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“i’m just so subby i can’t say no even when i really don’t want it” you are an unsafe play partner.

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Boys are just chewtoys that you can put in your mouth and shake around like ragdolls and it's awesome cuz they squeak too if you bite hard enough

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knowing you mutually masturbate to the thought of each other is so fucking hot

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OK, but what if you cuddled up to me in bed and I made a cute little noise and did a little happy wiggle? Ever think about that?

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Trans people with detrans and misgendering kinks please realize you can have standards you do not have to engage with actual transphobes to participate in these kinks you are allowed to have boundaries and limits

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Smart girl who uses hypnosis to relieve some stress to dumb bimbo who gets mind fucked by every file she listens to pipeline.

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My mommy kink is literally just "what if hot beautiful women cared about me a lot but also thought I was cute and pathetic and liked to do sexual bullying to me"

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The moment you saw her from across the crowded club, you were hypnotized. This ethereal woman, otherworldly in her movements. She danced seductively to the thrumming music. The light danced with her, bouncing off of her hair, the curves of her arms and her waist. Her clothing flowed with her, exposing just enough soft skin to leave the desire growing in your stomach ever more demanding.

And then you saw who she was looking at. An archetypical butch. Short haired and stocky, with a white wife pleaser and a leather jacket that was surely too warm for the room. Your hopes shrank as she made her way across the room to them and they started dancing together (read: grinding).

You went back to the bar and let yourself imagine being sandwiched between them as you ordered another drink to bring yourself some liquid courage. Maybe she was taken, but that didn't mean you couldn't get lucky that night.

(Vampire nsft below the cut)

So it looks like you're not getting lucky tonight. You dance, you flirt, you even kissed someone, but you can't get Her out of your head. It's like she cast a spell on you. You haven't seen her around for a bit, nor the butch. They probably went home.

Your frustration builds slightly. It's not like you to get hung up on a woman after just seeing her, but something was different about her. It's embarrassing.

You decide to go outside to clear your head. The music and the lights and the crowd are starting to get to you. You slip out of the front door, hand marked for easy reentry. There are too many people on the street outside for you to get a good moment to yourself, so you dart into the alley next to the club. You can still hear the dulled sound of the bass thumping through the brick wall.

As luck would have it, you're not alone back here either. The sound of soft moans and sloppy kisses alert you to that. Normally, you'd get bashful and turn around, try to not interrupt. But this time you feel yourself drawn closer.

Peeking around a stack of pallets which would obscure the couples from the street, you see Her.

Her dress is hiked up, exposing her soft thighs and the bottom of her round ass, only barely covered by lacy underwear. Her hair has been thrown into a messy updo, and the straps of her dress are down over her shoulders, and her open-backed dress leaves her bare skin exposed. She's straddling the butch's lap. You can see one of their hands holding tight to her thigh, the other under her, getting themself off.

She's kissing their neck, surely leaving hickies for everyone to see. Your mind is screaming at you to get out of here, to quit being a pervert and go before you get your shit rocked for peeping on an intimate moment. But your legs won't move. You feel like you're frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes away from the steady movement of her hips as she grinds on their wrist and they moan into her ear.

After a moment, the butch gasps. Their face contorts in a wince. Their not pinned hand flies to her shoulder to pull her away, just as her hand flies to cover their mouth. Their eyes flash open then roll back as she continues. You hear her purr, "That's right, relax, darling. I'm just having a taste."

When she pulls away you notice the blood around her mouth. She wipes a drop from the corner of her perfect lips and licks it off her finger, making your already almost-hard tdick throb. Again, your mind tells you to run, but your body doesn't comply. Your brain is awash with fear, but your arousal keeps you in place. You listen closer and your hand dips down the front of your pants, rubbing yourself. You feel like an even filthier pervert, but the shame makes you even more horny, and the horniness is the only thing moving you now.

She returns to sucking at the wound she left. You can hear her groaning against their skin and the wet sounds of her drinking their blood while you cover your mouth, imagining yourself in the other person's place.

After a few moments she pulls away. The butch is slumped against the wall. You see her check their pulse. And nod, satisfied. Her tongue traces over the wounds one last time, then up their neck and jaw, ending with a kiss right by their ear. You hear the butch's breath hitch slightly. It's shallow, but they're breathing.

She leans back and raises her forearm, then traces her fingernail down it. An inky dark line blooms out after it. She hisses a breath in.

"Open," she commands firmly but quietly, to the butch, tapping them on the chin.

Their mouth opens on command, and she puts her bleeding wrist to their tongue. "Go on, drink."

Their weak hands wrap around her wrist and she leads their head with a hand in their hair as they gratefully lap up the nectar of her veins.

"What a good toy," she coos. "You'll make a lovely addition to the coven."

She pulls away, traces her tongue up her own arm, and lets the butch slump back against the wall. "Good," she coos again. It's as if she's talking to you as you rub at your throbbing tdick desperately.

The butch's eyes half-open, and with exhausted effort, they weakly point past her.

Right at you.

The fear barely has time to enter your veins when you're pinned up against the wall. She's surprisingly strong for her size. She pins you to the wall with her forearm to your chest, clamping her other hand over your mouth with her other hand. You feel powerless as you wiggle against her and try desperately to pull her forearm off of you. It's like she's made of stone.

"I thought I heard company," she growls. "Aren't you a little freak? Were you getting off on that? How embarassing." Condescension condenses on her words. A shiver runs down your spine and blood rushes to your cheeks. The little light of the moon flickers off her unnaturally sharp teeth. "You know most prey has the decency to run when they spot a predator."

She told her head. Her shining, blood red eyes bore into you. It's like she's evaluating how much you'd fetch at the butcher's. "Shame I just ate. It'd be such a waste to just kill you." She takes a deep breath in, sniffing against your skin. You feel the pressure of her nails dig into your cheek and drips of blood form against them. "You do smell delicious." She lets out a shakey breath. Her tongue darts against the drops of blood her nails pricked from your skin. "And the taste," her eyes roll back as she almost moans the words. "You're delectable."

You hear a whimpering groan behind her. The butch, in a heap on the ground. She looks back at them.

"Oh isn't this a treat for you, honey? Your first human and you don't even have to hunt for it." Her eyes return to yours. "Maybe you won't be wasted after all. Lucky you." She leaned in close to your ear. "Keep your mouth shut and maybe I won't let them kill you."

In a single smooth motion, she pulls you off the wall and puts herself behind you, pinning your arms to your back. "It's all yours, baby. Let your hunger lead you."

You whimper as the newly turned vampire on the ground sizes you up. They have a wild, feral hunger in their eyes as they stare at you from all fours on the ground. Her command to keep your mouth shut works, it's practically welded despite the fear.

Your clothes are torn away as they leap on you in less than a second, desperate to get at your flesh. The cool night breeze tickles against the heat of your skin.

Their clumsy but strong hands grope at your skin. Each movement is a desperate grab for more. They bite your stomach and lick messily at your skin, not able to get enough blood out of the small wounds they leave to satiate their new thirst. Their breath is sharp against you, taking in your scent.

"Thighs are a good start, love," the vampire behind you coos to her fledgling. "Start there."

With the command, your shorts are torn off of you, wasting not a second in pulling them aside or off. Your boxers go with them, exposing your aching hole.

You feel the sharp sting of pain as the fledgling bites hard into the meat of your thigh. As they lap and suck at the blood, the pain dulls, and you relax. Your mind clouds, inebriated. Suddenly your thoughts morph from fearful compliance to easy melting. You're like puddy in the hands of the woman behind you as her fledgling feasts on your blood.

Their eagerness leads to several seperate bites on your inner thighs, each more numbing than the last. By the third, your entire weight is on the woman holding you up. Your legs are jellied.

They lick at each of the slowly oozing marks, tracing their tongue quickly up your inner thighs to catch any drops that escaped. You whimper again at the sensations and wiggle your hips slightly.

Suddenly, they seem distracted. Their hungry gaze snaps from your legs to your swollen tdick. Their eyes flick up to their mistress.

"Go ahead, darling. Have fun with your first," she coos, petting your hair.

You whimper louder and nuzzle your face against one of her breasts as the fledgling starts to suck you off. Whatever is in their saliva sets your dick ablaze with sensitivity. You cum on their tongue in less than a minute, but they keep going.

They're relentless in their pursuit of your orgasms. Their fingers dig into your thighs as their mistress hums and strokes your hair, cooing into your ear what a good blood bag you're being for them.

Her fangs pierce your limp wrist and she licks blood from you as well, holding you up easily with one arm. Her tongue traces circles, feeling as sensitive as the attention on your dick. You cum again and again until you can't feel anything but the dull throb of overstimulation between your legs.

You hear the vampire click her tongue behind you. "Ease up, love, we don't want to kill it."

Obediently, the butch sits back on their knees, away from you. The rush of cool air against your wetness sends another shiver through you.

The vampire sighs. "You're just too good to let go," she coos into your ear, stroking your jaw. "Let's get this one home, honey." The eager butch nods rapidly, their face wet with your slick and blood.

You can hear the smile in her voice and her nails dig into your skin. "The coven will be so happy to have a new blood bag around."

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noble knight who guards you, being attacked and bitten by a werewolf and he's shifting for the first time, trying to fight off the urge to pin you down and bite and rutt and breed. You should run while he still has control over himself...and if you run then he gets to chase you down.

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Werewolf boyfriend promising to pull out only to “accidentally” thrust too hard when he’s close and slip his knot in. He was so close anyways and now he’s stuck breeding you, he’s got no other choice. Accidents happen <3

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sorry for being so submissive that it gives you the mindset of a feral predator desperate to fuck and hurt me but like.. someone’s gotta do it yknow

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Date idea: I lie face down on your bed and you pet my head for maybe 2 or 3 hours.

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I’m blowing u a kiss it should arrive in 3-5 business days

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i too will bite the hand that feeds me maybe even kiss it n lick it n suck on it a lil idk