Hi, I use he/they pronouns but for the purposes of this blog you can call me BOSS, BITCH, or BUNNY.
Main Tag in use is #Kink_Club for my medfet series.
DNI: Minors, Transphobes, Homophobes, Republicans, Cishet men
CW: CNC, Exophilia, dubcon, Stockholm Syndrome, & other hardcore kinks
Mental Limits: Rape, bodily fluids (other than cum)
Physical Limits: strobe lights and electro-play. Please do not cause me a seizure. Horniness is not worth losing driving privileges over.
Current Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), Exophilia, Dubcon (Dubious Consent), Stockholm Syndrome, Medical, T4T, Breeding, Somnophilia, Breathplay, Pet Play, Bondage, A/B/O, Intox Play
Consent is mandatory. All content depicted includes consenting adults. The content depicted on this blog is purely fantasy unless explicitly stated otherwise.
Hi sweets! I was reading your fics and came across the one of the werewolf with the enchanted fleshlight so i thought abt, high sex with werewolf!roomate and tentaclemonster!roomate fucking us into oblivion (both at the same time werewolf knotting us) so yeah, i do have a very specific scenario in mind but idk if you feel comfy w me sharing that much, lysm
A/N: Thank you!🫶 I don’t know if you want to send the scenario you were thinking about, but I did my own thing with the concept. (The story they’re referring is this one (and part 2 and part 3). Go check those out, they are really good if I can say so myself.) Enjoy!
You feel like you are floating, your whole body feels relaxed and pliant under the weight of… air? You aren’t even sure. But everything feels fuzzy around the edges and your whole world revolves around the feeling of the soft blanket against your naked skin.
You refused clothes a while back, they were scratchy in the worst way possible and, much to your roommates’ amusement, you decided they should be thrown out. You literally opened the door and left them outside. You are pretty sure one of them went and retrieved them, leaving a pile of your clothes next to the door.
You will probably be glad about that later, but right now you don’t care. Not when they look so fucking delicious in front of you and you are so nice and cozy you want nothing more than to get all your holes stuffed at once.
“Oh, goddess, don’t say things like that,” your werewolf roommate says out loud. You didn’t even realize you talked out loud. “All you are thinking is being broadcast. You aren’t subtle, babe,” he adds, chuckling.
Your tentacle monster roommate is staring at you two from the other sofa, his tentacles sprawled all over, twitching every once in a while and making you think how those would feel inside of you. You bet they’d feel incredible.
“Hadn’t had any complaints so far,” he says with a deep laugh that makes your insides feel molten, your pussy throbbing. “Is that so?” He asks, and you realize you are still talking out loud. “You definitely are, darling.” They both laugh and you feel heat warming up your cheeks.
Three can play this game of teasing, so you pull the blanket off your body, opening your legs slightly to show them the curls covering your pussy. They moan in unison and you smirk at them, feeling smug. “Stop being smug, you know your pussy is beautiful…” The werewolf says and you open your legs a tad more. “Fuck, you are so wet,” he moans again. You can see his dick getting bigger inside his sweats.
You lick your lips and cross the distance between the two of you, climbing on his lap and claiming his mouth in a horny kiss. Having a friends with benefits arrangement with your monster roommates is the gift that never stops giving.
He moans under you, and you slip your hand into his pants, taking his cock out and pushing him until he’s on his back and his dick is rubbing against your clit. You hear your tentacle-monster moving behind you, and you know the sight of your holes exposed to him snapped his control.
“You want this?” The tentacle-monster whispers against your ear and you rapidly nod, feeling him landing on your back and making you the filling of the delicious monster sandwich. “We’re going to fill you so well, darling. You are going to be so full of us you won’t be able to think about anything else,” he teases, one of his tentacles probing your asshole while you moan, your hips rubbing faster and faster against the werewolf dick pressing on your clit.
Someone gets the lube that lives between the sofa cushions, and before you can even blink, they are teasing your holes with fingers and tentacles, and you are being stretched and prepped for their dicks. Your eyes are rolling into your head, and your toes are curling. It feels so good that you are two seconds away from coming.
But they stop before you can fall over the edge. You whine, grabbing onto the werewolf’s hair and pulling until he lets out a curse, and the tentacle monster laughs, covering your mouth with a tentacle and slipping it inside the second you moan. He shushes you, pushing the tentacle down your throat and starts fucking your mouth slowly.
Under you, a tentacle breaches your asshole, and the werewolf dick starts pushing onto your pussy. You three have done this enough times that it’s become a routine, and right now you can’t be happier. There’s a tentacle in your mouth, a tentacle in your ass, and a big knot stretching your pussy. There’s not a feeling closer to what heaven must feel like than this.
They fuck you in tandem, a perfect sync of cock and tentacles that drives you insane while each one of you chases their own orgasm.
The first one to go off is the werewolf, always too needy, always too eager to pop a knot inside of you. The first shot of his come is so hot you hear the tentacle monster moaning behind you, his own dick twitching inside of you, the tip of the tentacle curling and making your brain shut up all at once.
It only takes a couple more thrusts for it all to end, while you moan and squirm between them, your own orgasm taking over your senses until you can’t even breathe. It’s so intense and earth-shattering you might be ascending into another plane of existence.
By the time your conscience comes back into your body, they have cleaned you and they are at either side of your naked body, cuddling and looking equally sleepy.
• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.
• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...
• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).
• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.
• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...
• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.
• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.
• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.
• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.
• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.
• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.
• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...
• Memory gaps and not knowing what happened while you were sleeping.
Welcome! You have been selected for involuntary feralization. Out of respect for your present sentience, we will explain the process before we begin, but we must stress that in the eyes of the law, you are no longer legally a person! Resistance is to be expected; even encouraged for the sake of the experiment. However, it will change nothing about your circumstances. No one is coming for you.
For the remainder of your natural life, this facility will ensure all of your essential needs are met. Feralization is not a death sentence — look at it as a liberation from the constraints of your humanity. We seek to undo centuries upon centuries of social conditioning, to bring you back to your natural roots and coexist with the wild. Of course, this will not happen overnight. We may not fully succeed at all! This process is still yet experimental. Still, it is in the name of scientific discovery that we must try.
Your initial decades with us will involve intense deconstructions of your linguistic and critical thinking skills, starting with your ability to read and ending (roughly) with your recognition of human speech altogether. During this time, we will observe your regression, and your attempts to subvert it, and adjust our methods to better suit your needs. If you have direct feedback for us, feel free to share your thoughts, so long as you have them. We will be listening, even when you don't see us, and some of our other charges feel comfort from the sound of their own voice, no matter how deteriorated. Progressively, certain amenities you have grown used to — clothing, bedding, etc. — will be removed or replaced with more suitable accommodations. Don't worry. You will get used to it, and it won't happen today.
Thank you for your patience and temporary understanding. If you have questions, we may answer as strictly necessary, but if you do not, we will send in caretakers to bring you to your first session. It would be easier for you if you don't struggle, but it will make no difference either way.
Something about a feral not quite sapient werewolf really does it for me. Can't even talk to you, doesn't think, only knows: "Pussy makes knot feel so good" so he just humps and humps and whines and keens, hoping the burning ache in his cock will end. He's an animal hunting for pleasure
tw: heavy dub-con
Imagine finding a werewolf in the woods. You are just walking around, trying to get some fresh air after being inside for too long. You hear him before you see him, your whole body tensing while you try to process exactly what the sound is. The whining and the tiny grunts sound like a wounded animal, and your heart is just too big not to try to find it.
You find the werewolf trapped between two big trees, his body struggling against some kind of trap that probably some hunters set up. He's struggling, his whole body tense when he whines. Poor thing can't escape the ropes, but when you approach, you realize that's not why he's struggling so much. His hands are trapped above his head, and his dick is so hard and leaking so profusely there's a tiny puddle under him. You approach carefully, talking softly to him.
The second your smell hits his nose, you know you are in trouble. The roar that escapes his throat is nothing but a predator alerting his prey. You only have time to gasp before the ropes around him give up and he jumps to the ground. You turn around in a rush, determined to run away, but you don't have time for that. You don't have time for anything before his big body collides with yours.
Your body propells forward, but his big hand catches your head before you hit the ground. His body covers yours completely, so big and warm and relentless in his way to pull on your clothes. You try to soothe him with little shushing sounds, but with each movement it's clearer and clearer that what he wants to do to you, the reminder of his hard leaking dick pressing against your lower back while he ruts into your body.
You try to act proper, but the movement and his whimpering and groaning are doing something for you. Your body is heating, your pussy is clenching, and to your embarrassment... you want him. You open your legs a bit, and he falls between them, his dick finally positioned close to your pussy. You arch your back as much as you can, offering yoruself to him. That only makes him more feral, his roar shaking the trees around you when his claws finally rip the last piece of clothes off your body, the tip of his dick connecting with your core.
He doesn't wait for a word, he plunges forward while you let out a silent scream that turns into broken vowels and half-yips while he pounds into you with the whole force of his body. It's intoxicating, brain-melting, and you can barely contain the pleasure that mixes with a hint of pain. He's rutting into you like a desperate creature, mumbling words that make no sense, but not stopping for even a second.
Much to your humiliation, you come on the werewolf dick, screaming at the top of your lungs as your body seizes around him. His responding roar is accompanied by a feeling of fullness, your pussy stretching so widely you can barely breathe when his knot expands inside of you completely. You stop thinking, the only feeling is the one of your pussy clenching over his knot, of the fullness of him inside of you. And meanwhile, he comes and comes and comes, the only sounds out of his mouth are broken words, something about "knot", something about "pussy", something about "mate".
as much as i like the whole "fuck me in front of your friends and then let them use me too" thing i do love thinking about someone fucking me in front of their friends just to brag. letting them watch, but not letting them fuck me, they can't even put a single finger on me if they wanna keep their hands. i won't be shared with anyone, they just have to keep watching and witnessing how good i am and how good we both feel, but they can't have it no matter how hard or wet they all get.
The idea of taking care of someone is so romantic to me, feeding them, making sure they take their pills, sleep on time, etc . . Perhaps it's the trust that comes with it, relinquish control and let me take care of you, I promise I'll do a wonderful job.
Request: Cool! I was thinking maybe ghost x fem human, with breeding & daddy talk ? The rest is all up to you!
Blame the house market
Ghost x fem!reader || free use (kinda), daddy kink, breeding, praise kink, dirty talk
When you bought this house, you knew people used to say it was haunted. But the house market was very shitty, and the price was more than reasonable. You could totally deal with ghosts, but deal with the price of houses nowadays? Not so much. And also… Haunted houses aren’t even real. There’s no way there’s a ghost in your new house. It’s just an old tale to keep people off the semi-abandoned house.
The thing is… People might have been right about the haunted thing.
It started with little things. Things that you didn’t really care about. A missing knife, a missing spoon… Thing that could (and maybe were) your own fault. But it escalated. First it was missing panties. Then it was missing bras.
You were a bit chaotic, but you would never lose your favorite bra. That thing was on your body for half the year for goddess’ sake. There was no way you lost that one. So you started to suspect, and to talk out loud just to curse whoever was making your life so annoying for no reason.
“Stop already with the underwear, you perverted ghost! I need to get to work!” You screamed one random morning when you can’t find the cotton panties you usually wear under that specific skirt.
There was a little static around you, like a vibration in the air, and the panties appeared in the middle of the bed. A big spot of shiny come right at the crotch of it.
“Dude! That’s disgusting!” You yelled at the ghost and ended up using another pair of panties that were not that comfortable as you stumbled out of the house, angry at yourself and at the damn ghost who kept making everything weird.
You weren’t even mad at the ghost, just very angry that he kept making your life annoying. You could share space for fuck’s sake. You weren’t going to leave the house, and by the looks of it, he wasn’t either. You could be at least civil towards each other, couldn’t you?
The answer to that was a big “no” because that night, you had a very weird dream. A very vivid and weird dream where a big body was looming over you, his spectral hands caressing you over your clothes and your whole body vibrating in need. You woke up with a scream and your pussy throbbing with pent-up frustration. There was another pair of stained panties right next to you in the bed.
“Asshole!” You screamed at the air around you, and a low laugh followed from the ether.
And just like that, you are in a war with a perverted ghost who likes to use your panties to jerk off and likes to touch you everywhere he can, whenever he wants to. But that’s not the worst part, the worst part is that you are fucking horny all the time thanks to him, and you can’t even use your dildo because you feel his eyes on you the second you take it out the box.
So you are very, very frustrated when you feel a hand cupping your ass while you bend over to take the clean laundry off the washing machine. “Stop it, you pervert!” You mutter under your breath, moving your hips to the side.
But this time is different, because a voice sounds behind you not a second later: “That’s not how I want to be called, baby.” You let out a squeal, turning around so fast you almost fall to the side. There’s nobody there, just a soft silhouette that seems to be shining brighter than the overhead lights. Ghost.
You are holding your body against the wall, heartbeat going frantic in your chest when you respond: “Ho- how do you want to be called?” There’s a stutter in your voice, but you can’t avoid it. You are so very confused by everything happening. He never answered before. He never presented himself in front of you.
He laughs, his body getting closer, electricity charging the air around you and making goosebumps erupt on your skin. “I think you know, don’t you?” He purrs against your ear, making your knees weak.
“Ye- yes… Daddy.” The response comes from your filthiest fantasies, pussy throbbing with pent-up frustration and the way his ethereal form presses against your covered nipples just slightly. Enough to make you feel it but not enough to give you any kind of relief.
You let out a choked breath and he rewards you with a praise: “Such a good girl.”
Ghostly fingers pinch both of your nipples at once, and you let out a scream. The ghost laughs, and suddenly you can feel him everywhere. There’s more than two hands, there’s a whole body around you. He’s caressing, but he’s mostly groping everywhere he can.
Your boobs are being squeezed, your ass is being pulled apart so you can feel the cold air against your holes. He stole your panties so you stopped wearing any. It’s the hottest and most bizarre thing that ever happened to you, and you don’t want it to stop.
He roughly turns you around, pressing between your shoulder blades until you are bent over the washing machine, flicking your skirt up and exposing yourself completely. “Yes, fuck. Yes, daddy.” Your voice is breathless and you can feel your pussy clenching over nothing.
His hum of approval makes something inside of you break and you become even more vocal. A symphony of sounds escaping your mouth while he touches you everywhere. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to be fucked until you don’t know what’s real anymore?” He presses his fingers against your opening, teasing you.
“Please, daddy. Fuck me. Make me come,” you barely recognize your voice, but you don’t care. Not when there’s hands all over your body, groping you until you are barely functioning.
His dick presses against your opening, and you get on your tiptoes to try to make him go faster, but he only chuckles. A hard slap falls onto your ass and you moan like a whore, which only amuses him further. But he doesn’t make you wait more, plunging into you in one long hard thrust that makes your feet get off the ground while your whole body melts in pleasure.
His hands are still everywhere, and his fucking only grows frantic while you beg for more, harder. He’s grunting against your ear and telling you how good your pussy feels, how much he waited to fuck your perverted little hole while you begged for it. Your response is a broken moan when he starts fucking you faster, harder. Your eyes cross and your toes curl at the force of it. And you fucking love it.
He turns you around, body suspended in the air and right in front of the mirror you keep there. You can see through his body. The reflection on the mirror only shows your pussy, obscenely stretched and a light luminescence on top of you.
“I’m going to breed you so deep. I’m going to come so many times inside of you that your pussy is going to know the chemistry of my semen. And you are going to take it, aren’t you? You are going to be my pretty cum-dump and take everything daddy gives you.”
The whole thing is weird and surreal, but you don’t fucking care when you are being stretched and fucked so very thoroughly. He’s bouncing you on his transparent dick while you watch, the obscenity of it all driving you higher and higher in your pleasure.
“I’m gonna… Daddy- Daddy, I’m gonna co-!” But you don’t finish the phrase before your pussy is clenching and your whole body is seizing against his front. The orgasm rips through your body like a wreaking ball, all your body tense while you scream and pant before all the tension disappears and you are left limp on his arms.
It doesn’t take long for him to follow you, a couple of thrusts and he’s coming inside of you, his come neon green as it slips out around his dick, the image in the mirror sinful while his hands cup hold you up in the air.
“That was… Wow,” you let out. Eloquence left the building the second the daddy ghost started fucking you.
He chuckles behind you, hands cupping your boobs and pinching your nipples harshly until you moan again, oversensitive. “Now, now, little pervert… Daddy is not done breeding you just yet,” he grunts and starts bouncing you again, his dick fucking in and out of your abused pussy.
Whispering "I bet you look pretty when you cry" before slapping your face so hard your eyes will water and you'll have a beautiful red mark on your cheek. Then cooing and giving you soft kisses "There, there, little bird. It's ok. You can cry," and slapping you again and again but on your ass and thighs <3
Imagine monster boyfriend who drags you around with him everywhere. He keeps telling everyone that you are his "relief system". Everyone thinks of you like his personal pet, making sure his emotions don't get the best of him, but in reality the only thing needed for that is not your presence or kind words, but you bent over and his come dripping from your hole every chance he gets.
