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About me:

I am a late 20s queer (bisexual multi-gender, on T but VERY high femme) sub-leaning switch. My ideal form is salmacian, mostly that of a curvy woman, but I have both sets of fully functioning genitalia (including a huge cock and an eager, poundable prostate). For simplicity's sake, I'll say I'm simultaneously wlw, mlm, and t4t because no matter how the person I'm attracted to identifies, my attraction to them is queer and gay.

I enjoy the fantasy that all of my orgasms belong to other people, and that's why I'm denied (ideally, permanently). So, to me, there's nothing hotter than knowing You came, and I only edged. I like believing that you get the relief for both of us, and I get all of the pent up desperation.

If scrolling my blog makes you cum, please tell me in my ask box! I'll edge 10 times for each orgasm you had, and you can even request how I do it!

Hard limits:

Scat, cuck, pedo, hard drug use, race play, disability fetishization, extreme feedism, extreme blood play, gore, snuff, vore, feet.

DNI if you're a minor and/or if you hold any real misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, racist beliefs.

If it hasn't been mentioned as a limit, odds are good I'm into it, to some degree or another. That said, everything on this blog is fantasy.

On any misgendering or forced detrans content you might find on the blog (which is usually forced femme), please keep in mind that for me its closer to a bimboification than anything else cuz I can't be misgendered or detransed.

I am VERY bad at tagging things, so proceed with caution and rely on post filtering instead of tag filtering.

I rarely write my own content, so this blog is more of an archive of shit that's gotten me off, in some form or another. I am, however, open to writing things if requested.

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Your magic Ritual

You know it will take you some time to prepare the ritual, to summon something from the Other Side. You'll need ingredients. You'll need to find the book that will guide your summoning. Oh, there's so much to do.

The anticipation makes you fidgedy and nervous, but it's also somewhat arousing. You won't tell the demon, of course. But you've always thought they looked kind of hot in the paintings of your ancient books. Strong, big, with loincloths to hide what you imagine are massive red cocks. You rub your thighs together. You should really get going to get the main ingredient for the potion.

One hand sneaks between your legs anyways. One orgasm can't hurt, right? So you rub your clit with your fingers before sliding them through your wet slit. You're standing in the middle of the room. You've already pushed the table and chair to the side so you'll be able to draw a pentagram later. Your pants are constricting your movements, but you manage to slip first one, then two fingers into your needy cunt, moaning. C'mon, fuck yourself!

It doesn't take you long to get that orgasm. You suck your own juices off of your fingers and grab your bag to gather the herbs. Now,

where will you gather your main ingredient?

Sage, near where someone saw big paw-prints recently

Thyme, deep in the forest where a strange song has been heard

Sandalwood, close to an enchanted pond

Voting ended onMar 14, 2024

sxslls

Thyme

You need the thyme for the ritual. Of course, you lost a lot of time masturbating. Didn't even clean yourself up, huh? Just pulled your panties up over your glistening cunt after cumming all over your hand and gathered your basket and bag, throwing a fur over your shoulders and went out to get the herb.

The place where you can get the best, wild thyme isn't close to your hut, but you're fine with walking there. You only want the best ingredients for your ritual, to make sure it works.

Your soaked pussy is slowly ruining your underclothes, drenching the fabric. Maybe one orgasm wasn't enough, but it's too late now. Thoughts of the demons fill your mind, how they'd look. How they'd behave. How they'd fuck you. It doesn't help your situation at all and you feel your slick running down your thighs.

You're almost there. You promise yourself that once you've gathered enough thyme, you'd go back to your hut and chase that second orgasm.

Walking all this way pays off. Wild thyme is growing in thick bushes between the trees. Beautiful, dark green leafs and stems. Yes, this will do nicely for the ritual. You take your sickle to gather the herb into your stachel. It's scent is soon wafting thorugh the late afternoon air. You enjoy this, being outside. Otherwise you wouldn't have learned how to make potions, how to enchant runes, how to read the ancient scriptures.

You can hear something in the distance. A voice, singing? It's beautiful. You gathered enough thyme now and despite your promise to yourself to go straight home, you decide to investigate the strange song, following the voice through the forest. The ground is soft beneath your feet, the light filters golden thorugh the trees and the song is beautiful. You feel a tingling between your legs, more slick is running down your legs. Is this the songs doing?

You see a lone figure once you reach a clearing. They're swaying to the song in an enchanting dance. A woman, you're almost sure, but her song sounds like a siren's. You gasp. The urge to push your hand between your legs is overwhelming, but you can't look away from the singing woman.

When she stops singing, it feels like something is ripped out of your chest. Your body is strung up tight, muscles taut and your pussy is throbbing mercilessly. She turns around and looks at you. Huge blue eyes, fair skin, sharp teeth. It is a siren. You can't help but gape at her as she nears you.

"Poor thing, did you get lost?" she asks innocently.

"How?" you gasp out. How can she be here? How can she affect you?

"Hmm, that's my secret. You followed my song, though, listened to it. Now you'll have to pay." She grins a sharp grin. "On your knees."

Your knees buckle and, horrified, you follow her command.

"Don't worry, you can go once you served me," she promises.

She's naked. Her sinuous body is a piece of art, soft curves on display in the golden sunlight. She comes over to where you're kneeling, unhurried, graceful. She steps close. So close that you feel the heat radiating off of her body. There's a strip of curls between her legs and with a start you realize that you want to be there, between her legs. You want to know how she tastes. You want her voice screaming just for you.

And - what are you waiting for? She wants you to serve her. So go on, do it.

You reach up, grasp one of her breasts. It's soft, nipple puckered. You tease it, twist it. She lets you. Your other hand curls around her thigh, holding on tight. When you slide your hand over to her other breast, she gets impatient. One of her hands slides into your hair, to grip it and bring your face closer to her cunt.

You bury your face there, lick through her slit with a flat tongue. It makes her keen, a beautiful sound. After that, you can't hold back. She tastes like riptide. Wild, salty. Your moan makes her moan, too. She's probably feeling the vibration.

You don't stop playing with her tit, but slide your other hand up to grip her ass, press her against you. She lifts one leg over your shoulder, granting you better access.

It's filthy, how she uses you, rides your face. But you love it, don't you? You contemplate sliding your hand between your own legs, but decide against it. She wants you to serve her, not yourself. So instead your hand leaves her ass, sneaks between her legs and you slide them through her heat, gathering her slick.

She moans again when you push your fingers to her entrance. Two of them, but just the tips. You savour the feeling, slide your fingers around, revel in her taste.

"Do it," she urges you.

Your fingers slide into her wet heat and her velvety walls ripple around your digits. You suck her clit, pull her nipple. She moves her hips. This makes it harder for you, but you establish a steady, fast rythm with your fingers and she seems to appreciate it.

"Yes," she hisses. "Make me come, human," she demands.

Your fingers speed up again, you graze her clit with your teeth and she's a goner. Her release drenches your face, her walls squeeze tight around the fingers you've pushed into her as far as they can go. You fuck her through it, aim for another - but she pulls your mouth away from her clit, breathing heavily. Her leg slides down from where it was still resting over your shoulder and your fingers slide out of her cunt.

"Good girl," she praises. "Up."

You obey again. You face is sticky with her juices, your own cunt is drenched and desperate. She looks at you hungrily. Her hand slides up your side. She pulls your top down and your tit out, to slide her thumb over the hardened point. She licks her own juices off of the corner of your mouth.

"You're free to go," she murmurs, but squeezes your nipple in a way that makes you think she'd like you to stay for a while.

What do you do?

Leave her, so you can masturbate at home

Beg her to fuck you

Leave her to get the other ingredients, greedy for demon-cock

Voting ended onApr 23, 2024

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Sage

You pull your top down again, covering the nipple she just teased so expertly. She offered you pleasure, but your know if you stay here, she will be satisfyed and while it's a possibility she'll let you cum, too, it's not guaranteed. Not with a siren, they're tricky.

You smile at her. "I have to go."

She sighs and smirks. "Too bad. I'd have liked to clean up the mess between your legs."

You shrug, but wipe at your face with your sleeve and make your way back to your hut to put the thyme up in tiny bundles to dry out. Soon, you think, soon you'll have a pentagram drawn in the middle of this room. You'll have all the ingredients for the ritual. You still need the book with the correct chant. Still, it won't be long.

It's darkening already. But you need the sage... and the sooner you get it, the sooner you can perform the ritual. You know where to get it, too. It isn't far, you might make it back by midnight. Going out alone at night is a risk, but a calculated one.

You should change, really. There's probably some of the siren's juices still on your face and your panties are a soaked through mess, but you'd rather just get the sage and get home again. Take a bath, go to sleep.

So you gather your bag again and leave the hut. Sage needs light, dry soil and a lot of sun. There's a clearing with just the right conditions just over the river. It doesn't take you long to cross the bridge. The moon is bright and full. It illuminates your way.

It's only when you reach the place that you realize... the full moon, the paw prints your friend was telling you about.

Shit.

Don't panic, now. You grab your sickle again and gather the sage as fast as you can. With the thyme you took your time, bundled it up carefully. The sage you stuff into your bag with worried looks at the sky. You don't have a watch with you, no way of knowing if it is midnight already. It was late when you left.

When you have enough sage, you make your way back to the bridge, but, of course, that's where your luck runs out. You hear steps behind you and turn around to face a big, panting werewolf. He's massive, packed with muscle. He is staring right at you and you know that you cannot outrun him.

You also know that he is not going to kill you, otherwise you'd be dead already. You're not his dinner. But you are his prey. You know why he is staring at you like that. Your panties are still soaked and ruined from your encounter with the siren. He must've smelled your slick all through the forest, a perfect way to find you. You should've bathed and rested at home, returning to the forest for the sage in the morning. You should've had patience. But it is too late now.

Slowly, you put your bag down. He keeps watching you and you're sure he'd smirk if he could. You curse yourself. But what else are you to do? That's what you think when you pull your panties down and lower yourself to your hands and knees. This is what a bitch does: she presents her pussy to the Alpha. You know it will end with you like this sooner or later, so why not just accept it?

You are ready to be mounted by this beast. You're thankful that you're already wet, but the appreciative growl he lets out makes your traitorous pussy leak. You crane your neck to watch him as he comes near. His cock is already standing proud, red, swollen and leaking precum, and you can see, already, a small bulge where you know his knot will form. You swallow.

But when you think about the huge, veiny demon cocks you crave, well, maybe this can be a good training. And you got the sage, after all. It's packed securely in your bag.

You hold still when he puts his dick on your back. You feel it hot and heavy on your skin. He moves and it slides between your asscheeks, rubbing your folds. One of his big paws lands in the center of your back, holding you down as he aligns the tip of his cock with your pussy and pushes.

You whine and grip the grass underneath your hands when he slides into you. Like the bitch you are. The friction is delicious, his cock is so hot. Of course, why would supernatural creatures share the same temperature as humans? He pushes in all the way and you feel the slight bump at the base of his cock before he bottoms out inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cock balls deep in your pussy. Then he pulls out, pauses and pushes back in again at a torturous pace. Slow and precise and before long you're holding in loud moans and cries. Every time he slides in, you feel the bump grow. His knot is forming. Your tits are pushed into the ground as well, nipples hard but he pays them no mind.

You start to worry at one point. He's fucking you harder and faster and your pussy clings to the considerable bulge every time he pulls out. It's quite the stretch already, but you are well aware of the reason for the knot. It is meant to tie the bitch to him. To make sure his cum stays in. It is meant to seal your pussy.

Maybe you didn't think this one through.

He notices the change in you, how you subtly try to pull back from his heavy thrusts and he is having none of it. The paw on your back presses you harder to the ground and you feel his breath at the back of your neck, one arm going around your belly to make sure you can't get away. And then he starts fucking you harder. The evergrowing knot sliding in and out of you.

"Please," you beg, but you're not sure if you're begging him to stop or to continue. The friction his knot creates at your clit makes you climax. He howls and your eyes bulge when his knot, now fully formed and even bigger than before, pushes against your pussy with full force. You're trapped in your orgasm, you can't do anything to stop it when he forces the knot into you and starts rutting into you. The pain and pleasure from this intrusion make you cum again and that's all it takes.

You feel him twitch inside you, cock secured in your cunt with the knot when the first thick, scalding hot rope of cum paints your insides. He pumps so much cum into you that it should be overflowing by now - but it can't. All of it is trapped inside by his knot you and you whine and moan, feeling so full.

The werewolf still has you trapped underneath him. But he curls around you now, just keeping you warm at this point. And you, you realize, are cockwarming him. The thought is unexpectedly arousing. You're trapped on his cock, warming him - or is he warming you? Even now you can feel how hot his dick is, deep inside of you.

He starts moving again, makes you cum two more times while you're panting, eyes heavy and exhausted. He pumps more cum into you, if that's even possible. And it takes hours until, finally, his knot starts shrinking again.

He leaves you like that, with his cum leaking out. There's so much of it and, even in your fucked out state, you have the mind to rummage around in your bag for a medium sized glass vial to fill with his cum. Who knows when you'll need some werewold cum? Even though now you know where you can get it, you shouldn't waste it. You've spend half the night getting split open and thoroughly rutted by a beast to get it, after all.

With the vial sealed and the sage bundled up in your bag, you pull your ruined panties up and walk home on wobbly legs. Of course, it doesn't take long for more cum to tickle out of your cunt, soak your panties again and run down the insides of your legs, but you make it home alright.

You put away the vial and hang the herbs to dry out before you heat up some water to clean yourself. The sun is already starting to rise again. You'll take tomorrow to rest.

The question is, after resting,

where will you search for the enchanted book?

near the ruins of a long forgotten castle

close to a big, blue lake at the top of the mountains

Voting ended onJul 1, 2024

sxslls

Forgotten Ruins

You needed that day of relaxation. You poor, fucked cunt needed a break, you had to wash your clothes and your garden needed tending. But now you're ready to journey up to the ruins of a forgotten castle to get the enchanted book. You imagine all the demon cock you'll have once you get the damned book and finish the ritual. Maybe these encounters you're having are the best kind of practise you'll get for what's to come.

It's a nice hike through the valley and up the hill. Not too strenuous, but it still takes most of the morning and a good part of the afternoon. Good thing you brought your tent and some ingredients for a delicious meal. Once you reach the ruins you set up a small camp and start a fire to keep you warm and for cooking. Then, after you gathered enough wood to last you the night, you start searching the ruins for any hidden chambers. It takes you most of the late afternoon and early evening - but you have to give up. After searching everything twice, you found some ancient golden coins, an expensive looking set of tarot cards that you can use next time a commoner wants to know their future and, you're quite sure, a dragon tooth. On top of that, you found something that looks somewhat like a plug... and the urge to push the thing up your ass is there - you can admit that to yourself. No enchanted book.

You sigh deeply. So the book must be at the top of the mountain, exactly what you feared. The hike here was fine, but you're not a fan of climbing a mountain! It doesn't matter. If you want demon cock, you'll have to. So you decide that tomorrow, you'll bring what you found here home, rest for the night and climb the mountain right after that. No sense it waiting, right?

You cook yourself a nice, hearty stir and carefully pack all your findings. You retire early, so you might make good use of the morning tomorrow...

...but you wake up in the dead of night to something touching you.

At first, still tangled in your blanket and sleep clinging to you, you think it's a dream. But the more your wake, the more real the touch feels. Your shirt is pushed up, so your breast is free and your nipple is stiff in the cool night air. You swear a finger is circling it, occasionally pulling on the puckered flesh. When you try to touch it yourself, something invisible catches your hand and pinns it to the ground above your head.

"What-?" you squeak, but can't do anything against what's happening next. Your other arm is caught in the same way, pinned so you're immobile and soon your thrashing legs follow, getting pinned so you're now spreadeagle and tangled in your mess of sheets and blankets. You can see the low light of the fire outside of your tent and know that while it might be night, it's nowhere near the new day.

Invisible hands push your shirt out of the way for good, exposing both your tits to the cool air. You can't help but moan when something licks and sucks them. Is that the outline of a person you see shimmering there...?

"Fuck!", you moan when your pants are ripped right off you at the same time as your left nipple is viciously twisted. Your glistening cunt now for whatever entity is manhandling you. All your squirming and struggling is for nothing, the hands holding you are like iron cuffs. You know now that you have to take whatever they'll do to you, and you have a pretty good idea where that is - fully exposed like this you expect to be fucked quite thoroughly by these... ghosts, you realize. It must be the ghosts inhabiting the ancient ruines.

You moan when a cold, almost-there hand touches your clit. These shapes have been waiting for a long time, you think. And of course you place your camp right in their domain, like the dumb slut you are. The hands keep teasing you and it doesn't take long for your juices leak from your cunt and your moans to be loud enough you're almost sure will attrackt even more unwanted attention.

Something slaps your face and when you gasp, taken aback, a cold cock forces it's way down your throat. You gurgle and thrash around, to no avail of course. The ghost is fucking your face with abandon - but not hurried. You get the impression that they're savoring it.

Then your legs are pushed up toward your tits, exposing you even more. You know what comes next: a thick cock is sliding around your slit, gathering your juices. The thick mushroom tip of it is teasing your entrance, sliding in so that your pussy is streched around it before pulling back. You quirm you hips, unsure if you're trying to get away or for that cock to finally sink into you.

You'd beg, but can't with the cock still shoved down your throat. You're sure you'll be sore come morrow. When the dick finally slides into your cunt fully, you're granted no time to get used to it's enormous size. You should thank that werewold for preparing you, because the fucking that follows is hard and fast, slamming you into the ground with each forceful thrust.

The cock in your mouth is picking up speed as well, and before long it pulses, thickens and shoots roaps of cum down your throat. You're near your orgasm as well, welcoming it after all the teasing and it's only fair that you get to cum too, right? But the cock in you cunt slams into you and stays there, deep inside of you, right as you're at the edge.

"Nnnngjhgnn", you mewl around the cock. You try to quirm again, to get the friction you need to cum, but it's no use. Once the cock pulls out of your mouth, you start begging.

"Please," you moan. "Please let me cum. Please make me cum..."

The ghost makes you cockwarm them for what feels like an eternity. You're helpless and stretched around a cock, panting, begging. Then, you feel another cock nudging your lips. You open your mouth, welcoming it. And as you please this new ghost with your mouth, the cock in your pussy finally starts moving again, too. Like the first time, it thrusts into you forcefully and so deep from the get go, no build up. They're making you take every inch. Your orgasm builds quicker than the first time - but like the first time, right when you reach the edge, ready to fall over, it stops. You take another load down your throat, but the dick in your pussy stills.

"Please, please, please", you beg when your mouth is free again. Your juices are gushing around the cock stretching you out, but your orgasm is denied. Again and again, it continues. Your throat is fucked raw and you take what feels like a dozen loads like that, but your pussy is denied until you can see the first pink of the day.

"No, no please don't leave, don't go! Fuck me! Make me cum, please," you plead, since the ghosts will be gone at the first ray of light that creeps over the mountaintop.

You wish is granted, finally. You scream as the cock that you've warmed all night and that teased you all night starts pistoning in and out of you again with purpose. Mouths lodge themselves to your nipples, sucking, biting and invisible hands are all over you. When they start teasing your clit, feeling the cock move so deep inside of you, feeling so streched and violated - you cum. You cum so hard that your vision turns white and when you come to again, it's light out, your pussy is empty and leaking cum and your voice is raw from the throat fucking you've been subjected to and from screaming.

What will you do now?

bring your findings home, then keep searching for the book

bring your findings home, then try out that plug you found in the ruines

Voting ended onOct 7, 2024

sxslls

Magic Enhancement

The hike home feels like one long walk of shame. Your legs are shaky and you've got all this stuff you found with you, too. It feels as if everyone you see on your way knows you've been fucket into next week by what felt like a dozen of ghosts.

When you finally make it home, you store all the things, except the plug. It's gold in color and there are differently coloured stones set in the metal. On top of that, there are runes carved into it. You don't know what they mean, but you're not an expert at all in the arcane. You're more of a 'friendly neighborhood witch' that can cure coughs and ease childbirth. People like you and buy your medicine and solutions often - from love-potions to first-aid stuff. It's a mix of magic things and medicine, really. Not all things need magic to be fixed and some basic coughing-sirup doesn't need to be enchanted to work perfectly fine.

Your magic is average at best. You're sure though, with the enchanted book and the right ingredients your summoning will work. You could even have some of the other local witches join in to make sure there's enough power to not only summon but bind the demon for a while. However long it takes for it to fuck you thoroughly and fill you with it's seed. Seed you need for further studies.

You decide that before you keep searching for the book at the blue lake, you not only deserve some rest but you also deserve to try out the plug. If this journey taught you anything, it's that filling and streching all your holes seems to be beneficial to your goal.

You decide for that bath first though. The plug can wait another day. This journey has taken a lot out of you. Aside from getting railed so often in the last few days you were hiking around a lot to find the ingredients and the book. You're sore and not only in the fun way. The warm water and heavily scented bath oils you use are exactly what you need to relax. Your pussy twitches a bit, but you decide not to touch it right now. You kinda want to... but getting edged and denied a whole night long is enough to warrant a longer break. Those asshole ghosts didn't even do any aftercare - so you'll have to do it yourself. You drink a big glass of juice in the bath and have a hearty meal afterwards. You take the day to relax and sort through everything you gathered. All those nice herbs you got, the vial of werewolf cum and the plug. You bed feels heavenly and you sleep like the dead until the sun is almost at it's zenith the next day.

Your anticipation grows. After a big cup of herbal tea you decide that you've waited long enough. The plug is shiny. You take it into your hand to look at it closely again and your other hand automatically slips between your legs to rub at your clit. It's not a small plug. Certainly big enough for you to feel the stretch once you've worked it inside of you, you think. But You need to do some preparation first. A nice orgasm and some lube are essential for this. You also thoroughly clean the plug. Who knows, right? Safery first. You get the lube ready and rub your clit more aggressively. An orgasm will loosen you up, but the main event will be pushing the plug in. You just know that it will feel amazing inside of your ass.

It doesn't take you long to cum. Rubbing your clit like this is a dirty and cheap trick that always works. Your juices are overflowing. Normally, this wouldn't really satisfy you, but alas, it's only the start. You move to get on all fours on the bed, no pants or panties on and with your tits hanging down. You spend some time flicking and pulling at your nipples before picking the plug up, spreading a generous amount of lube around your ass and onto the plug and pushing it against your puckered asshole.

Your ass clenches, the plug is cold and feels massive against your tiny hole. But you're sure you can work it in. You push and feel it spreading your muscles. It's a tight fit and you don't even get it to the thickest part before you have to pull it back again. Fuck - pushing it in alone will be so intense. You tease your asshole a bit with the plug. The metal is getting warmer, too. You liked the cold before and with a smaller plug you would've tried pushing it in fast, feeling the metal warm inside your warm ass, but with this monster... no thanks.

By the time you've worked it as far as the thickest part you're a moaning mess and if it wasn't you yourself pushing it in, you'd be begging by now. Your hole is streched so intensely. You push and pull the plug so the thickest part fucks your ass before letting go, letting your greedy asshole swallow the thick plug all the way.

It settles deep inside of you, making you feel so full. You gasp - but not only because your ass is so stuffed. No, you feel a powerful magic inside. Is the plug amplifying your powers? You sink into your sheets, trying to get used to being so full when the plug starts vibrating. Low, at first, but intensifying the more you concentrate on it.

"F-fuck, fuck," you mutter. Your fingers slip on the base of the plug. Maybe you shouldn't have pushed a foreign object like this into your asshole. You should've done some research on it. "Fuck!" The vibrations keep intensifying and you can't get the thing out of your ass.

All the euphoria from getting it into your ass disappear and you start to panic, but your hands are slippery and the plug is so big and it starts moving back and forth a bit and fuck fuck fuck fuck!

You gasp out another orgasm, wirthering in the sheets and involuntarily pulling your nipples, rubbing your clit. Afterwards, the plug settles and stops moving and vibrating. Just sitting there in your ass, as if nothing happened.

And it definetly amplifies your magic, you can feel it now, lying on your ruined sheets, asshole clenching around the thick intrusion. You imagine yourself summoning the demon, plugged up like this... your pussy clenches around nothing. You should get up and search at the Blue Lake.

And, you think, maybe you should have the plug inside just in case you need your magic powers enhanced. On the other hand, hiking with the plug inside will make your journey harder. You could also take it with you in your bag and put it in once you're there. The risk of losing the artifact is there, though.

What do you do?

Leave the plug inside of you on your journey to the Blue Lake

Leave the plug at home for easier traveling

Take the plug with you, to put it in when you reach the Blue Lake

Remaining time: 3 days 13 hours

bimboinheat

Look at you, you're a fucking animal in heat, you can't do anything without your cunt taking over and making you hump the first thing you see, can you? You're so desperate to ride cock, edging your mind away knowing that you don't deserve to cum unless you are told to, keep edging, keep humping, keep being a disgusting little fuck doll, let your brains leak out of your cunt as your mind turns to mush. Keep being needy, keep being desperate, keeping being the perfect little fucked up pervert that you are, good girl

prettyykiitty

cute date idea: you chase me through the woods while i’m naked and when you catch me you rape all of my holes

lostinallmydreams

i love when older men speak to me like i’m a little girl knowing what they really wanna do is force me down and take my little virgin cunt until i can’t walk 🤭

screaminglillith

I love this. speak down to me pls

ashysubbydesires

Sorry could you say that again I got distracted imaging how good it would feel if you were on top of me right now

lunababyxo

denying orgasms will have u waking up with a throbbing cunt, go to work with a desperate cunt, and go to sleep with a poor swollen cunt and all you think about is dick and creampies and being forced to take a hard fucking and thinking of the next time you can edge your cun t and

synesthetika

Your future mostly involves edging, falling asleep as you grind into the bed, restless sleep full of depraved dreams and then waking up to find that you're touching yourself again, on repeat

foreverfallingfading

im hotter when im edging myself dumber!

hypnopum

“Oh, you poor, weak little mortal. Did you think that your resistance meant anything?” Your demonic patron, Sinder, was laughing at you, knelt on the floor before them. “When all it took was one look at me and you fell right back under my thumb?” Their laughter echoed through you.

You had given in so quickly. “It’s cute, really. You’ve put all the effort in, all that work. You claim you want to be free, you claim that you don’t want to be my brainwashed thrall…” They paused, their voice becoming a soft purr in your ears, as they walked towards you.

They walked behind you, and then draped their arms around your neck, leaning on you, whispering in your ear. You felt their tail, idly wrap around your leg. The hardness of one of their horns, resting on your head. “But then, you’d be without me.” The idea made you feel… Lost.

“Without the warmth of my control, guiding you. Leading you.” You didn’t want to lose them. You had been stupid to resist. “Maybe it’s time I picked it up a bit. Maybe it’s time that I installed something more… Permanent in your brain?” Their tail unwound from your leg.

“Yeah!” They said, eagerly. I’m going to give you a gift, toy. And you’re going to love it. It might be scary, at first. Their tail pressed against your other ear, pushing something into your mind. “But give it time, and you’ll love what having me inside you will do to you.”

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bitchcunthaver

i probably make really cute sounds when im being aggressively groped and forced into various positions

ferrousfaerie

It's okay for subs to be a little bit dumb bc their brains overheat when u edge and overstim them. this is just a fact of nature

monstersflashlight

I've never done this before but here I go!!

Male!Vampire x Male!Vampire dating and things very quickly get heated. Both trying to be dominant, getting rough and trying to out-do the other in the bedroom. At first playfully seeing who's the strongest vampire before turning into a full on contest

Sorry if this is too weird 😭

Wrestling

Male!vampire x male!vampire reader || wrestling, rough sex, dirty talk, oral sex, cnc (kinda), cum-play, overstimulation ||tw: blood, violence? (but horny)

It started as a joke. Most things between the two of you started as a joke. A push here, a push there… Just a way to rile the other up or just to mess with each other. It was all fun and games, truly. Until your competitive part showed up to play. Which was not great, having into consideration that your vampire boyfriend was equally competitive. What can happen if two super strong vampires get into a stupid feud to see who can win in a wrestling match? Well… A lot can happen apparently.

The first time it happens is almost by mistake. You hit his arm a bit too strongly, your newfound vampire strength not catching up to your brain yet. He looks at you almost offended, hitting your bicep right back. And just like that you are launching yourself at him and wrestling until you are under him, breathing hard and a bit more than aroused. He bites your neck and takes long gulps of blood while you wet your underwear with a sudden orgasm that catches both of you unprepared.

And it only escalates from there. Every once in a while, one of you gets a bit too harsh with the other and it ends up on the floor. Or the mattress. Or with someone’s face pressed against the glass while the other goes to town on their neck. It’s a bit of a dance between the two of you. A sweaty, bloody dance. One that you get off on. And so does your vampire boyfriend.

And today it’s no different.

You are breathing hard, almost as if your heart was still beating. But that’s not what really concerned you at the moment, because your heartbeat might be slow as dead, but the throbbing in your dick is more than real and getting increasingly uncomfortable while he pinned your head down with his hand and plastered himself against your back.

His equally hard erection is pressing against your backside and you want to arch your back to rub against it, but he overpowered you completely. You can’t move. Which only makes everything even more intense, even more hot. Your face is on the ground, your boyfriend’s fangs are on your neck, and you are three seconds away from coming in your pants like you are nothing but a human. A human.

“Do you surrender?” He asks, the smugness in his tone too much for you. You might be hot for your vampire boyfriend’s show off of power, but you are not going to let him win. Over your dead body. Or dead-er.

“No,” you grunt, pushing back trying to take him to the ground.

sapphling

try not to unlearn all your shame in case there's something good stuff in there that you can sexualize

ninthcrypt

cervix penetration is so appealing to me but a lot of the porn that includes it disregards what's one of the best parts to me - nothing is supposed to go through there. the amount of pure time and dedication someone would have to have to slowly, slowly, dilate your cervix to accept their cock whenever they want it? spending months and months of daily sessions spread open with your hole gaped and clenching around a cold metal speculum as your dom slides an even bigger sound through your cervix as you cry and whimper and cramp around it? that's beautiful

genderinclusiveslut

Concept: hypnotist creates a ‘wake up button’ in their oral slut that only works when it’s being pressed. And it’s at the back of the subject’s throat

genderinclusiveslut

Imagine someone being completely helpless and programmed to be addicted to sucking all kinds of dick. They have a constant need to deepthroat and will literally beg to have their face fucked, but the second a cock touches the back of their throat they snap out of trance. They’re completely aware of how slutty they’ve been and as long as they’ve got cock in their throat they’re horrified.

And then as soon as they pull away the programming snaps back into place, over and over and over

genderinclusiveslut

dom holding the subject down while they choke and sputter and try to get away and the dom is taunting them ‘look at you, look how smart you used to be but now you’re my dumb oral whore. can’t do anything but suck cock but when you finally get to do it, you wanna be smart again? So ungrateful’

and as soon as the dom lets the sub go they’re a stupid oral slut again but the dom won’t let up ‘you wanna get away from my cock so bad, maybe I’ll just fuck your hole instead’ and ‘no no baby don’t cry, you wanted this. The second you get my cock in your throat you don’t want it anymore so many mixed signals.’

And all the while the sub is begging and crying ‘please use my mouth please please I need it please I’ll be so good I need you to fuck my face’ but the dom won’t listen just bends the slut over and pounds their hole like ‘you should be grateful I’m using you at all. Could just tie you up and leave you empty. Could make you kneel between my legs and make you watch me jerk off and leave all your pretty little holes empty. Maybe I will, huh? Maybe I’ll let you see just how good you really have it’

And maybe after the dom cums they let the sub warm their soft cock and everything in the sub goes quiet because they have their mouth filled but there’s nothing to touch the button at the back of their throat so the world can be gentle and soft and wonderful

monstersflashlight

I work as a daycare assistant, and I happen to meet a lot of monstrous dudes who are picking up their little siblings/cousins. The little children decide to play matchmaker ;)

There was a little orc pulling at your hand, taking you with him to the door. "Come on, teacher, come with me." You let him drag you out, chuckling at his insistence.

"Where to? I have job to do, hon," you tried, amused at his antics.

"You need to meet him!" He insisted, pulling harder and making you wince internally. Baby monsters had an amazing amount of strength.

"Who?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"My uncle!" He exclaimed, pointing outside.

You were about to tell him you couldn't get out of the school when you looked up and faces the prettiest orc you've ever set your eyes on. He was looking at you with the same level of amazement, and something inside of you just... knew. Maybe the kid had a point.

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