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want (nsfw/18+)

after a long day of work, you walk into the apartment you share with your fiancée. you didn’t expect her to be home so you’re surprised to see her sitting on the couch with your dog in her lap. 

the apartment is silent; no tv playing a random show or a laptop playing a random youtube video. no noise but the beating of your heart in anticipation.

your fiancée is just sitting there almost like a cartoon villain, cool and with a vague smirk on her face. you would have found this funny if you didn’t think she looked so sexy and intimidating.

“what's up?” you lock the door behind you and put your backpack on the floor. your first thought is that you’re in trouble but aren’t sure what for. you’ve been home on time and you haven’t stayed up late playing video games. you’ve been good.

you walk closer to her but stop just in front of her, the coffee table is the only thing between you two. your hands instinctively cover your groin, which twitches at the thought of punishment. 

“move your hands,” your fiancée demands and you do as you’re told. “you’re not in trouble if that’s what you’re thinking.”

you’re almost disappointed. the best things happen when you’re in trouble but at least she isn’t mad at you.

your dog barks and jumps from your fiancée’s lap and runs to you. you bend down and pick up the little dog. your dog places his head on your shoulder while he receives scratches. you hold him but you don’t take your eyes off your fiancée. she stands up now and steps around the coffee table to get to you. you lower your arms with your dog still in them and your fiancée kisses you on your favorite spot, right behind the ear. you get so weak you almost drop your dog. 

you give her a look and she lets you bend down to let your dog go. The little dog runs back to the couch and jumps into the pile of pillows and blankets left there from the previous night.

“you've been a good boy and i think you deserve a reward. don’t you agree?” your fiancées holds onto the back of your neck. she isn’t rough but you know when she does this it means she’s in control.

“yes, thank you.” you know to be formal because you know if you aren’t you’ll be punished, which you wouldn’t complain about but you don't want to ruin your reward.

she kisses you again behind your left ear and you almost buckle at the pleasure. you put your hand on the small of her back but she softly pulls it away. she doesn’t say anything but you know not to touch her anymore. 

“why don’t you clean up and i'll get everything ready,” she whispers against your lips. her breath is sweet and you could inhale it all day long if you could. 

you nod and silently make your way to the bathroom to shower and clean yourself. you try to keep your cool. you don't want to seem too excited but you almost can’t contain yourself.

you’re already hard by the time you step into the shower. you decide to let the water run cold to cool yourself so you don’t ruin your reward. you finish your shower and other cleansing routines in five minutes. as much as you love being punished, you do love being rewarded when you’ve been a good boy. it’s rare that you are but you know to switch it up sometimes. you are smart and know when it’s time to be a brat and when it’s time to be good. it's more fun to be a brat but since moving to your new apartment, your fiancée starting a new job, and you also been busy with work; you haven’t had much time to play your games. but now your games will begin anew.

you go into your bedroom where you find your fiancée pulling out red satin ropes out of a black box that is kept underneath your bed. she stays fully clothed in contrast to your nakedness, still slightly wet from your shower.

“in bed. now,” she demands. a part of you wants to say no, not because you don't want to do as you’re told but just to annoy your mistress. you decide against it and do as you’re told. 

the cotton duvet is cool against your skin but quickly warms as your mistress begins to tie you to the bed posts. first your arms, so you’re not tempted to touch het while she finishes the rest. as she walks around the bed, finishing her task, she brushes her fingers against your skin. she has always liked your body. every scar. every blemish. every inch of it. she's proud of you for the work you’ve put into it, for the commitment. and she’s proud of you for everything else you’ve accomplished in the last few years. you know this but she still likes to show you how proud she really is.

your mistress finishes tieing you to the bed. perfect knots around your wrists and ankles. you look like a pretty present ready to be unwrapped. and unwrapped you’ll be.

your mistress reaches into the black box once more and pulls out a leather riding crop. a fun way to start, you think. your mistress drags the riding crop across your legs. she stops at your now fully erect cock. 

“eager, i see.” she almost seems disappointed. you are eager, you won’t deny, but normally you’re able to stay soft until your mistress gives her order. but it’s been a while and you’re a little out of practice. you won’t disappoint her though, you promise yourself.

“i’m sorry.” your voice sounds pathetic and desperate. 

she strikes the crop against your thighs. it’s almost enough to make you cum. you compose yourself and keep a straight face. you can’t let your mistress down. this game could go on for hours and you don't want to ruin it by cumming in the first ten minutes. 

“did you like that?” she asks, striking down one more time in the same spot.

you nod. you want to speak but your throat is dry and  all you can muster is a whimper of encouragement. 

“want another?” you answer with yet another nod. you can see the pride drip down your mistress’s face. she knows you're close. she hits you a few more times. the sound of leather hitting flesh is followed by desperate whimpers. music to her ears.

this game only lasts fifteen minutes before your mistress finally decides to move on to the next activity. 

she begins to disrobe. she does so slowly. she doesn’t put on a show but moves slowly for the anticipation and it’s working. you’re able to cool off a bit but still stay hard enough for your mistress.

finally naked, she stands at the foot of the bed. 

“i know this game is for you but i need to unwind too. you’re not the only one who’s tired.”

she climbs on top of you. she stops and sits on your thighs. the warmth coming from between your mistress’s legs comforts the small welts that have formed from the leather crop. 

she takes you into her hand and strokes a few times to bring you back to life. your breath catches in your throat and you want to give her words of encouragement but she’s so focused on you, you know she won’t listen. plus, you’re not in charge, she is. if you speak you’ll be punished and right now you really don't want to be punished. at least, not like usual.

“how badly do you want me, slut?”

“bad.”

“and if i left you right here like this? all pathetic and full of want?”

you are so dizzy you don't know how to answer.

“i would wait. always. for you.” you finally say. you think about how corny you sound but it’s true. if she wanted you to stay like this for days, you would. you would do anything for your mistress. you have done anything for her.

“does that mean you belong to me?”

“yes.”

you can’t take it anymore and it seems like she can’t either. she scoots forward and takes your cock and inserts you into herself. your mistress stays still just to keep up the tease but slowly starts a rhythm. 

“and whose cock is this?” she slowly picks up speed and you feel yourself crawl closer and closer to the edge.

“yours.” your breath hitches and you squirms underneath. your mistress stops.

“no, this is my time. don’t move and don’t make a sound or i will stop and leave you here like this.” you don't want that. it’ll be hard to stay still. you want to fuck her back but you need to be a good boy. you are a good boy. you know if you’re obedient then it’ll end well. 

you stay still while she rides you. she looks down at you like you’re nothing but a toy. you feel pathetic and it just makes your cock harder. a sly smile crosses your mistress’s face. she rides you so slow. you think about anything and everything to keep yourself from cumming. it feels impossible. you feel yourself getting closer and closer but you can’t disappoint your mistress. 

you love the look of pleasure on her face, you don’t want it to end for her. she rides faster. her hips move around in circles as she fucks you. her moans get louder and louder with each passing second. she slows down again because she knows how much that’ll torture you. and she’s right. it’s getting harder and harder not to cum. 

moans want to escape your lips but you hold them back. there’s blood in your mouth, you’re biting your cheek to keep yourself from making any noise. you swallow a bit of saliva mixed with blood. she has you right where she wants you.

“you’d better not cum,” she slaps you hard across the face then she digs her nails into your chest.  you’re sure she’s broken skin.

“i won’t. i promise”, you whimper. you really won’t. you know you’re being so good right now.

“good boy.” she smiles. it’s almost sadistic but you’re not scared. 

your breathing slows and you’re feeling calm. you won’t cum anytime soon. not until your mistress tells you to.

she bends forward and her long brown hair brushes over your skin. your nipples are sensitive you almost break your promise when she touches you. your mistress brings herself close to your face and kisses you. you let her do all the work. you only move when she tells you to. she sucks on your tongue and chokes you while she fucks herself with your cock. you can feel her dripping down your shaft. you can tell she’s close. the pressure of her hands builds as she uses your neck as leverage. she fucks harder and faster. her breath is all the air you have. it’s all you need. you love seeing her like this. she looks so beautiful. you lock eyes and stare deeply into her dark brown eyes. 

she kisses you one more time before she finally cums. her legs spasm and she moves her hips slowly while she rides the wave of pleasure. when she’s finished, she sits up and grabs your face. you’re still inside her. your cock is throbbing it almost hurts. she laughs at your discomfort but she promises to be good to you.

she slides off you and kisses your neck. she kisses and sucks your skin as she goes down to your cock. you’re surprised at how hard you still are. even though you haven’t been able to cum, you’d be slightly limp by now. 

your mistress reaches your cock. you wait to be teased but she takes you in her mouth immediately. you wonder how she tastes to herself. 

she slowly sucks the head then she buries her nose into your dark pubic hair. her mouth feels so good. a hand cups your balls. she looks up at you and smiles with your cock in her mouth. you want to know what she’s thinking but you don’t dare to ask. she knows what you’re thinking. she knows how badly you want to cum.

“do you want to cum?”

you nod your head.

“okay. i’ll make you cum. and i want to hear you.” she returns to your cock and a desperate whine escapes your lips. you’re almost hyperventilating from all the moans you wouldn’t let escape your lips. she focuses on the head, your most sensitive area.

you’re able to control your breathing again. small moans escape your mouth, soft like butterflies, they fill the room. 

you’re ready to cum but you still wait for her to tell you to. you want to beg but you stay silent. she knows you’re ready but she holds off for a little while longer. 

finally she asks, “will you cum for me?”

“mmhmm,” is all you can say.

“is that what you want?”

“yes.”

“tell me how much you want to.”

“i want to so much. please, i want to”

her command for you to cum isn’t verbal but you know to do as she says just by the look in her eyes. 

her mouth never leaves your cock as you cum hard down her throat. she swallows every drop. it’s the hardest you’ve ever cum before. your cock falls limp when your mistress takes it out of her mouth. your breathing staggers as you regain control of yourself. everything goes white for a moment and when you come to, your mistress is at your hands freeing you from your restraints. 

you sit up and rub your wrists. once she’s done freeing your legs, she's back on the bed kissing your wrists. she whispers how good you were and how wonderful you taste. she tells you she loves you and you return the phrase. 

your fiancée takes you into the shower and washes the sweat off your body. you feel weak and you’re tired. once out of the shower, she helps you dry off. she dresses you for bed and she puts you back in it. you doze off for a few minutes before waking up to your fiancées bringing you a glass of water and something quick to eat. 

you realize how hungry you are and you’re finished eating in a matter of seconds. you thank her with a kiss and she lays you back against the pillows. she climbs into bed with you and holds you. your head is against her chest and she brushes your hair with her hand. you thank her for the play but she shushes you. it’s not because she doesn’t accept your gratitude but because she knows how tired you are. 

you stay quiet while she hums and soon you’re asleep, dreaming of other games you two could play.

#smut #minors dni #male reader #femme domm #male sub #long post

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Congratulations Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) dir. Daniels on 11 nominations and winning 7 awards at the 95th Academy Awards!

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a vampire feeds (nsfw/18+)

it’s just after midnight. the moon is high and bright, it illuminates the way for the hungry vampire. she listens to the heartbeats inside the houses she passes by, looking for someone who sleeps alone.

dogs bark in the distance and a stray cat walks beside her. “you wouldn’t happen to know where i could get a bite to eat, now would you?,” the vampire politely asks the skinny grey cat. the cat meows once and the vampire understands. the cat gallops a few paces ahead and the vampire follows. cats and vampires have a special bond. they serve as guardians to the creatures of the night and companions to those who need them most. and vampires pay them with food and a warm spot to sleep. the belly rubs don’t hurt either. 

the cat strolls along and leads the vampire down the sidewalk and through alleys. its paws slap the wet concrete. the night is cold and the vampire wonders if the cat has a place to stay for the night. she wants to ask but the cat stops in front of a dark house. a single heart beats faintly from within. the cat looks up at the vampire, meows three times and walks away. the vampire thanks the cat and turns her attention back to the house.

the grass is slightly overgrown and there are dead flowers on the window sills. She would think that the house is abandoned if it weren’t for the heartbeat inside. She listens to the gentle breathing for a minute before heading inside. 

there’s a slightly open window on the second floor. she slides it open even further and climbs in. the vampire moves like a shadow, making no noise. the room is empty but she knows in the next room there lies her sleeping meal.

she enters the room like a gust of wind and stands at the foot of the bed. the vampire is curious now. she looks down at the woman sleeping before her, unknowing of what’s to come. she’s lying on her back, her arms bent and stretched slightly over her head. her legs together and curled underneath the quilted blanket. the woman’s dark curly hair spilling over a silken pillow. the room is dark but the vampire can see the human’s skin perfectly. dark like mahogany and soft like the silk that lines the bed.

the vampire watches the human’s chest rise and fall with every slow and sleepy breath. her breasts are covered only by a thin t-shirt. her nipples poke through and the vampire can’t stop thinking about putting them in her mouth. she leans forward and inhales the human scent. hints of vanilla and citrus body wash mixed with sweat and body odor. 

she looks delicious. ready to be devoured by this hungry vampire. a heat rises from within and the vampire isn’t sure if she wants her as a meal or something more. she moves around the room and watches the human from every angle. it’s been awhile since the vampire has fucked a human. she usually takes them as a meal and tosses them when she’s finished. but this one is too beautiful for that. this one is meant to be enjoyed in every possible way. 

the vampire steps closer to the bed. she feels the warmth of the human radiate the closer she gets. she drags her fingers over the bed. she wonders how to wake this lovely specimen without causing fear. any other time she would just feed. but this one requires more steps.

ten minutes pass and the human stirs. she stretches and turns to her side facing the vampire. her eyes flutter open. it takes her a moment to recognize the other person in her room. she shoots up and pushes herself backwards, falling off the bed. the vampire wants to laugh but doesn’t. 

in a moment she’s on the other side of the bed, standing in front of the human. she offers a hand. a look of confusion crawls across the human's face as she looks at the vampire in front of her. she takes it without hesitation. the vampire effortlessly lifts her off the ground and sits her on the bed.

the vampire keeps hold of the woman’s hand while she lowers herself to her knees. the human inspects the vampire’s face and looks around the room looking for some sort of explanation. 

“is this a dream?” the human asks. her heartbeat quickened when she first woke up but has since slowed down. the vampire can almost see the heat rising from between the human’s legs. she can tell the human is intrigued. maybe a little scared but excited most of all. 

the vampire leans into the human’s hand and asks “do you want it to be?” 

she presses her nose against the human’s wrist and inhales deeply. blood rushes underneath the skin and the vampire can almost taste it. her fangs drip with saliva but she has to wait. she needs to wait. she won’t bite unless the human begs for it and she will. 

the human hesitates at first but then leans forward and kisses the vampire. it’s soft and quick. the human pulls away and regains her puzzled face. the vampire wants to know what she’s thinking. is she still wondering if this is a dream? has she realized that this is very much real? does she care?

the vampire slithers forward and leans the human back onto the bed. she straddles a leg and presses her knee against the human’s cunt. it’s warm and the vampire can feel her wetness through her shorts.

the vampire kisses the human again on the lips, this time parting her lips and tracing her tongue on the human’s bottom lips. the human parts her lips and joins her tongue with the vampire’s. the vampire is careful with her fangs. she bites the human’s bottom lips then kisses it tenderly. the vampire moves from her lips to kiss her neck. the vampire traces her tongue on the nape of the woman’s neck. 

with every kiss the human let’s out small moans. the vampire realizes that they’re still holding hands. she balances herself over the human and brings her hand to her lips and kisses it. the human looks up at the vampire with her brown eyes. the vampire can see a sort of innocence in her eyes but her body says otherwise. the vampire finally lets go of the woman’s hand and moves down to her breasts. she kisses them through her shirt. she palms them and bits down on the left one. the human reacts and moans loudly this time. she grabs the vampire's long black hair and pulls slightly. the vampire growls.

she rips off the woman’s shirt and tosses it to the side. the vampire returns to her breasts and puts a nipple into her mouth. the skin is hot and the human wriggles underneath. the vampire goes back and forth between nipples. fangs graze the skin and the human shivers. the vampire feels her own wetness and hunger grow. 

the human pulls her up for another kiss. the vampire’s hand wanders down and inches into the woman’s cotton shorts. she’s not wearing any underwear and makes it easy for the vampire to slip a finger between her lips. the human whimpers a small “please”. the vampire wanted to take this slow and take her time but her hunger is too demanding. she slips a finger inside the human then another.

the human moans at the contact. they kiss while the vampire fingers the human. she thumbs the clit and the human bucks with every touch. she moves her hips in unison with the vampire’s fingers. her moans build and build. the vampire is slow and then fast and then slow again. the human’s scent fills the air. it drives the vampire crazy. she wants to taste her. she needs to.

the vampire pulls out and drops to her knees on the floor. she pulls the human to the edge of the bed. the human lets out a giggle. the vampire tears the shorts off the woman and spreads her legs. the vampire teases her at first, kissing her thighs. the woman’s wetness shines in the moonlight. the vampire kisses her clit softly before beginning to suck. the human goes wild. she hikes her legs up and grabs at the sheets. she helps the vampire by spreading her lips with one hand. the other goes straight to her nipples. the vampire sucks and licks her clit. her fingers are inside the human again. 

the vampire thinks about her night. she never thought she’d been in this situation. all she wanted was to feed and wander the night like usual. sex with a human was not something she does on a regular basis. she usually saves herself for other vampires. a werewolf once but that was a mistake. 

the vampire uses her free hand to grip the woman’s thigh. her nails dig a little too deep and soon the smell of blood mixes in the air with the scent of sex. sexual lust quickly turns to blood lust. she wants to bite the human. she wants to, no, needs to drink this human’s blood. but not without asking. 

the vampire moves her fingers so fast they vibrate and the human is taken over the edge. she moans and screams and begs for more. the vampire crawls up and kisses the human. saliva and the taste of the woman mix. the vampire can’t take it anymore.

“i need to taste you,” the vampire whispers. the human doesn’t understand at first. the vampire has tasted her but she explains that she wants her blood. the human agrees. they sit up in the middle of the bed with the vampire behind the human. the human sits between the vampire’s legs while the vampire kisses the nape of her neck. softly and sweetly. 

the vampire moves the woman’s hair before finally sinking her teeth in. blood fills her mouth and slides down her throat like velvet. a sharp whimper of pain escapes the human mouth. the vampire leads a hand back down between the human’s legs and she fucks her while she feeds.

blood drips down the human’s chest. it’s darker in the shadows of the room. the human looks down but there’s no fear in her heart. the vampire can tell. it’s still pleasure that quickens her heart. the vampire drinks until she’s had her fill. this weakens the human but not in a dangerous way.

the vampire continues to fuck her slowly until the human reaches the edge again and cums one more time. the vampire cleans the blood with her tongue and her saliva stops the bleeding. she gets out of bed and rushes to the nearest bathroom for a wet cloth. she cleans the rest of the blood and tucks the human back into bed. the vampire runs to the kitchen and fixes something to eat. the human only takes a few bites.

the vampire is ready to leave but the human stops her. she begs her to stay until she falls asleep. the vampire agrees. she climbs into bed with the woman and holds her while she falls asleep. soon the human breathing slows and she’s asleep.

the vampire doesn’t move. she holds the human tighter. she feels a connection with this human. this was more than just a quick fuck and a meal. the vampire kisses the human’s forehead. it’s slick with sweat and tastes sweet. the vampire doesn’t want to leave but the sun will be up eventually. until then the vampire stays put, dreading the moment when she has to leave.

#smut #monster smut #vampire smut #vampire x human #f4f #female vampire x female human #blood drinking

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Ramadan Mubarak to all of my fellow Muslims, especially those who cannot fast. Just because you cannot fast does not mean this is not an important month ❤

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For most people, life doesn’t truly begin until they’re 26-30 or older. The way we romanticize and obsess over youth is super harmful. Your life is not over at 21, I promise you. It’s just beginning

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the werewolf and you pt iii (nsfw)

it’s been almost a year since you left home. you miss your family, of course but you don’t miss home. this is your home now. in a small cabin with your wolf. you spend most of your days swimming, hiking, and fucking. it’s like a dream but it’s all real and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

the cabin is small, smaller than the one you lived in with your family, but it’s comfortable. there’s a bed with animal furs for warmth. a chest and chest of drawers are up against the back wall. a small, oak table and matching chairs are placed against the wall near the door. there’s a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. it’s simple but you don’t need anything more.

your wolf is out hunting. you hope for deer, you’re tired of rabbit, but you’ve gathered all the ingredients to make a delicious stew just in case. 

it’s early afternoon and you’re outside sitting by the lake. the days are getting colder so it’s too cold to go for a swim. a frog jumps in and you watch it swim across. you’re so focused on the frog you don’t hear someone approach you from behind. it’s your wolf, of course. he sweeps you up into his arms and hugs you like he’s been away for years. 

you embrace passionately and kiss even harder. you’re wet instantly and he knows it. but you both know you can’t fuck every second of every day so he puts you down and you both head inside. 

as you walk behind your wolf, you see the two rabbits he caught. they’re a good size and perfect for a stew. he also shows you his satchel full of berries. you ask him if there was anything else out there and he tells you he saw a family of deer heading north but he decided not to go after them. he laughs when you frown, he knows you’re tired of rabbit, but he tells you that there were lots of deer tracks so there’s more somewhere in the forest. he promises to try again in a few days.

you go inside and you start preparing the stew. your wolf stays outside and cleans the rabbit. he’s quick and soon you’re taking your turn on the rabbit. while you cook, your wolf goes outside and cleans up. at home, bathing was done using barely warm water in a steel tub and a bucket. here, your wolf invented a shower system. the water heats up past warm and even though it’s outside it never gets too cold, even in the winter. 

after his shower, he comes in naked. you’re used to it but you still look twice to admire his body. he’s almost 6’4’’. his brown skin taught against his muscles that he earned from his time living in the forest. chopping wood and hauling dead animals have made him strong. you’ve also gained some muscles from your time here. 

he lays on the bed and closes his eyes. you move around the cabin as quietly as you can so you don’t disturb your wolf. once all the ingredients are in the cast iron pot, you place it in the fireplace to cook. you open the door and windows to let out the rising heat. 

you crawl into bed with your wolf and you close your eyes too. you’re not very tired but the heat radiating from your wolf lulls you to sleep. you don’t sleep long. the smell of the stew wakes you and you immediately get up to check it. it’s only been cooking for at least half an hour, it still needs another hour or so.

your wolf is still in bed but he’s no longer asleep. he’s leaning his head against the wall with a hand on his hardening cock. he looks at you with hunger in his eyes. like you’re something to hunt but it excites you. you’re quickly back in bed with his cock in your mouth.

you’re slow at first but your wolf’s cock hardens quickly. you take your time with the head while you hold his balls with one free hand. you squeeze and he moans. he brushes your hair back and whispers “good girl”. hearing him praise you makes you even wetter. you move down until your nose is in his hairy base. his cock is down your throat and you chock. you stay there for a moment, inhaling his scent and tasting his saltiness in your mouth.

you’re so wet you’re dripping. you feel a drop run down your thigh. you feel like you’re on fire and you can’t take it anymore. you want him inside you. you pop his cock out of your mouth and you lean forward for a kiss. you pull away quickly to undress then your lips are back on his. you kiss him hard while you position yourself on top of him. your wolf holds himself while you sit on his cock. you gasp in relief as you take him inside of you. you position yourself until you’re comfortable and then you move your hips slowly. he feels so good inside of you. like it’s where he belongs. you can’t keep track of how many times you’ve fucked but every time feels like the first time. like it’s a new experience for the both of you.

your wolf smiles as he holds you closer. you loom over him with your hands pressed against the wall. a growl escapes his teeth and you moan with each thrust. he tucks your hair behind your ear. he grabs a fistful and pulls. you jerk your head back and moan at the motion. he holds your hair tightly for a while before moving down to your throat and wrapping his large hand around it.

you feel the pressure from his fingers but you can still breath alright. you decide to follow suit and you wrap both your hands around his thick throat. you both stay that way for a few seconds before your wolf decides it’s his turn to take control.

without separating, he lifts you off the bed and then he puts you on the floor, on top of the bearskin rug. he thrusts inside you a few times before changing positions. he pulls out, flips you over, then he’s inside you again. you’re on your knees, back arched, and your face is pressed against the animal fur. your wolf grabs your arms and pulls them back. he fucks you harder and faster.

you scream in ecstacy with each thrust. you beg for more. you beg for him to go faster. you beg for him to go harder. to go deeper. you beg for him to never stop. he grunts behind you and you can tell he’s close to cumming. you’re almost there too. you want to cum together so you hold on until you feel your wolf tense. the walls of your pussy constrict around his delicious cock. you feel him shoot his load inside you and you cry at how good it feels. he collapses on top of you. you both fall into a sweaty tired mess on the floor. 

you both pant in unison. he pulls out and puts you on your back. you’re too tired to go again but you're willing for your wolf. you wait for him to reinsert himself again but he kisses your forehead instead. when he pulls away he looks you in the eyes and tells you he’s starving. you laugh and you pull him in for another kiss. 

your legs are weak but you're able to stand up and walk over to the fireplace. you check the pot and the stew is almost ready. it just needs another five minutes. you step outside while your wolf sets the table. the cool air feels good against your skin. your hair is a mess and you smooth it out with your hands as best as you can.

you go back inside and serve the stew. you eat until you’re full. you decide to save the dishes for later. you’re so tired. you and your wolf climb back into bed, and you fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

#smut #human x monster #monster x human #monster smut #werewolf smut #monster fucker

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the werewolf and you pt ii (nsfw)

several months have passed since your passionate night in the forest with the werewolf. you’re still wet thinking about it. it was a night of passion. of freedom, that you long for still.

you spent every night in those woods for a month but you couldn’t find him. there was no sign of him. at first you thought maybe it was all a dream but you still feel him inside of you. you keep the night gown under your pillow. it still smells like him.

it’s a full moon tonight and these are the nights that you miss him most. the moon is too bright for you to sleep so you stare out your window waiting, hoping that the werewolf will come back and fuck you again. but it’s not only that. you stared into his eyes deep while he was inside of you and you saw the man. a man full of fire and passion but a sort of sadness that you can’t really understand but you want to.

that night was more than just a fuck, it was liberating. it was magical. it was something you needed your whole life.

the sky is still blue but you can see the shades of pink and orange slowly begin creep in behind the clouds. your family is inside while you finish taking down the laundry on the lines. you go inside and set the basket down by the door next your father’s boots. your mother is in the kitchen starting dinner and your sister is helping. you sit down next to her and help her peel potatoes. 

you love your family but sometimes you feel yourself getting more and more distant. they don’t mistreat you and you do not mistreat them but you feel like you need more to life than just them. your father wants to marry you off but it wouldn’t be to the person you love most but rather to the highest bidder. you’ve been called beautiful all your life and you were very young when you recieved your first marriage proposal. but you were too young and your father said no.

there was a time where you didn’t hate the idea of marriage. you wanted it, in fact. with a young man who was a year older than you. he wanted to marry you and take you away to see the world. he sang to you and told you stories of the world and its beauty. he told you that you were too beautiful to not see the world. you were infatuated but he was poor. no land and no money so your father said no. 

it broke your heart at first and you quickly learned that your father was right but you still hold on to the idea of love.

you and your mother finish cooking dinner while your sister sets the table. your mind still wonders to love and the wolf while your father talks about his day working the fields. your sister tells a story about something that happened in town while she was there with your mother. you don’t say much but your silence isn’t unusual. your sister and father are the talkers while it’s you and your mother who listen. 

you spend the rest of the night as usual. you and sister clean the dishes and the kitchen while your mother and father drink mulled wine by the fire. you join them as soon as you finish. you read while your sister and mother knit and your father smokes his pipe. smoke fills the room and it makes you feel lightheaded. you excuse yourself and you go to your room. it’s still too early to sleep, not that you would be able to anyway, but you get ready for bed anyway. 

time goes by while you stare out the window. the full moon is finally in the sky. the deep shade of blue reminding you of the sadness deep inside you. you lean against the window and close your eyes, the warm summer air caresses your skin and gently pushes your hair. the smell of flowers and trees tickle your nose. the forest is teeming with life but you feel empty.

you still hear your family downstairs, still too early to sleep but you think to try anway. you step off the bed and walk to the other side where a lit candle sits on a table by the door. just are you’re about blow out the candle you hear a howl.

chills run through your bones and your blood warms all over your body. you don’t think, you just run. 

you fly down the stairs and you startle your family. your father chokes on smoke and your sister lets out yelp. you don’t look at them and you don’t answer when you hear them yelling after you. you run straight into the woods and you don’t stop. you don’t know how long you run for, but you finally stop to catch your breath. you look behind you and you no longer see your house or even the smoke from the chimeny. 

you listen for more. another howl, anything to point you in the right direction. nothing comes for a few minutes before you decide that you’re just going mad and it’s all in your head. you turn to head back home when you finally hear another howl coming from that direction. you take a few breaths to prepare yourself for another run. 

before you break through the trees, you hear your family screaming. you run faster and break free from the forest’s clutches. you barely notice the stinging scratches that cover your arms, legs, and face. 

you see your mother with axe in hand and your sister with the fire poker. they’re yelling and crying but they’re standing their ground to protect their home. the wolf stands ten feet away from the house snarling and ready to attack. he could easily attack your family but he doesn’t and you take that chance to get between them. 

you finally see your father inside struggling with the rifle. he’s yelling orders for the others to come inside but they don’t listen. or a maybe they’re too focused on the creature in front of them that they just don’t hear your father behind them. 

you stand between your family and the wolf. the wolf takes a step closer and your mother yells for you to get in the house. you turn to her and tell her not to worry. you know what you’re doing. at least you pray you do.

your back to your family, you face the wolf. the same wolf from that night in the woods. his eyes are wild and red with fire. your family’s screams turn into a dull roar behind you. it’s only you and the wolf.

you lift a hand towards him and he lowers himself in a growl. you reach further until your hand is a few inches from his face. you look directly into his eyes and you see them soften into the man behind the wolf. he leans forward and places his snout into your hand. his wet nose sniffs your hand and you slowly move it to scratch the top of his head. his stiff body softens. 

the wolf lunges forward and you hear your mother scream. you hear your father finally cock the rifle and he tells you to jump out of the way. you don’t listen to your father or anyone but your own instincts and you jump onto the wolf’s back. you wrap your arms tightly but not too tight around the wolf’s neck and he takes off into the dark woods. the sound of a gunshot echos behind you.

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you don’t know how long the wolf has been running but you know it’s miles between here and your home. the trees cover the sky so you’re in complete darkness. the wolf seems to know where he’s going and you trust him. he slows down to walking pace but he doesn’t put you down. you close your eyes for what seems like a few minutes but when you open them again you and the wolf are in front of an old cabin. 

it looks it was built a long time ago but it doesn’t look abandoned. it must be where the wolf lives the other days of the month. looks far away from other humans so it seems safe enough.

the wolf stops and lowers himself to the ground and you climb off. the moon shines bright over you like your own personal spotlight. 

the cabin stands in a small clearing with a small body of water a few yards away. tiny waves lap against the shore, the grass is soft and sweet as you walk over to the water. once at its edge, you slip off your night gown and you step into the warm water. when the water is deep enough, you take a dive and you swim underwater.

the moon still lights your way underneath the warm and mostly empty pond. you see a few fish swimming around but you don’t bother them and they don’t bother you. you resurface and see the werewolf waiting by the water’s edge. he looks a little anxious, or rather excited like a puppy sitting in wait for a treat or a toy. 

you motion and yell for the wolf to join you but he doesn’t. he only whimpers and pounces around. maybe he doesn’t know how to swim. you go back to shore and before your fully out of the water, the wolf grabs you and without hesitation sticks his cock deep inside you. you gasp like it’s your first breath ever and you wrap you legs around the wolf’s waist.

he grunts with every thrust as he fucks you in the air. you’re so close to the moon and stars; you reach out and you can almost touch them. you feel yourself falling and your grab the wolf’s fur to ground yourself.  you pull his fur a little but he doesn’t react so you pull harder. he snarls and wraps his teeth around your neck. he doesn’t bite but the pressure of his mouth drives you wild.

the wolf digs his claws against your ass while he bounces you up and down. you can’t take it anymore. you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. your wrap your legs tighter and move your hips in unison. you’re almost there and so is the wolf. he lifts his head and howls as he cums inside you. you howl with him.

after you both cum, neither of you moves. you hold each other in the moonlight and pant in harmony. you don’t want to move. you want to keep him inside you but eventually he lets you down. the wolf licks your neck and walks away. his cum dribbles down your leg so you go back into the lake to clean off. 

you find the wolf laying down in front of the cabin. the night is starting to get cold so you lay down with him. the warmth of his body warms you quickly and you soon fall asleep. 

a few hours later you wake up to the sound of splashing water. you’re still on the ground but you have a blanket warming you instead of the wolf. it’s morning and everything looks different. you look around for your wolf but you don’t see him. you stand up and walk over to the lake. you don’t see the wolf but you see ripples in the water like someone had dived in. you wait by the shore and soon a man surfaces. 

his eyes light up when he sees you and you know this is your wolf. his skin glistens in the sun and his wet hair sticks to his face and clings to his shoulders. you love his wolf form but you fall in love with him as man. 

he runs up to you with the energy of a puppy and hugs you. he spins you around and when he puts you down you look in his eyes and see the wolf behind them. his smile warms you like the sun. 

he’s shorter as a man but he’s beautiful nonetheless. his hands still hold you the same and make you feel powerful. he still makes you feel like your skin is on fire. you react on instinct and you drop to your knees and you wrap your lips around his cock. he gasps in shock but he doesn’t stop you. you places a hand on your head and pulls you closer until your chocking. you gag and your mouth fills with saliva and you use a free hand to pump as you move your head.

you move down to his balls and you take on into your mouth. you pump faster and your feel him tense up. he’s almost at the edge and you go back to his cock. you lick the head with the tip of your tongue and soon he cums. hot loads slide down your throat and you swallow every drop. he falls to his knees and he kisses you. it’s your first kiss and it makes you want to cry. 

he stops to look you in the eyes again and he tells you he loves you. you say it back and he leads you to the cabin. it’s your home now. he’s your home now.

#smut #werewolf smut #monster x human #monster smut #monster fucker #long post

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idk what to write next. if anyone has any prompts or have an idea, then you're more than welcome to send them my way.

#i might make another part to the werewolf and you #but idk just yet #i'm trying to build this up

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i’ve only had little pinocchio for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, i would kill everyone in this room and then myself

#what a neat little guy

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GUILLERMO DEL TORO’S PINOCCHIO (2022), dir Guillermo del Toro and Mark Gustafson

#guillermo del toro's pinocchio

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Things I expected in Del Toro's Pinocchio:

A cute little puppet boy

Characters dancing and having fun

A talking cricket

Some sad bits that add to the depth of the film and make the happy parts more meaningful

Things I did not expect in Del Toro's Pinocchio:

Pinocchio pointing out hypocrisy in Christian beliefs and morals

Geppetto becoming an alcoholic due to his depression following the death of his son

Geppetto's son dying from a bombing during world war 1

Pinocchio telling Mussolini to eat shit and immediately getting shot

Pinocchio being kidnapped and sent to a facist child soldier camp

#pinocchio netflix #guillermo del toro

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this tumblr is new. i’m not following anyone. who should i follow in theme with mine? like writers. especially smut writers. artists too and random pages as well. you can say yourself too.

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the gargoyle and the nun

cw: gargoyle, smut, god, nuns, religion, catholics

it’s after midnight. the clouds cover the sky like a blanket. it’s a warm summer night and you walk around the cathedral as you do almost every night. you have trouble sleeping and walking helps you calm your anxious mind. although you don’t know what makes you anxious. you live the life you love, a nun in complete worship to god. the older sisters don’t know about these walks and they would punish you if they did. 

“you have nothing to be anxious about,” they’ll scold you. “give your mind and heart to god and all will be clear.” some of them mean well, truly. but the older nuns, the ones in their sixties, would do more than scold. you remember when you were 18 and you nievely confided in an older sister that you were scared and worried about your future as a nun. you had hoped she’d tell you she felt the same at your age but soon those thoughts went away and she lived her life dedicated to god and to the church. you thought she would comfort you but instead she struck you with the back of her hand and forced you to kneel on rice while you prayed for hours.

you did learn something that day and it was that you shouldn’t speak your mind and that maybe god really doesn’t help sinners.

you normally stay inside the church when you go on your insomia fueled walks but tonight you decide to go on the roof. it’s warm and even though you wouldn’t be able to see the stars, you find comfort in knowing they are there watching you. you think of them as the many eyes of god. the real eyes of god. the god who doesn’t judge. the god who loves you despite your thoughts because you are loyal to god and you love him. 

you are young, in your twenties and you can’t think of a time when you didn’t want to become a nun. servitude to god was your only ambition. your father didn’t want you to become a nun. he wanted you to get married and have children but you told him that the many children of god where your children and he your husband. you used to sin at the thought of god in your bed. you still do but not as often as you did when you were younger. it’s harder now. too many watchful eyes of the old nuns who teach you.

once you’re on the roof you pull your night gown past your shoulders and let the warm air touch you. you lift the hem over your knees as you sit down on the stone roof. your legs stretch in front of you and you take your slippers off as you lean against a piller and close your eyes.

the wind brushes against you and you feel your nipples harden. you know god sees you and you want to show him your love. you open your legs and pull the hem of your nightdress closer until it drapes over your stomach. over your cotton panties you press a hand against yourself. the shock flows all over your body and your find that it ignites a freedom you don’t normally have in the abbey. but before you can explore yourself you hear the sound of stone scrapping. you immediately stand up and fix yourself. someone has found you and you cannot let them see you in such a sinful state.

you look around expecting to see a nun or perhaps a priest but you see no one. nothing is on the roof except for you and the gargoyles that stand guard. you decide it’s best to just go back to your room before someone really catches you. 

before you take a step, you hear a voice. deep and warm and unfamiliar. it’s not coming from someone you know but you don’t feel fear. you turn to face the direction the voice is coming from and you see a gargoyle has come to life. it stands over 6 feet tall with an equal wingspan. its muscles made of stone groan as the statue comes to life and moves.

“do not leave,” it comands and you do as it says. you are not frightened by the sight, in fact you are intrigued. why would a creature like this come to life? “what are you doing here?” the gargoyle asks. it is a protector of the cathedral it sits upon and therefore a protector of god. you have no reason to be frightened. he is an extention of god and should be respected.

“i was getting fresh air. i’ll leave if you want me to,” you say. the gargoyle looks over you. his face is curious at first but soon softens. his eyes return to yours and you see them shine even in the darkness of the night.

“no. do not leave. your sinning woke me and you will be punished.” the statue closes the distance between you two and he lifts you off the ground. you’re scared of your punishment now even though you don’t understand why it’s happening. you hardly touched yourself. you didn’t even sin. but the gargoyle doesn’t hurt you, instead he sits you in an arch and places a cool, stone hand on your breast. even through the fabric you feel the roughness of stone. your nipple hardens against it. a whimper leaves your lips as the gargoyle explores your body. you feel the warmth of prayer fill your entire body and you realise that this is god. it explains it all. this is god and he is here to finally show you his love.

you want him inside you now and you won’t accept anything less. your hands are free and you use them to lift your night gown and take your panties off. you move quickly and the godfilled statue does nothing to stop you or question you. you look down at the gargoyle’s groin and see it covered with a stone cloth. you think in your mind how is this going to happen and as if he heard you, the statue removes his cover as easily as you did your own.

his stone cock is exposed now and you push yourself closer until you feel the tip and he slowly slips himself in. you shiver at the cool stone and from the pleasure of god inside you. you feel your wetness pool between your legs and drip slowly between your asscheeks. 

god fucks you using a gargoyle as proxy and you cry out in ecstasy. these are your prayers manifesting. this is how you show god you love him. this is how you worship him. he fucks your tight pussy and you pray. he fucks harder as you recite the lord’s prayer. he wraps a stone hand around your throat and your eyes roll to the back of your head. you start speaking in tongues as god brings you to the edge. he doesn’t let you cum right away. he pulls out and before you can beg for him to fuck you again, god is on his knees with his tongue in your pussy. 

the gargoyle eats your pussy and brings you back to the edge. soon you’re screaming out god’s name and every prayer you know. sweat beads down your face and back. you’re exhausted but the lord isn’t done yet. he stands up and pulls you to your feet before making you switch potions so now you’re on your knees. 

god’s stone cock is in your mouth before you have a chance to breath and he starts fucking your face. you steady yourself and your hands grab the gargoyle’s thighs for balance. god wraps a fist around your hair and uses it as a handle to pull your head back and forth. you gag as he hits the back of your throat with his huge cock. your nose fills with snot and your eyes water. god’s grunts fill the air like your prayers. you can tell he’s close. 

he pumps your head faster but gently, and soon he’s also in ectasy as he cums in your mouth. you’re surprised there’s actual cum. it’s thick as it goes down your throat and you swallow every last drop. 

god stands you up and fixes your face. he wipes the sweat off your brow and he adjusts your night gown. he leans forward and kisses you softly on the lips. he doesn’t speak but you see nothing but love in his eyes. he leads you to the door and you head back to your room. as you walk down the steps you notice the sun starting to rise. your time with god was longer than you thought. 

you make it to your room before anyone can see you and you quickly change into your habit. you brush your teeth in the sink in your room and you go to the dinning hall to help set up for breakfast. 

you spend the rest of the day thinking about the night you had with god on the roof. the other nuns watch you but you pay them no mind. you know god better than them, better than they ever will and there’s nothing they can say or do to make you feel like you’re less than god’s favorite.

#monster smut #monster fucker #monster x human #second person pov #smut #gargoyle smut #gargoyle x human #human x monster

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hey. just wanna say hi. also if you guys have any prompts you'd like to see me fill/have a monster/creature you'd like me to write about, please let me know and i'll try my best.

#thanks for the new follows #i'm trying to get to a place where i can hopefully start making money off writing #also if there are writers you think i should check out please lmk #also if you wanna be mutuals lmk as well #18+ pls

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the werewolf and you

nsfw, monster,

you didn’t realize you were lost until it was too late. the once familia tress turned into dark and twisted shadows. the moon turned its back on you and offered no guidance. 

all you wanted to do was go for a walk in the forest you were raised in. you knew these trees and they you but you were in too deep now. your thoughts clouded your eyes like the clouds about clouded the full moon. you knew not to be in the woods during a full moon. too many dangers in the woods already but even more so when the moon was full but you didn’t expect to get lost.

you took a turn here. took a turn there. left, right through the forest until you were no longer found. it was cold, the ground frozen and your dress too thin for the night ahead. you’d be an icicle when they find you in the morning, if they find you.

there was a clearing ahead of you. a fallen tree with its roots like reaching fingers offered you a place to sit. it wasn’t your nice, warm bed but it was someplace to rest for a moment. there was no point in walking any further. you were only getting loster. 

half sleeves covered your arms and no matter hoe much you rubbed your hands against them, you still couldn’t find warmth. you wanted to start a fire but everything was too wet and your fingers were too numb. you though about other ways to warm yourself. like the way you do on cold winter nights alone in your room. 

your breath quickened just at the thought. your dead fingers slowly came back to life. you put a finger into your mough to warm it- your tongue twisted and flicked and warmed your hand to life. your heart raced as your hand grazed yout breasts and stomach and as you lifted the hem of your dress. normally you’d tease yourself, take your time before you commited to yourself but you didn’t have the luxary this time. it was life or death, you reminded yourself. this was not for pleasure, it was to keep you warm. to keep you alive.

your fingers were inside you and your tongue pressed against your lips, holding back a moan. you gribbed bark as your fingers moved faster and faster. moans finally escaped your lips and formed clouds above your head. you were so enveloped with yourself you didn’t hear the twigs snapping around you. something testing your reaction but you kept yourself so blissfully unaware.

the warmth from your cunt exploded like a dying sun and wrapped its arms around you. your eyes were closed but you could still see stars and moons that danced around your weightless head. your breath escaped you like a wild storm and it took you awhile to find yourself in the darkness. yours bones came back to life and blood flowed through like a rushing river.

you opened your eyes hoping to find the moon but instead you were found by something else. in front you, blocking the ignorant moon, stood a dark, grey creature. a creatyre of myth. something from stories told you by your older sisters to scare you as a child. a werewolf, with teeth shinging against the light of the full moon, stood before you.

you had no time to react as the beast grabbed you and pulled you closer. one clawed hand wrapped around your wasit and the other reached for your breasts and tore open your dress to expose you to the elements. his touch scorched your skin and you could gather your thoughts, the werewolf was inside you. the moon, no longer hidden behind the clouds, blinded you. your hole stretched and pulsed against the beast’s cock. you wrapped your legs around his waist and steadied yourself on the fallen tree.

the werewolf’s grunts mixed with your moans and filled the air with erotic melodies. you moved your body to the rhythm. you felt your wetness slide down the roundness of your ass and feed the earth below.

the werewolf picked you up off the tree and fucked you in the air. his cock filled your cunt and warmed you to the core. your skin was on fire with passion and lust. the course fur of the werewolf wrapped around your fingers. you looked into the werewolf’s yellow eyes and he looked in yours. you could see the man behind the beast and the beast in control of the man.

the werewolf lifted his head and howled at the moon. he pumped you harder and faster and you howled, too. the werewolf’s cum exploded inside you, you could almost taste it in your mouth. you both continued to howl and after your song, you were spent and so was he.

the werewolf detached himself from you and place you on the ground. your knees buckled beneath you and you fell to your knees. you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t think. your mind was full of dirty and lustful thoughts of the werewolf. if you weren’t so tired you would’ve jumped on the beast again and demanded more but all you could do was close your eyes and fall to your side.

you fell asleep so quickly you didn’t feel the werewolf pick you up again and begin to run. it felt like only a whisper of a moment since you closed your eyes but when you opened them again you found yourself safe in your bed. it could’ve been a dream if it weren’t for you sill ripped dress. your nipples hard at the memories of what happened in the woods.

the sun was slowly rising in the sky nad your family would wake soon. you slipped off your dress and admired your cum stained legs. you wanted to stay that way all day, a naughty secret to keep while you did your chores. your family, assuming your innocent, unaware of the whore you truely are.

you took a wet cloth and cleaned yourself before butting on a new dress. you climbed back into bed, it would still be another two hours before anyone else stirred in the house. the warmth of your bed didn’t come slose to the warmth of the werewolf’s touch. you felt cold, as cold as you were when you were lost in the forest.

your thoughts began to cloud again but then you heard a howl. you smiled and listened to the hopeful song of your midnight lover, a final lullaby as you finally drifted off to sleep.

#this is unedited #and pretty much a first draft #werewolf #monster fucking #monster x human #monster x reader #monster smut #open to thoughts and comments #constructive critism too

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