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i keep thinkin about agreeing 2 go 2 a rave with some random guy since he’ll buy the tickets n give me free drugs. Only to get way way way too stoned in his car, to the point where he’s able to convince me to bend over the back seat and try taking the molly up my ass. “Come on dont you want to have fun?” He’ll say as he pushes me over the back of the seat, pulling my panties down. He’ll lube my asshole as I moan fromt he shock of the experience, putting the first pill in no problem. I ask if he’s put it in yet and he says no, even as I start to come up...he just tells me i must be feeling good because I’m really such a slut for anal. This is what I wanted all along huh? Well don’t worry, he’s going to make me feel extra good soon...he presses the second pill in and tells me it won’t stay in...he’s got to push it deeper....i can feel my ass stretching from him pressing his fat cock into me, i cry out but I’m already too high to form coherent words...not to mention every time i try he slams into me making me whimper like a dumb bitch. He’s sure to remind me what a dumb anal slut I am, how I’m his little rave cock slut for the night now...he paid for me to have fun so now I have to make sure he has fun too. He moans as he tells me he’s filling up my ass...then plugs me with a tail plug to make sure nothing falls out once we’re inside, making sure to wipe himself down with a wet wipe. I can’t find my panties and my body is absolutely overwhelmed with sensation, part of me feels humiliated to stand in line and get patted down wearing an obvious butt plug tail, but I’m really too fucked up to get out of the situation now. He’s showing me off like an object to his friends, lifting my skirt and showing them how he plugged me while they laugh. For an hour he molests me on the dance floor before I feel him getting hard again. He growls in my ear how hot it is that my stomach is full of his cum. I don’t want to feel aroused but I’m so high and he’s been teasing me with his hands for so long.... I can feel him take his cock out and start rubbing it inbetween my legs, asking me if I’m on birth control. When I tell him I’m not, he moans rubbing is cock on the outside of my wet pussy, promising me he won’t put it in...but as the music picks up so does the pace of his thrusting, eventually he groans as he ‘accidentally’ forces his cock into my warm cunt....I can’t help cumming, over and over...too hard to stop anything, even as he forces my head down and grabs my tail plug and fucks me so obviously that people start to laugh and film in disgust. He fucks me for a long time, matching the pace of the music, telling me I’m his bitch now...that it’s my fault he has to fill all my holes with his cum. But I’m going to look so cute with my belly swollen and pregnant. As he gets close again, he growls in my ear how this is it...there’s no going back from being his little breeding whore...filling up my cunt nice and deep to make sure I take every drop.
A story for the “college uniformed classmates” anon. If you enjoy this story, please consider buying me a coffee. 💝
My first semester in college was rough. I had moved two states away from my family and was desperately lonely. Luckily an acquaintance from my hometown had also come to the private college, and he had become my new best friend. Handsome in a non-intimidating way, especially in his uniform tie & jacket, and comforting in his confidence. At the end of classes that first semester I sat with him in his dorm room, and told him I was worried about the upcoming party season. The boys had been grabby and mean to me already, and I was worried about trying to date when I was so shy and inexperienced. He stroked my arm reassuringly and said, “A lot of us boys get nervous too. We act like assholes to mask the fact that we don’t know how to treat girls.” I admitted that I didn’t really know what I wanted out of a boy. I’d only had one boyfriend in high school, and our sex didn’t go well. I didn’t even really know what I liked. His hand on my arm became still, and I felt him lean closer. “Would you like me to help you find out?” Something inside me awoke, sending needy tingles into my pussy, while I told myself what a risky idea it was. After a moment I did ask for his help, and he reached over to caress my breast through my uniform shirt, and softly asked, “Does this feel good?” Blushing but not moving away from his touch, I said yes. He groped again, harder, and I heard myself whimper in pleasure. “And this, is this nice too?” He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. Heart racing, I nodded, too aroused to stop him. He unbuttoned my shirt, putting his mouth on me. “How’s this feel, baby? Do you like when I suck on your nipples?” I closed my eyes, nodding. “You have nice big nipples. So easy to suck. And bite. And twist.” I cried out as he pulled on them. Felt my pussy start to throb. Nervous but excited, I let him lay me down on the sofa. “Now let’s see what your little pussy likes.” Blushing, I giggled as he pushed my plaid skirt up, then pulled my panties down. “Fuck, your pussy is beautiful. Look how pink and soft you are.” Felt his fingers spread me open and I moaned. “Oh, you like it when I open you up? Does it feel good to have your little cunt spread and inspected?” Panting, I nodded and said yes. He moved in and began licking, moaning as he did. I groaned as he ate me. My legs shook as his hot tongue fondled my folds and circled my sensitive clit. My hands grabbed and pulled at my skirt, ruining the pleats as I tried to watch him. “That’s a good girl. You like it when I suck your little clit?” No one had ever given me oral attention before, and in a shaking voice I told him so. He scoffed. “Unacceptable. A boyfriend should eat your pretty little pussy every chance he gets. Listen to the sounds you make,” he pushed two fingers inside me, licking my clit at the same time. I groaned, I cried out, and my pussy started to throb around him. He moaned as I came in his mouth, fingering me until I dripped. Shaking, almost crying, legs weak, I calmed slowly as he whispered, “Good, shh, that’s it. Good girl. So nice and wet.” I felt a new pressure on my pussy, and I peered down nervously. My friend had flipped his tie over his shoulder and unzipped his slacks - his cock lay throbbing on my exposed cunt. I whimpered. He stroked the length up and down my slippery lips. Uncircumcised, thick, and deep pink with restraint, oozing precum that he rubbed into my wetness with his strokes. “Do you like my cock?” I nodded, suddenly needy again. I knew my pussy was small, and sex with my boyfriend had hurt, and I told him so. He fit the head of his cock into my soaking wet opening. I covered my mouth as a whimper escaped. “Don’t be scared. You’re so wet for me… you’re so ready for my cock to slide inside you. It’s okay.” He pushed forward, stretching my little hole little by little until he suddenly slid a few inches inside me. He felt completely different than my boyfriend had- he was thicker, hotter. “How does that feel? Do you like the way my cock feels inside you?” I whimpered about how big he was, how it felt he wouldn’t fit. He pumped in and out of me slowly, groaning as he did. I felt him pushing a little deeper every time, almost reaching my limit. I whined that this wasn’t a safe time. He nodded, but didn’t pull out. “You feel so nice and wet. Doesn’t my big, bare cock feel so good inside you?” I nodded, moaning that I’d never felt anything so deep. He rolled my clit under his thumb, making me tremble as another orgasm pulsed through my body. “Good girl, that’s right… cum on my cock… fuck, you feel so good shaking like that.” He thrust in and out of my pussy in long and smooth motions, both of us panting. “God, your little cunt feels so good. Look at how well you take my cock… so deep into your pussy… Fuck yes, baby, you like getting fucked while you cum?” I nodded as I groaned, achingly full of his cock, shaking with aftershocks. I felt so special, so warm from his attention. “You like my raw dick inside you? Feeling it fill you up? You like fucking me instead of a high school idiot?” I whimpered yes as he pounded deep. Whimpered yes as he pulled me into his lap. Whimpered yes as he sat me up to ride him. No more thrusting, just rocking my wet pussy on his cock. Skirt bunched up over my hips, my tie swinging between my breasts. He swore, feeling my cervix grind open on his dick, while I leaned onto his shoulders for stability. “God, you’re gonna make me cum soon, baby, do you want that? You want to make me cum with your tight pussy? Fuck, yes… yes, that’s it…” I rolled my hips into him, moaning yes, pressing my womb against him, desperate to feel him cum. “Don’t stop, baby. Just like that… fuck me just like that, yes…” I sank down one more time, cervix spread over his cockhead, and he held me there. “Fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming inside you… Fuck… I can’t stop. I can’t stop, baby, I’m gonna get you pregnant… fuck…” His cock throbbed hard, and I groaned in surprise as waves of cum filled me. I whimpered, rocking against him, feeling him inside my uterus. “Oh God, yes… fuck… do you like that? Do you like getting filled with my cum? You like taking it deep… all the way into your womb?” He held me down to him and pushed his load as deep as he could, lost in pleasure. I felt lightheaded. I felt wanted. My cervix closed, keeping his cum inside, and he continued to fill my pussy with his cum for another minute. I laid still on him until he leaned me back down on the bed, pulling his soft cock out and inspecting me. His cum slid slowly out, staining my uniform skirt, and he stroked it through my folds, making me gasp again. “That was risky, baby. I was so deep inside you, and you made me cum so damn much… but you liked it, didn’t you? You liked feeling a man cum inside you, filling your little cunt, making it his. Now you know what to ask your dates to do for you.” I nodded, reassured. I thanked him for helping me discover what I liked.
ghost the 'invisible' demon
your 7-11 run gets interesting
kinktober 2021
fyi; m! demon x f! reader; no fandom; 6739 ; w2217; if the text is bracketed ~like this~, only the reader can hear it; established relationship; on film; exhibitionism/public sex; cursing; pregnant sex; kissing ; breeding kink mentioned; jealous/ possessive behavior; soft/tender sex; fluff and smut; blood sucking (very, very minor); slight description in text but he can be whoever you want
~yn.~
You stiffen, eyes widening for a moment as you tap your card to the reader.
"Cold night," the cashier says, shivering a bit as they hand over your receipt and hot chocolate mix. "Hate this time of year."
~He's flirting.~
"Veil's the thinnest," you deadpan, packing everything into your tote bag. "All those creepy night creatures really drop the temperature."
~You're flirting.~
The cashier laughs nervously, nodding along before he asks, "You like ghosts, then?"
~He wants to fuck you... I'm standing right here and he wants to fuck you.~
"My boyfriend's a ghost."
"Oh."
"Well. He's called Ghost."
"Ooohh. He sells over on 5th, right?"
"No. He's... he's a dog trainer. Guard dogs, you know... real hellhounds."
~You're the fucking worst,~ Ghost sighs, leaning next to you on the counter.
His claws graze the plastic top and you watch the cashier react, his eyes darting to the counter to see three fresh scratches.
"Anyway- thanks. Have a good night, yeah?"
"Uh- yeah- "
You leave quickly, feeling the chill of Ghost behind you as you make your way around the side of the building. "You're far from home, aren't you?"
"You're my home," he tells you as he follows you toward your car.
"Jesus, Ghost," you laugh, tossing your purse into the backseat. "You're killing me."
He fills the space behind you, hand settling on your lower stomach as he fits himself into you. It’s a cold embrace on a colder night, but you find comfort in it and your eyes fall closed as you relax into him.
"It's true, though," he murmurs. "You're carrying my spaw- son. And if I have my way you'll always have a little bit of me inside you"
"Gross."
"Mmhm," he intones, kissing the shell of your ear. "Your desire to be bred is what got us into this mess."
"It's a mess, huh?"
"Will be... don't want it with anyone but you, though. My sweet little human."
You sigh, holding back a smile. "What do you want, Ghost?"
"I wanna fuck you right here, yn. Against that wall - so that little cashier knows who the fuck you belong to."
"I didn't realize you were the jealous type."
"You're pregnant," he tells you, as though it explains something.
As he continues to kiss at your ear and down your throat, you consider that it just might explain something. You’ve learned that half-demon children aren't particularly common - especially sons. It makes perfect sense for him to be over protective.
"That wall, huh?"
He pulls you away from the car, shutting the door as he spins you and presses you against the cool metal. One of his large hands comes up to cradle your face, thumb brushing the curve of your cheek fondly.
"The one with their camera trained on it?"
"Yeah," he kisses you "I'll take care of it."
"Call me baby and I'll do it."
He chuckles, "That easy, baby? I'll have to keep that in mind."
You sigh at the endearment, tilting your chin up for a kiss as you say, "Yeah. That easy."
Ghost chuckles as he backs you up against the wall. He gathers the skirt of your dress in his fist and tugs it over your hips as you all kiss. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him close as he plants a foot between yours and ghosts his unoccupied hands over your thighs. You sigh contentedly when he skims his fingers to your body and caresses your stomach before his thick fingers brush down and over your underwear.
"Ghost," you murmurs, whimpering when he pushes them to the side and drags between your lower lips.
"So fucking hot," he breathes, kissing down your throat. "So wet for me already, baby."
You hug him closer, tilting your head for him to kiss at your jaw and shoulder. "Always."
He hums a response, rubbing his fingers back and forth from your clit to your hole, taking advantage of how desperate your body has been for him and teasing you until your begging him to fuck you, your body angling to rub against his desperately.
"Look at the camera, baby."
You whimper, blinking a few times before tilting your head to lock your gaze on the camera lens.
"Good girl," he tells you, ghosting your hole.
"Ghost- please - haaa," you pant as he presses his fingers inside you, your jaw going slack as you continue to look at the camera.
He fucks you slowly, sucking at your throat, and you can't help but imagine what you might look like - pressed up against the wall with your legs spread wide and skirt up over your hips. Your expression lewd and gaze fixed as you get fingered to orgasm next to 7-11 dumpsters like some sort of whore. About to get fucked by some invisible force.
You tremble in desire and feel your cunt squeezing around his fingers, desperate for just a little more.
"Don't stop, don't stop- so close, baby."
His thumb brushes your clit, teasing as he pushes another finger inside.
"That's it," he breathes, feeling your walls spasm around his fingers. "Cum for me."
You gasp, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. "Ghost! Sta-stop-"
He fucks you through it, innocently soothing you with soft sounds and praises until you come down. But, there’s a smile on his lips when he presses a kiss to your forehead and tauntingly asks, "Ready for my cock?"
You whimper and nod, body still jerkily trembling from your orgasm and his continued teasing.
"I know, I know. How long have I been training this messy cunt to take it?"
You moan as he pushes his thick figures back inside you. "Please...Ghost- Stop teasing and fuck me," you beg, tilting your head back to let him kiss at your neck. "Wanna feel you inside."
"Mmm," he intones, his deep voice vibrating against your throat.
Kissing up your neck, he pumps his fingers slowly, conscious of your swollen, sensitive walls, clouding your mind with lust and desire that he feeds on with drunken fervor. He breathes your name when he reaches your ear, teeth teasing the lobe before saying, "Don't wanna hurt you."
"What? You won’t, babe, just-"
He kisses you softly, fingers slipping out of your cunt while the other comes up to brush hair away from your face, palm settling atop your head affectionately. "Wanna turn around for me?"
"Yes," you breathe.
"Yeah? Good girl... brace your hands on the wall- hips out, feet apart."
He pinches the swell of your bum before again pushing your panties to the side. "Such a good girl for me, yn... Always, baby..."
He rubs the head of his cock across the backs of your thighs, his pre-cum glossing over the soft, plush fat there. You shiver, but it doesn't matter because he finally pushes into your hole, his cock stretching you open deliciously. And you all share a moan, your hips pushing back toward him as you lean deeper into the wall. "Ghooosstt."
"Relax," he tells you, thrusting slowly as he grips your hips. "Keep looking at the camera, baby."
You do, watching the red light watching you. The thought of the cashier still watching, his cock hardening at the sight of you getting fucked by nothing, leaves you desperate for your lover to fuck you properly.
So, you beg, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," mouthing each word so that the cashier understands.
Ghost growls, thrusts coming faster, hips angled to fuck you just right, his cock streching your hole like it's the first time every time and it’s blissful. Leaving your body trembling with need.
"Made just for me," he bites, letting go of your hips and leaning into you.
His hands settle beside yours, chest weighing into your back just enough to ground you, to remind you just how strong the demon fucking you is - even if you can't see him half the time. The angle changes, his fat cock filling every inch of you, leaving you whimpering, open mouthed as you struggle to keep your eyes open and on the camera.
You moan his name, whining when you realize how close you are.
"Cum for me," he encourages, feeling your walls trembling around him. "Come on, baby-"
"Ghost."
"-show that little human that your body belongs to a power so fucking higher than him that he can’t even see it - good girl. That's it.
"Ha, yeah, fuck yourself back on my cock. Just like that."
He groans, the sound causing you to go weak in the knees. But, Ghost knows every inch of your body far too well. He draws an arm around you, mindful of the life growing in your stomach as he supports most of your weight. His other hand caresses your stomach, cool and soft despite the texture of his skin.
"So fucking good," he murmurs, hand continuing down your stomach to rub your clit.
"Don'stop," you pant, arms folding to brace your face against the wall. "Love it, baby. Don't stop - I'm so close."
"I know. So desperate for my cock, huh? Body's so fucking needy and sensitive for your mate all the time?"
"Yeah."
He laughs, murmuring in his mother tongue before breathing, "Come on, baby. Cum so I can fill you up... Show me how badly you want it even when your sweet little body is already swollen with my seed-"
You groan, hating it when he says it that way, but his fingers draw the orgasm out of you, leaving you a moaning mess as he fucks you through it, his language spilling from his mouth in tones that spell out devotion and draw tears to your eyes.
"yn-"
"'m fine. Just don'stop. Love it... love it when you fill me up, baby, please-"
You gasp when you feel his cook throb in you just before he cums, your cunt squeezing out every drop as he fucks into you, slow and steady as he buries himself as deep inside you as he can before he pulls you back against his chest. "Stay for a second-"
"Wanna cum in me again?"
"Wasn't enough for you?" He teases, the both of you feeling his cum leak out of you despite being plugged full of his cock. "I'll fuck you to sleep when we get home, k?"
"I want hot chocolate when we get home."
"Sweet girl," he sighs, kissing your shoulder before easing out of you and helping you to right your clothes. "Whatever you want."
You turn toward him, your arms twisting up around his neck as your body weighs as much as you can into his given your stomach. "I can feel your cum on my thighs."
"Sexy."
You laugh, pressing up on your tiptoes for a kiss he grants, soft and sweet.
"I gotta take care of that footage," he tells you quietly. "You wanna wait for me or head home?"
"Wait. Can't drive yet. Legs are too weak."
He chuckles, thumb brushing the curve of your cheek. "I love you," he says, the words so obviously funny in his mouth.
"I know," you smile, just barely making him out in your mind's eye- he's almost always a blur of darkness, glowing at the edges, with eyes like starlight. His teeth are the same, two rows of sharp white that have taken too many bites of you to count.
"Good," he tells you, hand trailing down your chest and stomach before he reaches up to wrap his fingers around your wrist. His claws brush the bite mark he maintains there, causing you to tremble excitedly, and you can practically see his smirk. He brings it up to his mouth, teeth teasing the mark before he kisses it. "I'll be back in a second."
"Try not to miss me," you tease, fingers brushing the smooth, scaled skin of his face.
He laughs, a purring sound coming from him as he snuggles into your touch. It leaves you smiling as he lets you go, loving the sound of him loving you more than his words. "Get in the car before I go."
"You know I grew up here, right? I'm hardly afraid."
"Baby," he sighs, knowing good and well how much you love it when he calls you that.
"Ok, Ok."
He opens the car door and you slide in, looking up toward him fondly. "It's kind of cool that you can leave home now."
"Yeah."
"I wonder how far you can go."
"Wherever you are... I was bound to the house before."
"And now you're bound to me?"
He leans in for a kiss. "You got it, babe-"
You sigh contentedly. "I like the sound of that…Hurry, ok? 'M sleepy. And I want coco. And cuddles."
"Are you flirting with me?" He asks, a smile in his voice.
"Always, Ghost," you wink in his direction, feeling him pull away as he laughs.
"Hey, wait," you call out, tilting your chin for a kiss, hand coming up to grip his face when his lips meet yours.
"You belong to me, too."
You feel him smile, see his pink tongue brush over his teeth before he offers another quick kiss, nicking your lip in the process. He purs again, trembling at the taste of your blood before you let him go.
"I always have."
ghost the 'invisible' demon
your 7-11 run gets interesting
kinktober 2021
fyi; m! demon x f! reader; no fandom; 6739 ; w2217; if the text is bracketed ~like this~, only the reader can hear it; established relationship; on film; exhibitionism/public sex; cursing; pregnant sex; kissing ; breeding kink mentioned; jealous/ possessive behavior; soft/tender sex; fluff and smut; blood sucking (very, very minor); slight description in text but he can be whoever you want
~yn.~
You stiffen, eyes widening for a moment as you tap your card to the reader.
"Cold night," the cashier says, shivering a bit as they hand over your receipt and hot chocolate mix. "Hate this time of year."
~He's flirting.~
"Veil's the thinnest," you deadpan, packing everything into your tote bag. "All those creepy night creatures really drop the temperature."
~You're flirting.~
The cashier laughs nervously, nodding along before he asks, "You like ghosts, then?"
~He wants to fuck you... I'm standing right here and he wants to fuck you.~
"My boyfriend's a ghost."
"Oh."
"Well. He's called Ghost."
"Ooohh. He sells over on 5th, right?"
"No. He's... he's a dog trainer. Guard dogs, you know... real hellhounds."
~You're the fucking worst,~ Ghost sighs, leaning next to you on the counter.
His claws graze the plastic top and you watch the cashier react, his eyes darting to the counter to see three fresh scratches.
"Anyway- thanks. Have a good night, yeah?"
"Uh- yeah- "
You leave quickly, feeling the chill of Ghost behind you as you make your way around the side of the building. "You're far from home, aren't you?"
"You're my home," he tells you as he follows you toward your car.
"Jesus, Ghost," you laugh, tossing your purse into the backseat. "You're killing me."
He fills the space behind you, hand settling on your lower stomach as he fits himself into you. It’s a cold embrace on a colder night, but you find comfort in it and your eyes fall closed as you relax into him.
"It's true, though," he murmurs. "You're carrying my spaw- son. And if I have my way you'll always have a little bit of me inside you"
"Gross."
"Mmhm," he intones, kissing the shell of your ear. "Your desire to be bred is what got us into this mess."
"It's a mess, huh?"
"Will be... don't want it with anyone but you, though. My sweet little human."
You sigh, holding back a smile. "What do you want, Ghost?"
"I wanna fuck you right here, yn. Against that wall - so that little cashier knows who the fuck you belong to."
"I didn't realize you were the jealous type."
"You're pregnant," he tells you, as though it explains something.
As he continues to kiss at your ear and down your throat, you consider that it just might explain something. You’ve learned that half-demon children aren't particularly common - especially sons. It makes perfect sense for him to be over protective.
"That wall, huh?"
He pulls you away from the car, shutting the door as he spins you and presses you against the cool metal. One of his large hands comes up to cradle your face, thumb brushing the curve of your cheek fondly.
"The one with their camera trained on it?"
"Yeah," he kisses you "I'll take care of it."
"Call me baby and I'll do it."
He chuckles, "That easy, baby? I'll have to keep that in mind."
You sigh at the endearment, tilting your chin up for a kiss as you say, "Yeah. That easy."
Ghost chuckles as he backs you up against the wall. He gathers the skirt of your dress in his fist and tugs it over your hips as you all kiss. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him close as he plants a foot between yours and ghosts his unoccupied hands over your thighs. You sigh contentedly when he skims his fingers to your body and caresses your stomach before his thick fingers brush down and over your underwear.
"Ghost," you murmurs, whimpering when he pushes them to the side and drags between your lower lips.
"So fucking hot," he breathes, kissing down your throat. "So wet for me already, baby."
You hug him closer, tilting your head for him to kiss at your jaw and shoulder. "Always."
He hums a response, rubbing his fingers back and forth from your clit to your hole, taking advantage of how desperate your body has been for him and teasing you until your begging him to fuck you, your body angling to rub against his desperately.
"Look at the camera, baby."
You whimper, blinking a few times before tilting your head to lock your gaze on the camera lens.
"Good girl," he tells you, ghosting your hole.
"Ghost- please - haaa," you pant as he presses his fingers inside you, your jaw going slack as you continue to look at the camera.
He fucks you slowly, sucking at your throat, and you can't help but imagine what you might look like - pressed up against the wall with your legs spread wide and skirt up over your hips. Your expression lewd and gaze fixed as you get fingered to orgasm next to 7-11 dumpsters like some sort of whore. About to get fucked by some invisible force.
You tremble in desire and feel your cunt squeezing around his fingers, desperate for just a little more.
"Don't stop, don't stop- so close, baby."
His thumb brushes your clit, teasing as he pushes another finger inside.
"That's it," he breathes, feeling your walls spasm around his fingers. "Cum for me."
You gasp, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. "Ghost! Sta-stop-"
He fucks you through it, innocently soothing you with soft sounds and praises until you come down. But, there’s a smile on his lips when he presses a kiss to your forehead and tauntingly asks, "Ready for my cock?"
You whimper and nod, body still jerkily trembling from your orgasm and his continued teasing.
"I know, I know. How long have I been training this messy cunt to take it?"
You moan as he pushes his thick figures back inside you. "Please...Ghost- Stop teasing and fuck me," you beg, tilting your head back to let him kiss at your neck. "Wanna feel you inside."
"Mmm," he intones, his deep voice vibrating against your throat.
Kissing up your neck, he pumps his fingers slowly, conscious of your swollen, sensitive walls, clouding your mind with lust and desire that he feeds on with drunken fervor. He breathes your name when he reaches your ear, teeth teasing the lobe before saying, "Don't wanna hurt you."
"What? You won’t, babe, just-"
He kisses you softly, fingers slipping out of your cunt while the other comes up to brush hair away from your face, palm settling atop your head affectionately. "Wanna turn around for me?"
"Yes," you breathe.
"Yeah? Good girl... brace your hands on the wall- hips out, feet apart."
He pinches the swell of your bum before again pushing your panties to the side. "Such a good girl for me, yn... Always, baby..."
He rubs the head of his cock across the backs of your thighs, his pre-cum glossing over the soft, plush fat there. You shiver, but it doesn't matter because he finally pushes into your hole, his cock stretching you open deliciously. And you all share a moan, your hips pushing back toward him as you lean deeper into the wall. "Ghooosstt."
"Relax," he tells you, thrusting slowly as he grips your hips. "Keep looking at the camera, baby."
You do, watching the red light watching you. The thought of the cashier still watching, his cock hardening at the sight of you getting fucked by nothing, leaves you desperate for your lover to fuck you properly.
So, you beg, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," mouthing each word so that the cashier understands.
Ghost growls, thrusts coming faster, hips angled to fuck you just right, his cock streching your hole like it's the first time every time and it’s blissful. Leaving your body trembling with need.
"Made just for me," he bites, letting go of your hips and leaning into you.
His hands settle beside yours, chest weighing into your back just enough to ground you, to remind you just how strong the demon fucking you is - even if you can't see him half the time. The angle changes, his fat cock filling every inch of you, leaving you whimpering, open mouthed as you struggle to keep your eyes open and on the camera.
You moan his name, whining when you realize how close you are.
"Cum for me," he encourages, feeling your walls trembling around him. "Come on, baby-"
"Ghost."
"-show that little human that your body belongs to a power so fucking higher than him that he can’t even see it - good girl. That's it.
"Ha, yeah, fuck yourself back on my cock. Just like that."
He groans, the sound causing you to go weak in the knees. But, Ghost knows every inch of your body far too well. He draws an arm around you, mindful of the life growing in your stomach as he supports most of your weight. His other hand caresses your stomach, cool and soft despite the texture of his skin.
"So fucking good," he murmurs, hand continuing down your stomach to rub your clit.
"Don'stop," you pant, arms folding to brace your face against the wall. "Love it, baby. Don't stop - I'm so close."
"I know. So desperate for my cock, huh? Body's so fucking needy and sensitive for your mate all the time?"
"Yeah."
He laughs, murmuring in his mother tongue before breathing, "Come on, baby. Cum so I can fill you up... Show me how badly you want it even when your sweet little body is already swollen with my seed-"
You groan, hating it when he says it that way, but his fingers draw the orgasm out of you, leaving you a moaning mess as he fucks you through it, his language spilling from his mouth in tones that spell out devotion and draw tears to your eyes.
"yn-"
"'m fine. Just don'stop. Love it... love it when you fill me up, baby, please-"
You gasp when you feel his cook throb in you just before he cums, your cunt squeezing out every drop as he fucks into you, slow and steady as he buries himself as deep inside you as he can before he pulls you back against his chest. "Stay for a second-"
"Wanna cum in me again?"
"Wasn't enough for you?" He teases, the both of you feeling his cum leak out of you despite being plugged full of his cock. "I'll fuck you to sleep when we get home, k?"
"I want hot chocolate when we get home."
"Sweet girl," he sighs, kissing your shoulder before easing out of you and helping you to right your clothes. "Whatever you want."
You turn toward him, your arms twisting up around his neck as your body weighs as much as you can into his given your stomach. "I can feel your cum on my thighs."
"Sexy."
You laugh, pressing up on your tiptoes for a kiss he grants, soft and sweet.
"I gotta take care of that footage," he tells you quietly. "You wanna wait for me or head home?"
"Wait. Can't drive yet. Legs are too weak."
He chuckles, thumb brushing the curve of your cheek. "I love you," he says, the words so obviously funny in his mouth.
"I know," you smile, just barely making him out in your mind's eye- he's almost always a blur of darkness, glowing at the edges, with eyes like starlight. His teeth are the same, two rows of sharp white that have taken too many bites of you to count.
"Good," he tells you, hand trailing down your chest and stomach before he reaches up to wrap his fingers around your wrist. His claws brush the bite mark he maintains there, causing you to tremble excitedly, and you can practically see his smirk. He brings it up to his mouth, teeth teasing the mark before he kisses it. "I'll be back in a second."
"Try not to miss me," you tease, fingers brushing the smooth, scaled skin of his face.
He laughs, a purring sound coming from him as he snuggles into your touch. It leaves you smiling as he lets you go, loving the sound of him loving you more than his words. "Get in the car before I go."
"You know I grew up here, right? I'm hardly afraid."
"Baby," he sighs, knowing good and well how much you love it when he calls you that.
"Ok, Ok."
He opens the car door and you slide in, looking up toward him fondly. "It's kind of cool that you can leave home now."
"Yeah."
"I wonder how far you can go."
"Wherever you are... I was bound to the house before."
"And now you're bound to me?"
He leans in for a kiss. "You got it, babe-"
You sigh contentedly. "I like the sound of that…Hurry, ok? 'M sleepy. And I want coco. And cuddles."
"Are you flirting with me?" He asks, a smile in his voice.
"Always, Ghost," you wink in his direction, feeling him pull away as he laughs.
"Hey, wait," you call out, tilting your chin for a kiss, hand coming up to grip his face when his lips meet yours.
"You belong to me, too."
You feel him smile, see his pink tongue brush over his teeth before he offers another quick kiss, nicking your lip in the process. He purs again, trembling at the taste of your blood before you let him go.
"I always have."
Here's smth I wrote up for our horny handsome @chubloveandeggs <3
Imagine living with a ghost who loves to fuck and breed you any time it wants. At first it fucks you in your sleep without you noticing but soon enough it gets bolder. It teases you until you're dripping wet, your t-cock standing to attention as you thrash in your sleep. You wake up to the sensation of being stuffed with cum, your belly bulging out, and the sensation that you're being fucked.
It's scary at first but it feels so good you just think it's a dream and drool as you spread your legs for it the whole night. You try to tell yourself it was just a dream but as the ghost starts to have its way with you at random times over the next few days, you stop caring about dreams or reality as those ghostly hands learn to reduce you into a horny mess anywhere and anytime.
It doesn't care wether you're dressed or not, clothes don't hinder it though you think it's being extra handsy when you're dressing up to be the prettiest. Your clothes shift on you, moved by invisible hands, petting you, rubbing you through your clothes until wet stains form on your shorts as you drip with its cum. Or is it ectoplasm? Regardless, it's dripping down your legs as you can barely stand after getting your brains fucked right where you were.
The ghost is gentle, at times, it loves to tease you and pet you and make you feel good until you're humping the air for it, begging to be fucked. At other times, the ghost is rougher, ploughing into you when you least expect it, taking you against the table, the wall, even picking you up until your whole weight is grinding down on its dick. (Dick? Strap? Ghost thing? Does it even matter? Its thick and girthy and fills you up.)
Sometimes it's quick, you feel it grabbing you and just moments later you can't hold in the loud moans as it fills you up - pleasure that turns into horny frustration as it's over far too quick for you. Then there are times when it fucks you slowly, over hours, until you've completely lost track of time, drowsily lost in pleasure on your bed under gentle hands.
You suspect it's more ectoplasm than cum but your belly is rounding out, you're starting to look like the loveliest pregnant boy with your tits swelling up and resting on that big belly. The ghost can't keep its hands off you, constantly touching you lovingly and teasingly. You can't keep your hands off your belly either, holding it as you waddle about your day. Occasionally, when you're groaning from the weight on your hips and back, you can feel it wrapping around you, holding up your belly to relieve you (and to slowly slide into your wet and ready body) and you feel cherished.
Your milk comes in early but the ghost laps it up eagerly, fucking you at the same time until you're a mess. Your shirts are a bigger mess afterwards as you're dripping nearly constantly. You grumble about it as you fold your ever growing laundry, but the ghost petting you and actually putting your laundry away helps. It starts to take care of you, picking things up for you or feeding you as your massive belly starts to get in the way.
When the time comes, you slowly give birth to large lumps of ectoplasm into your undies. The contractions are intense as it plays with you, caressing and teasing you until pain and pleasure are the same. The ghost coaxes you through, supporting you tenderly until you're crowning against your clothes, only to then latch onto your boy cock, sucking on it as it keeps the egg just right there, in crown, no matter how hard you push or writhe. Each egg is only allowed to slip past once you've cum again. It plays with your body between the eggs, coating your insides with cum until you can think of nothing but being its darling little breeding toy, ready for the next load of eggs the moment you're empty.
I want someone to coerce me into sex gently, to start with just a little kissing that I agreed to which slowly turns into an intense make out session. They’ve already been groping squeezing my ass, getting little moans when the spread my cheeks. They slowly move their hands until they’re on the insides of my thighs, close enough to my pussy to feel the wet heat radiating off of it. I try to push their hand away but they just grab my fingertips gently and hold them, acting like they don’t know what I’m trying to do. They may or may not know if I have a pussy yet, most likely not, since I hadn’t had plans for things to go that far.
They won’t take their lips off mine long enough to let me beg them to stop, their hands roaming over the entirety of my body, my hands trapped in one of theirs as they manage to unbutton and unzip my jeans, tugging down both my pants and boxers at the same time. I’m sure they’ll be shocked, looking down to see a dripping, plump, little pussy residing just behind what had appeared to be a short but stout cock. They pull back to get a better look at me and I immediately start begging them to let go of me, that I won’t tell if they don’t, that I just want to go home. They shush me, lowering their face to my groin. I’m afraid they’re going to hurt me, torture me for being a boy with a cunt. Tears stream down my face as they examine me closely, a finger slowly trailing between my lips. My back arches, hips canting up at the touch as soon as the ridges of his fingerprints catch the sensitive head of my clit. My begging stops as they just gently pursuade me to open my legs with quiet cajoling. I comply silently, tears still streaking down my face as they gently slide a finger into me. My back arches and I ask them to stop feebly but they just assure me they’re going to make me feel good. It’s the first time someone else has touched me like this, had their fingers inside me and I don’t know if I like it, squirming against the unfamiliar sensation. Another finger pushes inside and I whimper quietly, unsure if it’s in discomfort or pleasure. They whisper to me, soothing me, asking
“doesn’t it feel good?” It does feel good but it’s confusing, too much, I want them to stop but they just continue until I’m cumming on their fingers. By the time I’ve come down from my orgasm their cock is out and in their hand. This time I beg, truly beg them not to. I’m not on birth control, I’ll get pregnant if they fuck me bare. They shush me again with promises to take care of me and their baby if I get pregnant. They’re being so nice I don’t know how to tell them to stop without being rude and in the long silence they take the opportunity to push their cock inside me.
I all but scream as I’m stretched open on their cock for the first time. It’s too much, I want them to stop, it’s far too much for me to take but they’re just going deeper and deeper until their hips press flush against my own and I feel more full than I’ve ever been in my life. The pleasure is too great at this point, I have to hold onto them tightly to ground myself. They start to move and I’m seeing stars every time they bottom out inside me, feeling their cock touch something deep inside me and I’m left gasping with every brush against it. They pick up speed rapidly and I can do nothing but wrap my legs around them as they pound into me hard, making me cry out in pleasure. I can’t help myself, I beg them for more, deeper, harder, and they oblige happily, pushing their cock in to the hilt. It feels so good I can’t help the little moans and whimpers of pleasure as they murmur in my ear,
“that’s it baby boy, take my cock all the way. Doesn’t it feel good to have your tight little pussy fucked? Gonna cum in your pretty little cunt, gonna knock you up, pretty boy, make your belly round and tight with my baby.” Before I can even protest to the filth they’re whispering in my ear they jerk forward, shoving in deep with a moan and I feel something hot flood my cunt. They came inside me, I’m getting pregnant with their baby and I can’t do a damn thing to stop it. I sob into their shoulder while they shush and comfort me even as they’re still cumming inside me.
what about dating a monster who can turn human for a while? like one night, seeing the monster in his true form and he has two /huge/ dicks. he's also in a month long heat and is just fucking n fucking until he gets his partner pregnant. during the pregnancy, he just gets majorly turned on at the sight of the baby bump because "holy fuck i bred you and i want to keep breeding you. even if you are pregnant."
Oh, I really love this~ this got longer than I meant it to, so it's going beneath a cut.
The man's a little possessive, kind of protective, but I don't mind. It's kind of sweet, honestly, even if I think he worries over me too much, but I can't really deny that he'd do a solid job of protecting me, considering that he's a good deal more sizable and powerful than I am. Sure, I could protect myself, but he'd probably fend off any threats more efficiently. One downside is that he sometimes leaves on these month-long trips where he doesn't have phone access - he tells me something about helping with a family member's cabin-building project in the middle of the woods with no cell service, and I don't really have any reason not to believe him. Whenever I express interest in eventually seeing this project, he always kind of averts his eyes and agrees, but never sounds like he means it.
One evening, after he tells me he's leaving for one of these trips on short notice, I realize I left something at his house. He won't be home, but I shrug, figuring I can just let myself in. He doesn't mind when I show up unannounced.
When I wander back to his bedroom to grab my stuff, I see something inexplicable.
The creature is beautiful, in an inhuman kind of way. It's covered in scales that catch the dim light beautifully, its horns offering a graceful curve counterbalanced by the sway of its tail. It has digitigrade legs ending in sturdy talons, its long and muscular arms equipped with a matching set. It turns around when it hears me open the door, and we hold each others' gazes for just a moment, mutually surprised. When I scan the creature's alien, angular face, I realize why it's here. The facial proportions and general shape, the expression - it's all familiar. Startlingly so.
Almost involuntarily, my eyes drift downwards. It - he - takes a step forward.
I turn to run, trying to scramble down the hallway, but it's trivial for the monster to reach out an arm and catch me by the shoulder, his grip impossibly strong as he drags me back into the bedroom. I don't try to fight too hard, unwilling to injure the creature I think is my boyfriend - and, if I'm honest, intrigued by what he has between his legs. He seems equally intrigued in turn, clumsily ripping off my pants and lifting my hips to his, rubbing his twin cocks against my thighs.
He hunches over to lean close to my face, and we make eye contact for just a moment. "Mine," he rumbles, hardly comprehensible, before his long tongue slithers between my lips and down my throat. I choke slightly, my eyes rolling back in my head - but there's no denying that this is already turning me on.
It's surprisingly easy for him to slip the head of one of those tapered, monstrous cocks into me, even though the stretch is already making me whine. He pays no mind to my voice, slipping deeper and deeper, as fast as my body allows it, so desperate. Even when I think I've reached my depth limit, he keeps pushing forward, making my belly distend obscenely. I gasp and put my hands on the bulge, feeling it out, and he jerks his hips forward and growls, seeking out the stimulation. Eager to make sure he doesn't get angry, I start rubbing his cock through my skin, pulling a satisfied rumble from his throat.
Finally, he manages to hilt himself in me. It feels like he's pushing up against the bottom of my damn ribcage at this point, but it's not like I can do anything to resist - he's so much stronger than he was, and there's no way he's fully lucid. Trying to fight him off would be pointless, dangerous, and...if I'm honest, disappointing. He pulls back, slow, experimental, and pushes back in at the same pace. I whine quietly as another growl rumbles through the air, and he pumps his hips again, still taking his time. It doesn't take him too long to figure out that I can withstand a higher pace, though, and he takes advantage of that, setting a steady rhythm that makes my back arch and my toes curl. He seems to enjoy it, too, if his grip on my thigh is saying anything.
Soon, he speeds up, his desperation to get off making itself clear as he pins me to the floor and uses my body like a toy. I don't have to hide my enjoyment from him- hell, he knows I like this kind of stuff - but I'm surprised I could manage to fit him at all, say nothing of the fact that he hasn't even tried to work his other cock into the equation yet. He brings himself to climax with short, deep thrusts, bruising my cervix before pressing himself right up against it to flood my womb with his seed. Twitching, throbbing, he presses up against me in all the right ways as he ensures that I'm fertilized.
He pulls out, and I'm disappointed. Luckily, he's right there to sate me with his second cock.
He fills me with cum over and over again until I look overdue with twins, my belly swollen impossibly as he carts me onto the bed and curls around me protectively. It doesn't take me too long to go to sleep, exhausted - but the next morning, he wakes me up with a similar routine. He's lucid enough to apologize for the night before (in that rattling, growling voice), but not lucid enough to stop himself from fucking me like an animal in heat, making thorough use of my body no matter what strangled noises I make or how far my eyes are rolled back in my head.
He always enjoys the sight of me stuffed full of his cum, but sometimes he wants a fresh start, emptying my womb of cum with a thin tongue through my cervix. On one of these occasions, though, no more cum leaves - but there's still a slight roundness to my belly. He growls loudly, caressing my midsection with a tongue before he shoves his cock back into me right away, more frantic than before, one hand on my middle to feel out the swell he's planted there.
As I progress through the pregnancy, he keeps fucking me, absolutely obsessed with my midsection, keeping a hand or tongue on it at all times, pressing me close to feel it out. If I'm honest with myself, being repeatedly bred by my newly-monstrous boyfriend is even more of a turn-on than before, dripping wet almost instantly whenever I run my own hands over my body, paying close attention to the growing bulge that proves I belong to him. Sometimes, he doesn't even fuck me - he just sits me on one of his cocks, my back pressed against his chest while he fondles me possessively, his tongue in my mouth.
As I grow, he seems impossible to sate, cumming quickly and often, taking full advantage of the fact that he's practically shaped my cunt to his needs. Sometimes, I get the pleasure of getting my mouth on one of his cocks, relishing the slimy, salty bitterness that would probably disgust anyone else - but I can't get enough of his seed down my throat. Maybe it's the fact that he's the one who bred me that makes me crave him so badly, but whatever the case, I love taking his seed in whatever way he'll give it to me, and he's glad to do it.
Even though this pregnancy is much quicker than a human's would be, I still look only six months along by the time my boyfriend's normal month-long absence would be at an end. Still, though, he doesn't turn back, and I ask him why he's not human again during a quieter time when we're both recovering from an intense session.
"I can be human, but I don't have to be," he rumbles. "And seeing you take me so well makes me never want to turn back."
He pulls me in for a deep kiss, pushing his tongue down my throat, and my eyes flutter shut as I moan around him. I can only look forward to having him inside of me again.
Imagine this
You wake up one morning, eyes still closed, laying on your stomach with you head pressed into the pillow.
You feel your bf climb on top of you and instinctively raise your butt in the air, you try to turn round to look at him but he holds your head against the pillow preventing you from doing so.
You feel his rock hard cock begin to spread your pussy lips apart, a combination of his pre cum and your pussy juices acting as lube as he buries his shaft deep inside you.
He starts thrusting into you hard and rough, each time almost pulling out completely before ramming it back in, it hurts a little but the pleasure outweighs the pain, you moan into the pillow as he continues pounding you silly.
You keep your eyes closed and just take in the pleasure, he starts to play with your breasts and nipples with one hand while teasing your clit with the other, you feel your orgasm building rapidly.
You realise he's not wearing a condom "uum baby, make sure you pull out ok? I haven't taken my pill for a couple days so you have to pull out ok?" He just grunts in acknowledgement and keeps going pushing you closer and closer to orgasm.
"Ooohhmygod baby I'm cumming ooohhmygod I'm cumming oohhhhuuuggggh!" You cum hard on his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight, he groans with pleasure but keeps his dick buried inside you, the tip kissing the entrance to your womb. You feel it throbbing hard and swelling inside you.
"Baby you gotta pull out right now! Baby please pull ou-" you feel a burst of warmth inside you as he sprays his seed right into your unprotected womb. His release triggers another orgasm and you cum on his cock again, your pussy tightening around it and milking every last drop of his cum.
Finally he pulls out, leaving your pussy a dripping mess of both your juices, your legs shake and you collapse back down, face still buried in the pillow. You hear him close the door as he leaves the room, a few moments later you hear the front door open then close.
Confused as to where he's going you reach for your phone to call him only to notice a bunch of missed calls and a voicemail from your boyfriend. Somehow your phone had been set to mute, you listen to the voicemail.
"Hey babycakes I'm just at the shops getting us some stuff for breakfast, I forgot to lock the door so I'm just making sure you know to get up and lock it, sorry for waking you, see you soon love ya."
It takes a few moments for your brain to process what you've heard and when you do you want to scream but can't. You notice your Facebook messenger is running and open it too see someone has taken pics of them fucking you and of your cum filled pussy and sent them to your boyfriend.
You sit there in shock, having no idea who it was that just fucked you senseless and impregnated you, without realising it your hand wanders down between your legs and starts to rub your still soaking wet pussy.
The End
Pain and Pleasure
TW: Cockwarming, Birth Denial, Forced Penetration, Sex during birth.
He moaned along with girlfriend as the movie played on TV, they were in the living room sitting on the couch together with his girlfriend sitting on his lap with his dick nested deep in her pussy, they had been like this for an hour. No thrusting, no moving, just some simple cockwarming, not that he needed to move though, every contraction his girlfriend had squeezed her cervix tighter around his cock. She hadn't wanted to but she couldn't really fight him in the state she was in, she complained but a gag in her mouth stopped that as well. Another contraction had them both moaning again, both for different reasons "Ohhh baby, you're squeezing me so tight, I'll have to knock you back up to feel this again." he said kissing the back of her head "But for now I'll just have to enjoy it while I have it" he said rubbing her stomach as she sobbed.
Another hour passed and so did another movie before he felt her start pushing, he didn't remove his cock though, he wanted to feel her pushing and feel her try to deliver a baby around him. The fact that she was sitting straight up helped bring the baby down, but it had no place to go "MMMMM!!!!" she let out a muffled scream as the latest push made her open up more causing her to slide down even more on her boyfriends cock "Oh honey, you take me so well, even with a baby making you so full already" he muttered. Soon he felt something hard nudging the tip of his cock "I think I feel a head" he said patting the underside of her tummy and she sobbed more.
She pushed for hours but wasn't able to do anything, the head just kept pressing harder and harder into her boyfriends tip making him moan more and more in pleasure while she moaned in pain, finally he turned off the TV and flipped her onto the couch on her side and he started to thrust in and out, she screamed and cried as she felt the baby being shoved back into her womb again and again until finally her boyfriend pulled out completely and came onto her stomach. He zipped up his pants and then dragged her onto the floor in front of the couch then he sat back down onto it between her spread legs "Okay honey, now you can push." and she did, it felt so good to be able to push and finally make progress, her boyfriend watched her pussy open more and more as a head came out inch by inch, when it was out completely he checked the cord, when he found non he gave her the okay to continue, it took only 5 minutes for her to get the rest of the baby out. When it was born her boyfriend ungagged her and kissed her then sat the crying newborn on her chest "Can't wait to do that again" he said.
A Womans job.
TW: Birth denial, wife slave, penis in vagina after birth. Spouse neglect. Crowing for days
Lilly slowly walked to the couch, she had to be careful to not close her legs so she wouldn't harm the large head crowing between them. She stopped to grab onto the back of the couch and push with the contraction but she knew nothing would happen, she was wearing her leotard that was holding the head in place, only moving slightly when she pushed but pushing the baby back in once she was done. She panted and walked around the couch and slowly sat down crossing her legs while keeping them spread. She sat with her husband as they watched the news.
Her husband had made her put her leotard on when she first started to push and so far he hadn't given her the okay to remove it, even after 3 hours of crowing. Once it was over they headed to bed, laying down Lilly still kept her legs spread, pushing with every contraction, her husband just rubbed the head before falling asleep.
The next day Lilly still wasn't allowed to give birth, even when her husbands friends came over for dinner. She stayed like that for another day before her husband came back home from work and saw her laying on the ground trying to push again. He went to the kitchen and grabbed the scissors then walked back to his wife, he cut the leotard open and sat there as the head flew out of her fully with a scream.
He just stared blankly at his wife's now purple and black pussy while she finally made progress with her pushes. Within 5 minutes the baby was born, her husband cut the cord and handed their son to her. While she held it her husband unzipped his pants and forced himself into her sore and bruised pussy. She screamed and cried but all he did was trust into her ruffly until he came.
Knock me up and then fuck me again eight months later, your hands on my belly feeling our baby kick and squirm in my womb while you pound my pregnant pussy until I'm screaming.
I want to feel our baby wriggling inside me while your cock slams my cunt, fuck me so deep and rough you send me into labour 💜
today i kept dreaming over having my partner all over me, fucking like any other day, thrusting his cock all the way to my cervix while sucking my tits like if in any moment they were going to burst milk out of them. i would be moaning like the slut i am.
"please, please nnnnggghhhh" i'll moan as his grip in my thighs hardens "deeper, deeper!"
he would laugh "if i go any deeper, i'll be in your womb"
"yes!" i would scream at that idea.
"you'd like that, won't you?" he'd say, kissing my neck, biting me. marking me. "you'd like me to come directly in it." i could only moan in agreement. "that way you surely would be pregnant, but, you know what? we have to be sure." his next thrust would be deeper, deeper than any thrust. the head of his cock would be in my womb. "i'll come in it. and then i will come again and again and again."
"yes, please!! come inside my womb!" i'll moan like a whore, like his whore.
"maybe if we are lucky you would be pregnant with multiples." my eyes rolled back in my head at that idea. "you'll be fucking big, your tits dripping with milk for our children."
fuck, i could perfectly picture that. the skin of my belly tight and firm. my hips uncomfortably wide to give birth to our kids. everyone would know, everyone would see that he marked me in the very best way possible. i would be pregnant with his kids, his prize wife.
"you'll leave college," he would kept telling me. "you won't need studies, you'll only need to be my wife and the mother of our kids. i'll bring money to our house," it was so hot hearing him tell me about our future life. "i will show you off to everyone. so everyone knows you are taken, that you are a slut for my cock and my seed."
"your slut, only yours!"
"i'll fuck you until your water brokes, and as soon as the babies are born i'll knock you up again. you will be pregnant forever, your slutty womb will never be empty again."
i would be out of my mind, so fucking turn on that i would only bable nonesense as he empty his cum inside my womb, and i'll come screaming all over him. after i would lay limp, incapable of moving. He surely knock me up after that. But after a few minutes his cock would be hard again, and he would enter my womb again.
"did you think i was done with you?" he would whisper in my ear as i shiver, incapable of deny him what is his. my cunt was his. "i already told you. i'll come as many times as posible so that little fantasy comes true"
he would me older than me, with a good job, and i would be 19 barely in my first year of college. just a few weeks after this night i would see a little bump, i would take a pregnancy test after pregnancy test. i would be pregnant. he would be thrilled, pampering me, buying me anything i wanted. i would keep getting bigger. triplets thats what the doctor said. he would suck at my nipples until, one day milk comes out. i would soon drop college, i would be in bed rest as the triplets are too big to let me do anything. he would fuck me every day, watching my pussy dripping just as my tits.
everyone would be disappointed at me. i would be 19 and mother of three, and a slut that would never be not pregnant again.
Knock me up and then fuck me again eight months later, your hands on my belly feeling our baby kick and squirm in my womb while you pound my pregnant pussy until I'm screaming.
I want to feel our baby wriggling inside me while your cock slams my cunt, fuck me so deep and rough you send me into labour 💜
Your Husband’s Baby
He calls me “baby” and showers me with secret gifts. The first time your husband came inside me was less than six months after he married you. You were out of town for work, sitting in your hotel room, deep in your Instagram while your husband’s married cock was deep inside my pussy. The fact that he was married and you were unsuspecting made it all so much hotter as we grinded into each other in your bed sheets. We’ve done it so many times, your cats know me.
He was once briefly my boyfriend, and for that I’m so thankful, because I didn’t know how much more I’d enjoy fucking him once he became someone else’s husband. I love that he fucks me with his wedding band on, touching me all over, squeezing my tits, fingering me and getting pussy juice all over it. He loves to bury his tongue deep in my wet cunt and explore it, and I grab the rails of the bed frame, the same ones you do, and grind my pussy onto his face so he can get so deep. He thinks he’s so good at it, and he is, like when he switched it up and pulled that ring off and placed it around my clit, gently pressing it as he licked up and down, over and over until I screamed. He leaped up on top of me and covered my mouth. I was so aroused, tingling all over my body, down to my fingertips. He pulled my face to his and kissed me with a passion you’ve never felt.
“Call me a slut,” I moaned. His tongue lingered inside my mouth, probing mine. He didn’t ask why.
“You’re a slut, Rachel, and I’m going to pound your little pussy,” he whispered deeply into me, his rock hard cock jabbing me roughly as it worked its way home.
Married men were not supposed to think about, or go near, and definitely not supposed to bury their cocks inside any woman but their own. I was single and allowed to fuck whoever I wanted, and I did. Just the night before I fucked another hot married guy with a condom on, but I let him ejaculate on my stomach. There was so much, a pool of it. I dipped a couple fingers in and massaged my clit. He looked intrigued and aroused as he watched me masturbating with his cum. He reached out and soaked his fingers in the pool and carefully traced line after line down to my clit, rubbing it slowly, then fingering me, staring deep into my eyes, fingers held inside as my pussy squeezed and released them. It was building an amazing sexual connection. I was squeezing my tits, rubbing some of the cum into them, feeling so turned on all over. Finally he cupped his hands and dragged the cum over my smooth shaved mound so it ran down over my lips and into my spread open pussy. He pushed three, then four fingers in deep, slowly working his whole fist in, staring into my eyes, telling me how sexy I was as he pushed his cum deep into me, plugging my pussy so it could drain through my cervix. I orgasmed, writhing there in ecstacy, cumming on his fist and watching him gently stroke his big fat erection.
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Feeling horny and bored was always a dangerous combination. I should have been smart and just stayed home, but against my best interests, I decided to head out and find something or someone exciting to satisfy me.
And I had found him. Handsome, from out of town, quick to flirt with me the moment I walked into the dimly lit bar. It was the perfect scenario. I didn’t want anything long term, just a one night stand with no hopes of accidentally getting stuck with an overly attached man. It didn’t take long for me to get him back to my house, and into my bed.
Straddling him, his hands combing through my long hair, our lips locked, I gently rocked my crotch against his. I could feel the cold zipper of his jeans against my dampening panties. The sizable bulge restrained beneath his pants felt amazing when it connected to my throbbing clit. My entire body was starved for him, demanded him.
“I think we should move this to the next level,” I whispered in his ear. “There’s some condoms in my dresser drawer, you should slip one on.”
He grabbed my hips and ground himself against me even harder than before. “Oh fuck, babe. I know this sounds shitty but I actually like to fuck bare for a little bit. I can put one on after a bit, I’ll fuck better bare. Let me make you cum and then I’ll put one on. You just tell me when.”
I had never fucked unprotected before, and his logic sounded fishy. But the drinks he had bought me and my overwhelming desire clouded my mind, and I agreed. We hungrily undressed each other and before long, my wet pussy was sliding up against his thick shaft. I teased him, not letting him penetrate me, just humping against his hard cock. I felt this first wave of my orgasm come swiftly, just from grinding my clit against him.
I shuddered as I came, warmth flowing through me. At that exact moment, he grabbed my ass and lifted me onto his cock. He shoved himself into me, pushing me down onto him and holding firm. “I’m not gonna let you have all the fun tonight, got it?”
He was rougher than I was used to. One hand stayed on my ass, guiding me up and down as I bounced on his cock. Every thrust opened me up wider and wider, my tight pussy fighting to accommodate him. The other hand pulled my hair, snapping my head back, exposing my throat. He sucked at my skin, biting occasionally, groaning in pleasure.
I felt him swell inside of me and I knew it was time. I opened my mouth to ask him to pull out and roll a condom on, when he suddenly flipped me over onto my back. He was on top of me, and my mouth was full of wet fabric. I realized he had gagged me with my own underwear.
“What, were you about to ask me to put a condom on?” He asked playfully, still fucking me. I nodded desperatley, and he smirked. “What’s that? I can’t understand you. Tell me you want me to put a condom on.”
I couldn’t speak through my balled-up panties. He put his hand over my mouth, pushing them further back into my throat. His pace increased, somehow pushing even deeper into me.
“Well, I told you to tell me when to put a condom on… And you just aren’t. So I guess that means I don’t have to.” He laughed as I struggled underneath him. “Oh, I love a fighter. Let me guess, you’re worried because you let a stranger fuck you and you’re not on any birth control?”
My heart was pounding in my chest. All I could think about was how deep he was inside of me, stretching me and filling me. I was supposed to begin ovulating tomorrow. He was so, so, so deep in me, so heavy on top of me. I couldn’t fight him.
He turned my head to the side, crushing his weight against me. My hips ached from how hard he was thrusting, my bedframe squeaking in protest. He bit my neck, hard. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing what was coming.
He came inside of me, hard. I felt every jerk of his cock, every squirt of fun against my cervix. He roared like a monster, filling me completely. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. You feel me, bitch? You feel me filling that slutty little pussy of yours up? You feel me putting a fucking baby into you?”
I shook my head violently and he laughed again, still thrusting into me with each spray of semen. “Yeah, you feel that. You are such a dumb little slut, you deserve to get knocked up by a stranger. Going to bars and picking guys up while not on the pill? You fucking dumb, dumb whore.”
His words stung, hard. They were made worse by the intense pleasure I felt as he continued to pump into me. My body was betraying me, edging towards orgasm as I fought him.
His cock softened but he didn’t pull out. He just lay on top of me, staring down and smirking. I prayed for this horrible encounter to end.
“You know what’s my favorite part of getting you dumb bitches pregnant?” He finally asked after several painful minutes of silence. “The more you cum, the more likely it is I’ll knock you up.”
My eyes widened as he pulled out of me. He pulled me against him, restraining me with his powerful arms. He kept my legs open and soon, one hand was down at my clit, his fingers making small circles around it.
I resisted as much as I could, but I couldn’t hold out in the end. Orgasm after orgasm rocked my body, flooding me with hot endorphins. I could feel how sloppy I waa, my pussy dripping with cum and juices and sweat trickling down my thighs.
He held me like that forever, bringing me higher and higher and continuing to whisper terrible things in my ear.
“You know how many women I’ve done this to? Filling them with baby? More than I can count. And I hunt them down after a little bit, just to see how they’re handling my bastard. Maybe I’ll find you when you’ve finally pushed my kid out, give you the number of the woman I knocked up in the town over. You can start a support group, bitches I made cum and filled with baby.”
I shook my head over and over again, crying out as another powerful orgasm took me. I felt his cock begin to harden again, pressing against my thigh.
“You know your tight little body? It’s going to get ruined when you stretch with my baby. If you’re a good girl and keep your body tight, when I find you again, I’ll fill you up as a reward.” He slipped his hard cock back into me. “Oh, speaking of tight? My cock is big, but not as big as the baby that’ll come through here in about 9 months.”
He began to fuck me, pulling me on top of him. My back was to his chest, and he spread my legs further with his knees.
“I’m going to fill you all night and make you cum over and over and over again,” each word was accented by a thrust. “You’ll remember this fondly, you’ll be thinking of how I fucked you as you stare at your engorged body in the mirror.”
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as he fucked me again. His cock was so deep, so big. I felt tiny and insignificant, a mere insect, powerless to stop him.
He came inside of me again, hot liquid spraying against my cervix. He held himself inside me for a long time, still stroking my clit, biting at my ear.
“Just remember, bitch. You could have done anything else tonight, but you chose to get bred by a stranger.”
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My life was a whirlwind after that night. I couldn’t scrape together what I needed for an abortion, so I decided to move in with my sister. She helped me, and when my son was born, I fell totally in love with his smiling face. My life was a trainwreck before him. I won’t say I’m thankful for the man who raped me, but there’s a special place in my heart for him.
I decided to take my son to the library one day. In my previous, partying life, I would have been hungover on such a nice Sunday. But with my son to take care of, I hadn’t partied in ages. I had managed to keep my body intact, too. I ran every morning with him in the stroller, it was an excellent workout.
Holding him in my arms as I hopped off the city bus, I felt a tingle at the back of my neck. I turned sharply and looked across the street.
There he was. Exactly as I remembered him. Tall, strong, handsome, and intimidating. My heart stopped, and I saw that familiar smirk. His eyes dropped to the child in my arms, our child, and he nodded. Then, in an instant, he boarded the bus across the street and was gone.
I just wanna be the always pregnant boywife of a big strong man! I don’t care that other people won’t know I’m a boy per se by looking at me, im pregnant after all I understand. But our loved ones know me, he knows me. I just wanna be a mommy and a good wife! I wanna go to church hanging off his arm in our good clothes, it’s a liberal church there are other gay people there, it’s a little weird when I start to show and my good clothes get too tight and my chest starts to fill out but everyone’s understanding. Some gossip starts around when I have to shift to maternity wear to accommodate how big I’m getting and my breasts filling out. I just wanna be a good boywife and mommy! Our first little one comes along but he wants another baby as soon as possible and I’m happily knocked up again! Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, making good meals for my man, our kid, me and the the little one on the way. I’m carrying heavier this time, I’m more sedentary taking care of the baby and the home, he likes that I’m getting bigger, he loves my growing hips and thighs, my fuller breasts, my heavy round belly, I’m softer this time too. He loves his little pregnant husband, he loves that I’m a good mommy, he’s proud of how big I am and loves to show me off despite me being a bit sheepish still. He’s proud our baby is happy and healthy and he’s proud the baby in my belly is strong. He can’t wait to have as many kids as he wants with me!