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Skully trying to drug you with an aphrodisiac during a date but you switch your drinks while he's distracted. Now the poor skeleton is stuck hiding his hard on in public while tease him relentlessly as payback
T_T loserboy Skully with his failed attempts at kidnapping and drugging you... he is just never successful. Maybe it's bad luck or you're aware of what he's trying to do, but somehow it's always backfiring on him. >_< now he's trying to get through this romantic date without cumming to the sound of your voice every time you open your mouth to talk,,, even worse if your foot is prodding at his hard-on beneath the table. orz
He's sweating like crazy in his suit, burning up so badly he has to loosen his tie and tug at his collar. The moment you're somewhere that isn't public is when he's clinging to you, the gentlemanly façade in pieces when he begs you to relieve him, tears in his eyes. :< how can you say no to such a cutie? The cringefail aura only adds to his appeal. Maybe one day you'll let him drug you successfully, but until then it's going to be awkward situations and suffering for Skully. <3
content: gender neutral reader, monster smut (mildly NSFW), anglerfish hybrid
It should have been common sense, really. Don’t follow the light at the end of the tunnel, or something along those lines.
Yet, you persisted. You were eager to add more to your report, perhaps hoping to make some groundbreaking discovery. Whatever deep sea creature lurked below would be swiftly photographed and noted, you thought.
Except, well, he had different plans. He knew you’d take the bait. After all, he’d been observing you with the same diligence of a researcher. It started with curious peeks towards the surface, wondering what kind of foreign being entered his waters. It didn’t take long for him to figure it out; whatever you were, you would make a perfect mate.
As a consequence, you are presently dragged by dark, thin tendrils, as your diving watch vibrates with the same, continuous warning: you have exceeded your depth limit.
Your lungs are heavy as you try to suck the scarce air from your regulator. You can almost hear your organs groaning and creaking, bending from the unforgiving pressure.
Suddenly, a clawed hand raps against your chest.
Through the faint fog of your mask, you can discern glimpses of your captor. His parted jaw makes way to long, curved teeth, and above his head dangles the lantern-like object that caused you to be careless. Despite the monstrous features, he seems rather humanoid otherwise. His profile reminds you a little of an anglerfish: you find yourself staring in awe.
The arm wraps around you, firm yet harmless. He is reassuring you.
Don’t worry your pretty little head with nonsense. He has it all planned, he’s been dreaming of it for weeks and weeks, chipping his focus away from everything else. Once you’re home, you won’t need all this strange equipment. You can breathe to your heart’s content.
Oh, he cannot wait to have his way with you. What a frail, soft thing you are. His hollow eyes devour your form, counting the seconds until he can finally tear apart your suit and touch you, hold you, fill you. What sounds are you going to make? How long will it take you to give in and let him in?
Not too long, he concludes with a toothy grin mere moments later. You’re a babbling mess.
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i found it motherfuckers
edit to the post because it blew up, you are all amazing and special and wonderful in your own way, peace and love to all <3!
edit number two: ailenfucker flag
thanks @lunarflare64 for this one <3
pornstar!sukuna who has a niche for the dark and dangerous, he only accepts shoots that cater to his more… intense nature—ropes and chains and gags and rigs beyond the regular bedroom scenes.
pornstar!sukuna who works with many other actors and actresses. he's demeaned and degraded more people for a pay check than he can count, but his favourite is you. you’re not so easy to break, which he likes—plus, videos in which you bite back make double the profit.
pornstar!sukuna who is easy to agree when you call him one night asking for a favour. you were meant to do a camshow with another pornstar when he cancelled last minute—and you know people are excited for this one, if you don’t want to miss out on a paycheck you’d need to find a quick replacement.
pornstar!sukuna who is expecting a homemade bd/sm rig to greet him when he walks into your home that night.
pornstar!sukuna who isn’t expecting a bed with a pink duvet and matching fluffy pink handcuffs hanging from your headboard. it’s cute, he thinks—he can picture the scene, you laid out and fucked like a whore in pink. he’s eager, until you tell him the handcuffs aren’t for you, but for him.
pornstar!sukuna who is about ready to walk out, to tell you off for even assuming he’d do such things on camera, that he'd ruin his crafted image of this sadistic figurehead for a camshow of all things.
pornstar!sukuna who just can't say no and turn on his heels, not when you look up at him like that, your pretty eyes just too convincing. He's seen you fucked out and stupidly cockdrunk before, he knows what you look like when you submit wholly to him, and though it's a beautiful sight—one of his favourites—he can't deny that he's intrigued to know how you look through his eyes when they're glossed with desperate pleasure.
pornstar!sukuna, the notorious dominant, who loads up on thousands. of peoples screens handcuffed to a pink bed. Everything pink: the cuffs, the sheets, his mussed hair, the pretty blush that paints the bridge of his nose, the leaky tip of his cock as you stroke it, your nails painted pink to match.
pornstar!sukuna who growls when people start tipping each time he gets close to cumming. who looks so insanely out of place, big and imposing and so covered in tattoos that even his ridiculous length has been inked to an extent, all needy and growing all the more desperate as you keep denying him his orgasm. wrists chained to your wooden headboard, his muscles ache with the temptation of breaking free.
pornstar!sukuna who can't help but wonder if his life has been flipped on its head when you start praising him and he moans at your words alone. Who, for all his life has gotten off on inflicting the worst onto others, and can now feel the most powerful orgasm of his life cresting when those narcotic words spill from your lips. "doing so well for me, god you look good like this, sukuna."
pornstar!sukuna who can only hold on for so long before his taut-pulled patience snaps and burns on impact. so when he's watching himself through the display of your laptop, cock red and angry as it leaks in need at your denial of his orgasm again, he snaps.
pornstar!sukuna who breaks your handcuffs with one pull, and has you flipped over and taking his mean cock in less time than it takes you to process his movements. who is glad you were enjoying torturing him, because you're so wet that the stretch of his cock is only searingly painful and you're not pushed to tears... this time.
pornstar!sukuna who fucks you mindless for toying with him for so long. for airing out a side of him that is weak in the bones for you, and plastering it on the internet for anyone to see. he bullies his cock into you, mean and unrelenting—yet whispers the sweetest of nothings into your ear as he does so, low enough that your mic can't pick up on them—your ears only.
pornstar!sukuna who kisses you when he cums. his lip piercing cold against your lips, your legs shaking in desperate need for mercy as he paints your insides white.
pornstar!sukuna who laughs when you, in your cum-drunk haze, try to reach for your laptop to turn off the camshow.
pornstar!sukuna who promises your now-doubled viewer count that the stream won't end until you've come ten times on his cock—he's going to make an example out of you.
Yandere knight who wants you instead of the princess.
Dead dove Do not Eat Tw. For noncon, MDNI, Fem pov
Yandere knight who has been training in the palace for a very long time. It's an honor for a commoner like him to even set foot into the castle walls, so he works earnestly.
Yandere knight who's been catching glimpses of not only the lovely princess throughout the years, but her handmaidens as well. You're a daughter of a somewhat lesser noble house, and therefore you have essentially been given to the royal family until you're eventually married off to another courtier.
But of all the noble ladies, who often ignore him, he finds you to be the most approachable and kind to him and the other squires. He's developed a bit of a crush on you over the years, and he eventually found it in himself to express his feelings. They were innocent and pure then, and he stood there blushing and awkward waiting for you to accept or deny. He would've taken a no from you. Really, he would have.
But then that pompous bitch got in the way.
The princess had you pulled away by her other attendants before you could answer, and she all but sneered at him.
"My maids are not for common rife like you to sully," she spat, a look of disdain carved on her delicate features.
Yandere knight who was deployed to the battlefront soon after. He spent years in misery knowing it was that royal woman's meddling that had both sent him here and stopped him from knowing how you truly felt.
Yandere knight who carved through foe upon foe with the flash of his sword while thinking of you. He would wipe blood from his face and wonder what it would take to have you. He resolves to become so renowned that he could have you and the respect he deserved all those years ago anyways.
Yandere knight who comes back as the hero of the nation. A parade is thrown for him upon his return, and flowers are thrown at his feet by the masses of people. He is awarded a noble title, a duke (impressive), a territory of land to manage, and the blessing to have the hand of any eligible lady in the land from the king.
The implication was for him to go for the princess, sitting there in a gown befitting of an engagement party. She wasn't the heir to the throne, and having a young, impressionable Duke to have and father a potential crown prince or princess was certainly a draw for her to act so sweet and lovely despite her previous attitudes. He had to use all the will in his body to hide his disdainful glare towards her. Instead, he strode up with a near giddy grin, breezed past the waiting royal, and knelt before you.
"[Name], I shall have you as my wife," He says with a beaming smile. You try to protest, but he's already sweeping you into his arms. The king seems surprised by his choice, but as he stares between Yandere Knight, lovestruck and beaming, and you, squirming and utterly shocked, he realizes that he cannot simply go back on his word. The king waves his hand, and your fate is sealed.
Yandere knight feels bad for not giving you a proper wedding. In fact, he feels bad about not taking you to your new home before he's pulling up your skirts. He's a dog, he knows, but you're just so tempting now that you're all his. He shoving you down onto the plush upholstery of the carriage seats, and you let out a startled cry.
Yandere knight who cannot claim he's chivalrous. He wishes he could, but he loves the way your breasts look pushed up so tightly in the laced bodice of yours. He lets out a groan, petting your hair and shushing you as you whimper under his wandering touch. Button after button becomes undone.
"Love, you'll never wear such stifling clothing again. You hear me? All robes and lace from now on. None of this nonsense," He murmurs into your skin. He pulled your corset and chemise from your body, and he pressed fervent kisses to the crook of your neck. He grasps at your breasts, kneading them experimentally. He's had time to experience women on the battlefield. A fling or two in some field on the outskirts of a freshly liberated village. He would think of you the whole time and imagine what he was latching his lips around the stiff peak of your nipple while a random girl cried out underneath him. But this was real. Your warmth beneath his much heavier form was on of the most beautiful feeling he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
He parted your legs, and he could feel you shy away from him. He laughed. As if you had a choice. He knew you would love him eventually, but for now you can't blame him for how ravenous he was as he felt between your shaking, parted legs. He smirked as his lips met yours. His fingers slid against your folds, gathering slick arousal on his digits with a curious hum. He grinds his thumb against your clit as he slowly pushes his way into your warm, spongy walls.
"Oh? Is it good there? Or here? Where, love? You gotta use your words," He teases and licks the tears rolling down your cheeks, peppering your soft skin with kisses. He feels you pulse and stretch around his hand, and he relishes the way your back arches when he curls his fingers just right against that sweet little spot. Desperate noises tumble out of you, and he smiles.
He pulls his fingers out, and you cry out at the sudden sensation. Your chest is heaving with small moans, and your pretty pussy is drooling onto the carriage cushions. He pushes your legs up to your chest for a better grip, and his shudders at the way your twitching feels against the head of his cock.
Yandere knight knows that, as he thrusts into you, he's going to enjoy the luxury of finally having you both under his body and under his control.
Teasing your vampire boyfriend by revoking his access to your room. He's stuck at the doorway watching you play with yourself, knowing he's forbidden you from touching what's his without permission.
His claws digging into the doorframe, splintering the wood and snarling loud enough to echo through the room.
You know when you invite him in again he's going to absolutely wreck you .. But its too much fun watching him angrily fist his cock, growling all the things he's going to do to you.
Big! Monsters x gender neutral reader
One of the reasons that big monsters love to fuck humans is because they're so bendy and stretchy. With the right preparation, if you only take the time, they can fit some truly massive things. Their holes are so hot and wet, their bodies made for pleasure. They really are pretty amazing. Tentacles love the way you swallow them down and let them into all your holes. Werewolves who get to share you never want to stop, but then, neither do you. When you scream, you get silenced with a fat cock down your throat, and the show goes on. Minotaurs who sink themselves deep into your ass because that's the only place they really fit, and you feel their cum in your belly... Yes, humans really are amazing creatures, and the monsters know it.
Nsfw. Monster fucker mood again :)
Never come close to a demon in heat. Especially an Incubus. Just the smell of his sweat and hormones, the pure feral lust in the air is palpable. His dick struggles to remain in sizes that could be easily taken by a mortal, (by you). He’s shamelessly rutting up and against anything that has your scent on it. Your furniture, your bed, your clothes, which are all torn to shreds now as he fucks and fucks and fucks, eventually just rutting his monstrous cock into some fabric scraps in his hand, lube and precum flowing to the floor as his feral pants, trying to find the release he seeks.
He can’t control his body now, it stretches to the ceiling, his horns scratching holes in the tiles, his body so overgrown, the four arms barely able to grab his cock before it splits into two equally thick 18” long poles, filled and overflowing with his seed. His tail lashes around, trying to find anything that will ease his suffering. Anything that reminds him of your tight holes, your sinfully sweet voice, your adorably lewd behaviours. He needs you, but in his feral animalistic state, you both know that he'd ruin you far worse than anything before. And so he ruts, and ruts alone. He gets creative using his own insanely long tongue, wrapping around his cocks like a snake. And with one demonic groan he cums, rope after rope of thick, sticky seed. All wasted in his mind. Whimpering your name like a broken prayer. But it’s okay, he's not done. He still needs you, to fuck
Obsessed Werewolf who marks their mate before their mate can go anywhere. Like outside. Biting, creampies and scratching....
Content: gender neutral reader, NSFW!
You've tried everything: from pleading, to scolding, to attempting an undetected escape. All of it - obviously - without success. Your werewolf boyfriend refuses to compromise, and for a good reason! How would people otherwise know you belong to him?
Normally, he is at your service. This is one matter where he won’t budge. You need to be marked. It’s either this, or him following you around and growling at any potential threat.
Consequently, you have to pick your poison with a certain amount of calculation and strategic planning. Deep scratches and bite marks are not the best look before a swimming lesson or a summer day out with friends, for example.
Which brings you back to now, as you’re violently pounded, sprawled over the kitchen countertop. The porcelain dishes rattle with each thrust of his member, relentlessly stretching your insides. You swear you can see your stomach bulging with each renewed swing of his monstrous hips. Finally, he lets go, and you squeeze your legs together in an attempt to control the sudden, hot assault threatening to drip its way out.
“No seconds!” you shout, slapping his drooling snout away from your bare skin. “I have to leave in ten minutes.”
You stand up, readjust your garments, and prepare your exit. If you are to be entirely honest, it’s not a bad deal by any means. There’s something rather cheeky about greeting your friends or coworkers while being stuffed with your boyfriend’s cum.
Reader being kidnapped by a giant demon monster who tells them that they're gonna be their bride and reader is just like "Okay." The Demon monster being surprised that the reader isn't afraid of them, and the reader is just like "As long as you give head pats and cuddles then okay."
Imagine if the Demon Lord quite literally fed on fear and dread and drooled all the way home, wondering how Reader will beg and scream as their soul is being torn apart.
Yet here he is now, standing before a hoe with no shame. "I mean, sure", you say, twirling your hair innocently. "You should know I'm rather cuddly."
While his complaints are quick to vanish after the first night spent with you, he still can't quite shake the feeling of an empty stomach.
"Roleplaying?" you ask, raising your eyebrows. "Sure, what are you into?"
"Terror", he proclaims theatrically.
"I'm not sure how that fits into our sex life", you respond, still confused.
"Just, uh...just pretend you're afraid of me."
Faking an orgasm? More like faking a panic attack.
I need to know if I’m being delusional rn pls help
i had an epiphany today. everyone writes fics about what happens when the yandere kidnaps the darling, but what about when they get caught?
I feel like there’s so much potential there. watching your kidnapper frantically scramble to get you away before the cops can get him. the person who you’ve come to fear so heavily is scared. scared because he’s about to lose you if they fuck this up—the person he threw every ounce of morality out the window for
and then it sets up so nicely for something like a cross country chase, traveling from town to town and using fake identities, just barely getting away from the cops, yandere fucking you hard and deep in a seedy motel room, forcing you to swear that you love him and that you’ll never leave as you look at his body moving on top of you in the ceiling mirror. The hope that you get caught but the fear of what he’ll do to you if you tell the police what he’s done
And it’s all a big race. Will the police catch you before you get to the border or will he get you out of the country and force you to be his forever?
just… UGH. maybe I’m crazy. maybe a lot of people have done this and I just haven’t read it but I feel like if they haven’t it’s an untapped market.
Gojo Satoru
TW: yandere, kidnapping, captive reader, noncon, somnophilia
follow up to this part one
gn reader
Yeah, he kidnaps you within the same day…
He knows it isn’t inherently right, but he can justify it! You see, if anyone else were to find out your technique, you’d be in a lot of trouble—and by trouble, he means certain death or worse.
You’re a paradox. If he’d reported his find to the elders, they’d surely have sent assassins, given how terrified they are of the unknown—and you’re worse than an unknown—you’re a threat to jujutsu’s very foundation. He wouldn’t be surprised if they’d make weapons out of your body until nothing was left of you—just think about it—a bullet made from your flesh would have the instant power to disintegrate a curse on the spot. Or worse, they’d keep you alive and locked up somewhere, feeding you only to drain you of a dozen blood bags per day—like a farm.
Yes, this was better for you—with no one knowing of your existence except him. He’s the only one who can keep you safe.
Of course, you think he’s crazy. And he doesn’t blame you. You were just abducted by a stranger in the streets who not only insists that you’re an anomaly but wears a blindfold and claims to be a wizard out to protect you from people who would harvest your blood. Yeah, he wouldn’t believe him either.
The whole situation is messy, but at least you’re alive.
He gives you your own room. Of course, he’s not out to make you uncomfortable. You have your own room, bed, and bathroom, which is where you spend most of your time.
He can’t blame you for that, either. He won’t force you to spend time with him even though he wants to. But he’s not entirely innocent either—watching you through the cameras in the ceiling. It’s funny, but even on tape, you’re crystal clear. It’s calming to watch. Everything else makes his eyes hurt, hence the blindfold—but even that is but a dull salve. You’re the cure.
You warm up to him after a month or so. You come out of your room. He can tell you’re looking for weak spots to escape from, but you won’t find any. He’s gotten better at reading you now—having busied himself learning the language of your body looking at you without your knowledge. He only feels slightly guilty about it.
He can’t stop thinking about touching you, though. It really doesn’t have to be much—he’s never really been much of a playboy, despite people’s assumptions. Women and men have never been all that appealing when what he sees is everything they’re trying to hide. Though he has tried it a few times, he usually just takes care of it on his own if he needs to.
He's needed to a lot in the past weeks. But he promises himself he won’t force you into anything. That wouldn’t be fair.
You start talking to him another month later—actual conversations aside from the usual swearing or claims to let you go. No, you begin asking questions about the jujutsu world. He can’t tell if it’s because you’re curious or seeking information that might aid in your escape or if it’s simply a ploy to lower his guard, but it’s clear you still think he’s delusional. Either way, he doesn’t mind humoring you. He even tries demonstrating limitless for you, holding different objects as well as himself midair—but you seem convinced he’s just some talented crook. You’ve seen more compelling magic acts before, you say. He laughs.
He'd show you something more convincing, but you can’t see cursed spirits even with special glasses as the curse imbued into the lenses disrupts the moment you put them on, so to you, it’s the same as wearing fakes. In a way, curses don’t exist in your world. He’s tested it out a few times—simple flyheads, just to see what happens, and wow… It’s actually kind of scary how they just crumble upon contact with you—no residuals or anything left to prove that they were ever even there.
The only way to prove it to you would be to let someone else get mangled in front of you. Of course, it would only look like a body getting warped beyond recognition by the air—but he’s sure at that point, you’d no longer be able to assign normal logic to it. Not that he’s going to do any of that. He doesn’t really need you to believe him after all. It wouldn’t change anything. In fact, he prefers you don’t know. The jujutsu world is an ugly one—he doesn’t mind sheltering you from it.
Another four months in, and you’ve gotten comfortable. Well, it’s been half a year, so it’s taken its time, but still, he’s happy to have gotten there. You’re at the point where you ask him for things unrestricted—hobby stuff like books and paints and groceries.
You’d taken to baking and cooking rather early on, which was great as his kitchen was practically in pristine and unused condition. He can’t blame you for growing tired of his unhealthy food habits—microwave dinners for the most part, other times leftovers he brings home from restaurants, otherwise just candy and pastries. You’d refused to make him anything in the start, but you’d soon caved when you realized he could just as simply refuse to bring you the ingredients. You’re now the designated cook of the house. It’s cute, like having his own little housewife.
Your guard has also dropped. You no longer flinch away when he’s close. Not that he allows himself to touch you improperly—just a little—a few accidental rubs here and then, brushing along you in passing, blaming it on the blindfold even when he can hear your feet pad along the floors in the utter silent emptiness of his house. And other innocent things... laying his hand on your head when he reaches for a glass in the cupboard above you, telling you he wouldn’t want you to hit yourself—brushing your back with his chest and his crotch on your rear. It can’t hurt—it only barely touches and just for a few seconds.
It makes him feel like a filthy drug addict, though. Desperate for a fix, then only wanting more once it’s gone…
He’s been coming to your room to watch you sleep almost every night. You don’t know. You’d be more wary of him if you did. But no, you’re under the impression he’s just some poor, disillusioned man who’s otherwise harmless. You don’t know, and he aims to keep it that way.
It’s for your sake. Just the same as you don’t know curses exist, you needn’t know of the cursed thoughts simmering within his head either. So, he does it for you. To spare you.
That’s what he tells himself when watching you obliviously drink the crushed pills he’s been feeding you for the last many months.
He’d reached his breaking point much sooner than he thought—just after he swore against it, actually. Limiting himself only seemed to make him ever more in need of you. But it was to be expected—he’s never been too good at abiding by rules. He’s always felt above them—even those he sets upon himself.
He’s happy you’ve warmed up to him when you’re awake now, too, utterly unaware you’ve been more than accommodating in your sleep.
Of course, he feels bad! But what you don’t know won’t hurt you.
Besides... give or take a few more months, and you’re bound to invite him into your bed at some point. It’s only natural—humans require contact and will accept what’s available to them. He’s only early in taking what he knows you’d give him sooner or later anyway.
You have no way of knowing how long you sleep, no windows, no watch—no idea you sleep more than half a day every night—half of that time spent with him.
He’d only spooned you at first—his bare hands laid in reverence against your soft skin, reveling in your heat while cuddling into you. It had been nice, but ultimately not enough. He’d resorted to undressing after a while, lying there naked—but still, doing nothing but holding you—skin-to-skin. That, as well, had only been enough for a while—now keeping a hand on you while tugging himself in the other. It seems that every indulgence he allows himself only serves to make the need within grow deeper. You rivet his entire body ablaze like nothing else… and he has this undying feeling pounding in his chest and throughout his body, down to his throbbing dick, that being inside you is going to feel like nothing he's ever felt before.
And you're so cute down there—pretty on his fingers—welcoming. Kissing there makes his candy addiction go to waste. He’s convinced burying his face between your thighs is where he belongs. Right there, smothered in the warmth with your taste flooding his mouth. He could die happy.
And fuck if it doesn’t look like you need his cock inside you once he pulls away—spit-slicked, swollen, and fluttering for him—crying to be filled and fucked.
The little sounds you make as he enters you are the sweetest sounds he’s heard in his life—pretty little mews and sleepy moans as he fills you out until you’re neatly settled around his base and fuck—he’s already cumming, melting within the surrounding cloudy warmth.
It doesn’t stop him from remaining hard.
Dropping his weight atop of you, he smothers you like a duvet—bodies pressed perfectly against each other as he kisses every and any part of you he can reach, snapping his hips in short thrusts deep within—sucking your lip while sinking his fingers into the plume of your haunches, lapping up the spit from within your mouth like a well granting all his wishes.
He cleans you up after—wipes you down, and frets over the bruises left on you, hoping you won’t read too much into how sore you are. Leaving the crimescene just as it had been before, then kisses you good night.
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intox succubus whose pussy has an effect on humans similar to that of strong liquor…. you surface from eating her out because your head is spinning and your face is numb and you giggle, trying to ask what’s happening to you, but before you can manage to form a word the succubus wraps her thick tail around your throat and pulls your mouth back into her, smothering any of your concern or protest in her soft, gushing warmth. her tail tightens, restricting the blood flow to your brain. stars float around your vision.
“you’re not passed out yet,” her voice floats down to you, as if from far away, along with her wicked little laugh. “i don’t think you’ve had enough.”
