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"Hey, I'm going out for a pack of smokes, need anything?" Michelle asked her younger brother, Sean.
"Sure, I'm almost out. Do you need any money?"
She smacked her giant, octuplet-filled belly. "What? As if.... I'm just gonna find a few guys to fuck for cash, should be no problem with my belly this big."
"Of course.... why didn't I think of that?"
"You're so naive, little bro...." Michelle giggled, giving her belly another playful smack.
"You know, when mom and dad asked if you could live with me, since I had an apartment and you were couch surfing, I didn't quite imagine what that meant."
"I hope you aren't regretting our little arrangement. All the free sex you could ever want with your dreamy older sister?"
"No, definitely not! You know how much I've always fantasized about you..... I just had no clue you were, well...."
"A forever-pregnant whore?"
"Not the words I'd use, but yeah. When did you start prostituting? I thought you went away to college. I didn't want to ask the last few months because I thought it might be rude."
"Awwww, well yeah, I went to college to pursue a Master's in Engineering. All was going well, until my horny-as-fuck sorority sisters convinced me to start partying, take every drug under the sun, and abuse fertility drugs and IQ-lowering drugs to be 'more fun', which I am now, to be fair. Always carrying at least sextuplets, and I'm down to a 62 IQ, from around 170...."
"Holy shit, no wonder you're so different and, well, no offense but all you think about is getting high and having sex."
"See? More fun. Long story short I dropped out because schoolwork was getting in the way of drugs and fucking, and it turns out, fucking is a great way to score more drugs! Win-win. Now is this little interrogation over so I can go out in my little nighttime stroll outfit and get my brains fucked out for some cigarette money." She gave her brother a kiss, deep on the lips, giggled as she wiped as a line of their saliva, then merrily walked from their apartment, bobbing her hips, tits bouncing.
Sean stood there, knowing she'd be back in an hour, and they'd probably chainsmoke and fuck. But he instead got on his jacket and shoes, and took a big wad of money out of his wallet, waiting for her to get to her usual spot along the park near their apartment, before heading out. Since she was a proud little whore, he might as well pay her for sex, the thought of paying his older sister to fuck her in the middle of the park at night made his cock instantly hard. She was such a trainwreck, but he and the rest of their family was far happier to see her become a massively pregnant drug-addicted slut than an engineer. It suited Michelle so much better to be so round and dumb.
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imagine me living next door to you and going outside on a hot summers day to wash my car, dressed in nothing but a bikini because it’s soo hot.. bending over in front of the neighbours to dip the sponge in the bucket, revealing my barely clothed pussy to them.
eventually, you see me and decided to sit on your front porch, eyes hypnotised by my tits practically spilling out the edges of my too-small bikini top. i see you and wave, which you take as a signal to come over.
“would you wash my car, sweetheart?”
i agree, too dumb to understand what you really want!!
when i finish, i walk over to your house and you invite me inside for a drink for working soo hard. when my back is turned, you slip a drug into my drink, handing it to me with a smile when you’re done. i gulp it down, only to feel the effects of the drug almost immediately like a truck. i start swaying and stumbling all over the place, so you come over and start shushing me, pushing me gently onto your couch.
i can’t protest when you pull delicately on the ties of my bikini, as my head is spinning too much to make sense of what is happening. you take one of my tits in your hand and start sucking my nipple on the other one. i let out a small moan and you chuckle.
“Wan’ hear more of that, baby.”
you trail your fingers down my stomach and rest your thumb on my clit, rubbing it in small circles as you keep sucking and kissing my tits. you lift your head up to look at me. my legs start to shake and open slightly, allowing you an obscured view of my glistening pussy. you chuckle again, and rise up. i hear your belt buckle start to undo and your jeans fall to the floor.
“You gon’ take all this cock, aren’t you, slut?”
i whine and try to wriggle away, but you grab my feet and yank me closer. my tits jiggle at the force.
“Tsk, tsk, not so fast.”
you line your tip with my pussy lips, trailing up and down them, slapping your hard cock on my clit, making me moan. i can barely raise my head to look at you, i’m too weak, so i just let it fall back on the couch cushions.
impatient, you don’t wait for me to become fully wet and force your cock into me. i moan again, the sound hitting your ears and almost making you want to cum right there and then. when you completely fill me up, your tip kisses my cervix and i try to get away, whining about the pain.
you laugh. “This is what you wanted though, isn’t it? Parading around basically naked for the whole neighbourhood to see? Fucking whore.”
you draw your cock out, my walls clenching onto you, putting up a fight to let you go. then you slam it all the way back in again, grabbing one my tits as my pussy draws you in.
“can’t take it all, s’too big, please..” i beg.
you shake your head and laugh, drawing it out and pounding my pussy again and again. eventually, you seize up slightly and cum, filling my womb with your hot load, breeding me. you pull out and a puddle of your cum drips out on the floor.
the drugs have worn off by now and i start to redress myself. you walk me out of your house, slap my ass and wink.
“i’ll be back again, sweetheart.”
there might be a part two if i get enough requests!!💞💞
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my biggest fantasy atm is for someone to break into my house and kidnap me, only to tie me up somewhere and keep me as their breeding whore. there isn’t a day that goes by where their cock is not pushed relentlessly into my tight pussy and in filled up with their hot cum. if it falls out, they push it right back in! then, when they’re tired, they invite their masked friends over. soon, i have a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass and two cocks in my pussy, all pounding into me, regardless of my crying. i’m filled with hot cum in every hole, but don’t stop breeding me!! that’s all i’m here for🩷🩷
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Monster boyfriend who plugs you up every time he goes to work so you are ready to take him when he comes back. Usually, he texts you so you can be ready: face down, ass up. The perfect little hole for him to fuck his frustrations away. If his boss was extra rude, you get double the pounding. If he had trouble with clients, he knots you until you are an incoherent mess under him. And if he has a good day, he makes out with your pussy until you beg him to fuck you.
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Imagine going to the lake to have a good nice time with your friends...
You are swimming when you feel something touching your feet, you scream loudly. Your friends at the shore laugh at you and tell you it's probably just a fish. You breathe hard, yeah, just a fish. You keep swimming, a bit further away, something touches your ass, grabs your leg. You scream again. They laugh, you might be the fish new favorite food. You laugh it off and keep swimming, your brain is just playing tricks on you.
Until it's not.
Until a slimy tentacle sneaks up on you and gets inside your mouth, pushing so far it triggers your gag reflex. It retracts. You try to scream but you can't. The tentacle doesn't go away. But a bunch more appear.
You can feel them everywhere. Holding your legs apart, taking your bikini off, pushing slimy tentacles into your pussy. Some grope your tits, little suckers grabbing into your nipples and making you squirm. Something probes your asshole, you struggle to get off its hold. You van't fight it off. It penetrates your asshole. You try to scream but you just get the tentacle in your mouth further down your throat. You gag, it retracts and starts a punishing pace. Fucking your pussy. Fucking your throat. Fucking your asshole. It shouldn't feel good, it shouldn't. But you with each trust something inside of you grows higher and higher until you are pushing back, until you are moaning around the tentacle in your mouth.
You come around the tentacles. They fuck you through it.
There's a weird sound and you feel the first shoot of slimy release. Rapidly stuffing all your holes at the same time. The slimy seed feels cool and disgusting inside your pussy, inside your ass. Your friends are calling you and you barely grab your bikini and put it back on before your friend appears in the shore calling you out so y'all can go. You get out and put back your clothes as you feel the goo dripping out, praying it's not staining your friend's car.
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[wolf-shifter] Rome
wolf-shifter!Rome x human!Reader
Good to know: somnophilia, non-con, breeding, rut
Summary: Your best friend can't keep himself away from you anymore.
"Did I wake you up?" Your words are slurred when you break the silence of the quiet flat. The only sound is the traffic from the streets, filtering inside. A few cars pass by every now and again. Their engine rumbles through the air, echoing off the buildings.
Your back is against the wall as your best friend kneels in front of you, trying to take off your shoes with a slight frown between his brows. His thick fingers can barely handle the delicate clasps.
"It's fine," he hums, pushing the shoes aside. "I told you to call me if you need me."
"Thank you," you reply, tilting your head back when he stands up and towers above you. "You are a good friend, Rome. I love you."
The man just smirks at your words, tucking you against his side to lead you into his room. He knows the drill by now. You go out with your co-workers, drink more than you can handle, and call him to take you home. He helps you, of course, while listening to you repeat how much you love him until you fall asleep.
"I love you too, sweetheart," he replies, opening the door of his room and leading you inside until you sit on the edge of his bed. Your posture is relaxed and tired. You don't even move a muscle when you feel him starting to take off your clothes.
"Arms up," he says, and when you do, he pulls up your top until it's on a chair nearby. It smells like your perfume, smoke, and alcohol.
"Do you want a shower?" Rome asks even though he already knows your answer.
"'m tired," you hum, letting your eyes close while you are still in a sitting position.
"Of course," the man chuckles.
While he searches for a shirt you can sleep in, he can't help but let his eyes wander on your almost bare body. Your tits fill the bra into a nice cleavage, and your panties match.
"Hold up your arms for a second, sweetheart," he says quietly, feeling a bit annoyed when the thin fabric hides your body from his dark gaze.
"You can lay down now," he adds, helping you onto his bed and tucking you in. By the time he straightens up, you are already asleep.
Rome has known you since he moved into the city. You met at a coffee shop where you worked after college. He knew you were his mate after a glance and a sniff in the air heavy with the scent of coffee and you. You put him into a friend zone, and Rome never figured out how to get out of it without ruining your friendship. So he stayed in that damn zone, hoping that one day you will confess his love for him or he will grow some balls to tell you the truth. Pathetic really.
After making sure the lock of his entrance door is closed and putting a big glass of water next to you on the nightstand, he climbs onto the bed, trying to focus on anything else but your closeness. His brothers would laugh at him for sure. Their little brother can't get the girl, so he has to wake up next to her with blue balls. How funny.
Sleep takes him after a while, but his dreams are heavy and troubled. When he wakes up, it's almost morning. The sun is still hiding behind the horizon, but it's there. He turns on his back and groans. His gums ache and burns, his mouth open to lift the pressure off his teeth. Sweat glistens on his heated body. His fingers dig into the mattress under him, feeling his claws wanting to grow out. And his cock. He closes his eyes tightly to keep a pained moan in his chest. It's hard and heavy between his thighs. His erection pulses with each breath he takes, and his underwear is already ruined by the precum soaking the black fabric.
"Fuck," he grunts, sitting up on the edge of the bed. The wooden ground feels cold under him. His skin feels too tight and too itchy. Rome circles his broad shoulders backward a few times before standing up to get to the kitchen for some water.
The man is almost at the door of his room when you turn on your back on the bed, still sleeping. His eyes rake over your body under the covers. He forgot you were there. He was too busy with his wolf wanting to come out, he didn't even notice you until now. But now, he can't tear his gaze away from you. You are so peaceful and pretty. Your hair is a mess, and your makeup is smeared around your closed eyes. The red lipstick you used is faded.
"Fuck," Rome groans again. You shouldn't be here. Not when his rut is approaching and the wolf in him claws on the inside of his mind to get him out.
He should force himself to walk away and call an Uber for you. He should wake you up and make you leave. Or at least, he should force himself out of the room. You shouldn't be here so beautiful and soft while his cock throbs with the need to fill you up.
Rome stares at your chest for long seconds, watching you breathe. You are deep asleep. You always black out when you drink too much.
He steps closer.
His large hands curl into fists.
Another step to the bed.
He shouldn't.
"Fuck."
The change of his body comes naturally and quickly. His skeleton transforms into something more primal, with firm muscles and dark fur all over his skin. He grows taller and stronger. The ache in his body lessens, but his cock between his legs still bobs angrily with each step he takes to the bed to get closer to your sleeping form. His claws grip the blanket, pulling it down from the bed slowly and carefully. He drops it to the ground, keeping his eyes on your bare legs. His t-shirt barely hides your panties, and he can see your nipples harden at the sudden change of temperature.
For a second, his attention wanders up to your face. Your eyes are still closed, and your breath is even. The man climbs up on the bed. The mattress dips under his weight. He hovers above your sleeping form, almost frozen. You can wake up at any minute, and there is no way he can explain the situation without you freaking out.
But it's too little and too late.
Taking a deep breath, his hand moves to his aching cock, his long fingers curling around the thick shaft. A groan escapes his open mouth, his long tongue lick over his upper teeth. His eyes wander down on your body, pausing at your soft tits and hard nipples before falling to your covered mound. His grip tightens on his erection, precum leaking from the dark pink tip.
He saw you like this several times since you know each other. You are comfortable showing some skin even though it drives him crazy under the surface.
Releasing his cock, he reaches out for you. His touch is gentle and warm on your knees, gliding up on the soft flesh of your thigh. When you open your legs, he almost jumps back and out of the bed. Rome snaps his eyes up to your face again. You are still asleep.
It's so wrong on so many levels.
Now, that your legs are open, he can see the slit of your pussy through the thin fabric. Drool drips down from his mouth at the plump sight.
Maybe it's enough, he tries to say to himself. Just jerking off on the view of your cunt is enough until you wake up and go home.
His hand is on you again, caressing your thigh before sliding up to your panties. It's soft under his touch but does nothing but annoy him. His thumb moves between your legs, feeling the heat of your pussy on his own skin. His heart beats in his throat as he watches. Your clit is under his thumb, drawing small circles on the bud.
Rome doesn't have to wait long to feel your arousal in the air. It's thick and heavy, making him and his cock drool some more.
"Fuck!" He groans. His snout fidgets as he takes deep breaths from your scent. "You smell so good."
He moves closer, slowly, tentatively. He lifts his weight onto his arms at the sides of your body. His eyes are on your face again, watching you sleep while his nose almost bumps against your mound. A low groan rumbles in his chest. You are so close. So delicious. His tongue rolls out of his mouth, licking through your center over the fabric covering it. You are wet. He licks over your slit until your panties are soaked with your juices and his saliva. It sticks to your plump pussy.
"Let's take it down," he hums, hooking his long fingers on the side of your panties to pull it down and reveal your most intimate part. Your cunt glistens under the street lights that filter into his bedroom through the window.
The wolf-shifter's world spins around him once, twice, three times as he leans closer again. His snout rubs against your clit, taking deep breaths of your heavy smell.
"So pretty," he murmurs. "You have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart."
Almost bursting with anticipation, he slides his tongue between your folds, lapping up your juices. When he flicks your clit, you moan into the dark room, making him freeze for long seconds. Your smell gets stronger in the air, but you don't move.
"Just a little bit more," he whispers, almost begging. He slurps on your pussy hurriedly, trying to suffocate himself in your cunt. His tongue finds your entrance, pushing inside your hot channel. He can feel you fluttering around his tongue, sucking him in for more. His whole body trembles as his muscles tense. Every nerve in his body is focused on you. Your smell and taste drive him deeper and deeper to the point he can't back away.
His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, leaking. His balls feel too tight, and his hips start to rock back and forth every now and again to find some friction. The knot at the base of his shaft grows with each second he spends between your thighs, munching on your cunt.
Biting off his own claw, he turns his attention back to your empty hole. His tongue slides into you easily, pulsing and fluttering until he adds his finger to stretch you out some more. For a second, you tense up, moaning again before continuing to sleep. He almost laughs. He could fuck you. You wouldn't wake up.
He almost cums when you clench around him. He scoops up your nectar with his tongue, gulping to burn the memory of your taste in his mind. Your breathing gets heavier, and a small, barely noticeable tremble runs through your body as you reach your climax. With his free hand, Rome has to squeeze his cock to stop him from shooting his seed all over you and the bed.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he groans, keeping his fingers in you, feeling your still squeezing walls. "Can you do that again? Could you cum on my cock, hm? Are you ready for it?"
He climbs above you, pushing your legs apart to have enough space for his slim waist between your thighs. His erection rubs against your folds, mixing his pre-cum and your juices together.
"God," he groans. "Fuck! So good, sweetheart. Your cunt is so warm. She wants me, love. She wants my cock inside. You know it, too."
Grabbing his erection, he adjusts the bulbous tip to your entrance before starting to push inside. He growls at the feeling of you enveloping him. You are warm and wet and perfect. His balls jerk and his knot pulses.
"That's it," he groans. "You are doing so good, sweetheart."
"Rome?" Your voice feels like cold water. His name on your lips is thick with sleep and confusion. "What? What are you doing?" Your question ends in a moan when he doesn't stop. He pushes his cock inside you entirely, stretching you out and filling you up.
"Shh, sweetheart," he grunts. "It's okay."
"Rome?" Panic laces your voice. "Rome! Stop!"
"I can't," Rome replies, shaking his head, licking up on the side of your neck. Your palms seem small on his broad chest as you try to push him away while he still rocking back and forth inside you.
"Enough! Rome!"
"Sh," he tries to calm you again. "It's okay, love. Your pussy wants it."
"What? No! It's wrong!"
"No!" He growls. "It's not! I should have made you mine a long time ago!"
Despite your panic and anger, a moan escapes your lips when he thrusts inside you. Your pussy clenches around his shaft, soaking his erection. Rome reaches every sweet spot in you, driving you higher and higher.
"So good, sweetheart," he coos. "You feel it too, right? My cock stretches your tiny pussy. You squeeze on me so tight, I can barely move."
"Rome!" You moan his name, your fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulder. Your legs curl around his waist to keep him close. Pleasure flares through your body even though you know it's wrong.
"And you taste so good, love," he grunst into your neck. Your skin is wet from his drooling. "I ate your pussy while you slept," he admits. "I drank up your juices. You got wet so easily. Your pussy knew it was me."
They shouldn't, but his words fuel you more. Your hips move under him, meeting his thrust as your back arches from the bed.
"Rome! Please! Fuck!"
Seeing you so responsive wakes up something primal inside him. He almost shouts with pain when he forces himself to kneel up and leave your warm channel.
"Turn around," he says but doesn't wait for your reaction. Grabbing your hips, he turns you on your stomach, tugging you into a kneeling position. Your ass rubs against his cock while he hovers above you and pushes your head down on the bed.
"Present yourself for me, sweetheart," he groans, rutting against your bottom. "Show me how much you want my cock like a good bitch."
"Rome," you cry his name, screaming when he enters into your pussy again. His hold is firm and hard on your hips as he keeps you in place against his pounding. He fucks your pussy with a newfound vigor. Your juices flow down on your thighs, dripping onto the bed.
"Fuck!" Rome groans. "Your pussy is so good to me, sweetheart. She knows what she wants, and it's my cock. She wants me to fill her up and soak her with my seed."
His words clear your mind for a second. Your fingers grip onto the blanket under you. "Wait! Rome! Don't! I don't…!"
"It's okay, love," Rome groans, still fucking you. "You don't have to worry. I will take care of you and our pup. I will fuck your cunt until you are round with my child. I want to see your tits grow with milk and your stomach with our pup. Maybe I will always keep you pregnant and ripe."
Tears run down your cheek from pleasure and fear. Your body and your mind tell different things, and you can do nothing because of the spinning world around you. Your walls flutter around his cock, your stomach tightens into a burning coil.
"Take my knot, love," he demands. "Let me fuck my mate pregnant. Let me have this, love. Just open up your pussy for me, and I will do the rest."
There is no way you can fight against him. His hold on you is too strong and tight, while your limbs feel like jelly.
Rome's whole world narrows down on your sweet hole as he forces his knot inside your wet pussy. Every nerve in his body bursts with pleasure when he is inside you fully, and he can't move without tugging and pushing you with the rhythm of his hips pounding your hole. His growl shakes the walls as he cums inside you. He shoots into your hole several times until, even through the barrier of his knot, some still escapes your pussy.
"Ohgod!" You cry, shaking and jerking. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you reach your climax. You suck Rome for every drop of his cum he can give you. Your pussy aches and burns so deliciously that you can do nothing, but rock back against him for more. His chuckle is hoarse next to your ears when he notices what you are doing.
"It's 'kay, love," he hums, still keeping his weight on his arms. "My rut will keep me going for a while longer before I'm done with you."
"What?" You gasp. "We are not done?"
"Didn't you hear me?" He hums, pushing inside you. "I won't stop until you are with my pup."
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Older FWB but he only wants anal sex.
You always had a crush on him, but were nervous because he’s a decade older than you.
Finally you give in and ask him to take your virginity.
He doesn’t want to be a dirty old man, taking a little girl’s first time, so he suggests you do anal instead.
You let him fuck your ass because you’re so desperate to have his cock inside you.
You find out that you can take his entire length, and take a rough pounding.
You giggle and kick your feet while he groans and cums inside your tight ass.
He likes your tight young bum, and starts to come over and give you anal sex regularly.
You tell your friends that you’re hooking up with a hot guy, but you don’t mention that he just bounces your butt on his cock.
He thinks kissing would be too intimate but he lets you put his fingers in your mouth instead.
You send him flirty photos showing off your needy pussy, hoping that he’ll change his mind.
One time his cock slips out and he almost pushes it back into your drippy cunt.
You learn how to cum from getting fucked in the ass by an older man, and it starts to happen all the time.
You start to cum as soon as he puts his cock in you, and you’re a cock-drunk whore for the whole time.
He gets rougher and deeper, spanking you, spitting in your mouth, rutting around in your tiny bum.
While you’re watching a movie, he’ll stuff your panties in your mouth, push your face into the pillow, and cum in your ass without asking.
You beg him for more the next day, and promise him he can use you for anal sex whenever he wants, and can force you to take it if he needs to.
He obliges, pushing you against the wall as soon as he comes into your home and rails your little asshole.
After months of this, he finally tells you that he has a crush on you too, and wants to take your virgin pussy.
He fucks you, it feels amazing, he kisses you for the first time, tells you you're a good girl, and breeds you.
And the whole time all you can think of is…
The next time he’ll give you anal sex.
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I want to watch your boyfriend leave for his overnight shift at work. I would wait until there was an hour left in his shift before I finally snuck in. I would find you fast asleep on your side. I would push you onto your stomach and pull your panties down. You would wake up to me forcing my way inside your little cunt. You would see the sun starting to come through the window and just assume it is your boyfriend home from work. I would feel you arching your back because you know I plan to breed you. I would reach around and play with your swollen clit. I would listen to your moans as you soak the bed with your squirt. Only then would I breed you. You would feel each pump of cum filling you. After I was done filling you, I would stay inside you as you start to fuck yourself on my cock trying to force that cum in further because you crave my kid. The whole time thinking your boyfriend is impregnating you. After that you would collapse into your pillow thinking about how this is the time you'll finally be pregnant. I would leave as swiftly as I entered. Your boyfriend would cum home to a squirt filled bed wondering what happened. Only then would you realize, it wasn't your boyfriend. You have no idea who it was, all you know is you'll be carrying my kid.
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