MOTHY MOTH

After a long day with my coworker I really couldn't take it anymore. She thinks she's just playing with me until she invited me to hers to show me her new pole.

She sat me down and started to dance for me. I tried so hard to hide how wet and sloppy she had gotten me but I think my red face and neck gave me away..

She looked so sexy draping over the pole and grinding against it. I can't help but hope she knew what she was doing to me, wanting to get me needy for her. I thought I'd be fine until she bent her ass in my face and shook it. It took everything in me not to reach out and stick my face in between her cheeks. I can tell by the look in her eyes she'd dominate me so good, I wonder...if she can see the submission in mine🥺...

anytime i whined or complained that it was too much he would just shush me and tell me that i was doing great and keep pushing them deeper into me, it felt like it was going to go on forever as he kept splitting me open

you normally get home at a regular time from work, but recently you've had to work overtime. i'm sad that i'm missing out on extra time with you during the week, but i know how important work is to you.

for the past few nights, i've tried to stay awake for you, but i'm so exhausted myself when i get home that i end up falling asleep after dinner on the couch.

when you get home from work, you've been finding me sprawled out on the couch, the remote still in my hand and some random show playing.

for the past few nights, you've just picked me up and tucked me in bed before getting ready yourself. you slide in beside me, easily falling asleep from how tired you are.

one night, though, you get home later than usual and as you hang up your keys, you notice that i'm not lying down on the couch like usual. taking your shoes off, you walk around the apartment before spotting me curled up in the bed.

you watch me from the doorway for a few seconds, just admiring my half-naked form. i usually go to sleep in just underwear since i run hot and the sheets are barely covering my lower half.

you don't bother with being quiet, knowing i'm such a heavy sleeper. once you brush your teeth and toss your shorts off, you peel your work shirt off before pulling an old t-shirt over your head.

the longer you watch me, my chest steadily going up and down as i sleep, the more you think about how good i would feel. you take a shaky breath and stand over my small curled up figure as you palm yourself through your underwear.

slowly pulling the sheets down off my waist, you let out a silent laugh as you spot the vibrator lying by my belly. "my poor puppy. couldn't even wait for me to come home from work," you mutter to yourself as you slip into bed behind me.

you pick the vibrator up and tuck it away in my nightstand drawer before pulling me closer against your body. softly groaning, you rub your clothed cock against my ass.

"fuck, puppy," you mutter as you pull your underwear off, tossing them onto the floor. you pull my briefs down just enough to rub your cock between my ass, hissing as you feel how soft my skin is against you.

you rut your cock between my ass cheeks a few times before you reach your hand around, smiling at the wetness pooling in between my thighs. "is this from me, puppy? or is this from your little toy?"

peppering small kisses across the back of my neck, you position your cock so it's sliding between my thighs, barely bumping against my little cock. the wetness from my boyhole's making it so much easier to thrust.

with each thrust, you pant and suck and kiss my neck. still deep asleep, you manage to draw small, subconscious whimpers from me.

eventually, just thrusting between my thighs isn't enough. you pull my briefs down just a little more and push your cockhead against the entrance of my slick boyhole.

"oh, puppy, i wanted to be inside you all day."

you start out slow, just thrusting and enjoying the feeling of my little hole wrapped around your cock. soon, your desire becomes too much and you start to thrust faster.

the bed creaks underneath us and your breathing is heavy as you wrap one of your arms around my waist to keep my body pressed close against yours.

the sound of your hips slapping against mine with each needy thrust echoes through the bedroom, mingling with your heavy panting and grunts.

how i manage to stay asleep while you're fucking my hole raw will always be a mystery to you.

you decide to take it further and see how good you can make yourself feel. you pull out of my slick hole, your cock throbbing as you hiss at the loss of my tightness.

you know i don't need much prep so you just push a few fingers into my boyhole before moving your hand back to push those fingers into my ass, using my own wetness to lube me up.

after a few thrusts of your fingers, you line your cock up, already groaning as you stretch my ass open. you manage to hold back a laugh at how eager my hole is to accept your cock despite my sleeping state.

you thrust hard and fast, biting my neck to muffle your moans. the only noises that come from me are small whimpers and moans every few thrusts.

as you close your eyes to focus on how tight my ass is, you reach down and stroke my little cock, knowing if you can get me off while i sleep, then you won't be following behind too far after.

it only takes you a few pumps on my little cock before my body's trembling. as my body shakes and i whine, my brain finally starts to wake me up a little.

i can faintly register the feeling of your cock shoved into my tight ass and the feeling of your fingers just barely rubbing my little cock.

you notice i've woken up because my noises have become more desperate and, not with too much effort, i'm trying to push your hand away that's rubbing my cock.

instead of stopping, you just thread our fingers together and lay them on my belly, shushing me and gently kissing my neck.

"go back to sleep, puppy. just need to fill you up. it's okay," you whisper and gently rub my belly.

it must be calming enough as my head starts to get fuzzy again and i slowly fall back to sleep.

you wait a few seconds to start pounding into me again. on the verge of cumming, you let go of my hand and squeeze my hip. the last few thrusts you give me are almost primal, your body and your cock practically throbbing with need as you finally bottom out.

you let out shaky breaths and grunts as you fill my ass with your cum. once you've properly filled me, you slowly thrust a few times before pulling me closer. you wrap your arms around me and finally close your eyes.

i love hearing you talk, so i slow down my sucking, only for you to remind me why i’m down here by shoving my head down until your tip hits the back of my throat.

each time i get a little too invested in listening and not sucking, you do the same thing, over and over.

by the time you’re done talking, there’s a puddle of my spit on the floor and you’re making me sit patiently without moving my head since i wasn’t a good boy.

if i had been able to listen and suck, you would have cummed already and let me eat my dinner, but since i didn’t, you’re making me wait until you finish eating.

once you finish eating, you lean back in your chair, grabbing tight fistfuls of my hair to fuck my face.

i’m choking on your cock and can barely breathe, but that doesn’t matter. you just need to cum and i want to eat my dinner.

i can feel your cock start to twitch just before you shoot your load down my throat. i try to take a breath, but you press my face against your pubes.

my eyes water as i struggle to swallow your load, but it’s worth it to taste you and hear your satisfied moans.

i'm panting and sweating from how needy i am. my little dick is so sore from rubbing against your thigh, my slick being the only thing making it ache less.

i've needed to cum for the past ten minutes but you keep telling me, "not yet, baby boy. be patient for me. you're doing such a good job."

i think i might explode if i don't cum soon, but i'm a good puppy. i'll keep rutting and humping your leg for as long as you tell me even though i can feel my brain quickly turning to mush.

eventually, i can't stand it. i rest my forehead against your shoulder and whine softly. "please... need to cum so bad."

you just chuckle and gently rub my back, bouncing your leg against me to see just how far you can push me.

after a few more minutes, i'm clutching onto the back of your shirt. my whole body is so sweaty now and the wetness from my boyhole is covering your upper thigh at this point.

right when i'm about to cum. when i'm about to go against your orders, you whisper in my ear so softly, "okay, puppy. be a good boy and cum for me."

your words are like music to my ears. i bark and whimper, my whole body shaking as i feel my orgasm flow through me. i've somehow coated your leg even more as i feel shockwave after shockwave pulse through my little cock.

i try to stop rubbing to not overstimulate myself, but you hold my hips, moving them gently on your thigh. you ignore my protests and squirming, cooing in my ear to try and calm me down.

seconds later, i feel my body tense up yet again. i let out a muffled cry and bite into your shoulder. my little cock is so sore and twitching as i cum again.

i shut my eyes tight as i whine and clutch onto your back. you finally hold me still and wrap your arms around me, rubbing small circles into my lower back.

"you did such a good job puppy. you're okay. such a good boy for me."

a few tears slip past my eyes as i rest my head against your shoulder, panting heavily as i try to come back down from my highs. thinking it's over, that you're satisfied, i'm surprised when you keep your tight grip on my waist.

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tentacle!monster x human!Reader Good to know: somnophilia, a bit of dub-con

Summary: Your aunt's house is not as empty as you thought.

A/N: For kinktober 2023, I have a new town full of monsters. Here is the masterlist.

The change in the air is thick and heavy after you leave the Welcome to Grimbrook sign behind you. You feel it in your core. It's cold and silent. For a second, everything goes quiet, and the time seems to stop. The rumbling of your car gets muffled, and the colors of the lush, green forest at your sides fade into a milky fog flowing above the ground. You can't see the tall mountains and their sharp edges in the distance anymore. The clear blue sky turns gray, and you can't find the sun anymore, either. Just a few dim rays shine down on the road in front of you, showing your way to the village next to the sea.

She slinked into the room holding a thick tome open then looked up at you and smiled. You shivered. Her teeth were a little too long, the angles and planes of that grin spoke of tearing meat from a spit, of enjoying the blood trickling down towards her chin. “Oh dear, look at the little fly who wandered into my trap.” The hand not holding the book was fisting in your hair as she pressed a kiss to your neck. “Such a good boy, coming so quickly to be at the mercy of another's magic.” Your heart was beating faster and faster, a canary in a coal mine filling up with CO2 but you loved it.

"We could stop here darling, if you aren't comfortable but I know you like it rough, like to hurt for me now and then and I'm in a mood. Would you like that? Do you want to hurt for me?”

            Breath burning in your lungs already  you nod, pulling against the hand knotted into your hair, ragged moan torn from your lips. Your cock is like iron, pressing against your slacks precum already staining your boxers. She looks you up and down and smirks at your desperation before she bites your ear hard, you feel a drop of blood bead where her teeth bit into you.

“Your delectable pet but that’s not good enough. Use your words and be good for me. Do you want this?” Theres a smirk in her voice, she knows the answer to the question, she just wants to hear you say it.

“Yes I want this Ma’am. Please hurt me please use me for your pleasure please please please use your magic to fuck meeeee.” You know your babbling and begging but its what she wants, what you wants and theres no shame in it just pleasure and the slightest tinge of embarrassment at what a slut your being. But she’s pressing a leg between your thighs and your thoughts melt away as you grind against her.

            She’s chanting now, her sharp teeth biting off words in ways that feel inhuman, like she’s cracking open the bones of language and sucking its marrow out to fuel her magic. You look into her eyes and feel her swelling in your vision, larger and larger until you realize she’s not growing, you’re shrinking. You look away from her eyes just as you feel a stiffness creep over your fingers. You watch as the texture of your skin changes, your skin softening into cotton, stitches appearing on the sides of your fingers, then shooting up your arms. You feel your heart still, your mind shrink as the plush fabric softness spreads all over your body literally turning you into a toy. The shadows in the room jump, the candles flaring. Your friend the witch is obscene. Her skirt tenting in obvious lust, her tits swollen and heaving as she finishes her incantation. Her eyes are lidded as she absorbs what she’s done to you.

            “So precious” she whispers, reaching a hand down towards you. As her fingers wrap around you theres a gentle jolt in your mind when you realize you can’t be more than a foot tall now. “Sing a little tune for me song bird, let me know your still in there.” You stare, was her tongue always this long? It’s a struggle to form words when you no longer have lungs, but eventually you realize you do have a little preprogrammed voice box and with a chirp you sing “I’m here Ma’am just toy for your amusement.”

            Her tone is sultry and sweet as she pokes and prods at the soft squishiness of you “Think for a second for me song bird, what will you say if you need us to stop?” You struggle through the thought, why would you ever want to stop her? You’re a toy, your whole purpose is to be played with. Still she asked you to do it, so you think so very hard about it and then chirp out “The birdies have all flown away I’d like to fly away too please.” She smiles down at you so pleased with you “that’s right song bird, if it gets to be too much just say those words and I’ll put you back just as you were.”

            She carries you to bed now, shucking her clothes off, her cock raging hard, and you’d be trembling if you were still human but your not so you stare up at her, mouth agape, on fire with desire. She lays on her side looking down on you, filling your whole field of vision and takes her cock in hand. “Give me a show songbird, go ahead and stroke your pretty cock for me.” Your eyes are drawn down between your legs, your cock is 3 inches long and embroidered with roses, the heart of a bloom positioned precisely at the tip. You wrap your small cloth hand around your shaft and moan. Your soft, everything about you is soft but the bliss still shoots through you as your stroke. The witch smiles and watches. You jerk yourself faster and faster wanting to be harder, and longer but your just a plushie, just a toy and so you stay exactly the same size, alight with desire in every stitch of you. You quickly discover too that you can’t cum. Your voice box you can feel has a line for it, but no matter how desperately you touch yourself you can’t seem to cum.

            You look up to the witch “Please Ma’am, help me I need more so badly.” She smirks and without a words wipes her fingers over your dick. You can feel the pre from her hand soaking into your fabric, becoming a part of you and it only makes you more insatiable, more needy. When she goes to pull away you  clutch at her fingers wordlessly begging for more. “Ah ah ah.” She says and you see the grin. The one that was all blood and pain and theres a light behind your eyes. “Toys are meant to be played with, not the other way around. She stands up moving out of your field of vision and you continue to run your hands over your soft pretty dick, the rose darker where your stained with her fluids.

            She starts tearing out the stitches in your fingers and wrists. “Poor little toy, so desperate that I need to break you so I can play with you just how I like.” You try to make a fist, fail, stuffing squeezing out of your hand a bit. Theres so much pain from the tears in your cotton exterior, so much ecstasy in letting the witch play with you how she wants. You’re a good toy, you’re being a good toy. She keeps ripping stitches, up your arm now down your legs, oozing stuffing everywhere pain suffusing you, limp in her hands waiting for her to play with you.

            Seamingly satisfied with how helpless she’s render you she wraps her hand around you, presses your ripped up exterior against her cock. You can feel the sweat and pre on her shaft soaking into the stuffing hanging out of your broken limbs and you cum, it turns out being played with brings whole new worlds of pleasure when you’re a toy. Her need is so strong its seeping into your very being, rewriting you to always be so so needy for her seed soaking into you.

            Time passes in a blur for you. You know deep down you’re a person, but the toy in you is so strong right now. Her hand pulls you up and down along her cock, over and over until she’s cumming long ropes over her stomach, dripping the last of her load onto you. Your so clearly broken and stained, stuffing leaking everywhere the rose embroidery on your dick shining wet with all the cum splashed on it. The witch shifts, sits up and pulls you off her cock only to drag you through the cum covering her stomach, using you as a rag to wipe herself with. Inside your mind your frantically trying to think through the phrases programmed into your voice box, wanting to beg for more. There are so few lines though so you just chirp out “I’m here Ma’am just toy for your amusement.” 

            She smiles down at you  seeming to read your mind and her tongue spools out of her mouth 3 inches, then 6, then 9. She waves it at you and your stuffing feels all bunched up wondering what she’s gonna do. She doesn’t make you wait long before you feel her wrapping her tongue around you, loop after loop wrapping around your form, tasting her need off your cotton. You cum again, dry desperately twitching your arms trying to rub your cock as you cum and the witch laughs at your helplessness before making one more loop with her tongue around your embroidered dick sucking on you like a hard candy. You feel your head clear a bit as she sucks her cum out of you but it doesn’t really help, your still a toy, still eager to be played with.

            Eventually the witch unwraps her tongue from your mangled form. There is a bit of stuffing caught in her teeth and she smiles as she looks at you seeming to savour your destruction. “Still with me songbird?” she asks mockingly. You answer quickly “I’m here Ma’am just toy for your amusement.” You are, you are just a toy for her amusement even if that means stuffing everywhere and your stitches ripped out. She’s looking through her sewing kit  now, pulling out a little fabric heart. “You know how at build a bear you can put a little heart in the stuffie your building? I think as the coup de grace we should do the same.”

            She’s picked up the seam ripper again and she’s pulling stitches out of your chest, sticking first one finger, then two, finally three before she pulls back satisfied with her work. You can feel where tears would be forming if you were still a person. Everything is a glorious pain but when she’s inside you its nothing but a white hot cloud of pleasure obliterating what little is left of your mind. You notice too, in a drifting sort of fashion that she’s raging hard once again. Dripping in fact, spreading her pre all over the heart she’s about to put in your chest. She presses the heart against the hole in your side then positions her cock behind it and thrusts into your chest. Its overwhelming, shifting all of your stuffing around her. You can feel where your stuffing is squishing out against her bush but it doesn’t stop her from pulling back and pushing in again.

            “Gotta…make sure…that heart is…coated in my love” She’s panting desperately, overwhelmed with how good it feels to break her toy rearranging your whole chest every time she thrusts in. Your mind is burning down until all your feel is the pleasure till all you can think of is her cock dominating every part of you. She cums, gasping your name soaking the fabric heart and your stuffing.          

            “Such a good sweet songbird” the words come from a long way away it feels, your consciousness batter by everything you’ve experienced. “let me make it all better now.” Her cock is softening and dripping and with her lust spent the witch turns sweeter. Tenderly she pokes your stuffing back inside the bonds of your cotton, takes up a sewing needle and stitches together what she tore apart. She embroidered simple flowers over the tears, mementos stitched into your skin to make you even prettier. She sews and sews till your whole then pulls the blankets up over her and you to her chest and snuggles down to sleep. Somewhere along the way you pass out of consciousness as well.

starting small at first, letting them push their finger inside as they hear me quietly pleading. at first they listen, making sure to be gentle and slow down when i ask. but eventually they get more… pushy. asking me to take only a little more for them… shushing me when i whine… encouraging me to bark for more.

soon enough, they start to get the toys out. it’s still small things… a buttplug, bullet vibe… but it’s hard to feel like they’re enough after some time has passed. soon i’m getting more fingers, it’s hurting less… and i’m begging for more.

i can’t stop my body anymore, it needs to widen itself on whatever i can get my hands on. my dom knows this, and they make sure to only leave out the toys they know i won’t hurt myself on. they say i’m too much of a dumb mutt to tell the difference between what sizes i can take anyways. it’s for my own good… but soon enough i’m rutting into them as they stick two… three… four finger inside…

i… i don’t remember being able to take so much. what sizes were the dildos, last i checked? whys it feel so easy to bounce on them until i collapse in a heap of my own cum and sweat?.. but whenever i try to speak, i can barely manage the words. i’m drooling as my master almost sticks his entire hand inside. it doesn’t even feel enough, i need more…

all i hear is them whispering in my ear, shushing me again. but, it isn’t my mouth that does that… it’s my brain. so they set me up nice and tight over a dildo for them. they tell me to ride it, to show them how much progress i’ve made. i can immediately tell that it’s the biggest one i’ve taken, it actually hurts. but i don’t care, i need more… i can feel it all up in my hole rearranging my insides. feeling how it makes my tummy ache each time i shove the full length in.

my dom just sits there and watches, admiring their work.

only when i’m howling and drooling and begging for them do they come over. standing overtop of me as i pound my stupid body into my toy like a dumb slut. all they need to do is lean down, put a hand on my shoulders… and SLAM me down onto it. bottoming me out instantly as i scream in pleasure…

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