#nsft writing

[breeding101]

I'd look so good pregnant, wouldn't I?

Hearing those words made my heart drop.

You're joking, right? I asked nervously.

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Just a couple hours earlier I wouldn't even imagine being in that situation. I've invited you to dinner to catch up after you came back to town, something about a new branch of your company, not that I could remember right now if I tried to.

A good meal and couple of wine glasses later you were straddling my lap and playing with my hair, all while giving me a look that could melt icebergs.

I wasn't ready for this. You were a friend, one that I always admired and confided with, but never looked at sexually. Even when you showed up in a short, black skirt and fishnets, a combination you knew well drove me nuts, I didn't suspect a thing.

And oh, how blind I was.

As soon as I felt your hips press on my growing bulge, I remembered something and a wave of embarassment washed over me.

Shit, I don't have protection. My cheeks burned red, a dumb oversight was about to ruin the moment.

Oh shut up, I don't care. A passionate kiss shutting my mouth, your pillowy lips covered in matte black lipstick cutting off any objections I had.

Besides, I'll let you pull out. You trust me, right?

The motion of your hips, slowly pressing and grinding on my crotch dispelled any doubts I had as I let out a soft whimper, feeling your hands pin my wrists to the bed over my head.

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Nervous silence grew excruciating as my question hung in the air. My racing heart threatening to jump out of my chest, not in small part thanks to your constant movements, softly bouncing up and down on my rock hard cock.

I couldn't run if I tried. A pair of cold metal handcuffs bound my wrists to the bed frame, while you straddled my hips, holding onto me tightly with your legs.

Your pure, melodic laughter broke the silence.

Of course I'm joking dummy, you're so easy to tease!

A wave of relief washed over my body. Relief and... a tinge of regret? This couldn't be right, I never wanted kids, but that adrenaline spike...

My cock twitched at the thought, and a playful smile appeared on your face.

You thought about it, didn't you?

As my face turned crimson a suddent clench of your pussy squeezed out a pathetic whimper out of me.

I did, now stop teasing me! I half moaned in response.

Or what, you're gonna cum too fast, darling?

As if trying to make that happen you've picked up the pace, expertly riding my cock.

Overwhelmed with pleasure and adrenaline all I could do was watch and squirm underneath you.

Fuck, how didn't I fall for you sooner? Your soft thighs squeezing me each time you moved up, your perfect butt slamming onto my lap every time you came down, and those perfect handfuls, gently bouncing with your moves.

Soon your own moans grew louder, matching my whimpers and gasps, and a new sensation, one I couldn't ignore, started to take over my body.

I welcomed the familiar feeling of warm, mounting tension with a pinch of regret. Being inside you, feeling your warmth and wetness around me was as close to heaven as I've ever been, but I knew it couldn't last forever.

F-fuck... I'm c-close. A pathetic whine broken up by my quickening breath was all I could muster.

I know, darling, but I'm not done yet.

The pleasure fogging up my mind suddenly skyrocketed. You've clenched around me, your movements speeding up even harder than before. the warm tension I felt just a minute ago now searing hot and threatening to explode at any moment.

Stop! Please! Fuck! I can't hold it any longer! My whimpers turned into screams as my body tensed up and thrashed under you, my hands painfully straining against the handcuffs as I desperately tried to pull out.

My eyes went wide with panic as your lips pressed into mine, your long black nails adding thin red lines to my chest, already covered in black marks of your lipstick.

And then it happened.

As your hips slammed down on me one last time, pushing my rock hard cock deep inside you, my willpower broke.

As mind-breaking pleasure shot up my body, warm cum flooded your womb. Thick streams of seed pulsing inside you, each twitch of my cock making me spasm and whimper with strongest orgasm of my life, pure adrenaline coursing through my veins as tears of fear and pleasure formed in my eyes.

There, see? Wasn't that hard now, was it? You laughed deviously barely hiding your own orgasm, your pulsating pussy making sure to milk every last drop inside.

Now keep at it darling, we need to make sure you fuck it in as deep as possible!

Barely able to to react I stared at you, a mix of fear and lust in my teared up eyes, but as I tried to protest you've stuffed my mouth with your panties, still drenched with your juices.

Be good and I might let you beg to stop again. You chuckled as your hips picked up the pace again.

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Epilogue, requested by one of my wonderful mutuals:

Time went by, our friendship grew, and our "dinner dates" became our favourite pastime.

Adrenaline fueled our orgasms. Feral, mind twisting pleasure making us throw caution to the wind. Soon we could hardly go a day without our little game of chicken, your womb filled to the brim every time, as our bodies surrendered to bliss.

You never bothered with tests. We were always going to be lucky, right? Even after you missed a period, then two, you always found an excuse. Nothing could stop our fun after all.

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Fuck, you were so right. I gasped as I entered you.

I'm always right, dummy.

I looked up at you with awe in my eyes. Your body has became so soft. A big, round baby bump perfectly complimented your curvy figure.

I couldn't resist placing a hand on your belly, making you chuckle softly.

Admiring your handiwork? You teased me.

Pfff, as if you didn't have anything to do with it. I replied, moving my hand to your oh-so-sensitive-now breasts.

A soft squeeze was all it took to get you to moan, a soft trickle of milk dripping out of your dark and swollen nipple.

Ready to start darling? I giggled, admiring your body.

Oh shut it you brat. A sudden jolt of pleasure as your hips started moving was all the confirmation I needed.

[angstinyourpants]

you poor, poor thing, humping my leg like a fucking animal. i suppose you really are just a poorly trained mutt. youre getting drool all over my thigh, your eyes are glazed over and little pathetic whines are coming from your lips. they’ll get even louder when i pull your hair, isn’t that right, you disgusting dog? maybe if you cum on my leg and show me what a slutty little pup you are, ill let you have the privilege of licking my boypussy and sucking on my tdick until i cum all over your face.

be a good doggy and do what youre told <3

[lemonssarah]

please kiss me while your fingers keep moving in and out of me. i love the feeling of your lips and i know you love it when i have to break the kiss to moan.

[specshroom]

Love knots. Love the idea of knotting. Like oh nooooooo, ig we HAVE to cockwarm and cuddle in each others warm embrace with your cock buried deep inside me. Ugh that sucksssss :((

[lovesoakedd]

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘˚⊹ ࿔ contains fantasies of dubcon

want a perverted butch who jerks off everytime we're laying next to each other during a sleepover, their eyes trained on the way my shirt rides up and exposes my tummy, their thoughts flooded with how the soft flesh would look covered in come. i want them to grip the steering wheel tighter when i race to their car, just because they can't stop ogling at how my tits bounce. i want them to ask where i'm at and if i'm safe, and when i send them a cute little selfie, they end up grinding against their palm to the sight, teeth gritted and eyes hazy. want them to be the kind of freak who catches me fucking myself when they arrive at my place too early and instead of alerting me, watches through the crack of the door, mouth dry and eyes wide.

better yet, i want to be just as perverted as them, knowing all the ways i can make them tick and using it to my advantage. going to sleep in flimsy, cropped and skimpy sets that i know will shift and wind up exposing my tits and thighs as i toss and turn. pretending i'm asleep and making cute little whimpers, trying not to smile at how i hear their breath hitch. coaxing them to grope my tits, insisting i just need their advice on if this bra is too tight on me, arousal coiling through me when their palms press into my nipples. stealing one of their dildos and fucking myself with it, just to pretend that the bobbing head of it, the thick veins, are scraping against my walls from their thrusts. playing into this game over and over again until they lose it.

[syrupup]

wanna have my own small space underneath someone's desk with a soft dog bed, so i can always stay close to them and service them whenever needed like a good boy !! is that too much to ask for ...

[specsthesecond]

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Torturing your werewolf boyfriend by cuffing him tightly to the bed, telling him you're just going to ride him a few times and then set him loose when he's all pent up. Simple. Sexy. fun.

Except you're a little shit. You ride him so nicely and he begs and begs for you to take the knot. You oblige for your good boy, pop the knot right in and sit pretty while he shakes and thrusts up into your tight pussy. He fills you up, emptying his first load into you and when he's done he sighs in relief looking at you with those droopy eyes.

You let him rest and as soon as his knot is deflated enough you sit up till the tip is just poking your entrance. He whines in confusion, you usually wouldn't pull out so quickly. When he sees your sick smirk he knows somethings going on.

You press on your stomach and shiver as his massive load leaks out of you and onto his half chubbed cock. He cums so fucking much, it makes such a mess down your thighs and onto his cock and stomach. He cries in utter distress as he watches his cum go to waste dripping out of your pussy, where it's supposed to be.

You shake your hips a little and sighs as you sit back down on the puddle of cum you made on his lower tummy.

"Aw, all empty now."

You smile down at him, so evil.

He thinks he might actually cry. Why would you do this? You love his cum inside you. He can't even talk back, only whine pitifully and cry in betrayal.

"Awww don't worry, baby. We'll just have to go again, Okay?"

It was not okay. Yet his cock betrayed him too as you slide your soaked cunt against his now fully hard cock. Your pussy smearing the mixture of cum between you, making it easy to slip the swollen tip right past your entrance.

"If you don't like it then you'll just have to make up for all this wasted cum when you eventually get out of those cuffs, won't you?"

He came a little with just those words and he fully plans to see them through.

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[running-with-kn1ves]

there's a crazy kind of post nut clarity when you scroll on tumblr and you're not horny. Like, these bitches down BAD. and I'm just sitting here, watching. I fear if I go any further, I may find something I never desired to find.

[breeding101]

CW: CNC, Breeding, Impregnation

You knew you were in trouble. That was your goal after all.

You've spent the whole day messing with me, ovulation turning you into even more of an insufferable brat than usual. "Innocent" little teases, hands wandering where they shouldn't, subtle jabs shrouded in mischievous laughter - you were doing your best to test the limits of my patience.

You didn't realize how far beyond them you ventured until it was way too late to back out.

My hand grasped your neck as soon as we entered our apartment, a surprised yelp full of poorly concealed excitement quickly turning into a bratty grin.

Whole day of messing with you and that's all you've got? You've giggled mockingly.

It was so easy to overpower your playful attempt at breaking my grasp, your wrists pinned firmly with my other hand behind your back.

Far from it darling. I said, grinning menacingly. My fingers tightening around your neck until I could feel your racing heartbeat.

Whatcha gonna do? Bore me to death? Your words, although strained, still had the effect you hoped for.

A firm push landed you on the bed. Your delighted giggles accompanied by a click of the soft leather cuffs on your wrists.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as my hand came down on your soft butt. Thin pantyhose and a thong you've worn under now lifted skirt giving me free access to dish out the funishment I've planned for the whole day.

You hit like a wuss! A naughty twinkle in your eye and a blush on your cheeks telling me more than your words.

A swift pull on your hair arched your back and soon the room was echoing with the sound of increasingly forceful spanks, joined by your moans and whimpers.

That's-ah-it? Just a-ah fuck... spanking? Notes of defiance still hanging on to your voice, despite the sore redness of your ass and tears ruining your makeup.

Oh, we're just getting started, doll. I was far from satisfied, not after the bratty hell you've put me through today.

As I've turned you on your back and put my hands on your thighs I noticed the same devious smile still clinging to your face. Oh how I'd enjoy wiping it off along with that attitude of yours.

I knew what'd be waiting for me even before I pushed your thighs apart. A wet, glistening stain between your legs, your juices already soaking through the pantyhose and panties, a warm sting of a hard spanking getting you ready for what's to come.

I didn't bother undressing you. The sound of ripping fabric made you gasp with excitement as I discareded your ruined thong on the floor.

Your arousal stained your thighs as you've pulled your legs together, raising them up to place your feet on my chest, hell bent to to make my task as hard as possible.

Ohhh, all this effort and you won't even be able to cum inside me~ You've teased me with your most sultry voice, your faux sympathy pushing all sorts of buttons in my head.

You knew how much I missed filling you up since you've gone off the pill, and you knew how to taunt me with it, but this time you've pushed too far.

Try me. I growled, my hands easily pushing your legs apart.

Your bratty facade wavered for a second, your eyes going wide and your smile vanishing, before a familiar grin reappeared.

You can't bluff for... a-ahhh! Your confident riposte was cut short by my thick cock entering you in a single swift movement.

You were a perfect fit. Your pussy gripped me tightly, as you've felt the shape of my dick stretching you out.

I didn't waste time getting used to the blissful sensation, immediatly starting to fuck you, hard. Whole day of pent up anger and lust pouring out of me as I took it out on you.

Your eyes were tightly shut, tears of pleasure flowing from their corners and leaving streaks of black mascara on your blushing cheeks, breathy, stifled moans growing louder as your defiance melted away.

Open your eyes and look at me, brat. The anger in my voice jolting you awake from the pleasure filled daze.

You've turned your face away, suddenly bashful, your altitude crumbling to dust as bliss scrambled your thoughts.

A soft but firm grasp on your chin made you turn your head back to face me, your moans turning to feral screams as my thumb forced your mouth open.

You thought I was bluffing? A sinister smile appeared on my lips.

You've messed with me the whole day, so now it's time I pay you back.

I picked up the pace, hammering my cock inside you relentlessly, as panic appeared in your eyes.

Fuck! N-nhhh-noo, I'm -ah- not on the pilll! You've moaned, your voice filled with fear, as you tried to squirm away with no success.

Should have thought about that before taunting me, doll. Tightening grip of your pussy and a thick stream of juices staining the sheets told me all I needed to know.

A jolt of orgasmic pleasure shot up my spine as I slammed my cock deep inside you, a pulsating stream of thick warm cum painting the walls of your womb, and your eyes went wider than ever before.

A second of stunned silence later a loud, feral scream of pleasure echoed around me, as your body seized in a massive orgasm, your twitching pussy milking me dry.

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We lied together in what felt like blissful eternity. Our sweaty clothes clinging to our bodies as we struggled to catch our breath.

Everything alright darling? Did you get what you wanted? I asked, gently stroking your hair.

Fuck yes. You answered, blush still clinging to your cheeks. I thought you'd never take the hint.

That means we have a lot of catching up to do, doesn't it? I laughed, softly placing my hand over your womb.

[puppyboyslutz]

i wanna be held down and fucked and mocked for how wet n easy i am. i wanna be told what a whore i am for being so fuckable, how needy and desperate i must be. i wanna be forced to admit how needy i am before im allowed to cum

[monstermommie]

fuck, look at you, such a weak little thing. your tiny human brain all worked up and barely able to form a coherent thought. I could smell your need across the street before I even laid eyes on you. you poor thing, can’t even get the words out. you want my knot so bad, its almost pathetic. oh but you’re just a human, I can’t blame you. breathing all heavy, eyes dilated, bottom lip caught between your teeth. you’re already so wound up, my claws against the small of your back keeping you on edge. awwh, don’t cum yet, precious thing, let me take you back to my place. fuck you in the forest and paint the trees with your slick. you’re so sensitive, I can hear your hole pulsing through those skimpy bottoms. i’m going to tear your clothes to shreds and pump you full. fill you up real good, and breed you. stupid little creature, do your legs always give out when you’re horny? those pathetic things been trembling from the second I approached you, i’ve got no choice but to pick you up you now. cmere, you feel that? theeere you go, palm my cock as I carry you. think you can take it? awwh, it’s a bit bigger than what you’re used to, hm? shh, stop squirming, we’re here. you’ve completely soaked through your bottoms, whimpering with need, begging for mercy before i’ve even touched your centre. awwh, does my human need a little break to catch their breath... or are you going to be a docile breeding slut and just take it?

[lemonssarah]

if you put your fingers in my mouths and let me suck on them while i sit on your lap then i promise to let you hold your hand on my panties and feel a wet spot form

[specshroom]

*°~There are many benefits to being a mage~°*

Includes: Fem reader x male orc, size kink, "human fetish", friends to more?

In which: Orc with a big problem confides in his mage friend who decides to help him out with a useful spell~🪄

You've been in this town for quite a while now, almost 3 years. That wasn't the original plan but It just so happened that this seaside town was more welcoming than many places you've been to on your travels. It sits at the coast of two major trade routes, connecting people of many different walks of life.

The friendliness and diversity you experienced allowed you to make a few friends you might not have otherwise.

Like the one you're sharing breakfast with right now. His name is Grimmok and he's the self-proclaimed, "Best fisherman in this damn town". He's your typical young, burley orc.

The first time you met him was in the local pub, you were intrigued when a crowd formed infront of the huge orc. He was dramatically telling one of his fisherman's tales and the small crowd hung onto his every word. He was a very good story teller and you happened to be very interested in folklore and myths. You made a habit of just walking up to him, if he didn't look busy and asking him to tell you a story. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see you sitting on the docks listening and writing intently as he waxes on about some old wives tale while repairing his nets.

Now you sit in his home, eating breakfast while he grumbles on about having to train a new fishing boy.

"The boy gets distracted by the smallest things, every time someone even resembling female walks past the docks he's panting like a dog." Grimmok bites into his ridiculously large breakfast sandwich signaling the end of his rant.

He did look more grumpy than usual when he opened the door to let you in for your weekly Sunday breakfast. His shoulder length black hair was tied into a hasty half up half down bun and his stubble looked more scruffy than usual. You can only huff in amusement at his troubles.

"Cmon, don't be too harsh on the kid. You did the same thing with Rosie Cotton, remember?"

The orc stills and huffs indignantly, scratching at his neck. This makes you grin.

"Mhm, you'd be telling me a story and then just stop in the middle of a sentence. I'd look up and sure enough there's Miss Rosie walking on by. Fiery hair flowing in the wind, cleavage spilling out her dress, swaying those hips and-"

Grimmok interrupts your overdramatic musing by flicking your pointy hat off your head.

"Hey!"

"You're acting like you didn't like looking at her too." The big guy grumbles almost like a child. He wipes his hands on his plaid pajama pants and picks up his empty plate, heading towards the sink.

You lean down to pick your hat off the floor, dust it off and mumble,

"Yeah, but I never got to bed her."

The dishes in the sink clatter a little too loudly as he tenses up. You hardly try to stifle your laugh.

"We didn't actually...she was...too small... For me to...." The orc struggles out as he wipes his plate clean.

It's quiet for a minute until you ask.

"But she did try, right? I'm pretty sure that counts, Grim."

The orc just grumbles something unintelligible. You want to sympathise with the poor guy but imagining Rosie Cotton, a "short stack" type of woman, trying to fit his massive green cock in her little pussy was pretty erotic.

"I want to feel bad for you mate but you kind of bring this on yourself. You obviously have a bit of a human fetish."

"It's not a-" The orc goes to defend himself but stops and just sighs when he realises it's no use.

"...and a size kink to boot." You mumble with toast in your mouth.

"I can't help it if I think horny humans trying desperately to take my cock is literally the hottest thing to me!" Grimmok finally lets the dam of sexual frustration burst after you've done a sufficient amount of poking at it. You always were good at getting him to actually talk about his problems.

"But the problem comes in when I actually have to fuck them, they can barely take half! How am I supposed to fuck them!? I'm too big! I'd kill them!"

You can't help but choke on your toast as a cackle forces itself from your throat. "Sorry. I'm sorry!" You struggle between snorts. Your big green friend just stands there with a grimace, arms crossed as he waits for you to finish.

You sigh and wipe your watering eyes. "Well, I'm glad you've confided in me because now I can help you." You wipe your hands clean and stand up from the orc sized table.

"You know that cool thing I can do with my hat?" You take your hat off and reach inside of it, the magic pocket space allowing you to reach your whole arm inside of it when you physically shouldn't be able to.

He nods sceptically still leaning against the sink, a bit concerned about where this is going. He thought by "help" you meant like you were going to pep talk him or something.

"We just have to do this but with...." You gesture down to your crotch.

Grim stands there, mouth slightly agape, blinking at you.

"I mean it's not exactly the same obviously." You pull your trusty spell book out of the hat before placing it back on your head while the pages of the spell book fly open to the page you want. "You basically draw this sigil on someone and then they'll be able to take whatever they can push inside no matter how big. Girth might still be an issue though..."

You explain this to him like you've explained many other spells, like you're reading him a recipe, deliberating what ingredients would work best. He doesn't even know how to react honestly.

"You're serious?"

You clap the book shut and adjust your hat on your head, smugly shrugging,

"This is what I do."

The poor guy just stumbles in disbelief.

"Magic, I mean.... Magic is what I do." You correct yourself a bit awkwardly and clear your throat, regaining your confidence.

"It's a pretty easy spell so we can try this whenever you want really."

"We?"

"Alright! Alright."

"Well yeah, unless you want me to go up to Rosie Cotton and say "Hey love, you mind if I put this sigil on your womb so my friend can finally pound your tight little-"

Grimmok rubs his face with his hands, sighing again and looking unsure. You lean against the sink next to him, barely coming up to his pecs.

"Look, it'll just be a one time thing so you can actually see if human pussy's all that and if you like it, I'm sure we can find plenty of humans who would love to try it out."

"...Alright. That sounds good."

You give a slap to his thick bicep and an encouraging "ata boy."

"and if you don't like this one, I'm sure I could find a spell that'll just make you..." He doesn't miss how you glance down at his crotch. "Smaller."

He huffs and pushes your shoulder playfully, he liked how you could always joke away the tension in any given situation. You walk up to the big wooden chair you were sitting at a second ago and pull it away from the table so that it's facing outward, struggling a bit as it's very much orc sized like most things in his house.

"Cmon. Sit."

You pat the chair, looking at him expectantly.

"Now?"

He's really not used to other people being so forward especially not when it's his mate. You shrug at him.

"Why not? I mean we can wait till you're ready, I don't mind. I have literally all day."

You put your hands behind your back and rock on your feet as you both just stand in his kitchen for about a minute...waiting. He eventually huffs and steels himself, fully committing to the idea and walking over to plop himself in the chair. He's going to put his dick inside one of his best mates.

You place your hat on the table so it doesn't get in the way of your activity and step in front of him. You levitate your spell book In front of you, looking down at the page with the sigil that's way more familiar than you're letting on.

"Okay, I'll face this way so it's less....personal." You turn around so your back is facing him. "You do still need to take off your pants though."

He smacks his teeth, "I figured that." He mumbles, pushing his soft pajama pants down to his mid thighs, immediately freeing his cock as he wasn't wearing underwear. He leaves his white long sleeve on, the sleeves folded to his elbows, giving you a perfect tease of his thick strong arms and multiple tattoos. When he looks back at you and sees that you've already disappeared your pants, he quickly looks away.

Sensing his nervousness you ask with a softer voice than before,

"can I sit?"

He clears his throat before grumbling a "Yeah."

You gently lean down and sit your naked ass onto his lap, legs open wide over his own you can see his half hard cock laying between his legs but try not to stare. Obviously Grimmock is a big guy but he's even big by orc standards so of course his cock is massive even when he isn't fully hard.

Grimmock clears his throat and jolts you out of your thoughts. You adjust a bit on top of him feeling his happy trail against your lower back. Your eyes skim the page levitating in front of you, when you finally find the incantation passage you straighten up and start chanting the ancient words in the text. Your eyes glow and the air feels static, Grim has seen magic before but the novelty never truly wears off.

An intricate shape starts to form right above your pubic bone, where your womb would be. The sigil glows brightly on your skin as Grim peers from above your head to look at it. At first glance he thinks it looks a bit demonic but then remembers he doesn't know anything about magic and decides not to mention it. When the sigil is complete you clap the book shut, immediately cutting off the static energy in the room and startling him in the process.

"That should do it."

You place the book on the table and lean back against his clothed chest, feeling the tension in his body not letting up.

"Damn, I can't believe little Miss Rosie took half of this. What a lass."

Your joke lightens the mood once again as Grimmock scoffs at you. Feeling him relax, you bring your hand down to finally touch the wetness that's been growing for awhile now. "We should still do some prep before you put it in. Is that alright?"

He nods and watches your hand disappear between your thighs. You readjust so that your boot clad feet are on either side of the chair rests. Opening yourself up to the air and to him, he can see you've already got two fingers pushing inside. He hesitates before reaching for his cock and slowly starting to stroke himself under you but it was painfully clear he was holding back.

"I know I'm not as short or.... endowed as Miss Cotton but I could put on a red wig if you'd like."

Grim huffed a laugh at the mental image of that.

"Oh wow~ Grimmie, you're soooo big and strong~"

You say in a high pitched voice (that doesn't sound anything like Rosie Cotton), using her embarrassing pet name while looking up at him and batting your eyelashes dramatically.

Grim scoffs and holds his hand over your mouth "Stop playing around." He tries to sound serious but his smile and the grumble in his chest betrays him. You laugh against his hand holding his wrist. You slowly pull his hand off your mouth and inch it gradually down your body giving him ample time to pull away. He doesn't and you move his hand to rub against your wet pussy ever so gently.

You're both looking into each other's eyes, this was not supposed to be so intimate but it doesn't look like he minds when he takes charge and slowly eases two fingers inside your aching pussy. His thick fingers stretch your pussy so good as you lightly buck into his hand, greedy pussy already hungry for more. The way he's looking down at you with so much need gets you so hot inside. A heat that only increases when he starts pumping his fingers in and out. Grim works you open with one hand and pumps his fat cock with the other.

This entire situation has you pent up and impatient so you pull his hand away and sit up, "I can take it now." He can't help but groan at your words but remains concerned at the perceived lack of prep. Whenever he fools around with humans most of the engagement is spent just doing prep so he's more than a little worried, "Are you sure?"

You don't reply as you gently take his fully hard cock from his hand, holding it up against your stomach to see how far inside you this thing could go. You both groan at the comparison between his ridiculously massive dick and your body, he reaches way past your belly button and into your stomach. Definitely more than a human could safely take. You adjust your legs so that you're almost squatting on his lap, your feet plant on the seat on either side of his hips.

You support yourself with your hand resting on the seat between his legs and lift yourself so you can rub your wetness along the length of his cock. He brings his rough hands to hold your hips gently, not applying pressure but just resting there so he can have something to hold.

You lift yourself up until his tip is in-line with your entrance, slowly rubbing it against your clit. You both groan lightly when the tip pops in and you slowly ease yourself down his cock. He's amazed at how easy your cunt swallows him. You pause half way down to adjust and give a few pumps to the rest of him before your hand leaves his cock to settle next to your other hand on the chair in front of you. He squeezes your hips a little in silent concern and you smile before easing the rest of him in, gently descending until you reach the hilt. Your pubes kiss his and he can't help but let out a weak moan at the sight and feeling of you taking all of him. Finally feeling tight walls grip the entire length of his cock has him reeling. You're overwhelmed as well, It's been a while since you've taken someone this big.

You slowly circle your hips around so that you really feel his cock against your walls deep inside you, you're obviously very pleased with yourself. Grim is seeing stars, eyes shut, head tilted back, trying to regain himself even a little while his literal dreams are coming true.

"Well, we know it works. I guess that's it then." You move to lift yourself off his cock as if your work is done.

"Nononono, Please no. Please."

Comes Grim's hasty but soft displeasure, both his thick arms circle around your waist to keep you in place as he leans against your back, head resting on your shoulder.

"What's the matter big guy?" You lean into his chest, stroke his arm and turn your head to look at him. He huffs, you know exactly what's the matter. He takes a deep breath and lifts his head to look at you.

"I need you."

Your heart jumps in your chest.

"I need you to fuck me...please."

You look up at him, wide eyes, mouth agape as he looks back down at you. The moment is almost sweet until your mouth forms into an evil grin and you snicker softly, a dreadfully familiar mischievous glint in your eyes. Grim closes his eyes and almost regrets all the choices that lead him here.

"Riiight~. I almost forgot, this is probably the first time you've actually been able to fuck someone sooo much smaller than you."

"Poor guy, you must be so pent up, huh?"

You reach down to gently hold his massive ballsack, making him suck in a breath and twitch his thighs.

All he can do is let out a choked moan of your name which only makes you chuckle.

"I can really play the part for you, if you'd like. Y'know the, "Ah, your so deep!" and "You're filling this human pussy up so good!""

You laugh when you feel his dick twitch. Poor Grim can only grip your waist and try to keep his hot face from getting hotter. He looks down at you with pleading eyes and you decide you're not so evil after all. You pat his arms and move them so he's holding your waist. He startles a little when you playfully kiss him on the cheek.

"I've got you big guy."

You lean forward again with your feet under you and start to lift yourself up very slowly until the top of his cock is juuust about to pop out. Your thighs burn as you stay there for a few seconds, teasing Grim and yourself. Grim thinks he might actually cry if you don't move.

Suddenly you grip the edge of the chair and force yourself down hard on his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust. You both groan very loudly, he downright yelps with the sudden movement. You grip the chair and clench around him so hard he can't help the way he grips your waist tightly. One hand covers his mouth as he tips his head back and tries to not cum immediately. He tries to regain his breathing but you have other plans. You can feel him twitch inside you and a desperate need to be filled engulfs you.

You start thrusting up and down on his dick, moving your whole body up and down his length. It's a good thing he can't see your face because you are enjoying this way too much. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you bite your lip, the sensation of being filled to the literal brim is intoxicating. You work yourself and him so diligently, it's no time before your thrusts become more frantic and you're right at the peak. With one final deliberate thrust you cum hard around him, clenching and unclenching like you're trying to milk him dry.

You both moan freely now, though his are more like growls. Your pulsing walls quickly lead him to his own climax, holding you close to his chest and thrusting up into your cunt, spilling hot seed deep inside your womb. You shake and squirm even more with the blissful feeling of your walls being coated with his spend.

After a few moments of you two spasming and twitching you eventually ease up and fall limply against his chest, adjusting your thighs to rest on top of his again. You breathe out a long sigh and bask in the fullness of your cunt, stroking your stomach up and down.

You're blissfully unaware of the knowing smirk that grows on his face. He cards his fingers through his hair, composing himself a little more. His warm hand joins yours in caressing up and down the expanse of your stomach and chest, loving how small you feel in his hold.

"You've done this before." His voice comes out in a low growl that makes you shiver, not expecting it. You crane your head up to see him smirking down at you and all you can do is sit and stare. He chuckles deeply,

"There ain't no way, this is your first time taking a cock this size."

You stumble for words but none come out. His hands caress your thighs and one hand comes up to gently hold your jaw. He leans down really close to your face.

"You're a size queen."

You suck in a breath and your pussy clenches involuntarily around his cock which you only noticed now hasn't gone down at all. Grim laughs louder this time.

"I should've known the second you pulled out that spellbook."

You sit there, quite embarrassed at being caught. You smack his hand away from your waist.

"Shut up, you're the one with the-"

"Yes, we both know about my kinks, you teased me about it enough which is very hypocritical of you."

Grim is just loving the way you fluster and fumble for words right now.

"Oh, so you don't have a thing for inhumanly huge cock?"

He challenges and uses both his hands to bring your naked thighs to your chest, exposing your pussy, leaking with his seed.

"So you don't like the way I stretch and fill this little human pussy?"

You can't help but whine at his dirty words and the position he's binding you into. His cock adjusting inside of you, hitting a new spot.

"If you don't, I guess I could just pull out and-"

"Nonononono... Grim Cmon."

You frantically babble your disagreement, shaking your head. He chuckles again, very pleased with himself at turning the tables on you but thankfully for you he's not as evil as you are and his dick is still painfully hard.

"Alright Darlin, I'll take care of you."

He lifts himself from the chair, leaving a puddle of both of you when he stands. He comforts your whines when he pulls out to set you ass up on the table and just stands at the edge, one hand on his hip and the other leisurely stroking his cock.

You look back at him with confusion, expecting him to just fuck you over the table already.

"If you ask nicely."

He says looking real smug, you sigh in defeat and turn your body so that you're facing him. You disappear the rest of your clothes, leaving you stark naked on the large kitchen table you were just eating breakfast at. That realisation makes him pump his cock harder.

You press your knees as close to your chest as possible and bring your hands down to your puffy, leaking pussy. You spread your folds for him with your fingers and say, as sexily as you can manage.

"Please fuck me Grim."

Grim is so fucking floored, he's cursing himself for not thinking of doing this sooner. He sighs and pumps his cock harder, lining the leaking tip up to your pussy lips. He eases it inside and the new position makes for a new sensation for both of you as different spots are brushed and tension melts away. Once he's balls deep again he gently worms his arm underneath your back to lift you up with ease. You wrap your arms around his neck for support being mindful not to pull his hair. Suddenly you're face to face, looking into his eyes for the first time since you started.

You look into his dark eyes and they relax you, this is your best friend, you trust him. His eyes leave yours to stare at your parted lips. When he sees that familiar quirk on your lips he looks back to your eyes, catching the mischievous glint. You lean closer so that your noses are just brushing against eachother. You feel his breath hitch when your lips meet his. He spares no time getting into it and moves his lips against yours. You make out while he adjusts your body in his hold, one hand on your ass and the other on your waist.

He then, without warning, lifts you up and brings you down hard thrusting the whole length of his cock into you in one hearty thrust. You break from the sloppy kiss for a moment to groan out in absolute ecstasy, loving the way he takes the lead from you effortlessly. He brings down your whole body to meet his upwards thrusts. The way he's basically using your entire body like a fleshlight makes you embarrassingly horny.

It feels like it's been years since you were fucked like this, the way your body is reacting, so sensitive you're sure you could cum again any minute. This is exasperated greatly when he brings you closer to his chest with one arm locked around you so that he can worm his other hand in-between you two and rub at your engorged clit.

You grab at his wrist as he frantically works you to your climax, you basically scream when you finally reach that high. Clenching and shaking on his cock while he holds you up with his buff arms. You cling into him so tightly, getting drool on his shirt. You even squirt a little, getting your wetness all over his cock and the floor. Your intense climax once again has him reeling. The sight of you clinging onto him, squirting and losing yourself on his cock makes his balls clench painfully as his frantic thrusts turn faster and sloppier. He reaches his climax as he holds you close, groaning into your neck, pumping another thick load deep into you.

You both stay like that for a while, coming down from your respective highs. Your fingers slowly unclench from his shirt moving down to lazily caress his chest, feeling it move with his breaths as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He slowly manoeuvres your legs so he can sit back down on the chair, holding you to his chest. His hand strokes down your back as you both soak in the warm, tranquil after glow. His breathing evens out to a steady rhythm and your eyes flutter closed.

Knock knock knock

You both jolt awake and stare at each other wide eyed and then at the front door, which is very much visible from the kitchen. You both stay quiet and he holds you closer to hide your fully naked body if the rude intruder somehow manages to break the door down.

Knock knock knock

"Uhh Mr Grimmock Sir?"

The tension in Grim's body sags when he hears who's on the other side of the door. A hand goes to massage his impending migraine.

"BOY! What do you want?!"

You can imagine the way the poor fishing boy cringes at the anger in Grim's voice.

"Sorry Sir, I was wondering if you could give me some extra lessons on the boat?"

Grim growls in frustration, you chuckle in amusement and start kissing up his neck which settles him down a little.

"Tomorrow lad, it's Sunday."

"But I was-"

"Tomorrow."

The finality in his tone seems to get through to the young man as he mutters an "Alright Sir, see you then." Before walking off, his steps getting lighter and lighter.

"He doesn't want to work all week but suddenly he wants to work on Sunday?!"

Grim's irritation is clear as he gestures to the door incredulously. You can't help but laugh at the orcs misfortune. You settle your arms around his broad shoulders, one hand playing with his hair as his hand begins to stroke down your back again.

"Thank you for...helping out"

He says, quite genuinely.

"Anytime."

You throw him a thumbs up and he has to laugh and shake his head at the award winning nonchalance. When the amusement fades though he leans forward in the chair and brings his hands lower to cup your ass cheeks.

"Anytime?"

You can feel his soft cock gradually hardening inside your pussy and you look up at him in utter disbelief.

"Unbelievable."

You shake your head and chastise him but the smile that breaks on your face rats you put. He grins and lifts you up, walking out of the kitchen. His mouth marks up your neck and his stubble tickles, dull tusks dig into the sensitive skin.

"Just unbelievable."

You mutter to yourself again as your legs hug around his waist tighter and you feel his cum dripping out of your hole, leaving a trail all the way to his bedroom.

[syrupup]

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[saphig-iawn]

Repro

Her third monitor flashed with an alert, a new support ticket had been submitted.

In most positions where support tickets are involved, there would be a groan that would accompany this kind of interruption to one's day. One's mind would fill with the usual rigmarole of the same tired remedies that are often the solution: "Is your VPN turned on?", "have you cleared the cache?", "have you checked the cables?", "is it in your junk folder?", "have you turned it off and on again?".

But her role was different.

Such a ticket didn't send her slouching into her chair. It didn't send her to taking another sip of her energy drink. It gave her a massive grin with excited eyes. She stood up and squeezed out of the nook she had built herself in her office. Padding barefoot to the bedroom she swung open her wardrobe. What mood am I in today... she pondered, as she danced her fingers across the different outfits hanging all in a line. She ran her finger down a latex dress. She felt her cheeks flush. It was a simple number, a tulip skirt with slight height to the shoulders. She loved how it felt on her, how it elevated her almost. Her smile weakened and her cheeks dulled when she saw the time. A lot of prep for a simple ticket, she lamented. But then her fingers found the shiny spandex, the black fabric shone in the warm light of the standing lamp.

The body suit hugged tightly. She honestly felt she might leave it on, it was so comfy. She made her way to her dressing table for a few simple adjustments and additions. The first was long plaited pony tail to tame her dark auburn hair. The next was her lips. A red would work well, but then... ah yes, there's my green, she thought, relieved. She painted her lips, paying deliberate attention to the shape of the lips she wanted to portray. Lips no one would be able to their eyes off of. Then the final addition: the face visor.

It was spotless and sleek. The dark reflective glass covered her face, save for her lips and jaw. She arranged her plait so it ran over her chest, accentuating the reflections of the spandex.

She did chuckle about her lack of footwear as she padded back to her 'office', but with the nature of the ticket she received, it wouldn't matter too much.

The user was reporting abnormalities in operation. Seemingly at random things would slow down, especially if a webpage had a lot of gifs. In bad cases, it would hang or freeze. The fix is incredibly simple.

She sat in her chair, adjusted herself, and connected with the user.

...

The chime of a connecting call perks you up. It was surprise more than anything that made you jolt a little. You didn't expect that the Admin would get to your ticket so quickly, but here she is.

You feel the guilt of taking up someone's time line your stomach. You try to convince yourself that its all fine, the option to contact Admin wouldn't be there otherwise, and that there wouldn't be someone on hand if it wasn't something you were supposed to-

The video call connects.

"Hello darling, what seems to be the problem?"

The guilt and anxiety melts. The messy scribbles of thoughts in your head untangle and calm. With an unprecedented clarity, you explain what has been happening.

"Thank you darling, that is incredibly helpful"

You glow and feel... is that blushing?

"Now, would you be a doll and see if you could reproduce things for me?"

You agree, cheeks burning a touch, and offer to share your screen so she could see, but she declines. The confusion surrounding her decision is forgotten a moment later.

You go to the site you usually go to when you want stimulation but either nothing is grabbing your attention or too many things are. You scroll and scroll and scroll, but everything seems fine. You furrow your brow, and explain to Admin.

"Ok, that's no problem darling, why don't you do everything you were doing when things slowed down last."

You close the site, and open up your work program, open up emails, and then you open the site again. It took only moments before everything began to slow.

...

She smiled.

It was a warm smile.

It spread her emerald lips effortlessly beneath the bottom of her visor.

This was the joy of a productivity program. Each one was tailored to each drone. Some wanted a firm carrot and stick approach, others preferred gamification of their work. This is one was unique.

Her visor hid the way her eyes drank in every moment of the drone slowing down. It starts in the neck first. Its like it has disengaged. The head sits lower. Then it spreads to the eyes. First they unfocus, seemingly staring through the screen, and then the eyelids begin to flutter and semi close. The second cutest part soon follows which is the bottom lip growing so heavy that mouth begins to hang open. The main cutest part is how the drone begins to mumble the mantra "Good drones stay on task.".

Her smile softened.

The fact that her drone came to her with a support ticket meant that the unique element of her productivity programming was kicking in.

That the drone had no idea it was a program. A program they had wanted.

This little ticket, was simply a sign it was working. This was why she'd get dressed up, why she'd relish in the moment. It meant she had a little time with her drone to tend to her. To run little checks. There was a bittersweetness to it, that the drone might never know how much care was being put into it, but right then, in that moment, Admin was happy.

She brought the drone's attention to her visor, and she pressed a little button on a controller that made two green lights flash. The drone's sentence truncated in the air. Its posture straightened out as all emotion tucked itself away in compressed folders.

It was time for maintenance.

Simple pleasures like mobility tests, having the drone stand and sit, position its arms and hands, its face and head. It was like playing with a doll, seeing how all the articulation worked. The drone, prior to its conversion and programming, even set out little phrases to use as vocal tests. Some were what you'd expect, following the norm of such a kink. Others were silly, fun, a little embarrassing. The kind of things that would have the drone blushing after being awoken and not quite knowing why.

More advanced tests were always fun to run through. Memory tests like forgetting simple things like numbers or letters and having the drone respond with outputs that would use the 'forgotten' data. Restricting use of specific faculties, like sealing its lips shut and having it attempt to speak, or locking its arms in place and have it attempt simple object manipulation.

She savoured every moment of this time that would soon be squirrelled away. Its address in the memory of the drone erased, waiting to be reassigned when it wanted it.

...

You blink rapidly, like you had woken from a quick but all encompassing daydream. You apologised to Admin, and asked her to repeat what she said.

"Oh that's ok darling, tech talk can be boring. It seemed it was another cache issue, too much bloat being stored and slowing things down. Should all be working normally now."

The urge to check was surpressed immediately without any concern.

You could feel the heat of your cheeks. You didn't know why but you felt so glad you got to chat with Admin for a brief spell.

You thank Admin for her time, even compliment her outfit, you always liked that kind of look.

...

Her smile lingered after the call had ended. She knew it wouldn't be long before her drone would return with issues again, but that was ok. It was a good drone, and she always loved to tend to her good drones.

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