The next time my neighbor broke in his plan was about cockwarming, and self-control. Once the camera was set up again, my neighbor spooned behind my unconscious body, draped my top leg back over his hips, and began circling my clit. Slowly. Licking his fingers and massaging my pussy lips. Pulling back my hood and stroking my raw nub. I whined softly in my sleep. My hips rocked a little. My pussy became shiny and slick with wetness. He spread my lips open and zoomed in on my exposed cunt. Stroked my clit slowly until I squirted on the sheets and began cumming. My pussy twitched and clenched down on nothing, winking at the camera, as he kept rubbing me, making my legs shake. I panted in my sleep. He slid his cock into position and pushed gently and slowly inside me. I was warm and wet and primed from my orgasm, and he pressed in until he met my cervix. There he stayed. No thrusting, no rutting. But he did begin teasing my clit while his dick plugged me up. My hips rocked weakly, but enough to fuck him. This continued for another five minutes- he stayed still, pressed into my womb, and stroked my exposed clit slowly, making my body unconsciously grind against him. He moaned softly all the while. I cried out once when he made me cum again. My cunt trembled around him, milking him, needily creaming around his motionless cock. He swore, and panted, but held back as I let go. A moment passed where my breath returned to normal. He held the camera trained on my pussy, remained motionless and just rubbed my sensitive clit. Craving an orgasm in my sleep, my body moved more this time, grinding and rocking on his bare cock. He shivered and swore, sped up and slowed his finger strokes to manipulate my motion. I whimpered pitifully while he forced me to fuck him. For another twenty minutes - and two more orgasms - he made me grind on his bare dick. Once he felt me beginning number 5, he grunted as all the pent-up tension began to pulse out of his overstimulated cock - directly into my open uterus. Whining at the deep intensity, my body relaxed in defense and pushed back into him. Milking nearly all of his load neatly inside me. He waited a moment for us to both calm. Then slowly eased himself out. Only a tiny dribble of his cum dribbled out of me, and he chuckled. Laid me back down and left my apartment.
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Actually being a free use sex toy would be great. I love things like this too:
- Fleshlights in all three holes secured into place, with a 2 cocked strapon above my cunt, and a loose double ended dildo to slide in for shared throat fucking. Extra stretch for all holes.
- being storage for the sex toys at a party. On my back, legs strung up spread wide open, with all kinds of dildos and vibes shoved into me waiting for another person to pull one out to play with. Mouth too, gagging and drooling around a handful of cocks.
-Being a requestable hotel service. You'd ask for the intimate relief package and arrive to your hotel room to find me all bound up and presented in your shower, maybe with customized add-ons. Want me to be sitting on a foot long horse cock? Full bladder? Tits bound up till they go purple? Special costumes? Want them to stick a vibe in me and leave me until you get there? Love that. I can just imagine someone asking for a bunch of particulars (o ring gag, snug collar, full bladder, large buttplug inserted, breasts bound tightly, nipple clamps on) and showing up to wreck me all night.
- also at a hotel, being a special feature in the pool area/changing rooms where you can get some relief before or after hitting the pool (alternatively: signs with arrows pointing at my ass with a spreader or speculum init saying ' don't pee in the pool. Pee in me instead')
- same concept but the goal is to get as many cocks in me as possible, dildos included, and there's a cash prize for the winner, so I spend nights in the casino area having people shove tons of dildos into me, some shoving multiples into my throat and even my ass. They'd probably just keep forcing cocks into my ass even after the first few slip inside all the way, to the point that my guts would be swollen, like being stuffed with a ton of tentacles.
He's here for some kind of business conference, from what I gathered. He works long hours and that is why he added the intimate relief package when he booked the room. He requested an anally trained slut and various toys. I'm just not sure why I'm to be ready hours before his conference finishes.
I look at the instruction sheet and sign it. My boss would be setting me up for the customer. I will be released of all bounds after he's left the room in the morning, shower, eat and prepare for when he'll come back - he requested the same slut for the whole week so he wouldn't have to get used to a new one every night. Any add-ons to the intimate relief package will cost him extra, but it was obvious that his employer payed for the whole stay, including any extras.
I enter the room. It's already prepared. I can see several buttplugs on the table, lube, vibes and rope. He had requested that I wear a ball gag when I'm not sucking him off, so he wouldn't have to hear me talk. There are several other things and toys in a box for later.
I take off my clothes. Boss will be taking them into my locker when he leaves.
"Your ready?", he asks and I nod. My jaw will hurt after sucking off the customer and wearing the ball gag for the whole night. It's the first thing he puts on me, strapping it tight behind my head. I can already feel drool gathering in the corner of my mouth. The slut drools on herself; they love it.
He binds my hands behind my back. It's a pretty standard request, especially with businessmen. They like being in control, but this one goes further than that.
My boss sets up a chair. There are two dildos installed on it. Boss lubes both of them up. I can see that he's getting hard. No matter how often he sets the hotel's sluts up for the intimate relief package, he always gets hard doing it.
He leads me over to the chair and steadies me as I align my cunt and asshole with the dildos. They're both quite large. It seems to be the customers way to make sure I'm prepared. Maybe it's better this way, the last few didn't particularly like fucking my ass - they got off while shooting their cum inside my pussy. So if he actually wants to fuck my ass I better be prepared for it.
I feel the bigger dildo at my pussy now and sink down onto it until the other one nudges my asshole. I moan a little when the boss pushes at my shoulders. Both dildos glide into me until I'm fully seated, the sensation is overwhelming, making me moan at how full I feel.
I glance at the clock in the room. It'll be another two hours until the customer comes here and I'll have to wait, stuffed full of fake cock. The thought makes me mewl.
"Good slut", says the boss. His cock is out and he's stroking himself. But then he stops and starts strapping my ankles to the legs of the chair. My arms are bound and trapped behind me. With a lot of effort, I could try and fuck myself on the cocks, but I don't try. It's not a good idea while the boss is still here, he'll think I'm not being used enough and then he'll schedule training sessions and I work enough as it is. This hotel is famous for its intimate relief packages and other extras like free-use sluts in the pool area and cockwarming services during meetings.
The boss is rummaging around in the box, pulling out nipple clamps. I have to moan again at the sight of them. I must've missed them in the instruction sheets. My nipples are so sensitive that it'll be a pain to have to wait until they're properly played with by the customer. Boss attaches them while I keep moaning around the gag. He adds a chain to them and tugs as if it was the reigns of a horse. Bastard's grinning, too. He knows how sensitive they are and they've already been hard from the sensation of being filled like this.
He tugs at them occasionally while he strokes himself. I know he won't finish on me or the customer will be displeased but the sight of his hard cock is driving me insane while I can't get any friction like this. I feel frustrated already, stuffed like this with no way to get off. He notices it in my gaze.
"Horny, huh, slut? You want these cocks fucking you, right?" he asks and I nod.
"Want some clit stimulation too, huh?", and I nod frantically, yes, please, anything. But he's just laughing at how horny and desperate I am already.
"You'll have to wait sweetheart", he says. "But I don't think you'll get bored", he adds and winks at me. "Now that you're all set up, the reception desk will inform him. Both dildos currently lodged inside your tight holes are remote controlled. He has the app installed already on his phone. The access code will be given to him any minute now. You'll have some fun until he gets here."
My eyes get huge at that. It's two hours until he's due to come to his room and both of my holes are filled with vibes?? I'm already overwhelmed at the fullness, I don't know how I'll manage- uuuuuh. My eyes flutter close as the rod in my ass starts to vibrate at the highest setting. I mewl and moan and the last thing I hear before the door closes is my boss laughing.
He'll get one of the other sluts to suck him off, I know it.
The vibrations stops as soon as it came, making me so much more desperate than before, but then the vibe in my pussy starts to vibrate at a low setting.
Oh god. It might be two hours, but it'll feel like a lifetime. I watch the clock as the vibes get off irregularly. The customer really wants me to be desperate and ready for him. He seems to know how much I'd need to get off and stops before I reach orgasm.
lucky for you, you're a quick learner. you have come to understand the quirks of behavior, the rules, that come with cohabitating with your tentacled guest.
rule 1: always slake its thirst.
it drinks your juices up greedily, milking you for more whenever one orgasm isnt enough. there's no fighting it, when it's got direct access to your clit and your holes, and about as many tentacles as there are stars in the sky. no matter where you are or what you're doing, when it's thirsty, you WILL be cumming hard. so you've learned pretty quickly how to put together a pretty solid poker face, even as it pounds a twisted braid of tentacles inside you and makes the most perverted squishing noises come out of your pussy. you're still working on not doubling over, but it's enough when you're just videoconferencing with your team. at least they cant see how your knees are shuddering closed around the frantically pumping bulge in your panties.
rule 2: when it goes dormant, do not disturb it with quick movements or loud noises.
your guest is something of a light sleeper, and extremely petty. if you wake it, either by jostling it too much or by exposing it to sudden noises, you're fucked for the next few hours. it will pinch and twist at your clit and ram mercilessly inside you, almost like a downstairs neighbor with a broom, against your cervix until it's satisfied that you get the hint. you've learned to wear noise cancelling bluetooth headphones any time you're expecting a call, just so the ringing doesn't disturb your guest. you made the mistake once of letting your manager's call go unanswered and it held you hostage, whimpering piteously against the cruel pinching on your clit and the harsh, unexpected railing, for the better part of the afternoon. you told your manager you'd been puking into the toilet, as an excuse for why you answered the call with mascara running down your reddened cheeks. you're not sure she bought it.
rule 3: don't even think about removing it.
as far as it's concerned, your hole belongs to it, and your top priority is to keep it near your hole. you're not even sure how it understands this, but if it even gets the slightest hint that you want it out of your pants, it will caress and gently suck and stroke your clit with dozens of tiny suckers until you're teetering on the brink of an excellent orgasm. and then it will keep you on that edge for as long as it deems necessary to convince you that you need it attached to your hole. it'll tease you by slipping one or two skinny tentacles in your hole and twisting and knotting them inside you-- noticeable enough to bring a moan to your lips, but not substantial enough to stimulate a full orgasm. or by gently strumming against your clit with a hundred tiny nubs, simulating the firmness and wetness of a very insistent tongue. it will hold you on the edge, keep you wet and dazed, for days or weeks. whatever it takes for it to break you of the thought that you don't need it in you constantly, forever. you've made that mistake twice. the first time, it let you cum after three tortured days. the second time, it kept you right on the edge for three agonizing months. both times, when you were allowed to cum, the orgasm was so hard and powerful you passed out. when you came to, you felt sore and used and unaware of how much time had passed. of how many times it had used your unconscious body for its own pleasure.
Can you make one where you say the safe word because Regina was going to ruff because she had a bad day and she was having attitude with everyone that day plssssss🙏🏾
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Stress Relief
|| Regina George x fem!reader
|| Warnings; smut, Regina fucking reader senseless, strap on uses, reader receiving, safe word used, swearing, dom Regina, bottom reader, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, short ish drabble
|| Summary; when Regina's had a rough day, reader becomes her relief.
Requests open!
Started; october 27th
Finished; october 27th
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Home. Regina couldn't have gotten there faster with you. She was so sick of everyone. And she needed some sort of relief, you just happened to be the closest thing to her. Which meant you got dragged to the blonde's room. You followed behind your girlfriend helplessly, realizing exactly what you were in for. On days like this... you just knew you wouldn't be able to walk the next day. Regina was in a mood. You were her stress relief.
"Hurry up." Regina demanded, glancing back at you. You sighed and moved your pace a little faster before she shoved you into her room. She took you to her bed and forced you to lay down, grabbing your chin to look into her eyes. She debated saying something, but scrapped it and just kissed you roughly. The kiss was bruising as she bit your lip, you whimpered in response and gripped at her arms. Trying your best to keep up with Regina's pace. She wasn't holding anything back. When she parted, your lips were swollen.
Regina reached for the bedside drawer, grabbing the strap on and lube." Take your clothes off." She demanded, leaving zero room for arguments. You easily complied, getting your clothes off as she lubed the silicone dick. She got it attached as you discarded the last of your clothing to the floor. Regina's hands came and gripped at your hips," stop squirming." She practically growled out her command and you did your best to follow.
She aligned the strap with your entrance, then pushed herself in without warning. Earning a sharp gasp from you as your hand flew to grip the sheets while you bit your other. Regina pulled your hand away from your mouth, her nails digging into your skin as her eyes bore into yours. "I want to fucking hear you." Regina's hand moved from yours to back on your chin, gripping the skin to keep your focus on her. You whimpered at her touch, body trembling as her hips went back then snapped forward.
You moaned, clawing at the sheets as Regina thrusted into you. Then again. And again. Each thrust getting harder and faster than the last as she worked up to the pace she wanted. As each thrust got harder, each of your moans got louder and your head tilted back but she forced you to look at her again. Regina's thumb moved into your mouth as she made you suck on her. Your eyes locked on hers. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. Followed by your muffled screams of pleasure. She didn't stop even after you'd released on her twice, Regina wasn't giving you any breaks today. You felt helpless, unable to do anything but make strings of moans as your body felt limp. Completely in her control.
Your eyes tightened shut as you felt your stomach knot; a third orgasm creeping up on you. You tried to speak but she had you fucked senseless. You whimpered as you came undone again, your mouth dry and head spinning. You desperately needed water and a moment to breathe. But Regina clearly wasn't letting you have either. You weakly slapped at her arm, trying to get her attention.
"Re- Regin-" You gave up trying to say her name, switching to your safe word instead. Desperate to get her attention and make her stop," pi- pin-" Regina froze when she heard you trying to say 'pink'. Her mind quickly registering the safe word and forcing herself to stop. Looking down at you with wide eyes when she realized for the first time just how out of you were. She'd gone too hard.
"Shit." Regina muttered, taking herself out of you and quickly getting you a glass of water. She handed you the glass and then helped you drink as she laid down next to you. Her hand on the back of your head to keep you up. The water pouring down your throat, giving you the refresher you needed. Your eyes rolled back and you slumped onto the bed. Chest heaving. Regina's eyes took in your tired form, seeing just how much she roughed you up." Baby... you there?" She asked quietly. Trying to figure out just how far gone you were.
You tried to nod, letting her know you heard her which made her relax a little." Fuck, I'm sorry." She murmured, giving your cheek a gentle kiss. You leaned into her and she held you close, setting the water on your bedside as she brushed your skin with her thumb.
Regina kept you in her arms, letting you regain some of your strength," would you like me to run a bath?" She asked, looking down to you.
"Please.." You croaked out, able to speak even at least a little now. She stayed with you for a moment longer before going to run your bath. Knowing she had a night of after care ahead of her.
thinking about the kind of werewolf boyfriend who eases his knot that’s definitely too big for you into you but does it in such a gentle manner.
Just his cock alone up to the knot fills you comfortably, but he holds you close and keeps pushing it in until you’re gasping.
“I think it’s too big for me to take.” You mutter, but he rubs your back and kisses your forehead as the top of the swell breaches your hole.
“You’re doing so good though, honey…taking it so well….” His praise is so gentle along with the way he’s carefully working it into you, never mind the fact it’s so big it’s pushing you to your limits.
When he’s finally worked it into you it feels like he’s inside your stomach with how unbelievably large it is, nestled deep and working you open.
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Currently imagining having a pretty boy in heat on his hands and knees, legs held apart by a bar, a comfortable cushion tilting his hips up into the air exposing his dripping, sensitive pussy. Mounting him, feeling how wet and tight he is as I stretch him around my cock. My fangs nipping at the scruff of his neck as I pound into him, his needy whimpers urging me on. Rutting into him for what feels like hours, too focused on properly breeding his puppycunt to stop after he cums a dozen times, overstimulating him into a moaning, blissed out mess, begging me to knot him. Nearing my own climax and pulling him farther down on my dick, nearly dragging him, my claws digging into his hips. Forcing my knot into his cunt with a wet pop. Pumping rope after rope of thick cum directly against his cervix, his pussy walls spasming, milking every drop it can from my cock as he orgasms one last time. Panting & holding him close, praising him for how well he took my knot, and what a good little breeding bitch he makes.
idea for you: living statue/golem bf (I'd say play smash or pass with this too but I think it's too vague ;;)
A/N: This was SO FUN to write… Damn.
Size kink going brr
Golem x fem!reader || size kink, semi-public sex
When your friends asked you to go out with them, you were going to refuse. At least, that was until one of them said it was monster night at the bar you usually went to, and that piqued your interest. As soon as you entered, you were assaulted with all kinds of different monsters, which only made your interest grow. You’ve been with a bunch of men, but you never tried to fuck a monster before, and right now…
Right now your pussy was quivering at the same wavelength of the fucking massive monster looking at you from across the room. Your friend whispered in your ear that he was a golem, a very rare monster that didn’t go out that much because of his size. You didn’t care if he was rare, or that he looked big enough to squeeze you with only one hand, because your pussy was tingling and your size kink was going brr.
He stared at you from across the bar, his big body towering over everyone else and you had to press your thighs together as you felt your core clench around nothing. Fuck, you’ve never reacted so strongly to somebody before, but the way his eyes are boring into your skin from across the bar is enough to have you gasping for air in desperation.
You watch as he crosses the floor, his steps measured as everyone gets back while he passes, his body way too big, way too tall… He’s a fucking golem walking your way, and instead of feeling scared, you feel giddy. Giddy with possibilities, giddy with anticipation, and above all, giddy with arousal.
He stops before you, and you have to tilt your head back… and back… and back some more to be able to look at his face. He doesn’t seem to mind it, he’s looking at you with a heat in his eyes and when he says a simple “I saw you across the bar and dig your vibe,” you know he’s probably lying and just wants to get his dick we, but you’re more than fine with being the one to wet it.
He literally kneels down in front of you, still so much taller than you, to ask for permission to kiss you in a soft voice. You agree and his big mouth is devouring yours. You moan against his lips and he growls. With a short “Do you want this?” He grabs your hand and puts it over his way too big cock. You moan a yes, and he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking to the special monster bathroom, big enough to hold at least twenty humans, but feeling crowded as he walks in with you.
He undresses you and stares, licking his lips and pinching one of your nipples to make you cry out. He looks utterly obscene all dressed up as you are completely vulnerable in front of him. His voice is hoarse when he asks to manhandle you, and you can’t agree fast enough.
Before you realize it, he’s holding you against the wall with only one hand as he fucks two fingers into your sopping wet pussy. They feel as big as your biggest dildo, and you ride them to orgasm twice before he agrees to give you a taste of his cock. He pushes in with a great struggle, your human pussy way too tiny for his giant dick, but with a bit of coaching and playing with your clit, you finally get the tip of it inside.
It’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and he can barely fit much more than the tip inside, but he doesn’t seem to care as he bounces you over it, grunting and moaning and making you gush around it as you lose sense of time and space. All your neurons are focused on the place where you’re stretched to the max as he fucks you dumb. You come two more times before he’s fucking a load into you.
By the time he pulls out, your legs can’t hold you up and there’s so much come leaking out of you that you feel a bit like a fountain. He laughs when you tell him that, and helps you clean up as best as he can before helping you up. His big hand is holding you completely as you try to walk, your steps looking similar to a faun’s. Your friends all greet you with knowing smirks as he bends over to kiss your forehead, slipping his phone between your hands and asking for your number. You’re more than eager to give it to him if it means he can fuck you another dozen times… or maybe more than that.
A/N: Have you seen Monster Inc? The snow monster? Yeah. So… Hear me out.
Abominable x fem!reader || public sex, knotting, size kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, role-play, oral sex, squirting, dirty talk
Your partner for the night is an abominable, all tall and furry. You haven’t seen his dick yet, but you are more than ready to see it. You want him desperately, and the way he keeps looking your way as you walk around the bar and serve patrons, he’s not much better. He slaps your ass as you pass by him, making you let out a tiny scream followed by a cheerful laugh. You like him. He’s fun and flirty… Also big as a wall. Just the way you like your monsters.
It’s all planned, he’s supposed to grunt at you when you pass by and throw you over the next table, pushing up your long skirt and lowering your corset for everyone to see. You’ve come to love the dinner spectacle, especially being the center of attention as your pussy is pounded by the monster of the night and all the attendees stare at you. It’s exhilarating and fills all your monster fantasies, plus the exhibitionism ones.
But this one you are especially excited. You’ve never fucked an abominable, and there was something about him that was driving you insane with desire. So as soon as you feel him passing by you and hear the grunt he lets out, you pussy is dripping.
He bends you over the table, face pressed against the wood as the naga sitting in front of you lets out a strangled noise, spilling her drink all over herself as you try not to giggle. The abominable behind you is more than ready to play his part, though. Your skirt is being pushed up, and you expect to feel his dick against your entrance, as everyone else does, but it’s not that.
You feel his tongue.
A very big and wet tongue against your pussy that makes you scream as you writhe in pleasure over the table. Your hands grab the edge of the table for dear life as he starts fucking you with his way too long tongue, hitting your G-spot with the pointy tip and making you see stars. It doesn’t last much, but it’s enough to have you dripping with desire at the edge of what feels like an earth shattering orgasm.
He pulls back with a smack of his slips, like he’s savoring how you taste as he leans over your body and grabs you by the hair, carefully but securely. He pushes you up, at the same time he pushes his huge dick inside of you. Good luck you are more than used to monster sizes, because he feels like he’s going to rip you in two.
You can feel him at the back of your throat, and as he pushes your body up you can feel his dick going deeper. And deeper. And even deeper until you can barely breath as he kisses your neck and pulls your corset down, spilling your boobs as one of his hands pinches your nipples and makes you clench around him.
He roars at the sensation, and you feel powerful for a total of two seconds before he starts bouncing your body over his dick. His arm is holding you up by your middle, bouncing you on his dick, when his other hand grabs the skirt and pushes it up, exposing your dripping spread pussy to everyone to see. The attendees cheer and clap, some of them already jerking themselves, some of them looking expectantly as you are fucked within an inch of your life.
You’ve never felt like that before. You’ve fucked many, many monsters, but somewhat he feels better, bigger. He feels fucking fantastic inside of you as he keeps hitting every single pleasure point at once. His thrusts are controlled and hard, his sharp teeth against your ear when he starts talking, only for you to hear.
“I bet you look sinful, all spread and being fucked. They are loving it, they are loving seeing your lush human body being bounced on my giant dick. And you love it too, don’t you? Of course you do, you are a dirty, dirty woman. You love monster cock, you are dripping around my cock, I can feel how my balls are getting wet with your juices…” His words are making something inside of you shake. None of the others talked dirty to you, and you had suck a weak spot for that. Fuck. “Such a… Dirty. Little. Whore,” he punctuates each word with a thrust and your brain short-circuits.
You come around him without warning, your body sizing as he keeps holding you down for everyone to see, grabbing you by the legs and pushing them up, exposing you even more. Everyone cheer with your orgasm, some of the attendees coming at the same time as you do. Normally it would end there, but tonight…
Tonight you are going to be knotted for the first time.
“Are you ready, little whore? Are you ready to be knotted with my abominable dick?” You nod vehemently, bobbing your head so fast you almost get dizzy.
He chuckles, and you feel something even bigger than his dick pressing against your entrance. It feels massive, but you are so stretched and relaxed after your orgasm that it only takes him a couple more thrust to fit inside of you. It expands even bigger, locking against your G-spot as you feel the first shot of his come inside of you.
And something breaks.
You feel your body convulsing as you start squirting all over the place, splashing all the attendees in the table you are being fucked in front of, the naga from before screaming scandalized as someone laughs. The sounds of the crowd are deafening as you squirt all over the place, and he roars behind you, his come filling you to the brim, some of it slipping around his big knot and making a mess of his fur. You don’t care. You can’t care. The pleasure you are in is so big, so high, you feel like your body doesn’t belong to you anymore.
You hear the clapping sounds as everyone congratulates you loudly, you are half limp over his knot as he still comes one more time. His knot deflates and the crowd gets crazy when he pulls out and they see the amount of cum leaking out of you. You are so tired you can’t hold yourself up, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s covering you and holding you against his warm body, holding you close as he walks with you to the back room.
“Well… That went incredibly, if I say so myself,” he says with a chuckle, sitting on a big sofa with you sprawled across his chest.
“Wow…” It’s the only thing you can say as he laughs harder, the movement making some more of his cum to leak out of you, making you moan.
That draws his attention back to your used hole. “I think your pussy is my new favorite place,” he whispers against your ear as he pushes his come back inside with his finger. You moan again, and he chuckles. “I will give you a break, but just know I’ll be fucking you dumb again... Soon.”
Hear me out, sapphic werewolf x human x vampire and the humans in the middle
I only let myself work on this for two days otherwise it would be way too long ahsgshIGsznjah
Your mind👀🐺🧃
Just made up ocs
MINORS DNI.
Content: threesome, fingering, teasing, squirting,whimpering and whining,
(Magda)Vampire x(Tourmaline)werewolf
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Vampire buddy set you up on a blind date. Werewolf buddy sets you up on another.
Plot twist: its for each other and they've been dying to have a three way with you for sometime
“There, good.” Kneeling on the bed behind you Magda spreads your thighs wider. Her bare hips
press against your back. Her fingers dance up and down along your sides. Skimming your
curves and teasing along the bottom of the cute lingerie top.
If one could call it a top. It barely contains your breasts. It was so small. But even with Magda’s
fingers gliding beneath the cup and rubbing along the bottom of your sensitive tit, you can't
concentrate on her.
You had another problem. One just as enticing. Watching the zipper of Tourmaline’s dress
come undone. Slowly inch by inch the slinky fabric falls away, her dark stained lips smiling
brightly.
Never trust a werewolf to set you up on a blind date. Tourmaline had laughed and reassured
you, “I know the perfect person to keep your hands busy.”
Never trust a vampire to set you up on a blind date. Magda had batted her eyelashes and told
you she knew the “perfect playmate and companion.”
Because it would turn out the answer was: both of them.
“What about me?” Magda scrapes her fangs along your neck. Causing you to startle back
whimpering.
“How am I supposed to choose between either of you? It's not fair.” Reaching back you clutch
her hips, ushering her flush against you. Magda’s breasts pressing against your back and her
sweet perfume wafting over you. Hissing you inhale slow and steady. “It's not fair.” You
emphasize again. Her hips teasingly grind against your ass.
Magda chuckles mirthful and sweet. “Life isnt about fair. Its about taking what you want.” Her
fingernails scrape along your side until graceful fingers grasp your throat, “and you? You want to
be taken dont you?”
“Y-yes.” You murmur, appreciating how Magda nuzzles against you so tenderly. It makes your
heart pound louder and louder in your ears. A predator so close to the kill yet it uses its fangs for
anything but.
Despite Magda’s hand on your throat and her nails tapping against your skin, your willingness is
increasing.
Forebodingly, the bed dips.
Raising your eyes you find your lovely werewolf grabbing your chin. Tourmaline’s smile turned
lopsided, completely snatching your attention and your lips.
Your breath mingles. Turning to pants and moans while your tongues play a heavy game of
chase. Tourmaline’s kiss turning deeper and rougher. Rough like her fingers on your clit. Smiling
and laughing against your lips with every squeak and pitiful gasp.
Her lipstick stains your mouth, and you don't care. It's joining the lipstick smearing on your neck
and shoulders.
You cant care because as soon as Tourmaline had your clit in her grasp, Magda’s hand slides
down the curve of your ass. Parting your vulnerable body until she comes upon you.
Massaging your folds in long succulent strokes. Each one pressing firmer and firmer against
you. Each one leaves you shaking and hungrier for more.
It doesn't take long for you to fall apart. Magda’s laughter fills your ear, her lips placing hickies
along your neck and shoulder. Your hips jolt and grind against both of them.
Delightedly they absorb your mewls and the staggering of your hips.They press you between
them.
Tourmaline undoes your top, pressing her breasts against yours. Her free hand rubbing her
nipple against your pert bud. Her growling moan fills the small space between you.
Magda roughly gropes Tourmaline’s plump tit. Squishing and squeezing the werewolf to a
whining mess. A display that only seems to arouse her because soon Tourmalines nipple is
being twisted and pinched in ways that make you shudder. But she's whimpering, dark
eyelashes fluttering closed.
Tourmaline’s body stiffens. Enduring the attention with the same dedication she had always
shown you. “Mags, I think we should take care of dinner before we go to dessert.”
The pair exchange glances and you swallow. “Oh no.” Your raw whisper only pulls more devious
smirks.
“Oh yes.” Magda purrs against your ear. Her fingers slide out, firmly thrusting them back inside
you. Your back arches as the jolt of pleasure curls your toes
“Mhmm.” Tourmaline tosses her hair over her shoulder. Inhaling long and steady. Free hand
running up along your body’s cenrral line. Slowing back down once she reaches your lips. “The
lengths I go to control myself around you two.” She mutters, shaking her head a pitying look
playing out in her eyes. Her thumb harshly runs along your lower lip.
Tourmaline calls your name, beckoning your attention. Once she has your gaze she presses her
fingers against your lips. “Be good for me and slick these up.” Her head tilts, watching you obey.
Sucking on both her fingers.
While your lips are full of Tourmaline’s fingers, Magda sinks two fingers into you. Pleasure
rushes over you. The flood is so deep you cry out around her fingers. Both of them still.
Predators watching prey ensnared between them. The perfect trap.
Watching you stretching around her pistoning fingers with hungry fascination.
“You’re so ready for me, baby.” Magda praises, placing an open kiss on your shoulder. “So wet
and ready to be fucked.”
Your pussy squelches and sucks Magda’s fingers in. All for her long fingers to curl and rub you
just right. Your eyes roll the moment she finds the spot.
Still your cute whimpers are silenced by Tourmaline’s fingers. “Mags is nice. I'm going to go wild
on your pussy.” She giggles, loving every moment your hips shift taking Magda’s fingers harder.
Magda leans over your shoulder, watching how your pretty lips suck on Tourmaline’s fingers.
How obediently you take everything the werewolf gives. No question or hesitation. Despite your
rising pleasure and hitching breath you didnt stop taking both sets of fingers. It just spurned you
on. Hands clinging to Tourmaline’s shoulders to stay balanced between them.
“Keep sucking. That's right. Just like that. “ Tourmaline purrs, cruelly pressing your clit in time
with Magda’s fingers. Each press comes interchangeably with a circular rub over your throbbing
clit. Its too much, your mind is going hazy.
All you can release are frantic moans until you reach your limit and the world shatters. Heat
floods your body while you tremble and shake. Body spasming and dripping down upon
Magda’s fingers.
Tourmaline’s smokey laughter floods your ears as you cum.
Of course they hold you up. Breasts squished against yours and against your back. Softness on
softness on softness. Lipstick smeared all over your face and neck. But still you suck on
Tourmaline’s fingers.
“I love this view.” Magda hums, her fingers rubbing along your soft spasming ceiling. Her bright
eyes aglow in the dimming room. Night was falling and with it your companions self control.
Tourmaline’s fingers slip from your mouth. Bending, she kisses your forehead. She was always
sweet to you. Always kind. Only cracking an eye when Magda clears her throat.
“C’mere. I want a taste.” Magda grabs Tourmaline’s hair, roughly pulling her into a kiss. You
watch in a haze as their tongues sweep and dance. The way their growls vibrate your ribs sends
an aroused chill along your spine.
Your fingers travel down Tourmaline’s stomach. Following the hair down to where she glistens.
But she catches your wrist.“Not yet. You haven't earned that reward.”
“Mm its true. A lot of work still left to do if you don't want to be the toy.”Laughtering dying, she
shares a glance with Tourmaline. “Shall we?”Inside you, Magda’s fingers lurch upward, rushing
over every sensitive spot.
Oh no! Oh no!
Tourmaline nods in approval. Her finger slips through your folds, joining Magda’s deep inside
your body. Between them your cries turn frail. Their pace is brutally slow.
You've never had this many fingers inside you. Never had such a deep need for penetration like
this. Your head falls forward onto Tourmaline. Struggling to maintain your sanity. Then back onto
Magda. Unable to find solace in the slow torture they were inflicting.
“Please!” You plead over and over. Your body helplessly rocks and bounces, riding their fingers.
But it was no use. They were marinating you and getting off on your helplessness.
Pinning you firmly between them they enjoy every moment wringing your orgasms from
you.Kisses exchanging back and forth until all your faces are covered. Connecting with spider
webs of saliva. Your thighs dripping and the smell of sex heady in the air.
Heavy and only growing stronger with each passing moment.
i wanna see a possessive dryad, who has been watching and following their human and has finally decided to claim them!
Possessive women my beloved
Happy Earth Day: Post Four
A little community service was all you had to do to wipe those pesky speeding tickets off your record. The little patch of woods never seems to stay clean, and you can’t help but feel like those trees are extra resilient. So many others had been chopped down, torn up, demolished over all. Yet, the ones in this little patch survived. Therefore, when the community service ended, you decided to keep going back.
Of course you had no idea that one tree held a dryad who had become increasingly obsessed with you. Many humans came and went, leaving litter, some even cleaning it occasionally, but you were the only one she’d seen that came on a regular schedule just because. There was no threats, no more guards with guns patrolling the area as you picked up litter. No, it was just you in ratty jeans with your hair tied up.
Over the next several months, you go to the park to clean up. You suggest to the city to install more trashcans, and dog stations with plastic bags so owners would be more inclined to pick up after them. Every time she hears you talking about ways to improve the park, or to help keep it cleaner, she loves you a little more. Soon the need to have you is overwhelming.
One warm spring morning, you come like most Wednesdays to clean up the park. You spear the litter, tidy the bulletin board to make sure no papers flutter off, and check to make sure the trashcans aren’t full. When you get to the little patch of forest, you’re floored when you see a gorgeous woman leaning against your favorite tree.
“H-Hi,” you choke out, your eyes fixed on her stunning form.
Her eyes are a sparkling emerald, with hair the color of bark and skin the color of dirt. She’s slender and nimble looking. Her nose is pinched and upturned in a soft curve. You’re practically salivating over her.
“Hi,” she smiles as she gestures for you to come closer, and you do.
As soon as you walk up to her, she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Her lips find yours hurriedly, almost desperately, and you can’t help but return her urgency. Lips working against each others. Tongues curling around each others and retreating in invitation. Surging forward in haste. She whines softly against your lips, tangling her fingers in your hair.
Soon enough you’re hiking up her dress to dip your fingers into her dripping cunt. Her not wearing panties sends a thrill through you. There’s no one in the park. No one is going to catch you, so who cares? Not that you think you could stop now anyway.
As soon as she cums on your fingers, you know you’re hooked on all the little sounds she makes, the way her cunt flutters around your fingers. Gods, she would taste so good. You just know it.
She kisses you messily, tugging you against her as she falls against her tree. You don’t know how, but you know. You know what she is. The tree you’ve taken such good care of, always checked before the other trees, ate under, sat under, read under, even napped under, made it so she could easily watch you the entire time. Strangely, that makes your heart flutter.
You know that this dryad wants you, and only you. As her fingers dig into your scalp while she pulls you tighter, you also know that you’ll gladly be hers.
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Imagine working on an estate and
accidentally angering a house fae
NSFW MINORS DNI.
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Contents: imagine style: human!f x household fae!m.Dubious deals,squirting, breeding ( if you squint) and tit worship.
You spill the milk. You make a deal to get a fae a drink-and that was the biggest mistake EVER.
● In your defense NO ONE HAD TOLD YOU ABOUT THE BOWL OF MILK
● So of COURSE you cleaned it up!
● Thats when everything went wrong and everyone was blaming you.
● It was a BOWL OF MILK it was going to get rancid!!
● But things kept getting worse. Dishes broken. Cupboards flung open. Fresh food spoiled.
Your hair violently yanked on more than one occasion as you locked up the kitchen for
the evening.
Finally after a particularly awful day you had had ENOUGH. Turning to face the empty
kitchen you straighten your violated hair back into its mandated style. Smoothing out
your apron only to roll up and fidget with the edges. Eyes nervously etching out terrifying
figures in the soft lamp lit room.
● “Very well! I did it and i would like to make it right!” You call out still picking a shadow to
scrutinize. Surely this was a trick from the other staff. Surely they were just joking with
the new maid.
● “You spilled my milk?” A voice seeps from somewhere beyond the island counter.
● Before you can stop yourself you laugh. “Ha! Ah sorry! Such a phrase. But i see it has
hurt your feelings.” slowly walking to peer over into the darkness you tentatively peak
over the edge. “I did not know about your milk.”
● “You have left me thirsty! It is unacceptable behavior for all the work i do!”
● “ aye i agree i agree. How may i make this right?” Wrong question
● In hindsight VERY wrong question!
● For when his long clawed hand sneaks up to grasp the counter and you meet his shining
dark eyes you are overcome with dread.
● His hand cups your face. Palms rough and textured from work. He was. Manish enough
but also all wrong. You cannot take your eyes off his face. Frozen. “You? Make it right?
Hmmm.”
● You dont notice his other hand until it undoes the second button on your dress. Then
another and another.
● “give me a drink.” He demands another button coming undone. You feel the cold night air
on the swell of your breasts.
● “Y-yes sir.” But you cant move to fetch a glass.
He wont let you.
● He holds you still by the chin. Smug smile growing. “I will drink from you whenever i am
thirsty.”
● “Oh but sir i uhm i-” before you can finish his mouth latches onto your breast. Sucking
and rubbing. Roughly playing with your chest as your mewls turn to soft panting moans.
● “Pardon!?” But its too late. Hes tugged your apron down beneath your breasts popping
them up. With a slash of a claw the fabric is shredded and youre exposed to him.
● With some sort of magic you are floated up to sit on the counter. He stands between
your legs,spreading them wide just like his smile. Mischief dancing in his eyes.“a deal
Is a deal.”
● His mouth works, free hand pushing your skirt up over your thighs where he makes quick
work exposing the rest of you. Finger rubbing your clit until youre wet and trembling.
● Your breasts and cunt ache for more. Trembling against him. Your fingers lacing through
the thick fur like hair along his head.
His tail waving excitedly.
● Your cries echo in the empty kitchen. Growing louder and more frantic as he pounds into
your body. His eyes never leaving your bouncing breasts. Taking what was his until he
spills inside you.And then he does it again with his mouth latched around your breast.
● Popping off your breast he presses you back to lay on the counter. Hand knotting in the
top of your apron between your breasts. Pulling your body towards him and right onto his
hard cock.
Tormenting you
until you're squirting for him.
● “Sir sir please i can't do another one!” You moan as you gasp for air.
● Again and again you cum. More and more pooling on the counter. Your stomach feels
full of his spend as an inhuman seed takes root inside you.
● “Sssh ssssh sssh ssssh. You can and you will. I'm almost done for the night.”
● He fucked you until you fall limp. As you wake up you can see him and his tongue
lapping up your pleasure from the table.
● His eyes meet yours- and he's gone.
● Until the next night when he drinks from you again…..
🫡Fic format/continuations available upon request.🫡
omg now that person has got me back in my ghost era
imagine you’re playing with yourself in front of a mirror and then suddenly something invisible grabs you. your legs are yanked apart and long story short, it makes you watch how your pussy gapes and drools around the ghost’s massive cock.
Kinky invasion
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You know it’s not very lady-like to be playing with yourself in front of the mirror. You are pretty sure there’s some kind of sin related to this one, probably lust or gluttony or something, because you can’t stop staring at your hot center parting for the glass dildo you are using in yourself.
You know it’s filthy, but the thought of somebody watching you the way you are watching yourself makes you gush around the dildo and makes your stomach contract as you get closer and closer to the edge. You see a shadow behind you, and you think it’s a trick of the light, too focused on your pleasure to mind whatever the fuck the bright light is.
But not two seconds later, you feel a caress in the inside of your thigh, and when you look down it feels like there’s something there, as if the air is somewhat distorted around your thigh. But like the perverted girl you are, you open your legs a bit further, fucking your pussy harder as you throw your head back and moan. You feel another light touch, this time to your side. And another on your back. And another against your naked breasts.
“What the-?”
You don’t finish the question before the air around you gets electrified, hands appearing out of nowhere and holding your legs far apart. Two more hands holding yours behind your back as you watch your dildo being pulled out of you in a rush. You don’t have time to react before there’s something big pressing inside of you.
Across you, there’s nothing in the mirror, but you can’t fight against the restrains as a dick as big as you’ve ever felt, as big as your biggest dildo, gets pushed inside of you and you are fucked within an inch of your life. The pace is punishing, and the sight before you is more than obscene, is almost sinful as your pussy is fucked open over and over. You can see your pink insides as the ghostly cock destroys your pussy.
And when you open your mouth to scream, you feel the tip of another one being pushed down your throat. They aren’t careful, they aren’t soft, they fuck you with everything they have and a bit more as you sit there, completely overwhelmed by pleasure as two ghosts have their way with you.
By the time you come, they are fucking you like machines, your throat feels raw and your pussy is gushing juices out of you with each thrust. They aren’t looking for your pleasure, but that doesn’t stop you from coming either way.
You feel the air crackling with more energy, literal sparks flying around you as you feel the dick in your mouth throb as it releases in the back of your throat, his hands releasing your arms as they grab your head and push you against his invisible groin so they empty himself as far as possible. You observe how your mouth is obscenely open, your drool dripping around the edges of your lips and warm come filling your throat until you are coughing and he’s pulling back.
But they aren’t done.
The one between your legs grabs forcefully your hips. He’s so rough you can see the imprints of ghostly hands against your love-handles as they bury themselves hard enough to hit your cervix and they fill you up to the brim. You watch mesmerized how the come drips down around his dick, lining his shape before he releases you completely.
You stare into the mirror as come drips from your chin and pussy, and wonder how can you make that happen again.
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