puppy whore

As the drinks start to mix with your high, you find yourself on your back, I tug at your shirt and pull it off of you, wasting no time before my lips are softly kissing a messy trail all down your body, leaving little marks each time my mouth moves to a new place.

Being the brat that you are you decide to test me, pushing me off of you and pushing me away with your foot, I smirk at you, letting you think your little game was won. You begin to open your mouth to brag, and all in one motion I grab you by your ankle, pull you towards me, I sink my fingers into your hips and I flip you on to your stomach. “You’re going to regret being such a fucking brat.”

Before a rebuttal can even leave your mouth, I rip your panties away from your body, pull your hips up into an arch for me and I start to softly rub you. As the wetness starts to drip out of you I know you’re ready. I push my fingers in, curling them up inside of you and I start sliding them in and out of you. Keeping the perfect pace, your moans grow louder already “looks like I found the spot,” I smirk at you and force an orgasm from your body as quickly as I can. The mix of weed and alcohol has made you such a pliant little toy for me

Your hips collapse but I pull them back up into an arch and I spread your holes open, towering over you I spit down into your ass and watch as it rolls down and drips from your clit. I slide a finger in, feeling just how tight you are for me. You feel my arm wrap under and around your hips, I lift you up a bit more, spitting once more and plunging my cock into your ass.

“Fuck, you are so fucking tight baby,” I moan out. You feel my hands grip your hips and i pull you back to meet mine, you can’t help but let out one of the most pathetic sounds I’ve ever heard, and I use that to my advantage. I pull you back harder onto me, each thrust somehow forcing my cock even deeper than the last. Your pathetic sounds turn into pleas to stop, you whine and tell me that I’m too big for you, that I’m hurting you.

I wrap your hair around my hand and sternly pull your back flush to my chest, “you talked all that shit, you’ve been a brat all day long and now you want to cry about it?” I say. I slap your ass, leaving a red hand print behind, I push your head down to the mattress and press my hand on the back of it, and start fucking into you like the little toy you are.

I feel your hole squeezing around my cock, and I keep pounding into you until I fuck another orgasm from your body. Reaching over you, I grab your throat and pull you up, “even when I’ve neglected your pussy you will still cum like the good slut you are.” You feel my grip tighten around your neck, your vision starts to tunnel before I pull out, turn you around and shove you onto your back.

Before your vision restores, my cock is sinking back into your ass. You feel a hard strike to your clit as I smack it, my hand finds the back of your head again, I hold it in place and force you to watch me rape your ass, “you talked all that shit and now look at you baby. Getting your ass molested like the pathetic little slut you are.” I grunt out.

Request2: I think people are sleeping on gnolls. They've got the ferocity thing of werewolves, a pack structure that encourages sharing, they're matriarchal so there's lots of wlw/femdom potential, and the females have a pseudo-penis they can use for penetration!

A/N: I wrote this to be f/f but when I re-read it I realized it could also be gn, so here. Enjoy!

Hunger for you

Gnolls x gn!reader || heat (implied), oral sex, rough sex

When you first saw her, you were on your way to the grocery store and she was wiping tables at the local restaurant. Your eyes met for half a second, and in that tiny slip of time, something inside of you snapped. And by the looks of it, she also felt it.

She stared at you intensely. For so long that you could feel her eyes burning holes in your back while you walked away, confused by the sudden emotions brewing inside of you. Your hole was clenching, you felt hot all over, and your arousal was shimmering at low for the rest of your trip to the shop.

When you walked back, she was resting her back on the brick wall outside the restaurant, her big body looking incredibly imposing. And once again, when your eyes met, your body warmed to the point that your clothes felt suffocating. You tried to rush, your steps further and further apart, faster and faster until you were almost running. You were so focused on getting home that you barely registered a voice calling your name. How did she know your name? You couldn’t care about that, you needed to get into your house so you could get some kind of relief to your growing arousal. What was wrong with you?

The second you opened your door, a big paw appeared next to your head, pushing it open and helping you inside. You were panting, literally panting, and your hole was clenching painfully over nothing. The only word that left your mouth was a soft plea, and she acted in seconds.