Dont Be Gentle, Its My First Time

21 They/It (or just, not she/her) Asks/dms are open

[witchycara]

Here's the second story I posted over two years ago, based on a fantasy where my dominant neighbor hypnotizes me.

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Preview:

"Oh come on, really? You want to hypnotize me? What are you gonna have me do, cluck like a chicken?" I let out another girlish laugh while playfully tapping his shoulder with my hand. 

He was so cute, part of me wished he would just ask me out already instead of playing these weird games, but I decide to humor him a bit. 

"Oh all right, I'll give this hypnotism thing a try. Just as long as it's free." I wink, stepping back and inviting my cute neighbor inside, his expression brightening with excitement. 

He quickly hurries in, locking the door behind him before following me down the hall, to my living room. It wouldn't hurt to play along I suppose, and besides, I'd heard that being hypnotized could be a very relaxing experience, something I definitely needed right now.

"Sorry, I would have cleaned up a bit, if I knew I'd be having company over." I tell him, gesturing my hands around the living room. 

"Oh nonsense, Cara. It's perfect and adorable, just like you." He smiles, and I can't stop from letting out another ditzy giggle at his words. 

The room was already very tidy, save for a few vacation photos I had strewn about my coffee table. They were just a couple pictures of myself and my friends, laughing and having fun on the beach. But one picture displayed me lounging on a boat, wearing nothing but a skimpy leopard print bikini, while sipping a drink in my hands. 

Tommy's eyes open wide, the front of his jeans beginning to bulge slightly while he stares intently at my swimsuit photo. 

I place a hand on my hip and smirk, noticing how enamored he was by it. 

"See something you like?" I ask him, with a flirty tone to my voice. 

He quickly looks down at the floor, his face blushing red as he mutters an awkward "Sorry.." but I just laugh, placing my hand on his arm. 

"Oh I'm only teasing. You're a guy, I'm glad you think I look good. But I don't think Sports Illustrated will be calling me anytime soon." 

I let out another laugh, and make my way towards the couch, Tommy turning his attention back to me with a smile. 

"They should. Beautiful doesn't do you justice, Cara. You're exquisite. Better than any model in a magazine." He tells me as I take a seat, my smile widening at his sweet words. 

"Alright charmer, so how does this hypno thing work exactly?" I ask, as I move my body so that I'm in a laying position. My legs and feet extend out before me, while I rest my head against a soft pillow and relax my hands on my stomach, interlocking my fingers. 

"Do you use like, a swinging watch, or a spinning spiral or something? Should I pull up Trust In Me on my phone?” I laugh again, my voice still very flirty and playful. 

Tommy pulls out his own phone, setting it down on the table as it begins to play relaxing beach sounds. 

"You're not too far off, Cara. I'm sure you'd look perfect, losing yourself in a swirling spiral." He chuckles, closing the blinds before he picks up a chair, setting it down and taking a seat right next to my head. 

"But I'm personally a fan of the swinging medallion induction." He says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sparkling clear crystal, attached to the end of a gold chain. 

"I know how easily entranced pretty girls like you are by expensive jewelry..Just let your eyes naturally focus on the crystal, and allow it to hypnotize you.." 

His voice becomes quiet like a whisper, while also being deep and commanding, as he dangles the crystal before my face. 

"I better not wake up as a lion tamer." I let out another soft laugh, as I focus my eyes intently on the pretty crystal.

He begins to twist the chain in his fingers, the crystal slowly spinning around, catching the light from the room as it sparkles before my face. I let out a sigh, relaxing myself deeper into the cushions as I gaze into the spinning crystal, my smirk slowly fading away while I become more and more relaxed. 

"You are being drawn into the crystal, Cara. You cannot look away. You know only the crystal and my voice. The crystal is all you see. Feel your mental barriers collapsing, as you take a deep breath in...and exhale for me now." I do as he says, taking multiple deep breaths in and out as I let myself relax even further. 

"Good girl. Eyes drawn into the crystal. Focused on my voice. Let yourself fall, and slip under a deep trance now." 

He snaps his fingers, and my eyes roll into my head for a moment, fluttering before they refocus on the crystal, which he's begun to gently swing back and forth...

"You are hypnotized, Cara. You are falling into a trance." His voice was even deeper now, even more hypnotic. 

"I am hypnotized...I am falling into a trance.." 

I whisper out, my playful voice now much more monotone. 

"I can't believe I just said that, he's actually hypnotizing me!" I think to myself, as the crystal begins to swing faster, becoming much harder to form any thoughts on my own. 

"Good girl. You're doing so well Cara. You're so easy to hypnotize. You want to be hypnotized.."

He grins rather lecherously, my eyelids drooping halfway. 

"I'm easy to hypnotize...I want to be hypnotized..." My eyes glaze over, following the crystal back and forth, my mouth dropping open in awe.

"Good girl, Cara. You're so attractive, but you are even prettier when you're hypnotized." 

The crystal swings even faster, while my eyes remain glued to it, I can't stop them from following side to side. 

"I'm pretty...when I'm...hypnotized..." 

I was totally under his spell now, there was no turning back for me, his deep voice chuckling  inside my mind. The crystal slowly stops swinging, becoming stationary once more, and he gently pulls it upwards by its gold chain. 

It spins around in circles, forcing my eyes to cross and leaving me with a rather silly expression on my face. 

"And you want to be pretty, Cara. I know you enjoy looking beautiful. And to look your best, means you need to be hypnotized. Give yourself to the crystal. Give yourself to my control. You want to be hypnotized." 

His voice was so powerful, so hypnotic, I didn't stand a chance. 

"I want to be pretty...I want...to be...hyp...hypno...hypnnnn..." 

My heavy eyes start to close, but he snaps his fingers again, and my crossed eyes roll around in my head before quickly fluttering back open.

"Hypnotized." He tells me with a stern tone, his voice still very deep and commanding.

"Hypnotized..." My monotone voice whispers, as the crystal spins around in place even faster.

"You want to be hypnotized. You are in my power." I hear his voice commanding me, and I slowly nod my head up and down, my irises crossing while my eyelids droop and flutter.

"I want to be hypnotized...I am in your power.."

Tommy chuckles and calls me a 'good girl' once more, the front of his pants now sporting an enormous bulge as he watches me fall under a trance. 

"Now Cara, a beautiful girl like yourself shouldn't have to worry about dull office work. You shouldn't work at all. You should let a big, strong man take care of you. You need ME to take care of you." 

I nod my head up and down to his words, still with a silly and drowsy expression on my face as my eyelids droop even further. 

"I should let a man take care of me...I need you to take care of me.." I repeat back, my own voice sounding a thousand miles away, while his still echoes deep within my head. 

"You want to be mine. You want to be my slave."

I can't fight it, I'm far too gone to even fully understand what's happening. 

"I want..to be yours...I want...to be...your slave.." I let out another blissful sigh, while my eyes close and reopen, seeing multiple spinning crystals in my blurry vision. 

"Good girl. Now Cara, when I snap my fingers this time, your eyes will close, and you will be fully hypnotized. Your weak mind will be under my control, and you will obey my commands without question." 

Yes, that sounds so wonderful. I think I'd love that. I don't really understand his words, but my subconscious soaks them in, giving him a firm hold over my mind.

"..Eyes...t-trance...com...commands..hypn..hypnnnnuuuuuhhhhh...." 

Snap! My fluttering eyes close shut, and I fall into a deep, mindless sleep.

...

A soft, quiet snoring comes from me, as Tommy admires his work. He stands back up, retrieving his phone and pausing the relaxing sounds. 

"Even easier than I expected." He chuckles, dropping the crystal back in his pocket before placing his hand before my sleeping face. 

"Cara, every time I snap my fingers, you will fall ten times deeper into hypnosis. Do you understand?" 

I nod my head up and down, before I hear him snap his fingers, and a wave of euphoric bliss washes over me. 

Snap! "Deeper into hypnotic trance." 

Snap! "Deeper into mindless obedience." 

Snap! "Deeper under my control." 

Snap! Snap! Snap! 

"Ohhhhh..." I sigh out, my eyes rolling around under their lids. My arm falls limply over the side of my couch, a small trickle of drool trailing down my chin; I was completely at his mercy now..

Tommy chuckles rather evilly, as he snaps his fingers a few more times, ensuring I was nice and deep for him. 

"Can you still hear me, Cara?" I hear him ask, and I let out another soft, blissful sigh. 

"Yes..." More evil laughter as he touches my hair.

"Good. I have hypnotized you, Cara. You are my slave, and I am your hypnotic master. You must obey my every command. Do you understand?"

I hear his deep, sexy voice in my head, and I nod again, letting out a monotone "Yes Master...I am your slave...I must obey..."

Another wave of euphoria hits me, it felt so good to submit, so good to let him take control, like I was in the passenger seat of my own mind.

"Very good. Now stand up for me." I feel him take my arm in his hand, helping me stand back on my feet, while my head slumps forward towards my chest. 

He places his hands on my temples, adjusting my head so that it was up while he looks upon my sleeping face. 

"I have always admired your beauty, Cara. From the moment we met, I knew that you would be the perfect girl to serve my every desire." He lets go of my head, and it remains stationary, my mouth drooping more as my eyes continue to flutter. 

He looks down at my coffee table, picking up my swimsuit photo and holding it close to his face with a smirk, adjusting the bulge in his pants.

"You really are quite a lovely woman.." 

He gently rubs himself as he looks me over in the picture, before turning his attention back towards me snoozing away before him without a thought in my empty head.

"When I snap my fingers, your eyes will open, but you will remain deep asleep, and deeply hypnotized. Do you understand?" He commands me, stepping closer so that I could feel his breath on my face. 

"Yes Master...I understand.." I drone out, before a loud snapping echoes throughout my mind.

My eyelids slowly open, revealing my blue irises, now completely glazed over and staring forward into nothing. Tommy chuckles as he waves his hand across my face, getting no reaction from my blank expression. 

"You are deep in my power, slave. You are under my control." He tells me, looking into my eyes as they continue to gaze forward. 

"I am deep in your power, Master...I am under your control.." 

I feel him run his hand across my cheek, before pressing his lips against mine in a soft kiss. We kiss for a few moments until our lips slowly part, and he holds the photograph up to my blank face. 

"Slave, when I snap my fingers, you will go and change into this swimsuit for me, and when you return, you will model it for my enjoyment." His voice is still very commanding, and I meekly nod my head to his words. 

"Yes Master...I will obey..." 

Snap! My arms slowly rise up and extend outwards, and I turn my body around as I march across my living room, down the hallway. 

"I must obey...I am hypnotized...I must obey..." 

I drone out as I disappear into my bedroom, Tommy smirking wider as he takes a seat on the couch, tucking the photo of me in his pocket...

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(Trance Thy Neighbor)

Trance Thy Neighbor

Trance Thy Neighbor By Cara B. Witching _________ It was late in the afternoon when I finally arrived home after a long and stressful

(The above link contains erotic literature, and is intended for adults only)

[yetanotherkinkblog]

Hhhhhhhhhholy fuck this is hot. Came no less than three times to it

[monstersflashlight]

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Request: Werewolf x chubby reader with portals, free use, knotting, rut????

Depraved approach

Werewolf x chubby fem!reader || sex toy, sex portal, free use (kinda), breeding, knotting, feral sex/rut, overstimulation, squirting, (very light) dirty talk

You can hear the howls of your werewolf neighbor as the moon starts to rise.

You don’t know much about werewolves, but you know enough to know he must be entering his rut. A part of you wants to be the one helping him, you want it more than anything, because you’ve been crushing on him since the day he knocked on your door with a fresh batch of cookies and a wolfish smile (pun intended) that made your panties wet.

Since then, your crush has only gotten increasingly intense, to the point where you might even say that you were already a bit in love with him. That’s why you left a bag with a little present on his door this evening... A fleshlight.

An enchanted fleshlight.

Having a witch for a best friend has its perks, like getting her to enchant a fleshlight to make a pussy-portal, or at least that’s what she called it. It was supposed to be a sex toy for him to use… and hopefully you’d feel it while he did. The sex toy is to be felt by the receiver only if both parties had a mutual attraction, and you’re hoping you do.

Is it a very weird way to approach your crush? Yes.

Is it depraved? Absolutely.

Did you feel bad about it? Not at all.

If things went as you expected, in about an hour, you’ll have a werewolf dick pounding into your pussy, and if you’re extra lucky, you’d get his knot. Your knees are already shaky thinking about it. You get yourself ready, sipping a nice wine as you munch on your dinner, putting on soft music, just chilling around in your house.

But you shouldn’t have.

Because the second you feel something at the entrance of your pussy, you’re completely lost. He drives in with one hard thrust, his dick hitting so deep, so fast that you’re already about to lose it. You make your way to your room on unsteady legs and trembling knees as he keeps fucking into you. You try to reduce your moaning to a minimum as you get to your room, more than sure that he can hear you from downstairs.

By the time you’re on your bed and pulling your clothes off, your pussy is so wet your panties are ruined. He’s fucking you relentlessly, and you can barely move enough to get the rest of your underwear off before you feel the first telltale sign of a knot expanding at the entrance of your pussy.

You don’t think. You don’t process it. You can only scream his name at the top of your lungs as the fat knot presses against your G-spot and your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously as you come around him. You hear the second he realizes the portal goes both ways, howling to the moon as you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. Fuck, fuck, fuck… You knew that was going to happen, but the feeling of his come filling you up only sends you higher, shaking on the mattress as your orgasm rocks your body and your eyes roll back into your head.

You hear a howl louder than the rest, and your pussy squeezes against the knot inside of you once again as more juices come gushing out of you. Just like last time, you hear a roar at the same time as you scream, another orgasm hitting you completely by surprise. Maybe you pass out for a second, or two, or maybe for a couple of minutes, because when you come back to your senses, someone is pounding on your door and you aren’t sure you can get your legs to work to go see who it is.

“I know you’re home! Open this door so I can stuff your pretty cunt next and stop playing with a toy!” His voice is way too loud, there’s no way the rest of your neighbors didn’t hear what he just said, but fuck if you care.

“It’s open!” You cry back, your pussy squeezing around his knot once again.

But this time, you open your eyes in time to see him in front of you, the pink fleshlight held tight against his dick, still buried deep inside. He twists it around a little, and you let out an undignified cry of pleasure when the top of his knot presses against your G-spot. G

“You do not leave your door open again,” he growls.

The sound only makes your pussy squeeze again, he grunts, approaching you on the bed, his eyes blown wide and his fangs exposed. You shiver, rolling your hips to get more friction. He stops your movements with his claws on your hips, a threat, but one you aren’t going to listen to. You do it again and he moans, his teeth bared and his dick sending a new shot of come into your pussy. It’s starting to drip down, and he realizes the second it does.

He looks at your pussy, completely focused on his come dripping down. “Why are you dripping with come?”

“The fleshlight… Fuck. It’s enchanted. Good goddess… The fleslight... It’s a portal,” you struggle to say.

“Are you saying my come is IN YOU right now?” His tone gets higher at the end, and you nod, feeling too hot and bothered to form more words.

He clearly doesn’t care about your struggles, because next thing you know he’s pushing two fingers inside of you. The combination of his knot and his fingers is enough to send your body into another orgasm from the stretch.

But it doesn’t end there- he’s a werewolf in rut and you’re nothing but his toy right now. He starts finger fucking you as you continue to feel shot after shot of his come hitting deep inside. The feeling of his knot still buried in the fleshlight is pressing against your G-spot when he decides to press right there with his fingers as well.

You’d never felt anything like it, your whole body shakes with the force of it, and something inside of you breaks.

You lose consciousness of your body, of your mouth, of everything that’s not that point in your pussy and the way you’re gushing around his fingers, the way you’re… peeing? Fuck. You’re squirting all over him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Your orgasm feels infinite as he keeps rutting against the toy and his fingers keep playing with your G-spot as if he’s playing a shooter game on his computer and pressing the left mouse button over and over. He does this until you’re crying and the pleasure is blinding. Even through the blinding pleasure, you’re still coming.

The bliss causes you to pass out again, which should have been expected by then.

You come back to him licking the tears away, and you can’t feel his knot inside of you anymore, but his fingers are still buried deep inside of you, making you moan. The sound alerts him of you being back in the land of the living, and he’s soon kissing your forehead.

“I couldn’t let my seed drip down,” he explains as if it’s the most logical thing, and you have no energy to argue. Apparently your body still has enough energy to clench around his fingers, though. “You like that? You like being stuffed full of come?” You shiver and he takes that as the ‘yes’ you were intending for it to be. His body moves over you on the mattress, and before you can process it, his dick is pressing against your opening: “Are you ready to feel it for real?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before he’s pushing his cock inside in one long and drawn out thrust. The feeling of him sliding into you causes your eyes to roll back while you moan and greedily push your hips up to get more of him.

You have to admit, your depraved ideas certainly have their perks sometimes.

[kysluts]

fingering his pretty hole and milking his cock while ignoring his pleads for permission to cum just to gasp innocently when he practically squirts, apologizing incoherently, giving him a fake empathetic look as i cup his cheek condescendingly and murmur about how now i gotta punish my pretty doll :c

[kysluts]

working on my thesis and all i need is a pretty boy pouting at me from behind my laptop, whining for me to pay attention to him, tugging on my clothes, whimpering when i tell him ‘m busy, before finally pulling my laptop off my lap and draping himself over me instead, head buried into my neck and wrapping my hands around his waist and demanding i give him attention </3

[ivoryjade]

possession is my fixation rn. hickeys, wearing a chain with my name on it, or fucking them while they repeat that they’re mine ain’t enough. i legit want that person’s soul. so like who want me fr ?? 😼

[yetanotherkinkblog]

I’ve got him a locking collar :3

[ellies-smut-scribbles]

Possessive doggirl that clings to you when you’re out together…

Possessive doggirl that looks at everyone who tries to flirt with you like she’s about to throttle them…

Possessive doggirl girl who is on a leash but more in control of it than you…

Possessive doggirl who grabs your ass to remind everyone who’s fucking you tonight…

Possessive doggirl who needs to wear a muzzle or else she’ll cover you in hickies within minutes of going to the bar…

Possessive doggirl who can’t help but fantasize about getting her muzzle off, taking you into the alley behind the bar, clamping her jaws down on your neck, and fucking you full of her hot cum over and over again…

Possessive doggirl who tells you to take her knot like a good slut…

Possessive doggirl who leads you back inside (without panties) and happily sits with you now that you’re absolutely ruined and slathered in her scent…

Possessive doggirl~

[the-black-manor]

You're the xenobiologist on a spaceship that's studying a lifeform found on one of the planets your team recently visited. It's a mass of tentacles, barely the size of a tennisball, but it's growing quickly and becoming more and more aggressive. It seems to be the most at peace when it's in its hide - one of those little plastic caves you put in a hamster cage - but it will outgrow that, too, by the end of the week. There's really only one place that it can be kept safe that it won't outgrow immediately. If you can't calm the creature, your superiors are going to kill it. You know how to help, and you've grown fond of it, so you volunteer. Your womb will make the perfect warm, dark place.

As you enter your lab, the lifeform goes into a frenzy, slamming itself against the glass walls of its little enclosure. It's grown since the meeting two days ago; now the size of a softball. Your partner closes and the laboratory door behind you, and the locks slide into place with a heavy metallic thud. You take a deep breath, slide your pants off and kick them aside. The creature calms as you approach, waiting to see what you're going to do before it makes its move.

"Alright, you," you address it nervously. "I'm going to open your enclosure, and you're not going to try and kill me, okay?"

Its tentacles, transparent and slimy, feel around the seams of the enclosure's door. You sit in your chair, wheel up to the table, then spread your legs. With a shaky breath, you reach for the latch on the box, then flick it open. Instantly, it pushes the door open and wraps its tentacles around your hand. You check your breathing, trying not to panic as it begins to squeeze.

"Easy now..."

With your free hands, you spread your lower lips, then position the lifeform in front of your opening. It was smart and curious. It would understand.

"You'll like it in there," you promise when it hesitates. "No tricks. Just a nice place to sleep."

One tentacle reaches out and curls around your clit, while another prods at your urethra and a third slips into your cunt, feeling, exploring deep. You grit your teeth as the tentacle in your urethra slides in further and pray that the alien won't choose your bladder instead of your womb. It adds two more tentacles to the one in your cunt, and you can feel it exploring your cervix.

It feels good.

But that pleasure turns to pain as it forces your cervix open and pulls itself partially inside of your cunt, stretching your entrance around its soft body. It could relax, making itself smaller, but it wanted to get a good feel for the space inside.

"That's it...." you breathe. "All yours."

The rest of it slides inside, and you can't help but clench around it. It freezes, but only for a moment, and then it begins to force itself past your cervix and into your womb. That stretch isn't nearly as pleasant as the previous, and you grit your teeth hard as you ride it out. The creature is cautious, going slowly, stopping partially inside, forcing your cervix to remain stretched around its form.

And then it slides the rest of the way in and your body closes around it. It shifts and turns and pushes at your walls, bulging your belly outward until it finds a comfortable position and settles down. And there it remains, your new little friend, content in the warm and dark, where it will feed off of your menstrual blood and continue to grow. How big? No one knows, but even if you were to change your mind, there is no way to get the creature out now. You and it are one, from now until it decides its ready for a new home. If it decides its ready for a new home. It may be content to stay with you forever.

[hyperactivetransdrone]

Hypnotizing someone so that their strap on is their cock and they get so horny when theyre hard they MUST fuck something

Except a dildo is always hard so theyre constantly horny and the only way for them to stop is if they cum

But again dildos cant cum. So the only way for them to cum and stop being horny is to fuck you ravenously until you tell them to cum or they have to try to resist the horny while being has hard as the dildo, and that's only if you can function enough to tell them to cum

[yetanotherkinkblog]

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

[onlyifhebeg]

Men deserve to be pegged.

Made to spread their legs like the needy little things they pretend they’re not.

To be fucked like holes.

To blush, moan, and take it like the pretty pets they should be.

And when they’re shaking and crying into the mattress, they’ll call it the best thing that’s ever happened to them.

[yetanotherkinkblog]

Not about anyone in particular:333

[rogue-unleashed]

FERAL LONGING

Poor thing, you were on your own, like he was, for too long. But fear not, he's here now, for you.

Warnings: Smut, Femreader, Male werewolf, Dubcon at first (well, you weren't exactly ready for it, okay?), A little gore at the beginning, Stalking, Unprotected intercourse, Light choking, Rough treatment, Canine parts, Knotting. Wordcount: 1982 Note from Rogue: Well, uh, I guess I have a soft spot werewolves. Mind you, he is not a shifter, he is just a huge ass wolfman. Enjoy.

It was fated.

At least he was convinced it was the moon's doing, the Moon Goddess, finally giving him a mate.

You were supposed to have a nice little weekend, on your own in the woods.

Perhaps you've just had a breakup or need a retreat from everything that has happened lately. To clear your thoughts, to reconnect with yourself.

But oh, who would have thought that you were in for something else

Even on your first night there, it was strange. You were outside on the porch, sipping on a big mug of hot tea, reminiscing on your life while the chill of the night air enveloped you, and you felt it through the heavy blanket around you, too.

He was there.

You didn't know, but he was there, watching.

He was just patrolling throughout his territory, like he always did, when he picked up on your scent.

Camomile, a little bit of lemongrass, mixed with that holy, sweet scent that he had never tasted in the air before

He followed it like a bloodhound, nose high in the air, rushing through the lush foliage of the deep woods, his lanky, inhuman, wolflike form one with the shadows around him.

Finally finding the clearing, he stopped at the treeline, nostrils flaring wildly, his gaze scanning the area, yellow, hungry eyes finally focusing on you.

Oh, you were perfect.

Even mostly covered by the blanket, he knew you were soft.

You had to be, humans are always fresh, plush under his fangs, coming apart piece by piece between his claws.

But he wanted more than that now, not just to satisfy his deep hunger for flesh.

He needed you.

Longing for your presence, for your softness around him, he stood there for almost an hour, studying your calm aura.

For him, you were almost serene; the primal, ancient hunger he had in him seemed unknown to you.

Maybe you were the complete opposite of him, and that drew him more than anything in his rotten life.

It would have been so easy to lounge at you, to take you with him, to claim you right there, on the porch, having that coarse blanket under you.

But he had other plans.

And with that, he disappeared into the night again.

You woke up the next day and decided to go for a walk.

But as soon as you opened the door, you froze, shocked by the scene.

Bunnies, two of them.

But their white fur was stained with dark red patches, eyes open with terror, stiffened bodies pressed together on the wooden floor.

They were drenched in blood.

Disturbed, you called the owner of the house, telling him what you saw, but he just told you that there are a lot of coyotes out there, and they must have dropped it by accident.

(On your porch. Like that. Right. Of course.)

You convinced yourself to get a trash bag and get them out of there, somewhere far away from your little retreat.

(You wanted to go for a walk anyway, right?)

You got rid of them in the woods, hoping that the coyotes would find their leftovers there.

(You didn't buy his explanation but decided to roll with it anyway)

After a while, you almost forgot about the bunnies, and you reached a creek in the woods.

The calm, quiet sound of the flowing water reminded you why you were here, after all.

You decided to check out the little creek sight.

It seemed peaceful, hiding its beauty from the trail; the water likely carved its own little valley, creating two steep hills alongside it.

But something was off, like you weren't alone.

Like a dog sniffing curiously, but it was so quiet it almost faded into the soft sounds of the creek.

Then you heard the low growl.

You turned to the sound, seeing the creature lurking near you.

It was huge, bigger than a normal human, and its body was covered with rough, black fur.

And those eyes, fuck, those yellow eyes, piercing to your soul.

His body was different than a wolf's; it was more robust, lanky, almost humanlike...

Almost, because those fangs that he glared at you for a moment, those couldn't belong to any human.

Muscles rippling along the coarse fur as it shifted its weight slowly, turning to you with its monstrous body.

You were so shocked, not even a sound escaped your lips, you just took a step back, and that's when he pounced.

He jumped into action like the true, primal predator he was, his weight knocking you off your feet.

You were prepared to feel the claws or those fangs piercing through your body, yet you didn't feel any of that.

Finally, a scream escaped your lips, but it didn't seem to deter him; if anything, you sounded like prey, squealing under his claws.

You felt his hot, wet tongue on the crevice of your neck, and his cold nose bumping to your skin as he tasted you, careful not to let his canines graze your soft flesh.

You squirmed under him, finding his weight not entirely crushing you. He wasn't even holding you down properly.

Like he was half expecting you to lie there for him.

And as he sniffed your hair, hot air hitting your scalp and your face as he inhaled your scent with every breath...

...it felt somehow unnatural to move away.

You brushed your legs together, a strange, but not unfamiliar warmth creeping between your thighs.

Oh, and he noticed.

Your eyes went wide as a deep, low laugh rumbled in his chest.

"A willing prey, how delightful..."

His voice was so different, so gruff, it almost sounded like a growl, but you swore you could hear every syllable.

His tongue lapped on your neck again, a clawed, paw-like hand grabbing your plush thigh, almost kneading the flesh.

The sensation earned a whine from you, partly aroused, but so fucking scared.

It made him laugh again, but apart from his voice being like an old building creaking and rumbling, it wasn't as intimidating as it had been when he heard it first.

"You didn't fancy my offering, eh?"

You panted, a bit confused, before looking up into his wild, yellow eyes.

"That was... you...?", you mumbled, not sure what to make of it.

"Don't be afraid, lamb", he chuckled, spreading your legs a little further, slightly lowering more of his weight on you. "We're gonna find out what tickles your fancy the best."

His claws ripped through your clothes.

He didn't understand them anyway. Why would you hide that delicious little body with such things? Why would you hide away from his gaze?

You yelped, but he ignored.

He smelled it, your arousal, the pool gathering between your thighs.

He knew he would have this effect on you.

You, on the other hand, were utterly confused by your own reactions.

But it was too late to back down now, and honestly...

A horrifying, but curious thought is pondered in your mind.

What if you would just let him...?

And so you did.

You whimpered and squirmed as his tongue lapped against your skin, like a hungry animal tasting every inch of your torso.

It brushed against your tits, humming as he felt your plush skin under his muscled tongue, noting the way your body jolted with pleasure as he unintentionally touched your nipples.

He was kneeling between your legs now, your bare thighs slightly touching his fur on his waist.

He grabbed your legs suddenly, clawed fingers wrapped around your knees as he pushed your legs further, revealing your already glistening core to his sight.

You gripped the ground under you, fingers tightening around the mix of soil and dry leaves.

He glared his fangs, almost like a wicked smile appearing on his face, drool gleaming on his sharp canines, dripping down.

Like a hungry dog looking at its favorite treat.

"Such beauty hiding here, lamb."

It felt wrong, it was the scariest scene you ever saw, but fuck, it turned you on anyway, your clit throbbing as he devoured you only with his gaze.

Your breath already hitched as you saw him slowly leaning down, yellow eyes going wide at the sight, a glow, satisfied grumble shaking his chest as he tasted your juices.

You were fucking delicious.

"Sweeter than blood", he phrased it this way as he laughed, his tongue hitting your needy clit one more time, before he hovered over you with that monstrous body of his.

He didn't even have to pin you down now; he knew you wanted this.

As you looked down, you forgot to breathe.

You saw it: angry red, already glistening with precum, and huge.

Fuck, his cock was nothing like you ever saw before, and as it approached your core, you couldn't help but grip his arms that he had leaning next to your head.

You tried your best to relax all of your muscles, and fuck, thank god you did.

Because the stretch was inhuman, it filled you up like nothing before, and for a moment, you feared that he might rearrange your organs.

You hissed, and he growled, deeply, closing his eyes in the sensation, your soft, tight walls wrapping around him so perfectly that it almost made him lose control.

But, oh no, he couldn't break you yet, not completely at least.

Another low growl ripped out of his chest as he started to move.

You moaned, and a clawed hand snapped to your neck.

Not enough to choke you, but enough to make your eyes dart at him.

Oh, and how he loved your teary gaze, your little body under him, completely at his mercy.

His slow, almost experimental thrusts turned into feral, ruthless pounding soon, leaving you a moaning, whimpering mess.

He leaned down, breathing right next to your ear, hips jerking into you with vigor.

It was almost too much, almost too fast, almost too wild.

But it was nothing like you ever experienced, and you already felt yourself lost in the sensation, your mind full of his smell, the way his fur touched your skin, his fangs grazing against your ear.

His canine cock stretched out your pussy so good, you felt like ripping apart, but he paid attention to you.

He didn't mean to tear you to shreds.

He devoured you, in one piece.

Just as when your vision started to blur, the pleasure climbing high in your body, the movement of his hips started to get more erratic.

He was close to losing control.

His hand let go of your throat; instead, it grabbed your hair, tilting your head as he leaned against your neck.

For a moment, you got scared he might snap your neck in a swift motion, ripping your throat open.

But then he just lightly grazed your skin with his fangs, canines piercing your flesh just enough to leave a mark.

Your eyes rolled back as you came, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips.

You never had one only from fucking, he didn't even touch your clit for a while, and he ripped out of you the most fucking amazing orgasm you ever had.

He finished soon after, thrusting his whole cock in you with a guttural groan, and you felt something hot filling you.

And that something stretched you out slightly more, the sudden feeling leaving you breathless, you gripped his arms again, looking up at him with confusion despite your still lingering haze.

He laughed, panting, with a knowing look in his eyes.

"Don't you fret, we'll stay like this for now", he said before his tongue lapped again at your neck, just where he pierced your skin with his fangs.

It was different now, less frantic, more gentle, even nurturing.

"And after", his low voice rumbled in his chest, sending shivers down your spine, "I'll fill you up again."

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Fuuuucccckkkkkkjjjkjj I’m so closereereeee

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Had a cutie on call last night and by the end of it, she came so hard her legs hurt

Is this what winning feels like?

[jayshiddenpalace]

Getting into omo because you used to wet the bed and you feel like you have something to prove

Failing every time because you just can't admit to yourself that you have to go.

Sip sip darlin sip sip

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I’m in this post and I don’t like it

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Does it say something about me that I’m debating getting my first dildo and skipped RIGHT past the human ones and just

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UPDATE:

This shop is doing something right, cause I’ve got a strap and a tentacle coming in a couple days lmao

[davinawritings]

Perv!Monster Neighbor

Perv!Monster Neighbor that secretly goes over to your yard in the middle of the night and jerks off all over the sides of your house. He’d developed a small (maybe not so small) obsession with you and wants to make sure other monsters think you’ve already been claimed. He jerks off as he thinks about fucking and claiming your tight cunt, only to blow his load all over the side of your house.

Perv!Monster Neighbor alternates sides each night, wanting to make sure other monsters can smell it from any direction. The night he was in your backyard, he may have stolen a pair of your panties that were drying on your laundry line. He now keeps them wrapped in his hand as the fucks his fist to the thought of you or bunched in his non dominant hand and pushed up to his nose as he covers your property in his cum.

PervMonster Neighbor that watches you routinely and knows Monday is your day for extra work in the garden, harvesting, and pulling out weeds. The night before he makes sure to cum all over the garden, getting rock hard the next day as he watches you kneel in the cum soaked soil.

Perv!Monster Neighbor who missed you installing security cameras several weeks ago after you noticed strange noises outside your house at night.

Perv!Monster Neighbor that is unaware of how the first thing you do when you wake up everyday is fuck your fingers as you watch him fuck his fist and cover your house in his seed on the security footage from the night before.

[emptyvalleytraveler-deactivated]

Reblog if you think you qualify as a good ol' freeuse doll (batteries included)

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baby boy, you got it all wrong! the fact that i’m sucking you off doesn’t mean you’re in charge. you’re not in charge of anything—at least not inside this room. your pretty cock is in my mouth because it’s pleasant for me, because i get wet when i feel it twitch on my tongue. i’m doing this because your moans are so sweet as you desperately try to thrust yourself into me, seeking whatever i have to give you. and don’t even try to grab my hair and force me to swallow you deeper—it will only get you punished and restrained. i fucking own you. you only get to cum when i say so.

[daughtxr-of-lilith]

I'm not an expert, but I think straddling a pretty boy and grinding against his clothed, painfully hard cock as I choke him and give him sloppy kisses while all he can do is moan and roll his hips with desperation would fix me.

Dry humping is a little underrated...

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Totally not targeted towards a certain prettyboy ehehe