Smutty Monkey *TW*

[DaddysMonkey]

…….*waves* 👋🏻 

So….. Brother gave me permission to post some dirty things I got written down from my imagination for him. 

*** TRIGGER WARNING *** 
- Drinking
- Violence / Gore 
- Knife play
- B&E play
- CNC ish play 
- Abusive language 

TITLE : Drinking. 

He had watched her for so long , he wanted so badly to hurt her and hear her screams … as badly as he wanted her to be hurt it was only ever to be by his hands. He knew she had been making mistakes and regressing to old habits , and he felt the need to show her what can happen when you drink too much. 

She stood in the kitchen alone , music blasting with a knife in one hand and a glass filled with whiskey in the other. The glare through the window obscured his view but he knew exactly what she was drinking and exactly how many ice cubes. She had already downed two half glasses but she figured she would gulp the rest of this one down and pour another. Who cares when you’re all alone ? Definitely not her. She set the knife on the cutting board next to the diced onion , slowly making her way to the liquor bar in the other room. A silent pause as she stared at the bottle , contemplating why she was the way she was.. you could see the “fuck it” smear across her face as she began to pour and laugh to herself. “If I finish this off before dinner is prepped I’ll pour a half more and be done for the night.. it’ll probably make me fall asleep anyways.. god I need sleep,” she thought as she screwed the cap back onto the bottle. He felt rage bubble up in chest , she had been doing this almost every night in secret and playing it cool when anyone came around. She’s going to drink herself to death , or she’s going to get so drunk she gets hurt and dies.. something he can’t let happen before he gets a chance first. 

She slinked back into the kitchen and turned the music up even louder , perfect for him to slip in since she is too lit to hear anything over the rhythms blaring from the tv. Until then , he watched. She swayed her hips to the music as she picked up the knife just as a slow love song began to play , holding the knife close to her chest and twirling around as if it was her dancing partner. Most everything she did sparked his interests and curiosity but when she was drunk , he had the hardest time determining what was going to come out of her mouth or why she was doing the things she was. He watched patiently until she stopped dead in her tracks , held the knife in front of her face , and slowly brought it to her lips , kissing the flat side of it. She brought it out in front of her face once more and pointed the tip of it towards herself - he felt his body get light and all of the blood rush to his head , wondering what she planned on doing. She closed on eye and held the tip to the open one - almost making contact. His heart raced not believing that she was about to stab herself , she pulled it outward as if she was about to lunge it into her eye socket , sighed , “This fucking knife is bent.” She set it on the edge of the sink and grabbed a new one , letting his blood pressure relax. “Does she know I’m here ? Is she fucking with me ?” 

The sound of music overpowered everything else in the house , and he decided he was going to get the show going before it was too late. He made his way to the front door and lightly knocked , directly after he heard the music turn down , and then silence. He knew she was quiet on her feet and had to rely on his senses to decide where she was at , and so he moved towards the garage out of sight from the front porch and door. Timing as impeccable as ever - as soon as he was out of sight she opened the door - making sure to shut it behind her so the kitties wouldn’t get out. She breathed slowly , calmly , letting the ice cold breeze wipe her flush red cheeks. He could smell her , the booze , the light sweat from her overheating , a light clicking sound , followed by no scent at all and blaring music once again. Back inside. He knew better than to walk back up to the door - she would be on alert now , even drunk. He walked towards the side of the house , picked the most middle sized rocks he could see in the pitch black , and rolled them around in his hand. Before he even knew he was doing it he had thrown them into the front door I’m concession making the entirety of it shake and boom. He turned to the other side of the house and realized he could kneel down by the front windows and not be seen but had an entire view of the front door. The moment he kneeled and turned his view towards the door , it swung open followed by her wildly swinging arm - in her hand was the knife. She was really going to slice apart whoever was on the other side of that door …. He made the mental note that she’s beyond her means mentally and needed to be stopped before she hurt herself. She was already too drunk to lock the door behind her - or did she want someone to find her like this and violate her ? There was no longer blaring music - just a standard murmur behind home walls. 

He let time pass , enough to let her pour herself another drink since she was too immature to stop. He felt a calmness wash over him and he walked to the front door , turned the handle , what the fuck ? Locked. “Is she less drunk than anticipated ? There’s no way… I know better ,” his words rattled in the air , speaking to himself. A loud noise from the garage ? She’s coming out of the garage door ? He went back to the side of the house , knelt , and watched. 

Bare feet pattering on the ground , she had a garbage bag and a stack of cardboard with her. She was indeed very drunk , but she was also craving for something bad to happen. She decided to play the fool after her little outburst and thought , “And so it is.” She dumped the cardboard into one can , lifted the lid to the other and swung the bag up and over letting the lid slam back down. She turned and stretched with her hands splayed open toward the sky , let her arms fall and shivered. One step - and she let out a whimper and winced , and began to breathe heavily. She landed on her knees without consent and looked down , red liquid all over the ground. “Fuck..” she turned her foot so she could see the bottom and saw a big slice of glass jutting out. She plopped onto her butt and whimpered to herself , quickly and drunkenly making the choice to rip it out before going inside. She let out a quick , firm , primal moan followed by more heavy breaths. As he watched her and could her the noises echoing in the dark - his eyes rolled back and felt his thighs clench up ready to run over.. undecided if helping or attacking excited him more. He knew she would be alright for now , she was tough and had a lot more coming tonight anyways. 

She limped her way back inside , and he waited for the garage door to shut shortly after but was surprised to see that she was so drunk and focused in her foot that she didn’t close the garage door… “She has to go upstairs to get the first aid kit. That is plenty of time to get in , get to the hallways bathroom , and wait just a touch longer. As he passed through the garage to another door leading to her , he inhaled as much as he could. Iron. Fresh blood , and a lot of it from the looks of the floor. He touched the handle , turned it , and in he went. He heard shuffling upstairs , water running , cabinets being opened and closed. He lifted his wrist to see 10:39pm displayed on his watch. Pitter patter coming down the stairs - very unevenly. He had cracked the door enough to just barely have vision to the kitchen and hallways leading to it. She walked right past and brought the bottle along with her. “Is she fucking stupid?” Her ears twitched at what she thought she heard - but had already made her choice. She poured more , guzzled half and lifted herself up so she could sit on the kitchen counter. 

It didn’t take long for her to lay back and spread her arms out right there on the counter , nobody would be hoke for a couple hours anyway so why care about simple manners ? He closed his eyes and listened to her breathing - he had to trust his judgment at this point. She was asleep , eyes closed. He slithered out of the dark little stowaway and leaned over her just enough to see her eyes. “Little angel…” his whispers barely audible by his own ears , his eyes drawn towards her baggy shorts sitting lopsided - enough to see into the leg holes and notice absolutely no panties , as usual with her , “….. fucking whore.” He grabbed the tv remote and placed himself between her opened legs on the counter , he turned the volume up as loud as he could without pissing off anyone else who was home in the surrounding houses. She twitched in her sleep , he grabbed the back of her limp knees and shouted , “WAKE THE FUCK UP SLEEPING BEAUTY !” Her eyes shot open and she didn’t even have a chance to grasp what was happening. 

He pulled her off the counter by the back of her knees and let her slam onto the floor flat on her back , knocking the wind completely out of her. Coughing and trying to retain some sort of air - she looked up and saw the figure towering over her. “This has to be a drunk dream , this can’t be real “ , she had plenty of thoughts racing through her impaired mind but that was the one that rang most true to her. It can’t be real. Dreams don’t come true. 

He looked to his left and saw the jar of salt on the counter , how convenient. She was hurt enough to not move for a moment , he walked to the salt and back , kneeled down on her leg and ripped the fresh band aids she had put on her foot. With her clouded and blurry vision , she couldn’t figure out what he was doing until it was too late. She began to scream as he rubbed salt into the fresh gouge in her foot , and as she screams and wriggled beneath him - he smiled. “What , no whimpering ?” He rubbed the salt even harder and deeper into her foot and she did just that - began to whimper and cry , floods pouring out of her glazed over eyes. She grabbed at his arm and he shook her off , standing over her once again. She curled up into a ball and made his favorite noises , hiccuping in between. “You poor little thing , you little angel , “ he wiped tears from her cheeks and turned her onto her back from her fetal position , while at the same time taking the knife front the edge of the sink in the free hand. He no longer stood over her but decided do sit on her hips - her strongest point of movement along with her legs. 

Her hand jolted towards his throat and she dug in her nails , spitting into his eye , “Go ahead you fucking pussy , kill me then ,” she began laughing manically to herself. He patiently took off his belt and while it was a struggle - he tied her hands behind her neck and to her neck with his belt , the gagging sounds brought him much enjoyment. He took the sinks knife and cut from the leg hole of her shorts to the waist band , butterflying them apart. Her gift to him was right there in front of him , purely bare and shaking. 

“So you like getting drunk and letting strangers in the house ? What kind of whore drinks themselves stupid while they’re alone , all the blinds open for everyone to see how helpless you are ?” She went to speak , more than likely drunken attitude he couldn’t give a care about. He shoved the shorts into her mouth and stuffed it full before any noise came out. “YOU are the kind of whore I guess, aren’t you ?” He placed his hand on that gift , that soaking wet present he had been so patiently waiting for. “The kind that gets wet to this sick shit , you fucking animal.” She started kicking her legs from underneath him and he laughed softly , he lightened his weight off of her , backed up and grabbed onto her hips with both hands. He picked her hips up and slammed them into the floor with a rage and passion , three times in a row. Turned , leaned back and dug his fingers into her still throbbing slice - making her scream and go limp. In the moment of her pure weakness - he flipped her over and spread her legs with his knees. Pressing his hands onto her back so she can’t move , he leaned into her ear , “You want to die so badly , I’ll make you wish you were actually dead. Your fantasies are a fucking joke compared to what I’m going to do to you for the rest of your life.. I hope you know that.” Her muffled voice and whimpers through the shorts was the final tick that set him over , he unbuttoned his pants , borderline panting without even seeing how swollen with excited he was , and opened his gift , shoving himself right inside. She began to wriggle and squeak from behind the shorts in her mouth - short and fast paced and along with her he picked up the pace and power of his thrusts until she began to really fight back. He paused - pressed his left hand onto her back pushing her down to be still and picked up the knife with the other. He didn’t even know what he was doing or saying - he mind was clouded with the feelings of his body and the beating of his heart - he felt like it was going to explode with along with him. He swiftly raised the knife up and stabbed it into the floor right in front of her face - “ACT LIKE THE FUCKING WHORE YOU ARE ,” frozen in place by his actions - he felt her dazed body slowly push back into him and he throbbed inside her. “You love me…” he thought to himself , she turned her head as much as she could , looked into his soul with her broken and glassy eyes as if she were reading his mind. She nodded her head as if to say , Yes. I do. He slammed her face into the ground and began thrusting but was matched by her pushing back into him - moving her hips back and forth and letting her noises pour out into and through the shorts. Her volume change and slinking back and forth with her hips did him in and without letting her know - he pushed himself into her for the last few times as he could feels his liquids pushing back into him and out of her .. “To small to fit everything , my little angel…” his thoughts began to float into the sky and he leaned back. She was still sobbing beneath him - did he imagine her nodding and pushing back ? Was she crying this whole time ? 

He undid the belt around her hands and neck , ripped the shorts out of her mouth causing her to cough again. They stared at each other for what felt like hours in their world but was only minutes in the real world. He wiped the tears from her cheeks , inhaled her scent , and frowned. “Sluts drink , and whores get drunk , hurt themselves , and let nasty men fuck them and cum in them. Think about what just happened the next time you want to pour a glass…” he took the bottle off the counter - looked at it like it had just fucked his obsession with, his angel , and threw it into the ground. It shattered into pieces by her head , covering her body in whiskey and glass. She had closed her eyes so protect them - when she opened them … he was gone. 

She laid there bleeding , gasping for air and started to cackle like a hyena to herself. “He loves me…..” That thought alone gave her pleasure enough to know she was going to drink again …. Maybe not soon but she would if it meant she could be his whore. 

Edited January 7, 2024 by DaddysMonkey

[DaddysMonkey]

LOL - I was trying so hard to keep it mild and be respectful to the people who really don’t appreciate or like this play - and more so the people who are offended and triggered by it. If it isn’t something that is going to actively piss people off here - I am more than happy to start posting some more uhhhh …. Heh “filthy” stuff… 😇 (Admittedly I am very perverted , sick and twisted but when it comes to sharing THAT part of me … the “artsy” writing side of it … I die with shyness and embarrassment.)

🫥 Yes , this is my first time sharing anything like this except for with Brother - which is who I am usually writing about or to as it is more in his interests.

*runs away from broom as quickly as possible*  

🐒💨

Edited January 7, 2024 by DaddysMonkey

[Expired]

You really are an extremely talented writer clean or dirty it always holds my attention and man does it give me ideas for now it’s fiction but who knows if the scene is right it may become non fiction who knows 🤔🤷🏻‍♂️

[DaddysMonkey]

13 hours ago, tish___ said:

Wow…😮 this made me speechless and you slayed this hottie smutty little story forsure 💯 

Next level smut! 😎@DaddysMonkey was this the first one u ever wrote??? 
I think you’re talented af! 🫶🏽

The way that the thrill in the story is being is build-up is exquisitely done and it got me on the edge of my kitchentable from the beginning till the… ‘end’.
I loved the part where she pulled the knife towards her eyesocket to notice that the knife is bent XD Such a funny mindfuck XD 

Also how you’ve managed to build a persona around the characters in a relatively smoll story and leave some room for the readers imagination is something that shows how naturally skilled you are. 

Ty for sharing and plz:……

MORE MONKEY’S SMUT !!!!!!

💀🖤👻🖤🔪🖤🩸🖤😼

 

Bwahaha - thank you so much ! I went back and re read it and noticed all the grammar and spelling mistakes. I typically write these fairly quick as it happens so fast in my brain so the fact it was overlooked and appreciated by yourself (and any others , like Gigi) means a lot 🥲 

I have written a lot of smut / short stories in my day. I still have a small backlog just in iCloud saved to my notes - and I have considered sharing them here before but I just get so embarrassed and shy 😅

Your words are too kind , and I will highly considering writing some more as well as possibly posting some older ones. ❤️