fat dog guy-thing who wants to fuck micros sooo bad. reblog-heavy but a pinned never hurt <3

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fat dog guy-thing who wants to fuck micros sooo bad. reblog-heavy but a pinned never hurt <3
f/f, macro/micro, noncon
Char’s parents surprise her with something she has always wanted.
enough mischief on dash, I'm taking her away now
there's something sooooo good about hunting. about prowling soundlessly through the undergrowth, unheard, unseen. about catching the taste of something in the air and knowing exactly what kind of prey that scent will lead to. rolling that thought around your head like something sweet in your mouth as you follow, teasing yourself with the thought of what's waiting for you, blissfully ignorant of you. cock jutting from between your hind legs, drooling pre, taut and hot in the empty air. the fucking twitch that goes through it when you finally have eyes on your prey, right there, so close, but instead of charging you have to slow to a crawl, close that gap inch by torturous inch. their past few seconds slipping from them unnoticed, ending in a rush of air, a flicker of movement, the turn of their head towards you, their widening eyes as it dawns on them that it's all over, their abortive attempt to run crushed under your weight, breath knocked from their body before they can scream, the blood-hot feel of hilting yourself in them with one stoke, jaws clamped about their neck, the taste of their blood as you fuck them and fuck them and fuck them
Whenever I see posts about being like, insatiably horny, they're always from subs with degradation kinks who want to be used and reduced to a needy, whining mess by being told what a slut they are. And that's great, good for them but like
When I'm in that mood, I want to be fucking feared.
dragon breaking in her new human toy by lashing them to her underside and making them it cockwarm her constantly for the better part of a week straight
"i mean, the Taylane village isn't producing much surplus goods so i'd be happy to sell that parcel of land to you in exchange for - sorry, ignore the gagging noises, poor thing doesn't have their throat trained yet - that contested area of woods you don't use"
Prey is just another word for free range sex toy
An addition to my thoughts on plushies. There's something special about the way they literally can't fight back. Spending an hour cuddling mine, shoving its face into my tits every time it tried to talk, and locking my legs around it so it couldn't even try to escape was really fun. Also, the sounds it made when I squeezed it until it changed colors were really nice. Highly recommend.
need more monster posts about recieving pleasure that doesnt automatically make the recipient the sub
like. allowing a human settlement to slowly grow right at a distant edge of my territory til I deem it worth razing, taking my pick of new toys and devouring the rest along with their livestock. returning to my den and servants with limbs aching from the long journey, maw and claws and mane matted with gore. tossing my prizes aside for the moment, knowing they'll be taken care of, fed, cleaned, dressed, restrained if necessary, and sinking into the waters of a hot spring. the heat soaking into my muscles and starting to warm away the aches there while half a dozen pairs of hands work the dried blood from my fur and muzzle, the only interruption the occasional sting as an arrow or splinter is dug from a flesh wound.
when that's done, hauling myself out to drowse and be dried off and have my body worked over more fully. Claws spread and sharpened, sensitive pads pressed and checked for injuries and softened with oils if they're looking too dry. Jaws open so my teeth can be picked clean of cloth or sinew, irritating splinters of bone or metal dug from my gums. The pleasure of having my tongue pushed on and the taste of skin more than enough to get me hard, tail curling and uncurling with every shiver through my body.
having a bound toy brought and positioned under me, so as my cock emerges from its slit, I push straight into a hot, tight, slick hole. rocking my hips into it as my muscles are worked over to finish what the hot water started, especially around my shoulders, hips, and the base of my wings. especially my wings. pressure on the aching flight muscles is delicious, the limbs being moved and stretched making me purr. the purring only gets louder when hands move to my belly, the skin there extra sensitive because of how I gorged myself earlier.
a second toy placed between my jaws, legs forced apart and pinned between my back teeth, licking the salt and fear-taste from their skin, burrowing my tongue into them until they howl, the swell I make in their stomach pressing against the back of my incisors.
a full-body shudder as I come, pulsing so much into the toy beneath me that the bulge of my cock disappears. they're pulled off me, turned around, and have barely enough time to open their mouth before I plunge my cock into their throat. barely softening, I press myself deeper, as far as I can go, purring still as my servants carry on massaging my aches away.
that continuing til I physically cannot come any more, having each toy replaced as they're filled up or worn out, til I'm mindless and limp with well-fed animal pleasure.
Sensory overload
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I need a maw
I need a big fuckin inhuman JAW
I need to bite and chew with my big ol sharp meat-tearin teeth
I need a lonnnngggg tongue and saliva so hot it feels like its burning so i can loom over someone and pant and
I need to be able to growl from my throat and fit someone's head in my jaws and be weak to scritches and wear a collar
Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs. Fangs.
poptart nurse
Deliberately not wearing deodorant just so I can force a tiny against my armpit and feel them squirming and hear them crying and retching from the overpowering smell……….. O_O
Using sports tape to keep them bound against me all day and then going out of my way to take on tasks that will make me sweat……… 🤤
Underrated preds are the ones who don't threaten or even acknowledge the prey.
No seats open on the train? well, they're sitting down and if you end up inside their ass that's your problem.
Working late and need dinner? they just grab someone and swallow them down. they don't even acknowledge their horrified friends as they keep walking without breaking stride.
Accidentally bumping into someone and they get absorbed into your body? well tough luck, but you have errands to run and can't stop to fish them out.
no matter what kind of vore, there's always a way to involve casual cruelty or dangerous negligence to a scenario and it just drives me wild