Doing the “comparing hand sizes thing” with a werewolf trying to flirt, giggling about how big and long their fingers are, meanwhile they’re internally panicking. How can you hunt and protect yourself with such small paws??? :( you dont even have claws.
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So yeah. You wanna beat the bots? Make things. Comment. The internet's not dead as long as you're still here making noise.
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just once I want to see a good post critiquing makeup culture that doesn’t turn out to be made by some janky radfem blog
oh hey!! I’m not a janky radfem I can do it myself!
makeup culture is wack and normalizes a ludicrously high bar as the bare minimum women can do. I saw a “lazy"makeup tutorial the other day that listed 22 separate goddamn products. you’re supposed to buy and know how to use 22 different things on your face just for the privilege of being considered lazy and that’s uuuuuuh what’s the word? bullshit.
Really, five products could work, even 3. Just frame the face, eyes, lips, and you’re done.
0 products also works great
because I’m gonna be real here, the idea that 22 products is a minimum sucks but it’s really upsetting that any amount of makeup is the bare minimum at all
I would really just suggest some powder foundation, concealer, mascara and lipgloss/lipstick, or tbh just mascara works too, but that’s up to you
I’m sorry if I didn’t express this clearly enough in the original post but I’m not really looking for more concise makeup regiments. my intention was to point out how it’s Bad that makeup is considered a bare minimum at all, regardless of individual feelings on the matter
no face should be “required” to have “a minimum” of makeup. makeup has no health benefits and does nothing but fill the pockets of companies that prey on women and our insecurities.
makeup should not be seen as hygiene because it isnt. get that shit out of your head.
this post: makeup culture is ridiculous and 22 products should not be considered a minimum requirement for someones face. no one should have to do that
the notes: so like……. what youre saying is……. we need to make the minimum about 5 or 6 instead… i gotcha
Really the only makeup you need is eyeliner but that’s just my personal opinion
One Bed - Hurt Comfort - I Would Die for You - Heartbroken People (Features mentions of former sexual abuse)
(repost from when I was shadow banned)
As a concubine, I knew the male form well. I had seen many versions of it, large and small, strong and weak. During my service to the royal court, I had seen as many men as there were drops of rain in the sky. It was because of this I saw them all the same. It didn’t matter what color, what size, or how skilled in the bed they were. I didn’t recognize them. They were all one blur, one shape, one person.
I could have stayed and continued to enjoy the luxury I did. But where would that get me? Having children was out of the question. I took the maid root to make sure that never happened. I would stagnate, turn to the same drugs they always did, grow old and train other girls in the same craft. No. What I know ends with me. That’s why I left. I didn’t want to be a murky, scum filled pond for others to fester in. Luxury or not, I wasn’t ready to give up
The shape that is under me now is a silent, gruff creature. Serban is his name. If it were not for him, I would have died on the path. I had been too afraid to stop for long and so I was exhausted, hungry, wasting away as it was. He found me passed out by the river, him and his silly excuse of a dog. I take him now to insure my keep. After all, he is alone in these mountains, growing just barely enough for himself.
His hands are large and callused. I recognize their touch upon me. He doesn’t grab too hard, nor does he push me around. More than not, he simply keeps his hands on me.
I brush my hair after the deed. My nape is sweaty, so I pull my hair up and away from it to keep it from getting too dirty too quickly.
“Do you take no pleasure in it?” The shape asked. He was still on the bed, lounged out from my services.
“I do not need to,” I reply. “It’s your pleasure that matters.”
He let out a huff and sat up on his elbows. “I’m going hunting. I suggest you do not leave the cabin until I get back.”
Was he wanting to keep me here for good? Just until spring, he said, and the mountain path would clear. He would then take me to the strait and I would be free to live my life.
“A terrible storm is supposed to pass through the mountains. I would hate for you to get caught in it,” Serban added as he pulled up his trousers.
To be caught in a storm, to be swept away for good, what bliss. “But you’re going hunting?”
He chuckled. “I’ll be back before it gets too rough. Right now is the perfect time to go hunting as animals are out and about gathering before the storm hits.” He picked up his shirt and shook it out. “I’ll be leaving Red Dog here, just in case. He’ll look for me if I don’t come back in a timely manner.”
Red Dog had been the one to sniff me out. He looked more like a worn sock than a dog, but he was a good creature to have around, and I liked his sleepy, gentle company.
Serban’s hand was upon my shoulder and I stiffened. I set my brush down, sitting still for him. I waited for some sort of command or blow.
“I showed you where the extra logs are, right?”
I nodded in silence.
“There’s a couple of axes out there as well, if you need them.” His hand left me and he started for the other room.
I cut my eyes to the mirror, watching his great big back as he exited the door. I relaxed some, letting out a breath, then clutching my chest. At least he would be leaving. I would have a moment to read.
I wasn’t able to take much out of the palace with me, but I had taken some books that had brought me comfort there. In hindsight, I probably should have packed more food. But that doesn’t matter now.
Red Dog sat at my feet as I read at the table. The kitchen was the warmest area of the house. Adding the scent of bread baking this was the most comfortable I had felt in a long time.
Lifting his weary head, Red Dog let out a small whine.
I glanced anxiously at the door, then reached down and petted his head. “What is it, boy?” He settled once again, falling deep asleep within moments.
“I envy that power,” I muttered to him. Red Dog made me think of the zoo back at the palace. I loved it there, before the king lost his patience with the animals sleeping. “Sleep all you want,” I murmured to him. “You’ve earned it.”
The weather grew worse during the evening, and even in the morning, the winds were frightening. Red Dog stood attentively at the door, head alert, tail stiff. Nothing I could do would move him.
“Maybe he won’t come back.” I murmured as I watched out the window. All I could see was white as harsh winds blew the snow around in skin-ripping torrents. “Maybe it will be just us from here on out,” I said to the dog.
He sneezed, and I went back to the stove.
I had learned to bake bread as a passing fancy. The king thought it would be good for each of his concubines to know the skill, to cook for him in place of his usual kitchen staff. I didn’t like cooking, but I enjoyed the patience and waiting that bread required.
The door swung open, letting in snow and fury. Red Dog bounced around happily, yapping at the figure who came through the door. The shape walked in slowly, carrying something heavy across its shoulders. I hid down behind the counter, holding the bread knife tight in my hand.
“Good boy, Red Dog. Good boy.” It was Serban’s voice that came out of the shape, so I relaxed my grip upon the knife. I stood from behind the counter, watching him.
Serban struggled to take the pack off his back. “There you are.” He let out a moan of anguish. “My, my, it smells good in here.” He shrugged the large load off his back, letting it fall upon the kitchen table. Snow fell from him in sheets, having turned to ice upon his coat.
I gasped, lurching forward, searching under the freezing bundle for my book.
“Easy there, girl. It’s only wild boar.”
I glared at him, finally pulling my book to freedom. Blood spilled across the pages. My mouth hung open in horror.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Serban murmured. “I didn’t see it lying there. Here. Put some cloth between the wet pages and let it sit before the fire for a moment.”
The bright red, smearing and dulling the words on the page, made my hands shake and my insides turn to ice. I dropped the book, running away from it in fright. I went and hid, wrapping myself in a blanket and hiding in the corner between the wall and the dresser.
“Miss,” Serban’s voice called through the darkness. “I’m sorry about your book.” He came walking into the room, footsteps quiet and slow. “I uh…I don’t know what you like to read, but I have these.” He set a small stack of books down before the dresser. “I’m trying to take care of your book now. It should be alright.” He placed down a plate of my bread with butter melting into a bright red jam.
“The bread has been a treat for me,” he murmured. “But we need to conserve the flour we’ve got. I won’t be able to get anymore until the thaw.”
I remained silent.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured in a gentle voice. He got up and left, leaving the door ajar. Just enough that Red Dog could poke his head in and trot into the room.
I reached out for the bread, taking a bite and picking. The jam was tart, a hint of cinnamon, then a small wave of heat.
Red Dog plopped down beside me, sniffing and licking the melted butter dripping down my hand.
After I ate, I went to stand but remembered the books. They looked ragged! Worn to death. I took a book, which was worn from countless readings. It was poetry and short stories about the Spice Country.
I peeked out into the kitchen, seeing Serban slumped over the kitchen table, sleeping. I quietly stepped out, intending to get more bread, then go to bed. The old floors creaked as I stepped upon them.
Red Dog suddenly let out a loud, terrifying bark.
Serban sat up with alarm, looking around the room, then directly at me. “Oh, you’re out.”
I went rigid again, holding my arms before me and nodding.
“Stop that,” he grunted, holding his foggy head. “You don’t need to behave like that around me.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like I’m going to hit you if you don’t behave!” He huffed, standing up from the table. “I’m not. I’m only going to touch you when it feels good.”
I averted my eyes.
Serban stood before me. “I ask for your company because it is cold up here and the only companionship is my dog. That bed in there is big and having you in it settles my nerves.”
I nodded in silence.
“Speak up! Do you have any feelings about it?”
I pressed my lips together in a firm line.
Serban sighed. “What do you plan to do out there by yourself?” When I didn’t answer, he let out a long, heavy sigh. “Did you like the books?”
I lifted my eyes to him.
“They belonged to my wife. I haven’t looked at them in ages.” He walked around me, heading to the bedroom. “I hope you enjoy them.”
I followed him, watching as he took off his clothes. I followed suit, removing my sweater, my tunic, dropping my skirt upon the ground. Serban got into bed and I crawled under the blankets with him. I pressed myself against his body, letting my skin grow warm.
Serban growled. “What are you doing?”
“What we agreed upon.” I stroked my palm down his body, feeling how strong and hairy he was.
He took hold of my hand. “I’m tired. I just want to rest. That’s enough for me tonight.” He placed my hand over his chest.
My fingers tensed. “What is?”
A strange laugh left his lips. “Holding me. Cuddling me.”
I wasn’t sure how to take that, so I laid there, quiet, and pressed against him. Eventually, I drift to sleep, holding Serban’s colossal frame.
I woke up in the morning to find him holding me. I remain still, too afraid to stir should his arms come down around me and crush me. But his grasp was weak, as he was still asleep. The way his arms held me was more protective than it was possessive. I crept out of them, standing and looking down upon him. He was deep asleep.
“Strange,” I said to myself. I stepped back into the kitchen, finding my book sitting before the woodstove. The soiled pages had bits of cloth between them to keep them from sticking together. Blood blotted most of the pages where I had been reading. What remained was brown and hard.
I took it to the table, testing the pages to see how stiff they were. Red Dog shuffled out from the bedroom, flopping down before the woodstove now that it was free.
“How is it?”
I jumped in my seat, looking up as Serban’s shape stepped into the kitchen. “Fine,” I mumbled. “You did a good job.”
“Good. I’m glad.” He sounded shy, something I was familiar with in my line of work. He stepped out of the bedroom further. “I hope the other books will be good for you, too.”
“Where did you get the Spice Country book?” I asked.
His shape shifted in a way that made him seem shocked. “Oh well uh…my wife was originally from there. I met her when I was a soldier.”
I tilted my head to the side. Why would anyone leave the Spice Country for this snowy hellscape? “She left Spice Country for you?”
Serban laughed, placing his hand around his stomach. “You say it so bluntly! Actually, no, I left my home for her. We lived in Spice Country for a long while.” He came towards the table, taking a seat across from me.
I tilted my head to the side, watching his shape lower into the chair. “Then how did you come here?”
He sighed heavily. “Grief.”
I shifted my eyes away. I didn’t know how to respond to that. “Must have been devastating.”
He nodded, running his fingers through his curly hair.
Wait.
Curly hair?
“I lost both her and my child,” he admitted. He spoke in a torn and pained, yet somehow relieved, voice. “After I buried them, I came here.”
I only shot fleeting glances at him, just to read his expression. “Was she young?”
“She was. Even if she wasn’t, it was still too soon.” He let out a sigh. “I’ve not told anyone that.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Who is there up here to tell?”
He chuckled, his long, dark curls fell over the blur of his face. “I suppose you’re right. Before you showed up, I was deeply lonely.”
“I was feeling smothered.” This, I offered this freely. I was glad to get it out.
He nodded, letting out a breath. “Well, out here, it’s just the three of us. You’re free to tell me to fuck off.”
I shook my head. “I owe you for saving my life. The least I can do is lie with you.”
His brow furrowed, and I wasn’t sure if he was angry or concerned. “You don’t have to if-”
“I want to,” I interrupted him quickly. “There’s not much use for me, really. I’m not a good cook. All I know is bread. I’m not a wonderful housekeeper either. But I know bodies. I know fucking. I can perform that job very well.”
“Yes, well…” He sounded shy again. “You do. Are-” he cleared his throat.
I stood up. “Let me thank you for fixing my book.”
Serban looked away from me. His tusk raised as his jaw went tight. “You don’t have to.”
“Please.” I knelt down between his thighs, undoing the ties on his pants and tugging them down. His large, green staff had mottled specks of purple and brown, and thick veins bulged along the side. His tip was bulbous and purple, even while soft. I took him into my mouth, letting him warm upon my tongue. He grows thicker, harder and I move my head, sucking what my mouth can take and stroking what bit of his large member doesn’t fit.
“Miss,” he snarled.
He was growing thicker, more rigid. I hadn’t sucked him before, but I knew how massive he felt inside me. I kept bobbing my head, working my way up to pressing his tip into my throat.
“Look at me,” he growled.
I flicked my eyes up, seeing first his long curls cascading down his face. He cupped his rough hands around my head, keeping my head up so I had to look at him. His face was amorphous to me, shifting, blurring, never visible. But for a brief flash, I saw dark eyes, a crooked nose. But I blinked, and they were gone.
Serban took himself from my mouth and laid me on the kitchen table. I waited to feel him inside me instead. His hands spread me open, and he placed kisses on my belly and thighs. What was he doing?
Then his tongue touched me, going between my lips, briefly inside me. His fingers touched my clit and I let out a gasp.
“No-” I whined, trying to prop myself up.
His lips kissed my clit next, followed by the warmth of his tongue.
“That feels strange.” I reached down, grabbing his curls. “What are you doing?”
His finger slipped inside, tickling me at first, then it crooked inside, hitting a spot that made me jerk in reaction.
“Serban!” I fussed, pulling his curls.
He placed another finger inside me, stroking that spot and making my breath shudder. His tongue on my clit lapped harder, kissing, suckling. I pushed his head down. Maybe I could make him stop. But his fingers went faster, harder.
I was dizzy, gasping for breath. His fingers snagged tighter into his hair. I fell back against the table, spinning faster and faster. Then my body wracked, tensing, relaxing, pulsing until it all released. I cried out as everything inside me, knotted up and tortured, and undone. I came, for the first time in years, I came and it was hard.
“There.” Serban sat up, licking his fingers clean. “How did that feel?”
I wasn’t sure. It had been so long since I had that sort of release. It was almost painful.
Serban laid his heavy, long staff upon my belly. “How about a little more?”
“Wait-” I panted, trying to rise, but my exhaustion and weakness prevented movement. My lashes fluttered, seeing the massive orc above me.
An orc?
Serban penetrated me, making my already sensitive channel ache with the pleasure of being stretched. I cried out, whimpering.
“You know the male form, do you? Well, I know the feminine one,” he panted. “I have been out of practice for so long I might as well be a virgin again. But you remind me what it feels like.”
Why did his thick orc cock have to feel so good? Why now? Why couldn’t I just do my job and have him fall asleep? Why was I being pleasured? Aroused?
“That’s it,” he moaned. “Take me deeper. Want me.”
No! I don’t want to want any man!
“Fuck,” he snarled. “Being inside you is like being in a goddess.”
I sniffled.
“Power, warmth, love, fear,” he moaned. “I want to worship you inside and out when you’re wrapped around me like this.”
Tears broke through and fell down my cheeks.
“Don’t cry, Miss.” he wiped up my tears, bending over to kiss my cheeks and neck. “I’m not that good.”
I couldn’t explain to him how empty I had been, so devoid of feeling that I had taken no thought to my sensations down there. Why now? Why here?
His warmth flowed through me, making me shudder again, although weaker than before. His seed was thick, dripping slowly from my folds as I laid there sobbing on the table. Serban picked me up, holding me in his arms.
“It’s alright, Miss. Shh. It’s alright,” he whispered comfortingly to me.
There came an afternoon where everything was peaceful. Birds began flying overhead again, signaling the coming spring. Serban took me out with Red Dog, hoping to find a rabbit coming out of their dens.
I was wandering about, keeping close while doing my thing. As I was picking snow flowers from around the bases of trees, I saw two men on the horizon. I looked around, anxiously searching for Serban, but he had gotten out of my reach while I wasn’t paying attention.
I looked back, seeing the men talking, then pointing my way. I darted back into the trees, hoping to see Serban somewhere. The men were wearing bright yellow, the colors of the king’s court. I could be mistaken, but I didn’t want to take any chances. That yellow covered my nightmares.
I tripped on a branch hidden by the snow, falling over with a yelp. I could hear the men behind me coming up close.
“Hello! Young lady!”
I looked at the stick jutting out of the ground, the one I tripped on. I would rather shove it through my eye than have those men see me.
“You there.” A hand grabbed me as I was reaching for the stick. “We’ve been calling you. Isn’t it rude to ignore someone?” he wrenched my hand back, forcing me to look up at him and his mate. I couldn’t see their faces, but I could see that yellow. Their cloaks, the bands around their arms, even the rings in their ears.
No! They worked for the king!
I froze up, angry beyond measure, frightened more than that.
“She looks familiar, doesn’t she?” The shape holding me laughed.
I knew that laugh, that wheezing, grating, half-man of a laugh. He’d bedded me before. He liked to hit girls. No. More than that. He wanted to torture girls.
“I know those eyes,” he laughed again. His hand grabbed my face. “I think we found her. The king’s been right pissed with you missing!” His grip pinched my cheeks, gripping my jaw hard.
The other one was coming up beside me, kneeling down to pick me up. I swung the stick, unaware of how big it was. It cracked both of them upside the head. His hand released me, but I knew I had had a moment to act. I was up on my feet, about to run, when he grabbed my hair and pulled as hard as he could until he dragged me along the ground.
“No, you don’t!” The one snarled. He stood over me, then kicked me in the side.
“Take it easy.” The other one said.
“She attacked us! And as long as she’s alive when we bring her back, we’ve done our job.” He spit on the ground. “He said it doesn’t matter what condition we bring her back in. We could do what we wanted to her.” He yanked my hair, shaking me. “Look at her, no one would notice anyway with a face like that!” Again, there was that nasty, wheezing laugh.
The other one was hesitant. “She’s still the property of the king.”
The wheezing one scoffed. “She’s not a queen. She’s a concubine. And an older one at that.”
“But what if she ain’t alone out here?” The other one was trying too hard. It didn’t matter to me, they were the same.
“A whore like her? Ha!” The wheezing man laughed. “Look at her? Who would look after someone like her? She’s cold. She’s mean. There’s no chance she found anyone worth their salt in these-” There was silence as an arrow went through the head of the other shape.
The wheezing man stood there in stunned silence, then began fumbling with his belt, trying to get his sword. Red Dog was snarling. He came up beside me, his teeth bared, his eyes fixed. I did not know that the gentle dog could look so vicious. He stood over me, protecting me as the wheezing man brought forth his sword. He lunged. So did Red Dog, who evaded his sword, then grabs hold of his leg, biting hard enough to pull him down.
Serban appeared, his bow and arrow at his side. “Are you alright?” He sounded filled with fire and brimstone. He sounded like hell itself coming from the earth.
I sniffled, shakily nodding my head.
The wheezing man was screaming while Red Dog took care of him.
Serban pressed his forehead to mine. “I’ll be right back to take you home.” He stood and went towards the screaming. “Good boy Red Dog. Down. Down I said.”
The wheezing man was still screaming, agonized, bleeding. I could see the steam rising from where he lay as his blood spilled into the snow.
Serban knelt down towards the man. “She is mine,” he snarled. There was a sick, wet squelch as his fist came down upon the man’s head.
A soldier, he said. Serban had been a soldier.
He stood from the snow, wiping his fist on his pants. He turned and looked at me, his eyes dark, face set like stone. His tusks came out from his thick bottom lip and he licked blood from the tip of one. His brows were thick, one cut in half by a long scar that was like a crescent moon on the left of his face.
Red Dog came panting and smiling at my side, covered in the blood from the wheezing man.
“Take her back home, Red Dog,” Serban growled. “I’ll deal with this mess.”
I stood, holding my side, and silently followed Red Dog back to the house. A task he seemed so proud to do. He knocked open the door for me, standing there as I went inside.
“It’s cold,” I murmured.
I added wood to the fire, then warmed some water to clean Red Dog. My hands were shaking the whole time. Red Dog remained posted at the door. That was a creature I would have thought wouldn’t hurt a fly. But he mauled that man! Probably would’ve killed him if Serban hadn’t stopped him.
By the time Red Dog was clean, he went and waited at the door, wagging his tail until it opened. Serban stepped inside, closing the door silently behind him. His eyes met mine, and I took in his harsh, dire expression.
“No one will find them.” He said, stripping off his cloak. “No one will find you.” He grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him and kissing me. The events that had transpired shook me. His kiss was the last thing I expected. Serban broke the kiss, grabbed the back of my head, then pressing his forehead into mine again.
“Why would you do that?” I breathed.
He growled, thumb running up and down my cheek. “Kill them or kiss you?”
I blinked tears from my eyes. “Either.”
Serban sniffed, standing erect again. “The same reason.” His jaw was stiff, eyes watery and red. He also noticed how I was looking at him. “What is it?”
“I’ve never noticed before.” I traced my fingertips along the bridge of his hooked nose.
His nostrils flared. “Noticed what?”
“How handsome you are.” He had always been a blur to me, a shadow, much like any other man. But I saw him, clear as day. Crooked nose, thick brows, dark eyes. Serban was an attractive orc.
He sighed. “Yes, well, thank you. But you’re the beautiful one in this house. I should, um…go wash up.” He looked embarrassed, slightly purple around his eyes and ears. He walked away, going towards the back where the pump was.
I followed him, watching him take his clothes off, then wash the blood from his hands. My eyes took in the lines of his body, his strong, hairy chest, broad shoulders, thick arms. I stepped in closer until he noticed my presence.
“You should rest, Miss,” he grumbled, embarrassed.
I tilted my head towards my shoulder. “What did you do to them?”
He scoffed, using a bar of soap to scrub his arms. “I burnt the clothes. Then I tossed the bodies off a cliff. No one will find them.”
“Good.” I said with a sigh of relief.
“He’s wrong about you,” he growled. “The laughing one.” He was scrubbing harder at his body, frustrated, angry. “The way he talked about you. Held you like that-”
“Stop.” I grabbed his soapy hand, so he did not clean himself raw.
He stilled, averting his eyes. “I’ve not felt this way since my wife. I don’t know how to control myself in that state.”
I glanced down at his lap, then back into his eyes. “When you’re done, come to me in the bedroom. Let me thank you.”
Serban's brow pinched, uncertain. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Not for that,” I murmured. “For calling me beautiful.”
He looked into my eyes, deep, penetrating.
Laying in bed, I touched myself as I imagined him inside me. The thought of what I may do to him, of how I may make him come deep within me. I shuddered, sinking my fingers inside myself to feel an ounce of the pleasure he gave me before. I was slick, quivering, ready for his touch as he came into the room.
I looked over bleary eyes at him, reaching for him as he came naked to the bed. He knelt down on the bed, stroking my hair away from my face, then cupping my cheek in his strong, rough palm.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
Tears came to my eyes, and he kissed me.
I pulled him on top of me, begging him inside, pleading. I had wanted no one like I wanted him before. No man, no woman. I scared me how much I needed his touch.
“You’ll be mine,” he growled. “Forever.”
I sniffled, large tears rolled down my cheek. I was his already. How could I leave him now when he would kill for me?
“All mine.” He pressed against me, slipping inside.
It took my breath away. I had grown so used to being used, but this was different. It was something I needed, not something forced upon me. Serban was what I wanted.
“And yours,” he breathed. “I will be all yours.”
I gazed up into his eyes, sniffling still. He smiled, leaning down to kiss me as he filled me. It wasn’t just his cock. It was everything else. His warmth, his eyes, his touch. He filled me to the brim, overwhelmed by emotions I had long buried. I clung to him, holding him tight as he moved inside me. My fingers studied his strong back. Muscles and scars, coarse hair. Something about touching him turned me on further.
“That’s right, hold on to me. Don’t let go,” he growled. His hips moved hard. I could feel his sack hitting against my ass. I didn’t want him to leave me, I wanted him to stay inside me always. There was never a man I was secure with like him. How was it that now I had never felt so safe? So loved?
“I’ll come if you keep squeezing like that,” he snarled.
“Then do it,” I panted. “Fill me. Give me everything. Leave it all inside me. Please!” I was still crying, still holding fast to him.
“Not yet,” he breathed. “First…you-” He held my hips, so he struck that place inside. I cried out, moaning into his shoulder, biting. I licked his skin, kissed his neck, I buried myself into the curls of his hair.
“That’s it! Good girl!” His voice was turning raw. “Beautiful girl. Have me any way you like.”
“Serban-” my voice squeaked.
I could feel him bristle, his muscles tensing more. His hips swung deeper. “Yes! Say it again.”
“Serban. Serban,” I panted.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” he snarled into my ear, biting down upon my neck.
A cry escaped my lips and my thighs locked tighter around his waist. My fingers dug into his back. “Serban! Oh, my goddess. Don’t stop!”
He pressed me harder into the bed. “Come for me, beautiful woman. Come for me!”
That sensation swept through me again. Tensing, turning, spinning so fast. And then it all relaxed, a wash of warmth through my body, my bones, my mind. He snarled then, filling me until there was nowhere else to go. Overflowing. I was overflowing.
Serban kissed me, moaning softly against my lips. I took him again that night, and again, and again. I couldn’t get enough of him. Body, soul, and mind, I wanted all of him within me.
Come spring, the thaw revealed the deep, lush green of the mountain. Caravans began passing through the mountain along the trail near the house. I was watching from the window one afternoon, spotting a bright red wagon cover through the trees.
“The path is clear now,” Serban said. He glanced down at me, studying me. “Do you want to go?”
I smiled as I pet Red Dog at my feet. “Just for flour.”
Serban chuckled in relief. “Right. I miss your bread.” He reached out, taking my hand, and I squeezed it back.
y’all ever read a fanfic that you cannot believe an author just wrote for free?? what an honor it is to read a piece of someone’s soul they shared out of nothing but love for a piece of media. what a privilege it is to be allowed their talent because you share an interest!!
sometimes I’m reminded that there are still people who don’t know ao3 was literally created by incest shippers — and the site’s sole purpose is to 1. be completely against censorship and 2. host all kinds of dark, taboo fics that are banned on other platforms — and the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.
you are in the house that was created by freaks. for freaks (affectionate). every disgusting thing you can think of is rightfully allowed and welcomed on ao3, because they are exactly the reasons why ao3 was created in the first place.
ao3 was created because its creators got tired of censorship, they got tired of dark and taboo fics getting banned on pro-censorship platforms, and they wanted a place that was safe for ALL FICS THAT WERE DARK AND TABOO.
ao3’s main principle is being against censorship and being proship / profic.
there are some things in fiction that make me uncomfortable, but instead of shaming people who are just minding their own business and not harming anyone in real life, I choose to curate my own internet experience by blocking/muting what I don’t want to see. ao3 has excellent tagging system, so instead of being a bitch, use their tagging system properly and you won’t see the things you don’t want to see.
it’s your job to curate what you see. it’s not other people’s jobs or responsibilities to censor themselves for your personal comfort. the world does not revolve around you.
also you cannot censor “only the things you personally hate” without expecting everything else, that isn’t of conservative beliefs, to be censored too. because censorship is a slippery slope and a fascist tool. I promise you there are people who think “why do tags for queer love even exist on ao3? they’re grooming children”.
if you allow the things that you hate to be censored — because someone with enough power gets to control what other people can and cannot create/consume, it will not stop at the things that you hate.
I have seen a young lady with her table loaded with volumes loaded of fictitious trash, poring day after day and night after night over highly wrought scenes and skillfully portrayed pictures of romance, until her cheeks grew pale, her eyes became wild and reckless, and her mind wandered and was lost — the light of intelligence passed behind a cloud, and her soul was forever benighted. She was insane, incurably insane from reading novels.
-- an anonymous pastor in 1864, on the greatest threat to young women
some people will be like “I wonder why fanfic writers don’t share their works anymore😔” and then this is them when a writer is kind enough to share something they write — as a hobby, for their own enjoyment — with them for free.
some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free
“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.
you people let tiktok rot your brains to the point you see everything as content farm and engagement. not a piece of art created by the artist’s love and passion. it’s dystopian.
Nobody says this shit to published authors who haven't "updated" in years so what gives you, random commentor on ao3, the right to demand free labor of me
warnings: monster fucking, masturbation, voyeurism, somnophilia, pussy eating, p in v sex, groping, double penetration, anal, breeding, marking, squirting, dubcon?, possessiveness
author’s note: i suck at writing endings..
wc: 2.9k
it has been months.
several months since you have had any sexual relief and it has left you to deal with several feelings in return. your pent up sexual frustration has made it harder for you to relax, making you act moody in several situations.
yes, it was that bad. so bad, to the point where you were scrolling through your phone at a site in the privacy of your own home.
best selling sex toys!
it was a need, you thought. your little fingers aren’t enough anymore. they were at one point, but they aren’t doing enough to satisfy you now, so you were in search of something that will cause you great pleasure.
your thumb halted from scrolling as your eyes caught interest in something.
it was a dildo, but it wasn’t like any other dildo. this one was huge in girth, long in size and bulging veins decorating it. it was monstrous and it looked inhumane, but that’s what drew you in.
before you knew it, your thumb had added it to the cart, checking out to pay for the massive dildo. your mind already swirled with what you could do with that once it arrived as your screen confirmed the purchase.
now, the only thing left to do was to wait.
days passed when a package arrived at your front door. knowing what it was, you unboxed it, seeing the huge dildo that awaited you.
with no time to waste, you took it out of the box and carried it with you towards your room.
you set your new toy aside as you slowly undressed. once you were left with nothing, you laid down in bed naked.
your fingers lightly grazed your breasts, nipples pebbling up as your tits got hard.
your hands went lower, sliding down your stomach until you got to that needy spot where you needed relief the most.
spreading your legs, your small little fingers grazed your pussy lips already wet because of how horny you are.
you let out a whimper as your index finger and middle finger spread your pussy lips, feeling the cold air hit your warm, juicy cunt.
you were leaking, begging for something inside, so you grabbed the dildo that you had set aside.
the fat thick cock was rubbing in between your pussy lips, getting it all soaked of your juices. the tip of the cock hit your little clit nicely.
when that wasn’t enough, you positioned the head of the cock at your little entrance as you teased it inside you, poking it in and out as you moaned.
not handling your own teasing anymore, you sinked the cock slowly into you as you were filled inch by inch, back arching in pleasure.
once it got to the final inches, you stopped and sat up, cock still inside you and you sank down on it. you felt it more deeper in your stomach and you just kept moaning.
after you had gotten adjusted, your hips started to move, riding the delicious cock hard. you bounced up and down, cursing and whimpering from how deep it hit your insides.
it was definitely different from the normal cocks you have had inside you.
your hand went to rub at your little clit as you kept bouncing on the cock. you felt your orgasm approaching as your other hand played with your bouncing tits, pinching at your nipples as you rode the cock.
“agh, fuck!”
you sank all the way down the cock as your pussy tightened and came all over it. cum coating the silicone dildo and seeing how your juices covered the entirety of it as you slid it out of your hole.
the orgasm had suddenly left you feeling sleepy, so you took out the drenched cock and set it aside before laying down in the bed, not caring to clean yourself up from the tiredness you felt.
you covered your naked body with a cover and your eyes shut to fall asleep.
sleeping so soundly, you were unaware of the presence that had appeared in your room or more so, the presence that had decided to make itself visible.
the entity was intrigued, automatically aroused at your crazed way of chasing your orgasm, especially when he saw it was a monster-like cock that you were riding rather than a human one.
his dicks got hard from watching you and he felt lust, like never before, which is why he neared your bed as it looked over you.
he spotted the still cum covered dildo and his huge hand reached for it, groaning as it smelled your juices.
a long, black tongue licked it clean, enjoying your taste.
he couldn’t be satisfied with just that, so he turned to your sleeping figure and slowly took the cover off you.
demonic, red and black eyes stared at the way your nipples hardened as cold air hit your body. goosebumps arising in your body.
when the cover was off and your body was left exposed, the powerful being stared for a while. eyes focused on your face and your body.
it wasn’t long before he got impatient as his dicks were already hard, so he parted your legs and noticed that you were still wet since you were pleasuring yourself before.
curious, lustful eyes looked at your creamy pussy, the remnants of your cum pouring a little from your hole.
the being inhaled your scent, groaning from your arousal as his tongue parted your wet pussy lips and began to lick at your hole, tasting you.
you were still asleep, but your face scrunched up at the feeling as your mouth let out small whimpers in response of his tongue playing with your pussy.
both of his hands, clutched the fat of your thighs, keeping them open as he flicked at your tiny little clit, wanting for more juices to come out of your hole, so he could continue feasting on it.
as he plunged his long tongue inside you, you gasped out and your eyes finally opened. the sight that met you was shocking.
you didn’t stop it because of how good your pussy felt and instead of crying, kicking, and screaming, your pussy clenched around his tongue as you moaned.
“ohh, fuck!” you drawled out as your hands reached to grab at his head. noticing its horns, your hands caressed them lightly, feeling the roughness as you moved your hips, his tongue sliding in and out of you.
eyes stared up at you as he realized you were awake and he groaned into your pussy.
he grabbed your waist as he moved you back and forth at such a fast pace that you couldn’t make out the ceiling, it was a just a blur.
he was thrusting his tongue inside your hole repeatedly as his nose rubbed your clit and all you could do was hold onto both of his horns.
he seemed to like it because when you let go of one of them, his huge hand that had abnormal, long nails, grabbed your wrist, engulfing it completely as he set it back to his horn.
with that thought in mind, you stroked his horns, caressing them as he continued to fuck his tongue inside you.
you couldn’t hold it anymore, this being was eating your pussy and fucking you with his tongue, like no one has ever done before.
“yes! c-cumming!” you grinded your hips as your orgasm finally released, coating his tongue in your cum.
he took out his tongue from your hole, tasting your cum as he saw your pussy ooze out the excess cum out.
seeing that, he got down once more in between your legs as he licked your entire pussy, paying special attention to your hole, moaning from the taste.
you gripped at his horns as he did this, feeling sensitive as he cleaned you with his mouth.
after that, he got up from his kneeled position where he was buried in between your thighs.
“you taste divine, human” at that you moaned, cheeks flushing from his words.
you could finally see the entirety of him and, fuck, were you in for it.
he was huge in every way possible. he towered over you, his height unbelievably tall and his size so big, muscles adorning him.
you should be scared, but you’re feeling so aroused, so needy, so willing for him. you found his looks to be alluring.
eyes almost bulged out of your eyes when you saw that he didn’t have just one, huge cock, but two. it looked similar to the fake, monstrous cock you were fucking yourself with, but his looked way better than that.
he noticed your reaction and he smiled, long canines being exposed as he chuckled darkly.
“i saw how you took dick. i’m pretty sure you can take both of mine, girl”
you bit your lip, pussy clenching over nothing. he got closer to you, deep voice breathlessly talking into your ear.
“you like the idea of that, don’t you? your pussy is so drenched of your fluids, human. i know this tiny hole is aching to take my huge cocks”
his tongue licked a stripe up your neck, your head going back to give him more access.
“mmm, f-feels good”
your fingers lightly caressed his wings, touching his feathers, which were surprisingly soft and you could feel his wings shudder.
he let out a moan as his hands gripped your hips, his long, pointy nails, lightly digging into your skin, leaving scratches behind.
your pebbled up nipples were engulfed by his mouth, sucking on it as one of his hands that was gripping your hips went to play with your other breast.
his tongue flicked your nipple, eliciting moans from you as you grabbed his horns.
“i didn’t know you were so intrigued with my demon characteristics” he spoke from your breasts as your cheeks heated up.
he noted how you grabbed and felt up his horns and wings. that didn’t bother him at all, it made him want to fuck you more, which made a wicked smirk appear on his face.
“i just find you interesting and.. hot”
“mmm, you’re not too bad yourself, little one”
as he said that you could feel his dicks rub in between your wet pussy lips, soaking them with your juices.
“fuck! so warm and wet. pussy is so drenched for me”
you arched your back as you felt how his top dick hit your clit and the bottom one rubbed your leaking hole.
the demon grabbed you by the ass as he brought you close to him, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you. your hands still holding onto his horns.
you were getting impatient and you whined, hips grinding onto his dicks as you tried to get some relief.
“you’re quite eager” the demon chuckled, groping your ass and swatting a huge hand down on your ass, slapping your ass cheek as it jiggled.
“p-please! let me take your cocks” you whimpered from the sting, but it just made your pussy drip more.
“needy for my cocks. are you sure you’ll be able to take them?” he was teasing you at this point, driving you and your pussy crazy.
“yes! i can take your cocks. both of them. use my holes, j-just please..” your eyes were glassy with tears, wanting his cocks inside you so bad.
at your words, he moaned and he positioned one cock at the entrance of your pussy and the other one at your ass.
“i like how willing you are to take my cocks. fuck- you’re such a good, pretty little thing”
as he said this, he pushed in the tip of his cocks, slowly into your holes. halting his movement as he felt the tight feeling around the tip of his cocks.
you cried out, pussy trying to accommodate his cock as your ass was feeling the stretch of it, a feeling so foreign.
an animalistic-demon like growl escaped his mouth from the sensation. your human pussy felt so warm and tight. his tail swished from side to side, not knowing what to do with it.
he pushed his dicks inside you, inch by inch. you felt the stretch and tears streamed down your face from the pain and pleasure.
both of your holes were being filled and you felt like you could barely breathe.
you looked up to stare at the huge demon that was holding you and you pulled him close to you for a kiss.
it was messy, but you liked it. him kissing you so hungrily and feeling his long tongue meeting with yours made you want more.
the demon in response pushed both of his cocks inside you, filling you completely. you parted from the kiss as you screamed in pleasure, but the demon growled before pulling you into the kiss again.
he began thrusting his cocks inside you, both hands holding your waist as he bounced you up and down. the relentless pace had you holding onto him tightly.
“you feel so good, human. holes clenching me so tight”
you could feel every inch of his cocks, all the veins that you squeezed on deliciously. his cocks were so long and thick that they reached so deep in you, leaving you a huge moaning mess.
“your cocks- agh, f-feel so gooddd. s-so huge!”
both of his cocks were drenched from your arousal. your pussy was so wet that not only was the entirety of his cock wet, but his balls were as well. arousal sliding down to your ass where his other cock was plunged and fucking you in the ass.
he inhaled deeply and groaned out loud.
“smells so fucking sweet”
it was driving him crazy. he could smell your pleasure and desire, so intoxicating. he was smelling and feeling so much, the feeling of your pussy and ass, so tight and warm.
it made him fuck into you faster, wanting to make you feel pleasure.
one of his hands went to grab at your breast, fingers moving carefully as he played with your cute little nipple.
you felt him everywhere, touching you from the inside and out.
he felt that you were close before you could even say it. the delicious feeling of your holes clenching his two cocks made him pull you by your hair, tilting your head back as he came down to mark you.
his mouth sucked bruises into your skin and then long fangs lightly bit your neck as you cried out. he licked the mark to alleviate the pain.
“agh! c-cumming! pleasee”
you felt the pain from your neck as you came, drenching his cock with your cum as your holes clenched tightly against his cocks.
panting and moaning, your eyes stared at the demonic being as red, black eyes stared at you back, still thrusting into you.
he growled so loud from your release, you swore that the other neighbors were able to hear, but neither of you cared.
“such a sweet, needy thing. i’m going to keep you. you’re marked now and no one else will have you like this” as he spilled those words, he kept thrusting into you, your eyes rolled back at the overstimulation.
“yes, yes, yes! yours, ah, only yours”
babbling nonsense came out of your lips. the demon laid you back down on the bed, spreading and pushing your legs back.
your knees were touching the mattress as he kept thrusting into you, the squelch of your arousal and his thrusts so loud in the room.
his long, huge fingers came to rub at your little clit as he saw you under him, splayed out so nicely and dazed. tits bouncing and your pretty holes sucking him in.
“a beautiful, enticing sight”
you were close again and this time, he was too. your hands went up to his chest, touching his body as you arched your back.
“cum. drench my cocks, you dirty girl”
at that you screamed out and you came. fluids squirting all over his cocks and he cursed, moaning loud from the lewd, hot sight that he also came.
he continued to rub your little clit as both of his cocks released his cum inside you, filling you up with his seed.
there was so much cum coming out of his cocks. you felt the warmth of it, painting your insides and you held his face as you kissed him.
“you took my cocks so well” he said, praising you as he parted from you.
he took out both of his softened cocks, covered with cum as he looked at your fucked out holes. his cum slowly oozing out of your pussy and ass, making him growl.
his eyes took you in and averted to the marking on your neck, his eyes holding a serious, dangerous look.
“you’re mine now. your soul and body belongs to me. no filthy human is able nor allowed to fuck you” voice deep and rough, filled with possessiveness.
dazed eyes stared up at him as you nodded, cheeks heated up at the being’s words.
“yes, only yours” you affirmed as you held his huge hand into your smaller one.
satisfied from your reaction, he grinned.
despite being a demon, he had the decency of getting a clean towel to clean in between your legs, giving a kiss to both your holes as you whimpered.
“you’ll be seeing me a lot from now on, pretty human” he said once he was done.
you smiled as his huge figure laid next to you in bed, staring at you.
“well, this pretty human’s name is y/n. what is yours?”
“i’ll be remembering that, pretty human, y/n”
he seemed thoughtful for a little bit and he then grinned wickedly at you, showing those bright white fangs once again that weirdly enough complimented his demonic eyes and skin.
this demon was swaying you. was it his doing? was he seducing you? or were you actually feeling this way towards a demon on your own accord?
“i’ll tell you the next time i come visit you” he cut you off your jumbled thoughts.
you pouted as he left you with the curiosity of knowing the demon’s name, disappearing just like that as if he wasn’t in your guts moments before.
you thought he was cruel for that, but he is just a demon after all.
It was late, and you were more than ready to be done with your day. It’s been a nightmare and a bit more.
Everyone decided it was the day to test your patience and be completely stupid while you tried really hard to be accommodating. You wanted nothing more than to hit somebody. Or get laid.
You’ve been lacking in that department for a while, and it showed. Your body was tense, your posture was tense, even your pussy felt tense most of the time. You needed to get dicked down so bad it made you look stupid.
But there wasn’t anyone.
Well, that wasn’t true. There was your fucking hot werewolf best-friend. The one who was currently staying in your guest room because his last boyfriend kicked him out when they broke up.
You still didn’t know why they broke up, but you were glad. You never liked that Satyr, Chad. He was a douche-bag and never treated your best friend the way he deserved. Plus having him in your house had brought you so many happy things. Like home-cooked dinners, someone doing laundry and the dishes, and someone to cuddle when you arrive home late after a fucking nightmare of a day.
You walked into your house and didn’t say anything, he probably already knew you were there. His freakingly good hearing alerted him of your presence probably since you parked in the garage. You got your shoes off and walked straight to the guest room, wanting some cuddles from your crush best friend.
You smiled when you heard him inside. There were mumbles of your name, and you thought he was singing that stupid song with your name on it. The one he was always annoying you with and you secretly loved. But when you opened the door, that wasn’t what you found.
He was jerking off. Your werewolf best-friend was masturbating. Right there.
His clawed hands were wrapped around his dick and working up and down his leaking shaft. His back was arched and he was panting, eyes closed and neck tense. He looked good enough to eat. You almost swallowed your tongue, your head suddenly empty at the thought of his dick.
You made a choked sound and he realized that you were there a bit too late. “Wha- WHAT?!” He exclaimed, his eyes blown wide and looking almost funny.
He tried to cover himself up with the sheet, but it was too late. There was no way you could unsee that. Unsee his big as fuck werewolf dick. Could you even take that? Fuck. He was your best friend, you shouldn’t be thirsting over him. That was rude… right? But he was mumbling your name when you opened the door. You heard that right.
He broke you out of your mental spiral. “Why are you here?” He asked when he made sure he was covered. Or as covered as he could be. Your eyes were still fixated on what was under the sheet.
“It’s my house,” you deadpanned, feeling just a tiny bit bad about it.
He was breathing hard, his chest on full display, little droplets of sweat traveling between his peck and making you think of all kinds of naughty situations. “Why didn’t you knock?” He questioned, still looking a bit pale.
You were barely coherent when you answered him. “I had a bad day. And wanted some cuddles. So I came here, and heard my name… Why did I hear my name?” You asked when your brain regained somewhat a sense of understanding of the situation.
His eyes got as big as plates, and he tried to defuse the situation. “Listen…” He looked almost guilty. Why does he…?
The realization of what that implied hit you right in the chest. “You like me,” you let out in a shocked but hopeful gasp. You were smiling so big your cheeks hurt. “You really like me. Big ass, rolls and all that. You like me.” You were blown away with the realization, but you were elated.
He looked almost offended at your depreciation. “Is that so hard to comprehend?”
You smiled at him once more, your heartbeat going bat-shit crazy in your chest. “I like you, too,” you confessed.
He threw himself across the room in a movement that could rival the speed of lightning. One second he was on the bed, and the next second you were laid flat on the carpet, his werewolf body blanketing yours. He was licking up your neck and you were giggling.
“Say it again,” he begged against your neck.
“I like you,” you punctuate each word with a tiny kiss.
He pulled back just enough to look at your eyes. “Thank fuck!” Then he kissed you.
It was messy and more teeth than lips, but somewhat fantastic. Your first kiss summarized your whole relationship, a bit rough, a bit chaotic, but just perfect. Your shirt and pants flew, or maybe he ripped them off your body. You weren’t sure and didn’t care. He could rip your whole wardrobe for all you cared about as long as he didn’t stop kissing you like he wanted to devour you completely.
“I’m obsessed with how soft you are,” he mumbled against your neck, his long tongue doing wonders to the nerve endings there. You were already panting and he barely touched you. You were still wearing underwear for fuck’s sake.
“Don’t say that,” you complained. You weren’t the best at receiving compliments.
“But it’s true!” He pulled back and looks at you, his ears twitching in the most adorable way. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.” He punctuated each fact with kisses down your neck and chest, driving you insane. “The way you’d look under me. How I’d touch every inch of your body. How I would pinch and lick and grope every fucking luscious part of you. How pretty your pussy would look stretched with my knot.”
“Fuck. Yes. Yes to that. Knot me. Fuck.” You weren’t making any sense, but you wanted that.
“Wait, really?” He sounded shocked.
“Yes.” You wanted all of that. Starting with his knot.
He threw his head back as if it pained him to know that. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. You can’t say stuff like that to me,” he mumbled, grabbing your ass and getting up with you between his arms. You let out a choked scream and he chuckled.
“Why?” You giggled when he dropped you to the bed, making you bounce a little.
He points at the ground where you just were. “I almost came right there.” The fact that he almost lost control of himself just because of that was intoxicating.
“Aww, poor baby,” you half joked.
He growled playfully, covering your body once more and reaching down. He teased your opening with his fingers, finding you soaking wet. “You are so fucking wet, good goddess. I’m going to slide right it.” You both knew that wasn’t true, he was so big… “Let me stretch your pussy and then I’m going to blow your mind,” he finally said.
You were about to tell him he already did, but two of his fingers plunged into your pussy, and you were left incoherent while muttering broken vowels. He smirked at you, fangs showing while he worked another finger in. It felt so good you couldn’t even express it.
“More,” you whispered.
He complied, adding a third and a fourth, stretching you beyond anything you’ve ever had. And that was saying a lot because you had your own werewolf dildo. But it still wasn’t as big as he was.
“Come on. I need- I need you inside of me,” you pulled at his fur, making him flinch, but he pulled his fingers back and positioned himself.
“Ready to be mine?” You nodded frantically.
He pushed inside of you at a slow pace, thrusting shallowly until you were begging for more, just to give you a tiny bit. He repeated this until you were almost crying, begging him to fuck you properly. He was sweating on top of you, clearly trying to control himself.
By the time he bottomed out, you were breathless, tears slipping down your face. He carefully wiped them away, kissing your lips softly. “You okay?” You nodded.
“Move already,” you pressed your heels down on his lower back and he chuckled.
And then he moved, and everything exploded. All the things wrong in the world got solved, your worries disappeared, and you were nothing but his own personal human fucktoy. You loved it.
You were screaming, or maybe moaning, you weren’t sure of what you were anymore. The pleasure was so intense your brain was melting, and you were worried you were about to create the wrong kind of puddle on the bed. He smiled down at you, all fangs, and you grabbed him by the wolfy ears, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted of future.
“Touch yourself. Come for me,” he mumbled against your lips.
You reached down, and the second you rubbed your clit, fireworks exploded behind your eyelids, your whole body shaking under him while he let out a howl and you felt the stretch of his knot expanding at your entrance. It was too much. Your body could barely take it, but it felt so incredibly good you were sure you were about to experience a little death.
When you came back to your senses, he had turned you around, your body laying on top of his and his knot still pulsating inside of you. “That was… wow,” he whistled and you giggled, cuddling to his chest trying to catch your breath.
A bit later, lying next to your werewolf boyfriend, his come still leaking out of you while he nuzzled your neck was a transcendental experience. Maybe your day wasn’t as bad as you thought.
a/n: this was a commissioned werewolf piece, it’s 1.2k words long!
Everyone warned you that being out late at night was dangerous, but you never listened… and that would end up costing you in the end.
You had trouble sleeping, and in your earlier years, you despised how long and lonely each night could be… but now that you lived on your own, that changed.
The night was special to you. It was a time where everyone else was asleep and you could really let loose. Some nights you’d listen to music until morning, or maybe binge a show you had been putting off for months.
Though, others you left the safety of your little home and wandered into the woods.
It was well past your usual bedtime when you decided to get some fresh air. You felt cooped up in your room, and even after pacing and trying to find something to do in your house, nothing caught your interest.
You already tried masturbating to help you sleep, but it didn’t work. Now your pussy was wet and aching, and you didn’t even get to cum. There was only one other way to get yourself to rest…
The forest was calling to you, luring you out with the promise of adventure and crisp air that could clear your mind and lull you to sleep.
Usually you wouldn’t mind being up all night, but tomorrow you had to be up early for work. Most days you went in after lunch at the earliest, but one of your coworkers was sick with the flu and asked you to cover his shift.
Although you wanted to decline and sleep in, he had saved your ass a few times already and you owed him.
So, you put on your sneakers and a coat before grabbing a flashlight and leaving the safety of your home.
Everything about the forest felt comfortable and familiar. The crunch of leaves under your feet, the soft sounds of creatures scurrying from tree to tree, and even the wind made your tension ease.
For a while, you felt at peace…
Then, you tended up. Something was watching you from afar, and you could feel someone’s stare burning into the back of your head.
When you turned to see who was there, you didn’t spot anyone. You waved your arm, your flashlight’s beam moving over rocks and trees… before something glinted in a bush about 20 feet away.
It was an animal’s eyes, and whatever it was, you could tell it was huge.
For a moment you gazed on in horror, your eyes wide and hand trembling. The creature met your gaze, and that’s when it stepped forward.
You didn’t even notice you dropped your flashlight until after you were sprinting through the dark forest, tripping over a branch and scrambling to get back up. Thorns scraped your knees and arms, making you cry out in fear.
You could hear it behind you, panting and letting out a low growl. You caught sight of its yellow eyes and sharp fangs.
It looked to be some kind of wolf standing on its hind legs, but you didn’t stop to examine it thoroughly, you were running for your life.
But you weren’t fast enough.
The creature could see in the dark, and you couldn’t. Every time you tripped or stumbled you were slowed down, and eventually it was on top of you.
You cried out as you felt its large claws circle around your arms, pinning you against the ground. It hovered over you, panting from either excitement or fatigue, you couldn’t tell which.
Now that it had you in its grasp, you were able to get a good look at its appearance.
The creature was nearly twice your size, his gray fur bristled and wolf ears twitching as drool dripped from its sharp toothed maw.
All you could do was tremble and cry. This was the end, you hadn’t listened to your loved ones’ advice and now you were looking death in the face.
Hopefully it would be over quickly…
You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your face away from it… but instead of it attacking, you felt something… hard and wet rubbing against your thigh.
For a few seconds you kept your eyes closed, but they shot open when you felt one of its large, paw-like hands roughly grope your clothed cunt as its tail thumped behind it.
It was sniffing you, licking at your neck where your scent was most prominent. His fluffy wolf ears were flicking as he kept pawing at your pussy, as if trying to arouse you so he could smell more of that delicious aroma.
His teeth weren’t used to tear your flesh and eat you alive… instead he bit your shirt and tore it off, his tongue lapping at your bare breasts.
This thing didn’t want to eat you… he wanted to mate! It must have smelled the slick still on your panties and cunt from earlier!
If you played along, maybe you’d get home safely after all!
You could tell the poor thing was struggling by the way he let out pathetic whines as his cock bobbed needily. To help it out, you guided his hands to your breasts.
“Play with these, okay?”
His ears perked up and his tail picked up speed as he groped and kneaded your tits, his yellow eyes following the way they bounced and squished together. While he did that, you pulled down your pants and panties.
Honestly, you were aroused, embarrassingly so. He could smell it, immediately going to bury his face into your cunt the second he caught your scent.
“Th-that’s it-“ you blubbered out. He was inexperienced and rough, but his tongue was so big that it rubbed against your clit every time anyway. It was clear that he was desperate to mate, but couldn’t stop himself from tasting you first.
Before you could cum, he pulled back, his fat cock shoving itself unceremoniously inside of you. Fortunately you were just wet enough so it didn’t break you, but the stretch was painful and uncomfortable.
His hips slapped against yours as he mounted you, his hands gripping your soft flesh so tightly you could hardly bear it. The feeling of his nails digging into your hips hurt… but also added to the pleasure.
He was hitting your gspot, making your pussy clench around him as you had your first orgasm of the night.
The thrusts were going at an animalistic pace, and when your knees gave out he lifted you up and bounced you on his cock.
You felt your belly bulge, he was absolutely huge and was bottoming out inside of you. Suddenly his cock began to expand, and you realized too late that he was knotting you.
Your womb was stuffed full of his cum, and he howled at the full moon as his thick ropes of cum spurted into you, painting your walls white.
The werewolf let out a sigh, his knot keeping you connected to him as he calmed down. He was so relaxed and happy after his orgasm, licking your head affectionately and curling up around you.
It looked like you weren’t going to be able to cover for your coworker tomorrow… not when the werewolf was following you home for round two.
“Don’t wolves mate for life..?” you questioned yourself aloud, looking back at the werewolf as he followed behind you like a loyal puppy.
You’d have to find that out later… all you wanted to do was sleep after that experience.
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