna, satisfied with your position, whistled at the sight of you. “Need fuck this cum back into you and fill you up again.”

His heavy hand landed with a smack against your puffy pussy for emphasis. You whine as the slap causes your mixed fluids to spurt out of you, dribbling down your sex and onto the bed.

Sukuna’s evil laughter rang into your ears as he plows into you once more. His thrusts blessing you with the toe curling backshots you’ve learned to crave and causing you to come undone once again over his cock as he fucked you senseless over and over. “See Yuji? When I told you I could breed your bratty pillow princess into an obedient cum dump… I meant that.”

LOL! 

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Long A/N ahead:

Any mistakes please DM, no rude or criticizing comments please. (I literally am so busy but got up at 5am to finish this.) This is the first smut I’ve written in ages. I didn’t expect it to be so LONG my fucking god. But I actually enjoyed writing this! Especially Sukuna softening a bit towards Y/N at the end. Not really in a romantic way per se but in a “I actually enjoy your pussy presence and would likely keep you around once I'm released from your cuckass boyfriend.” kind of way. I also see it as him indulging Y/N and wanting to breed her just to piss off Yuji lmfao. He would totally knock you up out of spite. I also had fun writing Y/N here as a brat but one who doesn’t give up the fight, just finds new ways to be a brat and enjoys the punishment lmfao. (Me af) I feel like complete brat taming works well with Toji, Geto, and Choso. Sukuna on the otherhand needs a constant challenge or he will just get bored easily and kill you. You gotta tease him enough to keep him interested but he still ain’t gonna let you win. But no, even though I completely tortured and cucked Yuji here (cause he was aware this entire time), I actually really adore him. Yuji is so baby girl. I want to play with his hair and watch dumb movies on the sofa with cuddling with him and then once I get horny Sukuna can fuck my face into the cushions. OMFG SHOULD I WRITE THAT!?

What’s next?

Well my next 3 stories (in order of longest to shortest) center around lactation (Toji), van sex (Geto) and thigh job (Nanami) kinks. Which one y'all want first? ;)

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[thelewdpokemanik]

Mahiru going to scold makoti about manning uo and being more reliable like her boyfriend hajime but she's instead gets bent over and corrupted into being a butt slut for makoto

Mahiru couldn't deny that she was quite happy with how this school year had begun. Not only had her boyfriend Hajime not regressed into his meeker shell after winter's break, not only would she soon be joining him for a date, but she now had an opportunity to help educate boys from the newly baptized Class 78.

And that was exactly what she was doing right now, making use of some of her free time before her date with Hajime to roam the parts of the school she knew the younger year frequented.

She was walking with purpose and energy, almost making the rounds of the emptying school, but it wasn't until she reached the first years' lockers that she found someone.

It seemed most everyone had already left, for only one boy was remaining.

Short with brown hair, wearing a nervous expression on his face as he switched books from his locker and the bag at his feet. There was dirt on his ruffled clothes, and scuffs on his pants, and before she knew it, Mahiru approached him.

"Hey, you!" She said, making the boy jump and drop the book in his hand, before spinning around like a top, staring up at her with wide eyes.

"M-Me?" He asked, pointing up at himself stupidly, making Mahiru huff.

"Yes, you! Have you looked at yourself? You look like you rolled around on the ground!

The brown-haired boy blushed, rubbing at the back of his head. "Well, funny how you mention that. You see-"

Mahiru cut him off with a sharp slice of her hand in front of her, irritated. "Save it. You are a boy, right? Can't you at least man up and own up to your mistakes?"

The boy frowned. "Well, like I was saying, this really couldn't be helped-"

"Honestly," Mahiru grumbled. "I just told you to save your excuses. Stop being such a wimp."

"You're pretty rude..." The boy mumbled, making Mahiru scoff.

"Please. If you would just man up and take care of your own messes for even a moment, I wouldn't need to step in."

The boy's frown deepened for a moment, before it disappeared, replaced by a smile.

"Fine. I'll 'man up'."

- - -

Mahiru could only count herself lucky that she'd met who she now knew as Makoto this late into the day.

It meant that no one was around to hear her howling like a wild animal as Makoto shoved at least a foot of cock up her ass.

Or at least, she would be, if the unknown pleasure of getting her ass ravaged wasn't driving out any thoughts not relating to it straight out of her head, and drooling out of her cunt.

She was bent over the teacher's desk in an empty classroom, feeling it be rocked under her by each and every one of Makoto's mind-shattering thrusts. She heard her phone ring once more in her abandoned bag, and for a moment, it grabbed her attention.

Someone was trying to contact her, someone was waiting for her-

She squealed like a stuck pig when Makoto’s hand came crashing down on her ass, his thrusting not even missing a beat as she spasmed around him, cumming her brains out, and only adding to the puddle of femcum she had been steadily creating ever since Makoto had first touched her.

"Tighten up, bitch, I'm about to fill your guts." Makoto declared, and while a distant, forgotten part of her wanted to scold him, all she could do right now was try and tighten up around the girthy intruder, just in time for the brunette's hips to smack against her ass, and for Mahiru's brain to melt as she felt his magma-hot cum fill her belly.

For several long orgasmic seconds, Mahiru felt him throb as he shot rope after rope of seed inside of her, before whining as she felt him pull out, leaving her ass feeling empty and hollow, even as his seed dribbled out of her.

"Look who's making a mess now," Makoto said, before forcefully pulling on Mahiru's head, and pushing it down to the floor, where a mixture of hers and Makoto's fluids were mixing, pressing her face in her own mess.

"Take responsibility for your messes, isn't that something you said?" Makoto said, and Mahiru's mouth fell open as she began cleaning the floor with her tongue, the taste of their cum sending delicious sparks in her brain and making her pussy weep all the more.

"But don't worry. I'll be sure to take responsibility myself. Can't have a mouthy bitch go around like you did, not knowing her place."

Mahiru smiled as she felt him feel up her raised ass.

She always did love reliable men.

[l1tw1ck]

Fucking a Killer

Masc Reader (Top/Bottom Specified individually, All have Top Reader some have Bottom Reader)

Michael Myers, Ghostface, Dewey Riley, I got very lazy

this has been in my drafts for toooo long

General CW: Canon Typical Content

Michael Myers

sub reader, choking

🔪 You were his last victim of the night, he had you held you up against the wall and choked you. The only reason you survived was because you accidentally moaned. And it wasn't a moan of pain nor agony, it was a moan of pleasure. You wanted more. And he gave you just that

Sub Top: Michael bounced on your cock viciously, low and breathy moans leaving the mouth gap of his mask as he choked you. You're already on your third round, the both of you are beyond horny for each other. The knowledge that you could die at any moment if he forgets to let go exhilarated the both of you. Michael squeezes your neck tighter as he comes, in turn causing you to come deep inside him again

Sub Bottom: Michael gripped your neck as he rammed into you over and over, groaning lowly as he indulges in a pleasure he'd never thought he'd receive. He thanks everything good that he chose you as his victim. The sounds you let out only served to spur him on, even when you started slapping his arms for air, he kept on fucking you until he came. You survived, thankfully

Ghostface

(imagine whoever you want)

NTR/Cucking/Cheating, Dub-Con

🔪 You were looking forward to a call from your friend, so you didn't even think to check the number when you answered the phone. You soon found out he'd kidnapped your partner, had them tied to a chair in your backyard, and rather than asking questions, he showed up behind you in just the ghost mask and boxers. The rest of the costume likely tossed somewhere nearby.

He promised you your partner'll live if you fucked him, and you believed him. He encouraged you to play with his nipples, letting out whorish moans that could be heard from outside the glass. At some point, you started to really get into it, occasionally spanking him and nibbling on the exposed flesh of his neck. Your partner watched dreadfully as you fucked the killer to his completion, multiple times. The three of you doubted you'd ever want to go back to your partner after this. The sight of your cock bulging through his stomach made them wish they were dead. They got their wish eventually

Dewey

top ghostface reader, dubcon, choking

🍩 As one of the new serial killers, it's a given you'd end up face to face with a cop. Normally, you'd just kill whoever gets in your way, especially a law enforcer, but this guy's just too cute to kill.

You stand behind him, your hand wrapped around his throat with your cock buried deep inside him. He looks down and moans at the sight of your cock pushing in and out of him, a bulge showing through his tattered uniform. He starts to feel lightheaded, moaning impurely as he gets pounded by the person he's been hunting down for ages. Dewey never thought he was into having sex with a murderer until now, until he came hard on your thick length and begged for more.

[prttykittes]

CW. threesome(Venti&Kaeya, Scaramouche&Raiden Ei), Cheating(Xingqiu&chongyun), NTR(Xingqiu&Chongyun), Oral sex(Fe/male), anal sex, voyeurism (Xingqiu, Xiao), slight incest(Xiao&Zhongli they are son/dad), dubcon(venti&kaeya), sex under alcohol

Notes: hehehe, their is slight incest in Xiao and Zhongli’s one, there is malexmale in Xingqiu ofc, No romantic feelings between Raiden or Scaramouche, I forgot which one is his mom so yeah,...

XIAO and ZHONGLI

You gag on his cock, your wet warm mouth taking his big cock, you’re on your knees. Looking up at Zhongli, you blink away tears as you stroke the rest of his dick that your mouth couldn't take. You felt your lower area throb, your sex wanting attention, you let out a muffled moan, making him groan as he guides you by your hair. Moving your head up and down, you wanted to reach down and pleasure yourself but you didn't want to. Little did you know that his son, Xiao, was outside the door. Xiao strokes his dick as he hears your moaning and his dad’s moaning, he doesn't know if he touching his leaking dick at your moans or his dad’s… but he doesn't seem to care, his hand furiously goes up and down, he lets out his own moans.He lets out a deep sigh, his chest goes up and down, he looks at his tip, he wants you to suck on his tip, maybe he should go in but before he can cum. The door opens.

VENTI and KAEYA

SCARAMOUCHE and RAIDEN EI

They stare down at you, your head is spinning as you slur your words. Venti blows in your ear, you can hear him giggling afterwards. You hold his hand as you felt Kaeya’s tip at your hole, you can feel the leaking tip in your hole. You can feel him smiling, he puts his tip in and then takes it out. Venti kisses you, bringing you into a wet sloppy kiss. You moan into the kiss as he enters you, you gasp and hold onto Venti's arms. Kaeya slowly thrusts into you, he kisses your shoulder as he gently brings you up and down. You close your eyes as your fingers cling onto Venti’s clothing, you suck on his tongue as kaeya soon goes faster. Bouncing you onto him, you cling onto Venti, Venti giggles and he kisses you some more. Your lips get wet, you can feel drool past your moist lips, kaeya stays in you while venti moves you around, making your face in front of his crotch. He rubs at the tent and he pulls down his underwear, his dick pops up. Slapping your face with it, he puts his dick into your mouth, they both begin to move. You gag on his dick while moaning, oh how they love this feeling.

XINGQIU and CHONGYUN

You moan at the taste of her cunt, your face was shoved in her pussy, while your hole was getting fucked by her son’s cock. You didn't know how you ended up in this threesome, you moan at the taste and his dick hitting spots inside of you. She shoved your head more in, making your nose touch her clit as you slurp her juices up, Scaramouche fucks you. His dick pumping in and out, his eyes are closed as he focuses on your moaning and your tightness. She moans as she runs her nipples, she also only focuses on you, only on your moaning and tongue. They both pretend that each other are not there, you start to tongue-fuck her. Scara grips your waist hard as his dick twitches in you, you can feel yourself about to climax and it seems like the other two are about to climax as well.

You smile as you step up the plates for them, your boyfriend and his best friend talk to each other, Chongyun your boyfriend smiles as they both sit down at the table. You don't notice Xingqiu’s hand reaching under the table, after you are all done eating, you go out. You wanted to go shopping and hang out, you wanted the boys to hang out and just have fun but you didn't expect them to have this kind of fun. You walked back in the house, you were finally back, it was late and you heard talking. You smile as you walk up stairs, you hear soft talking. You walk towards the bedroom door, and you hear Chongyun’s soft voice. You peek into the door, You see Xingqiu’s arm around his waist. You gasp as you don't speak, They both rub their cloth ducks against each other, Xingqiu coos in his ear, kissing Chongyun's neck. Xingqiu pushes Chongyun against the wall, pulling Chongyun's pants down, he smiles as he soon pulls down everything. Their hard dicks rub against each other, their both leaking, Chongyun moans as he clings into Xingqiu, Xingqiu spits on his palm, lubing his cock and then he fingers Chongyun hole. Chongyun lets out a loud moan, he is slightly trembling. Xingqiu soon pushes his dick into Chongyun, Chongyun drools as he puts his hands onto Xingqiu’s shoulders. His nails digging into it, Xingqiu reaches down and strokes the blue-haired male’s dick. Xingqiu goes faster, they make a slapping noise, Xingqiu grunts and lets out moans. Xingqiu coos into Chongyun’s ear, telling him how cute he is and how tight his hole is. Xingqiu and Chongyun both moan, they both. Xingqiu paints Chongyun's hole white, Chongyun paints their stomachs white. You bite your lower lip, your hand stops touching yourself, you let out a deep sigh as your sex leaks out your cum. Oh why did you enjoy this?

[mariondeux]

Hi could I request yandere mayoi x male reader please

Mayoi is obsessed with the male reader to the point that he’s jealous that the reader is dating someone else and the reader likes to hanging out with mayoi because he’s cute and he confesses his love to the reader and manipulates them to be his lover.

Could you add manipulation, corruption, sadism, rough sex, biting and mayoi being a creepy stalker please ^^

— SYNOPSIS ; Mayoi was overjoyed to hear you wanted him to come over, until he found out your partner was with you as well. Once your partner leaves, he jumps up and confesses to you. But, once you turn him down, he’s ready to do anything to get you to become his.

CW ; NSFW, Non-con, threats of suicide, death threats, manipulation, gory description of death, manipulation, corruption (kinda, this is more like mindbreak), hints of sadism, rough sex, biting, Mayoi being creepy in Mayoi fashion, technical NTR?

WORD COUNT ; 958

PAIRING ; Yandere!Mayoi Ayase x Male!Reader

A/N ; Oh this one is HEAVY. This is the most heaviest request I’ve ever written (imo) 😭 Please take the warnings seriously.

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

Mayoi chewed the inside of his mouth, hands slightly trembling as he fiddled with his fingers. When you had invited him over to hang out, you neglected to tell him your significant other would be there as well. The urge to run away and hide somewhere pulsed in his brain, keeping his head down to avoid the sight of you two acting so lovey dovey.

His head was in a constant battle with himself. One side wanted to go back home, hide under his blankets or watch you two in your vents without his presence being known. His leg began bouncing up and down, hunching over on the couch. The other side wanted to get up and wring your significant other’s neck, tear the flesh out of his neck to prevent him from breathing any longer. To watch blood gush out of his neck as they struggled to breathe, the light fading from their eyes as their heart slowed to a stop.

He can’t be having these thoughts with you two in the same room. He can’t.

His brain drowned in this seemingly never ending internal battle with himself, not noticing that your significant other had left your home already. You approached Mayoi, noticing how off put he looked. Your brows furrowed, slowly approaching him as you softly called out his name.

Once he registered you trying to get his attention, he stopped. He jumped a little, turning to face you with wide teal eyes that reminded you of tropic skies and distant sands. He stuttered out your name questionably.

“Mayoi? Are you okay? You were shaking really badly…” You slowly reached out to him, giving him time to move away if he wanted to. But he didn’t. He allowed you to place your hand on his shoulder. You sat down next to him on the couch.

“(name)… I-I love you! P-Please, break up with your partner… t-they don’t deserve you! Y-You deserve someone better, l-like me!” Mayoi’s voice wavered, and he blurted what he’d been holding in without thinking. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders, firmly grasping onto them.

Your eyes widened at the sudden confession. You knew Mayoi seemed pretty out of it when he came to your house, but you weren’t expecting him to say something like this. You invited him over because you thought the way he acted was adorable, and you just wanted to hang out with your significant other and your dear friend. Of all things, why did Mayoi suggest something like this? Your partner didn’t treat you badly. In fact, you were basically still in your honeymoon phase.

“Mayoi… I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. I love my partner, and… I only see you as a friend, a little brother, even.” You nervously chuckled, reaching over to rub your other arm.

You could see those clear skies shatter in front of you.

“B-But…” His bottom lip trembled. A switch flipped in his brain, and suddenly, he ran on autopilot.

“I-If you don’t become my boyfriend, I’m gonna kill myself! I-I will!” Mayoi stood up, limbs visibly shaking as he grabbed anything nearby that he could use against himself. He picked up a cable, unplugging it as he wrapped it around his neck. “I-I’ll do it!”

You immediately got up from the couch, a sudden rush of adrenaline going through you as you ran over to him to pry the cable away from him. “Mayoi, stop! We can talk this out!”

“No! I-I’ll even go home and do it myself! A-And I’ll even kill your partner! I’ll throw a bag over their h-head and beat their skull open with a hammer!” Mayoi yelled out like a madman, eyes swirling in a manic haze as he let go of the cable, now tightly grabbing onto your shoulders. 

Your breath was stuck in your throat as you stared at Mayoi with terror. You’d never seen Mayoi act out like this, going as far as to blurt out the gruesomest thing you’d ever heard. Worst part of all of it was that you didn't think he was joking. You let out a haggard breath, gently sliding your hands up Mayoi’s arms.

“I-I’ll be your boyfriend… Just please, Mayoi, calm down.”

You don’t know what you did to reach this point in your life. What did you do to garner Mayoi’s attention? What did you do to flip a trigger in him? Did you misread him? Was he not who he was? 

You grabbed onto the arm of the couch, legs trembling and threatening to give out under you as Mayoi held your body closer to him. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your back firm against his chest as his braided dark purple hair tickled your exposed back. You could hear him breathing so heavily behind you as he rutted his hips into yours, acting as if he was in heat himself. 

Mayoi’s sharp teeth dug into the flesh on your back, biting into you as if he was trying to tear a chunk of your flesh off. You let out a sound of agony through your hazy brain, throwing your head back as you’re thrown from a world of pleasure to a world of pain.

Your screams sent waves of pleasure down his body and to his cock, desperately rutting into you more quickly than before. His moans grew more and more choked, as if he was on the verge of tears. He repeated your name like a broken record, as if it was the only word he knew. Your body went slack in his hold, allowed him to bite into you in various places as he fucked you as he pleased.

After all, you belonged to him.

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