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

Depraved approach

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

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

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

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

An enchanted fleshlight.

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

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

Is it depraved? Absolutely.

Did you feel bad about it? Not at all.

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

But you shouldn’t have.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i have no restraint so here i am, back with another request 💞 thinking of smth like this, you & your bf are going through a rough patch, he’s distant and you think he may break up with you soon despite you not having done anything wrong, so to salvation your relationship you book this trip, a quiet cottage getaway to reconnect with nature and all that jazz, hoping that maybe the alone time with your partner will revitalize the bonds you once had, anywho you forgot to check the reviews, the cottage is cute but totally haunted and a couple nights in the ghost residing has had enough of your stupid bf and decides he’d be better so he possesses him 👀 he tries to pretend to be the old bf but quickly loses the facade once he’s gotten in ur bed and can’t keep his cool, nsfw/fluff vibes?

(oml this got to be so long >.< so sorry! p.s. this is disgrace c:)

Possession

ghost x female reader

note: u make a lot of requests ��

You couldn’t help but sigh as you stared out the window of the tiny cottage. The rolling hills beyond were beautiful, but they couldn’t quite match the sinking feeling in your chest. You had hoped—no, prayed—that this little getaway would fix things with your boyfriend. The last few weeks had been rough. The spark between you two had faded, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was pulling away. The silence between you had grown so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

You had booked the cottage in a desperate attempt to save whatever was left. You had read about the quiet, peaceful charm of the place, how it was nestled in the woods away from the world, offering an ideal escape. No distractions. Just the two of you, and nature. It sounded like the perfect way to rekindle your bond.

But you hadn’t checked the reviews. You hadn’t even thought to.

And now, as you curled up on the couch in the flickering light of a fire that seemed a little too cold, you began to wonder if it was all worth it.

The cottage, though cute, felt… off. The air was thick, as if the space was holding its breath, and the whisper of footsteps in the hallway when no one was around only made you second-guess everything.

Your boyfriend, Alex, was upstairs. His presence felt as distant as ever, even though he sat just a room away. It was like he was physically here but mentally miles away. Your stomach twisted at the thought that maybe… just maybe… he was considering breaking up with you. But you hadn’t done anything wrong! Not on purpose, anyway.

You wrapped your arms around your knees, staring into the fire. Maybe things would change tomorrow. That’s what you kept telling yourself. You just needed time. Quiet. Space.

As if on cue, the air seemed to shift. A cold breeze brushed against your skin. It wasn’t the wind from outside—no, this was something else. The hairs on your neck stood on end, a chill sweeping over you that had nothing to do with the temperature.

You stood up, looking around the room, your breath catching in your throat. A soft creak echoed through the floorboards above you, and then—

His voice.

Alex was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at you with a strange expression. His eyes were wide, but there was something different about him. Something… off. His usual coldness was replaced with something darker, more intense, yet oddly tender.

“Hey… you alright?” His voice sounded normal, but there was an underlying smoothness, a layer of something that didn’t sit right with you.

You frowned, getting to your feet. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

There was a moment of silence before he slowly descended the stairs. He was still wearing the same clothes from earlier, but the way he moved felt different—like his body wasn’t quite his own. His gaze never left you as he stepped closer, the air growing thicker with tension.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice lower than usual, but there was a softness to it that felt almost unnatural. “I missed you.”

Your heart fluttered with a combination of confusion and hope. This was the Alex you knew—or at least, you thought you did. The one who used to wrap you in his arms and make everything feel right.

You stepped toward him, hesitant. You could feel your pulse in your ears. Was this really him?

But when his hand reached out, you didn’t hesitate. His fingers closed around yours, a warm, possessive grip that felt right—and yet, wrong.

You let him pull you into his chest. He kissed you deeply, passionately—his lips pressing against yours with a need that made your body shiver in response. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tighter as the kiss deepened, his tongue sweeping into your mouth like it was a claim.

“I’m sorry for being distant…” His lips were hot against your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck. “But I can’t stay away from you.”

It should’ve been comforting. But it wasn’t.

A chill crawled across your skin as you realized: he wasn’t right. Not completely. It was like he was trying to be your boyfriend, trying to mimic everything he’d once been, but the energy—his scent, the way he touched you, how he kissed you—felt off. His hands cupped your face with a tenderness you didn’t recognize, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks in a possessive, lingering motion.

“Please, let me make it up to you.” His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath hot against your ear. “I need you…”

Before you could even process what was happening, he pulled you to the couch, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. His hands slid down your back, over the curve of your waist, to your hips, tugging at your clothes in an almost frantic way.

Your heart hammered as your body responded to his touch—maybe it was your desperation for him to feel real, to reconnect. You couldn’t help the way your body betrayed you, your hips grinding slightly against him, seeking that closeness, that heat.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his breath heavy as he kissed your throat. His hands ran up your sides, lightly squeezing your ribs. “You’re so beautiful… I don’t deserve you.”

The words seemed… too sweet. But you didn’t want to pull away—not when his hands roamed to your chest, gently cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through your clothes. It felt good, too good, and you couldn’t stop the quiet moans escaping your lips.

He seemed to revel in them, a growl vibrating in his chest as he continued, his hands rougher now, his grip tighter. You could feel him hard against your thigh, the heat of him making your pulse spike.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “Tell me you’re mine.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “I’m yours,” you whispered, leaning into him.

And just as you said those words, something inside him snapped. He pulled you down onto the couch with urgency, his hands tugging at your clothes, and in the haze of lust and confusion, you let him. He needed you, and you needed him. But deep down, you knew—it wasn’t Alex anymore.

It was something else.

It wasn’t his eyes were filled adoration. Something Alex never associated with you. It hurt, sure but it was the truth.

“Who are you?”

The moment Alex’s lips left yours, a suffocating silence filled the room. You could feel the cool breeze in the air, the sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressed so closely to yours. His gaze flickered for just a second, a flicker of something that didn’t belong, and that’s when you realized—this wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Baby, I’m yours.”

The coldness of the air grew stronger as his hands roamed down your body. His grip was still familiar, but the touch was far more demanding. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer, pushing your body flush against his. Your heart hammered in your chest as his breath grew heavier, his scent growing richer—something distinctly other mixed with the faint musk of your boyfriend’s cologne.

“You’re so beautiful,” the voice that wasn’t Alex’s whispered, hoarse and dripping with affection p.

Your breath caught as his lips traced the curve of your jaw, moving down to your neck. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, taking his time to leave hot, wet marks on your skin, biting gently at the tender spots. His mouth was demanding, rough, but with the faintest hint of tenderness buried beneath the desperate hunger.

Every second felt like your skin was burning. Your body ached for him, but the rational part of you screamed that this wasn’t right. This wasn’t Alex. This wasn’t him.

But still… your body betrayed you, and your hips instinctively rocked against him, feeling the length of him hard and pressing against you. You gasped softly, and that seemed to be the trigger. His hands shot to your chest, pulling at your shirt with a sudden urgency that made you shiver.

“I’ve waited too long for you,” he growled. The words were laced with something darker now, something far more possessive. “Now… I’m not letting go.”

His fingers worked quickly, expertly, stripping you of your clothes as if he had done this a thousand times before. The moment your shirt was gone, his lips were on your skin again, kissing a trail down your chest until he reached your breasts. He cupped them with reverence, massaging them with just the right pressure as he lavished attention on your nipples, licking and sucking until you were a whimpering mess beneath him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he groaned. “God, I can’t get enough of you.”

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to do more, to touch you everywhere. It felt right, so right, but that little voice in your head—drowned out by the pounding of your heart—reminded you this wasn’t your boyfriend. This was something else.

But the sensation of his lips, his hands on you… it was too much.

His mouth found its way back to yours, hungry and demanding. His kiss was rougher now, deeper. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, pulling you closer, devouring you like you were the only thing that mattered. He groaned, deep and guttural, pressing you harder into the couch.

“You’re mine,” he whispered harshly against your lips. “And I’m going to make you scream my name.”

You gasped as he shoved your panties aside, a finger slipping between your folds, teasing at your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slid a finger inside you, making you moan. It was too much, too fast, but you couldn’t stop. You needed him.

He wasted no time, adding another finger, curling them inside you as you gasped, your body moving with his rhythm. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles that had you gasping for more. He moved with purpose, his mouth leaving yours to trail kisses down your body as he worshipped every inch of you.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and raspy. “So fucking wet for me. All for me.”

You didn’t have the words. You could only moan as he slid his fingers in and out of you, every movement coaxing more pleasure from your body. Your hands clutched at him, nails digging into his shoulders as your hips bucked against his touch, desperate for more. His eyes never left you, watching your reactions with a hungry gleam, and it sent a wave of heat through you.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, a soft growl escaping his lips as he moved to kneel between your legs. Your heart raced in anticipation as he hovered over you, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, voice dripping with lust.

You nodded, unable to form words, your body begging for him. His hands moved to your thighs, pushing them apart as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock already painfully hard. The ghost inside him wasn’t wasting any time, not caring that your body was still adjusting to the sudden rush of heat and desire. He slid inside slowly, his movements deliberate as he filled you completely.

You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation overwhelming but so good. Your hands clung to his arms, nails digging into his skin as he thrust deeper, setting a pace that had you gasping and moaning beneath him.

“That’s it,” he breathed, voice hoarse. “Take me. Let me own you.”

The ghost’s words hit you like a wave. You could feel the power he held over you now, feel how his presence filled the space in a way that had you trembling, your walls tightening around him.

His thrusts grew faster, more desperate, and the weight of his body pressing against yours was enough to drive you wild. You could feel every inch of him, each thrust deeper than the last, and you could barely think, just feel, him. It wasn’t just Alex—it was something more, something older and hungrier. The ghost within him didn’t care about anything except claiming you.

“You’re mine now,” he repeated, his hands gripping your body with possessive force. “And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

Every thrust, every stroke, had you moaning louder, your nails raking down his back. You wanted to scream, but his mouth found yours again, swallowing your cries as he fucked you into the couch.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he groaned. “Fill you with all of me.”

With that, he thrust harder, his control slipping as he came inside you with a deep, shuddering groan. You followed quickly after, the sensation of him filling you sending you over the edge as you came, your body shaking beneath him.

He stayed inside you for a moment longer, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Finally, he pulled back, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, stroking your cheek tenderly, his earlier roughness giving way to something softer now. “I’ll never let you go.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Your mind was spinning. But deep down, you knew. The ghost wasn’t just in his body now—it was inside you, too.

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Werewolf fucking you in doggy and pushing their fingers in your mouth to muffle the sounds you make.

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never thought Disney would be bold enough to address the strain on Nick and Judy's relationship after the abortion

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You just moved into your new home, which seems to be plagued by a supernatural force you don't quite understand. You're hesitant to outright admit you're haunted, because, well...it's not what you'd expect when someone thinks of traditional ghost activity.

Ghost!Butler has been inhabiting this place for longer than he can remember. The poor old soul doesn't know anything outside of serving his Master. Thus, once you'd established yourself as the new owner, he could only do what he does best.

You nearly slipped in your panicked sprint to the kitchen, convinced someone must've broken in. You stared, incredulous, at the arrangement on the table: a silver tray, freshly brewed tea, and a stack of pancakes. Absurd to believe that your home was invaded for the sole purpose of preparing breakfast. And yet...

Another time, you were awoken from your slumber by heavy creaks of the floor. With a baseball bat in hand, you tiptoed down the hallway, ready to swing at the intruder. What you found was the laundry you'd forgotten in the washing machine, dry and neatly folded on the sofa.

Ghost!Butler really only haunts you by aiding your daily life. Can you even call it a proper haunting? You return home to find the floors swept, the bed made, the food served. The invisible presence is, by all means, spoiling you with earnest care and affection.

Ghost!Butler has grown rather fond of his new Master. There's an unknown yearning in his pallid hands as he buttons your coat, taking a moment to feel the warmth of your skin. Oh, what joy you've brought into his lonely life. He has a purpose once more, a reason to keep existing.

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WHEN ON PERIOD:

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed

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this new kylar scene is adorable 🥹 available when you escape a soft bad ending (I escaped from the farm)

(1) pry him off

(2) comfort

(3) endure

and the exit message

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Y/N: I think we cant mansplain manipulate or manwhore our way out of this one...

Peter * cracks knuckles*: manslaughter it is then.

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 17: Dom Drop (Aftercare)

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Pairings: Engineer x Reader (no gender specified!)

Summary: Engie needs some reassurance after a particularly rough session with you.

Tags: Aftercare, dom drop, nothing really explicit, mentions of rough play

Word Count: 1.6k

Masterlist

You weren’t sure how long you were laying limp on the bed, face buried in a soft pillow. You barely had the strength to turn your head to the side and take in much needed breaths of fresh air. Your whole body trembled, your ass stung, and coming down from the rush of such a splendid high had left you feeling strung out and dizzy. It was almost like being hungover, but mercifully lacking the throbbing headache. You were pretty sure you had started crying at some point, but you soon lacked the energy even for that.

Only when Engie returned to the bedroom with a cool glass of water did you start to come to your senses, his soft voice coaxing you back to reality. “Come on now, you need to drink, sweetheart.

You rolled over and sat up with a groan, wincing from the aches and stings that spread through your body as the pain killing endorphins that had flooded your bloodstream mere minutes ago began to ebb away. The only thing motivating you to sit up at all was your thirst, which you were suddenly very aware of. Taking the glass, you gulped the water down like your life depended on it. The cool drink soothed your throat, strained from just how loud you had been moaning- well, more like screaming.

“Thank you,” you gasped, having drained the glass within seconds. Engie managed to take it from you moments before you collapsed against him. With a soft chuckle, he placed the glass on the nightstand before wrapping his arms around you, looking down at your downright blissed out expression. “That was…” you muttered, failing to find any fitting words. “…Wow.”

Engie chuckled, guiding you back down to lay on the bed. “Just ‘wow?’”

“I’m not good with words right now,” you said, rolling out of Engie’s embrace to press your body into the bedsheets. They were soft and cool against your skin, soothing the lingering pain.

“You’re still okay, right?” Engie asked, laying down next to you. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“It was perfect,” you mumbled, cuddling up against your partner. He pulled you in again, unwilling to keep his hands off you for long. He trailed his fingers up and down your back lazily, slowly beginning to venture lower. A sharp inhale from you made him freeze. Your ass still stung, even with the most gentle of touches.

“Damn it, I’m sorry!” Engie pulled his hand away quickly.

“It’s okay, just be careful. I’m probably going to be sore there for a while.” You gave him a reassuring smile. He didn’t seem convinced.

“You’re sure you’re alright, darlin’? I went pretty hard on you-”

“I promise. I’m okay.” You looked up at Engie, examining his expression. He looked concerned, obviously, but there was also a trace of what you could only describe as guilt. “Dell, are you alright?”

“Pardon?”

You repeated yourself. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, don’t go worryin’ about me now, sweetheart. You’re the one who-”

You were quick to cut him off. No partner of yours was going to put aside his own comfort on your watch. “It doesn’t matter if I was the one ‘taking it,’ Engie. We were both involved, so we both need to check in with each other.” Your voice softened. “Now, are you alright?”

Engineer stammered, paused for a long moment, and then finally spoke. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” you said. “Do you want to talk about it for a bit?”

There was quiet for a while, heavy with unspoken words, but you didn’t pry. Engineer would talk when he was ready, and you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. You felt him breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling a few times before he finally broke the silence.

“Being rough with you, having so much control, it was like a high.” He took another deep, shuddering breath. “And now, I don’t know. Something just feels off, I should be all happy, but…”

He trailed off, at a loss for words, not sure how to describe this feeling. Luckily, it was something you were quite familiar with.

“You’re dropping,” you said, mentally kicking yourself for not realizing it sooner. Engie nodded. That was the best way to describe it. “That’s normal. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug.”

“This was all so new,” Engie said. A bit of guilt still marred his expression, but he was also looking quite relieved to know that this was a normal occurrence. “I felt bad for being so rough on you, and for enjoying it so much.”

You nodded, listening intently. “What can I do to help you through this?” you asked. There was a chance you wouldn’t be able to do anything more than stay by his side for now, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

Engineer thought for a moment before responding. “Maybe you could, I don’t know, tell me what you liked? Specifically?” His face flushed red. It would have been cute if he wasn’t obviously having such a hard time right now. “I just want to know that you enjoyed yourself.”

“Oh, where to start!” you said with a laugh, immediately lightening the mood. If he wanted to know what you enjoyed, you could go on for hours. “Well, I never knew you could be so assertive! You’re usually such a gentleman, it was nice to be ordered around for once. Oh, and you’re much stronger than I thought, just throwing me around, using me like a toy…” You shivered at the memory, a wide, wistful grin stretching across your face.

“Well, I am used to lugging around a heavy toolbox almost every day,” Engie said, shrugging. Already his voice seemed lighter, more cheery. He almost sounded proud of himself.

“What else…” you murmured, mostly to yourself. You had so thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience that it was difficult to single out specific things. Oh, but there was one moment that had been a particular favorite of yours. “Honestly, I really liked it when you spanked me. I didn’t even need to tell you to do that! Fuck, it was hot.”

Engie chuckled, giving you a knowing look. “I thought you might enjoy that.”

You had no clue how Engie had pegged you as a masochist, but he had, and now you had the subtle sting and red marks adorning your ass as a reminder. You liked to think it was because the two of you had some kind of special connection. That, or he had just paid attention to your reactions in the past, like when you would get on top and he would lose himself, clawing at your thighs to get you to go faster. You always did seem to come so much harder when he did that.

Still, he was a bit hesitant with outright spanking, his primary concern being that in the heat of the moment he may accidentally use the Gunslinger hand. That would have been very bad, and most likely would have resulted in a horribly embarrassing trip to the medbay.

“I don’t recall ever telling you I enjoyed pain,” you said. “Am I really that easy to read?”

“Well, you ain’t exactly subtle. You always moan louder when I graze my teeth along your neck”

“Oooh, maybe you can bite me next time!”

Engie gave a nervous chuckle, but his smile didn’t falter. “Maybe we’ll work our way up to that.”

“You really do make me feel so good,” you said. You were completely genuine, and you wanted to make sure he knew that. “Thank you for doing this with me, Dell.”

“Well, I aim to please,” he said, turning his head away to hide the warmth rising in his cheeks. It wasn’t very effective. He always got flustered when you used his real name.

“I see that blush!” you giggled. “I think you like it when I praise you!”

“Ah, come on, don’t tease me now,” Engie said, awkwardly trying to hide his face against the pillow.

“It’s cute! You’re adorable when you get all red like that!” You nestled against his side, watching as he blushed right down to his neck. “I’m guessing you’re feeling a bit better now?”

Engie nodded, finally turning to face you, even with his face still rosy as ever. “Very much. Thank you, darlin’.” He placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“You’re the one who agreed to do this with me, Dell. I should feel lucky to have you.” You rested your head on his chest, yawning softly. “Ready to get some sleep?”

Engie nodded, brushing a stray hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. You blinked away sleep to look up at him, smiling warmly. “I don’t know how I’m going to feel tomorrow, darlin’. I might need some more reassuring, I hope it ain’t too much of a bother.”

“Not at all,” you said, throwing your arms around him like he was an oversized teddy bear. Engie welcomed the embrace, pulling you to basically lay on top of him. You closed your eyes, feeling the texture of his flannel sleep shirt on your cheek. “You can come to me with whatever you need. Like I said, we’re in this together.”

You could feel Engie sigh. He played with your hair absentmindedly. It felt nice. He seemed better now, but you still tried to stay up, just in case he needed you. Only when his breathing evened out did you let yourself drift off, giving in to the pull of sleep, feeling rise and fall of his chest, and hearing the steady beat of his heart beneath you.

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As part of his job duties, Demon Guard often walked around the offices as a sort of patrol. Of course, he often used this as an excuse to just fuck around or to actually fuck. But for some reason that day he found himself actually walking further along his route than usual.

And that’s when he heard you in the break room.

“I swear, I’d sell my soul to fuck Demon Guard just once!”

Followed by you and whatever coworker you were talking to bursting out into a fit of scandalized laughter.

Something old and buried flickers back to life inside of Demon Guard. His long reptilian tongue slithers out as he licks his lips, a smirk spreading across his face. With only a few steps forward he makes himself known, walking up behind you and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I haven’t dealt souls in a long time, sweetheart, but for you I can give it a shot,” he purrs, relishing in the way you shiver against him.

You honestly don’t know how to respond, your face more red than a tomato. Unable to fully believe that he’s right behind you and heard what you said. You’re still pretty stuck frozen when he takes your hand and drags you out of the break room.

When you come to you realize he’s brought you to the camera room full of the security cameras. You barely have a moment to look around before Demon Guard’s mouth is on yours and he’s kissing the daylights out of ya. His tongue licks along your seam and you gasp, allowing him to slide right in.

You moan around his long narrow tongue, your own swirling around his in your need to finally taste him. You almost can’t believe this is happening. You’ve imagined this a million different times, touched yourself in so many ways. Now that it’s finally happening you expect to wake up at any second. But this is real. You voiced your desire out into the world and he heard it.

“Now here’s the bargain, sweetheart. If you don’t cum for me at least seven times, you have to give me your soul,” he starts, his voice raspy and addictive. You could listen to it forever.

He starts walking you back and the moment your ass hits the control panel he’s picking you up and plopping you down right on top of it. His eyes don’t leave yours as he pushes your skirt up to your waist and tugs your panties down.

Next his hands go to his unbuckle and he slides his pants down enough to free his enormous cock, though his gaze refuses to let you look away. He steps closer and pushes his tip through your soaked folds, growling as he sees just how wet and needy you are for him. As if your desperate panting and bucking hips wasn’t evidence enough.

“And if I can’t make you cum at least ten then I will bind myself to you for eternity to use as you see fit,” he finishes with a cocky smirk like he’s just composed the worlds greatest bargain and he’s so very proud of himself for it.

And you know, maybe he has.

Without waiting for the verbal bargain to be struck, like he knows it’s an offer you just can’t refuse, he slams his cock inside you in one smooth stroke. You cry out but you can tell he’s not satisfied with it, as if the stretch of his cock isn’t making your mind burst with unknown euphoria, and he starts in at a brutal pace.

His tail wraps around your waist, keeping you right where he wants you as he relentlessly runs his length up inside you. Not giving you a moment to catch your breath. Even as he hits every perfect spot along your walls he doesn’t wait to tease or savor. No, instead he focuses on ramming into them all over and over again. Each sensation crashing into one another until your body is buzzing with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure like you’ve never known.

Demon Guard watches you happily as you arch into him but with a direct intent. A certain intensity simmering in his gaze despite his dopey smile and light demeanor. Like he can see precisely just how close you are to the edge. His thrusts remaining so wildly consistent you have to stare at him in awe. The goal clearly to send you hurtling into your first of many orgasms.

He flashes you that cocky little smirk again like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. A loud moan falls past your lips as in that exact moment his hand slips between your bodies, finding your clit with alarming ease and rolling the bud of nerves so perfectly between his clawed fingers.

Your vision flashes white and you scream fiercely as you shatter around his cock. Your precious cunt squeezing the very life out of him if he had one. Demon Guard roars, literally roars, at the explosive friction of you clamping down on him. Yet he refuses to cum just yet, wanting to edge himself with the feel of you.

Though he holds you as you shake in his arms, helping you work through it. And when you finally clear the spots from your eyesight you’re quick to find him, already looking down at you. Wanting to catch every little reaction. Your pussy flutters as that smirk remains firmly on his face.

“One down, sweets. Six and Nine to go,” he explains, a wickedly playful expression flashing over his face so quickly you wonder if it was real or if you were only seeing things…

You’ve only had one orgasm so far. Something tells you by the end of the day you’ll be so delirious with pleasure you won’t be able to tell up from down.

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You're an autistic biologist that has crashed on a strange planet. A curious male naga approaches as you leave your wrecked ship.

Your universal translator implant is working and you strike up a conversation.

Obsessed naga man flirting: "Wow, you're so small and soft! I would really like to get to know you better~"

You, wanting to satisfy scientific curiousity: "And you seem very large and durable, perfectly adapted to this environment! I am very interested in learning more about you too!"

Your Research Journal: A friendly native seems interested in the exchange of information. I am eager to learn more about this species.

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The Virgin Sydney vs The Chad Kylar

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always take care