i’m having thoughts about being the ritual sacrifice to a god from your village but instead of eating you or killing you he keeps you as his treasured possesion, you’re the most stellar offering he’s received and he can’t waste you by simply eating you. He keeps you alive for centuries to adore and pleasure you and he blesses the village with good harvest and protection for as long as he has you. This god has found his own deity to worship
i have a sex story and my friends don’t like tmi so I’m telling the void here
I went to a hardcore show in Tokyo and met a bunch of cool people one of them being a japanese producer. He barely speaks any English and same for me and Japanese so we mostly communicated through translate apps. Long story short we met up again a few days later and fucked and he said hes never been with someone with quote “big hips” like me and when we was fuccing I showed him how to spank me and he came immediately after and said the slap sound made him cum 😭😭 and he said my boobs are like mt. fuji lmaaaooooo
also when he left he shook my hand lmao i had to show him what hugging goodbye was
i have a sex story and my friends don’t like tmi so I’m telling the void here
I went to a hardcore show in Tokyo and met a bunch of cool people one of them being a japanese producer. He barely speaks any English and same for me and Japanese so we mostly communicated through translate apps. Long story short we met up again a few days later and fucked and he said hes never been with someone with quote “big hips” like me and when we was fuccing I showed him how to spank me and he came immediately after and said the slap sound made him cum 😭😭 and he said my boobs are like mt. fuji lmaaaooooo
also when he left he shook my hand lmao i had to show him what hugging goodbye was
Orc boyfriend who is the apitome of a gentle giant.
The way he talks, the way he moves, it's all got a quietness that you'd just never expect such a big guy to have.
You can feel it in the way he runs his fingers through your hair as you drift off in his arms, just barely brushing through strands, feeling the texture between his fingers.
He moves around your kitchen with a calmness, being so careful with your plates and bowls, never slamming a draw or banging pots. He even manages to make slicing vegetables look gentle??
His big fingers lightly tapping away on his comically large laptop. Fragile reading glasses perched on his nose that basically force you to give him a little kiss as you pass by because you love the way they look on him.
Every time he pulls you closer in his sleep, places a hand on your back in a crowd, intertwines your fingers, it's all done with a tenderness that you never really get used to.
He's also the apitome of a gentle dom.
He's laying back on the couch, letting you suck and lick at his cock until you go too deep and accidentally choke yourself, coughing up spit and cum. He softly lifts you up off his cock by your jaw, making you look at him with your ragged breaths and half lid eyes, his face is a strange mix of horny and concerned.
"I told you not to go too deep, Angel. If you hurt yourself again, I won't let you cum."
You nod at the gentle threat, sinking back down to sloppily kiss his straining cock. You suck his tip while your hands pump the rest of him. Not chancing choking yourself again because you know he keeps his promises.
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He's got you against his chest, one hand supporting your weight so he can look you in your eyes as he stretches you open. You're so close to cumming again, his thick fingers repeatedly pumping that sweet spot. You tip your head back in a groan as you near your climax and he immediately stops moving.
Your whine is cut off by his soft command,
"Look at me."
You wipe the wetness from your eyes and come face to face with him again. Pleading eyes meeting his calm ones, and you almost flutter them shut again when he starts moving his thick fingers inside you.
"I know, I know, Sweetheart. You just have to look at me, you can do that."
You nod because you know you can. You clutch his shoulders, squeezing your legs around his waist and look him in his pretty eyes when you cum for him, the slick sounds of your pussy bringing heat to your cheeks.
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It's actually a pretty good thing that he's in control most of the time because you always rush into it too quickly, too horny to do the proper prep. He takes his sweet time and you genuinely don't know how he does it without losing control.
You've been cockwarming on the couch for just 10 minutes and you're already about to lose it. He's calm, like always, watching a nature documentary about humming birds or something, you can't focus because you can feel his fat cock with every heartbeat and he keeps grazing a hand down your ass.
Every time you try to move, try to get some friction, his hand just applies more force on your back, keeping you in place.
You let out a frustrated groan, clutching his arm to get his attention. He just huffs a small laugh, patting your ass.
He's going to make sure you're properly stretched for him before he even thinks about fucking you and you can't do anything about it.
I mean obviously I would fuck a monster but more than that I would bond emotionally with a monster over our shared sense of alienation and rejection from a hostile universe. together we would explore our deep-seated fear of being inherently unlovable, and reassure each other of our innate value as sentient beings deserving of love and kindness. i will hold them gently, and wipe the tears from their googly eyestalk-tentacles, and something will begin to heal
Peculiar. In his mind, your reaction would’ve been different. He’d often pictured your terrified shrieks, your wide eyes, a maddening glance searching for immediate shelter upon witnessing his monstrous form. The truth would’ve been overwhelming. You mean to tell me, you’d manage to mumble between panicked breaths, that my beloved dog had actually been a devilish fiend?
Yet here you are now, standing before his blasphemous self with a puzzled frown. Not a shred of despair.
"Do you not understand," he rumbles, "that you've been tricked all along? Begging won't get you anywhere. You are but my belonging, and there is no escape. Not even in Death."
A faint blush dusts your cheeks, and you twirl a strand of your hair. Good God, even as a deformed ghoul he's needy and jealous. You suddenly recall the many times he'd barked at your suitors, or growled at friends standing too close.
"Did I say anything?" you finally drawl, throwing your pet-turned-shapeshifter a cheeky look.
He sighs. Perhaps he'd known it all along. After all, he could've ended you - as he originally intended - from the moment you picked him up in the cursed forest. Yet he waited. He stayed. And now he's stuck with you.
A bony hand stretches out, its long, clawed fingers fanned out. He ruffles your hair with a begrudging huff. You're an odd one, that's for sure.