Monster's Pet

Cabin surprise

Patreon Commission for @wimble_warcrime

Request: So basically, I was thinking of a disgustingly cute fluff piece about a werewolf and his mate going on a winter vacation a month before his mate is due to give birth to his litter. It's like a last hurrah before their family dynamic is changed forever, and they want to spend it alone. But (!), things don't go as planned, and she's forced into labour (after a particularly rowdy round in the sheets), and their also stranded in the middle of nowhere in the log cabin because of a sudden blizzard. So, werehubby and her have to deal with the birth alone, without pain meds or power.

A/N: I hope this meets your expectations, I changed it a lil bit and added power to the mix so there was someone not panicking. It was very interesting to write. :)

Werewolf x fem!reader || sfw (mainly), found family feels || tw: pregnancy, labor

When you first arrived to the cabin, everything felt so new and cozy that you felt instantly at home, it was like you could inhale the peace around you, the woods, solitude, the chirps of the birds outside… And your werewolf husband cursing because he kicked a rock while carrying your bags. Typical.

You tried not to laugh, but when you looked back and saw him looking at the rock as if it personally offended him, you let out a soft chuckle. He looked up, eyebrows furrowed and a scowl on his face, but as soon as your eyes met, it disappeared. His face broke into the biggest smile possible, his ears twitching like they did when he was excited.

Staring at him from the porch of the cabin, hand resting on your very big belly and a soft smile as you looked at him. It was just the epitome of relaxing situation. He walked to you in a rush, not caring that he probably kicked a few more rocks in his way. He was a werewolf on a mission, and his mission was you.

He hugged you with his free arm, squeezing you to his side as he walked inside. “Come on darling, let’s get you settled and then I can rub your feet.”

“I don’t need you to do that,” you tried to argue instantly.

He looked down, faking annoyance. “I know. But I want to.”

He had been more than helpful since you found out you were pregnant. Well, since he sniffed your neck and informed you that you were going to be parents. That was a weird breakfast. But it was magical at the same time, he looked so excited his tail didn’t stop wriggling from side to side for hours. Literal hours wriggling his tail, and his ears twitching in excitement every time he looked at you. His excitement had died down a tiny bit, but he was still over the moon about the baby. Or at least he acted like it.

You had the suspicion that what he really liked was seeing you round with his babies, he fucked you harder than ever, being careful not to put too much pressure or weight on your belly, but fucking you until your arms and legs were trembling and you were drenched in his come, your stomach and pussy messy as he marked you over and over.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear every time it happened, too. He told you how much he enjoyed seeing you full of his cub, how he wanted to keep you full of come so you would smell like him forever… And you lapped it up. You lived for the attention, he was hornier than ever, and that helped a lot with your crazy pregnancy hormones that made you want to jump him every single second you had available.

And good lord if he complied with that.

He didn’t leave any of your desires without fulfillment. You wanted to be fucked raw doggy-style until your body was sore? Done. You wanted to suck his dick until he was crying and begging? Done. You wanted strawberries and cream out of season? Don’t worry darling, he would drive three towns over until he found them.

And right now, you knew full well what you wanted. And that was to be ravaged by your werewolf. “Come here,” you told him, eyes hooded and a primal hunger boiling inside of you.

His smirk was knowing as he approached, lowering his head enough to kiss your waiting lips. You deepened the kiss instantly, grabbing his hair and pulling until he was whimpering against your lips and grabbing your ass, pulling you up and walking you to the room.

And once again… he complied with all your desires.

But when you woke up a couple hours later, soreness wasn’t the first thing you felt, but the agonizing pain of contractions. Fuck. You were in so much trouble. You could hear the wind outside, which wasn’t a good sign.

You tried to remain calm as your brain freaked out completely. “Honey. Honey, wake up. I think we need to go.” He mumbled something in his sleep, and you turned to his sleeping form and hit him right in the chest. “Wake the fuck up, the baby is coming!” You snapped.

He stood up in one fast movement, looking around in confusion. “What?!” He was blinking rapidly, as if he could stop being sleepy if he did that.

You stared right back at him, but when another contraction hit, you squeezed his arm until he winced. “I have contractions. The baby is coming.”

Instant panic. “But… But we aren’t ready. We don’t have the stuff and… and. Hospital. We need to get to the hospital.” You looked at him and pointed at the window, which was obscured by the dark clouds outside and the huge amount of snow falling. That fact hit him harder than you expected. “There’s a fucking storm outside, we can’t go to the hospital. Shit. Shit. Shit. What do we do? What do I do?”

You breathed hard, trying to collect yourself. “Honey, I need you to calm down, and go get some supplies. We can do this together, okay? We can.” You reminded him. “Say it,” it was an order between clenched teeth.

“We can do this,” he repeated, breathing deeply and looking at you with a hint of desperation.

You looked at him, nodding shortly. “Okay. You aren’t going to pass out right?” You were sure he would hold strong, but at that moment you really needed him to be on fucking alert.

He looked offended. “What? No!”

“Okay. Go get towels and clean water and all those stuff they get in movies,” you instructed.

He got everything he could as you tried to remember all the things they taught you in parenting classes, how to breathe, what to do when the worst pain hit… All that things that at the moment felt a bit stupid but right now were saving you from panicking.

But then your amazing husband returned, he had the best idea ever. “Let me call the Alpha, she will know what to do.” You nodded, squeezing his hand until he whined at the next contraction.

He talked in hushed tones as the Alpha told him some stuff you couldn’t pick. Your brain was entirely focused on the pain and the way your lower body was starting to feel too heavy.

“Okay, okay… Darling, I got you. I got you. Alpha is going to walk us thru’ it, okay? She’s done it a thousand times with wolves in the pack, right?” You nodded, looking at him with tears in your eyes. He looked panicked still, but a lot more collected. “We can get through this. And then we’ll have a beautiful baby that will look a perfect mix between you and me, okay? You want that right?” You nodded again, a single tear leaving your eye as he helped you into a better position.

Step by step he followed what the Alpha was saying on the speaker, never stopping giving you encouragement and compliments. How good you were doing, how pretty you looked even when you felt like shit, how much he loved you… And with each word and each contraction, you felt a bit lighter, a bit better. And when the time to push arrived, he held your hand as he guided you through it.

And when you thought your body couldn’t hold anymore, when you thought you were about to die because of the pain… Then you heard a cry.

You opened your eyes enough to see a ball of fur and soft human skin on your husband’s arms, smiling down at him like he’s the most precious thing he’d ever seen. And you can understand why. Because he is. He’s the most precious baby. Delivery wasn’t over, but the rest flew by in a few seconds (or you thought there were seconds) because you knew your baby boy was okay and well…

You were breathing hard, body completely spent, when your husband approached you, already clean and with a bundle of covers on his arms. “You did it, darling.” He kissed your forehead. “You did so good, look at him, he’s so beautiful. Looks just like you…” He passed you the baby and you couldn’t hold back the tears. He looked so perfect, his tiny pointy ears twitching at the sound of your voice, and his nose scrunching as you booped him. He was… perfect.

The next morning you woke up feeling more than soreness, your whole body hurting but with a delicious smell of pancakes and bacon arriving from the kitchen. You wanted to get up, but before you could, your beautiful werewolf was walking back into the room, a plate full of food in one hand, and your beautiful baby in the other.

“The whole pack is here to help, the ran through the blizzard to get here,” he told you with tears in his eyes. You were a lot more sensitive than him at the moment, so the contained tears weren’t your reaction. You started to sob very loudly, alerting the whole pack who entered the room in a panic.

You found yourself half naked in bed, with your whole family looking at you with love and understanding in their eyes…

You did good. Both of you did perfect.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 9)

A/N: Hello there once again. Highly recommend to check the chat convo these two had and re-check the orc’s family tree to refresh your memory on other characters appearing here. Enjoy!

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

“Do you want to see my cat? You get your mate’s number and you ask her if she wants to see your cat? Oh Goddess, you are helpless.” Oihana, his twin, laughs until there’s tears running down her cheeks. She’s even rolling on the sofa at their mom’s house.

They meet once a week to have dinner together and they are waiting for the rest of their siblings to arrive, and stupid of him, he decided to tell his twin about the new developments in your blooming relationship. Like how you got his phone and you texted a bit yesterday, but his sister is not very appreciative of said advances.

“Stop being a pain in my ass, Oihana. I don’t even know why I told you!” He grunts, feeling sorry for himself. He sent you the message yesterday and you haven’t answered yet. It’s been hours and you haven’t said anything, and he’s low-key spiraling.

But then his phone vibrates, and his heart skips a beat when your name flashes on the screen. “She texted!” He tries to sound normal, but it comes out high pitched and almost panicked.

Oihana chuckles and asks: “What did she say?”

“She says yes, I’d love to see your cat,” he repeats the words in his screen. His heart is beating so fast and hard it’s almost like it’s trying to escape his chest and get to you through the screen. Fuck, he’s so whipped.

“Congratulations, little bro, you did something well,” Oihana says with a slow clap, her amusement clear.

He looks up at her, incredibly annoyed by his sister. “Stop calling me little bro, you were born only three minutes earlier than me.” They had that conversation a thousand of times, and Oihana kept playing the big sister game, which only annoyed him more.

“So you are the little one, aren’t you?” She deadpans, lurching forward and grabbing his phone out of his big hands. He hasn’t answered you yet, and the moment Oihana gets her hands on the phone she’s out of the sofa and running around the table.

“Give me that!” He runs after her, trying to catch her but not being fast enough. He might be strong, but Oihana is a pro athlete, she can outrun him anytime. Fuck. So he tries the serious tone: “Oihana Stormblood, give me my phone back.” But she doesn’t. She’s giggling as she runs with his phone, typing frantically.

His heart is beating fast, but this time for very different reasons. He doesn’t want to imagine what stupidity she’s writing on his phone, probably in your chat. Fuck. His sister is annoying as fuck, and she’s probably telling you embarrassing stories like how he climbed a light-pole and got stuck and they had to call the firefighters to get you down. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

And then to make everything worse, a voice sounds behind him. “What’s happening here? Why are you two running in my living room?” Fuck, his mom.

He turns around mid panic, looking frantically between his mom and his twin. And then does the most immature thing ever and points at her: “Oihana took my phone.” He’s breathing hard and his mom definitely bites her lip not to laugh at the situation.

She sighs deeply. “Darling, give your brother his phone back. You aren’t kids anymore.” The reminder only makes him feel bad, looking at the floor as Orihana approaches him.

“Snitch,” she whispers when she passes the phone back to him.

He huffs, about to answer her, but when he looks at the screen and sees the message she sent to you. “You didn’t!” He growls, looking at her with fury in his eyes. She laughs loudly again, and their mom stares at them with a frown that can only be described as mom-like. “Oihana is not funny! How could you say that to my mate?!” He tries to not sound exasperated nor furious, but it doesn’t translate.

A/N: So what do you think Oihana’s message says? Would you like more part like the one with the text messages? I think it could be cool but if y’all aren’t into it I can keep this format only. Let me know. :)

Cow cosplay

Commission for anon

A/N: This is very niche kink, and I regret nothing. It’s okay to pass this one if you don’t think this is your jam, but you never know when you are going to unlock a new kink...

Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || hucow fantasy, kink discovery, degradation (lowkey), overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding

It all started as a joke.

You were watching a movie and he was jokingly teasing your nipples, making you giggle as he latched onto one of them as he pinched the other. You moaned between laughs, his fingers tickling your side. He was sucking so hard your panties were about to melt, but the amusement was in the air, so you didn’t think twice before joking about it.

“Ambrose, if you keep sucking like that, milk is going to come out.” The second the words were out of your mouth, he stopped. Completely. It was like he froze in place. You looked down and saw him carefully releasing your nipple, looking up at you with confusion. “What? What happened?” He was almost pale, like deer caught in headlights.

He looked away from you, putting your shirt down and staring at the TV, his head clearly very far away. “Nothing. Nothing… Let’s continue, you wanted to watch this movie.” His excuses were flimsy at best, and you started to feel worried that you said something wrong, your brain already spiraling.

“Are you okay?” You asked, anxiety raising inside your chest.

He turned to look at you and smiled softly, kissing your forehead. “Yes, yeah. I’m fine.” It made you feel better, but you still didn’t think he was telling the whole truth.

It took you three days to understand what made him react like that. He… He liked it. He liked that you said that. He liked the idea of him milking you. Of drinking your milk… Oh. Now so much more made sense. How he reacted when you first suggested getting a cow printed bikini, how he almost giggled and blushed when you wore those cow ears back during Halloween…

He had been into that all along, and you didn’t know.

You weren’t even sure he knew before that day. You discovered him a new kink! You tried not too be too smug about it, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading through your face, a new idea already forming.

You walked back into your room, trying not to step in any cat toys that the kittens had left around (which they usually did), and picked the bikini and a tiny apron you bought for… reasons. You tried them on and twirled a bit in front of the mirror, feeling yourself. And then you dig the cow ear headband from the bottom of your drawer, completing the look and making your inside twist in anticipation.

He was so going to love it.

You were pacing in the room, moving up and down trying to burn some of the anticipation inside of you. You even played with yourself for a bit, but decided against continuing on that path because you wanted Ambrose to be there to play with you.

So when you heard him opening the door and calling out for you, your heart skipped a beat. “Sunshine? Where are you?”

“In the room!” You screamed, trying not to let your nervousness and anticipation make your voice waver.

He walked into the room and stared at you with an open mouth. Literally open mouth. He was looking up and down your body over and over, like he was scanning every inch available to his eyes until he took his fill. But he wasn’t saying anything. He was staring, and staring, and staring… Until you started to fidget with the hem of your apron, self-conscious.

“I- I thought… I know you have a hucow kink and I thought we could explore it? You don’t like it?” You asked in a low tone, cursing yourself internally.

“What? Fuck. You look… Fuck. You look good enough to eat, sunshine. Fuck.” You giggled, reassured he not only liked your gift but he was cursing more than normal. More cursing meant he was less in control, and less in control always meant you were on for a great time.

He walked to you like a monster on a mission, stopping mere inches away from your body, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his skin. You were shivering on your feet, so ready to be debauched that you didn’t know how to act anymore.

But then he started talking and everything in your brain flew away. “You want to be my personal hucow? Is that it? Do you want to be my human pet and let me milk your precious tits until you are dry?” You whimpered pathetically, his hands finding your boobs and tearing the fabric over them. “Would you let me do that, sunshine? Would you let me suck your tits until they are leaking and then fuck you until you are so full of my come your stomach gets distended?” You groaned at the mental image he created.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please, Ambrose… Yes to all that.” As soon as your consent was there, he was lowering his body until he was on his knees in front of you, his head at tit level as he started to suck you like you were indeed going to produce milk if he sucked hard enough.

You threw your head back, screaming his name as your legs trembled under you. He pulled you up, throwing you on the bed and following shortly behind, not bothering taking off his clothes, his sole focus were your boobs.

“I’m going to make you produce milk. I’m going to make you my hucow,” he kept mumbling.

He kept sucking your nipples, playing with the barbells like his life depended on it. Your whole body was reacting to his ministrations, you felt like every cell in your body was attuned with his tongue on your boobs, his fingers pinching your free nipple until you were nothing but a mess of desperation and panting as he rutted his dick over your still clothed pussy.

You couldn’t stop begging, the combined sensation of his fingers and his mouth was the best kind of edging and you needed him. You needed him ASAP. “Please Ambrose. Pleaseeeeee. Fill me. I need you, please. I need you deep inside. Fuck your hucow, please.” The second the word hucow was out of your mouth, he was grunting like a desperate monster, pushing his hips into yours like he was about to burst his pants with the force of it.

He fumbled with his pants, ripping the fabric in half as he pushes your panties to the side…

And he was fully inside.

The spark of pain was nothing compared with the incredible pleasure that filled your senses as he rutted into you. You’d never heard him being that quiet during sex, he was always talking, always teasing, but it felt like he was more feral than ever. His thrusts were uncoordinated, and he kept grunting and moaning against your boobs, biting and sucking on your nipples, driving you insane with each pull.

It was like you were nothing but a toy, it was like he was using you like his personal hucow for real, and that drove you into a new dimension of pleasure. It felt degrading in the best way possible, degrading in a way that nothing ever felt before. Not even his words when he called you a whore or a slut, not even when he treated you like a pet and made you pee yourself…

Him holding onto you as he sucked your tits and rutted into your welcoming heat like you were nothing but a cow was making your insides twist and turn, your brain short circuiting as your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave that crashed onto your body until you were gasping for breath and screaming his name in the middle of it.

But he kept sucking, fucking in and out your pussy and not even caring that he wasn’t touching your clit. He was in another dimension completely, caring only about himself and his desires, using your body to fulfill his own fantasies. And it was driving you insane.

As insane as it felt his dick inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot as he pinched your nipple and sucked on the other, the combination of all sensations sending you into overstimulation, and short after into another orgasm that left your body shivering as he pulled away for long enough to scream your name as he spilled inside of you until you felt so full you could burst.

He pulled out and you felt the gush of come leaving your body, but short seconds later he was pushing back inside, his dick half hard as he latched onto your nipple once again. It was too much and not enough at the same time. It was exhilarating and maddening, and you loved it. You loved to be what he needed, you loved to be his hucow or his flashlight or whatever he wanted you to be.

By the time he got tired of filling you up and sucking your nipples, you felt sore all over, your body too tired after too many orgasms. You were breathless, trying to regain your normal heartbeat as he grunted and nuzzled your boobs.

“I love you more than life itself,” he whispered against your boobs, kissing your sore nipples until you were whimpering and trying to get away, just to draw you closer and suck on them again.

If he kept that up his fantasy might become reality...

Inar's Valentine pic

Of course Inar wouldn't leave you hanging, and he would give you exactly the kind of pic that you want... Of him... On the gym... But make it romantic. He drew the heart himself! (Don't blame his non-dominant hand to be that shaky).

I'm utterly obsessed with the way @Cheesomancer draws him, and I can't stop asking more. Hope you like it as much as I do.

Set up by the baby orc (EXTRA)

You are on your a play-break before going back to the school when you finally check your phone. Unax is playing with the kids over the park, and you can't believe he saved himself as "hot piece of ass", you already know he's never going to let you live that one down. Even if it wasn't you who said it! But you realize you don't really care. How could you? He looks so cute playing with the kids, some of them trying to climb him like a literal tree...

Damn, you didn't know you could feel jealous because of the kids for something different than nap time, but apparently you could. Especially when it had to do with a big pretty orc that was checking his phone and smirking at you. You try very hard not to blush, but you fail. And the message on your phone only makes you want to giggle and kick your feet. But above all, it makes you want to tease him further...

A/N: Pay attention to the time marks, someone (*cough cough* Unax) is checking his phone as soon as he gets a new message... I wonder why...

Gym slut: Valentine’s special

Inar (Orc) x fem!reader || sfw, tooth-rooting fluff (and some teasing)

You were having a coffee date after a couple of days of not seeing each other when Inar let out a sigh and said: “I’ll be working on Valentine’s Day.” His face was down and his whole body tense. You didn’t want to be disappointed, but something inside of you felt a tiny bit disappointed either way.

So you tried to play it jokingly. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do the whole presents and dinner kind of thing… But we can always fuck later,” you teased, chuckling at your own words. He looked up at you, his face serious as he studied your face.

“Inar, really, it’s okay. We can do those things another day, Valentine’s Day is just another day.” You tried to smile, not wanting him to notice that you were really looking forward to another date with him.

He frowned, his tongue going over his lips in a pensive manner. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” You knew he was serious about that, but you couldn’t let him be down about something that wasn’t even his fault.

“It’s not your fault that you have to work, there’s lil’ babies that need you and all that,” you tried to reassure him, taking another bite of the cake in front of you. It was delicious and you didn’t want to spoil the experience with sad talks.

But he still looked bummed about the whole thing, so you did what always worked with him, you leaned over the table and kissed his lips softly. And as always with him, he leaned in and deepened the kiss until you were breathing hard and your heart was beating erratically in your chest.

The rest of your date went great as always, and when you parted and he kissed you senseless once more, it felt like a promise.

And because he was working, you weren’t expecting the huge bouquet that showed in your office the next day. And by huge you meant huge, huge, and full of your favorite flowers that you didn’t even know he knew about them. “If flowers could represent how much I like you, the bouquet would be bigger than this,” was written on the note attached to one of the stems. You swooned, and so did every single person in your office, too. You earned a lot of teasing because of it, but you were so happy you didn’t even care.

Hours later a big box of chocolates and candies showed up with a note that said “nothing is as sweet as you, but I hope these get close”. It contained every single one of your favorites, and your heart was so warm you couldn’t stop smiling. Even when your coworkers teased you about looking weird all happy. You flipped them the bird and ate some gummy bears, chewing loudly to annoy them.

But that wasn’t all, at lunch, a delivery guy arrived with your favorite pizza, shaped like a heart, and with a note that said “I could be more romantic, but I know you would enjoy pizza more.” And he was so right your heart skipped a beat.

You left work early that day, almost walking on a cloud and feeling so incredibly smitten over your orc boyfriend you were ready to scream. But you came back to an empty house and some chocolate ice-cream. Not disappointing at all… Right.

You tried to distract yourself, but it was around mid afternoon when you finally accepted you weren’t okay with skipping your first Valentine’s Day as a couple. You spent hours thinking about it, and as much as you didn’t want to be that girl, you were that girl. You wanted the heart shaped chocolates, you wanted the flowers, you wanted dinner… And you wanted to wear a skimpy dress and no underwear so he would cut dinner short and take you home. You wanted it all, and life was mean enough that it couldn’t happen.

The gifts he sent your way were great and made you feel so special that the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy every time you thought about him. And then the light-bulb inside your head lighted. Who said it was the male partner the one who has to get flowers and chocolates anyway? You could do something nice for him, you could make him dinner and bring it to him even if you couldn’t have dinner together.

So you plotted. And you cooked. And you were on your way to the hospital in less than two hours. You weren’t sure he could even have dinner with you, but you wanted at least to try.

He appeared through the door talking to another nurse, but as soon as he smelled the air, his head turned to you. He walked to you with big steps and a growing smile. “What are you doing here?” He asked, hugging you so tightly you were out of breath for a second. “Goddess, you smell so good,” he whispered against your head. You were sure he didn’t even say it to you, he was just unable not to say anything nice about you as soon as you were close.

He pulled back, but his arms didn’t let go of your middle, looking down at you as you smiled up. You felt shy for no reason as you showed him the bags you were carrying. “Bringing Valentine’s dinner to my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend, huh?” He teased, the smile on his face was so big you could see almost all his teeth. “It’s the first time you call me that out loud, and I like it,” he whispered the last part against your ear as he leaned down to kiss your cheek and your heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, Nora!” He called over his shoulder to a naga nurse that was acting like she wasn’t totally eavesdropping. “I’m taking a break to have dinner with my girlfriend,” she nodded with a big smile, showing such pointy teeth that a shiver ran down your spine. But you didn’t have time to process it before Inar was grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

He walked you to the elevator, saying something about the roof that you didn’t catch before he was pressing your back against the wall and kissing you senseless, his hands finding your ass and kneading it as he hummed happily against your lips.

“Goddess, I missed you,” he lamented against your neck, kissing a trail of kisses until he was biting softly your earlobe. You whimpered, your knees turning jelly under you. You were about to beg to be fucked right there when the doors opened and a doctor walked in, coughing to cover the awkwardness. Inar hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead, his hands traveling to your lower back to at least appear to be more proper in his place of work. You were sure if it was someplace else, his hands would still be on your ass, but you weren’t about to tease him about it.

The doctor got down at the next stop and a couple seconds later the elevator finally arrived to the top floor. Inar drove you through a staircase that looked out of a scary movie, and then opened a door to…

“A rooftop garden?” You asked, mesmerized by the fairy lights and the vegetation around you.

“There’s a nymph nurse in radiology that has gardening powers, so she created this for us. Nobody else in the hospital knows but the nurses, is our secret spot.” His explanation made the butterflies in your stomach wake up again, driving you a little bit closer to insanity over this amazing orc in front of you.

You had so many words stuck in your throat that you didn’t know what to do with them, so you ended up whispering: “Are you hungry?”

He laughed loudly, “I’m always hungry.”

You pulled out the sandwiches you made along some chips, apologizing for the mediocrity of it all, but he assured you he was more than happy to eat anything as long as it was with you. He hugged you tightly, making sure to always have an arm over your shoulders, giving you some of his warmth. He almost inhaled the food, talking about his day as you smiled at him and slowly chewed your own food. He looked so happy...

By the time he opened the container with the dessert, some freshly baked brownies with cream cheese frosting, your insides were all warm in the cold night and your heart felt about to burst every time you looked at him. He moaned at the first bite, and your pussy tingled with need. You were almost jealous of a piece of dessert…

He offered you some, hand feeding you some pieces as you licked your lips, “accidentally” catching his finger with your lips and swiping over them with your tongue. He grunted and your insides twisted, but he didn’t go further. You wanted him to, you wanted to be ravished under the stars, even if it meant getting a cold because of low temperatures.

He stood up, and you could clearly see his hard on through his uniform pants, the blue of the scrubs looking deliciously tight against his dick. You liked your lips, and he growled low, his dick visibly twitching. You looked up at him, trying to look as enticing as possible to see if you could end the night with a good orgasm under the stars…

But he stopped your dirty thoughts. “I’m gonna make myself clear here, little slut. I want nothing more than to strip you naked right here and have my wicked way with your sweet pussy, but I know we don’t have enough time to do all the things I want to do to you right now. So for now… Dance with me?” He asked, offering you a hand.

“But there’s no music, and I don’t know how to dance,” you laughed when he pulled you up either way.

His body was pressed to yours, he was humming a song you didn’t know as he rocked your bodies from side to side and you rested your head on his pecs. It was peaceful, and romantic, and so much more than you expected your Valentine’s Day to be.

“Thank you for bringing Valentine’s to me,” he whispered, his voice soft and tender.

You didn’t know what to say, so you jut nodded against his chest. “I think I’m falling for you, please don’t hurt me,” you muttered under your breath, your face almost buried between his pecs.

You thought he couldn’t have possibly heard you, but joke was on you, because orc hearing was a lot better than human’s...

Magic dick

A/N: What’s more romantic than a glory hole?

Non-identified monster x fem!reader || glory hole, free use (kinda?), oral sex, dirty talk

Ending Valentine’s Day on a monster club isn’t what you were expecting, but definitely welcomed. The dance floor is great, and you talked and almost humped a couple monsters. You are keyed up and ready to ask one of them to bring you home for the night, but when your friend asks for a bathroom break, you follow her.

That’s when you see it.

There’s a door at the back, a black door with only one sign in the front that says “Let a magic dick decide your destiny”. You turn to your friend with a smile, she’s already shaking her head.

“No,” she cuts your overexcited self. "Let's go, come on," your friend says, pulling you away from the door. But you dig your heels on the floor.

"Dude, come on! It says Let a magic dick decide your destiny. We need to try it!" You know it’s very unlikely she would say yes, but you want to. You want to end your Valentine’s on a high note, and what a better note than a monster dick.

"I don't wanna try a magic dick," she says, almost exasperated.

You look at her, clasping your hands and begging her: "But I do! Come on, pleaseee!" You try to sound as annoying as possible.

"Ugh, okay, I'll wait here. Go in, have fun, if you aren't out in 30 min I'm coming in, though." She rests her back against the wall and takes her phone out, dismissing your very happy-self.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you say as you kiss her cheek loudly and open the door.

Your excitement and anticipation can’t barely keep up with the instant joy that fills your insides. You don’t have time to process why do you feel like that, though.

At the other side there’s a colorful wall with all kinds of genitals painted in pastel colors: human, monster, alien, robot… There’s so many and in so many shapes and colors that it looks almost cozy, like something you could see in a Monstagram post or something. But you don’t focus on that for very long, because in the middle of all of that, there are three holes… and one of them is occupied.

It’s in a pretty combination of purple and green, and it has ridges under the tip, forming almost a crown that looks like it could drive you into oblivion if they rubbed against your G-spot. You lick your lips, your mouth salivating at the idea of tasting him. You don’t know what kind of monster he is, but you can almost picture him with his head thrown back and maybe… maybe horns. Yeah, you’d like if he had horns.

You approach slowly, measuring your steps so he’s at least surprised when you touch him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He starts cursing as soon as you wrap your hands around his shaft.

You aren’t expecting such strong reaction, but it ignites something inside of you that drives you a bit insane with desire. You always preferred partners that were vocal, and the monster on the other side of the wall definitely is.

He’s so big, bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen before, and it’s making you all kinds of hot and bothered. “Hi there, I hope you don’t mind if I help myself here,” you tell the monster, not expecting him to say anything else, but being surprised when he does.

“Are you... who are you?” He sounds choked out, almost as if he’s holding back already and you have only touched him.

“A human,” you simply say, amusement clear in your voice. You don’t know much about glory hole etiquette, but asking for somebody’s identity is probably not it.

He takes a deep breath, sniffing the air audibly. “You smell… Fuck, you smell so good.” He groans, as if your smell is good enough to give him pleasure. His dick twitches in your hand, and well… Maybe your arousal is clear to him? You aren’t sure, but you don’t really mind it, you want to suck his cock and get out of there.

You chuckle, not the first time somebody said that to you tonight. “You can smell me from there?” You ask back, spitting on his dick and using it as lube as he whimpers pitifully.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” You go faster, your hands working in tandem over his shaft as he bulks against the thin wall.

The sounds he’s making are desperate, and you can feel your pussy tingling as you fall to your knees in front of the hole. You think about saying something, but you end up just leaning forward and taking his tip on your mouth, your tongue softly touching the ridges at the crown until he’s begging you to take him deeper, to move faster, until he’s crying so loud you are sure even the people on the dance floor can hear him. But you don’t even care about it.

You only care about the dick in your mouth and the pathetic sounds he’s making, bulking against the wall as if he’s trying to get as far as possible down your throat. But he can’t. You have all the power, and that excites you. That drives your desire higher and higher until you are drenched and your clit is mirroring the pulses of your heartbeat.

“You are great. Fuck. You are doing perfect. You are perfect. Such a pretty mouth, such good tongue over my shaft. Holy fuck…” He’s chanting all kinds of nonsense, but you don’t answer, too busy swallowing around the shaft in your mouth. You hum a response, making the monster groan very loudly. “Goddess, darling, that feels so good…” His voice breaks in another groan, one that makes your insides twitch and your free hand travels down.

You rub your clit over your panties, thanking the universe for wearing the cute little dress that allows you to touch yourself easily. “Are you touching yourself? Fuck, that’s so hot! Get yourself there, darling, please.” You don’t even question how he knows, but knowing he’s aware of your hand in your panties makes you swallow around him, groaning around his shaft. “Finger that pretty pussy for me. Make yourself come with my dick in your mouth.” His words are exhilarating, you’ve never been with somebody who didn’t make dirty talk sound corny, but good damn it if he isn’t helping you out with that dirty mouth.

You do as he says, rubbing your clit at the same time you jerk him off, your mouth too little to take all of him, not even half. He doesn’t seem to care, cursing and screaming for the Goddess as you drive him crazy with your mouth and hand. You push two fingers inside your welcoming pussy, rubbing the heel of your hand against your clit.

The combined sensation between your hand and the cock in your mouth is enough to make your eyes roll back into your head, the symphony of your mixed moans ascending you to heaven. Your back and knees hurt, but you don’t care, you can’t care. You are so close. So, so close…

“I’m… I’m coming. Goddess, fuck. Holy fuck. Come with me, darling, please, let me smell your orgasm…” His words mean nothing, but they are enough to drive you over the edge.

You clench around your fingers at the same time he screams and your throat is filled with his seed. He tastes sweet, almost like pie (the joke in there isn’t missed). You hum around his shaft until he’s begging and crying out, pulling back as you smile and run your tongue over your lips, catching the last drops of his release. You lick your own fingers as you get up, humming happily and sated.

“Wait there,” he grunts across the wall, the dick disappearing completely as you wipe your mouth and get your dress down.

You chuckle, walking to the door and opening to find your friend looking over your shoulder. You turn around just in time to see a very big, very scary purple and green monster barreling down the hallway, dick still wet and hanging out his open pants.

Turns out the magic dick could predict who would be your soulmate, and nobody was expecting for you to be the mate of the dick in question… Not even him.

Alien inspector: Valentine’s Day

A/N: This one takes place in the future of the main story. So the drama we currently in is long past and they already worked thru much stuff. Take this as a special epilogue to the story that’s still developing. Enjoy!

Alien (Xyris) x fem!reader || breeding, degradation, sex toys, dirty talk, bondage, gags, overstimulation, cum-inflation (light)

He had been making you come for hours, you were tied to his examining table once again, and he was reading some paperwork, his eyes never leaving the computer, as you shivered and cried out around the gag in your mouth.

He was very methodical when he put the tiny vibrator inside of you, pressing it against your G-spot until you were gushing around it and he was chuckling at your desperate needy cunt. You couldn’t move, you could barely see with all the tears building in your eyes after what feels like the twentieth orgasm of the evening. You couldn’t even beg, only hold mumble and groan around the gag as you orgasmed over and over.

“You are so loud, human. Even when I’m trying to work you are there crying and coming around a toy… What a pathetic little pussy you have, can’t even hold back the orgasms…” He bemusedly complained from the desk, his eyes finally looking at your tied body.

He turned the chair in your direction, and you saw how hard he was, your mouth salivating at the thought of having him fuck it. But he was too controlled for that, he wanted to drive you into insanity and you knew he would do that before he even considered to touch you.

“Your fuck-hole looks so good from here, human, all wet and shiny, quivering around the tiny toy I slipped inside your stupid human body… Uh! I saw that human, did you just come again because I called you stupid? What a little whore getting worked up to the point of orgasm just because I make fun of you? So masochistic, aren’t you?” You nodded, desperate for his touch.

He got up from the chair, approaching you as he palmed his dick through his pants. He looked sinful, his gray skin almost glowing under the fluorescent as he stopped right at the edge of the table.

“Tell me how much you want my cock. Tell me how much you want my come,” he ordered. You whined around the gag, drooling all over your neck and chest and making him chuckle before removing the gag. “Say it, human, tell me you want my cock buried deep inside. Tell me how much of a whore you are for my cum.”

“I- I am,” your voice sounded rough. “I’m such a whore for you, I need you deep inside. Please Xyris, give me your cock. Come inside of me, please…” Your voice sounded whiny and pathetic and the way it made him laugh sent shivers down every cell in your body.

You felt electrified, and when he lowered his pants just enough to take his cock out, you moaned. “I’m gonna fuck you now just because it’s your human Valentine’s Day and the internet said it was tradition to give your partner’s gifts. So I’m gifting you a good deep creampie… Or two… Or three… Let’s see how much I can stuff in that pretty little fuck-hole,” he accompanied his last word with two long fingers slipping inside your pussy, pressing against the toy and making you scream.

He waited no more, his fingers scooping the toy out and pressing it to your clit, making you scream louder than before. You knew all the spaceship would know you were being fucked within an inch of your life, but you couldn’t care less. It wasn’t the first time, and wouldn’t be the last. He liked you screaming and your inner exhibitionist liked that everyone knew how much of a slut you were, even if sometimes made you blush in the middle of the hallway when somebody winked knowingly at you.

Your mind got back to reality as soon as he leaned down and licked your overstimulated pussy, making you cry out his name as he smiled against your vulnerable flesh. “Such a responsive little hole, I love how wet you get when I play with it,” his tender words only ignited you further, your body thrashing against the restrains as you tried to follow his mouth with your hips. He only laughed. “Oh no, human, you don’t get what I don’t give you. Now, how do we ask?”

“Please… Please Xyris, fill me. Fill me. Fill me, please!”

“Such a good little whore for me,” he whispered with a big smile, his hand pushing the vibrator harder against your clit at the same time he pushed his dick inside of you.

Your body was too tired to react properly, but it took him less than two thrusts to make you come again. But it didn’t stop there, he fucked you like the monster he was, pushing in and out of you with a desperation and a need you were almost used to after all the time together, but still surprised you.

“I’m gonna fill you until your stomach is bloated and you can’t walk without leaving a tail of my come behind you,” his words were so harsh and vulgar that you cried out, another orgasm washing over your body as he released himself inside of you.

There was so much of it, but still he kept pumping in and out, his hips going so fast your human eyes could barely process the movement, but you didn’t care, your brain was short-circuiting and every nerve in your body was responding to the pleasure he was giving you.

You came many times after that, so many you weren’t even sure when one orgasm ended and the next began… and he never flattered, his pace fast and hard as he fucked in and out of your hole like you were nothing more than his precious fuck-hole, his human fleshlight. And you enjoyed every second of it. By the time he was done with you, your pussy was sore and your lower belly a bit distended with all the come he dumped inside your welcoming heat.

Best Valentine’s Day ever.

Not one… but two?

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Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || tooth-rotten fluff, sfw but sexy

You are walking back home, half drenched and with your jacket closed completely, you are trying really hard not to drop the contents. You open the door to your shared house just to hear Ambrose cursing over the kitchen, and you decide to avoid that area for a little while, at least until your new friend is happy and dry.

“Honey! I’m home…” You say passing by the kitchen and into the bathroom, rushing a bit more than normal so he wouldn’t see, and closing the door behind you as you hear Ambrose’s hooves moving in your direction.

He tries to open the door and huffs when he finds it closed. “Wha- Why is the door closed, sunshine?” He sounds concerned and only grows when you curse as the kitty scratches the back of your hand accidentally. “What’s going on in there? Are you okay?” He sounds frantic and you both know he can break the door if he wants to, but then he would have to go buy a new one and you are counting that he wouldn’t do that. At least you expect he won’t.

“I’m- I’m going to poop!” You tell him, the lie in your words making your voice waver.

He huffs again, very loudly. “No, you are not. Open the door, sunshine.”

You sigh, knowing full well you will have to tell him either way, seeing as the fluff-ball is currently trying to bite your fingers as it purrs. You open slowly the door, trying to look as pitiful as possible to try to convince him. He stares at you for a second, and then his eyes fall to the kitten on your hands and he takes a deep breath.

“What is that?” He sounds confused, but also a bit annoyed. “Why do you have a kitten? Where did you find a kitten?”

First thing first: “Can we keep it?” He frowns, so you try to argue your point: “I found him in a puddle, and he is missing a fang, and he's a bob-tailed kitten,” you try to not sound too excited but you fail. “But I promise I waited to see if his mom came to get him! But she didn’t, and he was alone, and I couldn’t leave him there,” you bite your lower lip, your eyes teary and his frown relaxes, tenderness replacing it. But you continue your speech: “I already brought him to the vet before I came home, and he just needs love and food and pettings. His name is Mister Puddles,” you finally announce after the rambling. He’s looking at you with equal parts annoyance and tenderness. “Can we keep it, please?” You use your best puppy dog eyes, looking up at him from under your lashes in a way that you are sure reminds him of you sucking his cock. You aren’t playing fair, but you are going to keep that kitty no matter what.

“But a kitten…” He tries, but then you hear a tiny little mewl behind him, and a gray fluff ball comes crashing into his hooves, falling to its side pitifully.

“Ambrose… What is that?” You said, amazed and itching to grab the precious kitty on the floor.

He looks down at it, and then at you, and then at it, and then at you… “A kitten,” he finally deadpans.

You bite back a gasp. “What? Why? How? What?!” Your questions only make him muster a tiny smile, his eyes worried and his eyebrows frowned again.

“You wanted one, so I talked to an adoption agency, and they delivered it earlier and I’ve been trying to take care of it before you arrived. AND NOW WE HAVE TWO!” He sounds stressed and frantic, and you think it’s so comical you have to cover your mouth to avoid laughing. “Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess. Fuck, what are we going to do with two?!” He’s not even talking to you anymore, but passing his hand through his head in exasperation, looking between the kitties and frowning.

“So we can keep them?” You ask again, grabbing his hand and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes again. You pout a little and he sighs, nodding once and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Okay, we can keep them, fuck. I’m going to regret this,” he mutters under his breath as you let Mister Puddles down to play with his brother and grab Ambrose by the neck of his shirt and pull down until you can kiss him senseless.

He has you pressed against the wall in less than two seconds, his hands on your ass and yours tangled in his curly hair. He groans against your mouth and you whine in return, grinding your hips down, trying to make him desperate to fuck you so you can properly thank him for your Valentine’s present.

But then the kitties mewl and one of them starts to whine, so you break the kiss and jump down his arms and lay flat on the floor with the kitties, getting their attention instantly. They jump over your body as Ambrose looks at you with hooded eyes and a frown.

“I wasn’t done.” You can see that, the outline of his cock so clear in his pants your mouth is salivating.

You giggle, “but the kitties need us right now, we can have celebratory sex later, okay? I have a Valentine’s present for you…” You wink, thinking about the cow printed negligee you have stored at the back of your closet.

“Okay… I’ll start with dinner,” he says, but you are already distracted with the kitties so he only huffs and walks away.

The cats are precious and soft and adorable, and very distracting. You spend half the dinner looking down as they play with each other. Cooing every time they do something adorable, taking a thousand and one pics and being so happy that your heart feels about to burst. Ambrose is not that happy, though (or so he tries to say).

“You barely ate anything, I prepared my girlfriend her favorite food for Valentine’s day and she’s more concerned about two fluff-balls than me…” He mutters under his breath, making you chuckle.

“Are you jealous of two kittens, Ambrose?” You try not to be too teasing, but the brat in you is showing.

“No. I’m not jealous of two kittens. I’m your boyfriend, I don’t need your constant attention.” That’s such a blatant lie that even you catch it. You arch an eyebrow, and he looks down. Caught. He walks to you with intent, leaning down and kissing you until you are breathing hard just to pull away. “I’m going to fuck you senseless because of that, brat,” he whispers against your lips.

You could agree, you could be nice and play the good pet for him… or you could be a brat and say: “Mmmm, are you?”

You are totally expecting it when he walks to you and throws you over his shoulder. You giggle all the way, and can’t stop the cooing when you see the two fluff-balls following you to the room. You already set a little playpen and bed in the corner, so they could start learning to sleep there on their own, and as soon as they enter the room the run for the little ball there.

You swoon, and Ambrose drops you onto the bed. “Stop with the cats, we are in the middle of something,” he says, pinching your nipples harshly as you moan brokenly.

“Wait! The present. Let me up,” you tell him, escaping under his arm as he crawls to you.

You run to the closet, grabbing the negligee and running to the bathroom to get ready. A minute later you are leaning against the frame as Ambrose gapes at your form.

“Fuck, you look so hot in that… Come here, pet,” he orders. There’s no more play in his tone, and you can see the outline of his cock straining the fabric of his pants.

You approach him and he grabs you by the waist, throwing you to the bed and covering your body with his big one, his hands exploring every inch of your body as he claims your mouth in a passionate kiss. You are moaning against his mouth and rubbing your center up as he grinds down.

But he breaks the kiss after a few minutes. “Why won’t they stop purring!?”

“They are happy,” you explain, smiling up at him and grabbing his horns to claim his mouth in another kiss.

But after a couple seconds he breaks the kiss. “I can’t.”

“What?” You try not to laugh, but your voice sounds amused when you ask.

“They are right there… And they are babies… I just… I can’t.” He looks pained, frown set between his eyes as he looks between you and the kitties.

“We can lock them outside the room,” you offer, your legs still in a weird angle with his dick rubbing against your covered pussy. You try to roll your hips against him, but he’s still looking at the two kitties purring and playing on the playpen in the corner of the room.

“What? No! They are babies! What if something happens?” He looks back at you with such offense in his tone that you have to giggle.

“Okay… Then no sex for Valentine’s Day,” you say, trying to hold back your laughter.

You know you should be at least a bit mad about it, but he looks so conflicted and the kittens are so cute… You don’t mind waiting for dick a few hours until the new baby daddy is sure enough that he can fuck you.

“What? No!” He sounds terribly offended and you can’t hold back your laughter anymore, throwing your head back and chuckling so loudly you snort.

“Ambrose, I love you, but you can’t have both. Either we lock them outside and you focus, or we don’t fuck tonight,” you tell him softly. And then for good measure you add: “And we can bring them to bed and cuddle with the babies…” You try not to smirk at the way his eyes light up at that option, but you don’t succeed.

Before you can react, he’s off you, pulling down your negligee and walking to pick up the kitties. They purr even louder when he grabs them, so tiny they fit in one of his hands. “This is just a rain check, I’m definitely fucking you in the next 24h, sunshine.” He tries to sound authoritative about it, but he’s looking at the kitties and his smile is so big he loses all intend.

“Sure thing, honey,” you said amused, two tiny fluff balls purring intently between the two of you.

And that’s how your Valentine’s Day ends with no sex but two kittens. You’d be mad… but you have two kittens to worry about, and a big minotaur that definitely didn’t like kittens (or so he said as he picked them up and cooed at their tiny faces).

You can fuck… in a few hours.

Helping neighbors: Valentine’s Day

A/N: This is a timeless short and could or could not be inside the main story. Doesn’t add any plot, but it was very fun to write. Enjoy!

Orc (Aimar) x Minotaur (Haritz) x fem!reader || tooth-rooting fluff (kinda), oral sex, body worship (kinda), sharing is caring, pegging

Aimar and you were frantically organizing stuff over the table, lighting the candles and checking the oven so dinner wouldn’t burn. You two had been more than busy lately, and you decided the best Valentine’s gift possible was to take care of the one you two loved the most.

Just like if your thoughts summoned him, Haritz opened the door and walked in, two big boxes of chocolates resting on his stretched arms. He stopped mid step when he saw both of you standing there: Aimar wearing nothing more but an apron and you wearing a skimpy mesh dress that left nothing to the imagination.

Haritz opened and closed his mouth a couple times, his eyes burning over your body as he checked you out. “What is this? What did you two do? I thought we agreed we wouldn’t celebrate because of work and…” He rambled, like he did every time he got nervous.

“We prepared a nice Valentine’s for our favorite minotaur,” you cut him, your heart beating a bit too fast. You were sure they could hear it, but you already got used to living with monsters with super senses, nothing was private anymore and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Why- Why would you do this for me?” He asked next, making you two frown at him.

Aimar talked first, his tone rough and almost mad: “Because you are the best boyfriend possible and we’ve been so busy lately… And you’ve been so good to us, making dinner, taking care of us, doing extra chores so we could get some rest…”

“So now you sit down and we take care of you,” you finished for him, grabbing the big minotaur’s hand and leading him to the table.

You prepared his favorite food, not as good as he would because neither of you were such good cooks, but good enough that it was yummy. You ate and shared stories about your week, marveling about the calmness and pace that came along being partners with these two monsters, your heart feeling so full it felt about to burst.

The dinner was fast, all three of you too pent up with sexual frustration after a couple of days without any action at all. You really hated capitalism when it took you away from amazing time with your partners (and amazing sex, too). As soon as Haritz had finished chewing the last bite of his salad, you stood up and grabbed his hand, muttering about “dessert for later” as he giggled.

You walked to your shared room, groaning when his free hand caressed your side and squeezed your ass over the thin fabric of your dress. You pushed Haritz’s middle softly until he was sitting down on the mattress, his legs parted and his erection clear in his pants. He was resting back on his hands, but his eyes never left you two. Aimar knelt between his legs, and then he pulled you with him, both of you looking up at your precious minotaur.

“You go up and I go down,” Aimar instructed, launching himself almost instantly as you chuckled and Haritz moaned over you, his head thrown back as his legs trembled.

You got to work, lowering your mouth around his tip at the same time Aimar sucked his balls, his big minotaur hips bulking every time the pleasure got too intense… which was all the time because he wouldn’t stop moving. Aimar grunted, his big hands pushing down on his hips so he wouldn’t choke you, and you giggled around the tip in your mouth.

“Sunshine, if you keep that up I’m going to spill in two seconds,” Haritz lamented, his whole body tense with the intention of not coming.

You pulled back, your lips against the slit dripping precome when you told him: “Come then, I’m going to fuck your tight asshole either way.” Both of them stared at you speechless. “What?” You asked.

“Are you going to peg him?” Aimar asked at the same time Haritz said: “You are going to fuck me?”

“I thought it would be okay but if you don’t want to…” You said, suddenly nervous.

“Get the harness,” both of them said in unison, making you laugh and let out a relieved sigh.

You walked to the box where you stored all the toys. You bought the harness in your last sex-toy shopping spree, but you hadn’t used it yet, and you were dying to do so. Haritz fell backwards, pushing his legs up and holding them there, exposing himself completely to you two. It was the prettiest sight you’d ever encountered. You stretched him together, the movement of your orc’s fingers against your own inside your minotaur’s hole was enough to make you whine, your pussy tingly and desperate.

You slipped the harness on, and Aimar positioned himself behind you, the tip of his cock right in your dripping pussy. “Go slow,” he instructed, holding your hips and helping you move against Haritz’s. As soon as you bottomed out, Haritz was grunting and moaning, pleading you to let him come, stroking his cock frantically as Aimar chuckled behind you, looking at your boyfriend over your shoulder. “Fuck him hard, darling,” he whispered against your ear and you shivered, moving your hips to do exactly that.

And then your orc’s boyfriend cock hit home inside your pussy in one hard thrust and all carefulness and calm were thrown off the window. He started a punishing pace, holding onto your hips and moving you so you were fucking Haritz and fucking yourself on his cock at the same time. It was frantic and desperate, it was hot as boiling and your whole body was feeling the burn of pleasure.

The symphony of flesh against flesh was so good your brain was short-circuiting and when Aimar hit the right spot inside of you, your hips bucked so hard Haritz was pushed over the edge, too. His dick twitched as he came between you two, making a mess and driving you a bit further into your orgasm. It made you feel so powerful to have driven him so wild with just a dildo and your movements (even if Aimar did most of the work).

You fell forward right over his come, letting out a wet sound that made you giggle. Aimar pulled out of you and rolled you so you were sprawled right next to your minotaur, both of you looking at the fine specimen of orc in front of you. “Now I fuck you both again until you are full of come and unable to walk tomorrow,” Aimar teased as he looked down at you, spent and tired, and stroked his still hard cock.

And he delivered.

Hucow (part 2)

Request: Can you write a longer story on Minotaur Cowboy 🤠

A/N: First part for those of you who don’t know what anon is talking about is here. This is very filthy, same as last time, and it’s a very niche kink, but good damn it if I didn’t enjoy writing this. Enjoy!

Minotaur x fem!human || hucow fantasy, voyeurism, exhibitionism, edging

Your minotaur farmer thought he was very smart and he loved you the most, but what he didn’t really knew was that you’d been playing him all along. You enjoyed his attention much more than he thought.

Since the first day you saw him, you wanted him. You wanted him desperately, and when he asked to milk you, you were more than eager to agree. He used his hands on your nipples, gently massaging them at first but rapidly milking you like the cow you were, his body covering your back as his hands squeezed every drop out of you. You could feel his dick against your covered pussy, and you rolled your hips, asking for more, wanting more… But he didn’t do anything that day. You had to walk back home with a dripping pussy and an eager clit that day.

The next day was more of the same, and the next one, and the next one after that… He hired more hucows and more minotaur cowboys, but you were always out of their rotation, nobody could touch you but him. And it drove you wild. You could only watch as others got milked and teased as you leaked, unable to touch your own breasts, and unable to find release.

The first time you saw one of the other minotaurs fucking the hucows, you pinned. They soon realized that was the way to make them more productive, more eager to be milked… So you became bolder, more eager, and he was helpless to resist your sweet scent and tight pussy. When later that day he appeared to milk you, you begged and begged until he was balls deep inside of you, releasing so much come you were dripping around his dick. He humped your pussy like an overeager minotaur as you moaned and groaned, asking for more.

Most times he enjoyed watching you across the farm, fucking some of the others but never looking away from your plump body. He fucked them, milked them… But always found his way to you.

You observed him while he walked around the farm, testing and probing the other hucows there. He thought he was so important and so big, but you saw past his exterior, seeing him as what he was: a bull ready to fuck every one of them until they were crying out. You knew you should be mad, you should be angry that he fucked them first, that he milked them first… but you didn’t care about that, it excited you. You liked how he walked one by one, choosing the pussy he was going to fuck until he was ready to burst, making them come until they were dripping down their legs and their breasts were leaking into the buckets under them, his dexterous hands milking them until they were dry and spent. It was all part of the fun, it was all part of the edging he was playing with you.

Until he got tired of playing with the others, and positioned yourself right into his office. You were like one more piece of furniture, your body displayed there, ready to be fucked and milked by him every time he wanted… or every time you begged loud enough. He loved that, he loved to fuck you senseless and have you bent down so he could stare into your dripping pussy as you milked yourself in front of him, getting hornier by the second just so he could slip right back inside and fill you with load after load. A never-ending circle that left both of you satisfied.

And that’s how you became his personal hucow, ready to be fucked, ready to be milked, displayed on his office for everyone to stare… but not touch.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 8)

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

He arrives there early, his nephew in tow and a bag full of snacks for all the kids. He didn’t know what everyone could eat, so he bought a bit of everything. He’d been nannying for his nephews and nieces since they were born, but it felt different to take care of a bunch of kids that weren’t related to him. He knows it shouldn’t be that hard, after all he’s only there to help the teachers, but still, kids low-key scare him. But he promised and you looked so fucking happy when he said he would be the chaperone… Fuck.

“Uncle Unax!” His nephew urges, pulling at his arm and pointing ahead with his tiny chubby green finger. “That’s my minotaur friend!” He look at the kid he’s pointing and recognizes it as the one who threw you down yesterday.

He frowns, and then shakes his head, not believing he’s mad at a kid. He’s so gone on you, and he barely knows anything, yet. He needs to ask you out, and he needs to do it soon before he dies of frustration because he hasn’t even kissed you yet, and he craves it like pregnant people crave weird food combos.

“Can I go play with them?” His nephew breaks his train of thought. He nods at him and stands awkwardly with his bag full of snacks and not knowing what to do.

“You must be Unax, right?” A sweet voice says behind him, he turns around in time to see the naga director, the one who called him a hot piece of ass over the phone. He tries not to chuckle at the memory. “Nice to meet you.” She extends a hand and he takes it.

But then there’s you, half limping to the entrance with a big smile and an outfit that makes all your curves show perfectly. He’s so focused on you that he doesn’t even register what the director is saying. “I see how it is…” She says with a giggle as she slithers away. He doesn’t look at her go, his eyes fixed on you.

He almost runs to you, grabbing you by the waist and helping you walk with a smile. “Good morning, nice to see you walking again, or should I say limping?” He asks amused. You look at him with a frown, but the smile on your lips is enough to know you aren’t mad.

“Ha ha, very funny. Let’s see who laughs when there’s kids pulling on your pants and you have control twenty of them.” He looks at you panicked and you laugh so loudly and carefree that his heart skips a beat. You are so fucking beautiful. “Relax, I won’t let you alone with them,” you reassure with a big smile.

“Give me your phone,” he says with a smirk, his big green hand outstretched in your direction. You look so good he’s trying really hard not to check you out (not very obvious at least).

“What? Why?” You look like a deer caught in headlights, and his heart gives a warning beat.

He thinks of a reason to ask for your phone that doesn’t include the words mate nor already in love with you, and end up saying: “So I can contact you in case I’m alone with them.” You look disappointed, and that ignites a spark of joy inside of him.

The second your phone is in his hand, he’s rapidly tapping. His phone beeps with a new message and he smiles brightly at you, he can smell your unsureness, but also the joy underneath it that makes his whole body react. It’s not till much later that you see what he send and how he saved himself in your phone.

Valentine's week planning

I'm so excited for the surprises I have planned! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Electric eel-hybrid

Request: I see your rattlesnake naga and raise you electric eel hybrid/merfolk! Electric play… use your imagination… 🎀

A/N: the rattlesnake naga the anon refers to is this one. Enjoy!

Electric eel-hybrid x fem!reader || electric play (?), tail play, oral sex

Electric eel boyfriend who is scared of telling you what he likes in the bed. But what he’s definitely not expecting is for you to be even kinkier than he is.

You’d been thinking about it for a long time, since you started dating, every time he sneezes or gets really worked up, you can see the sparks of electricity on his tail, and something inside of you is itching to try it… You never knew you’d be into electric play, but every time it happens, the urge inside of you grows and grows.

It takes a few tries to convince him to play with you, but the first contact of his electricity with your body is enough to send you spiraling into pleasure. It feels like tiny sparks against your skin, almost like a massage that leaves you pliant and ready to be fucked until you are dumb. And when he uses it over your nipples, it sends sparks of pain and pleasure mixed into the perfect amalgam of intensity. You get so wet you form a puddle under you.

He’s surer of himself after that, playing with his tail and his electricity over his body as he devours your pussy like a starving eel-hybrid.

And only gets better from there.

He uses it while doing normal things around the house, touching you lightly on the back of your thighs, pressing it against your ass cheek, or even being bold enough to touch his tail against your covered pussy while you are out and about. It’s the best thing that ever happened to you.

And when he finally uses it inside of you, your whole world is rocked. The whole universe moves when he pushes his tail inside your welcoming heat and starts sending little electric-shocks through it. It’s life altering, the way the electricity feels inside of you, almost like he’s fucking you without even moving… Your whole body feels like a live wire and he’s playing all your cords perfectly to get you into a state of desperation and need that has you shivering.

It only takes a few seconds for you to come, and he’s not even moving! And when he fucks you with intent, your brain short-circuits and you can only feel pleasure and electricity, your whole body attuned to his as he fucks you senseless, his dexterous fingers playing with your pussy until you are a mess of juices and orgasms.

Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

Were-CaneCorso

Were-Cane Corso husband x Shifter black maned Asiatic lioness ( she is a spotted gurl 😍) He is on his full moon time, completely shifted into his cerberus black dog form, while she is in heat fully trusting that she will be greatly pleasured by her compassionate husband. Her heats had been very painful, and her husband will stop at nothing to aid his amoré, even going as far as syncing up with her heat period. NSFW. Knotting in her mouth. Both oral receiving. Lion claws digging in his back.

A/N: Hi! I’m not comfortable with mouth-knotting, but I think this ended up pretty good. Enjoy!

Were-Cane Corso x lioness!reader || body worship, knotting, oral sex, implied breeding

He’d been trying to refuse intimacy with you since you started dating, and you accepted because you didn’t want to pressure him into anything he wasn’t ready to give you. Interspecies relationships were weird enough without the addition of sexual weirdness, so you waited.

And waited.

But at some point your libido was asking for more of you than he could give you, aka: your heat is approaching, so you had to ask. You had to get at least answers. And when he finally tells you he’s been pretty much bullied all his life because of his looks, you want to stab somebody on his behalf. Your pretty and sweet monster boyfriend is the best person you’ve ever met, and the fact that somebody made him feel like less makes your blood boil inside your veins. You have to bite your lip to avoid the hiss that’s threatening to escape, your claws extended and your breathing labored.

You don’t exactly jump him after that, but it’s something pretty close to it. You jump into his arms and he instantly catches you with his fucking big arms and strong body. You scratch his back as you devour his mouth, his pants against your lips driving you wild as you feel something inside of you release to the point of not coming back.

Your heat. Fuck.

He grunts against your open mouth, kissing down your jaw and biting right where your neck meets your shoulder, making you hiss in pleasure as you do the same with him. It’s instinctual and almost primal, the way you two kiss and bite and devour each other is exhilarating and when you part mouths and he whispers he thinks he’s matching your heat with his rut, you almost get crazy with pent up frustration.

You beg to suck his cock, and he complies, his body tense when he undresses in front of you. But you can’t have that. You don’t want that of him. So you kiss every inch of revealed skin, his fur tickling your lips as you travel down his full body until you are kneeling in front of him. Your legs are trembling and your pussy is so wet you are pretty sure it’s forming a puddle under you.

You throw yourself at him like the desperate lioness you are, mouth open as you suck around his tip until he’s begging you to go further, faster, harder… And you comply, swallowing around him, humming your favorite song and fisting his knot until he’s crying out and releasing deep down your throat. You savor every last drop, sucking until he begs for mercy and pulls you up against his body.

It’s desperate and frantic. It’s fast and hard, and he’s fucking you like a madman, and you are giving back as much as he’s giving you. You push him forward until he’s on his back and you are riding him like a mechanic bull and he’s telling you how good and pretty you look, and how glad he is he found you.

And when you finally slip his knot inside, your hips rolling over his and his face contorts with pleasure you can’t avoid the orgasm that rocks over your body even if you wanted. You throw your head back and sink your claws into his chest, making him howl even louder as you come around his knot. His release is hot and burning inside of you, and it feels so good you are almost drooling.

By the time the knot comes down, you are dripping fluids and he’s breathing hard under you, his smile so big you know he won’t be doubting how hot he is for a while...

Alien inspector (part 8: Xyri’s POV)

A/N: Okay, let’s try this again. This part blew my own mind away, so I truly hope that you are as shook with this development as I am. This is short but very intense, and moves the plot forward a lot. (I’d love to hear what you thought once you read it). Enjoy!

Alien (Xyris) x fem!reader || sfw, but lots of anger, plot twist?

He wasn’t worried. Not at all. He wasn’t worried because he didn’t care about you. He was completely detached. You were just a toy he enjoyed playing with and he could quit playing with you whenever he wanted. Just that… It wasn’t exactly what happened.

He had spent the last several days worrying about why you hadn’t come to see him. Last time was as fun as all the other times. He played with you until your legs were trembling and you couldn’t leave his room for hours after, recovering from the series of orgasms he gave you. He smirked remembering it, your poor human legs failing every time you tried to get up as he chuckled internally and stared at you without expression on his face.

And you said you wouldn’t be back. You didn’t want to do it anymore, but both of you knew that was a lie. Both of you knew you’d be back in a day, two at most… But it had been almost a week, and he hadn’t seen you around, or in his room. You weren’t even there when he checked in your job position at the water control area of the ship.

Something was wrong, and he didn’t know what. It itched inside of him, the realization that you might not be coming back to him, but most of all, it itched that he couldn’t find you. So he gave up, and went to find the answers he knew had no business asking for.

He opened the door without even bothering to say anything, the light flashing green as soon as he touched the sensor. He had access to every part of the ship, he was the boss after all.

“Where is she?” He simply asked.

“Co- commander. Who? Who are you looking for?” The aliens in the control center were nervous, he could almost smell it in the air, all of them looking back at him with big eyes and trembling lips. If they started to cry, he would fire them, he didn’t want emotional people working on his ship.

“Where. Is. She?” He repeated slower this time. They were all useless, very intelligent but useless when he needed them to do anything. The anger inside of him started to shimmer, his jaw clenching as he asked again. “Where is the human?”

The one in charge of the center stuttered, opening and closing their mouth like a fish. “There’s many humans on the ship, can you be more preci-…”

You cut him. “Where is my fucking human?” If you had to ask one more time, heads would be rolling on the floor and there would be a blood bath. He was a civilized species, but also one of the most bloodthirsty of them all.

“She’s sick,” an alien in the back of the room said. Xyris walked to him, his sole focus on his words.

He took a deep breath, trying not to unleash all the fury boiling inside of him onto the poor alien sitting there. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?” His tone was calm and collected, but he was a thread away of snapping.

The poor alien shivered visibly, his blob body trembling like jello when Xyri’s stepped closer to him. “She requested another doctor and not to tell you,” the blob finally confessed, an edge of fear in his tone.

And that did it.

That was the final straw in a series of very bad decisions made by others on the ship. Maybe bad decisions on him too, like catching feelings for a mere human. You were supposed just to be a recipient, an experiment of his human kink… And now he was about to swift into his natural form if they didn’t get their shit together and let him know what the fuck was happening to you.

He could hear some of the others walking away, scared whispers of monster and primal and blood-thirst echoing in the background. He didn’t mind it. He wanted them to be afraid. He wanted them to be scared of him. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

His whole body started to vibrate, his muscles expanding and his chest opening, his voice got incredibly deep when he talked again: “I’m the boss of y’all, I don’t fucking care what she said. If she is sick… YOU. INFORM. ME.” By the time he punctuates those last three words, his voice was guttural and his teeth were so big he couldn’t close his mouth.

He could smell the pee in the blob-alien in front of him, and that only fueled his anger further. They were all weak useless creatures. Weak species all around him, and the weakest of all became his own weakness… How the fuck did that happen? And why the fuck he didn’t even care about it? He only cared about finding you. Tracking you down… Making sure you were okay.

And goddess help everyone who dared stand in his way to you.

His body was so big his head hit the ceiling, and the door flew away when he crossed it, the noise resonating inside the ship. His primal form scratched the walls of the hallway leading to your room. Some other crew members ran away as soon as they saw him, so big and scary, most of them weren’t even aware a form like that existed.

But his goal was still one, they wouldn’t need to worry if they weren’t stopping him from finding you. He followed your smell across the ship, leaving broken ceiling lights and destroyed corners all over the ship. And when he stood in front of the door that smelled the most of you, he tore it from it’s hinges.

A very pitiful looking human stared back at him, your mouth open in a silent scream as he growled in victory. He found you. You were right there. And then it finally clicked.

You weren’t just a human, you were…

You were his.

The curse

Patreon Commission for @i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this

Request: Could I get fem reader x demon where the demon and reader meet at a book shop, but suprise it's the demons book shop. It's neat closing, so after seeing read buying monster romance book, he gives her the real thing!

A/N: Accidentally very romantic (and a bit sad), probably will expand in the future because I really like the plot, let me know if y’all want me to make another part of this. Enjoy!

Demon x fem!reader || size kink, tail play, fluff

You’ve come to this bookstore since it opened. It’s just around the corner from your house and you are completely in love with the vibe and the general aura of the place. It smells like old books and something sweet you can’t quite point out.

Most of the time it seems like there’s nobody around, not even somebody to ring your purchases, but you feel at home there. It’s like there’s a vibe in the air that makes you be so quiet and calm, your brain shuts up for a bit while you are browsing different titles, and it’s just… peaceful in a world that’s too noisy.

So you started to spend more and more time in the bookstore, you didn’t even know why, but every time you left your house, something urged you in that direction. So you comply with your baser urges and end up walking into the bookstore with a soft “hello” that nobody answers. As soon as you enter, calm washes over you.

Your feet walk on their own to the monsterfucker section, always well stocked. “Always around the monsterfucker books, human, I’m starting to think you have a kink...” A deep voice resonates behind you, half amused, half teasing.

You let out a loud yelp and turn around so fast your feet slip under you, and you feel the world tilting his axis as you fall to the ground. Your ass sounds like a thud when you hit the hardwood, an imposing figure appearing out of thin air with a smirk so big you can see his fangs. He’s magnificent, big and completely red, his eyes so dark they feel endless and his wings so wide you are a bit scared he’s going to knock the shelves over.

“Who- who are you?” You stutter, your heart is going so fast you almost think it’s trying to escape your chest.

He chuckles, looking at you with something close to… fondness? “I’m the owner of the place,” he finally says, bored, as if he’s said that exact same thing a thousand of times. His big body is leaning against the books you were just looking at, and there’s fire burning inside his deep black eyes. Literal fire that ignites something deep and primal inside your chest making you gasp. He looks relaxed and cool, very much like one of the book boyfriends of your preferred romances.

“I’ve never seen you around?” You intend it as an affirmative, but sounds more like a question.

“Haven’t you?” He asks you, his head tilted to the side as he bites back a smile. “The bookstore has a spell, nobody can remember me outside these walls. But who do you think has been checking your books before you buy them? Giving you personalized recommendations based on the ones you already bought?” He tries to play it as if it’s funny, but you see past his cold demeanor and into his very sad eyes.

“That… that makes no sense,” you let out.

Your brain is spinning and you want nothing more than to believe him, something in your chest is pried open and exposed, like a nerve you didn’t know was there but it’s screaming at you to understand whatever he’s saying.

“Of course it does. Come here,” he extends his hand to help you up.

The second your fingers touch an avalanche of memories flood your brain.

Him telling you about the books he likes. You telling him about your obsession with monster romance. Him offering you some tea and sitting in silence with you as you both read. You talking about your past and your most embarrassing memories as you both laugh...

You remember him giving back your memories every time you touch, and how it grew on you. How he changed the way of introduction everyday… and how he said goodbye every evening when you had to go, eyes sad and a tiny smile playing on his lips.

“Why did you do that?” You ask, breathlessly.

Your brain continues spinning, and feelings you don’t know if you can name start blooming inside of you. It feels like one of those night flowers that close during certain hours just to open up again when the sun sets. He’s the moon rising in the horizon as your heart pulls you to him as if blooming...

He smiles, even more relaxed than before, releasing your hand and playing with the cover of a book that has a monster very similar to him on the cover. “What did I do?” He teases, a tiny smile showing his fangs.

“Why did you erase my memory every time I leave?” You ask, and deep inside your head there’s a memory of you asking something similar already.

And just like last time, he reminds you: “It’s a norm. The bookstore forbids people from remembering me, that’s how’s supposed to be.” He sounds like a broken record when he tells you that, emotionless and bored as if it doesn’t mean anything, but you can see past that.

“Then… Then…” You try to threaten but nothing comes to mind. He’s staring at you with amusement, one eyebrow raised. And then you surprise you both: “Then I won’t leave.”

He stares at you with confusion, his eyebrows raised and his eyes big in surprise. “What?”

“I won’t leave. If leaving the place means forgetting you… I won’t leave.” It seems like the most reasonable solution and you curse yourself internally for not realizing it sooner.

He laughs without humor. “You don’t mean that. You have a life outside. You have things to do, a work to attend to…”

You cut him. “I will figure it out. I’m not leaving you again. I- I… I have feelings for you,” you confess. You don’t know where all this bravado and confidence is coming from, but every memory spinning inside your head screams at you to tell him how important he is in your life.

He moves so fast you barely see him before his hands are cupping your jaw and his lips are over yours. He’s so tall you are on your tiptoes, and in a second his hands are on the back of your thighs and he’s pulling you up against his chest. This angle is so much better and you are teasing his lips with your tongue, asking for permission.

His mouth parts and you are soon exploring every inch of his mouth, running your tongue over his fangs until he’s moaning against your mouth and his hands are massaging your ass. It’s the most passionate kiss you’ve shared with anybody, and the fact that is him, the fact that he’s a cursed demon and you are in his lair… It only makes it hotter. You feel like one of your book heroines, and you know what’s next. Your pussy knows what’s next.

“Make love to me?” You whisper against his lips, pulling back just enough to stare into his deep black eyes. He blinks slowly, and a wicked smile spreads on his face.

He moves his hand to the side and, just like that, you both are naked and pressing against each other. Your back finds the shelves and some books fall around you, but you don’t care, you can’t care when his hands are cupping your boobs and pinching your nipples. His tail curling around your middle and the tip of it finding your clit. To your utter mortification you are more than drenched, and the second his tail touches your clit, you cry out in an orgasm that leaves both of you surprised.

“Wasn’t expecting that,” he says with a low chuckle. He looks so smug you want to kick him. Or kiss him senseless, you aren’t sure which one yet.

“Ugh, shut up and stop looking so smug,” you tell him, your hand pushing at his face like an annoying bug. He laughs against your palm, pressing a kiss against it and then against your forehead.

“Do you want me to shut up? Or do you want me to fuck you?” He teases, leaning down to peck at your lips.

You are breathing hard when you answer: “Both.”

His finger travels down your body until they rest against your opening, silently asking for permission before you nod. He kisses you at the same time he pushes two fingers inside your tight channel, making you moan against his lips. He starts a maddening pace, stretching you with his fingers until you are at the edge of a second orgasm and your brain is swimming in a mix of desire and pent up sexual frustration.

“I’m ready, I’m ready, please just fuck me already!” It comes out like a shout, and he chuckles as he pulls his fingers back.

“What my human desires, my human gets.”

He aligns his cock with your pussy, and slowly starts breaching you. He’s big, way bigger than any human you’ve been with, but the spark of pain only makes everything better. Your head is thrown back, and he’s holding you with just one arm as his free hand rubs slow circles over your pointy nipple. You are almost there… You can feel his dick hitting your G-spot… And when his tail touches your clit, you explode into a thousand pieces again.

“I- I’m starting to think your tail is magic,” you joke when your brain comes back from an amazing high.

“It’s not my tail, it’s you,” and with that affirmation he starts fucking you like a powered machine.

You chant his name as he fucks into you like there’s no tomorrow. He holds you to the shelves as the books fall around you, batting some with his hand when they fall dangerously close to your head. He grunts and groans, telling you how good your pussy is and how wonderful you feel around his dick. You are desperate to come again, your body in such need, you can’t even form proper thoughts as he keeps fucking you into oblivion.

“I’m gonna come, darling, I’m so close,” his voice sounds like a plea, and you grab his horns with force, kissing him senseless as you help him bounce you on his cock.

Your third orgasm is nothing like the ones before. The combination of the kiss, his dick and his tail playing with your clit is so good your brain short-circuits and you pant open-mouthed against his lips. His own noises joining yours as he comes deep inside, his release hot and sticky inside your welcoming heat.

You stay like that for a while, your body shivering in aftershocks and his breathing erratic. But reality arrives way sooner than you want it to.

Your brain is spinning in the thousand and one ways it could end wrong. The thousand and one things you should do if you really want to be there with him. But most of all, you need to figure out how to break the curse in the bookstore so you can remember him when you leave. And for that you need to get out and go back home, start researching…

“You have to go, don’t you?” He asks against your neck, his face buried there as he kisses along your jaw.

Your heart is hammering inside your chest before you answer. “I have work tomorrow, but I’ll be back and we’ll figure it out. It’s too late for me to call and arrange for me to start working from home. But I’ll do it. I swear I will.” He doesn’t say anything when he helps you get dressed and walks you to the door. He looks very sad when you leave that day, he doesn’t even try to hide it. “I’ll be here tomorrow and we’ll figure it out, okay?”

“Sure…” He agrees, but you know he doesn’t believe you.

The sound of the door closing behind you leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth, but you can’t exactly figure out why...

A/N: I’m sorry for that ending (but lowkey not because I think it would make it more sweet if I write a second part).

A promise on what’s to come

Patreon Commission for anon

Request: I’m gonna give you a lot of creative freedom on this one! Any dynamic/gender/monster your heart desires. But I’d like some size difference, some stretching of a hole (which hole is up to you). If you want some ideas I’m thinking it could be hot if the top(s) and the bottom had a scene where the top is praising the bottom as they stretch them with a particularly big toy, the sub is sobbing but loving every second of the delicious agony (masochist af).

Ogre x fem!reader || size difference, dirty talk, praise kink, sex toys, (very light) degradation

When you started dating an ogre, you guessed he would be hung, but nothing prepared you for the reality of it.

He wasn’t only hung, but his dick was way above average ogre physic, too. He was too big, too wide, too long… There was no way you could take him, but you wanted to, you wanted to so very badly you almost cried yourself to sleep over it. He reassured you it was okay, your poor human pussy wasn’t ready for him… But you craved. And if one thing was true about yourself is that you were a hardworking girl that could get whatever she wanted.

So you worked for it. You worked really hard for it… And he helped.

You might be a size queen, but he had more than a little interest in seeing you stretched around big cocks. When you told him your intentions of working yourself up to his dick, he growled so loudly your walls vibrated. You smirked at him and teased about your little human pussy being stretched, and he growled again. By the time you showed him your new toy, he was panting and his dick was so hard you could see it clearly in his pants.

And then he got to work, and you ended up spread on a bed, with his big hands guiding your new toy inside of you. That wasn’t that big, less than half his size, but you worked to bigger ones…

Until he got you one that was just a tiny bit smaller than his own, the last step before being able to ride him until you felt him at the back of your throat. Until you could feel his insane amounts of come filling your insides until your stomach was distended and you were leaking… So close.

He growls when you take another bit. “Look at that! You are taking it so well, my love. Such a good girl for me, taking the toy, stretching around it so prettily.” His eyes are focused on your pussy, and you aren’t even sure if he’s talking to your or to your pussy, but you don’t care. You are stretched to the point of light pain, and your brain is short-circuiting already.

“Please, please, please… Let me come,” you beg. Your eyes are teary, and your breathing is erratic as he twists the toy around, the ridges along the shaft making you see stars when it rubs against your G-spot.

He chuckles, flicking your clit in a way that sends a spark of pain mixed with pleasure down your spine. Your eyes roll back into your head and you scream his name. “Not yet darling, is not in all the way. And what did I say before?” You blink at him, not sure what words are anymore.

“I- I don’t remember,” you whisper, your voice is fucked up after screaming and crying for what feels like an eternity but probably was close to half an hour as he worked you open.

He stops his movements at your response, and you whimper, a few tears escaping your eyes. “Think carefully, what did I say?” You try to reach for the toy and do it yourself, but he stops your hand, pinning it to the bed easily.

You think about it, you think about it really hard as a sob leaves your mouth. You need to come so bad. “That- That I could come when I got it all the way in,” you finally let out.

“That’s right! So smart and so good for me,” his praise makes you whimper. When he treats you like his dumb little human, your body reacts instantly, the condescending tone sending shivers of pleasure to every cell in your body.

“Are you ready for more, my love? Do you want to be good for me? My good dumb human?” He asks, the sadistic tone of his voice making you moan.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant as he feeds your hungry pussy a few more centimeters of the toy.

It’s so deep, so very, very deep. You can feel it in your throat, but you can’t look down, you don’t know how much is left and you feel about to burst. It’s like you are going to be ripped in two, but it’s so good you can barely keep your mouth closed as drool drenches the pillow and pleasure overruns any other emotion or sensation in your body.

Your ogre is whispering stuff at you, he’s complimenting your pussy, your bouncing boobs, your squeezable body… But you can’t barely process it, you can almost savor your orgasm, is so close you want to reach it with all your energy...

“Come on darling, touch that little clit for me, let me see how you please yourself around our new toy,” his words are lewd and hungry, making you let out a silent cry of pleasure as you obey.

Your fingers feel slippery and cold against your heated skin, you can feel yourself stretched around the dildo as you gather some of your own juices to rub your clit. He grunts when you do so, the hand around your thigh tightening and making you whimper.

It’s so deep and your fingers feel so good… It’s the best experience of your life, life altering… like every single time you try a new toy with him. It’s like it’s an improvement on the last one, and each time your brain is blown a little bit more.

You can’t even understand how it would be when his dick is finally in you, but you know it would change your insides forever, not only physically because it would definitely rearrange your insides, but also mentally imprinting himself in your deepest soul.

“Come on, my love, just a bit more and you’d be so full, so stretched…,” he lowers his voice to add: “and then I’ll fuck you for real.”

The promise in his voice at the same time he pushes the last centimeters inside of you make everything explode. Your brain disconnects completely, your whole body shaking as the most intense orgasm of your life rocks your reality and makes everything around you disappear. Maybe you are crying, maybe you are screaming your lungs out, or maybe you are silently drooling over the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure washes over your body like warm water in a cold day.

And when you come back to yourself, he’s not done with you. He never is. He’s hungry for your pussy the same way you are hungry for him.

The second you blink your eyes open he’s moving the toy inside, his sweet words a wild contrast with the way he’s moving his wrist to drive you insane. He fucks you with the toy until your insides mold against it, until you feel so open and exposed you are like a live nerve ready to be played with.

And good goddess does he play with you…

By the time he’s done with you, the bed is drenched in fluids and your pussy is painted with his come, a promise of what’s to come… his dick inside of you.

Out of jealousy (part 3): disaster date

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A/N: Happy bday Shy! Hope you have a great one and this is as cute as intended. <3

Orc (Hodei) x fem!reader || sfw, tooth-rooting fluff, kind of suggestive

“Let’s have a date,” he says in a random Wednesday.

You are chilling in your living room, he was scrolling through his phone as you worked on some crafts you’d been procrastinating on for a while. Having a thousand hobbies is great in theory, but when you want to do everything… you end up doing nothing. But you’ve been pretty consistent with your embroidery lately, currently working on a piece for Hodei’s mom’s birthday.

“What?” You ask absently. You had been too focused to fully process what he just said.

“We’ve done a lot of things together,” the way his voice drops at the end makes you blush remembering some of those things… but he continues. “But I haven’t taken you to a proper date, yet.” You stop what you are doing and look at him, confused.

“What do you mean? You cooked me dinner last night.” Even if we didn’t get to eat it till much later, you add in your brain with a little smile.

He’s right that you spent most of your time indoors, most precisely inside your room or his room, but you like his company in general, so it’s just nice to have him share space with you when you are doing mundane stuff.

He sighs, as if he’s reading your mind. “But I mean a real date. One where I take you out and you put on a nice dress so I can drool over you as we have dinner.” His smirk is framed by his shiny tusks and your brain short-circuits for a second, he’s so fucking beautiful.

You blink twice before responding, in the only way you can: teasingly. “You drool over me when I’m wearing pajamas, dude,” you joke with a chuckle.

He doesn’t laugh, just looks down with a light redness in his cheeks. You know you are right, you’ve seen him looking at you with hunger every time you wear one of his shirts to walk around the house. You’ve felt his reaction to that, too… Very deep inside of you.

He blushes harder and then stutters his response: “I know… I do. It’s just… I just…” You look at him, studying his posture and the way he’s looking down like something is worrying him for real.

“What’s the matter?” You ask him, forgetting about your teasing.

“You went out with him, but you’ve never been out with me.” He finally lets out, his voice soft and pained. Fuck.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a few deep breaths and finally looks up, locking eyes with you. “I- You-,” he stutters. Then he tries again after another long breath: “That first night you went out on a dinner with him and then I fucked it up and it hadn’t occurred to me that you might like those kind of fancy dinners where I take you to a restaurant and we eat overpriced food and then share a piece of cake for dessert.”

“You don’t share dessert,” you say without thinking, your brain not fast enough to process the rest of his words.

“I don’t. But… I’ll do it with you,” he says, a tiny smile hiding in the corner of his lips.

That does surprise you. You’ve seen him do a lot of things through all the years you’ve known each other, but never, never, has he shared his food with anybody. Especially his dessert. He has the sweetest tooth in the universe.

“You’d share your dessert with me?!” You almost scream, your voice high pitched as your heart skips a beat.

“Why do you look so surprised? Of course I would!” He looks annoyed at your reaction, and you almost burst out in giggles because of the face he’s making, as if he’s smelling the worst cauliflower in the world.

“Dude… You… You love me,” you let out in a rush, completely blown away by the realization.

He frowns at you, stunned by your words. “What? Of course I do, I told you that. Multiple times.” He definitely had, telling you how much he loves you every chance he got. And you love him back, but the reality of it didn’t click until that exact moment.

“Yeah, yeah… You have but it just hit me. You really love me.” You look at him still blown away. “I- I’ll go on a date with you,” you finally say. The smile he gives you in return is so big and so precious you know you’d do anything to see it every day for the rest of your life. “I love you, too,” you add in a soothing tone.

Two days later you are getting dressed in an uncomfortable dress that makes your ass look incredible but also squeezes your boobs in a way that makes breathing harder, when he smirks at you. You’ll endure dinner for him, you will…

You are trying to give yourself a pep talk as you tie your sandals around your ankles and he gets out of the bathroom with black dress pants and a white shirt that makes his forearms look indecent when he rolls his sleeves up. You want nothing more than to call off dinner and eat him instead, but he’s so excited… fuck.

He drives you to a nice restaurant, kind of fancy but not fancy enough to be horrible to stand around. Still… The dinner is a disaster.

The first course is cold, and you have to ask the server to reheat it. The food is mediocre, and the drinks are very mild. There’s a kid crying somewhere in the restaurant, and the table next to you has the most obnoxious ogre in existence, laughing too loud, cutting his partner’s speech halfway to add stupid remarks… Overall, it’s just a bad evening.

And it’s getting to him. And to you.

You can barely talk over the noise of other conversations (and the awful ogre). Your feet hurt and your boobs are starting to feel itchy because they’ve been so confined in the dress. You still feel a bit better when he looks down at them and licks his lips, but you still aren’t having a good time.

And neither is he.

He gets up to get to the bathroom and you follow, his eyes were sad half the time you were in the restaurant, and every time you look at him your heart beats erratically. He looks amazing, but his mood is souring as time passes, and it’s making your own mood go downhill.

“Hodei, hey!” You call after him. He stops mid hallway. There’s nobody around and you catch up with him, but he takes a step back when you try to hug his middle. You try to act as if it doesn’t hurt you deeply, but you understand it.

“I’m so sorry this night was even worse than the last date you went to,” he lets out half choked. You feel your heart get all gooey for your big soft orc.

“Come here,” you tell him, grabbing his hand and pulling his body to yours. You are looking up at his warm eyes when you say very slowly: “I don’t care about fancy dates or restaurants, I only care about you. I love doing stuff with you, doesn’t matter what… We can go to the fanciest restaurant, or we can stay at home for hours sharing silence, I don’t care as long as you are there with me, understood?” He nods softly, but you aren’t convinced he truly understands. “I love you, you’re my best friend, my mate.” The last word makes him growl, a big smile spreading on his face as he grabs your waist and lifts you up until he can kiss you, deep and sensual.

“Say that again,” he says against your ear. Your legs are hanging and his hands are squeezing your butt in a very non-public acceptable way.

So instead of obeying, you ask him: “Take me home?” His tusks rubbing your cheeks in the most delicious way as he leans down to give you another short kiss.

You smile at him, leaning to bite his lower lip softly, and his growl makes you whimper. You see the exact second his mind changes and he stops caring about anything else. “I’ll ask for the check,” he says putting you down.

“What about dessert?” You asks with a chuckle.

“We taking it with us!” He says over his shoulder, marching to the waitress with his card already in his hand.

Needless to say, you do share a piece of chocolate cake… in your room… licking it off his abs and then tongue-feeding parts of it to him as he pants beneath you.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 7)

A/N: The idea for this part (and next) is thanks to @Fulcrumforce66. Also, it's my bday and I'd appreciate some good comments on this one. 👉🏻👈🏻Hope y’all enjoy it!

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

When the doctor finally saw you, he assured you it was only a little sprain, it should be good with a bit of rest and some icing overnight. You would have to be careful for a few more days not to make it worse. You were right after all, definitely didn’t need a trip to the hospital, but Unax looks so relieved you can’t even argue about it.

He helps you back to his truck, and sings along some pretty awful kid’s rock band with his nephew as he drives to the kid’s house. You awkwardly wave at the baby’s mom across the lawn and try to ignore the knowing smirk on her face. She pats her brother’s cheek and tells him something that makes him come back to the car all flushed.

You want to kiss him senseless, but that can’t be. It’s too soon. You haven’t even talked to him that much. This pull you feel inside of you must be something akin to lust. Yeah… Instant-lust or something like that they call it on the romance books you love to read.

“So, where to, teacher?” He jokes in your direction, making you giggle at the way he says it, with a baby voice that makes him sound so funny.

You tell him your direction and he changes the music to a random rock station. You hum along some of the songs, and try to ignore the big smile that haven’t left his mouth since you stepped out of the hospital.

When he gets to your building, he helps you out like a gentleman, opening your door and helping you up the front steps. You look up at him to thank him for the car ride, and for being so worried about your well-being in the first place. But before you can do that, he’s leaning down, his eyes fixated on your lips. Your throat is dry with the prospect of getting kissed by that amazing orc in front of you. Maybe it’s not too soon...

But then your phone rings.

He pulls away startled, and you take your phone out of your pants. “Hey, Nadia, what’s up?” You ask your boss who is breathing hard across the phone.

“One of the parents for tomorrow’s trip canceled on us. I don’t know what to do. Do you know anyone? I called all the parents who helped in the past but nobody is available and we might need to cancel…” Her voice gets tinier and tinier as she explains, and you feel bad for her.

Tomorrow’s outing with the kids is to an inter-species museum where they are supposed to know more about each other cultures, it was going to be a great opportunity to teach them diversity and y’all were looking forward to it. Shit.

“Let me think, I’m sure we can find some…” You start to run through a list of possible chaperones in your brain.

“I’ll do it,” Unax cuts you half-sentence. You realize then that he can probably hear the conversation over the phone, fucking monsters and his super hearing.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. “You would?” You don’t want to get your hopes up, but you really need someone. All the kids were looking forward to the trip as much as you…

He smiles at you with so big you can’t stop thinking his cheeks would hurt. “Of course, I could spend more time with my nephew… and you.” Your heart does not skip a beat. It does not.

“Who is that?” Nadia asks against your ear, making you blush. You forgot she was even on the phone. “Is that the baby orc’s uncle? The hot piece of ass who took you away today?” You blush harder at her words, knowing full well Unax can hear them perfectly.

“Shut up,” you say between clenched teeth. “Yes,” you add in a whisper. Unax smirks at you and you blush harder. You didn’t know your face could feel so hot.

“Great. He’ll do. I’ll see you two tomorrow!” She yells cheerfully making Unax chuckle as you end the call and stare at him with your face still flaming.

“You did not hear that.”

“Oh, but I did… I definitely heard you admitting I’m a hot piece of ass,” his teasing tone sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell him with a tiny smile, getting up on your tip toes and kissing his cheek before disappearing inside the building. The last thing you see is his reflection in the mirror at the end of the hall fist pumping the air. How fucking cute...

Weekly plan (3rd to 9th)

Orc professor (part 2): late for class

A/N: Hi there! For those who don’t know, first part is this one. Enjoy!

Orc x chubby fem!reader || power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, exhibitionism (kinda), oral sex, size kink, age gap, degradation, praise kink

“If you want to show me your pussy, my cum better be leaking out of it. Do you understand?”

His words still echoed in your brain when you were getting dressed the next morning. You were already wet, and you fingered yourself to the memory of his dick in your pussy last evening. You were a bit sore, but the fact that you could still feel him made everything more intense, hotter… sexier. And it made everything so much better.

You decided to wear your pencil skirt this time, and blame it on your bad luck, but you spilled your coffee all over it. Cursing yourself, you changed as fast as possible, but not fast enough that you could get to class early as you knew you should.

By the time you arrived, he was writing something on the board. “Good morning, sir,” you enunciated very slowly, looking at him for directions as you saw the other few students entering behind you.

He turned around and stared at you with such intensity you felt your whole body react. You were almost panting, biting your lip not to groan out loud. “Good morning. You can sit down while I go to my office for a second.”

The other two students nodded and he passed you on his way to the door. He looked at you in such a way that you knew what you had to do without him having to say anything. You let your stuff on your usual seat and smiled at the girl who sat next to you, mumbling about going to get some coffee before class. She nodded with a smile and you had to stop yourself from running to his office.

You arrived just in time for him to pull you inside by the waist, pressing you against the door and kissing you senseless just like he did yesterday, his tusks feeling incredible against your jaw. His hands were traveling up and down your body, groping your ass and your thighs as he grunted against your lips.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back and passing his hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture. “You were late. And I thought you regretted what happened yesterday. I was freaking out, little human. And then you walked out like nothing happened looking hot enough to eat and smelling like me… Good goddess. Do you know what you do to me?” He pressed his hips against your middle and you moaned at the feel of his huge hard on.

“I- I can feel it,” you stuttered, your voice quivering when his hands squeezed your ass, parting your cheeks and letting one of his fingers rub over your lace covered asshole.

“You have no idea. And now I can’t even fuck you properly. I can’t ruin you the way I want because you were late.” He punctuated each word with a squeeze and a roll of his hips. You panted, so horny you were about to burst and he didn’t even touch you. “Goddess, you smell so fucking good…” He whispered, burying his face on your neck and inhaling deeply.

“I’m sorry… I- I spilled coffee on my skirt and had to change and then I forgot a book and have to open the door again and…” Your rambling was interrupted by his lip covering yours again, swallowing your explanation as he grunted, his hands massaging your ass-cheeks once again.

“What do you have after my class?” He asked, his breathing labored, almost desperate.

“A couple more classes,” you told him, mentally checking if you could skip any of them. But you knew you couldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t. You were a damn good student… Even if you were fucking your way through one of your subjects.

“Shit.” He passed his hand through his hair again, messing it up and making you want to whimper. “Okay, okay. I have classes after lunch, but I’ll be here around four-ish. Does that work for you?” You nodded fervently. “Okay, I expect you to show me how sorry you really are for being late and depriving me from what I was promised.”

“I can… I can give you my panties now,” you offered, feeling the lace sticking to your pussy lips like a second skin because you were that wet.

“I don’t want them. I want you to be feeling how wet I made you all day. I want you to be uncomfortable and thinking about my cock deep inside your pussy until you are so horny you are desperate to come. Until you know how slutty you really are…” You moaned, his words igniting a fire inside of you that made your brain short-circuit. “Now, compose yourself, we have a very interesting class ahead. I’m sure you are dying to know about the survival strategies of cacti,” he said with a laugh, making you let out a choked giggle. You weren’t expecting him to joke. Shit, why did that make him hotter?

The class was boring, but you didn’t even care about it. You didn’t care about anything but the feel of your wet panties against your pussy and his words resonating inside your brain. He made a point of looking directly at you a couple times, going as far as to ask you something about what he was saying, just to huff in annoyance when you didn’t answer correctly. But he smirked in your direction and that was enough to send you spiraling into a thousand of new horny thoughts.

You left his class as fast as you could, trying very hard to look normal when you passed him, but his knowing smile only made your clit pulsate harder, your core clenching around nothing and making you want to beg him to take pity on you and fuck you right then and there. But you were stronger than that, so you left his class on your way to the next one.

You didn’t take a single note the rest of the day, your brain filled with possibilities and images of his hard dick. The feel of his lips against yours, and the ideas of how would feel against your lower lips… Your brain was running a mile per minute, and you couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t the rub of the lace against your clit. It was exhilarating and maddening at the same time, and by the time four rolled around, you were on the edge and you had to run to his office in need of release.

You knocked rapidly, and when you opened and saw him there, shirt rolled over his big green forearms and glasses pushed down on his nose you almost came right there. Fuck, he was so fucking sexy it wasn’t fair at all.

“Come on in,” he said as soon as you closed the door behind yourself.

You tried to lock it, but he shook his head… Oh shit, that made you even wetter. The idea that you could get caught. That somebody could just walk in and know how much of a slut you were, that you were fucking your professor for a good grade…

You moaned and he chuckled. “Come here, little human, I almost hear your brain short-circuiting.” You walked to him, your steps measured so you wouldn’t fall. Your knees feel like jelly, and your pussy is so wet you are sure he can hear it from the desk. “So… Did you think about what you are going to do to redeem yourself from not meeting your end of our deal this morning?” You nod. “Go ahead, tell me.”

You’d been thinking about it all day. Your whole brain occupied by thoughts of his cock inside of you, against you, spilling in and over you… But there was one thought that surpassed all others. “I- I want to suck you off, sir.”

He smirked, his tusks framing his plush lips in a way that made your clit tingle. “Is that so? But you have such a tiny human mouth, I don’t know if you’d be able to fit me…” He teased, making you blush. You gave him your panties everyday, and that’s what got you to blush, him teasing you… Incredible.

“I will. It will. It will fit, sir,” you stuttered. This orc made your brain so fuzzy you could barely process words correctly anymore. You could barely talk when he was close, especially now that you were moments away from sucking his dick down your throat.

“Prove it then, little slut.”

You dropped to your knees so fast you moaned when you hit the floor, the spark of pain focusing your brain for a second. But the second you touched his big-as-tree-trunks thighs, your brain disconnected again. Only heat and lust left behind. You pulled down his fly in a slow movement, staring up at him as he looked back at you with an indescribable look.

You took his dick out and gasped again. You already saw it, you had it inside of you, but it was nothing compared with the realization that you were about to fit that inside your mouth. Maybe he was right, and it wouldn’t fit.

His eyes were tender when he looked down at you. “Relax, you don’t have to take all of it, just whatever you are comfortable with. I like you submitting to me, but I don’t want to hurt you in any way. Do you understand?” You nodded, relief running down your body and making you even hornier.

“Okay,” you whispered.

And then you launched.

You pulled out your tongue and started mapping the veins of his huge shaft one after the other. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair with such force you could hear the leather breaking. You smiled against his dick and he grunted, one of his hands fisting your hair and urging you where he wanted you more. You complied, you wanted nothing more but to be a good girl for him, a good slutty human for him.

You took his head into your mouth, your lips so stretched it was almost uncomfortable, but you liked it. You loved the feel of his cock inside your mouth, it was exhilarating in a way you weren’t expecting. You weren’t one to like giving head in general, you preferred to go down on girls than guys, but definitely wasn’t your go to activity, but right there… You fucking loved it.

You rolled your tongue around the tip, teasing the underside where you knew he was especially sensitive. He moaned over you, his fist pulling at your hair and making you moan around him, which made him almost whimper and let out a series of curses that would make a pirate blush.

You kept going at it, you couldn’t get past a few centimeters, he was too wide for you to get him to the back of your throat, but by the glassy look in his eyes you understood it was enough. You were messy, your saliva getting everywhere as you bobbed your head up and down.

He was looking down at you reverently, and you couldn’t hold back a few more moans, who made him thrust up accidentally. You pulled back coughing, eyes teary and a few tears rolling down. He groaned at the sigh, and you felt your clit pulsating with your heartbeat. You were so close to coming, you wanted nothing more but to touch yourself. You threw your body to him again, but he stopped you with the hand tangled in your curls.

“I want to fuck your pretty face, would you let me, little slut? Would you let me use you like my personal fuck toy?” You whimpered, nodding against his thigh as he pulled your head back by the hair. “Such a good girl for me, already so needy and desperate. Look at you… You look so dirty like that. Remind me to take a pic so I can enjoy you later,” his words made you emit a guttural moan.

The idea of him taking pics of you like that, make up running and lips swollen… it made you feel hot. It made you feel so horny you could feel your juices dripping down to the floor under you, your panties so wet they couldn’t hold your gushing pussy anymore.

“You like that? You like me having pictures of how pretty you look all fucked up? Why do I even ask, of course you do, you are such a little slut for me. Now open up.” You obeyed and he directed his dick back against your welcoming mouth. “Tap my leg three times if it’s too much, okay?” You nodded again. “Words. How many times?”

“Three. I tap three times if it’s too much,” you repeat, breathless already.

“Good girl.”

And then he started a brutal pace. He used his hold on your hair to direct your movements, moving your head forward until you couldn’t take it further and then retreating. Repeating that process until something inside of you gave out and you felt him slip inside your throat. It was almost too much, you couldn’t breathe, but your eyes rolled back into your head at the sight of him in pleasure.

He pulled back to let you breathe, looking down at you with reverence. “You look so fucked out I want to ruin you. Would you let me ruin you, little human?” You nodded, unable to form words. “Such a good girl for me.” He pulled your head forward and started to fuck your mouth in earnest.

Your brain was fuzzy, your pussy so wet you could feel it dripping down, and your clit asking for attention. The weight of his cock against your tongue, his hand on your hair and his curses over you were driving you insane.

“Touch yourself for me, little human. Come around your tiny fingers. Show me how much you like sucking my orc cock,” his permission was enough, your hand traveling down your body and rubbing frantically against your clit, over the lace.

His pace became erratic, and your fingers rubbed so hard you were almost afraid to set your clit on fire. But it was so good, the combination of sensations so intense you were about to come.

“I’m about to come. Do you want it? Do you want to swallow my come or do you want it in your face, little slut?” You sucked harder, pushing your head further down, swallowing around him to indicate you wanted it. You wanted to swallow him whole.

That was all it took. He growled over you and pushed his dick as far as he could before you felt the first shot of his come in the back of your throat. He pulled back a little to avoid chocking you, the final spurs of his release filling your mouth to the brim, some of it dripping down your chin.

The second he opened his eyes and looked down at you, his dick still in your mouth, you were done. You flicked your clit one last time before you melted, pulling back and spilling the rest of his come over your boobs as you cried out your own release.

Your vision whited out, your ears ringing as you felt your body moving as he pulled you up onto his lap, his hands caressing your back as he whispered sweet nothings that your brain couldn’t process.

He took some tissues from the box on his desk and carefully cleaned your messy face. “You didn’t take the pic,” you told him.

“We didn’t talk about it beforehand. I wouldn’t risk stepping over your possible boundaries like that.” Your heart skipped a beat. “But don’t worry, we’ll have more opportunities if that’s something you’d enjoy…”

“We will?” You asked, a bit confused but a spark of hope blooming inside your chest.

“I’m not letting go of your sweet, sweet slutty pussy anytime soon,” he told you, kissing your forehead as his hand traveled down until it met your dripping panties. “I would like this panties now, thank you,” he whispered against your ear, you could sense his smirk on his tone, making you laugh so hard you snorted.

Helping neighbors (part 6): the grocery run

A/N: Hi there, it’s been a while since I wrote them and this is more porn than plot, but I’m very happy about this. If you don’t remember where we left out, you can check all the parts in the corresponding collection here. Enjoy!

Orc!Oc (Aimar) x Minotaur!OC (Haritz) x fem!reader || exhibitionism (kinda), anal sex (not on reader), sharing is caring, sex toys, dom/sub, dirty talk, edging, semi-public sex, mentions of subspace, oral sex, breeding

When Aimar suggested to do a grocery run, you were happy to go. You loved grocery stores, they were so nice and organized, everything so aesthetically pleasing… You were very weird about it, and they knew it. So you obviously said yes.

And when he suggested to add a little spice to your “grocery date” (his words, not yours), you didn’t think too much about it before (obviously) saying hell yeah. Your pussy was tingling and your whole body was vibrating with excitement. Your exhibitionism kink standing tall as Haritz blushed prettily and also said yes. Fuck, you loved how submissive he was, and you loved even more when both of you submitted to your orc.

You planned it perfectly, it was a fun activity to do together. To do with your boyfriends… Dang, you never got tired of it, of referring to them as yours… It was exhilarating every single time and drove you a little deeper in the blooming love inside your chest. You weren’t ready to face those big feelings, but you were definitely feeling them. So you said nothing. But it doesn’t stop you thinking about it constantly.

Haritz breaks your inner confusion with dirty words, as he always does: “Come on, little human, bend down so I can use this pretty toy on your hungry pussy.” You look over your shoulder to see the bullet vibrator in his hand, his phone already out as he downloads the app to control it.

“Do you have to say it like that?” You ask him, half joking, as you do exactly as he says, bending down over the arm of the couch, pulling your skirt up. “How vulgar,” you say with a giggle as they inhale loudly in unison.

Haritz groans at the same time Aimar growls, you aren’t wearing anything underneath and now they have a perfect view of your wet pussy. “You are such a dirty human, honey, damn.” Haritz sounds breathless and it makes your insides turn and twist with desire, your clit tingling in anticipation as you hear Aimar approaching.

He pushes the vibrator against your clit and hits max in a second, making you propel forward on the sofa as he laughs behind you. “Just testing if it worked. Come here.” He pulls you back into position, kneeling behind you. You groan when his tongue runs down your slit, sucking on your clit until you are begging him to fuck you, just to get a chuckle out of him. “Not yet, darling. We need to do the groceries first.”

He teases the toy at your entrance, and when he finally slips it inside you cry out a half broken moan. You can see Haritz stroking his erection through his pants in your periphery and you want nothing more than to suck him. But you knew that’s not in the plan. Not yet.

“You are all set, little human. Want to help me prepare our lovely minotaur for his toy?” He asks, helping you up as you groan. The toy inside of you feels like a constant pressure against your sensitive insides, and it’s driving you a bit insane, but you nod anyway. “Good girl. Haritz, bend down and show us your pretty, pretty hole.”

“She’s right, you are so vulgar,” Haritz says, but the heavy blush on his face is so noticeable that makes you giggle. “Don’t laugh so much, honey, he’s going to be insufferable if he thinks he’s funny.”

“Just because of that, I’m going to make it harder for you. Pun definitely intended.” You laugh again and Haritz gives you a very judging side eye as he takes your place over the arm of the sofa.

He lowers his pants and underwear (how boring to wear underwear) and exposes his pink hole to your hungry eyes. Good damn, he looks good enough to eat. You lick your lips and Aimar shakes his head. “Don’t look at him like that, you can only help me with your tiny fingers. Stretch him just enough to fit the plug, you know he likes it tight,” he slaps Haritz ass and he moans, making you let out a tiny whimper. Good goddess you love how vocal your boyfriends are.

You get a smack on your own ass when Aimar realizes you are just staring and not moving. You get the memo and grab the lube from the side table, squirting a generous quantity over his twitching hole, making both of your boyfriends to groan in unison. You feel powerful when that happens, when you do something that drives them insane… It’s such a power high. And you fucking love it. You fucking love them… Well, not that. You don’t know yet (or at least that’s what you try to tell yourself).

Your index finger gets past his rim without any issues, and you twirl it around, looking for the tiny ball of pleasure that always makes him moan the loudest. The second he lets out a yelp and moans your name you know you have found it, and Aimar kisses your neck as a reward. You look over your shoulder when you feel his arms coming around your middle, hugging you from behind.

“You are doing so well, little human. You are so good to us. Add another, making him feel it,” Aimar whispers against your neck. Your whole body shivers at the contact of his tusks with the shell of your ear when he continues talking. “He’s going to be so horny when we get back. I hope you are ready darling, because he’s going to be insatiable. He always is when I edge him long enough. And you are going to be his sole focus today. He’s going to fuck you until you are dripping minotaur come, so full your stomach is blotched. And then… Then I’ll fuck your hot hole until you are dripping with mine, too.” You moan. “You like that, don’t you? You like the idea of being so full of us you are about to burst… Such a dirty, dirty human…”

By the time you are three fingers deep, Haritz is biting down on a throw pillow and Aimar is groping your boobs through your shirt. You three are pent up with sexual frustration, but you agreed to this sexy trip, and good damn it you want to do it.

“Come on, pass me the toy so we can go,” you urge Aimar.

He smirks against your neck and kisses your pulse point one more time before passing you a plug that looks a bit too big for the amount of prep you did, but as soon as you press it against your minotaur’s hole, he moans and pushes his ass back into it.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” you can’t avoid saying.

Both of them nod approvingly, trying to compose themselves to go out like that. You can see their dicks tenting their pants, and you feel your pussy so wet you are a tiny bit scared you aren’t going to be able to hold the toy in if it gets too intense. But that’s a worry for later, because before you realize you are in the grocery store, and the game is on.

At first, is all fun and giggles, Aimar is just teasing you both as he controls the toys with his phone. He grabs some sweets, tells you about his day… And every once in a while presses the toy at the lowest setting until your eyes are half closed and he has to guide you forward with a hand on your lower back. His shit eating grin never leaving his lips.

“Honey, I… Fuck,” Haritz groans before finishing his phrase. He turns around with a frown but without heat in his gaze. “Aimar! I was trying to be cute!” He complains as your orc boyfriend laughs behind you.

“Sorry darling, my finger slipped,” he jokes. All three of you know he’s lying, and you are about to tell him exactly that when...

He presses the next level of vibrations on your toy. And your legs almost give out under you. “Holy shit,” you whisper, holding the cart’s handle for dear life as Aimar keeps walking as if nothing happened. He’s such a shithead… And you fucking love every second of it.

The vibration stops and you breathe a bit better, but two steps ahead of you Haritz is grabbing a box of cereal with such force you are sure he’s about to rip it in half, but his eyes are closed and he looks hot as hell. He’s biting his lower lip and his head is slightly back, exposing the column of his neck and making him look like your wettest dream.

“This is not fair and you know it,” you tell Aimar, walking a bit faster to catch up with him. He turns around with a smirk so big you could see his fangs peeking. Fuck, that’s also so hot.

Why the fuck are you so horny when they are concerned? You never had such a high libido before, and now dating two monsters you are ready to fuck practically every second of every day. They transformed you in such a way that they could ask you to fuck you in the middle of the day and you’d be ready in seconds, just a couple looks getting you as wet as some of your past boyfriends after hours of going down on you. It’s fucking insane what they do to you. And you love it so much you don’t know how to deal.

Once again, your thoughts are interrupted when Aimar amps up the vibrations in your pussy. You have to cover your mouth to avoid screaming his name. You side eye him, and he only smirks, leaning down to kiss your forehead tenderly.

He does the same to Haritz, and from the looks of it, he doesn’t reduce the vibrations in the slightest after that. He’s going pretty hard on your minotaur, but by the looks of it, Haritz is having such a good time you can’t even argue.

Until something inside of him snaps, and then everything changes pretty rapidly. “We need to check out. Now,” Aimar says after Haritz’s legs give out under him and he has to support his weight. “I think somebody is a bit too far gone already,” he says looking at the minotaur.

His eyes are glassy and his tongue is almost rolling out of his mouth. He’s completely out of it and the tent in his pants is so big you could see it from the moon. And there’s a very distinct wet patch signaling it, which only makes you hungrier and your pussy tinglier.

“Fuck. Yes. Yes. Bring him to the car, I’ll pay for this,” you tell him and push the cart in the direction of the cashiers.

“Are you sure?” You nod and he laves, carrying Haritz and trying not to look too horny. The tent in his pants was less noticeable, but good damn it if you couldn’t picture it as if he was flashing you.

Your grocery list is only half way there, but you don’t fucking care about the frozen peas or chicken breast anymore. Your rush through through the cashing out process so fast you think you are even a bit rude to the poor girl, but you can’t focus on her. Not when you have two boyfriends going to the car with an erection and your pussy is so wet you are afraid someone can see you dripping down your legs.

You arrive at the car and almost throw the bags inside, almost immediately hearing some flesh friction and a moaning minotaur. Aimar is probably jerking him off, and you are almost mad that you can’t see it. But then the toy inside of you starts vibrating again and you moan, your legs giving out. You grab the door handle with such strength you think you are going to break it, and when Aimar gets out and kisses you senseless, the vibrations still making you weak… you lose it and grab his hair with such force he grunts in pain.

“Take care of him, I’m going to fuck you both so hard when we get home you aren’t going to be able to walk for days after,” he promises when you pull back. You crawl in the backseat right over Haritz, and kiss his mouth deeply as he pants, his hand working on his dick as you hear the plug vibrating inside his ass. Fuck, Aimar is really going for the breaking today.

Soon after, Aimar is driving like crazy as he gives you orders to suck your minotaur off in the backseat. By the time you arrive home you have been creampied twice, and your orc boyfriend is looking at you two with such hunger you know you aren’t going to sleep that night… And you are okay with that.

Exclusive story (3rd to 9th)

Underwater court

Request: consider this; kraken king and mermaid girl

Kraken x fem-mermaid!reader || tentacles, underwater sex (technically), mental connection for sexy purposes, (light) dirty talk

You’d been married to the king for a little over a month, and you understood your duties as queen, you knew you have a lot to do and a lot to say. Everyone was expecting you to be perfect and regal, to sit by his side in your own throne and attend his subjects like they were your own. They were your own, you reminded yourself over and over. But it didn’t matter how many times you repeated those words in your head, because you still didn’t believe it.

He chose you, of all the creatures in the ocean, he chose you as his queen and you didn’t know what to do with that information or how to make it so your body wasn’t in constant state of doubt and anxiety.

So when you swam to the throne room and saw him there, looking like a wet dream (pun intended because he was always wet), you had to stop to catch your breath, your grills working overtime. You were frozen there, staring at your king, at your husband, and your hearts were beating like crazy in your chest.

Something must have been clear in your face because next thing he said was: “What’s the matter, my queen?”

“I- Nothing,” you lied. He arched a pointy brow and the side of his lips turned down, worried. “Nothing, I swear. There’s people waiting outside already, we should start,” you told him. You were nervous. You’d held events like that before, but this time felt different, it was the first time you did it together.

“Come here, my queen, let me worship you like you deserve. Take away all the worries that plague your mind,” he let out in a purr. Your body reacted to that tone instantly, your pussy getting wet, your nipples pressing hard against your clam-top.

“But… But court…” You tried to argue, but your heart wasn’t on it. You did want what he was offering. You wanted it really bad.

“They can wait,” his voice was final. “You need a reminder of how precious you are and I’m nothing but compliant when it comes to you,” his tone was reverent and your body was already shivering in anticipation as you swam your way to him.

His tentacles were dancing around his throne and the second you were close enough to reach, one of them was around your middle, pulling you to him until your bodies were flush and you could feel every ridge on his chest against yours. Your breathing became faster and faster when his traveling hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your pointy nipples and sending all kinds of hotness down your body, your brain already fuzzy with desire for your king.

That was what surprised you most, how caring and loving he was, and how much you enjoyed every single touch of his hands and his tentacles. Since your wedding night, you had fucked plenty of times, but every time it was a little bit better, a little bit hotter, and your body burned with pleasure to the point you feared the water around you two would start boiling.

But it never did.

And you didn’t stop wanting more. Craving more. Craving him every second of every day. He could ignite your insides with just a look, sending lewd images to your brain that had you panting in the middle of dinner. You hated (but secretly loved) that he could send you mental images now that you were bonded, it was awful (incredible) to have him send a perfectly clear picture of your pussy spread around his tentacles while your eyes rolled back into your head… It always made your pussy so wet to see yourself so needy through his eyes.

“Come back to me, my queen, I can hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours,” he told you, his fangs gracing your throat and making you moan. “Are you going to be a good queen for me and take my tentacles? Or do you prefer my tongue, little vixen?” You blushed at the mental images he sent.

“Anything, everything,” you whimpered, your nails dragging across his back and making him grunt.

His tentacles pulled you closer to him, some of them traveling down your back, holding you tight as one of them found your welcoming and wet opening. “You are so wet, my queen.” You whimpered again, rolling your hips, your tail thrashing. “Are you going to be a good little siren and take my whole mating tentacle, do you want that?” His voice was so low and dirty that you couldn’t process words, only being able to groan and nod fervently. “Of course you are. You are my queen after all, the perfect queen for me.”

And then he was entering you, slowly at first but rapidly filling you more and more, until your slit was contracting around his tentacles and one of his suckers latched into your special pleasure point inside. The first hard suck sent you to the stratosphere, your body shaking as one hard orgasm rocked your body and he chuckled.

“So easy to please my queen… But I’m not done with you, I’d never be done with you,” his voice sounds like a promise.

When his tentacle pulled out and back inside, you screamed his name, forgetting about the people waiting outside, forgetting about anything around you as he fucked you like a machine. You couldn’t say anything else as the only sounds that left your mouth were pleas and brutal sounds that felt like his name but maybe weren’t. But it was so good, so incredibly good…

Your eyes closed as his mouth found the pointy tips of your ears. He knew how sensitive they were, and he exploited it to the best of his capability, sending shivers of pleasure to your brain to the point you could barely hold a coherent thought that wasn’t his name, his face, his tentacles inside of you.

“Are you close again, my queen? Are you going to give yourself fully to me again?” You moaned, rocking your hips against his tentacle, trying to get more friction, urging him faster, harder. “Of course you are, such a good queen for me, the perfect queen. Come for me little siren. NOW.”

His order was accompanied by images of your body writhing in pleasure, his tentacles wrapped around you and buried so deep you could feel and see at the same time. The combination of sensations so great that you couldn’t hold back the scream that erupted from your lips as he grunted his appreciation and released deep inside your welcoming body.

You came back to a self satisfied king in front of you, his eyes joyful as he looked down at you with affection. “You did so good, my queen. Always so good for me… Do you want to see the subjects now or do you want to see the inside of our chambers as I pound you again?” His tone lowered at the second part of the offer, sending aftershocks of pleasure down your back.

“We shouldn’t…” You tried to argue without much effort.

“Such a good queen for our people, too… But you forget something, my queen.” He paused dramatically, making you smile. “You are mine before you are theirs, and I tend to be very possessive of what’s mine…” His growl at the end was enough to know what he already decided.

The commander's mate (part 1?)

A/N: Two SFW stories in a row, sorry, my brain is not really horny this week. That said, part 2 of this lil snippet everyone loved, enjoy!

Alien x fem!reader|| SFW, hurt/comfort || tw: kidnapping

"You are going to take the million and shut up if you don't want your brain blown for keeping a commander's mate imprisoned on a pet shop," he replied, his gun already out as your brain spiraled with the info he just let out.

What did he mean by “mate”? Did aliens talk in Australian lingo? You highly doubted that, and your brain was already scrambling to get a response. Maybe… Maybe your monsterfuckery books weren’t so wrong after all, maybe he was talking about that kind of mate. But that couldn’t be, could it? There was no way you got kidnapped from earth and thrown into a monster pet shop just for an alien to find you and claim you as his mate. That couldn’t be possible. Your life wasn’t like that…

It was a dream. That was it. Everything you just saw and experienced was a dream. You didn’t get kidnapped. You didn’t wake up on a pet cage with a very angry gobling-pet-store-owner screaming at you in a language you didn’t understand. Nope. A dream. That explained it. That explained everything.

You pinched your side and pressed your eyes shut tightly. Wake up, wake up, wake up… You repeated to yourself over and over.

A warm big hand touched your bicep and you almost shoot into the stratosphere when you jumped up, scared. You opened your eyes in a rush and found the alien staring back at you, his eyes tender. “Little human, it’s time to go.” His voice was a lot sweeter than before, equally deep, but soothing in a way.

Your scared brain couldn’t work properly and a thousand questions piled in the front of your mind, but the first that escaped your mouth was: “How do you know my language?” He didn’t have an accent, but you knew he didn’t learn English at school like you did.

He covered your hand with his much bigger one, he was crouching in front of the cage, but still towered over you by far. “I’ve been to earth many times, little human,” he explained. He was rubbing soothing circles over the back of your hand, and your body was slowly melting.

It ached, you ached, to be closer to him. But you denied yourself of that, you didn’t understand what your body was feeling, maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or something. Even if that syndrome was bullshit and he wasn’t the one who kidnap you.

“Why?” You asked. You didn’t exactly know about what you were asking, you only knew… need. Need like no other. To know. To meet. To touch. It was driving you slowly made not to be as close to him as possible. You crawled to him, and he helped you out of the cage, but you were still on the floor as he crunched next to you.

“Political affairs. I know your world leaders very well,” he said with a chuckle, his mouth tilting in something that (you hoped) was a try to smile but looked more like a grimace. That only answered part of your confusion, but at last it was something.

“Who are you?” You finally let out, your brain clearing enough to question him on the important part. Being closer to him made your mind clearer, and that should scare you. But it didn’t, you couldn’t be scared when he was so close.

“I am the commander of the intergalactic alliance,” he let out in a formal tone, just to go back to his shooting one when he added: “and I’m your mate, my lovely human.”

“Like the Australians?” You asked, trying to make sense of something.

He laughed, throwing his head back and arching his neck in a way that made your mouth water to bite him. Where the fuck did that thought come from? You stepped closer, his body so close to yours that you could feel the heat emanating from his colorful skin.

“No, little human. Not like the Australians,” and that was everything he said as he took your hand, and helped you up, leading you away from the creepy monster pet shop.

Monster smash (part 2)

A/N: Part 1 can be read here.

Multiple monsters x fem!reader || sfw, funny situation

You wake up to the sound of voices. Many voices, some grumbly and some other very deep, inhumanly deep. But there’s also clicking sounds, like the ones little forest creatures make when you get too close. You don’t even remember what happened. Did you faint?

“Honey… Are you all right?” A deep voice asks as your eyes flutter open, they feel incredibly heavy. There’s a lady with too many teeth in front of you… She’s scary enough that you close your eyes instantly, breathing hard as you try not to panic. And then the memories come back rushing through your mind.

The monster smash!

The person in front of you with thousands of pointy teeth is… the grocery lady! Shit, shit, shit… What did you get yourself into? Your brain is running so fast you feel almost dizzy, your body threatening to shut up again, but you breathe through your nose until you feel calm enough to re-open your eyes. The lady is not there anymore, but the tech dragon from your building is.

They are staring down at you with slow blinking eyes and a tiny smile, their nostrils flaring as if smelling your emotions. Can they do that? Can dragons smell emotions? Shit, what if they can? What are they able to smell? Can they smell your fear? Shit, could they smell that you didn’t shower for a week back when you had a big project at work? Oh, shit… Now you have to rethink about all the encounters you had with all of them.

“Pull back, you big dragon, let the lad have some space!” Someone else reprimands, pulling the dragon away with a chuckle. You only see a big gray hand but you can’t see who it belongs to, they move too fast to be caught by human eyes. What the fuck?

How can this be possible? How the fuck did you find yourself in that situation? Surrounded by monsters in a speed dating event… For fucks sake what was even your life anymore?

You try to sit up, but your brain is not agreeing with that decision and you fall back. You brace for impact, but you don’t land on the hard floor, but a soft surface that reminds you a lot to somebody’s lap. You look behind you and stare into thin vertical pupils that make your blood run a bit colder. That’s, that’s…

“You are a lizard woman!” You say a bit too loud if the flinch of everyone around you is any indication. But you don’t care, your confusion and hint of fear are rapidly replaced by indignation. You know that face, you know those eyes. You know them very, very well. “We shared tea many times and you didn’t tell me you were a lizard woman!?” Your tone is almost as angry as Bella Swan when she discovered Jacob named her daughter like the lake Ness monster.

Shit, was the lake Ness monster real? Was Twilight based in real events?! You have so many questions your brain can’t stop spinning.

“Darling, I-” Your friend from 4B tries to argue, but you are not having it. You sit up straight and get help from your landlord to get up, the minotaur landlord. The minotaur landlord that has no shirt on and has a very hairy chest you lowkey want to bury your face in. Focus, you remind yourself.

And the realization hits you like a brick.

You live in a monster building.

All your neighbors are monsters.

The one you considered your best friend is a lizard-woman.

What the actual fuck?

Set up by a baby-orc (part 6)

A/N: It is pure randomness that this week I had two exclusive stories with an ankle sprain, lol. Didn’t realize till I was editing this, sorry for that, but I found a good way to mix the two… Hope you like it. Enjoy!

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

It all happened so fast that he had no time to react. One second you were blushing and being all cute, and the next you were on the floor and smelling of pain. He was mostly angry at himself that he let his mate be hurt right in front of his nose. Good damn it. And on top of that, you were being stubborn about going to the hospital when he could smell perfectly that you were hurting. Fuck that.

“I’m not arguing. I’m taking you to the hospital,” he repeated, trying to get you to agree but not really taking a no for an answer. So he did what he did best, using more muscle than brain.

He grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder, hoisting his nephew with his free hand and carrying you both to his car. Another spark of anger rose inside of him, you weighted too little, even though you had all the curves and soft parts, he wanted you fuller. You’d need it if he was to breed you at some point.

But he wasn’t about to start going in that route when he had a mission in mind first: hospital. Then he could think about breeding you all he wanted. For practice mainly, he wasn’t sure he wanted babies, and didn’t even know if you’d like some either. But practice… filling you up… Fuck.

Focus, he reminded himself.

You were hurt, you needed medical attention, and he was going to be a good mate and prove himself. Even though you didn’t know shit about mates and he wasn’t about to break the news to you, not until you’d known each other for a bit more. He should ask you on a date first at least.

Goddess… His brother was right, having a human for a soulmate was a headache. He wouldn’t change you for anything in the world, you were perfect already, but it would be so much easier if you were also an orc and you smelled exactly how perfect for each other you were… So much easier…

“Where are we going, uncle?” His nephew asked as Unax fastened his seatbelt without letting you down just yet.

“To visit uncle Inar at the hospital, does that sound good?” He tried to smile for his nephew’s sake and thanked the goddess about him being too little to know what emotions smelled like because he was reeking anxiety and fear.

The baby orc screamed in joy as he helped you in the front seat, being very careful not to move your ankle too much. You still smelt like pain, and it was making it hard to think.

“I really don’t think is that bad,” you tried to explain again but he looked at you with a frown and you shut your mouth instantly. “Okay… Let’s go to the hospital, I guess,” you conceded, making him let out a relieved sight.

You arrived in record time, and he walked right to the new-born area of the hospital, making you raise an eyebrow at him. He ignored you and walked you to the desk.

“Hi, can you tell me where Inar Stormblood is?” He asked, his anxiety making him sound almost rudely. He would bring the nurses a batch of cookies next time he visited, so they’d forgive him, but right now he was in a hurry, with a hurt mate and a confused baby.

The nurse was not impressed. “He’s unavailable at the moment. He had to run to the ER because of… reasons.” He was getting annoyed at the half response.

“Page him, tell him his brother is here,” he urged the goblin nurse looking at you three with a raised eyebrow. “Please,” he added.

After a few more seconds of uncertainty, the nurse finally paged him. “He would be here in a few, but I bet he won’t be happy to see you,” the goblin said cryptically. Well, he didn’t care about it. He needed help with his mate and his brother was a nurse. He could help.

A few more minutes passed as you three waited and Unax got more and more anxious, the smell of your pain driving him insane.

“Uncle Inar!” His nephew screamed, jumping from his chair and running to hug his brother’s legs.

“What happened? Is he hurt?” Inar asked as soon as he picked up his nephew. Unax shook his head, signaling softly to his right, where you were looking at both of them with confusion. Yeah… He knew they looked very much alike.

“She tripped and fell and she smells of pain,” he explained between whispers. “I think she has a sprain and I didn’t know what to do,” Unax explained to an unimpressed Inar.

Inar stared at him for a few seconds, slowly blinking before breaking. “My mate was hurt and you called me here because of a fucking sprain?” Inar almost roared, lowering his tone when one of the nurses looked at him with a frown.

“Well, I didn’t know that and my mate is also hurt!” Unax argued back, pushing his finger against his brother’s chest and making him grow again. You were gaping at them, not sure what exactly was happening but wanting to crawl into the earth.

“Stop arguing or I’ll throw you both out,” the nurse said passing by.

“Ugh. I hate you,” Inar told him, making you giggle and making everything a bit better. “I’ll call the trauma doctor, but you owe me big time.”

“Anything you want, just make her stop smelling like pain,” he pleaded as you sighed.

A/N: Now, now… What would you like for it to happen next? A date? They share phone numbers and we get some awkward texting? Maybe some casual encounter someplace else? Let me know!

Gymbro dragon meets human dude

For a request, a m/m dragon monster x reader where the reader fucks his dragon’s big, very sensitive tits and cums and pisses on his face Can you make it extra fluffy

A/N: Not gonna lie, this was really hard to conceptualize because for me pissing on somebody’s face can’t really be that fluffy, but I did my best. Hope you like it, enjoy!

Dragon x male!reader || watersports, tit-fuck || tw: piss

You are chilling on the sofa when your dragon boyfriend arrives from the gym. You never thought you’d be dating a gymbro, but then you met that huge red scaled himbo and your life changed. For the best. And good damn it if you don’t love his body just like he is… jacked and fucking huge.

He walks up to you and kisses your forehead, but your eyes are somewhere else. You barely register his words. “Eyes up here, human,” he jokes bemusedly as your eyes keep drifting south. His pectorals are just… so big. Fuck.

You open your mouth to apologize, but you what comes out isn’t exactly that. “Tits. Fuck. No. Sorry. I meant to say sorry. Fuck.” You curse, stumbling over your words as he laughs, head thrown back and eyes glistening with amusement. You feel your face flaming, probably as red as a tomato.

He looks you up and down and your body burns hotter than the sun. You take a gulp of your water bottle, trying to cool down a bit. “Want to try them out?” He asks suddenly, with a wicked smirk that sends your brain into short-circuit.

You spill water all over him. “What?!” You let out in a choked breath, wiping away the water dripping down your chin.

He chuckles again, his hand caressing the side of your face and his thumb pulling at your lower lip in a movement so sensual it has you gasping. “Come on, darling. I know you’ve wanted it for a long time. And I don’t mind it. I want you to do it.”

“Do what, exactly?” You say, repressing the urge to fan your face.

“Fuck my tits,” he says simply, staring down at you with a knowing smirk that shows way too many teeth, and for some reason makes your dick twitch.

He kneels in front of you slowly, giving you time to stop if you want to. But why would you want that? Him kneeling down in front of you and taking off his shirt to show you his big pecs is enough to make your dick twitch and stand to attention in a millisecond.

He presses his arms together in front of him, holding onto your calves and leaning down, his tits at the perfect height to slip your cock in the valley between them. He takes out your cock and kisses the tip, squeezing his big pectorals around your shaft until it’s almost engulfed completely. You are almost hyperventilating and on the edge of an orgasm already. Fuck.

“This is going to be fast,” you warn him as you start to pump your hips up and down.

It feels magnificent, the combination of his scales against your heated skin, the light sweat covering his body, and his open mouth right over your tip… it’s driving you insane. And when he lets his tongue out and almost french-kisses your tip, you let out an undignified scream as he chuckles, your hips going faster, your breath getting labored by the second.

“Do it.” You look at him, not seeing his features because your eyes are unfocused. “Piss in my mouth, darling, give it all to me.” And those words are all it takes for your brain to disconnect and your whole body to start trembling as your orgasm explodes behind your eyelids.

You are screaming his name, or maybe you are silent, you don’t even know. But the pleasure is so intense your vision blacks out. And when your bladder gives signs of being about to burst, you let it happen, piss joining the last spurs of your come and landing on his open mouth in front of you. Your yes focus enough to see his pointy fags and long tongue wrapped around the tip of your cock, collecting everything he can as you give him your all.

By the time you are spent and he’s drank everything out of you, your eyes are heavy and your breathing labored. He looks like nothing happened, licking his lips and humming happily. He kisses the spent tip of your cock and you whine, making him chuckle as he gets up and kisses you deeply.

“I’m gonna shower and then we can have dinner, darling.” You nod, unable to form words as he leaves you there, spent and floating on a cloud of contentment.

Fuck yeah, you love your gymbro dragon boyfriend more than life itself

Interspecies relationship

Your post on monster-human relationship dynamics and similarities to interracial relationships is very interesting, especially the part about elves being classist. How about a human reader and her elf husband/boyfriend who protest segregation and fight both societies for their right to be together? Bonus if they have cute kids.

A/N: Not sure if this was what you asked for, but it’s what my brain supplied. Enjoy!

Elf x gn!reader || sfw but heavy topics, tooth-rooting fluff || tw (lowkey) racism/specisim, (lowkey) classism

When your eyes fixated on the elf across the bar, your whole body thrummed with anticipation. It was like your cells knew he was special in a way. It was the first time you saw an elf in the flesh, and you didn’t really know how to approach, everyone was staring at him and you knew your advances wouldn’t be welcomed in that awful environment.

But a couple drinks after that, your brain didn’t care that much, and even when your friends told you not to do it because he was probably a fucking classist monster and you were only a human, you couldn’t stay away. He snarled at you, scaring you a tiny bit and making you pull back, but the liquid courage made you bold, so you slipped your phone number in his hand and left.

You weren’t expecting him to text you the next day. He apologized for being mean, told you about his classists friends and how they wanted to “live the wilderness” and that’s why they were at a human bar. Laughing at humans and their stupidity was their favorite pass time and that made him sick to the stomach. Especially when he saw you across the bar and wanted to approach you so badly.

Your first date was at his house, both of you too weirded out to go out in public just in case. Attacks were rare, but there were still a few every once in a while, and neither of you were ready to face what society would have to say about the encounter.

The date went so well you went home with a tail of hickeys on your neck and a smile so smug you felt like floating on a cloud. In the morning you had to lie to your friends about it, and he texted you saying the same.

Nobody around you accepted the other’s species, and it became a problem very soon in your blooming romance. You fought and argued about telling people, he wasn’t against it, but he didn’t want to face everything that would entail, especially with his obnoxious family. And it was the same with you. You didn’t think your family would make a big fuss, but you knew it was rare to date monsters, especially the “high end” ones. And even though you loved him… you were wary.

But you worked through it.

First time you met each other’s friends it went badly. You met at a restaurant, humans and elves sitting on the same table was weird enough, but when the (metaphorical) knives started to fly, you felt so disappointed he had to hug you for hours after. And that made you feel better.

When you met each other’s parents, it went so bad you cried afterwards. Your boyfriend didn’t cry, but he became so angry his fangs were elongated for a very long time after. You had to cuddle with him for hours to make him calm down.

It was… very hard.

The internal and external judgment wasn’t the only struggle you faced, because when you throw everything to the wind and moved in together, the cultural differences made themselves very clear, very fast. He liked to have somebody to clean after him, and you liked to go buy stuff in thrift stores. It was hard to adapt to each other’s form of living… but you got it.

Things became better with time. More couples came forward, it became more normal to see monster x human relationships at the park, at the groceries… But some humans still gave you the stinky eye, and some monsters hissed your way when you passed. But you didn’t care that much anymore, because every time that happened, your elf husband caressed your face and kissed you tenderly, and that made everything better.

But when the kids came along, and everything became harder again.

Your worries multiplied per two and added some new ones. You knew mixed species marriages weren’t as uncommon as back when you started dating, but inter-species schools were still very sketchy. And even though you made sure to be close to a school that offered everything you wanted, sometimes things became a bit too rough for all of you.

Your kid was pretty much human-passing, but sometimes his anger made his eyes shine inhumanly, and other times he got so angry his fangs elongated. It was a very thin balance between looking human and acting like a normal kid.

You thought you did well with him, he was happy, and that was all that mattered to you. That he could be as normal as he wanted, and as happy as he could. At the end of the day, the world was a dark place, but you dealt with it the best you could… together.