it's supposed to be something cute, something wholesome, for god's sake. just a cute petname that you call him, nothing more. it even started out as a joke—you weren't keen on doing something so drastic anytime soon—and yet…
and yet.
"how's my future husband doing today?" you greet upon answering the phone.
he grunts out some reply, putting his phone on speaker as he continues to drive home to you. you begin making small talk, talking about your day and whatnot, and he's doing his best to focus. he really is, he swears.
he just can't help it if he gets rock hard whenever you call him… that. he just loves you that much. maybe it's even romantic, in a way.
"so, husband, are you almost home? i made your favorite." you say cheerily, seemingly entirely unaware of the effect you have on him.
"fucking hell." he mumbles.
"what was that?"
he takes a few deep breaths—in through the nouse, out through the mouth. he can't be getting this damn horny over a simple name. a term of endearment. but, hell, it feels like he's discovering porn for the first time. there's just something so intimate about it, something that has a glow of warmth spreading from his heart to the rest of his body. it consumes him in the best way.
"i'm going to need you to do me a favor."he says, finally.
"sure, anything."
his voice comes out deeper than you expect, "cover the food and keep it in the fridge for now. we won't be eating dinner 'til late."
//
"mmh— fuck— baby!" you moan, your boyfriend has you folded in half on the bed, pounding into you ruthlessly. you're on your back, ankles resting on his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole.
this has been going on from the moment he stepped into your shared apartment.
"that's not what you call me, darling. try again." he says, giving your nipple a light pinch.
"hnngh— my— fuck— husband!"
"that's it," he groans, reaching to rub your clit in time with his thursts, "my pretty wife, so good for me. taking your husband's cock so well, huh?"
"mmhm," you nod, "love m' husband's cock so much!"
he feels you tighten around him, and he knows you're close. he isn't that far behind, either.
"you like it that much too, huh? wanna be my little wifey?" he asks, angling so he can hit that spot that gets you over the edge.
Your kidnapper forcing you to choose between dignity and comfort. You eat with them or not at all. If you don’t sleep in their bed next to them, you sleep chained up on the cold floor. They only let you relax at their feet or in their lap. You wear their clothes or you go naked. Until eventually, you come to rely on them completely.
Request: Invisible monster x reader. Invisible monster is like the Invisible man, a lil crazy, but really desperate for best friend reader. Maybe best friend reader let's him stay the night and he gets up for water w/o his bandages and sees reader masturbating while saying his name and well helps her out.
You are right at it, your legs parted, head thrown back as your finger plays with the little bundle of nerves that drives you completely insane as you keep working yourself higher and higher in your frenzy to come.
You have been at it for what feels like hours, but in reality it’s probably been less than ten minutes. But you are so worked up. The second you stepped into your room, your pants were on the floor and your back was hitting the mattress, one hand reaching down to slip under your panties.
You’ve been worked up all day because of your stupid best friend. Your stupidly great best friend whom you had a crush on for months, and he hasn’t caught on yet. He’s so obvious it’s painful, and you don’t want to be too straightforward about it because you know his story.
You know he gets spooked easily, and because he’s invisible when he’s not wearing clothes… You don’t want to spook him and not see him again. Not that you think he’d ever do that, but you are a bit scared to put yourself out there just like that.
So you’ve been dropping hints.
Hints like hanging out more and more. Like leaving your bedroom door half-open when you start to jerk off… You know, soft hints.
And right now, your friend is sleeping in the other room, the one whose wall you share, the one you know is so paper-thin and if you are a bit too loud he would hear you. And you don’t want that, do you? You’ve been fantasizing with the idea, sure, but you don’t want your best friend to find you… right? Maybe you do.
Maybe you want him to take off his clothes so he’s completely invisible. Maybe you want him to slip into your room and look at you as you touch yourself thinking about it. Maybe you want him to stare at your pussy as you play with yourself just for his enjoyment.
You rub your clit faster, your other hand playing with your breast over your soft cotton shirt, the friction of the fabric only making it feel more erotic in a way. You let out the tiniest of moans, that sounds a lot like your best friend’s name. You hear something hitting the floor, but you guess it’s just your cat playing with something again.
But when your door opens just slightly and there’s nothing there, your heartbeat starts to pick up, pumping adrenaline to your cells. You let out another tiny whimper when you hear a single crack as he steps on the loose floorboard. You are breathing hard, and even though you don’t know if he’s even here… you can’t avoid shivering in anticipation.
You open your legs more, gathering some of your juices to rub your clit again, throwing your head back and groaning unashamedly when you feel the mattress tilt a little. You can’t see him, or his expression, but there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s there right now. He’s watching you jerk off in front of him, and you have never been more horny.
“Please,” you mumble in the direction you think he is.
There’s a soft sound, and in a second you feel his hands on your thighs, pushing them further apart when his mouth lands on your pussy. You let out a screech that probably scared everyone in the building, but you don’t fucking care when he starts to eat you out like a desperate soul.
The fact that you can’t see anything but the indents of his hands on your thighs is driving you into another dimension. There’s something utterly naughty and perverted about him eating you out like this, completely invisible. And he’s slurping on your pussy like his life depends on it.
You can’t do anything but to grab onto the sheets as you scream in pleasure and he continues his assault on your senses with his clever tongue that’s set on driving you insane.
“You taste like the best dessert, I could devour you,” he mumbles against your lips and you almost laugh.
But it’s cut short when one of his hands travels to your pussy, and he slips two fingers inside of you. You scream his name as he sucks on your clit, fingers curling just right to touch that special place inside of you that makes your toes curl, and your eyes roll back into your head.
“Just like that, be a good girl and come for me. Let me feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” his words feel filthy against your pussy as you arch your back, trying to get as close as possible to his wicked mouth.
Your hand flies down until you touch his hair. You open your eyes in time to see your hand floating as you pull at his hair, pressing his face harder against your pussy. You marvel at him, groaning as if you are the best thing he’s ever tasted, but at the same time, not seeing anything between your legs gives you a kick of arousal that makes everything so much more intense.
You let out a scream that could rival banshees when you start to come around his fingers. He sucks harder against your clit, flicking it with his tongue as he milks every drop of pleasure from your trembling body as you pant.
But he doesn’t stop.
He only slows down a bit before he’s mumbling: “Again.”
You scream when he goes for it again, playing all your sensitive spots like a professional when you continue to ride his face. He’s moaning against your pussy, drinking you in as he licks around his fingers, his nose rubbing deliciously against your clit.
“Let go,” he mumbles. And you comply, unable to do anything against it as another orgasm hits you like a tidal wave.
He kitten-licks your pussy until the aftershocks are too much and you pull his head away. It’s a bit unnerving not seeing him right now, not knowing what he’s thinking.
He breaks the silence first, his tone of utter wonder when he says: “That was… wow.” You can’t help yourself as you snort.
“You didn’t even come,” you tell him with a smirk.
“Next time,” he assures you.
“Next time?” You ask, your voice hopeful.
“Yes. Next time. I tasted you, there’s no way I’m letting you go now.” His hands are on your sides and he maneuvers you until you feel his full body pressing against your back, cuddling you. “Now let’s go to sleep, I have plans for tomorrow,” the innuendo is clear in his tone.
You fall asleep with a smile on your lips, and an idea already forming in your mind. You are going to rock his world the same way he just did to yours.
are you liking my pictures because you wanna lick my pussy and fuck me against a wall or do you just really vibe with my energy and think i’m platonically pretty
Monster surrogacy isn’t a job for most people, but you love it.
You were pregnant with a litter of werewolf pups when you met with a new customer.
Instantly, you recognized him as a vampire. He was tall and pale, closing an umbrella as he walked into your workplace.
“Are you… currently available?”
His red eyes shift to your swollen belly, which instantly answered his question. You still gave him a polite, if sheepish, smile.
“Ah, not at the moment. I’m-“
He stepped forward, eyes still focused on your baby bump. “… do you perhaps… let people sample you before they impregnate you?”
The hunger in his eyes was palpable, his voice becoming more husky and deeper with each word. It seemed just seeing you there, heavy and pregnant, was enough to get him going.
You glanced down at your belly, then to the back room. “I suppose so, as long as you’re gentle…”
His hand moved down to the fat of your hips, his other using your pregnant belly as leverage as he fucked into you.
“Fuck…” he murmured into your ear, his fangs brushing agaisnt your neck. When he noticed milk beading at your nipples, he reached up to grope and knead them.
He was faster than the werewolf you had before. Though his cock didn’t swell and knot inside of you, it moved so quick and found your g-spot within seconds.
Milk spurted from your heavy tits as he came inside of you, his teeth sinking into your neck. He didn’t draw much blood, just enough for a quick taste before he pulled away.
He dressed quietly, eyeing you up the entire time as you cleaned his cum from your trembling thighs.
“… once you are recovered from pregnancy, I will request your services again. I require an heir.”
With that he walked out of your store, leaving you excited for his next appointment.
“I sure hope this doesn’t activate my cnc kink.” “I sure hope this doesn’t activate my intox kink.” “I sure hope this doesn’t activate my kidnapping kink.” “I sure hope this doesn’t activate my knife kink.” “I sure hope this doesn’t activate my gun kink.” “I sure hope this doesn’t activate my electro kink.” “I sure hope-
Thrusting into her even after she cums. Her pussy twitches on my cock and her wetness drips onto the sheets. Moans turn into giggles as her head fills with dopamine. But I don’t stop. Her overstimulated pussy still takes my pounding cock. Her giggles turn back cries of ecstasy. It’s too much, she’s too sensitive. Then why are you still soaking my shaft in your juices? Because it hurts so fucking good. It almost stings when I rub your clit, but you still crave it. I take my other hand and cover your mouth as your cries get louder. You scream into my palm as I feel your pussy tighten further around my dick. Are you gonna cum again? You nod. Good girl. Let yourself go cockdrunk around daddy’s shaft. Earn that load, sweetheart.
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