#TW Knotting
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pairing ⛧ yandere!diavolo x f!reader x barbatos
warnings ⛧ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. this is a doozy… implied toxic relationships, inhuman anatomy, monsterfucking, breeding, knotting, cervix fucking, dubious consent, pregnancy mention, lots and lots of cum, passing out, neglect (kind of), bondage and restraints, implied nonconsensual acts at the end. reader has a vagina and is referred to as “my little human” and “little one.” please let me know if there is anything i missed!
word count ⛧ 1129
notes ⛧ this is the first installment of the garden of earthly delights! i apologize for the wait; i hope everyone enjoys <3
you have never looked more beautiful—more his—than in this moment, diavolo thinks. the demon prince has one massive hand encircling your ankles, pressing your knees flush to your chest. his other hand cradles the back of your head with adoration, forcing your teary gaze to remain on him, a clawed thumb hooked between your swollen lips. his amber irises are nearly subsumed by his pupils, jet as the moonless night.
black spots cloud your watery vision as you slobber all over the digit, broken whines the only sound to leave your lips; the golden tips of his horns flash in your periphery. you’re on the verge of losing consciousness.
diavolo has been breeding you for hours. his long, thick cock—gilt, ribbed, impossibly large, and complete with a knot—has already stuffed you so full of seed that your stomach is distended. the viscous liquid, a rich cream with an otherworldly sheen, spurts out of your abused cunt with each of his powerful thrusts. the rest of it tingles hotly in your core.
“you can take one more, can’t you, my little human?” diavolo coos, breath unnervingly steady given the force of his movements. he leans down to smear a gentle kiss against your damp hairline before dropping your head and sliding his hand down to rub your puffy clit, plenty slick with the fluids coating your flesh.
“c-can’t,” you whimper. your nerves are fried and the overstimulation has your head pounding and your legs shaking as diavolo’s cock batters your cervix. your hands scratch and scrape at his chest in an attempt to get him to slow, to stop—anything—but your nails do not even pierce the prince’s thick flesh. the demon chuckles at your pathetic protests and his pace quickens in response.
hasn’t he taught you that you are not as fragile as you think?
“you can,” diavolo asserts, pulling out entirely. his crimson strands hang past his forehead and obscure his eyes, the glistering gold almost menacing as he leans over you. he strokes himself lazily, grazing his flared knot with a shiver, ready for his high. ready to see your womb swell with his heir.
“and you will,” he punctuates by plunging his cock and knot inside you in one fluid motion, a guttural groan rumbling from his heaving chest. your mouth stretches to accommodate a scream that never passes your lips. your body is aflame, dripping with sweat; the room fades into nothingness as diavolo’s hot cum pumps into your pulsing cunt.
the room is dusky when you awaken. your lover is gone, his warmth and ever-present touch absent, stillness in his place. the slippery silk sheets cling to you and glide along your curves as you sit upright. you clutch your forehead and curse the dull thump in your skull, a wince breaking the quiet. you feel a trickle of sticky cum ooze from you to join the wet puddle you slept atop like an animal.
the demon prince’s little pet.
a rustling sound draws you from your thoughts. a looming figure swathed in shadow floats toward the bed; you squeak in fright as you yank the sheets up to your neck in an attempt to shield your nude form.
“there you are,” barbatos, who you can now see as he emerges from the darkness, says. “i apologize for disturbing you. i am here on behalf of the young master.”
you breathe a shaky sigh of relief—the demon butler is your only friend in the lonely castle. “you scared me, barbatos. where’s diavolo?”
barbatos turns on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a faint glow. his eyes, emerald in the low light, shine eerily as his gaze meets yours. “the young master had to run to an impromptu meeting, but he did not wish to disturb your rest. thus, i am here to aid you in his stead.”
you furrow your brows. a meeting. you were once a member of the student council, privy to conferences and other social functions—until diavolo’s devotion to you got the better of him. (as a human, you are far safer being completely removed from lesser demons. and there is no one better to care for you than the prince of the devildom himself.)
you suppress your memories. “thank you. i can manage myself.”
instead of bowing and leaving, though, barbatos stands still. his forked tail sways at his feet and his skeletal horns gleam resolutely. after a few moments of deathly silence, you rephrase your dismissal: “i don’t need any help, barbatos. i appreciate you checking on me.”
the demon takes a step closer to the bed, his knees nearly knocking against the frame. “you do not seem to understand me,” barbatos muses, gloved hand delicately resting beneath his chin. if you were less disoriented, you would notice the hint of mirth in his tone. “lord diavolo ordered me to assist you, as he had to leave unexpectedly. i shall honor his wishes.”
the corners of the butler’s lips curl into a faint smirk, but no humor marks his visage. in fact, there seems to be a primal hunger lurking in the dark, verdant depths of barbatos’s irises. fear beams through your body. it starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads its icy tendrils out through your limbs, biting your fingertips. headache forgotten, you now feel faint; your heart skitters like scared prey. unconsciously, you pull the sheets around you tightly, temporarily shielding yourself from the humiliation that is sure to come.
“there is nothing to fear, little one,” barbatos soothes, smoothing a hand over your hair, matted with sweat and his master’s cum. the act is more patronizing than it is comforting.
the demon snaps his fingers and the sheets wrapped around you disappear. you scramble to cover yourself with your hands, but barbatos is infinitely stronger and faster than you are. his forked tail—cold and wet—coils around your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. another snap of his fingers, and your body is bound with invisible restraints. your arms are stretched above your head, almost painfully so. your legs are spread wide and bent at the knee; no matter how hard you try, you can’t move. there’s even a gag in your mouth to muffle your cries and force you to suck oxygen through your nose.
crouching between your open legs, the butler tsks. “oh my, what a mess.” his tail slithers up your leg and settles atop your womb. the slightest pressure from the appendage causes a stream of diavolo’s cum to rush out of your bruised hole. the demon’s snakelike tongue darts out and tastes the semen that is now pooled beneath your ass.
bartabos’s eyes meet yours and he smiles something wicked. “let’s get you cleaned up—shall we?”
#the banner is a detail from hieronymus bosch’s triptych ‘the garden of earthly delights’#dividers are my own!#the garden of earthly delights#kinktober 2023#obey me smut#barbatos smut#diavolo smut#barbatos x reader#diavolo x reader#obey me x reader#tw dark content#tw dubcon#tw noncon#tw yandere#tw knotting#tw monsterfucking#༄ kae writes
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Knotted
Raphael x F!Tav/Reader
⋆˙⟡♡ 18+
⋆˙⟡♡ Summary/Request: “Write Raphael knotting reader you coward”
⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY SINNER!!! *winks*
⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Knotting| Rough | Choking | Mind Break | Belly Bulge
You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dig your nails into his chest attempting to slow down his rhythm, but to no avail. You bounce back on him like your life depends on it when he speeds up, chanting his name between pants.
“R~Raph~Raphael~, s’too- too m-much,” you choke out, only to feel him turn you over in the sheets, jerking up your hips as he positions himself behind you. Your voice nothing more than a whimper, your lashes adorned with tiny droplets of tears. They threaten to fall any second at the stretch, the feeling of being filled by your devil. At the searing pain as he forcefully reenters you, emitting a low growl and firmly grasping a handful of your hair.
The pain only heightens the pleasure, your cries going from breathy and needy to louder, more desperate. He fucks you like an animal, his face pressed against your nape as his breath caresses your skin. His horns digging into the side of your head. He can smell your arousal, hear your heart hammering away and feel your wetness slicking up his cock as he fucks into you.
He bites down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood, and the cry that leaves your throat makes his cock twitch and his thrusts get more erratic. The sight of your delicate crimson flow is so pretty, captivating enough to enthrall Raphael for hours on end without ever losing interest.
He wants you to come, to milk him dry. The way your walls clench around him drives him crazy, his grip tightening. He lets go of your hair and wraps his arm around your middle, pressing your back into his chest as he ruts into you. His other hand cages your neck, your blood slipping from the corner of his mouth.
His scorching tongue laps at the rivulets of your blood, and then another sharp bite follows, triggering a surge of scorching warmth that coils your stomach. Your body instinctively arches, releasing a guttural scream. The intensity overwhelms you, causing pain and pleasure to meld into an intoxicating fusion. It's an exquisite agony, so damn satisfying. Your head spins, leaving you dizzy and consumed.
Your legs tremble and you can feel your walls tighten around him. He fucks you through your orgasm, not once letting up on his pace, “You take it so well for such a tiny little thing,” he fucks you into the mattress relentlessly, balls hitting you with each pump as you cling to the hand wrapped around your throat. Your hands shaking, hair clinging to your face while you try to keep your mind from breaking. His voice, his smell, his presence; all of him consumes you.
“Cum for me again, little pup.” It’s an order. One that has your tears falling down your cheeks as he slips the hand from your neck to between your legs and rubs your sore, overstimulated clit hard and fast.
Your walls contract sharply in response to his touch, eliciting a blinding explosion of white that engulfs your vision once again. Your pussy desperately clings to the relentless thrusting of his cock, but he shows no mercy, continuing to rub and penetrate you. The world around you becomes hazy, distant, as all your focus narrows down to Raphael's cock stretching your tight little pussy.
He treats you like a piece of meat, fucking you with an unyielding intensity, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, a wicked grin on his face. The thrusts relent slightly, allowing you a brief moment to catch your breath, and the first sound that escapes your lips is a sobbing, pathetic, “Raphy-s’can-can’t take-mhm-more.”
He chuckles darkly, “More?” he pulls your head to the side as you try to shake your head. “My little mouse wants more?”
“Noooo~ p-plea-,” Your resistance crumbles, your defiance fading the moment his engorged head relentlessly collides with your cervix, driving you deeper into the mattress. All that remains is a mixture of cries, whimpers, and moans as you surrender to the relentless rhythm of his hips, too exhausted, sore, and thoroughly fucked out to muster anything else.
Raphael can tell how weak you are, how much you can take before you break. The sight of you under him, your face covered in drool and tears as you take every inch of his cock. He’s lost track of how long he’s been at it with you, and neither does he care. You belong to him now, and he plans to savor every second.
Your body contracted on his cock yet again, your fingers curling, until your nails dug into him. Something was pressing against your sex and your scream hitched in volume as you felt it suddenly shove into you, locking your body to his. A- A knot?
You felt full, so full. You looked down to see the bulge in your lower stomach, your eyes widening. Raphael didn't let up, and the bulge went higher with each thrust. Raphael kept thrusting as much as he could, pulling his knot back and forth inside of you. His teeth finding your shoulder to lock you in place even further.
“RAAPHAEL~” tongue lolling out, your body spasms, and it's all too much. The pressure of his knot, his sharp teeth piercing your skin, your blood trickling down from your neck to his silk sheets while the blood from your shoulder trails down your back. The feeling of his cock pushing and rubbing, it felt as if he was rearranging your guts into a mess. Everything almost becomes numb, and you're sure your brain has stopped functioning.
You could feel it, spurt after spurt of his hot milky seed soaking your insides. Filling you up completely. Your devil holds you there, grinding his hips to yours while he pumps his heir inside of you. His teeth on your shoulder deepening.
And you swore you could feel his hot sticky sperm invading your womb. Feel the tip of his cock pressing and massaging against your cervix. With your lips sealed by his throbbing, fat knot, little of the massive amount of his seed leaves your pussy.
You can't help but imagine his potent cum entering your womb, the flood of it invading your space, seeking to impregnate you. Even if some fail, his sperm will continue to writhe in your womb for days, hunting for an egg to penetrate.
You were still knotted to Raphael, although he'd finally laid down, covering your body with his own but leaned to the side so he didn't crush you. His arms around you, his wings enveloping you, holding you in place as his hips rock forward. You're too exhausted to say anything, to even move, and all you can do is just stay there and take it as he goes again.
The question in your head repeated itself as you closed your eyes, did you just become a devil's bitch?
… And did you care...?
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#raphael bg3#bg3 raphael#raphael the cambion#raphael x tav#raphael x reader#bg3 smut#tw knotting
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Anonymous asked: HeyI wwas wondering if you could do a Wolf! Wilbur x fem!reader? Like Wilbur gets into heat and begs reader to let him fuck them, humping at their leg until reader let's them and then Wilbur fucks Reader endless and then eventually knots them?
yeah why not. here.
trigger warning: dubcon because its a heat and not previously discussed. oblivious reader is left in the dark about wilbur's wolfishness and heats and shit. so. yeah. 18+
(Room)Mates
It's always a simple thing, come home, greet your roommate with lots of hugs and promises of conversations and things would go as smooth as butter. You didn't mind the arrangement, especially with the way he explained it. (Growing up, he had probably the most loving, physically affectionate family in the area. And you didn't mind a pretty boy asking for physical contact all the time. You're probably touch-starved but we won't delve too deep into it.) So this particular night, you had been out a little later, distracted by the dogs outside of your work, they wouldn't move even if you had extra treats in your bag. Not even for your cold lunch.
You admire the dedication but it still set your schedule back by an hour, not to mention, this would be the first time in a week you'd see Wilbur. He had called it a family emergency but his car hasn't let and you could hear noises in his room. Banging on the walls and heavy stuff dropping onto the floor. You'd be concerned if it continued when you were home. It was only ever when you were close to sleeping.
So, as the touch-starved human you are, you were excited to see your roommate, excited to see his fluffy brown hair fall into his eyes and excited to him laugh at your day. He was going to love this cheesy joke you overheard, you bite down on your smile, fishing for your keys in your bag.
Sliding the key into the door and jiggling it within the metal, you push your weight into it with your shoulder. It opens with a creak of resistance, swinging only a little bit as you stumble.
His car had been in the same spot as it had been but you could see that bedroom door was open. "Ah, sorry I'm late Wilbur, you should've seen it, the strays at work are getting bad again. And they're stubborn, wouldn't even move for the wrap I had. And you know where I get my wraps, from that little place next door so you know they were feeling spiteful from last spring." You speak in rambles, setting down your things by the coffee table and cracking your spine as you relax. You talk into the air, as if you weren't about to talk to him for the first time in a week. You hear padded footsteps and you can feel the heat radiating off of him as he gets closer and closer to you in the kitchen. You paid him no mind, already aware of how clingy he can get but when you reach into the cabinet above your head, you feel his body slide against yours, his crotch grounding against your ass as you lean onto your heels. It's an entire body reaction— from the curse words that fall from your mouth, you pushing him away and him whining.
"Fucking hell, what the fuck is going on, Wilbur?" The words fall from your mouth faster than you can think and he's just too much— too warm, too close, and too sweaty, what the fuck— the lower part of your back meets the counter and he slots his leg in between yours, rocking his hips and- fuck, he's so hard, he's fucking hard and he's fucking humping your leg. Clearing your head of the panic, you can hear him babbling, see the drool falling from the corners of his lips. "Need- need you so bad, heart, need t'be inside you, s'hot right now, you're so hot." And of course, he kept repeating about how he needed to knot you, how he just needed to breed you and make you so full of his pups. "Smell- you smell so good-" he moans into the air as he digs his nose into your hair.
How is this shit— whatever the fuck is going on with Wilbur, how is it so hot?
"Wilbur, look at me." You say, pinching his cheeks together where his lips purse and the drool spills onto your wrist, you can't even hold back the grimace, "what's going on with you?"
"S'sooooo warm, need- hah, need to fuck you full with my pups, please I'll be so good for you," his hips start rocking against your leg again and you can only shudder as his words slip under your skin and warm your insides. "Please let me fuck you, please please, just the tip, just the tip and I'll leave you alone, please baby, please, I need you- need you so bad, fuck you're so so-fffttttttt, fuck, please-" you slap a hand onto his mouth, your face burning except it doesn't do much, his moan vibrates through your hand and he starts to lick the salt off of your palm and in between the crevices in your fingers.
"God, Wilbur, you're a fucking- mess." You say as you push his head away and it just rolls on his neck, tears bubbling in his eyes as his mouth is still dropped open. He sinks to his knees, still grinding his crotch against your leg and it's so different to the Wilbur you know. (Well, he's still clingy and touchy as ever but he's so fucking horny right now, like- shit.) You wonder if somebody did something, like poison him with a sex thing or if he's sick or if he just... really missed you. Yeah, hard pass on the last bit.
His head leans against your thigh, inhaling so deeply and you realize a little too late that his nose is close to where your own pelvis is, close to your crotch. And before you can stop him, he starts licking at your cunt through your pants. Your mouth drops open into a gasp, sparks of pleasure running through your spine as you accidentally widen your stance, his hands coming to grip your sides, your thighs and squeezing, feeling your skin as he pushes your top up. His touch burns hot.
His tongue is all you can focus on for the next minute as he continues to lick, your hands burying themselves in his hair. And when you clench a chunk of hair in your fists, your hips twitching as they rock against his mouth, you can only let out a sharp whine yourself, his own moans vibrating against the fabric. The pants get so wet, you're almost concerned if he hadn't already started pulling them down. Your thighs are hit with the apartment's air conditioner breeze and you push his face back, even as he whimpers, pressing his cheek to your naked leg. ("Soft.. so fucking soft." You can barely hear him mutter.)
"Wilbur," you say, and he looks up at you with those big eyes, his mouth dropped open with his tongue dragging itself up your thigh, coating your skin with a wet warmth. "Wilbur, promise me this won't change anything." His fingers tighten themselves over your skin and he nods fast, words dripping from his lips with promises to be good, good for you and to you.
"Love you so much, god, you're so perfect, you're so warm. So, so warm." He repeats himself, hips rocking again.
You swallow the dread and you tell yourself, things will be okay. Things will go back to normal. Things will be simple again. Wilbur will go back to being your overly affectionate roommate and none of this will mean anything.
Which means you definitely can't fuck him in your bed.
"C'mon then. Your room." He stands up so quick, pulling on your hands and guiding you to the room at the end of the apartment. Even when you start tripping from the pants still around your knees, though he just pulls them down so you can step out of them... where he picks you up with strength you don't know where the fuck it came from just how he presses you against the wall next to the door and moans into your mouth, kissing you and licking your teeth and pressing himself closer and closer.
It's a blur of wet and burning and hot and fuck- but you know the second he's inside you, you feel the stars in your blood, you feel something that's much bigger than you or him, bigger than this apartment or the complex. Maybe that's just how sex is. (How sex is when your bed-mate is someone completely, insanely hot and probably has the sex version of rabies.) He covers your skin in marks, biting them and pistoning his cock inside of your cunt, listening to your needs. Moving as fast as you needed him and and as slow as you needed.
Time continued, and you had to estimate it'd been an hour or so after you let him first test the waters; let him stroke the tip of his cock between your lips and watching as he cried into your hands, kissing his tears away, you did. Because he's a big sap and you're nothing but a good for nothing roommate (-that's in love with him.)
He's not any softer than before, he's still so- so hard. Despite coming twice on your stomach twice (and cleaning his mess every time) he's still so fucking hard it makes it hard to think with how far his cock sinks inside of you.
You know at some point, after it hits the second hour and he's still brutally pounding your cunt to shreds, you feel something twitch the base of his dick. You can hardly speak though, with how you screamed his name into his pillow... soaking the pillowcase with your own spit and gripping it hard as he fucks you again and again. You notice the twitch and it's only when he picks the pace up again, moaning into your shoulder and biting so hard you think the skin breaks, you can feel a stretch happening, something big itching to bury itself into your cunt. You gasp, the sound a scratchy thing as it pops inside, tears falling fast down your cheeks as he is locked inside of you, with his chest against your back and he's mumbling sweet things, promises to fill you up and promises to make you feel good again, promises and more promises.
You can hardly focus as it quickly became too much, your sobbing buries itself into his hand as you lean into his touch, trying to count down from any number but nothing is fucking working.
"Wilbur- what- what the fuck is happening, Wilbur?"
Something between a sob and a moan escapes his own mouth as he leans closer to your ear, "I just- fuck. I just knotted you. It'll- it'll go down in a second. Try not to ah, ah- move." His hand pins your hip down, despite being the only one trying to move. "So, so beautiful." He murmurs and you just let it soak, let the attention and the harsh fucking sink into your skin. There is so much to process. So much to sift through.
That's a tomorrow's problem... and you should probably call in tomorrow.
#spencer writes#wilbur soot smut#dark content#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot x y/n#wilbur soot x you#werewolves#tw knotting#tw dubcon#tw dark content
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"Just-just a little bit longer" Shoto begged as he pressed his hips closer, his smoky peppermint scent layering you in a comforting warmth as he nuzzled you, your knees touching your shoulders as he held you with your back pressed against the mattress. He groaned when he felt his knot softening, slipping from your entrance along with the copious amounts of cum. He let your legs down but stayed laying on you, his face pressed into your throat. You laced your arms around his shoulders, sighing contentedly as you ran his nails across his skin. It wasn't long until he rutting his hips against you, a soft rumbling growl in his chest as his nipped your bonding mark.
"Again?" You asked with a quiet laugh, smile on your lips as he hushed you with a kiss, his lips soft and burning.
"Just wanna be inside you," Shoto whispered against your lips, sliding back in as you gasped, "so warm, so good for me, gonna be the perfect mama for our pups"
He's on my mind sorry not sorry. I want him and Enji arguing over you and I might do that next.
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Inspired by this tumblr post by @hawnks
Subject: JJK, Satoru Gojo
Title: Hate Me Tomorrow (Omega!Gojo x GN Alpha!Reader)
Trigger Warning: Dub con, omega verse, scenting, size difference, biting/marking, obsessive/toxic behavior, self-hatred, knotting, knot riding, begging, heat/mating cycles, grinding
The sweet, musky scent of Gojo's cologne and sweat enveloped you. Even the giant stuffed beta fish you were snuggling had no scent but his. His pillow fort was surprisingly spacious, granted, Gojo was nearly twice your size so there was a lot of him to fit. But being in here with him was nearly suffocating, and not just because of the light whiffs of omega scent rolling off of him or because he'd practically ripped off your jacket to snuggle into.
He'd called you suddenly, saying that he needed to spend time with someone. It made sense. Geto just died and there were only so many people who were willing to pick up the phone for Gojo, and even fewer he'd actually call. Especially when it was a secret he was an omega, pretending to be an alpha and you were an alpha pretending to be a beta.
The two of you were decent friends, hanging out after teaching at Jujutsu Tech for a drink or a quick round of gossip. He was one of the few people who knew you were an alpha and he an omega, an unusual kinship formed but it was never anything more. More importantly, you knew about his relationship with Geto. You couldn't say no.
Which was why your thigh was snug against his, smartphone balanced on your knee, his favorite plushie shoved into your arms. His head on your shoulder breathes fast but not uneven. It seemed like he was trying not to cry. Poor guy. The winter fashion review didn't seem to be helping him calm down at all. Nor any work gossip. You wanted to stay and help, but it was getting late. If he really wanted to, he could just pin you down, sometimes that thought scared you.
Gojo curled onto his side, struggling closer to you, your jacket wrapped in his hands like a security blanket.
It felt wrong to leave, but you needed to take care of yourself, too. "Hey, bud, I need to get going. Are you going to be alright by yourself?"
Gojo buried his face in your neck, silent. He leaned his weight into you, just enough to make it clear he didn't want to be alone.
Fuck. "I'm sorry. I'll come first thing tomorrow. We'll call out from work and go to the city or--"
His teeth scraped your neck. Possessive, dominant. Alpha behavior. Before you knew what was happening, he was ripping off your scent suppressor, inhaling like he hadn't been breathing for hours. Alpha pheromones leaked from your skin, invading your nose. "Gojo?"
Your stomach turned as your instincts awakened, the need to comfort an omega struggling with your own needs for autonomy. Your fingers dug into the beta fish plushie, filled with his scent.
He reached for his own scent blocker and you suddenly realized what was going on. With his neck practically right under your nose, his omega scent was free. And not just that, he was going into heat. The pillow fort was a nest and this was a trap. Gojo was primed to breed and he was going to use you to fuck away his pain. "This isn't healthy, Gojo, listen to me!"
But his patch was already off and the omega scent of him in your lungs, filling you, lighting every nerve on fire. Your cock swelled under your clothes, reacting to his breedable scent with vigor.
Gently, Gojo took the plush and pushed you onto your back, yanking off his pants as his pale face filled with color. His bandages were already slipping, the iridescent shine of his six eyes laser-focused on the swelling at your crotch. He crawled on top of you, already tugging off his shirt. "Just for today, please." He panted, his thin but muscular chest heaving as if just sitting here breathing was a near-impossible task.
His weight lowered onto your cock and you gasped, feeling his wetness through your clothes. His heat was so pleasant, feverish but warm, empty, and yearning. Blood pulsed lower and you gulped.
Slowly, Gojo rocked back and forth, moaning loudly each time your shaft met his clit. His back arched, nipples swollen and pink, and standing at attention. "Please," he begged. "Just me just for tonight. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please, ah, Y/N. Please, I wanna cum. Let me have it inside me."
It was getting harder and harder to think straight. He felt so good, the need to fill him up, let him fuck himself stupid on your cock growing. It would be better if you let him, a voice whispered. Another said, it's what you were made for. Just let him.
"Gojo," you gasped. You reached for him, tried to make him stop so you could think, but his fingers intertwined with yours and he was moving faster now, his breathy moans coming faster. His skin was so soft and warm, filling you with his heat until you thought you might burst. Blood pulsed in your cock, his pussy was sucking at you through your clothing. He wanted you so badly. You wanted... What did you want to do again? You had to leave but why?
"Y/N, I'm cumming." His hips rocked faster, tummy rolling with downy white hair covered in sparkling slick. "I'm cumming on your alpha cock." He let go of your hands to lay across your stomach, his head buried in your neck to take in your scent, his own making your head spin as pleasure threatened to burst out of your cock. His teeth met your skin, nibbling and biting gently then hard enough to bruise until he let out a long, throaty groan as he came.
Instantly, your clothes were soaked, his hot slick smothered on your member. If you weren't fully erect before, you were now.
Still panting, Gojo lifted himself up just enough to tug your cock free from your clothing. He didn't wait, spreading his pussy with his fingers as he sank down on your tip. Slick gushed down your shaft as he cried out, swallowing your swollen head into his heat. You bit back a groan, fingers digging into the blankets making up the fort.
"You feel so big," Gojo moaned. "So good. I've only done this with Geto, so I'm going to have to start slow." He sank a little further, impossibly tight and hot and wet. "Feels so good," he huffed, rolling his hips and finally, sinking all the way down your shaft.
Your knot throbbed, seeming to sense that an omega was speared on your length.
Gojo humped himself on your cock, needy moans slipping from his mouth each time his hips met yours. "Feels so good, Y/N. I've only felt Geto like this before."
Before you could respond he pulled back to his full height, six eyes glowing in the warm darkness of the pillow fort. He spread his lower lips as he lifted himself up, clear slick drooling from his hole. His pretty, pink, clit a shining pearl at the apex of his thighs. "You did this to me. Look how wet you made me." Slowly, Gojo slid back down, pushing the head of your cock against his cervix. Again, he kept himself exposed and rose up, only to slurp your length right back down to the knot, aiming this time higher, into something spongy and mouth-wateringly soft.
"G-Gojo, I know you miss him but you can't--"
He raised himself up and dropped down, knocking a groan from you both. "I think about him a lot," Gojo panted. "About how empty he left me. In my soul. In my body. So please, let me fix one of those. Just for now. It's okay if you hate me, but I need you now more than I've needed anyone."
Gojo whined, flushed and excited. "Right there." He slammed back down on you with a stomach-churning squelch right into that soft sweet spot. "So good." He was riding you now, using you like a dildo to get himself off, his delicate fingers rolling his clit in circles. You couldn't take your eyes off him. "I want you to cum inside me, okay? Fill me up with your seed. Help me feel less empty."
Pleasure gathered deep inside you, begging to come out as your knot swelled. Shit. You shouldn't. He was your coworker, your friend. But omegas needed alpha seed, he needed reprieve from his heat and you were the only one he could call--because the person he really wanted was dead.
That thought shattered your high, grounding you back in the moment. "Gojo, I know you're still mourning Geto, but this isn't healthy for you."
Gojo settled on your stomach, chest heaving. His hands snuck under your shirt, impossibly soft and warm in your skin. Your cock twitched inside him, wanting him to squeeze and milk you dry but that wasn't what a good friend would let him do.
"I killed him, you know." His hands curled into fists by your hips. "He left me after taking my virginity and when he came back, I killed him on Christmas Eve because he didn't give me another choice. I'm awful, aren't I? Shoko hates me. She won't say it but I know she does. I hate me, too." The blue of his eyes shone as tears gathered, threatening to fall down his red flushed cheeks.
"Shoko doesn't hate you." You said soothingly. You sat up, so much smaller than him, and ran your hands through his hair. "It was an impossible situation, we all think you did the right thing. We--"
He didn't let you finish your thought. Gojo grabbed you by your shirt and slammed his mouth onto yours, his tongue filling you as if he could make you swallow every hateful thing he'd ever thought about himself. "If you don't hate me," he breathed against your lips, his spit wet and warm as it dribbled down your chin, "then cum inside me." He rolled his hips, reigniting the electric pleasure in your core. "Please. You can hate me tomorrow, but right now, I can't let you go."
The pulsing softness of his pussy contracted, squeezing you so tightly you thought you might burst. You gasped for breath when Gojo released you and then did it again. You wanted to move. You wanted to stop. You wanted...
Gojo pulled down the front of your shirt, rolling his hips roughly, chasing his end against your cock. He bit your chest, hard enough to bruise, marking you like an alpha. And that was enough to come undone.
You exploded inside of him, eyes rolling back as your core emptied against his sweet spot. Your hips rolled up into his and you shivered as you felt your knot pop into his pussy, slick sliding down your thighs and onto the blankets.
You struggled to breathe as Gojo laid himself on top of you, breathing fast. He rocked his hips against your knot, already trying to drag another orgasm out of himself. His arms slid under your back, pulling your chest to his. "You're all I have now, Y/N," he whispered, "so please, don't leave.”
#Raven Writes#Boy Pussy fic 2#And its my first Gojo fic agoihigheosh#Gojo Satoru x Reader#Omega Gojo x Reader#Alpha Reader#TW Omegaverse#TW Knotting#TW Knot riding#TW Self hatred#TW obsessive behavior#TW toxic behavior#TW scenting#TW dub con#tw size difference#TW grinding#TW biting#TW marking#TW heat#TW mating cycles#TW begging
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♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ Fawn is Thinking about...
Fem!Reader with a Bunny/Puppy/Kitty Hybrid!
[ CW | Talks of breeding and pregnancy, Kitty is sadistic asshole, and reader deals with their shit, Degradation, praise, Brats, animalistic behaviors, not proofread, biting, Heat cycle, brief mention of periods, overstimulation, might make a full post out of some of these ]
Bunny! Hybrid
Fluffy little bastard.
Biggest brat, will stomp around if you say no over the stupidest of things.
Like, No sweetie you can't tear up the new couch I just got, you can't throw plates out the window just because you like watching people getting hit, and no you can't chew on the cables.
Gives you the silent treatment for a couple of minutes, before realizing how much he loves your attention and ends up completely forgetting whatever he was pissy about.
Depending on the type of rabbit this mf is either tall as hell or tiny. So imagining a 6'0 Flemish Giant rabbit throw the equivalent of a toddlers tantrum because you told him to NOT bite your fingers off is just funny.
On the topic of biting, this mf bites EVERYTHING including you.
The first week you had him you had to use the lemon trick because everything that was chewable was in fact chewed upon, he'd probably eat insulation if possible
His ears are so... Cute??? Depending on the type of rabbit they can be floppy or straight up but it's adorable on em' anyways,
I can just imagine ears turning in your direction anytime you catch his attention, pink nose slightly twitching as he watches you in vague interest.
Steals everything, he probably doesn't even mean to because he just has this attitude of "Everything you have is mine, and everything I have is only mine." So he just subconsciously steals your clothes and what not.
When he's not being an annoying little shit he's the best cuddler, all that fluff isn't just for the cold. He'll feel like the softest plushie in the world
— NSFW
Oh your first time dealing with a Rabbit in heat was hell, and he was trying so hard not to snap with you around.
He's all but confused why you haven't cracked yet, it's not like keeping Hybrids as pets is considered acceptable anyways. You'd just be fitting out your role if you let him fuck.
Taking the term fucking like bunnies to the max.
Every day, on any surface— you actually probably would be pregnant if not for the fact that you are two different species
I think his favorite position is missionary, not only does he get to watch how you react— Eating up every little emotion but he gets perfect access to your tits
And this may be my barely disguised fetish sneaking in but I feel like he'd be a titty man. A cups, C cups D cups doesn't matter— he just fucking love tits, using any excuse he can to be buried in between them.
Thinkin' about how sensitive his ears and little fluffy tail becomes, almost Cumming in his pants (or in you) from just the feeling of you tugging on them.
On the days you couldn't too sore n' tired to go another round he resorts to thigh fucking, shaky hands trying so desperately not to accidentally claw into your thighs— Tapered tip grinding against your clit perfectly with each needy thrust
High pitched whines escapes him, his hips mindlessly rutting against you in his chase for pleasure. "Pleasepleaseplease let me fuck you." He pleaded, grinding his cock against your hole— whimpering at the resistance the damp fabric separating you two provided.
"'M sorry for bein such a brat— I'll be such a good bunny f' you." He slurred leaning down and burying his face into your chest. Nibbling and licking the supple skin covering your harden nipples in spit and saliva. "So please please let me in."
Puppy! Hybrid
Oh, baby is so sweet its insane
He's so expressive— Visibly lighting up when you enter the room, all smiles and giggles with his tail wagging aggressively
Fully domesticated boy wife. Cleans the house while your gone, packing you homemade lunch with the cutest little designs, has dinner and a bath prepared by the time your back home
Husky Hybrids are so fucking???? They're loud, they WILL team up on you, and shed every.fucking.where.
Guiltrips you with puppy eyes any time he does something bad, he does it even without the mistake- If he wants extra treats or if he's trying to convince you to stay home a little longer
He accidentally breaks a glass vase? Puppy eyes.
Vet visits are fucking horrible, cause at first he'll be so happy because he thinks you're going to the park, but the moment he realizes you took the wrong turn he's a whining mess
Refused to talk to you for a few days after because he had to wear the cone of shame
— NSFW
I think he'd actually be in more control during heat season, probably waiting for your own mating season to come before acting on any urges
Early on in your relationship he was so confused why you never go through heat. Literally would spend months watching you waiting for it to come just for it to never. And baby boy was so confused.
that was until he did research, pup was so worried about you— Genuinely wondering how your species grew to the size it did when apparently your 'heat' cycle was all year.
Cause how are you supposed to tell who's ready to breed and when??
It didn't take long for him to find out about a magical thing that exists before your period there's this magical thing called ovulation
And now you deal with a doggy who keeps track of everything in your menstruation cycle— in three different calendars + you get sniffed because he's slowly realizing that during ovulation your scent slightly changes
The biggest switch ever, sometimes you'll be riding him into a mattress while he's crying from overstimulation— Begging you to fuck him till he can only shoot out blanks
Or he's fucking you into the mattress, holding your hips firmly against his so he's able to reach and fuck with those spots in you that have you so needy beneath him
When he knotted you for the first time it was a little bit of a surprise— Like you seen the base of his cock swell up before but it was never in you
So the feeling of all that cum being trapped inside, a fat knot just keeping you plugged up was definitely a new and welcomed one
That experience probably unlocked something in him, because after that day he begs to breed you 24/7
He's some level of delusional cause he thinks that if he tries hard enough he can actually get you pregnant
Will spend hours on foreplay, especially if he's the Dom. Will forcefully hold your legs wide open, eagerly lapping and sucking your pussy. Fingers pumpin' in and outta you despite the fact you already came three times earlier
Thinking about a tall 6'3 doberman melting at the simplest of your touch— Crying and begging for your attention to be directed to the twitching dick in his pants
Or a tiny 5'2 Chihuahua somehow tying you up, and has your legs spread, arms behind your back, overstimulated as all hell because of the dildo squirming and vibrating inside of you— A cute pastel pink vibrator taped down to your sensitive, overwhelmed clit
Just so many possibilities...
The loving yet lust hazed eyes looking down on you almost made you wanna forgive him, but that thought is thrown out the window when you remember it was those same pretty eyes that put you in this situation— Pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled up with something anything. "You're so pretty— Can you cum like that f' me one more time?" He asked, but by the way his eyes flickered down to your twitching cunt you doubt he' cares for an actual answer
Not that you can form any, mind too stupid and fucked out to fully register the weight behind his words. More focused on the way his thumb draws sticky shapes all over your clit, two fingers finally sinking into the warmth of your cunt and pumping in and out of you.
"Just one more and I'll stuff you full of my cum, gonna make you my baby mama... you'd look so pretty with swollen breasts and a stomach round with my kids in ya"
Kitty! Hybrid
Meanest little shit to you
Not even in a bratty way, he's like an actually asshole— Conveniently bumping into vases and glasses 'on accident'
You have too many scars to count, you don't think he even does it in purpose. His claws are just naturally sharp, and any attempt at cutting them ends with him awkwardly apologizing while tending to the now bleeding scratch marks on your forearms
I think he's probably the only one who in general has a consistent height excluding the big boy breeds. Maybe a bit taller than you but no major height differences.
You have so many nicknames you're 90% sure he forgot your real one. But his most favorite ones to use are 'Peasant' and 'Slave'
He can't cook for shit.
Tried making you something as an apology but ended up almost burning the kitchen
And don't get me started on the dead rodents
A annoying asshole yet wants you to praise and focus all your attention on him
Scents you as well but it's a little more obvious
Nuzzling himself into your neck, wears all your clothes to make sure his scent sticks
Gets actually offended when you wash your clothes because of that.
— NSFW
The scratches and bite marks aren't limited to outside the bedroom
It's not even on purpose at this point, he is so overwhelmed that he can't help it that his claws dig into your skin.
Orgasm
A choked gasp spilled from your lips, the pressure on your throat as your cunt was being abused was enough to have your eyes Rolling back, Tears sticking to your eyelashes.
"God you're disgusting, to get off being treated like trash—" He panted, his nails digging into the fat of your hips the stinging sensation mixing with the overwhelming pleasure.
"Do you even deserve my cum?" He mocked, leaning down to bite and suck at the nape of your neck adding to the collection of bruises and bite marks that decorated on your skin.
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tw: a/b/o, mentions of a heat, omegaverse, masturbation, mention of knotting
It hurt. Oh, how it hurt. A pain like a raging wildfire shot through you, cruel and uncaring. Early… so early. Your spine bowed at each step you tried to take, knives carving up your insides with the white hot heat of need. The cellphone was just out of reach. Your knees buckled. A river of molten lava pooled between your thighs. Nature and instinct preparing you for the only thing that would calm your mind, satiate your body.
Delicate shaky fingers sought out your aching hole, tried desperately to fill yourself but it wasn’t enough—wasn’t nearly enough. No matter how hard you rubbed at your sensitive nerve endings, it didn’t cool the primal urge to be bred until you were round and full. You sought out his scent, blindly making your way into the bedroom, your nose leading you forward.
His pillow… your face pressed into it deeply, rubbing your cheeks over it and wrapping your mind in a light haze of the dominant smell of your mate. Soon, it was between your thighs and you rode it like you would his cock. You thought of the knot he would give you, of how he would bite into the skin at your neck and shoulder to hold you still. The fullness of it buried right against the neck of your womb. The searing heat that would be pleasurable unlike the stinging sensation you felt right now. Your actions stilled, a silent sob caught in your throat at not finding your end and then you sensed it.
He was coming.
The overwhelming musk of your alpha. Your mate was storming closer and closer at an alarming rate. Had he sensed your heat when he was so far away? All would be okay when he arrived. This writhing agony would be taken care of—you would be taken care of. Urgently you clawed at the remaining clothes on your body, stripping completely and tossing away the pillow now sodden with your arousal. On hands and knees, you lowered your chest into the sheets and displayed yourself, waiting. You could hear the beat of your heart in your ears but a louder noise was creeping in, that of heavy, urgent footsteps and the slamming of a door so loud that it shook the whole room.
He was here.
- your favourite fictional man x reader
#delirious writes#I’m not tagging this for anyone specific#it could be your fictional man of choice#just testing this out so feedback (polite) welcome#tw a/b/o#tw omegaverse#tw knotting
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The Birthday Package
Tighnari x Reader
NSFW 18+ ONLY
Contains: fluff, smut, knotting, pampering, mating bite
You prepare for Tighnari's birthday and have some pampering for him when he gets back from the Akademia.
Tried making reader gender neutral as possible. Hope you all enjoy! Yes...I'm a few days late...sorry about that >_<
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If all goes well, I'll be back before sundown. Be careful should you go anywhere. And if you should, I've already packed a bag of necessities for you. Just let the forest watchers know.
Love,
Tighnari
'Aww, Tighnari!' You thought with a smile, setting the note on the table. There are a few hours left before he'd return giving you plenty of time to make some padisarah pudding and a small batch of candied ajilenakh nuts, using his recipes of course. Afterwards, you planned to use his favorite mushrooms as the main course making sure not to season them.
You gathered the ingredients and got to work, measuring and mixing then baking and cooking it all up. You made the candied ajilenakh nuts last as the pudding needed time to set.
"Alright, that's all done, now to slice some mushrooms." You sighed and wiped your brow, going back to work. It didn't take long, only a couple minutes at most. You grabbed the two leaves you picked out earlier, arranging the mushrooms with a nilotpala lotus in the center, setting the dish at the table.
"I'm home! *sniff* Mmmm, something smells good."
You whip your head around and smile, "welcome home Nari! I assume it went well?" The boards creak beneath your feet as you bring him into your shared forest home, kissing him on the cheek. Rose dusted his cheeks as his ears and tail stood up, surprised. "I made some mushroom hodgepodge, padisarah pudding, and candied ajilenakh nuts for you. And don't worry, I used your recipes this time."
He smiled and nodded, "thank you. You can still add seasoning to yours if you haven't already. And yes, it went well...so long as there are fewer adventurers who are brought here delirious from sweetwater mushrooms...they shouldn't eat something they aren't familiar with."
You both pulled out a chair and sat at the table, Tighnari admiring all you had prepared for his special day. He picked up a fork, savoring the mushrooms you chose. "Mmm, you found some excellent quality starshrooms," he sighed, stuffing more in his mouth. "I used the notebook you gave me as a reference to make sure I'd find the best ones. You deserve it." His face softened at that, having no words.
After finishing, you cleaned up and put away the leftovers for later then traipsed towards Tighnari. He stood up, stretching his limbs. His tail twitched at every small pop as his ears perked in your direction. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pecking his cheek. "Happy birthday Tighnari!" You beamed, resting your head on his shoulder, "I've got more things planned for you," you leaned a little closer to his ear, lowering your voice to a whisper, "if you want to indulge in them."
Tighnari's breath hitched as his ears twitched. His mouth formed into a smirk. "Oh do you now? Show me then. We have all night, my beautiful lotus."
Heat rushed to your face as you stammered, feeling the way his eyes bore into you, hungry, "y-yes...umm, this way then," you pointed in the direction to the bedroom, "but I do have something else first. I promise you'll like it."
He chuckled, kissing your brow, "I look forward to it."
You entered the room, Tighnari following in tow. It was small but it was just what you both needed. You grabbed a chair, motioning for Tighnari to sit in it. Nodding, he sat down, curling his tail to partially lie in his lap though couldn't quite hold his excitement. The tip flicked constantly. "I'll also need you to remove your accessories and top too."
You walked over to the cabinet, digging around for his tail brush and conditioning oil. The shuffling caused his ears to turn in your direction curiously as he removed the items you asked.
'Ah! Found them!' You grabbed them, and brought them to him. "Since you've been out all day, I thought you'd like your tail brushed and conditioned. I can even get those hard to reach areas."
"You're always so thoughtful my lotus," he smiled lovingly.
You sat on the bed, placing his tail on your lap as you opened the conditioning oil, applying it. "Let me know if it hurts so I can add more oil.
He nodded, sighing at the first stroke of the brush, melting into the chair. "So...nice...thank you." You smiled, smoothing his soft fur, removing the tangles. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Even though you couldn't see his face, you knew he was thoroughly relaxed. Quiet sighs and groans left his lips until the last bit of fur was brushed.
You put the brush and oil down as Tighnari stretched. "Thank you, I was needing to brush out those tangles. They were bothering me the whole lecture." His ears pressed against his head as he yawned. You brought your hands to his shoulders still covered in oil and began to knead his muscles. "Oh yeah, that's the spot!" He groaned, leaning his head forward to give you better access. His tail flicked and brushed your legs.
You shifted towards his neck, drifting lower. You leaned closer to him, "how is it Nari?" You paused, pressing your lips on the back of his neck, "do you want more of this? Or," you slid your hands to his stomach and chest, tracing circles on his skin, "do you want to be fucked?"
Small bumps raised upon his skin as he took in a sharp breath, "please lotus...you know what I want..."
"Then turn around for me love."
Tighnari shifts, facing you. His eyes half lidded, pouting with a faint shade of pink in his cheeks. You cup his face, rubbing gentle circles along his cheekbone then pulled him flat against you, slamming your mouth onto his. He gasped into the kiss, gripping the sheets with one hand, propping himself with the other as he moved his soft lips in rhythm with yours.
Teeth nipped at your bottom lip. It was your turn to gasp into his mouth. His wet tongue slid into your mouth as you pulled him closer, tangling your own with his. You felt something hard being ground against your pelvis, moaning into him. A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you flipped him over, breaking the kiss and pressing onto his dick.
Tighnari moaned and whimpered at the sudden shift, ears flat against his head. He panted, grinding into you and grabbing your hips, digging his sharp nails into you.
You inhaled sharply, gasping his name. The heat filled your core, starting to build. You knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Nari, d-do you want me to ha really fuck you?" You groaned.
"Yes, yes! Please! I need you my lotus!" He pleaded, gasping at each roll of his hips.
"Then let go s-so I can give it t-to you!"
He slowed to a stop, releasing his hands from your hips. You crawled off him, ripping your clothes off then grabbing the waistband to his pants, pulling them down. He hissed then sighed in relief as his dick slapped his stomach, hard and red just oozing with precum all the way down to his knot already forming at the base. His tail pounded against the bed excitedly, waiting for you.
You grabbed a bottle of lube next to the jar of oil, smothering some in your hand and onto Tighnari's dick. You brought your hand down, spreading your hole open, stretching and slicking it up. His eyes followed your hands as one drifted towards him. You grabbed his dick, lining yourself up and sank onto him. "Oh fuck Nari!" You groaned as he stretched you out.
His eyes squeezed shut, gripping the sheets with a hiss, ears back. "So...good..."
You sat there, adjusting to his girth. No matter how many times you two have fucked, you never get used to how much he fills you up. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his once more and give an experimental thrust of your hips, continuing into slow, shallow movements.
Tighnari's breath hitched in delight as he began to meet your own thrusts. He peppered kisses from your lips, to your jawline, all the way down to your neck, sucking and nibbling it. You cried his name, increasing your pace as you squeeze around him, your skin remembering the sensation of his every touch.
His groans grew louder as he grabbed your hips, pounding himself deep into you as if something snapped within him. Long strings of moans left your lips as you threw your head back, attempting to meet his powerful thrusts as the heat inside you grew each time. You reached for his shoulders for balance, resting your head on the left side, giving him better access to your neck.
"Nari, I'm close!"
His animalistic thrusts grew more vigorous, changing positions with you now on your back at his mercy. His teeth bared, panting and growling, grinding his knot at your entrance. You yelped at the stretch, hearing a wet pop as it went in over and over and over until you were glued to him. His thrusts grew sloppy, instincts telling him to reach as far into you as possible. He didn't have much longer.
A few more harsh thrusts and warmth spilled into you, painting your insides white. You yelped as a sharp pain stabbed through your neck when you suddenly clamped around him as you came.
"Happy birthday Nari!" You rasped, still recovering from your high.
Tighnari lapped at the wound he gave you. "It was all I could ask for. Thank you, my lotus," he kissed your forehead, "I love you with all my heart." He smiled at you like the sun, pulling you against him into a long cuddle, wrapping his tail around your legs.
"I love you too!" You smiled, snuggling into him.
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Oohhhhh dear lord listen listen I will worship the very ground you walk on if you write something yandere and/or dubcon with Demogorgon
Totally ok if no tho ilysm❤️
Sweet Jesus I FINALLY have an excuse to use the idea my partner has been pestering me to use since I first wrote Monsters’ Favourite! It’s gonna be spicy sooo…
Warnings: Noncon, Hunting, Alien Biology, Freaky Alien Genitals, Deep Throating, Oral, Knotting
Running into an abandoned house was among the worst decisions that you could have made during this chase. You got turned around in your panic and ended up tripping over a raised floorboard, falling face first into a corner that was filled with junk.
FUCK FUCK FUCK-!!!
There was nowhere left to run. You shot to your feet but it was already too late. The Demogorgon had you boxed in. Your heartbeat screamed in your ears as you struggled to breathe. It was already at your back. You could feel its hot breath on your neck and your shoulders.
Why did it have to be you?! You didn't even do anything to piss it off! The Demogorgon absolutely demolished your friends, tearing them limb from limb in front your very eyes before it set itself upon you. Your entire body trembled as you braced for the inevitable. It was going to be painful and messy... You closed your eyes and waited for those petal shaped jaws to wrap around your head-
"UGH-!"
A long, slimy tongue flicked against your ear. You instantly cringed away, raising your shoulders as you cried out in surprise. You couldn't escape from the invasive tongue- there was nowhere for you to go now... What was it doing?! Taste testing you before it devoured you?! It growled behind you, low and bassy and something that vibrated the organs in your chest and something behind your eyes. Shit. Shit, shit, shit- SHIT! You held your breath and prepared for the worst, but absolutely nothing could have prepared you for what was to come.
It's thick, curved claws sliced into your arms but instead of ripping a strip of flesh off of you, the Demogorgon yanked you backwards so hard that you fell flat on your back. Before the shock of such a sudden motion could even set in your stomach dropped.
The center of the Demogorgon's flower-like head had buried itself in the valley of your crotch. You were left stunned, unable to react as the monster sniffed that area with the vigor of a dog that knew no boundaries and no manners. As you came to your senses, you felt the curl of the Demogorgon's face flaps take hold of the fabric of your jeans. And your underwear-!
"N-No! S-Stop! Stop it! I SAID FUCKING STOP!"
You punched it in the ribs and in the gut but it didn't react in the slightest. The Demogorgon had placed a tight grip onto your legs, preventing you from kicking or scrambling away as it tore a massive hole in the crotch of both your pants and your underwear. Panic turned into hysterics as your voice raised in pitch and loudness.
"W-WHAT THE FU- UGH?!"
A long, thick, wet stripe was licked along the length of your sex. What the fuuuu-?! Is this really happening right now?! You vainly scratched and pulled at the boney fingers that held you down. A flash of white hot embarrassment and disgust pooled in your gut and settled between your thighs. Your hips arched involuntarily into the Demogorgon's repetitive tongue lashings as a strangled moan escaped from the back of your throat. Your eyes squeezed shut as you struggled to regain some of your senses but it was no use.
It felt fucking good.
Its tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. It was like it knew every little trick to get you to squirm and gasp. It rolled against you, squirming and writhing and applying pressure in juuust the right places to have your mouth hanging agape and your guard lowered. The feeling of that thick tongue teasingly dipping into your entrance had your back arching and you throwing your head back in ecstasy. You had pretty much given up the fight to free yourself and instead clutched onto the Demogorgon's long fingers as your body began to shake. Being as distracted as you were, it was more than a little surprising to feel something long, thick and hot suddenly slip onto your face and start squirming around like crazy. Your eyes snapped open and your stomach dropped and your core began to ache.
Oh GOD that's a BIG fucking dick-!!
It was purplish grey in colour and had a slick yet textured feeling all along its length. You couldn't see its head but you could feel it touching your jawline, worming its way around your face with something that felt similar in shape and function to the Demogorgon's actually head. The entire organ was prehensile, able to move with the same amount of accuracy and precision that its tongue had.
It won't- You seriously aren't going to put that thing in your mouth, are you?!
....are you?
The struggle you put up was halfhearted. It wasn't like you wanted to get this thing off but at the same time you didn't really have a lot of options to work with at the moment. You didn't open your mouth but you also didn't try that hard to keep that freakishly dexterous dick from prying your lips apart and slithering into your only partially closed mouth.
It did not taste good yet you couldn't quite place the reason why. It had a musky, sweaty almost earthy-but-not-quite taste that had you salivating and gagging before it had even slipped all the way into your mouth. You had to screw your eyes shut and focus solely on breathing as it's cock slid all the way to the back of your throat in one fluid thrust. But the Demogorgon wasn't moving its hips at all, no, its dick somehow just moved all on its own like it was a separate entity or something!
It was nearly impossible to breathe at all. As the Demogorgon's member crammed itself down your throat its tongue continued to assault you in between your legs. Oooohhh God- You don't know why you bothered, but you tried to push its hips back. As if that would help right now. You just needed a little bit of room so you could breathe! The Demogorgon didn't relent and you started to feel lightheaded and panicked from the lack of air your lungs were receiving.
Are you seriously going to die from getting throat fucked?
Cumming had you seeing stars and unintentionally sucking on the Demogorgon's cock. A strangled gargling noise sounded from your throat. It felt like you were drowning on your own saliva and the monster's precum that had gathered in your throat. Your hips bucked against your will and your legs were kicking wildly as you really couldn't fucking breathe anymore!
Somehow it felt like everything was getting tighter and tighter in your mouth. Your tongue was flat against the back of your teeth and you could feel the monstrous cock pressing against muscles of your throat. You managed to knee the Demogorgon in the side of the head but it didn't react. You punched it in the side, dug your fingers into its ribs and still the creature didn't react to you in the slightest. You're actually going to die. You're going to die from sucking dick and receiving oral from a literally fucking monster.
Your jaw was stretched painfully wide, until you were sure something had popped and shifted in a way it was never supposed to. You were shocked when you felt something thick and hot streaming down your gullet. It filled your stomach enough that you felt physically bloated. Did- Did it just fucking cum?! Trying to breathe at all was a mistake. Something filled your sinuses and it shot out of your nose with startling force. All the while, the Demogorgon was still tongue fucking you with the same vigor and determination as when it first began.
No. No No- No you're fucking done! You tried to pull away but- You couldn't? You couldn't pull away at all! It was like it was... was stuck inside of you!? Oh GOD-!
You would have to wait for the swelling to go down... Whenever that would be... The Demogorgon certainly wasn't in any rush though. It had you exactly where it wanted you and it's not like you had a chance to get away, knotting or not.
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#dead by daylight#dbd#demogorgon#demogorgon x reader#ask response#tw non con#tw knotting#I'm not to blame for this one folks lol
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Milky
Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader
⋆˙⟡♡ 18+
⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: Your chest ached and you were in dire need of some relief. Who better to turn to then your incubus, Haarlep.
⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Cock Warming | Lactation | Pregnancy | Fluff
Ao3
Your breasts were swollen and aching, filled with milk that caused you discomfort. Seeking relief, you turned to your unconventional lover, Haarlep, who never had qualms about aiding you.
As you approached Haarlep while they sat, your breasts spilling over the top of your lacy garments, your nipples already hard and sensitive, "Haarlep, my sweet sweet incubus…" you whispered while cupping their cheeks, your voice filled with need, "my breasts...” You could feel your cheeks flush, “t-they ache…”
He looked at you with a raised brow, their infamous smile appearing at the realization as to what you were trying to ask. Haarlep was still Haarlep, despite being freed from both Mephistopheles and Raphael, the incubus wished to hear you ask, to beg, to say it aloud that you wanted them to relieve you. You huffed and averted your gaze, the embarrassment making your stomach flip and heart race. It felt as though butterflies were fluttering around within you all over again...
They placed their hands on your hips, their claws digging in and making you gasp, "Ask me for it, little dove." They cooed, "Ask for my help."
You shivered, knowing Haarlep enjoyed seeing you embarrassed, enjoyed hearing you say those words. You were his pet and he was your master in these moments, "P-please," you stuttered, "please Haarlep, m-make the pain go away. I need you…" Your voice was so soft, yet so desperate at the same time for their touch.
They smirked, leaning down and nipping at your neck, "Of course, darling." Their hand resting on the swell of your stomach, “Sit on my lap and let me ease your suffering."
You straddled Haarlep's lap, feeling the hardness of their cock pressing against you. Their clawed hands reaching up to tug at the lacy straps of your garment, exposing your swollen, needy buds. Your breasts ached, the relief coming only when the cool air of the room touched them.
Haarlep wasted no time, they cupped your heavy, swollen mounds and squeezed. You whimpered, arching your back into their touch, a wave of relief washing over you as their lips closed around one nipple. Their tongue swirling around the tender bud, teasing and flicking it, before sharp teeth grazed it ever so slightly and bit down. Your cries echoed through your room, their fangs sinking deeper into the sensitive flesh, almost hard enough to draw blood… Haarlep was losing themself in the pleasure, their body feeding off you, taking your lust and turning it into energy.
Their tail wrapped around your other breast, squeezing and milking your swollen nipple, "I've been neglecting your breasts," they said, "How awful I didn't realize they were so full." You could feel their smirk on your chest.
The incubus' words were soft, yet their tail continued to squeeze and pull at your nipple, the tip teasing it. He was going to take his time with you, and it was agonizing. You felt them shift beneath you, and then the hard, warm sensation of their cock pressing between your folds. You shuddered and rolled your hips, grinding against their erection, feeling it rub against your clit and slick the shaft with your wetness. “Haarlep-“ you closed your eyes your head leaned back as you felt their hands caress your round stomach, their cock pressing against your entrance.
"Warm me," They gripped your hips and pushed you down onto their cock, their lips still on your nipple.
Your mouth fell open but your eyes remaining shut, a strangled cry leaving your lips as you felt them penetrate you, stretch you, fill you. Their cock warm and throbbing, thick and long, their ridges hitting all the right spots and filling you just the way you liked.
You could feel Haarlep begin to suck, your milk releasing, easing the pressure and the pain. Their lips sealed around your nipple, their teeth holding it in place. Haarlep continued to drink greedily from your breast, your milky substance flowing freely and creating a delicious mess as it trailed out the corner of their mouth. Their cock buried deep within you, the base swelling and locking inside, the tip pressing against your most sensitive spots.
You cried out, the pleasure was intense, overwhelming, causing the familiar heat in your core to grow. "H-Haarlep," you panted, "I-I can't." Your body was trembling, your walls gripping and throbbing around his cock, "Haarlep! P-please!"
Their claws dug into your hips, "Hold it," they snarled, their teeth clenching around your nipple. They drank more and more from you, their tongue dancing around. Their hips bucking and cock pumping within you, their movements quickening, the ridges of their cock rubbing against your walls.
You bit your lip, "I-I'm trying, b-but it f-feels too good," you whimpered, feeling their hand move from your hip and down between your legs, their fingers pressing against your swollen, throbbing clit. You clenched your walls around their cock, trying desperately to keep the impending orgasm at bay.
"Such a good pet," He moaned, their lips finally releasing your nipple, their fangs grazing and biting it before moving onto the other. Haarlep's fingers began circling your clit, the pleasure increasing tenfold, the pressure inside building rapidly. You felt their cock twitch, felt their hips begin to stutter.
"Cum," they commanded, their teeth clenching around the swollen nub.
You couldn't hold back any longer, not when they told you to cum. Your body tensed, your walls clenching tightly around their cock, the waves of pleasure rippling through your body.
Their hips stilled and you felt their seed spilling into you, coating your walls and filling you, their seed hot and thick, and you could feel the swelling begin to die down. Haarlep drank their fill, your milk dripping down their chin and chest. Their body was warm, their arms wrapped around you and holding you close.
When their mouth finally released your breast, you sighed in relief, their tongue lapping up the remnants of your release, before licking his lips, "Such a delightful treat."
You leaned in and kissed his neck, his seed beginning to trickle out and run down the base of his cock. When you pulled from his lips your eyes were filled with adoration, your voice quiet, "I love you, Haarlep." You smiled and rested your head against his chest, hearing his heart beating within him.
Haarlep stroked your hair and chuckled, "Love, is it?" His arms holding you protectively, "Is that how I've bewitched you, little dove?" He teased, his hand moving to rest on the swell of your stomach, the incubus' gaze filled with triumph. It wasn’t Raphael’s child growing within you, it was Haarlep's. And that knowledge always caused a smug grin to caress their face.
"Yes," You smile up at him, your cheeks flushing, "That is how I've been bewitched by you, Haarlep."
Haarlep leaned in, his lips caressing yours, "Good," they murmured, their words soft, "You've been bewitched, and so I will keep you."
Your cheeks flushed, his words causing your heart to beat wildly within you, "Yes, my sweet incubus," You pressed your lips to his once more, "Forever."
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate#tav#haarlep#haarlep x tav#haarlep bg3#haarlep x reader#raphael bg3#bg3 smut#tw knotting
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I’m thinking about sweet little Alpha Izuku with a needy Omega reader, who always begging for his knot, and of course he can’t say no to his sweet Omega, so he’s working on a report while his sweet omega grinding against him deep in her.
Whining and whimpering how it’s not enough and needs him to fuck her dumb, so after the report was finished, he picked her up and goes to her nest with her consent, and fuck her dumb mumbling about how she’s just a sweet naughty girl because she couldn’t’ wait for him. She’s babbling and chirping from the pleasure she’s receiving from him.
—💋
It’s not like he hasn’t bought her anything to be used in case he can’t at that moment. She has plenty of things she could substitute him for, but would she?
Her Alpha is right there! Why would she ever choose to use something that isn’t as filling or have his nice thick knot? Ridiculous!
His report can’t possibly so important he’d neglect his cute little Omega right? Wouldn’t ever let her go unsatisfied, would he?
Of course not! But his compromise of letting her sink down on him and grind seems so unfair and cruel to her!
Can’t he see how needy his baby is? Can’t he feel it? He’s so mean for hushing her with kisses and promises of soon!
He’s horrible! A big mean Alpha who won’t make her cum!
So mean, cooing at her that he knows she doesn’t like waiting but she’s doing so well for him. He must be teasing her!
And when he is finally done and gathers her up, she tries to stay mad, but he’s so nice!
He’s so wonderful! Pushing her legs back and before he’s rutting into her and playing with her clit. Cooing so sweetly at her pleased little chirps and promising a nice reward for being so patient.
He’s so nice, making her cum over and over until she has that cute dazed smile and begs for his knot.
He such a good kind Alpha that makes her so happy!
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ok yeah abo... but.....puppyboy bo in prerut so he cant stop pestering u and trying to get ur attention... n when it finally clicks to u that he's about to go into rut he's lost it n he pins u down and just stuffs u over and over cuz he cant help himself.. <//33 panting and whining and slobbering all over u <//33333 scrabbling to grab any part of u that he can because he just cant get enough of u .... <///33333
hybrid! bokuto + puppyboy! bokuto + ruts + doggystyle + creampie + breeding + manhandling + size kink + praise (male receiving) + overstimulation + knots + mentions of panty stealing + licking + afab! reader + no pronouns used / use of cunt + pussy mentioned
— word count; approx 1.2k
it takes too long to notice, preoccupied and doing something else always spells for disaster with having someone like bokuto- too needy and clinging onto you for attention is nothing new, but tonight you really need to get things done.
his incessant badgering reaches its peak when you’ve shooed him away for the umpteenth time- tail wagging in a slow swoop behind him, way slower than his usual overexcited tempo- ears pinned back onto his fluffy hair, thinking it’s from annoyance in the fact you won’t give in, but this time when your hand comes up to push his head away; asking him with a pleading tone to settle down, a groan is all that meets you in response.
looking at him, really looking at him you notice the telltale signs of his rut coming in- face pink, body too warm, and the most damning of it all; his cock hard and straining against his sweats slung low on his hips. there's no way you can tell him to calm down now, a punch of lust settling in your stomach when the realization settles-
he wasn't being bad, wasn't brazenly trying to act out for attention, he was hurting and with a muddled mind- too horny to properly ask you for help.
“oh puppy.” you whisper, feeling his big body lean into you harder with the utter of such a familiar nickname.
“why didn’t you say anything.” you ask softly, knowing it’s all rhetorical, knowing his brain is too muddled in lust to give you any sort of logical answer back- already nearly panting with the arousal now heavy in the air, coming from you too.
fingers comb through his hair- a patchwork of light and dark greys before settling on his ears and tugging, his whole body leaning down over yours in an almost protective stance at the action, muscled arms wrapping firmly around your torso, bringing you in 'cause he knows you feel the throb.
the slow boiling frenzy has him desperate for whatever you want to give him- wondering if there's enough patience left in him to even make it to the bedroom; content enough to get off on your thigh, cock too heavy and hard, looking for any sort of release.
pushed only when your hands come to his neck, fingers hooking inside the collar he so proudly wears- your name etched on one side of it, head coming down even fuzzier at the pull. feet following dumbly wherever you want him to go.
seconds dragged on until he can smell the all consuming scent of your shared space- one he had intentionally steered clear in fear of making a mess of your shared bed. of making his way into the hamper where you keep your dirty laundry and using a piece to stave off the heat.
and now he can barely stand still, hips swaying- cock swinging between his legs with the force of his wagging tail, painting the fat of his thighs with leaky precum in pure excitement. its a sight you take in happily, cooing before hes on you once again.
hands reaching for you, tugging you back til your legs hit the bed- tumbling into it in a heap, not even allowed to breathe when his hands cup the back of your knees.
folding himself down into you- tags jingling right above your face while you peer up at him, happily giving him this sliver of power.
knowing trying to contain him was like trying to hold a star- your own eagerness coming in the form of shaky thighs. trying to stave off rolling heat, especially know with the way his hips surge forward. head tipping back to breathe, away from the smell of your cunt.
"it's okay puppy." you whine, bringing him back with a gentle hand, cupping his fevered face. letting him know with a nod that its okay to have you.
and once more, with the same enthusiasm that had nearly knocked you off your feet when he came to you, his strong fingers slipped between the band hugging your waist and pulled.
the fabric not offering even the least bit of resistance to his strength- taking a second to pull in a strong breath, drool pooling in his mouth at your bare pussy.
cock jumping in eagerness- another rivulet of precum running down his already wet shaft, painting him even further. all in preparation to have you, like you told him you could.
wanting to be free from the mind muddling lust- swinging his hips down to stretch you open in one push, mouth hanging open to keen loudly, too weak to fight against the pull of your cunt sucking him in.
already swinging his body down into yours again and again- accompanied by lewd wetness so loud it makes you wail. begging for him to ease up just a little- suffocating in his weight, in the way his thick cock pushes any coherent thought out of your brain.
and he wants to apologize for being bad- for taking you without giving your pussy kisses and licks in preparation, but then you squeeze him tight. already cumming around his dick while he ruts down over and over, digging fingers into the hold of your legs he has.
unknowingly pushing you down even more- too tight you can move an inch while you cum and cum.
"p-please." its all you gasp, shaky and interrupted by the hits of him down onto you.
"i want it, will you be good and give it to me?" you cry- fingertips once more reaching for his jingling collar, catching the etched lines of, 'good boy' glinting up at you.
already weak, shaky- arms barely able to keep you down, unable to not listen to such a pretty question, he cums.
thick ropes prematurely making their home inside before the flared base at his cock inflates- his teeth gnashing with the feel, gathering the tiniest bit of will to pin you back.
wanting to apologize like he’s done so many times over for even hurting you. even when you cum once more, thrashing in the midst of his knot plugging you against your contracting cunt, leaking your own cum where you’re joined, making everything too slippery for him, having to push down with a final thrust to really seal it inside.
basking in the way being locked into you rids him of the sweltering heat- looking at you as if it’s the first time, finally leaning in to lick your lips in a silent apology.
a whine so low and pitiful you can’t help but clench around his throbbing knot leaves his throat- knowing what he feels.
“it’s okay, it’s okay.” you pout- trying to breathe in deeply with his weight onto you. finally able to trickle soft fingertips along the ridges of muscle on his back. turning your head with a giggle when he leans back in to lick a stripe of pure adoration up your cheek, licking stray tears rolling down your face.
“yeah- it feels good, doesn’t it?” he questions, rubbing thumb in circles where his hands still hold your legs down.
“too good.” you sigh, letting him bask you in his unwavering devotion; unable to do anything else while his throbbing knot keeps you stuffed full.
#bokuto#bokuto smut#bokuto koutarou#bokuto koutarou smut#hq smut#bokuto x reader#bokuto x reader smut#bokuto x you#bokuto x y/n#bokuto x y/n smut#hq x reader#hq x reader smut#hq x y/n#hq x you#smut#drabble#puppyboys#tw a.b.o#tw knotting
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Hunt
M!Wren; GN! Reader; omegaverse; dubcon; some fingering; knotting; heat/mating cycle; dubcon
For @inkyquince Omega Hunt collab 💕
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Your lungs burn as you sprint through the forest, body aching as you try to get further away from town. You can hear some of your fellow omegas off in the distance; screams and cries as they’re caught and claimed. Something in you makes you want to stop at those sounds, drop to the ground, and curl up. Give up. It would be easy. So, so easy. Maybe you’d get lucky and the alpha or beta who found you would be nice. Maybe they wouldn’t hurt you. Would take things slow. Would be a decent person.
Yeah right, like there are any decent people in this town, participating in the mayor’s fucked up games.
Slick is starting to coat the insides of your thighs, making it harder to run.
Making your location more obvious to anyone nearby.
You keep going, the sounds of the hunt fading as you make your way deeper and deeper into the forest.
You don’t know how long you’ve been running, how far you are from town or how deep you are in the forest. All you know is the pain blaring through you, starting to override any rational part of your brain. Your legs hurt, your chest hurts. Your lungs and throat and feet hurt. You drop to your hands and knees, panting hard as you try to catch your breath.
Was it your heat? Was that the reason you felt like this? As if your body was trying to combust?
Or was it that chemical they’d doused you in before letting you loose?
Everything was brighter, louder.
Amplified.
You’d suffered through heats before but never like this. It had to be whatever they’d sprayed you with.
Fuckers.
A lazy breeze greets you, stirring the overhead leaves. You let your eyes drift close, enjoying the cool air caressing your burning skin and the rustling of the trees. It’s nice, this small reprieve, the breeze, the sound of the trees.
Nest.
Your eyes snap open at the thought, and you scramble to your feet.
No. No nesting. No stopping. No letting some random pervert find you and claim you.
You try to move, to take a step forward, only to crumple back to the ground, the world spinning.
Balling your fists, you try to bite back a sob with little success as a wave of heat crashes over you. You don’t even realize you’re crying, a steady drip of tears wetting the ground as you try to collect yourself.
Fuck it.
You crawl to the base of a large tree, its roots thick and wild. There are small, natural dens under some of the roots, enough room for you to tuck yourself away under one. It’s cramped and smells of rich, damp earth. Your throat constricts at the thought of crawling in there, but you have no choice in the matter. It’s safe. Or, safer, anyway.
You start to tear at the little clothing you’d been given, just a step above rags. The cloth grates against your skin as you tug it off, but you don’t care. You make what pitiful little nest you can at the moment with what you have. You’re not really sure if it’s better or worse, laying bare in the sad nest you make. Better, maybe. It quells some of the instincts raging inside you.
A nest is a nest, even one as small and miserable as the one you’d made.
Another pang of heat and pain hits you, and you curl into yourself with a whine. It’s now that you’re in a confined space that you catch the scent of your own slick. It makes your stomach turn, how strong it is. Sweet, fertile. You’ve never hated it more.
At least you’re finally alone.
“Over here!”
Shit.
You tense at the voice. You hadn’t heard anyone approaching, but you hadn’t really been able to listen either, as caught up as you were in your own situation.
Now you can, though. You hear a group of people headed your way.
Hunting as a pack wasn’t normal, but it wasn’t against the rules either.
Was this going to be your fate, stuck as the plaything for a pack? Or were they one of the businesses you’d heard about? There had been so many whispered rumors. So many anxious touches and darting eyes. You hadn’t known what to believe, but it wasn’t the most far-fetched theory that some of the businesses around town would hire a pack of betas to hunt down omegas. To drag them back into town, unclaimed, to get used as toys and breeding stock.
Briar was the name you’d heard whispered about the most, a brothel owner who loved to get omegas in their “employ” through the hunts. But there had been others, too.
“Slippery little thing, huh? Gettin’ all the way out here. Might be the last one for the night.”
Remy. That was the other name you’d heard whispered with dread by the other omegas
“Remy only expected five or so. Heard they already got what they wanted.”
You curl into a ball, trying to make yourself as small as possible, to hopefully keep any more of your scent from leaking out and calling attention to yourself.
“Then why the hell are we out here? Let’s just go.”
Yes, yes, yes, leave.
“What, and leave one so close? Out here to suffer? What are you, heartless?”
One of them laughs, and your stomach drops. They’re going to look for you. They’re going to find you. Take you back to their boss? Keep you for themselves? Fuck. Fuck. You bite down on your bottom lip, the tang of copper spreading over your tongue as another wave crashes over you. You screw your eyes shut, focusing on being as unassuming as possible as some of the voices get closer.
The one closest to you groans, their friends laughing.
“Seems like you’re the only one who wants to keep looking.”
“Ah, you guys don’t get it. They smell so good.”
“Yeah, yeah. Poor alpha,” a different one snickers.
Shit. Not just betas. An alpha too. They’d be able to find you easier.
“Oh, fuck off.”
“Fine, you want to look for them? We can spread out more. Shouldn’t be too hard with all of us.”
There’s a shuffling sound at the opening of your makeshift den. Your eyes snap open, stomach-dropping as you see the figure of a man crouching at the entrance to the tiny den. He’s backlit by the moon, making him hard to make out. Just lean body and well-muscled arms and an almost angelic halo of blond hair.
And his scent, sharp and burning.
Fire and honey.
Alpha.
You cringe, curling in on yourself as tightly as possible.
“Fuck, you’ve gone and made a nest, huh?”
His voice is soft, almost friendly, teasing.
You don't care, letting out a low growl, snarling, flashing your teeth.
You know it’s a futile endeavor, trying to drive this alpha away from your nest. But you try regardless. You have nothing to lose, after all.
He gives a low whistle, holding his hands up and palms out in something of a placating gesture. "Whoa now, lil' omega, no need for all that."
“Wren?” One of the others call, and the man tilts his head towards his friend’s voice, but he never takes his eyes off you.
“I dunno,” the man crouching in front of you calls back, “the boss has their numbers, but-”
“Please,” you manage to get out, “please don’t.”
He hesitates, and you take your chance. You uncurl from your protective position, moving until you’re propped up on your elbows. His breath hitches as you let your knees drop, giving him an unobstructed view of your hole. “Don’t,” you say again, “d-don’t call them over. Please.”
He swallows thickly, breathing hard as he keeps staring at you. You spread your legs a little more, hoping that your scent is enough to fog his mind. You’d never been around an alpha during your heat, unless the strange caretaker who guarded the omegas year-round until the hunt counted.
You don’t think they counted. They seemed unaffected by the omegas in their care, in the way some of them would get heats so bad that they’d offer themselves up to the caretaker in hopes of some relief. The caretaker was never affected, but you heard stories, knew what an omega’s scent was supposed to do to an alpha. How it could send some into lust-induced rages, make them turn on their own packmates.
“Wren?”
The man jumps as his friend calls for him again, eyes still locked on you. “I-” his voice is strained, and he cuts himself off to clear his throat. “You guys go on back to the estate. I’ve got some business in town.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah…yeah. Don’t bother waiting. Night like this? Probably won’t get done ‘til sun up.”
He stays crouched like that, eyes trained on you as you both listen to the sounds of his friends leaving.
It’s not long before it’s just the two of you, and you can’t help a whimper as another jolt of sharp pain shoots through you.
That’s all it takes.
The alpha- Wren?- is on top of you, grinding his clothed erection against you as he mouths at your neck. You hadn’t thought this far ahead. You knew what you were doing, that you were basically offering yourself up in the hopes that you’d only have to deal with one person instead of many. You had just thought, hoped, that you’d be able to push him off once his friends were gone.
But you can’t.
You feel weak, heavy, hands balled into fists at your sides as he moves against you. Another effect of that chemical? Or because you’d exhausted yourself running? Did it matter?
Besides, you don’t really want to push him away anymore. His lips feel sinfully good on your neck, tongue flicking over your scent gland and quelling some of the ache inside you. Better than some, then, actually seeming to take into account your comfort instead of just pinning you down and mindlessly rutting into you. That had to mean something, right?
Right?
You whine as one of his hands drift down between your legs, a finger idly circling your hole before slowly pushing in with ease.
Your mind blanks as he adds another finger, slowly curling them inside you. This whole time you’ve been struggling, fighting against the worst of your heat. Now, you stop fighting.
He lets out a breathless laugh as you buck against him on instinct.
Your heart skips a beat as his mouth moves, teeth scraping over your scent gland as he speaks. "Eager little thing, aren't you?"
"Sh-shut up," you bite out, continuing to buck into his hand.
He pulls back from your neck, a spark of something in his eyes. "Feisty, too. I like that."
You're about to say how you don't care what he likes, only for your voice to catch in your throat as he presses against a spot inside you that leaves you tongue-tied, your words reduced to jumbled sounds.
He keeps petting that spot inside you, the den filled with an obscene squelching as more slick is coaxed out of you with every movement. Some tiny rational part of you wants him to stop. Even as you moved against him, continued to grind into his hand, it was starting to become too much. Too much friction, too much pleasure, too much of his heavy breathing and whispered praise.
Yet, also not enough.
Even as you cum, rocking on his fingers and nails digging into the palms of your hands, it’s not enough.
“More,” you barely recognize your own voice as you manage to surge forward, wrapping your arms around him and making him tumble backward.
Wren lets out another breathy, giddy laugh as you fumble with his clothes. His world is starting to narrow, starting to become nothing but you. Your scent, sweet and needy and calling to him. Your hands, burning as they pull his cock out and press his leaking tip to your hole. Your mouth as it drops open, letting out a long, pleasure-filled sigh as you sink down on his length. Fuck, you. Everything. The way you enveloped him. The way you squeezed around him. The way your slick dripped down onto him, onto his pelvis, and down his thighs.
This isn’t Wren’s first romp with an omega. Not even his first time trading favors with an omega during the hunt. It was accepted. Expected, even. He went out, hunted for Remy, and, in return, he could maybe have a taste of what the elites liked to keep for themselves. It was fine. Wren wasn’t looking for a mate, but for fun, and that kept the worst of his rut from ever triggering during a hunt. Omegas might smell delicious, might look pretty under him, but he didn’t want them. Not in the way the others did.
But this was different.
You were different.
You’re whining into Wren’s neck, nuzzling at his scent gland, pressing against it in a way that’s making him release more and more pheromones. You’re clawing at his chest, small omega claws digging into the fabric of his shirt and scraping over his nipples. You’re frantically humping his cock like it’s the last thing you’re going to do before you die.
And it’s making Wren’s head spin.
He rests his hands on your hips, reveling in the way your muscles flex under his hands as you continue moving against him.
The knot at the base of his cock is starting to swell, your whines and gasps getting louder as it grows inside you, stretching you in a new way. He should…pull out. He hasn’t knotted anyone before. Or, well, never an omega. Certainly never an omega during a hunt.
He doesn’t want to get stuck inside you, but the more he moves, grips your hips and tires to get you to slow down, the more desperate you become. And fuck if he didn’t want to feel you clenching down on his knot, milking him for all he’s worth.
But…he shouldn’t. Should make you stop. Should shove you off him and maybe cum across your chest or face or-
Wren chokes as you press your mouth to his neck, sucking on the skin over the scent gland. His fingers dig into your hips and blood wells up where his nails pierce skin.
He's fucked. He's so totally fucked. You're too good around him, knot firmly keeping him in place as you keep humping away. It's going to be a fucking nightmare for him to explain this to Remy, but-
You bite down.
It's not much, not the same as an alpha's bite. Your teeth are weaker, duller, but it still means something. Still marks Wren as your alpha. Still sends waves of heat coursing through his veins, a pleasure so intense that Wren's vision goes black as he finally reaches his end, shooting thick ropes of cum inside you.
You keep going. Even as you feel him twitching inside you, even as he goes limp under you, you keep grinding against the alpha under you. Even as your heat subsides somewhat as he paints your insides, saps that little bit of frenzied energy you’d been functioning off of, you keep moving. You’re practically laying on top of him at this point, chest to chest as your hips still weakly move.
A yelp of surprise rips from your throat as the alpha under you jerks forward, wrapping his arms around you. You can’t fight him as he presses you back into the tiny nest you created. Not that you want to, still trying to grind away on his knot as he looms over you.
There’s a strange light in his warm eyes as he stares down at you. The full start of his rut, maybe? Strange alpha, your strange alpha, only now going into rut.
“Fuck, little omega,” he says with a laugh. His voice has dropped lower than the last time he spoke, you think. It sends a shiver down your spine, a small whine slipping from your throat. “Glad I told the pack I wouldn't be back ‘til mornin’. Gonna catch hell for this, though, showing up with your mating mark. You’ll make it worth it, right?”
#dol collab#degrees of lewdity collab#omega hunt collab#degrees of lewdity#wren the smuggler#tw omegaverse#cw omegaverse#tw dubcon#cw dubcon#tw knotting#cw knotting#if you squint you can imply a relationship between wren and remy#(totally heavily author implied relationship between wren and remy)
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Omegaverse *and* tribal au just the thought has me freaking drooling...... and the world building opportunities that secondary genders could bring in to tribal life like just imagining all the ways it could work is so cool!
Also just like. Enji in leather and jewelry and nothing else... Enji in the firelight under a full moon... Enji with tattoos that celebrate his successes... Enji scooping you up and carrying you to somewhere at least passably private to fuck your brains out....... 🥺😳👉👈
AAAAAAHHHHHH okay yes this has been making me crazy!!!! (Disclaimer the only reason the tribal au headcanons weren't Omegaverse was because a nice anon asked if I could make the headcanons regular, I totally understand that Omegaverse is not for everyone! BUT NOW I HAVE A GREAT EXCUSE TO GO FERAL) sorry it took so long everyone I hope you enjoy
Link to the non a/b/o tribal headcanons
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Your courtship was short, a week at the gathering before you agreed to travel back with him to the mountains and only a month before he publicly proclaimed before his tribe council that he, their Chief, would be taking you as his mate and future bride
Enji knows you're his fated mate from the moment he sees you. He always kind of knew his former omega wasn't it, inspite of the arranged marriage. After she had left back to her home tribe he really thought he'd never find love again, until he met you at one of the large tribe gatherings during the harvest season. Your scent drew him in like a moth to a flame and he knew you were his
He did his best to keep to tradition and not copulate with you until your bonding ceremony, so the foreplay was almost constant. He was barely in the mindset for meetings with his tribe members or any sort of celebrations or other important ceremonies, his mind constantly fixated on stretching you on his fingers and drinking your slick down like ambrosia. Your cries of pleasure were like angels singing in his ears and could be heard very clearly to anyone straying too close to his hut. Unfortunately for them...
The first full moon of the summer season finally came your bonding ceremony, he had discussed his tribal traditions with you before hand to make sure you were comfortable and that you weren't caught off guard due to the nature of the ceremony. The beginning was simple, Enji slaughters a goat for a blood sacrifice in your honor and the Shaman paints the blood across you and Enji’s chest first, across your heart for eternal love and across your face and eyelids to ward off negativity and evil. But the second half of the ceremony after your marital beads are place around your throats is the part he tried to make you comfortable with
The tribe council has to be present for the official bonding and first knotting, to at least see you connected and bonding marks fresh bleeding. It made you a little uneasy at first, but with Enji being as aggressive as he is they all kept their eyes to the floor as he shielded you from their view.
He was delicate as he laid you against the fur bedding, whispering reassurance and promises against your skin as he breached your virgin entrance for the first time. The combination of your scents and smell of your blood staining his cock had him nearly going feral but he kept himself steady so he didn't hurt you. It was the last thing he ever wanted to do. "I love you, so much. Endless as the river my sweet omega" he whispers as he kisses the overwhelmed tears from your cheeks. And you believed him, could feel it through the grip of his fingers laced with yours above your head as he began to move and fuck into your soft body. It took a few minutes to adjust to his size but soon you were calling for more, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him into you until his flushed head was tapping your cervix with every thrust of his hips.
Enji was coming to his end just as soon as he expected, your tightness milking everything from him until he was dizzy with your sweet scent flooding his senses. He was holding back drool as he watched your eyes roll back and your pretty swollen lips part in ecstasy. "A-Alpha I'm-" "Cum for me love, let me feel you so I can give you everything" with a strangled and barely coherent cry you were tensing and squeezing around him so hard it nearly forced him out until one of his strong hands locked your hips into place as he growled deeply and released into your warmth, his knot sealing your entrance to keep his cum inside.
With aftershocks of your orgasms racking our bodies you two sealed the bond, your mating marks red, raw, and prominent against your throats as you tasted each others blood. Everything felt calm and peaceful after the bond was set, the pheremones calming and instincts feeling the rightness of everything settling in. The council was all but forgotten about until the motion of them leaving the hut had Enji snarling and holding you close to his body protectively, your blood staining against his chin and bringing forth the true animal version of his instincts that had your inner omega preening and purring against his strong chest.
After a moment you could hear the tribe cheering from the news of your consumation, the great bonfire starting and soon the smell of roasting meat reached your hut and your growling stomachs. "As soon as the knot releases we can join the celebration if you'd like" he says quietly as he strokes his fingers along your spine in a soothing pattern, your own fingers tracing the tattoos along his chest and arms, his many years of success telling stories across his skin. "I'd like that, but could we spend a bit longer in here together, just us?" You asked, feeling vulnerable after your private moment. "Of course, anything for you" he says with a rumbling purr, nosing against his mating mark, "my beloved mate and soon to be mother of my pups".
If anyone has anymore Tribal au thoughts or requests send them my way because I love this au!!! Doesn't have to be omegaverse btw
#omg this got long!!!!#i hope everyone enjoyed this cause i did 🥴#i couldnt help myself this was so self indulgent and i ATE THIS UP#alpha enji todoroki smut#alpha enji todoroki x omega reader#tribal au#tribe chief enji todoroki#tw omegaverse#tw knotting#emji ♡#em writes ✍#inbox 💌#i hope anon sees this!!!!
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i do think the the first time you take hybrid blade's knot he cries btw. he does know he is crying, nor does he know WHY he is crying. but he's a mess when his knot pops and you're sobbing into his collarbones begging for him to make it better
#lore loops#tw noncon#tw dubcon#tw knotting#like ugly sounding chest sobs that him wracking nails down your back#needing you sooo close#even a knot in you isn't close enough
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