Monster's Pet

Exclusive story (17th to 23rd)

Monster smash (part 3)

A/N: Hi lovelies! I finally decided how this one is going to play out and who is going to be the main romantic partner (or partners) in this story. So now you can see it’s minotaur x dragon x lizard-woman x human, I’m all for a good poly relationship and I want to explore this one with y’all, hope you are on board, too. You can read part 1 here and part 2 here. Enjoy!

Minotaur x dragon x lizard-woman x fem!reader || sfw

“You are all monsters…” You let out in a whisper, all of their faces impassive as they stare down at you. You blink slowly, still trying to process.

“Yes, we are, honey. I thought you knew, you were so excited to be here I just assumed…” The lady from the grocery store, the fucking scary demon in front of you, is being so careful and cute and it’s making your head hurt. She’s so nice, but looks so scary… Your brain can’t fully comprehend what is all that about.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea,” the big orc says, blinking slowly at her as she hits his arm.

He lets out a high yelp and that, of all things, breaks you. You let out a manic laughter, your whole body moving with the force of it, tears rolling down your eyes as you feel like you are descending into madness.

And then the tears turn into sobbing, and you are almost convinced you are insane. Totally insane, and everyone is looking at you like you are, indeed, insane. The grocery lady offers you some tissues, and you take them, your breathing labored between sobs. You feel a hand on your back, rubbing soft circles, and when you turn to the side and see your dragon neighbor, you can’t even react accordingly. You stare at them, their big body looming over you as they pass you another tissue.

“Are you okay?” Their voice is soft but with a hint of fire under it (get it? Fire because they’re a dragon). You shake your head, but your sobs stop, only lonely tears running down your cheeks at that point.

You are sitting on the floor, with a dragon consoling you and a bunch of monsters staring you like you are the weird one. Which… maybe you are. In that particular group, you are the weird one. That realization leaves you feeling a bit better, taking a deep breath and wiping away the few tears still clinging to your eyelashes.

“I think I’m going to go,” you whisper, shaking your head and avoiding your best friend’s eyes.

“Let me walk you home,” your minotaur landlord says, his voice soft as he helps you to your feet. You let him, your body and mind too tired to fight him or anyone else. You need to sleep, to process… You might be in shock.

You walk alongside him when the dragon yells: “Wait for me! I’m leaving, too!”

They rush behind you two, a big smile on their face. You have to bite your lip to avoid chuckling. They are fucking cute in their dragon form, even cutter than their human one, and you might have a bit of a crush on them. You had it before when you only knew about their human characteristics and now… Now you think they are even more special. And you lowkey dig that.

You are definitely in shock.

They stop at the door, and you watch in fascination as they turn to their human selves. You think your mouth is open, but you can’t get it to close as you watch them change completely in front of you.

The walk home is silent, their presence making your heart a bit faster, but not in fear exactly. You feel some kind of anticipation, as if the idea of them being monsters is not as weird as you thought. You think about all the weird quirks you’ve seen before. The dragon hoard, the weird way in which your landlord always played with his septum, now replicated with the big ring you knew his minotaur form had. It all makes sense in a weird way.

All but one thing… your best friend lying to you.

They stop in front of your door, both of them staring at you as if you are going to start crying again at any second, but you don’t. Your brain feels weirdly calm as you say your goodbyes and watch them walk down the hall. The dragon sends a wink your way, and you smile at them. Your landlord only grunts on his way down the stairs, and you can’t stop yourself from checking his ass.

You walk into your apartment with your head pounding and your body feeling weird. You have to sit down and process what’s going to happen next… But you have no idea.

“The best way to deal with shit is going to sleep,” you say out loud, laughing at yourself as you get out of your silly costume and fall face first onto your mattress.

Your dreams are plagued with monsters and heat, and you wake up with a jolt. You rush through your morning routine as if the world wasn’t upside down. As if you didn’t discover the existence of monsters less than 24h. The wonders of capitalism, your life might be in shambles, but you have to get dressed and go to work either way. And that’s exactly what you have to do.

You are almost out the door when you saw the tiny piece of paper slipped under your door that reads: Meet me for tea?

You know who wrote that, she wrote those exact words a thousand times before, and you always said yes. But now… Now you aren’t sure if you want to meet her. You aren’t sure if she deserves you to meet her. She lied to you, and you are still mad about it. You talked about everything and anything, you shared your deepest, darkest secrets with her, and you thought she did the same with you… But she didn’t. And it hurts. It hurts so bad you want to scream. But instead you take the piece of paper and break it into dozens of tiny pieces.

You exit your door at the same time her door opens. She stares at you, and you stare at her. It’s so weird to see her back in her human form. She sees the mess of tiny papers on the floor and she sighs, letting out a soft: “Darling, please…”

“Don’t call me darling,” you tell her, an accusatory finger pointed in her direction.

“I can explain everything, please. Just one cup of tea. And then I’ll leave you alone,” the plea in her tone makes your insides turn, your resolution melting as her eyes flash yellow in front of you.

Ugh, you the that she’s your weakness. You didn’t have enough crushing on your best friend, but on top of that she had to be a lizard-woman… How the fuck was your life like that?

“Ugh, fine.”

You hope you don’t regret it.

Dick imprint

Commission for anon

Request: orc x female with cum inflation, breeding, ferel sex, and size kink?

A/N: This has no much plot, or plot at all… it’s just very, very filthy. Enjoy!

Orc x fem!reader || cum inflation, breeding, feral sex (light), size kink || tw: pregnancy mention

When your husband told you he wanted to have mating sex, you thought it would be as any other sex you had, but you aren’t expecting his body to become bigger, harder, wider… The second you see the change, your pussy is clenching in need and your insides are twisting in anticipation. He stands before you with a raging erection as you pant.

“Suck,” he instructs, pressing two of his fingers to your lips. You open your mouth obediently, your tongue playing around his fingers until he grunts. He presses down against your tongue, caressing it and making your pussy so wet you feel your juices running down your thighs. “Such a good girl, you are going to take me so well, aren’t you?” You nod against his fingers, sucking hard and groaning.

He pulls back his fingers, kissing your now wet lips and pushing your legs further apart, falling between them as you pant. He stares down at your cunt, making you all kinds of flustered, but his body is so big that you can’t close your legs, you can’t hide away from him.

“Look at that sweet pussy, I’m going to fill it so well. You are going to take me so well, little mate.” His words ignite a fire inside of you, arching your back in a try to get your needy pussy closer to the huge bulge in his pants. He chuckles. “How brave, trying to bait me? Not happening.” And then he pushes his two wet fingers inside your pussy without preamble. You scream his name as he finger-fucks you relentlessly, carelessly… And you fucking love it.

His eyes are blown wide, so dark you can barely see the hazel color they used to be. He’s panting as he finger fucks you, his precome forming a wet patch against his pants that has your mouth watering. But when he curls his fingers just right, you can’t do anything but to close your eyes and roll your hips against his hand. He praises you, but your ears are ringing too loud for you to process his words. He adds another finger and you feel like you are about to burst.

He’s so big.

His fingers are bigger than any toy you ever tried… and his dick is even bigger. You are trembling in anticipation, and when he presses hard against your G-spot, you see fireworks behind your eyelids as the first of many orgasms crashes over your body. You scream incoherently as he finger-fucks you through it.

“Just like that, little mate. Let it all out, let me see how good you feel around my fingers. You are going to feel even better around my cock, aren’t you?” Your mouth is too dry to answer. He pulls back his fingers, patting your pussy like it’s nothing more than a pet, and you shiver, your whole body reacting to that little degradation.

You whisper his name, and he looks up at you. “I need more. I need you.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, you know nothing.

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, he’s tearing his pants in half, and roaring like a monster. His green skin is flushed all over, and his tusks look dangerous against his skin, but you can’t be worried, you can’t do anything about it but whine in need as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

He turns you around, pushing your hips back until you are on your knees, face pressed against the mattress. “Come on, little mate, let me in…” He pushes a bit harder, the tip of his cock entering you with what feels like a pop. Stars dance in your eyes, the stretch is impossible and your body is trying to fight it, but his still wet fingers rub over your clit, and you moan, your body relaxing enough for him to slip a little bit further. “Just like that, come on, you are doing so well…”

He goes slow, panting as if it’s running a marathon, speaking nonsense as he fills you little by little. He feels so big you can’t talk. You can feel him in the back of your throat and you are sure he’s not even half-way in. You are going to explode at any moment, but he keeps going. And going. And going...

By the time he’s completely inside, your body is his. You are nothing but a toy for him to use and you are in fucking heaven. He starts slow, allowing you to adjust to his girth as he praises you, your pussy clenching around him and making him grunt and whine. That makes you hotter.

But he starts to talk, you are done for. “I’m gonna fill you up until you are overflowing, until your cunt is so full of me that you can taste me in the back of your throat.” You whine at his words, your mouth hanging open over the pillow as he pressed your face to it. “And you are going to take it all, aren’t you? Your hungry pussy is gonna take all of me.”

You try to nod, but he’s holding you down, so you just groan, rolling your hips back against his erection, making him grunt and pull back a friction, just to slam back into you as a punishment. Your eyes roll back into your head, the pleasure so high you can’t even process it, your mind blank.

“Do you want to be bred? Do you want to carry my orc children, little mate?” You clench around his length accidentally, his words making your insides twist. You can’t say no to him, so you just nod mindlessly against the pillow as you feel his cock hitting your cervix.

The knowledge that you can be pregnant, that he could breed you completely drives him into his more primal understanding of mating. Leaving behind the sweet words and praises, a roar leaving his mouth and making the windows rattle as he grabs your hips with a bruising force. And then he starts to fuck you in earnest.

You let go, and an earth-shattering orgasm rocks your body, a silent scream breaking your throat as he fists your hair and fucks you harder. The skin against skin sounds are deafening as his heavy balls hit your clit over and over. He’s so big, and he’s filling you so well that you don’t know if you are still coming or the pleasure is truly that insane.

He starts to come, and you follow right after, your body responding to his hot come inside your pussy, so deep… He screams your name, his dick not getting soft, only harder. He fucks you through another orgasm, filling you again. And then he does it again. And again. You know how long he can last, but you never had him like this… this feral… And you can only guess his stamina has only improved.

At some point, he turns your body around, manhandling you until your legs are over his shoulders and he’s hitting home once again. His dick feeling huge inside of you, your pussy quivering as one of his fingers finds your clit, and he starts rubbing mercilessly. You scream when the first shot of his cum fills you. But it doesn’t stop. He keeps coming and coming, his seed overflowing and gushing around his dick as he fucks you thru it.

You look down in time to see your lower abdomen bulging with each thrust, the tip of his cock so deep you can see it. You scream his name, another orgasm rushing over you as he roars in victory, more shots of his come hitting you deep.

You look down in time to see your stomach bulging, so much come inside of you it feels like you could burst, but he’s not done with you. And neither are you. You keep rolling your hips, trying to get him deeper, harder… He complies, so much dick… so much come… You don’t know where you end and he begins, but you can’t care. You only care about the molten lava seed inside of you, the amount of it and how it sloshes around his dick as he keeps fucking more and more inside of you.

By the time he’s spent, you don’t know how much time has passed, you only know that you are a mess of fluids inside and outside. Your pussy feels tender and abused, and you can feel every single drop of his come gushing down your tights. You are sure the bed is a mess, but you can’t care. He picks you up and walks to the bathroom, helping you into a bath and cuddling until you fall asleep…

Set up by a baby-orc (part 12)

A/N: Things are getting heated, yay! More texts and more little interactions within my brain’s universe. Can you spot it? Let me know in the comments and where do you think Unax is taking reader for the date.

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || sfw

You spent all evening yesterday texting him, the early work day on Friday making you all giddy for your date. You joked and flirted, and your whole body felt hot every time your phone rang. He was teasing and funny, and made you want to tease right back, chuckling and giggling, kicking your feet with every new text. It was like the most amazing and cute foreplay ever, and it was making you all kinds of excited. And when he teased about being handsome, your body almost melted into the sofa as you read it. His response made you laugh out loud, a warmth spreading inside of you a settling around your heart like a vice.

And when you wake up the next day, your nerves are all over the place and the giddiness fades into the background, anxiety taking his place. You’ve hung out already, but it was never like this. You never had a date with him. What if he doesn’t like you after knowing you better? What if you don’t like him? Unlikely, but who knows? Your brain is running a thousand miles per minute as you try to find something to wear. What does somebody wear for a date with her orc crush?

You try about a thousand outfits. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but at least a dozen. And when you think you can’t deal with your nerves and frustration anymore, you do what you always do in those situations… You call your best friend.

She picks up after a couple rings, “Hello there my lovely friend, what’s up?” Her voice instantly makes you more relaxed.

“I need your help. I don’t know what to wear.” You let out in single breath, not even caring that he can barely understand you.

“Uuuuuuuh, the date with the orc,” her tone teasing, and you can hear one of her boyfriends in the background laughing at something. “Just don’t wear anything. Put on a coat and flash him when he picks you up. That way you’ll just have a good evening in.” She moves her eyebrows in a way that means to be suggestive but only makes her look crazy.

You huff at her, leaving your phone on the table, supported by the lovely plant Unax gifted you. “Stop joking! I’m freaking out.” You move round, picking clothes just to see how they look and throwing them over your shoulder again.

“He’s obsessed with you, he won’t care!” Your friend says over the phone, chewing very loudly as you look at her, annoyed.

Her minotaur boyfriend peeks over her shoulder, waving at you with a tiny smile. “Wear something casual, a skirt with a nice top would be okay,” he says, kissing your bestie’s head and disappearing again.

“I love him more than you,” you tell her, looking around for something that fits that description.

She laughs, and you can hear her orc boyfriend laughing in the background, too. “No, you don’t,” she retorts with a pout.

You chuckle, picking up what he suggested. You show the camera the short flowery skirt with a white top that hugs your curves perfectly. “This okay?” You try not to sound too anxious. She gives you a thumbs up, too focused on chewing to answer verbally. You frown at her, approaching the phone again. “I’m hanging up.”

“Love you!” She says, mouth open in a kiss and showing you the food in her mouth.

“DUDE! Gross!” You screech.

“But you love me!” She says, tongue out and showing you more of her food. Good goddess, sometimes having a best friend is very weird. Why does she have to be so annoying and so fucking amazing.

“I don’t know why, but I do,” you let out in a sigh.

“Call me tomorrow to tell me everything!” You nod and hang up with a tiny smile playing on your lips.

You get dressed and stare at yourself in the mirror, the outfit doing wonders to your figure and making you feel less anxious. You put on some blush and mascara, deciding not to wear lipstick just in case you make out like teenagers. You try not to get too excited at the thought, but anticipation is building inside of you thinking about finally kissing him.

Your phone rings with a new text, and your heart skips a beat when you see it’s Unax. It only reads “OMW”, and you can’t stop yourself from doing a little dance as you grab your purse, checking yourself out one last time in front of the mirror.

And that’s how you find yourself, waiting patiently at your building’s door when Unax car appears, music blasting and the biggest smile ever on his precious face when he exits the door and approaches you. He looks good enough to eat, big and thick and looking extremely lumberjack-y with his plaid shirt and jeans. You want to melt into a puddle just looking at him. Fuck, he looks good.

“Hi there,” you let out in a high voice that sounds breathless.

And when he leans in to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek, your panties almost fly out of your body. “Hello, beautiful. Are you ready?” You nod, unable to make your mouth talk because of how dry is all of sudden.

Your whole body burns with the craving of big orc for dinner. Or dessert. Or breakfast… Or better yet: all three. You didn’t know you were such a horndog, but there’s something about him that just makes your insides boil… and you aren’t sure you want to fight it.

The date is going to be interesting…

Lore

So, we all know Helping Neighbors, Gym Slut, Set up by a baby orc and a few other of my stories occur in the same universe and I’ve been leaving hints around. I thought it would be funny to give you a bit more lore into my brain’s universe.

1. Once orcs meet their mates, there’s magic in the union, so the heat between them starts to slowly build. That’s why in Gym Slut their first encounter was so hot, because they’ve known each other for a bit, they’ve been slowly dancing around each other and when they got together… BOOM. But it’s not the only place where it happens, it’s the same in Set-up by a baby orc, so expect to get some more build up heat soon. Also happened in Out of jealousy story, which is also a Stormblood brother, but their build-up was a lot slower, took years to explode.

2. Minotaurs can smell their mate’s emotions.

3. The Stormblood and Blackthorn all will get their story (if things continue like this and everything is good at least). You have curiosity for any of the characters yet? I’ve been leaving hits all over.

4. Orcs and humans can reproduce, and so can minotaurs and humans, but there’s some incompatibility between other species. So nagas and humans, for example, wouldn’t be able to have a kid. Nor could dragons and humans.

5. The world where all this happens has known about monsters, for a long while, they aren’t something new or particularly special. BUT, the same way we can’t know everything about other cultures, they also don’t know, that’s why most humans don’t know about the mate-situation, or don’t know that nagas need special fountains at the entrance of their homes to clean the dirt from their tails. So, they do have cultural differences that play a huge part of the story, but I’m not particularly into writing specism as part of my stories because I don’t think I could portray it correctly, but some miscommunication and problems due to cultural differences… yes.

Let me know if you enjoy the little spinets of lore and I can do more. [You can find more lore here and here]

Weekly plan (10th to 16th)

This is probably the silliest one I've made so far but I weirdly love it.

Pretty little red dress

Request: an m/m story with reader and a fat gruff blunt dino bf with a heart of gold where the reader comes in extremely distressed trying to sneak around, but the dino bf catches reader in a dress and other feminine clothing for the first time, causing him to break down and sob before running to his room when the dino bf enters the room, he asks what happened and the reader tells him about how he wanted to wear dresses and stuff but was called ugly and disgusting by people. the story is a intense hurt/comfort with so much fluff as the dino reassures and comforts him before fucking him with watersports in it

A/N: I couldn’t fit the watersports in, didn’t feel okay with the flow of the story. Sorry for that but I hope you enjoy! Plus, highly recommend Maz Maddox RELIC series if you like were-dinos and m/m stories.

Were-dinosaur x male!reader || hurt/comfort, rimming (lowkey), anal sex || tw: self-esteem issues, lowkey internalized homophobia

You tiptoe your way into the house, trying not to make too much noise as you hear your were-dino boyfriend moving around in the kitchen. He’s probably making dinner for both of you, and that makes your insides clench in an uncomfortable way, the knot in your throat only worsening as you walk a bit faster to your room. You almost made it before the first sob leaves your mouth, and you listen carefully as your boyfriend’s movements stop, no more noise in the kitchen, only his big feet hitting the floor as he approaches you. You run to the room, and you almost get the door closed before he pushes it open.

He looks stunning, his moss-green scales shiny, and his thin-pupils scanning the room looking for the distressing factor. “What are you…” He stops in his tracks when he gets a good look at you, staring at your long skirt and flowery crop-top. You try to hide, covering your body as best as you can and trying to run to the bathroom, but he catches you mid way. “You look… You look…” His mouth is gaping open, his long fangs showing.

“Disgusting? Ugly? Perverted?” You offer, feeling each word like a stab against your heart. You try to forget what they said, but the words keep spinning in your brain, making you feel awful as you try really hard not to cry.

“What? No!” He looks insulted. “Who told you that?” He growls, threateningly. You don’t answer, but your heart is beating so fast you can feel it in every cell of your body. You look down, trying to hide your shame. “Hey, look at me.” He pressed one of his claws under your chin and pushes up until you are staring into his eyes. “You look stunning.” The sincerity in his tone makes you want to melt into a puddle.

“You don’t really mean that,” you tell him, a self-depicting chuckle leaving your mouth as you swallow back tears.

“Of course I do. You are the most wonderful person I know, and you always look good enough to eat. I don’t fucking care what you wear. Well, that’s a lie.” Your heart skips a beat, but then he adds: “I would love to see you wearing some pretty lingerie and a short dress…” He almost purrs the last part, and you let out a watery giggle. He wipes your face with his scaly hands, making you giggle at the feel of it.

“Do you really mean that? Don’t you… Don’t you think it’s weird? Or ugly?” Those awful peoples’ words still resonating in your brain, making you want to cry again.

“I could never think something you wear is ugly, I would never use the world ugly to describe anything you do, my love,” he kisses your forehead and you melt, your legs almost giving out under you, your body relaxing after the stress of everything that happened. “Are we clear?” He asks just for clarification, making you giggle again. You nod, hugging his middle and burying your head in his chest. “Okay… Now, now… Where were you hiding these clothes and why haven’t I seen you with them?” You point behind your shoulder, your face still pressed against his chest. “Would you show me?”

“Really?” You mumble against his chest, more tears flowing.

“Yes. I want to see every part of you, my love. So, you are going to get a pretty dress out, and you are going to show me how good you look on it… And then I’m going to fuck you until your legs are trembling and you have no doubt how fucking perfect you are, no matter what you wear.” His words make your dick twitch, and you let out a tiny whimper as he slowly untangles your arms from his middle, pointing at the wardrobe and patting your ass when you turn around.

You grab one of the dresses you’ve never worn outside, a tiny red thing that looked very pretty on the model and you liked how it felt over your body. You hide yourself in the bathroom as you change, feeling a bit shy and a lot nervous as you look at your reflection. You are thinking of not coming out, but at the end of the day, you know your boyfriend would never do or say anything mean, he’s just that good.

As you walk out of the bathroom, his jaw falls to the floor, his eyes getting bigger as you watch in fascination how his dick gets incredibly hard in his pants. He rubs his claw over the fabric, making your mouth dry as you approach him, twirling around to show him fully. Your heart is pounding, but his reaction is powering you though.

His manhandles (dinosaur-handles?) you around until you are facing the far wall, and pushes your back lightly until you are bent down, your lack of underwear evident as he groans at the sight of your gaping hole. You might have been a bit too naughty and fingered yourself in preparation for it. He pushes two fingers inside your gaping hole, making you moan as he whimpers behind you, saying something in his mother tongue that you can’t understand but sounds a lot like a prayer.

That’s all you hear before his face is buried between your cheeks and he’s tonguing your hole until you feel your knees turning to jelly. He catches you before you fall to the ground, his hands helping you straddle his lap, positioning yourself for…

He hits home in a powerful thrust that makes you scream, your eyes rolling back into your head. He sets a punishing pace, chanting compliments about the dress and how pretty you look as he fucks in and out of you, one of your hands finds your dick and you start jerking off in tandem with his movements.

He pretzels you, pushing your legs up and holding you there as he gets up and walks to the big mirror across the room. He uses his leverage and strength to bounce your body on his cock, the image on the mirror completely lewd as you throw your head back and scream his name. His dick is hitting your prostate, and your brain is short-circuiting.

“Don’t look away, my love. I want you to see what your tiny dress does to me, what seeing you wearing that did to me,” he grunts in your ear. You look at the mirror again, your eyes zeroing in his dick disappearing and reappearing from your gaping hole. “Just like that, you see how beautiful you are? How good and pretty?” You feel a knot in your throat at his words, but you nod eagerly, wanting to come more than anything.

“Please…” You let out in a choked breath, a single tear running down your cheek. He licks it away, his hands too occupied holding you up. You are so close…

“Come for me, my love. Let me see how pretty you look when you come around my monster dick.” And with that you are done, screaming his name and coming messily all over the mirror in front of you. He growls behind you, his big head thrown back as you feel the burn of his hot semen inside of you.

People can be really mean… but your were-dino boyfriend loves you, and that is enough.

Cryptid dance

Request: I wish there were more fics about trans monsters. Typically it's about a human trusting the monster with their body but I love to see the parallel where the monster trusts the human with their heart. I'd love to read a fic about a transfem cryptid and her gf making tf out (kissing her lipless boney face) when she notices how hard her partners getting. Nervous at first but put at ease as she's told she's loved all the same. It isn't long until her delicate human is riding her, bombarding her with praises as she's marked by claws and teeth.

Trans!mothwoman x fem!reader

Imagine making out with your mothwoman girlfriend, sitting on her lap and grinding down on her… when you start to feel exactly how excited she’s getting. You pull back a little, looking directly on her eyes and enjoying the way her cheeks are blushed and her eyes are hooded. You tease her a little bit about it, and the way her eyes look down and she gets all shy makes you want to climb her like a tree.

But the second you lower your hips down again, she realizes what is happening and her face turns pale. You ask what is wrong, but she adverts your eyes, looking down in embarrassment and making you want to hit something. You try not to press, kissing her sweet mouth once again, but every time you try to lower your hips, she stops you. Until you have enough, pulling back and asking what is wrong.

You want to stab people when she tells you all about the hardships she faced, and how she’s still dealing with most of that. In your brain, there’s only one thing you can do: show her exactly how much you like her body and how fucking precious and beautiful she is, no matter what. You fucking love her, and you tell her so.

Her eyes are teary, and her wings are fluttering behind the chair as you kiss her once again, breathless after a couple of minutes of making out like teens. She chuckles when you pull back to breathe, and you slowly lower your hand until you find her hardness. She lets out a gasp when you push your tiny human hand inside her pants, her girldick twitching against your hand as you pull it out. She’s breathing hard as you start to kiss down her neck, slowly jerking her off, marveling at the sweet sounds of her mouth and the way she throws her head back in pleasure. You feel powerful on top of her, making her feel all the pleasure she brings you.

By the time she’s begging and leaking, you are more than ready to bounce on her girldick, your pussy so wet you can almost feel the juices running down your thighs. You try to get up to lower your pants, but she grunts, her long claws finding the crotch and ripping it open, leaving you staring at her with a new eyes. You knew you were dating a monster, but seeing her being so feral about it makes you want to scream, your lust reaching new levels as you lower your pussy to her hardness.

She gasps when you make contact, and starts breathing hard and labored when you lower your body down until she’s all the way inside of you. You don’t stop praising her, telling her how good she feels, how amazing and warm, how well she’s fucking you as you bounce on her. Her hands are around your hips, helping you go up and down and making you see stars.

At some point, her pace flatters, and your knees start to tremble, your pussy clenching around her as she lets out a series of curses that would make a sailor blush. You laugh, breathlessly, and you tell her once more what a good monster she is, and how good she feels inside of you. And that does it, you feel the first shot of her come inside of you as you reach down and rub circles over your clit, orgasming messily around her still twitching girldick inside of you.

Unax’s NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Two NSFW alphabets today bc I didn’t have time to write a story this week, sorry for that! So here’s Unax’s alphabet because I really wanted to explore this character a bit more in a non-fluffy way. Enjoy!

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

Unax loves aftercare, never leaving you alone for more than two seconds, softly caressing your tired body and offering you water and a warm shower. Even when you’d prefer to just sleep, he would make you get up and pee, “UTIs are not a joke” it’s what he always says. He makes sure you are cozy and cared fore, his hands never leaving your body as he snuggles behind you, or under you, or in any position you desire, he only needs to be close to you (as close as possible).

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

His favorite part of you are your boobs, he tries really hard not to objectify you, but as soon as you are showing a bit of cleavage, his eyes are drawn to it. You try not to giggle too much when you catch him, but he always blushes so prettily you can’t avoid teasing him about it (and using more revealing clothes every time you can).

His favorite part of himself is his back, always rippling with muscles as he keeps working on it. He specially loves it when he’s (proudly) marked by your nails after a particularly rough session.

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

He comes a lot, and especially when he knots you deeply. He loves to remain inside when his knot goes down, just to feel you clench pathetically over his half-hard dick as your juices and his come drip down your pussy, around his dick. He also enjoys greatly when you let him mark you all over your boobs, getting so excited seeing you wearing his come over your fantastic boobs that he fucks you afterward, moaning at every thrust as your boobs bounce under him.

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

He enjoys when you tease him in public, sending him dirty texts as he’s in the middle of work or a family reunion. It drives him wild and then he fucks you hard for it.

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

He’s not too experienced, you are his first human, but he’s so obsessed over your pretty and soft human body… (he might have researched human anatomy and how to please humans before your first time together).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

You on top of him, your head thrown back and your boobs bouncing every time you fuck yourself on him.

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

He’s a sweetheart and enjoys making you smile and laugh more than anything. The best sound of the world is your laughter.

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

He’s hairy, but not too much, just the right amount of hair on his chest, and on his southern region… You love to play with his chest hair, especially around his nipples (he would deny it turns him on).

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

He’s the sweetest, always bringing you a little token of his affection, a random flower, a potted plant, some sweets if he finds any… He would shower you in gifts and adoration if you let him. There’s nothing more precious to him than you and the time you spend with him, and he would never let you forget it. You are the sun in his solar-system.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He loves to jerk off together, watching with hooded eyes as you rub your clit and getting harder and harder as he jerks his dick at the same time you finger yourself for him. He likes it even more when you jerk him off, your tiny human hands wrapping around his dick and jerking him off until you are a mess and he’s coming all over your sweet body.

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

Size kink, knotting, cockwarming, breeding, edging and marking (and a bit of bondage, on him). He loves to have you pussy gaping as you whimper for more, just to stuff you full of knot and he sucks hickeys on your (or inner thighs). He’s also a sweet talker, always telling you how good your pussy feels, how pretty you look with tears in your eyes as he fucks your throat and what a good girl you are for talking all of his cock…

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

He loves to fuck you anywhere at home, and when he’s feeling a bit more adventurous he’d suggest the car. But he’s not really into semi-public action. He doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing you like that, your body and orgasms are a private matter that only him has the privilege of seeing.

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

Your presence is enough to get him going, but what really makes him go wild is when you pass next to him and you smell of arousal. That drives him wild, instantly getting hard and following you around just to see if you are able to give him some crumbs of your time… (He’s whipped).

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

Seeing you sad or in pain, somebody trying to hit on you when he’s present (he’s a bit of the jealous type). He also really dislikes feet (even your tiny human feet).

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

He loves to give and receive oral. He could spend hours going down on you, and would scream your name when his dick is far down your throat. He would ask over and over what you like until he perfected the technique, being able to get you off with a couple flicks of his tongue and his wonderfully big fingers pressing against your G-spot.

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

He fucks you at the tempo you desire, you want it hard and fast? You prefer him to torture you slowly? He would do whatever you ask for. If he’s the one in charge… then he fucks you slowly, until you are so wet his knot slips without problems and you are such a mess of juices and pleasure you can barely keep your eyes open as he fills you to the brim.

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

He loves any time you give him, if he has only a couple minutes, his hand can be in your pants getting you off, if you give him a bit more, he would go down on you… He would take his time fucking you, always worried your human pussy is stretching too much, too fast.

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

They would do and try anything that you suggest trying.

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

He can go for hours, orc stamina is no joke, but once his knot is spent, it would take a few hours to get hard again. So he fucks as many orgasms as possible out of you before that happens, even if that means using a special orc’s cock ring to avoid coming too soon.

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

He especially likes when you suggest a trip to the sex-shop, buying a few different toys to try on each other (someone is really interested in getting pegged).

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

He likes to edge you until you are begging and messy, and he loves when you do the same to him. Tying him up and playing with his dick until he’s popping a knot and you are squeezing it with your pretty human hands just to sit on him and tease said knot with your pussy juices? His ultimate fantasy.

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

He’s very loud, can’t avoid it, and makes you blush every time he starts moaning and whimpering. You didn’t know you had a thing for whimpery men until he was begging you to fuck him harder.

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

Unax loves casual affection, walking hand in hand, kissing your forehead, little kisses on your cheek… Once he’s able to, he’s just always touching you and making sure you know how much you mean to him.

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

He has a big cock, bigger than any human, but not monster-sized. You can fit him after prepping, even if his knot does take a bit more. He always makes sure you are dripping and ready before slipping inside.

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

He has a good sex drive, always ready once he smells the tiniest hint of arousal from you (which is pretty often because he’s very hot and you are a bit of a horndog).

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

He enjoys letting you fall asleep first, after all the aftercare you need, hugging you against his body and drifting once your breathing evens out.

A/N: Hi darlings, would you like for me to do this with some more of my OCs? Maybe Ben the ghoul, or Aimar and Haritz? Or do you prefer more character charts for some more lore? Let me know!

Inar’s NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Following the other NSFW Alphabet I did (inspired by the wonderful @davinawritings), here’s Inar’s alphabet by popular demand (and by that I mean one person asked for it and I really wanted to do it). Enjoy!

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

Inar is a bit of a mess when it comes to aftercare. If he can, he would do it, but it’s not always his priority. But when he has time and remembers… Then he’s the best at it, washing your body slowly, taking you to the bathroom bridal style so you don’t even have to walk, bringing you snacks and water… He’s a sweetheart. But again: when he remembers. Most times he enjoys making a mess out of you and just leaving you like that, you know that makes him hard, thinking about your pussy still messy with his come as he leaves… Which makes your mornings very interesting, seeing as he fucks you awake and leaves for work before you are fully coherent, your pussy full of come and your pussy quivering after an earth-shattering orgasm. He would make it up for you later, making breakfast and leaving it ready for you.

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

His favorite part of himself are his biceps (you agree with that). And his favorite part of you is your pretty smile, even if he lies and says it’s your ass. He loves every part of your body, and loves playing with you, but nothing gets him going faster than a big smile that brights your face.

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

He loves coming all over you, not only your pussy. Inar comes buckets, and both of you love it. You love when he plays with his come, fucking it back into you, and when he fills you over and over until your stomach feels distended and you are coming over and over with his eyes never leaving your dripping center.

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

He would get emotional watching baby animal TikTok’s and want to cuddle afterwards, softly rutting his fast growing erection against your ass until he comes all over your back and ass-cheeks. “Just to stop being emotional” is the excuse he uses, but you know he just likes to smell your hair because it brings him comfort, and neither of you can’t avoid being aroused when you are touching the other… so rutting and coming all over the other happens more than you’d expected.

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

He fucked many before you, humans and others, but nobody makes his blood boil as much as yours. Nobody makes him that hard… and nobody takes his knot like you do (orcs can only knot their soulmates after all).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

He loves every position, but he especially loves it when he’s holding you up against the wall or simply in the air, he likes that you aren’t able to fuck yourself on him and he’s in control of every little bit of pleasure you are getting.

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

He likes making you laugh, but he’s not the best making jokes. But everything amuses him, so you are the funniest one in the relationship (which you like because who can be funnier than you? Nobody.)

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

He’s very hairy… and you love it.

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

He would hid it, but he’s a romantic at heart. He enjoys tiny kisses and slow make out sessions, making you feel worshiped and cared for. He would make you dinner and take care of your every need, making sure you know how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He likes jerking off next to you, smelling your arousal as his hand goes up and down his shaft and his other hand is rubbing your tiny clit in slow circles. He loves it even more when you are on your knees in front of him, watching as he jerks his cock in front of his face and paints your face with his come. But truth be told, he enjoys a lot more to be buried deep inside of you.

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

Breeding, knotting, size kink, degrading, edging, bondage, exhibitionism, sharing… He’s a kinky son of an orc.

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

He would fuck you anywhere, everywhere. He doesn’t matter if somebody can hear, if somebody can see, he would even like it a bit more if somebody can see how good he’s making you feel.

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

He loves you so much that every little thing you do is a turn on. You are walking around the house cleaning? He would hug you from behind and rub one off against your ass. You are helping him cook? He would let the food burn because he has you bent over the counter as he eats you out messily.

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

Pain, he enjoys teasing and torturing you, but if you are in pain he would stop. As soon as he smells your distress, he’s stopping on his tracks and making sure you are okay. (Also mayonnaise, he fucking hates that).

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

He’s feral when it comes to eating your pussy, but he likes it even more when he can fuck your sweet human mouth until your makeup is rolling down your cheeks and you are a mess. He takes his time when is his turn, slowly driving you insane orgasm after orgasm, using his big tongue to lick every inch of your pussy and ass, until you are nothing but a limp mess under him.

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

He likes to enjoy you at any pace you let him have you. Hard and fast? Yes. Slow and tortuous? Sure. Hard and slow until you are squirting all over his dick? Hell yeah.

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

If he can have you, he will. He prefers to take his time, but if he can give you pleasure, he won’t hesitate.

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

Inar loves experimenting, he’s a kinky son of an orc.

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

He could go for hours, edging you until you can’t take it anymore and you are crying out for more. He has faster recovery time than most orcs, only a few minutes after his knot goes down, he could go again, knotting you a couple times each session if he can.

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

He enjoys them, but he likes it even more when he can fuck you himself, stretching your pussy with his fingers until he can fit his cock inside your tight heat.

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

He likes to edge you and tease you until you are dripping wet. He doesn’t care when or where, if he can tease you and make you groan, he will.

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

He’s pretty loud, enjoying a good dirty talk, not caring who can hear him.

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

He might be a dirty talking dom who enjoys calling you his slut, but he’s just a big softie who also likes to cuddle and watch Hallmark movies with you (and he enjoys them more than he would accept). He also hates scary movies, to the point of leaving the room if you suggest to watch one.

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

He has a big orc cock, bigger than average even for his species. And his knot is bigger, too, stretching you until your brain short-circuits and you can’t do anything but whimper as he chuckles at you.

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

Anytime, anywhere. He would enjoy your body every hour of the day if he could.

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

He loves having your naked body against his, his protective arms around your body make him feel content and cozy, falling asleep almost instantly.

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Request: Naga hypno-dom bf x chubby fem reader who has a high stress job

Naga x chubby fem!reader || mind control (implied), oral sex, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics (light), double penetration

“Honey, I’m homeeee!” You hear him calling from the door, but you are still a few hours away from finishing your current task even though your head hurts like a bitch. You curse internally, already predicting what is going to happen once he sees you. You promised you wouldn’t overdo it, but your brain is hurting and you have so much to do still...

“In here,” you call out as you hear him washing his long tail in the special naga fountain at the entrance. You lowkey hate that he has to do that everyday, but you also know is better to keep the house clean that way.

He enters the room and stares at you sitting miserably, looking at your screen. “Why are you still working? Weren’t you supposed to finish like an hour ago?” You know that tone, that tone is the worried husband’s tone, the one that says you are about to get punished for working too much.

“Yes, but then something else came up and I…” You try to explain, every word sounds like a poor excuse.

He cuts you: “You need to relax.” His authoritative tone makes your insides twitch, you want to hear more of that tone, but the list of tasks on your screen is screaming at you to keep working until you finish them.

“I need to finish this project before the deadline,” you retort, a bit annoyed by the whole situation.

You want more than anything to join him in a cuddle session and maybe prepare dinner together, but you need to work. It’s a discussion you have over and over, how you work too much and he doesn’t want you to overdo it. He’s seen the worst part of your stressed self, the one that cries before bed and wakes up in the middle of the night with anxiety so bad you can barely breathe.

“You need to relax,” he repeats, lower and slower this time.

You know what he’s doing, you can feel the tickles in the back of your head and the way your body let’s go of the tension. Your shoulders don’t feel rigid anymore, and your whole head stops hurting, a warm caress from the inside out making you a bit dizzy. It feels like a warm bath on a cold day and you feel every cell in your body reacting to his presence.

“But I…” You try to argue without much intent behind your words, but his hand covers your head and you feel the rest of your stress diluting. He chuckles, caressing the side of your face and lowering his towering body to kiss your forehead.

“Relax,” his voice carries a hint of something you can’t pinpoint, but your body obeys. “Now you are going to push your chair back, and you are going to walk to the sofa in the living room. You are going to take your clothes off and you are going to spread those cute human legs completely, holding your legs back so I can have full access to your pretty pussy. Understood?” You nod, your body languid as you do as told, walking into the living room as you leave your clothes behind.

You can hear him picking everything up with a chuckle, mumbling: “Such a good girl when she’s on it…” You can feel the blush covering your cheeks as you position yourself like an offering.

He appears in your field of vision with his hands full of your clothes and his dicks already leaking in front of him. You fucking love that nagas don’t wear clothes most of the time. It’s fucking fantastic that his dicks are inside his body and you can see exactly how excited it makes him to see you all spread and submissive thanks to his touch.

“Look at that, you know how to obey when you want to, don’t you, honey?” You nod, your face burning like hot lava. “Are you comfortable in that position?” You nod again, your body completely relaxed as you hold your legs back. You know in other circumstances you wouldn’t like to be so exposed, but the tickle in your brain is still there, making you feel cozy and warm.

He doesn’t want for an answer, you aren’t sure you can even speak, he lowers his torso and curls his tail under him, the perfect position to…

“Oh fuck!” You can definitely talk, and you can most than definitely curse when his forked tongue finds your clit and both sides of the double tip play with your pear like his life depends on it.

You can feel his smirk against your labia, and it only makes your blood boil faster. You can feel your juices gushing as he licks up and down your clit. Your head is thrown back as he takes his time worshiping your cunt, his clever tongue driving you into the next dimension. And just when you feel like you are about to come… he stops.

“No! No! Continue, please. Please don’t stop!” Your pleas are met with a soft laugh, his body disappearing from between your legs as he slithers to the cupboard next to the table, a bottle of lube appearing in his hand.

“I need to prep your sweet holes, honey, I can’t have you all empty, can I?” You shake your head, desperate for his touch again.

He approaches you slowly, his big body making you feel like a prey as your body relaxes once again. He lowers his head again, the tip of his fangs gracing your clit and making you scream in ecstasy for a second. Is not enough to drive you over the edge, but is more than enough to bring you very close to it. He chuckles again, the cap of the lube very loud as he opens it, squirting some over your asshole.

You let out a yelp, as he pushes two fingers right in. You are used to his rough treatment, and only makes you want to relax more. You know the tingle in your brain has something to do with it, but you don’t care. You can only care about the way his fingers feel inside of you, how good he’s stretching you and how soon he’ll be fully inside.

“What do you want, honey? Tell me what you need.” You beg a little, only pleas leaving your mouth as your legs tremble around his big shoulders. “Words, honey. I need you to say it.”

“I need… I need your cocks. Please. Please. Your cocks!” You know your tone is more than high, you are pretty sure your neighbors across the street can hear you with their monster hearing, but you don’t fucking care.

You feel so empty and so ready to be fucked you can’t care about a thing that is not him. You let out another plea, and he swoons at you, sounding very condescending but only making your pussy wetter. He pushes his torso up, his free hand finding your pussy and pushing three fingers inside.

The combination of fingers in your holes is what does it, sending your body into a fast and rough orgasm that leaves you breathless. You scream his name as he squirts some lube on his cocks, positioning them over your holes and slowly pushing inside.

You tighten around his lengths when he’s halfway in, making him curse over you, a frown appearing on his face. “What a naughty, naughty human…” He reaches down and slaps your clit softly, but with enough force to make you cry out as your pussy gushes around him, adding to the lubrication. He huffs at your reaction, amused. “What a dirty pussy you have, honey… Always so eager to swallow me in…”

His words make your eyes cross, your toes curling next to his shoulders as he pushes the last centimeters inside your welcoming heat. And then your body collapses, another orgasm rushing over you and sending you into a spiral of pleasure. You feel so full, so very full… It’s the best sensation of the world. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you, every time feels as good (or better) than the last.

He grunts over your body, and next thing you know he’s fucking you like a madman, releasing all his frustrations on your poor holes as he drills in and out of you. And it feels fucking phenomenal. He starts chatting then, telling you about how you promised not to overwork, how you promised him that you’d take better care of yourself and you lied… With each statement he pushes further into you, your body folds like a pretzel as he fucks you like a monster, your mouth open in a silent scream as you see white because of the pleasure.

“Are you going to be good now? Are you going to be a good little human and obey when I say so?” You nod eagerly. You’d agree to anything if he keeps fucking you like that.

And then he pinches your clit and you let out a shout so loud you are sure all the birds from the neighborhood just flew away, your whole body seizing under him as he pushes erratically inside of you and fills your holes with enough come to make you feel stuffed like a turkey. You can feel your juices and his come mixing and gushing around his length, the utter mess making it all hotter.

You let out a final sigh as your body shakes one last time, and you melt against the sofa, his big body covering you completely. “Are you relaxed now?” He asks with a little huff against your neck, his tongue caressing your jugular.

“Very…” You respond with a dreamy sigh, your whole body feels languid and spent, and your brain definitely doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just quiet and tranquil, no stress remaining.

Having a naga husband is the perfect way to let your brain shut off… with a little bit of help.

Tentacled

A/N: This is the story I prepared for my Monster Championship finalist! You can read the dragon one over @monstersholygrail account at some point this week, go give her some love, too. Enjoy!

Gn!Tentacle-monster x fem!reader || size difference, dub-com (very light), overstimulation, double penetration, tentacle sex

Once you stepped into the monster’s match event, you didn’t know what was going to happen. You filled a very long quiz about your preferences, and you were a bit shy when you gave it to the monster on the front desk, your face flaming as you checked over your answers… tentacles being the big thing you were looking for after trying all tentacle dildos available in the market. That costed you a little fortune, and you wanted more… you needed more. You didn’t know why, but there was something inside of you that craved that. That craved to be so full of monster that you couldn’t think anymore. And then you saw the event… and you swallowed your embarrassment and signed up.

And there you were, nervous and excited, anticipation boiling inside your tummy and making the butterflies go crazy. You were more than ready to be debauched by a tentacle monster, hopefully.

“Follow me,” a naga with a clipboard said, pointing to her right. She took you down a corridor framed by doors at either side. “It said you didn’t care if the monster could speak your language, is that right?” You nodded. “And you also didn’t mind the gender of your monster, correct?” You nodded again. She checked something over her clipboard and opened a door to her right. You gasped as she said: “This is Al… enjoy?” The naga said, chuckling a little as she moved away, leaving you staring at the biggest monster you’ve ever seen.

The monster did something akin to a chirp, you couldn’t understand any of it but it felt like a greeting, so you raised your hand in a salute. Their big mouth with teeth as sharp as knives opened in a smile, and you shivered, but then the rest of his body moved and you could see the dozens of tentacles dancing around, and your insides clenched. Your body tensed in anticipation as you approached the monster in front of you.

They reached to you carefully, a slimy tentacle touching your hand. You took it, squeezing it in reassurance that you wanted to be there, you craved to be there, to be touched by those tentacles, to be fucked until you couldn’t walk.

And that’s all the signal they needed.

Their tentacles embraced your body as you squirmed a bit, trying to get comfortable over the giant monster under you. It was so much and not at all at the same time, you needed more but didn’t know how to ask for it. The tentacle monster under you was smiling in almost a creepy way, but it only made you feel more aroused, the edge of danger making you as horny as ever.

In a blink, you were naked, and there were tentacles all over your soft skin, caressing and touching, probing and pinching until you were squirming and your pussy was getting wet.

A tentacle teased your asshole, and you were more than glad you prepped before arriving, your asshole already stretched and ready to be fucked into next week. The monster seemed to appreciate it, too, grunting as the tentacle pushed inside slowly, the suckers all over your body adding pressure. You knew you’d be all marked up the next day, and that only made your pussy wetter, clenching over emptiness and making you whimper.

You wanted to scream at them to take you already, to fuck your pussy so deep you could feel them against your cervix. But they didn’t. They only fucked your asshole slowly, the rest of the tentacles caressing your body and sucking everywhere they could. It was exhilarating and wild, and you felt like you were about to burst at any second.

But then another tentacle found your open mouth, gaping in pleasure, and slowly parted your lips, caressing the inside of your cheeks, latching the suckers to your tongue in something akin to a kiss that made you groan around it, your lips closing over it and making the big monster rumble under you.

You sucked hard, and the monster stopped moving, as if you surprised them. You did it again, and the tentacle in your asshole started moving faster, the tip wriggling inside of you and sending a cascade of fluttery sensations down your spine. You tried to scream, but the monster only takes the opportunity to slip the tentacle further down your throat, making you gag a little as you sucked around it.

You felt overwhelmed in the best way possible.

But you still felt so empty with your pussy dripping and empty. You rolled your hips, asking for more, wanting more… And then you felt it. The tip of the biggest tentacle pressing against your warm opening. You moaned, and the monster purred under you. It was so close to fucking your pussy… So close….

You didn’t get a warning before the tentacle pushed deep inside your welcoming heat, tickling your cervix and starting a fast pace that had you moaning and gagging, your body under their control as the rest of the tentacles held you and moved you like a doll. The tentacles fucking every one of your holes plus the ones sucking and pulling at every sensitive place of your body were driving you insane.

There were tentacles everywhere, sucking on your nipples, latching to your clit, fucking every one of your holes as they moved you around… It was everything you desired and more.

You came. And they didn’t stop. They kept fucking you until you were propelled over the edge again. And again. And again. So many times you couldn’t keep count, and you still craved more. It was like the tentacles unlocked something more inside of you. It was too much, but you couldn’t get enough. You were spiraling into a pleasure you never knew existed…

And then everything exploded into a thousand stars behind your closed eyelids as pleasure ripped through your body and made you scream around the tentacle buried down your throat. It was even better than the orgasms you had before, bigger and stronger in a way you didn’t even know could be possible. It was like your whole body changed around the tentacles holding and fucking your body. It was earth-shattering, it was just… indescribable and better than you could ever imagine.

The monster grunted, a low vibration that drove you further into pleasure as you felt warm release filling your holes, washing over your body as every tentacle around you released a clear warm substance that tingled your skin and made you more sensitive to touch. You screamed as the tentacle in your mouth pulled back, your voice getting hoarse as wave after wave of heat ran down your body, your breathing erratic and your lower holes clenching over the tentacles still filling your insides.

You closed your eyes for a second, your brain going blank as your body seized with pleasure. By the time you came back down, you were still stuffed, but the tentacles weren’t moving anymore, only caressing your gross skin, covered in fluids.

You were trying to get your breathing under control when you heard it. “You were perfect, my mate,” the voice sounded inside your brain and you let out a screech.

“You… You just talked inside my head,” you let out with a manic laugh, still a bit breathless and sore all over.

“A communication only reserved to true mates, my love, my lovely human…” They said, their tentacles once again caressing your bruised skin. You shivered when more tentacles joined, probing your tender holes again. “Do you need more? Do you crave me as I crave you, my mate?”

You could only nod as the tentacles pushed inside of you once again and your brain melted in pleasure.

Blood pressure control

Request: I see comments like "oh with a dick that big they'd pass out whenever they get hard" sometimes and it gave me an idea. instead of blood pressure that gets too low when hard, they have chronic high blood pressure that only normalizes when hard. in this scenario they would be hard and horny 24/7 if they didnt take medication to lower their blood pressure. of course this means you don't want to be near one of them when their meds wear off, lest you want to get jumped on and used as a toy until they can orgasm and get their blood pressure down again.

Werewolf x fem!reader || body modification (lowkey), feral sex, breeding, cum-inflation (lowkey)

You aren’t really prepared for what dating a werewolf really means.

At first you thought it would be fun (which it is), but you weren’t expecting what would happen when he stopped medicating. Turns out, werewolves have a blood pressure problem which makes them very likely to have heart attacks unless they take their medicine… or they are chronically hard. Most werewolves choose the first one, and so does your lovely boyfriend. A pill a day and he’s the most amazing and loving partner, pampering you with affection until everyone around you is almost disgusted about how cute you are.

But then the pharmacy runs out of pills.

And then you find what dating a werewolf actually means.

You are used to him waking up with a hard on, that’s normal, even your human partners woke up horny… But they are nothing compared with a werewolf. He doesn’t only wake up horny, but he wakes up with a thirst for you that is completely unmatched. He ruts against your ass and gropes your boobs as you are half-asleep, your body reacting as you grind your ass back into his erection. And that sets him on.

Before you can blink you are on your back and your pj’s are in tatters, flaying over his shoulder as he growls, his fangs completely elongated and his knot visibly twitching as he rubs it against your wet pussy. He rubs his claw against your clit, making you moan as he gets you ready for his dick. He looks harder and bigger, you don’t know how to explain it, but he just does. You are panting by the time he slips two fingers inside of you, clenching around them and asking for more.

He delivers, pushing the tip of his cock against your opening for a second before he pushes it all the way in. You scream his name as he sets a punishing pace, he had never been so feral with you before, and you are fucking loving it. He fucks you like a piston, his body moving like the monster he is as he grunts and growls, biting your neck and shoulders, sucking on your nipples and licking you everywhere he can reach.

He’s using your body like a personal fuck doll, grabbing your hips and helping himself into your welcoming heat as you come. He comes too, filling you up. He knots you about three times before you lose count, filling you over and over to the point that you feel like you could burst. But he can’t stop, and neither do you. You keep fucking for what feels like an eternity, but he never gets soft, he only keeps pumping you full as you have orgasm after orgasm, almost ripping them off your body as he rubs your clit and fucks you carelessly.

Neither of you are expecting your claws to get longer and your fangs to elongate, something very rare between werewolf mates. You scratch his back as he pounds into you, your body bouncing as he uses you like a fleshlight and your teeth find his neck, biting down hard and making him come inside of you once again. You feel messy, your lower abdomen bulging as he delivers shot after shot of come.

You can’t even process what’s happening, your brain transforming and your body changing as he fucks you dumb. You are barely aware that it means you are not only mates, but perfectly attuned to each other. It’s… something else. And it makes you so fucking happy that you can’t avoid the orgasm that rips through your body, creaming all over his dick as he screams your name and pushes his fat knot inside your welcoming heat.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 11)

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

He did send the cat pic.

About a dozen cat pics to be exact.

And then he proceeded to go to the gym and avoid his phone until hours have passed and you had answered a bunch of heart-eyes emojis and a couple questions about his cat. He was more than happy to answer everything you asked, he was happy to do anything you asked. He was completely infatuated with you, and he couldn’t care less. He was half in love with you already, mates or no mates, you were just perfect for him. With each little joke, each emoji, each tiny message… He spent the day in a daze.

That was yesterday, and he’s been having the time of his life texting with you. Every time his phone rings, he can’t contain the big smile on his face, or the way his heart tries to escape his chest to go look for his mate, for you. He tries to remain calm, telling himself he would see you soon enough, already made arrangements to pick his nephew up today so he could see you again.

The whole caregiver-mate is giving his sister the time of her life, making it extra easy for her to work and do all the stuff she needs to. Like, don’t get him wrong, he likes helping his family, but if it wasn’t because of you, he wouldn’t be as happy to offer himself to pick the kid up every single day. Even if he loved the kid.

He worked for a bit, his boss more than amused that he was checking his phone every few minutes. That also couldn’t be possible if he didn’t work for his brother, who was also very aware of how it felt when an orc found his mate. His brother Ekaitz, younger than him but a lot smarter, founded a tech company a couple years back. Unax only worked there as a handyman, fixing whatever he needed (which was a lot more than somebody would expect).

Ekaitz found his mate a couple years back, and was completely devastated when they died in a car accident not long after. That’s why his company was so successful, though, he threw himself to his work and made it big, a true workaholic. He earned enough money to hire Unax, and another of his sisters, Alaia. Did that mean they condoned nepotism? Not really, but it served him right and made it easier for all of them to be happy and spend time together. Orcs loved family, and they needed each other close. Especially when something as tragic as losing a mate happened.

But that was in the past, and in his present… there’s you.

And another text message pops on his screen and making him smile so big he feels his cheeks hurting. Ekaitz makes a disgusted sound, flicking his ear when he passes by and telling him to stop looking so fucking happy, it’s disturbing. Unax only laughs, knowing his brother is only joking.

He spends the rest of the day between tasks and texts, the smile never leaving his mouth as you keep texting him. And then he starts to form a plan. He needs to ask you on a proper date, not the weird encounters you two had had so far. He wants to make you feel special in a way only orcs can do, he needs to show you how worthy he is of your affection.

Before he realizes, it’s time to go. It’s time to go see you. He speeds a bit more than necessary on his way, but he doesn’t really care, the only thing that matters is that he can get there a bit early. He walks to the door where you are already waiting with a bunch of screaming kids, some of them talking excitedly and some of them just enjoying the afternoon sun in silence.

Not his nephew, though, his nephew is holding your hand and pulling at it, pointing his way and talking rapidly. He can’t figure out what you or his nephew are saying, but when he gets closer, he stops caring, because he can smell your natural perfume, he can see the way you blush under his eyes and the way your tiny smile brights up your eyes.

“Hello there, are you ready to go, buddy?” He asks the baby orc, who jumps happily and grabs his hand. He’s trying to calm his racing heart, repeating once more the words he thought to ask you out.

But your voice stops his train of thought. “H-hi Unax, ni- nice to see you,” you stutter, blushing harder and making your cheeks look as rosy as the crunchiest apple. And he fucking loves apples.

All the words he repeated in his head fly out the window, his brain blank and a knot forming in his throat. He’s looking at you and trying not to fidget with the hem of his shirt like he was a blushing teenager. But that’s exactly how you make him feel, like a dumb teen that can’t hold himself together in front of his crush.

He takes a deep breath, pleading his heart to slow down. “Would you… Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks, scratching the back of his head, trying not to panic as you stare at him for what feels like an eternity but is probably only a couple seconds.

You smile up at him, your cheeks rosy with shyness as you mumble a short: “Yes.”

He fist pumps the air without realizing, embarrassment washing over him as you giggle. Fuck, he can’t stop acting stupid in front of you, can he?

Goblin sexcapade (part 2)

Request: The Goblin smut awakened something in me, and now I crave more 👀 😳

A/N: Previous story can be found here. This is (kind of) a second part to that one. Enjoy!

Goblin x fem!reader

After you found the goblin camp, or more like they found you in the goblin camp, your body was sticky and spent, your pussy dripping come down your legs as you walked back to the human settlement with a smile on your lips. It was the best experience of your life, and you can’t wait for it to happen again.

That’s how you found yourself walking back to their camp the next day. You can already hear them cutting wood and screaming at each other, and your body starts to tremble in anticipation. You strip your clothes, leaving them somewhere in the forest, you aren’t worried about it. You don’t care at all about your clothes when your whole body is already craving to be fucked and filled, pinched and probed until you are orgasming so many times you can’t even keep your eyes open during some of it.

You crave a bacchanal, and you are sure they are expecting you, because the second you cross the tree line into their camp, they all stop what they are doing and look at you directly. One of them mumbles something along the lines “she’s her again, what a good human whore…” and they all laugh. You only smile, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples, teasing them.

Just like yesterday, they get to you in an instant, their little bodies hitting your taller one with such force that you are falling to the ground. But they don’t let you stay there, they carry you to the biggest tent they have and lay you over some pelts, letting you enjoy the soft fabric for a total of two seconds before there’s a circle of goblins descending over you and latching their mouths to every part of your body they can reach. You scream in pleasure, your pussy already dripping.

There’s oil being poured onto your holes, and then there’s dicks, smaller than humans, but so much better, angled exactly right to hit your G-spot with each thrust. And then your hips are being lifted, and there’s another dick in your ass, and you are opening your mouth to scream but somebody fills your mouth, too. You are being fucked in every hole, and your eyes are rolling back into your head at the insane pleasure your body is under.

They fuck you for hours, and you enjoy every second of it, until you are a mess of fluids and they have had their fill. You are there, laying down and smiling at them as someone helps you clean out some of the mess… You whine, not wanting to forget any of it, and they shush you with a chuckle, tiny hands massaging your sore muscles until you melt, tiny fingers rubbing your clit with some of the come dripping down your holes as lube. It’s filthy and hot, and another orgasm is dragged out of your tired body as you moan, unable to scream anymore.

You know you should leave… But they don’t let you leave, fucking you senseless every time you even suggest it, and you end up smiling on a sex coma. You just became a good human pet for a bunch of goblins, and you can’t be happier about it.

Facehuggers 2.0

Request: I'm absolutely begging for more facehugger stuff <333

A/N: You can find my other short story about facehuggers here. Hope Patreon doesn't take this one down (not really hopeful about that).

Facehuggers x gn!reader || tw: dub-con

You’ve been running for what feels like an eternity, but every time you stop you can hear the crawlers behind you, their tiny feet echoing through the empty ship. You are the last standing, or at least you think so. You haven’t seen anybody in a few hours, and you can’t even hear voices anymore. There were screams, and then complete silence, and now you are… alone. And being followed by the tiny creatures that you might or might not have felt strongly about before (you totally have). You don’t know what’s about them, you just know that the weird images of the facehuggers stirred something inside your body that couldn’t be named. It was too taboo, it was too dirty to say it out loud… But hearing their feet from all directions doesn’t make you scared exactly, there’s an edge of fear, but it’s mostly arousal boiling low in your belly.

Then you feel it. One of their bodies colliding against the back of your legs, propelling you face down to the ground. But you don’t get to hit it, some of their bodies stopping the fall. And then they carry you away, suspended over their bodies until you are in a room full of them, you count over twenty around the walls and floor, all of them directed at you.

And then it starts.

They’re clawing up your body, tearing your clothes and scratching your naked skin in the best way possible. You start to feel desperate, and when one of them bites you, you feel a surge of heat so high, you feel like you are boiling from the inside out. It’s perverted, and filthy, and you can’t get enough. One of them is over your face, and before you can open your mouth to scream, a protrusion enters your mouth, going as deep as possibly as it starts to fuck your throat and you moan around it. You can’t see them, but you can feel their protrusions over your body, rubbing and pinching, grunting and growling around you. And when one of them finds your hole, you groan so loudly around the one in your mouth that you feel their come, slimy and hot spilling down your throat. It pulls back and you take a couple deep breaths before another one fills it’s place. You moan around it, the one in your hole going faster and faster until you feel come deep inside you, too. And still you can’t get enough. You grind your hips up, waiting more, expecting more. And they deliver. You moan around the ones in your mouth, as they are replaced over and over until you are a mess of pleasure and come, all your body sticky with their slimy substance as you orgasm over and over, the heat consuming you completely.

Gym slut: the worship

A/N: Hi darling, we are rapidly approaching the end of this story and it’s hurting my feelings to know so, but also makes me really happy bc once is finished I’m going to (after editing) publish it. I’m planning maybe two parts more of this story, and then it will be done. I’ll be revisiting them to add some snippets of their lives together, but the main plot will be done. I’m so very excited to keep going on this road and have you with me, so yeah… enough emotions. I just wanted to thank y’all for making this possible. <3

Inar x fem!reader || oral sex, dirty talk (lowkey), degradation (lowkey), overstimultion, squirting, this is basically porn with feelings

As soon as you arrived to your apartment building, he was walking around the car and grabbing you, bridal style. You tried not to giggle, feeling like a damsel in distress with his big arms around your body, his biceps bulging next to your head.

You gave up and did what you wanted most: you bite him. He grunted, looking down at you with a warning look as you smiled up at him and did it again. “Watch it, slut, you are hurt and I’m supposed to take care of you, so be good so I don’t have to punish you.” His words meant nothing. You knew it wasn't hurting him, because he flexed more, expecting another. You did it again, your hand joining and squeezing his muscles. He was just so fucking strong… ugh. You were a little bit crazy about it.

“What if I want to be punished?” He grunted again, squeezing your body against his as you giggled like a madwoman. It was so fun to be with him, so carefree and… calm. He made you feel happy in a way that nothing else had before. It was a quiet happiness, one that made your heart full. The three words you wanted to say were at the tip of your tongue...

But he distracted you enough not to blurt it out. “Don’t tempt me, you evil woman. You are injured. You are injured. You are injured,” he repeated.

You laughed again. “Are you repeating it to me or to yourself?”

He looked down at you, waiting patiently as you rummaged through your purse and opened the door. “I’m repeating it so I don’t bend you over the sofa and fuck you until you have so sass left in you,” he told you as soon as he crossed the threshold. (You tried not to think how similar to wedding traditions it felt.) Your pussy clenched and you let out a tiny whimper.

“Where’s the shower?” He asked next, walking into your living room without letting you down at all.

“In the bathroom,” you deadpanned, feeling extra bratty today. .

He frowned, but you could see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lip. “Don’t be a smart-ass.”

“In my bedroom, last door to the left.” He walked you there, not letting you down until he slowly sat you on the bed. He started to undress in front of you, his scrubs hitting the floor as you stared at his abs, mouth watering. “What are you doing?” You asked, not bothered by any of it, very much enjoying the show.

He pulled at the hem of your shirt and you let him take it off, breathing a bit faster when his eyes landed on your bra and he grunted. “I need a shower, and you need a shower… easy solution.”

“Is that so?” You asked him, reaching around your body and unclasping the bra. Your boobs sprung free as you tossed the bra over your shoulder. His eyes were fixated on your boobs and you felt powerful.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them he was looking over your head. “I don’t know if I like your bratty side.”

You smirked, leaning forward so you could grab the waistband of his boxers and tug a little. “You don’t? I think you like it very much…” You looked pointedly at his very noticeable hard on, clearly visible through the fabric of his boxers.

“Don’t look at it, you make it excited,” he said, faking embarrassment as he covered himself making you laugh so hard you had to hug your middle.

When you finally recovered your breathing, he was looking down at you, still half naked and with such a tender expression on his face that you felt your heart beat a little bit faster. He helped you remove the rest of your clothes, not commenting on your leopard pattern panties as he threw them somewhere. He pulled down his underwear and you swallowed hard, licking your lips. He grunted again, mumbling something under his breath that sounded a lot like “you are a good orc, remember that” as you laughed.

He grabbed you again, and walked to the bathroom, almost kicking the door down, making you chuckle. He sat you on the toilet as he turned on the water and helped you in slowly, reminding you not to put too much weight on your ankle.

He shielded the worst of the cold water from you, only turning you around when it was warm enough, his big body covering your back almost completely. He helped you clean up, holding your body against his, all his green naked skin slippery against your soft pink one as he slowly shampooed your hair, massaging your scalp until you felt your legs give out under you.

He caught you with a chuckle. “That good?” You nodded, your whole body relaxed.

He applied your favorite conditioner and proceeded to get you completely clean… with his hands. He massaged your body like his life depended on it, as you held onto his shoulders.

“Let me wash your hair, too,” you asked, using your pouty lips against him until he sighed, kneeling in front of you like a slave in front of his master.

You didn’t know why, but the movement made you feel all kinds of fluttery inside. You very carefully shampooed his hair, taking especial care around his pointy ears and making him almost purr with pleasure.

“That good?” You teased, and he grabbed onto your hip, squeezing in warning and making you laugh.

It was cozy and happy, not exactly sexual but building up to it, it was intimate. You were wet, and he was hard… but it felt like building up to the main event instead of the unstoppable passion that always drove your encounters. Which were always great, but this pace, this slow built up and tenderness was making you as horny as any dirty talk.

You helped each other rinse between kisses and soft touches. Then Inar handed you a towel and sat you on the toilet as he dried himself in front of you. His dick was hard, bobbing around comically as you dried yourself slowly, your mouth watering and your pussy tingling in anticipation. You didn’t know what he had planned, but you knew that glint in his eyes very well… and it always ended with you shivering after multiple orgasms.

He carried you back to bed, completely naked and with his hair still wet, little droplets falling on his shoulders and down his chest, making you thirsty. He broke your horny thoughts: “Does your ankle still hurt?” He looked worried, a little frown on his face.

“Just a little,” you told him, flexing it a bit to show him it wasn’t too bad.

He hummed, kneeling over you. “Okay, I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen here.” You nodded, caressing his arm and squeezing his bicep because you just loved how jacked he was. “I’m going to kiss every inch of you, and then I’m going to eat your slutty pussy until I’ve had my fill. You don’t get to decide when it’s enough, is that clear?” You nodded again. Your hands found his wet hair, caressing it until he moaned. It was so soft. “Stop distracting me, you smell so good right now, fuck…” He closed his eyes, breathing in as if it pained him, his dick twitching against your stomach, making you giddy.

“What do I smell like?” You asked, pulling lightly at his hair just to hear him moan again.

He opened his eyes slowly, and looked at you with emotions you couldn’t name, a tiny smile on the corner of his lips, framed with his beautiful tusks. “Like sunshine and happiness, but also like horniness and desire. It drives me insane.” His words made you gasp, and he only smiled. Not a smirk, not a teasing smile, but the softest expression ever as he positioned his body over yours and started slowly caressing every inch of your body he could reach.

He kissed down your neck, open mouthed kisses that felt incredible with the pressure of his tusks against your soft skin. He grunted at every taste, his tongue caressing your skin as if he was mapping it. He was being too slow, though, so you pulled at his hair, moving your hips trying to get him to go faster, to do something more…

He didn’t bulge.

He held you down as you squirmed, happiness radiating out of every one of your pores as he kept traveling down, each little kiss on your skin feeling like a promise and making your whole body react to him. You were wet, so, so wet. But in a way that you never experienced with him before. It was a low shimmer heat, not the high heat, fast arousal you were used to. It was quiet and calm, but not less intense. It was throwing you a bit off balance as he touched your body little by little, his frown of concentration making you want to kiss him senseless.

You giggled when his soft hair tickled your tummy as he dipped his tongue in your belly button. “What are you doing?”

“Savoring you,” he simply answered, continuing his movements south.

And when you thought he was finally going to get to the best part… he skipped it and grabbed one of your legs. Kissing the inside of your knee and ascending. And stopping right when he was getting close to your pussy, doing the same with the other leg.

By the time his breath was caressing your vulnerable flesh, you were dripping wet. And still he took his sweet time, tracing every tiny millimeter of your pussy with his tongue, his tusks framing it perfectly, making you feel every little movement he did.

He licked up and down and sideways, you didn’t know where you ended and his tongue began, he was all over, and you still needed more. You begged and moaned, and he still didn’t do anything, he rested his forearm across your lower abdomen pinning you to the bed as he did as promised: he took his fill.

The first orgasm caught you both off guard, washing over you like the sun on a cold winter day. It was intense and deep, not as explosive as others, but left you so relaxed he slipped two of his big fingers right in your pussy. You moaned, oversensitive but feeling so good you couldn’t tell him to do anything different.

He slowly finger-fucked you, his tongue and lips making out with your clit until you felt like you were on th edge again. The second he curled his fingers and pressed against your G-spot, you were gone. You screamed his name and pulled at his hair as you came and came.

He didn’t stop, sucking and moaning on your flesh as if you were his favorite dessert and he was staring. You came down from the orgasm, just to be greeted by another one, rocking your body and making your back arch as his fingers pressed more insistently to your G-spot. You could feel the next orgasm at the tip of your conscience, your toes curling and your body vibrating…

And then you squirted.

He grunted against your flesh, not pulling away but opening his mouth, swallowing as much as he could as he kissed and licked and milked every little bit of pleasure out of your body.

Once you were done and your body was limp on the bed, he let go of your legs, kissing up your body until he was devouring your mouth and you were making out intensely. He mumbled praises against your lips that you couldn’t understand, but you didn’t care, you were blissed out completely.

He helped you up, sitting you on a chair that was filled with clothes that he threw to the ground. He mumbled something about picking that up later as he asked you about sheets, your brain still offline after such intense round of orgasms. He changed the sheets as you stared at his naked body moving around, all that green skin moving and flexing, making you hungry.

You were still breathing hard when he picked you up again, laying next to you in bed, not saying anything about his still hard dick. “What about you? Let me…” You made grabby hands towards his dick and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Tomorrow you can do everything you want to me, but this was about you. It’s all about you,” his words sounded like a declaration, and you couldn’t argue with him, because he was so very warm cuddling you. You rested your head against his chest, tracing patters in his chest hair as you slowly closed your eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered against his pecs… and fell asleep.

You didn’t hear his heart skipping a beat, or saw his pale face when he realized he might have a problem between his hands…

Werewolf boyfriend NSFW Alphabet

A/N: This is inspired by the wonderful @davinawritings, here’s her orc boyfriend alphabet, and I decided to do the werewolf one because I do love a good werewolf… (lil disclaimer: I haven’t run this thru the corrector bc I was in a rush, so sorry if something is incorrect!) Enjoy!

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

Werewolf boyfriend loves to snuggle against you as his knot goes down, preferably over you until you feel like you are almost going to suffocate. He puts you on your side after a while, his big paws resting over your lower belly so he can feel the tip of his dick pressing there. Doesn’t matter how much you whine, he only chuckles and rubs your clit again and again until you are clenching over his knot with another orgasm. But when his knot finally goes down, he doesn’t clean your right away, pushing his come back inside of you again and again until you are coming again, too tired to move. Only then he takes his huge ass tongue and cleans you up, if he makes you come again… that’s just a perk for him. (Also loves to cuddle after everything, but by then you are fast asleep.)

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

His favorite part of you are your hips, the perfect squeeziness for him to grab onto as he pounds you from behind. His favorite part of himself are his teeth, always ready to bite your neck to remind you who you belong to.

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

Werewolf boyfriend comes buckets, and wants to keep every little drop inside your tight cunt if he can. But he also loves to come every part of your body, leaving you dripping as he rubs his come onto your body so you never stop smelling like him. Bonus points if you let him come on your panties and put them back on around the house, knowing you are sticky with his come always makes him extra feral in bed… and you love that.

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

He likes to play fetch, but if you tell anybody he would deny it.

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

He fucked many before you, but no pussy was as tight as yours and no mouth made him want to fuck into their throats as yours do.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

He loves it doggy style, duh.

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

Werewolf boyfriend is the silliest monster. He loves being Goofy around you (pun intended bc dog, haha). He cracks jokes every chance he gets, always loving to make you laugh.

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

He’s hairy as fuck… and you love it.

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

He loves gifting you little things he finds in his runs. A rock shaped as a heart? He’s bringing it to you. A cute little flower that matches your dress? He would get it. Trying to bake a cake just because you were craving sweets? He’ll try… and fail.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He likes jerking off on you. He always thought he wouldn’t be like those possessive wolves that make their mates smell like come 24/7, but now that he’s with you he’s changed his mind. He comes on you every time he can, he obviously prefers to knot you until you are crying, but he also enjoys coming over your pussy and rubbing your clit with his come as lube.

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

Size kink, knotting, predator/prey, marking, watersports… You name it, he probably has it.

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

He would fuck you anywhere, everywhere. He doesn’t matter if somebody can hear, if somebody can see, if he has a hard dick, he wants to stick it in you, and if he can’t… then you might need to find a secluded place as soon as possible.

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

He loves you so much that every little thing you do is a turn on. You are walking around the house cleaning? He would hug you from behind and rub one off against your ass. You are helping him cook? He would let the food burn because he has you bent over the counter as he eats you out messily.

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

Seeing you even a little bit sad. If you watch a sad cat video, he would insist on you throwing the phone to the side and cuddling with you until you are warm and smell “correct”, aka happy, again.

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

He’s feral when it comes to eating your pussy, enjoying it a lot more than you expected, always wanting to lick you clean after fucking, waking you up with his huge tongue between your legs, pleasuring you in the shower… If he doesn’t eat you out at least a couple times a day, his day is not complete.

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

He likes hard and fast, but when you are getting there, he likes to slow down, drag your orgasm out until you are begging, just to knot you and feel every single squeeze of your tight pussy around his knot.

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

Anywhere, anytime… If he can get his cock or tongue in you, he’s gonna. But he prefers when he has time, so he can knot you good and hard.

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

They would do and try anything that you suggest trying. He’s a firm believer of trying everything at least once, and most times than not, he ends up liking it.

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

He can go for hours during the full moon, but on a normal day, he sticks to one knot in the morning and one at night.

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

He loves to be pegged.

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

He likes to edge you until you are begging and messy, so he can slip his knot inside of you without stretching you out first.

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

He’s very loud, but he tries to muffle his sounds biting your neck. Doesn’t really work, but his whines and grunts always make you wetter, so it works for him.

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

Werewolf boyfriend acts though around other wolves, but in reality he’s just a big softie who cries watching Disney movies.

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

He has an average sized cock (for a werewolf), but a knot wider than others, making you stretch around him until it feels almost painful, but always gives you the strongest orgasms. His cock is dark at the base, and pinkish-reddish at the tip, getting shiny as soon as he gets hard, dripping copious amounts of precome.

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

Again: anytime, anywhere.

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

He enjoys watching you sleep after (like a total creep).

A/N: Hi darlings, would you like for me to do this with some of my OCs? I think it would be really fun? Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in and who do you want for me to do first?

Traveling monsters (part 2)

Part 1 here.

They haven’t figured it out yet, the fact that you aren’t only there because you are a poor lost human. You enjoy every second of their attention, washing over you like a caress as they touch you all over. It’s exhilarating and funny at the same time, the poor monsters thinking you are nothing but a dumb human, but you are having the time of your life.

Every time one of them decides to rub one off on you, every time they “accidentally” rip your shirt so your boobs would spring out and bounce with the movement of the horse… You only have to look at them with pouty lips, and you have a dozen of monsters hard and dripping, ready to fuck you. But you don’t let them, keeping them needy and desperate for your tight human pussy. Because the second you whimper because something is too heavy, they help. The second you complain because the food is too boring, they hunt you better prey…

They keep giving you praises as if you were a pet, and you smile up at them, casually rubbing their hard dicks with your hand and telling them how big they were (they loved to be reminded about the size difference).

They fight over who gets to sleep with you, fully knowing that means free groping time as you pretend to be asleep, and they rub their dicks and paws all over your welcoming soft body. You wake up with a dripping cunt and you have to walk with your legs pressed together to the river, where you get yourself off as some of them try to hide their huge bodies behind trees. You hide your smile as you hear their grunts, rubbing faster until you can hear the pants and you explode into a million pleasure pieces.

And they definitely keep using your soft round body as a stress toy, pinching, groping and rubbing every part they can, passing you from lap to lap so you could move your hips over their hard dicks. At the end of the night, you are always messy, your clothes pretty much torn apart as they dig holes to slip their dick and rub it against your skin.

Whoever said playing dumb would get you everything you wanted was completely right. It’s just like having a bunch of pet monsters ready to do everything you ask for only because they love your little human body. And you can’t be happier about it.P

Character art

Hi there my lovelies, I want to make the art commissions a bit more stable and post at least one per month, so it occured to me that you might want to see someone in particular next march, so here's the poll.

(Also, full disclaimer, the timing might depend on the artist, and if I have a bit of extra money I'd probably commission more than one)

Under the desk

Patreon Commission for Nina

Request: streamer!Reader has a game going and their monster bf (dealer's choice!) comes in without paying attention/doesn't care/etc. solely to pay you back for some teasing earlier that morning?

A/N: Couldn’t hold myself back from the joke that there’s a troll under the… desk. Lol. Enjoy!

Troll x fem!reader || oral sex, teasing, edging, orgasm denial (lowkey)

You feel a hot caress against the outside of your leg and you jerk up, kicking your feet and covering your mouth so your chuckle is not heard over the mic. You look down to see your boyfriend there, kneeling under the desk and looking as cute and adorable as ever. You arch an eyebrow at him, happy that your camera is turned off right now because you don’t want people noticing something is happening.

He puts a finger over his lips, a clear sign that he wants you to be quiet. He takes his phone out of his pocket and sends you a quick text. It reads “don’t make a sound, I think it’s time for you to pay”. You look down at him, excusing yourself on the mic for a second.

“Excuse me for a second, I need to let my cat out of the room,” you lie. There’s a flood of messages on your chat, many people asking for you to show the cat, some others telling you it’s okay… But you are already looking at your boyfriend under the desk. “Pay for what? I didn’t do anything to you!” You try not to sound too offended, but you fail. You are offended.

“First: you kicked me two seconds ago,” he tells you, his mouth frowning on a cute blueish pout.

You chuckle caressing the side of his face. “Aww, poor troll, did your human girlfriend hurt you?” You use your most condescending and teasing tone, laughing harder when he growls.

“That’s a second offense there, girlfriend.” His tone is borderline dark, and you have to press your thighs together to avoid whimpering. Fuck, he knows exactly what that tone does to you.

“You didn’t explain what I did!” You tell him when he grabs both of your ankles, parting your legs slowly.

He stops, looking up at you with a smirk and dark eyes. “You walked around the house with those tiny shorts tempting me as I was at a meeting, now is my turn to tease you.”

You are shocked by his words, what does he mean? He gifted you those shorts! “What? I was wearing your gift!” You know he’s not buying your lie, a green eyebrow arched as he smirks. You did put on those shorts on to tease him as he was in a video-call with his boss. And you might have moved your ass a bit more than necessary in front of him as you passed. Guess you aren’t as subtle as you thought.

“Turn on the mic, and don’t let your followers know what is happening under the desk. If you are good I’ll even let you come…” You shiver at his promise, knowing fully well what he’s capable off. He’d played with you countless times, and some of those, when you had been particularly bratty, he’d edged you until you were crying. (You loved when that happened.)

“But I…” You try to argue again, not really putting any effort behind it. Your pussy is already wet just thinking about him playing with you under the desk as nobody notices. It scratches a part of your exhibitionism kink you didn’t know you had.

He grunts: “Now, darling.” And your whole body melts, your legs parting as you comply.

You turn the mic on and start talking about some stupid thing that happened when you went shopping a couple days ago, a naga almost running you over with a shopping cart. There’s laughter on your chat as you sort out the different things you need for your trip to the mine in the game.

He caresses your legs, softly inhaling against your skin and kissing every inch of skin he can, getting closer and closer to your center as you try not to sound breathless over the mic. People seem obvious to what’s happening under your desk, and you can feel your pulse accelerating by the idea of somebody realizing. You don’t want that… but the thought of it makes you want to moan.

His rough tongue hits your pussy suddenly, and you have to bite your lip hard not to let out a sound. Your character in the game moves to the side and the chat asks what’s happening. You let out a giggle, telling them you accidentally pinched your side with the chair and you can feel the huff of silent laughter against your most sensitive skin as your troll boyfriend laughs. The fucker…

He starts slow as you keep playing, talking about non-sense and trying to keep using your cheerful tone. His tongue feels divine against your hole, you can feel the gush of juices running down your pussy just to be caught by his dexterous tongue. You have to bite your lip a couple times to avoid letting out a loud moan.

Every time you stop talking, he stops his ministrations, and you have to hold back a whimper and a plea. You try to remain focused, but you know you are fucking it up, some low level monsters almost killing you as you fumble with the mouse to change from your pickaxe to your sword.

You move your hips against his face, trying to rub your clit with his nose and he nips at your labia, making you jump a little. A warning. You can’t take as much as you want, he’s the one in control… The reminder only makes you want to do it again, but he uses one of his hands to anchor you to the chair.

He pushes two big fingers inside of you, stretching you as he finger-fucks your welcoming pussy. You are praying to whoever is listening that the lewd sounds of your wet pussy aren’t being caught by your mic, but at that point you aren’t sure you even care.

You try to remain cheerful, but with each movement of his fingers in and out of you, you can feel your climax getting closer and closer, his rough tongue feels amazing against your clit and you are seconds away from coming.

He pinches the outside of your thigh, pushing you away from your impeding climax, and making you let out a low whine that has your face turning as red as a tomato as he stops his movements, looking up at you and someone in the chat lets out a thousand questions about what’s happening.

That happens at least ten more times. You don’t know how much time passes, you only know the feel of his tongue against your pussy and his fingers rubbing against your G-spot. With each second, you are more incoherent, and your movements are more sharp. Your brain is jelly as you keep talking, making every single noob mistake you can as he edges you, denying your orgasm every time you feel it coming.

You are desperate and trembling, your brain disconnected when you decide enough was enough. “Fuck,” you mumble, and then louder you say: “Sorry guys, an emergency came up, see you tomorrow!” You rush out as you close all windows on your computer and let out the longest and most lewd sound ever.

Your troll looks up at you with amusement in his eyes, his fingers curling inside of you as he rubs your G-spot over and over. Your eyes roll back into your head and you push your legs over his shoulders, grabbing his hair and pushing his head harder against your needy pussy.

“Please, please, please… I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be good. Let me come, please!” You know your words mean nothing, but when he pulls back a fraction just to say: “Come for me,” you are done.

Your hips rock against his face, and the second his tongue makes contact with your clit, you are coming all over his face, gushing juices all over and screaming at the top of your lungs. The orgasms with him are always incredible, but after all the teasing and edging, that one is earth-shattering.

He chuckles when you come down from your high, probably looking pathetic and sweaty. “I know you lied, darling, I know you won’t be good for me.” He cleans some of the mess you made with his hand, taking licking your juices off it as you pant.

“But you love when I’m bratty,” you let out in a whisper. You feel boneless, your whole body spent as he pushes back your chair and stands up between your legs. His hips are at face level now, and you are already salivating thinking about the possibilities.

“Yeah… I really do. Now… What are you going to do about this,” he points down at his very hard and very angry-looking blueish dick.

You smirk up at him, not getting up from the chair as you open your mouth and look at him from under your lashes. He smirks, grabbing your head with his big hand and feeding you his cock.

Yeah, you’d definitely would do it again if this is the punishment you get.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 10)

A/N: Hello there, my lovelies. This time we have chat combo from Unax’s phone, plus a bit more story from reader’s POV. Do you like this format (text image + shorter story) or do you prefer the updates I was bringing before? Let me know, and as always: enjoy!

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

You stared at your phone for hours, trying to figure out what to tell him. You did want to see his cat, but at the same time… You were a bit scared you wouldn’t know how to follow the conversation once he sent the pic of his cat. Your brain was going a thousand miles per minute, trying to decipher if you should tell him something more, or maybe prepare some kind of mental script… And before you realized it was midnight and you were still up, way past your normal bedtime.

You wake up the next day with a huge headache and being late for work, rushing through your morning routine and not even having time to prepare your lunch. So it’s a bit past noon, when you tell your boss you need to run to the supermarket to get something to eat. She smiles at you, a spark in her eyes that tells you she knows perfectly well what is happening with you. But she says nothing, and you are happy about it.

You are waiting in line for the check-up when you remember about the message. Shit. You left him on read. Fuck.

Without thinking about it twice, you respond that you’d love to see his cat, and it takes him less than two minutes to respond. That makes you feel giddy in the best way possible, but when you take out your sandwich and take the first bite, you almost choke when you read the message.

What?

You stare at your screen as new texts start flooding it. You giggle when you see the multiple apologies, biting down on your sandwich now that you can be sure you aren’t going to choke with another explicit message. You are walking back to the school when he sends the last text, being as dramatic as ever and making you chuckle out loud. Fuck…

He’s so adorable. Trying to save both of you the embarrassment of acknowledging that message, you send a short text his way, once again asking for his cat. That’s a safer topic, cats and pets are a great topic, and you really want to see his cat...

But you can’t avoid thinking about what her sister’s message said.

Would that feel good? Would that even fit inside of her? Cut the crap, you haven’t even kissed yet, your brain reminds you. And that’s right, you haven’t even kissed yet and you are thinking about his dick? What a pervert.

But you really, really would like to kiss him...

Weekly plan (24th to 2nd)

Peace

Request: Imagine halo’s aren’t actually a symbol of “purity” but instead are devices that when worn make you dumb and subservient. On an unrelated note your fallen Angel s/o has something to show you.

A/N: Hope Patreon doesn’t take this one down. If you ever see something that was there and then it wasn’t, ask me for the story if you can’t find it, chances are Patreon hid it. Enjoy!

Biblical Angel x male!reader || dom/sub dynamic, anal sex (kinda?), gags

Imagine your biblical angel boyfriend suggesting you try his halo. You always thought that would be forbidden. Some kind of unwritten rule you should never cross… But he insists, and you agree.

And that ends up being one of the best decisions of your life.

You thought halos were supposed to be some kind of purity thing, but as soon as he takes it off his head and puts it on yours, it’s like your whole body is under a spell. You can comprehend him, you can understand what’s happening, but you feel so heavy you can’t walk to the bed. He carries you there, slowly stripping you as he whispers sweet nothings against your ear.

He pushes your underwear in your mouth, and you nod at his questioning look. You bite hard the second his warmth touches your naked skin. He’s all over you. Your body being swallowed by his whole body. It feels like he’s touching all of you at once, inside and out, like your souls are touching in the most intimate kiss. You are staring at him, unable to say anything over the gag in your mouth, and you can feel his happiness radiating inside of you, reaching your heart as you feel the tip of an invisible cock pushing inside of you.

It’s thin, like a finger, and it stretches you slowly. But to your surprise, instead of moving in and out like you expect him to, the dick starts to expand inside of you, stretching your hole without moving. You can’t comprehend how he’s doing it, you can’t move either, and the feel is so intense you are just salivating around the gag as you groan in pleasure.

He stares down at you, his thousand eyes pining you further onto the bed as the halo holds you down and makes your body react a thousand times stronger. And when you thing you can’t take no more… He starts moving at the same time his warmth washes over your dick like a thousand warm mouths. A tear escapes your eye, and he gently licks it off you, kissing all over your face with ghostly lips. It’s so good and so incredibly profound at the same time that you can only whine and bite around the gag in your mouth.

And then something snaps inside of you.

You feel like your body is floating on a cloud, so relaxed and peaceful you can only blink slowly as the utter pleasure washes over every cell in your body until you are shivering with electricity. It feels like lightning inside of you, followed by an orgasm that rocks your body like thunder. You’ve never felt like that… and you can’t wait to do it all over again.

The curse (part 2)

A/N: Hello there, my lovelies. By popular request (and bc I’m very self indulgent), here the second part of this story. I wanted to finish it, but it looks like it will need a third part. Enjoy!

Demon x fem!reader || sfw, hurt/comfort (kinda)

It happened many times after that.

You got to the bookstore and he was there, waiting for you. Your memories would rush back and he would fuck you. Then you’d have to leave and you’d feel compelled to come back the next day. It was like a force inside of you kept pulling you to him, but still you couldn’t remember him outside the bookstore. And it pained you. Every time you left, it hurt more and more. Not only because he looked devastated when you didn’t remember him the next day, but because your heart felt heavier each time you walked throughout out the door.

You spent hours upon hours trying to figure what was wrong with you, just to walk into the bookstore and be greeted by the main reason your heart felt heavy and painful outside of it. It was sad in the worst possible way, and you still couldn’t figure out how to make it work, how to break the curse.

You tried writing tiny notes, but as soon as you closed the door, they disappeared from your purse. You tried writing at the edge of the books you bought, but that, too, disappeared when you left. It was maddening in the worst way possible. Every time you walked in, you tried to figure out a new way to remember, and every time you walked out, it disappeared.

And this time around, it wasn’t different. You walked into the bookstore and he was waiting for you across the threshold. He was smiling down at you, his fangs showing and his tail wriggling a little behind him. He made you remember with a tiny peck on your lips, and as soon as you had your memories, you grabbed his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

But you broke it a couple seconds later, breathing hard and feeling his hard on against your stomach. “I don’t want to fuck today,” you announced. You had plans.

Yesterday, when you were recovering from the amazing session of depravity, you thought of a plan, and weirdly enough, you got to execute it. You thought you needed a free day, and when you got home, you asked for one. You didn’t know how that happened, you only knew that you asked for tomorrow free, and you got it. So your plan was in motion and the curse didn’t seem as dangerous as before.

“What? Why?” He looked confused, pouting at you as if that would make you want to suck his dick. (Truth be told, if you weren’t a woman on a mission, it would probably work.)

But instead of craving into your dirtiest desires, you took a deep breath and stepped back from his embrace. “Because I’ve seen how you look at me. I’ve seen the longing in your eyes and it hurts my soul to see you like that.” Telling him that hurt your heart a tiny bit, because it was true. It hurt more and more every day, and you were so tired of it.

“Come on, human, don’t be like that,” he was arguing but you knew that voice wasn’t his. He was repeating what somebody told him, and you wouldn’t have that. “We both know this can’t be as deep as I want. The bookstore won’t allow it.” That statement hurt more than you would like, but only filled you with more anger, which would be helpful.

You look at him with fire in your eyes. “Maybe it can’t be as deep as you want, but it can be as deep as I want. And we are about to spend the afternoon figuring out how to make me remember you outside these walls.”

He blinked slowly, and you could see the confusion in his eyes. “You… You… Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now let’s go. We have work to do. Where are the magic books?” You asked.

“We don’t have that here,” he said. But it didn’t sound like him. It was different, like a compulsion to tell you that. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Liar. I know you have magic books, and I bet you’ve read them all a thousand times trying to figure out how to get out of here.” He huffed, but you knew calling him on his bullshit broke something, you could feel it. He looked over his shoulder, pointing at the back. “Good demon,” you told him as you patted his chest, passing him on your way to the back room.

Just as you predicted, there were hundreds of books about magic there. And when you asked which ones talked about curses, he repeated the same phrase “We don’t have that here”. You called him out on his bullshit again, and the air felt electrified. He moved around the room until he pulled out a dozen of books, setting them on the table and staring at you as if you were a wonder.

You looked through some of them, until your eyes felt heavy and your back was hurting awfully. The sun was setting on the horizon when he tapped on your shoulder. “I need to close the store, human. You need to leave.”

“No, I don’t.” You answered, passing another page and writing down some things you thought could be useful.

He gasped, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “What do you mean no?”

You looked up at him, amused. “Are you going to kick me out?”

“I don’t think the curse would…” He tried to argue, but you cut him.

“Then we’ll test it. Sit down, we have a lot to go through still,” you ordered. He looked at you, dumbfounded.

He looked anxious, but he complied, sitting next to you and staring blankly at the pages in front of him. “But what if it does something to hurt you? I… I don’t want nothing bad happening to you.” His voice was pained and you wanted to kiss him senseless. But you knew that would make you want to do more than kissing and you were a woman on a mission.

“I know, but we need to figure out something. I doubt the curse is going to hurt me, as far as I’ve read in these books,” you pointed at one pile of three books on your right, “the curse is supposed to keep the demon in, but not hurt humans.”

He glared at you, his frown deep and conflicted. “Why do you care this much?”

And then you snapped, turning to look at him with fire in your veins as you almost screamed: “Because I’m in love with a demon who’s been cursed to never leave this store. And I’m damn sure I can break the damn curse so he can come to sleep on my fucking bed.” He was staring at you, speechless, but the smile at the corner of his lips was enough to make your insides feel all warm.

You’d figure it out.

Exclusive story (24th-2nd)

Goulish love: hate to like you

A/N: Hi there my lovelies, I don’t know if you remember, but I wrote a ghoul story back in kinktober (read it here), and even made a character chart for Ben because I loved it so much. So now is time for us to see why they hate each other so much. I’m planning on developing this story further, so hopefully y’all like it as much as I do. I think their dynamics are fantastic, and this is going to be lots of fun.

Ghoul x fem!reader || enemies to lovers, banter, sexual tension thru the roof || tw: violence (kinda?)

“You have a new partner,” your captain announced as you glared at him. If looks could kill, the big minotaur in front of you would be dead right now.

“I don’t want a partner,” you told him for what felt like the thousandth time. “How did you even find somebody that wants to be paired with a human?” You asked.

“Well… Let’s say he really likes humans.” There was a hint of amusement on your boss's tone, and you didn’t catch the joke. But you never did. It was like monsters had a different sense of humor or something. You chuckled, inertia making you want to be agreeable to your boss.

But then a deep voice behind you made you jump a little. You hid it, or at least you thought you did. “That’s incredibly misinformed, captain. Do I need to report to HR?” The newcomer’s face was obscured by the shadows in the corner of the office. He walked into the light, and you had to bite your tongue to hold down a gasp.

A ghoul.

He was tall, way taller than you, and his skin was so pale it looked almost translucent. You could make out the veins on his neck, his features almost sunken into his skin. He had so many face piercings that you bet he couldn’t go through airport security. And his eyes… Completely black and dangerous. A shiver ran down your spine. You could feel your heart accelerating when he stared back at you, his way too long tongue lolling out to snap it in your direction. A mock in his world. You’d known him for less than 2 minutes and you already didn’t like him.

“Ben,” your boss grunted. “You know full well you can’t talk to your captain like that. Don’t make me put you back into paperwork duty again.” Again? So this dude already had misconduct in his file… Great. Just great.

Being a human police inspector was already hard enough. Nobody wanted to work with you, most monsters thought you were a liability because of how “weak” you were. It didn’t matter that you were the first in the academy, or that you could kick any monster’s butt if you got to it. At the end of the day, their judgment was bigger than any prove you could give them.

So you accepted it, and decided to work alone.

And you thought your captain knew that. You thought it was clear that you didn’t want to depend on a monster that probably thought you were a puny human. But there you were… Getting a new partner. One that apparently had misconduct offenses in the past. Fantastic. Once again, you were to be the butt of the joke. Fucking hell. Sometimes you hated being human.

“Why?” You asked your boss, who was staring between you two as if he was expecting you to start fighting like little kids. You wanted to, but you weren’t about to give him that satisfaction.

“I have no choice, sunshine,” you ground your molars at the pet name. “I did something and now they cursed me with the partner nobody wants.” His tone was nonchalant, but it hurt either way. You glared at him, the frown so deep you could almost see your eyebrows.

“You two need to be civil. I think you’d be a great asset to the force working together, so you better behave and learn how to work together. You,” he pointed at Ben, “are a pain in everybody’s ass, but you are a good damn inspector.” He smiled smugly. “And you,” he pointed at you, “are the best we have but we can’t have you doing something reckless and face the whole human community hating on monsters again. We’ve come a long way, and now you two need to act like adults who knew how to do your work.”

His speech was clear, and you wanted to argue, but you knew better. You knew you’d be the one losing if you tried arguing that you didn’t need protection or anything like that. “Is that all?” You asked instead.

Your captain nodded slowly. “Yes, you can leave. Ben, she’ll show you around.” Ben got up and followed you outside the office, too close for it to be casual.

You walked tensely next to him until you were out of earshot from your boss. “I’m not showing you anything. Find your own desk and get to work on the case 68503,” you ordered.

“Uhh, giving me orders… I didn’t know humans were into kink, too.” His smugness and amusement rubbed you the wrong way. You huffed, choosing to walk away before you did something absurd like hitting his stupidly pretty face.

“I didn't know they left zombies out in the day,” you retorted with an equally smug smile. His eye twitched, and you knew you hit a nerve. You fist bumped yourself in your brain. Point for the human.

He was the first one to walk away, and you counted that as a win.

A couple hours later, after arguing with him at least three more times, you found yourself in the gym, trying to work out some of your anger, when someone whistled behind you. “You look really good with that tiny shorts, sunshine.” His words only made you angrier, hitting the sandbag with such force that you could feel it in your bones. “I hope you aren’t thinking of me when hitting that, that would be really hurtful,” he told you.

You turned around, staring at him with hatred. “You know what? I don’t want you here. I want to gone. I’ve read your file, ghoul,” you made his species sound like an insult. “You are fucking liability. And I’m not letting you ruin my career.”

“Ruining your career? What career, sunshine? Nobody wants to work with you. You are just a puny human that thinks she can play with fire and don’t get burned… Sorry to tell you, that’s now how it works. Humans are just… weak.”

“Take that back.” You walked to him until you were face to face, so close your nose pressed to his and you could feel his warm breath against your mouth.

“Or what?” He chuckles, cruelly. “Are you going to hit me, sunshine? Come on, let’s fight and see if you can hold your ground against somebody who wants to… eat you,” he let out the last part with a soft growl, extra long tongue rolling out and licking your cheek. And you hated that it made your pulse skip a beat. And hated even more that he knew it. Fucking super senses.

His smirk was so big you wanted to kick his face. So you did. You jumped up and twirled your body until your leg collided with the side of his head, making him stumble but not fall. Fuck. He was stronger than he looked. And you hated that, too.

You wrestled for a while. He got in a couple of good punches, but you were faster. Your agility compensating for his strength, and by the time you were both breathless, your body felt on fire. You didn’t know what was about the whole thing, but punching him, struggling in his arms just to free yourself and give him another punch was just… exhilarating. Exhilarating in a way that made your pulse go crazy and your panties to get a bit wet.

And you hated it.

You hated him for making you feel things you didn’t know how to name.

You needed to get out. You needed to be as far away from his as possible.

But instead of walking away, you pushed him to the ground, straddling his hips and holding his hands above his head. You both were breathing hard. “Do you give up?” You asked, trying not to sound too choked up.

He chuckled, pushing his hips up in a fast movement that destabilized your body, and you went flying to the ground. A second later he was covering your body with his, cold and hard over you. You wanted to push him off, to tell him off… but you didn’t. You grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head down.

And then you kissed him.

Two aliens, eight hands

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Request: Twin aliens with four arms x fem reader. For the most part full creative freedom for the story. There are just two things to have: breeding kink and within the alien community mates has been a myth but after spending time with reader and in a moment a danger their eyes turn completely one color and they realize reader is their mate. Feel free to add anything else that you want.

A/N: For easier reading and simpler writing, I named the two alien twins. Enjoy!

Alien (Xyph) and Alien (Juni) x fem!reader || breeding, soulmates, oral sex, double penetration, dirty talk (lowkey), sharing is caring

You expected a lot of things working on a spaceship, but definitely not wanting to bang two twins. But good goddess if they aren’t the most amazing aliens you’d ever seen. Big and blue, four arms, tall as a tree and with skin so shiny they looked like porcelain. But for some reason, instead of making them weird, it only made them hotter. You had been carrying the biggest crush on them both since you arrived, and by the way they acted towards you… maybe it wasn’t as one-sided as you thought.

They’ve saved you. You were about to die, the big alien about to squeeze you until you were nothing but mashed human in their stomach… But they saved you. Your two amazing and fucking hot as hell coworkers. You are ready to fall to your knees and tell them how fucking grateful you are, how amazing they were and maybe even profess your undying love for them.

Maybe they weren’t into sharing, but as far as you have read, it was normal in their species to share partners…

But before you can say anything about it, you look up and let out a high pitched screech. “Why are your eyes like that?” Juni’s eyes are completely green. Solid moss green.

“Like what?” Juni asks, alarmed.

Xyph stares at him like he just grew a second head. “Your eyes are solid…” The amazement in his voice was almost palpable. You look between them with enough confusion to bury multiple bodies.

“What?” Juni turned to look at his brother, just in time to see that his eyes were also a solid color. Deep ocean blue. Freaky, but hot. “Yours, too, brother!” He exclaims it as if it’s something to be happy about, as if it’s the best news he’s ever received. What the fuck...

“I thought it was a myth…” Xyph lets out in a whisper, looking at you with enough heat to warm your entire body inside and out.

“What was a myth?” You cut them, confused by their sudden change of subject. You can feel their eyes in your body, checking out every inch of it, and making your blood boil in a horny way. Why were they so fucking handsome and looking at you like they wanted to eat you for fuck’s sake.

“We… I…” Xyph tries, but his voice stutters, looking at his brother for help.

“You are our mate,” he says it as if that’s supposed to mean something to you, but when you look at them with the same level of confusion, Juni chuckles. “I guess that means nothing to you. Okay, so…”

And then they tell you about how mates were supposed to be a myth. How there thought it wasn’t even possible that you existed. They felt the attraction to you stronger than they ever felt, but they were unsure humans could feel it back. They told you about the legends of mates being perfect for each other, about how you were supposed to be their forever partner… And you tried to remain calm and not climb them like trees.

“Okay,” you say when they finish explaining. They look at you with surprise again, and you have to contain a giggle.

“You… You need to understand that this is not a one time thing. We are talking about eternity. Your lifespan will be matched with ours. You will live a very long time with us. You will be our mate, our perfect match, for hundreds of human years.” Xyph sounds like he’s trying to convince you about something, but you are done. You want them, you have always wanted them, and knowing that you are their mate only adds to that desire, to that boiling need inside you.

“Okay…” You repeat, slowly this time. “So now what?” You really, really hope that the next step involves naked aliens and dicks pounding into your holes.

“We should claim you,” he confirms your suspicions. Your pussy is already tingly, and the confirmation that they are going to claim you only make it harder for you to focus. Your clothes feel too tight, your pussy too needy, you need to get naked and there should be two dicks inside of you. Any hole is a goal right now.

“Okay,” you tell them for the third time. You need to get naked ASAP. “Get naked,” you almost order.

Juni gasps as Xyph opens his eyes as much as possible. “Okay? You want that? You want… You want to be with us? With both of us?” Their faces are so confused you can’t hold back your laugh.

“Dude, have you seen you? You are hella hot, and there’s TWO OF YOU! Who would say no to that?” They look at you with equal smirks, but then you realize it almost feels like you only want them for their body, and add: “Also… I might be a bit in love with you two…” You confess, looking to the floor, shy all of sudden.

They don’t give you enough time to react, launching at you and claiming your mouth in turns until you don’t know who you are kissing. Not that you care, you are too focused on the way their forked tongue feels inside your mouth, the way their soft alien lips feel almost slippery against your human ones. It’s the best kiss (kisses?) you’ve ever had, and you can get enough. You pull at their hair, grab their necks and maybe even accidentally scratch some throats as you alternate your kisses, giving them enough attention. There’s hands everywhere, eight of them playing with you, touching you everywhere, and you can’t stop moaning.

You are so focused on kissing that you don’t realize they have torn your clothes off and got naked themselves. The second you pull away to breathe and look at their naked bodies in all their glory, your pussy gushes, and you are almost sure you are dripping down your legs. But again, you don’t care, because there’s too amazing alien dicks in front of you, and you have too available hands…

When you close your hands around their shafts, they groan in unison, making you moan in response, the symphony of your passion driving you into a frenzy of heat.

“Please…,” you whisper, not fully knowing who or what you are asking. But they do. They know perfectly well how to share you…

You find yourself on your back, Juni between your legs and Xyph kneeling next to your head. Some of their hands are on their own dicks, the rest exploring and teasing your body until you are breathless and needy. They are teasing your pussy and mouth with the tip. You shiver, opening your mouth to beg again.

But as soon as your mouth is open, Xyph is pushing his tip inside. You moan around him, his salty taste making you crave more, sucking him down as you help him jerk the part of his shaft that you can’t fit in your mouth. He moans and groans over you, whispering sweet nothings as if he’s chanting some kind of plea. He looks ethereal with his head thrown back in ecstasy… And you can’t get enough. You swallow around him, humming around his shaft and making him scream.

You pull back to tease him, but Juni chooses that moment to push his dick into your pussy. You scream his name, looking down in time to see him rub your clit with his thumb as he pushes and pushes until he’s so deep you can feel him in your chest. His hands are grabbing your butt and his free one is on your hip. It’s exhilarating and better than any dick you’ve ever tried (including the dildo of his species you bought).

Juni starts a slow pace, and you take Xyph back into your mouth, working your tongue around his tip until he’s whimpering your name, and Juni is going faster, harder… You moan around the dick in your mouth, and that only makes Juni go harder.

“I’m going to fill you so much you are going to be leaking my come for days, darling.” Juni tells you, your eyes rolling back into your head, the dick in your mouth twitching at the words. “Would you like that? Do you want to be so full of my come you can feel me for days shooting deep inside?” You moan, unable to respond as Juni pounds into you harder, faster.

Your brain short circuits, your whole body feeling electrified as Xyph pinches one of your nipples and pushes further into your throat. Two of his hands are holding your head, but the other two are playing with your nipples until your pussy is gushing around Juni.

Juni lets out a series of curses and you he finds the exact point where your brain short circuits and your body is sent into oblivion when the first orgasm washes over your body. Moaning around the dick in your mouth as Xyph pulls back until only the tip is resting against your tongue and your pussy is fluttering around Juni’s length. He moans your name, and you feel the first shot of come inside of you. It feels divine.

He pulls back and so does Xyph, moving until they are shoulder to shoulder and staring down at your tired form. “Your pussy looks so good all stretched and leaking my come… I think I’m going to keep you like that forever.” Juni’s words make you whimper, and you try to close your legs, but they keep them open, a finger (you don’t know who’s) pushes some of the leaking come back inside, and you moan again.

“Don’t be greedy, brother… It’s my turn,” Xyph says it in a tone that makes your whole body tremble, low and gruff and exactly like you feel sex should sound like.

You whimper when he slips his wet dick inside your stretched hole, starting a punishing pace that makes you chant his name. Juni helps himself to your boobs, kissing and sucking, marking you until they feel tender and your pussy is squeezing spasmodically around Xyph’s dick.

“I’m going to breed you so deep everyone who smells you will know who you belong to.” His words are enough to send you over the edge again. And Xyph is not far behind, pushing himself as far as he can go and releasing inside of you until you feel so full there might be a bulge in your lower abdomen. But you can’t look, your eyes can barely stay open, your body completely spent.

“Sleep now, mate… We’ll protect you,” Juni whispers, kissing your forehead.

But then Xyph adds: “We’ll fill you again when you wake up.” You chuckle at his words, but it sounds barely like a huff, too tired and spent to even laugh. With his promise, you slip into the dream-world, pussy full and heart content.

Touch repellent

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Request: Could you do something about a reader who was cursed by a witch/wizard to not be able to feel any passion/pleasure until they touch their soulmate? Either the witch is their mate and didn't realize, or just like a random monster idk. Can be SFW or NSFW, up to you. Thank you!!

A/N: This was more painful than anticipated because I took it a step further, hope that’s okay, ended up very sweet. Enjoy the angst, I guess. :)

Wizard x fem!reader || sfw, hurt/comfort, lots of banter

It takes you two years to realize there’s something wrong with you.

Every time you touch or are touched, your body reaction is utter disgust. At first you don’t sweat it, weird people made you react like that before… But then you try to kiss a girl and your whole body rejects the feeling, nausea filling your throat until you want to puke. You walk to your house completely confused, not knowing what is wrong with you.

You spend the next couple weeks testing your theory, and every time you touch somebody, the same happens. Disgust fills your body until you are almost shivering, your body reacting badly to every single touch. Even worse, if the intentions are romantic or sexual. Which sucks, because you want to kiss pretty ladies and boys.

So you do what you didn’t want to do. You go back home to look for help. To the place you remember being happy for the last time. To the place you felt like you were alive and touch still feel like a part of you. Where you could hug your mom and feel happy about it, where you could pat your friends in the back and feel the camaraderie… You needed to have that back. You don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you need it back, you want to feel normal, to be able to touch people and enjoy it again…

Even if he’s there.

He, as in, your wizard childhood friend who you haven’t seen since you left. He insisted on you cutting ties if you decided to leave, and you couldn’t do anything to argue with him. It hurt. It hurt more than anything to leave him behind, it hurt even worse than feeling awful every time someone touched you. Leaving him behind was like tearing a part of you, but he rejected you, and you couldn’t be there without feeling the pain every time you looked.

So you left.

And you hurt.

But now, back home and knocking on his door to seek answers to a question you didn’t know how to formulate, your whole body is shivering in anticipation. That never happened before. It’s like your soul is reaching out to touch him, to seek him. And the second he opens the door and lets you in, you feel calmer than you have felt in a very long, long time.

When he reaches out to shake your hand, as if you didn’t know everything about the other until you left, you don’t get the usual anguish or disgust. It feels different. Better. It feels like everything in the world is okay again just by that simple gesture.

And then it clicks.

All those years ago, when you left him. When you walked away after he asked you to stay and you knew you couldn’t because he didn’t love you like that. Because you knew your feelings were unrequited…

“It was you!” You scream, a threatening finger pointing in his direction, pushing his chest until he’s against the wall and you are fuming with pent up anger.

He has the audacity to act surprised, and that only makes you angrier. “What do you mean?” He tries to fake, not moving, his back against the wall as he looks down at you. You hate (lie) that he’s so tall, that he’s looking down on you even when you are furious with him.

“I haven’t been able to do anything, to feel anything… Every time I touched another being, I could only feel disgust… And now I touch you and it feels warm, and cozy, it feels like coming home…” Your words leave a bitter taste in your tongue, the realization of what happened settling uncomfortably inside your chest.

The asshole smirks. “It does?” You want to punch him in the face.

“You cursed me!” You accuse, the pain in your voice making his smirk deflate.

He looks at you with confusion and a hint of anger, but you don’t back down, fully aware that you are right, because your palm is against his chest, and you aren’t feeling disgust. It only feels warm and content. It only feels incredible and like anything you’ve ever felt before.

“I…” He hesitates. “I did,” he finally admits, looking ashamed for the first time since you entered. Your hand finds his neck, not pressing, not hurting, just resting there as a threat (but not really).

“Why would you do that? Why would you want me to feel disgust upon touching others?” You try not to sound pained by it, but it hurts, your eyes filled with tears. It hurts that not only he rejected you, but he hated you that much that he couldn’t even let you be happy with others.

“Because… Because I…” He stutters. “Because I loved you,” his voice sounds like a surrender, and your brain short-circuits.

You aren’t expecting his response and your hold on his neck releases a little. “What?” You aren’t sure if you feel more surprised or betrayed. He loved you?

He’s still struggling to talk, stuttering, but he explains: “I could sense that you were my mate, but you couldn’t... And you were so fixated in others, in going away from me, enjoying others… I just… I wanted you to suffer a tiny fraction of what I felt. So I cursed you.” He sounds completely defeated, and your soul hurts for him. Hurts for you. For the misunderstanding. For the way you two suffered because he was stupid (and okay, maybe you were, too).

“Why didn’t you just say something, you stupid shit?” You yell at him, your hand pressing down on his chest as the other curls around the side of his neck, almost a caress. “I thought you didn’t want me!” That part leaves you breathless, the anger slipping out of you and leaving your body trembling and defeated.

It’s his turn to look at you, perplexed. “What?”

“I loved you, too, you stupid maroon! I was so in love with you it hurt to be near you. But you never acted on it even though we were mates, that’s why I left!” You don’t want to scream, but the last part comes out a bit high pitched and painful. Like there’s spikes in your throat, and when you look up and meet his eyes, it only hurts worse.

“But you… You always talked about others and I…” His voice is barely a whisper, as if he never even thought of the possibility of you loving him back. Of you understanding what mates were… Stupid wizard.

You pinch his nipple through his shirt until he shuts up and lets out a yelp. “You were a stupid wizard who didn’t know how to read the room. I was trying to make you jealous, so you would act on it. And you didn’t, so I left,” you explain when he only stares at you, confusion clear in his features.

But when he processes your words, he only lets out a little: “Oh.”

And you have enough of his bullshit.

“Ugh you are so fucking stupid,” and that’s all you tell him before your hands are grabbing his long hair and pulling him to you, your mouths crashing as you devour his mouth as you have wanted for so long. “You are going to pay for every single touch I missed,” you tell him between kisses and bites.

He whines, whispering: “Yes, yes. Anything you want… mate.”

And then he kisses you again.