Monster's Pet

Gym slut: the confession

A/N: Catch up with the rest of the series in the collection. I was really nearvous to post this part because it feels a lot more intimate or personal than others, so let me know what do you think, please. Also: No gonna lie… this is going to hurt a bit. Enjoy?

Inar (POV) x fem!reader || sfw, angst

He stared at you for what felt like the whole night. Staying awake and thinking about your words. After your soft confession, his heart wouldn’t stop racing, his mind spinning as a thousand and one possibilities crossed his mind. But above all, the fact that you still didn’t know about the mate bond was haunting him.

He knew he should have told you sooner, everyone around him told him so. He knew. But he also knew you were a bit skittish when it came to commitment, and being his mate was the ultimate commitment. There was nothing more profound and intense than a mate bond, and he had been feeling it all along. Well, maybe not all along, but pretty much.

And he knew he fucked up a bit when he remained silent about it.

His siblings gave him hell about it, they all treated him the same way he felt inside: like a stupid asshole. He should have told you the first time you fucked, but instead of that, he left you there because he panicked after sharing you. Other monsters were all territorial and shit, but the fact that you were so needy and desperate and liked what happened only made him second guess himself even more, and he ran. Like he always did.

A fucking coward, the little voice in his head supplied. Fuck.

Before he realized, it was early morning, the sun barely on the horizon when he decided he needed to get off some steam and nerves before he would spin his head so bad he would second guess himself out of telling you again. He needed to run… but this time to come back to you.

So he left you there, looking all cozy and soft, hugging the pillow as soon as he slipped from under your body. His heart skipped a beat at your content sigh, and a tiny smile played at the corner of his lips when he put on his sneakers and went out the door, grabbing your keys on his way out.

He knew you were a morning person, but it was way too early even for that. So he stepped outside and took off running. He wasn’t a big fan of running, but when he couldn’t go to the gym, running would take his mind out of his problems. Not that you were a problem, more like he was. His racing mind was. His self-doubt was. He was a mess and his brain kept repeating all the hurtful things that made him a bad partner for you, a bad mate. But you needed to know, he knew that.

He was going to tell you.

Today.

After stopping at the coffee shop you liked, he ran back, trying not to move the travel cups too much. He set the coffees on the table and showered. You were still sleeping peacefully, but he didn’t dare stop to look at you or he would overthink it again and wouldn’t tell you. And it was time. He was in love with you for fuck’s sake. He needed to tell you. He already started this relationship keeping secrets, he couldn’t keep it hidden anymore.

Fuck, regret had a bitter taste in his tongue as he dried himself and put back his clothes with a wince. He didn’t think it through when he went running, his clothes felt disgusting, but he couldn’t have a serious talk naked, because then you’d be naked and he would end up with his head between your legs again.

He went back to the living room for the coffee and back to the room. He caressed your cheek softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Wake up, sleepy head.” He tried to remain calm, but his heart was beating so fast he felt like he couldn’t breathe properly. But he was determined to do it. “We need to talk,” his words resonated in your room as he stared down at you with the coffee in his hand as a peace offering.

You sat up and the sheet slipped down. The sight of your naked boobs distracted him enough to clear his brain for a millisecond. He took a deep breath as he turned around to grab some of your clothes, passing them to you. You slipped a big shirt (he was pretty sure that was his and you stole at some point) over your head without even thinking about it.

“Good morning,” it sounded weird when you said it mid yawn, but that only made him smile. “What do we need to talk about?” You rasped out, your voice still rough after a good night’s rest.

He looked at you with a knot in his throat, all the nerves coming back to him with vengeance. The run didn’t really help, he was still jittery and confused, his anxiety so high he could almost taste it. And he didn’t know what to do about it, he was awful managing his anxiety on a normal day, but knowing he had to share difficult news? He wanted to disappear.

You stretched, and he saw you wince, grunting at the pain. He went into nurse mode immediately, everything forgotten in his rush to make sure you were okay. Grabbing your ankle and pulling it up until he was inspecting the swollen skin: “Does it hurt? Do you need a pain pill?”

You chuckled, pulling your feet away from his hands and standing up precariously. “It’s okay, just a bit sore.” His arm was around your middle instantly, supporting your weight as you two walked side to side to the living room.

He helped you sit down, and stood up before you, unable to stay still as he paced, trying to figure out how to tell you. You interrupted his mental mess: “I don’t know what this all is about, but if you want to break up with me just say so,” you sounded hurt and he turned around so fast he felt a pull on his neck.

“What?! NO!” He didn’t try to sound so loud, but he almost screamed the words at you. You looked shocked and he took a deep breath.

“No? Then what is happening? Why are you so nervous? I don’t…” You were shooting questions at him and his brain was already spinning with every bad word, every self-doubt thought, every awful past experience… but above all: fear. Fear of losing you.

But at that second, he knew there was one thing that would remain true. “I love you,” he blurted out. The words escaped his mouth so easily, it felt like a weight lifted from his chest and he could breath a bit better.

You were gaping at him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish. In any other moment he would have laughed, he would have made a sex joke probably, but at that second he needed to get it out before his anxiety got the best out of him.

“I love you,” he repeated, slower this time. “But it’s not just that I… I…” You said nothing, only staring up at him with big eyes and such a pretty face it was making thinking extra hard. “You are my mate,” he finally let out in a whisper.

“What does that mean?” But you heard, and obviously, you didn’t have a clue what that meant.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart and racing thoughts. “Orcs and humans are different. Some other monsters, too. We have, we have something akin to a soulmate,” you let out a tiny gasp that made a spark of hope bloom in his chest. So he continued: “someone who is perfect for us and that’s… that’s you.”

There. He said it.

He decided to explain a bit more, just for your sake and so he could focus on something that wasn’t his heart trying to escape his chest. “Since I smelled you and realized you were my mate I’ve been… It’s been you. Only you.”

You looked white as a sheet when he looked back at you, and all the alarms in his head started ringing. “So you… You had no choice liking me?” You deadpanned.

It was hi turn to gape. “What?”

“You are saying you have some kind of connection to me, a predestined connection, so you had no choice. You were meant to like me.” Your eyes were shiny with unshod tears and he was starting to panic. Oh, shit. Oh, no. “Do you even like me or it’s just your biology talking? Is this all about it? Are you with me just beca…”

Your breathing was accelerating, and you smelled like you were in pain, but very different from the pain you felt on your ankle. You smelled like pain… and it was his fault. He fucked it up. Like he always did. His therapist’s voice resonated inside his brain, asking him to rationalize, to think before doing something stupid like running.

“Stop. Stop,” he told you, almost like a plea. “It’s not like that.” He rubbed his face with his hands, groaning in frustration.

“What is it like then? Because as you said it’s not good. It feels like I somehow trapped you into this and I…”

He couldn’t think properly because your words made no sense to him, what were you saying? How would you trap him? He was there not only willing but encouraging. He fucking loved you more than his own life… But he was as bad with words as ever.

“You didn’t. Fuck. This is going awfully.” He dropped to the floor, almost crawling to you until he was kneeling in front of you on the couch, his eyes looking up at you trying to conceive all he was feeling inside. “It’s… The mate bond is so much more. It’s not a biology trap, it’s not you forcing me into anything, or your smell or anything like that. It’s just a feeling so deep inside it takes over your whole body. I…” He took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts. And then an idea popped into his brain: “Do you remember the first time we saw each other?”

You smiled softly. “Yeah, at the gym, you were talking with Isaak and he waved at me and you turned around, and he introduced us.”

He looked up at you, hands resting on your thighs as he shook his head lightly. “No. That wasn’t the first time.”

“What?” You arched an eyebrow at him, confused.

“The first time I saw you, you were wearing purple leggings and an emerald green shirt that fitted to your curves so well I had trouble breathing. I almost dropped my dumbbell on my foot. You were walking on the treadmill, your back to me, and the second my eyes set on you, my whole world stopped, my brain slowed down and you were the only thing I could see.” He closed his eyes for a second, remembering that first time and how he felt like there was fire crawling inside of him. “It took me two whole days to convince Isaak to introduce us because he kept saying I sounded like a creep and he wasn’t going to subject you to that.” The self-depicting chuckle made his heart hurt.

“How did you convince him?” Your tiny smile warmed his heart enough for the knot in his throat to dissolve a bit.

“I didn’t.” He muttered. “You just happened to appear when I was trying to convince him again.” You huffed a chuckle and something inside his chest relaxed. “And when I turned around and you were there I just went for it and he complied. He almost punched me after that, but the reprimands were so worth it. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here?” He asked, heart beating hard against his rib-cage.

You sighed. “Not really.”

He sighed in return, frustrated by his inability to express himself when he most needed it. “I liked you before I even knew you were my mate,” he tried.

“When did you realize?” You asked, clearly curious.

“A few weeks later, you walked past me and dropped your towel. I gave it to you and… Everything clicked. My pull to you, the way I wanted to see you everyday even if it meant changing turns with my coworkers. I just needed to see you again. My mornings became my favorite part of the day just because you were there. And in that moment… it made sense.”

He tried not to sound too dreamy about it, but remembering it still made his heart beat a bit faster. But you still looked unsure, and he could feel his hope dissipating into a hole of emptiness and despair.

“You still don’t understand, do you?” He looked to the floor, completely defeated. He knew that was going to happen, he knew he was going to fuck it all up. “God, I’m so bad at this…” Your hands found his cheeks and he looked up at you again. “I love you. That’s the thing. I love you more than fucking anything and the mate bond is part of that, yes, but it’s not all. I love how strong you are. I love how you look when you wake up and your mouth is half open and your hair is a complete mess. I love when you walk around like you own the place. And I love when you submit all that power in bed so I can take care of you.”

He could talk about how much he loved you for hours, his friends and family were tired of him doing exactly that… But you looked as lost as he felt.

“Repeat it,” you asked softly.

He knew instantly what you meant. “I love you.”

“Again,” there was a little smile on the corner of your lips and he wanted to kiss it more than anything. But he wasn’t sure it would be welcomed. Not yet.

So he complied and repeated: “I love you. I love you more than anything.”

You smiled fully at him, closing the distance and planting a very soft kiss against his closed lips. He breathed deeply, inhaling your content scent and feeling calmness washing over him. It would be okay.

“What happens if I said no to the mate bond?” You asked, making his heart stop as he gasped. He knew that was an option, but hear you say it out loud was like a bucket of ice water over his dying heart.

But he took a deep breath and responded as curtly as possible: “Then I’d still want you, anyway you’d have me. Or I’ll walk away if that’s what you want. I want you to be happy. I need you to be happy.” You hummed, deeply in thought. He would give everything he had to know what was happening in your brain.

But as always, you surprised him when you asked: “And what if I do want the mate bond? How does that work with humans?”

“It’s just… I don’t really know. I don’t know many monster’s with human mates. Well… There’s my brother, but he’s stupid.” You laughed at that, and he felt a little weight leaving his chest. “It doesn’t need to mean anything to you. I just need you to know I love you and that’s not going to change. You are it for me.”

That was finally the right thing to say, you smiled at him in the way that made his heart beat and his brain to stop spinning for a second to focus on you. Your hands cupped his face as you leaned down to kiss him again, sweetly, innocently.

You took a deep breath, your hands dropping from his face. “I need to think.”

“Okay, I’ll leave.” He stood up and turned around, his eyes fixated on the door before he crumbled. It hurt to leave you there, it hurt to walk away, but he knew it had to be done. You deserved to think, he knew that. He just wanted to be there while you did so, and he couldn’t.

“Inar, hey!” He turned around, hope blooming inside his chest. “I’m not saying no, okay? I love you, too. I need you to know that. I love you. I just need to process this.” He smiled softly, his heart swelling as he turned back to give you a forehead kiss.

“Okay.” He whispered, grabbing his keys and closing the door behind him.

Okay.

A/N: With all the pain in my heart… you get the cliffhanger. But! I will write the ending soon. ;)

“The fridge?!”

Commission for Vamp

Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || fluff, tooth-rooting fluff, found family (kinda)

You love family dinners with your minotaur family. It always makes you extra giddy to be invited to Ambrose’s weekly family reunion, and this week wasn’t different. You had had a bit of a rough week, but right then and there, you felt cozy and relaxed. You are talking around the coffee table, everyone lounging around the sofas as the girls play around the table.

You are resting your head on Ambrose’s bicep as you talk to your sister in law about her new job. You are trying not to munch too loudly, but the dessert Cyrene made is fucking delicious and you let out a tiny noise that makes Ambrose’s hand tense on your thigh. You smile up at him, knowingly. You can see the way he’s looking at you with hooded eyes, and you know what that means… you are going to get your pussy pounded as soon as you get home.

But for now… You are content just eating some dessert and maybe a bit more alcohol than necessary when one of Ambrose’s nieces, who were playing around pointed at you and whispered to her sister.

Juniper, the older of the two, points to your leg. Your miniskirt rolled up a bit and your thigh is on full display, which meant… “Hey human-auntie,” your heart skips a beat at the cute nickname they gave you, “why do you have a boo-boo in your leg?”

“Huh?” You look down at where she’s pointing. You have a big finger shaped bruise right on your thigh. Your brain starts firing ideas on what to say. “Oh! You see…”

You try to think what to tell them that is not the truth. Because as much as minotaurs are sexually open, you can’t tell the kids that your boyfriend, his uncle, grabbed your hips so hard while he was fucking you that he left finger imprints in your thighs. You wouldn’t say that out loud in front of his family even if there weren’t any kids around, to be completely honest.

“You see… Your uncle Rose was a total hero!” Ambrose, who was looking at you with a knowing smirk almost chokes on his next breath at your statement. His eyes are big and round as he stares at you, not knowing what you were about to say.

“I am?” Ambrose asks between coughs, making you have to bite your lip not to laugh.

“Yes, silly! So, your uncle here was my hero and saved me when I fell the other day.”

“He did?!” Aster almost screams, the little one has the biggest romantic heart, and she’s already smiling, climbing the table to sit in front of you two. Her sister does the same, both of them staring at you as if you are the best storyteller in the world.

“Mmh-hm,” you hum in agreement, “I was climbing on the counter to get to the top cabinet where we store the good cereal,” you look at the kids who look a bit confused, so for their sake you add: “the cereal that tastes reeeal good, not that one that’s just bland, you know which one, right?” They nod frantically, apparently knowing perfectly what you mean even if you don’t. “So I was on the counter, but I still couldn’t get there, so I tried to climb…” You pause for dramatics, and then continue with a hand flourish: “the fridge!”

“The fridge?!” Both of them exclaim in unison, completely shocked by your story. You want to giggle so bad, but you contain, continuing with your story. The adults around the room are looking at you equally shocked.

You look around expecting to see amused smiles and knowing smirks, but everyone is nodding along your story as if it’s completely doable that you climbed a fridge and fell off it. Well, maybe they aren’t wrong, but you are lowkey offended that they all think you would fall. You have good control, you’ve been climbing on counters and furniture all your life. You are a professional. How dare they think you are clumsy? But the kids are looking at you, and there’s no way you are about to explain the adults that the story is just because of Aster and Juniper.

So you continue your tale. “The fridge. You see… I’m a bit shorter than that.” That makes them laugh, knowing full well you are a lot more than a bit shorter comparing to a minotaur-sized fridge.

“What else?” Juniper asks, her little hands resting under her chin, as if every word out of your mouth is the most interesting story she’s ever heard.

“And I was about to get the cereal, my hands were this close,” you get make a pinching motion and suppress a laughter at their surprised big eyes. “And then I slipped!” You clap hard and they let out a tiny squeal that makes everyone around the room laugh. “But don’t worry, your uncle Rose was right there, catching me before I hit the ground. Isn’t he a hero?” You ask the girls.

“YES!” Both girls yell at the same time, making everyone cheer and clap.

You smile at them, bowing to your public as Ambrose huffs bemusedly next to you. You look at him, eyebrows raised, daring him to say anything. He doesn’t, he just leans down and kisses your forehead as the girls start talking about other princesses and heroes, everyone returning to normal conversation.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur, your heart warm and cozy surrounded by your boyfriend’s family. You are more than content by the time Ambrose taps on your shoulder. “Let’s go home, sunshine,” he says in the softest voice. Your heart skips a beat at the tenderness in his eyes. It’s like staring back at the materialization of love for a second.

Your parents in law walk you two to the door as your sister in law tries to wrestle the kids into their jackets. “Try not to fall off any counters again, we’d hate to lose our new daughter,” your father in law says, ruffling your hair as you pass next to him.

Your brain stops processing information and you just stare at him confused. “What?”

“The bruise?” Ambrose’s mom hints, pointing at your leg.

But you aren’t thinking properly. A part of your brain is still trying to process that the big minotaur just said you are a part of the family, his new daughter. Oh no, you are going to cry. Oh no. Your eyes are getting misty and he’s looking at you the same way you look at tiny kittens and you… Yep, you are letting out a tear as you launch yourself to him and hug his middle. Ambrose laughs behind you, resting his back against the wall and staring at the exchange of love, his smile is so big it must hurt.

“Oh honey, why are you crying?” Cyrene, your mother in law, sounds concerned, and when you feel her strong body pressing against your back so you are in a sandwich of minotaur in-laws.

You can only let out a muffled “I love you, guys!” against your minotaur dad (?) pectorals. Ambrose keeps chuckling, and you want to hit his head before you hear a loud screech and there’s little hands grabbing your legs and hugging against you two. The kids.

“We love you human auntie!” Your heart melts a little more if it was even possible.

Under the table fun

Commission for anon

Request: Can you do a continuation of the haunted story you did for kinktober? Let the shadow monster takes her out on a date. Possibly public sex? Maybe some teasing or edging but besides that you have free range. Also could you keep me anonymous?

A/N: For those who don’t know, this is the original story they are referring to.

Shadow monster x fem!reader || public sex, edging (kinda), teasing, tentacles

He texted you exactly two hours after that first encounter, asking you for a date the next day. You were vibrating with excitement the second you read over his text. You didn’t know what was about him, or why you reacted so strongly to his presence, but the fact remained that you had never orgasmed so hard in your life… and you wanted a repeat. But you also wanted to get to know him, he was a sweetheart as far as you discovered, and your interest was peaked. You wanted to discover if his fun side was just on the haunted house or if he would be equally fun outside of it.

And well… you might have a bit of a crush in the shadow monster already. Who could blame you? The dude had tentacles! What else could a girl ask for?

He asked you to meet him at a cozy place downtown. It was a little Italian restaurant that, for the looks and smell of it, made amazing food. You were waiting by the door, trying not to look too worried as you bite your lip. You remembered a bit too late that your lipstick was probably going to mess up, so you took the little hand mirror and said lipstick out of your purse and tried to fix it before he arrived.

You weren’t that lucky, tho.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around there wasn’t anybody there. But when you turned around again to fix your lipstick, he materialized right in front of you. “Hello there, darling. Fancy meeting you here.” You let out a short screech as you dropped the mirror and the lipstick to the ground, followed by a huff as he laughed in front of you.

“So funny, ha-ha,” you told him, trying to hide your own amusement. You were easily scared, you both knew that fact already, he met you at the haunted house for fuck’s sake.

He picked your things from the floor and handled them to you. His charming smile with too many teeth didn’t leave his mouth, his tentacles moving behind him as he touched your elbow softly. “Come on, darling. Let’s get inside before you freeze your pretty ass.” His voice dropped a tone at the last word, making your insides twist.

Fuck, what was about him that made you feel so needy with a simple touch. Your body was vibrating in anticipation and you barely talked. He only had to touch your elbow and smile at you and your panties were already wet. What the fuck was his power?

The waitress took you to the table, and instead of sitting across from you as you expected, he sat right beside you, pushing his chair closer to your side until your legs were pressed together and you could feel his presence in every breath you took.

You were trying to breathe through your mouth, your whole body vibrating when curiosity finally got the best of you: “What did you do to me?”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and his forever-present wide grin. “What do you mean?” There was an edge of amusement in his tone.

You decided sincerity was probably the way to go. If you let this monster get you off in a haunted house, you could tell him the truth. “I’ve never felt this pull to somebody before. I can feel my body almost vibrating and we barely did anything, we just sat up.” You couldn’t hide your curiosity and astonishment. “How is that possible?” He was staring at you as if he was equally surprised by your words.

“I feel it, too.” His response took you by surprise. You were expecting him to say something about his monster side, but the fact that he just accepted he felt a connection to you felt… empowering in a way.

You felt a blooming hope inside your chest. “You do?” You couldn’t stop yourself from mirroring his grin.

“Yes, fuck. I’ve been craving to touch you since yesterday. And I’m going to be a bit bold here and say I’ve been hard as a rock since the moment I laid my eyes on you in that pretty outfit.” His tone is low and almost guttural, making your nipples peak and your panties to get wetter.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath.

His smile grows wider. “You like that, darling? You like that I’m desperate to touch you? That I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted more than to stick my tentacles in every possible hole of your precious body?” You shivered and took a deep breath, looking around trying to see if somebody knew what was happening in your table. Nobody was looking, but the fact that there were people all around was making you pant.

“We are in public,” you reminded him.

You didn’t know you had a thing for exhibitionism, but the fact that there were people around and he was teasing you under the table was driving you a little bit insane. You could feel your heartbeat mirrored in your clit, and you had to bite your tongue not to scream.

He chuckled, a tentacle curling around your ankle, going up and up as he whispered against your ear: “I know… But I think you like that, don’t you? I think you like the idea of me being a naughty monster touching you right here.” His tentacle was caressing your knee and your brain was short-circuiting.

“Is that so?” You tried to sound empowered and bratty, but your voice was breathy and his smirk was response enough.

“If I touch your pussy right now and you aren’t dripping, I’ll stop. How does that sound?” You pressed your knees together, trapping his ascending tentacle between them. He chuckled, his hand caressing your thigh until you slowly parted your legs and let him continue his exploration. “Good girl,” he praised you.

You tried to act as normal as possible, trying to think of all the times you played poker in your life. But unluckily for you, everyone agreed you had an awful poker face and your heart was racing so fast you thought it was about to burst out of your chest. You looked at the menu, trying to distract yourself of what was happening under the table, where his hand was parting your legs further and his tentacle was getting really close to your dripping center.

The second he made contact, you let out a gasp. “I knew it, such a dirty girl,” he whispered against your ear. You knew that from an outside perspective you probably just looked like two lovers being all romantic, but your heart was still pounding in your chest.

The waitress came as he played with you over your panties, giving you a basket of breadsticks as she took note of whatever you wanted for dinner. You didn’t even remember what you ordered, you just wanted her out of your table so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself doing something like moaning out loud. That would be mortifying.

As soon as she was out of sight, his tentacle found your clit, rubbing lightly over the lace of your panties as he munches happily on a breadstick. “Breathe, darling, we don’t want you suffocating to death,” his chuckle made you want to stab him with the fork, but as you were about to glare at him, he added another tentacle, moving your panties to the side and pressing against your hot center.

You let out a breath in a rush, biting hard on your own breadstick as he pushed inside. You almost choked, and he laughed. “Asshole,” you told him, your teeth clenched as you squeezed around his tentacle, making him cough. You smirked at him.

“Naughty,” was his only response.

And just like that he started a tortuous dance with his tentacles. Rubbing your clit and pushing in and out your pussy, but it was so faint, so very slow that it was only making you more and more desperate. You weren’t anywhere near coming, but the pleasure was so big you couldn’t hold back a tiny moan when you tried to tell him off again. By the looks of it, he wasn’t better, his forehead was shiny with sweat and he was clutching the fork so hard his dark knuckles were light gray.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “We need to get out of here,” he said, turning to look at you unblinkingly.

You tried to argue, “but the food…” He pushed harder inside of you, and you moaned loudly. You covered your mouth with your hand at the same time the waitress reappeared with your food.

“We’ll take this to go, please. We had an emergency,” he explained.

The waitress looked alarmed, but she complied immediately. “Of course, sir. I’ll be back in a second.”

The second the food was on the table he left a couple bills on top of it and grabbed your hand, pulling you along him. It all happened in a blur, your body was trembling and his tentacles were around you and your back was pressing against a wall in a dark alley.

He was kissing you desperately, his mouth devouring you as his tentacles found your pussy again. It was fast and frantic, pushing inside of you in a long thrust that left both of you breathing hard against each other lips. You were moaning against each other’s mouths as if there wasn’t enough air, and it was glorious. His tentacle was hitting all your good spots and his fingers were playing with your clit as if he was a professional in clitology.

“I’m not gonna last long,” he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You didn’t get time to answer before you were throwing your head back and crying out his name as an orgasm hit you fast and hard. And he wasn’t far behind. His tentacle kept twitching inside of you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over your body.

When your breathing was back under control, you chuckled against his neck. “I’m hungry.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Okay, darling. Let’s get you feed before I fuck you again.”

“Deal.”

Alien inspector (part 9): Feverish dreams

Patreon Commission for Anna

A/N: This is a reminder that you can commission for exclusive stories, too. You just have to know that these won’t be ending on Tumblr and will be posted only on Patreon, but I’m totally cool with making more parts of stories. Now, enjoy this super soft addition to alien inspector. (You can read all parts on the respective collection here).

Alien (Xyris) x fem!reader || sfw, tooth-rooting fluff || tw: health talk

You heard a roar outside, a soul breaking sound that made you got goosebumps all over your body as you turned and tossed, fever making your every fiber hurt. There was also the screaming and running, and a screeching sound that sounds like tearing metal. Are you crashing? Is the ship breaking down? Maybe that was how death sounded when it was coming to get your soul. Maybe your awful illness finally took over your body and you were dying… That didn’t sound too bad at the moment.

The metal breaking kept breaking the calm in your room. You didn’t know what was happening, but you weren’t sure you could even care at the moment. Your brain was half out of it, your feverish state making it hard for you to focus on anything but the heat licking your extremities and making you sweat.

You felt miserable, and you regretted telling the doctor you wanted it to be private, that you didn’t want Xyris to be there with you, that he shouldn’t find out. You regretted it deeply, because right now, the only thing you craved was to have his freakishly-long fingers caressing your sweaty hair as you melted against his touch.

You didn’t want to think too hard about it. You didn’t want to analyze why you wanted him to be the one caring for you when you felt so vulnerable and so, so tired. Your body kept fighting whatever illness plagued you, but it wasn’t strong enough, not yet, at least. You were barely able to move, and you spent three days on your bed getting help to eat and go to the bathroom.

As soon as you showed at the on ship clinic and told them you weren’t feeling good and Xyris shouldn’t find out, some of the doctors backed down, instantly refusing to treat you. You thought it was rude, but couldn’t figure out why they would react like that. You could only guess it was because you were human. At the end, a random alien doctor offered to treat you, on your room, and being monitored 24/7 just in case. That also felt weird, it felt like a break of protocol, but again, you weren’t about to comply when it took them so long to find a doctor willing to help.

It took you more than a day to figure out all the carefulness around you was because of Xyris. The doctor and nurses whispered about him, as if he was a scary creature that could end them if they let anything happen to you. You didn’t know what to believe, did he really care? Where they only scared because having a human die on the ship would cause an awful lot of paperwork with the intergalactic agencies? Or was there something else you didn’t know? Was really Xyris such a dangerous alien? He looked pretty normal… in a hot as hell way.

Screams cut you out of your thoughts. They sounded so much closer. There was a scratching sound against the metal walls again, and it was making your head pound as it got closer and closer. The doctor and nurse next to your bed where looking more and more concerned. You wanted to join them, to feel worried or concerned or whatever, but you could only feel the fever warming your brain as you got nauseous every time you turned your head to the side.

And then the door flew away with a horrible metal tearing sound. Literally ripped out of its hinges and throw to the side by, by… a creature.

A scary and big creature that could barely fit through the now hole in the wall. It looked like a giant insect, but also… not? It was covered in some kind of keratin exoskeleton, and it had two very long and freaky arms. Its legs looked like grasshopper legs, inverted at the knee and pointed in a way that looked dangerous. But what drove you in the most was the way its features morphed into almost a face, eyes completely white against its dark gray face plates. Maybe you were hallucinating, maybe this was all a fever dream. Maybe you should close your eyes…

The creature growled, your eyelids shot open in a second. It was breathing hard, and if you had any strength left in you, you would have screamed, or ran away, or even crawl to the floor… But you were unable to move as the creature stared at you and panted, as if it was a caged animal ready to strike. A shiver ran down your spine, the rushed words of the doctor making you break eye contact with the beast.

His words were frantic: “Commander,” only a word, but it sounded like a plea. The beast stepped into the room, making the hole in the wall bigger. The doctor tried again: “Commander, I need you to step back, you are scaring the patient, and that can be bad for her health.”

It was scaring you? Nope. You weren’t scared, you were curious about the beast at the door. But by the looks of it, the ones who were scared were them. The doctor was visibly shaking, and the poor nurse was so shocked they barely moved, barely blinked. They were frozen on the spot, their eyes big as plates as they stared at the beast. You weren’t even sure if they were breathing.

The doctor kept calling the beast “commander” and you weren’t sure what that meant. Was this beast the captain of the ship? You never saw whoever that was, you didn’t even know there was a commander on board. And why did they want anything to do with you? You were a nobody, a simple human that was, most likely, falling in love with one of the resident doctors. But nothing more, your work on the ship could be easily replaced, and you were probably more trouble than anything else. But for some reason, the commander, the beast, was there… for you.

You smelt the acrid pee before you saw the wet patch forming on the nurse’s pants. The doctor tried to talk the beast down again: “Commander, please. We’ll leave her be, but let us out. We aren’t trying to hurt her, we were helping her.” The doctor’s reasoning made sense, but by the low rumble coming from the beast, it wasn’t buying it.

“GET. OUT.” The beast’s voice was nothing but a guttural hiss and your whole body vibrated with the intensity of it. You were sure the floor also trembled when it stepped further into the room, closer to you.

The doctor grabbed the nurse’s tentacle-hand and pulled them behind him as both of them flew the room. The beast hissed at them, and they pulled back with a little scream that made your fever-ridden body let out a choked giggle. That made the beast refocus on you, leaving the poor doctor and nurse to run away before they were eaten or something.

You smiled lightly at the beast as it approached your bed. “Am I dreaming?” You asked, blinking slowly.

It sighed, the tension in its body diffusing as it stopped at the edge of the mattress. “No, little human, you are not.” Its freakishly long arms reached to touch your forehead, and it was so cold and warm at the same time. You closed your eyes, sighing happily.

You rested like that for a few minutes, its cold weird hands caressing your head as you breathing evened to something more normal. But then the caresses stropped, and you heard something akin to sticks breaking. You opened your eyes in time to see the creature morphing before you, getting smaller, the keratin plates disappearing and leaving smooth gray skin behind.

Xyris...

In other circumstances it would have been weird, and you would have had a lot more questions, but shivering because of fever and your brain can only focus on one thing: dick. “Why are you naked?” You ask, your eyes fixated in his soft alien dick.

He let out an amused huff. “Mine tore when I transformed.” He sat on the bed, his long arm reaching for your hair again, his fingers tracing the curves of your face as you sigh happily. That felt so good.

You tried to focus on the conversation, but your eyes felt so heavy. “You were… You were so different. You were… a beast?” Your voice sounded sluggish, and your brain fog was getting worse. You could feel the voice of sleep calling you.

His fingers found your hair, softly caressing your scalp as he talked softly. “That, little human… is my true form.” His admission should be a surprise, maybe even a shook, but you are too tired.

But then a new question popped into your head: “Why are you here?”

“I was worried,” he simply said, as if that confession wasn’t earth shattering in itself.

A new spike of pain hits your head, and you whined. “I don’t feel so good…”

“I know, little human. Rest now, you need it.” He sighed, getting closer to you. His voice was so soft, and his soft caresses were making you feel so cozy against the mattress…

Your eyes drop closed, your body melting against the bed as he laid next to you, his body heat making you want to burrow under his skin. He hugged you against his body, your head resting against his body. “Will you be there when I wake up?” You whisper on his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

April art poll

Last month we voted, and this month we can vote, too. Here I give you some options.

Ripped fleshlight

A/N: A lil present for y’all bc this happened and it had to be shared. Blame Ray. Enjoy!

Dragon (POV) x witch fem!reader || sex toys, knotting, size kink

He had to go back to the witch.

He had to face his shame once again because he was too rough, too harsh, too eager… He knew he wanted to ask you out again. But every time he thought of you, he got so excited he had to jerk off before going, so he used the wonderful, magical, incredible, astonishing… (and all the other good adjectives) fleshlight. He was very lucky a witch specialized on sex toys such as you lived so close to his house. But unluckily for him, you smelled so delicious he could barely contain himself when he knew he was going to see you again. And it showed.

It showed in the last eight (eight!) fleshlights he ripped because of it.

He wasn’t proud of it, but he wasn’t about to stop doing it. He was a bit scared that he would lose control in front of you if he didn’t… unload, before going to your shop. So there he was, walking to your shop with his tail hanging low against the floor as he tried not to look too pathetic as he knocked on your door.

You opened the little window in the middle of the door and gasped. She was opening the door and grumbling, your angry frown making him feel very little (even if he was almost a giant compared to you).

“Again?!” You asked, an edge of fire on your voice that rivaled the dragon fire in his chest.

He looked down, trying to breathe through his nose to avoid inhaling too much of your scent. He didn’t need to get hard on top of his already awful embarrassment. “Ye- yes. I’m sorry,” he stuttered. He was unable to look directly at you, the floor suddenly feeling more interesting than anything else he’d ever seen.

You sighed, making his heart skip a beat. “Ugh, come on in. I’m going to add an extra protection spell.” You were mumbling about herbs and books as you walked inside, but he didn’t focus on that, not when you were walking in front of him looking like a snack and his dick was twitching in his pants. He was so fucked…

His head was spinning and he needed to explain, he didn’t want you to think he was a pervert (even if he was). “I’m sorry. Truly. It’s not your toy. I’m just… intense.” Yeah intense is a good word, he thought to himself. But then his brain to mouth filter completely evaporated and he blurted out: “It just feels so good I can’t stop.” He covered his mouth with his claw so hard it sounded like a slap.

Mortification settled on his body as he stared at the wall and begged whoever was listening to make the floor open and swallow him right there.

You turned around slowly, staring at him in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“No-thing,” his voice broke mid word, adding to his shame. “Forget I said that. Is weird to comment sex toys with the one who makes them. I’m sorry, again. I- I think I’m going to leave. Yes. Leaving. Bye!” He could feel his face getting hot, which was a great feat because he already ran hotter than any other monster.

He turned around fast, power walking to the door, but before he could reach it and end his mortification, your words made his whole body to freeze. “You know you could try the real thing, right?”

“What?” He didn’t dare to turn around and look at you. It couldn’t be what he was thinking, there was no way that was happening. This must be some kind of very vivid dream and he was in his house, sleeping. Yep, that was it. There was no way you just said that he could fuck a human’s pussy.

“It…” You stopped, as if thinking twice before continuing, “you can’t tell this to anybody. If you do, I will haunt you down and use your scales as a necklace, got it?” He nodded, unable to do anything, a bit scared and a bit turned on by your threat. “It’s modeled after me.” You said it so fast he could barely pierce the words together but once they settled in his brain, he opened his eyes so big he could feel like they were about to pop out.

He turned around in a flash, his tail hitting a table and sending some herbs to the ground. He didn’t care. “What did you say?!” His tone sounded hysterical, and the fire inside of him was moving around about to burst out of his chest. His dick was so hard he was worried there wasn’t enough blood arriving to his brain.

“I-… To make the fleshlights to look like humans you need a mold. And I didn’t know how to ask for that to anybody, so I just… did it myself.” Your explanation made his breath catch in his throat, his heart beating as fast as a rabbit as he stared at you in disbelief. “So it’s… It’s me. It’s my pussy,” you confessed. He could feel his dick trying to push a hole through his pants.

He stared at you, blinking slowly and trying to decipher what you were saying. “How is that possible? Human pussy is so… tiny.” He looked at you, so much smaller than him, there was no way he could fit. He could imagine as much as he wanted, but there was no way… right?

You laughed, a short cheerful sound that made his hearts swell inside his body. “But I’m not fully human, am I? My witch part has a few perks that not many creatures know about… Such as stretching pussy that can accommodate any dick size without pain.” His brain stopped working.

“Are you implying that we could...?” He almost swallowed his tongue at the mental image that created. He imagined fucking you so many times he lost count, but there was no way it could be reality, he always though there wouldn’t be any way for him to actually do it. His dick was almost three times bigger than a human dick…

You smirked at him, walking to him as he stood there like a statue. “Yes. You can fuck me however you want,” your words made him feel faint. He had to grab onto the table not to fall when his knees threatened to give out under him.

“And you would like that? You would… like to fuck me? Are you willing?” He asked, looking down at your smaller form. His claws were leaving marks on the table, trying to restrain himself so he wouldn’t grab you.

“Yes.” One word was all it took.

He charged forward and you walked backwards until your ass hit a counter and he grabbed around your hips to sit you on top of it. You barely blinked twice before he tore through your clothes until he got you naked. He touched your sides, your front, and when he finally cupped your boobs and rubbed his thumb over your nipples, the sound you let out made him whine in desperation.

“Please,” you begged. He let out a series of curses that he would regret if he was in his right mind.

But he couldn’t. He wasn’t in his right mind, he was completely intoxicated by you. By the feel of you, by the way your body arched to his touch and you pleaded for him to do more. His hand traveled south until it was resting against your pussy. The first contact of his fingers against your center made both of you cry out.

“You are so wet, good goddess.” Two of his fingers pushed inside, a tiny fraction, but already making you stretch around them. “Fuck, you are right… The fleshlight was so accurate.” He let out without thinking, his brain almost melted inside his big head.

You opened your eyes and stopped the movement of his fingers with your hand. The contrast of your tiny hands around his so much bigger forearm was making him crazy. “You did not just say that with your fingers in my pussy,” you said with a choked chuckle.

“I’m sorry?” He mustered, his scales blushed as he looked down at you. “But it’s true! I can feel every texture and… fuck, it’s perfect.” He moved his fingers as if to prove the point and you let out a moan that shook his whole world. He needed to hear that again. He needed to hear that all the fucking time.

His movements became frantic, his fingers fucking in and out of you, trying to stretch you as much as possible, still not comprehending how his dick could fit inside your tiny pussy. Your breathless moans were like a drug he couldn’t get enough of, his finger finding your clit and rubbing to entice more out of you.

“More. I need more. Please, fuck me.” Your pleas drove him insane, but you were still so tight…

“You are not ready…” He whimpered, trying to move his fingers faster, trying to stretch you further but only moaning when he couldn’t do it more.

“I’m ready. I swear.” Your voice sounded sincere, but your pussy had such a strong grip on his fingers... “Come on, big guy, use me like that flashlight you like so much.”

Your words made him roar, pushing his fingers out as he covered his ridged dick with your arousal. “Fuck, your mouth…”

But you weren’t stopping. You pushed his chest and turned around, lowering your chest to the table and offering your back to him. He moaned low in his throat, his dick twitching in his hand. “Do you like when I say that? Do you want to use me until I’m so full of your come that you can’t fit your dick inside of me anymore?” He groaned, making you smirk as you plastered your chest to the table and opened your legs a tad more. He could see everything.

He pressed the tip of his cock against your opening, it felt impossible, you were so tiny… “Are you sure it will fit?” He tried not to sound too anxious, but failed.

You growled (which sounded a lot more cute than expected). “Yes. Fuck me already, you big dragon!” Your demanding tone did it for him.

He pressed forward very slowly, holding your hips almost painfully as he pushed and pushed and pushed… until the tip slipped inside, both of you crying out in pleasure. Your insides molded around him and squeezed so hard he was about to lose his mind. You were chanting yes yes yes and he couldn’t agree more with the sentiment.

He took his time filling you, going as slow as possible not to hurt you as you begged under him. He almost gave up and complied, but the fear of you being in pain because of him is too strong to go feral. Your pussy was strangling his cock and he felt on the edge of his release when he was only halfway in.

“Fuck, you feel even better than the flashlight,” his compliment made you chuckle, a breathy sound that relaxed you enough for him to slip the rest of his cock inside.

Both of you groaned, breathing labored as he tried not to come already. “Move, move, move!” You looked over your shoulder at him with a frown, the eagerness in your face so raw he couldn’t do anything but comply.

He started thrusting, pulling back just a bit before pushing back in, and the feel of it was so good he couldn’t hold his fire in. He looked up just in time to breathe to your ceiling. You groaned at the sight, and he thrust deeper as a response. You accepted all of him so easily, your pussy so perfect and your smile so pretty… He didn’t know if he was in love, but he was very damn close to it.

His rhythm accelerated, desperate to chase his release as he brought you more pleasure. “I don’t think I can ever have enough. I don’t think I can let you go after this…” He was hitting you deep, he could feel you squeezing around him at every word and that only drove him further into madness. You felt perfect around his cock. “Fuck, you are perfect.”

You were chanting his name, making his brain short circuit as he kept fucking into your welcoming heat. His claws were making indents on your hips, but the way you were moving backwards, meeting each of his thrusts was making him so hard he could feel the telltale sign of his knot at the base.

“I’m gonna… Fuck… Can you?” He couldn’t form coherent sentences anymore, every time he tried you squeezed around him and he lost his trail of thought.

But you knew. “Knot me. Knot me, please!”

And that was all it took for him to lose himself in the sensation, in your body, in the way you felt around him as he fucked you restlessly. He pushed one last time, his arm coming around your middle and pushing you backwards until he was buried to the tilt and he could rub your pretty pearl between his fingers.

You cried out your release at the same time he felt his knot expanding inside of you. You were gushing around him, helping the stretching and driving him fucking wild as he rutted inside of you, not pushing, barely moving, but sending all kinds of pleasure sparks up his spine.

“Since when did you know?” He asked with a sigh, his arms around your middle and his forehead resting against your shoulder. He felt at peace for the first time in a long, long while. Sparks of pleasure kept shaking his body and yours.

You chuckled breathlessly, “since you ripped the first fleshlight.” You said it as if it meant nothing, as if you didn’t just rock his whole world.

“Why didn’t you say anything… mate?” He couldn’t avoid the possessive growl at the end of the phrase.

“And deprive myself from some desperate hard dicking? Not a chance,” you said with a little groan at the end when another shot of his come hit your cervix.

He rested his hand against your lower abdomen, feeling himself there, almost able to rub his tip across your distended belly. “You know you can’t sell your fleshlights anymore, right? Nobody fucks this pussy but me.” He punctuated it with a short thrust, making your body shiver with pleasure aftershocks.

“About that…” You started, your tone almost guilty, making him pull at your hair until your face was to the side and he could look at your face.

“What?” He asked, tracing the curve of your cheek, entranced by your beauty.

You sighed happily, closing your eyes and resting your head against the table. “I lied. Only yours was modeled after me, I wanted you to be as desperate for me as I was for you,” you confessed in a whisper.

“Fuck, you are going to be the death of me, aren’t you?” His smile was so big he felt his cheeks hurting.

You laughed, the movement making you both groan. “And you’d die happy, mate.” He didn’t say anything, but both of you knew it was the truth.

He pulled back when his knot deflated. “Damn right I will,” he said with a kiss on your head. He pushed back inside instantly, earning a whimper out of you.

“Again?” You groaned, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing just to make you moan again.

He chuckled. “You said I could use you like my personal fleshlight… I’m nowhere done with my pussy.” His growl was possessive and probably sounded like an asshole, but he didn’t care because he was fucking you again and you were letting out the prettiest sounds as he fucked you again and again.

He would never be done with his mate.

Unax reveal!

Sorry to announce this week we don't have an update because the update is... HIM.

When I asked @cheesomancer to make Unax, I was expecting her to do a phenomenal work and I still was surprised when she showed me this. He look so... THICK. I love it. I love that he's a lumberjack kind of guy and he's so big and strong, and the tattoo that has a very special meaning (you'll see). I feel he's so much rougher than his brother and still they are so fucking handsome... both of them. I'm obsessed.

What do you think? Is he like you imagined? Let me know! (And if you'd like to comment some nice compliments for Cheese, I'll deliver them right to her).

Weekly plan (31th to 6th)

(It's getting hard to make these themed lately, lol)

Strap on

A/N: This is a continuation of this other story.

Fem!vampire x fem!reader || dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, sex toys, (very light) degradation, (light) exhibitionism

She made you go to the bathroom and put back on the wet panties. You squirmed all the way to your shared apartment, your legs trembling every few steps as she grabbed your arm and cooed at you. The people you passed smiled at you two, probably buying the whole sweet-girlfriend act she always used. But you knew better, and you craved it.

She didn’t try to fuck you in the train after she made you come, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to have you panting and exposed in a place everybody could see. Like the living room window, the one that faces the street, as she kneels behind you. You are still wearing the same little skirt as before.

“Palms against the glass, babe.” You comply, your heartbeat going crazy as she caresses the back of your tights. “Did it feel good to walk with these dirty panties on?” You bite your lip, knowing full well she’s not expecting an answer. “You are such a dirty girl, you try to be all rough and harsh but the second I touch your pretty pussy you aren’t nothing but a puddle of lust.” Her words are driving you insane.

You don’t want to, you try really hard not to, but you open your mouth and just… “Please.”

That makes her laugh, loudly and carefree, her hands pulling down your panties to your ankles as she breathes against your pussy very softly. She doesn’t give you any heads up before two of her fingers are pushing inside of you, and she’s curling them in the perfect way to hit your G-spot. You let out a loud cry and she laughs again. You feel dumb and used, and it makes you so much wetter.

She gets back on her feet, embracing you from behind and pushing your shirt up until your boobs are out. “so pretty.” She caresses them for a while, pinching your nipples until they feel tender and your legs are trembling. “Wait here like a good girl until I get my strap ready… I’m going to fuck you so well,” you moan, your legs shaking as she walks behind you. You don’t dare to look over your shoulder, not wanting to be punished.

You look ahead, your boobs exposed to the street and your ass pushed back, surely exposed to your vampire girlfriend, wherever she is right now. You can’t hear her moving, but you never can. Damn vampires…

“Are you going to take me like the good girl you are? Are you going to fuck yourself back onto my cock?” You whine and she kisses your neck back. “Yes, yes, you are.” Her voice sounds patronizing and you hate it, and you hate it even more that it’s doing it for you.

“Fuck me already!” You tell her, annoyed.

You realize your mistake in less than two seconds “You shouldn’t have said that,” she says. You can hear the smirk on her voice, and the inherent threat behind it.

She pushes the dildo inside of you in one hard thrust that makes you almost hit the glass, only her hands around your hips stopping you. She fucks you with vampire speed, so fast that you can only see a blur of movements reflected on the glass as you feel like a thousand sparks travel to every one of the cells in your body. She’s fucking you within an inch of your life and you don’t know how much longer you could hold on. It’s too good, too intense, too perfect.

And just when you are about to explode, she pulls on your hair and throws your head back until your back arches almost painfully. She growls against your neck just a fraction of a second before you feel her fangs sinking deep. And that does it. The whole world fades into the back as she sucks from your neck and you spiral into an earth shattering orgasm.

Reflecting on you

Request: I don't know if this has been said before but imagine a monster in the mirror. Maybe you just bought a mirror for your bedroom, maybe you bought a new house and the mirror just happened to come with it. He can switch between mirrors and loves looking at you. He can just barely watch from the angle of the mirror, while you are on the bed playing with yourself. Maybe one day he just can't take it anymore and needs to help you out :)

Demon x fem!reader || exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk (lowkey), sex toys

You didn’t like the mirror on the hallway.

Since you moved to the house, you were confused about it. It was anchored to the wall, and when you tried to take it down, your friend told you it would be impossible without breaking parts of the wall. That was already weird, but once you fully moved in, it felt like every time you passed it, your body shivered. Like somebody was looking at you from inside the mirror. You decided to cover it, maybe adding a painting over it would make it better… But it fell. Every time you tried to cover it, you found whatever on the floor the next day. You started to worry your house was haunted, but then again… the house market was bad enough that you definitive didn’t want to move from your pretty little house.

So you did what you did best: you faced the fucking demon in your house because you weren’t about to sell your house and he should respect you. You weren’t even sure if he was a he, but you didn’t fucking care. He would be a he because he was as annoying as the most annoying of your exes. You stopped covering the mirror, and you started to feel his eyes on you in every other mirror in the house. It was a presence in the back of your head, and it started to feel almost comfortable, almost cozy...

And you started getting bolder, stripping in front of the mirror, getting cocky as you walked around half naked. You could feel the eyes following you around any shiny surface in your house, and it powered you to be as clean as ever. Your inner exhibitionist was living their best life.

Until you overstepped. Going too far, playing with fire until you burned...

You sit on the floor with one of your toys next to you, facing the mirror. You open your legs slowly, the warm feeling of his eyes on you is enough to have you dripping, so you go straight for the toy, never one for slow jerk off sessions. You are fucking yourself, head thrown back and knees far apart when you hear a growl.

You scream when the big demon appears in the mirror, but as soon as his eyes land on you, you feel a calmness like any other wash over your body. “Let me help, pretty human…” His voice is guttural, as if he was talking inside a cave.

“Ho- how?” You let out, your movements stopped but your hand is still holding the toy against your pussy.

“Do as I say,” he orders, his yes fixated on your dripping pussy..

“Rub that pretty little pearl. Yes, just like that. Does it feel good?” You nod, biting your lip. “Release your lip, gorgeous. I want to hear every single sound that comes out your pretty mouth.” You do as he says, moaning as soon as you do. “Move that pretty little toy, let me see how good you look when you fall apart around it, dreaming it’s my cock, dreaming I’m the one fucking you until you are dripping. You’d like that right? Of course you would, you are a dirty girl who parades herself in front of a demon. You like to be watched, don’t you? You like knowing I always have my eyes on you?” You moan in affirmation, the combined movements of your toy and your clit driving you insane. “You can come whenever you want, human. Let me watch you…”

As if your body was expecting a signal, you scream your release, your body falling backwards as your hips roll uncontrollably around the toy. It’s maddening and fantastic, and probably the best orgasm of your life. You are breathing hard and you can feel the heat of his eyes traveling up and down your exposed body.

You open your eyes to see him staring at you, he smirks, all teeth and fangs, and whispers: “Now, now… Again.”

Inar’s inner brain Alphabet

A/N: Hi! I was wondering if you guys would like an alphabet that’s a bit more “get to know the character” kind of thing, and I found this template (found here).  Let me know if you like something like this or prefer other kind of lore. Enjoy!

A = Anger (do they get mad and how they react to it)

Inar doesn’t get angry that easily, he’s a calm and collected dude, but once he gets mad… You better run. Also, nothing angers him more than somebody hurting his mate in any way. He did threaten to break the pavement once his mate tripped.

B = Behavior (tics, reflexes, things specific to them)

He always looks distracted, but it’s just a facade. He realizes every little detail around him and that’s what makes him so good at his job. He also touches his nose ring every time he’s nervous.

C = Crying (whether they cry & do what when someone else cries)

He cries with romantic comedies and sad animal stories, he has the softest heart.

D = Despair (who they seek help from first)

He would talk to one of his brothers or cousins, they are a very tight family and they are always there when they need each other. Once he’s mated… then his mate is always the first call.

E = Enemy (who they hate or argue with most often)

He doesn’t like to argue with anybody, but he hates when people are condescending or treat others bad, so that would get you into his shitlist instantly.

F = Friends (do they have and who they consider friends)

His closest friends are his family and his gym buddies, also a couple coworkers he enjoys spending time with.

G = Gifts (whether they like gifts and give them themselves)

He’s a bit awkward about receiving gifts, he never knows how to act, so he prefers giving them. He enjoys picking the perfect thing for each one of his loved ones.

H = Hobby (what they do for pleasure in their free time)

Working out is his main hobby, until he gets his mate, then his favorite past-time is to do his mate.

I = Idol (their role model)

His mother (and his big sister but he would never say that in front of her).

J = Jokes (how they react to jokes and if they laugh)

He’s a goofball with the most obnoxious laugh that sounds loud and makes ppl turn their heads. He’s not so good making jokes, but he has that kind of humor that makes everyone laugh around him all the time.

K = Kids (do they want to have them)

He already works with kids at the hospital, he doesn’t need more at home.

L = Love (anything to do with falling in love)

Once he met his mate, nothing else mattered. The world faded in the background and everything zeroed in her.

M = Manners (how they behave in formal situations)

He’s awkward, very, very awkward. He can be polite, and respectful, but he would definitely fuck up if the situation is too formal. He prefers to skip those kinds of things.

N = Nightmare (their worst nightmare)

Losing his mate.

O = Origin (their childhood)

He has many siblings and a mom he adores, plus a lot of cousins to play with. He was a happy kid, but the death of his dad hurt him deeply (but not as bad as his brother).

P = Proximity (what they are like when they are intimate)

He’s a big cuddler, he wants all the affection all the time. He’s all for PDA.

Q = Quiz (whether they like to play and how)

He loves to play… with his mate. He also enjoys team sports and plays orc-ball once a month his cousins and siblings. He’s not really into board-games (he never gets the rules) or video-games (he doesn’t like to be sitting down that much, he prefers to be always moving).

R = Routine (do they have a daily routine and what is it)

They wake up at crack of down to go to the gym before anybody else, he gets there really early and spends minimum hour and a half working out. Showers and goes to work. But his schedule changes a lot because working in a hospital is always hard.

S = Safety (whether and where they feel safe)

His safe space is his house and his mom’s house. He loves being surrounded by loved ones, that’s when he feels the safest and most cozy.

T = Touch (who they allow to touch and how)

He’s a very affectionate guy, not only with his partner but also with his family and friends. He’s also a hugger. But he doesn’t like touching strangers, once you are his friend you unlock the affection, but until then… stay away.

U = Unforgivable (things they would not forgive)

Hurting his mate, hurting his family or hurting vulnerable beings (either kids or animals).

V = Vengeance (whether they are vengeful and how)

He’s not vengeful in general, but once he crosses you… then you better don’t go looking for a fight because you’d find it.

W = Warderobe (what they wear, what style they have)

Casual and sporty. He works a lot so he’s usually wearing scrubs, but when he’s free he wears sweats and T-shits, maybe jeans and a shirt if he’s going to a fancy place. But he hates suits and formal shoes.

Y = Yearning (whether they yearn and how they express it)

Before confessing to his mate, yes. After… not so much.

Z = Zone (their comfort zone)

His mate.

Inar snipet: the cookies!

He’s dick out, cum still sticking to his lower abdomen when he hears a knock at the door. He opens it expecting to see you standing there, so he only smirks and strikes a pose that showcases his half-hard dick in his leopard briefs.

“Oh. My. God.” A voice said. Definitely not your voice. And definitely not the voice of someone he wanted to show his dick to. Oh, goddess. His old lady neighbor that lived two apartments down. Oh, goddess.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. You aren’t my girlfriend!” He tries to pull his pants up frantically, his pubes getting caught and making him wince as he lets out a little yelp of pain.

The old lady keeps staring at his big green dick and even licks her hips, much to his mortification. “Definitely not, young man… But if I was 50 years younger I would ride that until you begged me to stop.” The nonchalance in which she says it makes him blush so hard he feels his dick deflate. Fuck.

“Oh goddess… You didn’t just said that!” He almost yells, his voice a bit hysterical as he stares down at the tiny old lady.

“Oh yes. I did. Now give me some salt so you guys can spend some very nice time together,” she looks to the side and Inar’s eyes follow her gaze.

He turns just in time to see you covering your mouth with a hand trying to repress the laughter. The moment you register his flushed face you stop trying to be polite and start laughing so hard you are afraid you are going to pee yourself.

“I hate you both,” he says walking inside his house and getting some salt for his neighbor. When he comes back you two are laughing at something that he doesn’t understand, but he wants to get out of that situation as fast as possible. “Now if you excuse us…” He tells his neighbor.

“Of course darling, make sure to keep hydrated and use protection!” She says, walking to her apartment with a smirk so evil Inar gets chills.

“Oh goddess,” he says at the same time you answer “I’m on the pill!” Inar groans in mortification as you laugh.

The next morning you step out to find a Tupperware filled with cookies, there’s a handwritten note that only says: “You sure know how make an old lady happy!” You laugh so hard you fall to the ground, and Inar is so flushed he doesn’t feel his toes, all his blood rushing to his face.

“I’m never going to help her with groceries again,” he mumbles, completely embarrassed but knowing that’s a lie.

Patreon special (31th to 6th)

Sinking ship

Patreon Commission for Alek

Request: Okay what if you did something like reader being lost at sea after her boat got wrecked during a storm or something and a kraken or kraken hybrid finds her with their mate-bond and it gets all spicy?

Kraken x fem!reader || mates, tentacles, overstimulation, dirty talk (very light) || tw: sinking ship? thalassophobia?

You wake up with what feels like an earthquake. It feels like the world is moving and there’s screaming in the distance, you don’t exactly know where you are but you fall off the bed as the floor tilts to the side. You let out a series of curses, mad at whatever that’s happening and it’s sending you to the floor. You were having such a good dream with lots of tentacles probing your different openings and leaving you craving more… And then you remember you aren’t in a normal place, you are on a ship. A ship that’s tilting, and for the sounds of it, in a fuckton of trouble.

Oh shit.

You ran out of your cabin, stopping somebody that’s running around: “Hey! HEY! What’s happening!?” They don’t answer, just shake your hold off and keep running ahead.

The sounds of metal breaking and the way the boat keeps moving is highly concerning and you are starting to panic a bit.

“A KRAKEN! A kraken is attacking the ship!” Somebody screams over your head. That sounds concerning.

The ship is moving so fast and so rough that you are about to fall at least three times as you try to get to the stairs. There’s more screaming above, and your blood feels icy.

By the time you reach the stairs you are breathless. You run up and up until you are on top of the sinking ship, the ocean around you making you feel all kinds of queasy, but the second a tentacle appears to the side of the boat, something inside of you unlocks.

You don’t know where you are, you don’t know how close the next island is, but you know you have to jump if you don’t want to lose your life in a sinking ship. So you look at the sky asking to whoever is up there to help you…

And you jump. You brace yourself for the impact with the waves, hoping you don’t hit the metal debris in your way down.

But your body never hits the water.

A strong tentacle is curled around your middle and when you look down you can see the silhouette of a giant monster under the surface of water. The world stops spinning, and everything fades to the background when your eyes met.

It blinks slowly, very, very slowly, and you do the same. You don’t scream, you don’t struggle, you let your body go lax as the kraken moves under the waves. Away from the sinking ship, away from the screaming and awful noise… Your body never submerges, more tentacles curl around you until you are cradled against them, your own special cocoon as it swims away.

You float in your warm cocoon for what feels like a couple minutes, but by the redness on your body, it’s probably a couple hours. You don’t think about the people on the ship, you don’t think about the ship at all, the only images that your brain can conjure are memories of your wet dreams. Those dreams that were filled with tentacles and suckers, with slippery blue skin and wide smiles.

As soon as your body touches the sand, he’s transforming in front of you. He’s still big and tentacle-y, but not giant. His skin is the prettiest shade of turquoise and his tentacles are tad darker, giving him the looks of all your dreams combined.

You try to speak, to say something, but he’s approaching you without stopping and your mouth doesn’t move. He wraps his tentacles around your body and buries his face in your hair. “My mate, I finally found you,” his voice is reverent, as if he’s reciting a plea.

You push his chest away, forcing yourself not to caress his soft skin in the process. “What do you mean mate?”

“You are my mate. I’ve been sensing you since you stepped on that ship, sensing you across the oceans and seas, and I’ve swam as fast as I could to get to you. And here you are.” He sounds fascinated by the fact, and you can’t comprehend what he’s saying. Not fully.

And then it clicks. “The dreams…”

“The dream land is a place my kind can control, when we sense our mate we give them all we can, including the most pleasurable dreams until we can find them and make them reality.” You don’t know if that surprises you or not.

You blink at him, very confused about his statement. “Make them reality?”

“Yes, my mate, I can bring you pleasure until you beg me to stop.” You inhale rapidly, your lungs not getting enough oxygen all of sudden. Dang, why does that sound so hot?

“Is that what you want? To pleasure me?” You ask, not totally against that idea. If he’s as good as he was in your dreams… You definitely want to fuck him.

“I want everything with you, my mate.” He whispers, his forehead resting against yours in an intimate fashion.

“Everything?” You ask, a bit confused about what that entails.

He has no qualms about blurting: “Once we mate I’ll bring you to my house and we’ll live together. Forever.”

“I’m not living in a cave, dude!” You exclaim, a bit offended.

He bursts out laughing, so hard that his whole body is moving, the tentacles still wrapped around your middle twitching and tickling you. “Who said anything about a cave? I have a nice beach house in the Mediterranean sea.” You feel stupid.

“Oh. Okay.” Accepting him is as easy as breathing.

“Just like that? My brothers said their mates were a lot harder to convince.” He says with a chuckle, his tentacles tightening around you as if he still can’t believe you are there.

“It’s not like we are going to die or something, the Mediterranean is a very normal place. I can call my family and friends and explain from there.” He’s the one who looks surprised now. “So… we mate?”

“Yes. I fuck your pussy and then I release all my seed inside you,” he says it like it’s nothing, and you swallow your saliva so fast you start coughing. He pats your back with his tentacle as you try to recover your breathing. “You don’t want that?”

“Oh. Yes. Yes I do want that, but dang I wasn’t expecting you to say it like that,” you say with a giggle, still shocked.

“You like my bluntness, mate?” He says with a wriggle of the ridges over his eyes, not eyebrows, but ridges. Maybe that should weird you out, but it only makes him more unique. You nod rapidly. “Good.”

He slowly lays you down, the sand feeling warm against your back as he uncurls his tentacles off your body. You feel the lose instantly, and you make grabby hands to him. He chuckles, but complies. He covers your body with his own, his tentacles touching every inch of your exposed body, tearing and pulling at your clothes until you are naked and your skins are flushed together. He rests his forehead against yours, some of his tentacles caressing your boobs, your hips… But nowhere close to where you need him the most.

“I need you, please…”

The flashes of your dreams come back crushing onto your brain. Eyes open or closed you can see him, you can feel him… Hi tentacles are latched to your nipples, and your pussy is clenching over nothing as he parts your legs. You whine in desperation, and he kisses the corner of your parted lips softly.

His voice is soft when he orders: “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, please. I want to be filled,” you barely recognize your own voice, breathless and needy.

But that’s all it takes for you to feel his tentacles running up your legs, the ones on your boobs sucking harder, making you cry out and arch your back. The first contact of his tentacle against your pussy makes you shiver as you let out a scream. He smiles down at you, predatory.

You are about to beg again when you feel the tip of his tentacle pushing inside of you, slowly, so very slowly. He breaches your welcoming heat with a caress you’ve never felt, and it makes you want to cry a bit. But you don’t have time before other tentacle joins the rubbing of your clit. A sucker latches onto it, and you are completely lost in sensation. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, and you are having and out of body experience as the hardest orgasm ever washes over your body. You don’t scream, you don’t moan, you can only open your mouth in a silent scream as pleasure rips through your body.

But he’s not done. When you come down you feel the fullness inside of you, your body pliant under his tentacles as he keeps sucking and exploring every tiny bit of skin. “Do you like that? Tell me how it feels inside of you.” You moan, unable to form words. “That’s all you can do? How bad…” His mock only makes you hotter.

He wriggles his tentacle inside of you again, the sucker latching onto your G-spot and making you scream so loudly you see some birds flying away.

“You need more? Do you want more?” You can’t think, you can’t do anything but to groan and whine, but that seems to be enough. “Okay, my mate… I will give you all the pleasure, but in the future I’m going to take my time and make you tell me every single thing you want to do to you, very, very slowly…” With each word he drags the tentacle in and out, but barely an inch, just enough to rub against your sensitive areas and making your insides melt into burning lava.

And when you think you can’t take it no more, he starts to whisper filthy things against your ear, your hands find his back and you scratch his sides as he pounds your pussy until you think you are going to go crazy.

He lets out a choked breath and murmurs: “Come with me, my mate.”

You scream at the same time his release hits your insides with the force of a hurricane, warming you from the inside out as he comes and comes and comes... His seed is overflowing around the tentacle buried inside of you, and you can’t even blink without feeling pleasure. Your whole body feels electrified as aftershocks make you gush around him.

“Now what?” You ask, your breathing ragged and erratic.

“Now we go home,” he whispers as his tentacles come around your body in a protective embrace and he transforms into his giant form.

Thematic week of April

Hi there my lovelies! I'm planning on doing another thematic week such as the one I did for valentine's day that would include a few extra exclusive short stories (2 or 3 depending on my inspo), and I'd like to know what would you like it to be about.

(A bit of explanation on the weird monster one: I mean monster's people don't usually write about such as giants, or selkies)

The perks of being an alienfucker

Request: I was thinking of a human reader who works in an intergalactic repair shop of some kind for space travel and while she's used to getting beings of their race come by often, there's this one yautja who just keeps coming back more frequently than the others and since he's being such a generous and regular customer she decides to give him some "perks" 👀👀

A/N: I don’t usually do specific alien races, but you are welcome to imagine this one is a yautja. Also, if you are wondering… yes, the title is a joke. Enjoy!

Alien x fem!reader || exhibitionism (technically), semi-public sex, oral sex, dirty talk (very light)

You’ve been working as a mechanic at the space station for a while. For long enough that some of the “locals” already know you. You are friendly with a couple of them, always cheerful when they show up to fix one thing or the other. You suspect they only bring you the little problems to fix so they can chat with you, you are something like a catch by intergalactic standards. Or so they’ve told you.

But there’s one… There’s one alien that makes your blood boil and your pussy get wet. Every time he shows up you have to bite your lip to avoid saying something inappropriate. But the fact that he doesn’t look much better makes you feel extra giddy. You almost expect him to bend you over the spaceship and fuck you hard, but he never does.

He’s always waiting, as if he’s expecting some kind of signal from you that you want the same thing. And he catches you in the worst moment, when you are ovulating and your vibrator broke down last night. He appears at the door with his big strong arms and his too big body and you are already salivating. You can see every ridge of his body in his super tight suit…

And you had enough of the teasing, of the flirting, of the way his eyes run over your body as if he’s imagining licking every inch of you.

So you turn around and bend over the spaceship. The inclination of the hood makes your ass be higher than your shoulders and you are sure you look sinful like that. You look over your shoulder as you lower your pants and panties, exposing your pussy to him. If he doesn’t get the signal he needs with that… you are more than done trying to get this fine specimen of an alien to fuck you senseless.

He stops what he’s saying (you don’t even know because you weren’t paying attention), and looks at you, his eyes traveling down your body and focusing on your most vulnerable place. “What are you doing?” His voice sounds breathless, and it makes a shiver run down your spine.

You press your face against the cold metal, rapidly warming under your skin, and look at him over your shoulder, wriggling your hips a little. “I think it’s pretty clear. I’m face down, ass up, do you need a map?” You tease like the little shit you are.

He steps closer to you, still a couple feet away. “Don’t play with me, human,” he growls. His eyes are as dark as ever, and he’s clenching his fists at his sides. He seems to be vibrating and you can’t stop the little whimper that leaves your mouth.

“I want you to play with me,” you tell him after your brain starts working again.

He stomps his way to you until he’s standing right behind you, his hands hovering over your exposed backside. “Last chance to say this is all a joke, human,” he warns.

You growl, and he inhales loudly. “Fuck me already, for fuck’s sake,” you let out, your body tense and ready to explode just having him there, looking.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but for him to fall to his knees behind you and start devouring your cunt and asshole like a desperate alien was not it. You try to find something to grab, but you are powerless as he eats you out with everything he has.

You are panting and moaning, a little part of your brain realizing the door is wide open and anybody can walk in. But that only makes you hotter, groaning deeply as he pushes a finger inside of you. Is messy and fast, and your first orgasm catches you off guard completely.

He pulls back, growling low and sustained, it almost sounds like… “Are you purring?” You let out in a choked breath, almost wanting to laugh. But he doesn’t let you think twice about it, the tip of his dick pressing against your opening.

He pushes in, one long thrust that makes your feet get off the ground and you are grateful he ate you so well before because you definitely needed the extra lubrication. He’s big. He feels huge, actually. And you can’t get enough of him.

He fucks you nasty, his hips pushing yours forward and making you hit the metal of the spaceship in an almost forceful way that makes your brain short-circuit as you see stars. He keeps grunting and moaning, and the sounds he makes only drive you further into ecstasy.

It’s fast and hard and everything you needed.

“Come for me before somebody walks by, human. I want to feel your pussy strangling my cock,” his crude words make you twitch around him, creating a new wave of curses and grunts that drive you over the edge.

The orgasm rocks your body backwards, pushing him as deep as possible as you tremble. Your face is pressed to the spaceship and your knees feel weak as he grabs your hips and pushes you off your feet, rutting inside of you until you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. It’s exhilarating in the best way possible.

You come back to your body feeling like jelly, plastered against the spaceship unable to move. He pulls back with a groan, kissing your back one last time before caressing your side.

“I’ll be coming tomorrow... to check on the spaceship.” He whispers before patting your ass and pushing your pants and panties back up, trapping the mess he made on your pussy against the fabric. It feels weird and sticky, but makes your lower belly boil with arousal.

You can’t wait until he returns.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 14)

A/N: So orcs’ saying is not butterflies in the stomach but caterpillars, because I think that’s super funny. Enjoy!

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || sfw

He regrets the message as soon as he hits send.

He’s being too forward, he’s asking too much of you. But the date went so well and he can still taste you on his lips, how could he not? But he starts spiraling, thinking about all the cases he knows about humans who rejected the mate bond, monsters who lost their significant others and went mad…

And an hour later he’s still worried so he sends another text, his fingers fumbling over the letters and missing some. Fuck. Can he be more ridiculous? He corrects himself, but looking at the screen he can almost feel the blood draining from his face.

You are going to think he’s a loser, you are going to walk away and he’s not going to be able to kiss you ever again. He didn’t even taste your pussy and you are going to go away and he would never have the change.

He spends hours spiraling out of control, anxiety munching on his insides as he looks at the ceiling unable to sleep. It’s well into early hours when sleep finally claims him.

He wakes up feeling like he hasn’t slept at all, his dreams filled with incoherent images. But when he checks his phone, your name is on his screen, next to two unread messages. His heart skips a whole beat, making him think he’s having a heart-attack and almost throwing the phone across the bed in his hustle to type the password.

He can’t hold back the screech he would forever deny he lets out. Your good morning warms his heart from the inside out as he types a good morning of his own, the caterpillars inside his stomach crawling around until he’s thronging the sheets off and kicking his feet a bit. He’s acting like a teenager in love, but he can’t stop himself from feeling so fucking grateful to have you.

He sends you a quick text and drops his phone when it starts ringing instantly. But it’s not you, his mom’s pic flashing across the screen. “Hey there, mother!”

“Somebody’s happy,” he can hear the smile on her voice.

“Of course I am. The sun is out, spring is coming…” He sounds a bit too cheerful, and he tries to tone it down a notch, but his stupid grin won’t leave the his mouth.

“And you are completely head over heels with your mate, aren’t you?” She sounds very amused at that. He hums, not wanting to accept it, but unable to deny it either. “Don’t worry, baby, you don’t need to say anything. I know. So I take that means your date went okay?”

“What date?” He tries to act nonchalant, but he knows it’s definitely not going to work. There’s nothing that escapes Adhara Stromblood when it comes to her kids.

“Don’t lie to your mother,” she says, faking offense.

He chuckles, getting up to go make some coffee. “Who snitched on me?” He pries, trying to know which one of his siblings is going to get a nasty surprise on their door.

“Ekaitz,” she confesses. He groans painfully. Of all his siblings, it had to be the one that he feels obligated not to be mean to. Ugh. “But don’t be mad at your brother, he’s just happy you’ve found your mate.”

He starts the coffee as he thinks about how Ekaitz acted when he told him about you. “I’m not so sure about it. He looked like he might have an aneurysm when I told you about her,” he tries to sound okay with that, but it hurts a bit not to have his brother’s full support.

“He didn’t. He’s happy for you… but you know about his past, baby.” There’s an edge of pain in her voice.

“I know, mom. I know.” How could he forget about his brother’s mate dying? Nobody can forget that kind of pain, even if they don’t live it in their own heart. Watching Ekaitz cry as he held onto her body was bad enough that he still had nightmares about sometimes.

“So it went okay?” She asks, changing topics and bringing his smile back to his face at the memory of you.

He lets out a happy sigh. “It went better than okay.” He tries not to sound too smitten when he talks about you, but he can feel the caterpillars moving and his insides twisting with happiness, the stupid grin never leaving his face. His mother doesn’t say anything for a beat, and he ends up spilling his secrets: “I’m meeting her tonight again.” The power of orc mom’s silence is undefeated once again.

“Is that so? Does that mean I’m going to have more grandbabies soon?” She sounds excited and he almost drops his coffee. “You know your brother Inar doesn’t want to have babies…”

“It’s been ONE date,” he reminds her. He’s not even sure if he wants kids, and he hasn’t asked you if you want kids. It’s way too soon… Even if he wants to do some baby-making as soon as possible.

“More than enough, just make sure her legs are elevated when you knot her…” His mom says, as if she’s talking about the weather.

Unax lets out a gagging sound. “Nope. Not talking to you about that. I’m going to hit my head against the wall and forget about you talking about knotting my mate.”

His mom laughs. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you, too,” he says before hanging up, the stupid grin still fixated on his face.

He can feel the caterpillars inside his stomach turning and twisting, the anticipation feeding them as he does a little dance in the kitchen, so happy that he could burst.

Craving you

Commission for Vamp

Minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader || predator/prey (light), dirty talk, edging (kinda), choking, anal fingering, degradation (light)

You’ve been craving your boyfriend’s attention.

You two have been so busy the past few days that you barely touched. Don’t get it wrong, you loved to cuddle with him, you loved how his body curled around you when at the end of the day and you spooned in bed. You loved all the affection… but you also wanted all the sex.

And you have been so fucking tired you have barely touched each other. And you were just human, okay? You didn’t ask for much, just a few (dozen) orgasms and to be fucked until your brain melted completely and you could lay there just… being.

But today is your free day, and Ambrose isn’t home. You are missing him dearly, and what does a brat when they want attention? They test it. In the form of a bunch of sexy pics in a few different lingerie sets, taking especial attention to display your… assets in every pic.

You start casually, sending him a pic of you smiling over a cup of coffee at breakfast. Then a mirror selfie without your pajama bottoms… And before you realize it’s barely noon and you are sending him topless pics with a dildo between your boobs.

He sees all your messages, but at some point he starts leaving you on read. Which can only mean two things: either he’s REALLY busy, or you are teasing his patience so much he can’t even talk to you.

And you hope it’s both.

You hope he’s aching and hard, thinking about you at home playing with yourself and how he can’t do anything about it. You want him as desperate for you as you are for him. You want him panting in need by the time he gets home. And as the hour approaches, you get bolder and bolder, sending a pic of a dildo pressing against your panties, a pic of the dildo fully inside of you, a tiny clip of you turning on the vibration and moaning… Maybe you are being a bit brattier than usual, sending the images and clips and adding messages gloating about it, like “warming your dinner” or “your dick feels a lot better than this plastic”.

But, truth be told, you are teasing yourself as much as you are teasing him, and you are eager for him to get home.

By the time he answers with a short “I’m on my way,” your insides are twisting and you can feel a spark of anxiety inside of you, but it’s rapidly overthrown by pent up excitement and anticipation. And then you have an idea. A great idea. A wonderful idea.

You take all the dirty clothes from the basket and start hiding some of them around the house, and then you find a spot where he couldn’t find you, and sit there, your body tense and your heartbeat bunny-fast. You listen carefully, your hand over your mouth, as Ambrose opens the front door and walks around the house looking for you.

You can’t see him, but you can almost taste his frustration in the air. “Sunshine… where are you?” You bite your lip not to giggle. You hear him walking around for a bit, your heart going faster and faster. “This is not funny, come out or you’ll regret it.” Yeah, right.

With each passing second you can feel the built up inside your body, and you can hear him getting more and more frustrated. It’s delicious. He grunts, surely finding another piece of dirty clothes, but not you. You can hear him getting closer, and your heartbeat is going haywire inside your chest. You feel like a prey, and you can just guess how mad he would be when he finds you.

You are so focused on being quiet that you don’t realize he’s close, and when the door of the cabinet opens you let out a high pitched screech. “You’ve been playing with fire, sunshine,” he says as he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, your stomach pressing against his shoulder as all the air leaves your body.

He walks to the bedroom as you try to kick his chest, but he’s holding you too tight, and your face is focused on the way his ass-cheeks move. Dang, that’s a fine ass. You slap it as hard as you can, and he roars. Literally roars. You have to swallow fast before you let out a huge moan. He walks faster, your body flying through the air before you land on the bed.

He’s on top of you instantly, breathing hard. His body is almost trembling, and you can feel the energy sparkling between you two. His hand finds your neck, and he presses you down softly, careful not to make it painful, but making sure you know who’s in charge.

“You know how much I’ve been craving you? You know how hard has it been to spend all day working knowing you were home? And on top of that, you have to be a brat and send me all those pictures without a fucking care in the world. You are such a tease,” he almost spits the words out. “You don’t know what’s good. You don’t know what that does to me.”

You whimper, opening your mouth to speak, but his hand doesn’t leave your neck, not pressing, not moving, just a weight against it that makes you want to rub your thighs together.

“No, you don’t get to talk, yet. You don’t know how hard I’ve been all fucking day?” He presses his clothed dick against your panties and you whimper. “I’ve been so angry and on edge because of you that they send me home early.” He licks a stripe down your neck, next to his fingers, and your eyes roll back into your head. “And now I finally can have you,” it sounds like a threat and a promise.

He manhandles you until your knees are next to your ears and you are exposed and vulnerable, his hand never leaving your neck. “Look at that, you’ve been teasing so much all day… but you have been good, haven’t you? You didn’t come because you know it’s better when I do it, right puppy?” You whimper, nodding rapidly. “Good girl,” he praises. His finger rubs up and down your pussy, gathering some of your juices and bringing his fingers to your mouth. “Suck.” You can’t obey fast enough. “Better get them nice and sloppy, sunshine. I’m going to use them to fuck your pretty asshole until you are begging me to fuck your needy pussy.” You whimper around the fingers, pressing your tongue around them until they are wet with saliva.

He does as he promised, traveling down your body and pressing two huge fingers against your tight hole. It takes a bit for him to be able to fit inside, but when he finally pushes in… You let out a long scream that pretends to sound like his name, but is barely an incoherent moan.

“Just like that, sunshine. You take me so well, I love that you are always this desperate for me, so needy and pretty with tears running down your face. Are you going to come for me like this? Are you close?” You nod again, your eyes closing as he fucks your asshole faster. And when you are about to lose it… He stops. “Not so fast, sunshine. You’ve been teasing me all day, now it’s my turn.”

You let out a cry when he pulls his fingers out. He gets on his knees between your legs and rubs the tip of his leaking cock against your clenching center.

“Look at that, your pussy is asking for me, isn’t it? Awww, how cute!” He flicks your clit and you let out a scream of his name. He releases the hold on your neck, his hands holding your legs far apart.

“Ambrose, please…” You try to beg, your eyes teary.

He chuckles without humor. “Now you beg? After spending a whole day teasing me you want me to give in so easily? Aww, sunshine… I thought you knew better.”

He pushes his dick inside of you in one fast thrust, and if you weren’t so desperate and ready before him, it would have been painful. But it’s not, it’s just perfect, and full, and incredible. And you can’t hold yourself back from coming as soon as he starts thrusting.

But he’s beyond punishments, he’s beyond anything he said before that moment, because the second his hips start moving, he’s just a monster fucking his girlfriend. His eyes are unfocused, and you can almost taste the desperation on his lips as you devour his mouth. Is messy and fast, and completely incredible.

He fucks you like a machine, spilling his load into you after a couple thrust, but not stopping. He fucks you so full and so fast you can barely see him moving, but good damn it if you can’t feel him with every fiber of your being. He’s possessing you, he’s fucking you like his soul is being ripped away, and you can’t get enough.

Your nails digging in his back as he pushes further, deeper… He’s holding the headboard with a hand so you don’t move with his thrust, and you can’t fucking stop moaning. He’s an unrelenting beast, and you love it.

Orgasm after orgasm rip through your body, your pussy getting messier and messier with each one of your combined releases, but you don’t care. You need more. You crave more.

By the time he’s done with you, your pussy is leaking so much of his come you can feel a puddle forming under you and both of you are breathing hard. “Worth it,” you let out in a breath against his chest, where your head is resting after bouncing on his dick for what felt like an eternity in the last round.

“What would I do with you?” He chuckles, caressing your hair.

“Love me,” you whisper before your eyes close and you fall into deep slumber.

You don’t hear him whisper your name like a plea, or the way he looks down at you with adoration.

Domming the minotaur

Request: if you can. maybe male reader dom? if not just trans male reader!

Minotaur x trans!male reader || free use (kinda), body worship (lowkey), knotting, dom/sub dynamics

When you started working at the farm, you thought it would be easy, just a fast work to get some money and keep moving… But then the boss appeared and your brain went into override. He was a hot minotaur that looked good enough to eat. He was prime beef and you wanted to have his steak.

At first you only flirted, not caring about anything, you were going to stay for a little while, so what if you wanted to fuck him for days? Who cared? Not you. You wanted to fuck him senseless… And he responded. He flirted right back, but every time you tried to go further, he stopped you. He pulled back and ran with his tail between his legs, metaphorically and literally. You found that so cute it only made you want to fuck him harder.

Until you had enough.

You told him about the fence that had to be fixed, and accompanied him… Just to push him to the ground and wrestle his belt out of his wrist as he chuckled at your “weak attempts” to fight a big minotaur. But before he could blink you had his back against the fence and his hands above his head. He was panting and you could see the dick-print on his pants.

You tied him to the fence, his own belt around his wrists as you stood over his panting form. The sun was hitting just right to make his skin look golden and soft, and when you parted his shirt, you almost swallowed your tongue. He was hairy and thick, and his pectorals were as big as your head. You wanted to squeeze your head between them. He was panting, softly whining in desperation as you only stared at his half clothed form. He looked so good tied and submitted… You wanted to devour him.

He only let out a soft plea before you were on him. He begged, and told you how much time had passed, and you only coo at him, edging him a little more for being such a good minotaur. You sat on his lap, and started grinding down on him until he was panting and you were about to burst. Just to stop, making him bellow as you caressed his chest and his breathing evened out. He was looking more and more desperate with each round of teasing, and by the time you took pity of him and opened his pants, the wet patch on his jeans was a little pool.

You sat down on his dick and started riding like he was a mechanic bull and you were the best bull-rider in town. He was looking up at you as if you were the best thing that happened to him, and that only made you want to ride him harder. So you did. Bouncing on his cock, hitting hard when you went down just to hear him whine when your wetness spread over his knot.

You were edging both of you, your movements controlled as you told him how good he was, such a good minotaur for you, filling your cunt so well. And he praised you over and over, telling you how beautiful your chest scars looked, how good you felt around him and how good of a dom you were for him. How much he loved to be fucked by you, how much he loved that you had all the control… Such a good needy minotaur, to such a good dom.

His words drove you higher, and by the time you were ready to explode, you pushed down hard. His knot slipped inside of you, and he roared. Literally roared as he started to fill you deep. You ground against his dick, milking his knot as you fell over the edge.

So at the end, you chose not to “keep moving”… at least not if it meant laving your sweet minotaur and his precious whines behind.

Don’t go baking my heart (part 1): Prologue

A/N: By popular demand, here you have a secret involving a bakery. The main character of this story (aka the reader) is a black woman, so there’s that. Hope you guys love it as much as I do, this idea has been shimmering on my brain for a loooooooooong time. This fits in a very common trope but I’ll let you see which one it is. (Also recommend checking the orc family tree to see who Brick is, also I think you can guess who the minotaur is, good luck). Enjoy!

Orc [Aleksander “Brick”] x fem!reader || sfw

“What the fuck is that? It looks like a unicorn puked in here,” somebody says next to you as you hum lowly as you roll on some more paint under the window.

But his words make you stop. You turn around in time to see the back of a heavily tattooed orc hitting his minotaur friend’s shoulder and chuckling. The minotaur next to him is not laughing, but looking at him as if he’s stupid. You are almost glad you aren’t the only one thinking such a comment is shitty as hell.

“You shouldn’t be saying stuff like that, they are our new neighbors,” the minotaur says, very seriously. You blink at that comment, realizing they must be the owners of the tattoo parlor next to your bakery.

The orc is still chuckling, looking at him as if he grew a second head. You are fuming because you are standing there, roll of paint still in your hand and they didn’t even see you. You know you aren’t the biggest human out there (even if some people would like to remind you about your “few extra pounds”), but good damn it, you are right there. You thought monsters would be more aware of their surroundings, but apparently not, they are completely obvious to you.

“Come on man, don’t be a sourpuss, you can’t tell me this doesn’t look like a little girl’s room. Look at all that pink and rainbows… Look at that! There’s a panda on the wall.” He’s laughing as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever seen. “What is even that?” He says pointing at the cute cat you drew there but haven’t been able to paint yet.

The cat looks a bit rough, you can give him that, but it’s a trust-the-process kind of thing. The cat will look cute after you are done. You are sure of it. But his words sting as he lets out another chuckle. What an asshole, ugh. You are used to most people making fun of the things you like, but your bakery looks cute, you are sure of it. You aren’t about to let an insolent orc make you doubt your choices.

The minotaur further from you realizes first that you are standing there, you are probably looking a bit crazy, your hair in a messy bun, your clothes dirty with stains of paint, and your ebony skin shiny with perspiration after a few hours of painting. Shit. You probably look like a madwoman, but you aren’t the one making fun of other’s peoples’ efforts and looking like a stupid prick.

You get up from your crouched position, dusting off your yoga pants. They still haven’t seen you, so when you say: “That, asshole, is my bakery.” There’s fire in your words and he shuts up immediately.

The tattooed asshole turns around in a rush, and the second you see his face you are hit with a sudden surge of desire. He looks good enough to eat, and you know about it, you are a baker damn it. But that only makes your anger worse. He might be the most handsome monster you’ve ever seen, but he’s also the most disrespectful one.

He’s gaping, looking down at you as if you are some kind of entity that just materialized in front of him. You frown at him, dropping your painting tools and walking to the store door in a dismissive manner.

You hear him behind you almost screaming: “Wha- Wait!” But you don’t, you walk right in and closing the door behind you with a soft thud.

The little tinkle of the doorbell over your head makes your blood boil as you think back to the orc-hole you just met. You don’t look at the window, and you don’t see him gaping after you like you just hit his solar plexus with a hammer. You are fuming, walking to the back of the store and grabbing one of the cookies cooling on the tray, they are still a bit hot.

The orc is still spinning in your head as you munch on your caramel and cheese cookies, his strong tattooed arms, his words, the way his thin shirt looked stretched across his muscles… How could he be so infuriating? And, especially, how could he be so fucking hot?

Ugh, life is so unfair.

Ben’s NSFW Alphabet

A/N: As always, I don’t go thru corrections for these, so if there’s mistakes, I’m sorry.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Ben is a jackass, but he only responds to you the same way you respond to him. He wants to take care of you almost like a compulsion, but you are always so rude and so detached that he walks away, pain in his chest as he disappears. He doesn’t want it, but he would do whatever makes you more comfortable, and he knows taking care of you only would get him insulted and cursed. If he “accidentally” refills your water bottle and leaves your favorite candy in the kitchen, nobody would know.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

His favorite part of you are is your neck, that exact point where he kisses and you melt completely. The one that makes you moan so loud he has to cover your mouth and he craves to mark so everybody knows how much of a slutty girl you are for him.

His favorite part of himself is his brain, so intelligent. He knows he’s a jackass and an asshole, but he’s also the smartest monster at the precinct and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

He loves coming on you, don’t get him wrong he also enjoys coming in you, but there’s something about the sight of your pussy messy with his come, your stomach painted… It drives him insane. He wishes he could take a pic so he could use if for his solo sessions every time he wanted.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Ben is a switch, but he wouldn’t let you know that until he’s sure you won’t be telling anybody about it. He’s an asshole like that, he would rather die than people knowing he likes to be tied down and played with until he cries.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

He’s fucked many, girls, boys and non-binary folks… He doesn’t discriminate, any hole is a goal and he wouldn’t hesitate to talk about it. (You hate when he does it, and he’s knows it.)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

He loves you have to on your back, tied down to the bed-frame, taking everything he gives you like a good girl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.):

He has the driest sense of humor, the one that makes you want to laugh but you would never give him the satisfaction. But he knows best, he knows that tilt at the corner of your lip means you find him amusing, and the pride inside of him makes his cock hard.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He’s hairless, his species has no hair anywhere but the head. At first makes you a bit weirded out, his skin so much softer than yours, but when he’s grinding down on you and his hairless chest is rubbing against your nipples… you enjoy it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect):

Ben’s an asshole (but not really). He wouldn’t let you think he’s soft for you or anything (even if he def is).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He loves to jerk off to images of you he takes when you aren’t looking. He knows that makes him a creep, but he can’t take you off his mind, and other people just don’t hit right after he had a taste of you. So he jerks off, a lot, especially at the precinct when you wear your work suit, there’s something about the way those pants fit your juicy ass that drives him completely insane and makes him carry a semi all day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

He’s into degradation and humiliation, bondage and edging. He’s basically a very rude pleasure dom that wants to make you cry after coming so many times you can’t even tell how many… Just to make you come again “one last time”. But he can also turn into the neediest subs if you hit the right buttons with him…

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He loves to fuck you anywhere. If he can have you, he’s not going to let that opportunity pass. He likes the rush of doing it on a public or semi-public place, it makes him hard knowing that you “don’t want it”, but very time he touches you, you are dripping. He loves how desperate you get when he has to cover your mouth because you are being too loud…

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Your presence is enough to get him going, he’s completely obsessed over you even if he doesn’t know why. He hates that you have that power over him, but still can’t get you out of his head.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs):

Seeing you sad or in pain, or when somebody is being condescending to you. He hates that people look down on you because you are human and a woman. He hates when you doubt yourself and have to act harsh so stupid big monsters wouldn’t take you for a weak human. He would kick every single one of them… if that didn’t get him arrested. (But the idea of you arresting him… yes.)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

He loves to give and receive oral, his extra long tongue being a part of his best talent: eating pussy like a champ. But he also loves when you are on your knees, your makeup smudged and your eyes teary as you choke on his dick and he tells you how pathetic and pretty you look like that.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

He likes to drive you insane, whatever way he can get to that, he’s doing it. If you are desperate to cum, then bet your ass he’s going as slow as possible to make you beg. If you are tired and mad, he’s fucking you fast, until your knees are giving out under you and he’s rutting into your pussy until you bite on his neck to avoid screaming.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Those are his favorite, waking after you to the human-only bathroom to eat you out, making you gag on his cock at the back of the patrol car, fingering you in the supply closet… He likes to know that he can push you over the edge in mere minutes if he wants to.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.):

He would do anything that sounds fun, but nothing that would make you uncomfortable in a non-sexy way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?):

He can go for hours, being technically un-dead and able to control the blood flow is a party trick that makes your brain short-circuit when he reduces his refractory period to nothing.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He would use any means necessary to drive you wild, even bullet vibrators with a remote control as you have to fill paperwork after everyone has gone home. There’s cameras at the precinct, but they wouldn’t know why you are panting on your desk as he smirks from his...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He likes to edge you until you are begging and messy, until your tears taste sweet and your voice gives out. And he loves when you do the same to him, slowly sucking his cock and playing with your vibrating wand until he’s leaking so much you can slurp around his tip.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

He’s very loud when he wants to be, he can keep his moans and groans in, but once you hear him whimper, you know you have him. You know there’s no way he’s going to keep any sound inside anymore, and you fucking love that power play.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

Ben likes to wear lacy boxers under his uniform, and gets feral when you offer him homemade food. Ghouls have a thing about making food for their partners, and seeing you offering him some brownies is like sucking his dick dry.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

He has an average cock, but he knows how to use it… His long tongue, tho… that one deserves all the awards.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

He has high libido, the sight of you always making him a bit desperate, and when you are the one initiating? He’s ready to take you completely no matter what.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward):

He would never fall asleep first, but he would enjoy tiring you so much you can’t keep your eyes open, so you are nice and soft when he quietly cleans you up and spoons you. He would always wake up first so you wouldn’t know he did that, he’s not a hugger (but he totally is).

A/N: Who should be next?

Pentagram

Request: Hii can you do 2 powerful Demons like first they are just watching her everywhere she goes or does then she Saw a pentagram on the floor and did some ritual and then they fuck her and the rest you can do

A/N: I don’t know if you wanted femxfem, but it’s the image that your requests conjured in my brain, so here. Enjoy!

Fem!demon (kind of two?) x fem!demon || dub-con, bondage, tail play, gagging, degradation, double penetration (in the same hole)

Imagine finding a pentagram on a party.

You are walking around and jokingly telling your friends how cool the decoration is, your inner goth vibrating with excitement. Your friends walk away, but you hang back in the pentagram, touching it with the tip of your fingers as you whisper how cool it is. Your finger gets caught on a splinter, and a drop of your blood falls to the ground. You chuckle at the stupidity, getting up and trying to walk away. But you can leave the pentagram, your body is unable to.

And then it starts to glow around you, and you let out a little yelp when a hand curls around your neck from behind. She turns you around and you are face to face with the most beautiful demon, who doesn’t say anything before she’s claiming your mouth in the hottest kiss in existence. You find your hands tied behind your back, and with a snap of her fingers, your legs are pulled apart by a spreading bar. You shiver, her mouth sucking hickeys on your skin as you pant in anticipation. You didn’t know what you did, but your pussy is wetter than ever and you need the demon in front of you to fuck you until you can’t walk.

You blink, and there’s two of her. It’s like she has a twin, but they move in tandem in such precision you are sure they are the same. You can’t distinguish between the two of them, but you can’t even care because there’s four hands over your body and two sets of mouths kissing your neck.

A tail coils around your middle, hugging you close to her body as your head is thrown back and her fangs rub against your neck. You are panting, and one of them is chuckling at your desperation as you beg them to do more, to fuck you, to touch you, to do anything they want to your willing body.

The one in front of you finds that amusing, pinching your nipples over your clothes until you are panting and your insides are clenching over nothing. It hurts in the best way possible as your clit beats at the same time your heart does.

You beg some more, and they laugh, the one on your back rubbing her tail down your leg, getting longer as she touches your body and her greedy hands cup and grope every part of your soft body as she wants. You are losing your mind, the need and anticipation driving you wild as she keeps teasing your body over your clothes.

And when there’s a snap of fingers and you are naked. You can only groan, the feel of her long nails against your naked breasts feeling better than any human ever could. She pinches your nipples next, the pain and pleasure mixing until you can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. A hand finds your drenched center and the three of you moan in unison.

They are kissing your neck, biting down softly, and telling you how great your pussy is as you feel two fingers being pushed inside of you. You scream, and a hand covers your mouth, shushing you as a tail gets higher and higher on your thigh. They push something in your mouth, and you taste your own wetness as you realize they are making sure you remain quiet… gagging you with your own panties.

“Prepare yourself, sweet-cheeks, I’m not going to be soft,” they whisper at the same time, confirming your suspicions that they are just one.

It’s all the warning you get before her tail is fucking you mercilessly. Your scream is muffled with your panties, and you thrash against the restrains, her chuckle only driving you further into pleasure. The tail gets longer, bigger inside of you. It’s like the biggest dildo you ever tried and then more.

They keep groping your body, and you can only moan around the gag as another tail pushes against the first, stretching you impossibly wide, changing lengths and girths inside your pussy. It’s maddening, you never know how the next pounding is going to be, you can barely move between the two of them and it’s just… perfect.

They keep fucking you in tandem, their hands and mouths never leave your body as your saliva pools around the panties in your mouth. Your eyes are rolling back into your head and the lack of friction against your clit is making your orgasm almost unreachable. You can feel it, so close but so far away. You want to beg, you want to cry out in desperation, but they are just playing with your body as you squirm in pleasure.

But as if they can sense it, one of her fingers touches your clit, and you are done for. Your whole body shocks, your back arched as you try to close your legs in vain as they fuck the orgasm out of you. They tell you sweet nothings as your brain disconnects and your vision turns white. You never came so hard in your life, your whole body seizing as current after current of pleasure runs down your back.

And then you blink one more time and they are gone.

Your clothes are back on and your friend at the door looking expectantly at you to follow her along as you blink slowly. If it wasn’t for the light ache between your legs, you wouldn’t know if what just happened was real… but you can feel your hole used and abused, and that’s enough… for now.

Movie worth

Request: Yo I was talking to a friend of mine about the coexistence of aliens and humans living together in a sci fi and cyberpunk world and thought about the porn film makers industry making big money from hiring aliens and having an alien coworker to help with the scripts. Thus making aliens have human kinks like we humans do with monsters and aliens lol— just wanted to share this with you! And perhaps give you a writing idea? OwO( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) especially for like dubcon/noncon roleplays they’ll have the actors play lol

A/N: Hope you like this, I don’t (generally) do non-con and I think this worked better without the dub-con, so here we have it. Enjoy!

Alien x trans!male reader || degradation (light), praise kink, exhibitionism (but not really), size kink (light)

When you signed up to the alien app, you didn’t know what to expect, definitely weren’t expecting to match instantly with a big hulking alien that was pretty much all your fantasies in a pretty green package.

You hit it off immediately, meeting for dinner and lunch and breakfast and a few snacks… And you were dying to get your hands and cunt all over him. But he wanted to wait… Until your overactive libido discovered why he was so closed off… Your alien boyfriend was a porn actor, and his movies were next level hot. You saw a few of them (and jerked off a lot) before your brain started to make it weird. The sweet alien who made you dinner and bought you popcorn at the movies clashing with the hot alien fucking monsters filthily over video. So you stopped, and planned how to tell him that you knew. But your mind (and your cunt) were trembling thinking about having that inside of you. And a bit concerned. Because he’s that big.

You invited him over to watch Spacefix and chill, and he immediately agreed. You weren’t sure how to break the news about the porn stuff to him, so you just… blurted it out when you were staring at the microwave with the popcorn.

He stared at you for what felt like a light-year. When he opened his mouth, nothing came out, and you ended up giggling at his shocked expression. The tension broke with that, and before you realized, you were being pressed against his huge body and he was claiming your mouth like he was desperate to devour you. And good goddess if you didn’t want to be devoured by him…

And that’s how you find yourself naked on your bed, your big hulk of an alien parting your legs and staring at your wetness with such hunger in his eyes that you are clenching over nothing, so empty. Fuck… But when you look down and see how fucking hard he is, you can’t do anything but whine.

“I- I don’t know if I can…” You tell him, looking at his dick hanging there. He’s just… so big. Bigger than any human you’ve been with, bigger than that minotaur you hook up with once. He’s just fucking huge.

“Of course you can, look at that boypussy… You are drenched, aren’t you?” He rubs his fingers through your wetness, making you feel a bit embarrassed. He’s right, you are dripping wet and he has barely touched you. “You are more than ready to be a good boy for me and get fucked right here.” His words make you choke a gasp, your mouth dry all of sudden, your clit tingling. You nod, your mouth firmly shut. “Words. Do you want me to fuck your tight cunt? I won’t do it if you don’t ask for it.”

You can feel your face burning hot as you mutter: “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” The jackass smirks, eyebrow raised as he keeps rubbing your wetness with his fingers.

You hate him a little for making you say it, but at the same time, the embarrassment and degradation of having to say it is turning you on like crazy. “Yes, I want you to fuck my… my…”

He kisses your sternum, his eyes still fixated on your face. “Say it,” he coaches.

“My boypussy,” the term makes your face even hotter, your whole body reacting as he chuckles over you, his weird dick pointing at your cunt, a big drop of precum already shiny on the tip.

And then he starts running his mouth as he presses the tip of his dick against your opening, not going in, just resting there and making you go insane with desire. “Now that you know… Do you like that idea? You like thinking of people watching you? Do you want to give them a show? That’s what you want? To be a good boy and be fucked in front of a camera? Everyone watching as you fall apart around my dick and moan like a slut?”

You make a lewd sound that makes your face flush harder and his smirk to get even bigger. He rubs your opening, your cunt so wet it makes a sucking sound when he pushes the tip of his dick inside of you.

“Such a good boy, already ready for me.” You preen at the compliment. “Now, now… Are you ready for me?” You nod, eagerly. “Good boy,” he says before rubbing your clit with his thumb and pushing his dick in bit by bit inside your waiting cunt.

You moan loudly, and he grunts, pushing and pushing and pushing until you feel you are about to be split in two. You try to talk, but the only thing out of your mouth is an incoherent “Ughg…” He chuckles, stopping when his hips are flushed against yours.

“Tell me when you are ready,” he whispers. You can see his pulse beating fast on his neck, and it makes your inside twist.

You are sweating, and your brain is slowly turning into goo. “Move. Move, please.”

“Good boy,” he mutters before hell breaks loose.

He starts moving, pumping his hips against yours, hitting your deepest points and rubbing against all the places that make your insides turn. You are moaning and groaning like a slut and he keeps repeating how good you are, how pretty your boypussy is and how fucking stunning you look taking his cock. And with each word you get closer and closer to release.

“Come for me sweet boy, make a mess for me.” And that does it.

You close your eyes and see white as your whole body explodes into a million pieces. You can hear the bells of heaven as he praises you, and you feel his thrusts become erratic, his dick making your orgasm last longer as he ruts into your G-spot when he explodes inside of you. It’s like a domino effect, the second he releases inside of you, you are coming again, not knowing when the first orgasm ended and the second has begun.

After a while, he sighs against your neck. “Well, good luck sweet-boy,” he mutters.

“What?” You ask, confused, your brain still not completely online.

He points down to where his dick is still nested inside you. “After that, you are stuck with me.” You smile, not really worried about that.

Out of jealousy (part 4): Desperation

Patreon Commission for Shy

You can read part 1 here, part 2 here and part 3 here. Enjoy!

Orc (Hodei) x fem!reader || dirty talk, really intense sex, knotting

You’ve been apart for almost two weeks.

You had to travel because of work, and even though you texted all the time, and called every night… It wasn’t the same. It didn’t matter how many times you assured him that you were okay and you wanted to see him, you knew he was getting more and more anxious.

You didn’t know all the details of it, but you knew it wasn’t usual for orcs to be apart from their new mates for long. When you were more established, maybe a few years into the mating… maybe he would be better when you left for a trip, but right now, only a few months into the mating… You could hear the edge of desperation and anxiety in his voice every time you talked.

So you cut the trip short, coming home two days before you planed just because you couldn’t be apart for him for long. And you knew he was suffering because of it, which only made you more anxious to get back home. And that’s why you don’t even stop to carry your bags inside, jumping off the rental car and rushing to the door, keys in hand.

But you don’t even get to open the door before Hodei is right there. You aren’t even through the threshold when there’s big, green arms wrapped around your middle as he kneels in front of you. His head resting against your stomach as he hugs your middle so tightly you can barely breath.

“I… Hodei?” Your hands go to his hair, trying to anchor yourself on him, but there’s something about the way he’s hugging you as if he’s touch starved, as if it pained him to be apart from you.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he mutters against your tummy, his face buried there as if he’s trying to merge with you. He doesn’t sound like himself, there’s an edge there that you can’t pinpoint but makes your inside twitch painfully.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, concerned.

“I am now,” he assures you, getting up and grabbing your cheeks with both hands, tilting your head up and lowering his lips until he’s almost devouring you. His hands go to your hips and he urges you to jump. You wrap your legs around his middle and he walks backwards, closing the door and pressing your back to it.

You didn’t even process how much you missed him until now, until his hands are on you and his lips are on you and you are breathing hard. Your heart is beating like crazy inside your chest, and your brain is turning to goo inside your head. It’s a desperation like nothing you’ve ever experienced, and you can’t even process it correctly.

“I don’t think your health insurance will cover what I’m about to do to you,” he lets out in a huff, his hands already grabbing your hips in almost a painful way that is making your panties get soaked.

“And…” Your voice gets caught in your throat when he kisses down your neck. “And what is that?” You let out in a fast breath, biting your lower lip not to moan too loudly.

“I’m going to ravish you and going to fuck you so many times you aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.” You moan at his words, his dirty talk is doing it for you. “I’m going to lay you down and eat you until the only word you can let out is a plea of my name. I’m going to devour your pussy until the only thing I can taste is your pleasure. I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t ever abandon me again.” That made you stop.

“Abandon you? Hodei, I was on a work trip,” you tell him, your breath still labored.

He pulls back and blinks slowly, there’s a glassiness in his eyes. “I… I know. I just… The mating bond. I can’t think clearly,” he finally musters.

“Hodei, hey, sweetie. Stop. Stop for a second.” His hands instantly stop what they were doing (groping your ass). He looks at you very seriously, but his eyes are unfocused, and you start to get a bit concerned. “How can I help, what’s happening?” You ask, you are desperate for him, too, but there’s an edge to his movements, the way he’s grinding up on you without even realizing.

He moans, and it sounds like a broken plea. “I need you. I need to have you.”

“Okay, okay… Sit down.” He goes willingly, carrying you with him until he’s sitting on the sofa and you are straddling his lap. You don’t know what’s happening between the two of you, but you know it needs to happen, it’s a craving so deep and so primal you can’t fight it.

He starts kissing you again, and a fire you didn’t know existed starts burning inside of you. It’s like a flame ignited suddenly. You moan against his lips, your brain short-circuiting after so long without his kisses. A part of your brain, a logical part, tells you two weeks isn’t that long, but there’s a longing inside of you that just craves his touch, his lips, his dick…

“I need you. Hodei, please, darling. I need you, too,” you whine as he kisses your cheeks, your forehead, your hair… Anywhere he can reach. His touch is desperate, and it’s only making you hungrier for him. A broken plea leaves your lips: “Please,” and he growls, low and hard and almost feral.

And then it’s like something breaks between the two of you and your clothes are flying. You blink and you are naked, the tip of his dick pressing against your entrance as he grabs your hips and teases your pussy.

“Can… can I?” He asks, making you smile down at him, you hug his neck, pressing your chest against his, getting as close as possible as you nod. He doesn’t need any more signs before he’s lowering you and down and entering your welcoming heat.

He goes slow, but with every tiny fraction of his dick he feeds your hungry pussy, your body relaxes more and more. By the time he’s fully inside, you are dripping around his shaft and he’s letting out the most desperate sounds. It’s kind of cute, but you can barely process it before you are grinding against him.

It’s not more than a roll of your hips, his pubic bone hitting right against your clit as you ride him slowly. He doesn’t rush you, he barely moves, only helping you grind against him with his hands on your hips. You are pressed together so closely you can feel his heartbeat against yours, the hair of his chest tickling your sensitive nipples.

It’s frantic and desperate, barely a grind against each other as your pleasure skyrockets. Hodei is moaning against your head, and you are biting down on his neck not to let out more lewd sounds. It’s the most intimate sex you had, and that’s saying a lot because before you left for your trip you went at it like rabbits. But you wouldn’t change it for the world.

His hands are massaging your ass-cheeks, and you are sucking a hickey so big against his throat you are sure you are going to be embarrassed about it later, but right now you only need to have him anyway you can. Your hands are in his hair, pulling and caressing.

He parts your ass-cheeks and his finger probes your asshole, making you buckle against him as a gush of juices make his movements even more delicious. You moan, and he responds with a whine.

You start moving faster, and he pushes the tip of his finger inside of you. You let out a choked breath as you feel the telltale sign of an impending orgasm approaching. “Let go for me. Let me feel how good I make you feel.” His words are all it takes for you to lose it.

You scream his name as you throw your head back, your hips bulking against his. He moans your name, lewd and desperate as you feel the first shot of his come inside of you, accompanied by the fullness of his knot as it settles inside of you. You moan, another round of aftershocks rocking your body as he grunts, more come warming your insides.

He comes for what feels like an eternity, but after a while his breathing is less labored, and you are able to form coherent thoughts again. His knot is still inside your pussy when you let out: “I think we should ask your mom about orc matings…” You chuckle at his offended noise.

“Did you just mention my mom when you are still full of my knot?” He asks with a painful groan. He sounds more like himself, his eyes not glassy anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you say with a chuckle, but it rapidly turns into full blown laughter. The movement of your body makes him groan, more come filling your insides as your laughter breaks into a moan.

“I hate you,” he mutters. But he rapidly rectifies: “No, that’s a lie. I fucking love you so much it feels like my heart is walking out of my body.” You let out a choked moan at that, squeezing your inner muscles to milk his knot. “I missed you so much,” he whispers against your lips, claiming your mouth once again.

When you break apart, you have to bite your lower lip to avoid smirking. “I missed you, too. But we do need to talk to your mom,” you remind him.

He groans again, his hands covering his face. “Okay.”

Set up by a baby-orc (part 14)

A/N: The heat is burning low but getting close to boiling… Wink

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

Your heart is hammering in your chest, so loudly you can hear it in your ears as he closes the final distance between your mouths and your lips melt into a kiss. Your whole body reacts, an electric current running down your spine. It’s exhilarating, you barely touched lips and it’s already the best kiss you ever had. There’s something about it that is driving you completely mad with desire. You’ve been waiting for that kiss for so long that you can barely contain your hunger when you drive in again.

He’s barely moving, letting you explore, his lips are so soft, so much softer than you expected, and his tusks against your cheeks send a shiver of anticipation through your body. Those two points of contact are a reminder that you aren’t with a human boy, that you aren’t even with a man. You are kissing an orc, a monster… And you like that. You like that a lot.

It starts as chaste, but as soon as one of his hands finds your hair and tangles his fingers through it, you are done for. You whine against his soft lips and he responds with a tiny grunt. His tongue rolls over your lower lip, asking for permission. You open your lips further, allowing entrance as he groans. The tiny sound makes your whole body reacts, your panties getting wet and your body shivering in anticipation.

Your hands find their way into his short hair, and you pull at it, trying to get him as close as possible. You bite down on his lower lip and caressing it with your tongue after. He groans, and you whimper, how can a make out session be the hottest and most erotic experience of your life?

You feel every inch of your clothes over your hypersensitive body, and it drives you wilder. You push your body forward, half on top of him as you claim his mouth in a passionate kiss once again. He lets you work your tongue against his, a dance that makes pleasure ripple every one of your cells.

You make out for what feels like hours, but it’s probably only a few minutes. Your body craves more, your whole being craves more. But you know he’s right, and if you don’t stop now, you are going to give your neighbors a show and you aren’t exactly into exhibitionism (maybe, perhaps...).

He pulls back, breathing hard as you pant, sharing the air between the two of you as you smile against each other’s mouths. “We need to stop if you don’t want this to get indecent,” he whispers against your lips, but as soon as the words are out, he’s going for another kiss, that you fiercely reciprocate.

Your brain is sending you a thousand and one messages, most of them about reaching down, grabbing his dick and jerking him off right there. Or him reaching up your skirt until he can feel exactly how fucking wet you are, how your panties are completely drenched because of him.

You pull away a fraction, your hands pulling at his hair again, making him moan in front of your eyes. The expression on his face is pained and heated, and it makes heat pool in your lower belly. “Okay, just… one more,” you tell him leaning in again.

It’s messy and desperate, it’s hot as molten lava as you two melt into kiss after kiss. But you know it’s not the time yet, even if your pussy is loudly arguing about it. With pain in your heart (and in your pussy), you finally pull away.

He pecks on your lips one more time, his smile so big against yours that your lips barely touch. But it’s so good, your heart feels so full and your pussy so empty. You are tempted to ask him to go inside, take you to bed… But you aren’t that person, you have never been that girl. And he doesn’t let you hesitate about your comfort.

He rests his forehead against yours, his smile tender as your heart skips a beat. You can’t avoid the big smile mirroring his. He kisses your forehead next, a sweet farewell that only makes your heart get fuller, beat faster…

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says with a secret smile that makes your pussy clench. Fuck, it’s unfair how hot he is. You climb out of his car at the same time he says: “I’ll be thinking of you…”

You turn around in time to see him running his eyes up and down your body. You are pretty sure that he doesn’t mean in a SFW-way. He definitely means it in a sexy way. He’s going to go home and jerk off thinking about you... And you can’t wait to do exactly the same.

Weekly plan (17th to 23rd)

Punished by the commnder

Request: Set in a fanatsy medieval era. Orcs invade the reader's village. Reader is spicy and tries to fight back, which catches Orc Chief's attention, so he takes them to his village/camp as his personal trophy. Reader tries to rebel, so Orc Chief "breaks & disciplines" them in front of his orc warriors. After that, he then let's his warriors have their turn with the reader multiple times while he watches from his makeshift throne of bones, and when they're done, Orc Chief scoops them up in his arms and carries them off to his abode Yea. That's basically it. Big Orc chief and feisty reader with sprinkles of degrading and free use and whatever you think would add up to this scenario.

Orc x gn!reader || free use, (light) degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism

“You are so cute when you try to be angry,” he says with a laugh, making your blood boil in a non sexy way.

You grab a stool and get it close to him, climbing over it so you are face to face. “Listen to me, I don’t care if you are a commander or whatever you want to be, I am not your slave. I am your fucking wife and I won’t be cleaning your messes.” He blinks, looking at you with surprise at your outburst.

“Is that so, little wife? You weren’t saying that when you were messy with my come,” he teases, still amused.

“You aren’t getting my pussy anytime soon if you don’t start cleaning after yourself!” You tell him, an accusatory finger pointing right at his nose.

You hear a couple chuckles behind you, and you are sure your screaming has gotten the attention of half the camp. “Stop it now,” he grunts, not amused anymore that his soldiers are laughing at him.

You don’t back down. “Are you going to clean after yourself?”

“Stop talking now or accept the consequences, wife.” You frown, pushing his chest lightly, not enough force to move him at all.

You should have guessed that would be bad, because in a blink he’s throwing you over his shoulder and ringing the bell. You know what that means… You are going to be punished in front of everybody. You try not to be too happy about it, your exhibitionist kink getting all kinds of excited about what you know it’s going to happen.

He walks to the main tent, and a bunch of orcs follow. He sits down, you on his lap, and rips your clothes off your body as you shiver in anticipation. Your legs are over the arms of the throne, and there’s a dozen of warriors staring at you, all of them already knowing what is going to happen. The commander’s wife is going to be reprimanded in front of everyone, and she’s going to end leaking come off her hole… as always.

Your husband probes your now exposed entrance, pushing your legs further apart as you try not to groan, and you almost succeed. But then he rubs your clit and you let out the most lewd sound, making everyone cheer in front of you. Your husband chuckles, his hand on your chest as he pinches your sensitive nipples.

Everyone is staring at your gaping hole, your husband grunting behind you as he takes his cock out and rubs it all over your wetness. The piercings on his shaft rub against your clit and you let out a whine that makes everyone looking laugh. You feel the embarrassment burning down on your tummy, but it only makes you want to grind harder against his dick.

He holds you still, his hands gripping your hips as he rubs himself against your exposed pussy. He doesn’t give you a warning before he’s pushing inside, grabbing your hips and grunting as he starts bouncing you on his dick until your legs are trembling. You come messily, gaining a loud cheer from everyone. But he’s not done, fucking you through at least another two orgasms before you feel the tell tale sign of his dick twitching inside of you.

The first shot of his come feels like hot lava inside of you, your forehead sweaty and your body tired as he fills your insides. And he’s still not done, you knew he wouldn’t be. You screamed at him in front of his orcs, and now he’s going to punish you with at least few hours of public fucking.

By the time he has filled you so many times you can’t count, the orcs in front of you are in a full bacchanal, fucking and drinking as some of them still stare at your gushing hole. Your husband pushes into you one last time, bouncing your body like a fleshlight over his length.

“I always like you best when you are dripping my come and too fucked out to argue,” he whispers against your ear, pulling his cock out and playing with the come leaking. He rubs it over your clit, making you whimper and pushes it back inside your pussy. “I’ll clean after myself, but don’t scream at me in front of my orcs ever again, understood?” He whispers, curling his fingers and rubbing your G-spot as you nod, your body melting against him as he keeps playing with your pussy in front of everybody.

Mastering the CEO

Commission for Elise

Request: Househusband (Monster) x Chubby Fem Reader x HouseWife Fem Friend: Reader is a big CEO at her own company and because of this she is never home (workaholic). So because of this her partners start to feel neglected and while they try to tell her she doesn’t really understand (not paying attention). This is really all I have for the premise. I didn’t really know what direction to take this so feel free to take it in any direction.

Orc x fem!human x chubby fem!reader || hurt/comfort, sharing is caring, degradation (very light), oral sex, dom/sub dynamics

You arrive home late, as always. You know you promised your partners to be there for dinner, but once again being the CEO of your own company is shitty if you want to have some kind of life-work balance. You are feeling pretty shitty about breaking your promises, and it only gets worse when you open the door and find them cuddling on the sofa.

Your stomach clenches with longing, and they say nothing. Not a single word. You try really hard not to scream, your nerves fried after a long day, and them giving you the cold shoulder only makes you want to hide in the closet and fall asleep for a whole week.

But you are an adult. You are a successful woman, you can totally be assertive about this. You know you fucked up and broke a promise, but you are here, you can fix this.

“Hey! I’m sorry I’m late, work was very…” You try to explain as you approach them. You want to throw yourself across their laps, sharing some of their warmth after a killer day.

But your wife is not having any of that. “Always is, isn’t it?” Your wife comment makes your jaw clench, a spark of fury mixes with the uneasiness in your heart. You can’t snap at her, you can’t. She did nothing wrong, you try to repeat yourself.

“Huh? Are you okay?” Your husband says when he looks at you, he’s frowning, worry looking bad in his precious green face.

“Yes. Nothing happened. I’m… I’m going to bed,” you finally say when they do nothing to make you feel welcome in their cuddle pile.

You turn to leave when your wife mutters: “As always.”

You frown, turning around and snapping at her: “What do you mean by that?!”

And that’s all it takes for her to snap back. “You are never here anymore! We barely touched in the past month! It’s like you aren’t even a part of this marriage!” Her words cut so deep you have to rub your chest, trying to alleviate some of the pain.

You are speechless, gaping like a fish as she stares at you and your husband stands silently to her side. You can see his hand going up and down her back, comforting her. You almost want to cry, you want some of that comfort, too. You wanted to argue, to tell her to fuck off, but seeing them across from you like you were an outsider made your insides crumble.

“I… I…” You have no excuses. “I’m sorry,” you finally let out, a sob stuck in your throat and tears filling your eyes.

“Oh shit,” your husband says at the same time your wife lets out a sob of her own.

And before you realize, you two are crossing the distance and hugging as you cry your eyes out against each other. Your husband, being the emotional stunt orc that he is, just stands close to you two, patting your backs and mumbling sweet words that mean absolutely nothing. You almost want to laugh, but you can’t stop crying. After all the stress and anxiety, after all the extra hours and not touching your partners in so long, you feel a little bit more than touch starved.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve missed you guys so much, but I… I can’t. There’s so much to do, and I can’t do it all, and the naga from accounting left and, and…” You are trying to explain, but your words are muffled on her neck as she rubs your back softly, mumbling love words against your head and making you cry harder.

Your orc husband takes that as a sign that he should join, his big arms coming around the both of you, squeezing you together and grunting as he pulls you up a few centimeters just because he can. You let out a wet laugh, and your wife does the same.

“Are you better?” She asks you, her hands groping and hugging and pinching every part of you she can reach. It’s like she’s trying to make sure you are real, that you are there with them.

“I… I should be the one asking that,” you tell her with a chuckle.

“I’m okay, it’s been very stressful weeks. But you are here now, right?” You nod, sniffling. She coos at you, and your insides do a flip. Her eyes darken as she pulls back from you, and you know exactly what that means. When she says: “You need to be punished for neglecting us,” you already expected it, and your pussy is getting wet.

There’s only one possible response to that: “What do you want me to do, Mistress?” You look intensely at her as she pulls back completely, grabbing your husband’s hand and pulling him along. They walk to the bedroom, and you follow like a lost puppy.

She stands in the middle of the room when she announces: “You are going to eat me out, and then you are going to suck his dick… And when we are done, if we feel charitable enough… we might let you come, too.” Her words make your blood boil, and you want nothing more than to fall to your knees and comply with her orders, but not coming? You’ve been tortured enough by work.

“What?! I can’t come?” You try not to sound too offended, but you fail miserably.

“If you are good…” Your orc adds with a smirk, his tusks glistening under the soft light.

“That’s not fair,” you say with a pout.

“Don’t talk about what’s fair when I haven’t seen your pussy in over a week because of your crazy work hours,” your husband’s tone is dark, almost dangerous. You always forget how dominant he can get, and how fucking much you love it. And it only adds to your wife’s dark eyes, making you want to whimper. “Get naked, now,” your husband orders.

You comply, rushing to get your suit off your body, getting your bra twisted in your arm and almost falling in your hustle to get it out. They only stare at you, making you all kinds of embarrassed, which only adds to your growing arousal. They take off their pajamas, and all three of you are looking at each other, drinking the other’s nakedness.

But your wife is not exactly patient. “On your knees, is time for you to pleasure us,” your wife order leaves no room for arguing.

You fall to your knees in front of them in a second. That’s harsh, and you almost want to tell her that, but you don’t, you do as told and cross your arms behind your back. She pulls back, sitting on the edge of the bed, a few feet away from you.

Her next order catches you prepared: “Crawl to me.” You are more than happy to obey that one, especially when she opens her legs and you see how pretty her pussy is. “Hands behind your back, honey. You can suck and lick, but you can’t touch.”

You launch yourself to her, face first on her pussy, licking and sucking and going completely berserk on her. It’s fantastic. She tastes like home, and when your husband pushes the tip of his green dick against your cheek, you can’t do anything but to pull back for a second to give him some attention, too. It continues like that, alternating between sucking your wife’s clit and your orc’s tip, making both of them moan as you get increasingly desperate.

Their taste, their touch… They are driving you crazy as you give them what they asked for. But it’s not enough, for neither of you. Your orc starts grunting, his big hand coming around his shaft as he starts jerking himself next to your face. You look up at him, tongue out and eyes hooded. He curses, and grabs your hair, directing your face back to your wife’s pussy. You eat her like you are starving, but not three seconds later he’s pulling your head back and jerking himself furiously over her center.

As soon as he comes, he kneels behind you, groping and touching every inch of your body. His big hands make you feel almost little, but he never lets you forget how much he loves your rolls and your big breasts, the curve of your hips and your soft belly. He caresses and gropes like he’s worshiping you, and it’s so distracting you stop licking your wife for a few seconds, enticing a low growl from her that if you didn’t know better you’d thought she’s the orc one. But no, your pretty human wife is pulling at your hair and redirecting your mouth right where she wants it.

You feast on her, using every trick you know to make her fall into pieces. She comes against your tongue, her juices mixing with your husband’s come, making everything sticky and perfect as you devour every little drop of pleasure and desire off her.

They are panting, your wife’s hands in your hair, your husbands on your boobs… “Can I come, please, Mistress? Please, Master?” You look at them as you beg, your eyes are teary and your pussy is clenching painfully over nothing, your husband’s touch only making it harder for you.

“Get on the bed, it’s our turn now,” she says darkly. “You better call in sick tomorrow, we’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to go to the office tomorrow.” Her eyes are dark, and her smile dangerous, and the way your husband pulls you up and throws you to the bed only makes you let out an embarrassing screech before there’s hands and mouths all over you and you are crying out their names.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 13)

A/N: The poll was a tie, and I choose to do an extra story of them because I’m a bit in love with their dynamic. You’d still get another part this Sunday as usual. Enjoy!

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || sfw, soulmates

“Hello, beautiful. Are you ready?” He cringes inside at his silly phrase, but the smile you send his way is enough to make him want to lay down and roll like a puppy. His heart feels full, and you smell so good he wants to eat you whole.

He knew about the mating heat, but he never expected it to happen so fast. His brothers had long mating heats, but he barely knows his mate, you, and he’s already feeling like his insides are about to boil every time he gets close to you. And by the smell of it… you are feeling it, too. It fills him with pride that you are attracted to him, the sweet aroma of your light arousal driving him insane as he walks around the car to open your door.

You are smiling, and he can’t do anything but to stare as you climb on the passenger seat. He walks back to his side of the car, climbing in starting the engine without a word. He’s not sure if he can’t talk before he melts against the seat.

But you break the silence: “So, where are you taking me?”

“To an orcish restaurant,” he tells you. He doesn’t add that the owner of said restaurant is his aunt, and the main chef is his cousin, he doesn’t want to make you nervous with that. But it’s the best orc restaurant in the city and he wanted you to taste some of his culture.

You let out a little happy yelp. “Oh! I always wanted to try orcish food.” He looks at you, one eyebrow raised in question. “I never had anyone to go with to those places and I just… I didn’t want to go alone.” Her voice turns a bit sad at the end, and the smell of it makes his hands clench around the steering wheel.

“Where else do you want to go?” He might lose himself if he looks at you one more time, his blood feels like molten lava already, and the smell of your sadness is making his inner orc go insane. You should never feel sad, especially when he’s with you.

“I wanted to go to the huge museum on main street, the one that has an exposition on naga history. That sounds so cool. My friends always want to go have drinks or coffee, which don’t get me wrong, I love, but sometimes I want to make special plans and they all have their own partners and I… I don’t.” His heart is beating fast against his rib-cage, trying to escape and reach you.

“Well, next date we can go to the museum,” he lets out as if it’s nothing.

You inhale sharply, surprised by his boldness as you tease him: “Second date, huh?” You try to laugh it off, but your heartbeat is beating so loud that he can hear it.

“Of course. Second of many, many others…” He smirks, turning his eyes off the road for a second to give you the full effect. You shiver, and his smile grows bigger as he looks back to the road.

“Is that so? You seem very confident about that,” you tease back, making his cock twitch inside his briefs. Fuck, he loves when you tease back.

“Well, beautiful, I plan on being your forever, so sure as hell I’m going to take you on many dates,” he lets out without thinking.

His heart stops when he processes his own words. Fuck. Too soon, too much. Humans don’t get mates, they don’t understand how mates work and he practically confessed his love to you on your first date. He’s so stupid.

But then you let out a giggle, your cheeks red with the prettiest blush, but you don’t say anything. He doesn’t die in that second, but he almost feels like he does. His heart is beating so hard you might be able to hear it, his head spinning as he parks next to the restaurant.

“We’re here,” he lets out, his voice choked.

He walks to your side of the car and helps you out, offering you his hand and intertwining his fingers with yours as you walk hand in hand to the door. They sit you in a private booth, the lights are dim and the whole atmosphere is cozy. You smell content and happy, and that makes him relax. His mishap in the car still weights heavy inside his stomach, but he can get over it, he will just forget about what he said.

He orders some of the specials, sharing and explaining what every plate is. You two talk about everything and anything, sharing stories about work, about your childhood… It’s a very chill evening that feels easier than either of you expected.

The conversation flows as you laugh and overall have a good time. He has trouble focusing most of the time, but he manages. You look so good across from him, the lights making your pinkish skin look radiant, that he has to bite his lip not to start panting like a needy dog. He barely contains himself when you moan across a spoon of dessert.

He pays for dinner, making sure to tell you the next one would be on you. You blush at his statement, and he has to bite his lip again not to chuckle at how adorable that is. He makes sure to say goodbye to his family before leaving while you are in the bathroom, and once again opens the car door for you before sitting behind the steer wheel.

You talk a bit more on the way to your building, the air charged with electricity and unsolved sexual tension. At least he feels it like that. You are fumbling with the hem of your skirt, and you smell nervous, but in a sweet way. It almost smells like freshly cut flowers.

He stops his car in front of your building, not attempting to get out or help you out. You look at each other for a few beats before you break the silence. “I had fun tonight.” He had more than fun, he’s probably half in love with you already, but he can’t say that, so he just nods. And then you surprise him by saying: “I… I’ll like to go into that museum date.” You are looking at him from under your eyelashes, making his insides twist with joy.

He doesn’t think twice before asking: “Are you free tomorrow?” His insides are all warm, and he wants to spend all his available time with you. He needs it. He craves it. He needs to know everything there’s to know about you. One night wasn’t even close to being enough.

She let’s out a shocked laughter. “Tomorrow?!”

“Well, yeah… I want to spend more time with you,” he lets out with a chuckle, trying to downplay his eagerness to spend more time with you. But your smile makes it really hard. You look so good looking at him like that, your eyes shiny with hope and your lips looking more and more tempting with each passing second.

“Okay,” you whisper. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second and then letting out a fast question that has his eye twitching and his heart skipping a beat: “Can I kiss you goodnight?”

He stares at you and slowly nods, unable to speak. He holds his breath as you lean across the console to cup his cheek, your eyes closed and your mouth half open…

Okay, don’t panic, this is happening, the meme from The Office plays out in his head as he closes the distance between the two of you.

Chased

Request: can you write a fem! Werewolf x fem elf! Reader where reader is picking berries then werewolf starts to hunt down the reader and then it leads so smut please?

Werewolf x fem elf!reader || feral sex, dub-con, primal play

Imagine walking away from your village as you pick up berries and flowers for your next potion. Elves having magic is the best and worst thing that happened to you, because when you moved to the human village, everyone just assumed you’d be the new potion-maker. You took the role, but you weren’t there for that. You were there for the voice in the woods, the one that called you in your dreams and made you move across the continent to get there.

You know he must be your mate, you know it deep down, but so far he hasn’t reached out. You are starting to think that your magic is not telling the truth. But you still go to the forest once a week “to pick flowers and berries”. But in reality you are waiting…

And then you heard something.

The first growl makes you stop, the second makes you run, and by the time you heard the third one, there’s a werewolf pressing you down on the ground and your long skirt is pushed up. You can barely groan before his tongue is fucking your pussy, so long it can hit part of your insides, you didn’t even knew you had. You groan and moan, rolling your hips back trying to get him as close as possible. He keeps grunting, licking all over you until you are falling apart into a fast and hard orgasm that leaves you breathless.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, and pushing all the way in one long thrust. You scream, your hands digging into the ground as he grabs your hips and fucks you desperately. As desperate as you feel for him. He fucks you ferally, and you claw at his forearms in front of you, holding him up. You are pushing your hips back, asking for more, asking for him to go harder. And he complies, fucking you like a true beast, the way you crave him.

You come two more times before you feel the beginning of what you waited the most for. And the second his knot locks you to him, you are coming messily, spitting curses as he grunts and shots rope after rope of come inside your welcoming heat. “My mate,” he whispers against your hair, spooning you and making you feel like the luckiest elf in the world.