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The concept of being borrowed is so hot. Your partners friend asking to borrow you, and you donât get a say, theyâre not asking you. Your partner has the power, the say in who can borrow you, who you have to listen to, what theyâre allowed to do to you. And you just go along with it, like a good puppy
Concept: Weâre traveling together to some far away place, and youâre looking peacefully outside the airplane window, but I canât stop staring at you instead.
need to walk in on my knight jerking off with my token of favour. handkerchief wrapped around his dick, wet spot visible through the fabric, hand in his mouth to keep from yelping at the feeling. knights when they are obsessed w me and totallyyy pathetic about it.
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Prince who canât take his full coterie of knights with him to school and so is overwhelmed by their hungry touch when heâs back for the winter break
He's a little spoiled, the prince â the type who's good at basically everything he tries, who looks down his nose at those who don't, can't excel as easily as he does. (That's how he ended up in this relationship with his knights to begin with. Pushed a few too many buttons, got what was coming to him, and liked it enough to arrange a few more incidents before his knights caught him in burly grip and informed him there was no need to beat around the bush when they could all see how much he liked getting passed around between them.) It's a school for teaching young leaders-to-be, a multilateral project to gather all the world's best scholars in one place to ensure no wars are fought over which kingdom's royalty get the best education; even here, the prince excels, easily passing his classes and turning his nose up at the jealous whispers which follow him after the announcement of class scores.
(Old habits die hard.)
The students here largely keep to themselves, accustomed to commanding all the attention in a room and unpracticed with making genuine connections, which doesn't exactly help the prince's nonexistent social life. He doesn't need one, really, he's above such things, but... but he misses the easy camaraderie of the knights, the way they'll brashly knock each other's shoulders as they pass by or collect him into beefcake hugs. He's achy and needy for all the sex he isn't getting, but the touch starvation is worse â he keeps wrapping his own elbows around himself, leaning into his own hand when he combs his hair out, nuzzling in every time his chin accidentally brushes his own shoulder, and it's embarrassing as all hell. So he's a little on edge, a little snappish, when a teacher insists he take on the worst student in the class for personal tutoring, but... A prince is gracious. He accepts.
His new student is very bad at being a princess. Doesn't seem like she's even trying â they get into fights often, him demanding she do the work if she's going to make him waste his time on her, her calling him a stuck-up smartass and refusing. But once these fights get physical... oh, it's exactly the release the prince has been craving. And it makes her open up, too â apparently she doesn't want to be a princess at all, and is furious her parents sent her to boarding school instead of letting her be a knight.
The prince seizes his opportunity. Tells her he'll make her his squire... but that means she has to do everything he says.
Having a pet squire isn't the same as a whole squadron of knights at his beck and call (or wrestling him to the floor, roughly stripping his pants and shoving hands and cocks in every hole in reach), but she's a quick study. ...And much more evenly matched to him in a fight. Those can go either way, though the prince has been losing more and more frequently as his squire takes suggestions from the letters he's passed on from his guards. He's not sure whether or not he regrets making the introductions, but... alright, fine, she isn't a terrible top.
When she sends him home for winter break, it's with a sealed letter of instructions to his knights, which he's been ordered not to read, and a simple chain she picked out for him around his neck. The fact that it looks like just a necklace, can be hidden down his shirt, is the only thing keeping the prince from reddening at every gaze that lands on him. Maybe, if he's lucky, his knights won't know what it means, either.
(He steps shyly into the barracks, and one of them hooks a finger under it and tugs with a leer the prince feels even through the helmet. So much for that â she must have told them. It's obvious they all know it's a collar.)
Knightkinktober/Monstertober Day 6: Hilt + Winged/Cathedral/Curse
It's been long enough since you were cursed that the temple which sprang up around you whispers about what you must be doing with that sword as though it were rude and juvenile gossip. As though the lustful, tortured arch of you were only accident! As though a tool like you, however much you playacted the noble, shining savior, would, could ever be more than this dripping, moaning sheath.
You take it well, you know.
Pathetically, mouth open and begging for it like some kind of whore. But well.
That's why I come to visit you, every few decades when I care to, or remember. (Only when the cathedral's empty, of course. Just because you make a splendid show doesn't mean I want everyone to know exactly what I do to you.) Even I'm not sure if you can hear me anymore, but then, in your own private rapture, I'm not sure it would matter. (You see, it's not a curse. Just a blessing â one I'd only give to a sweet, stupid sheath like you.) I'll trace feathers down your exposed inner arms, your thighs, your sensitive parts; sometimes I trail touch along your straining shoulderblades, picture you with wings yourself. (Isn't this a kind of apotheosis? You could never match me, but, maybe, mimic...) And sometimes, when I'm knotted and tangled with fury inside, furious at myself for taking away a perfectly good vessel for all this holy frustration, I'll put fist to fist and hammer your hilt deeper inside you, grind stone against stone. The artists who come to draw your torment are the only ones who will know if your slack-jawed face drops open a little wider.
There's only so much I can do to you right now, but maybe you'd squirm to know I trace those exhibitions. There are collectors out there making reverse-historiographs of the roundness of your open lips and precisely how much sword is hilted inside you; I hope you'd hate that, the same way you'd purse your lips and pretend you weren't flushing when I sent whispers through your helmet, back before you turned (I turned you) to stone.
At some point, maybe even next century, it'll stop. My stone will withdraw from you, needle-prick tingles bathing skin abruptly fresh and deprived of its sweet-clothed paralysis. You'll take your first breath in ages, chest shuddering with the weight of it â and it will rise from you in holy song, holy exalted moan bursting helpless from you like a phoenix in flame, as everything I've ever done to you, every torment, every touch, registers in a single instant of rapture.
It'll be sad to see my favorite toy go, but who knows â maybe you'll beg to feel my stone creep up you again, to be removed from this world where the kingdom you guarded and saved has been nothing but dust for eons, to a cage where all you know is ecstasy. Or maybe you'll collapse on the spot! I heard the priests are prophesying about it â something about a saint returned. I heard they're planning a whole party for you, did you know? So I guess there's hope you'll survive yet, although, they did use the words come to us, so I'm not sure how much I trust that. I have plans of my own to make sure that party never happens, you see â if you, when you come, after all of this, all these years of effort, it's only going to be for me.
Sometimes a prince/ss just wants to go for a pensive night stroll around the rose gardenđđ,, but noooo, their knight is always talking on and on about how 'It's forbidden to leave your chambers after 10PM' and how it's 'dangerous to walk unaccompanied while dark' đđ so they have to take his hand and hold it the entire time they're out đđ, and somehow it always ends with their knight bending them over the archway bench and taking themđđ, AND somehow he has the audacity to claim the 'fresh air does things to his head' đđ
Winter demon x fem!reader || temperature play (kinda), (very light) exhibitionism, (very light) voyeurism, breeding
âItâs so fucking cold,â you complain to nobody as you walk into your apartment, your mood already sour.
You thought living with a demon would be all good, until winter rolled around and your roommate decided heating was overrated and he spent years in hell burning down. So now he wants to keep the apartment at freezing temperatures all year long. You donât complain (too much) when you have to wear a jacket in summer, but arriving home after a long day working to find your place almost freezing is not good for anybody.
So itâs not your fault that you canât keep your anger to yourself and you have to walk to his room and knock so hard you hurt your fingers a bit. But you barely register it, you donât even register the flesh on flesh sound or the way he doesnât answer the door. You are so angry you open the door without thinking about it.
Oh.
Oh shit.
Oh fuck. Thatâs his dick!, your brain eloquently supplies as you stare at your demon roommate with your mouth hanging open.
To your surprise (and his) heâs jerking off when you enter without waiting for a response. Maybe later youâd feel bad about it, but right now you canât look away. He doesnât say anything, and you donât either. Heâs staring into your flushed face as his hand keeps moving over his midnight blue dick.
Why is his dick so blue? And why do you want to suck him off so badly? Your mouth is already salivating as you look at his blue-ish hand, moving up and down his shaft without a care in the world. His body is magnificent, all tall and lanky, his horns almost gracing the headboard as he keeps jerking off. He lets out a pained sound, like a tiny whine, and your pussy quivers. Fuck, thatâs so hot.
You donât know what to say but when you open your mouth to speak, what comes out is: âCan I help?â You cover your mouth instantly, surprised by your own bluntness. But good goddess do you want to touch his dickâŚ
âAre you asking if you can join?â He asks back, not blinking and not stopping his movements. His eyes travel down your body, and you have to suppress a shiver. The intensity there leaving you breathless for a second.
âYes,â you surprise both of you saying. You admitted a long time ago that you had a bit more than a crush on your demon roommate. And now you are more than ready to act on it.
âCome here, sunflower,â he orders. His pet name for you always made your insides twist, but hearing him say it with that tone⌠it almost melts your panties right off. âIâve been waiting for you to say something forever,â he mumbles under his breath, so low you almost didnât catch it.
He stops his movements and you lament it for a total of three seconds before you are walking to his bed and heâs grabbing you by the waist, hoisting your body until you are laying down under him. He tears your clothes off, making you moan at the desperation and rawness of his actions, his eyes look frantic and his claws cut through your winter clothes like they are nothing. Thatâs so hot, you think.
You are face to face, chest to chest, when your brain finally returns and you can complain again. âYou are so cold,â you whimper as his hands caress your side, sending goosebumps down your back.
âWant to know what part of me isnât cold?â He teases as you feel the nudge of his dick against your entrance. You are more than ready to take him. He looked so big against his hand but good goddess if you arenât dripping wet already.
You moan, nodding fervently as you stare into his deep black eyes. You grab into his horns and he groans, his tip breaching your needy opening as both of you sigh in pleasure. He feels so cold against your front but his dick is like molten lava inside of you, the mix of temperatures short-circuiting your brain.
âWai- wait!â You ask. He pauses immediately, not a single breath coming out of him as he holds himself up without moving at all. You swoon internally. âCondoms?â You ask, a bit shy all of sudden.
He smirks down at you, sliding a bit more of himself inside of you, making you groan. âYou donât want to be bred by a demon, sunflower?â Oh gods, you want that more than anything. âDonât worry, my lively sunflower, I can only get pregnant if I want to,â he explains. That doesnât make you worry less, but the idea that he might want to breed you so completely is making your pussy twitch around him, making him whimper as he pushes forward a bit more. You groan, and he smiles down at you, lowering his head to kiss your lips sweetly. âI wonât get you pregnant⌠yet,â with that promise he kisses your forehead, making you flush redder than a tomato.
You shiver and then let out a cry of pleasure when he thrusts forward until his dick is so deep inside you can feel it in the back of your throat. You scream his name and he chuckles. He waits for a few seconds, giving you time to adjust to his huge dick, and when you dig your heels in the back of his legs and urge him to move, he complies without having to ask twice.
He starts a punishing pace, fucking in and out of you with desperation. You match his thrusts, pushing yourself down when he pushes up, creating the most amazing friction against your clit as he fucks you like the demon he is. You grab onto his horns again, dragging him down to capture his lips between yours. The kiss is more teeth and fangs that lips, your fucking too fast and harsh to be able to kiss properly. But itâs perfect either way.
You start chanting his name, his thrusts becoming erratic as your pleasure gets higher and higher. Your brain is barely functioning anymore, the only thing you can think about is his dick inside of you, the horns in your hands and the way his breathing sends cold shivers against your skin. Itâs everything you didnât know you needed and a bit more. He is.
He whispers sweet nothings against your ear as he keeps pushing you like a soul running from the devil, and itâs so good you canât hold back⌠âIâm going- Iâm going to come,â you tell him, biting down on his neck and making him cry out your name.
And thatâs all it takes.
You shout to the skies and you are coming around him, your pussy twitching around his shaft as he fucks you with erratic thrusts. Heâs close, you can feel it, and it only drives you further into pleasure. And when you are coming down, and his dick is hitting your G-spot perfectly, you feel the first shot of his cum against your cervix. It drives you over the edge once again, the constant push of his come inside of you so hot you can barely think. He fills you so completely you just know you are going to be leaking for hours. And that only makes it better. Who knew you had a breeding kink⌠You always discover things about yourself in the worst possible moments. Like when your demon roommate is fucking his cum back into your welcoming pussy.
âSo⌠When are you moving into my room?â He asks without blinking, his dick twitching inside of you, releasing another shot of warm cum.
A spark of bratiness ignites inside of you, making you chuckle when you say: âWhen you lower the thermostat.â
He pouts, the gesture looking ridiculous in a monster so big, but makes you want to kiss him senseless. So you do. âUgh, okay⌠I will live in the heat,â his fake complains lose all the harshness when you see the big smile curving his lips, his fangs showing, as he starts moving his hips once again, his dick only half-mast but enough to send you reeling againâŚ
Itâs going to be a looooooooooong night. And you wouldnât have it another way.
Maybe you were a bit of a cumslut for your demon boyfriend, so what? You were always eager to take his load, whichever hole he chose. His favorite was your pussy, but he didnât discriminate about fucking your ass until you felt it gaping, his cum leaking out slowly as he watched. Or fucking your throat so thoroughly you could taste him for hours afterward, sometimes so much you couldnât swallow fast enough. But he made sure to feed it back to you, to make you eat every single drop.
âWhat are those pills you take?â He asked one day.
âContraceptives.â You answered, trying not to appear as nervous as you felt.
âWhat are contra-captives?â He mispronounced, making you bite your tongue not to laugh.
âContraceptives. They are pills that prevent me from getting pregnant.â You explained, trying to sound nonchalant, you could feel the anger rising inside of him, the room around you getting a few degrees hotter.
âThey what?â He looked so offended and taken aback that you had to suppress another laugh. You could feel he was mad at you, and laughing wouldnât be a good idea.
âSo I can have babies when I desire. So I can choose.â
âYou donât want babies with me?â He looked sad and you felt bad about it, but it wasnât the moment yet.
âOf course I do, but not now.â You were new in the underworld, and you needed to settle in your job before you could think about that.
He looked thoughtful for a while, staring at you intensely. You could almost sense the twists and turns his brain was doing. âI can beat those pills.â He finally said.
âWhat do you mean?â You couldnât stop the giggle to erupt.
âI can fill you so full of my cum youâd get pregnant either way. I can breed you.â He deadpanned. You felt a rush of hot molten arousal pooling at your lower abdomen at his words. Maybe him breeding you was a hotter idea than you thought.
âThatâs not how it wo-â You couldnât finish that thought before he was bending you over and ripping the back of your jeans, impaling you on his dick and coming deep inside.
It didnât work. Not that time, not the other thousands he tried. You were not sure he understood how the pill worked, or how it made it impossible for him to get you pregnant. He tried and tried and got frustrated every time your period arrived again. But he kept fucking you, filling you like you were his personal cumdump, just a slut ready to take his load every time he desired. And you fucking loved it.
You loved the feel of him filling you so deep, pounding into you until you screamed, and then fucking you again just to feel you squirm against him, overstimulated. It didnât help that you loved when he filled you to the brim and looked proud as his cum leaked out your pussy. He used you as he pleased, always making sure to cum deep inside of you, pushing his cum right into you again. He was sure it would work eventually.
âI stopped taking the pills.â You announced one afternoon, both of you sitting on the couch watching a movie. He didnât say anything, just stood there for a few seconds processing your words.
You didnât have time to react. His response was instantaneous, he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, racing through the apartment until he reached the bedroom. He dropped you onto the mattress and undressed as your body shook up and down, finally settling on your back. You tried to undress, but didnât have time before his claws were tearing down your favorite dress, your panties flaying over his shoulder at the same time. In seconds, both of you were naked and panting, his wings flapping behind him, like every time he got a bit too excited.
He parted your legs and drove right in. His tongue longer than a humanâs could reach every single part of you, playing with your G spot like it was his favorite candy. He pressed, licked, moved and teased until you were groaning and moaning. His claws pinching your hips as he held you down. Those were gonna bruise so prettily. Your hair was probably a mess, and sweat was pooling on your throat as he drove you right till the edge.
And stopped.
You cried out, grabbing and scratching his shoulders, the base of his wings, anything you could reach to try to make him keep going. But he held himself over your pussy, breathing over your clit and making you shiver. He looked up at you, his eyes wild, there was something there that you never saw before. A hunger so primal you felt a shiver of fear run down your back.
âYou do it.â He said.
Confusion filled you. âWhat?â He took your hand and guided it to your pussy, pressing slightly into your opening.
âThe claws⌠I- I canât control the claws.â You were flabbergasted, since you started seeing each other he never had trouble controlling his powers around you, but his hands were shaking and his claws were leaving red marks over your thighs as he tried to control himself. You shouldnât find that as hot as you did.
You took charge and started fingering yourself, his eyes hungry as he looked intensely where your fingers disappeared inside of you. You felt self-conscious having him so focused on you, but he was always like that, a bit too intense, a bit too otherworldly. And you loved it.
You went straight in with two fingers, then three, soon four. You knew that wasnât nearly enough for you to take him.
âIâm ready. Iâm ready.â You chanted as he scratched your clit with his claw. The rush of danger and excitement as he toyed with you, your vulnerable areas at his mercy.
You both knew you werenât fully ready, but the desperation and neediness for each other was so big he didnât care. You would probably be sore for days, but you needed his dick inside of you. You needed any part of him inside of you ASAP. He pushed inside of you, slowly at first, but you squeezed your muscles trying to drive him in deeper, faster, and with a roar he grave in. He pushed inside of you fully, breaching you as you panted and cried his name. He was so big, so fucking big you could feel it in the back of your throat as he pounded inside your pussy.
It was fast, and raw, and completely phenomenal. He fucked you with abandon. Some primal urge inside of him was making him say all kinds of filthy things, whispering them right next to your ear.
âYou are such a slut for my dick, my little human cumdump. You love to take my cock, donât you? You love to be filled to the brim until you canât form words, until you canât stop crying because of how good it feels.â Your brain felt fuzzy, the pleasure so high you could just nod, urging him deeper, faster, rougher. âYou want more, little slut? You want to be filled with my cum until it overflows? You want to take it all?â You moaned. He pushed your legs up, your knees next to your ears, he folded you like a pretzel as he pounded into you.
He grabbed your hair roughly, making your neck strain. âLook at that little slut, can you see it?â And then you saw it, the imprint of his cock pushing against your lower abdomen, making it bulge every time he drove in. The pace was frantic, his breath labored as you panted and trashed, unable to move much as he used your hole like a fleshlight.
Your vision blacked out, the sounds around you collapsed as your orgasm took over you. The whole world disappeared as you climaxed. In the distance you could hear him screaming his own release, but you couldnât focus. You blacked out completely.
Who knew how much time had passed, when you came back to your senses you could hear him whispering. âSuch a pretty pussy, all red and puffy.â His fingers, now clawless, were caressing your pussy, pushing back inside every drop of his cum that leaked out of your well used hole. You whimpered. âAw, little human⌠So adorable all fucked out.â You couldnât articulate words, but he didnât care for a response, he pushed his fingers right back inside of you, hitting your G spot perfectly.
You were overstimulated, unable to speak, but he didnât care about that either. He kept finger fucking you, playing with his cum inside your pussy until you cried out again, your climax making your body convulse as you cried. He laughed, looking proud of himself as he took a plug out of the box and plugged you right up. âNot a single drop can leave that pretty pussy until I say so.â He ordered. You nodded, too tired to argue, too fucked out to form coherent thoughts.
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A/N: Thereâs no reader in this part but the plot moves forward. You can read the rest of Ambrose story in this masterlist. Enjoy!
Mamaâs boy
Minotaur (Ambrose) || feelings, sfw
Since your birthday, heâs been struggling more than usual.
His instincts have been going haywire, and every time heâs with you, he has intensely horny thoughts that he can barely contain.
And itâs starting to affect his work.
This morning, he was piercing a minotaur and they talked about their mating ceremony, the bonding, and how it was all just so magical. His heart hurt so bad that he could barely finish the piercing, having Poppy explain the aftercare to them instead of himself because he had to run to the bathroom to hide. He ended up doing deep breathing exercises until his erratic heart calmed down enough to function again.
But when he looked at his phone he had message notifications from you on his screen, and his heart turned erratic for very different reasons. Poppy, somehow having a sixth fucking sense to his discomfort, knocked on the door and told him to take the day off before he drove everyone crazy or fucked up a tattoo or piercing.
She was right- he wasnât in his right mind lately. But it hurt. It hurt to have his problems out in the open, affecting everything in his life.
So he decided it was time for desperate measures- going to his mom.
He didn't typically have regular weekdays off, so itâs been a while since heâs visited without his sisters and nieces being there too.
He was about to knock on the door to his parentsâ house when his dad, Arthur, appeared right in front of him. Both of them jumped back with a gasp before breaking down laughing when they realized what just happened.
âHey there, Rosey. What brings you around on a random Wednesday?â He asks after giving Ambrose a quick hug and a few pats on the back. Ambrose almost wants to ask him for another, his heart feeling a tad lighter after even just a few seconds of contact, but he refrains.
âI have a day off and wanted to talk to mom,â he simply says.
The way his dadâs nose twitches⌠Ambrose can tell he knows something is up. Ambrose looks down, embarrassed to be so easily read.
His dad turns his head to the house and hollers: âCyrene, honey! Our baby boy is here!â
Ambrose looks at his dad, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to come out. âDad,â he complains, pretending to be annoyed. âIâm not a baby anymore. I'm a grown adult.â
âYouâll be our baby boy forever,â his mom said as she appeared, a cute pink apron tied around her body as she dried her hands on it. It took her a total of one second to know something was up. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â She asks, taking his hand and pulling him into a hug that smelled like warm summers and cozy feelings.
Her hugs were always the best, even compared to his dadâs. When his mother hugged him, that was always when Ambrose knew he was at home. There was just something about his mom that always calmed and comforted him when he needed it most.
âCan I- Can I talk to you, mom?â He stutters, his feelings choking him a little at the thought of telling everything to his mom, to finally let go of the weight of secrets kept.
His mom pulls back a little and smiles at him fondly as she then fully steps back. âOf course, Rose. Come on, help me with lunch and you can stay and eat with us.â He nods, suddenly unable to talk around the knot in his throat.
âIâll be out watering the plants, holler if you need another opinion on the matter, okay?â Arthur says, patting Ambroseâs back once again before he walks out of the house.
âThanks, dad,â he whispers.
His mom walks to the kitchen, and Ambrose follows behind as if he were ten years old again. The kitchen smells incredible, and his mouth is instantly watering. Goddess, he missed his momâs lunches so badly.
She offers him some ice tea and urges him to sit up across the island as she takes some veggies and starts chopping them, looking focused. Ambrose knows that sheâs just looking at the veggies for his sake, because she can chop those without looking any day. Heâs seen it on more than one occasion, considering he and his two older sisters would often be running around and causing a ruckus around dinner time when they were much younger.
âSo⌠Whatâs the matter?â She asks softly as he sips the tea.
He takes a few deep breaths before he can let out the scariest phrase of his life.
âIâve met my mate.â
There. He said it.
His momâs head shoots up so fast he thinks he hears her neck crack. âOh... My... God,â her voice is slow and excited and Ambrose can almost see her whole body reacting to the news. âMy baby is going to mate!â She exclaims with a clap as she moves around the island and hugs him tightly. It takes her just over three seconds to realize heâs not happy. âWhy arenât you happy about this, baby?â She asks, touching his cheek carefully, seeking responses in his eyes.
Ambrose sighs, looking down. âShe- Sheâs perfect⌠And human.â
His mom gives him the space he needs and goes back to chopping veggies at the other side of the island. âSo? Is that a bad thing?â Her question is tentative, as if heâs about to get his ear talked off for being stupid and raised better if the answer is yes.
âNo- Not at all-â he rapidly says, âItâs just that⌠She doesnât know our customs, nor does she feel the pull between us⌠And I donât know if she wants that type of relationship with me or not. I think she might only want to be friendsâŚâ Saying it out loud is like shedding a weight off his shoulders, even if it hurts to air his problems.
âOh, babyâŚâ His momâs voice is soft and a bit sad. âHow long have you known for?â
He looks up at her, the knot forming in his throat again. Of all the questions he wanted her to ask, that definitely wasnât one of them.
âMonths,â he confesses in the tiniest voice, reaching a hand to rub the back of his neck in a guilty manner. She hears it no matter how tiny he makes his voice. And if looks could kill? Well, Ambrose would be eight feet deep right about now.
âAmbrose Robert Wildhorn!â Uh-oh⌠The full name, heâs definitely in trouble. âYouâve known your mate for months and you havenât told us?!â She sounds hurt, and Ambrose has to rub his eyes in an attempt to keep from crying. Another thing he did wrong. Another thing he failed at.
âMelly knows!â He blurts out, trying to take some of the blame off of his own shoulders, panicked.
âYour sister knows?!â She exclaims, acting scandalized by the fact. âIâve been betrayed by my own kidsâŚâ She laments the idea in the most performative tone ever, acting so fakely dramatic that Ambrose has to bite down on his lip not to laugh out loud. With that, the tension is broken and Ambrose feels like the weight that heâs been carrying for so long is out of his shoulders.
âShe- She caught us⌠Melly did, I meanâŚâ His face is burning with embarrassment as he remembers what he was doing when Melly appeared, groping his mateâs boobs⌠professionally.
âShe caught you doing what?â His mom teases, a knowing smile on her lips.
âI was checking her piercings,â he starts, and when she arches an eyebrow he clarifies: âher nipple piercings.â The laugh that bubbles out of her chest is so loud and carefree, it lights Ambrose from the inside out. âWe met at the parlor about a year ago when she got her tongue pierced, but she recently got her nipples pierced, too,â he finally confesses.
âRose! Thatâs not months, thatâs a whole year! Youâve been keeping her from us for a whole year?!â She tsks in disappointment, and he sighs. âYouâve been keeping yourself away from your mate for a whole year?â That question hits so hard he has to hold his breath. He nods, not knowing if he can speak out loud without crying. His mom must sense it, because sheâs rounding the island again and cradling his head against her shoulder. âOh, babyâŚâ
âWhat do I do, mom?â He asks against her collarbone, inhaling her comforting scent to try ground himself down.
Her mom pats his head, the most motherly gesture ever, and chuckles: âWell, you court her, obviously. And you don't let her slip away, show her how much she means to you, show her how perfect you are for each other.â Cyrene pulls away from the hug, both hands squarely and comfortably firm on Ambrose's shoulders.
An infectious determination sparkles in her eyes for him as she smiles with a confident expression. The confidence she has in Ambrose always makes him believe in himself a little more, too. When heâs at his lowest, he always knows sheâll be there to pick him back up and show him she believes in him. His parents really do make him feel like he can take on the worldâŚ
He just needs to believe in himself, and the rest will fall into place. Ambroseâs mind is already running with ideas on how to impress you, how to court you in a way youâll enjoy. Yeah, he just needs to believe in himself- and to build up the courage to ask you out.
Just like that, Ambrose knows everything is going to be okay. He will ask you out. He will court you properly. He will have his happily ever after⌠and it will be with you- with his mate.
Feral werewolf who follows you home from the woods. He stalks you, follows you everywhere. You don't mind, he's just like a lost dog following you around. A really, really big dog. But he's harmless, and really cute if you ignore the bloody fangs and salivating mouth every time he looks at you. He's okay. You don't mind. And at night, he whines and scratches your door because it's been too long since he saw you. A couple hours are a lot for someone who doesn't understand time.
You have to open your door and let him in, where he proceeds to follow you to bed and drape himself over you like a weighted blanket. You are okay with that, too. Why not? He's harmless. He's just a giant puppy who likes to cuddle you. A giant puppy that transforma into a big human as you sleep and wakes you up grinding his hard dick against your ass. He whines as he humps you and traps you under him until he's coming all over you, satisfied with his marking. You complain and chastise him, but he looks so proud of himself you feel a bit bad. So you ignore it, what if he wants to hump you... He's harmless.
But things escalate fast after that. He follows you when you go running, excited by the chase, and tackles you to the ground where he fucks your thighs until he gets your leggings all messy and sticky. You chastise him, but once again, he's just proud of his work. You have to walk home with messy leggings that rub your inner thighs in a way that you don't want to think much about.
You wake that night with his head between your thighs as he licks your pussy over and over. You want to push him away, but he's too strong, and you don't put much of a fight. Why would you? He's just a feral werewolf fixated on you. He just wants to eat you out... And his tongue is so long that he can lick your G-spot and play with your cervix. You came so hard you scare him, making him bite down on your hip and making you come again. Well...
Maybe he's not so harmless after all. He's a feral werewolf... But you are a monsterfucker.
Sharing because I'm too tired to write more about it, but incase you or any other followers get inspired.
Thinking about two dragons fighting for the same princess/human. They've established themselves in the same region but have always been at a stalemate when it comes to their strength and territory; never agreeing on a proper border.
I could see Y/N having caught the eyes of both independently, that is until one of them becomes bold enough to abduct them. By then starts the competition between both wyverns; getting abducted every other day to go from one nest to the other. They both try to woo you everyday, bringing in gifts, showing off their strength and skills, and doing little dances to show their body to their potential mate.
Honestly, it can be funny sometimes, their little fight can be endearing, maybe before you never thought you would have two people fighting over you of all people. And sometimes it can be annoying... You've come to appreciate the both of them and their differences, and the pressure to only choose one is getting on your nerves.
So why not play a little game into it? Get them to see each other more as equals than rivals. To compare them both, you have them share you equally in the same space; letting you have your own nest which can fit the both of them. Ground rules will make sure that they do not start any fights unless they want to be punished and shown as immature compared to their competitor. :3
In the end, I'm sure even in bed both would be quite competitive; after all they want to be the first and only to have you bare their eggs. You can't pass a day without being filled to the brim by either of them as most of the time, one filling you with their seed will cause the other to want a turn as well; creating a feedback loop of breeding until you pass out for the day.
A/N: That was very fun to read, I took it to my field with this one and wrote a lil something. Hope you like it! <3
Both? Both.
Dragon x dragon x fem!reader || sharing is caring, size kink, (light) breeding, eggpreg, (light) dom/sub dynamics (femdom)
You watched them fight and struggle with the realization that they were both important to you. They wanted to fight each other constantly, but you werenât having any of that. You liked them both too much to let them destroy each other for a chance with you, when they both could get what they wanted. And if that meant you got two amazing dragons with incredible dicks⌠Well, that was a plus.
So, when you decided you were tired of watching them fight the other to gain your hand, you made them kneel in front of you, looking down to the floor until you had enough of it. Did it last three days? Possibly. Did you spend those three days sitting in front of them as they struggled not to look up at you? Definitely. Did you enjoy it? Greatly.
But after that everything turned out for the better. They stopped fighting, or at least they stopped in front of you. You still knew about their âsecretâ fights, but those were just stupid banter and a few scratches, you knew deep down that they really wanted to take it out on each other, but you said nothing. You just needed to wait enough to see how much it took for them to figure out they wanted to fuck each other senseless.
And even if you hated when they fought⌠You loved when it was to choose who got to fuck you first, who got to put their eggs in you⌠Poor dragons didnât know nobody did anything if you didnât order it first. But they looked so pretty fighting and growling at each other, pushing each other down until one of them overpowered the other and they were both panting and hard⌠It was totally worth it to let them fight it out. Especially when you got their dicks as a reward.
You got them on their backs, wings pinned down as you bounced on one dick and then the other, both of them staring adoringly at you as you took your pleasure on them. They were your pretty dragons, your protectors⌠and your toys. You loved to play with them like this, you loved when one of them lost control and filled you with his eggs, just for the other to growl and push him away just to fill you with another one. By the end of it you were a mess of come and your stomach was distended with their eggs⌠But you wouldnât do anything differently. Especially when you told them you had enough and they took it on each other as you watched. Two powerful dragons fighting to see who was on top, just to end up rutting their cocks together until their bellies were a mess and you could lick it off them.
They thought they were two strong dragons protecting you, but when the time came, you were the one bringing them to their knees. Either to eat you out or just because you enjoyed having such big beast completely submissive to you. It was a good power trip, and made you wetter than anything. Outside the bedroom they could be the protectors, but inside⌠Inside, they had nothing to argue, nothing to fight for⌠Because you ordered them.
imagine waking up tied to the bed and being fucked by something you cant even see
Hi there everyone, as per popular request, here we have Spectro-cum (part 2). You can find part one here, and the ghostâs masterlist here. Sorry if this is not fitting all the ghost requests, if you want something more specific send a request back, but I though this would be a good way to go thru a bunch of requests at the same time :)
Spectro-cum (part 2)
Ghosts x fem!reader || sex toys, breeding, groping, free use, double penetration
You woke up without cum dripping down your pussy, once again. You sighed in disappointment. Lately, the ghosts in your haunted house had been a bit more respectable of you, usually just fucking you once a day if anything, and never one after the other. And not with the urgency they used to have when they started this whole thing. You should be glad about it, but in reality you were⌠disappointed.
It was true that you were a bit mad at them when they kept using you as a cum-dump but not making you come after it, it was uncomfortable to be walking around the house all day with cum leaking out of your needy pussy but unable to get release until the night. To have you leaking their blue spectro-cum and feeling it inside all the time, refilling you once it was all out. It was the best and worst kind of edging, had you almost coming all day just to leave you unsatisfied.
Truth be told, you could have fucked yourself if you wanted. You could have rubbed one off at any point of the day⌠But you enjoyed having their cum leaking down your thighs and your pussy needy and wet all day long. So desperate and needy you couldnât hold it anymore and you reached for your wet pussy with shaky fingers. Until you were so desperate, it only took you a couple of movements to get you falling apart. You couldnât see them, but you were more than sure that they were looking at you when you did that. Always watching, always hungry for you. It was exhilarating.
But then they stopped.
They stopped proving your holes every time you bent down. Stopped groping your ass and spanking you as you passed by. Stopped using you as their cum-dump. Stopped groping you mid day until you were begging them to do something more, just to hear their creepy laughter in the air as they left you alone and unsatisfied. They stopped making you come until you were begging them to slow down and let you sleep.
And you⌠missed them.
You missed having a cock shoved inside your pussy every few hours. You missed being always so full of cum that it was almost a part of you. You missed the edging. You missed having your daily routine interrupted by a ghost groping your tits until your nipples were sore. And you missed, above all that, the orgasms that drove you to the edge of insanity with pleasure.
So you decided it was time to do something about it. If they didnât like you anymore, or if they didnât find you interesting, you could do something about it. You could tempt them so far that youâd be ravished completely when they saw.
You started ordering some new toys online, some plugs to keep you stretched and ready all day long. They never did anything more than tease your asshole, but you have been experimenting in your frustration⌠And you kind of liked it. You wanted them to use you completely, including your back door. So you bought a butt plug, too. You were sure they were looking over your shoulder when you made the purchase, a cold breeze you associated with them moving your hair to the side. You shivered as you felt ghostly fingers running down your spine. You whined and the touch disappeared, making you whine louder, almost begging.
You tried working yourself open in the middle of the living room that day, finger fucking you as you felt their eyes on you. You couldnât see them, but you knew they were there, looking, expecting something from you. You came around your fingers in the most sad orgasm you had ever felt. It was good, but not good enough, it left you more unsatisfied if it was even possible.
When the package with your plugs arrived, you almost fist pumped the air, so ready to tempt them into being their usual horny selves once again. You knelt on your bed and prepared yourself to get them inside. You felt their hands parting your cheeks to see better as you started to fuck your fingers in your ass, stretching yourself for the plug. A finger joined your endeavors, fucking your hole as you squirmed and your pussy got wetter and wetter. You rubbed your clit with your free hand until you were coming and the ghostly finger disappeared. You pushed the plugs inside your holes and stood up on shaky legs.
You walked around the house as usual, the plugs pressing against your special spots and making you breathe hard as you did the simplest things. You were desperate and needy, and you hoped they didnât wait too much to act. But you were so, so wrong.
It took you two days of constantly wearing the plug for them to make a move. You were going to take a nap, too tired to do anything else, to horny and desperate, already losing hope. You laid down and were about to fall asleep when you felt hands tugging at your clothes, ripping them apart and making you shiver with the urge to moan. They threw the pieces of your pjâs anywhere and you were manhandled onto your face, your ass pushed up as you felt cold hands moving the plugs around, making you moan uncontrollably.
Some other hands started rubbing your body, groping your tits and your ass, making you eager to be filled. You moaned and pleaded, begging to be fucked. Some of them listened, because the plugs were pulled out of you and cocks were shoved into both of your holes. You screamed, the intrusion too fast, but so, so good. They fucked you without caress, without control or reason, completely feral over you. Your body was being played and your holes were being filled, you could only thank the universe for them coming back to you. For them coming inside of you.
You were once again their toy to play with, they human cum-dump as one after the other took turns fucking you into the mattress. Your face was pressed down onto the sheets as they stretched you over and over. There were dicks in and out your holes, in and out, never stopping. As soon as you felt one coming deep inside of you, another was being pushed in their place. It was exhilarating and confusing and so, so good you were losing your mind. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as they used your body and you cried and drooled over the bed. You were in heaven, your pussy and your asshole messy and ravished in the best way possible. They didnât care about your orgasms, but being used so thoroughly was enough to take you to the edge and over it. You came, and came⌠Until you passed out.
You woke up with sore holes and cum leaking out, ghostly mouths sucking on your nipples as someone pushed their dick inside your asshole. You cried out, and someone laughed, going faster. You donât know how much it lasted, how many hours they had you pined to the bed as they filled your holes with load after load. Your stomach was bloated, and the sheets were messy⌠But it was heaven.
You would never know why they stopped fucking you, but the only thing that mattered is that your pussy was being filled over and over once again. You were just a ghostâs toy, and you loved it.
Do ghosts count as âmonstersâ? Cause if they do imagine moving into a haunted house and suddenly waking up in the middle of the night feeling surprisingly full, looking down and not seeing anything. Or bending over the kitchen island while reading through some mail, skimpy shorts and a skimpy top on when you suddenly start getting pounded from behind⌠OR WANDERING HANDS WHILE YOURE IN THE SHOWER, ugh so many ideasâŚso many hot ideas đđ
Someone else asked: Hi! Would you make more ghost content, please? Like a horror fan moving into a haunted house, then getting randomly and repeatedly getting sexy surprises or something. Uh, if you're interested, that is. If not, don't worry about it. :)
Hi anons! Ghost def count as monsters. You can find another story about ghosts here and a short txt here. This one went way overboard with and I'm in fucking love with it, it's probably top 5 hottest things I've ever written. Hope you like it!
Spectro-cum
Ghosts x fem!human || free use, groping, dub-con
You didnât think ghost existed until you found yourself living in a haunted house.
When you saw the price of rent you didnât think twice about moving in. It was so cheap and the house was so big, and the pics looked phenomenal. You should have asked yourself why it was so cheap in the current housing market. You should have guessed it was wrong in some way. And it was.
Things started to become weird when things moved on their own. At first, they just moved some keys, opened some doors⌠No big deal, you werenât going to move out of a great house just because there were a few ghosts living there. They didnât pay rent, but you didnât care about roommates. It was okay, just annoying, but okay. You found your stuff soon enough, the cabinets and doors could be closed. You were fine.
Then the touching started. You were bending down to grab something under the sofa when you felt something pinching your ass. You screamed, startled and a bit mad. You turned around, but nobody was there. Of course nobody was, they were fucking ghosts in your haunted house. Dang. What started as a pinch developed into caressing your ass, your legs, your neck⌠They let their ghostly hands caress your body every once in a while, making you shiver and frown. But it was still not enough to kick you out of a good house. You could deal with the ghosts, the housing market not so much.
But it didnât end there. They started groping you. You woke up one day with what felt like hands holding you down, you trashed and tried to get free as ghostly laughs sounded around your room. You cursed them as they undressed you and played with your tits for what felt like hours. Probably was. They pinched and twisted and sucked on your nipples until they were puffy and oversensitive, until your pussy was so wet you could hear the slickness every time you rubbed your thighs together. And they didnât even make you come, they just disappeared when they got tired. You had to touch yourself after. Fucking ghosts.
The groping started to be a bit annoying. You could be bending down and someone pulled your panties down and probed your asshole. You cursed them and they left with a laugh. Another time you were doing laundry and ghostly hands held you inside the washing machine like you were in a bad porno. They poured some detergent on your ass and fondled you until they got bored. At some point, they ripped your clothes off and started groping you in the middle of the hallway. You liked that shirt, damn it.
And then they went beyond all you were expecting. You were showering one morning and you felt the water turning cold, their latest discovery, making your nipples pebble under the spray. You cursed out loud when you heard the ghostly laugh and the water stopped. And then they stopped playing. Hands grabbed your arms and pinned them to the wall, more hands took your ankles and held them apart. Another hand started pinching and caressing your boobs, making you groan involuntarily, your pussy getting wet. You didnât know how many of them there were, but the amount of hands you could feel in your body said at least four.
One of them took upon himself to spread your pussy lips, spreading your wetness all over your clit and frantically rubbing it. Your legs gave out under their assault, but they didnât let you fall. They held you in the air as you felt a dick being shoved inside of you. You cried out as he hit your G-spot repeatedly, some fingers kept rubbing your pussy. And without a second to spare, the one fucking you came, you felt him twitching and shooting inside of you. You looked down and there was some kind of blue liquid leaking out of you, sticky and slimy. Gross. The next one took his place, same thing. A few dozen thrusts and they were coming inside of you. When they all finished and you were dripping, they took upon themselves to pinch every sensible place of your body until you came. They released you then, your pussy a mess of spectro-cum and your body spent after being tag-teamed by ghosts. Fucking ghosts.
From that point on, it was like a magical limit had been lifted. They used you wherever and whenever they feel like it. It was weird the moment of the day that you didnât have some ghost cum dripping down your legs. You opted out of wearing panties a couple days ago, tired of having them ruined. You stopped wearing pants, too, what was the point if theyâll end up messy either way.
They had no limits, and they had no worries about you either. They didnât care if you were awake or asleep, eating or busy with something. One second you were reading through your mail and you felt a cock filling you to the brim, pounding into you without any preamble. They didnât even try to satisfy you anymore, they just used you as a cum-dump for their come, jerking themselves inside of your pussy and leaving soon after. You sighed and kept doing whatever you were doing at the moment, tired and sore, but so turned on that it was almost painful.
Usually they used you one at a time, giving you a while to get yourself together and do some stuff around the house before you felt another cock shoved inside. But sometimes they didnât even wait a few minutes. Sometimes not even seconds. One cock was pulled out and another was pushed in, making impossible for you to get anything done the whole morning. It was maddening, and annoying⌠And made you so fucking hot you were horny all day long. You had to rub one off multiple times a day to relieve some of the pent up sexual frustration of being fucked and ignored all day. Fucking ghosts.
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Request: Werewolf x chubby reader with portals, knotting, rut????
A/N: I thought this was the perfect opportunity for part 2 of this story. Enjoy!
Depraved approach (part 2)
Werewolf x chubby fem!reader || sex toy, sex portal, free use (mentioned), (light) breeding, knotting, dirty talk, semi-public sex
Apparently your depraved ideas arenât the only ones who play a role in your newfound relationship with your werewolf neighbor. After the enchanted toy and being completely ravished for multiple days, knotted until your stomach bloated and youâve come so many times it felt like each orgasm was ripped out of you.
You enjoyed those days more than anything, and judging by the way he asked you to be his girlfriend while you were still drunk on his knot⌠You obviously accepted. He was very glad that you took the first step, but you werenât stupid enough to know the whole thing was rushed, and you could have handled it better. And he knew it, too. He knew it so well you could feel his plotting every time he smiled in your direction.
So when your phone rings with a message while you are out in your Sunday grocery run, you should have guessed youâd get some sweet revenge because of your depraved ideas, but instead you only smile when you see the sweet message on your screen: âWhat are you doing, sweet-cheeks? I wanted to see you today.â
You answer him with a short âgrocery shopping, but if you are a good werewolf I might invite you over for dinner,â and just because you can, you add: âand dessertâ with a winking emoji. He doesnât say anything else, but you know heâd be there when you get back home.
Youâve been playing this game of your house or mine every night since his rut, not spending a single night without the other. Itâs like your body knows heâs your perfect match, and you canât sleep if heâs not there. And well⌠the sex also helps. A good orgasm before bed always makes your dreams extra sweet.
You are in the cereal aisle when you let out a choked groan. You feel two of his fingers inside of you first, your hand rapidly shooting up to cover your mouth as you look around you to make sure nobody heard you. You think itâs a fluke, that thereâs no way this is happening, but not three seconds after, you feel the same fingers twisting inside of you and pressing against your G-spot almost violently. Fuck.
Your legs are trembling as you held to the cart for dear life and try to power-walk to the bathroom so at least you can have some intimacy as you for sure have an orgasm in the middle of the grocery shop. The feelings are too strong, and you barely make it into the booth before your knees give out and you end up sitting on the toilet. Thank the universe itâs clean.
It takes you a couple more minutes of finger fucking before you realize what your werewolf boyfriend is doing. You reach for your phone and dial him as you bite your lip not to moan out loud. There wasnât anyone else in the bathroom, but you donât want to risk it.
âHey there, sweet-cheeks,â his voice is cheerful and happy as he answers y our call. You let out a tiny whimper. âWhatâs the matter?â The worry in his tone doesnât fool you, especially because you can totally hear the hint of amusement behind it.
âWha- what are you doing?â You ask him between choked breaths as his fingers keep moving inside of you.
âOh, sweet-cheeks, you know what Iâm doing. Did you think Iâd let you get away with your little stunt in my rut? Whereâs the fun in that?â He teases as you feel his fingers pushing out and rubbing at your entrance. You moan and he laughs in your ear. âYou sound so sweet. I bet you look hot as fuck, too.â You moan again and he rewards you by flicking your clit. Fuck, that feels great. âDo you want to get fucked in the middle of the grocery store, sweet-cheeks?â He doesnât wait for your response before heâs pushing his cock inside in one long and drawn out thrust.
The feeling of him sliding into you causes your eyes to roll back while you moan and greedily push your hips down, trying to feel him deeper, but heâs in total control. He starts fucking you as you cover your mouth and sit on the toilet, your legs giving up under you. The feeling of his knot hitting your clit at every thrust is enough to make your body get tight with the need to come.
âMmm, Iâm almost regretting not being there with you. I bet you look perfect sitting on a toilet with your thighs pressed together as you wish for me to be filling you for real.â You moan at his words. âBut donât worry, sweet-cheeks, Iâm going to fill you up either way thanks to your amazing toy. I bet you didnât even know I had it, did you? Iâve been waiting very patiently to fuck you when you were out and about. And hearing you whimper my name like that⌠Mmmmm⌠Iâm definitely going to do it again. Youâll never know when my dick might slip inside of you, might be as you hang out with your friends, maybe on the bus⌠Youâd like that, wouldnât you? My little dirty human would love to be used whenever I feel like it.â
Your brain is trying to catch up with his words, your whole body burning as you listen to his filthy words and wonder if he means them. But it doesnât even matter, because they are accomplishing what he wanted: to turn you into a complete mess as he fucks into the toy. Fuck, fuck, fuckâŚ
âYou want to come, donât you, sweet-cheeks? I can hear it in the way you are breathing, the pattern so distinctive⌠Come for me, let me hear you come over the phone as I give you my knot.â His words do it.
Your orgasm feels infinite as he pushes his knot in, pressing against your G-spot, and you feel his come painting your cervix. But he doesnât relent, his voice warm against your ear as he moans and calls you all the pretty compliments that drive you into the stratosphere of pleasure, your pussy melting as you come and come and comeâŚ
By the time you are back into your body, his knot has deflated a bit (even though he still has it inside of you). âYou need to come pick me up,â you tell him between heavy breathing.
âIs that so?â He asks with an amused chuckle, pulling out his dick and making you hyperaware of the way his come is drenching your already ruined panties.
You fake indignation: âYes! Itâs your fault, my legs donât work right now and my panties are ruined,â but thereâs a hint of happiness in your tone that you canât quite hide from him.
He chuckles, tone warm as he responds. âIâll be there in a minute.â But before he hangs up, he adds: âJust so you know, my knot is begging to be surrounded by your warm heat⌠And I donât like denying him anything.â
You moan on the phone and he laughs before he hangs up. You are already shivering in anticipation of being fucked in the bathroom.
Request: Werewolf x chubby reader with portals, free use, knotting, rut????
Depraved approach
Werewolf x chubby fem!reader || sex toy, sex portal, free use (kinda), breeding, knotting, feral sex/rut, overstimulation, squirting, (very light) dirty talk
You can hear the howls of your werewolf neighbor as the moon starts to rise.
You donât know much about werewolves, but you know enough to know he must be entering his rut. A part of you wants to be the one helping him, you want it more than anything, because youâve been crushing on him since the day he knocked on your door with a fresh batch of cookies and a wolfish smile (pun intended) that made your panties wet.
Since then, your crush has only gotten increasingly intense, to the point where you might even say that you were already a bit in love with him. Thatâs why you left a bag with a little present on his door this evening... A fleshlight.
An enchanted fleshlight.
Having a witch for a best friend has its perks, like getting her to enchant a fleshlight to make a pussy-portal, or at least thatâs what she called it. It was supposed to be a sex toy for him to use⌠and hopefully youâd feel it while he did. The sex toy is to be felt by the receiver only if both parties had a mutual attraction, and youâre hoping you do.
Is it a very weird way to approach your crush? Yes.
Is it depraved? Absolutely.
Did you feel bad about it? Not at all.
If things went as you expected, in about an hour, youâll have a werewolf dick pounding into your pussy, and if youâre extra lucky, youâd get his knot. Your knees are already shaky thinking about it. You get yourself ready, sipping a nice wine as you munch on your dinner, putting on soft music, just chilling around in your house.
But you shouldnât have.
Because the second you feel something at the entrance of your pussy, youâre completely lost. He drives in with one hard thrust, his dick hitting so deep, so fast that youâre already about to lose it. You make your way to your room on unsteady legs and trembling knees as he keeps fucking into you. You try to reduce your moaning to a minimum as you get to your room, more than sure that he can hear you from downstairs.
By the time youâre on your bed and pulling your clothes off, your pussy is so wet your panties are ruined. Heâs fucking you relentlessly, and you can barely move enough to get the rest of your underwear off before you feel the first telltale sign of a knot expanding at the entrance of your pussy.
You donât think. You donât process it. You can only scream his name at the top of your lungs as the fat knot presses against your G-spot and your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously as you come around him. You hear the second he realizes the portal goes both ways, howling to the moon as you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. Fuck, fuck, fuck⌠You knew that was going to happen, but the feeling of his come filling you up only sends you higher, shaking on the mattress as your orgasm rocks your body and your eyes roll back into your head.
You hear a howl louder than the rest, and your pussy squeezes against the knot inside of you once again as more juices come gushing out of you. Just like last time, you hear a roar at the same time as you scream, another orgasm hitting you completely by surprise. Maybe you pass out for a second, or two, or maybe for a couple of minutes, because when you come back to your senses, someone is pounding on your door and you arenât sure you can get your legs to work to go see who it is.
âI know youâre home! Open this door so I can stuff your pretty cunt next and stop playing with a toy!â His voice is way too loud, thereâs no way the rest of your neighbors didnât hear what he just said, but fuck if you care.
âItâs open!â You cry back, your pussy squeezing around his knot once again.
But this time, you open your eyes in time to see him in front of you, the pink fleshlight held tight against his dick, still buried deep inside. He twists it around a little, and you let out an undignified cry of pleasure when the top of his knot presses against your G-spot. G
âYou do not leave your door open again,â he growls.
The sound only makes your pussy squeeze again, he grunts, approaching you on the bed, his eyes blown wide and his fangs exposed. You shiver, rolling your hips to get more friction. He stops your movements with his claws on your hips, a threat, but one you arenât going to listen to. You do it again and he moans, his teeth bared and his dick sending a new shot of come into your pussy. Itâs starting to drip down, and he realizes the second it does.
He looks at your pussy, completely focused on his come dripping down. âWhy are you dripping with come?â
âThe fleshlight⌠Fuck. Itâs enchanted. Good goddess⌠The fleslight... Itâs a portal,â you struggle to say.
âAre you saying my come is IN YOU right now?â His tone gets higher at the end, and you nod, feeling too hot and bothered to form more words.
He clearly doesnât care about your struggles, because next thing you know heâs pushing two fingers inside of you. The combination of his knot and his fingers is enough to send your body into another orgasm from the stretch.
But it doesnât end there- heâs a werewolf in rut and youâre nothing but his toy right now. He starts finger fucking you as you continue to feel shot after shot of his come hitting deep inside. The feeling of his knot still buried in the fleshlight is pressing against your G-spot when he decides to press right there with his fingers as well.
Youâd never felt anything like it, your whole body shakes with the force of it, and something inside of you breaks.
You lose consciousness of your body, of your mouth, of everything thatâs not that point in your pussy and the way youâre gushing around his fingers, the way youâre⌠peeing? Fuck. Youâre squirting all over him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Your orgasm feels infinite as he keeps rutting against the toy and his fingers keep playing with your G-spot as if heâs playing a shooter game on his computer and pressing the left mouse button over and over. He does this until youâre crying and the pleasure is blinding. Even through the blinding pleasure, youâre still coming.
The bliss causes you to pass out again, which should have been expected by then.
You come back to him licking the tears away, and you canât feel his knot inside of you anymore, but his fingers are still buried deep inside of you, making you moan. The sound alerts him of you being back in the land of the living, and heâs soon kissing your forehead.
âI couldnât let my seed drip down,â he explains as if itâs the most logical thing, and you have no energy to argue. Apparently your body still has enough energy to clench around his fingers, though. âYou like that? You like being stuffed full of come?â You shiver and he takes that as the âyesâ you were intending for it to be. His body moves over you on the mattress, and before you can process it, his dick is pressing against your opening: âAre you ready to feel it for real?â
He doesnât wait for your response before heâs pushing his cock inside in one long and drawn out thrust. The feeling of him sliding into you causes your eyes to roll back while you moan and greedily push your hips up to get more of him.
You have to admit, your depraved ideas certainly have their perks sometimes.
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