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.
dynamics i've been wanting to gif: hannah & garrett- off campus
I meant what I said before. You should be with whoever you want to be. But— I really want that guy to be me.
nanami and his free use wife chubby fem reader love the weekends (and cockwarming)
Hhhhhhh oh to be his sweet free use wife 😩💕 i think you came up with the free use idea when you realized he ALWAYS asks for consent, and while you have nothing wrong with that, you know that sometimes he just needs to let loose and use you to relieve stress
So, you give him the opportunity to do so. You tell him that he can do whatever he pleases with your body for as long as he wants, any time he wants.
And trust me, he wants to, but he gets a bit carried away when he does so, so he reserves the weekends for your free use time. He wants it to be a special occasion for you both, making sure you feel as good as he does, so he lets his stress build up over the week and Friday night he lets loose.
He brings home takeout dinner, always your favorites, and fucks you over the dining room table before you can eat. He then cockwarms you while you both have your meal, bouncing you on his dick once you're finished. Then he draws a bath and plays with your soapy body until you're both pruning. Dries you off and massages sweet smelling oil over your skin. Once your skin is slick and shiny, he fucks you nice and slow in bed, peppering kisses over you as he makes love to you.
The whole weekend is like that, rubbing your pussy raw until you're dripping with want, pushing himself inside and fucking you hard and fast or sweet and sensual, making sure you cum over and over before he fills you up. By the end of each day, his cums is dripping in gobs down your thighs. He always makes sure to clean you up each night before cuddling into bed beside you.
Each weekend is the same, endless fucking that leaves you sore, and after you use the week to recover, he does it all over again starting Friday night.
Ok listen: the guy was cute and asked for your number and turns out he had a decent sized dick so you were down to clown with him in bed, right? Well, guess what? He doesn't even last a minute 💀 and of course you're hella disappointed bc for that short minute, you felt like you could actually cum! But nooooooo he had to bust instantly and make excuses for it. And it's not like you didn't try to hook up a second time, but every time you asked if he was busy, plans fell through, so you just gave up.
So there you were, complaining to your fav at the bar, chugging a margarita hoping for a good buzz, talking about this absolute scrub that couldn't even last long enough for you to touch your clit. He sympathizes, the fantastic listener he is, and encourages you to find someone else.
"But that's the problem! It's so hard to find a nice guy who is also handsome and also has a big dick and knows how to please a woman! I swear, it's like searching for a fossil. I keep hoping to find one but all I end up with is dirt."
He laughs at that and you groan.
"And of course when I find a guy attractive and would be interested in sex, we just end up as friends! Which is fine, I'm happy with it, but fuck, I just wanna be dicked down properly."
He leans against the bar, closer towards you.
"Is there... someone you had in mind?"
You scoff.
"Well, I mean, it would've been nice if we could've fucked before we ended up as friends, but that's not what happened so—"
"Did you wanna have sex with me?"
You look at him, surprised at his sincerely shocked expression.
"I mean... like, sure, maybe when we first met, but we've been friends for so long that it would be weird if—"
"Have you ever thought about fucking me?"
You laugh nervously.
"Ah, I don't think I should answer that."
"Because I have." You blink, turning toward him hesitantly. "I've thought about having sex with you... more times than I can count."
You glance at his beer. It's only half empty; he's definitely not drunk. Is he being serious?
"Well... that's... great? I don't know what you want me to say..."
He moves his leg to touch yours, knees knocking together.
"Would... you like to try? See how it goes?"
You stare at him.
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"Ohhhhh fuck!"
"You're doing good," he pants behind you. "So fucking good, baby. I'm almost there, I promise."
"Jesus Christ," you whine, clawing at your sheets.
He's thrusting at a ruthless pace. He's been going for so long that you can't even hold yourself up anymore, slumping your torso against the bed as he rams into your gooey cunt. You can't remember ever being fucked like this, so feral and eager. When you wraps his arm around you to reach between your legs for the umpteenth time, you sob and try to pull his hand away.
"Please, fuck, I-I can't anymore."
"Please, baby, just one more? I'm so fucking close. I just wanna feel you cum one more time. Please?"
You whine and let his hand go, almost wailing when he hurriedly rubs your clit in circles. It feels good, too good, like you're burning from the inside out.
"W-Wait! I'm gonna... m-make a mess!"
"Fuck, really? Oh fuck, c'mon baby. Make a mess for me, pretty girl. Make a mess on that cock."
His dirty talk does not help in the slightest, pushing you towards your climax far too fast. You gush, feeling warm liquid dribble down your legs, hearing him moan loudly as you tremble beneath him.
"Oh my god. You fucking squirted, baby. You squirted all over my fucking cock. Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I—"
He drives himself to the hilt, pushing as deep into you as he can, twitching inside you. He paws at your body as he catches his breath, soon pulling out and flopping onto the bed beside you, pulling you to his chest.
"I made a mess," you bemoan, exhausted.
"It's okay, baby. I'll change the sheets for you and do the laundry." He nuzzles into you, kissing over your face. "And I'll go get coffee and breakfast in the morning, and we can sit on the couch and watch a movie, and if you wanna do this all over again, you just let me know, okay?"
Werewolf who you have to pay a ‘toll’ to every time you need to cross the clearing in the woods to get to your grandma’s house.
How do you do that?
Simple- you have to let him breed you. A brutal, possessive claim every time you cross his woods.
His hot breath washes over your skin, his claws flexing with anticipation. You know what's expected of you, and the thought of submitting to such a dominant creature sends shivers down your spine.
With a low, rumbling growl, he pins you on the ground on all fours, lifting your skirts and ripping off your undergarments to reveal your hole already clenching in anticipation for him.
No words are spoken during these 'payments', only his growls and the wet squelching of both your juices.
His cock rubs on the curve of your ass and then on your hole. His cock is throbbing as his precum coats your flushed skin, his mouth drooling saliva from its fangs as he sniffs your delicious arousal. So warm, so fertile, he growls in satisfaction.
Your screams echoes through the forest as the werewolf's enormous cock stretches you wide open, burying itself to the hilt inside you. He begins to rut into you with savagely, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust, claws digging into your skin, leaving deep gouges as it holds you down and pounds into you relentlessly.
Pain and pleasure blend together in a dizzying mix as he claims you, marking you as its own. But despite the agony, a dark, an insatiable part of you revels in being taken so brutally, so thoroughly dominated by him.
You're being used like a toy, a mere vessel for its base urges. And you look forward to it every single time.
Orc!escort knight who’s sworn to protect you but it’s not really his protection you’re interested in;
It’s his cock.
“Ah right there!!! Ohh mffgghhh just like that” you moan as you ride your dear knight, your engagement party progressing down in the ballroom.
“Goodness your highness…. be quiet or someone-“
“Don’t speak. Just fuck me” you moan “I’m so close….I need this” you move up and down, your hole stretching to its absolute limit as you take his massive cock, lost in the sensation of every throbbing vein brushing against your gummy walls.
“Goodness I would’ve gone crazy if it wasn’t for your cock” you moan and he grunts, half in embarrassment and half in arousal. He knows it’s wrong and he would be executed on the spot for sullying you, but just like you, he’s addicted to your body too; the reason why he can never deny whenever you pull him aside and pounce on him.
He grips your hips harder, fingers digging into your flesh as he struggles to maintain control. "By the gods, you're so tight..." he groans. Feels like you were made for my cock, he thinks, his eyes rolling back in bliss.
Your desperate moans are lost in his eager mouth as you clench tight around him, close to the brink.
"I can't...can't hold back anymore..." he groans.
"Then don't. Fill me with your seed...please..."
That does it; with a guttural roar, he slams deep inside you, his thick seed erupting in hot spurts as he fills you to the brim. Your own climax crashes over you, waves of ecstasy washing through your body as you milk his cock for every last drop. The sound of the melodious orchestra rings from the ballroom, loud now in the heavy silence of the aftermath of your illicit coupling as you both catch your breath.
None of you say anything as he holds you against his body, hands running down your back, cock still speared in you and bodies still tangled together.
The party rages on, unaware of the lovely Crown Prince's future spouse leaking orcish cum. Unaware that your pleasure and intimate loyalty already belongs to a monster. A beast deemed too lowly for you.
Sure you’ll do your duties as a spouse, but your knight is the one who will give you pleasure for a long, long time.
I need a frantic fuck. I need to stumble through a doorway with someone, kissing and nipping at each other however we can while ripping each others clothes off. I need belts fumbled with and shoes kicked off and clothing made just loose enough to get a hand under to touch. I need hours of sexual tension to end with me being pinned up against a wall with someone bottomed out inside of me as they desperately fuck me.
a pack of werewolves having you as their free use toy slave.
they keep you tied up and blindfolded in a dark, comfortably heated room. food and drinks are provided regularly, but the blindfold stays on and the clothes stay off so you never catch a glimpse of who and how many enter the room and you're always ready for any of their needs.
they may visit you at any hour of the day and you never know how many there are. you can only try and guess by how many claws grab a hold of your arms, your waist, your thighs, your ankles; and by how many throbbing cocks tease at and use your holes for their whims and pleasure, and for what feels like never-ending loads of hot thick cum.
so it goes. sometimes they come in just to pump quick loads in you, driving you to the edge but not giving you time to go over it, and then just leave you wet, trembling and desperate for more. sometimes they take their time filling you up, and you're not quite sure whether your overstimmed screaming after cumming over and over is of no interest to them, or if it just serves to encourage them further to keep going.
they may untie your ties to move you over to fuck on another surface and in a position they like best. a gang of three want you lying spread-eagle on the bed, two double-stuffing your holes while one slips its length down your throat; other two have you bent over a study for agonizingly slow spitroasting; one pushes you prone on the floor, mounting your back and taking turns thrusting in both holes until its massive knot pops in and makes you scream; the next one hoists your spent body up on the wall, gently sits you all the way down on its shaft and starts snapping sharp thrusts up against your cervix, making you cry from yet another overwhelmingly deep orgasm before shooting one last cumload in to make up for it.
Priest Kink less in the way of wanting to be dominated by a religious figure and more in the way that i drive a holy man to sin at my command and if he dares to try to repent i remind him in whatever way i see fit that he doesn't belong to god anymore.
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