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𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔤𝔬?
hii! my name is angel and i’ll be your personal escort to the clouds on this fine, holy day. except maybe this ride only goes down and maybe the clouds are really just smoke. who knows? 😇
18+ 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔫𝔦
this blog writes, supports, and interacts with nsfw & dark content so pls be aware of that before reading and/or interacting with me <3
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wow that strong and capable and independent personally of yours sure is something. when’s the last time anyone has protected you from harm
when's the last time anyone has defended you. when's the last time there wasn't just the presumption that you could handle it. when's the last time help was offered, given freely
wore a white dress and walked in the rain to the barracks so all the knights could see my skin peeking through the fabric and i said “oh my, excuse me ladies, it seems i got myself lost in the downpour… i’m all alone and no one even knows i’m here…” and they just gave me warm clothes and made me soup so i didn’t catch a cold and escorted me back to my room. i fucking hate chivalry
just watched the knight that escorted me pick up a maid and twirl her around and carry her back toward the barracks while she giggled and blushed and kicked her legs. fuck my extravagant princess life
Trying to turn down a man by giving ridiculously high standards but the bastard keeps exceeding your expectations and you're finding it harder and harder to reject him
It starts simply enough. You tell him that you expect a money allowance just for being with him, because your time is valuable and you don't want to waste it. It's a ridiculous demand and men usually turn away after that.
"Alright. How much would you like?"
You up the stakes. You tell him that you expect your partner to lift you without difficulty, without straining, without complaint.
"I can bench four hundred pounds in my sleep."
You're getting tired of this, frustrated. You tell him you expect your boyfriend to be at least eight inches and to prioritize your pleasure in bed. That will get him to back off.
All he does is smirk.
do i piss you off? do you wanna fuck about it?
👀bad kids
Orc! Boyfriend is who’s never seen nipple piercings/ piercings in general. 18+
Your boyfriend was the sweetest 8’0 ft. tall hunk of muscle you’ve ever met. After the monsters were integrated into every human job on earth, you two met when he was a customer at your job. A few smiles, a little flirting and he finally got the courage to ask for your number. 2 weeks later you’re in a very loving and happy relationship.
But he’s never seen you naked, not a huge deal obviously. It’s only been a few weeks since you started officially dating. But, you’re worried, you’re a human after all. Where he comes from humans have long since been extinct, but he was a human-fucker, like monster-fuckers on earth. He came here to find the human of his fantasies. And…you’re scared maybe you won’t meet his expectations.
3 days later he’s over at you’re place, you make out for a while before he finally decides to ask to go to the bedroom which you happily agree. The first thing he manages to wiggle off of you is your shirt. And he sees the beautiful little barbels hanging from each of your nipples. He pauses slightly, his face turning beet red before he suddenly pinches one of your nipples. He makes you gasp and moan as he plays with his new found FAVORITE thing ever.
He sucks on them and nibbles on your sweet tits as he wrecks you all night. Pounding you into the bed like the good little mate you are.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
You had meant it as a joke, a teasing comment as you play-fought in your living room, calling him a puppy and telling him how he couldn't hunt a mouse, let alone another hybrid or person. It was the silence that followed your words that made you look back at him, tilting your head as he stared you down, his tail not wagging anymore, and his ears pinned back as he snarled at you, promising that he most definitely would hunt you down.
And now here you are, running through the streets of your suburb, twilight making the shadows darker and everything more nerve-racking as you can't quite tell where your friend-turned-hunter is.
You had seen him a few times, even had him running behind you at one point, deliberately slowing himself so that you could lead the chase, his fingers snatching at the back of your shirt every now and then as if he would grab you only to let you pull ahead again. You thought you had lost him as you ran through a crowded park, using the throng of people attending some event to hide your direction of escape from him.
Your lungs burn as you turn a corner and tuck yourself behind a laundromat, hoping the dryer vents and the smell of lint would hide the scent of you.
Perhaps teasing a dog hybrid about their hunting abilities isn't smart, nor is taking a bet that leads to you being hunted down across the suburban area you live in, crouching down to make yourself smaller and to catch your breath, means you miss the sound of footsteps as someone has finally found you.
The spot you had run to had thrown him through a loop at first, but the moment between dryer cycles was all it took to find you, the scent of you and your sweat leading him to the little corner you were tucked away in.
Walking slowly towards where you are crouched down, he looms over you, tail wagging slightly as he matches your crouch and leans in close, his face next to yours as he growls. Your scream is cut short as he pushes you down, pinning you against the ground under the dryer vent you had used to hide your sounds and scent, his tail wagging a mile a minute behind him.
He'd hunted you, chased you, and now he had caught you in some loud but hidden little corner and the whole time he had been running on the thrill of the chase, the toying with you and the little fake outs that let you break away from him time and time again. But now he had you under him, and the adrenaline had run through him, making him uncomfortably hard under the sweats he had chosen to wear, nudging his face under your chin as he ran his tongue along your neck, swiping away the sweat clinging to your skin.
This bet was won in his favour, and he had the perfect prize right here. With you under him, the sounds of the vents and the laundromat will hide the noises he is sure to pull from you, and who would he be to waste a perfectly good post-hunt nut on anything other than pumping a well-earned load into you?
Plus, he's sure you'll look just as good on his knot as you do pinned under him.
getting to the point of calling him dad/daddy is what turns me on … saying, okay, dad in a bratty little tone after he tells you to grab a coat because it’s cold. and he gives your ass a little pat and smiles down at you. joking with friends that your boyfriend is like your dad. and he just takes care of you so well. and then you’re whimpering underneath him, taking all of his cock, daddy on the verge of spilling from your lips
I feel like I don’t see a lot of hypno kink for vampires even though that’s literally one of their staple powers. I have work in ten minutes but I WILL be back to talk more about this.
Just…. Waking up feeling dizzy and with your throat sore and jaw aching. You don’t remember giving your vampire boyfriend a blowjob but your body does. You have strange out of body dreams where he’s leading you around on a leash a mindless bloodbath pet for him to feed off of and fuck. They dreams always feel so real but they’re just dreams right? They have to be.
You see him thrall another person and an uneasy feeling seeing it happen. “You’d never do that to me right?” He just laughs and kisses your forehead but doesn’t say no.
He stops trying to force you to eat food that betters the taste of your blood, but then when he feeds on you he comments how much better you’re tasting now. You aren’t sure where the change came but as long as he’s happy you guess it’s all right
It becomes habit falling under his influence. It becomes easier and easier for him to clear your mind of every thought but his commands. It’s almost hard to think for yourself, so don’t fight it. Let yourself slip away. Let him take care of you. He does it so much better than you ever did after all.
werewolf mate who likes to fuck you boneless. one of his favorite activities is, when he's already knotted you and filled you up once, he starts moving again inside you. as the swelling goes down, he thrusts his knot in and out, until you're falling onto your face on the bed and rocking in time with the snap of his huge, furry hips. he growls as he swells up again, but he's going to force another climax out of you before he knots you a second time. and then a third. until all you can do is whine and whimper as he uses you into a puddle.
then he curls around you all night like a big, furry blanket.
anyway. onto better things
onto better things thursday
Knight escorting his prince/ss back to their bed chamber after a long evening of merriment and drinking. Prince/ss wobbles and struggles to stand up straight, leaning against their loyal knight’s muscled form. Knight ignoring the wandering hands and pleading coos of their prince/ss, desperate for touch. It’d be improper.
“Here we are, your highness, now let’s get you to bed…”
Prince/ss pouting and insisting that they are simply too helpless to undress all on their own, that they just need their knight’s assistance to disrobe. Knight holding his breath as he loosens ties and watches fabric fall to reveal prince/ss’s skin, soft and warm with blush. Knight clenching his jaw but letting eyes wander along the curves of their royal highness’s form. It’d be improper.
Knight tucking their prince/ss beneath blankets with a chaste kiss on their forehead and a gentle brushing of hair from their face. Knight closing the door of prince/ss room softly behind himself as he heads back to his own quarters. It’d be improper.
Knight, alone in his bed, sweaty and flustered, desperately bucking and rutting himself into his own hand. Knight growling and whining, utterly desperate, mumbling his prince/ss’s name again and again until he cums, shuddering. Knight panting and catching his breath, staring hopelessly up at the ceiling. He’s not sure how many more nights like this he can take before breaking…
genuinely do NOT want the world to see me because i don’t think that they’d understand
Just a girl and her dog!
