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Lost Souls Campground - Ricky - Part 1

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Coworker!FSuccubsXFatAFAB!G/NReader - Part 1

You escaped your small town and overbearing family with hope of adventure and summer flings, only to find yourself hopelessly in love with your Succubus coworker and roommate. Your new job and new life is amazing, and more than you could have hoped for, but you cant shake your feelings for the intoxicating Ricky.

CW: None yet other than some body image issues. Will update as we go.

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Ricky was ridiculously hot, and she was well aware of it. You watched her flirt from the corner of your eye. She pulled in a majority of the tips, but she always split them 50/50 with you. You’d tried to turn it down but she was… persistent. 

You heard the glaringly obvious fake laughter rise from where she stood, talking to some old man. He had eyed her up and licked his lips when he first walked into the tiny little liquor store you both worked at. Choruses of “Oh you!” And “Stop, you’re making me blush!” preceded the deft pocketing of a much too large bill as he promised he’d be back soon. He looked at her over his shoulder twice as he walked away. 

“Didn’t even bother to take off the wedding ring.” Ricky groaned and made a gagging noise while pointing at the back of her throat. You giggled and she winked at you before turning to greet the next customer as they walked in. You ducked your head to avoid her seeing the blush that rose on your cheeks. 

Everything Ricky did made you blush. You had thought this summer would be full of adventures, and meeting new people! Maybe you’d finally find a guy to get your mom off your back. But instead, here you are, in love with your hot, succubus roommate and coworker. 

The first day you’d arrived, in early march, you’d been shown around, and given a tour before being  brought to the tiny room you’d be living in until early November. It was one of 4 rooms in the same small building. It had the liquor store, a stock room, a bathroom, and your room. The liquor store was one of the few seasonal businesses at Lost Souls Campground. Most operated year round for long term guests, permanent residents, snowbirds and the large group of people who lived and worked at Lost Souls. 

You had seen the listing when scrolling through an employment site instead of working, while at your previous, horrible office job. It sounded adventurous and exciting. You’d never been to the Moonlight Realm, and came from a pretty small town with very few monsters. A thrill ran up your spine at the prospect of dropping everything to run away for the better part of a year. You were pretty young, early twenties, what did you have to lose?

Apparently your sanity. When Booker, the handsome werewolf lifeguard who’d shown you around, introduced you to Ricky, you knew you were screwed. She was gorgeous. Her skin was light purple, her grey tipped horns jutted from her hairline just a couple inches high. She had long, straight black hair that fell like silk around her slender neck. You honestly couldn’t even think about her body much without short circuiting. You’d known for a while “straight” didn’t fit you, but you never knew just how gay you were until you met Ricky. 

She was lounging on one of two single beds in the small space. She smiled up at Booker and pushed one side of her pink headphones off of her ear. 

“Fresh meat? I wasn’t even hungry!” She spoke with feigned seriousness. You would have laughed if you hadn’t been trying to remember how to breathe. 

“Don’t fuck this one, ok Ricky? Rain doesn’t need a repeat of last year, right. You’re on thin ice, she won’t have you back again if you keep chasing roommates away.” Booker stabbed a finger towards the now pouting succubus. “Can you take them to Rain at around 12? My shift starts soon.” Booker smiled at you and patted your shoulder as he walked away, not waiting for a response. 

You stood in the doorway, gripping your pillow and suitcase handle. Don’t fuck this one. You tried not to think about that. 

The girl jumped up off her bed and pulled the headphones down to rest on her neck. 

“Ricky, if that wasn’t clear.” She smiled at you. “Don’t listen to Booker, he’s just basically Rain's attack dog.” She giggled. It made your heart skip a beat. “I made the apparently horrible mistake of dating my roommate last year, and…” Ricky trailed off. “Well, she left practically in the middle of the night, with no notice, and no replacement. It wasn’t great.” You nodded. You were barely even listening. 

“But I know that won’t be a problem this year!” She bounced on her feet before reaching out to take both of your hands in hers. It was kind of awkward while trying not to drop your pillow. “We are going to be best friends, I just know it! And I was at Under the Moonshine last year too, so I’ll show you everything.” She smiled broadly. 

You pushed down the uneasy feeling in your stomach that told you not to trust her. Girls like her and people like you didn’t match. She was beautiful and charismatic. She could clearly charm her way through most situations. But that also normally lead to lies and fake love. You were quiet, reserved, you liked to think things through before speaking. You hated being the centre of attention, and people like Ricky lived in the spotlight.  

“Uh, Under the Moonshine?” You asked quietly, your voice sounding hoarse. If she noticed, she didn’t acknowledge it. 

“That’s the name of the Liquor store. A lot of Lost Souls is themed. Moonlight Realm, Lost Souls, lots of spooky names and vibes.” She smiled. “Since you’re living here with me, that means you’ve been assigned to work the at the liquor store. On weekdays at least. People rotate through the weekend shifts. But it will be just you and me, every weekday, all day long.” She looked much too happy about that. You fidgeted, her hands still holding yours. 

“Oh, sorry, got excited.” She gave you a coy look and dropped her hands. “Throw your stuff on the bed, and let’s go take a look around!”

You moved to do so. “Booker already gave me the tour.” 

Ricky sighed dramatically. “Booker gave you the official tour.” You looked over your shoulder at her. She bounced up and down as she waited for you. “I’ll be giving you the good tour. All the secrets and special things us regulars know about.” You pulled a change of clothes out of your bag and went to take off your travel clothes. You’d been wearing them for almost 2 days at this point. The trip from your hometown all the way to the pocket universe known as the Moonlight Realm, and then to Lost Souls was a long one. 

“I… uh… I need to change.” You sputtered awkwardly. 

Ricky waved you off. “Oh it’s fine, we are both girls, right? Go ahead.” You shook your head. 

“I’m… well I don’t know what I am, but I’m not a girl.” Ricky’s eyebrows raised. “I’m just a little self conscious I guess.” You continued. The words sounding stunted. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” Ricky’s face blanched as she understood. “Your boundaries are valid, of course, I’ll meet you outside.” She smiled more shyly than before, clearly worried she’d upset you, and stepped out. She shut the door softly behind her. 

You groaned and slumped onto the bed. That went horribly. 

After you changed, Ricky did indeed take you on the good tour. She showed you the best place to hide from Rain when she was “on one of her tirades”, the best hidden swimming spot that guests didn’t know about, the highest lookout on the cliffs nearby where you could watch the sunset or sunrise. Ricky said it was beautiful. You hadn’t expected her to have depth. You felt a bit ashamed when you considered that. 

Ricky was significantly less shallow than you’d expected. In your tiny town you hadn’t heard much about succubi except the stereotypes. Fake, shallow, twofaced, and horny as fuck. You didn’t know about the horny part, and what Booker had said made you think it was probably true, but Ricky didn’t seem to be any of the other stereotypes. She was sweet to people you walked by, she was attentive to you, aside from the whole changing debacle, and she was surprisingly funny. She had you ugly laughing at least two different times that day.

You had arrived on Sunday morning, and didn’t start work until the next day. That gave you some good time to settle in, meet people and explore. Your meeting with Rain went as expected. You filled out paperwork while Ricky teased you both. You weren’t sure why she hung around. You were confident she could have dropped you off and left. But she stayed the whole two hours. 

Rain was a middle aged harpy who ran the entire campground with her partner, Mallakai. She handled the people side, and Mallakai handle the business side. At least that’s how she explained it. She was in charge of every staffing aspect, customer service, etc., the people facing things.  Mallakai ran the background. The marketing, the payroll, budgeting, legal, and more. It was owned by someone else, but you didn’t remember their name.

After you were done with Rain, Rickey asked what you wanted to do. 

“You don’t have to take care of me all day. I’m sure you have better things to do.” You said. You walked next to each other towards your room. You watched the ground as you spoke. 

“Better than hanging out with a cool, cutie?” She giggled, the sound like beautiful, tinkling bells. Ricky pretended to punch your shoulder. “Or are you just trying to get rid of me?” She emphasised ‘you’ and ‘me’. Your thoughts felt like they were swimming through molasses. 

Cutie?! 

“No, no, I mean, I just don’t want to be a burden.” You tried to sound less pathetic than you felt. You didn’t think it worked all that well. 

“Baby, I’m having a great time. If you’d like space, I totally get that, it’s a big day for you.” Ricky spoke from beside you. “But if you wanna keep hanging out, I don’t know about you, I’m starving. Wanna get some food?” 

You glanced up at her to find she was smiling at you. It hit you like a truck how dazzling she was. Your cheeks heated quicker than you could duck your head. She coughed. Was that pointed?

“Uh, yeah. I could eat.” You managed.

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Omg 😍😍😍

I want to be forced to get super high before being taken out in public, wearing a short, tight dress. He pushes an edible between my lips before we go into the dark bar. He sits next to me at the table so his friends can sit across from us. Periodically he'll slip his fingers between my thighs and tease my already dripping wet slit, while his friend talks to me about something I can't quite grasp. His friend will make a joke about what a braindead little slut I am, and they'll all laugh, while my man says they haven't seen anything yet and slides two fingers inside of me without warning. I can't help but moan at the feeling, and the conversation shifts to all three men quietly degrading me in the back corner of this dark bar while I try not to be too loud. One of his friends pushes my legs apart with his knees under the table, keeping them spread wide. The waitress comes by and brings us shots that I don't remember anyone ordering, and all four are held up to my mouth to drink, those two fingers still slowly sliding in and out of me, making me unable to focus on anything but being the good little fucked up whore I am. He asks if his friends want to give me a try, everyone should feel how tight my wet little hole is at least once. "Come sit over here, princess," one of them says, pulling his chair out and patting his lap. I can see his bulge through his pants and as I get up to stumble over, he pulls his cock out for me to sit on. He covers my mouth as he slides deep inside me, bouncing just slightly to keep me overstimulated. He can feel my little cunt tighten and twitch around his size, and says to me "aww, is the little whore going to cum already? If you cum now, the three of us are going to take that as a sign to use your worthless holes all night, is that what you want you little cumdumpster?" He thrusts a little harder and I can't help but cum all over his big cock, flushing scarlet red but so high all I can feel is the pleasure.

"well boys, you know what that means."

[intoxicating-goddess]

I want you on all fours, legs spread, ass high. I want to tease your entrance with the tip of my strap, watching your body tremble with anticipation. I want to hear those soft moans as I slowly press my length inside you. My fingers will dig into your hips as I pull you closer, taking you deeper. I want to lose myself in the sight of my cock, plunging in and out of your mesmerizing cunt 😍🥵

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✨️Welcome✨️

This blog contains 18+ NSFW content. No minors, please!

It's a real mixed bag when it comes to my posts. Some are light and fluffy, while others are dark and twisted. Read at your own risk.

I don't often respond to messages but sometimes respond to asks.

The list of kinks I'm into is very long, so instead enjoy this list:

Kinks I'm NOT into:

• Scat

• Piss

• Lactation

• Feet

• Negative Body Comments

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What haven't you yet experienced that leaves you longing?

My biggest fantasy is to have a gangbang. Cocks filling all my holes at the same time sounds so hot. I want to be passed around and breed over and over again 😍🥵

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Forcing himself inside me: "Wow, you're pretty dry, you must really be hating this. That's okay, I don't mind. This is about my pleasure, you're nothing but a walking cocksleeve."

As the word cocksleeve leaves your mouth, a gush of fluid comes from inside me.

"Whoa, looks like all I had to do was remind you of your place, right here on my cock. It's been too long since you had a dick inside you, your dumb cunt forgot its purpose. That's okay, I can teach you. I can remind your cunt that it stays wet at all times in case a cock needs to be warmed."

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Oh my God, this made me cum so much 🥵🥵

[Fucking hell, these were supposed to be 3 or paragraphs long but I keep yapping when I'm horny]

C/W: Intox, Rape, Anal

I want to shove down a handful of pills down your throat, forcing it down you while you struggle, viciously fighting against your fate. Even as you fight, I’d grope your tits, feeling you up. Your fear wouldn’t matter, even then. Only my cock would.

I’d tie you to your bed face down, and slowly, gently pour some oil across your body, rubbing it in with smooth strokes, stripping us both in the process. I’d trace my fingers across your unconscious body, the pills keeping you safe and happy in the warm depths of darkness. With a thumb, I’d push into your ass, feeling you pucker around me slightly. I’d wonder how much you’ve used it.

The sight of your oiled up ass, gleaming in the dim light would make me stiff. Ready for you. I’d play with you a bit, rubbing my shaft between your slick, shiny ass cheeks, pumping against you while I moan loudly into your sleeping ears. And then I’d slip in. There’d be no resistance, no fighting, nothing. Just my hard, rapey cock plunging deep inside your tight, warm asshole. I’d start gently, my balls slapping against you harder and harder with each thrust, sweat and slick spread with each hard thrust into you.

You still wouldn’t wake up. I’d force your face into your mattress, a strong, veiny hand pushing your little head into air deprivation. With a gasp, you’d be pulled from that safe place. You’d feel sick at first, almost wishing you were dead from the nausea. And then you’d feel my cock splitting your asshole. You’d try to scream. I’d push your head back into the mattress. The sounds of your muffled screams would only make me fuck you harder.

And even as I raped you, I’d still talk to you as if nothing’s wrong. I’d tell you my name and ask for yours. I’d ask what you do for a living. I’d compliment your body, calling you pretty, in the most gentlemanly way possible, all while I violently break your body. I’d grip an ass cheek in one hand, slapping it, spanking it while I try to make conversation and raping you harder when you don’t respond. It’d be so fucking rude of you not to respond. Even if you did currently sound like a tortured, abused little animal.

Again and again, I’d ask you questions, fucking your sense of normalcy. I’d want you to remember my questions. I’d want you to recoil in fear anytime anyone introduced themselves to you. Fuck dark streets and alleyways, I’d make you fear everyone. Every sweet greeting, every kind question, you’d hate it all because of me. Because of the cock that’s tearing open your ass while you cling onto consciousness. Because of my sweet words. Because of the drugs in your system making you weak and brainless.

I’d convince you, in your fucked up state, that I’d breed you there and then. That I was using your pathetic little cunt and that I’d knock you up. You’d be too lost to know the difference. You’d scream at me, begging me not to. That you’re not ready for kids. That you hate me so much. And I’d just laugh, driving deep inside you, my lewd hands wandering your lewd little body, pinching and poking, groping you like a piece of cheap fuckmeat. And then I’d cum, biting into your neck as I do, letting my tongue flick across your skin while my cum floods your abused asshole.

God, the sounds you’d make would make my cock hard again. All those screams and crying. Nothing would make me want to breed you for real more than that.

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You're asleep in the next room and all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck you. I want to slide off the covers and caress every curve of your sleeping body. I want to softly pull your legs apart and, ever so quietly, position myself between them. Dragging my tongue across your folds will make you start to stir. However, what pulls you from your slumber is the sensation of my lips enveloping your clit.

[intoxicating-goddess]

Here me out. You fucking me while I'm tied up in a guillotine:

[intoxicating-goddess]

Need to be worshipped like this by a pretty, needy sub 😍🥵

[intoxicating-goddess]

Them: Playing with themself right in front of me

Me: Whining and begging to fuck them

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TW - r@pe, forced @nal, forced breeding, degradation, victim blaming

I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and there's this thing I like to do sometimes. I'll put in a butt plug, find the smuttiest audio book I can, and go for a walk. It's exhilarating doing something so filthy in front of so many people without them even knowing. Today, I went on one of these little walks, except it wasn't very little. I was so engrossed by how hot the book was that I walked a little too far. It was starting to get dark when I finally realized I needed to start heading home. I didn't live in the best part of town. It wasn't the safest to be out alone at night. I turned off my book and briskly started back. The fastest way home had a shortcut through an alleyway. When I got to the entrance of it, I looked down. It was pretty dark, but taking this way would mean I'd be home safe quicker. I looked around me, and after seeing no one, I darted into the alleyway. I picked up the pace a bit. The faster I got home, the better. When I was about halfway through the alley, I saw you coming towards me. It's dark it's hard to make out your features, but I can tell by the silhouette that you're a man. I feel my heart leap into my throat. Just look down, move quickly, and don't engage, I think to myself.

"Well, hello there!" you say in a friendly tone. I keep moving, pretending not to hear you. Despite the wide birth I give you as we pass, you close the distance by reaching out and grabbing my arm.

"I said hello," you say, more firm this time, "it's only polite to say hello back."

"Please let go of me," I say, attempting to shrug off your hand.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out so late? You a hooker?" you ask, looking me up and down.

"No," I say, "just leave me alone." I attempt to move away again, but your grip tightens, and you move towards me.

"That's too bad, cause I'd love to buy your services, what do ya say?" You wrap your other arm around me and firmly squeeze my ass cheek.

"Get off!" I shout as I push you away from me. You're deceivingly strong, and you hold me in place as I struggle.

"Come on baby, I know you want it. Why else would you be out here so late? Just let me fuck you."

"Get off of me!" I shout again, struggling against you. The next thing I know, you have both your arms around me and are wrestling me to the ground. I'm fighting you with all my strength, but it's no use. In a matter of seconds, I'm lying face down in the dirt. One hand holding my arms behind my back and the other pulling down my pants and underwear. That's when you notice the butt plug.

"See," you said, pushing on the plug and wiggling it side to side, "you're a filthy little whore who walks around at night just waiting to be fucked." With that statement you plug your length inside me. Its slips in easily, as I'm drenched from earlier. I scream, half out of disgust, half out of shock. The fact that my rapist's cock could feel so good is alarming.

"If you didnt want to be fucked, then why is your pussy so wet for me?" You ram yourself inside, seeming to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. I am overcome with shame about how good it feels. I can feel my body betraying me, cumming as my pussy is used against my will... You pull out abruptly and I try to catch my breath, wondering if it's over.

You lean overtop of my panting body and whisper in my ear, "Now to give you what you really want". The next thing I know, you rip the plug from my ass. I let out a shriek from the unexpected discomfort.

"Please, no" I beg you, "I've only used plugs before, it's too big."

"Don't be silly, of course you want my cock in your ass. Why else would you be using plugs?" I can feel the head of your cock sliding up and down across my opening. "Plugs help you prepare for the real thing. If anything, I'm helping you," and with that you begin to push your hard member into my asshole.

I scream, "It hurts! Take it out! Take it out" You pay no attention to my protests as you slowly sink your entire length inside of me. Once you are as deep as you can go, you say "It's about to hurt a hell of a lot more."

You begin thrusting violently in and out of my virgin ass. I continue to scream and beg for you to stop. You simply laugh and push my face into the ground.

"This is what you wanted. Just let me help you" you say between grunts. You pound my ass hard as I cry into the dirt. "See, it's so good you're crying." you taunt.

I can feel you building to your climax. Your thrusts become more rough and purposeful. Just as your about to finish, you pull out of my ass and shove yourself deep into my cunt. Making sure to shoot every drop into my reluctant womb.

"That's it, take all my cum like the good little cumdump you are," you say before finally getting off me.

I lay in the alleyway; violated, broken and leaking cum from my abused cunt. You zip up your fly and look down on my body. You pull out your wallet and grab a 5 dollar bill.

Tossing it on my limp body you say, "You've got some nice holes, for a whore. I'll definitely be recommending you to my friends."

[intoxicating-goddess]

I've never felt as much penis envy as when I'm using the strap with my partner. Watching the way their face twists in pleasure as I slide into them is the most amazing feeling in the world. Pulling at their hips so I can go deeper. Watching the strap go in and out. Hearing their sweet, sexy moans. It's all so intoxicating 😍🤤

[intoxicating-goddess]

God damn 🤤 I love this 😍

i truly don’t get why dom bottoms are so rare because when i’m in my element? in my confidence? dom bottoming feels like the most natural thing in the world. bottoming is power. it’s about drenching you, draining you, consuming you. my pleasure is so radiant that you can’t do anything but bask in my glow, enveloped in me, my warmth, my softness. my pleasure is your reward. your relief. you’re built to please me, to serve me, to fill me, i’m taking you inside me and making you mine. when you quiver, sweetheart, when you groan, dizzy from my taste and my heat and my legs wrapped around your hips…. how could one ever think you have the control?

[intoxicating-goddess]

Feeling quite high at the moment. It'd be a shame if someone molested me right now 😋🤤

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I want to know that the only reason I am still breathing is because you allow me to 😘

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TW - intox, somno, cnc, forced breeding

We're talking on a video call like we usually do in the evenings. I'm smoking a bowl to help wind down for the night. When I finish, you suggest I might want to do another. I've been really stressed out lately, it'd be helpful to have a little more, you tell me. I have been stressed lately, why not? I fill another bowl half way, but you convince me to make it another full one. After I'm done the second bowl, you can see how faded I am. I tell you that the weed is hitting me really hard and I think I'm gonna go lie down. You wish me well and say goodnight. I stumble through the house in a stoned haze, eventually making it into bed. I drowsily strip myself of my clothes before rolling over and falling asleep. I'm too deep in slumber to hear the door unlock. I gave you a spare key for emergencies, after all. You creep into my bedroom and see my naked body sprawled across the bed. You quietly take off your clothes and climb on top of me. Kissing your way down my back while running your hands all over my limp body. Feeling up my ass and tits and then finally, my pussy. I let out soft moans in my sleep. As you rub my clit and fondle my ass, I start to become wet. You then line yourself up with my slick entrance and ram your entire cock inside me. I wake with a scream, a concoction of panic and pleasure. As you begin violently thrusting, I try to get my bearings. My head is so dizzy and my body is so heavy. I let out a feeble scream as I try to resist, but it's no use. My body is far to weak and I can't put up a fight. I am pinned in place by the weight of your body on top of me. I have no idea who is inside me, but I can't seem to focus on anything but how good it feels. You lean down on top of me and begin grabbing at my breast. You pinch my nipple and I can't help but let out a moan. You chuckle softly between grunts, you know a filthy whore like me likes being used. Your thrusts are so hard and deep that it doesn't take long for me to cum on your cock. You continue to fuck me for what feels like hours. I am so out of it that I have no concept of time. I eventually let myself drown in the pleasure. It doesn't matter who is fucking me, the only thing that matters is how good it feels. After you've lost track of how many times you've made me to cum, you feel yourself get close. Your thrusts become faster and faster. You pull my hips hard against you, forcing your cock as deep into my pussy as possible. With a loud grunt, you let your load out inside me. You pull out and let my hips go, causing me to slump onto the bed. You watch as your seed seeps out of my throughly used pussy. You then put your clothes back on and leave, locking the door behind you. I lay in the wet patch knowing I should feel mortified, but instead I feel euphoric. Having my rapists seed pouring from my violated pussy turns me on all the more. It's not long before the exhaustion and intoxication lull me back into a deep sleep. I sleep well knowing my only purpose is to be a good cocksleeve. It doesn't matter if I'm conscious or not.