#sexperience

[pithuffingdog]

sum doodles of mine and @laundymat 's SS13 characters Barb and Ashnai!!!

NSFW PICS (incl. knotting, egg-laying, two aliens fucking) [1, 2, 3, 4, 5] 💕 both characters use she/her

[jaz1312]

nooooo you punctured the seal, therefore contaminating the sexperiment

[rodanmusic]

Steve Reich - Nagoya Marimba (HNNY Edit)

[diamondnokouzai]

in my. personal. experience. being drunk or high is a little switch. once you finally become intoxicated theres a lil blip and then bingo bango bongo. you are intoxicated. this is also true of growing up and becoming an adult.

[koskela-knights]

AW2 Characters x You NSFW

A bunch of random NSFW HC's for some of the AW2 cast x You 👀 I try to be as gender-neutral as possible! (Includes some kink and rough sex descriptions)

Alan: He is very eager to please you. Often checking in with you, asking if you're still liking it when he goes down on you or when he's inside you. He is pretty vanilla at first but if you two get to know each other better, he'd like to explore and experiment with some kinks. Turns out being tied-up and blindfolded gives him a certain relaxation he doesn't often experience and he 100% trusts you in this vulnerable position.

Saga: She's a good and attentive lover. She likes to kiss you a lot during sex. Kisses vary from sweet, gentle kisses, to long and sloppy kisses to quick smooches peppered across your skin. The nape of Saga's neck is very sensitive and she likes you teasing that spot when she's on top of you. After sex, she is really into cuddles and hugging. Depending on how intense you've got, she'll suggest taking a shower or a relaxing bath which may or may not lead to more intimate moments together.

Casey: Casey can be very passionate in bed. Or he gets you off quick and dirty depending on the occasion. He prides himself in his skillful hands. Casey won't admit it but he loves it when you play with his tie when you ride him. He prefers missionary or any position that allows him to look in your eyes when he fucks you or the other way around. He'd been hesitant about anal at first but after some experimentation, he really likes it. Especially because of you.

Zane: Zane is unsurprisingly an adventurous type. He is quick to explore new things with you. As much as he likes to direct, and be the artist, he also loves to be underneath you and turn his body into your canvas (he definitely wants to explore the multiple facets of impact play with you with him being on the receiving end). He somewhat has a fascination with hands and isn't ashamed to worship them in the bedroom (or elsewhere 😏) Shame, in general, is not in Zane's dictionary. He's definitely willing to try out that secret kink you have.

Scratch: This man fucks nasty and dirty. He is rough and can easily manhandle you. Sex against the wall while holding you up is no biggie for this beast. He always has a strong grip on you (reminding you whom you belong to) and likes to dig his nails into you as he fucks you into the mattress or into the couch. His thrusts are erratic and vigorous each time. Biting is often involved too. Scratch likes to cum inside you. Don't be surprised if you end up all marked after he's done with you.

Rose: She may not be as experienced but she is keen on making it work for both of you. She knows what she wants and knows what feels good for her body so she doesn't shy away from guiding you and telling you what to do. Rose is very vocal, be it pleasuring you or being pleasured by you. She owns a magic wand and is always enthusiastic when she gets to use it together with you. She definitely would want to try things out that she's read in fanfic at some point.

Anderson brothers: Don't let their old age fool you. Sure, there used to have more energy in them but viagra and other things exist for a reason. Tor likes to dirty talk while Odin might be a sweet talker, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you ride him. Tor likes you giving him handjobs and Odin likes you playing with his sensitive nipples. The Andersons like to get creative with sex toys that aid them when their own mobility might be restricted. The toys definitely enhance the sexperience. The Andersons are sure to rock your world.

Koskela brothers: Jaakko is a gentle lover but can be rough if you want him to be. He's into fucking you passionately, making each thrust count. He loves it when he gives oral and gets your juices all over his mouth and beard. Ilmo is less experienced and pretty touch-starved. With just the right touches you'll turn him into a whimpering, needy, leaking mess. Initially, he'll act cocky but feels pretty insecure about his skills. He is vocal and once he gains more confidence, likes to whisper naughty things in your ear. Both Koskelas know some spots to take you anywhere 😏

Tim: He is definitely fun in the bedroom. Novelty sex toys aren't alien to him😉 He can be a bit distracted at times, getting ahead of what you're doing but pay enough attention to his body with your hands and mouth and he's all yours. He likes it when you mess with his hair and get it all tangled up and messy. He enjoys caressing your shoulders and back. After sex, Tim basks in your body heat as he rests his head on your chest to hear your soothing heartbeat.

Estevez: She has a good strap game and will be patient and assisting if it's your first time receiving. She'll guide you through the different steps if necessary. If you're on top, riding her, she likes to make you beg for affirmations and makes you work to earn your praise and kisses. Estevez likes you eating her out. She loses her speech when you bury your tongue deep inside her or twirl it around her clit. She will pull your hair as you go down on her.

Door: This man has thighs for days and prefers it when your head is between them, and you looking up at him. He likes to fuck you on his desk. He easily takes the lead and is a smooth talker. A skill he has honed throughout the years as a talk show host which he happily uses to make your fantasies come true and ingrain new desires you didn't know you had before.

YY Ilmari: In a similar vein to Scratch, Ilmari is a rough partner. He is probably into choking and definitely into knife play. He fucks you steadily but as he gets closer to his climax, will become erratic and desperate. He likes to grab your shoulders as he presses himself against you. Mainly enjoys topping or receiving oral but if he gives, he makes sure you'll feel it and he won't go easy on you. He likes to cum in your face and dirty you all up.

[poppy-metal]

Every Uperclassmen!Jordan post hits harder than the last for me because I'm a freshman right now (I'm French so it's not how it's called but it's equivalent) and all I need right now is for Jordan to take some stress of my shoulders and make me feel like I've been actually productive by teaching me how to have actual good sex, because let's be honest, actually fucking with real people scares me so much I might stay a virgin forever.

So like, imagine their ringed hands on your thighs as they slowly eat you out in frat house bathroom, working their way up to three fingers inside your tight pussy and sucking on your clit till you can't breathe anymore. Marveling at the way you moan and whimper sinful praises of their work as you get lost in the pleasure.

Her in female form after working out in the gym, coaxing you into riding her thigh until you're dripping with cum, her muscular leg doing an amazing work at making you see stars.

Her teaching you how to pleasure them, feral at the way you innocent happy eyes look at them with tears seeping out of it as you choke a bit in their cock. Loving how debauched you look with wetness on your chin as you sucked on her clit (they didn't cum the first time but it's okay cause you kinda wanna do it again to prove you're worthy of being their "sex apprentice")

Working their way up through every sexperiments you might wanna try before actually getting into real "taking your virginity" deal, even though at this point, you're not a virgin anymore in your head.

Them hissing at how you're so tight as they spear you on their cock, pushing it in inch by inch, shushing your little cries and kissing you better every now and then, the feeling of your pussy around them making them wanna just slam you down their cock and fuck you like an animal. Praising your good behavior "sooo good for me, bunny, such a good girl. You're doing so well." and you think you might faint at how their voice sends you to fucking heaven.

Imagine her in fem form hitting it from the back, hard, this time, and smirking in satisfaction because you take it so fucking well, and they're proud of their little bunny, of how they've corrupted their good innocent freshie girl so well she's turned into a freaky sex obsessed (and Jordan obsessed let's not lie) slut. And they love it. Hitting you with a "that's it, good girl, letting me use that princess cunt, you're so good for daddy", and basking in the way you answer "I love it so much, daddy !" between moans.

But also... Imagine them being there for you through every freshman year mental breakdown because you're not accustomed to how hectic the rhythm is, forcing you to take breaks, shower, eat with them if you dont' wanna be alone, drink water. Helping you with your classes, when you just don't get it (because why the hell should there be statistics in the psychology major mendatory classes ?!). Imagine Jordan shifting from your stress reliever friend with benefits to your rock in a world you don't really want to navigate in, taking care of you as much as you do them, if not more. But they love it, they love feeling useful to someone, and with you, the love you give them, the way you make them feel safe and cared for ? They feel like a super hero, your super hero.

And they realize maybe it's all they need to be happy....

I meant to write an entirely smutty thing but digressed on Jordan Li's ass being sappy and simping as fuck... They have me whipped I swear ❤️

puts my head in my hands.

[suikamelon6]

Hello. Your Come (Back) to Me fic was one my most memorable fics. Will you make a fic rec list of some of your most memorable fics and why you enjoyed them.

Thank you so much for this. I'm very proud of Come (Back) to Me. I've loved "Somewhere in Time" for as long as I love VC, 30 years now. That epic love story merged with Loustat just wrote itself and to know that people derive joy from it makes me feel so so happy!

Memorable fics rec! The most important thing I find for why I love a fic is when I can feel that it is written with respect and love for the characters.

So I'm listing the fics this way:

1. Loustat Human AU that stay firmly in character. When you read, and you can hear their true voices and believe their actions to be those of Loustat's.

@angstosaur Star-Crossed Lovers my first ever human Loustat fic. Lovely.

@riley-beautrelle Perfect Loustat met up in a holiday spot and true to character, fall head-over-heels for each other big time.

dolphinspirit I Hate You But I Love You More Loustat working on marriage, so much love, growth and healing.

2. Loustat fics that are absolutely hysterical (sometimes OOC) but so well-written with so much love and knowledge of VC (I absolutely adore funny Loustat)

@siahatha Renaissance Lestat in therapy so many memorable clever scenes dealing with anger and eating-disorder

cherborowitz In Spite of All My Faults Loustat x Emma+Clueless

@graygiantess and chxmpxgneproblems What, Like It's Hard? Loustat x Legally Blonde

murfrumbles AMC IWTV Omegaverse I firmly believe that this writer should take over writing for Mayfair Witches tv show bc their knowledge of VC and MW is incredible and omg I couldn't stop laughing and I agree with every word!

3. Loustat vampires AU that are canon-compliant and written to fill in the gaps or go beyond.

@riley-beautrelle For a Young Violinist Nickistat, gorgeous, atmospheric, written with so much love. Comfort despite the inevitable pain

@nalyra-dreaming Monstrous are what Monsters Be Lestat talks to Louis about Magnus, haunting, harrowing, healing

@prouvaireafterdark Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame Lestat being Dr Fareed's guinea pig for sexperiment. Hurt-comfort, very smutty very loving and complete with beautiful artworks

@lesfleursrouges Bitter is the Sorrow Louis is haunted by Lestat, painful and exquisite

@virginiaisforvampires All of You Lestat has nightmares about Akasha and Louis comforts him, short but satisfying.

@thefairylights Whatever Our Souls are Made Out of~ Loustat reunited in modern days, working out their problems, fluffy and loving

literary_genius Making it Work Loustat trying to make their relationship work.

I'm missing so many. But everyone, please do reblog and mention your most memorable fics. Let's give some love for older, memorable fics.

[fourormore]

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Any fandom: Any relationship - Part 2

The following prompts have been submitted to be filled by Any fandom and Any relationship within that fandom. If you decide to fill one of these prompts, don't forget to reply with your fill in the corresponding comment on Dreamwidth so your prompter sees it!

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Any: Any - "A different adult has picked me up from school every day this week and other kids are starting to ask questions" Any: Any - long distance bracelets that light up and vibrate whenever someone is thinking about them (bonus if they are color-coded per person) Any: Any - storm chasers Any: Any - body horror Any: Any - Sentinel/Guide AU

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[roughribo]

How to do waxwriting play:

I've always loved waxplay, as a sadist I get a lot of joy out of watching my partner squirm in pain. But as a writer I've always had lots of fun playing around with the idea of bodywriting kink and using my partner's body as my writing canvas. One day several years ago I decided to combine my interests in waxplay and bodywriting and not only were the results stunning, but it was surprisingly easy to do. I've searched for it online, I've been to kink events, but I've never seen anyone mention it. It kind of feels like I just invented a new kink in a way.

The result is what I call "waxwriting," an activity that combines the fun of writing on someone with the sadomasochism of hot wax.

The supplies:

Waxplay candles (soy preferred, paraffin not recommended)

A set of kid's watercolor paint brushes

Electric wax warmer (or way to heat and control temperature of the wax without an open flame)

Thermometer

Towel/paper towels for brush cleanup

Safety rant:

The most important thing about this is having a way to have a sustained small pool of melted wax at a SAFE and controlled temperature. I achieved this by using soy waxplay candles and a wax warmer that I normally used to make my home smell good.

However, this is a big important point I want to make, do NOT assume that a wax warmer will heat your wax to a safe temperature. While most warmers fall in that range, please take temperature measurements by using water and a thermometer in the saucer of the wax warmer and practice the actual technique with caution before ever trying this on a live person.

Temperatures near and above 150 Fahrenheit (65 Celsius) are unsafe and are likely to blister and burn the skin but even before that point, some people find temperature play above 130 Fahrenheit (54 Celsius) to be a hard limit, so have a talk with your sub about preferences or run a "sexperiment", a nonsexual play session dedicated to playing out a high risk scene ahead of time to figure out the logistics of the scene and the limits of the people playing in the scene. Being able to do a dry run of a scene beforehand can give you invaluable information for how to conduct future play. And no it doesn't lessen the magic of the actual scene late on.

Some logistics:

Okay safety tangent over. For now. Since soy wax has a lower melting point of roughly 113-127 degrees Fahrenheit (45-54 degrees Celsius), it sits firmly in the middle of the temperature range that most commercially available home wax warmers tend to heat up to of 100-150 degrees Fahrenheit (38-65 degrees Celsius). For reference, my wax warmer averaged 130 Fahrenheit (54 Celsius)

I had less luck with paraffin wax candles because they had a higher melting point of around 115-142 degrees Fahrenheit (46-61 degrees Celsius) but also tended to cool quicker making them unsuitable for transferring to the skin via the paintbrush because the paraffin wax would just harden on the brush before I could write with it.

Soy wax actually retained heat long enough for me to write strokes across my skin while still being that sadistic pleasurable temperature. Because the thermal conduction of paraffin wax is greater than that of soy wax I recommend using soy wax candles for this activity, as the retention of heat is crucial for actually writing on your submissive.

The actual tutorial:

The actual technique is fairly simple. Put your wax into the wax warmer now that you have established the wax warmer heats to a safe temperature (I had to cut the candle with a butterknife and remove the wick). Heat your wax using your wax warmer and let it become liquid. Grab a smaller brush from your kit, I found that flat brushes with a width of 4mm to 6mm produced the best results, but you could go bigger if you wanted, there are just certain downsides I will discuss later.

Dip your paintbrush in the liquid wax and get it thoroughly soaked in wax. The next part is the simplest part to understand but hardest to master. The moment you remove your brush from the wax, it will start to cool, so it's important that the distance between your wax warmer and the body you're writing on is close and you must get a feel for the timing between soaking the paintbrush and applying it to the submissive that gives your submissive that "almost too warm" sensation and not be too hot or too cold. For me in my experiments, this was roughly a second.

Do not press into the skin, or else you will deposit all of the wax at once. Run the head of the brush over the skin and the wax will come off naturally before it starts to get too cool to apply to the skin, or roughly 3-4 seconds, in my experience. Depending on how fast you write this could be roughly anywhere from 2-5 letters per dip of the brush.

Which brings me to my first con of this activity. Unlike just dripping or pouring wax over someone's body, waxwriting has these frequent pauses while reapplying wax to the brush. I personally am not bothered by this, but know that it may be inconvenient for others.

The next con is this: the wider the brush the more dipping you need to do and your wax gets used up quicker because of the size of the lettering you need to do. Keeping your brushes and letters smaller tended to let me write more efficiently with letters roughly an inch in size. But if you want to write "SLUT" in huge broad strokes to embarrass your sub, by all means, grab a larger brush, just keep an eye on the wax you have available so you don't wind up with just "SLU" before you run out of wax.

The third con is that you may need to take breaks to heat up more wax. As I only had the one wax warmer I occasionally needed to stop to heat more wax. I found when using the smaller flat brushes the wax will actually last for a while. The smaller the brush you go, the longer you can write on someone for before needing to refill.

The final con is cleanup because it's very clear these paintbrushes will not last forever, and wax is even harder to clean out of the bristles than paint. Running it under hot water and taking a paper towel to them helped, however, somebody could always butt in and tell me I'm doing this wrong and there's an easier way to remove wax from bristles I'm just not familiar with.

Public Service Sub Announcement:

Has your sub drank water today? Make them. More news at 11.

In conclusion:

Be safe and happy waxwriting. Feel free to share any results in a reblog or tag. It's a fun way to introduce pain into bodywriting kink that feels very intimate and has the added bonus of being very photogenic.

I've been wanting to share this knowledge for a while ever since I discovered it years and years ago. I recently came across my documentation for the initial experiments and decided to present everything here on tumblr and share my findings. It's definitely a niche activity but I think it has so much potential for a BDSM date night, a kinky photoshoot, or maybe even as an activity at your local dungeon.

[rosyfingered-moon]

I forgot to plug it here but umm yeah, here's the link to my ghoulcy fic, it's 5 chapters and counting of scenic wasteland walks, Lucy dragging Cooper on side-quest bullshit, freaky VaultTec sexperiments and more!! Rated Explicit for smut and gore. And like. Their whole vibe

[pithuffingdog]

📌🌫️🔞

hello! I'm a fat hairy puppydyke from outer space!!! I am an FtMtAN* butch lesbian/service dog but I'll reblog anything that makes me throb. I use he/zie/they/it pronouns, I've been on Testosterone since April 2021 and I'm plural.

i am a switch! I am taken, and i adore my daughter @laundymat !! This doesn't mean we can't play together, but read below the cut for more info

my ask box is WIDE OPEN! turn me on! or send suggestions for things for puppy to draw :3

pup/sub/generally horny posts = #puppyposting

Mom/Dom posts = #momposting

art = #sexperiments

asks = #woof?

rbs = #woof!

*AN can stand for ambonec or androgyne :3

I am a playful puppy and am very open to flirty asks / DMs :3 pls do note that I am autistic & borderline and do need to be told things very directly!! i don't need tone indicators but they are appreciated if it's unclear

I am polymono and in a committed long-term relationship! I am fine with casual playtime, but any serious/IRL relations need to be discussed with my bunny. I am a package deal and everything I do here has her in mind.

The Big Ones

petplay (i am ouppy, by extension this includes anything having to do with a knot/sheath)

musk/smell (wasn't it obvious?)

sadism (bruises in particular get me off)

service/worship (nearly everything else stems from this one)

intox/sexual coersion/"soft" CNC (pot > alc but both are fine)

praise/degredation

groups of mindless creatures (goblins, weird little aliens, etc. this one is weird so feel free to make fun of me about it)

in a similar vein, feral

t4t

breathing/moaning/mouths in general

Etc.

size difference

masochism

oral sex

fauxcest

frotting

mindlessness/mindbreak/corruption

"hard" CNC (I have to be in the mood for extreme violence/use of triggering language)

feet (this one is new. I am typically made very uncomfortable by feet but idk.. something about worshiping a tgirls feet....)

anatomy can be referred to as chest, cunt, hole, pussy, cock, (t)dick, clit. adding puppy before any of these gets you bonus points.

not into derans, or orientation play, just prefer if it's tagged. The only part of my body I am actively dysphoric about is my breasts: I don't like comments on their size nor do I want you to touch them, stick to complementing my chest hair and maybe I'll smother you. not really a fan of receiving anal either. I block freely and at my own discretion. obviously, minors gtfo

[hornyhermitry]

Eat Me, Drink Me

Word Count: ca. 5,000 Sukuna x Reader, True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: NSFW, 18+

Warning: dark, explicit, gory, filthy, violence, power dynamics, horror, porn without plot, consensual near death sexperience, monsterfucking, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, blood, blood as lube, sukuna in chains, drinking blood, its a lot of gory fucking but its hot, in case anyone is wondering what it's like to die on his dick - this hopefully comes close // I was invited to a beheading today I thought I was a butterfly next to your flame A rush of panic and the lock has been raped This is only a game, this is only a game I see my horror mirrored in the sundown of your blank stare Eat me, drink me, this is only a game - Marilyn Manson - Eat me, Drink Me // Eat Me, Drink Me - Sukuna x Reader

Sukuna found himself in the middle of a dimly lit space, sitting on an old-fashioned wooden chair, his wrists and ankles chained to the ground. The air was hot and muggy and when he scanned the area, the ancient curse noticed candle-lit walls with all sorts of rusty chains attached and others dangling from the ceiling.

You closed the distance between you and him and put both your hands on his thighs, absentmindedly straightening his loose-fitting robe’s wrinkles with your thumbs. You leaned over him and whispered an “I’m glad you’re here.” into his ear that he met with a confident laugh and forcefully yanked at the chains, expecting them to break free so he could snap your neck in an instant.

The metal pieces rattled and bit into his flesh. Sukuna’s laugh died in his throat and he stared at you - a lowly human turned into his captor - in disbelief.

He pulled at the chains again using more strength, expecting them to rip any second, but nothing happened. The chains withstood his attempts at breaking free. Not even with cursed energy did their links budge.

“How are you...?”

You let go of his thighs. You let your thumb trace along the ink lining his jaw and confidently smiled back at his glowing red eyes.

“This is my domain, King of Curses. You have no power here.” The expression on Sukuna’s face changed into a bored dismissal.

“Isn’t this torture chamber set up a bit outdated? What are you, from the 1100s?”

He rattled his chains again for effect, not expecting much to happen this time but using the distraction to take a closer look at his surroundings and the nature of your domain.

You moved your thumb up from his jawline, carefully tracing his lips, and lingered there while you studied his eyes.

“You need to clear your mind if you want out.”

Sukuna met your gaze and after a long moment of silent contemplation and gauging your intentions, he placidly licked your thumb, the bored expression not leaving his face.

While your eyes were locked as he did so, your hardening nipples did not escape his second pair of eyes. His casual voice matched the lack of a smile on his face.

“Leave or you will die today.”

A tired half-smirk and you pulled away, walked around the chair and stopped behind his back. One hand was now resting on his right shoulder. He could hear the other hand shuffling something. On the back of your hand he could see a gloating demonic face inked into your skin, laughing at him. A snake and hieroglyphics from the book of the dead were winding around the arm out of sight. Mustering it, he mused that it was possibly connected to you curse technique. Or maybe you were just really into death. Something stirred in him.

After some clattering sounds that could have been from shaking small objects in a container behind him, he felt your breath on his neck.

“As long as you desire, be it my death or something less sinister, you will be chained here.”

There was another sound he couldn’t quite identify and then he heard you sharply inhale. Your body winced, in what he assumed to be sudden pain, behind him. Your attempt to prolong your technique backfiring did not escape his attention.

Relaxing his shoulders into your grip and leaning back into the chair, the King of Curses closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring up for show. “You’re bluffing. Your technique is not tied to desire. I can smell your fear.”

Your left hand grabbed him by his scalp and pulled his head back so you could observe the arch of his muscular neck while your right hand slid around it and pushed down the collar of his robe to reveal his defined collarbone.

“I can smell you’re rotten inside out.”

Sukuna smiled patiently, eyes closed. “I can also... smell your excitement." He leaned his neck back against your arm snaking around him. "Back in the day, women would run from me, terrified. Terrified I'd tear their flesh and bones off and feed on them alive and screaming. What strange times I’ve incarnated in.” He audibly inhaled and after a few seconds scrunched his nose in disgust. “You’re in heat.”

He pulled at his chains again. The constraints did not give in, but he felt you were briefly startled before you tightened your grip on his scalp.

“Stop it. I told you you won’t be able to free yourself.”

Your eyes were relishing the sight of his exposed neck, but when the curse opened all of his four eyes with a wide open-mouthed grin and looked up at you, his captor, he saw a flicker of doubt on your face. You noticed that he noticed and just as he sensed your heart skipping a beat, you landed a hard slap on his face.

A wolfish grin exposing sharp fangs split his face from ear to ear and his eyes widened in malicious anticipation.

“Your name, suicidal fool. I want to know who I’m carving up tonight.”

You forcefully pushed his head away from you and down onto his chest before stepping away from him.

Once again, he could hear something metallic whir in the air and then heard you catch it with your hands. Pain shot through your body when your ankle snapped as your curse technique failed and your breath turned heavy. Your gambling spell had backfired. Your heart rate increased and your growing fear permeated his nostrils. Sukuna had heard your bones crack.

When you came back into his view and stood in front of him, tucking a brazen coin into your pocket, he noticed the change in your posture. You were doing your best to hide it, but your left foot was visibly injured.

“Alright, we’re gonna have to speed this up a bit.” was what you threw at him with a lopsided half-apologetic sneer before ripping his robe open, exposing his marked and well-toned body. Your hands made quick work of your own belt and pants, with the latter awkwardly hanging around the calves as you pushed the knee of the injured leg on the little seating surface between Sukuna’s unabashedly spread legs. He was still held in place by tight chains - but for how much longer would he be? After steadying yourself on one leg by briefly holding on to his shoulders, you pulled your shirt over your head and revealed bold black ink spanning from your sternum to your belly button while your knee gently pressed against his crotch.

A minute ago, Sukuna had wondered how you pathetic mortal could ever so arrogantly assume you would get what you wanted from him, but that perfectly centered ink spread over your torso practically invited him to cut your flesh open right there and pleasure himself with your hot and wet entrails spilling out. He reconsidered your desire. The thought of wrapping your failing organs around his cock as you would watch in horror, bleeding out on him spilling his seed into your dying body, stirred up an irksome need in his groin.

When your flat hand slid along his inner thigh and over his growing dick, the feeling of his smooth, hot skin under your fingers made your breath hitch for a moment. You grabbed his wild pink mane for balance, murmuring your name into his neck.

“It's (Y/N).”

You placed your right hand between your own most sensitive spot and his and started getting to work. With your fingers gently wrapped around the base of his semi-hard on you started stroking him, closed your eyes and reveled in the sensations your strokes sent through both of you.

Sukuna’s clenched fists were firmly held in place by the now-dangerously strained chains and he smiled at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. Gaze locked with yours, he exhaled into the motions of your servicing hand, musing that this should soon be your cut open throat as your decapitated head watches in its last moments alive. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice.

“I will kill you, (Y/N).”

“Yeah. I know.” You continued in between strokes, working both of you up, heavy breathing onto his cheek.  “What I did today was really pretty damn stupid.”  You pulled his head back a bit and looked at his four eyes, let go of your grip on his dick and mounted his thighs with your right leg. With a hopelessly crooked smile, you dragged your slippery folds along his whole length and buried your face in the curve of his neck. You were absolutely lost in the foreshadow of the pleasure you were about to draw out of the monster between your burning thighs and slowly rubbed your groin against his.  “But, you know. Now that I’m in this mess, I plan to enjoy it before it's lights out.”  You hungrily licked up his neck and face, over his smaller right eyeball and pushed your lower body down until his dick filled you up completely. He could feel how your pussy was working extra shifts right now trying to accommodate him in one go. After all, you were rather tiny and he was the King of Curses.

The King of Curses stared at you in disbelief as you breathlessly chuckled—still struggling with moving on his size—that it’s a bit disappointing to see someone with 4 eyes, 4 arms and 2 faces only have one dick.

The up-until-now tightly strained chains rattled loudly towards the ground as Sukuna let his arms relax and dangle at his sides. A wide smile split his face again and he probingly moved his hips, thighs and pelvis up, testing the alleged limits of the domain technique to see if he could shove himself deeper into you, because still, your insides had not yet adjusted to his length. His firm girthy flesh not only stretched the width of your insides but also pushed against the momentarily not so far end of your tunnel and made you groan in pain.

You let go of his shoulders and straightened your back, your hands looking for purchase on his thighs and knees behind you. He watched your face closely as he pulled back an inch and then, agonizingly slow but relentless, pushed his cock against your refusing inner muscles that were screaming at him for more time to relax and adjust. Sukuna wondered whether you were leaning back to have more room to get away from his thrusts or intentionally wanted him to have a better view of how he was penetrating you. The latter was the case, but as he found out when you told him to look at how deep inside your he is, but ultimately he didn’t care.

With your hips pushed forward, your nails digging into his knees and your upper body arched back, it was easy for him to imagine one slice to your abdomen. You rode him slowly and all he wanted was to open you up and watch himself penetrate your insides. The thought made him even harder and you gasped in pain when you felt him press against your most hidden parts, preparing to slowly impale you.

When you had steadied herself and your grip on his thighs, you gradually started meeting his thrusts and glanced down at where your bodies joined, the end of your tattoo pointing down towards his crotch. It was getting easier to glide back and forth, but Sukuna made sure each thrust hit a different spot deep inside you which made you close your eyes to let the individual pangs of pain pass through.

Your breathing was strained and your face was flushed when you looked up into the eyes of the 1000 year old King buried between your legs.

As you spoke up, your tone and your expression gave away that you were equally hurting and starving from need.

“Please fuck me up good.”

Shifting your weight onto your left arm and greedily taking in the sight of his naked body—how the strong black sigils stood out against his hard and rough muscles and guided your gaze down— you started grinding yourself hard against Sukuna. The cruel deity tattooed onto the back of your right hand caught his attention again—he knew this many-armed goddess of death well. She seemingly came to life, her twitching tongue mocking him under quickly flexing tendons when you pleasured yourself with your own fingers eagerly rubbing your clit.

Time was running out and your cursed gamble would end any minute now. You were very aware of it and the urgency of getting off before the murderous demon would snap your neck spurred you on.

Maybe it would even be painless and you’d climax just the moment he’d break free. It made your head spin that you were coming apart on a centuries old omnipotent god’s lap. The thought of maybe being the only human to ever experience this sensation made your pussy clamp down hard on him and you bit your lip.

Sukuna’s wide grin faded out and changed into a more subdued and cold smirk. He had stopped thrusting into you and instead watched you work your naked self into a state of ecstasy on his dick. Your grinding turned into slamming as you audibly grew wetter and strained groans turned into desperate moans.

A whisper fell between the two of you. "If only you knew how wet your cunt will be once I have it drenched in your own blood." Your clenching paired with a needy whimper fed the hunger in Sukuna’s groin and made him involuntarily twitch deep inside of you. You were a mortal woman purposely flirting with death and if death is what you wanted, he would give it to you. No one knew how to snuff out a human like him. He didn’t even have to wait until he was free of his chains.

A sharp pain pierced your insides and you cried out. Eyes wide in shock, you searched his disdainful face for an explanation, but found none. Instead, a new bolt of pain shot through you and it was so caustic, so uncomfortably deep inside, that it made tears well up in your eyes. The icy sneer on Sukuna’s face sent shivers down your spine and a sharp wave of pain momentarily paralyzed you when you realized Sukuna’s other mouth had wandered to his dick and sunk his fangs into your cervix. You bit your lip in horror as you felt it push its tongue into it. In a knee-jerk reaction, you tried to pull away from Sukuna’s lap and ripped at your own insides in the process. You gasped in breathless pain from the feeling of his teeth tearing at your cervix and leaned against Sukuna’s chest in an attempt to calm yourself with slow, deep breaths and force down the tears. When you peeked past his shoulder you saw the chains on the walls flicker. Time was up. Suddenly you felt nauseous. The temperature dropped. The hair on your skin stood up. A moldy taste filled your mouth. Your insides tightened, driving the teeth further into them and your toes curled up. You felt a hot breath next to your right ear and fear spread in your chest. With an ill feeling of nauseating needle pricks flooding the inside of your mouth, you turned your head. Sukuna’s face was right there and you flinched at the manic expression. Half of his face was bare teeth in a distorted grin, the other half was wide open eyes, with contracted fiery red pupils fixated on you.

“Let’s have some fun, stupid.”

Sukuna’s eyes widened even further in glee as the chains fell off his wrists and ankles and he was free. Time to play with his prey.

Your ears rang with the sound of metal crashing onto stone. The noise was disorienting and you couldn’t focus your eyes. Sukuna’s hands grabbed your thighs. Sukuna’s hands grabbed your neck. Sukuna’s hands violently pulled at your hair, jerking your head to the side. The pain inside you stopped but the relief was short-lived and immediately washed away by sickness dancing in your stomach. The room spun around you and you felt dizzy. Was he lifting you up? Tossing you? The next thing you felt was blunt pain when your back crashed into something solid. Pressing your thumb and index finger against the side of your nose to bring the focus back, you looked up and wished you hadn’t.

Towering over you stood Ryomen Sukuna in his full form, the open robe hanging down his sides and four arms framing his tall, bulky stature. With one left hand he combed his hair back. One right hand was lazily tugging at his blood-dripping erection, and the other two hands were generously flexing their fingers to get rid of the tingly feeling the chains had left. His face was split into two and with all four eyes he voraciously observed the volatile jujutsu aura surrounding you in front of him. With his burning eyes locked onto you, he had you trapped between his body and the wall behind you, naked and bleeding, at his mercy. The short-lived domain, your injuries and that aura around you blazing like a brushfire one second and nearly dying away the other - it all fell into place for him.

“I see what you are, foolish sorceress. You can gamble with curse energy to shape reality and your technique to contain me in a fake domain somehow pulled through. Were you trying to imprison me? Lock me away? Kill me?”

With each question the pitch of his voice went lower until the final question came out as an amused growl.

You stared up at him, your chest rising and falling a few times before you replied.

“You turn me on.”

There it was again. That spark of unexpected excitement chased through Sukuna’s chest and made him snicker through his fangs.

“Your spirit intrigues me,” he said, his voice permeated by a gleeful giggle. “In that case, let’s find out how lucky you and your jujutsu are today.”

He brought his unoccupied hands into position and pressed his fingers together—two eyes open, two eyes cruelly winking at his victim.  “Domain Expansion. Malevolent Shrine”. Your surroundings sped away as he uttered the words. A sinister temple gate rose up behind him and then you were surrounded by darkness.

Comfortably seated on a giant pile of skulls stacked up in front of the temple gate, Sukuna was observing how you looked around in the dark, disoriented, and leaned back into a generous backrest made from a giant shoulder blade. His insides were tingling in anticipation of what was to come.

On the one hand, you deserved to suffer before he would kill you for the insolence of attempting to trap him. On the other hand, his lower body also craved to explore your desire for his violence. The thought of abusing you on the bones of your mortal predecessors before he would make your one more skull cementing his throne brought him joy. It had been a while since he last took his time to spill his seed into a human. Above all, a willing one and not one sacrificed to him. A small mouth appeared in the palm of his hand and licked some of the drying blood off the softening flesh between his legs. Humans could only taste the metallic note of blood, but Sukuna could taste the actual person contained in the blood. He hummed to himself and relished the taste. Guilt. Willfulness. Hunger. A disdain for life which he couldn’t quite pin down. An intoxicating flavor profile that made his blood rise. He wanted more and it was audible in his deep, sensual voice.

“If you make it to me in time, I will consume your body just the way your filthy soul craves, (Y/N).”

When his words cut through the darkness, torches lit up left and right to his throne of mortal remains and allowed you to see.

There was a notable distance between you and he was looking down on you in a way truly befitting for a King. You felt infinitely small under his smug red eyes, but also elevated and fueled by his challenge.

Just as you took a step and were about to ask about the time, you were stopped in your tracks by another wave of dizziness that hit you. Your balance was completely off and the words didn’t come. Then you felt it. Something warm was coming down your throat and your eyes widened in horror as the realization settled in. Grasping at your neck and stumbling forward with wide, painful gasps for breath, you looked up at Sukuna who licked his lips and rested his head on his right arm. “Tick, tock.”

The blood you gurgled ran down your soft breasts and he took his time enjoying the view while your eyes were racing around the room, probably in sync with your thoughts.

You were able to figure this out, you told yourself. 'Stop panicking. You have 30 safe seconds to fix this. Walk. Slowly. Ignore the dizziness. Don’t look down. Think. Your heart is beating too fast. Calm down.' You couldn't help your thoughts running wild in panick and excitement. 'He looks delicious in this light. Will he really fuck me. I want to die on him. I want his cock so deep in me I’ll throw up from it. Stop. Focus. Calm down. Just a few more steps and then climb up the skulls. Hold tight. Yes, that. Hold. Tight.'

With both hands you firmly applied pressure to your throat to slow down the blood loss. Sukuna watched as you limped forward, chest rising and falling slower than before. The blood pouring out of your slit throat trickled down your body, over your thighs and dripped into the pool of blood you were wading through. With your bloody thumb, you flipped the coin hoping to at least stop the bleeding. The horror on your face disappeared and was replaced by determination and relief. Heads. You weren't powerful enough to fully heal yourself with a reverse technique, but you successfully gambled to redirect and seal the flow of your curse energy so you could control your blood pressure just enough to avoid losing more.

The voice Sukuna spoke with was deep and evocative, resonating with a need between your legs that made your knees weak. The terrifying wave of power that hit you in the aftermath was like a bat smashing your face and knees and you collapsed onto the ground.

“Crawl on your knees, like the vermin you are.”

The impact made you splutter blood from your mouth and neck despite the protective spell and you felt lightheaded. Everything seemed a bit distanced, as if you were Sukuna watching yourself creeping towards him. For both of you it was hard to say how long it took - five seconds or 5 minutes - you were mesmerized by the unfolding events, but between subdued fits of blood coughing, you made it through the lake of blood ready to swallow you up. As you reached the edge of the piled up skulls, you proceeded to pull yourself up by the skull horns, leaving a bloody trail where you dragged yourself across the bones.

Just as your right hand grabbed the skull next to Sukuna’s right foot, a wave of disproportional euphoria washed over you and he witnessed a very strange sound emerge from your open throat. He leaned forward with a raised eyebrow, the smug smile nearly reaching from ear to ear. “Was that miserable sound a laugh?”

As a response, you looked up at him and nodded while repeating the gurgling sound, this time louder and with a wide open mouth, the happy grin tainted by the blood covering your teeth. That combination sent his arousal on a roller-coaster ride from his tattooed chest down to his naked groin and did an extra loop at his lower stomach. In a swift motion, he impatiently pulled you up and onto his lap. Two of his arms kept you from falling off of him. Your body was sweating profusely and shaking erratically. You tilted your head and looked at him, your face still a euphoric grimace. The heat between your blood-drenched thighs was waiting for him and as your body was caught in another brief shaking fit from the blood loss that made your nipples delightfully hard, he felt how you needily pressed your groin against his. A few strands of hair had fallen over your face and hung in the bloody spit at the corner of your mouth. He pushed them back to get a good view of your piercing eyes and reciprocated your borderline lunatic anticipation. Rubbing his returning hard on against the puffy lips between your legs, he was pleased to feel that your insides were bleeding enough to skip the foreplay.

“I will satisfy your cravings, mortal. But I won’t tell you to not be frightened. You will also satisfy mine.”

Eagerly he pushed into you and grabbed you by your open neck with one giant hand, at both sides of your ass with another two and pushed your lips apart with a long sharp fingernail of the last one. Holding your body firmly in place, he moved you up and down on his dick a few times, relishing the wet and warm sensation of your spasming and bleeding muscles, until he had you in the right position to comfortably slam against that special spot inside of you. Under his hard thrusts and his unsympathetic grin, your eyes widened in shock - at how good he made your feel. The slow but rough way he hit that hard spongy tissue inside of you again and again turned your body and your desire into a windup toy wrapping tighter and tighter around his cock. Each time he slammed into you, you jerked on his lap and firmly pressed your open neck against his strong hand, nestling into his chokehold on you. He could feel you twitching around him—how you were approaching the high you chased—but he was hungry for more of your taste. Sukuna wanted to push you towards your breaking point, but also to consume you. His little additional mouth appeared on his crotch and between excruciatingly slowed down thrusts that stretched your hole to its limit, he started to suck violently on your clit. The sensations made you practically jump on his dick and you started whimpering under his actions. You were losing control of yourself, unable to focus on reliably keeping up the technique to stop the bleeding in the pleasure Sukuna forced on you, and he willingly drank from the blood pouring out of your neck again.

Some of it ran down your body, trickling down your sides and back and you couldn’t tell anymore what was sweat and what was blood running down your spine.

Unable to talk, stuck in limbo between life and death and going mad with pleasure, you were putty in Sukuna’s hands. So this was what it felt like to have your entire being broken apart by the King of Curses. It was wilder than what you had hoped for and the thrill of it was burning up your soul. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what you had done to deserve this, but then again the fatality of it was exactly what you deserved after all that you had done in your life. Your body was falling apart and yet you had never felt higher or more complete.

Sukuna enjoyed tasting these thoughts in your blood. It fueled him to feel how you drank up his unique mixture of death with such lust that set your core on fire, but you still weren’t broken enough for his liking. And he still had a misconception to fix.

With the huge middle and index finger of the hand on your lips, he sliced your tongue open and pushed deep down into your throat to make you gag until his fingers were sufficiently coated with your saliva and blood. His lips brushed your earlobe and his slicked up fingers wandered down your back and caressed your spread cheeks. Then he pushed his lubed fingers into the one place he hadn’t assaulted yet and more pain mixed into the pleasure his unnaturally big cock and his second mouth were already giving you. The sudden change of sensations made you gag on the blood in your throat even more. His thick, long fingers not only worked your defiant muscles but also ripped flesh open in the process. Quivering with anticipation, an unstable giggle was mixed into his words when he pulled his fingers back out and briefly lifted you up. “You’re gonna like this one.”

Before you had time to fully catch up, thoughts racing through a maze of pleasure, cursed energy and pain, Sukuna pushed both his dicks into your orifices and bottomed out at an erratic pace.

Now his giant hand wrapped tight around your neck and choked you with an iron grip so draining, it also served to hold you in place to take his deep thrusts without a way out. The two hands holding your thighs clawed at your skin to pull your violated holes even further apart. Your limp body was shaking from exertion and pleasure and your head was spinning out of control. Your thoughts were falling through a burning vertigo with no end.

A high-pitched wheezing came out of your windpipe and you grabbed onto Sukuna’s hair to ground yourself in a physical reality beyond the sensations he made your capitulate to. You tried to look into his eyes but were unable to keep yours open under his domineering movements. He started sucking and licking at your yearning clit again, while his two cocks pitilessly fucked into your overstimulated and hurting openings. He worked your aching body into madness. A sharp fingernail traced down your neck and playfully ripped at the flap of open skin on your neck. Sukuna savored how you winced at the sensation and your overstretched holes tightened around both his cocks while he drank more of your blood.

Pleased with your taste full of willful guilt and pleasure, he let his hand slide down to your right breast and gently scratched across the tender skin. You couldn’t make any proper sounds anymore other than animalistic grunts and gurgles and your muscles were contracting faster and more violently around him, but you reacted to his touch and arched your back to put your lusciously blood-covered breasts on better display for him.

Sukuna took note of both your responsiveness and your oncoming climax and hummed into your ear.

“Now we get to the frightening part. Shame you can’t scream anymore.”

With that, he started aggressively pounding into your and a searing pain shot through your chest. His sharp fingernails had pushed deep into your rib cage and his fingers were closing around your heart. The preservation technique was completely futile against this. Your life had been hanging on a very thin thread those past few minutes and relied on the blood you still had left. Sukuna's strong fingers squeezed your heart so violently with each of his deep and greedy thrusts into your cavities that blood squirted out of your mouth and covered both of your bodies in a crimson stream that started pooling between your legs. Hideous gasps for air echoed through the domain and grew louder with every impossible breath. Your body went into overdrive. You were burning up. He was draining you. Draining your sanity, draining your blood and draining your life. Sweat started coming out of every pore. The lightheadedness was getting worse, the nausea was back and yet your whole world was spinning in pleasure and pain so intense, something in your head snapped. Terror and pleasure. Death throes or an infinite climax. Your heart fought against his merciless fingers and lost. Pleasure washed over you as reality sped away. Your body spasmed violently on his and it took only a few more thrusts for Sukuna to shoot his seed into your dying body. All your muscles from neck to stomach to legs contracted around him in a wretched last act of rebellion against the inevitable and milked his lust to the last drop.

Your strengthless fingers let go of his hair and your arms fell to your sides. Sukuna watched exhausted as you slumped into his arms.

Muttering to himself, he pushed you off his lap and stood up to stretch his legs and tie his open robe back up. Your body slid down the pile of skulls and came to a halt midway. The curse energy surrounding your body cast a weak, subsiding light onto the bones around you. Stepping down from his throne, Sukuna produced a brazen coin from his pocket. After a few seconds of contemplation, he squatted down next to your motionless body, slapped your face and put the coin in your hand. For a brief moment, your curse energy flickered with a ghostly shimmer.

“Flip it. If you‘re fortunate you‘ll get to live for another round.” - written by Jisatsu777 // HornyHermitry, April 2021 Also on AO3

[sentinelq]

Am I the only one who finds it romantic to lightly tickle her feet, just enough to make her giggle while thrusting slowly and deliberately?

I think a slower and gentler giggly sexperience is so much more intimate.

[drdemonprince]

i just went to a transman + transman enthusiast private sex party and if it weren’t for you being so fiercely pro-slut and sharing your experiences i would never have had the confidence to go and get fucked by 8+ guys tonight!

Holy shit!!!!! I'm so happy for your anon!! I hope you had a great time getting railed, and we'd all love to hear anything you feel like sharing about the sexperience. <3

[campgender]

from The Preacher’s Wife: The Precarious Power of Evangelical Women Celebrities by Kate Bowler (2019)

transcript below the cut

[…] common when couples adopted an official or unofficial co-pastor model, effectively rendering themselves professionally married.

Ed and Lisa Young made national headlines for their co-authored book, Sexperiment, which found the couple in a bed on the roof of their Texas church for twenty-four live-streamed hours to chat mostly with other famous megachurch spouses about “tantalizing truths about sex as God intended.” Though Ed was temporarily treated for an eye injury sustained from the camera lights reflecting off the white bedsheets, the stunt was a rousing success.

When they challenged married couples in their twenty-five-thousand-member congregation to have sex for seven days in a row, “the guys gave us a standing ovation,” said Ed Young in his CNN interview, while Lisa chimed in that “God is the author and creator of sex.”

She sat beside her husband in a leopard-print dress, her long straight hair framing her carefully made-up face; and while she spoke a pop-up caption on the television under her read: “Married to Ed for more than 26 years. They have four children.” In advertisements, she appeared in yet another leopard-print dress, pulling her husband suggestively by the tie toward her on the couch. Sexual prowess became another bit of expected expertise in a megachurch wife’s grab bag of tricks.

There was an accepted cruelty toward famous women in ministry who failed to meet these standards. In the era of “militant feminism,” Ruth Peale begged feminists to stop warring against male exploitation and realize that the “real enemy” was their own lack of femininity. Women who didn’t want to be sexualized, she worried, might make “downright frigid” sexual partners.

Likewise, Beverly LaHaye initially felt sorry for a woman being berated by her husband for looking tired on a date, but then sympathized with the husband for not having a wife with a little more pride in herself. “What a pity to see a Christian woman who has developed her inner beauty but has done nothing to the frame she must house it in,” she fretted.

The common argument given was that men were visual creatures, which made women’s appearance a part of her wifely duties. Her beauty and her sexuality were not her own. When Ted Haggard, megachurch pastor and leader of the National Association of Evangelicals, was caught with a gay prostitute, fellow megachurch pastor Mark Driscoll publicly aired his concerns about “a wife who lets herself go and is not sexually available to her husband.”

Mark had already made headlines on his own accord for having instructed a woman in his church to give her husband a blow job as an apology for not “serving” him. There was always a woman to blame for a man who strayed.

Even the matronly Terrie Chappell, who described herself as a “meek-spirited woman of God” who serves “joyfully and faithfully” by the side of her husband, confessed her enduring wish to meet megaministry’s unrealistic standards. That perfect woman, she wrote, looks “fresh and attractive all the time. Her hair always does what she wants it to do and it’s never flat. Her fingernails are never broken.”

This ideal woman also doubled as a domestic expert who, with a submissive and cheerful spirit, “bakes everything from scratch” and always sticks to her diet. Terrie’s online ministry painted a much more realistic picture of her life as a grandmother who was never far from a prim pearl necklace and a crockpot recipe, who often helped lead an old-fashioned “Ladies Ministry” with classes called “Kindred Hearts,” “Ladies of Today,” and “H.O.M.E.” (Helping Our Mothers Excel). Her book, covered in images of cupcakes, lingered on the trials of putting up floral wallpaper and learning to be patient.

In 2017, the average megachurch wife was around Terrie’s age, wrestling with approaching retirement, and lightly out of step with American culture. She was hardly the sexpot that dominated the marketing of the women in the highest rungs of megaministry, strutting across the mainstage, but audiences still seemed to want her to try.

[watchingbehindtheeyes]

Experiments

Eelai to Ido: Now we'll conduct various sexperiments on you.

Ido: experiments*?

Eelai: That's what I said :)