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Werewolf Savior

You were having a truly wonderful night with your boyfriend. You'd gone out to see a movie, had nice food at a good restaurant after, and finally decided to take a late-night walk in a park. The full moon above illuminated everything beautifully, bathing the world in an almost ethereal light that made every step feel magical.

And then a mugger jumped out in front of you, knife brandished, demanding your boyfriend's wallet. And your thoughtful, sweet boyfriend... ran.

He turned tail and sprinted in the opposite direction.

You're so stunned, watching his retreating back, that you can only stare at him, dumbfounded. Your jaw is slack as your eyes follow him, and when you finally look back over at your mugger, even he is at a loss.

He meets your eyes, and something almost awkward passes between you. "That's... never happened before," he mutters, then shakes himself. He takes a more threatening lean, offering, "Sorry, I don't normally ask for the woman's wallet, but tough times, et cetera. Hand it over," he demands. "And maybe talk to your guy after this."

Anger is burning in your gut alongside the fear of this event, and as you're begrudgingly retrieving your wallet, you're also hissing, "Oh, he's going to the curb after this, don't you worry."

Then, before anything else can happen, you both hear a low, savage growl. It makes the hairs at your nape stand up, covering you head-to-toe in goosebumps.

The mugger hadn't incited outright panic in you, but that sound has your heart suddenly pounding in your chest like it's trying to escape your ribs. You freeze, he freezes; you both cast your gazes around, afraid of that growl, afraid of what issued it, afraid of not seeing it and afraid of spotting it, all at once.

Then a furry black form launches from the bushes at your side, landing squarely between the two of you. Incessant, deep, terrifying barks sound, and both of you recoil from the figure, recognizing that this is an absolutely massive black dog.

It's barking at the mugger, specifically, the dog's back to you. He'd given a shriek at its appearance, and now he was scrambling backwards, torn between sprinting full-force away and making sure the dog isn't giving chase. You hear his footfalls as he hurries away and then around a corner, disappearing into the distance as the dog continues to bark at him.

Then, relaxing somewhat, you gawk at the hound, having a hard time comprehending just how big it is, let alone what had just happened.

Had a random dog just protected you, a total stranger, from a mugger?

Once the mugger is fully gone, the dog relaxes, his tail giving a few quick wags and his ears perking up. Seemingly satisfied, he turns to you, and you balk all over again.

Because that is one-hundred-percent a fucking wolf.

You knew wolves. You loved wolves. You knew what they looked like, how they worked, their habits, their intelligence, and most of all their size. The sentence that had really driven home exactly how big they are was, "However big you think a wolf is, double it."

Well, this beast's shoulder was higher than your hip. If he extended his neck fully, he could almost meet you at eye-level.

"... Hey, good boy," you hear yourself murmuring airily. You hold up your hands for patience, easing back a step. "Gooood boooooy. Were you protecting me? What a good... good boy," you stammer.

If this thing decided you were food, there was nothing you could do to prevent him from actually devouring you, and you knew it.

But then the oddest thing happens: he pushes up, on his hind legs, and as he rises, some of his fur recedes. Even his snout gets shorter, and by the time the change is complete, he actually looks halfway human.

His face is human though he still has all his canine teeth and wolf ears, some of his chest is exposed (still notably hairy, though), and his hands end in claws and his feet in elongated dog's feet. Even his tail remains, idly swishing behind him every so often.

Oh yes, and his dick is out, hanging out between his legs, as human as his face.

"Are you alright?" he says, canting his head. "You don't smell bloody, but did he hurt you?"

You can't even process that query. You're still stuck on this guy being a bloody werewolf.

Barely above a whisper, you choke, "You're a werewolf."

He gives a tiny chuckle, almost seeming embarrassed. "Yes, I am," he allows with a nod. Then, looking down at himself, he says, "I apologize for... this. On full moon nights, I can't go fully human."

He was actually blushing about that, you realize, his cheeks tinted slightly pink.

At a loss, you murmur, "It's... it's fine. I like it," you offer, still stunned by the entire event.

His blush worsens and he clears his throat. Then, rallying, he presses more firmly, "Are you hurt?"

You shake your head, finally clearing it in the process. All at once you recall your coward of a boyfriend fleeing from the mugger and your anger comes back to the surface.

Meeting the werewolf's gaze, you snap, "My boyfriend fucking abandoned me! That son of a bitch!"

Anger colors his expression, too. "I saw that," he growls. "I was so stunned I couldn't believe it for a second."

Fuming, you find yourself suddenly pacing back and forth, a flurry of annoyances and grievances coming out of you. You can't hold it back; now that it's finally leaving your head, you realize how much your boyfriend had been frustrating you throughout your relationship.

Little things here and there, all adding up and bursting free of you in one fell swoop.

Your werewolf rescuer watches you as you pace, giving the occasional understanding nod and even some growls as you vent at him, and eventually he steps up to you and catches your shoulders, stopping your tirade.

With a firm look, he says, "I'm not a therapist, but it sounds like you need to break up with this fool. And he is a fool," he adds, his gaze dipping down for a second before lifting back to your eyes, "for causing such a lovely woman so much grief."

Your breath catches at that, and suddenly all you can think about is how handsome this man is and how warm his hands are.

And how close his exposed dick is to you.

Put as simply as possible, you love werewolves and the entire concept behind them. You'd never expected for the myths to be true, and already it was taking a different form than you'd have guessed, but you love them.

And you could not let this opportunity pass you by.

Which was how you found yourself on your back on the forest floor, hands pinned, with a werewolf pumping in and out of you.

The transition from then to now was a swift thing; you said something about deserving better, then pushed up on your toes to kiss him. He gave you a warning of what playing with a werewolf entailed (namely that they were randy beasts who could mate all night long), and when you affirmed that that's exactly what you wanted, he'd lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and took you into the forest.

He found a secluded spot (while you busied yourself petting and kissing him everywhere you could reach, causing him to growl with arousal the whole journey), then set you down and stripped you. The chill of the night air made your nipples hard in an instant, and he'd spent a good long while sucking and playing with them, much to your delight.

Then he'd gotten to work on your cunt, absolutely feasting on it for several long minutes. He hadn't gotten you to orgasm before his own patience wore thin and he braced himself over you, cock hard and raring to go, but the sight of this beast leaning over you as he fed his cock into you brought you there very swiftly.

You came just from him sheathing himself in you, quivering and moaning under him, and he groaned at the feel.

Then he started fucking you.

You were reduced to gasping and clawing at him within a few pumps of his hips, and he allowed it up until he'd fed you his entire shaft. Then, rearing up, he'd caught your wrists and pinned them down, holding you prisoner while he ravished you.

And now, here you are, alternately giving shrill gasps and whorish moans, unable to help but thrust your hips against him with every delve of his member inside you. It felt so amazing -- not just his cock, but the strength of his thrusts, the chill of the night air, the brushes of his fur against your skin, and the sheer knowledge that a werewolf is actively fucking you.

Your heart is going a mile a minute, your lungs burning and aching with the need for more air despite your rapid panting, little quivers racing through you almost constantly. Somehow your mouth feels dry in spite of how much you're salivating from this.

Your eyes keep trying to eat up the sight of him, those abs flexing with his thrusts taking up a significant amount of your focus, but the pleasure keeps them rolling back against your will.

In no time it becomes too much and you cream yourself on him, giving long, harsh moans as you climax again. Your hips quake and buck in time with the sudden, crushing pleasure sweeping through you, all but drowning you in ecstasy unlike anything you've ever known.

Your wolf shudders and lets out a groan that almost sounds like a howl, pumping you all the harder as you come on him, and then he changes.

You don't notice at first, lost as you are to your pleasure. You haven't regained control of your faculties yet. Your eyes are fluttering, still rolled back from your orgasm, your body shuddering every time his cock forces its way through your desperately clenching walls.

But as your climax finally recedes, allowing you to breathe properly once more, you realize your wolf has gone a bit more... wolfy.

He's fucking you more animalistically, now, giving you rougher, quicker thrusts, and when you look, it almost makes sense why.

He's quite literally gone more 'wolf'. His bestial snout is back, and he's fully covered in fur again. Now he perfectly resembles the werewolf archetype you're most familiar with, and it makes your heart stutter with delight.

When you make yourself focus on his pistoning cock, getting a good look at it, you're briefly stunned -- because that, too, has gone wolf. Now it was a red shaft with a pointed tip (it slipped out at one point and you got to see it clearly while he shivered with pleasure before he put it back in). There wasn't a knot, unfortunately, but that just meant he could keep giving you every inch of him without forcing it.

Seeing him like that as he pumps you like a beast almost makes you cum again. Your cunt is overwhelmed and sensitive from your two orgasms thus far, quivering and clenching almost constantly, but though a part of you is begging you to stop this and take a rest, you can't.

You won't.

You want this too much.

With a heady moan, you plant your feet and seek to drive him crazy, thrusting against him in time with his own thrusts. Another, vicious growl escapes him when you start, and after a minute, he pushes up to his knees, releasing your wrists.

Then he seizes your hips, lifting them up to his level, and begins really fucking you.

The first sudden, hard thrust steals your breath, then the next rapid dozen pulls the most lewd, depraved sound from your throat. You grab his wrists and hang on for dear life as he gives you the railing of your life, growls and groans escaping his throat all the while.

You're not sure when or how, but at some point in this jackhammering, you manage to slip your legs through his arms to brace them over his arms, opening yourself up wider for him. And, god, it would have you going slack from pleasure if not for how close you were to coming again; your body steadily becoming more and more rigid from its approach.

You go crazy when it crests, breaking over you and tearing an orgasmic cry out of you. Your body spasms uncontrollably, your hands clawing at his wrists, and you can feel yourself squirting from the sheer pleasure of it.

He gives a howl as you cum for the third time, your walls squeezing him so hard it's a wonder he can even keep fucking you. But he keeps fucking you, going crazy himself from your latest orgasm. His thrusts get sloppy and desperate, and as you lay there under him, bucking and quaking and moaning, he knots you.

It's a miracle he can keep his cock inside you at all with how hard you're clenching him. But his strength beats yours as he holds your hips flush against him, the base of his cock suddenly and rapidly inflating inside you.

The feel of him forcing your walls open even further pulls a scream out of you, your hips bucking in a desperate attempt to pull him even deeper, and he floods you with cum all the while. It's almost stupid to try and believe that your orgasm only got stronger from the feel of his knot spreading you open, but you swear that's what happens, your cunt giving another squirt as if in praise.

You can feel it as he climaxes. His cock pulses inside you so powerfully that you can feel it, each time heralding another jet of hot semen. It fills your clenching, quivering walls and then floods deeper, deeper than any creampie you've ever had.

His knot stops any of it from escaping, so thick and bulbous that it makes your walls sting with the threat of pain. You can almost feel the knot pulsing, too, as if it's still trying to get even bigger, trying to fill you so completely that it lays a claim on you nothing could ever erase.

Between his cock and his cum, you're so hot and full inside you can barely comprehend it. Your body keeps quivering and giving intermittent spasms in the aftermath, your thundering heart slowly coming back down to a resting pace.

You know the second his own climax ends because he gives a heavy sigh, relaxing, and lays your hips back on the ground. He follows you down, of course; his knot is tying you two together very firmly. And, as he settles over you, nuzzling your neck briefly before laying his head down on the ground over your shoulder, a sudden wash of his heat blankets over you.

It feels amazing.

You give a weary sigh under him, your legs spread so wide for him that you can already feel your hips aching from the effort. You plant your feet again to lessen the strain, then -- with a stroke of playfulness -- you wriggle your hips.

He seizes and groans as you gasp and shiver at the sensation, the feel of his cock and knot shifting inside you somehow a lot more pleasurable than you'd expected -- and you'd expected it would be very pleasurable.

His cock gives another quick pulse from the move, and you swear he managed another thin squirt of cum from it.

He lifts his head to give you a look, growling, "Careful, you're quite literally playing with wolves. Be a good girl," he teases.

You can't help a grin. "I thought you said wolves were virile and could keep this up all night?" you toss back.

"I intend to," he assures you, somehow managing to look sultry despite his canine features.

You lick your lips at the implication -- and then he perks up, ears flicking, and scans the area.

Dread creeps up your spine. You hope nothing stumbles upon you and ruins the rest of your night.

"What?" you demand.

He glances at you again, and you think you can see humor in his eyes. "My brothers are wondering where I am," he explains.

Your cunt gives a squeeze, that particular word -- brothers -- reaching to the very deepest depth of your depraved heart.

"Brothers?" you echo, a tad breathless at the idea.

He gives you a literal wolfish grin. "Yes, brothers," he agrees. "I have four of them."

You whimper, suddenly hungry for a werewolf ravishing all over again.

Then he asks, sly, "Want to meet them?"

You wheeze, "Mother, may I?" and he laughs, delighted.

And that was how you ended up a part of a werewolf pack.

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lady-exophiliac-musings · 2 months

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Damn, that mr x post really did something to me. I've never thought about him like that but after reading your post i started searching for mr x fics, i couldn't find any tho

There's plenty on AO3, if you wanna go there for your smut. ;D Honestly, the smut fics are what AO3 is mostly known for at this point, lmao.

#anon #ask #anonymous #mr x

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Mr. X

The hardest part of being a monsterfucker, as it turns out, is when you're in a situation in which you want to fuck the monster, but the monster was sent to kill you.

The large, tyrannical, immensely powerful being chasing you at a constant power-walk was drool-worthy, but he'd also taken multiple swings at you, given his orders and all. You've been forced to run at the merest glimpse of him for over an hour, when all you really want to do is shove him down on his back, climb on his dick, and ride him until sunrise.

It put you in the rather annoying position of being wet as hell even as you ran from him.

Lucky for you, it was easy to lose him, and from certain vantage points you got to see exactly how his mind ticked when he didn't have a target to follow.

His intelligence left a lot to be desired, to put it mildly. Without a target, he was reduced to checking in doors and windows, sometimes walking in circles until he could make a decision. And his object permanence was non-existent too, from how he stopped dead whenever he lost sight of whatever it was he was chasing. You can almost see him rebooting whenever it happened.

Which meant, after an hour of this, you were confident you could find a place to hide for a few minutes to rub one out and release this pressure that had built up inside you.

There was no way he'd find you before you were done, and you found him so god-damned attractive it'd left you blue-balled. You needed release.

Damn that sexy trenchcoat-wearing wall of mutant muscle.

By a stroke of luck, you find yourself in a hotel full of rooms in which you can relax on an actual bed to get this done. So you pick one, divest yourself of your bottoms, and lay out on your back to finish yourself off.

You close your eyes, envisioning that sexy beast, and bite your lip as you begin stroking yourself the way you like. Your walls quiver, wanting to be filled, as you work yourself, the pleasure you feel as you finally begin assuaging this pressure a thing of wonder.

It has you shivering and quaking in no time, a clear testament to just how badly that monster of a man had aroused you just by existing where you can't touch him.

What you were unaware of, as you touch yourself, is the fact that you hadn't fully closed the door to this room, and you didn't notice you'd attracted a voyeur.

The object of your masturbatory fantasies was right outside the room, able to see you legs-splayed on the bed as you play with yourself. He nudges the door slightly more open for a better look, his brain jamming with conflicting information.

He'd been ordered to eliminate all "threats", but right then you don't look threatening. You look... something, and it evokes a certain, unfamiliar kind of heat in him as he watches you. It even stirs a particular rhythmic, pulsing movement in his groin, trapped as it is in his trousers.

He struggles to comprehend what's happening as he looks between your rapidly-moving fingers and his own growing erection, attempting to process the surprising desire sparking in him. Eventually he gets the bright idea to tug open his pants to relieve the pressure on his dick, and he cants his head at how thick and hard it'd become.

It doesn't take him long to establish a direct connection between his erection and your open legs. Every time he looks at you, at your parted thighs and beckoning juncture, his cock surges with more blood, more need.

There's not a lot going on in his head, to put it gently, so when he gets even a vague indication of a direction, he follows it. And, after a few minutes of watching you, it clicks in his mind that his cock wants to be inside that wet, glistening opening between your legs.

He strides over to you, then, phallus exposed and so hard it's at an upwards angle. You still don't notice until you suddenly recognize his footfalls approaching you.

You jolt at the sound, terror piercing you at your vulnerable position (alongside a pulse of arousal you could never smother), and you start to scramble up to run -- only for him to catch your knee, tugging you towards the foot of the bed where he now stands.

It takes you a whole second to recognize that he's standing there with a raging hard-on and then another few seconds to make the connection.

Holy shit, had he really come here to fuck you -- fulfilling your raunchiest dreams in the process?

Evidently so, because he starts examining your entrance with his fingers, gently pulling on your skin to open it up to his viewing pleasure.

Your heart skips a beat. But, wet as you are, you really don't think it's a good idea to take a cock his size (not monstrously big for his size, but he himself is monstrously big, so it's still the heftiest thing you've ever had this close to your cunt) without some prep first.

You gesture and ask for patience, scooching closer to sit at the edge of the bed instead. He cants his head at you in total confusion, even as you bring your hands and mouth to his cock and begin wetting it for yourself.

His face remains impassive the entire time you're sucking him off, all the while analyzing his flavor and struggling with your own disbelief at the situation.

This dangerous bastard who'd obviously been trying to kill you earlier now wants to fuck you, is that it? Well, far be it from you to look a gift horse in the cock, and you're fairly certain that you can maybe get away from him after fucking him silly if he suddenly turns homicidal afterwards.

He's hard as actual stone as you work him, and his cock pulses with pleasure the entire time. It's almost funny; the pulses are so strong it physically moves your head each time--

Suddenly he makes a gruff noise and hot cum floods into your mouth, forcing you to release him. You're a little too stunned by the quick orgasm to even move aside as he keeps pumping lance after lance of cum on you, your hands working him as you gaze up at him in a mixture of disbelief and disappointment.

Was that it?!

You'd barely been sucking him for a minute, and now he was painting everything from your hair to your tits in lances of his thick, hot cum. You felt like a glazed donut.

But, to your surprise and delight, he wasn't done. He came, but he was still hard, and you think maybe the hard lines of his face had softened slightly from it.

Before you can say or do anything else, he pushes you back and tugs your legs open for him again. You bluster and stutter as he starts trying to line his cock up to your twat, urging him to go slow for you and taking over the task of getting the head in place.

You'd be lying if you tried to say you weren't already seconds from your own orgasm just anticipating this, your walls quivering with desire for this beast.

It was such a quick transition from him cumming to him trying to enter you that you can feel the heat of his semen on your skin as the head prods your lower lips (not to mention the flood of it on your head and chest), and it makes you shiver.

You almost climax as the head catches on your opening and slips inside, forcing your walls open for the rest of him. Then he begins thrusting, aiming for depth, and there's little you can do to dissuade him; you can't reach his hips with your hands to slow him and he has your legs by the knees, keeping you wide open for him.

But he listens and obeys well, you discover as you breathlessly direct him to be slower and gentler. He's so big and your walls so untrained for something his size that it's a struggle to accept him, and you find yourself airily gasping commands.

He strains you, and yet the pleasure you feel as he gains depth is out of this world. It feels like your walls are threatening to tear with every thrust he gives you, yet the combined pleasure of him slipping in and out of your gushing walls and the sheer knowledge of what's fucking you has your head spinning with ecstasy.

You cum before he's even halfway buried inside you, quivering and moaning on the bed. Your walls spasm and squeeze him inside you as your entire body is flooded with pleasure, basking in how damned good it feels.

Your body rocks with his thrusts for a moment as he keeps going through your orgasm -- then pauses with his own low groan, his cock giving its own pulses inside you. Your own pleasure only spikes higher every time that cock shifts inside you, heat pouring into you, and you realize with another beat of disbelief that he's cumming again.

Inside you.

Holy Hell, your orgasm triggered a second one for him!

That pulls a louder, lewder moan out of you and you wriggle your hips, suddenly wanting him even deeper. He's almost at your cervix already with half his shaft still outside of you, but you want all of him in you, as deep as he can reach.

A glimmer of hope reaches you as you come down from your high, recalling how he came all over your face and remained hard; surely him cumming inside you will have the same results? You don't want this to end yet.

You don't want this to end ever.

To your delight, he seems to have the same idea. It only takes him a moment of his own basking before he begins thrusting again, going at the same speed as before.

Now, though... now you want more. Your walls are more relaxed and wetter than ever thanks to your combined orgasms, so you spur him on with demands of deeper and harder and faster.

You were ready for the beast, now.

He obeys, again, his head canting as he watches you from above. He releases your knees to lean over you on his hands, his hips pumping you in accordance with your demands.

It doesn't take him but a few thrusts to hit your cervix.

And then he keeps going.

Your cunt stretches for him above and beyond what you'd ever thought it could, accepting every thrust of hard-as-iron member. It's so thick -- and, soon, so deep -- that it steals your breath, making you fall totally slack underneath him.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth salivates. You can hear nothing except the creak of the bed, the rustle of his leathers, and your own wheezing moans. You can feel nothing except the rocking of your body, the stretch of your belly, and the raw, overwhelming pleasure that spikes from your cunt to every inch of you with each thrust into you.

Mr. X isn't a romantic lover. He doesn't know what he's doing. He can only obey orders, and right now, you're the only source of them. But he's obviously enjoying himself, his hot cum inside you squelching with his movements and easing his way to full depth inside you.

You keep giving breathless commands as he goes, and soon your desires result in him jackhammering you to a degree you've never had before. You can't even be sure, as he's going at it, that you can survive it, but you're loving how fast and hard he's taking you.

You climax again in short order, once he's up to speed -- which is unfortunate, because the flood of overwhelming pleasure in you renders you unable to move or breathe, let alone speak, and his relentless fucking is entirely too much for you mid-orgasm.

You seize up from your orgasm, spasming, all your muscles clenching and contracting intermittently. Your walls attempt to strangle his pistoning cock, simultaneously trying to force it out of you for a reprieve and pull it wholly inside you and keep it there while you cum on it.

You shatter for him, all of your senses whiting out for a beat. Your ears start ringing, your heart thundering away in your ribs, heat flooding every inch of you from the onslaught of pleasure -- and still he keeps pumping you, keeps fucking you.

You need it to stop, one way or the other, but you can't articulate your need in the midst of your climax.

When your breath finally escapes your burning lungs, it's at a deep, heavy moan the likes of which you've never heard come out of your own throat. Your body is quaking everywhere from the force of your climax and the hard pounding you're receiving, and your walls haven't stopped trying to clamp down on the cock ruining it.

Your first attempts at begging him to stop and give you a moment are fumbling mocks of words, your tongue unable to work right just yet. Your hands clumsily swat at his arms, instinctively trying to find something to grip onto so you can physically stop him.

He does -- finally. He stops, and as your spinning mind slowly begins to settle, you realize why.

You have no idea when this started, but his cock is pulsing inside you again, his heat surging into you in quick, hard jets. You find yourself gasping in time with each one, your mind frantically analyzing his orgasm to ultimately conclude that this started at some point during your orgasm.

It just lasted all the way through it until now, and you recognize the pulses are steadily slowing to nothing.

In a daze, you look down at yourself -- and your jaw would've dropped open, were it not already slack from your intense climax.

You're a mess. Your belly is stretched around him and has obviously been further rounded by the amount of cum he's pumped into you, but your thighs and pelvis are also splattered with it. His clothes also bear lashes of it from your hard fucking, glossy webs of thick cum branching out from around where his cock parted them.

You wheeze a curse, flopping back on the bed, and find yourself staring up at him. Suddenly a shot of panic hits you, recalling that this monster had very much intended to kill you earlier -- but the panic fades as you start to recognize the look on his face.

It's faint, but he looks more curious than anything.

You swallow past the dryness in your throat and murmur, "Truce?"

#nsft #exophilia #spicy #written #naughty #text #imagine #fantasy #mr x #mr x resident evil #smut #smut what plot #tyrant #resident evil #i just wanted to fuck the big man

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lady-exophiliac-musings · 3 months

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Unsure why I was tagged in this lol, but okay...

Siren by Ashley Sienna

Villains Aren't Born by PEGGY

Looking At Me by Sabrina Carpenter

Shivers (Cover) by District 78

I'm Dangerous by The Everlove

I See Fire (Cover) by Zyrah Rose

Tears of Gold by Faouzia

thank you for the tag @sweetl4mb <3

current fav songs.

1. if you think im pretty - artemas 2. work - iggy azalea 3. kryptonite - 3 doors down 4. two of hearts - stacey q 5. high by the beach - lana del rey

no pressure tags: @dizzyntrr @lacysturniolo @gwenlore @mattscokewhore @solutopia @sturnioloshacker @stvrlighttgabss @ihrtchris @sadfury @coqvttes @renqiisnce @ghostywispe @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @intriq @bearrbug @niyizh @mattsnymphette @rootbeerworshiper @lovings4turn

#songs #meme #tag #tagged #not passing it on #but here ya go #enjoy #sfw #in fact i'm pretty sure there's no swearing in any of these #so it's 100% sfw

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lady-exophiliac-musings · 4 months

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vampires bite your neck because it's sexy but also so you don't see their faces when they're biting you and start laughing hysterically

#vampire #bite #cat #cute

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lady-exophiliac-musings · 4 months

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Casual reblog as this post has reached 400+ notes, making it very much the title story/post of this blog thus far.

Y'all are kinky bastards, and I welcome each and every one of you. ♥

Thinking about ghost sex again.

Imagine being in your bed, legs spread, pumping yourself with a nice, thick dildo. It never occurs to you, as you pleasure yourself with it, that you have a voyeur. It never occurs to you that your house is haunted.

Not until you feel a chill in the air and a presence looming over you. You stop and look up, goosebumps racing down you, but see nothing. Then, before you can even think to get up, your arms are flung up and pinned by your shoulders and the dildo is pulled from you.

You gasp and buck as the sensation, only to have your hips pinned down by the invisible force, too. Your heart starts to pound, fear and disbelief and arousal colliding inside you.

Surely this wasn't really happening...?

Then, you feel it: a cock, ice cold and thicker than the dildo you'd been using, prodding at your hole. Your breath catches, your mind struggling to comprehend that this is really about to happen, and then it pushes inside you.

You throw your head back and moan, your walls being stretched further than they'd ever been -- but more than that, there's a sensation as the specter's surprisingly hard and solid member opens you up.

It's electric, tingly, and it makes you shiver, your nipples going rock hard.

Then it starts to fuck you.

The first few draws are slow and gentle, as if it doesn't want to hurt you with its massive size. But that swiftly changes as you bounce and rock under him, gasping and grunting as a pleasure you'd never felt before takes over you.

Each thrust goes deeper than anything you'd taken before, battering your walls, and it's punctuated with the most incredible shocks from the spectral cock. Your eyes roll back under the onslaught, bucking against your surprise lover, needing more with every deep, hard stroke he gives you.

You climax under him three times before he reaches his own peak, his pace constantly changing speed and angle to drive you absolutely insane. You're a babbling mess of fluids and trembling limbs by the time his pace becomes punishing, fucking you like you're an unbreakable fleshlight and he's determined to test its durability.

Then, finally, he finishes, thrusting flush against you and cumming a torrent of cold, electric ejaculate. You scream as it pulses inside you, the shocks of it driving you to jolt and writhe, unsure if you're trying to get away or milk more of it out of the ghost.

In the end, he doesn't give you much choice. Once he's done, he withdraws, and you moan and then gasp as he retrieves your dildo and swiftly inserts it back into you. He closes your legs around it as if saying, "Keep it all inside you."

As if you'd ever want it to drain out, you think, blissfully fucked-out and loving it.

#ghost sex #spectrophilia #nsft #text #imagine

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The Krampus

CW: gangbang, pregnancy

What few people know is that Krampus isn't a single being -- it's a race, and there's a reason why they visit "naughty boys and girls" on Christmas day.

There's a hard-lined divide in their behavior, you've learned: when it comes to children, they just spook them. They hide in closets and such, give children a little scare to keep them in line.

But for adults, well... adults get fucked.

Which is exactly the situation you find yourself in right now.

To be clear, you hadn't thought you were being naughty -- or at least, not naughty enough to deserve punishment. But the Krampus presently pinning you ass-up, face-down on the floor of your bedroom evidently disagrees.

You'd woken to find him leaning over you, leering, his goatlike eyes glowing in the dark -- which had scared the living hell out of you. Your scramble to get away and get a handle on what was happening didn't quite work as intended; he'd caught you easily and got to work stripping you naked for his purposes.

All the while he'd spoken, explaining with an amused tone that "you'd brought this on yourself" and he "appreciates that fact".

Once you'd gotten over the initial shock of what was happening and figured out that his intent was to fuck you, though... well, you weren't nearly as hesitant, then.

You rather literally welcomed him with open legs.

Though he had wicked claws, he avoided drawing blood as he stroked your body, readying you for him. And he licked you all over -- outside and in -- with his exceptionally long tongue, even managing to make you cum from his efforts.

And then he flipped you over, brought your hips up to him, and started working his cock inside you.

You're not sure how surprised you are by the fact that his dick felt human, given his notably goatlike appearance, but either way it's thick and hits all your favorite spots inside.

You moan and whimper as he starts to rock in and out of you, going just a little deeper with each stroke to ensure you take him without forcing it.

The consideration hadn't been expected, but you appreciate that regardless.

Then you discover that he's not alone.

Two more almost-identical ones had been waiting nearby, your awareness too narrowed on the one behind you to notice them before.

At first they just watch, idly stroking their cocks and muttering to one another in a language you didn't know, while the first one kept up his steady thrusting. You couldn't focus on the other two with what the original was doing, but you found yourself gazing at their cocks longingly.

Were they going to take you, too?

The answer was 'yes', unsurprisingly.

Your first lover of the three happily humped at your backside for a long while, his furry hips plap-plapping against your naked rear as your walls accepted his claiming. It felt so good you were surprised you hadn't cum yet, his cock feeling better than any person or toy you'd ever had up there.

And, after several minutes of enjoying himself with your cunt, his pace briefly sped up -- and then he paused, holding himself flush with you and cumming deep inside your womb.

He groaned as he orgasmed and you shivered at the feel, though a sense of frustration welled up in you as you realized you were still hovering somewhere near an orgasm but unable to achieve it.

You whined when he pulled out of you, then, coming around to your front to present his fluid-slicked dick to you.

"Suck it," he directed. "Taste us."

The command drew another shiver out of you and you obeyed, tongue easing out as you opened your mouth in welcome.

Another cock thrust inside you while you were distracted, and the first stuffed his softening cock in your mouth to muffle the cry you gave at the intrusion.

Suddenly you were on hands and knees, stuffed in both ends, rocking back and forth between two Krampus cocks -- with a third waiting on the wings.

Moaning, you suckled the one in your mouth, rocking yourself back into the one behind you in desperation for more.

The cock in your mouth didn't stay long, though. He withdrew after making sure his dick was clean, and then the third one took his place, giving you another one to suck.

It wasn't easy, taking the sizes these creatures bore, but it felt so good you gave it your best effort. You sucked the cock before you and bucked hard against the one behind you, pleasure firing inside you constantly from their constant attention.

Strangely, you felt like you were drowning in pleasure, even as your orgasm remained just out of reach. You trembled and moaned, quivering, needing more on an ever-increasing scale -- without the relief of release to bring it to an end.

When the second one came, it was a repeat of the first: he sped up for a moment, then froze inside you, and you felt him filling you with lances of his cum. And, when your orgasm still refused to show itself, the third one flipped you onto your back and mounted you.

He fucked you rougher than the other two had, as if he recognized that you were desperate to cum and was determined to give it to you. He pounded you like you needed, until your eyes rolled back and your body went slack, your legs shaking from the onslaught of mind-boggling pleasure.

But you still hadn't cum by the time he came, seeding you for the third time.

You were close to tears by that point, the frustration and the need and the pleasure too much for you.

Then the first hummed thoughtfully and asked, "Still not yet?"

The other two shook their heads, the third one dismounting from you.

You cried out at the feel of his cock leaving you -- only to give a shrill cry when the first one took his place, sheathing his cock inside you to take you again.

You could barely breathe, it felt so tragically good, your breaths coming in tiny, rapid gasps as your body rocked to the fucking you were receiving. You needed this, you needed to cum; you found yourself mindlessly praying for it, babbling nonsensically to reach that tantalizingly close shattering.

It finally happened when the Krampus came inside you again, his orgasm triggering yours; maybe it was the feel of his rock-hard erection seeding you or just the absolute desperation you felt, but either way you finally received your climax.

And it was so good you briefly lost all sense, screaming until a tongue invaded your mouth to stifle the sounds, your body surging and spasming underneath the beast on top of you to ride out the waves of your pent-up pleasure.

Your ears were ringing and your sight returned slowly in the aftermath, finding yourself moaning and writhing on the floor, the Krampus's cock still inside you, giving the last in a series of dying pulses.

He hummed, pleased, then pushed himself up and out of you; you moaned again in protest, already missing the feel of his cock.

Suddenly three goat man were standing around you, and they briefly spoke before one of them leaned down and picked you up. You lolled bonelessly in his arms as he put you back in your bed, tucking you in.

"See you next year," he taunted, grinning. "Oh... and congratulations."

"Wha...?"

The next thing you knew, it was morning and you were blinking away a wave of disorientation, vaguely recalling that you'd been on the receiving end of a gangbang of Krampuses.

At first you thought it was just a dream -- but you were still naked, your pussy full of cum.

And then you convinced yourself it was just fun -- and then a pregnancy test declared otherwise.

And then, the next Christmas, you learned the truth of the Krampuses: they don't just fuck naughty adults.

It's how they reproduce.

They can only do it on Christmas Eve, they can only do it with humans, and their gestation lasts exactly one year.

And, as if adding insult to injury, your lack of orgasms from their cocks was part of the "punishment" side of things: you can't cum until they successfully impregnate you (not with their sexy bits, anyway; other sex acts work just fine), which doesn't always work, they inform you.

Sometimes a group of them will go to town on a single human all night long and fail to seed them, leaving the poor person hot and bothered for hours on end.

You were actually a lucky one for managing to get impregnated on just four rounds. Usually it takes a lot more than that, they tell you the next year when they arrive to collect their new progeny.

Despite learning all that, you find yourself rather interested in having a repeat.

The smirks they give you tell you that you're far from the first person to want more, even after learning all this.

Maybe there was something wrong with you, but that was good news for the Krampuses.

#nsft #exophilia #written #spicy #naughty #text #imagine #fantasy #krampus #r34

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I have found you, thank you for the link 😚

Thank you right back, and welcome to my Tumblr self. :B

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Fantasy Game Isekai: Trolled

CW: size difference, somnophilia.

After your first encounter with a creature that decided to sex you up, you'd learned a great deal about this world.

As it turned out, no one was surprised to learn that you'd been "egged" by a slime. It was a fairly common occurrence, apparently, and there were people who made a living off letting various creatures impregnate them to then use or sell the offspring.

Slimes were especially stupid, you've been told. They don't have brains, so they lay their eggs in whatever holes they can find. (You were informed that it was lucky for you the slime had found your pussy and not your ass, because they don't know the difference.) All the slimes need to reproduce is a moist channel of some kind, and their behavior drives them to make their targets orgasm for ease of insemination.

But only slimes can successfully incubate slime eggs outside of specialized monster item vendors. Which, as it turned out, were always in the market for more slime eggs. That ended your predicament thankfully quickly.

You found a vendor who was willing to buy the eggs, and given this was your first time dealing with this situation, they were generous; they gave you a potion to help you birth the eggs at no cost to you.

Which was good, because the eggs only sold at a meager two gold pieces, each.

You'd spent a good hour caught in another round of endless orgasms in the safety and comfort of an inn room, squeezing the eggs out one by one, then gathered them up in a basket to sell them.

You walked away from that transaction with another thirty-six gold pieces to your name, thanks to the slime putting a grand total of eighteen eggs in you.

One of the interesting things you'd learned from this was that you'd been lucky - kind of. Most slimes only laid two or three eggs, but you'd had the good fortune to encounter a mature one, known colloquially as Boss Slimes.

They could lay up to three dozen, if they found a hole with enough space and hadn't expelled many before finding said hole.

But there was a downside to losing fights and getting fucked, you've been told.

Getting fucked by monsters had an effect on the bodies of the people subjected to it. Put simply, it altered the body of the person slowly, over long periods of time requiring hundreds of repeat couplings. And it made the person more fertile for monster breeding and less fertile for humanoid breeding.

And monsters could sense it, even brainless ones like slimes.

It seemed a low-risk, high-reward situation to you, getting to fuck literally hundreds of monsters with barely any effect on you, but you were warned that it was no laughing matter.

Most people who changed too much ended up either getting stolen away by monsters or willingly disappearing with them, never to be seen again. No one really knew what happened to people like that, but theories ranged wildly between consensual and non-consensual, death and immortality, infertility and mass breeding.

As for you, well... you just want to take some nice, hard monster cocks.

Still, though, if you wanted to make a living here, you couldn't just go around screwing monsters all the time. You had to actually take quests and complete them to get paid. That meant you needed to have some restraint.

Though one of the older, more experienced ladies in the guild informed you that just because you won a battle didn't mean you couldn't still have a nice fuck. After all, creatures wouldn't hold back if they knocked you out; you didn't need to hold back if you knocked them out, either.

That thought kept a pep in your step as you went about completing actual quests at last.

The first several of them went off without a hitch. You were so pumped to be fighting, winning and earning gold that you actually kept forgetting that sex was on the table. (Well, except for the times when you let some of your guildmates give you celebratory sex on a table. Which was often.)

And then you encountered a... complication.

Your quest was a simple gathering mission this time. You'd been tasked with retrieving as much mergrass from the river that divided the grasslands from the dark forest as you could, with the reward being a sweet fifty gold for completion of at least one bundle and an additional ten gold for every added bundle.

It went really well -- until a group of goblins attempted to ambush you. Surprisingly, they seemed equally as interested in your mergrass as they were in you, so you focused on kicking their little green asses at first.

Yet despite your accumulated skill, you had a hard time of it. Goblins were quick, nimble, tenacious things, and they ended up nearly overpowering you. You'd quite literally been reduced to fighting on your knees, aching from the scrap and trying to protect your mergrass, when another monster crashed the party:

A troll.

He was tall, skinny and lanky with massive tusks, easily somewhere in the eight-foot range, and he charged right for the goblins.

The smaller monsters scrambled for safety as soon as the troll intervened, and for a second you didn't know if he was here to help you, fuck you or kill you. It was kind of hard to read him.

The answer, to your delight, was 'fuck you'.

He showed no interest whatsoever in your mergrass, and given he'd chased off the goblins and helped you out by proxy, you displayed no resistance when he made to undress you.

He jabbered as he did so, suggesting that trolls definitely had enough intelligence for language, but you had no idea what he was saying.

Judging from how he muttered as if to himself when he massaged your breasts, palmed your nethers, started fingering you, and made you suck on his fingers, you could guess what the context was.

He fingered you for a long while, and you had the delight of watching your orgasm bar slowly fill up, crest, drain, then fill up again in a loop for a little while.

And then he pulled his dick out of his loincloth.

Bearing in mind that this monster was around eight feet tall, his dick was big even for that daunting size. He could barely fist it in his own massive hand, the crown already moist from his arousal and the shaft hard as rock.

He was surprisingly gentle with you as he sat back, tugged you over by your legs, and started working his thick cock inside you. But then, you'd been told this too; monsters were typically gentle with people, because they knew how easily they could accidentally break a person.

Your troll eased his way inside you in tiny increments, grunting and muttering to himself the entire time. You were thankful for that, given his size; even going slowly and well finger-fucked, your walls strained to accept him.

The threat of pain accompanied each movement of his hefty cock, even with you dripping wet and welcoming. And he was both so hard and so hot, too, your nerves firing like mad inside you. This was easily the most pleasurable experience of your life and he barely had the head inside you, yet!

You barely noticed the way your orgasm meter was climbing to its peak until you found yourself there again, your body seizing and clenching on him as strangled cries of ecstasy tore from your throat.

The troll groaned, rocking his hips to complement your involuntary bucks against him, the squeezing of your walls helping him achieve new depth.

Pulses of heat flooded you as you ground together, and it wasn't until after your orgasm began to fade away that you comprehended why: he'd just cum inside you.

And he was still hard as stone.

Your troll showed no signs of stopping despite the fact that he'd already seeded you, your walls only growing more slick and accommodating from his spend. He just shifted to brace his knees further apart, lifting your hips from the ground a fraction, and began bucking into you more firmly.

His quicker pace and invading depth robbed you of all function for a suspended moment, your body falling limp from the stun of his pistoning cock and your breath seizing in your chest.

Each stroke of that divine cock was deeper than the last, swiftly overtaking what you'd foolishly believed you could take to reshape your cunt in his image.

It was so much and so overwhelming that you started to go dizzy from the lack of air before you managed to regain your breath. And then the moans and shouts started, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

As soon as the first cry tore from your throat, a new one was forced from you with each delve of the troll's massive dick inside you. It was all you could do to splay your legs wide to accept him and grip his hands where he held your hips, clinging on for dear life.

It was beyond your understanding how anyone lived in this world without fully giving themselves over to monster cocks, honestly.

Your consciousness swiftly became tied with the motions of that dick, your awareness fading and rushing back in time with each thrust into you. Everything else was forgotten in favor of the all-consuming, mind-blowing pleasure the troll was giving you. Each stroke was stretching you out more than the last, your cervix getting repeatedly and mercilessly battered by the beast above you.

And then you felt him reach home, his hips smacking into you as he forced himself inside you all the way to the base, and you screamed.

It felt like your orgasm meter had shattered. The rapture that claimed you was so powerful you lost all sense and all control; you spasmed, gasped and shrieked, your body quaking from head to toe, a wholly incomparable pleasure drowning you.

For several moments you could do nothing as your troll fucked you through your climax, squirting all over him from the sheer ecstasy of it, and then... you blacked out.

He didn't stop. If he noticed you'd lost consciousness, he didn't react to it, continuing to fuck you the way he needed to. And, if anything, your orgasm spurred him on to a frenzy, his thrusts growing quicker and rougher on your unresponsive body. Your womb stretched to his exact proportions, bulging to his truly monstrous size in blatant declaration of the shocking difference in your sizes and the unbelievable feat you'd accomplished in taking the entirety of him.

And it only drove his need higher.

Animalistic noises escaped him as he lost himself in you, his hands starting to thrust you into him to satisfy his need for more. He gave you all of him with each buck into you, withdrawing almost to the tip to then slam back into you, your combined fluids making delicious squelching noises.

Despite his monstrous size, the glide was easy now thanks to how wet you'd become. And he took full advantage of that fact, using you for his own pleasure with little regard for your state of awareness.

It was his due, really; he'd given you half a dozen orgasms right now and had only taken one for himself.

You started to come back to when he shifted further forward, pinning you underneath him so he could fuck you with even more speed. The first thing you felt was his rock-hard cock jackhammering you, his hips slapping against you loudly, your entire body recoiling from each deep thrust.

Your heart was hammering like crazy in your chest and your lungs burned for air, no amount of desperate gasping enough to satisfy their need for relief. And, when you glanced down between you, your throat raw from your orgasmic cries, you saw your belly rapidly expanding and flattening from the size of his cock -- and you broke again.

It'd barely been a few moments that you'd been conscious and already another orgasm hit you, your body slack and weak but still quivering everywhere from the claiming you've endured.

Your troll roared at the feel of your walls strangling him again, finally stopping his frenzied thrusts to force himself fully inside you and cum.

He was so thick you could feel him pulsing inside you, the vein underneath his shaft repeatedly tensing to fill your conquered womb with more of his spend.

He held like that for several moments as his cock gushed cum inside you -- thrust several more times, paused to release even more -- then finally relaxed with a heaving sigh.

Even he was shaky as he pushed himself back, his cock slipping out of you with a wet slurp and a strangled whine on your part. Your hips followed its retreat on their own, attempting to keep him right where he was; that seemed to amuse him, because he chuckled and patted your thigh in what might've been a chastisement.

You moaned incoherently when he shakily got to his feet and stretched, watching as he grinned at you, then hopped over the river like it was nothing to disappear back into the dark forest, loincloth in hand.

With a disappointed groan, you finally managed to push yourself up on your elbows, already able to feel his cum pouring from your gaping innards.

Oh, you noted as you took stock of yourself. He really filled you up; your belly was swollen from his seed. It wasn't nearly the same level of a stretch as the eighteen slime eggs had been, but he'd clearly left his mark on you.

... And now you had the pleasure of heading back to town on watery legs to turn in your quest and find out if trolls could impregnate humans.

Good gods, you were loving this world.

#nsft #exophilia #written #spicy #naughty #text #imagine #fantasy #troll #trolls

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lady-exophiliac-musings · 6 months

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What makes you so sure that the blood donation center isn't a vampire-owned and operated company? ;)

I feel like if a vampire feeds on you without killing you, they should give you a lil cookie and cup of juice afterwards, like the blood donation center does.

#vampire #sfw

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lady-exophiliac-musings · 6 months

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POLL TWO HERE

REBLOG FOR BIGGER SAMPLE SIZE BC IK YALL MOSTLY GOING FOR VAMPIRE AROUND HERE

#signal boost #not mine #poll #sfw

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lady-exophiliac-musings · 7 months

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Pros of Monster Sex:

inhuman cocks

inhuman amounts of cum

claws/fangs

tails

stamina for days

pick me up and use me like a toy

submit and let me use you like a toy

growls/snarls

bites

invisible sex ;D

wings!!!

inhumanly hot/cold

(both are good)

shapeshifting?!?!?? YES

t e n t a c l e s

Cons:

none

#nsft #monster sex #feel free to add your own

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Sleep Paralysis Demon

Logically, you knew what sleep paralysis was. As the sort of person who haunts "weird Youtube" at night when you ought to be sleeping, you'd come across plenty of interesting, weird, curious videos, including more than a few documentaries that you'd watched in their entirety for the simple fact that nothing else had appealed to you at the time.

So you knew what it was, even if you'd never experienced it before, yourself.

Thus, when you suddenly find yourself laying still in your bed, gazing up at the ceiling, unable to move with a pressure on your chest and in your limbs that was wholly out of place, it only takes you a few moments to calm down, recognizing what this is.

You know the steps, more or less, and it mostly came down to: just relax and wait it out.

You're in a sleep state still. That means you can hallucinate. A part of you even wants to give that a try, though a part of you holds you back, warning you that if you open that door, it might get wildly out of control. Given you've never done this before, you can't say for certain if you'll even be able to control it the way lucid dreaming does.

So you wait, struggling to breathe through the weight on your chest, able to see and hear perfectly even as your body remains wholly unresponsive.

And then you see it -- kind of.

There's a shadow at the edge of your vision. You can't even move your gaze to look closer at it, so you can't be sure what it is. Your room is dark anyway, so the idea of a shadow standing out in an already-shadowed corner is silly.

But then it moves. It glides closer, becoming some sort of hulking beast you can't quite see, its movements sometimes smooth and sometimes erratic, like your mind if viewing it through an old TV set.

It flickers and wavers at the edge of your vision, and your heart pounds in response. You can feel it as it looms closer to you, never directly in your line of sight, never letting you really see what it is. You think it might be covered in fur, its eyes glowing orange in the dark, its body too big for you to even tell where its limbs are -- if it even has limbs.

Your heart races but your body doesn't respond, a sense of panic rising in you. You're totally helpless before this... thing, and no amount of telling yourself that it isn't real is calming you down. You're hallucinating, you tell yourself. You're dreaming. You just need to wait it out.

Then you feel hot, rough hands touch you, starting to caress your body. Long, curved claws tip the digits that glide over you, sending thrills and goosebumps all over you. They race up and down your skin, puckering your nipples, causing a dull throbbing in your nethers.

The head of the creature ducks even further out of sight, its heated breath suddenly fanning over your belly. You realize belatedly that your blankets are gone, maybe tossed off at some point during your sleep, and your top had ridden up. The beast get close to you, so close, but you can't see it to know what it's doing.

Not until it starts tugging at your clothes, slipping them off and leaving you splayed naked on your bed. Then your heart starts pounding all the harder -- with excitement.

You must be hallucinating, you decide, and how glad you are about that! It wasn't a stretch to say you had your kinks, and monster sex was at the top of your list. Dozens of hours of internet googling and porn-site hopping had both scratched that itch of yours and exacerbated it, making you consistently hungrier for that elusive, impossible kink.

Glad that your unfortunate situation has given you a more visceral fantasy to explore, you let it, mentally encouraging the creature for as long as your paralysis would last.

It very quickly went for your nethers, nuzzling against your thighs and lapping at your skin with its rough, long tongue. The barest whimper manages to escape your throat, a sound of pleading, aching for it to give you what you want. You were already wet with anticipation; now you needed for it to ease that tongue out once more and taste you.

It does so, its tongue slithering all over you in an uncoordinated, ravenous pattern at first. Thrills and pleasure fire off inside you, your hips wanting to cant to its motions but unable to do so while you were caught in this state of limbo.

Your breathing manages to accelerate to match your speeding heart, at least, giving you a modicum of relief as the creature slurps at your cunt.

You feel its hands on your thighs as it sets in more eagerly, keeping your legs spread for its meal. Hot breath fans against you in increasingly quick pants as it works, the tongue first tasting you all over before finding your entrance and wriggling inside.

Oh, it's long, you realize as you fight through the pleasure it's drawing out of you to focus on the details. That tongue easily slips all the way inside your channel, filling you, the appendage thick and growing only thicker the more that enters you. It wriggles inside you, bunching up as it forces more unbelievable length into you, then withdraws enough to start fucking you with its tongue.

Tiny, mewling gasps are yanked from your lungs in time with its motions, your body aching to be able to react even as your mind violently rejects the notion; you can't wake up now! Not before you've cum!

You can feel the creature's maw brushing your juncture as it works, a part of your mind guessing that its face was slightly elongated, its teeth sharp. But that was all you knew: its hands and mouth were hot, its tongue was long, and its face was at least partly bestial.

You have no idea what it is, but you want more of it.

It growls as it enjoys itself, your body slowly reaching the peak of pleasure. But it doesn't get you there, to your disappointment; after giving you a few minutes of this treatment, it withdraws that sinful tongue, giving a sound that your overwhelmed mind calls a purr.

Then it moves up, its weight shifting, coming to sit upright between your legs. Your breath hitches as you realize what's coming next, anticipation burning inside you. Your walls clench in excitement, wanting it, needing it, even as your mind rapidly tries to comprehend how your own body could fool you like this, making you feel like everything is real.

Then you feel its hot, hard member slipping through your folds, finding your entrance. It settles there, just a fraction inside, before it grips your thighs and tugs.

It thrusts into you as your body is pulled towards it, its shaft spreading you wide as it squeezes in. The most embarrassing, wheezing sound escapes your throat, the barest your paralyzed lungs could make to show your pleasure at being penetrated at last.

It holds your thighs, then, keeping you steady as it starts to buck against you. You can barely see it from where your gaze is affixed to the ceiling, but its movements keep doing that erratic, flickering thing -- both in your line of sight and inside your walls.

You can't overstate how good it feels. It's a thick beast, pumping in and out of you at a moderate pace, savoring its claiming. You can feel your walls spreading and contracting around the phantom cock, your body acting like it's real, giving you the sensation that its hefty phallus really is there -- inside you, fucking you, filling your fantasies of having a monster for a lover.

Your body rocks to its motions, too, which you can't explain away so easily. It's obvious to you that you're hallucinating this whole thing; monsters aren't real, much as you wish they were. But you mentally handwave the mechanics, accepting it for the pleasure it can give you.

Your body accepts it all, your eyes fluttering every time it plunges into you as weak gasps are pulled out of you. You can feel it getting steadily deeper with each delve, stretching you out, going deeper than you know yourself to be. You can feel its cock as its curved length runs across your g-spot, hits your cervix, pushes deeper, and you can imagine your belly stretching to accommodate the whole of it.

When you feel dense, warm fur brush against your mons and thighs, you know you've taken it as deep as it can give you, and your body involuntarily gives it what turns out to be the first orgasm of the night.

You hear it purr again as your walls clench and spasm around it, your mind flooding with ecstasy until every piece of your awareness had dimmed to almost nothing. But it doesn't stop pumping you, and in the confused, pleased aftermath, a part of you wonders how your body managed to keep up that pantomime of a thrusting cock throughout your orgasm.

The longer it keeps fucking you, though, the less you mind the how.

And it keeps fucking you.

Your body remains blissfully paralyzed as it keeps going, rocking back and forth on your bed the entire time. You have no idea how long sleep paralysis is supposed to last, you realize, but you hope it's somewhere near an hour, and you hope this particular hallucination lasts until the very end.

It does, you find.

Its pace is very steady, for the most part, and the fact that it gives you its entire cock from tip to balls with each stroke is particularly enjoyable. A few times it kicked up its pace, giving you heavier, more mind-numbing thrills until it drove you all the way to orgasm; a few times it slowed down, like it was pausing to savor the way your body accepted its plowing.

But, eventually, the fun came to an end.

All at once it started to drive into you harder, your body jolting to its motions, its pace steadily increasing. It was growling above you, snarling, its hands gripping your thighs tighter. Its thrusts shorten until it stops giving you those thrilling full-length plunges, instead giving you quick, rapid one-inch delves. It was more bestial all at once, and your heart starts to race even quicker than it'd been, another wheezing sound tearing from your throat in approval.

You still can't respond even when you feel its cock change, the base of it swelling inside you. A whole new thrill sparks inside you as you realize that it has a knot, that your overwhelmed, hallucinating mind was about to fake how it feels to take a knot.

It snarls all the more aggressively as it cums, that huge, curved cock tucking securely against your cervix as it begins to unload its balls into you. Heat floods you again, hotter than even its hands were, your helpless body able to feel each individual pulse of cum as it bursts inside you, filling you in a way no one and nothing had ever done before.

And all the while its knot swells inside you, tying you together and preventing any of its precious, thick semen from escaping.

You can't help but cum again at the feel of it, this orgasm more intense than the previous for the simple fact that you were suddenly feeling a monster cum inside you, knot and all. Rapid, wheezing gasps are torn from your lungs as you twitch and spasm insofar as your body can manage, your thighs quivering in the beast's grip, your belly swelling with its potential progeny.

It bucks into you in time with its pulsing cock, enjoying itself with your helpless body, and it feels so good. Its knot can barely move, but each minuscule shift in and out adds more fuel to your fire, keeping orgasm lingering in your veins.

You've never felt better.

In the aftermath, as your mind recovers from your latest orgasm, you feel it tug free of your confines. Your channel squeezes desperately in protest, a strangled noise vibrating in your throat. Holy hell, you can feel its cum slipping out of you, dripping down your backside to pool between your legs, and you thank your overactive imagination and extensive monster-porn history for the help.

Then, with another erratic flicker, the beast is gone from your peripheral.

You're left blissfully monster-fucked-out on your bed, dazed from the force of your orgasms, basking in the sensations still flooding your entire body. And, as you slowly begin to recover, wrestling control back from your slack fingers and quivering thighs, you find yourself very hopeful that you'll have a repeat of this event -- maybe even with a different creature, next time.

You have so very many to pick from in your head, after all.

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Inspired by this video: https://rule34video.com/videos/3143031/sleep-paralysis/ CW: non-con, rape, supposedly 'horror' but we all know we ain't scurred of no demons

#nsft #exophilia #written #spicy #naughty #text #imagine #demon #fantasy #sleep paralysis #porn #ambiguous ending #was it real?#was it a dream?#are you pregnant?#is it even possible?#you decide

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The Curse-Breaker

CW: mentions of non-descriptive pregnancy, birth, and oviposition.

Imagine being a curse-breaker. It was a thing you didn't know you could do until you encountered your first werewolf, the creature descending on you with ravenous, wolfish hunger.

But something about you made him pause before he could make his kill the way he'd done with so many others. No, instead, he'd grown aroused, sniffing and licking you until his cock had emerged, thick and red and throbbing for you.

You didn't exactly have a choice when he started fucking you, his superior strength far eclipsing your own. But you were surprised to find that not only did it not hurt despite how frantic and brutal he was pounding into you, you felt incredible. It was like, where there was supposed to be pain, you instead felt overwhelming pleasure and an odd sense of righteousness, and it only grew stronger the more he fucked you.

Eventually, with a howl, he'd forced his knot inside you and flooded you with his cum, sending you into orgasm along the way. Your mind had retreated to focus solely on the feel of your combined pleasure, the pulses of his cock as he filled you with a frankly inhuman amount of cum dominating your focus. Hells, your belly had swelled with it all, and that was on top of it already being stretched from his sheer size.

In the aftermath, as he'd calmed, he'd shaken himself out of his stupor -- and, suddenly, you found he wasn't the bestial, ravenous creature he'd been a moment ago. No, all at once you could see emotion in his gaze and he'd spoken to you as easily and fluently as any other person you'd met.

Given he'd been stuck where he was thanks to his knot, the two of you had talked as his swelling went down, puzzling out what had just happened. And, in the end, you concluded that you had some kind of divine presence or blessing, and it'd overwritten the werewolf curse clouding his mind.

He was still very much a werewolf, but he was in control of himself in a way he hadn't ever been during the nights. He was able to think and reason and communicate, a fact for which he was so elated he'd decided to eat you out as a reward.

Then fuck you again, because honestly, by then you were aching for it.

That started your adventure as a curse-breaker, and you've been all over and helped all sorts of creatures since then.

Most of the time it was a simple curse. Someone was cursed with either madness or a monstrous form, and they were overcome with lust in your presence. They couldn't stop themselves from falling on you and having sex with you any way they could, any way they needed to.

You've taken all sorts of cocks: ridged ones belonging to cursed dragonkin and lizans; fat ones belonging to giantkin; bumpy, unique ones belonging to half-demons; cold ones belonging to vampires; squishy, translucent ones belonging to slime-cursed ones; tentacles belonging to sentient plants; even unseen ones belonging to ghosts or those cursed with invisibility.

You've also taken tongues of all kinds, fingers of various sizes and textures, even ovipositors belonging to creatures without a defined sex.

In most cases the cursed one didn't change. In most cases their curse lifted without affecting their physical self. In other cases they reverted back to whatever they were before -- human, typically -- and, more often than not, those ones were happy to be back to normal again.

But in some cases it wasn't so simple. Some cases required more than just letting the creature fuck you. Sometimes the curse couldn't be broken before it impregnated you or laid its eggs inside you, and thanks to those cases, you'd discovered that your blessing extended beyond just breaking curses.

Whatever your gift was, it prevented you from getting impregnated by humans -- while accelerating pregnancies seeded by monsters. Whatever was at play, here, it wanted you to breed with them, and breed with them, you did.

None of your pregnancies lasted longer than a month, no matter how vigorous your lover had been, how much they'd filled you, or how big you became. It didn't matter if the offspring was humanoid or not, whether you were carrying a normal fetus or incubating eggs. You always carried your offspring for a month or less, then would have a surprisingly blissful birth, your mind overcome with feelings of goodness, joy, love, and satisfaction.

Usually your newly-birthed offspring would quickly get swept away by their sire, sometimes you would have to leave them with a nearby town that owed you for your help. Either way, you soon discovered that your little ones grew up surprisingly fast; in a year's time, they were in adolescence. And, no matter where they went or how well they remembered you, they always recognized you, greeting you warmly as "Mother".

That was a satisfaction in its own right.

Some of your curses stood out from the others, as well. One in particular was a cursed wooden penis, the object coming to life to fuck any men or women who crossed its path. Despite the fact that it was nothing more than a carving designed for sexual pleasure, it still managed to ejaculate when it fucked people.

But no one had gotten pregnant from it -- until you.

It'd fucked you, filled you, then went inert. Initially you'd figured that was it, that it was just a cursed object and now it was over. Testing it proved that it'd truly had its curse broken; no matter how much you fucked yourself with the wooden cock afterwards, it failed to animate again nor seed you once more.

Then your stomach had begun to swell with its progeny.

As it turned out, this curse had been a self-imposed one from a wronged treant. It'd been at rest when it was cut down, indistinguishable from any other tree, and some perverted individual -- wholly unaware that they'd killed a treant -- had decided to make a penis out of some of the excess wood. The cock had been cursed by the spirit of the treant itself, seeking vengeance for its death.

Unfortunately the only thing it could do was animate and fuck any holes it could find, cumming inside them in a desperate attempt to not be the last of its line.

After impregnating you, its curse lifted, and a short time later you gave birth to its offspring: a new, humanoid treant, equally formed of wood and blood.

Another fun case had been a demon that had been rampaging around, destroying homes and ruining lives -- while notably not killing anyone. You'd expected him to fuck you upon spotting you, and he had, but his curse hadn't lifted after one round like they normally did.

He'd fucked you over and over, his wings flapping frantically, his hips pounding into you relentlessly with a kind of desperation you weren't used to finding. He'd filled you with more cum than he could've possibly had in his tanks, his reserves seemingly refilling in between each ejaculation.

He'd taken you for three days straight, never pausing, not even when your exhaustion forced you to get some rest between matings. He'd been more gentle while you slept, at least, but he hadn't stopped.

Then, after those rough three days, he'd collapsed, gasping for air, shivering all over. And, before your very tired eyes, his skin had split, peeling off of him and revealing a warmer, rich brown expanse of smooth skin underneath. Feathers had sprouted from his wings, his horns breaking off, his tail shedding the harsh spikes and plates adorning it until it became smoother and covered in small, soft feathers, the tip fanning out in a spread of long, gorgeous feathers.

He'd been an angel, but foolish decisions had caused him to fall from grace, the divinity in authority over him adding the curse of demonic rage onto his punishment.

Lifting a curse handed down by the divine had been why it'd been so difficult for you, but persistence had won out in the end. He'd kissed you in thanks, promised not to repeat his mistakes, then apologized for "the chaotic quintet" he'd given you.

You gave birth to five little ones after that, the babies curiously a cross between angel, demon and human, and as chaotic as the angel had warned.

But your favorite encounter thus far might just have been the harpies.

A flock of them had received the same curse, their forms twisting from their normal beauty with fans of gorgeous feathers into sharper, horned creatures of malice and cruelty. A grand total of eight of them had been in that flock, and they'd been raiding and slaughtering uncontrollably since their curse.

But, thanks to you, that all stopped; upon finding you they'd dived down to grab you, flying you back to their nest. There, they'd taken turns fucking you, and you could feel the change overcoming them even in the middle of it. The curse had lifted more easily than most, their rough pounding at you always shifting to more gentle, passionate lovemaking midway through.

One by one, they filled you with cum or orgasmed to your hands or mouth, each one slipping unconscious in the aftermath.

You found the source of their curse in their nest: a witch's "fertility" doll. You'd cleansed it with a touch, discovering that while it hadn't been put there with the intent to curse them, it simply hadn't been compatible with the flock.

They'd been struggling with infertility for years, even decades, they'd explained to you afterwards. They'd become desperate for a way to cure it, desperate to extend their flock before they grew too old to maintain it.

Making love with you had done the trick, it seemed, because their females soon grew round with their eggs -- as had you, in fact. You'd stayed there long enough to give birth, then left your new harpy offspring with the flock that had sired it.

Most of your monstrous lovers didn't give you offspring like that, nor such a sense of elation in having helped them, but you loved it regardless.

And, you found as time went on... you weren't aging. Whatever this blessing of yours was, whichever deity had granted it to you, they clearly had a purpose for it. And they weren't done with you just yet.

That was fine by you, though. You rather loved your life as a wandering, curse-breaking, monster-fucking immortal being.

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Fantasy Game Isekai: Boss Slime

CW: oviposition (laying eggs inside another creature)

Imagine you got isekai'd to a medieval fantasy game. At first you're excited because hey, magic!! So you go through the motions of establishing yourself with the nearest adventuring guild, figuring it was going to work like it did in all the anime you've seen.

You just needed some starter equipment, to accept a quest or two, and then go out, swinging your sword at things that move until they stop moving or waving your hands while speaking gibberish until magic happens.

That's how it's supposed to work, right?

At first, in fact, that is how it works. You stumble a lot, but once you get outside the city and find yourself facing down a bunch of slimes in the starter zone outside. It really does work like a video game, you learn, your actions as effortless as simply deciding what you want to do and then your own body carrying out the action.

And, after killing several slimes as per your quest, you get cocky. You forget to keep track of your stats. You forget that, as this world runs on video game mechanics, you have a health and stamina bar that you need to pay attention to.

Because you forgot about that, when a much, much larger slime shows up - the Boss Slime, as it were - you simply figured you could take it on. After all, you were killing its lesser kin left and right. How much harder could the boss slime be?

You never learn the answer to that question - because your stamina runs out early into the fight and you tip over, dazed. You can't move and are barely conscious, what dim awareness you retain devoted to a sense of panic.

You hadn't looked into death and resurrection mechanics yet; what happens if this thing finishes you off?!

Thankfully, it doesn't have your demise in mind - provided it has a mind at all, of course. The large blob instead wriggles over you, its slime working like dozens of little fingers to expertly strip you down to nothing, shunting your armor and weapons off to the side.

You're not fully aware of what it's doing, at first. You can feel it around you, but without the full use of your senses to follow its actions, you're still in the mindset that it might be trying to kill you.

Instead, it eases off you once you're naked, a pair of pseudopods engulfing your thighs to tug them apart. It's surprisingly warm, you note dimly, still too dazed to quite understand what it's doing.

It takes you a frankly embarrassing amount of time to recognize that you can feel pleasure surging inside you, then. Your body rocks with impacts you can't quite understand, a pulsing, thrusting, hot presence filling you in a way that your hampered mind doesn't immediately puzzle out.

Not until you suddenly start spasming with an orgasm, crying out, your body undulating with the pleasurable thrusts filling you. All at once your mind comes snapping back to you, your eyes blinking open to find the stamina bar above your head had partly refilled.

And, underneath it, was a third bar you hadn't noticed before - because it'd been empty before. Now, though, it was full, rosy pink, and pulsating in time with your climax.

Shaking yourself, struggling through the ecstasy, you force yourself to get your bearings - and you balk when you realize what's happening.

The Boss Slime is fucking you with one of its tentacles, the slick, squishy appendage pumping in and out of your pussy. You can't help but gawk at it, watching with disbelief as its tentacle not only plunges inside you, but also swells and shrinks in time with its thrusts.

You flop back on the grass, moaning, spotting that taunting pink bar above you again. The orgasm bar, you muse, your body still twitching and rocking to the creature's fucking.

Eventually your orgasm tapers off, the bar slowly emptying over time. Your climax continues until the flashing stops, the bar reduced down to around ten percent full now, and then you notice a prompt above you: to struggle.

Do you really want to, though? It felt amazing, having the tentacle plowing your depths like this. You close your eyes, a dumb grin spreading on your face. I'll just let it give me one more, you decide.

The bar fills up surprisingly slowly, but you're fine with that. What you're notably not fine with is the fact that the slime finishes before you do, the thrusts suddenly growing quicker and shockingly deep all at once, rapidly beating at your cervix.

You cry out at the sudden increase in speed, the pleasure almost too much; for one wild second you consider accepting that 'struggle' option.

Then it suddenly lifts your hips a bit off the ground and you give a startled noise at the change, the slime spreading your thighs even further. You have a wild, scary, lustful thought that it's going to fuck you even harder - but it doesn't.

It holds there, the tentacle deep inside you... and then you notice an orb traveling down it.

The sound you make is a mixture of surprise and shock, instantly unsure how you feel about this; do you want to let it do this, or not?

In the end, it doesn't give you a choice. The orb slips through the tentacle and to your cunt. Even with its thick width spreading you open, you feel the pressure of the egg struggling to get past your opening, until - with a visible constricting of the tentacle - it slips into you, traveling down your canal.

The absolute pleasure that washes through you at the feel of it is mind-numbing. Your orgasm bar went up almost to the end in one shot, and you're able to perceive the slime's egg as it's forced deeper into you, your walls stretching pleasurably to accommodate it.

You're not nearly sensitive enough to track its progress down to the finest detail, but you can still tell when it encounters your cervix because its travel pauses. There, the slime decides to start fucking you again, the tentacle pumping you all over again, and the egg goes in and out with the rest of it.

One pump is enough to send you over the edge, crying out and convulsing as your second orgasm tears through you. In the waves of ecstasy that follow, stealing the majority of your senses, you dimly recognize the tentacle pausing fully inside you, then a sudden, intense pressure in your belly. It doesn't hurt, not exactly, and after a second you feel the egg settle in your unoccupied womb.

Caught in your orgasm as you are, you fail to notice that the slime is far from done. You don't see the rest of its eggs gathering inside it, totally oblivious to what it's about to do to you - at least, until you start to feel them slipping inside you, joining the first egg one by one.

Your body spasms with pleasure every time another one is forced inside you, your belly quickly starting to bulge out as more are added. Your orgasm bar depletes before it's done, but you don't mind; you bask in the feel of it adding the last few in post-orgasmic bliss, humming softly with enjoyment.

At the end, when it's given you a dozen of its eggs, it gives you a few more thrusts, then pauses - and ejaculates.

That actually catches you by surprise; you hadn't expected it to cum, since it'd laid eggs and all. But it cums, hot, syrupy fluid flowing into you, filling the spaces between the eggs in your womb. And, once it's stuffed you as fully as your body can take, it finally releases you.

Its slime retracts from you, the tentacle leaving your well-fucked pussy at long last. Then, as it begins to slink away, you push yourself up on your elbows to watch it, dazedly contemplating what just happened.

So, you muse, evidently this game didn't have a death mechanic, but rather, a sex defeat system.

You grin.

Oh, that was going to make things so much more fun.

...But before you could explore that, you should maybe go find more information, first - namely about the slime eggs in your belly. You should at least figure out how long it's going to take to get them out again, if nothing else.

Then, maybe afterwards, you can go and find some goblins. The very idea makes you tremble with excitement.

It's time you fulfilled every single one of your darkest, naughtiest, most debauched fantasies.

This game rocked.

#nsft #exophilia #written #spicy #naughty #sfw #text #imagine #isekai #sex defeat mechanics #hentai #fantasy #slime #oviposition

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