mikael kaiser x fem!reader, for the ‘here be monsters’ event
The beach wind blows your hat down the dunes at a speed you can’t possibly beat, but it doesn’t stop you from trying. Okinawa should’ve been lovely. It could have been lovely, under different circumstances. The massive, obnoxious ring glitters in the sad mockery of sunlight, covered by the thick layer of fog shrouding the beach — and you chase down your hat as it escapes your vicinity every few steps. Until long legs catch up faster than you can, bend to pick it up and dust it off.
Mikael’s vanilla white hair is gently tousled by the wind as he casts those deep blues your way, a slight smile playing at his lips.
There’s no doubt he holds back a sarcastic quip at your expense, but he still holds the hat out your way. “Not the honeymoon we were expecting, huh?” You stop a few steps away, and wait for him to close the gap. His long, thin fingers softly grasp your chin to tilt your gaze his way. “Ain’t that right, lovely girl?”
“We wanted it to be sunny,” you chime back, shuddering when his thumb catches your bottom lip and tugs it just enough to tickle, then hurt.
He nods with that playfully mocking pout he always does when you act like a baby, and chuckles when you make a noise. “Mhm~ Wanted it to be sunny. Little princess is a tough customer, hm.”
You allow yourself to be turned to the ocean, have him press his tall, muscular body all around you as his chin comes to rest on your shoulder. You wanted sun, and to be the obnoxiously adored apple of his eye — you wanted to be Mikael’s wife.
You feel him slide up against you and basically purr your praises, kissing down your ear and jaw and grinding into you. He pants like he wants it. Riles you up and makes you want it too. It almost makes you cry.
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The last night in the suite of your overly expensive hotel, you know you’re pouting. You’re sat cross legged on the king-sized bed as he takes off his tailored jacket. You pick at the down of the blanket. “What’s up?” He drops the jacket on the table, walks over to the bed. You can only bite your bottom lip as it starts to wobble, and avert your eyes from his form.
What isn’t up. He hasn’t fucked you since getting here. Not once.
“I wanted a good honeymoon,” you start by saying, like a whiny brat. Mikael shelled out good money. He’s been the perfect romantic dream of a new husband in every other way. It’s just- Usually this would be enough to press your face into the pillows. He leans down to peck you, and mimics your expression. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull, until he’s over top of you and his face lands into your neck. Warm breath brushing over soft skin, his hands grabbing tight at your waist.
You can’t hold it in anymore. His lips brush over the shell of your ear and whisper your name and it makes you crack. “Are you not in the mood this week? Do you not want me?” He squeezes your waist harder, places a knee between your legs on the bed. “I want you to fuck me already. Mikael, I’ve been so patient. I wan’it already, and you’re making me feel really bad—”
The familiar sound of his chuckle against your jaw makes cold goosebumps erupt all over. “Poor baby,” you feel the grin against your throat, the way he licks and bites at your pulse point. His teeth sting, but you’re so desperate for it that you end up arching your body into him until your tits press to his chest. “Poor, poor baby. Is that what’s been making you squirm in your sleep? Nothing else? Got only one single worry in that pretty head of yours?” The teeth go down, the hands too, and you pray that this night will finally be the one. “Tell me. What do you need?”
“For you to fuck me. Wan’ you to fuck~ me.” You’re whiny. He loves it. He can’t help but feel needed when you bitch and moan. He nibbles at your collarbone as you arch into his touch, letting his fingers dig into your ass to lift you against his crotch. His devilish mouth drags tongue and a grin down more, pulling at your top until it unceremoniously slips down one shoulder and the other. Teeth dig into your skin.
“That all~?”
He pushes your legs open to make more room for his body, and gets in between you to start toying with your tits as his eyes find yours, hooded, glinting with pure amusement. “Play with my pussy too. And let me ride your thigh, please. I- I want your hands in my holes and suck you off- p-please, please. Just- all of it- I need it.” His fingers pull at your nipples until you wince. You watch him situate himself until he’s forehead to forehead, and gives you a peck on your nose.
“Say it again, pet,” he chants against your lips. You almost melt from the heat between you two as those hands you’re so used to tug and toy and play with your body. Hands you love. Your head falls back in pleasure.
“Agh- Mikael. Please! Pl-please, Master.” He makes you open your mouth, and his tongue makes a perfect arch around your mouth to make you entirely weightless. He tastes so sweet- incredibly so. It tickles the front of your face, as he chuckles into your mouth when you follow him. “Not yet, not yet,” you pray, chasing his tongue. As it drags over yours again and again, his hands makes swift work of the rest of your dress, and you hear his belt hit the floor. “Mh-Mikael. Mikael- tastes good.”
“Tastes good? Pretty girl’s feeling good?” You are. Fuck- your body is hot like you’ve drank several glasses, and your spit pools in your mouth too quickly— as the panties you’re wearing become drenched straight through, translucent and sticky. As you’re moaning his name, that strange tingle travels down from your face to your entire body, every limb uncontrollably sensitive. “You should’ve said something earlier, baby love. If I knew you were dying for it like this, I would’ve helped you out sooner. You’re feeling good, right?”
You crack watery eyes open to watch as he rights himself between your legs, staring down at you. It’s absurd. He’s not even touching you, but you’re about to burst. You’re aching, lust seeping out of you. A pressure pounds at the seams of your body. You need him to - mount you. Like an animal. Like he’ll never leave. Mikael’s grin grows ‘til it looks like it’s hurting his cheeks, and he starts pulling your panties down your legs. “Ah, ah, agh- Mikael! M-Master, I-I’m so-”
”Hot and flustered? It’s cute.” He leans down over you to kiss you again, and you wrap your arms around his back. His shirt’s gone, and he’s all sticky and slightly cold- it’s a nice contrast from the blasting furnace of your insides. “Want more?”
“Mhm. Need’it. Need you.”
He laughs again, that pleasant sound bouncing around in your head like it’s scripture. “I don’t think you know what you want.” His lips blend with yours, locking to you like you’ll never come apart. Your tongues tangle and you surrender to him, as touches pry at your leaking pussy. You’re so pathetically wet, but you can’t find an inch of shame within you to care. “I’ll fill you up, pretty pet. Fill you right up to the brim and make you gush around me.”
“Uhuh, uhuh, please! Please, I’m gonna- I need you inside, Mikael. Now, now, now nownownow, pleas-uhhh.” You’re clawing at his back, but you can’t find purchase. All you need is him inside, and his tongue down your throat- that tongue that’s currently filling your mouth so much it makes your jaw ache. Licking around your tongue, your gums, all of it. He’s everywhere as more pressure at your pussy pushes you open and squirms inside you. Squirms and sucks at your sticky, messy pussy and other hole with a pointed, almost wet touch—
You open your eyes. It takes you a moment to situate yourself as he sucks at your pussy hard and direct, making your neglected clit throb- your legs spasm, your throat closes up and you almost cum right then— all under Mikael’s studying gaze. “I was wondering when you’d notice. You too busy thinking with that pussy?” You’re squirming, he’s rubbing and stroking and pushing into you and you’re so, so happy.
It’s just… your pretty new husband doesn’t look quite right. His mouth is ripped too far on either side, exposing extra teeth, and when he sees you watch him, he sticks out two long, wet tongues that lick along your throat from different sides. The touch makes your body shudder, like you’ll die if you ask him too stop. “Feeling good? You want more?”
You need to stop.
There’s no way to. You’re nodding before you know it, pulling him closer, closer to you, hands digging into flesh and his teeth digging into your skin. The prodding at your holes takes you aback as the touches grow more numerous, and you can barely crane your face down to look at the appendages touching all over you, two big ones pressing into the opening of your pussy harder. There’s so many, sprouting from his pelvis and encircling you everywhere.
“More, more, M-Mikael~” Tentacles push inside you and stretch you out within an instant, sucking and dragging wet slime all over you, and all you can do is cry and cling onto him. Your arms are locked in place, your mouth drawn to his. The intrusion’s too big too fast, and you know it should hurt, but your body’s not listening.
Your mouth cracks open to beg him to stop, but only a moan comes out. White blond hair is matted to his forehead and neck, and those pretty blues stare you down as you get forced full, so full- the coil in your belly pulls tight and your head goes blank. His teeth dig into your throat and bite until he draws blood, licking it along your jaw with a chuckle. That’s all you can sense until his hands tilt your hips towards him, and the squirming tentacles swell inside you to make room for more. “That’s it, open up, pretty girl~ You can fit more.”
Sukuna lovers and monster-fuckers alike, open this and tell me how many dicks you count and how many you would try to fit in your mouth before your jaw snaps in half
Venom'a schlong is dangerously fat, like take you to the hospital fat but since it's kinda of slime texture he'll mold it into you and creates weird suctions from the inside to keep you there. I SAID WHAT I SAID
“take you to the hospital fat” is making me laugh SOOOO BAD 😭😭
venom changes his cock so that it’s a perfect mold and stretch inside of you and it’s like a knot bc you can’t get off of it, but it doesn’t hurt so much as feel stupid overwhelming. and also he’s using all those weird tendrils to touch your clit and tits and nipples and everything is slightly slick but it feels so good. and his big mouth is in your face and his tongue is down your throat and it’s disgusting but you cum like 8 times.
listening to anarchy by kmfdm and taking the lyrics literally... what if you do fuck around with primordial magic and create a god, of all things? would that thing think of you as its parent, would it be grateful, subservient even? would it be cocky, kill you, use you, lord over you? would it do some weird metaphorical incest shit to you??? much to think about....
Oh... A shy, big and burly bearshifter butch who spots you working in your garden, smells your sweat and sees the way your stomach rolls when you bend over; who's only on the way down to the south and who shouldn't stay in this too-densely populated area you live in lest she be spotted-
But you... You smell so sweetly, look so homely - she can't help but stick around for another few weeks at the very least. Who leaves you little trinkets and flowers, who chases the fox who took one of your chickens out of its own territory, who scares the boars and bucks away from your fruit and vegetables, all the while she can't even greet you when you cross paths at the local grocery store. Who has to leave, eventually - but who comes back just before winter breaks; and gifts you a whole deer, raw and bloodied on your doorstep, to make sure you don't lose an ounce off the roundness in your cheeks. (Who might finally approach you, then, and offer to process it for you - or who might finally lose her patience and do something stupid and hasty to secure her mate before spring creeps back into her den-)
