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hazbinwhoree · 3 months

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Adam x F!Reader Smut

You’re a child of a demon and a human, considered dangerous by Heaven despite you not even knowing how to use your powers and just living a normal human life. Adam was tasked with keeping an eye on you, and months in your unspoken attraction for one another boils over.

For all my bitches as depraved as me.

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Adam had never wanted a woman so badly in his life. Well, except maybe Lilith. But not even Eve had driven him this mad.

It was late one night and he was watching (Name) sleep. Totally not a creep. (Name) twitched in her sleep. She made a small noise and Adam came to hover over her bed, half checking on her and half just being nosey.

“Mm,” (Name) mumbled something incoherent. Adam leaned over her. “Adam,” she moaned softly in her sleep. “Adam~”

Adam was both taken aback and thrilled. Was she dreaming about him? In a naughty way? Adam grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.

He climbed onto the bed positioning himself over her, and woke her up. (Name) gasped when she registered Adam basically pinning her down without touching her. He was so close.

(Name)’s thighs rubbed together. “Were you dreaming about me, babe?” Adam teased. “Tell me, what was I doing to you in that dream~?”

(Name) blushed, looking embarrassed. “It was nothing!”

“Well you were moaning my name so it doesn’t seem like nothing.”

(Name) pulled the covers up to her face. Adam yanked them back down. “Don’t be embarrassed, doll, it was hot.” His eyes hungrily roamed down her body and (Name) felt heat in her core at his gaze. Adam leaned back on his knees to shed his coat, before leaning back over (Name) and lowering himself so their chests touched.

“Do you want this?” He was uncharacteristically quiet. “Yes,” (Name) mumbled, biting her lip. Adam put a stop to that with his lips on hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth. With his knee he nudged her thighs apart and settled between them, rubbing his erection against her crotch.

“Adam,” (Name) moaned more coherently. Adam pulled back and began attacking her neck, biting and sucking his marks onto her. (Name) tried to push his head back, the sensations becoming almost overwhelming, but Adam didn’t budge, instead he grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands tightly above her head.

(Name) gasped, hips bucking up and pressing Adam’s hard-on roughly against her core. Adam groaned, growing desperate. He’d wanted this for so long.

Well, not really considering how many years of existence he had under his belt, but it felt like forever.

He pulled off of her neck an released her wrists for just a moment to pull her shirt over her head, and pull down her shorts. He knew for a fact she didn’t sleep with panties. Dirty girl~ But it only served to benefit him.

He yanked down his pants and boxers, kicking them off unceremoniously before climbing back on top of (Name).

With both of them now naked, (Name) got embarassed again, covering her eyes with her hand. Adam grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands above her head again. His other hand fondled her breasts, going back and forth between the two while kneading the flesh and tweaking her nipples.

He pressed himself between her legs, wanting desperately to penetrate her, but he could feel she wasn’t wet enough yet. His hand abandoned her chest and moved down to her pussy, swiping his thumb across her clit.

(Name) gasped, then moaned as Adam inserted two fingers. He leisurely pumped them in and out for a minute before adding a third finger to stretch her. “Fuck,” (Name) sighed. He pumped three fingers in and out of her much harder, hoping to prepare her for the brutal pace he would set as soon as he was inside of her.

“Adam, I need you,” she whined, and it was music to Adam’s ears. He figured he’d prepared her well enough. She’d told him once that she wasn’t a virgin so she should be fine.

He released her wrists to line himself up with her entrance before thrusting in all at once. (Name)’s back arched and her mouth opened but no sound came out.

Adam pinned her hands again, but this time he pinned each on either side of her head with his own hands, intertwining their fingers. Then he began pounding into her, not bothering to start slow. (Name) cried out, squeezing his hands.

He swallowed her sounds with his mouth on hers to keep her quiet. His hips snapped against hers as he roughly thrust, the sound of skin on skin and muffled moans breaching the silence of the quiet room.

Adam released one of her hands and she immediately grabbed onto one of his horns with it. He snuck his now free hand between their bodies to pinch her clit, making (Name)’s back arch again.

Unlike how he felt for the many women he’d banged, he actually cared to make (Name) cum.

She was immediately getting close as soon as he started giving her clit attention, Adam could tell by the way she shook and spasmed around him.

“Cum for me, baby, let go,” he coaxed. “Cum on my cock.”

His unholy talk sent (Name) over the edge, and she came with a muffled shout, squeezing around Adam so tightly that he came quickly after. He buried himself as deep as he could go when he came, painting her insides white.

“Gonna put a triple hybrid baby in you.”

(Name) shuddered.

“Hah!” Adam laughed, still inside of her. “Told you I’m the Dickmaster.”

(Name) rolled her eyes. “Pull out, Adam.”

Adam obliged, snickering when his cum dripped down her inner thigh. He collapsed on top of her and (Name) grunted from his weight. He shifted until his weight was comfortably spread, burying his face in her neck. He kissed a hickey he’d made, admiring his work.

“That was great, sugar tits.”

“Ehh…”

Adam braced himself above her on his elbows, an indignant look on his face.

“The fuck you mean ‘eh’?”

(Name) rolled her eyes. “Fine, it was enjoyable.”

“A bit more than enjoyable if your orgasm was anything to go by,” Adam teased. He cuddled back into the crook of her neck, slipping both of his arms under her back and holding her close.

“I do care about you, you know,” he admitted quietly.

“…I know.”

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violentfucktoydegrader · 5 months

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Men don't use tumblr to find pretty girls. It's to find disgusting girls. I'd take a depraved girl over a pretty girl any day

#r@pe fantasy #r@pe kink #r4p3 m3 #cnc stalking #r4p3 kink #stupid whores #depraved #degredation kink #humiliation kink

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booknerd693 · 19 days

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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begging pleading gouging my eyes out i need you to write piss kink with eddie 😫 he gets off on reader pissing herself when he pushes on her belly please 🙏

sigh it’s finally come to this. we were all expecting it and now the time has come 😵‍💫

tw: bully!eddie/rude!eddie, piss kink, forced pissing, tummy pressing (could be considered dubcon), dacryphilia, smidge of breeding kink, dirty talk.

“eddie — stop, what’re you doing?” you whine, trying to push eddie’s wide palm away from where it’s spread across the pudge of your belly, enough pressure to push down on your very full bladder, “feels like i need to piss, stop.”

eddie grins, continuing to push as his fat cock slides in and out of you, a mess of your release dripping down his balls and pooling on the sheets, “you can hold it, right?” he asks, tone condescending as he thrusts in particularly hard, has your back arching off the mattress and pressing your tummy up into his hand in return.

you look down, your tits jiggling and nipples achingly tight, watch the way his thick fingers dig into the soft fat of your tummy, his hair hanging over his face as he watches his cock fuck into you, splitting you apart and causing more pressure along with his hand. you wail, shaking your head, “dunno, eddie. feel funny.”

the pressure is building like an orgasm, which makes it even more confusing. your tummy blooms with a deep heat, coil winding tight and needing to snap, but you’re holding back. worried you’re gonna make a mess and pee all over his bed, “eddie, please —“ you whine, moaning when the thick head of his cock hits your spongey spot, “i need to, fuck, need to cum.”

eddie’s eyes wander up your body, until he makes contact with your face, and he pouts in a mocking way, “need to cum?” he repeats, and you’re nodding your head. he presses down on your belly again, shoves his cock in harder until he feels the outline of his tip through the skin of your tummy, “guess you’re gonna have to piss yourself too, then.”

“please, eddie, god, please,” you babble, a whine escaping you, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. you’re unsure now if you’re begging him to stop or begging him to keep going. it’s mortifying, that he’s doing this to you. but more so how turned on you are by it, by him forcing you to pee all over him, yourself. make a mess with your stream.

you clench around his length in return and he smirks, free hand gripping onto your cheeks “you gonna piss yourself like a little bitch?” eddie grunts, picking up his pace and slamming into you at a brutal force, enough to have you shifting up the bed, “make it fucking quick, babe. so i can stuff you full of my cum.”

you try to wiggle away, you do. but it’s no use, under the pressure of eddie’s hand engulfing your tummy and pressing down on your bladder, his other hand roaming down your neck, to your tits. he pinches your nipple, pulls on it a little until the tears finally fall from your eyes and stream down your cheeks. the sounds of his cock sinking into your cunt fill the room, along with the harsh slap of skin on skin and the awful noise of his creaky bed.

it builds fast. you’re sweating, crying, digging your nails into eddie’s biceps. trying to hold back but it’s no fucking use — your orgasm hits you at the same time as your bladder unravels, piss mixing with your release and making a mess of the bed. you feel warmth pool underneath you, the loud guffaw that leaves eddie’s open lips as he watches you let go.

he watches in awe as the yellowy fluid sprays his cock, mattes down his pubes, drips onto his sheets and soaks straight through the mattress. his cock blurts out a little precum, unable to hold back how fucking turned on he is by watching you come undone under him like that — completely at his mercy and willing to do whatever he wanted.

“knew you’d do it for me, my desperate little thing.” he’s rude, cock sliding out of you with the sheer wetness your piss leaves down your cunt. you clench your eyes shut, crying properly now, unable to shake the feeling of shame and embarrassment that he’s made you piss the bed like a fucking kid. eddie tuts, runs his cock down your pussy, teases at your wet asshole quickly, before he changes his mind and sinks back in with a groan, “don’t cry, princess. you’re fucking soaking for me.”

the sounds increase tenfold, your sopping pussy dripping with a mixture of fluids. you try to clench your thighs shut, and eddie growls, ripping your legs apart and holding them wide open with heavy hands, sure enough to leave little finger shaped bruises in their wake.

“open your eyes and watch me fuck you,” eddie growls, bringing a hand down to slap at your inner thigh, eliciting a whimper from you. you don’t disobey him, you know better, opening your eyes to look at him — wild eyed and a look on his face you’d never seen before, “fuck, my dirty girl. pissing all over my cock and soaking me — god, you feel good.”

you keen into the praise, not used to it. eddie was mean, never told you what he enjoyed and left you pondering on why he ever wanted to fuck you. so this was different. new. in a good way. you’d let him force you to piss yourself forever if he talked to you like this in return.

your cunt clenches around him, desperate to milk his release from him and dirty your abused cunt further. it works, makes eddie’s hips stutter, “p-please,” you sob, thighs beginning to shake from the strain of having them forced open, “cum in me, i’ve been good,”

“you think?” eddie asks, cock assaulting your gspot with every harsh thrust, slipping out momentarily before he’s shoving back in, right to the hilt, “want me to cum in here? cum deep in your — fuck — pussy like the filthy bitch you are? breed you and fill you with my little trash babies?”

you nod violently, the need to be full of his jizz clouding your senses and fogging your brain. you’re dumb for him, a stupid cunt. you’d let him do what he wanted irregardless of consequences.

eddie’s grip tightens on your thighs, hips stilling as he comes with a grunt, collapsing onto you and biting down on the swell of your tit for good measure. you squeal, trying to shove at him but he doesn’t let up, sucking and licking until he’s satisfied he’ll leave a mark.

you lie there for a moment. the damp cool of your piss and other body fluids starting to make you feel uncomfortable.

it’s not long before he’s forcing you to get dressed and get out. walk home soiled and dirty and leaking him in your jeans. it doesn’t stop you from fingering yourself in the shower after, stuffing yourself deep on the memory of the way he humiliated you.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson #smut #mine #x reader #x you #tw piss #tw piss kink #my fanfic #DEPRAVED #ITS DEPRAVED #DONT LOOK AT ME #you did this anon!!!#bully!eddie

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bunnystalker · 4 months

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boyfriend's dad wesker hcs (18+)

you're sweet and kind, and your boyfriend's dad is... not.

a/n; reader is in their 20's/in college with wesker's kid, jake. wesker is a good dad just not here though! reader is dating jake muller-wesker. albert is a major perv here guys sorry. based on re5 wesker -`♡´-

cw; afab!reader, dom!wesker, lowkey size kink, nonconsensual recording, wesker being a creep, major age gap (12+ years), mentions of smoking and drinking, stalking, breadcrumbing as a manipulation tactic, eventual sex (clit stimulation, fingering, p in v, unsafe sex, cumplay, creampie), dubcon, cheating, grooming (technically), praise and degradation, slight daddy kink (if u squint),

petnames (reader received); dear, darling, sweet girl, dolly

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has never cared for anyone younger than him, let alone someone as young as his son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who takes interest in you after his darling son, Jake, brings you home in a hurry to get to bed. he's working in the living room, waiting for his son to come home.

he's not surprised to see his son rush through the front door, but he is, however, surprised to see he brought someone home. he moves his laptop from his lap to stand up and introduce himself the moment he notices you're there. the look on your face is one he's seen before- desire and the unmistakable reddened scleras from smoking weed, all directed at his dopehead son.

"jacob-"

"later, dad." jake rushes you to the basement, where his room is, and you're gone in an instant. it's clear you're just as high as your little boyfriend, gone off a blunt and some vodka. for some reason, that irks him.

he walks over to jacob's door and leans against it, ready to knock with his knuckles just an inch from the door when he hears something come from you. a moan, then a hushed whisper from jacob telling you to be quiet, and another, softer moan from you.

so maybe his face goes red and he sits there for a moment, focused on the way you sound and how loud you get when you cum. he's just as quiet as he was when he approached his son's room while walking away, forgoing his work and retreating upstairs to fist his half-hard cock.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has a knowing look on his face the next morning, up early as hell just to catch you sneaking out of the house because your dumb boyfriend's still asleep. who's sitting on the couch and sees you looking a little rough, hickies covering your neck and your clothes messed up from your rush to get them on. you're a hungover wreck.

"good morning," his voice startles you, of course it does. you hadn't even noticed him, a residual high from smoking so much weed the night prior making your mind foggy. instead of running, like you want to, you approach the couch, your nerves aflame. why does he look so smug?

"mr. wesker, i-i'm so sorry about last night, it was so rude of me to not introduce myself…" you're blushing. you're intimidated by him and he loves that. he gives you a charming smile and reassures you that it's alright, dear, just hurry to class. he sends you on your way with a pat on your lower back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who asks his son about you later. jake tells him all about you, just as wesker was hoping. while jake is in class, he installs cameras in the house- invisible to the naked eye, of course. he'd hate for you to feel surveillanced and scare you off.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells jake he's working late tonight as an excuse to sit in the parking lot of an abandoned building and watch the cameras from his phone. he pays special attention to the one he angled at the couch as he palms himself to the video feed of you, so cutely sitting there and talking with his son. he doesn't even have to try to spend time alone with you because you're always at his place, anyway.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who adores it when you blush from something he said or did, who wants you all to himself, his son be damned. he compliments your outfits, your hair, your perfume (how can he smell that when you're three feet away?) when your boyfriend isn't around. he'll brush a hand through your hair and murmur something about how soft it is, leaving you red in the face when your boyfriend comes back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who knows it's wrong to want you and doesn't care. he loves the way you give your full attention to him when he's talking, how you pretend that you don't see the looks he gives you, or that you're not affected by the subtle touches and unspoken promises of more. a hand on the small of your back as he passes you, one on the back of your neck as he gives you a tour of the home- something his son neglected to do- his gaze lingering too long on the curve of your throat and waist, his imagination running wild.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who finds a pair of your panties in the wash, presumably forgotten, and takes them for himself. uses them to get off, his tongue on the gusset as he imagines your taste and how you'd clench around him when you cum.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells you that his son isn't good enough for you. who plants seeds of doubt in your head and waters them religiously. you're too oblivious to notice what he's doing, because mr. wesker is so nice, he would never do that to your relationship, right? who tells you that an older man would treat you right, much better than his stupid son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who waits for you to get into a fight with his son about something so he can comfort you after his son storms out of the house, leaving you crying in his bedroom. you don't know what to do, don't know who to turn to, and like an angel, he's there for you. he pulls you into his lap and lets you cry it out, rubbing your back the whole time and whispering sweet nothings in his ear that leave you confused and in need of more comfort, because why does your boyfriend's dad make you feel better than your boyfriend ever has?

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck, and in your vulnerability, trust him with your life. you're putty in his strong arms, his hold secure enough to make you feel safe. he knows you don't mind when one of his hands moves to your thigh, kneading softly to get your blood running south. he feels your face heat up, your hips shifting slightly to mute the gentle throb of your clit. as if you could get away with such a subtle thing like trying to hide your arousal.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who gently forces your thighs to part to accompany his hand. who's been anticipating this, the way you moan into his neck as he thumbs your clit through your panties. how you press into his hand when he slips two fingers in after moving your panties to the side. the way your hands grab at his shirt, your fists clenched around the fabric like you'd die if you let go of him.

"that's my good girl, taking my fingers so well. i know, i know, this is just what you needed, right darling? your legs spread so nice for your boyfriend's daddy." he croons, his lips just centimeters from your ear. the fanning of his breath against your neck, his long fingers in your cunt and the noises they draw out of you- utterly sinful. you know it's wrong, but just thinking about your boyfriend coming home to this sight has your cunt squeezing and aching for more. he knows you want it just as bad as he does, the way you're gripping his fingers like they're his cock. you're close already and he wonders just how long it's been since you've been fucked properly.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who kisses you to keep you from whining when he pulls his fingers out of you to undo his belt and pull his cock out from its cloth confines. who hisses slightly when you stroke him, slightly inexperienced but for him, you're willing to learn. who's so encouraging, holding your hips as you pierce yourself on his cock with little pushback. whose tip nails your cervix and he's not even fully inside. who's fine with that because as much as he wants this, he doesn't want to hurt you. who guides your hips in the way he knows you enjoy, because he's watched your boyfriend move you the same way.

"just like that, dolly. your cunt feels perfect, gotta ruin it for everyone else, don't i? mold it to my cock so you can't cum any other way. you'd like that, right sweet girl?" his nails dig into the meat of your hips, bouncing you at a steady pace. you nod dumbly, the pleasure melting your brain into nothingness. you could get addicted.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who doesn't pull out to cum. he keeps you brainless on his dick, forcing an orgasm out of you as he rubs that spongy spot inside of you. he grins when you moan his name as the pleasure comes crashing through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. he loves that sound.

"t-too much- fuck- please-" you whine, burying your face in his shoulder as he holds your hips steady, thrusting up into you with an unforseen vigor. he's not stopping until you're full of his cum, maybe even crying a little.

"quiet, darling. i'm only doing what's best for you." he hisses, his hips stuttering with stifled groan. you moan in unison, his thick, sticky seed spilling in you, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker who fucks his load so deep inside of you, you're worried it might actually take. who strokes your hair as you remain on his lap, recovering when he's satisfied with himself.

"you're not going to tell my son about this, are you darling?" he runs his fingers through your hair until you're alright to sit up.

"no."

"good girl. come here." he kisses you again, sweeter this time, but you get the feeling that he's never going to let you go.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who refuses to let you out of his grasp, even if you break up with jake. you're not escaping him that easily.

#bunny's fics ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#resident evil #bunnystalker ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil fanfiction #writing #albert wesker smut #albert wesker headcanons #dark content #afab reader #boyfriends dad #boyfriends dad wesker #depraved #dilf lover

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cozycraftzbl · 6 months

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Look at this dingus. This is the most depraved creature I’ve ever brought into existence. It fills me with such a deep uncertainty. Do I give them legs? Leave them to float in the void? Just start over from scratch? Idk. I’ve grown too attached to unravel it now. This thing haunts my every thought.

#crochet #amigurumi #depraved #what have i done #my creation #uncertainty #borzoi #ghost borzoi #it haunts me #dingus #goofy ahh #i have regrets #crochet plush #amigurumi plush #ghost

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al-911 · 2 months

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An oubliette (from French oublier meaning to forget) or bottle dungeon is a basement room which is accessible only from a hatch or hole (an angstloch) in a high ceiling.

That, I am afraid my dear, is what you find yourself in. Jump as you might, you simply are not reaching that hatch in the ceiling.

This oubliette is much nicer than the medieval kind with which it shares it's name. It is padded, and lit, has a bed and seating area, a fully fitted bathroom. Small, but cosy, you'll be comfortable here.

You just won't leave.

What kind of torturer simply leaves his captive to live in comfort, you ask? Oh, there is a twist, don't you worry.

This dungeon can be filled with two substances. From the ceiling hatch, a gas which will heighten your senses.

From hidden grills on the floor, a liquid with similar properties which when combined with the gas, will cause unbearable sensitivity.

Won't you drown? No, I don't want that. When the liquid begins to rise, a full fave scuba mask will drop from the ceiling hatch, providing air indefinitely. The way to escape the liquid will be to climb into the apparatus which slides from the wall when a depth of 6 inches is reached. About ankle depth...

This apparatus looks like a bed with a sleeping bag on it. You will climb in, and zip it up,.before moving your arms to your sides to press two buttons which tell the machine you are in position.

The bed will then be retracted into the circular hole in the wall, and the hatch will close behind you, protecting you from the liquid.

The sleeping bag will then inflate, pressing in from all sides, suspending and immobilising you in the centre of the tube you now reside in. Safe from the sensitivity, left to relax in the dark confines of the apparatus.

Of course, then you'll sense the hatch at the foot end of the tube opening. You will begin to squeal as your toes are restrained, and you will realise the cost of escaping full body immersion in the fluid is your soles having been immersed in it...

And then your real torture will begin.

Why are you here? Don't ask me, I just work here. Now, get comfortable. I've got some other guests to take care of while you take some nice deep breaths of the gas. Remember: climb into the device once it opens to you.

You don't want to know what happens if you wait until you're fully immersed in the serum.

#tickling #tickletorture #ticklish #tickles #tickle kink #tied up #soles #feet #tickle #mummified #oubliette #dungeon #depraved #evil

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mushabumi · 1 year

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"The Thing that Lurks"

Monster smut. Tentacle monster that lives under the bed decides to join two women for some fun.

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“The Thing that Lurks”

A thud at the door. Bodies in need banging against the wood and the rattling of keys. It watches, always watches, and waits. It enjoys when she has company.

A creak as they enter, a slam as the world is sealed away. Hands upon thighs and under shirts. They kiss. Tongues in need, velvet soft, weaving together all while it waited and watched.

Springs creak as they fall on the mattress. A rush of sighs and moans elate it. Anticipation brings it forward from where it lives to watch. It was tired of watching. It wanted to touch. To feel.

She knew it lurked in her room, but never engaged with it. A trick of the light, she would say. She needed more sleep, her friend would say. All while it listened and lurked under her bed. It was fond of her. The way she read out loud sometimes, and the way she kicked her feet in the air while the music played. It would curl around her as she slept sometimes, relishing the way she held it tight. The soft breaths she made as she slept. It enjoyed her. Knew her. It wanted her to see.

Clothes slip to the floor and she is laid bare. Another woman above her, thick with muscle and dripping with need. She was busy with a bare breast, slowly teasing, aching to be filled. It obliged. A tendril emerged from under the bed, hidden from sight except from her. It curved around the new woman’s back. A whisper of touch along her spine all as she watched. The stranger moaned at the touch and arched into it. An invitation. It curved toward her breast and teased. Soft, then slowly suctioning a nipple. A deep moan and another arch, all while she watched. She reached toward it and touched, feeling the velvet softness of its skin. She shook her head and cupped the woman’s face, tilting it a deep kiss, all as she watched another tendril reach toward her. She closed her eyes and held the woman, hands roaming her things and spanking her. She bit the stranger’s lip as she felt something caress her cheek.

Her eyes snapped open. It moved to her round lips and begged for entrance. She slipped her tongue over it and sighed as she sucked. It undulated inside her mouth, basking in the sweetness of her cries and it wanted more.

She felt another at her nipple, slowly suctioning in time with the one in her mouth. Another careening up her thighs and dragging across the mess running down her thighs before entering her.

The stranger’s eyes widened as she saw a tendril of darkness filling her lover’s mouth. Her tongue slipped around it, eyes closed in ecstasy as it moved inside her mouth. The stranger leaned forward and kissed the tentacle just below the woman’s mouth. Their tongues slipped off the entity and found each other. The suctioning at her nipple became harder, and she felt another join her empty breast. She writhed against the woman, desperate for friction, moaning as the tendril slipped between their mouths. She felt another at her entrance, lapping at her dripping ache, before pushing inside her. She pushed her breasts against the other woman and kissed and kissed. She lost herself in the undulation of mouths and tongues and gnashing bites as she rode the entity inside of her.

It lost itself in the feeling of their tongues worshipping it. The soft wetness of them as it entered and pushed. The cries and sighs of their desperation. It felt her hands rubbing it between the women. Nimble fingers down its shaft and placing it between them so they could ride it as they kissed it. The three of them a tangle of limbs and it was elated. It pumped inside them, growing in thickness until it felt them clench against it. It pushed deeper, sucking their nipples and worshipping their mouths and lost itself. It had been starved for so long. So long without being touched. It couldn’t stop.

The stranger began shaking first. Her walls trembled as she climbed her orgasm and released with a gasp. Tears ran down her cheeks as it entered her again, gentler than before, urging her to another release.

The woman, the object of its fantasy, pushed the stranger on her back and began rocking above her. She grabbed the woman’s hands and placed them on her breasts as they bounced. She lifted her ass in invitation and cried out as it plunged deeper than before. She rode it with a punishing pace and it couldn’t help moving away from the stranger to plunge into her mouth once more and wrapping around her neck, then chest, and settling between her folds as she rocked against it. Its thicker appendage kept up with her punishing pace and pause as the stranger spanked her ass. It resumed, thrilled as the other woman kneaded her ass and thighs and sucked her throat. She’d place ravenous kisses onto it as she worked on the woman above her. Moaning as it pounded against her walls.

It was distracted, shaking as it resumed its task. Another tentacle emerged and spanked the woman as she rocked her ass against him. She released a cry as he entered her ass, and another as the stranger snaked a finger to her clit. As a team they worked to render her incoherent and drooling. She arched her back with a cry that drove it over the edge. All of its appendages released a thick, warm spray inside the women. It felt them come with it and slumped onto the mattress. It curled around them and held them. Satiated at last.

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