#mild dubcon

[devilry-revelry]

Summoning | Human Female x Male Demon {Part 2}

[Part 1]

TW: Mild Dubcon, mild degradation

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“Wanton thing,” he said gratingly. “Eager thing.”

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Two feet. That was it. That was the approximate distance that Jessica was able to move before her pursuer captured her. She wasn’t sure if the thing teleported, or jumped over the top of her, but one second she was diving headlong into the dark and the next moment she was colliding into the demon’s lanky but exceptionally solid body. Upon impact, Jessica backpedaled and then whirled around to run in the opposite direction – but he was somehow already there, smiling a wide and fang-toothed smile. 

“Do not run, pretty. You will only tire yourself.” The voice wasn’t mocking, but his perpetually growing smile was rapidly becoming insufferable. 

Jessica took another hasty step back, slapping at his too-big hands when he reached for her. The amusement on his strange face only grew. As she created distance between them he slouched forward onto his claws and prowled after her like a great beast. 

"Such a vision in such a delicate dress. We thought you would be more subdued..."

Wrestling up all of the courage she had, she snarled, "Well if you don't like it—"

A cackling laugh cut her off. It sounded more like the sound of breaking tree limbs or... a tree trunk snapping in half. It was an abrasive, disquieting sound.

"You misunderstand us, sweet." It took a slow step forward. "We enjoy your fire very much."

Jessica's courage wavered and she wheezed out a weak, "Oh for fuck's sake."

She continued to backpedal, flinching when the demon vanished. Turning to find him, she swore again when she caught him hunched behind her, his featureless face far too close to her neck. She lurched back, then swiped at him again when he caught the hem of her dress in his claws.

The demon's tongue lapped at the air as he stooped low to the ground. It took little effort for the damn thing to reach forward and successfully capture the hem of her dress even as she made a hasty retreat. When she shrieked her indignation and lashed out at him, he didn't even acknowledge her. He didn't even budge.

"Hey!"

The demon's tongue tested the air as he hoisted her skirt.

"Hey!" She tried again, her voice getting shrill.

He pulled her close by the fabric, causing stitches to stretch and snap. Jessica felt the heat of his breath wash over her bare sex and immediately threw her fist straight at the demon’s head. The result was painful. She could feel the bones in her hand crunch. The demon's stupid skull was harder than she expected. With an irate, pained, shriek Jessica doubled over to cradle her hand – or she tried to. Before she went too far, the demon gathered her in its too-big hands, and pulled her close. 

"Hush, pretty. Hush."

Jessica struggled, pushing and shoving at its chest.

"No more. You will merely exhaust yourself."

"Let go."

It didn't.

In fact, it proceeded to use the new closeness to its advantage. While Jessica leaned away, and pushed at his chest, she neglected to realize how she was essentially reclining in his hand. Its palm nearly stretched the width of her back, the long fingers curling around her like he was a kid holding a butterfly. During her struggles she didn't notice the demon's freehand, and the way it lifted the skirt of her dress; not until it was shucked up to her thighs.

"I said—" she wedged her knee up to her chest, shoving her foot against his torso. "Let. Go."

Jessica shoved off of his hand, and she fell – and she was more than a million percent positive that the bastard let her. In her brief fall, she managed to twist her body to land on her hands and knees, but the demon also still had a grasp on her dress and the blasted thing was already ripped. The fabric shredded under his grasp and her weight, and while she was thankful for the freedom she was absolutely mortified when she felt the cool night air against her raised, and still-heated sex. The demon was fast, using his long body to cage her in place. A fleeting thought of Delilah crossed Jessica's mind, touching on how this whole thing was her fault and ending at acknowledging that she and her demon most definitely fucked—

The demon's voice drifted through her wayward thoughts like a car careening into oncoming traffic. He snarled in her ear, "Such a pretty little wet cunt."

Wha—

Jessica's breath left her lungs. Her body stilled. Her eyes widened.

The end of its tongue curled around the shell of her ear. "Pretty little mate."

With fingers curling into the soil, Jessica did her best to rally her thoughts, which had been derailed when the demon had demonstrated his penchant for dirty talk. She yelped as she was pushed from her knees, and onto her back. He was rough with her, but not in an aggressive manner that would result in her getting hurt. It was more reminiscent of an eager bed partner positioning their lover to their liking and the demon liked her on her back, legs spread wide—

Starting at her mons, the demon pushed its tongue down along her clit and tongued her sex. 

"Oh—" Jessica sighed, lifting her hips. The demon released a throaty chortle, sounding pleased. It bore down on her. Her clit was still sensitive from the orgasm she had had only a few minutes prior. Jessica trembled, wanting to fight the demon off but also completely enthralled by it. It gave a pointed and slow lick. The girth of his tongue drifted through her lips, flicking up against her clit and then starting again when the tip of its long tongue reached her mons. "—fuck!"

In a flash it was all gone, all of it. Jessica was left feeling needy and bereft. She lifted her head from the soil, primed to beg for him to continue.

"Would our mate like us to fuck her?"

"Yes," she said before she even had a chance to think. Then she shook her head. “No. Fuck. What are you doing to me?”

It crawled up her body. She should find his body grotesque, and off putting. She shouldn’t like the way the too slender, too strong, creature dwarfed her frame. But Jessica found her mouth watering as the demon leveled his hips with hers. One of his massive hands was splayed against the ground beside her head. The other was at her hip, tearing the dress skirt away.

“We are claiming what’s ours, pretty.” That wicked tongue laved her throat. “We waited so patiently for you to call to us. You will not be separated from us again.”

The questions Jessica had scattered like dust when she felt something hot and solid brush her wet core. Her hips undulated on their own accord and for the first time, she reached for him. One of her hands curled around the slim wrist near her head. The other held fast to his shoulder. When Jessica gyrated again, pressing her heels into the ground to raise her hips, his massive hand moved beneath her back–

And without warning he thrust forward. 

Jessica wailed her surprise as her hole stretched to accommodate. The movement was easy. It was a stretch, but her body put up no resistance. He withdrew slowly, and she had a dim awareness that his girth was notably thicker near the base. The tension in her body eased as he slid out, and then he pressed forward. Jessica tried to meet him, tried to participate even just a little bit. It was then that she became aware that the hand was fisting around her lower body. And he wasn’t thrusting into her. He was pumping her over his cock. 

When her foggy depraved thoughts likened the situation to a man masturbating into his fist, something inside her drew tight and her sex practically gushed. She liked that. The demon using her for pleasure like she was some kind of fuck toy. Her head and shoulders dragged through the soft soil with every movement. She didn’t even try to keep herself clean, she couldn’t find any real care for it – especially when his fist pumped her down onto his cock with increasing force. 

This had to be caused by the spell that she used. Why else would she be saddled with some sort of sex crazed demon? Why else would she fucking delight in being used the way that she was? Orgasm magic had to be a thing. 

Jessica reached to palm her breasts, twisting and plucking at her nipples through the remains of the dress. The demon released a lovely rasping purr. 

“Such a perfect hole for us to use…”

It was definitely the spell she used that did this. 

A particularly rough thrust made her moan. She hooked one of her legs around the demon’s bony hips and yanked her body up against his. 

“Our pretty thing.” Its voice was ragged, crackling and low. “Feels so good.”

It was the witches' fault for giving her this spell.

That big tongue lapped at the corner of her mouth and she eagerly parted her lips so she could taste him. She suckled at the organ with earnestness, imagining that she was sucking the demon’s cock. The responding growl vibrated her skin, and tickled her senses. She tilted her head back into the dirt, feeling the mounting pressure in her sex.

“Wanton thing,” he said gratingly. “Eager thing.”

It was Delilah's fault for catching the eye of a demon and making Jessica jealous.

"Uhn— please—" she warbled around his tongue.

"Begging so pretty now. So tight around your demon's cock."

"Yes," she whimpered, the muscles in her body drawing tight. She tossed her head to gasp for air. “Please. Please!” 

The pace he set with his fist grew fast and hard. When she was on the precipice of her climax the demon snarled something so fierce and wicked that it shoved her over the edge. At the first pulse of her orgasm, the demon came to a complete stop. She was pierced on his dick, her hips flush to his as her pussy fluttered and clenched. The demon bowed over her, nuzzling her neck and breasts.

"Good little mate. So good. Our sweet little wanton thing. Beautiful. So hot for us—" he growled quietly against her chest, still hot and hard and buried inside of her.

Jessica mewled wordlessly, a bit of a loopy smile stretched across her face. 

"—Our turn, pretty. We're going to fill you up so good."

God yes, there was more.

"I want to be on my knees," Jessica said, her voice a lazy drawl in the wake of her orgasm.

-

Jessica stared, her attention completely consumed by the computer screen. It had taken a handful of hours editing to get the introduction together. She spliced her interview with the woman at the motel, with footage of her drive to the trail, and her setting up the ritual. She created a decent time lapse that cycled through various angles of the ritual circle as the woods grew dark. She added some historical facts about the area, and the lore of the Jersey Devil and while she had decided to end the video with a shot of her forlorn expression as she realized the ritual was a wash… there there was hours of footage, from multiple angles, of her getting well and thoroughly fucked into the dirt. She caught it. It was all on video, and the demon wasn't a mere mass of shadow, but a living and breathing, tangible thing.

The video was paused with Jessica buck ass naked, poised on her knees with her back arching and a far too pleased smile lighting her features. The demon behind her was grasping her hips, obviously in the throes of passion. She still knew she should find the thing displeasing and horrific, but she somehow found it to be anything but. Jessica had watched with bated breath as the thing fucked her — she hadn't even realized how excited she was in the moment. The second the demon had pressed its tongue to her sex video-Jessica had turned into a smiley little idiot and she stayed that way until she was knotted, exhausted, and resting by the fire in the demon's embrace.

"You put on such a lovely show, pretty." The voice of the demon drifted into her ear as a harsh whisper, causing pleasant chills to tickle her skin. The video started playing again without any prompting from her. "Such a willing little mate. Watch as she smiles from the pleasure she takes from her demon. Watch as she wiggles and begs, so pretty for us."

A low, rolling chuckle surrounded Jessica as she shifted in her seat. Video-Jessica was a more than willing bed partner. She didn't remember moaning so much.

“I thought you were going to let me work,” she replied, trying to be terse but her voice was husky. She’d already watched a good bit of her own personal porno. “I need to get everything finished in time to post tomorrow.”

“There will be time for work later." Something ghosted along her mons, drawing a sigh from her. “Come.”

“You’ll let me work after,” Jessica said with little conviction. The button of her jeans popped free with the help of some phantom force. Her chair spun away from the computer and she found herself face-to-face with her smirking demon.

“Of course, lovely. We will let you work when we are through.”

The video wasn’t ready in time. 

#male demon #female human #demon x human #paranormal romance #monster smut #romance #paranormal #demon #demon boyfriend #monster x human #monster boyfriend #original writing #exophilia #teratophila #mild dubcon #mild degradation

[ncteez]

rhetorically if Jeno was to go sub it’s definitely in a dumb overstimulated puppy/pet type of way that just wants to worship his owner and have his cock tied up/choked with a leash while he eats his owner(me) out 48593939 times a day and can’t stop himself from cumming when his minds all fogged up and has to be slapped and praised/dotted on to come down

NOT THAT THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. hes a switch at best🤨

i gasped when i went to my inbox and saw you here. did i not just say i do my hard hours with you elsewhere?! now we gotta share our thoughts right here. ok, here goes nothing.

rhetorically, if jeno was to go sub it would definitely be in a dumb overstimulated puppy/pet way. fawning over you, pawing at you for attention when you're too busy to notice the heaviness in his pants. even if you're aware of it, he would be too dumb to notice and take it as torture fr.

it would rly happen at the worst time too, like you'll be out in public doing something, come back to your car or smthn and he's all over you like "please", "i waited until now, please. sit on it."

you'd make him wait longer though because you know the longer he waits, the more he whines when he gets off. the more he shakes, the more he grips his fingers against you, nearly bringing blood with his finger nails even as he fucks up against nothing. all while begging for something.

100% the type to cum untouched while eating you out. that's all he would need, bc he's so desperate and ready to release that even the smallest touch to any intimate area of you would have his cock begging to release.

not that it would ever happen tho, def a switch. where possibly, somedays, he would get so frustrated with you for waiting so long that he would lose control and drag you somewhere silent, private, and quiet, bc he needs you to hear how much his body and mind needs to release on and inside of you. grabbing you, holding you against him, or against the wall, or even holding you down, as he takes what his body tells him what he needs-- still whining, still pawing, still hiccupping. not apologizing though, bc you're both aware that you deserve it.

:D

#[mail] #[h.hours] #[m] #[jeno] #if there is typos in this sit the fuck down and pretend there isnt thank u #neopuppy #jenos real life gf #tw #mild dubcon #idk

[notoriousslug]

Predaking x Cybertronian Reader

Predator meets prey, prey gets eaten in a different way.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent 

Relevant AO3 Tags: Porn, Quick Escalation, Blood and Injury

Word Count/Read Time: 13,624 / 49 Minutes

#valveplug #predaking #tfp predaking #reader #cybertronian reader #blood and injury #mild dubcon #sluggishlywritten

[doing-something-unholy]

Oh! Thank the Lord- I've been trying to get untangled for hours after waking up like this, I didn't even see who left me here. Could you-

...w-why are you looking at me like that?

#hierophilia #priest kink #nsft #mlm nsft #nblm nsft #art #heirophilia #happy valentine's day #mild dubcon #oh no father how ever did you find yourself in this situation? 😈

[buskerjaskier]

Title: the way you held me so tight (all through the night) Pairing: Geralt of Rivia / Jaskier | Dandelion Chapters: 1/1 Word-count: 6,160

Warnings & Tags: Bodyswap, Witchers Have Feelings, Protective Jaskier, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sex Pollen, Sex Pollen affected Geralt of Rivia, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Mildly Dubious Consent 

Summary: “Jaskier, please, I can’t –” His voice cracks, revealing his desperation and fear. Fear for the ache inside him and how his heart hammers so uncontrollably. Most of all, the feeling of being so human in that moment.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Jaskier reassures him, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder that feels like a brand on Geralt’s sensitive skin. “I won’t let anything happen to you, my heart.”

A/N:  This is part 5 of the witcher!bodyswap series. Thank you so much to my lovely beta @nicestmeangirl​, you make writing this fun :)  

READ IT HERE

#this is a shameless pwp #but please read the tags for it as it includes mild dubcon #I say mild because they both consent but the circumstances is the iffy part #witcher!bodyswap #sex pollen #mild dubcon #pwp #Geraskier #geralt/jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher #the witcher netflix #my writing

[rosych33ks]

Caught in Fire

For @spnkinkbingo square: Switch Pairing: Benny/Dean Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~17800 Warnings: mildly dubious consent in first chapter, vampire stuff, just a truly never-ending porn scene

Benny reached across, touched his fingers lightly to Dean’s where they held his bottle. Dean’s eyes flicked up to his, pupils dilating slightly and fingers twitching under Benny’s, like he had trouble keeping them still. Benny was fascinated. He thought he’d learned Dean’s reactions pretty well in that year together, but this was… something different. He rubbed his thumb over one of Dean’s knuckles, watching his eyelids flutter a little before he turned his face away, swallowing. Benny leaned toward him, studying his profile, the tension in his jaw. “What’s goin’ on with you, cher?”

{Read on AO3}

#spnkinkbingo #supernatural #benny/dean #mild dubcon #switching

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Merry Christmas

Christmas 2023 (Krampus x GN!Reader)

Chains and Whips

CW: Non-con, dub-con, bondage, anal, sadism, monster fucking, mild brat training, bratty reader, pain play, breaking and entering

"So... He's, like, a demon?" (Reader) took another sip of their cocoa while giving their friend a half jokingly judgemental look, squinting their eyes over their oversized mug. For the holidays (Reader) found themselves with nowhere to go, and ended up traveling with their best friend to her hometown. It was a tiny little place, cute, and very strange. (Reader) had, of course, heard about Krampus before but only because of B-rated horror movies, so seeing an entire village of people hanging up pictures of him alongside Santa Claus was a culture shock, to say the least. Stranger than the abundant Krampus merch was the fact that everyone spoke of it with respect, as though the creature was real, a respect not given to Santa.

"Well, no, kinda, but no." Johanna flicked her wrist as she spoke, eyes glazed and unfocused in the warmth of the heated living room. "Krampus is older than Saint Nicholas and Christianity."

It was difficult to stay awake, all bundled up under a mountain of blankets while the TV quietly played a movie in the background. Snow was falling outside, while children played in the setting sun, laughing outside Johanna's window.

"So, does he kidnap naughty children?"

"No, he beats them with a stick." She tiredly waved her hand in a whipping motion to illustrate her point, as though (Reader) didn't know what she meant by "beating".

"That sounds horrifying." (Reader) smiled, chuckling. Their eyelids were beginning to glue themselves shut.

"Yeah. During Krampusnacht boys like to dress up as him and try to scare people. I used to be terrified of him." Johanna rolled over and propped herself up, resting her head on her hand while sprawling out further on the warm couch across (Reader) on the adjacent lounge. "Thank God I was such a good kid!" She said cheekily.

(Reader's) grin grew. "Should I be in trouble then?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm naughty." (Reader) joked, wiggling their shoulders comically.

The young woman sat up. Her face had flipped instantly from silly to frustrated, swapping from a sleepy gaze for furrowed brows. "That's not funny, (Reader)."

Shocked by Johanna's sudden seriousness, (Reader) sat up as well, doubling down on the joke. "Should probably lock your door tonight, to keep me safe."

"Stop!" She whined, looking genuinely nervous.

"What?" (Reader) leaned forward, amused by their friend's reaction. "Are you really scared?"

"Yes!"

"Scared he's going to come punish me?"

Johanna rolled her eyes. "Krampus is real."

(Reader) wanted to push their friend a little further. This was the first time they had ever seen Johanna act in such a way. Johanna was a fearless woman, a badass who was a regular ole adrenaline junkie; the kind of person to jump out a plane without hesitation. And here she was, losing her patience over a mythological creature.

The dramatic young adult launched themselves off the couch and towards a window, swaying their hips theatrically. They threw open the window as far as it could go, cupping their mouth to amplify their voice out into the neighborhood, moaning;

"Oh no! I hope some big, hairy, Krampus doesn't come and punish me for being such a naughty little whore!"

"(Reader)!"

"Please, don't come punish me for being such a tight little cum slut!" (Reader) laughed as Johanna grabbed their arm, now giggling as well, albeit more out of nerves than honest joy.

"(Reader), please! I'm serious!" Johanna closed the window, forgetting to lock it as she was too busy looking over her shoulder at her ridiculous friend. "I swear to God, if I have to wake up in the middle of the night to save your life..!"

(Reader) wasn't done being obnoxious, shaking their ass as they pretended to run away in fear. "Oh no! Don't let him spank me! Oh noooo!"

Johanna grabbed a throw pillow and chucked it at (Reader's) head hard enough to make them lose their balance. "You would get fucking wrecked by Krampus."

"Yeah, my ass-"

"Wouldn't even last a second. You would lose a fight against a marshmallow, you aren't going to go up against an ancient being worshipped for centuries."

After falling back onto the couch (Reader) had chosen for their sleeping spot, they rolled their eyes, dropping the act. (Reader) wasn't actually a naughty person. Not only were they not "naughty" in the innocent definition of the word, being the kind of person to return other shoppers' carts they refused to put away themselves, but in the dirty sense they weren't particularly "naughty" either. (Reader) wasn't a virgin, just suffering from a dry spell. "Goodnight, Jojo."

"Goodnight! I set my alarm for five.'

"Ew!"

"I'll see you in the morning!"

"Nooooooo....."

Johanna left (Reader) for her childhood bedroom, leaving (Reader) in the dark living room, not entirely alone.

.........................

(Reader) wasn't asleep for long when the room became too unbearably cold, causing pins and needles in their legs that forced them to stand up. The time on their phone informed (Reader) that it was only one in the morning. They bundled up in the blanket Johanna provided and slipped into the kitchen to make a cup of decaf tea.

'Why's it so cold?' (Reader) shivered violently as they waited for the water to warm up enough for their drink. It was so warm before (Reader) passed out, that if the Christmas lights on the tree weren't still on they would have thought that there was a power outage. The water loudly began to sizzle in the electric kettle, making (Reader) panic, turning it off. They would have felt like shit if they accidentally woke up Johanna. Her grandparents were out of town, opting to go on a cruise during the holidays instead of hanging around in the cold to visit family, which (Reader) respected. They deserved to enjoy their retirement. Although they had never met, the older couple offered (Reader) their room, which (Reader) politely declined. Although (Reader) said that it was to respect their privacy, it was actually because (Reader) just didn't feel comfortable sleeping in someone else's bed.

The mug began to smell like tea instead of hot water as the bag steeped. (Reader) drank quickly, eager to warm up and get back to sleep. They peaked over at the clock on the oven.

1:00

It had taken almost ten minutes to make one cup of tea, but the time was still one am.

(Reader) felt a shiver crawl down their spine.

Before they could wrap their mind around the time, a rough hand with long, sharp nails, clasped over (Reader's) mouth, dragging them off the chair. The mug went flying, shattering against the tile flooring, along with the wooden chair tipping over and loudly clattering.

Despite the struggle and muffled screams, Johanna did not come down to (Reader's) rescue.

The lights that had been strung up on the tree were tied around (Reader's) arms, securing their hands behind their back. (Reader) fell unceremoniously to their knees.

Above them stood a giant shape in the dark. A tattered red cloak, chains and hooks, black fur..

Hooves sunk into the carpet of the living room. Black fur covered the majority of it's exposed body, and the skin that wasn't hairy was a dark grey with black discoloration. Large horns rose from his skull like a crown. His long, almost human face held a twisted smirk, split open just enough to show off his rows of sharp teeth. Within his primate sockets were goat like eyes, yellow and glowing in the dark.

Despite the heat of the bulbs pressed against (Reader's) arms, the terrified person felt colder than before.

Krampus.

He bent down, gently pressing his clawed thumb into (Reader's) mouth, rubbing his bitter tasting finger across their tongue as (Reader) sat shell shocked.

'He's real.'

(Reader) felt as he played with the wet insides of their mouth, only breaking out of their trance when his nail poked the sensitive wall of their inner cheek.

A surprised cry echoed throughout the house, earning a hand grabbing a fistful of (Reader's) hair, yanking their head back warningly. (Reader) bit down on the disgusting tasting hand as harshly as they could, but it only resulted in an amused chuckle. The creature's laugh was deep, rumbling like thunder in his chest.

He released (Reader) and effortlessly pulled his thumb out from their teeth. One of the many chains with hooks was uncoiled from the demon's shoulder and thrown to his cloven feet.

"Hey, wait-!" (Reader) protested as they were lift up and placed on their feet with only one hand. Their pajama bottoms were pulled down around their ankles, taking their underpants with them. "Stop!"

The hook Krampus had prepared was picked back up, the stench of his body becoming overwhelming as he engulfed (Reader) in his arms, jangling the chain behind their back as he prepared something.

"I don't know what you are, but I swear to God, I'm going to start screaming rape if you don't stop! The neighbors will call the cops!" (Reader) didn't know what they were saying, the adrenaline spike forcing out tough sounding sentences that made no sense, given the fact that this wasn't a normal human home invader.

Another rumble rolled throughout his rib cage as something cold violated (Reader's) ass. (Reader) involuntarily screamed as the hook was lodged into their anus.

They tried to fall to the floor, allowing their legs to turn to jelly, but Krampus tugged on the chain above them, forcing them up onto their toes. Their hands were still tied behind their back, so their balance was depended entirely on the chain.

Krampus seemed pleased, looking down at the teary little human.

(Reader) was not on the naughty list.

They had always been a good person, mindful of others and always attempting to do what was right. So when they opened the window that night, releasing their scent and calling out to Krampus, he knew what they were really implying.

A long, pink cock slick and shiny in the multicolor glow of (Reader's) bindings emerged from the black mass of fur between his animalistic legs. It was thin, but it continued emerging, revealing itself to almost be the length of his thigh.

He grabbed (Reader's) hair again, forcefully pushing their upper half down, bending them at their waist. They couldn't fall because of the chain still holding (Reader) up. The hand on (Reader's) head shoved their face down to his crotch, slipping his slimy cock between their lips as they begged him to stop. Like a sword, the long penis went down their throat, rubbing against their uvula, and poking into their stomach. Vomit rose and threatened to choke (Reader), coughing it up around his thin cock that smelled like his fingers.

(Reader) tried to straighten their back to pull his dick out of their body, but the Krampus yanked up on the hook while laughing, causing (Reader) to fall forward back onto his dick as their feet lost contact with the ground.

The chain was given some slack, placing (Reader) back onto their toes. They were able to pull off his dick long enough to release the bile onto his thighs. It was still in their mouth, but at it's thin tip, allowing (Reader) the chance to breathe. Then he pulled up again, ramming (Reader) onto him like some kind of pulley operated sex toy.

(Reader) felt their muscles burn as their face was mercilessly fucked by the monster, bobbing their head up and down his shaft by the chain still attached to (Reader's) ass.

Krampus dropped the heavy metal chain to grab (Reader's) head, slapping his heavy balls against their chin as his fucking became more erratic, smashing their nose into his thick fur as his chuckles turned to deep moans and pants. Then, (Reader's) face was held against his pelvis tightly as painfully hot fluid shot straight into their stomach.

He pulled out slowly, still twitching with little pumps of cum as he slid the cock out of their throat and over their tongue.

(Reader) left their mouth open, feeling the smelly fluid drip off their tongue and onto the floor, hoping they would vomit up the rest of his jizz they were forced to drink. The appearance of (Reader) with sticky white drool still connected in a long string to the tip of his hard cock, along with the pathetic little sniffles they made as tears dribbled down their cheeks, excited Krampus more, encouraging him to continue.

Still coughing up the suffocating muck, (Reader) was hoisted into the air, this time not by the hook that had fallen out of their rear, but but the Christmas lights around their midsection.

Suspended above the ground, (Reader) frantically kicked their legs. Krampus held the back of the bindings of their arms with one clawed fist, exposing themselves to him. A foot made contact with his knee in the struggle, but Krampus didn't flinch, completely unfazed by (Reader's) strength.

"No more! Fucking stop!" (Reader) squealed in desperation. They knew he could see how aroused they had become from this angle. (Reader) couldn't see his face, but knew he was smirking at them like the bastard he was. They didn't want to, but their body couldn't help it. It felt good to be fucked.

It had been a long time since (Reader) had had sex, but even longer since they had been fucked.

His still wet member pried open (Reader's) clenched hole. It wasn't painful, with how thin it was, but it kept going in, deeper, and deeper. It hit the point where a large human cock would have stopped, but the monster didn't seem to care for (Reader's) discomfort, forcing himself all the way in. (Reader) didn't even know how they fit all that dick inside of them. But the moment they felt his hot hips grind against their ass, their eyes fluttered.

Unable to touch the ground, (Reader) was held up by the Krampus' left hand and his erection. The lights dug into their ribs painfully, scraping against them as Krampus used the decoration as a harness. His thrusts were fast and hard, just like when he was raping (Reader's) mouth. He went deeper into their slutty hole than anyone ever had before, forcibly giving (Reader) unwanted pleasure.

"H- Help!" (Reader) shakily whined as they fought against how good his slimy inhuman dick felt as he pounded them from behind. Each snap of his hips hit their nerves better than any man had before. The building tightness was eroding (Reader's) will to fight.

'This isn't morally wrong.. right?'

'It's like a dream.. no one judges you for who you fuck in a dream you can't control..'

Their stomach contracted as their orgasm built, threatening to release. But just as (Reader) was about to finish, Krampus ceased his movements, holding them unbearably still against him.

(Reader) involuntarily whined. The climax slowly dissolved, losing the momentum. "Please let me go.."

Something hard painfully slapped their ass, cracking loudly like a riding crop. (Reader) cried out before they could bite their lip, earning another chuckle from the goat man as he continued dicking them down from behind.

Just as (Reader) tried to hush the sounds of enjoyment singing out from their own mouth, another slap from the wood stung their rippling ass cheek as Krampus buried his cock into them.

The rising orgasm built faster this time, causing (Reader) to shake as though they were helping rock themselves onto Krampus' long dick. Their thighs quivered and their breaths became ragged. Each thrust was alternated with a stinging whack to (Reader's) behind. And each time that wood contacted sharply against their skin, (Reader) was brought closer to the edge.

But again, he stopped, only keeping himself in as (Reader) lost their orgasm. They moaned angrily.

It seemed obvious that (Reader) was enjoying this, so why did he keep stopping?? Embarrassment filled (Reader) up and spilled out as tears and a cock hungry sob. "Please.." (Reader) squeezed their eyes shut in shame. "Please finish up.."

"Be more specific." A frighteningly deep voice rumbled from behind (Reader). "What do you want me to do, naughty little whore?"

Precum leaked down (Reader's) legs. "Please let me cum.."

The switch smacked them harder. "What was that?"

"Please let me cum!" (Reader) felt themselves tightening around his dick as they raised their voice. "Please fuck me stupid! I want to cum!"

Another harsh slap earned a gasp from (Reader), urging them to continue begging.

"Please fuck me!"

He laughed quietly while pulling (Reader) up so they could see his face. His dick was still buried deep inside of them as he gazed down at them with predatory eyes. "What a good little slut.."

His lips smashed against (Reader's) forcing his tongue into their kiss as he resumed his assault on their tired, raw genitals. (Reader) returned the kiss just as desperately as Krampus gave it. Their kissing made (Reader) light headed as his ramming cock fucked them past the point of no return.

(Reader) came loudly at the same time as Krampus shot another round into their greedy fuck hole. Even after his seed spilled out he continued pumping, slapping his wet hips up against (Reader's) as he rode out his second orgasm. He kept his cock nestled deep inside (Reader) as they passed out, falling asleep in his arms as he weakly continued rubbing himself against their twitching walls.

(Reader) woke up in the morning on the couch, their clothes on and bundled up in a warm blanket. Johanna was awake, making coffee. Their face burned, wondering what they could have eaten the night before to make them dream about something so dirty, and so vividly.

"You awake yet?"

(Reader) quickly sat up, sore, presumably from sleeping on a couch. "Yeah, I'm getting up."

They stood, but almost immediately felt their knees buckle as cum poured out of them into their pants so quickly (Reader) thought they pissed themselves. (Reader) squawked, pulling open their bottoms to find their underwear missing, and the insides of their pants painted with someone else's fluids, still leaking out of their swollen hole.

"Haha, what was that?" (Reader) quickly pulled up their pants as their friend entered the living room with the mug (Reader) broke the night before.

"Nothing."

"You sure? You look kinda feverish.."

"I'm good!"

"I was just thinking about how to get on the naughty list again next year~"

#merry christmas #yandere #yandere monster #monster fuckers #christmas 2023 #krampus #Krampus x reader #gn reader #cw noncon #cw dubcon #brat reader #mild brat taming #yandere monster x reader #happy holidays #yandere x reader #christmas

[notoriousslug]

To be the bearer of his seed - NotoriousSlug - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Bludgeon x Cybertronian Reader

‘Bludgeon sought a successor to his legacy; you've no idea how he'd come about the knowledge that you'd never been sterilized. ‘

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warning(s):  Explicit Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent

Relevant AO3 Tags: Power Dynamics, Breeding

Word Count/Read Time: 3,265 / 12 Minutes

#valveplug #transformers bludgeon #bludgeon x reader #cybertronian reader #mild dubcon #power dynamics #sluggishlywritten

[dizazter-dragoon]

Probably gonna post smut to the deep end of the pool later.

(Edit 8/14) POSTED. Again this is a dark content blog, reader beware.

Can't seem to get yandere TigerHybrid!Bakugou off my brain.

Specifically, Barista!Reader coming home smelling like a bunch of other hybrids. And Tiger!Bakugou pulling them into the bath tub with him.

You might not be leaving the bathroom clean, but you sure as hell don't smell like the pine and yuzu scent of your new "useless" bun coworker anymore (; •v•)

#Thought has been plaguing me like a demon #tw dubcon #yandere bakugou #bakugou x reader #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #minors do not interact #mild spice #zaz drabbles

[slimeranch7]

vampire ei x reader

Hey bro thanks for the request!!! I'm happy to share more thoughts on monsterfucking. It's a guilty pleasure…. 🤪

ao3 link

Content warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dubcon/coerced sex, mentions of blood/gore, mentions of r*pe

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Vampires are said to be elusive and highly territorial. That being said, it's not unheard of for them to live in pairs or more. It's just an extremely rare case.

You gambled that every time you took a bounty to wipe out a vampire that had been terrorizing a small town. Vampire hunting had its own merits, if the ring of harvested fangs hanging on your belt is anything to go by. It earns you enough cold, hard cash to last months, and the gratitude of locals wherever you go. 

And with merits come dangers. Taking on one is enough to leave you scratched up for the worst. A lone human can't handle two alone, even with the best equipment or the most experience. Even if you managed to finish one, the other would tear you to shreds in an instant, and the blood from their harvest would be enough to undo the damage you've caused. 

This is the gamble you took. And like most games based on chance, you're bound to lose the more you roll. 

The info broker hadn't mentioned a second one when he sent you the files. All the locals told you the same thing- long, purple hair and a single pair of violet eyes that crackled in the dark like thunder and lightning. Adorns a stoic, yet somber expression, based on what survivors were able to make out. Not that you could really understand their babbling much more than that. Most trailed off into a religious chant you couldn't quite discern, but one thing's for sure- this fight wouldn't be easy. 

On the ground is the Raiden Shogun, and a heavy wooden stake that took all your strength and fight to run straight through her chest. The browning blood splattered on her coat was yours. Vampires didn't bleed. Freezing black mist exuded around her wound, something you could never get used to no matter how battle hardened you've grown to be.

On your side was a borrowed cross from the local church that had been bent out of use from her strength. Your crossbow has been battered as well, strings frayed and definitely in need of heavy maintenance. 

Legs pinning both of her sides down, you huff, giving the stake another push to drive it in further for good measure before cold, sharp fingers curl around the back of your neck. 

Your breath stops, condensate disappearing into the frosty air. 

"Mm. That's it. Now, up." You could feel the way her fingers slowly drag against your skin, pressing . "Slowly."

You move in tandem with her force, like a leash pulling you up until your back straightens, heart sized in your throat and nerves frozen shut. You don't dare to object. You couldn't. Or you could just die fighting for your freedom.

It's an instinctual fight or flight response. In this case, flight immediately leads to fight, so for a moment, you revel in the adrenaline pumping through your vessels, pray to the lord for strength and protection and pull out a hidden cross in your inner coat in hopes to repel the grasp on your neck-

Only for it to get fruitlessly slapped away by the vampire that shouldn't even be alive below you. It lands hopelessly far from your reach, and your wrists throb in punishing pain from the sheer force of her hands. 

When your eyes turn down, not daring to move your head with how tight the grip on your neck has gotten, the Raiden Shogun's eyes glare violet as she pulls the stake out with a pained hiss. The only sound you've heard from her since the fight began.

"I must say, quite capable of you, to be able to land such an ugly gash on my beauty. Many like you have pitifully died by her hands, without leaving so much as a scratch." The lady behind you speaks in such an eloquent manner unlike the feral, bloodthirsty beasts you've slain in the past. "Oh dear,"

You can feel her other hand loop around your waist, fiddling with the ring of fangs you've once proudly adorned like a trophy. In one swift movement, she plucks it from your belt. Now, it's nothing more than a warrant for your demise. 

"How very obnoxious." She hums thoughtfully. "Teeth, dull. Those lowlifes don't deserve to be displayed on this chain. They can't even maintain their fangs properly. Unsightly."

The ring rattles, and from the corner of your eye, you watch in silence as she flicks it off to the side. 

"Now, I believe you took something that belonged to the Shogun." She continues. Her nails, like claws, press even further, daring you to swallow down your fear. 

Below, while you were still straddling her hips, the Raiden Shogun sat up, one hand pressed against her wound in futility, and the other snaking around the small of your back, pulling you in closer. 

She closes in so suddenly that you don't have the time to squeeze your eyes shut to brace for the terror of being eaten alive. 

White, searing hot pain flashes through your eyes and your hands- moving on their own, instinctually latching onto anything as an anchor to keep you floating off into the abyss. Somewhere in the crevices of your panic-addled mind, you know it's your neck she's punctured, but it's almost as if every point of your body collectively decided to share the same caliber of pain.

Breathing is impossible, your mouth heaves dryly, begging for air that doesn't come, and your nose is assaulted by the tangy malodor of your own blood. 

You can't say for sure how long the terrible experience lasted for. It felt like it had been hours and mere seconds simultaneously, but when she finishes- and you know she does because she licks your wound- your hands immediately fly to your neck as an instinct to apply pressure, only to find it clean and fully clotted like the puncture had been healing for days. 

But wait, why were you still conscious? Were you dead? You could be, for all that mattered.

"The merit of proper maintenance. It keeps our meals' mess to a minimum." The voice behind you pipes up again, though it's significantly foggier, like your ears had been clotted. "And as long as you're alive, our saliva will help clot the blood at increased speed. But, most don't to live to tell the tale."

Words, words, words. She sounded like the lecturers at those fancy institutes. You couldn't respond anyway, the lack of blood finally catching up as the stimulant effect of adrenaline wears out. 

"Now, stand and we will return to my estate at once. I would like to get to know you better."

You were then hoisted to your feet, much to your brain's weak protest. The moment they let go to let you stand on your own, the world swayed and swung upside down and you felt your head collide with snow and frozen dirt. It did not hurt, or if it did, you weren't lucid enough to feel it anymore.

As the rest of your senses dulled, your eyes managed to catch the faintest detail, though it's hard to discern if it's the lack of oxygen that blurred the lines of reality or if it really was the truth- the two figures standing before you looked nearly identical. 

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You hardly dreamed, but when you did, you imagined retirement to be a well earned paradise by the beach, all on your lonesome, and a humble wooden shack sitting on the treeline, facing the waves. Your toes would sink pleasantly into smooth, ash-like sand, waves rolling in tantalizing motions off in the distance. The air would be salty yet brings a refreshing change of pace, and the only bits of life accompanying you would be oceanside critters. 

But the sad reality is, most vampire hunters don't live long enough to watch their children grow up, let alone hit retirement age. It's a dangerous and thankless, commission-based job taken on because of family tradition or by those only desperate enough for mora. Anyone suicidal enough to face vampires head on signed their life away for every bounty they take. You're no different.

Then why dream of something so far out of reach?

To you, it was better than falling into the hands of alcoholism and tobacco dependence like everyone else. 

When you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the terrible, cruel world would melt away. Firstly, it was the salty, cold seaside air that would fade into a pleasant, smokey firewood scent accompanied by what seemed to be mild floral perfume.

Secondly, opening your eyes proved to be difficult with how lethargic your muscles felt. You felt your heavy eyelids twitch, slowly cracking open to adjust to the dim light, and though you knew it was merely a fire crackling away, to your pounding headache addled head, it was a million suns assaulting your senses. 

Thirdly, when you craned your neck, everything in your body screamed for reprieve. But one thing is for certain: the gut deep fear that registered not a second after. 

The bite, it's the after effects that nearly sent you back into shock. And before that, you had lost a fight against not one, but two vampires. Was it two, now? It sure felt like it. 

You tell yourself that this very moment was a dream, but what was the fading memory of an oceanside retirement before? And the cold fingers that wrapped cruelly around your neck? The searing hot torment coursing through your nerves was enough to prove that this is reality. And if that wasn't enough, the same voice of the women that gripped your neck moments before flooded your ears.

"I must admit, I almost feared that you would no longer wake." She said. Soft, embroidered lavender fabric filled your limited, sideways view as she stepped closer. You felt a cold hand rest briefly on your cheek, lifting as quickly as it came. "I am not experienced in human medical knowledge, but your skin turned nearly as pale and cold as mine from the outdoors. I didn't think you would recover so quickly."

So again, despite having cleared up with yourself that this was reality, new information presented before you had flipped everything you thought you knew, right upside down. Vampires don't save humans. Vampires don't care if humans recover quickly or not from the cold frosty air of the northeast. Vampires don't fear, and frankly, they don't speak with such eloquence. And you certainly should not be lying on a vampire's couch across a fireplace, layered by thick, heavy blankets warmed by your recovered body heat. 

She could have very well left your dying corpse to freeze outside. A vampire of her caliber could have very well hunted for other game instead of waiting for a vampire hunter, armed with crosses and stakes, to recover from blood loss.

You reached from underneath the blankets to see if they had disarmed you, only to find that not only have they disposed of your equipment, but they also likely have disposed of your clothes along with it. Not even a scrap of undergarments to preserve your modesty. You can feel the way the blanket rubs embarrassingly against your bare skin.

Despite your throbbing headache, you sat up with nothing more than your life to lose, yet shamefully still holding the blanket up to your chest. "Were you always this talkative?"

The lady before you blinked in surprise, stoicism replaced by what you could only interpret as wonder. She tilted her head curiously.

Dread pools in your stomach at the silence she answered with. "... I mean, you didn't say a word when I tried to…" Your nerves got the better of you, but perhaps it would be unwise to bring up past affairs that didn't work in your favor. 

Her face then twisted into amusement. "Ah, but of course. Who you confronted was not me, but the Shogun. She is not the talkative type at all. Neither am I, but at least I can still make for better company."

Is this your purpose for being sustained alive even when vampires are known to dispose of dried blood bags after their hunts? So whatever this imitation of the Raiden Shogun could talk your ear off as you inconspicuously eyed windows and doors for escape routes?

When you searched her eyes for answers, she, yet again, returned void. In fact, it almost felt unreal how human the Shogun look-alike seemed to be with her composed, gentle demeanor. Whereas the one you faced in a life-or-death fight- she bore no traces of humanity, only brutal, mechanical movements with the singular objective of efficiently ridding you of your existence. 

"While some vampires come to be by birth, some were… infected, as I would put it." She began, suddenly, circling a low table to feed more logs into the fire. "My name is Ei, and I was once human. I enjoyed sweets, then. But as you might know, human food does not hold the same taste nor nutrients as it would to a vampire."

Questions swarm your head like incessant flies, but one keeps popping up. Your mouth opens before you can think, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Hush, allow me to continue, if you will. Firstly, I feel that it is vital to inform you that you are not the first. You are free to perceive this as a threat or as consolation, though I greatly suggest the latter, for your sake, and, perhaps rather selfishly, for mine." 

No matter how much solace she expected to bring you with such foreboding warnings, the fact that you weren't the first for whatever sick game she was about to instill upon you, in combination with the fact that you have not once heard any tale of the Raiden Shogun's identical double feeling inclined to impose sick games onto hunters after their bounty, drove you even further into a pit of worry and desperation. Her phrasing wasn't important- it would never be, because vampires posed a natural threat to your survival from the get-go. 

"Secondly, you shall not reject any of my advances. Not that you would want to, of course, and I recommend that you don't, from my experience. But on the off chance that you do, my dear Shogun does not care for trivial matters such as sweets. Your pleasure will not dictate the measures she will take to ensure your compliance."

It's almost as if she were purposefully baiting you into folding. You almost feel foolishly inclined to insist that she hurries along her long, disconcerting list of terms, but the rational- albeit cowardly- side of you firmly argues to stay silent and entertain her with no pleasure of watching you tremble like a petal.

She takes your silence for acceptance, it seemed. “As I had said, I greatly adored sweets. It has been rumored by others of my kind that human pleasures tend to sweeten the blood for the better.” Her eyes flicker over to you. “I have sampled a multitude of different flavors myself, each with varying levels of sweetness and purity. But you,"

She circles back, not unlike a shark smelling fresh blood in the water. "Your blood is unblemished by tobacco and alcohol. Those impurities have always tainted my marks, no matter how much sweetness I wring out of them." 

You've stopped listening at this, cringing at the implications of her absurd statements. Treating your predecessors like gourmet meals just as humans did with livestock. Most hunters drank and smoked- those vices greased the wheels for them. You either indulged, or you would succumb to the stress and anxiety that came as a package deal. 

She must've known. She's a vampire, after all, and their heightened senses must have turned you into a mouth watering meal, comparable to ripe fruit kept free of disease and pests. 

Your thoughts run back to the last tavern  you drank at, that reeked of sweat and cheap beer. The alcohol was bitter and foul, so utterly indigestible that you gave the rest of your mug away to a drunk stranger and proceeded to rinse your mouth clean in the privacy of your own room. And before that, your mentor had offered a cigar after your first successful hunt, but the post-traumatic stress that poisoned your mind had you retching and regurgitating whatever lunch you had managed to stomach as soon as you inhaled. Even now, the consideration of downing a pint of beer or indulging in a smoke makes you shudder.

"So you're going to rape me?" You spit out, half considering her terms. 

"That is putting it extremely. But I won't have to if you oblige. Perhaps I'll even spare you, if you behave." Her smile twists up sardonically.

"Would you let me go if my flavor is not up to your gourmet standards?"

"Hardly even a question. I would feed you to the Shogun. It would be up to her what she would want to do with you." Her honesty renders her fully transparent leaving no room for further inquiry. This is a waltz she knows well. You aren't sure if you should feel safe or terrorized by how casually she handled your interrogation.

"... Will you be gentle?"

For once, genuine surprise returns to replace her cold, distant resting expression. 

"It's… I," Would it be better to keep this to yourself? Perhaps you could rouse pity if you were honest. "I've never been with anyone…" 

"Not even yourself?"

You flushed at the implication of her rebuttal. Admittedly, you've tried before, in the safety of a rented room of a tavern. But judging from how little you've achieved by yourself, the safer answer would be no. "Look, if that's an issue, then just kill me right now and spare me the humiliation." You bite back. "It won't be pleasant for me regardless."

Ei leans over, fangs hovering just above the shell of your ear. "A rare purity of soul, body and mind. It seems I've struck gold." She whispered, sending cold, hollow chills down your clammy skin. "Do not fret, little lamb. I did hold a preference towards women before my time as a vampire. Your pleasure means all the more value to me."

If that was a lie, it did not matter to you. 

-----

Ei reminded you of the noblewomen you've met in your time serving as a commissioned bounty hunter. They were regal, elegant and held their chin up high with unwavering confidence despite being overshadowed by their husband's status. To you, it seemed admirable, though you could never compare your social footing to theirs. Sometimes you wondered if they had always been the ones pulling the strings from the shadows. 

But Ei- she was different. When she rose to full mast, her poster demanded attention and respect and you instantly knew she was the head of her own estate. Her height was overpowering and dizzying, and though her muscles were lithe, you had no issue accepting the fact that the vampire could fold you with ease. 

When Ei peeled the sheets that held your warmth away, you did not dare to struggle, lest you incur her wrath. However, you did shiver from the sudden gust of cold air as your core temperature plummeted despite the warm fire nearby, almost immediately shriveling up like an insect. As soon as you curled in your limbs to protect your warmth (and modesty, though it was pointless, you knew), her strong, boney hands wrestled your legs open like a pliant play doll baring your holes for her to view at her pleasure. 

And despite your bewilderment, she offered no words of solace, but only drank in the sight of your untouched pussy with animal hunger present in her eyes and an unfriendly, sinister smile. "Do not be afraid of me, my little lamb." She whispered, smelling the bitter musk of terror oozing from your glands. "It does you no favors to serve me such an unappealing meal." Her cold fingers trace around your untouched clit.

It's hard to teach yourself something you had no knowledge in. In your trade, every clever trick in the book you absorbed from observing your mentor, and if it didn't work, then you wouldn't live to tell the tale. Likewise, attempting to stimulate yourself without knowing what to do had gotten you nowhere, but when the Ei gathered up your slick and gently pressed into your pussy, it took you damn near everything not to combust on the spot. 

"Poor thing, so desperate to seek the pleasure you could not find yourself." She stated cruelly, and it was like instinct, to allow such a monster to devour you whole. No one else's appendages, human or not, could ever provoke the same, blinding pleasure that spiked your core like fireworks. The expertly timed circles around your throbbing clit and the shallow dip of her fingers worked wonders on your rapidly deteriorating psyche. 

It was not enough. It could not be enough because you could still see the rest of her pale, slender hand, resting just outside your greedy cunt when it should be buried deep by the innards of your burning flesh-

Sweaty hands immediately sought purchase on her forearm, hoping to pull her in for more. Cold, black mist seeped through your fingers, through her broken skin. "Careful now, you might be biting off more than you can chew." She warned you, but made no effort to pull away as you accepted more and more of her. Your stomach lurched, chest heaving to make up for it and throwing your head back as white flooded your vision. 

Although your lips spasmed against the intrusion from overstimulation, your spine arched into her touch, hips greedily searching for more. Immediately, she forces down your entire body back into the plush comfort of the sofa. "What a pliant, little lamb you are. So willing to accept what most of your kind have struggled so valiantly against at first. Tell me, then, were you always this depraved?" 

"Nu-ah! No, it's- I'm not…" 

"Or, is it how I fuck this tight, little virgin cunt of yours?" Her wrists flick in tandem with your hips, easily matching your erratic pace. She must've felt the way you clenched up at her dirty words. Elegant, regal noblewomen wouldn't speak as such, but you supposed she was the lady of her own estate. And she was a different kind of beast. "You enjoy this, don't you, dirty vermin? Being stuffed full of me, put in your place. Nothing but a deviant that craves a vampire's touch."

You are not a deviant. You weren't succumbing to her pleasure because you wanted to. It was a matter of a prey's final, desperate attempt at survival, and your mind begged for that to be the case, but a further part of you had long conceded. Ei's touch numbed the bone deep ache, relaxing yet intense. You cried. You thrashed. Maybe you did none of that and took her fingers without trouble, or maybe she had to help you make it fit, but this moment was unbound to time and reality. It should be impossible, how well she worked into the crevices of your body and wrung you dry just as she promised.

Every word you tried to voice was caught in your throat as she diligently drilled in between your walls. The timing was too immaculate. She could have very well been reading your mind, and that wouldn't be the most absurd revelation you've had the pleasure of witnessing this evening. 

"Little lamb, you should feel lucky that I am just as ravenous as you are." She damn near growled but you could only perceive the gentle rumble of her chest as she spoke. "That I did not expect of you to beg." Compared to your glazed, half lidded eyes and heavy breaths, Ei's movements did not seem the least bit influenced by exertion. The last of your sanity receded somewhere far into the back of your mind as her fingers pressed against a spot you could not have possibly imagined of finding. 

"Come, now. Come for your master. Show me what a good, delectable treat you are for me, you little whore."

You didn't need your imagination to see the dominion she held over you. Getting fucked senseless by a vampire couldn't possibly feel this good, but it did. When you squeezed your eyes shut, you saw blackness but also blinding light. Whatever is left of your sanity fizzles away like beer foam and you wail (or maybe it was a soundless cry) because it was too much, too good, too overwhelming-

And something, perhaps her boney hands, gripped your jaw as you cried out, exposing your jugular, but did not feel agonizing when she bit down, reaping what she sowed. Your walls continued to spasm relentlessly around her fingers, leaving a slick mess all over her thigh and hand, knowing nothing but the sweltering ecstasy of being owned, filled and used so thoroughly that you could not possibly belong to anyone else but Ei.

When you crack open your eyes for a split second, Ei captured your lips. You didn't feel the sharp point of her fangs, and she did not open her mouth, but you could still taste the residue of your own blood. There was no sadism, no ownership to be claimed as she kissed you. It was just Ei- or rather, you knew, it was simply a human behind the embrace you sank into before sleep overtakes you.

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Warm porcelain pressed itself insistently against your lips when you stirred. Upon opening your eyes, you are met with a violet pair staring back earnestly. Obediently, you allow yourself to sip, careful not to choke. It tasted herbal, flowery. 

"Paralytic?" You wondered out loud. 

"Tea." The vampire answered curtly. 

"Where did Ei go?" The Ei you've come to know despite having only spoken to her for a short while would have babbled on about the healing properties of the drink. "And why am I not dead?"

"Because Ei has more use of you alive than dead." The Shogun replied, settling the half empty cup on a tray next to you. "She went to deal with that incessant dog. Only she can handle Miko without trouble. I would advise you to steer clear of her."

"Werewolf?" You didn't miss the claw marks on the edge of the door of this room. 

"Perceptive." The Shogun flashed a rare, small smile. "As expected of a seasoned hunter." She then moved to feel your pulse. 

One two, one two. You felt it through her fingers, cold as ever. It's weak, your body dealing with the brunt of the effects, and the consequences are no less harsh on the headache you have to endure.

"Rest well. You are exerted. The tea has been steeped, you can use that to relax and recover." The Shogun stands up from your side and makes her way to the door. "Tomorrow I will take my fill. Do not expect me to be as generous as Ei."

She stopped at the entrance of the door, seeming to hesitate for a second. Then, more resolutely, she looked over her shoulder. "Like she said, I do not care much for sweets. However, you have piqued my interest."

#dead dove do not eat #genshin impact smut #raiden shogun x reader #dubcon/noncon #mild blood/gore #gourmet blood sucking #yeah that exists now

[meifunk]

I think about them a normal amount :')

#aitsf #aitsf spoilers #gunplay #eye gore #mild dubcon? #saidate #ai the somnium files #saito sejima #hayato yagyu #aitsf falco #kaname date #saiato #nuriart after hours