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i’m imagining a consensual non consent fantasy where it’s like a Domme who’s also a monster trainer. and she overestimates her control over her werewolf sub while working with them at the full moon. they are trying to keep the sub from shifting in reaction to the moon but it doesn’t work and the sub changes. but not only do they change, they find themselves a completely overcome with the need to breed something. and the domme is right there with three holes available
and the sub ravishes their domme all while apologizing and begging her not to kill them or get rid of them when it’s over. literally brutally fucking her face while pleading in this small mewling voice that they’re sorry and they’re still a good boi they swear they just can’t help it. and like breeding her cunt which is wet and aroused from all the rough play (she won’t say how much she really loves the opportunity to be fucked really roughly the way she likes). and they put her in a mating press and push their slick cock inside, howling and whining and still asking for forgiveness as they rut messily until they cum, pressing painfully deep with their cock.
and she feels them hardening more and the cock starts to feel bigger and the sub howls and moans like they are in pain and they’re just desperately trying to force their knot in her sore cunt, even though it seems too big. and the domme is yelling now, trying to regain control. saying no, no don’t. it can’t—i won’t until the sub puts their hand over her mouth, whining in shame at her look of fury, pushing her gaze away with their grip as they thrust shallowly, trying to get the muscles to yield. and the domme is furious and trying to fight back so the sub forces two fingers in her mouth, knowing that in the end she really does like it rough and the facefucking will probably break her concentration enough. watching she goes slack and the knot pops in causing her to tense and wail around their fingers and they only shove them deeper. fucking her throat, spit roasting her between their cock and their fingers. watching her mind go blank and her body go slack as they breed her cunt deeply and stay knotted inside
another scenario between these two. I imagine the sub werewolf strapped to an x cross or even a catherine wheel mounted on the wall. the wolf has been subject to teasing torture tactics of the unrelenting Domme, bold with the restraints to protect her from consequence. and yet she underestimates her sub's strength, and the metal manacles meant to contain them snap unceremoniously. and the wolf is on her, coming up behind her and pushing her over her own workbench, sending potions and powders clattering across it surface and some onto the floor. the contents of a small bottle spill onto the work surface and the fumes of Delirium soak into her brain
desire rises in her body and her will to refuse evaporates. the wolf's claws rake up her sides, trying to push her skirts to the side but slicing them open instead. the pain burns through her body followed by a shiver, and the Domme begins to straighten. but the sub presses her head down into the table, cheek right in the puddle of aphrodisiac, unwilling to take admonishment. unwilling to halt their movements. unwilling to do anything but sate their pure primal need. taking with a brute force, her body jostled with the power of unbridled thrusts. and the Domme's body becoming more and more limp as the substance lapping at her face braided its magic to her pleasure
i wish sukuna was real, i wanna be cuddle up by a big man with four arms :(
petting his hair while he eats you out
wanna ride him and really give it to him good and stop when he’s about to cum to make him squeeze my hips and beg me to continue
Stay healthy, eat watermelon 🍉💦
feeling needy for some soft sex
being held tight and lovingly while they tease my tdick with their fingers, kissing my neck and whispering to me that i look so cute when i’m desperate for them
them holding my face and kissing my forehead before pushing me back down gently on the bed to give me head
cw - kissing, sukuna’s lowkey possessive and kinda kinky, blood, they’re horny idk, he also struggles with feelings
making out with sukuna was aggressive. he made out with you like he was gonna devour you, like you were his last meal and he wasn’t gonna waste any of it. the feeling of your lips on his was intoxicating, he wasn’t gonna treat it like some passing act.
both of his giant hands cupped your cheeks, palms cradling your face as if you were gonna slip through his fingers. he felt like he was addicted to you. your touch, your taste, your smell, everything about you made his head hurt, not in a bad way, but not in a way sukuna was familiar with.
his lips pressed against yours at a ruthless pace. it wasn’t soft or loving like you would think, instead his kisses were hungry and needy, a desperate plea for you and your body.
sukuna was a busy man, he was a king after all. he did a lot of work during the day, between meeting with clans or townsfolk, killing the people who got on his nerves, and keeping up his title, he got worn out.
he liked having an outlet, a way to release his stress and relax. you were there, always at his side and always willing to give yourself to him. he didn’t know why he kept you around for so long. though he supposed in some way he cared for you.
sukuna wanted you all to himself. he needed full ownership over you. you were his, your body, your mind and your soul. you belonged to him and he made sure everyone knew it.
he bit down on your bottom lip, forcing his way in even though he knew you wouldn’t resist. he preferred taking what he wanted and being rough, he wasn’t one for all the lovey-dovey, affectionate stuff.
his tongue invaded your mouth, licking every crevice and dip, memorizing the space he had grown so familiar with. he groaned at the wetness, the way your saliva tasted. it was nearly as good as your blood.
sukuna couldn’t help the way he sometimes dug his canines too far into your lips, unaware until he tastes the addicting metallic hint and hears the sound of you whining. sukuna already had sharp teeth, it wasn’t completely his fault for causing you to bleed.
sukunas tongue continued mapping out the inside of your mouth, sucking and licking on your tongue all while his hands greedily explored your body, nails gently scratching down your skin.
his two hands on your cheeks still held you close, his lower set of hands moving all over your torso. his fingers traveled over your shoulders, your arms, your chest, stomach, waist, hips, anywhere he could reach.
the feeling of your body under his hands, your pulse against his palms made him want you even more. he slides his hands down, reaching up under the hem of your shirt and roaming your bare skin, tracing over the muscles and lines of your abdomen.
your hands gripped sukunas shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you resist the urge to pull back for air. sukunas hands and lips wouldn’t have let you anyway.
his thumbs started rubbing rough circles into your cheekbones, his way of comforting you. he wouldn’t ever say sweet words, reassurance was barely a part of sukunas vocabulary.
the most “comfort” that you get from him was in the form of his touches, his hands tracing patterns into your skin, fingers curling against yours, though he wouldn’t give you an audible response.
his lips were insistent, not wanting to give you even a moment to breathe. his breath was warm against yours, the two of you practically panting into one another’s mouths, needing air but refusing to pause for a second.
sukunas lower hands slide back, splaying against your back as he pushes you down with his weight, his body pressing flush against yours, the size difference even more noticeable.
you could feel every part of him this way, the size of sukuna always made your face warm. he was huge, double your size at least, and probably triple your weight. he was pure muscle from head to toe, using it to his advantage whenever possible.
his meaty thighs straddled your hips, trying to push further against you. you could feel his heart beating against yours, chest heaving against yours. you were so utterly obsessed by him and his body it wasn’t even funny.
it was burning up, whether it was from the kissing or the way sukuna was pressed up against you, you couldn’t say. sukuna kept trying to move closer, body already glued to yours, skin sticking together due to the proximity.
sukuna was never close enough though, he wished he could merge with you, be so close to you that you became one being. he wanted you to be his, and sometimes he even wants to be yours.
the heat of his palms against your cheeks made you even hotter, a bead of sweat slipping down your forehead as you cling onto him, not letting him pull back either.
after a few minutes of this, sukuna pulls back, leaving just a few centimeters of space between you two. his forehead presses against yours, breath fanning your lips.
you struggled to open your eyes, overwhelmed and out of breath as the man on top of you pins you down with his weight. your mind felt fuzzy as you stared up at him, almost taken aback by how unfairly handsome he was.
sukunas eyes were staring straight into yours, dark and hazy with lust. his eyes dialating just a fraction as you lick your lips, hands tightening their grip on your face.
the two of you didn’t speak. you didn’t need to. not when your eyes told each other everything you needed to know. sukuna only groaned as he pressed forward again, lips melting against yours in a scarily natural way.
the feeling of his hands on your cheeks disappeared, one hand finding your neck, gripping lightly, thumb pressing against your pulse point, the other traces your jaw, gentle compared to the rough movements of his lips.
he kissed you harder now, trying to up the kiss from a second ago. he always wanted more, more of you, more of your lips, especially when they were on his.
he was never a kisser. he never had been, not until you showed up. sukuna never really kissed people, why would he let himself be seen soft? though with you it was different, he found himself craving your taste, craving the feeling of your lips.
his lower hands slide up and down your sides, fingers tracing the contours of your body as he deepens the kiss, biting down hard on your bottom lip again, the pained groan from you only making heat flood his gut.
he could taste the familiar metallic taste of your blood, a hint of sweetness and you added to it. his fingers instinctively tightened their grip of you, making sure you weren’t going anywhere.
you cringed at the taste of your own blood, only able to taste it for a split second before sukunas tongue slips in between your lips, licking up the blood slowly pooling into your mouth.
he groaned shamelessly, pressing down against you to let you know how much he enjoyed this, how much he enjoyed you. and by the stiffness of him against your thigh, he was certainly enjoying it.
your hands slide up his back, feeling around the pure muscles in his back as you two made out. you were surprised you could even think right now, sukuna usually having kissed you stupid by minute five.
which you might’ve spoke too soon. his lips started moving faster, with more purpose than before. you could hear the wet smacking of your lips together, you almost wanted to feel embarrassed but with the way sukuna was consuming your mouth and thoughts you weren’t really able to.
you could feel sukuna smirking against your lips, kissing you harder. it seriously felt like he was trying to eat you, you could barely keep up with him, groans and whines muffled by his mouth.
you were sure it would be like this all night. when sukuna was needy he always made sure to get his fill and then some. if he wanted you he would have you, and it wasn’t like you could say no, not that you wanted to.
it was always the same routine. sukuna calls you in, kisses you until you can’t think, passes out, is gone before you wake up, either that or he tells you to go back to your bed.
when sukuna pulls back for a second time he’s got a lazy grin on his face, looking down at you with infatuation, head tilting just an inch.
he licked his lips at the sight of blood prickling up on your bottom lip, the indentions of his teeth still visible. he brings a hand up, thumb carefully swiping across your lip, the coolness of his reverse cursed technique spreading through you.
he brings his hand to his face, sucking the last remainder of your blood off his thumb with a low hum of approval.
you reach up slowly, tracing the tattoo running from his eyes to his cheek, tracing the lines lightly. sukuna was still, not doing so much as breathing wrong, all in fear that you would stop your ministrations.
he tried stopping himself but he couldn’t help but relax under the touch, shoulders slumping, the tension in his face seemingly disappearing. he only let out a huff, turning his head away.
“I could still kill you, you know..”
he grumbles though the rare softness in his voice betrays him, his thumb tracing down your neck absentmindedly.
you only hummed, small amused smile finding your face as you nod, voice matching the softness of his as you spoke.
“I know.”
sukuna glances back at you, jutting his bottom lip forward a bit, an unreadable expression on his face. one of his lower arms reaches up, scratching the back of his neck. he almost looked like he was pouting.
“you’re too trusting.”
he mutters, narrowing his eyes at you while expecting some sort of offended reaction. you only shrugged, the loose smile on your face never falling.
“maybe.”
sukuna doesn’t give you a response this time, leaning back in, lips finding yours yet again, slower, almost caring in a way. he didn’t want to think about the fact that maybe you really weren’t too trusting. maybe.. it was him being soft for once.
it was rare that sukuna, the king of curses, went this long without craving bloodlust, without wanting a fight. now he just craved you, craved your touch and your presence, wanting your body against his.
his lips stayed on your till the both of you fell asleep, the taste of one another lingering throughout the night and the next morning.
sukuna didn’t mind having your taste on his tongue all day, in fact he could get used to it.
he thinks he could get used to you, you weren’t a nuisance or a pest that he wanted to get rid of, and your body was an added bonus.
so maybe he will.
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i can’t stop writing sukuna. i love him so much. i want to run my hands through his hair, ik it’s soft.
lovesick
dabi x reader nsfw — 600wc drabble
dabi's got a smart mouth, but he's dumb as rocks when he's nestled inside of you. completely lovesick, his cock is twitching and leaking as he fucks into you slowly, trying to savor every time you clench around him. you know that the shit he says when he's balls-deep is spur of the moment, drunken nonsense.
"so fucking good to me, so good," he babbles, eyes heavy and glossed over. his arms are under you, holding you up like you're weightless, hands burning against your hips. "you take me so well, you'd think you were made for me". his teeth nip against your throat, his head buried into your hair, huffing with every drag. "you're mine, yeah? you're mine?"
you nod, but it's not enough for him. he grabs your jaw, making sure you make eye contact when he speaks next. "you're never gonna leave me, you're all mine, you can't leave me."
"mm-mm" you shake your head, parting your lips so he can press his thumb to your tongue. another steady roll of his hips has you moaning against his hand.
"that's right," his eyes flutter shut, but re-open, that chilling blue drowning you. "cause i'd die for you, i would fucking kill for you baby, you know?".
you can usually tell the point where dabi's completely fucking lost in it when he starts rambling like this, cause he would never actually admit these things to you in casual conversation. no, when he's not buried to the hilt he actually doesn't like to show really any sort of emotion other than pissed off. maybe with you he's marginally nicer, but he doesn't do "that sappy shit" as he so brazenly calls it. he doesn't coddle you, or call you baby, or pretty, or anything of the sort unless he's 1. about to die or 2. about to cum. either one of those situations feels dire enough for him to actually let you in on the big "secret" that is his brain.
it's not a bad thing necessarily, it was never something you nitpicked about because, like anyone else who knows him for more than a second, you're smart enough to know that dabi is a grenade without a pin. he can show his affection for you in whatever feels comfortable for him— that's what you had agreed on when you started fucking him in the first place.
you feel loved right now, for sure. pierced cock soaking inside of you, his rough thumb pressed against your clit and circling with just enough pressure you can feel it in your toes. his lips are still pressing sloppy kisses to the connecting point of your throat and shoulder, and everything unsaid is loud enough from the way he knows your body. "'m gonna fill you up, ruin you for anyone else so you can never fucking leave—"
it comes as a bit of a shock this time around when he snaps half-way and moans into your ear, "i fucking love you".
not very dabi-like to admit he actually feels more than terrifyingly obsessed in a moment like this, but it's real enough that you're clenched around him like a vise and cumming with his name in your mouth like a stolen thought. you try to chock it up to pussy-drunk, until he spills inside of you and doubles down, repeating it over and over as he comes down from his high.
"i love you, im not joking around with you".
"okay, yeah, i believe you".
"no you don't. you don't, but i love you," he's slipping out of you slowly, and he's sweating and heaving but maybe there is some truth to him.
"i love you," you repeat back to him, and he nods, licking sweat from your temple.
"alright. don't make me say it again."
maybe he's not as dumb as you thought.
“It is ill-advised to dip your feet in the bog, no matter how hot the day has been… yet some do it anyway.”
slurp (2024)
Okay but like
Government that employs you to take care of the beasts in heat. Poor minotaur bulls who desperately need relief and fill your holes. Werewolfs with aching knots absolutely desperate to be inside you. Snarling gnolls bending you over a breeding bench to fuck you like a bitch.
In this fic I will---
What’s the best way to make sure someone keeps every drop of cum inside of them for a good, proper, breeding?
A deep mating press where their feet don’t move from beside their head with pillows propping up their hips. Cuddling and hours-long cock warming included—Or—Face down, ass up with whoever’s on top drilling and bearing all of their weight down onto them with relentless thrusts and back to back creampies like a beast in heat.
💘?
Mating Press
Face Down, Ass Up
Now who/what would you rather have put you in a mating press, making sure every drop of their cum stays inside for a good, proper, breeding?
💝?
Human
Fae
Orc
Werewolf
Alien
Demon/Incu/Succubus
After a solid hour of nothing but feral love making, that werewolf’s big breeder balls have to be empty by now. Your belly is so full with and warm with its thick, potent, cum, and you feel even warmer cuddling under the covers against its furry chest, snug on its big knot; already looking swollen with a whole litter of pups after one round.
A bit of rest gives the wolf time to clean you off and eventually lay you back down in your nest of pillows and blankets. It spreads your thighs apart like it’s already going to pull out of its sweet little angel, but as soon as that sticky knot pops free, your legs are being pushed back against your chest. With short, wet, thrusts the werewolf humps its hips and starts eagerly building back up to its starting pace… 💕
i should be lying down, hips raised and arched back, while someone slowly fingers me while kissing and biting my back, ass and thighs but nooo
that little groan they do when they don't slip in easily and they gotta put a little pressure behind it to slip their girth into your cunt
panting and sighing with relief once they're finally in, then shutting you both up with a big all consuming kiss
I want a guy to get completely lost in pleasure while fucking me. just mindlessly rutting into me on all fours, cock pummeling my cervix and balls slapping my clit. his mind just gone, grunting and gripping my hips hard, leaving me bruised inside and out and a belly full of his kid
‘Mounted’ as a word gets me so 😵💫😵💫,,, being mounted sounds so possessive, so encompassing, so primal,,,, hhhhh bunny brain likes the word a lot,, help. Getting ‘mounted’ is right up there with getting ‘bred’ I must confess whewf
it's boy breeding summer