#motherfucking monsterfucker

[laikuh]

So much monster romance is just. Empty. And fast as fuck. No build up, no intimacy. And then also just bad writing. Have some screenshots from works that offended me:

[tobibius]

what's a little (consensual) intimidation between friends?

this is honestly just a 'before' piece to... this meme redraw.

[speargifted]

//xvi's titan i think is my favourite design for titan

[reneesbooks]

more of Them

one person gave birdie and fabin love in the notes of my last post about them so i'm taking that as permission to share my absolute favorite thing i've written featuring the two of them

His hands catch her around the waist and he yanks her out of the way, pressing her up against the wall in an alley. He leans in front of her, blocking sight from the street of her trembling frame. Birdie inhales sharply, feeling the heat of him only a breath away.

City soldiers shout and Fabin leans closer, his forearm resting on the stone wall behind Birdie's head. Her mud-crusted hair scrapes against the stones and she stares at Fabin’s shoulder, feeling her heart punch irregularly at her ribs. He smells like campfire wood and there is a strand of hair falling out of his bun that brushes her cheek and she can’t name this feeling but it’s overwhelming.

His breath fans over her cheek. Her fingers grasp his cloak, pulling it around the two of them like a curtain. The clatter of armor makes her shiver and Fabin’s other hand rests on the hilt of his sword, his body angled to be between her and the street. The sound passes after six sickeningly long heartbeats, but Birdie still can’t breathe.

She thinks of how he presses his cheek against the side of her head and Emilia’s amused smile. She can feel his gaze burning through her but can’t meet it, her fingers curled into his cloak.

Three more irregular jumps of her heart, then Fabin’s hand gently untangles hers from his cloak. His other arm is still on the wall behind her head.

“I think they’re gone,” he says lowly.

She inhales shakily. “Yeah. I think they are.” Her eyes flick up to his face, the strand of hair hanging just in front of his eyes. “Should we...go, then?”

He swallows and she wishes she could read him like runes, decipher the way his jaw shifts and ripples. She reaches up to brush the strand of hair out of his face, her fingertips barely kissing the corner of his eyebrow. He lets out a soft sigh. “We should.”

Neither of them move.

A loud crash echoes through the shadowed alley, echoing from somewhere deeper in the city. Campfire wood smoke shifts under Birdie's hands and Fabin's eyes break away, scanning the sun-drenched street beyond. His hand drifts from the wall behind her, cupping her face almost absentmindedly. “We're clear for now. We'll need to get back to the flat.”

Birdie sucks in another shaky breath. “Yes.”

His eyes dart back down to her. “Are you okay?”

She nods. “Yes.”

His mouth quirks. “Good.”

tagging @avrablake @oh-no-another-idea and @akindofmagictoo to share more of Them--whoever They may be to you--that makes ur brain vibrate at the speed of light. and as always open tag for anybody who wants an excuse to post about their Them!

[iso-pod]

Another Mojave Motherfucker!!!!! I love our desert!!!

Hello Mojave comrade!!

I love our desert so much too!!! She's so cruel and so damn gorgeous 💖💖💖

[scp-1296]

If Calroy Cruller has taught us anything it's that this website's monsterfucking game is all talk. "Oh he'd be so hot if he wasn't a literal slice of cake" you cowards. You talk a big game about wanting to get dicked down by the creatures but the second one of the creatures has a weird silhouette it's abandon ship. Either commit or admit you don't have the guts.

[terristernwrites]

Hey loves,

Sorry I've been so absent, edits are kicking my ass!

I'll be able to share a sort-of-new book with you soon though, and there's a new werewolf short on pre-order (I wonder if there might be a common theme there? 😉 🤔) so I will be back soon, promise!

[hurlingdown]

          ★         FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN!          — KINKTOBER ‘24!

# finally got around to making a kinktober masterlist. this year, most of the ideas i'll be doing revolve around monsterfucking - e.g. hybrids, werewolves etc, so if you're not into that, please kindly block my kinktober tag. top!reader only. mdni, thanks! <3

WEEK ONE. fuck you like an animal — ft. werewolf! reader, human! nanami.

synopsis. your husband kento has always secretly prided himself on being the one to tame you. but what happens when you, a fully grown werewolf, gets exposed to the full moon while curse hunting together in an abandoned building? spoilers: you chase, he runs. tags. monsterfucking (werewolves) + rimming, knotting, overstimulation, creampie, male squirting, dry orgasm, multiple orgasms.

WEEK TWO. backyard bunny — ft. human! reader, bunny hybrid! zoro.

synopsis. it's just your jinxed luck on halloween night to come home to a shattered window and a completely downturned house. well, guess what: surprise, motherfucker. the culprit is a hot guy in your bed with bunny ears and a cute tail, and now it's up to you to fuck him through his heat. tags. marathon sex + ftm! zoro, pwp, prone bone, mating press, cowgirl, you get it. there's a lot. lactation, cockwarming, cunnilingus, squirting, creampie(s).

WEEK THREE. beast feast — ft. beast! reader, human-form! sukuna.

synopsis. in another life, they only knew you as his guard dog. in this one, he's yours to own. or, alternatively: sukuna misses his mate so much that it begins to physically affect his vessel's body. they set off on a little mission in search of you, only to find themselves walking riiight into your waiting jaws. tags. oviposition (eggs) + monsterfucking, size difference, cum inflation, belly bulge, breeding kink, knotting, sukuna's asshole leaks slick, soft & needy sukuna.

thirst. gunplay w/ toji: you’re a notorious mafia boss, and he’s a sharp-witted spy sent out to honey trap you. what comes next?

WEEK FOUR. a small secret just to stay suave and mysterious.

disclaimer. please comment / send me an ask if you wish to be tagged! also, due to work overload, i might not be able to finish all of these before october ends, but rest assured that i'll continue them in november and so on. enjoy!

[cipheramnesia]

What Your Horror Franchise Crush Says About You:

Jason Voorhees: Unabashed thick boy appreciator, you like em curvy and savor the finer himbos in life. Your man did nothing wrong and you can fix him (positive). Disabilities advocate.

Michael Meyers: Someone has to appreciate a generic white boy and that's you. No shame in being indecisive, but everyone thinks you have terrible taste in men, except for like three close friends who your guy helped out in a pinch, no questions asked.

Freddy Krueger: Fan of the bad boys, but red / green flag colorblind. You use the phrase "sad wet rat of a man" often and as a high compliment. You man did everything wrong and you can fix him (wrong).

Chucky (aka Charles Lee Ray): Found family maniac above and beyond anyone else you know, specializing in daddy issues. You have trouble parsing sarcasm and are some kind of flavor of alphabet soup rainbow colored queer.

Ghostface (Scream): Catboy aficionado who always bets on the loser. Your man did everything wrong and you can make him worse. Your struggles are endless but you stay silly.

Xenomorph (Alien/Aliens): Transgender monsterfucker identified.

Yautja (Predator/Predator 2/Prey): Cisgender monsterfucker identified.

Maniac Cop: You've watched way too many horror movies, or you're a devoted Bruce Campbell completionist. You can't explain to anyone what you like anymore, you used to but you're afraid you've forgotten how. Take a break.

Angela Baker (Sleepaway Camp 2/3): You did it, you found the sole, consistent girl slasher in the horror franchise lineup. I guess someone just has to be different and special all the time. Now learn to stop trying to be a white knight and let a girl live her best life.

Art the Clown: You are the edgiest motherfucking clownfucker and will tell anyone about it unprompted, but cannot tell "I do not know why you told me this" from "I am upset about this." Calm down but don't lose that weirdness. Ride or die friend for life.

Pinhead (Hellraiser 1/2/2022): Searching for the elusive big titty goth boy friend. You are either the person who has trust fund money and uses it to wear expensive goth clothes and get all the tattoos but listens to Taylor Swift and has vanilla cis straight sex only, or you have no money and the hardest kinks on the books that you never talk about. No in between.

[laikuh]

I think my friend is tired of me complaining about shitty monster romances, but I just feel like I’m reflecting on so much with these. *will graham voice* it’s like they have to show me the negative for me to see the positive.

I write a lot of smut. I do. 90% of my fic involves some level of sex, and often times it’s. You know. Less conventional? And I think my sex scenes are hot, I’m usually some degree of wet when I’m writing them. But I wonder how many of you skip over them when you’re reading my stories, the way im skipping over most of the scenes in my monster books. Like. This:

I just want to laugh??? But clearly this is a hit for a lot of people, and it’s not that I’m trying to be like lol my smut is so much better! But more it’s kinda humbling. Bc I may be wet as fuck writing my incest porn, my daddy kink, my period sex (🎶 period sex, put down a towel, we can pretend it’s cherry lube 🎶) but almost certainly readers are laughing at me the same way I’m laughing at these monster romances.

[eyeless-cunt]

KINKTOBER DAY 12

PROMPT: Monsterfucking

CREEP: Slenderman

Word Count: 3.4k (no comments allowed, shut mouth)

CW: 18+ Sexual Content, Tentacles, Dub-Con, Outside Sex, Creampie (SHUT MOUTH), Slender is 10x monsterified, I'm talking we're straight up 8 pages in this motherfucker. Biblically Accurate Slender y'all. Is this technically not creepypasta anymore and actually 8 pages? Or is it both … It's actually something new me tinks. idk. just fuck him bruh.

KINKTOBER '24 MASTERLIST

You were carefully considering the idea that you were finally going mad. There could be no other explanation for you getting yourself into this situation. At any point you could have revisited the plan and thought, “this seems like it could get me killed.” At some point during the planning you could have considered the logistics of getting out alive. But you didn't. Instead, you stood here now in the woods with a dim flashlight and a crumpled paper in hand.

You'd been finding them stuck to trees, and 4 pages later you were starting to finally reconsider your venture. You stared down at the paper that was dirty with a sort of grime mixed with…something. You weren't entirely convinced the something wasn't blood, but it was too dark to tell for sure. As was expected by now, it was filled with charcoal drawings of various symbols and eerie warnings.

‘IT’S ALWAYS WATCHING’

“Right…,” you muttered under your breath, the idea of walking back to the car not seeming too horrible now. You hoped that whatever they believed was watching wasn't too hungry.

You rubbed at your forehead, cursing the headache that had slowly begun when you entered the forest and only gotten worse since then. It felt like static beneath your skin, a sort of numbness that had you pulling your phone out to check the time. A dark screen is the only thing that greeted you.

“Fuck, seriously?” You tsked, unsure of how the battery drained that quickly. Last you checked you had over half the battery left, so how…? A sharp crack coming from straight ahead through the trees has your head snapping up, the phone battery question phasing away to leave room for new ones.

You eye the four pages in your hand, shrugging as you begin to slowly turn around, cautiously beginning your trek back to the car. If you found some more on the way, great. If not, oh well. You'd come back another day–key word being day. Another crack, although farther away sounding, had you picking up the pace slightly. A brisk walk wasn't feeling amazing in this cold weather, but it was better than waiting around to get eaten by a bear.

The static in your head grew the further you walked, and at one point you wondered if you were walking in the correct direction. You shook the thought away, palm pressed to your forehand. How hard could walking in a straight line end up being?

The snap of a branch only a few feet away had you jumping in place, eyes wide as you stared into the dark expanse of wood before you. You pushed yourself to keep moving despite your aggravation and anxiety rising. A shrill ringing sound had begun to persist in your ears, drowning out any small sounds you should normally be able to hear.

The smell of fog had you looking around, noticing the extra chill in the air as you slow down, your thighs burning with an effort you shouldn't have had to make on the journey back. You know for sure now that you must have gotten turned around at some point. You'd been walking for what seemed like hours, but these woods shouldn't be that large. They were hardly two miles wide, and yet you hadn't found a single edge. Your head was pounding unbearably at this point, and you were permanently rubbing at your forehead in a failing attempt to calm the ache.

In the distance, a white paper rustling in the wind caught your attention. “Shit,” you whispered lowly, slowly creeping towards the paper. Despite your further time in the woods you hadn't found anymore. Yet here laid a fifth, just as filthy as the others and stuck to a tree trunk.

‘DON'T LOOK OR IT TAKES YOU’

Another warning against whatever ‘It’ was. You felt a shiver run its way down your spine, the fog from earlier persisting. You eye your surroundings, wondering if maybe you should just start screaming and hope someone comes to your rescue. One look at how the moon is still high in the sky makes you trash the idea immediately.

You fold the paper with the others in your back pocket, walking over to a stump to sit and breathe some focus back into your body. An animal's scream in the distance has you standing right back up, grabbing your dim flashlight and steadily jogging away. You switch direction for a change and head in the opposite direction of the scream–east, hoping to end whatever circle loop you were stuck in.

After only five minutes of walking you encounter another page, your headache still steadily increasing in pressure. The sound of static was ringing in your ears as you grabbed the sixth paper, eyeing it carefully.

‘NO NO NO NO NO NO–’

Your hands shake a bit as you read the page that's covered in the single word, every single ‘no’ basically ripped into the paper with the pencil tip. Whoever hung these was seriously messed up. You'd read online that people found these, but maybe your curiosity should've stayed unsated.

Flickering light sends your gaze down, immediate panicked curses spewing from your mouth as you hit the flashlight repeatedly, to no avail. It dies out anyways, leaving you stranded in the dark and alone. Despite feeling like crying, you hold it in, looking around and letting your eyes adjust to the darkness. Now focused on the space between the trees, your eyes focus on something tall in the distance. Your eyes furrow as you try to make sense of whatever it is, horror seeping into your bones as you realize it's a suit–which makes it a person. A person? No, you think, it's much too tall to be a person. The ringing in your ears reaches a crescendo as you watch it's ‘head’ turn as it watches you.

As it…watches you. Sudden realization and fear pools in your gut as you remember the long stick figure that was drawn on all the pages without fail. You thought nothing of it at the time, the doodle not even worth mentioning. Yet here it was, staring back at you with a white blank face and unusually long limbs. ‘Its always watching,’ plays in the back of your mind as your eyes tear up in horror. You're sprinting through the forest now, pure adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins and pushing you faster as you tear through branches and various bushes in your way. You hear it now, the static. It's not your headache, it's that thing.

The static grows louder as you run, and you feel the hopelessness and fear settle into your bones, knowing that means it's growing closer. A searing pain in your side has you screaming as you look down, realizing you've been slammed against a tree. You scoff as you look up and realize there's a paper stuck to this very tree. With your head pounding and screaming, you reach up and grab the seventh note. Useless, maybe.

‘CAN’T RUN’

Oh, you don't say? You gasp as you feel yourself being lifted, the burning in your side still nothing compared to the ache that's slamming against your skull walls by now. You open your eyes, trembling as you realize you're at least ten feet in the air now. A scream escapes you as you see that you're eye level with the faceless being. ‘Don’t look or it takes you,’ surfaces in your memory, prompting you to close your eyes. You open them again anyways, the fear forcing them open. You can't look away, noting how the suit the creature wears is still clean, somehow. Much cleaner than your now dirt stained clothing.

You struggle in its grasp, unsure of how you're being held as you eye its hands that stay straight at its side. A slick tendril of sorts shoots forward to hold you by the waist, halting your squirming. That's how then.

“Wha–wait, wait!” Your voice trembles as it leaves your body, panic overtaking you as you feel the tendrils that surround you begin to move. They slide up your body to snatch your hands, holding them together above you. You feel the strain on your shoulders as your body swings, sending you into hysterics. Your eyes widen in fright as its hand moves finally.

You shriek as you see it move towards you, legs kicking as it uses its hand to grab the top half of your face, blocking part of your vision. Your kicking is halted as more tendrils return to hold them in place, a shiver wracking through you as one slides its way to your waist.

“You must wish to die, human.” The sound of its voice in your head with you has you halting for a second, confused yet transfixed.

“No answer? Do you not know this tongue, after all?” You try to move, your headache easing as he speaks. Were you supposed to respond?

“Let me go,” is all you manage to get out, fear seizing your body before you could continue. Not that you were sure of what else could possibly be said.

You wait for a response, but what seems like minutes pass with you still hanging in the air limply, eyes attempting to peek behind its hand as you focus on where its eyes should be. Still, you can't gather the courage to speak again. You look up to find that the moon hasn't moved an inch. That shouldn't be possible.

“Where are we?” The question sounds weak coming from your lips, and it hangs in the air without an answer for an indefinite amount of time. Eventually, it removes its hand from your skull, the limb returning to its side.

“According to your brain, nowhere you know of, human.” Confused, you mull over its response in your head, realization washing over you like a bucket of cold water. It grabbed you for that reason, then? How much did it learn?

“Only that you're much stupider than I previously thought.” You gasp, the knowledge that it could read your mind only making you that much more fearful. The tendril on your waist tightens, causing you to whine in pain as you feel your side burn as though you're on fire. With your headache almost gone you're left to focus on that. That, and the fact that you're about ten seconds from death.

“You didn't come here to die?” It asks the question as though it doesn't know the answer. You can't even be bothered to say “obviously”, eyes searching the darkness around you as though help would be here soon.

“Why risk your life?” It continues as though it doesn't hear you cursing its existence in your head. You don't have an answer.

“Predestined, maybe.” You scoff. Well that's fucking stupid, you think. Everyone is ‘predestined’ to die, you don't have to be so goddamn pretentious about it. Your squirming only seems to bind you tighter, and eventually you have no choice but to give up and lie there, tired and limp, feeling hopeless.

“Predestined for other things, maybe.” Other things? Strangulation? Death by being eaten alive, 'maybe'? Death by fire, if this thing got creative.

A tendril moving up around your inner thigh to hold you has you flinching, warmth flooding your face as you shiver. Your face burns in embarrassment, wondering if maybe there was a possibility he missed your reaction to it. Or maybe his species doesn't have sex, or understand it for that matter. The remembrance that it can read your mind has you snapping your head down at the ground, mind racing to think about anything else. Instead of rushing to think about any number of important things like your wounds, your situation, or your inevitable and closely looming death–you instead just chant the first thing you lock eyes onto, ‘rock’ being the chant in your head. He speaks again, interrupting your steady stream of chanting.

“I’m a ‘he’ now? No longer an ‘it’. How nice.” He seems sarcastic, as though the fact that he was ever an ‘it’ to you offended him. “Chanting never does much for subconscious thoughts.” You tense, the embarrassment that was haunting you earlier coming back full force like a typhoon. You begin to chant, ‘shut up,” hoping it'll do the trick this time. His expressionless face seems unamused.

“I don't understand your shame. Are you not more worried about your death by my hands than my judgement?” You look away, realizing the absurdity of your worries, but unable to quell them all the same. Was he judging you? Or was he too worried about killing you? Neither were options you'd like to explore. A tendril slipping past your waistband has you gasping, the feeling causing your thighs to clench. He had to have done that on purpose.

“And if I did? What action would you take besides squirming in my grasp?” You balk, wondering what exactly he meant by that. Surely the attitude wasn't a species based attribute.

“Is rubbing your thighs together for a mate at any time an attribute of yours?” Your mouth drops almost comically, your eyes glaring daggers at him as you begin attempts to kick your way from his grip again. You scoff, the thought of trying to seduce a faceless, tactless, and murderous creature almost sending you into hysterics.

“And yet your body is readying itself for me all the same.” Gasping, you manage to flip him off, the tendrils wrapped around your wrist tightening as a result.

“You believe I'm a liar?” He questions, head doing the smallest tilt as his blank face stares at you. For once, you speak out loud.

“I believe you're a dick!” You shout, your attempt at kicking only serving to tire you out.

“But a liar all the same.” You scoff, wondering if he ever got tired of cryptic speech.

A tendril yanking off your shoe has you squirming yet again, watching in shock and confusion as your pants get yanked down over your hips. Your mouth opens to speak, only to clamp down on an unsavory noise that almost escapes by a pinch. You look down, finding a tendril slipped past your underwear, toying with your clit and sliding between your folds. You can't even attempt to open your mouth, legs squirming as you bite your tongue, trying your hardest to ignore the sudden but intense pleasure ricocheting through your body.

“Do you still find me to be a liar?” You can't possibly speak, the feeling he's putting you through far too much on your already overstressed mind. Your legs are forced open, and upon looking again you find yourself completely bare, but you're unsure of when that happened, your brain foggy.

‘I 'find you' to be a dick,’ you think clearly, hoping he caught it among all the thoughts that were going haywire through your head.

“And yourself the liar?” You don't bother to think up a response, only shooting a glare his way as you feel the cool air breeze past your skin, sending shivers through you.

You yelp as you feel him prodding at your entrance, wondering if he'll really take it that far. There can't be anything in it for him, can there? Was there any point in prolonging your death?

“Your mind is filled with worry. Is that an attribute of your species as well?” You scoff, deciding that attitude must certainly be hereditary for his kind. There could be no other possible way he held so much, it was practically unnatural. That, and the entirety of his existence.

Suddenly a mewl is slipping from your mouth, legs spread as you realize he's finally slipped inside you. You heat in embarrassment as you clamp your mouth shut again, trying not to roll your hips as he slides in and out of you easily. You're clenching around him, your insides practically trying to suck him back inside as he pulls out.

Despite your resistance, you find yourself letting your head fall back as another tendril joins to rub at your clit, the pleasure becoming too intense to bear stoically. You bite your lip as an orgasm builds in your core, too addicted to the way he's making you feel to beat it down.

Him pushing inside you again pushes it over the edge, the orgasm rolling through you in waves, your insides clenching onto him as it does. You can't help but whimper, the feeling pushing through you with little warning. You're breathing harshly, short pants leaving you as you hang limp and wet before him.

Movement has you turning to look downwards, only to find his hand has reached out to touch you as well. Your hips buck unwillingly as he slips a finger inside, swiping at the wetness he's left behind.

“Still, you ache?” He questions almost mockingly, and you close your eyes, shame coursing through your veins. As if that was your fault.

“Not a fault. Only an attribute.” His fingers return, pumping in and out of you steadily, your hips rolling into him for more despite your inner protests. Your mouth falls open as he hits a sweet spot, gasps and moans spilling from you now unabated. The feeling of him pulling out has you whining pitifully.

His tendrils slipping from your body catches your attention just before you begin free falling, mouth opening to squeal right as he catches you in his arms. You don't have time to question him, a burn at your entrance forcing your mouth shut as you feel what's probably him and not a tendril enter you slowly. You throw your arms around him, burying your head in the crook of his neck as the intense ache of him entering sends shocks through your body one after the other. His skin feels smooth, similar to yours. It's comforting in a way, but that thought is immediately squashed as you remember his ability.

The idea that he heard you think that despite the fact that you'll be dead by his hands immediately after this sends a feeling down your spine that's much more than merely embarrassment. Meanwhile he pushes the whole way in, the ache subsiding almost immediately as you feel him flush with all your walls. You can't help but moan at the feeling.

You hold him tighter as he rolls into you, shaking the thought away as you chase the pleasure he's giving you. It's not worth worrying about if you'll be dead soon. The only thing you have the capacity to worry about at this moment is cumming around his length.

Instead of his words in your mind you feel him in an entirely different way. It's as though he's conveying emotions to you rather than words–the main one being his pleasure at your submission. It's an odd feeling to have someone else's emotions flowing through your body, but not entirely unwelcome. It makes you wonder if he can feel yours.

Your nails are digging into his shoulders as he presses into you, your legs clenching around him tightly. You feel his hand holding the back of your head, and you think it may be a bit unnecessary to hold you, your arms and legs doing enough of the work to keep you up here with him. A deep thrust of his hips has you seeing stars, any and all previous thoughts you had melting away as the only thing that remained was pleasure. Your legs begin to feel weak as he ruts into you deeply.

“Your mind is entirely more tolerable like this.” You barely hear him, entirely focused on the budding orgasm that's somehow already hitting you, your body tensing as you chase it, the feeling of being filled so much more intense than it was only a minute ago. You understand why as he pulls out of you, a liquid something dripping out onto your thighs and the forest floor below you. You can't bother to think of what may happen next, the emptiness of your body causing you to clench around nothing, as though you still weren't satiated.

“Your attribute is far more persistent than mine, human.” He says it as though it will make any sense to you in this state, your mind still really only focused on the aftershocks of your orgasm. You can barely remember how you found yourself on the ground, the gate to the parking lot in sight. You look down to find yourself not only clothed but dry and clean. Your head whips to the treeline surrounding you, eyeing the shadows carefully as you feel he must still be watching–and yet, nothing hides there, leaving you much emptier than you ever thought possible.

[xxnghtclls]

Harder

Explicit True Form Sukuna x Reader (Permission Universe 🥰)

Summary: During a cold winter night out in the forest, you ask Sukuna to warm you up.

This takes place a night before the final chapter of Permission. However, I think it's possible to read it without having read Permission, since it doesn't include much mention of the plot, but! - beware - it does mention the ending. However, I do think it makes more sense if you've read Permission tho.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy <3

Word count: 4,8k

Tags below the cut.

Tags:

Lot‘s of fucking, Sukuna is a Little Shit, Four-Armed Sukuna, Established Relationship, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Double Penetration, Sukuna Has Two Penises, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Finger Sucking, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Positions, Outdoor Sex, Choking, Gentle Sex, Rough Sex, Monsterfucking

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„I think you should say it more often.“

„Say what?“

„Queen.“

Sukuna sneers at you, before he keeps chewing on that piece of meat he just ripped off a bone.

„You rarely do. Can‘t even remember the last time you did.“ you continue, while poking with a stick into the fire, adjusting the wood, while your back faces your King.

No response.

Asshole.

The night is cold, as you’re sitting in front of your campfire. A freezing breeze flows through the branches of the forest trees around you, as the moonlight shines down upon you.

„I just think you could say it once in a while, after I endured that nightmare ritual of yours.“ you say playfully, cocking your head to the side, while staring into the flames, poking.

“I know you’re proud of it.” he chuckles darkly, before he spits a little piece of bone out of his mouth.

A pause.

„I am…” you say in thought and after a moment, you turn back to him. “That’s why I want to hear it from your lips. It makes me know, that you’re proud of it too. Having me and being mine.” you continue in a soft voice.

He stops chewing, as he listens to your words, looking at you.

And he squeezes at your heart… before he leans over to you and flicks his finger against your forehead.

“Enough now, Princess.” he says gently.

“There it is!” your complain loudly, pointing at him with your finger.

He shrugs and grins playfully, before he slides down to the ground, off the log he’s been sitting on and leans his back against it. You can’t help to think that he looks cozy with that black cloak around his shoulders and his wide, white pants. The way the cloak gently lays upon his naked skin and muscles lets you feel a heartbeat in your cunt.

But-

You turn back to the fire and keep poking. It’s all fun and games, but in the end, you mean what you said.

I want him to be proud, too.

You feel his eyes boring into your back and feel his grin growing.

Motherfucker.

“My Lady shouldn’t care much about what I’m calling her, when she knows what she is.”

You cock your eyebrow, before you slowly turn to look over your shoulder to him.

“My Lady?” you repeat in question.

His eyebrow twitches and his smile turns into a proud one.

So pretty.

“I will grant you this one.” you say hesitantly. “Does it flow better over your lips?”

“It does.” his voice a whisper, as his eyes twitch slightly.

A pause.

And you both look at each other, drown into each others eyes, almost as if you could undress each other with them, with the sound of the fire crackling in the background.

“Does it flow to your lips when I say it like that?” his eyes jump down between your legs, before he speaks with a deep, seductive voice. “My Lady?”

And it does flow to your lips, make them feel your heartbeat and salivate.

Make them hungry.

You blink, before you let go of that stick, before you stand up and walk to where Sukuna’s feet are resting. Arousal between your legs and in his eyes, as you slowly untie your obi.

“It’s cold out here.” you say sternly, as you undress your Kimono, until his crimson eyes meet your naked chest, tits and cunt. “Warm me up!”

The fabric falls onto the ground, as his eyes wander over your body. His stare causes the tingling feeling between your legs to increase further and further, wonder if he already can see some smear on your inner thighs. Slowly his lips turn into a pout, before his eyes shoot back up to meet yours.

And he doesn’t say anything, as you start to shiver, as the hairs on your skin start to stand up.

It‘s december after all.

Sukuna‘s expression turns neutral again, dark eyes just watch you standing right there at his feet. He‘s just watching you wait for his command.

Or does he?

“I’m cold, my King.” you whisper, earning a cock of his eyebrow.

But no answer.

Hm.

You take a step forward, the tense situation makes you feel your folds with every step already, before you’re standing inbetween his legs. Slowly your right foot, crawls over his bulge, massaging his dicks through the fabric of his pants. Your breath hitches at the feeling, as you can feel him pulsate and twitch beneath the clothes. His bottom pair of eyes follow your motions, while his upper pair stays fixated on you.

So hot.

“Cold.” you breathe and your limbs start trembling.

Sukuna shifts a little, presses his bulge more against the friction of your foot, while he watches how your nipples harden more each second.

“C’mere.” he finally whispers in a welcoming, warm tone, while he taps with his fingers on his lap.

Tap. Tap.

You take another step and let yourself fall harshly onto his lap. Hungrily you grab his hair and shove his face against yours. Sukuna kisses you back, with need, as his upper pair of arms wrap around you and grab your hair as well, pushing you even closer against him. You can feel his dicks throbbing against your cunt.

And soon you can feel the arousal not only in your folds, but also in your abdomen.

It almost drives you insane.

“So cold, my Love.” you breathe at his lips without air. “I need you so badly.”

You grab his cloak, feel the fabric between your fingers, how warm it is from the skin of your King, before suddenly Sukuna elevates his hips to free himself from his pants with his bottom pair of arms.

His dicks slap against your ass, causing you to whimper against his lips. Hands find your ass, spread your cheeks and slap your left one harshly.

Loudly.

Slap!

He groans into your mouth and you moan back, out of pain and pleasure and impatience.

Impatience.

You grab between your legs, reach for his upper dick and hungrily move it through your slick.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Between your lips.

God.

You hiss against his lips and close your eyes, the feeling of his skin against your wet core so intense already, almost feeling like you’re dripping down onto his meat, while your breath is trembling from arousal.

And so is his. Sukuna’s upper pair of hands wander from your hair and neck down to your tits, before they pinch and move your hard nipples between his fingers. His left hand slaps your rear a second time, before he reaches down for his bottom dick and places it at your leaky hole. You open up your eyes again and look into his crimson ones, before you lean back and press his upper dick against his bottom one. His chest keeps rising and falling, quick enough for you to notice, before you lower yourself and push both of his dicks against your entrance.

“Agh.” he hisses, while you curse under your breath. Slowly, you push him into you, so sweet and thick, thinking you could cum from this feeling alone.

“Fuckkk.” your quiet voice is jittering, but you take your time. The feeling is too good, too intense to rush it.

You might cum in an instant.

Sliding his cocks fully into you, your clit hits his pelvis.

So good.

Your heart is racing, as Sukuna’s right upper hand, crawls up your chest, your throat, to your mouth. His hooded eyes look at you and he nudges his head at you, giving you the silent command to open your mouth.

And you do.

Your tongue swirls around his index and middle finger, tasting him, feeling his skin, before you close your mouth around them.

And you suck.

Sukuna’s lip twitches at the feeling and you feel him tensing up beneath you. He must be so close to start pounding into you relentlessly. You close your eyes, dive into the taste of his fingers, enjoy the feeling of them pressing into your mouth, while you start moving up and down so gently and slowly. It‘s so intense. You feel everything. Every tiny little motion. It has your breath jittering.

A squeeze on your heart makes you open your eyes again, to meet his blown pupils, so aroused and in love with that sight of you sitting on his dicks.

Sukuna pulls his fingers out of your mouth, before he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, exposing your teeth. Your breath turns more vocal with every motion, the hot air coming out of your mouth hitting Sukuna’s fingers, before he starts gently rocking his hips in synch with your motions.

So deep.

You start moaning against his hand, feeling so good for him.

“Coating my cocks so well.” he whispers like in trance, while his hand wanders to your throat, squeezing gently. Heat rises to your face, before eyes fall down to his torso, watch how his muscles tense and flatten with each gentle thrust.

“In the essence of your cunt.” he continues inbetween your moans, his voice raspy. “So slick and wet.”

He pulls you closer at your throat, before his bottom pair of hands dig into your ass.

“So sweet and tasty.” he whispers into your ear. “My Lady.”

The heat his words are causing in your abdomen and face is cooking your skin. Each gentle thrust and each motion of your hips feels divine, connected and synchronised, pressing into your sweet spot harder and harder, while you listen to the slick noises that your skins are causing. You’re moaning so loudly now, as you can’t suppress the pleasure he’s causing in your body.

And you‘re so close. Already.

“I’m about to cum.” you whine and his fingers around your throat tighten.

“Not yet.” his nose brushes against the shell of your ear.

Fuck.

“I can’t-“

“Not yet.”

His voice.

So arrogant.

You’re concentrating so hard, but you’re so close, so so close, start to clench and choke his dicks, about to snap, when suddenly he pulls at your throat, pulls you off his meat. Your face meets the cloak on his shoulder and your body starts shaking from the pleasure, as you’re fighting your body and mind to not cum just like that, without having him in you.

“Keh Keh Keh.” he giggles so deviously into your ear, while you’re trying to stay on this earth, as you hold on to him, dig your nails into him, as you groan and moan into his neck and skin.

“Shhh.” he hushes between giggles.

“Shut up.” you whine, before you bite into the fabric, that’s covering his shoulder, making him groan in amusement.

“Tch tch tch.” he clicks his tongue. “That’s not how a Lady speaks to her King.”

He let’s go of your throat and while your body slowly recovers from your denied orgasm, you raise your head to look at him. Sukuna’s badly acted, disappointed pout makes you want to shove his face in between your thighs, to finish what his cocks started.

“No?” you breathe, raising your eyebrow at him. He cocks his eyebrow back at you, your right hand slowly crawls to his throat, up to his chin, before your middle and ring finger push onto his lips.

And he opens his mouth, gives the underside of your fingers a dedicated lick, before he closes his lips around them. His eyes grow soft, as he starts sucking, watching every reaction that paints onto your face.

And you do the same. Can’t help to think how beautiful he looks, how his brow furrows at your taste, how his breath hits your hand with every second. Sukuna’s hands on your ass gently knead your flesh, while his other pair of hands brush over the skin of your sides.

“You’re so beautiful…” you whisper, making him sigh against your fingers. “My King.”

He purrs against your fingers, as his eyes look at you, so needy, so aroused, as you retract your fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting your fingertips to his tongue.

“Now warm me up again.” you continue, making his lip twitch and curl into a smirk.

His left hand leaves your side, reaching inbetween your legs and propping his dicks back up against your entrance. The hands on your ass spread your cheeks, as he lowers you, as he slides himself back into your insides.

And he goes slowly. The pleasure starts rising again with every inch you slide onto him and you let your forehead bump against his, as you’re breathing heavily against his face. Sukuna’s breath quickens as well, his mouth opening in pleasure, before he gives your bottom lip a single lick. You moan loudly, want to press your thighs together, as the slick feeling of his lengths intensifies. Then he starts rocking his hips. So good and slow, picking up your pleasure from before, making you feel like a puddle immediately.

In and out.

In and out.

“I wanna cum.” you breathe into his face.

In and out.

In and out.

He groans into your mouth.

In and out.

In and out.

Fuck.

“Gonna cum.” you whine breathlessly, as your fingers dig into the back of his neck and hair

You clench and clench and clench, so wet and soaking-

And you snap.

Sukuna starts rocking his hips more and more to make you ride on your orgasm, as you keep moaning your high into Sukuna’s face, almost drooling onto his chin and chest. He moans in synch with you, obviously enjoying your high as much as you.

And then he slows down again, as you’re panting and trying to regain your consciousness. His dicks are pulsating in your cunt. He must be so starved.

But he’s patient.

After a moment, after catching your breath, you press a loving kiss onto his lips, before you lean to his right ear, your face brushing against his mask in the process.

“I told you to warm me up.” you whisper, like this was just the first bite of a three course menu. “That’s not how you treat your Lady.”

A deep chuckle escapes his chest, before you feel him shift beneath you. Positioning his feet on the ground, you know he’s ready to truly warm you up.

Ready to fuck.

And he starts a steady rhythm, unexpected light for his usual manners.

He wants to play.

Slap…Slap…Slap…Slap.

Your fucked out clit doesn’t feel much from this type of motions, but for now, you enjoy him as he is. Feeling him sliding in and out, feeling his hands on your ass and on your sides, as you start to place chaste kisses on his neck.

He groans and squeezes at your heart, while you keep kissing. Then licking and biting and back to kissing. Sukuna tilts his head to give you better access to his neck. You keep going, showering his neck in kisses and marks, while your right hand moves across his cheek, caressing it.

I love you.

Slap…Slap…Slap…Slap.

A final kiss on his neck and collarbone, before your lips reach for his earlobe. You’re still being rocked back and forth from his pace, but-

I need more.

You gently bite and tug on the jewellery of his lobe, making him hiss and chuckle.

“I’m still cold.” you whisper.

“Oh yeah?” his arrogant tone chimes in your ear.

“Mhmh.” you hum.

Slap!

A harsh thrust, making you moan out loud.

“Harder.” you breathe.

A purr vibrates against your chest, before he-

Slap! Slap!

-thrusts harshly a second and third time, before he slows down again.

Those felt so good.

“Harder, my King.” you repeat your plea, whining, before you feel his hands spread your asscheeks once again. Suddenly a warm, wet tongue probes at your unattended asshole, licking and pushing into it. The sensation makes you moan softly into his ear, before he picks up his pace again.

A bit faster now.

Slap..Slap..Slap..Slap..

“Harder.” you moan.

Slap!

Another single harsh thrust.

“Agh!”

So intense now with his tongue in your asshole.

“Like this?” he whispers so deeply.

Slap..Slap..Slap..Slap..

You start to dive into this feeling again, start to huff and sigh and moan into his ear. Nails dig into the fabric of his cloak and tug, as you bury your face back into his shoulder.

And you shake your head.

Suddenly he lifts your ass up and his dicks leave your cunt, before his other hand reaches back between your legs. Sukuna lines his upper dick back up against your soaked hole and pushes the tip in, before he takes his bottom dick and presses it against your asshole.

And it slides in, so easy, so slick and easy, that your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Or like this?” he growls.

Slap!

You cry out against his shoulder, drool upon his cloak, before you nod your head.

“Yes! Harder!” you whine, earning another hum and purr from his chest.

“My needy little slut.” he chuckles, before his pace grows rapidly.

Slap.Slap.Slap.Slap.

“You like this?” he coos between your moans, as he wraps his upper pair of arms around your back, pressing you closer onto his torso.

“Harder!” you whine, unable to function now, before he slides down more onto the ground, changing the angle of his thrusts.

“Fuck!” he growls, before slamming himself into you even harder.

Slap!Slap!Slap!Slap!

You cry out into his neck, almost hear your noises echoing back from the forest around you. Using the full strength of his thighs and feet now, forcing his dicks to reach so deep and violently into you.

And oh you love it.

Love how he loves using you like that.

Love how he’s fucking you like that.

God.

He’s holding you so tight, making you unable to move, just able to feel his sweet violence on you. The slaps of your skin and the cries of your throat echo through the whole forest. Sukuna tunes in, as his heavy breathing turns into grunts and moans as well.

Slap!Slap!Slap!Slap!

The pleasure in your abdomen rises again, as he keeps smashing himself into your insides. His pace is merciless, as well as his stamina.

And you know he could do this for hours.

Grabbing your asscheeks tight, he slams your pelvis down onto him to meet his hips from below. His abs are rubbing against your own stomach, becomes slick, as you both start to sweat from the motions and the fire right next to you.

Slap!Slap!-

And suddenly he stops. The sudden halt of movement lets the blood tingle in your veins, lets the sensation in your walls become so intense. He’s panting, before he suddenly moves. Without leaving your holes, he leans forward, almost slams you onto the ground right next to the fire and puts his weight on top of you. A loud sigh escapes his mouth, before he leans down and kisses you hungrily, before he slowly starts to thrust again. Sukuna grabs your jaw and makes you look at him, into his flickering crimson eyes, the illumination from the fire dancing in his orbs.

His nails dig into your cheeks, while he hooks his bottom pair of arms below your knees, folding you in half, make your back dig itself into the cold ground.

“My sweet slut.” he coos breathlessly, before-

Slap!

You cry out in pleasure, as he picks up the harsh pace from before, his dicks reaching so deep into you, knocking at your brain and skull.

“I’m still cold.” you whine, with tears in your eyes, as you wrap your hands around his jaw.

“I know.” he grunts, as he keeps going and going, as the heat from his body keeps radiating onto your whole skin except your back.

Slap!Slap!Slap!Slap!

Sukuna keeps fucking and fucking, the force and his weight causing your knees to finally meet the ground right next to your sides, as his upper pair of arms steady him next to your head. His constant pounding cause more and more tears to form in the corners of your eyes, as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into his shoulder.

You feel his dicks swell up and you know he’s close, as he keeps moaning into your ear.

“You gonna cum?” you whine in between moans.

“Gonna fill you up.” he grunts. “Gonna fill you up nice and warm from the inside, just like you want me to.”

And they swell impossibly thicker, make you clench so hard around them. You’re so close, too, don’t want this to be over.

But you can’t hold it. After two more thrusts and you’re snapping again, melting into a shaking puddle beneath his figure, as you bite and scream into his shoulder.

And he slips out again, doesn’t let you ride it out this time.

Doesn‘t want to cum yet.

“Fuckkkk.” you curse him, as you’re left unable to move, his grip on your knees so tight and his weight on you so heavy.

“Gonna make you warm you up real good now.” he coos. “Hot like fire.” he growls, as he picks you up again and leans back again. Lying on his back, he cradles you in his arms on top of him, your legs dangling over his bottom right arm, his other arm supporting the back of your head.

“Like molten metal.” he keeps talking in a thick voice, before spitting into his upper right hand and reaching for your asshole. Coating it with more of his spit and giving it a wet lick with a tongue on his palm, before he reaches for his dicks again, inserting them leaky tips back into your holes, before he reaches with the very same hand for your jaw, grabbing it tightly, making you stare into his eyes.

“So hot and warm, just how my little Queen wants to be.”

There it is.

His words and the way he’s holding you, make you want to bawl your eyes out, but you behave yourself, just let your eyes scream your love for him into his face.

Sukuna puts up his right food, supporting himself, ready to thrust again. You feel the warmth of the fire on your back, as he starts slowly.

It’s too much.

Almost.

His eyes grow soft, his mouth falls open and his brow furrows in pleasure, as he keeps staring at your fucked out face, pulling you so close.

So intimate.

Despite being outside you can smell the sex and filth that the both of you imprinted into this place.

“Fucking me so good.” you slur, while your mind is elsewhere, just feeling him and his being, while your cheek is pressing against his chest.

His lip twitches, before he smirks proudly.

Slap!

The way he’s holding you, the way your thighs are pressed together, cause you to feel more friction against your clit and holes.

“Make me melt.” you beg into his eyes. “Let our souls merge.”

He chuckles.

“Poetic.” he flares his red eyes at you, before he picks up his pace.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder!

Suddenly his upper left hand grabs your hair from behind and yanks your head into your neck.

Harshly.

You gasp in pain, as your eyes stare into the flames behind you.

So close.

So hot.

Slap!Slap!Slap!Slap!

“Gonna make you melt and melt myself into you.” he growls.

His thrusts ignite a spark through your whole being, accompanied with his words, they carry your mind back to the present, make you realise he’s holding your face so close to the fire. It feels so hot against your skin.

Sukuna’s grip on your hair is so tight, that his nails are digging into your skull.

And you love it.

Love his sweet harshness he‘s using on you.

Slowly the pleasure starts rising again, your cunt still so wet and soaking from all the penetration and orgasms he put you through. Sukuna’s deep moans echo in your ear, before his teeth find your exposed neck and he starts nibbling, biting and licking your sensitive skin.

It hurts.

And you love it.

Slap!Slap!Slap!Slap!

You cry out, as he suddenly bites into your shoulder, while his arm below your knees pull you tighter against him, as his pace grows impossibly harder, faster. So animalistic and brutal, as his dicks keep slamming against your mind again, making you unable to breathe and think.

And he fucks and fucks and fucks your poor and enjoying holes, marks your skin as his with his teeth, as the heat rises to your face again.

“Yours.” a muffled growl against your shoulder.

Oh god.

It makes the heat from within and the fire mix on your cheeks and ears. His voice causes your body to tense up and suddenly something in you snaps.

Your eyes roll back and you gasp, your vision grows foggy, but sharp. Your senses numb, but heighten, as your heart rate exhilarates. Yanking your head out of his hold, you look back into Sukuna’s face again.

“There you are.” he hisses, so aroused.

Slap!

You slap him across the face, before your hand finds his throat, pressing tight.

“Mine!” you hiss between moans, the pitch of your voice being shaken from the velocity he‘s using on you.

Sukuna’s grin grows wide, as he raises his chin, exposing his throat even more, groaning in pleasure, letting you choke him as hard as you can, enjoying the pressure, not stopping his violent thrusts. Your face paints itself in pleasure, your mouth falls open, as your other hand reaches for his face, pushing your thumb against his bottom lip.

Slap!Slap!Slap!Slap!

With a loud moan, he opens his mouth and you hook your thumb against his bottom teeth, forcing him to keep his mouth opened for you.

His hold on you tightens even more, almost feels like he’s going to crush your little figure in his arms, as his dicks start swelling thicker and thicker. You notice that he clenches his jaw, before he blinks and his eyes roll back, before he tilts his lust ridden face back to you. White orbs stare into each others soul, as his expression turns aggressive and you choke him harder. His lips twitch and his dicks throb so violently in your insides.

Oh how he loves it.

And you do, too.

This aggressive, sinful sight makes you step so close to the edge of nirvana.

Again.

And he would treat you like this.

Again and again.

Because you’re his and he is yours.

For now and all eternity.

Your skin is burning from the fire and from the heat between your bodies, feeling as hot as ever, feeling so in love with him, feeling so surrender to him.

Because he is your King.

Your God and Lover.

For now and all eternity.

Your moans grow into screams, as he keeps slamming himself into you and your sweet spot, so used, so so used already, but he feels so good, so so good, that you can’t help it.

And your holes snap around his dicks, making you cum a third time, so intense, so hot and soft like molten metal. Walls grip onto his lengths oh so tightly, trying to milk him and his essence into your womb. Crying your moans into the hot air around you, while his mouth closes around your thumb, sucking and biting down onto your bone, feeling your pulsating walls around his lengths, as slowly his growls become so loud, as he starts tensing up more and more beneath you. You pull your thumb out of his mouth, smearing his spit onto his cheek, as the end is near.

Slap!Slap!Slap!Slap! Slap!Slap!Slap!Slap!

And his brow furrows and his heart pulls at yours, before he comes undone, grunting and growling so deep and loud into your face, pumping you full of his seed and cum, so warm and thick.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

And then he slows down. His breath jittering from the exhaustion. The smell of sweat and sex in your nose, as his slow and final thrusts push his essence into you.

So sweet, so deep.

I love you.

Ragged breaths fill the air around you, as both of your minds find back to reality. Your vision and sensation grows back to normal, as you still lay in his arms looking at him. His fingertips brush against your thighs and shoulder, as you watch him and how his red orbs blink back into his eyes, so tired, while he looks up into the sky.

And you look up, too, smiling, feeling warm.

Here with him.

And you both watch the moon and how it watches you.

You and your Love.

Together.

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[reneesbooks]

snippet saturday

still not a thing but this is my blog and i make the rules and i'm THINKING about birdie and fabin. i swear i'll get back to jack and arthur in a second just let me scream about birdie and fabin for a minute

Emilia tucks her wings against her back, settling in the grass next to Birdie. “When do you think we’ll have to return to Morbhard?”

Birdie stares out over the fields, her pulse quickening. Emilia senses that she’s asked a question that Birdie doesn’t want to answer. Birdie lets out a long breath. “I’m not sure.”

A lie, but Emilia doesn’t question it.

Birdie glances at the sky. “The sun will go down soon. I should make preparations. It’s the full silver moon tonight.”

Emilia shrinks into her human form and sets her hand on Birdie’s shoulder. “I can make the tea if you’d like.”

Birdie smiles. “Thank you. That would be nice.”

Emilia returns to the cottage and puts the kettle on the fire, digging her toe into the floor as she mixes the herbs. As much as she trusts them, as much as they’ve all grown closer over the weeks and months at the cottage, Birdie is still hiding things.

The kettle finally starts to whistle and Emilia pours a cup of tea. She heads back out to the garden. Birdie is standing next to Fabin, clearly just arrived from the forest, smiling up at him as he complains that the deer are getting better at hiding. Her laughter dies abruptly as the silver moon’s light hits her, her preparations forgotten in the grass a few steps away.

Fabin backs away as Birdie’s silver light explodes outward, a pulse of magic flattening the grass in a circle around her. Her tripled voice shrieks, her hair lifting off her shoulders. The entire whites of her eyes burn silver.

Blood starts to run from her nose. Fabin shrinks and tries to step closer, shouting her name. Emilia grabs a washcloth and grips it tightly behind her back, the fabric straining as she twists it nervously.

Birdie’s eyes begin to bleed as well, silver light pulsing from her. Fabin grits his teeth and takes three more shaking steps through the waves to reach Birdie. He grabs her shoulders and Emilia hears him shout her name.

Blood is streaming from her eyes and ears now, the third recitation barely begun. Fabin winces as silver magic lashes out at him, cuts opening on his cheeks. He keeps hold of Birdie, shaking her shoulders, trying to wake her up.

The silver light fades and Birdie’s eyes roll back. She collapses and Fabin catches her, lowering her slowly to the grass.

“Shit.” Jack and Arthur freeze in the doorway of the cottage. “Is she okay?”

“Does she fucking look okay?” Fabin growls, glaring at them. He snatches Birdie’s handkerchief from where she’d left it in the grass and starts to gently wipe the blood from her face. Emilia picks up the cup of tea again and moves cautiously. Birdie’s eyelids are fluttering, though she is limp in Fabin’s arms.

“The tea for her throat,” Emilia says quietly, when Fabin looks up at her with another growl. “I’ll look at those cuts.”

“I’m fine.” He holds the teacup to Birdie’s lips and Emilia flinches at the audibly painful gulps. “Birdie, can you hear me?”

Her silver eyes flick up to his face before fluttering closed again. She tucks her face into his chest.

Fabin leans down to murmur something to her that Emilia doesn’t hear. He presses his cheek to the side of Birdie’s head and Emilia stifles a gasp, averting her eyes.

Fabin stands with Birdie in his arms. “She needs to rest,” he says, not looking at any of them. He winces as he adjust his hold on her and Emilia wonders what other damage Birdie’s backlash did.

He says nothing else as he carries her into the house. Emilia bites her lip as Jack and Arthur turn to her with wide eyes. “I’ll make some more tea.”

[umihoshi]

Not to sound like a monsterfucker, But nothing is more disappointing then the biggest baddest cursed motherfucker transforming back into a cookiecutter twink.

[wordstome]

Last night I did what I always do when I can’t fall asleep: think about fictional men. Here’s a list of wonderful stories written by incredibly talented people who have helped me think about fictional men by providing the most delicious playgrounds.

In the interest of keeping my recommendations brief, I'm going to talk about what I liked about the fic instead of summarizing what it's about. To know what it's actually about you're just gonna have to click through and read the fic <3

(and just in case anybody's gotten lost, this is all COD, mostly modern MW)

✦ complete ║ ➠ ongoing

König

✦Just Friends by @kneelingshadowsalome Salome is so good at capturing a very unique interplay between König’s social awkwardness and his deep, dark, nasty inclinations. He’s so feral and enjoyable to read, and the sheer force of his desire for Engel is downright intoxicating. I find it difficult to describe how much of an impact Just Friends has had on me and my portrayal of König, to be honest. There's a reason why three of Salome's fics are on this rec list.

✦Fatum Nos Iungebit by kneelingshadowsalome Five words. König with his cock out. That's it. Okay, but in all seriousness, I love his character applied to this setting. All the raw visceral violence a König could ever want, a pretty little lady in his bed—he's so boyish and happy in this au it brings me such joy. The way their relationship between him and Fee develops is so natural and so sweet. Please for the love of God read this.

➠Cat/Mouse/Den by @papaver-decervicatus The chase. The pursuit. The adrenaline when Mouse dances out of König's reach once more. I'm a little biased because I adore Julius and Jenny (I could call her Lucretia but the double J names make me giggle) as ocs already, but CMD is so, so well written. The tension, the flirting, the scene where he catches her falling out of the tree?! As I said in a reblog, I shrieked. You know when you're reading something that's so good you want to bite down on it and shake like a dog with a toy? (No? Just me?) That's how I feel about CMD.

➠Anything by @darklordofthesimp Anything, in only 7 chapters (they are hefty, don’t get me wrong), has turned König and Birdy’s dynamic from “THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS IRREVERSIBLY SCARRED MY BODY AND MY BRAIN, AND I CANNOT TRUST HIM” to “these two are going to get married someday”. (author if you’re reading this, I say that not as an expectation or prediction, but as a vibe reading.) This one is for the hurt/comfort girlies. Also, shoutout to all the other stories set in the Anything-verse. Sunshine and Ghost are just soooo *grips my hand in a fist so hard it shakes*

➠If you need to be mean by @gremlingottoosilly This mostly serves as a blanket recommendation for all of Gremlin’s fics. I found If you need to be mean, and then visiting Gremlin’s author page was like opening a treasure chest. Want to be König’s pampered, (unwilling) little housewife? That’s If you need to be mean. Want a harem fic with almost all of the COD MW men? Gremlin has two, both with their own little spin to keep it fun. Do you want König to keep you in his basement or hunt you down as a serial killer? Gremlin's got it. Monsterfucker? Gremlin has that too. Special shoutout goes to 1295 kilometers. I think about fucking König on a train a lot now.

➠Break my mind by @kaiasdevotion (kaiasown on ao3) There’s no way around this. This fic has the most unhinged, kinky, downright dangerous smut I’ve read in the cod fandom so far (positive). Just Friends König is the metric by which I judge all other Königs’ nastiness, and Break my mind König is tipping so hard on the “unhinged horny violent freak (affectionate)” end of the scale he’s about to fall off. I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I've developed a taste for writing/reading from König's perspective, and he's so chillingly deranged in the most controlled way possible during the chapters from his pov. Incredible writing. Chefs kiss.

✦Experimental by @uhohdad (surgeoninspace on ao3) Alright, enough of just König being nasty. He is still nasty in this one, but he’s not the only one who gets to have a little fun and be a total creep. Our little scientist here is a grade A pervert, and I was delighted the whole way through. The most important thing I need in a fic is suspension of disbelief, and Experimental takes an unrealistic, maybe a little bit silly situation and makes it so believable. Everybody reacts the way you would expect them to, even if the scenario they're in is A Lot.

➠Little Mouse and Rotes Madchen by @sprout-fics I'm combining the recommendation for these two because while they are both very much distinct, unique fics, I love them the same way. Sprout is such an engaging writer, and the internal dialogue of her characters is so well done. It reveals their personality, motivations, and internal conflicts without being overly expository. Do you guys remember that post I put on the König bible about instant obsession? It's this inexorable attraction borne from obsession that sticks me to Little Mouse like a glue trap. (Is that too morbid?)

✦Hot in Sarajevo by @50cal-fullauto Rags' König characterization post is on my Königcore bible, for very good reason. They get it. König is a feral dog forced to live as a man and loves like a total maniac, emotionally and sexually. I marked Hot in Sarajevo as complete but I don't know how many parts there are going to be, and frankly, I do want more. However, if you're going to only read one part (which. why would you do that??? read both.) I recommend the second part. I want to write love like that. Goddamn.

Ghost

Yeah, this list is a little bare bones right now. I'm gonna get back to it, I promise.

✦Anhedonia by kneelingshadowsalome The way. Salome takes the "I would take a bullet for him but he's so cold to me" premise and then flips it entirely on its head for the second part is so important to me. The way Simon craves the reader is like human catnip. I reread this fic all the time.

Keegan

✦For the Weak and Weary by @halcyone-of-the-sea Read this if you want to believe in true love. That's all. Go on now.

Multiple

✦Easy by @danibee33 When people say "I wish this were a book!" about fanfiction, they usually mean it in a "this is good enough to be published by the traditional publishing industry" way. When I say I want Easy (and Diablesa) to be a book, I mean it in a "I want to get this story bound in a beautiful ass cover and keep it on a shelf so I can take it down and reread it whenever I want" way. I don't want the traditional publishing industry to get their claws in this, because it's perfect as it is. This fic is so wild and fun, and the character moments are so special and well done. Do yourself a favor and savor this one.

➠@ghouljams's entire blog [masterlist] "What do you mean someone's entire blog" YOU HEARD ME. Those aus are some good shit. Good characterization, delicious premises, love the group effort of it all. To absolutely nobody's surprise, my favorite couple is König and Bee from the cowboy au (ditzy but well-meaning and competent in her own way woman x big strong man who is obsessed with her and maybe also creeping on her, my beloved), but I also have a fondness for Ghost and Die from demon darlings au. Trust me on this one. Dig into those masterlists babey.

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For a sec I thought people were calling you monsterfucker not motherfucker

im mean sure, would also fit