huge size kink with jacob and it shows. bella seeing jake w/ his imprint and his hand cups the back of her head easily
anon baby!!! you read my whole mind !!
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his hand’s at the back of your head again, fingers spread wide, cradling you like you’re something breakable—but his hips are anything but gentle.
he’s massive—every part of him. his hand alone spans the whole base of your skull, thumb brushing your jaw, pinky near your spine, like your head fits in his palm by design.
you’re already shaking.
already breathless from how deep he is.
and still, he pushes in slow, like he’s trying to savor the way you stretch around him, split open on something way too big to take all at once—but god, you do.
❝fuck, baby, look at you,❞ he groans, voice thick with awe, palm firm behind your head like a brace. ❝taking all of it. taking me.❞
and it’s true—jacob’s dick is huge, impossibly thick, the kind that makes your breath hitch just from the weight of it, the kind that makes you feel him for days. he fills every inch, presses against every spot like he was built just for you.
you cling to him, thighs trembling, nails biting into his shoulder as his hips grind up again—slow, deep, devastating.
somewhere nearby, someone shifts—a tent flap, maybe, or a twig cracking underfoot—and jacob grins, doesn’t even stop.
just cups your head tighter, shields you with his body, and says loud enough for anyone passing by,
❝she’s mine. this perfect little pussy, these sounds, every inch of her—mine.❞
and when your back arches, when your body clenches down tight around him, he laughs—low, smug, breathless.
❝yeah? that feel good, sweet thing? no one fucks you like I do. no one fills you like this.❞
you can’t even speak. can’t think. all you can do is hold onto him while he fucks you slow and deep, one hand on your hip, the other cradling your head like you’re precious even while he ruins you.
and then, soft—so soft, just for you, lips brushing your temple—
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Werewolf Pack x fem!reader— sex toys, primal play, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, oral, blowjobs, thigh fucking, group sex, cum eating, possessiveness, creampie
When you found the MadDog Werewolves Football team they were just a bunch of howling mutts running around and bumping into each other. Uncoordinated. Pathetic.
You were the only one who could’ve ever possibly whipped them into shape. Sometimes using actual whips if you had to. But then they actually started to like it so you’d only give it to ‘em if they begged you real pretty for it.
The first day you had arrived, ready to take over the coaching for the team, no one listened to you. All of the werewolves got distracted by the simplest things, always zooming from one thing to the next. Dropping whatever exercise or drill they were doing to chase their tails or whatever else caught their attention more than your order.
No matter what you tried to do or how you attempted to get them to focus nothing stuck. It was like everyone constantly had a serious case of zoomies.
So you figured that maybe you just had to get a little… creative with strategies to help keep their focus.
During your team’s daily jogs you always started at the head of the pack. Always guiding them. You had gotten yourself ready ahead of time but at the thought of your plan actually working your body couldn’t help but react, gushing with so much of your essence it left your panties soaking.
Of course the Werewolf Football Pack picked up on it immediately, ears flicking in attention and their tails wagging with interest. With their focus trained on you, you told them that whoever caught you first at the end of the jog would get to do whatever they wanted to you. But only after the jog was complete.
For the rest of the run you swear you’ve never seen them so goal oriented and focused on a task. The pack was practically trampling over you to push you forward and get the run finished. Yet you managed to keep ahead of them, the chase and the growing anticipation only turning you on further.
As soon as you reached the end of the jog they all pounced on you, the first to reach you dragging you behind them and growling at their teammates. He had won fair and square after all. Then it proceeded to rail you harder than all of the experience you’ve had with humans combined. His thick cock demolishing your pussy and battering against your sweet gummy cervix.
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So picture this. Don’t judge me please you got caught shoplifting and had to be escorted by werewolf police you caused a scene which cause about 5 or 6 to show up. They had you either on the ground or against the car and started grinding up against them . Pure heaven
A/N: I loved this idea! This reads like a bad porno but at the same time I'm completely obsessed. Enjoy!
You didn’t even know you had it in you. You forgot it in your bag when you were paying, it wasn’t even on purpose. You even paid everything else before going away, for goddess’ sake. But it was enough to send the fucking manager into an angry fit and calling the cops on you. Fucking unicorns, always so mighty and stupid that they had to feel better than anyone. The jackass was even smirking when the werewolf officer appeared to take you to the police department.
Lucky for you, the werewolf police officer was much more understanding, even chuckling when you told him the story. But he also told you that you should hang around the police department for a few more hours so the unicorn wouldn’t give you (or him) any more troubles.
That’s how you found yourself eating cake at somebody’s retirement party. A bunch of werewolves neatly dressed in uniform and very, very friendly. And the werewolf retiring? Good Goddess, he was made of your best daddy’s fantasies, his voice a bit growly and his eyes way too captivating.
But he wasn’t the only one, everyone around you was incredibly attractive. So sexy that you had to look at the ground for a very long time trying to calm yourself a bit. It didn’t work, though. Because they were growling at each other, and being playful, and overall they were a bunch of hot dudes dressed in uniform and treating you like a princess, and you definitely were into that. You were so into that that your pussy was pulsating and you were sure your panties were drenched just by being there.
And by the sniffs you could hear… they knew as much.
You were ready to leave, you were there enough time, you were sure the unicorn manager already left… But your resoluteness to run away disappeared the second you heard them talk. “She’s not a bad retirement present though…” One of the wolves said to the daddy one.
The growl that emanates from the daddy werewolf is enough to send a gush of juices to soak your panties. You let out a tiny whimper, and all the werewolves in the room turned to look at you.
“Do you want that, little human? Do you want to be a present for my pack?” He asked with the sluttiest voice possible, raspy and guttural, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, unable to form words when they all were looking at you like you were the piece of cake they wanted to eat next. “I need words, human, we take consent very seriously.”
“Ye- yes,” you let out in a whisper. But it was enough.
A dozen of hands were on you, taking your clothes off, pushing them away from your body and laying you down on the table as they groped and explored your soft body. You were whimpering in need, your pussy clenching over nothing, so very empty.
Someone’s fingers found your core, and they chuckled at how wet you were, telling everyone to touch for themselves. They all did, fingers rubbing, pinching, and pushing inside of you until you were crying desperately for someone to make you come. That only amused them more, who laughed and slapped your pussy a few times. “Just for funsies”, someone said.
“Please, please… Make me come,” you whispered.
They kept groping your body like you were nothing but a doll. You fucking love being treated like that, to a point you could have never guessed. It wasn’t every day that a whole pack of werewolves decided to have you as a pack-present.
“She’s ready,” the one finger-fucking your pussy said.
“Take the first knot, old man, you deserve it,” the one who detained you said as he clapped the daddy-werewolf in the back, all of them laughing as he stepped between your legs and rubbed your clit until you were crying out.
“Can you take mine, too, little human?” Someone else asked as the tip of their cock pressed against your bottom lip. You could only think of one response to that: you opened up.
Someone chuckled at your neediness, your legs open as somebody pounded into your pussy and your mouth happily sucked around someone else’s cock. You knew you should be embarrassed, but you didn’t have it in you. Not when there was a knot stretching you to the point of madness and the one on your mouth was fucking your throat as if you were a doll.
You fucking loved it.
And when the knot finally stretched inside of you, any coherent thought disappeared from your mind as it pressed against your G-spot almost painfully. You were groaning around the cock filling your throat, but he didn’t seem to mind, his movements getting faster before you felt his release in the back of your throat.
You were breathing hard, coming down from your own mind-numbing orgasm, but someone else took his place, rubbing his precum on your lips before you dutifully opened your mouth and he fucked your throat, too.
Your body was moved around a few more times, you couldn't distinguish between dicks in and out of your holes. They kept passing you around, and when somebody stretched your asshole with a huge dose of lube (or maybe it was come, you weren’t sure), you did nothing but to moan around the dick in your mouth, bouncing faster on the cock inside of you.
Soon your back-door was being filled, too. The combined stretch in both holes sent you into a waterfall of sensations that had your pussy and ass quivering around their dicks, sending them into an orgasm as you gushed around them like a slut.
From that point on it was a frenzy of heat and fluids, dicks being pushed in and out of your holes, knots stretching you out until all your holes were gaping and you were cum-drunk. And even then, you couldn’t do anything but to beg for more, more, more…
Your whole body was trembling as orgasm after orgasm crashed over your oversensitive pussy and they rejoiced around you. Their howls, laughter and filthy words were the perfect symphony of depravity to the werewolf orgy you were in the middle of.
And when they had enjoyed your body to the max of their capabilities (and yours), and you were sore in the best of ways, you couldn’t avoid thinking that trying to steal those socks was your best decision ever.
i miss the monster school series 🥺. would you be oh so kind as to spare me some crumbs?
Imagine this..
It's just about the holiday season! Everyone is doing secret Santa and decorating the school, but one little problem has come up..
Human stores are extremely dangerous to go to during the holidays.
So..
The Vampire Class President gets you a simple yet elegant necklace. He's learned that you being human is already flashy enough.. and maybe sometimes drawing attention to yourself isn't the greatest thing. It's from his family's collection, with permission from his father. He hopes it's enough yet doesn't put you at any true risk.
The Werewolf Jock Pack has to knock their brains together to get the perfect gifts while also not just getting you several different variations of the same thing.. They come up with a great idea! One gets you books, a couple others get you those monster snacks you like, another gets you a blanket, the leader of the pack gets you a really nice tea/coffee set. They all worked together to get you a peaceful moment because they know they are not the easiest to be around..
The Centaur Senior knows this is her last year at the school.. So her gift needs to be absolutely special. Her gift.. is a complete journal of everything she's learned about the school. Every teacher, each passage, recess, and lore the school holds. She knows she would never have the time to tell you, but she hopes you reading it would make up for it.
The Kitsune Foreign Student gives you a piece of their home. It's a decorative fan, but with symbols that almost associate with the time they've spent with you.. It was hard coming to a new place for the both of you. Yet you both found each other and held each other tight.
The Dragon Bully gets you a small booklet with 'coupons'. It's cheesy. It's stupid. It's not even that nice to look at. He tells himself.. but he made it with his own hands, and the coupons have genuine cash ins.. A free hug, escourt to class, a place to sit at lunch. Stuff he is slowly learning to do for a friend.
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When you had brought the jars of pheromones, there was a bit of doubt lingering in the back of your mind. After all, plenty had taken advantage of the werewolf pack moving into your city. While the identities of the members were a secret, they were always skulking about on the full moon, picking their mate for the night.
Those who were chosen said it was the best sex of their life, raw and primal. Bowlegged walks and the scent that clung to them gave credence to their claim. And for the remaining cycle of the moon, they would have good fortune and preferential treatment as the packmember’s mate.
You dabbed a drop behind your ears. While your nose couldn’t pick anything up, you hadn’t expected it to. Hopefully, you hadn’t been duped with just plain water.
The next day while out, you caught a few people looking at you with hunger. Glazed over eyes, lips parted slightly as drool seeps out just enough to moisten lips, some stand up taller, muscles taut as they look ready to pounce on you, a slight rumble in chests and throats as they look you over, nostrils flaring as they drink in your scent.
Even when you washed behind your ears in the public bathroom at university, you could see the few who let their gazes linger just a little longer. The glimmer of hunger was there, but restraint had returned. It figured college students would be a prime pick for the pack.
During your latest lecture, a few stragglers seemed to paying more attention to you than the professor. Tight fists gripped pens and pencils hard enough to snap, fingers pounded on keyboards despite the owners not taking their eyes off you. The overwhelming scent of musk quickly filled the air as condensation formed on the large windows facing the courtyard.
When the bell rang, a sense of relief washed over you when the professor clapped his hands together.
“Class dismissed!” His normally monotone voice boomed through the classroom. The lookers slumped and slunk out. If they had tails, they would be between their legs.
“Except for you.” The professor pointed right at you.
As you walked closer, you noticed his nails seemed to be a little longer than usual. Or maybe they had always been that way? He leaned on his desk, but still towered over you.
“What were you thinking?” He hissed. His canines were slightly elongated, the rest of his teeth tapered. “Wearing something so potent?”
“Sir?” You asked. You swallowed hard, a quiver in your stomach.
“There are less disciplined wolves out in the city.” His nails scraped against the top of the desk, small shavings curling under the tips. “If you wander off campus, then you’ll be putting a target on your back.”
“I tried to scrub it off.” You confessed, not even trying to feign ignorance or innocence. “I thought that—”
“Less disciplined wolves wouldn’t give you a warning.” He growled, his muscles audibly straining as he gripped the desk tighter. Even as he spoke, there was a shift in his pants’ fabric as his erection grew. “Fortunately for you… I’m far more restrained.”
“Thank you for the warning.” You managed to stutter out, although you could feel the desire starting to fan to life inside you. He was an older man, but remarkably handsome, silver hair and a beard, with caramel colored eyes that looked almost amber. His dress clothes were tight against his body. Strong, and big. Both wide and tall.
Your face burned, and you hoped he didn’t see it. Actually, a small part hoped he did.
“You’re in no danger as long as you remain on campus.” He assured you, finally letting go of the desk and closing the distance between you. The scent of his cologne was strong. No, not cologne… Musk.
“We deal with unruly pack members diligently.”
The windows seemed to fog up more when he leaned down to your neck. Warm breath rolled over your neck as he panted, taking in your scent.
I never posted the finalized versions of our Werewolf the Apocalypse pack!! The game is officially over so these are their end game looks and full height chart!
Love these characters, every one turned out so good.
person A is playing video games....person B decides to "support" them...
in other words: freeuse and deciding to inconvenience the one that agreed to be freeuse and showing them what a mistake that was :3
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Kabr0z Writes Episode 153: Wager
Find the masterlist here!
The back catalogue is (slowly) going up on Ao3!
CWs: Oral sex; freeuse; wife-swapping; implied cucking if you really think about it;
A/N: An established relationship where videogames have been mentioned, as well as elements of freeuse, and a competitive dynamic... I wonder if I have a roster of lupine brothers who can fit that bill? Oh wait. I do.
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“Ya havin’ fun there, bud?”
You leaned on the kitchen counter, overlooking the pokey living room where your brother-in-law kept getting his ass handed to him by your husband.
Tom grinned at you, taking a moment during a loading screen, “Yeah. It’s just a pity Ty here can’t figure out when he needs to dodge.”
“Hey, I resemble that remark!” Tyler was getting heated. You could see it in his face. He’d never been able to beat you either, but you didn’t rub it in quite as much as Tom does.
The next game started. Another set of three rounds. Tom let Tyler pick his fighter first, taking what you knew was a hard-counter to his pick. You grimaced, already having a good idea of which direction this would take. You weren’t wrong, Tom danced around his brother, toying with him until it looked like it would go to time before landing a crushing aerial combo that decided the round.
“Look,” Tom grinned “I'll let you have this next one, then winner takes all on round three, sound good?”
Ty wasn't listening, laying into Tom’s character while it stood still on the screen. He wasn't bad at the game, far from it, but he couldn't grok some of the techniques Tom was using against him.
Maybe you could help with that.
You stalked around to the back of the sofa, bare feet sticking slightly to the cheap laminate flooring. Leaning on the back of it just in time for Tyler to finish out the round he’d been allowed to win. One elbow either side of Tom you spoke: “Why don't we make it a little more interesting? Winner gets the girl?”
They both looked up at you. You weren't wearing much, a sports bra and a pair of Tom’s boxers. Hair tied back behind your head, the ever-present humidity in the flat leaving a shimmer of moisture on the exposed skin of your neck, your chest, your midriff. The mood changed immediately. The fraternal teasing turning to a heated contest.
The pressure of possibly having to share his favourite toy already had Tom playing worse. You could see he’d still have good odds of winning. That simply wouldn't do. You leaned down, sliding your hands down the fur covering his chest. His shorts were undone, the drawstrings hanging slack, it was all too easy to thrust a questing hand inside. Fingers closed around his sheath, meaty and hot.
“You’re not playing fair” Tom growled under his breath, just loudly enough for you to hear
“Who says I'm playing?” You whispered into the fur of his neck. You could feel him getting hard in your hands. The tip of his cock was already poking out of his sheath to greet your attention. Wrapping your hand around it, you thumbed the tip. You chuckled as his character took a hit. “Distracted are we?”
You took it slow. Stroking and squeezing. Slow pumps on his cock, drawing out groans and growls. Tom had noticed by now, surely. You could smell Tom, even with your baseliner nose, God knows what he smelled like to another lupine. Musk and sexual frustration. You took a deep breath. Your favourite scent, the perfect smell to cause some mischief.
You took your hands off him. He looked away from the screen at you, just long enough to see what you were up to, and take another hit. You were sneaking your way to the front of the sofa, dropping to all fours before perching in front of him and pulling on the shorts hiding his cock.
The air became thick. Hot and musky, even more so than normally. Tom stood at attention, even while he was slouched on the sofa. You planted kisses along his length, the shaft twitching with his heartbeat. He tensed up for a second, then sighed as the fist-sized knot at the base of his cock slipped free.
Licking from knot to tip, you tasted him. His pre was a little bitter, a little sweet, a promise of what was to come. Tom grunted, trying to focus on the game, tapping out combos while you teased his aching, throbbing cock.
It wasn't enough, he was distracted, but so was Tyler. That makes sense, watching your brother get his cock tongue-cleaned while sat next to you would put anyone off. You flashed him a look, a wink. Then you really went to work. Sealing your lips around the dripping cock in front of you, sliding your tongue around the blunt tip before starting to bob your head. The time for subtlety was over, you sucked and bobbed, looking up at Tom's face as his mouth began to hang open. Two hands, still holding a controller, landed on the top of your back. He held you down, hips thrusting up into your mouth. He was close. Trying his best to keep his attention on two things at once, but the brain in his cock was winning out.
Dimly, you heard Tyler locking in. The sounds of his character giving Tom’s a drubbing all but drowned out by the growling lupine bent double over your head, forcing his cock into your mouth, kissing the back of your throat. You wrapped a hand around the base of it, squeezing his knot.
Tom howled. His balls tightened under him, pulses of cum rushing down your throat. Bitter-sweet, thick and musky, clinging to your throat. You swallowed as much as you could, feeling some dripping from your chin and flowing out of your nose.
He collapsed, spent. Stroking your hair while you suckled the last few drops from the semi-hard cock in your hand.
“Guess I won, eh?”
Tom growled, “Give me a few minutes… Then you can have her”
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