Monster's Pet

Let’s make a deal

Commission for Anna

Request: Would you be able to do some like, plus size body positivity fluff mixed in with some nsfw? Like a girl who feels too big until she meets a monster who's very big and he thinks she's soft and perfect?

Orc x chubby fem!reader || body worship, oral sex || tw: fatphobia

“I don’t want to do this,” you tell him again you let out with a pout. He looks down at you with the most adoring smile you’ve ever seen, your legs getting a bit weak.

He presses his hand a bit harder against your lower back, guiding you inside the awful store. “But you need to, you know you do. It’s your friend’s wedding, come on.” His reasoning is solid, and you know it, but going shopping at a normal mall with your size… Not the best experience.

You wanted to order it online, but you couldn’t find anything good enough so he suggested the mall… And maybe bribed you with the promise to buy any books that caught your attention if you were a good girl and tried on the dresses you like. Who were you to refuse that? He was offering to buy you books… So you accepted.

And now you are regretting it.

“But… They are all going to look stunning and I’m going to look like a sausage covered in lace or something.” You try to cover it as a joke, but you are really worried about it. You are worried you’re indeed going to look awful next to all of your thinner friends in their pretty dresses.

To your surprise, he continues your joke: “I’d eat that sausage any day.” You chuckle, and then burst out laughing when he adds: “Wait! I do eat her out every day,” he whisper-shouts making the lady at the front turn her head with her nose furrowed as if the comment was disgusting.

Her look brings back all your worries. You bite your lip, doubts overpowering your amusement. “I’m serious. I’m going to look so fat in the pictures. All the other bridesmaids are dainty and thin and I’m going to be the fat friend… again.” You try not to sound bitter about it, but you’ve been the fat friend your whole life, never the pretty one, never the hot one, never the sexy one… And it just hurts to be.

His eyes soften, and his hand caresses your cheek as he tells you: “Okay, let’s make a deal.”

“Another one?” You ask, remembering the book deal you make. You are definitely not forgetting about that one, you’ve been eyeing a couple hockey romances you want to have real bad and he’s going to pay for those.

“Another one,” he repeats with a soft smile. He lowers his voice to make his offer: “If you try on four dresses, I’ll make you come so many times later that you’d be dehydrated by the time I finish.” Your whole body thrums with anticipation.

“And if I don’t?” You tease.

“Then I’ll be a good orc boyfriend and let you sit on my face until you are too tired to feel bad anymore,” he states with a very serious face.

You break down laughing, doubling in the middle and holding your belly as you do so, tears in your eyes. “How is that a deal?”

He arches an eyebrow: “You don’t want it?” He extends his hand and you look at him intensely for a beat. Your heart feels so full you feel like it’s going to explode. He’s just so fucking perfect, always having the best words, the perfect words… Fuck, you love him so much.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Deal,” you tell him with an amused smile as you grab his too big hand and shake it.

You end up in the dressing room with four dresses that you aren’t sure are going to fit either your boobs, your belly or your ass… But you’ll give them a try because your boyfriend insisted. You aren’t sure how they are going to look over all your fat, probably awful, but you take a deep breath and try the first one. It’s a no go, as soon as you try to pull it down your body it clings to your boobs and doesn’t go down.

You take it off with your heart beating too fast and your mood souring instantly. You knew this was going to happen, and still you are feeling worse and worse.

The second dress fits… very badly. It sticks to parts of your body that you don’t want it to, making you feel, as you pointed out earlier, like a sausage.

The third one gets over your boobs and belly, but the second you try to pass it down your hips it gets stuck, leaving you feeling like Winnie the Pooh as your eyes fill with tears.

Your boyfriend asks how is it going three times, as if he knows you are struggling. You tell him you are trying them on, you’ll be out in a sec… As you wipe the single tear that runs down your cheek as your whole brain starts vibrating with self-doubt and self-deprecation.

You want to leave, you don’t want to try more dresses… But there’s only one left, only one pretty emerald dress that looks so pretty you know you are going to be devastated when it doesn’t fit. But you try it either way, the willingness to make good on your deal powering you through it.

To your utter surprise, the dress fits, the corset like upper part hugging your waist and your boobs and making you feel like a princess. The skirt flows around your hips almost to the ground, and a deep cut up your leg makes it feel sexy. You look at your reflection in the mirror and feel something in your chest bloom.

“I think… I think this one is good,” you say as you open the curtain to find him leaning against the opposite wall.

His mouth falls open completely, his green cheeks turning pink as his eyes travel down your body. “You look… wow.” He takes a deep breath, covering his mouth with his hand as if to wipe saliva out of his mouth. “Wooow,” he repeats as if he can’t believe it. Your heart is pounding like crazy in your chest.

“What?” You ask, feeling self-conscious as his eyes travel up and down your body over and over, mouth still agape.

“Absolutely ravaging,” he finally lets out. The blush that covers your cheeks burns as hot as your body when he looks at you like that.

But because you are you and can’t deal with emotions, you joke around: “You are just trying to gain my favor to get your dick sucked.”

He smirks at you, the corner of his lips reaching almost the tip of his tusk. You sigh adoringly as he chuckles. “I don’t need to compliment you to get my dick sucked,” he states.

“Oh, yeah?” You tease, feeling cheeky.

“Yes. Because I know my little human loves to do that. I don’t need to convince her.” You let out an accidental moan at his rough tone. His eyes darken before he’s guiding you back inside the dressing room: “Take off that dress, we need to get home now.”

“But the bookstore…” You try to argue.

“I’ll let you pay your whole online wishlist with my card if you get out of that dress and sitting on my face in the next thirty minutes.” Your big orc eating you out and all the books you want? Yes.

You change in a hurry, almost throwing the cash to the rude girl at the counter as you do, but you don’t fucking care. Your orc is grabbing your hand and pulling you along to the parking lot, his dick clearly hard in his pants. Some people stare, but neither of you worry about them.

You make it home in record time, pulling off your clothes as you run to the bedroom. He arrives before you, laying down on his back and staring at you squirming next to the bed. You are still feeling a bit self-conscious after the dress-fitting.

But the heat in his gaze makes you shiver. “Come here, darling.” His voice is rough and pure sex. You approach the bed, kneeling next to him. “I promise to give you orgasms until you pass out, so come sit on my face and let me rock your world.”

You instantly shake your head. “I’m too heavy for that.”

“No, you’re not,” he says with a growl that makes your clit tingle as he grabs your hips and pushes you down until you are straddling his face.

His tongue darts out as you try not to push too much of your weight on him, but he’s not having any of that. He growls and grabs your hips again, pushing you completely down until his face is smothered against your pussy and his tongue can reach your welcoming heat. His nose is rubbing your clit, and you let out an involuntary cry of ecstasy at the sensation. Fuck, that feels phenomenal.

Before your body could react, he was making out with your pussy until your brain felt like cotton candy and your hands are tangled in his hair as you ride his face with abandon. Your pussy is making obscene noises against his face, so wet it’s almost embarrassing, but the way he’s moaning under you blows away all your doubts. The pleasure overriding your fears of crushing him as he devours you, moaning like a bitch in heat against your pussy lips and making you crazy with desire.

He eats you out like he’s a starved orc, and good goddess if you aren’t living for it. His hands find your belly, your ass, your boobs… He’s groping around your body, making you feel more secure about yourself as you’ve ever felt. He’s just so fucking perfect, always making sure you feel like the goddess he believes you are.

And right now, with your hands in his hair and your clit, rubbing perfectly against his nose, you believe him, too.

He keeps going until your thighs are trembling against his ears and your pussy is gushing around his tongue as you come for what feels like an eternity, your full body shaking over him until you can’t think straight anymore.

And then he does it again.

And again.

Until you are begging for him to stop because your clit feels too tender and you don’t think you can hold yourself up anymore. He chuckles between your thighs, helping you to your back and caressing your cheek, kissing your forehead as your eyes close very slowly.

Before you pass out, he lets out a soft “I love you,” and you melt completely against his warmth and his love, feeling like a goddess.

A beast

Request: I was wondering if you could do an orc husband x chubby reader, she's going all out, going out with her friends, wearing the most SLUTTY outfit she has ever worn, fishnets, tight leather skirt, push up bra, ifykyk, just overall a very slutty and sexy costume, and i can just imagine reader acting dumb when her orc husband questions abt her costume, saying it's her body, yk, and then she goes with her friends to a haunted house party. But her orc husband is following her, making sure no other men or creeps look at her, but if they did, It won't just be fake blood anymore, but when reader get's home, her husband is waiting for her, candles lit, rose petals from the front door to the bedroom, and on the counter in the kitchen a wine bottle and two glasses, and when reader walks inside the bedroom, her orc husband, all cheeky, rose in his mouth, only in his boxers, overall just cute sexy fluff?…

A/N: This turned out more dirty that fluffy, hope that’s okay. Enjoy!

Orc x chubby fem!reader || sex with feelings (?)

You are wearing your sexiest outfit, feeling your best and ready to have a wonderful night with your besties. You walk out the bathroom and you hear glass breaking. You turn around to see your orc boyfriend staring up and down at you with his eyes as big as plates and a tent on his sweatpants.

He’s staring intently at your boobs, that are almost spilling out, when he finally catches his breath and asks: “What are you wearing?”

You bite back a smile, too pleased with his reaction. “Do you like it? It’s my new outfit.” You do a little twirl, maybe even bending down a little so he can see how short your dress is.

“You are…” He swallows hard and you have to bite your lip not to giggle. “You are going out wearing that?” He sounds almost conflicted, his big hands twitching at his sides as he tries not to touch you.

“Yes,” you tell him simply. He nods, not saying anything as you kiss his cheek and walk out the door.

During all the time you are out, you can feel eyes on you, and you are pretty sure who they belong to. Your orc boyfriend is way too big and way too green to hide in the crowd as he intends to. But you ignore him, acting as if neither you or your friends see him in your peripheral. It’s lowkey nice to have him taking care of you like that, even if a little bit too possessive.

But at some point as you are dancing with your friends, he disappears, and you let out a tiny giggle. Your friends laugh with you as you say your goodbyes, all of them smirking knowingly as you walk to your car.

But what is expecting you at the house is a big surprise (pun intended). There’s a trail of rose petals down the hall, and a bottle of wine sitting on the counter. You enter your room with a big smile, your pussy already tingling with anticipation for what’s to come. Hopefully you. Multiple times.

He’s on his side in the bed, staring at the door and with a rose between his teeth as you walk in. You let out a chuckle and he lets the rose fall down. “Too much?”

You approach him, leaning down until your lips brush his. “Just enough.” You melt into a tender kiss, and he pulls you down, straddling his hips and helping you grind against his hard on.

“Your outfit has driven me insane all night,” he whispers against your lips.

“All night?” You ask, playing dumb. He looks like he got caught stealing a cookie, so you let out a chuckle. “I knew you were there.”

“And you aren’t mad?” He asks. His hips are grinding up to your covered pussy, and you are starting to feel the repercussions of it, your whole body thrumming as your pussy gets wetter and wetter.

“No. I like you when you take care of me,” you reassure him, feeling warm inside.

You know you said the right thing the second he growls. “Good.”

He buckles his hips and you lose your balance, but he catches you, manhandling you until your back is on the mattress and his fingers are rubbing up and down the sides of your legs.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says as he rips a hole on your fishnets right over your pussy. He groans when he realizes you are only wearing a thin thong underneath. “If I knew you were wearing this underneath I would have fucked you before you walked out the door.” You giggle as he rips those out, too.

“You are a beast,” you joke as he pushes your skirt up until your pussy is on display, framed by the ripped fabric. He stares down at you, an eyebrow arched, his dick in his hand as he jerks himself slowly. “Go for it,” you whisper, already knowing what he wants.

He pushes inside of you in one long thrust, his hips punting into yours as you wrap your legs around his middle, getting him deeper and making both of you moan loudly. The sex is frantic, your bodies moving in perfect sync as he makes the prettiest sounds over your body.

His hands are all over, groping your boobs over your push up bra, cupping your ass-cheeks, rubbing your clit… His touch is overwhelming in the best way possible as he fucks you as if you are the center of his universe.

Your body is moving on the mattress, to the point you have to reach out over your head and put your hands on the headboard to stop your head from hitting it. He chuckles half brokenly as he lowers you down, impaling you deeper on his cock as he moves you away from danger. You giggle, your body warm with emotions and pleasure.

“I’m so close,” he moans.

He reaches between your bodies, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he presses down, creating the perfect pleasure of his dick against your G-spot as you come with a shout. He fucks you through it, until your body feels weightless and sated.

You hug him closer, rolling your hips urging him to come, too. “I love you,” you whisper against his ear. And that’s what sets him off, his dick twitching inside of you as he roars and spills inside of you.

Patreon exclusive (week 28th to 4th)

Alien inspector (part 10): Mutual sexual arrangement… right?

Patreon Commission for @Pink_Peony98

Request: If possible could you continue with the alien inspector please!

A/N: In last week’s poll alien inspector won, plus someone requested it, so here it is. (I promise next time we’ll get some more sex, I just need to plot to move forward a little.)

Alien (Xyris) x fem!reader || sfw || tw: health talk (kinda)

You woke up when a cold breeze hit your sweaty body. You spent the night tossing and turning, but every time you tried to open your eyes, there was a calming cold hand caressing your face and asking you to go back to sleep. You obeyed, your body too tired to fight against the incredible weight pulling down at your very bones.

Whoever spent the night with you gave you little sips of water every once in a while, but your mouth still felt like a desert when you regained whatever conscious state. Your whole body felt like you got hit by a spaceship and they left you floating in space. You could barely move enough to move from your side to your back.

You slowly opened your eyes, already exhausted, just to get flashed by the neon lights above your bed. You groaned loudly, your head instantly pounding. Fuck, that hurt. Another cold breeze hit your body, and you shivered again, your whole body trembling as you let out a soft whimper.

“I turned the lights off, you can open your eyes now, xaltrix,” a known voice said someplace in your room.

You tried again, this time the lights were indeed off, and you could look around for a bit. You looked to the side, where your door used to be, but now there was a big hole covered with some kind of metal patchwork that looked rough. That was the source of the cold breeze, the broken lines between the metal. Shit, how did that happen?

It hurt too much to think so you moved your head lightly, looking for the one and only source of the voice. You found Xyris instantly, his big tall body resting against the far wall as he stared at you. What the fuck happened? Why was he there?

“What happened?” Your voice sounded more than rough, as if you had been screaming non-stop for days. The realization that you didn’t know how long you were out of it washed over you, leaving you breathless. “How much time was I out?” You tried not to sound panicked, but you had only bits and pieces of the last couple of days, just flashes of pain and vomits and feeling like you were going to die.

Xyris, as calm and collected as he always was, approached your crappy bed, sitting on the chair next to it as if he owned the place. Asshole. But you were so tired you couldn’t even frown at him as he stared down at you with the same emotionless face he always did. “You’ve been sick for four days.” You sighed deeply. Shit. But then he added: “I haven’t figured out what is wrong with you yet.” Wait, what?

“It’s probably just a virus or something,” you tried to tell him.

“On my ship? No.” His tone left no room for arguments, so you closed your mouth and stared at him as he wrote something on his tablet. It felt freeing to be able to look at him like that, just staring at his gray skin and pretty face.

And then another realization hit. “Who told you?” You could see the muscles of his whole body tensing up, but he just took a deep breath and shook his head lightly. So you asked again: “Xyris, who told you? I… I told the doctor I didn’t want you to be here,” you confessed after a short pause.

He didn’t answer your question, but he did have some of his own. “Why didn’t you want me here? I’m the best doctor on this ship and you refused my care… why?” If you didn’t know better you’d almost think he’s hurt by that. But you did know better.

You knew that he didn’t have those kinds of feelings for you. Nor did you. You didn’t have feelings either. Nope. Your arrangement was purely sexual, you had a bit of a degradation and humiliation kink and he had human kink. Mutual sexual arrangement. Even if a little voice in your head tried to argue with that statement. You did have feelings, okay, you could accept that part, but there was no way he did, too.

He always looked so… nonchalant. Like nothing bothered him, like he didn’t have any emotions. For goddess sake, he was surprised that he was jealous. You burrowed into your makeshift nest of blankets as he kept scrolling on his tablet besides your bed, completely unbothered. See? No feelings. Just a mutual sexual arrangement… right?

He said he wanted to date you, he said many things that he thought were human customs, but you still weren’t sure to what degree he meant any of them. You didn’t know what to do about anything relating Xyris, but your brain was pounding and your eyes were very heavy…

You looked back at him just to find him already staring. “Go back to sleep now, I ordered some food for you, I’ll wake you up when it’s here.” He was so sure of himself, always so confident, you didn’t know how he did it. How he was staring down at you and acting all commanding when you didn’t even ask for him to be there.

You wanted to argue with him, not really sure about what, but you just needed to antagonize him a tiny bit. “But I…”

“Sleep, xaltrix.” He said it as if it was an order, and it irked you. But good damn it, he was right, you did want to sleep.

But that word… “What does that word mean?” You asked in a low tone. He just hummed in response, and your eyes closed. Your body was still too weak to antagonize him the way you needed to.

The second you closed your eyes, the memories came crashing down onto you: his feral form, the way he destroyed the door in his hassle to get to you, the way he kicked out the doctor and the nurse… And the way he promised he wouldn’t always stay with you.

You fell asleep against your will, your eyes closing on their own when you wanted to open them the most, a thousand questions plaguing your mind and urging you to wake up and ask them all… But you didn’t, you fell asleep in a stupor.

And because of it, you didn’t hear him whispering very softly: “It means soulmate.”

Alien inspector art

He's looking extra cunty, and come on... LOOK AT THAT SLUTTY WAIST. Obsessed. As always, art by @cheesomancer.

Both? Both.

Dragon x dragon x fem!reader || sharing is caring, size kink, (light) breeding, eggpreg, (light) dom/sub dynamics (femdom)

You watched them fight and struggle with the realization that they were both important to you. They wanted to fight each other constantly, but you weren’t having any of that. You liked them both too much to let them destroy each other for a chance with you, when they both could get what they wanted. And if that meant you got two amazing dragons with incredible dicks… Well, that was a plus.

So, when you decided you were tired of watching them fight the other to gain your hand, you made them kneel in front of you, looking down to the floor until you had enough of it. Did it last three days? Possibly. Did you spend those three days sitting in front of them as they struggled not to look up at you? Definitely. Did you enjoy it? Greatly.

But after that everything turned out for the better. They stopped fighting, or at least they stopped in front of you. You still knew about their “secret” fights, but those were just stupid banter and a few scratches, you knew deep down that they really wanted to take it out on each other, but you said nothing. You just needed to wait enough to see how much it took for them to figure out they wanted to fuck each other senseless.

And even if you hated when they fought… You loved when it was to choose who got to fuck you first, who got to put their eggs in you… Poor dragons didn’t know nobody did anything if you didn’t order it first. But they looked so pretty fighting and growling at each other, pushing each other down until one of them overpowered the other and they were both panting and hard… It was totally worth it to let them fight it out. Especially when you got their dicks as a reward.

You got them on their backs, wings pinned down as you bounced on one dick and then the other, both of them staring adoringly at you as you took your pleasure on them. They were your pretty dragons, your protectors… and your toys. You loved to play with them like this, you loved when one of them lost control and filled you with his eggs, just for the other to growl and push him away just to fill you with another one. By the end of it you were a mess of come and your stomach was distended with their eggs… But you wouldn’t do anything differently. Especially when you told them you had enough and they took it on each other as you watched. Two powerful dragons fighting to see who was on top, just to end up rutting their cocks together until their bellies were a mess and you could lick it off them.

They thought they were two strong dragons protecting you, but when the time came, you were the one bringing them to their knees. Either to eat you out or just because you enjoyed having such big beast completely submissive to you. It was a good power trip, and made you wetter than anything. Outside the bedroom they could be the protectors, but inside… Inside, they had nothing to argue, nothing to fight for… Because you ordered them.

Anniversary special: Double knot

A/N: It all started with a minotaur a whole year ago and I’m still SO SHOCKED how much my life changed thanks to y’all. I would never be thankful enough, truly. I thought what I should post today, and well, minotaur sounds like the correct choice, but let’s… spice it up. *wink*

Minotaur x fem!reader || double knot, knotting, oral sex, size kink, breeding, (light) degradation, (light) dirty talk, praise kink, cum-inflation (kinda)

You’ve been dating your minotaur boyfriend for a long while. And he’s been playing hard to get for equal amount of time. You wanted to get on your knees and blow him right after the first date, but he had been very adamant about it. So you waited, and waited, and jerked off until your fingers were wrinkly and your pussy was clenching over a minotaur dildo you found online.

The same minotaur dildo he found in your bathroom the day you invited him for dinner. Truth be told, you didn’t leave it there on purpose, but it gets you what you really wanted: some real minotaur dick.

You can see the exact moment he realizes what it’s in the bathroom, because he walks right out with it on his hand, staring at you and gaping like a fish. You try not to laugh, you really try to, but the amusement at his shocked face is a lot stronger than your embarrassment.

“What is this?” He asks in a choked breath.

“A dildo,” you mutter holding back your need to laugh out loud.

“A minotaur dildo,” he clarifies for both of you, staring intently at you. You nod slowly, biting your lip to stop the smile threatening to appear. “Why do you have a minotaur dildo?” He looks confused between the dildo and you, and you can’t hold back any longer.

You let out the biggest laugh, bending down to hold your stomach as you laugh and laugh. At some point he huffs and you look down to see him staring at the toy with a smirk.

“You know I’m bigger than this, right?” He asks as you try to catch your breath.

Your brain short-circuits. There’s no way he’s telling the truth, the dildo is huge already. “What?” It’s your turn to be confused.

“Want me to prove it?” He says with a smirk that looks nothing like the sweet minotaur you’ve been dating all these months.

You nod, unable to form words and he approaches you very slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment so long you don’t know how to react. You have enough time to process his movement before he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking to your room as you giggle.

“Naked. Now.” His words are almost slurred and your brain is spinning as you do as you are told.

You get naked in a rush, your body thrumming with anticipation and pent up sexual frustration of all the times you wanted to fuck him and he pulled away. Your brain is almost rushing through the steps to avoid him changing his mind. You want to ride that minotaur cock ASAP.

He’s no better, ripping his clothes off as he stares at every inch of revealed naked skin in front of him until you feel a bit self-conscious. But then he pulls down his pants and you have a lot more to worry than your body. You stare down at his crotch as your eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

“What… What is that?” You are trying really hard not to cringe at your own words, but he’s not only huge but he has two… He has two… Fuck.

“I- It’s… My species…” His breathing is getting labored, his whole body tense as he tries (and fails) to not look at your naked breasts. “My specie has two knots,” he says in a rush, his breathing erratic as he holds his dick in front of him, his hand looking almost tiny in comparison to his monster dick.

You smile up at him, his nervousness calming you a bit. He looks almost cute right there, embarrassed in front of you. “Breathe. It’s okay. I… I can try.” You aren’t sure that’s going to fit inside of you, even less if it’s supposed to get bigger, but god goddess if you don’t want to try. Your pussy is dripping wet and you are definitely going to give him your best.

He moans as if the mere idea of you taking him is driving him insane. “Gods, your mouth. Get on the bed, I… I need to pleasure you before we try nothing.”

You lay down on your back, and he crawls over you. He claims your mouth first, making out like needy creatures as he grinds his huge cock onto your stomach. He whines against your lips and you let out a responding moan. His mouth travels south, sucking a hickey on your neck and kissing a trail down the valley of your boobs. He licks your belly button, making you giggle as you pull at his hair softly. He grins up at you and keeps traveling down.

You can see his hands trembling as he touches your leg, softly caressing them as he lowers himself between your legs. He looks up at you expectantly, and it only takes a nod before his mouth is on your clit. His tongue is a lot bigger than humans, and the texture of it is sending all kinds of sensations down your spine.

You arch your back and he slips his hands under your ass, pulling you up until he’s holding your pussy against his face and you are arching your back impossibly. You moan as he starts eating you out like a professional, the noises he’s making letting you know he’s enjoying this as much as you are.

You grab onto his horns as he devours you like a starving man. The scream that breaks out of you is ragged, and he opens his eyes enough to stare at you as you fall apart and he slips two huge fingers inside your still clenching heat.

His big fingers feel rough against your soft insides. You groan when he pinches a bit too harshly on your clit, a bit too forceful. You know he did it on purpose, he was always gentle, but it feels like you unlocked a new side of him. A feral side of him that couldn’t get enough of you… And good goddess if you aren’t feeling as feral for him.

So you do what you can: you whimper.

He chuckles at your pathetic whine, a spark of cruelness shining through as he opens his mouth to whisper against your ear: “Don’t act shy now, darling. I can feel you squeezing my fingers like a vice. You like this.” He punctuates his words pushing his fingers deep inside, curling them just enough to rub his knuckles against your G-spot. You don’t know where this dirty talked minotaur came from, but you want MORE.

You moan his name, and that’s your undoing.

He fucks his fingers in and out of you in a frenzy, stretching them, adding more, until you’re falling apart messily. He doesn’t let you catch a breath, he doesn’t play games like that. One second his fingers are stretching you, and the next his dick is buried deep inside of you as you scream to the heavens in another soul-ripping orgasm.

He keeps going. Too fast, too harsh, not letting you adapt to his size, to the pleasure. He’s in for one thing and one thing only: filling you deeply.

His dick’s so deep and so hard that you can feel every ridge, every vein. It’s like he’s trying to make your pussy remember him when he leaves, like he’s imprinting himself so deep inside of you, you would only come again if he’s the one fucking you. It feels like the most amazing torture.

You stop being his girlfriend and become his fuck-toy. Just a fleshlight for his minotaur dick to empty in. He grabs your hips, bouncing you on his cock with abandon as he moans and grunts over you, the noises he’s making only driving you higher in your pleasure.

“Are you gonna cum again like a good little whore? Like a good girl for me?” You whine, his words making your eyes roll back into your head as he pounds into your pussy. He’s so big you can feel him in the back of your throat.

The combination of his shaft inside you, his filthy words and his fingers playing with your clit makes your climax hit you like a tide wave, gasping for air as you shake around his dick. But that doesn’t stop him, you’re his to play and his to fuck. You can barely count the orgasms anymore.

“Take my knot, darling. Be a good little whore and take all of me,” he says with a grunt, pushing so deep inside it almost hurts, but sends you spiraling into unstoppable pleasure aftershocks.

The first knot pops into you as you squeeze it with all your strength. You feel so tight around him it’s driving you insane. He doesn’t move, just grinds his hips against your stretched pussy and plays with your little pearl until your eyes are teary from the pleasure.

“Can you take the second one?” He asks between his teeth. His jaw is so tight you can see the muscle tightening as he tries to be as still as possible as you moan a half-assed response.

Your voice is raw and fucked out when you let out a soft: “Please.”

He roars as you feel the second one expanding inside of you, right at the opening of your cervix, sending all kinds of confusing pleasure signals into your brain. You don’t know if it’s pleasure or pain, you don’t know if you want more or less. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible. And it only gets better (or worse) when you feel the come inside of you. He comes and comes and comes...

Your vision goes black, and you go limp as he pumps you full of cum. You look down in time to see the bulge on your lower abdomen. His big body was pressing you down as you tried to remain conscious as waves of indescribable pleasure rocked your body until you were nothing but an exposed nerve of desire and orgasms… his perfect fuck-toy.

“That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing so good. Can you come again?” His knots inside of you feel too much, too big, too stretched… But the way his fingers are still playing with your oversensitive clit is sending you over the edge. Your pleasure feels raw, a sweet torture as you scream voicelessly, not a single sound coming out of you. “One more, little whore. Give me one more, darling.”

His soft tone calling you a whore and then darling, and the next shoot of his come inside of you precipitate you over the edge. Your orgasm ripping out of you and leaving you boneless under his too big form. He ruts his hips against you, sending wave after wave of aftershocks to your every cell, making you black out for a second.

He’s breathing hard over you, his hair obscuring his eyes as he kisses your forehead. “I knew you’d be the one,” he whispers with a smile.

A/N: Thank you again for a year of monsterfuckery and happiness I didn’t even know I deserved. <3

Easter special: Alien Easter

A/N: Did I imagine the alien as someone similar to the Easter Bunny from The Origin of the Guardians. I don’t confirm nor deny it… But yes. Enjoy!

Alien x gn!reader || eggpreg, oviposition, breeding, dub-con, overstimulation, (very light) degradation

He pushes his hips deeper, making you moan like a whore. “Come on, little bunny, you can take one more,” his soft words try to coach another egg into you.

“I- I don’t know if I…” You try to tell him, but your voice breaks with a loud moan when you feel the stretch of another egg going in.

Your stomach is already distended, egg after egg filling you until you feel like you are about to pop and he’s just rubbing against your special spots until your eyesight goes white and he can slip another egg into you as you climax for the thousandth time.

You had so many orgasms you can’t feel half your body already, you are just a puddle of pleasure and come. His seed is overflowing from your abused hole, and he keeps fucking into you as if it’s his life mission. And good goddess if you aren’t enjoying it more than you thought possible.

“Shhh, little bunny, just a couple more and then you’d be nice and round with my eggs. Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you like to be pretty all full of me?” You moan at his words, too tired to tell him you are already round with his eggs.

He pinches your nipple and kisses your neck, his actions so soft compared to how hard he’s fucking into you. How hard he’s pressing egg after egg in you… “You said one more…” You weakly remind him.

His voice is almost begging when he speaks again. “Just one more, I swear. One more and I’ll pull out of you,” he says between grinding his hips against your hole and kissing your forehead sweetly.

You cry out his name (or you try to with your fucked out voice) as you feel his dick expanding once again, another egg joining the dozens already inside of you. You can feel them sloshing inside of you, the mix of eggs and come driving you insane.

He pulls out and you can feel the mess between your legs, his self satisfied smile looking at his doing making it even more obvious how messy you must be. You can’t really see anything over the bulge in your stomach where his eggs lay.

“What now?” You ask when your brain gets back into action, your body so tired you can barely open your eyes to look at him over you.

He looks up at you for a second before announcing: “Now I let you rest for a while… And then I fish them out,” he bites his lower lip as he stares back to your leaking hole. He looks mesmerized, and if you weren’t so fucked out you’d be embarrassed.

“You what?” Your voice sounds high pitched, and you try to sit up, but your body is too tired to do so.

He pats the side of your leg in a calming manner, his eyes never reaching your face as he licks his lips and probes your hole with his fingers, making you shiver because of how tender you are. That makes his grin so wide you think he’s going to get sore cheeks.

“You won’t be able to push them down on your own… So I’ll help.” He looks giddy with excitement at the prospect to pull the eggs out of you, and you can’t even care that he’s a freak like that. You fell in love with him already knowing he was an alien pervert.

You are too tired to get more explanations. “Okay,” you let out in a whisper before your eyes close.

You wake up with a moan, your body thrumming with sexual energy as you feel his hands caressing your sides and his furry body rubbing against your hip. He’s hard again, and his dick feels huge again. You aren’t sure if you are up for another round, but you’d definitely want to try.

“Again?” Your voice is slurred and he chuckles.

“It’s time to get them out, little bunny,” he announces, his big body looming over you. His completely black eyes focused only on one thing.

“Ho- how?” You ask with a sigh when his fingers probe your hole once again. It feels raw and stretched, and his touch feels like a thousand electric shocks running down your spine.

“I fish them out,” he explains as he pushes three of his fingers inside your hole without warning. You let out an unhinged groan as he starts wriggling them. You can feel his fingers elongating, you never though dating an alien who could stretch his body would be this fun, but good goddess…

His fingers reach so deep inside of you that you are worried he’s going to touch your organs, but good goddess if the wriggling of his fingers trying to catch the eggs is not sending you into all kinds of new pleasure levels. You never thought you’d be into this kind of… exploration, but is doing something for you. It’s doing a whole lot for you.

Your whole brain is melting inside your head and you can’t do anything but to weakly roll your hips with the excuse to help him out, but in reality just trying to reach that orgasm that feels at the tips of your conscience.

You don’t even know if you can come anymore, you feel completely spent, he milked each drop of pleasure from your body and your greedy little hole is just asking for more… You can’t believe how much of a whore you are for him, but damn it, the embarrassment only makes you hotter.

“Push down, little bunny. Help me take them out…” He instructs, one of his hands slowly caressing your sweaty skin as he

“Please,” you beg not knowing what you are asking for.

“On it,” he says in his most cheerful voice as you feel his fingers curl inside of you until you feel him pulling back.

He almost cheers with happiness when he shows you the first egg. You look at him, blinking really slowly as your body releases some pent up tension. But then he pushes his finger back inside and you are screaming once more, your body seizing as you come once more.

The pleasure is borderline painful after so many orgasms, but he’s relentless as he pulls out two eggs at the same time. The stretch is so big you think you are about to be split in two.

“How… How many more?” You ask between muffled groans after he pulls three more out.

“Just a few more, little bunny. You are doing wonderful. Your hole looks so pretty, so stretched and abused for me. I should take a pic to immortalize this moment.” You clench involuntarily at his words and he chuckles. “You like that, don’t you? We’ll explore your fantasy next time.” You moan at the prospect, your body trembling as he fishes another one out.

By the time the last egg is out of you, you have had so many orgasms your legs are shaky and you can’t move. Your face is all messy with saliva and tears as he licks it off you and tells you how well you did for him. You fall asleep with a smile on your lips and his come slowly dripping out of your stretched hole…

Happy Alien Easter for you.

Set up by a baby orc (part 17)

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || sfw (mostly)

You wake up with your mouth dry and a soreness in your lower back that makes your first stretch feel like ecstasy. And the second your arms are over your head and your brain catches up with reality, you can feel your whole face blushing as you remember what happened last night.

You didn’t intend on calling him, well, you did, but not for that. You just wanted to hear his voice. It was a spur of the moment decision, you were a bit more than horny when you arrived home after your date. Especially after that goodbye kiss that left you shivering from head to toe as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

You were just human, okay? You had a hot piece of orc in front of you looking ready to eat you and you just… wanted to let him. So when you were half naked on your bed, your hand traveling south… you just dialed him.

You weren’t expecting anything, you weren’t even sure what you wanted, but good goddess if you didn’t get a lot more than expected. You still got hot under the collar just thinking about it. The way he moaned your name, the way he directed your movements until you were coming around your fingers, and the way he called you a good girl…

Fuck. You were getting wet again thinking about it. You didn’t even know you had a praise kink, but the second his words were out of his mouth your whole body reacted. You wanted to hear it again. You wanted Unax to call you a good girl again. And to make good on the fantasy he told you about. To ride him… good goddess. The images in your head were making you almost dizzy with desire.

Get your mind out of the gutter, girl, you reminded yourself.

Work. You needed to go to work. You had a thousand things to do today, and when you look at the clock again you realize you are late. You need to leave in less than five minutes if you want to make it on time for the first bunch of kids arriving. Damn it.

The day goes by very, very slow. But at the same time you can’t seem to relax for a single second. You barely talk to Unax all day, unable to text him. You had to rush through your morning and then you don’t even have a tiny break all day, the kids always needing something.

You barely have time to go to the bathroom before somebody is screaming and there’s a minotaur with clay over his horns. Or shortly after when a naga accidentally (or so they said) bites into somebody’s arm and gets freaked out when there’s more than two punctures. You have to explain to her that even though she has fangs, they are really tiny and the rest of her teeth can also leave an imprint. That followed a lot of questions about monster anatomy that you had no idea about…

You loved your kids, but you need a damn rest today.

That’s why you are especially nervous when pick up time arrives. Well, more than nervous you feel giddy. Your whole body thrumming with anticipation because you know Unax is picking the baby up today. He sent you a message confirming earlier and you can’t wait to see his pretty green face and maybe get a kiss or two. Or three if you are lucky. You really need a good thing to happen today before your whole good mood dissipates into a shitty one. Just one little bit of joy… In the form of a thick orc if possible.

You are (once again) waiting impatiently at the daycare door, expecting to see your favorite orc arrive to pick his nephew when a new orc appears. She’s very tall, easily as tall as Unax and looks incredible walking to you two as her black long hair sways behind her. You sigh, not comprehending how the baby orc’s family can be so fucking pretty, it’s insane. You guess she’s one of his aunts, maybe one of his sisters? You aren’t sure. They look nothing alike, but neither do Unax and the baby’s mother.

The baby orc next to you looks excited to see her, so you let go of his hand as he runs to the newcomer. “Who are you?” You ask her with a smile as she picks the baby with one arm (how strong is she, oh my goddess?).

You are too focused on the way she’s hanging the kid upside down as he giggles to fully process her next words: “I’m Unax’s girlfriend,” she says with a smirk, tossing her hair over her shoulder. You feel how the blood from your face drains completely.

He has a girlfriend?!

As pretty as you are

Request: Hello, it’s the fem!Minotaur anon and yes I’d love to request!! And I was wondering if you could do something fluffy & with a good balance of smut (and a hint of body worship?) with the plus sized fem!Minotaur with a masc!high elf ? Especially a good dose of height difference if you can too, please! And ofc take your time since you mentioned that you’ll busy with other works… have a nice day and thank you! <3

Elf x fat fem!minotaur reader || body worship, oral sex, size kink || tw: mentions of fatphobia (implied)

The bad thoughts have been dancing around your head all day before you break down and ask him: “Do you find me attractive?” You stare at him, looking all handsome in his traditional elvish fashion. He’s just so… perfect.

“What? Of course!” He looks almost offended that you dared to ask him that. “Where is this coming from?” He approaches you, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat of his body. You have to look down at him, his neck arched up to look at you. He’s so tall for elvish standards, but so tiny in comparison to your minotaur size...

You sigh heavily. “I just… I’ve heard people talking. How I’m so much taller and bigger than you and I… I got self-conscious about it.” He’s looking at you like you just grew a second head. “It’s just that you are so lithe and regal, and all pretty… and I… I’m too big and strong and horns and...”

“Stop it. They know nothing about me. Or you. They know nothing about us. I like those things about you. I like how you look. It turns me on.” You look at him with unshod tears in your eyes, blinking fast to avoid them. His frown only deepens. “Get on the bed. Now.”

“But…” You try to argue. You had places to be, stuff to do.

But his tone leaves no place for questioning. “No buts, only your butt,” he jokes. You let out an amused huff and he smiles. “Bed. Now,” he repeats. You know what that means.

If he has to repeat it a third time, it wouldn’t look good on you. You’d probably get punished. And even if that idea shimmers in your brain… You don’t have the energy to fight him. You don’t want to. You only need him to reassure you that he loves you, that he likes how you look. Goddess, you wish other people’s comments didn’t matter so much, but after being that minotaur girl all your life you can’t just ignore it.

So you lay in bed.

And he follows.

Laying down your height difference is not as noticeable, but when his hands lay on your body, you can see the absolute difference in your size. You don’t care much about it, but you know it brings him pleasure to see you like that. To have such a strong big minotaur at his mercy… And you like that. You like to bring him pleasure, especially when it means having him look at you like he is right now. Adoringly.

He slowly peels off your clothes, as if he was unwrapping a present and didn’t want to wrinkle the paper. He takes his time, not touching your skin if he doesn’t have to, making you more and more desperate with each passing second. By the time you are naked, your whole body is vibrating in anticipation.

The first contact of his fingers against your skin makes you arch your back, a current of electricity waking up every cell in your body until you are moaning. You never get how he can make you so horny with so little, but damn if you aren’t dripping wet for him already. It must be elvish magic.

His fingers are followed by his soft lips, kissing patterns on your brown skin until you want to scream. But he doesn’t let you react before his tongue is touching one of your erect nipples and your brain is shimmering in pleasure. He worships your udders like he has all the time in the world, playing and pinching, sucking and licking until your brain is a mess of unconnected thoughts that only make you want to scream his name. But it’s not enough.

“I need more, please…” Your voice is barely a whisper, but he looks up at you with a mischievous smile and you have to press your tights together to try to get some pressure.

His words turn you on and annoy the shit out of you at the same time: “Patience is a virtue, my lovely minotaur.”

But he doesn’t follow through with that statement. He’s as impatient as you are. He follows a trail of kisses down your strong tummy, kissing each one of your abs and parting your legs with gentle hands.

He smiles at you one last time before diving in your pussy with the hunger of a thousand men. From then on, it’s all a blur of pleasure and intensity that leaves you shivering and screaming his name at the top of your lungs. He devours your pussy like he’s a man on a mission, using every single trick he knows, touching every single centimeter to make you feel a pleasure like any other.

You don’t want it to end, but the pleasure is too high, his fingers too dexterous and his tongue too perfect… You come with a cry, his mouth sealed over your clit and his fingers rubbing your most special place until you are begging him to stop before you make even a bigger mess.

He pulls back with the most self-satisfied and smug smirk ever. “Do you believe me now when I say you are the hottest and most beautiful minotaur ever?” You nod, unable to for coherent phrase yet. He climbs up your body until his hands are caressing your face softly. “Never doubt how perfect you are to me,” he whispers against your forehead before offering you some water to calm your raw throat. You smile up at him, your eyes half closed already.

A nap sounds good right now.

Tentacle week: Day 4. Forest entity: the reappearance

A/N: This is for the ones who have been here for a long time. You can find part 1 here and part 2 here.

Forest entity x fem!reader || tentacles (vines), bondage, edging, double penetration, squirting, anal sex

“We find each other again, human…” The voice behind of you didn’t startle you this time. You were expecting him.

You came looking for him, and thanks to the compass he gifted you last time, it didn’t take long for you to find him. He was deep in the forest, resting against some flowers and looking otherworldly. He was so beautiful in such an alien way, you almost choked because of how you were holding your breath. He turned around and his inhuman eyes met yours, making you shiver in the process.

Fuck, you were already wet and he didn’t even approach you. He barely moved and you were more than ready to be taken. To make an offering to the forest as he said last time. You would offer all of you if he wanted. You would give him your everything if he kept fucking you dumb like the other two times.

He stood up, his tall brown frame looking like a god. “Did you come to make an offering again, human?” He asked, head crooked to the side and eye inquisitive as he stared you up and down.

“Yes.”

But when you thought everything was going to be easy, he questioned: “What if the forest doesn’t want it anymore?”

You bite your lip, confused and out of your element. You weren’t expecting that, you didn’t know what to answer… But then you squared your shoulders and fought for what you wanted. “I would offer it either way,” you let out in a rushed breath. But then added: “Freely,” just in case.

He stepped towards you but stopped a few meters away. His voice was monotone when he asked: “Is it freely, human? Or are you being selfish and coming here to get your pleasure? Are you trying to alter the balance of the forest giving too much?” He didn’t sound angry, but you weren’t sure what he was feeling at all.

“Wha- what? No,” you stuttered, sure you sounded stupid at that moment.

He got a bit closer, something akin to a smile playing on his wooden lips. “Did you really want to make an offering, or are you here just to get your pleasure?”

“I- I came to make the offering,” you lied between your teeth, unsure.

“Liar. Try again.” He chuckled and it sounded like little birds chirping. Weird.

You took a deep breath, not sure what to say but horny enough to say the truth: “I… I want you. I want the vines. I came here for you.”

He looked at you with hi head crooked to the side, the forest moving around him, some little animals pausing to stare at him before continuing on their journey. He was staring without saying anything, and you were getting more and more nervous with each passing second.

“I see…” He simply said, still staring at you. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your hopes of getting fucked dissipating. “Get naked then,” he said after a while.

His change of topic made you feel unsure. “What?” You knew you were gaping but you were more than confused.

“If you want to get fucked, then get naked. I will fuck you.”

“But you said the forest doesn’t want an offering.”

“It doesn’t. But I like your holes and how they squeeze around my vines,” the way he said it as if he was commenting on the weather was a bit of a whiplash, but you shook your head and undressed. You didn’t care if he wanted an offering or he simply wanted to fuck you. You wanted to be fucked.

Your shirt and shorts ended up on the floor as he approached you, never close enough to touch. He only stared at you, inspecting your body as you tried not to cover yourself. When the vines appeared around him and touched your wrists and ankles, you knew what was coming.

Your body was suspended in the air and surely secured by his roots and vines, legs and arms far apart, leaving you completely exposed. Some more vines appeared, caressing your naked skin as he only… stared.

“You aren’t gagging me this time?” You asked between labored breaths, your heart going a mile per minute in anticipation.

“Not this time human, this time I want to hear you. I want all the forest to hear your cries of pleasure.” He accompanied his statement with a long vine parting your pussy lips, exposing your center to his inquisitive eyes.

He cooed at you when you whimpered, shushing you as he caressed your hair softly with his hand, the vines still not touching where you needed them more. The vines moved and caressed around you, like a massage, tightening and releasing, pressing and tickling... It was maddening in the best way possible, attuning your body to each one of his tiny movements until you were begging to be fucked.

“Please, please…” Your begging didn’t make him change anything, his pace still slow.

“Patience, human. You said you wanted me, so I’m going to take you as I please,” his teasing made your insides twitch. Your pussy was dripping wet, his nonchalance doing it for you.

But he softened after your begging, his vines pressing inside of you, his fingers pinching your nipples until they felt raw and achy in a way that sends direct shocks to your clit. He was teasing you, lowly but thoroughly, until your pussy was a mess of arousal and you couldn’t do anything because the vines were tight around your body. You were at his mercy once again, and you fucking loved it.

And then he pressed his vines inside your welcoming pussy, sending you into a spiral of screams and moans. The vines in your pussy pressed against your G-spot intently, not moving much, but making you go mad with pleasure. There were others rubbing along the sides of your clit, the sensation too rough and raw. Some more juices gushed around it as you came loudly. He only smiled and cooed, not stopping his assault to your senses. He kept fucking in and out of your pussy, his vines rubbing your clit surely to milk all the pleasure out of you.

He controlled all the vines and roots around you until you couldn’t feel anything that wasn’t him. Anything that wasn’t the pleasure he was giving you. Your body felt like an exposed nerve. And when you thought you couldn’t take more, he surprised you once again, pressing a new thinner vine against your asshole, just like he did last time, penetrating both holes until you were oversensitive and full… so very full. You couldn’t stop crying in pleasure, your voice almost gone.

He fucked you in tandem, both holes filled and stretched around his vine as he caressed your face and pinched your nipples, your body still suspended and at his mercy. You came over and over, until your body was lax and tired and you could only whimper as he drove another orgasm out of you. You were sure there was a river of juices running down your legs.

And then, he did it once again. What no human could ever do before him. He made you squirt, your juices gushing around his vines, showering everything under you with your pleasure as he hummed in pleasure and approached you, his long fingers caressing your tear stained face as he told you how good you were. You ascended to another dimension, the pleasure beyond any human realm, the orgasm so good your brain disconnected from reality.

You passed out, once again.

A/N: I hope you guys have enjoyed this week, let me know if you want to do a different one next month (it would obvs be mer-may). I think this is a fun way to give y’all a few extra stories. :)

Tentacle week: Day 3. Let’s get kraken

Kraken x gn!reader || oral sex, tentacles, dirty talk, (light) dom/sub dynamics, (very light) degradation

When you matched with a kraken in the dating app, you expected some kind of water-date, whatever that meant. But you are still surprised when he asks you to meet him in a lovely little secluded area with rocks and the most amazing sunset. You’d been talking for a while already, and you are pretty sure this date is going to end with you stuffed with tentacles, but you don’t want to assume too much. But goddess do you want it.

You arrive with a friend, obviously, you aren’t that crazy, and after they met and your kraken date assures your friend he’s a good guy… and you take a pic of his monster ID in case something happens (you can never be careful enough), you are game. You are more than game. You are fucking dripping down your legs just thinking how those tentacles will feel inside of you.

He looks incredible against the rocks, his strong blue body so big and fucking magnificent… you almost swallow your tongue the second you see him. And by the looks of it, the reaction he has to you is no different. You are staring at each other as if you haven’t seen pics of the others a thousand times already. But goddess, you weren’t expecting him to be so fucking hot. Well, you were, but he’s still a lot better than you expected.

There’s a little table next to the rocks, with one chair and what looks to be some kind of pasta. He prepared dinner for you two, but at that second, you don’t fucking care about food. You want nothing more than to fall down onto the sand and let him ravish you until you can’t remember how human dicks feels like, and your brain is filled with the sensation of being stretched around tentacles.

Fuck, you need to stop thinking about it or you are going to embarrass yourself. Get it together, you chant in your head.

You aren’t sure what you’re about to say, but when you open your mouth what comes out is: “Kiss me?”

He blinks twice before he’s approaching you. “Fuck, yes.” His words are barely a whisper as he grabs your face with his tentacles and guides your head a bit up so he can lean down and claim your mouth in the most amazing kiss you’ve ever received.

When you part ways, you both are breathing hard, and he looks as dazed as you feel. “Wow,” is what he says next, making you smile at him.

“Wow,” you repeat back to him, a grin big enough to make your cheeks hurt. There’s only one thought on your mind when his tentacles wrap around your body like an embrace. “Do you wanna…?” You don’t finish the sentence, but it’s pretty clear what you mean.

You aren’t usually the one to fuck on the first date, but fuck, he’s hotter than the sun and you want to feel his tentacles more than anything. You might have a bit of a tentacle-kink, and having him in front of you in all his glory… It’s doing a lot of things to your insides. Your hole is clenching over nothing and you can feel heat pooling down your belly.

He grabs your face again, kissing the tip of your nose. “Are you sure? I’m content if we only kiss today.”

He sounds sincere, and you are more than sure that if you told him right now you don’t want to fuck ever, he would be okay with that, too. You know he has a crush on you, the same way you have a crush on him, but the way you are feeling right now, with his body pressed against his… It’s a lot more than you expected. And yes, you are more than sure.

You push your body up on your tiptoes, his tentacles holding you flush against his body. “I want to feel your tentacles in me,” you whisper against his mouth. He whines and your mind short-circuits. “Goddess, that’s so hot.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be whimpering in no time,” he lets out before claiming your mouth in an earth shattering kiss. He pulls back and starts kissing down your neck. “But I’d prefer if you are the one whimpering, little snack,” he whispers and you let out a guttural moan. Fuck.

You breath out a short “yes” and he chuckles. He pulls back completely, his tentacle still holding you up as your knees threaten to give out under you. He looks you up and down, admiring you as you blush like fire. He helps you take your clothes off slowly, the warm breeze against your skin makes you break out in goosebumps as he hums, his tentacles caressing your skin.

You are still wearing your underwear when he whispers: “Bend over, show me where you want my tentacles buried, little snack.” You weren’t expecting his order or his dirty talk, but the way he says it makes you whimper.

You bend down in front of him, your face red as a tomato with embarrassment as he sits more comfortably on the rocks. You pull your panties down slowly and he lets out a slow exhale. You can almost feel his eyes on your skin like a caress, but his tentacles are firmly planted on the rocks and sand around his body.

You take your underwear off completely, but when you are about to stand up again, he makes a shushing sound, a big tentacle landing on your lower back and pressing down. “Don’t move, I like you just like that. Spread your cheeks for me, let me see all of you.”

You do as told, your hands going to your backside and opening yourself to him. He let’s out a moan, and you know what he’s seeing. He’s seeing your glistening hole, more than ready to take him, and it makes your head feel a bit fuzzy with embarrassment and desire in equal parts.

“Fuck, you look so good like that, you listen so well. Are you going to be a good little snack and let me have dessert first?” You nod, your hair falling over your eyes as you feel his tentacles caressing your back and legs.

You feel surrounded in an overwhelming kind of way that’s driving you insane with pent up frustration. You aren’t one to beg, but you are really close to becoming that. You feel two strong tentacles wrapping around your legs, pulling you back as you let out a screech as he chuckles behind you.

“Relax, I’m just going to eat my snack now.” That’s all the head’s up you get before his soft lips and tongue are doing wonders against your warmest place.

You are writhing, your hands still holding you open for him as he devours you. You are screaming, probably scaring all sea-life around, but you don’t care. The only sea creature you care right now is behind you, eating you out like his life depends on it and you are pretty sure he would be saved. You are chanting his name as he hums against your hole, his tongue going in as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going… I’m so close…” You warn him.

He hums against your hole, his tongue pulling back as you feel the tip of one of his tentacles pressing in. It takes you less than two seconds to scream his name at the top of your lungs as you fall apart with his tongue caressing the area around his tentacle.

He keeps pressing, helping you ride out the orgasm with more and more pleasure. He pushes his tentacle further, deeper, and your breath gets caught in your throat as he wriggles it around, pressing against your G-spot and sending you into a second orgasm even before the first one subsided. You never felt like that, you never felt such mind-numbing pleasure.

The ridges and suckers on his tentacles are driving you insane as he goes as far as possible. You feel like he’s about to split you in two, but you don’t fucking care. You want to be impaled, if you have to die today, so be it. You’d die happy being fucked on a kraken’s tentacle.

You are whimpering and whispering words that make no sense, but he doesn’t seem to mind as his tentacles embrace your whole body until you are pressed back against his chest, his lips traveling up and down your neck as he sucks hickeys on your skin.

His tentacle is not moving, he’s only resting there, wriggling the tip a little and making your insides get all fluttery as you whimper over and over. He holds you close as he whispers, “are you ready to get fucked, little snack? I enjoyed my little meal but I’m ready for the main course.” You let out a groan that you hope he accepts as a yes.

He chuckles and starts pulling the tentacle back, the way it feels rubbing against your inner walls is better than you expected, is better than anything before. And when he starts fucking you in earnest, you are unable to form any more coherent thoughts. Your whole body is attuned to the tentacle fucking into your needy hole, to the words he’s whispering against your ear as he defiles you in the most amazing way possible.

You are cradled in his embrace as he fucks you with abandon, bouncing your body with his tentacles. You can feel another orgasm at the tip of your fingers, your whole body reacting to the pleasure little by little, building and building until you can’t think, you can’t do anything but moan as he fucks your hole. His tentacle feels amazing inside of you, stretching you so well.

“Come for me again, let me feel your hole fluttering around my tentacle before I fill you to the brim, little snack.” His words are like a trigger, and you let go of your body with a cry as a third orgasm rocks your body.

You feel his tentacle twitching wildly inside of you before his release floods your insides and starts dripping around his tentacle. He doesn’t take it out, he just stays inside as other tentacles rub the spilling seed around your hole. It’s filthy, it’s borderline sinful… and you fucking love it.

You are still half dead when he sighs. “The pasta must be cold by now.” You huff in amusement. ““I wanted this to be a nice date but you are so delectable that I couldn’t hold myself back.” You moan, still too fucked out to talk. “I guess we’ll need to meet again tomorrow for a repeat. Of the date,” he clarifies, but you can hear his smirk. “Or the dessert,” he adds, pushing his tentacle back in your leaking hole and making you scream his name as he starts fucking you again.

Well, you were right about one thing: tentacle sex is way better than any human sex you had before.

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Tentacle week. Day 2. Any hole is a goal

Tentacle-monster x fem!reader || free use (kinda?), breeding, tentacles, bondage, overstimulation, (very light) dirty talk, cum-inflation || tw: mentions of pregnancy

You look at your boyfriend from your position in the bed. Your arms and legs are tied to each corner, you are completely naked and exposed. Your whole body is trembling in anticipation as he paces around, his tentacles moving around his body threateningly. You know he’s not going to do anything to harm you, at least not in a way you wouldn’t enjoy completely.

He looks half mad with desire, and knowing you were the one to put it there only makes your pussy get wetter. You’ve been dripping since the second he realized what you did and looked at you with a frown. You already anticipated all of this happening, because above all, you are a little shit that might like being sexually-punished a bit more than normal.

“What did I tell you?” He asks for the third time, making you roll your eyes at him. You know you are being a little shit and a brat, but you want him on the verge of wildness.

You fake innocence again, squirming as if you were trying to get out of the restraints. “I- I don’t know.”

He glares. “Try again. What did I tell you?” He repeats the question, and the twitch in his eye lets you know it’ not a good idea to argue with him anymore.

So you answer the truth: “That I would tell you when I stopped taking contraceptives.”

You’d been talking about having kids for a while, and you weren’t ready yet. But a couple of days ago you decided it was time, you were ready… and you knew how much of a breeding kink your tentacle-monster had. There was no way you were going to waste the opportunity to get punished, fucked and bred all three in one.

“And what did you do?” He asks then.

A muscle in his jaw ticks, and his tentacles move rapidly around him. You know he’s feeling agitated, and that’s exactly how you want him: almost feral for you. You want him to fuck you until you can’t think, until you can’t feel anything that’s not his come inside of you.

You continue with your truth-telling, trying to bite down the smirk. “I didn’t tell you.”

“What else?” He asks, confusing you for a second.

“Nothing else,” you let out in a breath. But his eyes are dark and his whole body feels like a predator about to eat his prey.

“Nothing else? You stopped taking contraceptives, and you walked around this house without pantie for two days, not telling me why. You were driving me slowly insane…” You bite your lip hard, trying not to smile. You know a smile right now could backfire. “You can smile, I know what you did. We both know. You were a very bad human, and now you are going to let me do what I was meant to.”

“And what is that?” You ask with a smile, your bratiness showing more than ever.

He crawls over your body, his tentacles touching every part of you until you are squirming, trying to get him where you really want to. “Now you are going to be tied down to this bed until I had my fill and your cunt is so full of come you are completely bred.” That’s your only warning before he’s slipping one of his mating tentacles inside of you. “You are going to be fucked over and over until you can’t understand human nor monster language. You are going to be so full of come you are going to taste it in the back of your mouth. You are going to be so full your stomach is going to be distended.” You moan at his words, each one punctuated with a hard thrust that has your eyes rolling back into your head.

He starts out slow and hard, each thrust hitting your G-spot and his ridges rubbing you perfectly. But he doesn’t let you come, dragging your orgasm for as long as possible as he fucks load after load of come inside your welcoming heat. It’s not until he fucked three loads inside of you that you feel the suckers in one of his tentacles latch into your clit. And then it’s over. Your whole body reacts as you come and come and come… He never stops sucks on that bundle of nerves, not when you cry in overstimulation, not when he fills you with a dozen more loads.

He fucks you over and over, all his mating tentacles getting a turn as he fills you with his come. You are messy and filled to the brim, your stomach bloated as he substitutes one tentacle with the next to not let the come drip out completely. He keeps muttering sweet nothings in your ear as tears slip down your cheeks, the pleasure so high you can barely see him above you as he pulls another orgasm out of you.

He’s come in you so many times that you lost count, your body is tired and spent, but you can’t wait to get another fill. He keeps talking about how this is your fault, how he’s going to put little tentacle babies in you until you are round with them, and you can’t argue with him, your tongue tied and your brain empty after the first ten orgasms he gave you.

At some point, he leaves, your body melting against the bed as what you feel like buckets of come drip out of your overused pussy. He comes back a while later, water and food on a plate as he hand-feeds you, muttering about the next round already.

You smile up at him when he takes the plate away, his tentacles caressing your body as he pushes inside of you again. You can’t scream his name anymore, but you can see the lines of your nails along his sides and his smug smile as he keeps fucking you through orgasm after orgasm.

By the time he’s done with you, you are ready to pass out and your pussy feels abused in the best way possible. And you know, without a doubt, that put a baby in you. You slip into sleep with a smile on your lips and his amused huff in the distance.

Meeting the mate

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Minotaur [Ambrose] (POV) x fem!reader || sfw but nsfw thoughts

His coworker informed him of an appointment for a tongue piercing he had on the evening. He wasn’t too fond of meeting with people, but his job asked for it and he did like his job. He would rather talk it out with the client that have somebody getting a piercing without knowing what that would mean as far as taking care of it and heal-time.

So he was already preparing himself for what he was sure going to be a very tedious task of explaining a human how piercings worked, and how to properly take care of it. Joke was on him, because the appointment went nothing like that.

He was chatting with his coworker when the door opened behind him, he put on his most fake-friendly smile and turned around. And then he had to stop for a second to avoid swallowing his own tongue. You walked through the door and all the thoughts in his head disappeared. Right there, in front of him, was the closest he’d get to experience how the gates of heaven would look like.

You. You were the closest to looking straight to the sun. You were like a ray of sunshine in a dark room, illuminating everything until the colors changed and the world seemed a little less grim.

He had to swallow again, this time around the knot in his throat as you approached him with a smile. “I guess you are my minotaur for the evening.” You said it so casually he had trouble understanding your words, the sound of your voice short-circuiting every single neuron in his brain. He nodded, or at least he thought he did.

He extended his hand and you took it, so very tiny in comparison to him. His dick was twitching in his pants just with a tiny touch. He knew he had a size kink, but the force which his body reacted to yours was unmatched. He never felt like that.

You introduced yourself, but his brain was spinning at such speed he wasn’t sure he could repeat any of what you said. He guided you to the booth, focusing all his energy on making his dick go down so he wouldn’t embarrass himself, or worse, made you uncomfortable.

He was sitting on a stool and you were sitting in front of him, talking animatedly about what made you want to get your tongue pierced. You mentioned something about oral pleasure, and his eyesight went white for a second. He had to readjust his position so his dick wouldn’t be noticeable. You seemed like you didn’t realize your effect on him, so he wasn’t going to mention it. Fuck, he was so doomed.

He reconnected with your words as you said: “Everyone jokes I’m like a vampire, but it’s not my fault that I have a thing for biting and allergy to the sun.” Good goddess, you had a thing for biting? He was about to burst thought his pants if he didn’t do something about it.

So he changed topics. “Okay, let’s get to it. One last time, are you sure about this? Is going to be painful.” He went through the process in his brain, focusing on what he knew to try remain cool. He was struggling really hard to be professional.

You giggled, actually giggled, and he almost came right there. “Jokes on you, I like a little bit of pain,” you answered. He had to take a deep breath to avoid groaning. Yep, he was definitely coming if you didn’t stop talking ASAP.

“Okay, let’s see what we are working with. Stick out your tongue,” he instructed. He got up to get close and the height difference became almost too much for his size kink. Fuck, he needed to get through the appointment fast, before he embarrassed both of you coming in his pants.

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, looking up at him as he inspected your tongue. But truth be told, he was thinking about everything but the piercing. Because you were there, looking at him from under your lashes, tongue out and eyes pleading… and he could only imagine that was the closest he was going to get to see you on your knees for him. To see you looking up as he fucked your throat. Fuck, his dick was aching so bad… And every time he glanced down he could see your cleavage tempting him, your round boobs almost spilling out of your thin strap black shirt. He was so going to hell for lusting after a client. For lusting after you when you were clearly just friendly.

“Take a deep breath,” he instructed, applying it to himself, too. He was having trouble focusing, but the second he inhaled through his nose, he got the delectable scent of your arousal and he almost missed the needle going through your tongue. Fuck, he was being reckless. You did as told, and without even realizing, he lets out a soft: “Good girl.”

His mind malfunctioned at the same second you let out the tiniest of whimpers. He cursed himself for being so unprofessional, but good goddess if that tiny sound didn’t make him have a mini orgasm. He should apologize, he knew he should, but he said nothing. He turned around as he started to recite from memory all the steps you needed to take care of the piercing.

When he recovered some of his cool, he turned around again to find you looking intensely at his back, now his front. You blinked slowly at him and he had to hide behind the cart with his equipment to avoid you seeing the huge imprint of his dick against his pants. Fuck, he never have guessed he had a thing for humans, but good damn it if he didn’t want to press you against the wall and fuck you right there. He could almost taste your arousal in the air, but he had to be professional. He should know better.

He took a deep breath and signaled to the door. “Okay, see you in a couple of weeks to size-down that one, okay? Make sure to make the appointment before leaving.”

“Tha- thank you,” you stuttered, sounding so adorable he had a hard time processing your words.

“Anytime,” he whispered. And he meant it. Good goddess did he mean it. “You can pay at the front.”

“Sure thing… See you in a couple weeks,” you let out in a soft voice, waving at him with your tiny hands that would look amazing wrapped around his dick. He was so going to hell.

He had to grab onto the cart not to go after you and ask you on a date. But that didn’t stop him to look at your ass as you walked out. Fuck, he was going to have wet dreams with that mini skirt, wasn’t he? He did not (but definitely did) jerk off in the bathroom after he made sure you left.

It took you two weeks to get back to him for your size-down piercing appointment. Two weeks of insufferable longing and jerking off furiously to the thought of you, to the look you gave him before leaving, to the way you smelled. He might have taken the gloves he used to touch you back home. But he would never accept that. Who cared anyway? The smell was fading, and he was starting to look like a lovesick fool. But who could blame him? It was the only way of smelling you again.

He was on his break when he got the first text message from you. He had no idea how you got that number, but he suspected his stupid naga coworker (soon-to-not-be-friends) gave it to you. He had a special number for appointments, but she decided it was better to give you his personal info. He should be mad, he knew he should, but the fact that you sent him a text, that you had his number… Fuck, it was messing with his head.

Your message was short, just a simple “hey, where could I go in to get the piercing?”

He overthought what to answer for a lot longer that he’d admit. But after a while, he knew he couldn’t leave you on read, so he just answered an equally professional “can you come over this evening?”. He realized a beat too late that it sounded a bit like he wanted to hook up with you (which he wanted, but that wasn’t the point), so he sent a second message to clarify: “to the tattoo parlor, that’s it”.

He was two seconds away from hitting his head to the table in embarrassment when you sent him a cute emoji with a thumbs up. Was the emoji cute? Not really. But being you who sent it? Incredibly cute.

He walked back into the parlor with a new energy on his steps. “Dude, since when we give clients personal info?” He asked the naga behind the counter, trying not to sound too accusing because he was actually glad she did. But he wanted to know why she did it, it wasn’t normal for her to do such a careless thing.

“Since she’s your mate,” she countered without looking up from her phone, completely nonchalant and making his whole world crumble with a single word.

Wait, mate? WHAT?

And then everything clicked into place. The way you smelled, the way he reacted to you and your smell. The way he was going insane after only two weeks of not seeing you. Fuck. He was so stupid he found his mate and wasn’t even able to recognize it.

And now… now he didn’t know what to do.

He couldn’t tell you, humans didn’t have mates. He wasn’t even sure you liked him back.

You smelled like arousal, yeah, but you came in smelling like that. He hadn’t been around enough humans to know if that was normal. Maybe all humans were horny all the time. How would he know? And sure, you flirted a bit with him, but you also flirted with his coworker as you made the appointment… Fuck, everything was so messy.

He only had one thing clear: he couldn’t stay away from you. So maybe… friends?

Yeah, that would do.

(He definitely knew that friends wasn’t going to cut it, but there’s nothing as blind as someone in love.)

Bratting too close to the dom

Request: Could I request a bratty tboy x a male monster? maybe a vampire but I'm not picky.....and they're not dating, not allowed to be domestic here

Werewolf x trans masc!vampire reader || dom/sub dynamic, edging, (very light) knotting || tw: blood

You know you get extra bratty when your hunger arrives, both of you fully know that. You don’t have to feed that much anymore, but you can just feel it in your bones, when you start to feel a bit hungry, you start getting needier, snappier… and that always leads to you being a brat. Well, more than usual.

That’s why you know you are tempting fate when you wait for him right by the door and jump on his back, covering his eyes as the hair over his ears tickle your forearms. You don’t even have to say anything, the hiss you let out at the smell of his blood is enough to send him reeling. He throws you over his shoulder, and you land on the floor, staring up at him as he picks you up again.

Your back is against a flat surface and your body is vibrating with pent up energy as he growls at you. You try to scratch his face, but he pins them with one of his hands, so much bigger than you. You know you are testing his patience, without even talking you keep pushing him back just to draw him in again. He’s breathing hard, almost panting as he rips through his clothes with just one hand. His eyes are blown wide, and you can feel the heat and desire pooling inside your underwear. You are probably soaking everything, but you don’t fucking care.

You get your hands free and pull at his hair until he’s growling. Your whole body trembles with the force of it, and his hand finds your throat, holding you down as he rips your clothes next. You choose one of your old shirts just because you knew this was going to happen. His half-change doesn’t surprise you, his claws digging on your thigh as he parts your legs and goes to town. You want to be brattier, but the second his long tongue touches you, you are done for. Your hands are in his hair as he devours you, until you are whimpering and needy, asking, begging for more.

But then he stops.

He pulls back enough to roll you to the floor, the cold surface against your back makes you shiver and your antagonistic nature comes to play. You try to bite him, but he pushes your face down, muttering about bratty subs as he crawls over your body with his dick in his hand. You shiver in anticipation, and he pushes home in one hard thrust that has you screaming his name.

He doesn’t stop until you are snapping your fangs at him, trying to bite him as he holds you down and ruts against you, knees over his shoulders as he holds you down with his teeth on your neck. Somebody could believe you are the one with a thing for neck, being a vampire and all, but nope. The werewolf is the one who likes to bite down and hold you there as he fucks his fat dick into your welcoming heat.

It feels so good, but you need so much more. He doesn’t relent. He keeps rutting into you slowly and thoroughly, making you as wet as a fountain as he laughs every time you whimper and beg. But still doesn’t let you move an inch as he takes all his pleasure off your body and you wriggle under him, trying to make him do more, to make him get you off, too. But he only chuckles, going deeper and biting harder. You are in heaven and hell at the same time.

When he finally releases his hold on you and you are able to bite his neck, your whole body shakes in an orgasm that rocks your world and makes the whole universe fade. The taste of him makes you ecstatic as you feel his knot expanding in you. You might pass out a little. You brattied too close to the dom.

The curse (part 4)

Demon x fem!reader || sfw

Waking up by a demon running around the room was a first.

He fucked you three times during the night, excusing himself saying he needed to make sure you were still in one piece and the curse didn’t affect you, too. But you knew better after the first time he did it. As much as you liked his head between your legs and the delicious way he fucked you dumb, you needed rest to be able to take down whatever wards were in place at the bookstore.

But still, you woke up in a foggy state, with a huge demon pacing up and down the room. It shouldn’t be comical, but the second you saw him nibbling at his claws, you broke down in the most hysterical laughter you ever let out. It felt so otherworldly and mundane at the same time, the way he was just… biting his nails.

He stared at you while you held your stomach with a hand and let your whole body radiate with laughter. “Are you done laughing at me?” He asked, a tiny smile playing on his lips.

“Why were you pacing?” You asked after your breathing came back to normal and your eyes weren’t teary with amusement anymore.

His words were like a bucket of ice water over you: “I’m worried. With each passing second you could be in danger because you’ve been here a lot more than any other creature apart from me. I’m just… getting anxious.” You walked up to him, wearing nothing but one of his over-sized shirts with holes cut on the back.

“Nothing will happen. See? I’m completely fine,” you told him as you approached and hugged his middle. He held your face between his too big hands as you sighed happily. His eyes softened looking down at you, but you could still see the hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

He kissed your forehead and said nothing, staring into the distance as your bodies merged in an embrace that made your insides twist and turn with longing. You wanted to be able to do this outside. You wanted to make out with him in public, you wanted to bring him to your workplace Christmas dinner, you wanted to have him met your family, your friends…

He pulled back and grabbed your hand, directing you to the little kitchenette he had at the back of the bookstore. He didn’t have much, but it was enough to cook a few things. You wondered how he got the ingredients, but before you could ask he was telling you about food delivery. You nodded absently, sitting down on a stool as he moved around the kitchen. It was too small to walk around him, so you stared at his wings as he moved and prepared whatever.

“I’m getting you out of here today,” you announced as he passed you a mug with coffee and a hint of cream.

“We’ll try, little human. But if we don’t find a way out, you’re leaving. I don’t want you subjected to the curse, too, and we don’t know how can it affect you if you stay here for much longer,” his worry permeated his words and your heart constricted. Fuck, you were so in love with this demon.

“Deal,” you let out in a breath.

You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you should. You didn’t tell him, but last night you started to feel a pressure building in your chest. At first you thought it was anxiety, but it didn’t stop weighting you down to the point you could feel it making your body slow. You tried to play it cool, it was nothing, but the worry in his tone was getting to you. You didn’t know how the curse could affect you, and at this point you were pretty sure you were in danger if you stayed much longer.

You sat at the back of the store as he walked around, greeting customers and acting like he wasn’t keeping an eye on you the whole time. By mid afternoon, your body was almost lax, your strength just enough to maintain you in a sitting position. He stood behind your chair and before he could say anything you offered him an escape.

“Okay, let’s try this one,” you pointed at the runes on the book.

He nodded, his eyes unfocused as he looked down. “This is the last attempt. If it doesn’t work, you have to leave,” his voice left no room for argument, but you tried either way.

“But I’m fin…”

He cut you off. “No, you are not.” He took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself down, and continued: “Do you think I can’t feel your pain? I can smell it. I know you aren’t telling me everything, but I can feel it inside of me. I can feel how it’s weighting you down.” You stood speechless, not able to deny what he was saying. He sighed heavily. “After this you are leaving.”

You didn’t know what was best, but you tried either way. “But…”

“No buts. You’ll leave and return tomorrow.” His eyes were shining with that longing and pain you got to know over the days. A different kind of pain bloomed inside of you, mirroring his emotions as you thought about another day of him in the bookstore, trapped.

You stood up, planting your hands on his chest to feel him close. And then you let it out, the true concern that was eating you alive every second of the day. “But what if I can’t? What if one day outside of these walls I forget about it and never come back?” Your eyes were teary, and you had to blink fast to get the fog away.

He stared at you, eyes unblinking when he said: “Then so be it.”

“So be it?!” You tried not to sound too angry, but you failed. You were angry, you were infuriated. “You aren’t giving up on us. I won’t allow it.” You were desperate, your voice vehement as you stared at him. You wanted him to snap back, to argue, to deny your statement. But he said nothing, and you held back angry tears.

The muscles in his jaw ticked when he broke the silence: “Try the runes, little human.”

You were still angry, but you did as told. You grabbed the chalk and drew all kinds of runes around the door, it was supposed to create an empty magic space for him to pass. Your anger dissipated the second he tried to cross the door, and failed.

You saw the exact moment the barrier rose up and stopped him. It was like a physical force blocking his way and making everything around the front of the store feel electrified. He turned around with a tiny smile playing on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

He looked heartbroken if you knew what to look for, and lucky (or unlucky) of you… you did. You saw it every time you left. And it didn’t matter that you could cross at any time, that you would remember him as soon as he touched you… The fact that he didn’t exist for you outside those walls was a weight that he carried on his own, and that drove you insane.

You were in love with a demon, and you couldn’t remember him half the time. It wasn’t okay, it wasn’t fair… But there was still a ray of hope on the horizon. Maybe you two got what you needed, maybe the curse lifted and just presented itself in a different manner.

“I’m going to walk through that door and I’m going to remember you,” you voiced out loud. You tried to manifest it with all your heart, with your whole soul… but there was a burning doubt inside your chest.

“Sure.” He didn’t sound sure at all, you could see the spark of hope leaving his eyes as he stared into the empty space of the door.

You kissed him one last time, lingering a bit more than necessary. And then you stepped through the threshold…

A/N: Sorry? (Not sorry.)

Tentacle week: Day 1. The elevator

A/N: FIRST TENTACLE WEEK STORY YAAAAAAAAAY!

Shadow monster x fem!reader || oral sex, double penetration, tentacles, size difference going brr, (light) dom/sub dynamic (femdom)

You get in the elevator with the shadow monster from the IT department. You’ve seen him a couple times already, and you have noticed… He looks so good with his way-too-tall body and shadow tentacles always moving and twitching as if he was a scared mouse. He makes you feel feral and you’ve only interacted a couple times. Good goddess if you don’t want to interact a lot more… It’s very hard to try to ask him out, you’ve seen him out of the office a total of three times, one of them being right now.

You look at him across the elevator, his back plastered against the opposite side as he tries to look anywhere but your direction. There’s a faint shade of pink on his dark skin and you want to coo at him. You clear your throat to talk right as the elevator makes a weird noise and stops, the lights go out completely and wash the two of you in darkness.

“Ugh, great,” you complain. You hear the little whimper before you realize it comes from him. “Are you okay?” You ask, not moving in case you step over one of his tentacles or something. You aren’t sure how physical they are or if you can even touch them, you’ve never gotten to ask.

He exhales a slow, ragged breath. “I’m… I’m not the best with darkness,” he responds in the tiniest mumble possible. Your human ears almost don’t catch it, but everything is so quiet...

You look in the direction you last saw him, confused and a bit alarmed. “What? You’re a shadow monster!” You didn’t intend for it to sound as judgmental as it did, but you couldn't hold back your shock.

He continues his shaky breathing and you can hear the way it’s accelerating. “There needs to be light to create shadows, total darkness freaks me out,” his confession makes you want to coddle him again. He can’t be any more adorable, because if he is, you’ll need to stick your hand in his pants and jerk him off every time he’s cute again and that wouldn’t be cool with Human and Monster Resources (HMR for short).

But your HMR concerns dissipate as soon as he starts to breathe harder, louder, as if he’s hyperventilating. “Shit. Shit. Are you panicking?” You ask, a little freaked out yourself. You don’t know much about shadow monsters, what if something weird happens to him?

“Yes. Fuck. A little.” You can feel him trying to remain calm and collected, but his breathing is still fast and you don’t really know what to do to stop somebody from having a panic attack. You don’t even know how to act when somebody is having a breakdown. Shit.

You blurt out the first thing that comes to mind: “Would a hug help?”

His voice is choked when he lets out a rushed: “Yes.”

You cross the little space, hands outstretched until you feel the fabric of his shirt against your hands. You grab onto it and pull him towards you, wrapping your hands around him and feeling the way his tentacles move to make space for you. You press your head to his chest, where his heart is beating a bit too fast, but the second his arms and tentacles wrap around your body he seems to relax a little. He’s grabbing onto you like an octopus and you can’t seem to mind it. HMR be damned, you are enjoying yourself a little.

You squeeze his body a bit more, his breathing calming as you ask: “Is this helping?” You feel his head resting atop yours, the height difference making your insides go brr.

“Yes,” he lets out in a calmer breath. You congratulate yourself internally from stopping what could have been a lot worse. “A little too well,” he adds in a whisper that you weren’t supposed to hear.

“What do you mean?” Your voice sounds muffled against his shirt as you move.

“I... I’m sorry,” he sounds embarrassed and you realize a bit too late that the thing pressing against your stomach is not his phone, but his very hard dick. “Fuck, this is so embarrassing.” He sounds miserable about it, and you want to coo at him so bad you may die if you don’t.

“I think it’s kind of cute,” you let out with the biggest smile possible, closing the distance once again and pressing against his chest, your body flush against his. You move your hips a little, feeling his hardness against your stomach and humming approvingly. You’re pretty sure somewhere HMR just sneezed or something.

“What? You do?” His voice sounds strangled and you want to laugh. He’s so fucking adorable.

A metallic voice breaks the tension building in the air: “There’s been an electrical problem in the building, are you okay in there? It seems like it’ll be a while before we can open the elevator, do we need to get you out?” The emergency light turns on and he lets out a relieved huff.

“We’re okay,” you let out, your eyes not leaving the shadow monster in front of you. His face is illuminated by the red light that casts shadows over his eyebrows. He’s currently squirming and looking so adorable that you just want to get on your knees and suck him dry.

“Okay, we’ll let you know when we can get you off.” You bite your lip to stop the giggle from escaping. What an awful choice of words.

“Okay, we’ll be waiting till you get us off…” You repeat, licking your lips at the second part of the sentence, staring directly at his dick and watching him take a huge breath in, his dick visibly twitching at the same time his tentacles dance behind his back. “Or I can get you off,” you tell him, your neck arched to be able to look at his face. His eyes are so big it’s almost comical.

“Wha- what?” He stutters. You don’t avoid your cooing anymore, letting out a soft sound as you touch his face.

“Come on, you heard me. Do you want me to help you get distracted?” You smirk up at him, a bit breathless at the possibilities ahead of you. It’s not a big elevator, but with all those tentacles… You can still have a lot of fun.

He looks so surprised that you can't avoid letting out a giggle as he asks: “Are you for real?”

You realize in that moment that he might think you’re in it just for the sex. “I mean, I was planning to ask you out on a date, but you just look so cute…” you clarify. Sure, you want his tentacles (good goddess do you want them…), but you also think he’s really cute and you’d love to have a date with him.

Firstly, though: dick.

“Ye- yes. Fuck, yes.” He rasps, biting down on his lip with a fang. Fuck, that’s hot.

You slip into a more confident and commanding tone in a half a second. “On your knees, pretty boy.”

He drops so fast you’re almost concerned he may have hurt his legs in the process. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you question. He nods, his eyes glassy and dreamy already. “Push my skirt up and show me how much you crave my pussy, then.”

He doesn't have to be told twice. He pulls your skirt up, pulling it around your waist as you open your legs enough for him to nuzzle your lacy panties. He inhales deeply, letting out a sinful moan before his tongue darts out to lick you over the fabric.

“Fuck, you taste like cherries,” he rasps, and you almost laugh at that. Your pussy doesn't taste like cherries, but you’re okay with whatever he wants to say since he’s pulling your panties to the side and licking a long stripe along your lips, leaving you breathless.

You like that he wanted to take his time. Unfortunately, you also knew the two of you were working against the clock and that soon there would be technicians opening that elevator door. You want to be already thoroughly fucked by the time that door is open.

“Take them off and fuck me properly, come on, come on, come on…” You urge. He looks up at you with reverence in his eyes, almost like he can’t believe this is real. You grab his hair, pulling at it. “Give me your cock,” it sounds like an order, and he takes it as such.

He lowers his pants enough to get his cock free, fisting it a couple times as you watch, your mouth salivating at the sight. You want so badly to take him in your mouth, but you don’t have the time. Fuck. You’ll have to take a rain check on that one.

“Are you going to show me what that dick can do?” You ask with a teasing smile, your nails caressing his lower abdomen, making him shiver violently.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chants. He sounds like a hyperactive puppy and you want to pat his head but you contain yourself, or more like he distracts you from it. He adjusts himself so his dick is against your warm opening and his tentacles are touching every part of your body at once. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

He pushes inside of you slowly, so very slowly, and you grab onto his hair until he whimpers. His sounds and slow pace make you moan in turn, rotating your hips to make him go faster. He catches up instantly, pushing inside of you in one long thrust that makes you gasp as he groans your name.

He lets out a pathetic sound and you feel him shooting his load inside of you. “Did you just come, pretty boy?”

“Shit, sorry. You just feel so good, so warm and tight…” You want to kiss him senseless. “But I can… I can keep going,” he says with a few shallow thrusts. He gets louder like that, thrusting in and out, overstimulation probably making him more desperate.

“You sound so sweet, such a good boy for me,” you praise and he preens, going harder and faster.

“Yes. Yes. I’m a good boy.” He says between thrusts. His words mean nothing at this point, but he feels so good inside of you, his ridged cock hitting you perfectly as he curses over and over. “Fuck, yes…”

You’re on the edge when you whisper against his ear: “Don’t your tentacles want to play, too?” You’re yearning for destruction and he’s perfect to give you exactly that.

“Fuck, can they? Can I?” He sounds desperate and you love it. You crave how hungry he is for you.

“Yes,” you mumble against his neck, biting down softly and making him groan like a whore. Good goddess, you love loud men- or in this case, loud monsters.

The tip of one of his shadow tentacles rubs against your asshole, making you shiver in anticipation. You feel a cool slippery substance being spread along your ring, and you realize a second later than it’s his come. He’s using his first load to prepare your asshole. Fuck, why is that so damn hot?

He teases your asshole with his tentacle a bit more, but when your nails press against his scalp he gets the memo and starts pushing in. You groan as he whimpers, mumbling sweet nothings against your hair as he keeps fucking you.

By the time both of your holes are filled to the brim your head is thrown back and you’re crying out so loud you’re pretty sure half the building knows what’s happening, but you don’t even care. The tentacle in your ass feels phenomenal, his dick is magnificent, and the sucker that latches onto your clit is downright sending you into oblivion.

You don’t have time to warn him before you start pulling at his hair as you come with his name on your lips, rocking your hips to milk every little bit of pleasure out of him as he groans your name, filling you completely. The second load makes you feel all sticky and gross, but in a way… it makes you feel powerful and hot, too.

He pulls back with a self-satisfied smile and sits back against the opposite wall, his dick and tentacles still wet and shiny under the red emergency lights. You’re gazing at him when he does something with his arm that has you swallowing back your laughter. “Did you just fist-bump the air?”

“No,” he rapidly denies, but you’re smirking as his shadowy face blooms with red undertones- certainly not just from the emergency lighting, either.

“We’re going to have so much fun, pretty boy…” You tease as you pull your panties up and help him to his feet, kissing his lips until he’s whimpering.

Not two seconds later the door of the elevator opens to reveal you looking completely fucked. He looks very, supremely embarrassed and you find yourself internally swearing yet again that he’s just too damn adorable.

Set up by a baby orc (part 16)

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || I don’t want to spoil it

The ice cream was a bad idea. A royal-level bad idea. The way you ate that ice cream like it was a fucking dick was burned inside his brain. The second you ordered a cone, he knew he was done for. There was no way he wouldn’t embarrass himself when you were in front of him licking a white substance.

Like come on, it felt like you were doing it on purpose, and because of the way you kept smirking his way… he knew you did. You definitely choose a cone just to mess with him. And good goddess if it didn’t work. Every time he blinks, the image of your pink tongue darting around to collect some droplets of ice cream from your lip keeps haunting him.

He kissed you goodnight in a rush, trying not to get too close to you before he raced to the driving seat and raced to his house. He left you on your door as you laughed, his erection so hard inside his pants he feared the denim would be forever marked on his dick.

And that’s how he finds him on his back, staring at the ceiling with his eyes closed and thinking about you. About the way you were licking that ice cream, the way you were smiling up at him and smelling as delicious as all the foods he liked combined. It was intoxicating, and left him feeling giddy.

Now, with his hand wrapped around his hard dick, and a vibrating toy pressing against his pulsating knot, he was seeing stars and whole galaxies behind his eyelids as he remembered the taste of ice cream on your lips when you kissed goodbye.

He’s trying to go slow, trying to drag it out as much as possible, but your smell is still burning in his nostrils and his body is vibrating with the feel of being close to you. He’s not going to last much longer…

His ringtone scares the shit out of him.

“Fuck,” he curses out loud, looking at his phone on the table and cursing a bunch more as he sees your name flashing on his screen. “Fuck,” he repeats, picking it up with his free hand, but not stopping his slow torture.

He knows he shouldn’t, he knows you are taking it slow and it’s very pervy of him to jerk himself off as he picks up your call… But he’s just an orc and his dick is so hard he could use it to cut wood if he tried. And good goddess, it feels so good to be touching himself at the thoughts of you...

“Yes?” He lets out in a strangled voice.

“Unax?” Your voice is sweet and a bit breathless, and he closes his eyes, trying to imagine what you could be doing.

His hand slows down, but the vibration against his knot is driving him a bit insane. He can hear you breathing at the other end of the line and just that is enough to get him so close to coming that he has to squeeze at the base of his dick to stop it from happening. Fuck, he’s so ready to spill… The vibrating toy making his thoughts impossible to conjure as he lets his body melt against the bed.

“Yes, sunshine?” His voice is rough in a way that he’s sure sounds like sex, but he can’t help it. He wants you to know, he almost needs you to know.

And as if he manifested it into existence, you ask in a lower tone: “Are you… are you touching yourself?” Does he imagine the way your voice gets a bit higher at the end? Does he imagine the faster wet sounds in the background of the call?

“Do you want me to be?” He asks back, his hand moving again, playing with his tip as he listens to you breathe and let out the tiniest whimper. He groans out loud, the sound escaping his mouth before he can stop it.

“Oh, goddess…” You groan in response, a full on moan that has his eyes rolling back into his head as he jerks himself harder, squeezing on his way down as he lets out a whispered curse. “Yes,” your voice is a broken moan and he can pick up the wet sounds in the background. Shit, you are touching yourself, too?

Fuck, you definitely are. “Are you touching yourself, gorgeous? Were you thinking about me when you slipped your pretty little fingers inside your tight cunt?” He slips into his dirty talking self in a second, his voice getting rougher and his hand getting tighter. He can hear your little sounds as you rub your cunt for him.

“Yes, Unax…” Your answer drives him a bit wilder, rutting his hips against his hand. “I… I wanted to hear your voice.” Your confession makes him moan your name like a prayer.

“I was touching myself, too,” he confesses. “I was picturing you over me, riding my cock like the queen you are. Would you like that?”

Your strangled moan is enough answer, but when you add: “Ugh, I’m… I’m so close.” He knows he doesn’t have much more time. His orgasm is rapidly approaching, too.

“I’m so close, too, gorgeous. Get yourself there. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart,” and it’s like the magic words...

Your responding groan took the shape of his name, and that was enough to send him over the edge with you. He could hear your breathy moans and broken whispers as you fall apart. It only drives him further into his own pleasure. He shouts your name as he spills all over himself, the first shot of his come hitting his chin as he comes harder than he ever has.

He’s breathing hard against the speaker as he turns the vibrator off before his knot decides to join the party, he doesn’t have enough energy left to clean that mess. “That was… Fuck, gorgeous. Perfect. It was perfect.”

He wishes he could see you right now, but in a way… he preferred it this way. Your first time coming together was intimate and dark, and sensual in a way nothing ever was before. He’s not sure if it’s because you are his mate or just because you are the most especial human he ever met.

“Yeah…” You rasp out. Your voice sounds fucked out and the smile that parts his lips is smug as you continue talking: “I’m sleepy.”

He chuckles. “Me too, but go drink some water before bed, gorgeous, would you do that for me?” You hum your approval and he stays on the line as he listens to you moving around.

His phone beeps and he looks at the screen to see a pic of you drinking a glass of water, your hair messy and a tiny smile playing at the corner of your lips.

“Good girl,” he lets out in a whisper. You groan in response, and he has to swallow his own groan. Fuck. His dick is twitching, trying to get hard again. Just a little sound, that’s all it takes for him to be hard for you again. Fuck, capitalism sucks. He could be making you come over and over, but you both have responsibilities in the morning. “I’m going to hang up, okay?” He really needs a shower and some sleep if he wants to wake up early.

You let out a giggle and a soft: “Good night, Unax.”

“Good night, gorgeous.”

Well, shit… He wasn’t expecting his night to end like that.

Weekly plan (14th to 20th)

TENTACLE WEEK IS HERE!! Four exclusive stories that (if I say so myself) are really, really fun... *wink*

You gotta be squidding me

Request: Hi! Could you write a gay (mlm) store about a male siren with sharp teeth that keeps bringing his human mate fish to show his love please!! And could it be fluffy??

A/N: I love a good title-pun. This is short and cozy, enjoy!

Merman x male!reader || sfw, very fluffy

“You gotta be kidding me!” You scream when the third fish of the week appear on your doorstep.

You don’t know what’s about the people on this island, but since you moved two weeks ago, you’ve been finding fish on your door every couple days. You don’t know who is it, you don’t know why they do it, but it’s low-key disgusting to pick up a dead fish.

“Somebody left a dead fish on the doorstep again,” you complain to your boyfriend who is just walking in the living room, half asleep still.

“What are you going to do with it?” He asks, eyeing the fish in your hands with a confused glare. You point at the trash, opening it with your foot as you throw the fish inside. “Why… Why don’t you like my fish?” He asks in a soft voice, making a confused sound.

You turn around to look at him, who looks about to burst out in tears. “What are you talking about?” You ask back, as confused as him.

“I’ve been going out early in the morning to catch you some fish but you throw it away everyday and I don’t know why.” He sounds miserable, as if the idea of you throwing away dead fish is completely weird to him.

But then it hits you: “When did you learn how to fish?”

“I… I… I need to tell you something.” You signal for him to go ahead. “I’m a merman.” His voice is serious but you are looking at him as if that’s a joke.

You don’t plan to, but you burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.”

He’s not laughing, though. He just blinks at you very slowly, tears forming in his eyes before he transforms right in front of you. You let out a very manly squeal (that sounds a lot like a pig-scream) as your boyfriend transforms into a merman. Right in front of you. A fucking merman.

“What the fuck?!” You scream, approaching him in disbelief until you are close enough to touch.

He hums in acceptance when you reach out to touch his fins, letting out a pleasure grunt that makes you shiver. Fuck, he always sounds so good. You explore his body with your fingertips, being very careful as he lies there, on the floor, lower body of a fish.

“Why did you leave me fish?” You finally ask.

“To court you,” he deadpans as if it’s self-explanatory. It isn’t.

“But we are already dating,” you tell him, confused. You were dating for a few months already. For fuck’ sake, you are living together in his beach house. Oh, beach house… That makes sense now.

“I… I wanted more. I want more.” He takes a deep breath as you caress his tail scales. “I want you to be my mate.” You look at him, puzzled.

He explains what mates mean, how it’s a lot more than simply marriage and how he’s been trying to court you into being his mate for months and he thought he was getting rejected because his fish weren’t good enough. That makes you laugh, and he lets out a sad huff.

There’s a tension in the air, and you want it gone. “Do I need to eat the fish?” He laughs and the tension dissipates. He shakes his head. “Okay. I’ll be your mate, but no more fish.”

“No more fish,” he agrees, grabbing your short hair and pulling him to you until your mouths join in a kiss.

Well, a merman boyfriend is not that bad… if you ignore the fish.

Battleground

Request: Could you write a mlm (gay) orc short story/headcannon about an orc fucking his husband when he returns home fighting a battle (bonus points if the orc fighting is a famous fighter and also a bottom)

Orc x male!reader || (light) degradation, size kink, power bottom, (light) dom/sub dynamics, oral sex, anal sex

Dating an orc warrior is a lot better than expected. He’s always so big and ready, so incredibly imposing and fucking strong… He likes to show you how strong he is throwing you around. He likes to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, just to throw you into a flat surface and suck your cock until you are trembling and crying out. But it never ends there, he’s always one step ahead, knowing full well how worked up it gets you to be manhandled. He pushes you around, he teases and pinches, he pats your ass every time he can… until you are a mess of desperation and he can bend you over any surface and fuck you senseless until your hole is dripping with come and his dick is spent.

But that’s not the best reason to date an orc warrior. You prefer a lot more when he spends a couple days away, the tension between the two of you building and building until you are as desperate as he is. Until he walks through the door, grabs you over his shoulder and locks your shared room door. He falls to his back on the bed, opening his big green legs and offering you some oil to stretch his pinkish hole. You love when he gets like that, when he comes back from a battle and he’s so pent up he can’t even think about fucking you, when he needs your cock in him so much more than he needs anything else. You prep him as well as you can, which is never good enough, but he’s so impatient he pushes you to your back, sitting on your cock in one long thrust that makes both of you groan.

He likes to be fucked, but he never lets you forget who is in charge. Even when your dick is buried deep inside his ass, he’s the one controlling every thrust and every little drop of pleasure you get. And that only makes you harder, wanting to come faster… And he takes it all, he fucks you through your orgasm and then shoves his dick far inside your throat, until you are choking and he’s emptying his balls. He ruts against your mouth until his dick starts to fill again, turning you around until you are face down, ass up, eating your ass until you are barely stretched enough and he can fuck your hole next.

Yeah… the true battleground is not the one he’s fighting, is the one in your shared bedroom.

Gym slut: the best gymbro ever

Inar x fem!reader || knotting, dirty talk, (light) degradation

You looked at the door he just crosses, your heart beating too fast and your whole body vibrating with pent up tension. You thought it would take longer. You thought you’d have to think about it, you thought you’d have to go over all the interactions and all the times he could have told you. You thought a lot of things, but at the end of the day, the second Inar closed the door behind himself, your whole body lurched forward.

Your brain was spinning with a thousand different thoughts about what you two lived together, what you two lived through. Your past relationships, your problems with abandonment, it all ended in that second Inar told you about the mates. It was like one of those fanfiction you used to read, the perfect match, the one that fitted in your life seamlessly.

And you felt it.

You felt it deep inside, way before he said anything, but hearing him mutter those words, hearing him say how he was crushing on your way before you even recognized his existence… That meant so much. You didn’t know how to deal with all of this, how to be a good mate, or if you even wanted to be his mate at all. But you knew one thing for sure, above anything else, you knew you couldn’t let him walk away. It was like a pressure in your chest, a calling that said it would be a mistake to walk away from this. Maybe humans did feel the mate-bond. Maybe you were just in love with your orc gymbro.

You weren’t the fastest human in the world, not even close, but at that moment you would have sworn your body flew across your living room to the front door. Your heart was beating so fast you could barely hear your own thoughts. It was like all the universe focused in one second, in on space, in this exact moment that was driving you fucking insane.

“Inar!” You screamed his name, he was halfway down the hall, his shoulders dropped and walking in a way that could only be described as miserably.

He turned round with unshod tears in his eyes, expectantly. “Did I forget something?” His voice sounded broken and your heart shattered a little bit because of it.

You didn’t know how to do this, you didn’t know how to stay, how to be good for him… But you needed to try, you needed to try because walking away felt like giving up in the best thing that ever happened to you. You crossed the distance between the two of you in a rush, your bare feet resonating against the empty walls, the soreness in your ankle forgotten.

You right before him, your bodies were almost touching, the heat of his skin warming your overwhelmed body. Your voice was barely a whisper, and the few centimeters between the two of you felt like a whole ocean. There was this tension between you that you somewhat put there and you didn’t know how to stop it.

“I changed my mind,” you let out in a frantic breath. His breathing caught in his chest as you saw before your eyes how his hopes crumbled. No, you weren’t having that. “I don’t need time. I want you, I love you,” you clarified.

“What?” He asked, his breathing going a bit faster. You wouldn’t have realized if he wasn’t so close to you already.

You could hear the rush of blood running through your body, your hectic heartbeat in your ears as you stared into his eyes and allowed yourself to get lost in them.

“I… I love you. I love you so much it hurts, and I don’t understand what mates are, I really don’t, but I can’t wait to figure it out with you. Together.” Your voice was choked, the emotions building inside of you too much and too little at the same time.

You never felt like that, you couldn’t even name the emotions running around your body. He got you, he saw you better than anyone before him. He saw your issues and messiness, he saw your grumpy attitude and your need to be accepted. He saw all that and he was still there. Still with you.

There was a tiny smile playing at the corner of his lips, so pretty against his tusks. But always the gentleman, he asked: “Are you sure? This is a big commitment and I know you aren’t…”

You cut him with a kiss. An earth shattering kiss that melted your body against his as you two merged into what felt like endgame. His hands were on your hair, your arms were around his neck, and your feet were off the ground. He was holding you up as he devoured your mouth like a starving man in front of his first meal. You’d never felt so cared for and cherished by one single kiss, but that one was just… wow.

The sound of a door closing made you pull apart, panting against each other’s mouths with matching smiles dancing on your lips. Inar was the first to break the silence. “I need you to be sure of this, mating is not something you do lightly. It’s a life commitment. So, I’ll ask again: are you sure?” His eyes were dark, and his breathing was labored, but he still made it sound like the most intimate moment of your lifetimes.

You only had one answer: “Yes.”

In a flash, your whole body was over his shoulder and he was walking back to your apartment as you let out a screech of joy. You tried not to giggle too much as he marched like a warrior to battle, almost kicking the door open in his hustle to get inside. He walked past the living room, you were bouncing over his shoulder with each step, and you had a perfect view of his perfect round ass. Fuck, you loved his ass.

You didn’t even try to contain yourself as you slapped his ass-cheek with enough force to make his ass jiggle as he let out a growl. “Watch it,” he warned. So you did it again, laughing as he roared like a wild beast.

Your body flew again, landing on the mattress and bouncing a couple times as you kept laughing breathlessly. He was pulling his clothes off in such a rush that you heard the telltale sign of ripping fabric, he didn’t seem to care as his shirt ended up all torn on the floor. You didn’t care either, his eyes were fixated on your body and you could feel the heat building in your lower belly, spreading fast.

He crawled over you, taking your shirt off as he licked a strip from your waistband to your neck. “Are you going to be a good little slut for me?” His whisper against your neck made you shiver, and it turned into a full on groan when he sucked on your pulse point, sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

“Yes,” you moaned, grinding your hips up trying to feel his dick.

He pushed his body up, getting away from you he chuckled. “Take your pants off before I rip them off,” his threat made you want to explode, your clit mirroring your heartbeat as you clenched over nothing. Good goddess, you didn’t remember being this horny ever.

You pushed your pants down your legs, no panties underneath as he groaned, fisting his cock over you and making your mouth water at the sight. He was looking at you like you were a piece of art, and you couldn’t stop the flush that covered your cheeks as he praised you.

“You are so perfect, so pretty… Such a good little slut for me. My slut.” He pressed his hand against your lower abdomen, his thumb rubbing at your clit and making you moan. “Say it,” he ordered.

You shivered at the commanding tone. “Yours. I’m yours. Your slut.”

Those were the right words because it took him less than two seconds to part your legs and fit his body between them. “Damn right you are.”

He pushed one finger inside your warm heat, making you cry out his name as you asked for more. He only laughed, peppering kisses on your skin as he slowly opened you up. One finger, two fingers, by the time he fitted the third one in, you were rocking your hips against him, his warmth breath over your boobs sending electrified sparks across your body.

“Please Inar, please…” You begged. You had never felt like this. It was always incredibly intense and hot with him, but nothing prepared you for the deep longing inside of you. It was like every cell in your body was calling to him, and you could finally hear them chanting his name.

But like the little shit he was, he teased: “Please what, little slut? You want me to fuck you? You want me to fill your sweet pussy to the brim and breed you so deeply you can feel me for days? Or do you want my knot?” You whined. “I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers, slut. I know what you want, I know what my words do to you. You want it, don’t you? You are always extra slutty when you are moaning around my knot, squeezing me so tight.” He sounded so smug you almost wanted to deny what he was saying, but you had no strength, your whole brain was focused on one thing only: pleasure.

“I need you inside,” you choked out. Your hips were moving up and down, trying to get him deeper, trying to get him to fuck you like you needed.

“But only because you asked so nicely…” He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock. Like always, the second he pressed against your opening, you felt your body tense against the invasion. He was so fucking big.

“Breathe,” he instructed, caressing your sides slowly as he pressed further. You did as told, urging your body to relax against the invasion of his monster cock. There was a spark of pain there, but it made everything feel more intense, hotter. “You are taking me so well, little slut. Your pussy was made for me, for my cock. You feel so tight and warm, you are fucking perfect.”

His praises did it for you, your body going almost lax as he pushed the last centimeters inside your welcoming body. You sighed when he bottomed out, his whole body still as he let you accommodate his girth. But that wasn’t what you needed. You didn’t want slow fucking today, you wanted him wild, you wanted him erasing every trace of any other person from your mind and body. You wanted to feel claimed.

“Move. I’m yours. Show me I’m yours. Use me,” you whispered against his ear, hugging him close and tightening your legs and arms around his body.

He sat back on his heels, moving your body with him until you were suspended in the air, his arms holding you up as he kissed your forehead before unleashing all he had. “Like this? You want to be my personal fuck-doll? Like a fleshlight for me to use?”

Your juices were dripping around him, soaking his thighs and sheets as you groaned. He bounced you on his cock, whispering filthy things above you as he grunted with each rapid thrust. The mixture of pain and pleasure tilting the balance until you tripped over an orgasm that left you breathless.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes, Inar, yes.” He slowed down a bit, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Keep going, keep going, harder,” you pleaded, your head thrown back as he held you with one arm. He was so fucking strong.

He moved your body again, laying you back and kneeling between your legs as he pulled them over his shoulders, pressing down until you were in a matting press, and his dick is hitting your G-spot with each thrust. He kept moaning your name, chanting it like a prayer as he grunted every time he hit bottom inside of you. The pleasure was indescribable, melting every neuron in your brain as you became one with him.

“Scream louder. Be a good little slut and let everyone in this building know who owns this pussy. Who is making you go crazy with pleasure.” You should care about your neighbors, but you’d be lying if you said you did. You didn’t care. You wanted them to hear you. You wanted everyone to know how much of a slut you were for your orc’s dick.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt another gush of juices sloshing around his cock. “You. Only you. Fuck, Inar.”

You could barely form words, the headboard hitting the wall at the rhythm of his thrusts as the second orgasm ripped out of you, a scream so loud you were sure you just made all the birds in your area fly away. You couldn’t care, though. You needed more. You needed all.

“Tell me again,” he grunted his hand slipping between your bodies until his thumb was over your clit again. You knew instantly what he meant.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” you chanted as he fucked into you over and over. Your hands were probably leaving marks on his back, but you didn’t care. With each thrust your body felt like shattering, and it was incredible.

“Fuck. Yes. Mine. My love. My mate,” those were his last words before you felt the telltale sign of his knot expanding inside of you. You moaned like the slut you were, crying out his name as louder as possible as you felt another orgasm rocking your body at the same time the first shot of his come hit your insides.

It took you a while to come back to your senses, his labored breathing joining yours as you started to feel cramps in the back of your legs. “This is the worst position to be stuck in,” you whispered with a huffed laugh.

He was still pulsating inside of you, and with each shot of come inside of you, you felt aftershocks firing down your spine, making you whimper. He rolled his hips once again, making you let out a choked moan.

“I don’t know, mate, I like it. I can feel your pussy fluttering with each shot.” He was kissing around your face sweetly, but his dirty words made your pussy squeeze around him. He groaned and you smiled smugly.

“My hips are going to be so sore tomorrow,” you half lamented, half joked.

“Your hips aren’t the only thing that is going to be sore tomorrow. If I do my job right you are going to be so spent you will have to call in sick.” You moaned at the promise in his tone, shivering as he found your clit once again, making you whimper, oversensitive. “But don’t worry, you are lucky enough to have a gym partner to help you with that.” You could feel the smirk on his voice.

“Yeah, the best gymbro ever,” you let out in a wishful whisper as you pulled at his hair until you could kiss the smug smirk off his face as he rutted his knot against you over and over.

A/N: So… this is it. Would you like for me to add a lil epilogue into their future? I’m already editing this story and adding some more chapters to transform it into a whole book, I’m very excited about that. If I can ask… would you give me some feed-back on the overall story you’d read? I would like to know how you guys feeling about the development of their romance. :)

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Dragon x fem!reader || praise kink, dirty talk, breeding, exhibitionism kink (light)

When you started dating a dragon, you were expecting a lot of things (obviously that included fantastic sex), but what you weren’t expecting was the way he always made sure you were confident and praised. Truth be told, that was probably a personality trait, and nothing to do with him being dragonborn, but who cared about that? You finished your degree and your graduation was in a couple days. You had other worries. Such as: should you invite him? You’d only been dating for a couple months (the best months of your life) and he was so… intense. But you were pretty sure you were falling for him and you wanted him to be there.

But at the end he was the one who solved the problem. He insisted he wanted to go to cheer for you and show you how proud he was of you, and made you feel so special all the time that you agreed. Your impostor syndrome a bit too high to feel like your accomplishments need to be celebrated, but once again your praise kink and his amazing mouth convinced you to. And good goddess are you happy about that choice…

You are walking down a corridor on your way to the main area of the graduation when he calls out your name. You look around and almost swallow your tongue. He looks phenomenal, he’s leaning against a wall with a black suit that makes the red of his scales pop and makes your mouth water wanting to devour him.

Looking at his smirk, he probably can smell how much you appreciated his outfit. But he doesn’t comment, he simply kisses your cheek and offers his hand. You thought he would just walk away hand in hand, but he pulls you into some kind of classroom. In two seconds flat, your face is pressed against the wall, and his big body is covering your back.

“Hello there, you look ravishing.” His husky voice makes you let out a little pant. The way he’s pressing against you and rubbing his huge erection against your ass is driving you a little bit crazy. “You did so good with your degree… I’m so fucking proud of you.” His compliments make your head spin.

“Stop it,” you complain, your face getting redder and redder as he continued with his compliments.

“You don’t want to hear it? Too bad.” He laughs. “I’m going to tell you how good you did and how fantastic you look. You have it all. The brains and the hotness and the body…” His voice drops as he whispers: “And the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” You moan, your blood running faster and your insides twitching as his dirty words permeate your brain.

Fuck, he can get you going with such few words, and he doesn’t seem to be about to stop… His hands travel down your front, cupping your boobs and pinching your nipples with weird accuracy over your dress and bra. You let out a little cry that makes him chuckle again, rutting his dick harder against your ass. You rock back, making him grunt and pressing you harder against the wall in retaliation.

“You aren’t in control here, pretty girl. You are going to get what I give you,” the roughness in his voice makes you tremble.

“And… And what is that?” You ask, tempting fate.

He growls as you feel him disappear for a second before his hands are pushing your dress up until it’s resting over your hips. He guides your hands to the hem of it: “Hold the dress up,” he orders.

You obey, curious and horny to see what he does next. He doesn’t disappoint, his whole hand covering your pussy and pressing up. You groan as he makes you get on your tiptoes as he rubs over your clothed clit.

“Fuck, you are soaked. Is this because of me? Do you like having me here this much?” You nod, unable to form words when his claws are playing with the edge of your panties, gracing over your wet pussy. “You were so good… You did great in all your classes and now you are graduating. Such a fucking good girl.”

He punctuates each word with a flick of his claw over your clit and you can barely breathe because of the pleasure. Your brain is swirling in desire, and you are getting wetter and wetter to the point you can hear every movement he makes against your pussy.

But he’s not done. “And you are going to be better for me, aren’t you? You are going to be a perfect good girl and you are going to part your legs further…” You comply and he does a rapid work pushing two fingers inside your tight heat, making you moan. “Yeah, just like that. I’m going to fill you up and you are going to walk that stage knowing who owns this pussy. Aren’t you? You want that, I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, little human. You love the thought of walking with my come leaking down your thighs, you’re so dirty… But I love it. I love how dirty you are and how hot you get when you are full of my come.”

Your breathing is labored and he pushes your panties to the side. The second the tip of his dick presses against your warm opening your are whimpering his name as a plea. He chuckles and pushes inside in one long thrust, sending your hips crashing against the wall, making everything more intense.

He sets up a fast pace, but that doesn’t stop him from talking: “And if you are good, if you are reaaaally good… You’ll earn a prize. Do you want a prize?” You nod, but he’s way ahead of you: “You don’t need it, do you? You are happy jut being a good girl for me.” You whimper really loud, ashamed that somebody could hear but way too worked up to care.

“Yes,” it sounds like a broken plea and he chuckles.

“What a dirty little girl. When you are finished, and they give you the diploma, with my come leaking down your legs, I’m going to push your legs over my shoulders and I’m going to pump you full again. Over and over until you are leaking and sore… Just to do it all over again. Once you walk that stage, you are mine for the weekend, and I pretend to have every one of your holes filled all weekend long…” He never stops his thrusting, whispering filthy things against your ear as he fucks into you.

You can’t even process all he says, you are just nodding and moaning, pushing your ass back against him to try get him deeper. When his claw starts toying with your clit, you know there’s no coming back, you are too close, too fast…

You try to warn him, but he only chuckles at your pathetic whimpers, thrusting harder and pinching your clit between his fingers until you are screaming his name and he’s joining you in pleasure with a hard thrust that makes you see stars as he fills you to the brim.

“Such a good girl, look at that…” He pulls your legs further apart, kneeling behind you and playing with your stretched hole, pushing his come back inside. “Fuck, the prettiest dripping pussy on the best fucking girl.” He kisses your pussy as if he’s saying goodbye and puts your panties back in place.

He helps you put your dress back to it’s place, kissing your forehead and telling you how proud he is one more time before he grabs your hand and walks you to the main area. His come pooling there and making you feel naughty and horny at the same time. With each step you take, it rubs against your still sensitive clit and you have to bite your lip not to moan out loud.

When they call your name, you walk to the stage with your legs pressed together, face flushed and come sticking to your clit. He spits fire into the air as a celebration, and a couple people around him scream. But he’s too busy screaming congratulations and cheering your name to care. It’s fucking perfect.

You walk off that stage with his come sticky between your legs and a huge smile on your face, the promise of a good weekend ahead.

Good Devil

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Demon x fem!reader || sex with feelings, horn-play (?) || tw: cheating (mentioned)

She cheated. She had an amazing boyfriend and she cheated. You knew they weren’t in their best moment, but he was amazing with her, and she still went out and fucked her coworker. In his place. Fuck. That was just fucked up in a way you couldn’t forgive, so after you gave her your a piece of your mind you left her there... and went to him.

When you knocked on the door, he wasn’t surprised. He stepped to the side and let you sit on his couch as he sat right next to you. You didn’t have to say anything, you looked at him and hugged his middle as he told you everything. Over the time you’d been friends, you grew closer and closer. Your talk becomes heated easily, vehemently telling him it wasn’t his fault, that he was fantastic. And even when he didn’t believe you, you kept praising him because he was. He was everything you told him and so much more.

It takes a while for you two to calm down, your face pressed against his chest and his wings wrapped around your body. At some point, your angry tears and his frustrated sighs calm down enough. Silence becomes comfortable as you hug closer, melting against each other until you can hear his heart against your ear and he keeps breathing in your scent.

The intimacy is everything you expected and more. You didn’t want to admit that you might have a bit of a crush on your friend’s boyfriend, but now that she was an asshole and cheated on him… You can feel the spark between the two of you shining brighter than ever.

You push back from his chest, his wings unfurling as you touch his face softly, caressing his cheek. “Do you… do you feel this, too?”

“Yes,” his broken response has your body vibrating with excitement. “I’ve been feeling this for a long time,” he confesses.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask in a softer tone.

“Please,” his plea is enough for you. You close the distance between your bodies, almost throwing yourself on top of him, legs at either side of his body as you cup his cheeks and close the space between your mouths.

It starts soft and exploring, but in less than a minute he’s taking over. His hands find your hair and he starts to pull, arching your neck enough to claim your mouth at a better angle. He kisses you like he’s starving for your taste, and it makes you burn with pleasure.

You grab onto his horns and he breaks the kiss with a sinful groan. “Good devils… do… do that again,” he stutters his request and it makes you feel powerful. You rub his horns, and he lets out a broken cry… So you do it again, and again, until he’s begging for you for more.

“Please, please, just… Can I… Can you…?” He grabs your wrists, stopping your movements on his horns as you keep kissing up and down the column of his neck, using a bit more teeth than necessary. “I can’t think when you do that.” You stop and pull back enough to look into his eyes. “Do you want this? Do you want me?”

You look at him for a few more seconds, looking for answers in his dark eyes. You can feel him getting anxious, his bat wings twitching behind him on the sofa as you lean towards him and whisper against his lips: “More than anything.”

It’s like you pressed the right button, and suddenly you are in the air, and he’s pushing his wings up and down as you fly through your apartment until you are on your back and he’s undressing you with frantic movements. “Off, off, off…” He chants.

You help him with the clothes until your naked skin presses against his own, the natural heat of his demon form warming you impossibly hot. The heat of his skin makes your nipples ache in pleasure as he takes one in his mouth and you let out a scream.

He pulls back for a second, looking up at your eyes to make sure you are alright, and it warms your heart more than it warms your body. “Fuck me, please. I need you inside of me…”

“Are you sure?” He asks again, making your heart beat a bit faster, feel a bit fuller.

“Yes! For fuck’s sake, push that demon dick in my pussy!” You try not to sound too mad, but you are desperate and aching. He huffs a laugh and manhandles you into a better position. He’s on his knees and you are pressing against his chest, the tip of his cock pressing against your core. “Take as much of me as you want,” he whispers against your ear. It sounds like a promise, one that you are fully intending to claim.

You lower your hips little by little. He feels so big you aren’t sure if you could take him full, but you are 100% going to try. It takes a while for you to get past the first ridge, but when it pushes inside of you, he screams and you feel warmth spreading inside your pussy.

You stop your movements and look at his head thrown back and exposed throat. “Did you just come?” You try not to sound smug, but you fail miserably.

But he doesn’t mind, he’s rocking his hips in tiny thrusts, making your whole body move. “Fuck, yes. Keep going. Keep going. So good.”

His dick doesn’t get soft, it almost feels harder as you continue your journey to demon dick, rolling your hips and trying to get further down. His come helps lubricate the way, slipping faster inside of you as he keeps moaning and praising you. Your face must be almost as red as his, but you can’t care. You can’t focus on anything that’s not the incredible fullness inside of you.

By the time you bottom out, he’s chanting curses to the ceiling and you are about to burst. He feels so good inside of you… It takes you a few minutes to catch your breath and adapt to his size, but when pleasure starts to build in your lower abdomen, you grab his shoulders and start bouncing on his dick. He lets out a cry, and it only powers your movements further. He grabs your hips and helps you out. Up and down, up and down… The pleasure is almost blinding.

Your orgasm catches you by surprise. You arch your back as he holds you up, screaming his name as he thrusts harder into you. He’s not far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as his orgasm takes over his body. You scream in unison as pleasure rides your bodies.

You come down to your body wrapped around his. “It’s mean to say I’m glad she cheated?” You whisper against his chest. He laughs so hard your head bounces on his pectorals.

“Good Devil, I adore you.”

Releasing-hole

Request: Babessss can u pls do a female version of ur 20k unicorn fix pls I’m on my knees BEGGING

A/N: If you haven’t read, this is the story they are referring to. This one isn’t as long, but I hope this is okay. Enjoy!

Unicorns x fem!reader || overstimulation, free-use, size difference

When your friend told you about his super sweet deal with the unicorn firm, you were very jealous. He got fucked within an inch of his life, got paid for it and on top of that he got a permanent contract out of it. It sounded like a dream and you wanted it. You wanted it very badly. So he was kind enough to set you with a gig similar to his. While he was the boss’ hole, you were going to be something… different.

You were there just for fun entertainment for now, a pretty human walking around the office naked for them to stare and touch if they wanted. Which they did. Some of them caressed your skin, kissing and biting as you whined and moaned. But some were a lot bolder, probing your holes with their huge cocks as you tried to arch your back to get them deeper. But they only chuckled at your attempts. Whispering “you aren’t ready yet” over and over.

You were supposed to be stretching at home, which you did, every day with a bigger dildo, walking around with the plug for everyone to see. They made fun of you, which made you feel all kinds of hot and bothered. You couldn’t wait for your holes to be stretched enough to be fucked by the unicorns. You were almost salivating thinking about it. So full…

That’s how you ended with your body bent over a table, your legs far apart with a spread-bar. You were completely exposed to anyone walking by, and that was exactly the point. They wanted you to be the “releasing-hole” in the office, and you were more than ready to fulfill your role.

They used you when they felt like it, your hole leaking since first hour and only adding more and more loads to your hungry cunt every time they took a break. It was maddening, sending you into orgasm after orgasm until you didn’t know what you were. You were just a hole to be used by them, a pleasure-ridden body that could only moan and groan as your pussy leaked unicorn come.

You loved your role in the office.

Set up by a baby orc (part 15)

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || teasing, making out

The museum looks imposing as you wait by the door, your casual outfit making you shiver in the autumn breeze. Unax texted you he was running late because of a shoe malfunctioning. He didn’t give you further details, but you can’t wait to hear them because that sounded very funny, and you are sure you’d laugh at it. You don’t really remember another time in your life when you laughed and smiled as much as you do when you are with him.

And with happiness comes doubt.

You like him. You like him a whole lot. Every second you’ve spent with him has been completely amazing and you want to take it a little bit further. And not only talking about sex, get your head out of the gutter. You are already wondering if you are something more than just two people meeting for a few dates. Is this leading to a serious relationship? Is he your boyfriend?

You wanted to ask so many times yesterday, and then by text, but… you didn’t. You weren’t sure if that was first-date-appropriate or if you should wait a bit longer, or if he should ask… Truth be told, you haven’t dated that much. You had a few short-term boyfriends, but it never felt as deep or intense as it does with him. It makes you want to scream in excitement, but also crawl in fear. It’s a really weird feeling...

Unax’s voice breaks you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Hey there, gorgeous! You look ravishing today.” He leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek and you have to bite your lip not to swoon. Why is he so fucking adorable?

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you say, feeling shy at the way he’s looking at you. He looks at you as if the rest of the world faded in the background and you became his sun, and it is… intoxicating.

Another soft breeze makes you shiver, and he catches on. “Should we go in?” He wraps his big arm around your shoulders as you two enter the building together.

The girl at the front explains some of the exhibit to you two, but she mainly tells you to explore, which is definitely your favorite part. There’s not that many people around, and you feel like a kid looking around and reading every little info you can get.

Naga history is a lot more violent than you anticipated, most of the space dedicated to famous battles. But what you like the most are the recreations of their first settlements, low houses that have little carved floors for them to go through with their tails, especial beds adapted to their anatomy… At some point he grabs your hand, and you look at him from under your lashes when he leans down to kiss your forehead as you add a few naga facts you know.

Everything is fascinating, and you can’t stop taking mental notes so you could tell the kids on Monday about it. You are sure some of the baby nagas would be as fascinated as you, and the rest of the kids, too. That’s what you liked most about teaching, the way their eyes light up when you told them things the didn’t know yet. The excitement of knowledge and the spark of understanding inside of them… it was precious.

Unax doesn’t say much, just walking quietly beside you as you read and talk and explain stuff to him. He supports a big smile that never flatters, even when you are telling him about the time a little naga pooped himself and accidentally spread it everywhere as he moved. He just… smiles at you as if everything out of your mouth was the most interesting thing in the world, and it makes you want to kiss him senseless. And suck his dick. Good goddess, you’d fall to your knees right there…

The UST (unsolved sexual tension) between the two of you is almost unbearable as you walk into the last part of the exhibit. There’s nobody around and you feel so happy… “Thank you for coming with me, it means a lot.”

“Do not thank me for spending time with you, it’s my favorite thing to do,” he responds without blinking. You laugh at the seriousness in his tone, but he’s not teasing, he looks like he means it and it makes your laughter die out.

“Do you really mean that?” You question, completely baffled by it.

“Of course.”

“Are you my boyfriend?” You ask in a rush, the question bursting out of your lips as if you have no self-control at all. Sometimes around Unax you wonder if you indeed have any self-control at all. Just enough not to get arrested for indecency, but not much more.

His smirk is teasing when he asks back: “Am I your boyfriend?” The smile that breaks on his face is bright enough to eclipse the fucking sun. “Come here,” he pulls at your joined hands, leaning down until he’s eye to eye with you, barely a breath between the two of you. “Yes, gorgeous, I am your boyfriend. And you are my girlfriend.” Your insides do a little shimmy-dance. And when he adds: “If you want to, that is,” you can’t do anything but to grab his short hair and pull him in for a kiss. He’s so fucking adorable.

The kiss starts as chaste and innocent, but in two seconds Unax’s hands are on your hips and he’s pulling your body flush to his. You can feel every inch of his thick body against yours, especially a thicker part of him rubbing against your belly. Goddess… You are losing your mind. Your hands find his hair and you start pulling at it, desperate to get him as close as possible. You want to devour him. You want to be devoured.

Someone coughs behind you, and you break apart with a tiny giggle. His forehead is resting against yours, and he’s breathing is labored, making you feel all kinds of jittery and giddy. “So, do you want to grab a snack?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with you, little pants still coming out of his parted lips.

You act like you have to think about it until he huffs bemusedly, and then you nod with a huge smile on your lips. “Can we get ice cream?” You ask, thinking it will cool you down a bit, you are feeling a bit too hot at the moment.

His responding: “Yes,” is almost pornographic. You have to press your thighs together and swallow a moan, coughing to cover it up. His smirk is knowing when he pulls back and grabs your hand again. “Come on, girlfriend, let’s get you feed.”

Goddess… you wish he would stuff you full. But not precisely with food.

The curse (part 3)

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Demon (POV) x fem!reader || desperate sex, intimate

Your words kept spinning in his brain. He could still feel them burning on his frontal cortex as you opened a new book. “Because I’m in love with a demon who’s been cursed to never leave this store. And I’m damn sure I can break the damn curse so he can come to sleep on my fucking bed.” You were in love with him. In love with a demon… You, his sweet human, were in love with him.

He couldn’t figure out how that came to be. He couldn’t figure out how he made that possible. He was a grumpy asshole who always scared you (on purpose) when you arrived and made fun of your book choices. Even if he later on ordered more romance and supernatural book because it was what you liked to read more. But he would never confess to that.

And still you were there, trying to save him… because for some reason you loved him.

Fascinating.

He couldn’t stop watching you, just staring after your gorgeous face as you worked on the books, completely focused on it. It was the third time he caught you yawning when he decided that was enough. It was okay that you wanted to read everything relating to the curse in order to destroy it, but he wasn’t about to let you overwork yourself for him.

He might be a demon, but he was a demon that felt very human things for the very pretty human trying to help him. “I have a bed here, you know?” He deadpanned, leaning against the door frame trying to look casual.

You looked up from the old volume you were reading, “What?” Your eyes were hooded in a sleepy way, and that made something he didn’t know how to name stir inside his chest. His wings flapping behind him.

“You said you wanted to break the curse so I could go sleep on your bed, but I have a bed,” he explained as if you were stupid, his fangs biting his lip to try not to smile at your annoyed face.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you complained, focus back on the book.

“I know…” He told you, approaching the table you were on very slowly. “But I want to see you on that bed. Preferably naked,” he whispered against your ear, making you let out a screech because of the surprise of having him so close.

He laughed loudly as you scowled at him. “That wasn’t funny.”

“Whatever you say,” he let out between chuckles, wiping away a tear running down his cheek. “Come on, you are tired, let’s go to bed and we can continue this tomorrow,” he tried softer this time, a hint of worry permeating his words.

“Naked?” You teased.

He tried to be good, he really tried, but you were asking about sleeping naked next to him and he was nothing but a demon. A very horny demon. “Do I need to touch you again so you remember what happens when I have you naked?”

The smirk playing on your lips was enough to make him hard as a rock, and the way you whispered: “Mmmm… Maybe I need a reminder,” turned his blood on fire.

“You do, huh?” He teased back, his wings flapping a bit on his back as he approached you, helping you stand up and pressing his hard body against your soft one.

“Yes, please…” Your plea ignited something inside of him that was long dormant.

He grabbed you by the waist, unable to control himself, and used one of his spells to teleport you to bed. You fell backwards as he fell on top of you, your mouths meeting in a frenzy of kisses. His hands tried to touch skin, roaring when he couldn’t touch you fully because you were still dressed. You were giggling as he growled at your clothes, pulling at them until his fingertips burned holes through them, pulling and pulling until they tore and you were exposed to his hungry eyes.

He touched every single part of you he could, until he felt dizzy, almost drunk with desire for you. He could smell your pleasure. He could smell how wet you were for him. And it only made his own arousal grow higher, his brain spinning as he licked and nipped at your skin.

He was desperate, he wanted to touch you but he was scared he could hurt you in any way. “Ride me, little human,” he whispered against your ear.

You moaned as he manhandled you until you were straddling his hard on, his wings trapped under him and your hands pressed against his chest. You were rocking your hips to drive your pleasure higher, and he couldn’t be more happy with it.

He lasted very little like that, your luscious body over him, driving him insane, but your movements too controlled, too slow. He needed more. So he took it. He grabbed your hips with strong hands, his claws picking at your skin as you moaned his name and threw your head back, looking magnificent. But the way your pussy twitched was what gave him the signal you craved the movement, you craved the savageness inside of him.

He pressed you down harder, pushing his hips up at the same time until you screamed. And then he did it again and again, helping you move over him as you rode his dick like a Valkyrie going into battle. He had never seen anything as beautiful as you in that moment.

Your orgasm was a loud, shouting his name at the top of your lungs as he roared his own release, his thrusts erratic as he pushed every little bit of his essence as deep inside of you as he could. The way you smelt at the peak of your passion drove him completely insane. But the way you smelt right after you came and he filled you with his come? Absolute ambrosia.

He was still breathing hard when you whispered: “I can’t forget you if I don’t leave, can I?” You were half asleep against his chest, but the idea of the curse affecting you in that way had him almost jumping out of the bed. Your body resting on top of him was the only thing stopping him from running out. “Hear me out, you were worried the curse could hurt me, but I’ve been here for hours and it hasn’t done anything, so I think it’s safe for me to stay until we figure it out.”

He tried to hold back a growl, but his voice was a low rumble when he blurted: “I won’t let you be trapped here the same way I am.”

“Lucky you aren’t the one deciding it, so suck it and go to sleep,” your tone didn’t leave space for arguments and he could do nothing but to hug you closer as you fell asleep against his side.

He really needed to face the curse, didn’t he?

Fuck.

A/N: Yes, I will write one more to finish this, I just needed them to be real desperate for each other again. ;)

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Jock-cock

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Request: I kind of like the idea of a jock orc x fem nerd reader, friends to enemies to lovers type of deal Like they were best friends when they were younger, but soon turned enemies and eventually liked each other again- angst with some smut lol

Orc x fem!reader || (light) angst, (light) dirty talk, oral sex, size difference

He was your childhood best friend, your moms were friends and it was only normal that you were, too. And maybe… just maybe… You felt a bit more than friendship towards him. But who could blame you for your crush? He was hot and big and green and had muscles over muscles… He was just a silly jock that acted like a sweetheart when you were around. It wasn’t your fault that you fell for him.

But then the asshole had to be as stupid as a jock can be and made fun of you in front of all his other jock-jerks, of course he did. It hurt so deeply that you couldn’t even look at his face after it. It didn’t matter how many times he apologized in private, the pain in your heart was very real and his words cut deeper than any others could. The betrayal was the worst part of it, and losing him as a friend made your insides twitch still.

So you decided to not only ignore him, but antagonize every part of his life you could. You did tell his mom, and you didn’t regret the three months of cleaning the bathrooms he got in retaliation. He did mind, if the stinky eyes he sent your way were any indication.

And just like that, your best friend turned into somebody you barely knew. Somebody who didn’t look your way when you passed next to him. Somebody you tried not to pine after even if it hurt your soul every time you looked in his direction for a bit longer than needed. But it was okay, because you were going away from college and he was going to another place completely different. You wouldn’t have to see him again. Not for a long time, at least.

So when you see him at the library in your campus for the first time after three years of avoiding him, you are a bit more than speechless. He’s just standing there, as big as ever, green and pretty and so fucking hot you almost combust on the spot. But his emerald eyes fixated on you, and you can’t look away even if you tried.

“Hey… Can we talk?” His words wash over you and you stare at him for a couple seconds, completely weirded out by his presence.

It takes your body a couple of seconds to unfreeze. Your response is fast and thoughtless: “No.”

You walk past him, your brain still spinning. What is he doing here? He was supposed to go to a fancy collage across the country and you were supposed to be free from his influence ever again. But there he is, standing a couple meters away from you, looking as handsome as ever and as jacked as any other human or monster you’ve ever seen.

“Hey! Wait! I… I need to talk to you, please.” It’s the vehemency on his tone what makes you turn around to look at him.

You try not to sound too annoyed when you let out: “What do you want? What are you doing here?”

“I moved, they recruited me into their sports team and I… I wanted to be closer to you.” His confession makes your brain spin, not fully understanding what the fuck does he mean by that.

“What? You don’t even like me.” You let out a humorless chuckle.

He looks genuinely surprised at your words. “What gave you that idea?”

You look at him with confusion. “You!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up for emphasis. He looks confused too, so you explain: “You said I was like a sister to you, that you’d never go for a nerd.” You use quotation marks for the words that are branded in your brain, never forgetting how much his words hurt you, even years later.

He scratches the back of his neck, looking at the ground as if it has the answers to his questions. “I… I did say that.” You huff at him, trying to walk away again. “Wait!” He grabs your arm. “I didn’t mean it, I was just trying to deflect because… because…” He stutters and you do not think that’s cute. Not at all.

“Because what?” You press, curious about what shitty answer he’s going to give you. Your heart is beating fast and you can’t even start explaining any of your feelings right now. You need to get away from him before you do something stupid as confesses your undying love for him.

But then he deadpans: “Because I had a crush on you, damn it!” His tone is almost angry and makes your heart skip a beat. You gasp, mouthing his words as if that will help you understand.

“You what?” You ask, blinking slowly.

He chuckles at your probably-surprised face. “I’ve been into you since forever. You are it for me.” His words sound so sincere and his tiny smile holds so much weight behind it that you can’t… you can’t...

“What?” You end up questioning again.

He laughs, pulling at you close by the arm he was still holding. Your body collides with his hard middle as he says: “You start to sound like a broken disk.”

“Are you for real?” You pinch his side, making him squeal as the tension between the two of you breaks. Completely melts into nothing as your arms come around his middle and you hug him close. It feels like coming home.

You hear him sniffing your hair. “Fuck, you smell so good up close, I almost forgot how good you smell.”

“You sound like a weirdo,” you say bemusedly at his antics.

He used to smell you all the time while you were growing up. It was endearing then, and it is endearing now, your whole body vibrating in anticipation. You don’t want to give in so easily, you really don’t, but he’s here, and he confessed he and… and you like him, too. Even if you have been trying to deny it for years.

But then he gets you again: “And you are carrying around your DnD dice, you can’t judge me for being weird.” He pulls back a little, looking down at you with the prettiest eyes and the most beautiful smile.

You try to argue: “What are you tal…”

You don’t get to say anything before his mouth is on you, and you are squirming in his arms. Your hands find his short hair and you are pulling him down until you can deepen the kiss as he moans against your lips. His tusks feel amazing against your face as he devours you.

“Get a room!” Somebody screams in the distance, making you pull back a fraction to gasp. You can feel your face getting redder and redder. Fuck, how embarrassing.

“I- You…” He stutters, looking as enchanted as ever. He’s blinking slowly and licking his licks trying to get another taste of you.

“My room is in that building,” you point out to your right, grabbing his hand and walking in that direction without even asking.

You had wanted him for so long and having him so close now… There’s no way you aren’t going to get that orc dick ASAP.

You are already on your door when he lets out a chuckle: “Slow down… I can, I can take you out first.” That he says that only makes you hornier.

“Do you want that?” You tease, looking pointedly at the dick outline on his pants. “Do you really prefer to get coffee right now than to get in there and fuck me until I cry out your name?” You point at your dorm.

He lets out a groan. “Fuck, don’t say stuff like that in public, I’m about to cream my pants.”

“Are you?” Your smirk is so big you can feel it pulling at your cheek muscles.

“Good damn it, get inside.” You raised your eyebrows at him and he growls, making you let out a squeal as he picks you by the waist and pushes the door open.

Your back was pressed against the wall immediately as he sucks on your pulse point and your head hits the wall behind you as you cry out in pleasure. You don’t know what is it, the fact that he can pick you up with one arm or the fact that he has you pressed against the wall as he grinds against your clothed pussy, but you are on fire. It feels like there’s lava inside of you and you want nothing more than to burn completely.

“We should take it slow,” he bites against your neck, not stopping his ministrations and probably the huge hickey he’s sucking right there.

You let out a humorous huff. “I don’t think so.”

Your hand travels down between your bodies and you grab his dick over his pants. He lets out a roar, a literal roar, and your body is flying across the space until you are laying on the bed and he’s crawling to you like a predator. You let out a happy cry when he grabs your pants and pulls them down along your panties. Pointing at your shirt as he takes off his own clothes. You get undressed as fast as possible, but it’s not fast enough. His hands are on your bra and he… pulls.

Your boobs spring free as he groans at the sight, your broken bra thrown over his shoulder as he grabs your ankles and pulls your legs apart. He lets his body hit the bed, head between your legs as your hands find his hair and his tongue finds your clit. You let out a scream that can rival any heavy metal singer, his clever mouth hitting all your erogenous zones as his fingers find your center.

He’s doing everything you like without you even trying to explain, the way he’s eating you is enough to drive you mad with a few flickers of his tongue. “Please, please…” You keep begging him but he only looks up for a second, a big smirk on his lips.

“I’ve been waiting for this so fucking long you aren’t about to let the fun finish in a few minutes, are you?” You shake your head, your brain spinning and your ears ringing as he continues his tongue-dance across your clit.

You are dripping, you can feel the amount of juices running down your thighs and the sounds he’s making… Fuck. You are definitely going to let the fun finish. The fun being you.

“I’m… I’m about to…” You don’t get to finish the phrase before he’s curling his fingers and drubbing against your G-spot sending you into the stratosphere of pleasure as you scream his name.

When you come back to your senses, his chin is resting on your navel and he looks self satisfied, licking his lips as he stares at you. “I knew your nerd-pussy would be worth the wait.”

“My nerd…” You burst out laughing so hard your stomach hurts. “You didn’t just say that,” you say between breathless laughter.

He smiles at you, “I did. And I don’t regret it.”

“Are you going to tell me to suck your jock-cock now?” You joke.

He sits up between your legs, pulling them over his stretched ones and making you feel so tiny in comparison. Fuck, he’s so big. “I mean… If you want to…” You look at him in time to see his hand wrapping around his impressive green dick, your mouth already watering.

“You are incorrigible.” You say as you reposition until your face is eye-level with his navel.

“And you like it,” he says, his breathing labored just having you so close to his dick. You smile up at him, guiding his hand to your hair to keep it together.

“Ugh, I do,” you falsely complain as you lower your head. His deep groan is enough to make your insides burn again.