âI wanna ruin our friendship we should be lovers insteadâăâ
Cw: MDNI NSFW, fem reader x puppy hybrid, knotting, baby trapping, cum inflation, NONCON, drunk sex, obsessive/possessive/delusional behavior, mentions of murder, unprotected sex, coercion, dubcon, one night stand(?), toxicity, Domno is too far gone to stop.
Imagine a desperate Yandere bestfriend! Volunteering to be your rebound after your last relationship gone sterile. Your partner going ghost outta nowhere a week before yâallâs anniversary. Leaving voicemail poorly audited about breaking up with you.
You were heartbroken, just wanting something to take your mind off of being betrayed. You could trust Domno, he was your only bestfriend.
Unfortunately, you were the only one who thought thatâs where yâallâs relationship stopped. The puppy hybrid had different ideas to make it more permanent. As being your best friend wasnât enough for him.
âIâve got you my sweet belle, they could never appreciate you as you deserve... Not like how I can.â You were too out of it to make any sense of what he was saying. Dumbly looking at him with hazy eyes, too drunk to register how he was dragging his cock down your slit.
Before easing his tapered head deep inside you, not bothering to use the condom you gave him in advance. With a moan falling from his lips.
âIâll take care of you, like Iâve always done. So you can forget all about those wretches. And get pregnant with my pups, thatâll be a good distraction for you no?â You slightly sobered up at his words. Thinking maybe it was a slip of the tongue. After all you clearly stated that this was a fling. Out of all people Heâd understand your boundaries, right?
However, the more he spoke, goosebumps began riddling your skin.
âAnd yknow how my family loves you? Well Iâve told them that weâve been dating on the low, months ago.â What the fuck? Now this had to be a poor joke. Maybe he was too under the influence, as you both had a lot to drink.
âDom, staph thatâs not funny! youâre making this weirdâ You slurred, youâd give him the benefit of the doubt. Surely, with that heâd come to his senses and back off a bit.
But he brushed off your comment of discomfort and continued under his breath. âShh⊠Hear me out, that means you neednât worry about their approval at all!â He bottomed out, and began fingering your swollen clit with his clawed digits.
âTheyâd be happy to get a couple additions to the family tree ahead of schedule. Everything would work outâŠâ Domno panted heavily, he was already close to nutting inside of that greedy pussy. All these years of yearning for his you led up to this, and he wasnât going to squander it.
Not after all the hard work he put into being the ânice guyâ whoâd comfort you after every failed relationship he caused for you.
In his defense, He knew you wouldnât be happy with them long term. So he merely intervened to saved you time. âSo stop pretending that weâre friends and make it official with me. Youâve taunted me for far too long. You damned minx.â There was a desperate, possessive edge to his words, he was becoming increasingly fixated on the idea of claiming you as his and his alone.
This couldnât be the same Domno you love and knew as a kids. The good boy whoâd be so kind and selfless to go along with whatever mischievous schemes you concocted. just to get you out of trouble in the very end. You fucking trusted him with your own life.
But now he was a different person entirely, he sounded so deranged. As if he had been planning this farce for months, no years in advance. And you never saw it coming.
âDom ah! Stop it! Youâre scaring me! I donât want to do this anymoreââ He clamped his snout around your neck sharp canines close to penetrating your soft skin. The gesture silenced you with a clear warning.âShut up, donât start acting innocent with me. Like you didnât get off on seeing me desperate to pine after you.â
You cried, your toes curled as you quaked from every heavy slap of his balls against your ass. âIâm tired of waiting, I want my reward here n now. Itâs my turn to hold the leash babeâ fuck!â His tail wagged as he humped rapidly into your gushing cunt. Heaving out guttural whines as his knot inflated within your heavenly walls. You yelp in pain of being stretched beyond the brink.
âIâm gonna have you collared and plump with our litter. A bad girl like you needs to settle down anyways! And this is the only solution.â Domnoâs voice cracked, admittedly he was desperate to convince you, his heart wouldnât be able to take your rejection.
He was always at your complete mercy. But this time he wouldnât let your pleas cloud his judgement of doing something he shouldâve done long ago. Make you his, and his alone.
A/n: Got the idea to use random song lyrics and make them into yandere drabbles, whatâs yâallâs favorite song lyric? Let me know, and I might write a piece based off of it đ
Also if you want to see more of your yandere bestfriend Domno feel free to send in asks.
Warnings: noncon, MDNI, rough sex, cumming inside, unprotected p in v, forced relationship, slight breeding kink if you squint, creampies, yandere, captivity, dd:dne, if you're uncomfortable with such content, filter the tags or block my blog, stay safe!
do not romanticize or normalize dark content irl.
Yandere Boyfriend! who's so vocal when he's nonconning you, he just cannot shut up because you feel too good!!
His loud moans echo off the walls as he drills his cock into you with a frantic pace, biting his lips and shutting his eyes tight at the way your walls clench around him.
âFuck baby, fuck, you feel so good.â He'd praise you, grabbing your hips as leverage and pressing his forehead against yours, he'll hold you tightly so you don't have anywhere to escape or back up.
Lewds gaps and whines leave his mouth with every thrust, lips quivering all while he whimpers, feeling the pleasure course through his spine.
You could be crying, trying to push him away, but he'll simply pin you down, before leaning down and whispering nasty things into you ear.
âYou act like you don't want it butâ fuck oh! babyâ you squeeze me so tiiiight.â He'd gasp, staring at you with a gaze so sweet it makes you want to throw up.
Every moan, gasp, and whine of his feels like a mockery to you, and his words and praises just rub salt on the wound.
âGoshâ ah! *plap* you're taking me *plap* so well.â He'd coo, pressing kisses to your neck, leaving his marks and bites all over you.
He'd be looking so flushed too, like he's pussydrunk, you swear you could see literally hearts form in his eyes after he spends a few seconds buried in your cunt, staring at you with such neediness.
You really hate it when he gets to your clit, he doesn't have a hard time pressing into the certain spot that makes you gasp before he's rubs fast circles on it. You hate it because he always knows how to make you feel good, even if you're a crying mess, he will still rip an orgasm out of you forcefully.
Because he wants you to be his crying mess who's also cumming over his cock <3
He will make sure you always cum first before he does, why? Because he loves to see the way your eyes widen when your orgasm is near, internally trying to fight it, yet you fail so miserably, with your back arched as it finally hits you like a big wave.
He loves to see the effect he has on you, just like he loves to show you the effect you have on him.
And when he finally cums, it's followed with the most pornographic moan a person could ever let out, only that it's so genuine in his caseâ the loud moan would break into small whimpers as he rides his orgasm out, slowly sliding in and out of you while his cock twitches and spurts his cum into your walls.
He'd pull out with a gasp, missing your warmth so much, he wants to be buried inside you forever if he could, he wants to be so close to you :(
He'd scoop up his cum that would be leaking and and push it inside you again to knock you up as soon as possible, before licking his fingers clean, loving the taste of your essence and his mixed together.
âI love you so so so much.â He'd cuddle into you, wrapping his frame around yours as you lay there, staring up at the ceiling.
A few more minutes of recovery before he's up and energetic again, you tense up knowing what's coming, it's only the beginning, every session needs a minimum of three rounds for him, or it just feels incomplete for him!
â yuta okkotsu, gojo satoru, choso kamo, izuku midoriya, kylar the loner, sydney the fallen, mahito (idk why I put him in here), yuji itadori, + feel free to imagine any character you like!
he couldnât help it. he loaded your glass with sleeping pillsâ enough to cause a bad reaction, but he wasnât concerned about tomorrow morning and the side effects. all he wanted was to make sure youâd stay sleeping when he came to your room tonight.
and sure enough when he walks in, youâre out cold. itâs like you knew heâd be there tonight, your limbs splayed out, head on the pillow and hair mussed from your rough collapse. heâs on you in an instant, fingers slipping into your waistband as he knees your legs apart and slots himself between your thighs.
youâre like a ragdoll. like a corpse. unmoving, limp in his arms, pliable under his touch. he maneuvers you to lie on your back, prone and legs spread wide to let him in. you must be having a wet dream, youâre already slick when he forces himself inside with a low groan. your muscles try to flexâ try to push him out, but your chemical-flooded body only tenses and releases again, clenching around his thick shaft.
he fucks you rough and brutal, tiny whimpers and unconscious sounds knocked from your chest with every thrust. your eyes, closed and peaceful, dance behind your eyelids. he wonders what youâre dreaming about.
your head jostles violently on your neck as he fucks up into your squeezing cunt, his breathing heavy and thrusts staggering. your swollen pussy swallows every inch as he buries himself to the hilt and grunts as he fills you. when he finally pulls back, he smirks at your fat cunt leaking his white spend, dribbling down your ass.
leaning forward, he props your legs up on his shoulders, your body yielding to his prodding, and closes his lips around your gaping hole. your cunt clenches around his tongue as he works at your walls, licking every drop of his own seed out of your pocket. he moans a little as he feels your hips instinctively buck, his nose brushing your clit as he sucks harder, rutting his face into your pussy. your thighs shudder like they want to close around his head but your body stays limp, the only signs of life your rising chest and soft, sleepy whimpers.
he feels you cum with a hot spray down his throat, and he drinks that too, before licking you clean and sitting back up. he carefully slides your panties back on, and reapplies your blanket atop you, smiling in satisfaction at his inconspicuous handiwork. he leaves your room silently, and with any luck, youâd wake tomorrow and think all of this was just a dream.
Hi! I was wondering if you could do a story about a poor human woman getting forced into her role on a monsterâs human farm with the help of the farmhands of course.
The Breaking-In (fem!human!reader x multiple!monsters)
The wooden barn doors groan shut behind you, and the lock bolts slam home with a sound that punches through your ribs.
Your wrists are still raw from the ropes they cut off in the cart. You'd screamed yourself hoarse during the ride up the mountain, but the driverâsome scaled thing with too many knucklesâhad simply reached back and pressed one cold finger to your lips.
Now you're standing in sawdust and straw, naked before you even knew they'd stripped you. Your dress is gone. Your underwea are torn in some corner. All that remains is your skin, prickling in the cold air, and the three shapes that circle you like wolves deciding where to bite first.
"This one's got fight," rumbles the first voice.
The minotaur steps into the lantern light.
His horns curve back from a broad, flat face, nostrils flaring as he breathes you in. Black fur covers his arms, his massive shoulders, the thick column of his neck. He's wearing nothing. His cock hangs half-hidden in a sheath of furred skin, but you see the weight of it.
"Fight's good," says another voice.
The werewolf appears.
His fur is silver-grey, matted across his chest and down his spine. He's leaner than the minotaur but no less dangerous. His snout twitches, nose working, and his eyes are the color of amber. He doesn't bother hiding what's between his legs. The red tip of his cock has already slipped free of its sheath, glistening.
"Mouthy, though," observes the third. "Heard her all the way up the switchbacks. Screaming."
The horse hybrid steps closer.
He has no fur. Just smooth, dark hide stretched over a frame that seems built for endurance. Broad hands. Wide shoulders. And when he turns fully toward you, you see the length of himânot fully erect yet, but the half-hard shaft hangs near his knee. Veins trace blue rivers beneath the skin.
You back up. Your spine hits cold wood. A stall divider.
"Noâ" The word tears out of you before you can stop it. "Please, I don'tâI can'tâ"
"Shhhh."
The werewolf is in front of you before your next breath. His hand cups your jaw, claws retracted, but the pads of his fingers press hard enough to hurt. "You can. That's the beautiful part, little meat. Your body knows exactly what to do. It's just your mouth that hasn't learned yet."
You try to turn your head. He holds you still.
"Let me hear her," the minotaur says, stepping closer. His shadow swallows you. "Want to know what kind of sounds she makes."
"I told you. Mouthy."
The werewolf's thumb presses against your lower lip. You clamp your mouth shut, jaw grinding. He chuckles and then his fingers find the corners of your mouth and pull.
"Open."
You shake your head, tears spilling down your cheeks.
"Variks Farm doesn't buy closed mouths," the horse hybrid says from somewhere behind you. You feel his heat at your back. His hand lands on your hip, palm calloused, fingers spreading wide to measure the span of your waist. "Variks buys service holes. So you'll open, or we'll open you, and one of those takes a lot longer."
The werewolf's other hand comes up. Two fingers push past your lips before you can bite down. They scrape your tongue. They press toward the back of your throat.
"Ghkkâ"
"That's it. That's the sound."
He fucks your mouth with his fingers, pushing in until your eyes water, pulling out to let you gasp, then shoving deeper. Your hands come up to claw at his wrist, but the minotaur catches both your wrists in one massive fist and pins them above your head.
"Let her fight," the minotaur says. "Adds flavor."
The horse hybrid's hands are on your breasts now. No warning. Just palms cupping the weight of you, thumbs finding your nipples already tightened to hard peaks from fear and cold. He circles them, presses down, pinches.
You scream into the werewolf's fingers.
"Good," the horse hybrid breathes against your ear. "Good tits. Look at these, Dorn."
The minotaurâDornâleans down. His free hand comes up, and he doesn't just look. He touches. He palms your breast, lifts it, squeezes until you feel the pressure deep in the tissue. His thumb rasps over your areola, then he bends his head and licks.
The wet heat of his tongue shocks a moan out of you. Your hips jerk. The horse hybrid's cockâwhen did it get hard?âpresses against the small of your back, hot, heavy and so long you can feel it riding up between your shoulder blades.
"Pretty nipples," Dorn observes, pulling back. He licks his lips. "Small areolas. Sensitive, lookâ" He flicks one with his thumb and your whole body twitches. "She's going to be a faucet when we really get going."
"Check the rest of her."
The werewolf's fingers withdraw from your mouth with a wet schlick. You cough, drool stringing from your lower lip to his knuckles, and he wipes it on your cheek. "Turn her around. Want to see the back."
The hands on you rearrange you like livestock.
The horse hybrid grips your hips and spins you, forcing you on your knees. And then the werewolf is behind you, one hand spreading your ass cheeks apart, the other sliding between your thighs from the front.
"Noâdon'tâ"
"Shut her up," Dorn says mildly.
The horse hybrid steps in front of you. His cock bobs at eye levelâthick, dark, the head already weeping clear fluid. He grips your hair at the crown and tilts your face up. "Open that pretty throat."
You keep your jaw locked. He sighs.
Then he pinches your nose.
You hold out for seven seconds. Maybe eight. Then your lungs force your mouth open and he shoves inside, deep, his cock sliding over your tongue and hitting the back of your throat before you can even process the taste of salt and musk.
"HURKâ"
"There she is."
He doesn't move at first. Just lets you choke. Your throat convulses around his shaft, trying to push him out, but that only makes him groan and press deeper. Spit floods your mouth, spills down your chin, drips onto your chest.
"Look at that," the werewolf says behind you. His fingers are at your pussyâyou feel them parting your folds, exposing you. "She's already wet. Look. Look."
He spreads you open. You hear the wet sound of it, the schlick of your own arousal betraying you. Dorn leans around to see, and his grunt of approval vibrates through the stall.
"Tight little cunt," the werewolf continues. His fingertip circles your entrance, teasing the wetness gathering there. "But she'll stretch. They always do. And look at thisâ"
He pulls his hand back. You feel the blunt press of his thumb at your asshole instead.
"MMMMPHâ"
"No, no, keep choking," the horse hybrid says pleasantly. He pulls his cock back until just the head rests on your tongue, then shoves forward again.
"Ghhhk!"
"That's perfect. Do that again."
His fingers tighten in your hair. He sets a rhythm; long, lazy thrusts that bury him in your throat each time, your lips stretched around the base of his shaft, your nose pressed to his lower belly. Every push makes you gag. Every gag makes your throat squeeze him tighter. He groans above you, head thrown back, hips rolling.
"She's drooling down her tits," Dorn observes. You feel his hand on your breast again, smearing your spit across your nipple. "And her assâ"
The werewolf's thumb presses harder. Not inside yet. Just rubbing, circling, feeling the tight ring of muscle clench and release and clench again.
"Never been touched here," the werewolf says. You can hear the grin in his voice. "Virgin hole. Dorn, you want first?"
"Tempting. But let's see how many fingers she takes before she comes."
"Before?"
"You think she's not going to come?"
They both laugh. The horse hybrid pulls out of your throat just long enough for you to gasp, "Please, please, I don't want this"âand then he's back, stuffing your mouth full, cutting off your protests with the fat head of his cock.
The werewolf's finger pushes into your pussy.
Just one. Just the first knuckle. But your body reacts like you've been electrocuted; back arching, hips grinding back onto his hand, a moan vibrating around the cock in your throat. He sinks deeper. One finger. Two. Curling them, stroking the spongy spot inside you that makes your knees buckle.
"There it is," he murmurs. "There's her button. Feel that? She's squeezing me like a fist."
"Work her open," Dorn says. "Both ends."
The werewolf's thumb presses against your asshole. And pushes.
The stretch burns. You scream around the horse hybrid's cock, but the sound comes out muffled, choked. The werewolf works his thumb in slow circles, forcing the tight ring to give way, while his other fingers keep pumping your pussy. Two in there now. Maybe three. You've lost count.
And then... betrayal.
Your hips start moving on their own. Rocking back into the werewolf's hand. Grinding down onto his fingers. Your pussy flutters, and that pressure building in your belly isn't pain anymoreâ
"Ngh... noâ"
"Yes," Dorn says. He's moved closer, you feel his furred chest against your side, his hand sliding down your belly to where the werewolf's fingers disappear inside you. His thumb finds your clit. Circles it. "Yes, little bitch. That's the first one of many."
You come screaming.
It rips through you without permission. Your pussy spasms around the werewolf's fingers, clenching so hard he grunts with surprise. Your asshole tightens around his thumb. Your whole body shakes, convulses, and through it all the horse hybrid keeps fucking your throat, forcing you to swallow around his cock, choking on every thrust.
The orgasm goes on too long. Weeps out of you in shuddering waves. When it finally stops, you're limp with rapture.
"Beautiful," Dorn says. He pulls his hand back and sucks his thumb clean. "Now we fuck her."
They position you like a doll.
The werewolf lies on his back in the straw, cock jutting up against his bellyâred, ridged, his knot already beginning to swell. He grips your hips and pulls you down onto him, your pussy stretched wide around his shaft.
"Aaaahhnnâ"
"Shh. Bottom out. Take it all."
You sink onto him inch by inch. He's not as long as the horse hybrid, but he's thick, and the ridges drag against every nerve inside you. When your ass meets his hips, you feel him pressed against your cervix, and your eyes roll back.
"Good girl," the werewolf breathes. "Now don't move."
You couldn't move if you tried. Your legs are shaking too hard.
But Dorn kneels behind you. You feel his hands on your hips, spreading you wider, and then something cool and wet drips down the crack of your ass: spit, he's spitting on you, working the saliva into your hole with his thumb.
"Ready, sweet little bitch?"
"Noânot thereâI can'tâ"
His cock presses against your asshole.
You've never had anything inside there. Never even touched yourself that way. But Dorn doesn't care about your experience. He pushes, and the head of his huge cock stretches the tight ring until you feel like you're splitting in half.
"BREATHE," he commands.
You breathe. And he slides deeper.
The pain whites out for a moment. Then something shifts. Muscles giving up, giving in, and he's inside, his cock filling your ass completely, pressed against the thin wall that separates him from the werewolf's shaft in your pussy.
You can feel both of them. Every ridge. Every vein. The werewolf's cock swelling inside you,the curve of Dorn's shaft pressing forward.
"Look," the horse hybrid says.
He's kneeling in front of you now, cock in hand, stroking slowly. He reaches out and presses his palm flat against your stomach. You glance down.
There's a visible bump. Two of them, pressing against the wall of your belly from the inside.
"There's your purpose," he says. "Just a set of holes for us to use. Now open up."
You don't have the strength to fight. Your jaw drops open and he feeds his cock into your mouth, down your throat, past where you thought your throat ended. The bulge in your neck matches the one in your belly.
And then they start moving.
The werewolf thrusts up into your pussy. Dorn thrusts forward into your ass. The horse hybrid thrusts deep into your throat. Three different rhythms, three different angles, and you're just the meat between them. Bouncing, choking, drooling, moaning despite yourself.
"Ghhhkâglrkâshhlckâ"
The sounds are filthy.
Your pussy squelches around the werewolf's cock every time he pulls back. Your ass stretches wide as more spit is rubbed all over your rim. The horse hybrid's balls slap against your chin when he fucks your throat, and his pre-cum mixes with your spit and drips down your chest.
"She's taking it," Dorn growls. His claws dig into your hips hard enough to leave marks. "Taking all of us. Look at her throatâlookâ"
The horse hybrid pulls out just enough for you to see his cock sliding in and out of your stretched lips. Your throat bulges with each thrust. Your eyes are streaming. Your nose runs.
"Pretty little bitch," the horse hybrid sighs. He shoves back in and you gag, throat convulsing, and he groans.
You climax again.
This one doesn't ask permission. Your pussy squeezes the werewolf's length, your ass clamping down on Dorn's shaft, your throat spasming around the horse hybrid's length. You scream but no sound comes out. Just a wet ghkk around the cock in your mouth.
"That's it," Dorn snarls. "That's it, take it, take itâ"
They fuck you through the orgasm. Past it. Into another one that crests before the first one finishes.
The werewolf comes first. You feel his knot lock inside you, swelling until you can't move, and then hot floods of cum pump you full. His hips jerk. His head tips back, and he howls.
The sound triggers Dorn. He slams into your ass one last time, balls deep, and you feel his cock pulse, once, twice, three times, pumping his load into your bowels. His hands crush your hips. His roar drowns out everything else.
The horse hybrid pulls out of your throat just long enough to stroke himself over your face. "Open your eyes."
You do. The first rope of cum hits your left eye. The second paints your lips. The third lands on your chest, and by the time he's done you're wearing him like a mask.
They pull out slowly. You feel every inch, the slide, the emptiness, the rush of fluids that follow. Cum drips from your pussy, your ass, your mouth. It pools in your navel. It runs down your thighs.
You collapse face-first into the straw, shuddering.
"It's over," you whisper. "Please. It's over."
Dorn laughs.
"Poor little one," he says, petting your hair. "The night shift hasn't even clocked in."
The barn doors open again.
More shapes. More shadows.
A centaur, his human chest bare, his horse body gleaming. His cock hangs from his equine sheath, longer than the horse hybrid's.
Behind him, a lizardfolk with rusty scales, his tongue flickering out to taste the air. His cock is different; ridged, barbed, the color of blood.
A gargoyle shambles in last. Stone and power. His cock is carved from the same grey rock, slick with some kind of oil that drips onto the floor.
"First shift did good work," the centaur says, circling you. His hooves click on the wood. "She's loose. Ready."
"No," you try. Your voice comes out broken. "No moreâ"
The lizardfolk kneels beside your head. His forked tongue licks the cum off your cheek. "More," he says simply. "Always more. You don't stop until morning, little one. That's the point."
The gargoyle crouches between your legs. Stone fingers part your pussyâstill dripping, still twitchingâand he pushes one huge finger inside. The stone is rough, textured, and you feel every groove scraping your walls.
"Wider," the gargoyle says. "She needs to be wider."
The centaur lowers himself and positions himself at your mouth. His cock is too long, too thick, but you don't have the strength to fight. He pushes past your lips and down your throat without resistance this time. Your throat has learned. It opens for him like a sheath.
The lizardfolk takes your pussy. His barbed ridges catch on every nerve as he slides inside, and you scream around the centaur's cockâbut the scream turns into a moan when the barbs drag against that spot inside you. He fucks you slow. Each stroke scrapes you raw and sends lightning up your spine.
The gargoyle takes your ass. Stone stretches you wider than Dorn did, wider than you thought possible, and the oil lubricates but doesn't cushion. You feel every inch of carved rock pressing into your bowels.
Three of them. Three new monsters. Three new rhythms.
You stop fighting after the first hour.
By the second hour, you're on your side, riding the centaur's cock while the lizardfolk fucks your ass from behind and the gargoyle kneels in front of you, your lips stretched around his stone shaft. Your jaw aches. Your throat is raw. But your pussy keeps clenching, and your ass keeps gripping, and you keep coming... over and over, orgasms stacked on orgasms until you can't tell where one ends and another begins.
The centaur paints your pussy with his release. The lizardfolk follows, filling your ass until it overflows. The gargoyle finishes last, pulls out, strokes his stone cock over your face, and unloads grey-white cum across your tongue and cheeks and hair.
You lie in the mess. Unable to move. Unable to close your legs. Your pussy gapes open, leaking. Your ass is similar; a dark, stretched hole that winks. Cum drips from your lips, your chin, your eyelashes.
The lizard cups your face and tilts it toward him. "Look at you," he says softly. "Broken in. Ready."
He kisses your forehead and stands. "The day shift will be here soon. Rest while you can, little one."
The barn doors close.
The lanterns flicker.
And somewhere outside, you hear more hooves approaching.
âI wanna ruin our friendship we should be lovers insteadâăâ
Cw: MDNI NSFW, fem reader x puppy hybrid, knotting, baby trapping, cum inflation, NONCON, drunk sex, obsessive/possessive/delusional behavior, mentions of murder, unprotected sex, coercion, dubcon, one night stand(?), toxicity, Domno is too far gone to stop.
Imagine a desperate Yandere bestfriend! Volunteering to be your rebound after your last relationship gone sterile. Your partner going ghost outta nowhere a week before yâallâs anniversary. Leaving voicemail poorly audited about breaking up with you.
You were heartbroken, just wanting something to take your mind off of being betrayed. You could trust Domno, he was your only bestfriend.
Unfortunately, you were the only one who thought thatâs where yâallâs relationship stopped. The puppy hybrid had different ideas to make it more permanent. As being your best friend wasnât enough for him.
âIâve got you my sweet belle, they could never appreciate you as you deserve... Not like how I can.â You were too out of it to make any sense of what he was saying. Dumbly looking at him with hazy eyes, too drunk to register how he was dragging his cock down your slit.
Before easing his tapered head deep inside you, not bothering to use the condom you gave him in advance. With a moan falling from his lips.
âIâll take care of you, like Iâve always done. So you can forget all about those wretches. And get pregnant with my pups, thatâll be a good distraction for you no?â You slightly sobered up at his words. Thinking maybe it was a slip of the tongue. After all you clearly stated that this was a fling. Out of all people Heâd understand your boundaries, right?
However, the more he spoke, goosebumps began riddling your skin.
âAnd yknow how my family loves you? Well Iâve told them that weâve been dating on the low, months ago.â What the fuck? Now this had to be a poor joke. Maybe he was too under the influence, as you both had a lot to drink.
âDom, staph thatâs not funny! youâre making this weirdâ You slurred, youâd give him the benefit of the doubt. Surely, with that heâd come to his senses and back off a bit.
But he brushed off your comment of discomfort and continued under his breath. âShh⊠Hear me out, that means you neednât worry about their approval at all!â He bottomed out, and began fingering your swollen clit with his clawed digits.
âTheyâd be happy to get a couple additions to the family tree ahead of schedule. Everything would work outâŠâ Domno panted heavily, he was already close to nutting inside of that greedy pussy. All these years of yearning for his you led up to this, and he wasnât going to squander it.
Not after all the hard work he put into being the ânice guyâ whoâd comfort you after every failed relationship he caused for you.
In his defense, He knew you wouldnât be happy with them long term. So he merely intervened to saved you time. âSo stop pretending that weâre friends and make it official with me. Youâve taunted me for far too long. You damned minx.â There was a desperate, possessive edge to his words, he was becoming increasingly fixated on the idea of claiming you as his and his alone.
This couldnât be the same Domno you love and knew as a kids. The good boy whoâd be so kind and selfless to go along with whatever mischievous schemes you concocted. just to get you out of trouble in the very end. You fucking trusted him with your own life.
But now he was a different person entirely, he sounded so deranged. As if he had been planning this farce for months, no years in advance. And you never saw it coming.
âDom ah! Stop it! Youâre scaring me! I donât want to do this anymoreââ He clamped his snout around your neck sharp canines close to penetrating your soft skin. The gesture silenced you with a clear warning.âShut up, donât start acting innocent with me. Like you didnât get off on seeing me desperate to pine after you.â
You cried, your toes curled as you quaked from every heavy slap of his balls against your ass. âIâm tired of waiting, I want my reward here n now. Itâs my turn to hold the leash babeâ fuck!â His tail wagged as he humped rapidly into your gushing cunt. Heaving out guttural whines as his knot inflated within your heavenly walls. You yelp in pain of being stretched beyond the brink.
âIâm gonna have you collared and plump with our litter. A bad girl like you needs to settle down anyways! And this is the only solution.â Domnoâs voice cracked, admittedly he was desperate to convince you, his heart wouldnât be able to take your rejection.
He was always at your complete mercy. But this time he wouldnât let your pleas cloud his judgement of doing something he shouldâve done long ago. Make you his, and his alone.
A/n: Got the idea to use random song lyrics and make them into yandere drabbles, whatâs yâallâs favorite song lyric? Let me know, and I might write a piece based off of it đ
Also if you want to see more of your yandere bestfriend Domno feel free to send in asks.
caleb is all too cocky about your inability to do anything but lay beneath him all slack-jawed and shaky as he drills his cock into you despite your overstimulation.
youâre so fucked out that you canât even muster up the energy or mindpower to regret gifting your boyfriend and polaroid camera for his birthday. you had brought it with romance in mindâheâs away so often for such long periods at a time that you thought a few sweet photos he can carry in the lining of his uniform jacket would be a nice idea.
but caleb, the amalgamation of all things desperate and horny, couldnât wait five minutes after unwrapping his gift to start unwrapping you as well. each layer of clothing discarded heâd reward with a photo of your revealed skin until he was trying to finesse a way to hold the camera with one hand as the other pumped his fingers mercilessly into your cunt.
now, hours later, youâre laying on a bed of polaroids, each more lewd than the last. one digs into your skin while another is jostled off the bed with the hard thrusts of your boyfriends leaky cock into your (regrettably) still-needy pussy. the effect this man has on you is unreasonableâyouâve cum so many times that you canât form a coherent thought and still you think youâd cry if he pulled out and denied you the stretch of his cock.
flash. another shot is taken, this one of your glossy eyes and drool-soaked lips.
âyouâre so messy,â he teases like his dick isnât shining with the sweet mixture of your releasesâlike heâs not spat on your cunt just to rub load after load of cum around your clit in sick circles that make you choke on your breath. what an asshole he is.
âgonna make you cum again, pips,â he grins, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. âi want to see if i can catch you squirting in a pic, hm?â
you part your kiss-swollen lips to protest. âcantââ is all you can manage though, before your boyfriend, your best friend, is squeezing your cheeks between his long fingers and frowning down at you.
âdonât doubt yourself, pretty, you can do anything if you set your mind to it!â
pep talk of the century. youâd laugh at him if you had half your mind left, but all you have the space to think about is how heâs never gotten quite this deep inside of you before. you donât even process the way heâs driven your hips up with his thighs to feel even more of you around him.
so perfect, he calls you. and even though heâs fucking you erratically, once he feels the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, heâs all smiles. sweet glossy eyes brimming with needy tears, flushed cheeks, soft brows⊠the man with his cock so deep inside of you that youâre seeing stars, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead as you orgasm.
itâs too much. you choke on it, you feel it in every bone in your body and still you crave more of him. you squirt around his cock with a moan made for porn and caleb feels like a hormonal virgin all over again.
click. another pic; one that prints to be fanned out immediatelyâone hand flapping the print through the air as the other one rubs slow circles on your tummy as he tries to feel himself pushing inside of you.
once it finally develops enough to gift caleb with the sight of your spread legs and the mess of lust between them, you swear he grows even harder inside of you.
âyeah,â your idiot of a man grins. âthis oneâs going on my wall.â
this is a repost from my deactivated acc of the same user. i wrote this i wrote this i wrote this
Summary: All of the lads men owning a garage together. They decide to hire a new assistant to help out but soon come to realise theyâre completely obsessed with their pretty little assistant. NSFW UNDER CUT!!
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Xavier - He notices when you skip meals when stressed about work. He offers up his snacks he had bought to work that day until it turned into routine. He claimed it as he just had extra but deep down they were extra but only because he deliberately packed them just for you :) He doesnât usually bribe anyone but with you? He would sneak you your favourite things just so that he could nap in the office and that you wouldnât tell anyone (everyone knows where he is but they just donât say anything) if he ever catches a customer calling you sweetheart or any other cute names, he just looms around you - keeping an eye on the customer and also saying something like âEither call her by her name or nothing at allâ
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Zayne - Zayneâs desk is cramped and filed with a computer filled with pictures stuck to the frame of everyone in the garage. His favourites were the ones with you smiling in them. Whenever heâs not nose deep in import documents for different car parts, heâs dealing with customers payments. It was mind numbing but not when you come in. You love to vent to him, about customers, the other guys or just personal issues. He listens and never judges but he remembers everything, especially when itâs a shitty customer - adding another unknown charge to their invoice claiming it was for âother issues foundâ.
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Rafayel - Raf treats cars like theyâre canvases and your car is his personal project. Every time you mention a new favourite colour, heâll vinyl wrap your cars body for free. Whenever you try to offer up money for his services he just waves it off and says that you can take him out for lunch (which he pays for before you can. Every. Single. Time.) he just loves to watch you drive around in something he made for you, you canât exactly blame the guy. And if you didnât like anything about it, heâd change it overnight, making sure itâs perfect for you.
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Sylus - Sylus insists that if heâs gonna fix an engine you have to stand close to him. He positions you so youâre close enough to see inside of the cars main engine, but also close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from your body. He likes to explain the ins and outs of an engine to you, patient and keeps looking over at you every time to see if youâre understanding. When you get something right, he feels a sense of pride in his chest. He also takes you on test drives in the customers cars, hand resting on the middle console close enough to touch you if he wanted to. He would usually say something like âHear that? Thatâs how a car is supposed to sound.â
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Caleb - Caleb hates seeing your pretty outfits ruined by grease or oil. So every time you step out onto the shop floor to help, heâs approaching you with his overalls that have his name embroidered into the breast pocket. Theyâre too big, sleeves covering your hands and smell exactly like him and motor oil. He rolls up the sleeves, not caring about the protests coming from your lips. âCanât have you getting dirty, yeah?â He says with that smile and a chuckle leaving his mouth. Customers assume that you two are together, he never corrects them and just swings his arm around your shoulder pulling you close to his side.
!!NSFW BELOW!!
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Xavier - He doesnât care who comes into the office, he has you spread out on the desk head between your thighs as he eats you out like heâs starved. He loves the feeling of your thighs squeezing his head when you come so easily on his tongue, laps up the taste of your cum. Heâd also draw it out for as long as he could, having to bring you to climax at least twice before even fucking you with his cock. If someone came in heâd just look over his shoulder, chin shining with your slick and smirks âCanât you see Iâm busy. Iâll be out in a secondâ is all he says before doubling his efforts into making you see stars with his tongue.
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Zayne - THIS MAN LOVES IT WHEN YOU COCKWARM HIM!! If he needs to get an order done, oh he gets it done, with you sitting on his lap, pretty pussy swallowing him whole. While youâre there, why donât you help him out? He lets you type in what he needs, he has one hand on the mouse while the other is teasing your swollen clit. His breath hot on your ear as he hums things in your ear. âYouâre doing such a good job, just two more documents and youâll get exactly what you wantâ is what he says as he gives your cunt a little playful pat.
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Rafayel - Loves taking you for a drive and parking up somewhere scenic and beautiful only to fuck you so good and deep in the backseat. He bullies his thick cock into your dripping hole, slick dripping onto the seats below as he presses your knees to your chest. The windows fog up, car rocking from the force of his thrusts but god if it didnât feel like fucking heaven. He loves it even more if itâs your car, the same one he vinyl wrapped, it just means that youâre surrounded and filled with him and only him.
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Sylus - Whenever heâs teaching you about engines, his sleeves pulled up to his elbows and hands dirty - itâs always a sight that turns you on. The first time he fucked you was against a customers car, the hood of the car was down and your body was bent over it, ass in the air as Sylus fucked you hard and deep. Your shirt was pulled up over your chest, bare tits on display as he pawed at them leaving traces of dirt and grime behind on your skin from his hardworking hands. Hopefully the customer never finds out ;)
Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË Caleb - He loves it when youâre in his clothes but he also loves to see you out of them. His overalls you wore were unbuttoned at the top, his lips attached to your breasts while your hips ground against his leg. His hands were dug in your hips, guiding your covered pussy against his strong thigh. He loved seeing you like this, messy and his - head tilted back as you lost yourself against the friction of your two bodies. âSo fucking pretty pipsâ he whispered against your skin as he looked up at you through hooded eyes, his gaze fixated on the shape of your mouth falling open to let out mewls and gasps. Totally sniffs the overalls when you're done with them.
Imagine not realizing something has a knot until you start feeling it bash against your hole as it fattens up with their nearing climax. Saying, âWait, wait, wait!â as their thrusts get noticeably harder before itâs forced inside, leaving you to suddenly grapple with the big stretch and taking an entire load raw.
when there's a lack of boundaries between you and puppy hybrid! bsf (18+)
the two of you are the biggest scandal around. many, if not most of the male hybrids on campus think it'd be fruitless to court you, and the females to court him, since the two of you seem to be a mated pair.
you have the scent of puppy all over your skin, while he has faint bunny teeth marks dotting his collarbones and throat, dangerously close to his mating gland. you have matching ones on the soft parts of your body; your hips, thighs... breasts... ass. in a platonic way of course.
the tall, floppy eared puppy hybrid trails after you like he's on a leash you're holding. he's so obsessed with his sweet bunny best friend, all warm skin and soft thighs covered in skimpy things like sheer tights or mini skirts with your bunny tail twitching right above your pert ass.
the only reason he can get away with touching you as much as he does is because you're so clueless and needy. instead of wondering why your little panties get damp spots in them when he licks and bites you, all you can think about is straddling his lap and bouncing on him.
you're always in his lap.
Sometimes you're just buzzing with excitement about a quiz you think you aced, and you throws yourself onto him without noticing the way his arms lock around your waist territorially. beyond being possessive, pup also has to hold you and himself still because otherwise, he might rut up into you like an animal, or sniff behind your floppy ears and hump you right there in the quad.
he thinks about it, a lot. what it would be like to frot with his pretty bunny, but he doesnât do it because you're best friends. you just think he's sweet and affectionate in the puppies usually are, not realizing how his tail wags uncontrollably only for you and that when you're tangled up with him too long he runs to the bathroom for fifteen minutes not for a pee break but because his cock's gotten so wet and swollen that he can't last much longer without creaming all over you.
but then again, you're just as bad. you make a wet, gooey mess all over yourself whenever he grabs you by the hips when you're cuddling, and you get sooo warm and flushed all over when he pins you down in mock fights, tail wagging, tongue out, teeth grazing your skin to hold himself back from biting and breeding.
âËâč đŻ
your dorm seems to be way hotter than it needs to be. puppy's shirt is off, thrown somewhere under your desk, and his tail flicks back and forth behind him while you lay on top of him in bed, boobs squished to his face while you read your new book. your skirt's all bunched up and your thighs are bare and squishy where they press against him.
âyou're so warm,â he mumbles, nose scrunching, glossy eyes blinking up at you.
âyouâre the one who wanted me to sit here,â you pout in return, cheeks flushed. his hands are splayed on the outside of your thighs, rubbing over your skin back and forth. it's a tickly feeling that makes you wriggle on him a little to escape the sensation.
whenever you move on top of him, your scent spikes and it punches right into his senses. he groans and tugs you down on top of him to bury his face into your neck. âno squirming,â he pants, tongue peeking past his canines.
âwhy?" you tilt your head, bunny ears flopping to the side. "y'acting weird,â you say, petting his hair absently.
he mumbles something into your skin, licking once. âyou smell like youâre gonna go into heat and it's making me react weird.â he growls, finally lifting his head, eyes wet and wide. he's panting. âyou reek, bun. can smell y'pussy."
your thighs squeeze around his hips automatically, your whole body suddenly trembling. âdonât say that,â you whisper shyly, your voice high and scandalized, bunny tail twitching in little jerks behind you. your little nose wrinkles. ââŠyou smell worse. i canât even think when you smell like that.â
"stop," he yips, tail flicking frantically. âcan't control it, been trying so hard not to jump you, i swear,â
â...you have..?â you ask curiously, looking down at him. he looks so genuinely desperate itâs embarrassing. he whines and gets warm in the cheeks, squeezing you against him tighter. he nods weakly.
"i have to hold back too," you mumble into his neck after a beat. youâre embarrassed to admit it because your thighs are sticky and your hips are grinding down into his lap in tiny, unconscious movements.
âyou do?â he breathes. his ears twitch and flop down heavy against his head. âyou hold back?â
you nod against his skin, cheeks burning. âwhen you pin me down or grab me like that, it makes my head go all fuzzy. i-i donât know, mmm... just wanna⊠wanna rub on you or something."
the minute you admit the truth, he begins frantically nosing at your throat, nipping it, sucking, with a low, excited moans. you squeal, hips twitching up against him instinctively. âwhatâre you doing?â
âyou said you wanted it!â he cries out, humping up into you once and nearly sobbing when the friction makes his ears twitch. âcanât help it. y'smell so, fuck, you smell so sweet, bun, wanna eat you.â his nose twitches and heâs panting again. his hands cup under your thighs, squeezing. his cock is throbbing.
"oh god," he moans, rutting into. his lips are sticky and swollen from biting them so hard. "ngh fuuuck i do this to m'pillow, bun. i think about you and i hump it,"
âpup!â you squeak, scandalized, but you donât pull away. your hips match the slow, desperate rut of his under you, and despite there being barely any friction through your underwear, your cunt is soaked, and you can feel the outline of him right beneath your core. his cock is hot and throbbing with every grind.
âi hump it and pretend itâs you,â he gasps, squeezing your thighs tighter. his ears are flattened down, floppy against his flushed cheeks, and his whole body is shuddering beneath you. âi wrap your hoodie around it and press my face to your scent- nghh, i get it wet, just like this,â he sits up suddenly, arms wrapping tight around your waist and caging you in his lap. his forehead presses to yours. "bun... need, need, mmf-"
-is the last thing he mumbles out before he leans forward to capture his lips with yours. it's so messy and nasty. pup's tongue is huge and drooly and because he's so eager to finally finally have his lips on yours, he just ends up slobbering you because he's so excited. he bites on your lower lip, and you gasp into his in response, tugging on his hair sharp enough to make him yowl with pleasure.
he grabs yours hips and drags you down hard into his lap, mouth still locked with yours. his tongue rolls over yours when you moan again and grind back. he's panting into your mouth at the way your plump pussy grinds into his cock through your clothes. both of you are soaked, slick and pre leaking between the two of you to make squelching noises every time you rock down and he pushes up.
your mouth is glossy and swollen, coated in spit that clings in strings whenever he pulls back to breathe before diving right back in, tongue first, like a dog.
âstop,â he groans against your lips, licking into your mouth. âstop moving like that, i'm gonna- fuck! iâm gonna cum bun,"
âi know, want it s'bad,â you moan loudly, rolling your hips sloooow over his clothed cock, rubbing your folds over every single inch. his head lolls back stupidly.
âoh f-fuck,â he moans, thrusting against you again, the head of his cock sliding under the slick cotton of your panties with a disgusting wet sound. the bed creaks underneath you as he rocks, rocks, rocks into you.
pup sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder, almost on your mating gland but barely holding back just before he permanently bonds you with him. both your glands have been seeping oil since he's started, opening up eagerly and hoping to be claimed. it's taking all of him not to do it. his cock presses tight and hot against the swell of your cunt through your soaked panties, and you keen, tears pricking your eyes from the sheer overload.
âgonna -shit- cum,â he pants, tongue hanging out to kiss the reddening bite mark he just left. âbun, iâm gonna come, gonna make a mess,â
you whimper and rub harder against him, cunt soaking through your thin panties and onto his boxers, until thereâs a huge dark patch under your pussy. "y-you can!" you cry, face buried in his neck. âi want it, nnghhh fuck! want you, pup!â
he lets out this helpless, whimpering moan and then he grabs you by the hips, pulling you down hard just as he jerks up. his whole body locks up as his cock pulses hot and hard under you. your thighs become so sticky with slick as you start to cum with him, little cotton tail getting wet and sticky as your mixed juices start to drip down your skin, pooling in the dips where your thighs meet your ass.
he holds you there, panting through his teeth as his cock twitches repeatedly with more of his cream splurting out each time, staining both your underwear with thick, warm loads that donât stop.
Werewolf who you have to pay a âtollâ to every time you need to cross the clearing in the woods to get to your grandmaâs house.
How do you do that?
Simple- you have to let him breed you. A brutal, possessive claim every time you cross his woods.
His hot breath washes over your skin, his claws flexing with anticipation. You know what's expected of you, and the thought of submitting to such a dominant creature sends shivers down your spine.
With a low, rumbling growl, he pins you on the ground on all fours, lifting your skirts and ripping off your undergarments to reveal your hole already clenching in anticipation for him.
No words are spoken during these 'payments', only his growls and the wet squelching of both your juices.
His cock rubs on the curve of your ass and then on your hole. His cock is throbbing as his precum coats your flushed skin, his mouth drooling saliva from its fangs as he sniffs your delicious arousal. So warm, so fertile, he growls in satisfaction.
Your screams echoes through the forest as the werewolf's enormous cock stretches you wide open, burying itself to the hilt inside you. He begins to rut into you with savagely, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust, claws digging into your skin, leaving deep gouges as it holds you down and pounds into you relentlessly.
Pain and pleasure blend together in a dizzying mix as he claims you, marking you as its own. But despite the agony, a dark, an insatiable part of you revels in being taken so brutally, so thoroughly dominated by him.
You're being used like a toy, a mere vessel for its base urges. And you look forward to it every single time.
Your partner catches you staring again, their lips turning down into a slight frown. They sigh, crossing their arms in a way that lets them rest their forearms on their gravid belly.
"What? Never considered I have to grow all those eggs I put in you?" They said, running a hand down their belly, all the way underneath to help support the weight. Then they noticed the way you had been staring, and not just that you had been staring and the frown started to fade, a little glint showing in their eye. They stepped forward, moving awkwardly with all the weight they carried with them.
"I've never let myself grow this many before, you know? I've never let it build up for more than a week, no more than I could hide with some baggier clothes." They spoke, their voice lowering to a purr as they drew nearer to where you lay, crawling into the bed atop you, straddling you.
"I've never had someone to put these in before." There's a hunger in their voice now as you see their ovipositor begin to creep into view, brushing against your bare thigh, sliding up towards your wet cunt. Their other tentacles pull your legs apart, giving themself full access to you. They reach their hands out to yours, guiding you to hold the weight of their gravid belly, letting you feel how taut it's become with nearly a month's worth of eggs weighing them down.
"Now all they need is their mother's nice, warm womb to incubate... There's not enough space in me for them to keep growing." They say, their ovipositor starting to press itself into your waiting slit, squirming and slithering upwards as deep as it can go. You feel the familiar push against your cervix, against that place nothing should be able to reach. It doesn't even hurt now, when they push inside of your womb to claim you; it's so familiar, and you did always have a little bit of a masochistic streak, didn't you?
The eggs start to push into you, the size of tennis balls, nearly getting stuck before even entering inside; it was lucky they had a little bit of squish to them, otherwise they'd probably tear you apart just trying to fit one. The first egg always comes alone, helping prepare you, open you up to its siblings coming shortly after. Then you start feeling the intervals between eggs shorten... Maybe ten seconds at first, then five, then barely two, then they feel like a nonstop flow of eggs, of their eggs filling you.
With your hands on their belly you can feel them start to shrink back down as they turn you into their incubator once more. You can feel the shifting of the multitude inside them as each egg starts to enter their ovipositor, then into you.You can feel the weight transfer into you. They were right; they always grew larger inside you before they properly hatched, and your frame was so much smaller than theirs you were already nearly immobilized by the shear weight of their eggs. They were only a little over halfway done.
It felt like you were trapped there beneath them for minutes on end receiving their eggs. Blissful minutes, wracked with orgasm after orgasm until your mind slipped away and the only concept of time that existed was right now. Right now, being filled, being theirs. You hardly noticed when the eggs finally stopped coming, when their belly was flat and yours was so large you couldn't see the tentacles holding you past your bump. The blissful haze was so strong you could hardly form words, but they seemed to understand what you needed nonetheless, leaning down to slip their arms around you, having to settle for draping an arm over your belly for now instead.
They smiled softly at you, leaning in ever so close until you could feel the heat of their breath against your ear, and whispered.
Every fantasy youâve ever imagined is granted to you, but in the wrong way. Every single depraved, twisted thing you wanted to experience, even things a mortal human body canât physically do. Itâs hell, so those restrictions no longer apply.
Youâre fucked for literal years on end. By everything and anything. Monsters, criminals, beasts, objects, machines, if you can think of it, it fucks you, or someone fucks you with it.
Huge cocks that would literally ruin you in your past life. Strange objects and techniques that would rip you apart.
Tentacles fuck all the way through your body, entering your ass, and thrusting through your throat.
Massive eggs deposited deep in your womb, only for you to have to birth them, your body stretched obscenely and painfully. Just when you finally feel one crown, another huge cock pushes it all the way back into you, forcing it to reenter your cervix.
Massive Minotaurs forcing you down on two of their cocks at once, your mind snapping in half as they slam themselves into you over and over again.
3 headed Cerberus with his huge dick longer than your arm, pounding his knot in and out of your ass at a dizzying speed. Gallons of cum pumped into you until itâs dripping out of your mouth.
Crazed scientists with hundreds of machines to test on you. How much does this one hurt? How much does that one make you scream?
Criminals you knew of on earth who stand against everything you believe in, making you a drooling slut on their cocks. Taunting you for being so easy to break. Youâll just fuck anything wonât you? Even the literal worst humanity has to offer.
Being spitroasted between two huge demons, their tips meeting in your middle, their tails deep in your ass.
So much cum. Youâre always filled, dripping, swallowing. Each creature depositing their cum, or eggs, or whatever else inside you and dropping you to crash to the ground when they are done. At all times youâre incubating at least 3 different species.
And the kicker? What truly makes it all the worst punishment imaginable? You canât cum. You have been cursed to be unable. You live just before the peak at all moments. But you never tip over. You never get to feel the release.
You spend eternity on the precipice of the strongest orgasm anyone, anything, has ever experienced, and you will never get to find out what it feels like.
You didnât mean to charm a demon. Let alone a pack of them.
You were just a farm girl. Wake with the dawn, fetch the eggs, feed the goats, sweat in the field âtil your hands were raw. You werenât a mage. Werenât cursed. Youâd never stepped foot in a temple or pissed on some ancient ruin. You just smiled too much. You laughed at things that shouldnât be funny. You had hay in your hair and freckles on your cheeks and the softness of someone who didnât know better than to look a devil in the eyes and giggle.
Theyâd started showing up at night.
At first, you thought it was shadows. A cold wind. A feeling under your skin that made you tug the blankets tighter. Then it was whispersâdeep and velvet-thick, crawling through the cracks of your dreams.
âSweet thingâŠâ
âSoft little body, all aloneâŠâ
âWeâll take such good care of youâŠâ
Youâd wake wet. Ache in your belly. Clutching your pillow, thighs sticky with the kind of dream you were too embarrassed to even think about once the sun rose.
The worst part? You thought it was just you.
Too many nights alone. Not enough good men in town. Your imagination running wild. Youâd laugh it off in the morning, red in the face, hauling water from the well like it hadnât felt realâlike you hadnât heard teeth at your throat and claws on your hips and voices growling your name in unison.
Then you started seeing them.
Always on the edge of the woods. Always when you were alone. Not full formâjust flashes. Long horns. Smoke-thick eyes. Black claws curling around tree bark. And the heat.
Gods, the heat.
Youâd feel it first. Out of nowhere. Mid-chore, bent over the trough, skirt damp with well water, and suddenly your skin would flush hot and tight, like something had licked up the back of your thighs.
Then you'd turnâand nothing. Just trees. Just wind.
One time, you laughed aloud. âYâallâre just makinâ fun of me,â you said to the shadows, cheeks red as apples. âSilly little dreams, thatâs all.â
You didnât see the way the trees twitched. How the air thickened. How claws curled deeper into the dirt in restraint.
But you heard the laugh.
Low. Deep. Shuddering. Right behind your ear.
That night, they didnât let you sleep.
You laid in bed, eyes fluttering shutâand fell. Not into dreams, but into a place beneath them.
A world thick with smoke and velvet. A bed not yoursâmassive, draped in dark silk, soaked with warmth. And they were there.
All of them.
Three at least. Maybe more. Hard to count with their hands everywhere.
One kissed your neck, tongue dragging slowly up to your jaw as another knelt between your thighs, spreading them with claws so sharp they tore your nightgown like paper. The third one stroked your cheek with fingers that felt too hot for flesh.
They didnât ask.
They didnât need to.
Your dream-body was already writhing, already soaked, gasping into the dark as one thick cock pressed against your cunt, hot and leaking, while another brushed your lips, wetting them before sliding in slow.
They took turns.
Fucking you deep, slow, wetâgrowling praise into your ear, clawing at your hips, choking you just enough to make you moan louder.
âYou donât even know, do you?â one murmured, balls slapping wetly against your ass.
âYouâre ours. You always were.â
âYouâll see. Weâll drag you under. Make you a queen. Breed you full âtil youâre heavy with demonspawn and smiling.â
And god, it felt so good.
Too good.
You came over and over, body lifted and tossed like a toy between them. One knotted youâdeep, pulsing, locked so tight your stomach swelled from the heat of his cum. Another came on your belly, licking it off with a pointed tongue. Another filled your throat âtil your eyes rolled back.
When you woke?
Sunlight. Birds.
You were in your bed. Your nightgownâtorn. Thighs sore. Pussy leaking. You sat up, dazed and aching, blinking at the dust in the air.
ââŠThat was some dream,â you mumbled, face hot.
You didnât see the claw mark burned into the wood above your headboard.
You didnât hear the whisper that slipped beneath your door, soft as breath:
saw a pussy portal story, and omggggg i wish, imagine sitting bored through a lecture and a monster decides to use your portal???? getting absolutely wrecked by a giant ridged cock, panties ruined with your slick and the precum as this monster pounds your little pussy and you are forced to wobble off to the bathroom, curling up on the ground and letting the monster force broken and desperate little ah ah ah ah ahs out of your mouth, uncaring of other student who hear you cumming over and over in the stall, clenching and squirting on monster cock
