Monster's Pet

Gym slut: the accident

A/N: This is probably one of my fav parts of this series, and I give you a glimpse of the next one... Very, very excited!

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

You’d lived in a cloud since the other day at the gym, your contentment so profound you can’t stop smiling. To the point people at your work had asked what was wrong with you, and why didn’t you stop smiling. You should probably check why they thought you were such a downer, but you couldn’t even care. You were floating and everything felt more colorful and joyful around you. People could go fuck themselves if they wanted to ruin your good mood.

Since you and Inar made it “official”, he hadn’t stopped sending you messages every free second he got. And now, every time your phone lighted up with a new notification, your heart did a little flip, and the butterflies in your stomach got all crazy and excited.

You saw each other at the gym every morning, but because your combined hectic schedule, you couldn’t actually stop to get some fun at the gym, neither you could hang out after work. And it was slowly killing you. It was like your whole soul called for him, and now that you were in a relationship, you wanted his dick more than you wanted anything else.

But even dick-less, you were so happy you couldn’t even deny that you were a little bit in love with him… Maybe a lot more than “a little”, but it was too fast for that, right? You’d know each other for less than two months, you couldn’t be in love with him… But you were getting there. (You most definitely were already there but you couldn’t verbalize it just yet.)

You were so focused on thoughts of Inar, that you didn’t pay attention to the mess on the floor next to your desk. Suddenly, the floor was approaching to your face, and you barely had time to catch yourself, but not before you feel an awful pain shoot from your ankle up your leg.

“Holy shit!” You screamed, holding your ankle as a single tear goes down your cheek and your coworkers rushed in your direction. There was some commotion and many voices pretending to know what to do in these situations. “Shut up!” You told them with more force than intended, your head was already pounding because the pain was really bad. Your good mood soured. “Somebody needs to take me to the ER,” you said in a calmer tone.

You didn’t even process who was helping you up and leading you into a car, you were trying to breathe deeply not to start crying, but the pain was shooting up your leg to the point of wanting to scream. Ugh, you were so fucked.

And you were so focused on your pain and not to move your feet around that you didn’t realize you were in Inar’s hospital until your coworker was walking you through the ER doors. You shivered, and tried to decide if you should tell Inar you were there or not. You didn’t want to worry, and above that, you didn’t want him asking why you fell… It would be so embarrassing to tell him you were so pussy-whipped by him that you couldn’t even look where you were going.

The doctor checked you out, and they did some scans and everything they said was needed. Thanks to the goddess the first thing they did was give you something for the pain, so you were giggly and pain-free when you saw Inar appear at the ER doors.

He was an orc on a mission, looking straight at you with a frown that could defeat enemies if he set his mind to it. People moved to the side when he walked to you.

“Hi, honey,” you joked when Inar was close enough to your bed. You smiled up at him and sighed, he was so damn handsome and so strong and big and good goddess you couldn’t wait to get him alone.

His frown deepened and his lips tilted downwards, making him look a bit funny. You had to bite your lip to avoid giggling. “Don’t sweet talk me,,” he told you, his tone harsh. “What happened? You fell? At the office? How did you manage that?” He was checking your now wrapped ankle. He touched lightly your leg before looking at your face again, and your whole body lighted up.

“Mmmm, do that again,” you urged, leaning back and breathing slowly, content.

He did it again, wrapping his big hand around your knee and squeezing. How could a simple touch feel so fucking good? “What happened?” He repeated.

“Well, I was rushing to my desk and there was stuff on the ground,” you explained. Your brain felt fuzzy, like when you had a couple drinks and your body was all relaxed and languid. You wanted to feel like that forever.

He was caressing up and down your leg and it was a bit more than distracting. “Who put that stuff there?” He asked next, making you blink slowly at him.

“I did,” you said in a whisper, looking down embarrassed.

He pinched your chin between his fingers and made you look at his face. His eyes were tender and affectionate, and made your heart beat a bit faster. “You should be more careful, I got worried sick when they paged me saying my girlfriend was in the ER,” his tone was softer and made your insides melt.

Fuck, you liked that big dude so fucking much you wanted to scream it at the top of your lungs. But then you realized what he said. “They paged you?” You looked to the side, where a naga nurse that was trying very hard to act like she wasn’t eavesdropping. “They shouldn’t have done that.” You frowned, throwing daggers with your eyes at said naga, who you were sure was the one who snitched on you.

“Of course they should! You are my girlfriend I want to know if you are admitted to the hospital,” he sounded so offended that you couldn’t hold back the giggle. “It’s not funny, I was worried sick.” You nodded, grabbing the hand still on your leg and pulling it up to kiss his palm. He smiled at you, in an intimate way that turned your insides crazy with butterflies.

“I’m sorry, boyfriend.” You kissed his hand again, and he leaned down to steal a soft kiss. You smiled against his mouth, the corners of your lips touching his tusks.

“Say that again,” he whispered against your lips, a smile making his whole face light up.

“I’m sorry?” He arched an eyebrow, amused. “Boyfriend,” you repeated, dragging the word out slowly.

“I like that,” he said with a bigger smile. But then he leaned to the side and added against your ear: “I’m going to make you repeat it when I’m balls deep inside your pussy later, slut,” he whispered against your ear, making you blush and let out a very undignified yelp. He pulled back with a mischievous smirk. “What did the doctor say?”

“It’s just a sprain, but it was swollen really badly so they had to give me some good drugs. I have to keep weight out of it for a couple of days, and then take it easy for a few more, nothing major.” He nodded along your explanation, his hands checking your wrapped ankle again, without applying pressure, just a simple caress over it.

“Good, I can ta-” His phone beeped, breaking his stare. He checked it, just to curse very loudly. “Shit, I have to go.” He looked torn, like he didn’t want to go but he knew he was needed someplace else. There was probably a tiny baby someplace on the hospital that needed his help.

You nodded, signaling for him to go. “Okay, I’m getting discharged either way, I’m going to call a taxi and…”

He cut you mid phrase. “No,” the monosyllable sounded more like a growl than a word. “I’ll be done in an hour, wait for me so I can drive you home and make sure you are really keeping weight out of it.”

You were about to argue, but his pleading look made your heart go all soft, and you nodded, smiling when he kissed the tip of your nose and took off almost running. You thought about what he said and decided to go visit Ivy at the maternity floor. You’d been visiting her at least a couple times a week and asking Inar to check on her regularly.

The baby was born fine, but after a couple of days at home he developed some breathing issues, so now they were back at the hospital and you were worried sick for your newest friend and her cute as hell tiny dragon baby.

You called the naga nurse over, asking if somebody could help you move around the hospital and she was more than happy to do it herself. She you get to the maternity wing, passing you to somebody else with a wink and a heads up that you were Inar’s girlfriend. They smirked down at you and directed you to the room you were looking for, your face so hot it felt like burning lava.

You opened the door to find Ivy breastfeeding a very cute, very blue-ish scaled baby. The tiny thing was so cute you wanted to squeeze him against your body. Maybe later. You weren’t one for having kids, but you loved how cute babies were, if they weren’t pooping, or screaming, or crying… Well, maybe you just liked the concept of babies.

You spent the whole time talking, and finally got Ivy to tell you a bit about her past, about what made her have to move while pregnant… And it wasn’t pretty. It was really fucked up and this time your insides turned for very different reasons. You were angry at somebody you hadn’t even met, you were angry on behalf of your friend and you wanted nothing else but to help her got her life back.

True to his word, an hour later there was a knock on the door.

The worry and anger in your gut were burning, but when Inar appeared, you breathed a little bit easier. “Are you ready to go?” He asked with the biggest smile possible, the one that made his eyes twinkle with inner light and his tusks to glimmer under the fluorescent lights. He looked good enough to eat.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He approached you and helped you to your feet, his arm around your waist, almost carrying you completely. “I’ll come back tomorrow to check on you two,” you told Ivy. She smiled and send a wink your way, but her eyes remained sad, making your heart ache for her.

Inar stopped pretending he wasn’t carrying all your weight as soon as you closed the door, pushing you up and keeping your feet off the ground. He was carrying you with only one arm, and his flexed bicep next to your head was begging you to bite it.

You were about to when he asked: “Why were you frowning when I arrived?” You fell a bit more in love with him when he looked down at you with worry all over his face.

“Ivy told me a bit more about her story and… It’s not pretty. I won’t betray her trust telling you, but just… She’s going to need protection. The supernatural kind of protection,” as soon as the words were out of your mouth Inar was frowning, your worries mirrored in his eyes. And you fell in love with him a tiny bit more.

“She should talk to Isaak,” Inar suggested, looking at you with a tiny smile, but the worry lines in his forehead didn’t disappear.

Isaak was a trainer at the gym that offered self defense classes for humans and monsters alike. He was a very big, very rough orc, but the couple classes you took with him were very comprehensive and you did feel better after them. He could teach her some self defense, maybe that would help her a little bit. You would have to tell her about it.

He directed you to his truck, and you almost asked why, when you remembered your coworker drove you here and your car was still parked at the office. Shit.

“Come on, I’ll take you home and help you shower.”

“Oh, yeah?” You asked him with a smirk, your eyebrow arched as he helped you onto his big truck.

Memories of the last time you were in that truck make your body tingle. Riding him, taking his knot, being filled to the brim… Fuck, your pussy was already needy for him.

“Yes, I’m selfless like that,” he joked, making you let out a big belly laugh that startled him, but suddenly he was smiling at you again and everything else faded to the background. You’d do anything to see him smile like that every single day for as long as he would have you.

Maybe it was too late to deny that you were in love with your gymbro orc.

Exclusive story (27th to 2nd)

Dirty girl

What about Vampire!hubsand Dom!sugar daddy! X FEM! Chubby reader! Sub! It's readers first time and since her husband is a Dom, he degrades her while in bed, and reader completely takes it to heart and she starts to cry, but her husband thinks it's good tears till he realizes it's not and IMMEDIATELY stops the second he realizes, asking if she's okay, and the whole night they cuddle with candles surrounding them and her husband just brushes hair out of her face and keeps on apologizing and the next day they try to do it again but less degrading and it works out and reader is happy to finally lose her V-card?.…

A/N: Hi there! I took liberties with the prompt because I’m not a fan of mixing first time with degradation and dom/sub. But I tried to do something that fits the request, hope you like it. Enjoy!

Vampire x fem!reader || degradation (light), dom/sub (light) || tw: mentions of blood

Adapting to your sugar daddy was harder than expected. At first, everything was laughs and smiles, but the first time you tried to fuck, it backfired so badly you ended up crying as he panicked and promised to buy you everything you wanted if you stopped crying.

Later, you both laughed about his “solution”, but in that moment, he’s all worried and offering you whatever it took only made you cry harder. He was just so fucking nice all the time, you couldn’t process it.

And after that, he had been very careful with you. Careful to the point of not wanting to touch you more than simple caresses, and every time you tried to kiss him and go further, he would pull away and run like the devil was chasing his soul. And it annoyed you. It annoyed you to no end because you were fucking horny and more than ready to be fucked by an ancient vampire.

“We need to fuck.” You tell him on a random Wednesday.

He looks up from his tablet and stares at you, unblinking. “What?”

You take a deep breath. “I know the first time didn’t go according to plan, but I want to feel your cock inside of me, I want to be filled to the brim by your cock and you should stop denying me,” your speech is fast and rushed, scared you’d lose your nerve if you don’t let it out.

He looks at you for a few seconds, you can almost hear the gears inside his brain turning and processing your words. You can see the doubt in his eyes and the tension in his shoulders, but when you think you are going to have to argue more with him, he asks: “Are you sure?”

You fist pump the air mentally. “Yes.”

And with that, his whole posture changes, his eyes darken and his smirk becomes almost dangerous. “Yes, what?” He asks, his head turned to the side. He’s testing you. But you know exactly what he wants.

“Yes, sir.” You shiver when you say it. The simple word, just one syllable, is enough to make your blood run faster, to make your heart skip a beat…

“Take all your clothes and kneel on the middle of the bed, hands behind your back,” you rush to do as you are told, your blood boiling as your heart accelerates inside your chest. “Such a dirty girl, so ready to be fucked, she doesn’t even ask if her master needs anything…” He teases and you whine, looking at him as you get into position. “You look so beautiful like that, what a vision.” His voice is reverent, like he’s speaking about a work of art, and it makes your inside twist in anticipation.

He touches the side of your torso, his cold fingers erupting goosebumps against your skin as you moan. He whispers compliments as he touches every naked inch of your body but the ones you want him the most. He ignores your erect nipples and your tingly pussy, but he touches you so softly and slowly... he drives you insane all the same.

“Touch me, please. Please, sir…” You beg, unable to resist. You are trembling, your body so tense and on edge with barely any touching that you are almost sure you could come with just a touch.

“Please, what? What do you want, dirty girl?” He asks, teasing you once again. He’s such a jackass, but good damn if that doesn’t make you want him more.

“Touch my pussy, please sir.” You let out after some struggling. Your tongue feels tied, like you can’t form proper words because of how pent up your desire is.

“Just because you asked nicely.” His tone has an edge of desperation you can’t miss, and only makes you needier for him. You want to give him everything, for him to take everything. “You are so wet for me, such a slutty dirty girl, you are dripping and I barely did nothing to you… Are you happy with that? Do you like being my slutty dirty girl?” You moan, unable to form words, but he takes that as a yes. “You are going to feel so good wrapped around my cock. Do you want that, dirty girl? Do you want to feel my cock buried inside your tight pussy?” You nod frantically, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Lay down, dirty girl, I want to see you fully.”

You do as you are told, and the second you are on your back, spread for him, his hands are on your boobs, caressing your nipples and making you scream with passion. He chuckles at your reaction, rubbing his cold thumbs over your pointy nipples and making you beg him to do more, to touch you more. He complies, kissing a trail down your body until his mouth is around your right nipple and you are grabbing his hair with such force you are worried he’s going to become bald.

And then he bites down, pushing some of his venom inside of you as he sucks a bit of your blood, driving both of you frantic in desperation. With only that, you two are more than ready to go, your brain blurry and your body tense in anticipation.

He gets on top of you, his dick resting against your opening. “Are you sure?” He asks again, making your heart swoon as you nod curtly. He leans down and claims your mouth in a deep kiss as his dick breaches your opening.

It’s like anything you’ve ever felt. He fills every inch of you, rubbing against your most sensitive places as he starts moving, a slow tempo that drives you both wild. Your heels dig on his ass, and your nails scratch his back until you smell the blood. But it only drives him wilder, fucking you harder, faster, telling you how good you feel, how wet you are… And with each word you get closer and closer to release. With each word, your brain gets a bit more blurry with pleasure and your orgasm is almost there…

“Come for me, dirty girl,” he whispers against your ear, kissing the side of your neck and propelling you to the best orgasm of your life.

The mating cave

Patreon Commission for Zars

A/N: Thanks to the wonderful @dragonsholygrail for helping me plot this commission. Enjoy!

Mershark x fem!reader || soulmates, oral sex, double peen, double penetration, anal sex || tw: mentions of blood

You are trying to swim to the cave when you accidentally touch the pointy coral. You let out a watery gasp, almost choking and having to swim to the surface in a rush when the air leaves your lungs. You look down in time to see a cloud of pinkish blood, your blood. Shit. That’s not good, it’s the mershark territory, you can’t go around bleeding over their coral reef.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The fish under you disappear, as if something big is coming your way and you had a second to think before you are swimming as fast as possible to the entrance of the cave. You know where it is, the witch gave you very precise instructions, and you are so close…

You barely made it to the opening before you jump out of the water, your back plastered to the rock wall as you see a big shadow entering right behind you, a big body that makes your blood run hotter in an instant.

“You are not mershark,” it’s the first thing he says when his body is out of the water.

You stare at him, gaping and making you look like the half-fish in this interaction. As if he didn’t look like a humanoid shark… a very hot humanoid shark. Your brain is not fully processing everything that had happened in the last couple minutes, but you are trying to catch up fast. You need to react, you need to comprehend that you (finally) have found what you were looking for. Hopefully.

“You are not human,” you shoot back when your brain started working again. What kind of shitty response is that? You curse yourself internally.

He doesn’t seem to mind your bullshit response. “How did you get here?” He asks this time.

“The witch led me here,” you let out in a breath, thinking the truth will get you further than more stupid comebacks. “I made a deal and she said everything I was looking for would be here, and then… You appeared,” you add, trying to be as coherent as possible as your eyes threaten to travel across his slippery big body.

“Your blood called to me,” he says as if it’s as easy as that. You look down at the tiny cut on your arm, blinking slowly. “You are mine. My mate. My forever partner.”

“Easy there tiger…” You tell him, chuckling. You knew the witch said everything you ever wanted was in the cave, but that sounded like a whole lot of intensity for a mershark.

“I’m not a tiger. I’m mershark. And you are human. We should be able to couple. Some have before,” his nonchalance and the way he states facts as if life is as easy as that made your eyelid twitch with tension. You wish life was that easy, you really do. But it’s not. But he keeps talking as if your inner turmoil is not even there. “There’s records of other mershark and human coupling. We should get to it, finish the mating.” He steps in your direction, his tail transforming into two big as tree legs that have your mouth going dry.

“What do you mean finish?” You ask, licking your lips and allowing yourself to look over his body with not so innocent intents. Fuck, he’s huge.

He twists his head to the side, as a puppy would do, and it makes your mouth twitch, wanting to smile badly. “You shed your blood for me to find you, now I breed you and we are together forever,” his explanation is as weird as it was before, and your brain can’t process everything at the same time blood runs south, your pussy tingling when he steps close to you, his body heat warming your skin without touching.

“You… I… What?”

“I’m going to taste you know. Your pussy smells even better than your blood,” he says before he falls to his knees in front of you.

The promise of the witch about everything you wanted resonates in your head, and you are unable to fight him, you want this. All your confusion and hesitation flies right out of your mind. He pushes one of your legs over his shoulder and your hands grab onto his wet slick head when his big tongue finds your wet opening.

He eats you out like a pro, you don’t even know how a mershark with all his teeth and huge fucking mouth can be giving you more pleasure than any human ever had. It’s exhilarating and insanely good, and you are losing your track of thought when his pointy teeth scratch in the lightest way against your clit, sending you over the edge as he continues to lick you over, from asshole to clit and back down.

He eats you out like he’s starving, like he’s aiming for a goal no man has ever reached: getting you to come twice just with their mouths… And he reaches it.

You are breathing hard by the time he pulls away from your quivering pussy, your whole body trembling and your pussy asking for more. He smirks down at you and it’s almost fearsome, but something in his smirk makes you burn from the inside out. And then you look down and...

“You- you have two!” You exclaim, your mouth agape with surprise, finger pointing accusatory to his dicks. Plural. DickS.

“Yes. Of course, and big, too!” He looks so proud and smug that you almost want to laugh, but you are too busy gaping at him.

“That’s… Humans don’t… Humans only have one,” you try to explain, and that only makes him chuckle as he grabs your ass and urges you to wrap your legs around his middle. You touch his tail with your heels and he shivers, moaning deep and low and making you whimper in response.

“But you have two holes, I’ve seen them. I’ve licked them.” You blush in embarrassment at his words, making a choked sound that’s half groan, half chuckle. He rubs his dicks against your openings, and you throw your head back, groaning at the sensation. “I shall prepare you properly, mate, do not worry.”

He fingers you open using some of his saliva and your juices, adding some of his precum to the mix to make you as slippery as possible. He starts slow but rapidly increases his pace, using two fingers and scissoring them inside your asshole, driving you insane with a pleasure you didn’t know existed. It’s like he knows every single pleasure point in your body and he’s exploiting them all at the same time.

He’s holding you up with just one hand as he works you open with the other, your head is thrown back and he’s nipping at your neck with his too pointy teeth. The whole situation is dancing between surreal and fucking dreamy, and you can’t do anything about it when a third orgasm rocks your body when he rubs his lower cock against your clit, and his fingers inside your asshole twitch in the best way possible.

You scream your release as he smirks against your skin, you pull at his back fin, making him whimper. He positions himself, his lower cock, thinner and longer against your asshole, and his upper one, wider and shorter against your pussy.

When he pushes both dicks inside of you at the same time, your brain stops working, your mouth opens in a silent scream and you are seeing stars behind your eyelids. It’s everything and more, it’s so overstimulating your body is shivering and you can’t get enough at the same time. You don’t even think about it when you lower yourself willingly, helping him along as he keeps going and going and going… until his hips are flushed against yours and you’ve never felt so full before.

“Holy shit, you feel… you feel… Oh, goddess,” you moan as he wiggles his hips experimentally, making you see stars.

“You feel incredible my mate,” he whispers against your ear, grunting when he thrusts in and out for the first time. “You are so tight. So warm, so wet…” His words make no sense but you don’t fucking care.

He starts a rapid pace that drives you to the brink of orgasm in a rush. Your bodies dancing against the other, slippery because of his skin and the water clinging to your skin. It’s fast and desperate, hard and exhilarating, and before you realize your body is seizing around him as he lets out a series of curses in a language you don’t understand and you feel his come hitting you deep, hot as molten lava and sending aftershocks of pleasure down your spine.

You breath hard for a few minutes, his own labored breath matching as you come down from the most amazing orgasm of your life. Your body is still trembling when he pulls his head away from your neck and stares into your eyes, a smug smile curving his wide mouth.

“Well, hello there,” you say looking at him with the biggest smile possible.

“Nice to meet you, my mate,” he tells you, making you giggle as he walks with you impaled on his dick until you are back in the water. “Ready to join your forever family?”

You can only nod.

Christmas present

Commission for anon

A/N: This is a continuation to this and this, be sure to check those two because this will make more sense. ALSO! You can check how Ambrose looks here, isn’t he beautiful?

Minotaur (Ambrose) x fem!reader || bladder control, piss kink (kinda), squirting (kinda?), dom/sub dynamic, degradation, pet play, humiliation, (lowkey) edging, dirty talk, overstimulation || tw: piss

When you got home you bee-lined for the bathroom, telling Ambrose to wait for you in the living room as you prepared his surprise. He smirked, and said he would do the same. You did a fast job getting into your new red lingerie, the one you knew looked fantastic against your skin and stared at yourself in the mirror for a bit longer than necessary. You decided to paint your lips just to add an extra touch to your present.

You knew you could get him to do whatever he wanted with you any day, but you weren’t one to wear lingerie that often, at least not the kind of lingerie that framed your sexy places but hid absolutely nothing. There was a hole right at your crotch that would make it extra easy for him to slip inside, and your boobs were framed with pretty lace that covered absolutely nothing.

You looked… kind of hot. The ugly voices in your head telling you that you didn’t, but you shut them up, trying to remain focused on your boyfriend. You covered yourself with a bathrobe and walked to the living room, where Ambrose was nowhere to be seen.

You called out for him and he called back. You followed his voice to your room, where he was naked and spread on the bed, his hands tied over his head and his horns pressing against the wall. He looked good enough to eat and you had to pause for a second so you wouldn’t come right there. Good goddess, he looked good enough to eat.

You gaped for a few seconds before you could talk. “What is this?”

“Your special surprise, sunshine. Today you can do whatever you want to me,” he moved his hands to prove he was tied. You both knew he could break free anytime he wanted, but the illusion of control was enough.

“But… But I…” You didn’t know how to tell him your present was exactly the same. You wanted him to have you however he wanted and now… You didn’t know what to say.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, already smelling the worry in your tone. “Is this wrong? Do you not want this?” He asked, his hands twisting trying to get free of the restrains.

“No!” You stopped him, looking at him intently and measuring your options. You wanted it. You wanted to control him for once. “I- I like it,” your voice had an edge of unsureness, but you could deal with that.

“Good. Then what are you waiting for?” The smile on his mouth was mischievous enough to make your pussy tingle. You could do this, you could be the domme in this situation.

“Don’t you want to see your present?” You asked, a hint of bratiness in your tone. He nodded, licking his lips as he realized you were wearing a robe. You dropped it, and he gasped, pulling against the restrains as if he was already desperate to touch you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his fists twitching against the headboard. “You look… Fuck, sunshine. You look gorgeous. I regret the restrains now,” he lamented, looking at you like you were his next meal.

“I- I don’t know… I just… I know I’m not the prettiest, or the hottest but I…” That’s all you could say before you heard a snap of metal and Ambrose was jumping off the bed, launching at you and pushing you against the wall.

You should have anticipated that.

“What did we say about talking bad about yourself, sunshine?” His tone was no longer reverent or trying to be submissive. He was all dominance and possessiveness, and your body was melting against the wall. He cupped your pussy, and the second he realized there was a hole and he could touch your clit without fabric in the middle, he smirked cruelly at you. “What did we say?” He repeated, his fingers rubbing circles over your clit and driving you crazy within seconds.

He drove you to the edge and stopped. You whined and he did it again. And again. Until you could feel your juices gushing out of you and running down his wrist and your tights. He was barely doing anything, but you were so horny and so ready to come you were going insane.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You begged over and over, his hands still playing with your welcoming pussy. Fingering you until your legs gave out and he had to hold you up against the wall.

“For what?” He punctuated with such a hard thrust of his fingers as your eyes rolled back into your head.

You breathed hard, words difficult to form in your fucked out brain. “For talking bad about myself,” you whispered, your body sagging against the wall, trying to roll your hips against his hand, but he didn’t let you.

“Repeat it,” he ordered. “Be a good slutty pet and do as I say, sunshine.”

“I’m sorry for talking bad about myself,” you repeated after a pause, your breathing labored.

“That’s a good pet, so obedient. I’m the only one who can tell you how pathetic you are when you are panting around my cock. Such a needy pet, always ready to be fucked. I bet you are always a bit wet, I bet I could slip my dick inside of you anytime of the day and you’d be begging me to come in less than a minute. You are that easy for me, aren’t you?” His dirty words only sent you higher, panting as he smiled, amused.

“For you, only for you,” you agreed, his fingers going faster, his thumb rubbing your clit in the best way possible and your brain melting.

“Good,” he growled.

It happened so fast you barely processed it. One second you were against the wall with his fingers inside of you, and the next one you were on the bed, face down and ass up, his dick pressing against your welcoming heat. He bottomed out in one hard thrust, his dick hitting so deep and so harsh you yelped, but it was rapidly replaced with the most intense pleasure as he started to fuck you like a beast.

You were chanting his name, and when he slapped your ass, you couldn’t hold back even if you wanted. You screamed as the first orgasm of many washed over your body, your muscles twitching around him as he grunted about how good you felt, how tight and hot.

You were trembling when you came down, but he didn’t stop. He grabbed the edge of your lace panties and pulled back, using it like reins to fuck you harder, faster, until his movements were faster than lightning and you were coming again.

And he kept going.

It was maddening and perfect, but you felt a growing pressure inside of you. “I’m gonna… I don’t know if I can hold… I need to pee!” You told him, desperate. You didn’t want… You couldn’t...

“No,” he denied, his dick hitting deep and hard, not stopping for even a millisecond.

“Please, please, Ambrose… I’m gonna…” You begged, not sure what you wanted, but he kept fucking you and your brain was foggy with pleasure and the need for release.

“You can’t hold it in? What a bad pet. Are you going to piss all over yourself and make a mess, sunshine?” His harsh words were doing something for you, your brain barely functioning as the pressure and pleasure grew and grew. You were about to burst.

“Please!” You begged again, a bit too loudly, but you didn’t care.

He leaned down over your body, his hand finding your clit and rubbing it rapidly. “Do it,” he whispered against your ear.

Your whole body shocked as if lightning hit you, the pressure inside of you releasing so fast and so hard you couldn’t keep your eyes open, and your mouth parted on a scream so loud you were sure your neighbors three blocks down could hear it. You weren’t sure if you peed, if you squirted or if it happened at the same time, but you never felt an orgasm so intense and a release so pleasurable in your life. Your whole body was trembling with aftershocks and sending little sparks of pleasure down your spine.

“Are you done?” He asked, his dick still inside of your pussy. You couldn’t answer, the moment you opened your mouth, the only thing that escaped was a broken whine and some babbling. He chuckled and patted your head as if you were a pet. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. “Finally fucked the brat out of you,” he joked, rolling his hips and making your eyes roll back into your head.

And then he started moving again. With each thrust your body shock with a tiny orgasm. The oversensitivity was so high you couldn’t keep your eyes open, your mouth constantly drooling over the sheets as he fucked you. It was the most intense experience of your life, and by the time he finally pushed his come into you, you were barely a human anymore, just a slutty pet for him to play with…

You blacked out for a few seconds, and when you returned to your senses he was carrying you bridal style. He helped you to a bath as he changed the sheets and then joined you, slipping behind you in the bathtub and holding you tight against his warm body.

“I didn’t get my present,” you finally choked out, the bratiness returning, making him chuckle.

“You can tie me up tomorrow, sunshine,” he whispered before kissing your sweaty forehead.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 5)

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

You are almost excited for the pick-up time. Not only because that would mean the awful day would be over, but because you can’t stop thinking about certain orc who said was going to be there at the end of the day. You don’t want to lie to yourself, so you can accept it was the only thing that made that hell day bearable.

The kids were awful all day long. Between mini monsters falling down, getting hurt, or fighting, you hadn’t stopped even for a second. Your stomach was grumbling in protest as you saw the kids getting a snack when their families picked them up, but you still had one kid waiting before you could go get a snack yourself. And it happened to be the baby orc you liked the most (don’t tell that to the other kids, it would be mean).

The baby orc was babbling about the amazing coloring book his aunt got him yesterday when you saw a big black truck park at the other side of the street. And you had to restrain yourself not to stare at him with open mouth as he stepped down the car and pushed his glasses over his head, his long hair pushed back and making you want to faint like a Victorian lady.

He opened the back door and took… a plant? Why was he carrying a potted plant? Your thoughts about the plant were completely forgotten when he walked to you, a big smile on his lips as he waved his nephew and send you a mischievous wink. Your heart was about to escape your chest at that point.

“Hello there, little man! How was your day?” He asked, kneeling next to the baby orc who was staring at him like he hung the moon.

You could relate to him because your panties were almost melting at his actions. Why was he so fucking cute and sexy? It was unfair to your poor human hormones. And when he stood up in all his tall as fuck glory and extended his hand to you, you almost swallowed your tongue. Fuck, he looked even more handsome this close.

“I brought you this,” he said, offering you a potted plant with beautiful fragrant white flowers. You took it with a knot in your throat, why was he so nice when you hadn’t been nothing but awkward around him.

“I- Thank you,” you said a bit chockedly. “That was very thoughtful,” your voice was barely a whisper but he smiled and your heart skipped a beat.

You had a very bad day and him giving you something was making you more emotional that it should. To the point that you could feel your eyes filling up with tears. Oh, no. You weren’t about to cry in front of your orc crush. Oh no.

You didn’t have time to say anything else. “I-” He scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish. “I wanted to ask you if you would like… If you would like to go on a date with me,” he finally let out with a half smile that made his tusks gleam under the last rays of sunshine hiding on the horizon.

Your heart stopped, and your brain short-circuited, staring at him with your mouth hanging open. You were about to say yes when you heard a yell behind you and some little body pushing against the back of your knees, propelling you forward without time to stop the fall.

Your whole body tilting to the side and you hit the floor with a hard thud. “Oh, dungus,” you cursed, afraid that a kid could hear you cursing.

He didn’t have such manners. “Oh, fuck,” he exclaimed, his hands frantically hovering over you, without touching.

“Uncle, you said a bad word! I’m going to tell mom!” The precious baby orc said, covering his mouth as if it was sacrilegious that his uncle just cursed.

You almost wanted to laugh, but the pain in your wrist was horrible and the only thing that escaped your parted lips was a groan of pain. Unax looked at you with a mix of anger and worry in his face, crunching next to you and grabbing your wrist with his too big hand. It was starting to swell and it hurt like a bitch.

“Hospital. We need to get to the hospital,” he urged, helping you get back on your feet and resting his big as fuck hand on your lower back.

“What? No! No hospital, that’s too much, it’s just a sprain at most,” you told him, almost panicked.

“I’m not arguing. I’m taking you to the hospital,” he insisted. You were about to argue, but 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 like you weighted nothing.

You saw your naga boss laughing at the entrance of the building, covering her mouth with her hand as she waved you goodbye. Why was she so normal about this? An orc just whisked you away, and she said nothing? Weird.

Weekly plan (20th to 26th)

Out of jealousy (part 2): The childhood bedroom

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Request: May i continue out of jealousy with this one? Maybe they invite her to the family holiday gathering since they are together now. Nsfw or sfw whichever fits best is good with me!

A/N: First part can be found here.

Orc (Hodei Jr.) x fem!reader || oral sex, exhibitionism (very light)

“The baby is here!” His sister hollered as soon as you crossed the doorstep.

You giggled as he grumbled something about stupid siblings. You knew it was all a lie. He loved his siblings dearly, but they did love to tease him, and you enjoyed it greatly. It was always funny to see how your big orc boyfriend got flustered when his siblings called him baby or ruffled his hair like he was still a kid. It was adorable in the best way possible.

Everyone gave you the best welcome, as always, but this time there were bigger smiles and tighter hugs, everyone so happy about your newfound mate-bond. Most of them already knew, and you gave them a light slap on the arm that probably hurt your hand more than them, but it needed to be done. You knew all of them and nobody told you shit about the mate thing before.

But your annoyance lasted very little, because as soon as his mom appeared and hugged you tightly, calling you “her new daughter”, your eyes filled with tears and you wanted nothing more than you melt into her embrace.

Soon after everyone was sitting around an overcrowded table, the focus turned to Inar, one of the older brothers, because he was being stupid and not telling his mate about the mate bond. You told him he was extra stupid, and almost regretted it when his face fell.

“But you can still fix it,” you told him in a softer tone. He smiled at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Everyone dropped the subject after that.

The food was delicious, and the company was great, but when Hodei told you he wanted to show you something in his childhood bedroom, you were grateful. You loved the orc family, but after a while they were a bit… overwhelming. He took your hand and pulled you with him, smiling down at you like the lovesick fool he was.

“Don’t you dare fuck up there!” His big brother yelled behind you two as you walked up the stairs. You blushed as Hodei told him to go fuck himself over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, my mate, I can make you come without them knowing,” he whispered against your ear, palming your ass as he urged you up the remaining steps.

You giggled, but your face was impossibly hot. You knew what he could do in very little time, but also you weren’t sure you wanted to get frisky in his parent’s house. But at the same time… You wanted to live your teenage fantasy real bad. You dreamed of fucking him in any way possible as you listened to him talk about games and stuff when you were teens, and now that you were officially together… you wanted to experience all of those dreams.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You asked him as soon as the door was closed. He hummed in agreement as he rummaged through a messy drawer. “I touched myself thinking of you fucking me in this bed,” you let out in a whisper.

He turned around so fast the drawer went flying, spilling everything on the floor as he gaped at you, his eyes were blown wide and his mouth agape as he stared at you in disbelief. “What did you just say?” He asked, a hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth, almost hidden by his tusks.

“When we were teens… I liked you, and I… I wanted you to stop playing those stupid shooting games, turn around and just ravish me,” you confessed. Your face was flaming, but you wanted to let him know, and maybe tease him enough that he would do exactly that.

“For fuck’s sake, why didn’t you say anything?” He looked almost offended that you were horny around him and he didn’t do anything to remedy it.

“I thought you knew! Don’t orcs smell arousal?” You told him, as confused as him at the moment.

“Of course we can but you’d always smelled the same around me...” You smirked as the recognition caught up with him. “You were aroused all the time!” He said louder than expected. You were pretty sure the walls were soundproof, but the idea that they might know… made you hot in a way you weren’t ready to comprehend.

You shushed him, but he only stepped into your personal bubble, pushing your shoulder back until you were laying on the bed and he was hovering over you. He kissed your neck, your cheeks, your mouth… He kissed every inch of skin he could reach as you giggled under him.

“You are a horny dirty girl,” he whispered against your ear, making you shiver as his tongue traced the column of your throat. “Can I tell you a secret?” He threw your earlier words back to you. You nodded, and you felt his smirk against your skin. “I was thinking about licking every inch of your body when I was playing those games, I never turned around so you wouldn’t see the erection I got every time you sat on my bed.” His words made your body shiver.

You grabbed his hair and pulled him up, claiming his mouth the way you wanted all those years ago. Now that you had free reign to kiss him whenever you wanted, you took full advantage of it. You loved his lips, and the way his tusks felt against the edges of your mouth as he tried to devour you.

Before you realized you were grinding up against his hard on, your legs parting on their own accord and fitting his big body between them. The contact of his erection against your needy center made both of you groan loudly. “We need to be quiet,” you let out between kisses.

“You need to be quiet, I’m not the one who ended up with a sore throat last week because she screamed that loudly…” He teased, his hand slipping under your shirt and cupping your boob over the bra, squeezing lightly and making your nipple rub against the fabric in the mot amazing torture.

“That was your faul…” You didn’t finish the complain before his hand slipped down and cupped your pussy over your leggings. “Fuck. More.”

“Your wish is my command, my mate,” he said with a final peck on your lips, traveling down your body and pulling down your leggings and panties, throwing them over his shoulder as he settled between your legs.

In the short weeks you’d been together, he’d mastered the pussy-ology of you. He could drive you insane with two flicks of his tongue and made your body reach its peak with a few movements. And this time wasn’t different.

He started slowly, making out with your opening like his life depended on it, messily and carefully. But it didn’t last long, he was always too impatient to go slow, rubbing your clit with his nose as he devoured you. His fingers weren’t too far away either, one pressing inside of you and another joining his tongue against your pearl, rubbing and teasing, pressing and driving you completely insane in a few minutes.

He pulled away from you, licking his fingers and lips until there was no remnants of your juices and smirking down at your sated state. He helped you get dressed, and kissed your lips softly.

“What about you?” You asked pointing at his more than clear erection. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and tried to cover himself as much as possible.

“We are going to go down and act civilized for a few minutes, then we are going to say goodbye and I’m fucking you in the car as soon as we are out of here,” he promised with a grunt, readjusting himself in his pants and making your spent clit give a brave twitch.

He never showed you what he wanted.

(You had to act collected but with the knowing smirks of every adult in the room you know you aren’t fooling anyone and they all know what you did… Shit.)

Nesting

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Request: Sorry it took so long to get back to you, is it possible to do something with a winged male who sees you talking to someone (a family member or friend) during his courtship of you and instead of being rational he decides to remove you from the conversation and takes you back to his nest to show you how to be a proper mate. Jealousy, feral mating, marking, oviposition (if that's something you write for). (Sorry if I didn't explain it properly, thank you so much.)💜💜

A/N: Never wrote a bird-man before and I wanted to experiment, hope y’all enjoy it!

Bird-man x fem!reader || feral, marking, breeding (technically), oviposition

You were laughing at something your friend said, your head thrown back as you clutched your stomach. You were having coffee with them before meeting your birdman boyfriend, who should be arriving at any time.

And arriving he did.

You heard him before you saw him, his deep voice barely a growl when he said: “No.”

His imposing figure appeared in your peripheral as he stepped closer to you two, his wide wings creating shadows over your table as he grunted. You stood to kiss his cheek and introduce him to your friend, but he didn’t let you.

“What? What are you doing?” You asked him as his big arm rounded your waist and he drew you against his body. “Hey! I was talking to him!” You struggled as he pulled you away from your friend.

“No. You are mine,” his growl made your blood boil, but not exactly in anger... Your body reacting instinctively to his harsh voice and possessive words.

You were vibrating with anticipation when his wings propelled you two to the sky. You’d flown with him enough times that you weren’t scared anymore. At first it was a bit of a concern that he would drop you and you’d die a horrible death, but he made sure you were comfortable enough with him to fly you everywhere as you screeched with joy.

But not this time.

This time your body was thrumming with anticipation at the purr in his chest and the continuous growl emanating from his beak. You barely saw the city flying by before he was stepping into his nest and letting you down. He started pacing from one side to the other, his fists clenched as he mumbled some things you couldn’t catch. He looked furious, his body almost trembling.

But you knew no self-preservation. “Why did you take me away? I didn’t even pay!” You told him, an edge of annoyance on your words, teasing his patience even more.

“I paid for you,” he reassured you. “But then I saw you laughing and…” His phrase is broken by a growl.

“And what?” You urged, pressing more than you knew it was wise.

“You can’t laugh like that with others, your laughter is a pleasure, and it should be mine. You should be mine.” His words made you pause, completely confused about his statement.

“I am yours.”

He looked at you then, his eyes bloodshot and blown, he looked dangerous in the most hot way ever. “Not completely,” he said, cryptically.

You quirked your head to the side, more confused than ever. “What? What do you mean?” You’d been dating for months.

“I- I didn’t… We didn’t…” He took a deep breath, his talons shaking again. “I haven’t claimed you, yet,” he finally confessed.

“Then do it.” He looked at you like you were crazy, and you almost believed so. You were teasing a dangerous creature, but you had no fear of him. You wanted him more than anything. You wanted everything he could give you. “Claim me.”

You recognized the exact second the words were processed in his brain, his eyes turning two dark pools as he launched for you, softness and carefulness forgotten. His wings propelled him forward and he caught you by the waist, pushing you to the nest and ripping your clothes apart as you yelped in surprise.

It was fast and frantic, his talons were everywhere and his beak was pinching your neck in a way that had your pussy tingling with need. One second he was touching your skin, and the next his dick was pushing against your welcoming heat. He paused for a second, as if even when feral knew you needed to accept him, so you thrust your hips up to get him deeper, moaning as his dick rubbed against your G-spot.

That’s all the confirmation he needed.

He started a frantic pace, fucking in and out of you like the monster he was as you chanted his name over and over. Your body was moving against the nest to the point he had to cover your head with one of his talons so you wouldn’t crack your head against the wall. But you didn’t care about it, you were seeing stars behind your eyelids, and you needed release ASAP.

He growled: “Say that you are mine.”

You opened your eyes enough to see his eyes completely black, his wings behind him framing his big body over you and making him look like a possessed demon. Good goddess he was so hot like that, all feral and desperate to fuck you, to claim you.

“I’m yours. Yours, yours, yours…” You chanted as his dick hi deep and hard. It was frantic and desperate… and you were loving every second of it.

The second your orgasm washed over your body, his eyes crossed and he looked down at you with surprise, as if he wasn’t expecting you to come. That only made it hotter, made him hotter. He rutted his dick against your G-spot prolonging your pleasure and grunting with each thrust. It was so erotic your body melted against the nest as he kept fucking you through it.

But he was not far behind, already on the edge. You felt the pinch of his talons against your sides at the same time he growled, bottoming out completely and letting out a feral growl that shook your body and made your inside twist with heat.

And then you felt it… the widening of the base of his dick, and the telltale sign of an egg being pushed inside of you. It was maddening, the slow drag against your inner walls, the way he grunted and held onto you so harsh you knew you were going to be marked for days. And you liked that. You liked that you’d have a reminder of who you belonged to.

The pressure of the egg going inside of you drove you into another orgasm, and the way his dick twitched and rubbed against your G-spot destroyed every single thought in your mind as you came, and came, and came… When it was fully settled inside of you, it felt like a relief, but it didn’t last long. He pulled out and watched with a smirk how his come dripped out of your stretched hole.

And then you felt the need to push the egg out... and everything you felt before paled in comparison. It was too bright, too hot, too good… The way it stretched you in its way out was even better than when he introduced it. It was everything you didn’t know you needed and it was messing with your brain in the best way possible, turning it into jelly. Your brain was short-circuiting to a point you couldn’t even hear what your boyfriend was saying, you were pretty sure he was telling you how good you were doing, and how good your pussy looked stretched around his egg, but you couldn’t care less about his words. The pleasure was too bright, too hot, too good…

You fainted for a few seconds and when you came back the egg was out and there was a mess of juices in your southern region. He was smiling down at you, tracing the marks on your hips with a possessive caress and touching your pussy as if it was his most beloved possession.

He cradled you against his body, his big wings coming around you in a cocoon of warmth and protectiveness. “Mine,” he whispered against your head as you chuckled, falling asleep instantly.

Alien inspector: the boss (Xyri’s POV)

A/N: As a disclaimer, because this is different to other parts, this is a bit shorter to see if you guys like his POV or we continue with the usual after this, let me know after reading.

Alien (Xyris) x fem!reader || sfw

The moment he met you, he knew there was something different about you. And it fascinated him. You fascinated him. He was attracted to you, obviously, he was always attracted to humans, they were so similar but so, so different.

The females of his species were pretty similar to the males, almost no difference between them apart from their genitalia. Truth be told, most of his species didn’t even distinguish between females and males, but himself, working on an intergalactic base, preferred to choose male pronouns, made his life easier.

And he loved it in there, he loved working with so many different species and anatomies, it made his brain fire in the best way possible. But his years of experience in the medical field didn’t prepare him to find a human he found so enticing, his normal coldness became… less cold.

There was something extra different about you… The way your body moved, the way you reacted to his touch in such an innocent manner but so responsive it got his dick twitching under his lab coat. He had to masturbate three times to get the smell of your pussy off his fingers, coming around his hand until he felt raw and his body was tired to the bone. But nothing prepared him for what was to come. More precisely, nothing prepared him for the reality of… you.

When things escalated and you became more or less a fixture in his life, things became weirdly better in general. And he couldn’t figure out why. The days didn’t feel so long, the boring chatter of everyone around you wasn’t as annoying… And he needed to figure out why.

That’s why he tried to be more human, to behave more like you… to see if he could figure it out what it was that made life a little less gray.

And it kind of did.

Something inside of him changed when you left after your appointment. Wait no, date. That’s how humans called it, a date. After that fiasco, he did some more research. You didn’t answer his questions about girlfriend-boyfriend relationships, but he needed more info, he craved it. Knowledge had been his motor for decades, and now, being in the unknown left a bitter taste in the back of his tongue. He could have asked one of the other humans on the ship, but something about that didn’t feel right, as if he was betraying you in a way.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Why didn’t you answer? Why didn’t you want to talk about? Was that some kind of weird human custom? Did he offend you by asking about it? Humans were so very weird in their morals and customs, even getting embarrassed by simple nakedness. And it didn’t matter how much he researched, it felt like he never got anywhere. Humans were just so stupid. And all they did sounded… well, alien-like.

A new alert from security on his intercom took him away from his thoughts. “Inspector, your human is approaching your quarters.”

Sometimes being the boss of everyone on the ship paid up. They let him get away fucking humans, and he let them smuggle alcohol back into his ship, win-win situation… Even if he didn’t touch any human since you arrived, not able to forget your taste.

The intercom stopped his thoughts again: “She’ll be knocking in three… two… one…”

A knock made him smile.

You said you weren’t coming today, but he already knew that was a lie. You always said you wouldn’t come back, but you always did. You enjoyed the teasing, the degradation and humiliation. You enjoyed being played with, and he enjoyed playing with you… more than he could process.

He smiled, already knowing what that alert meant: you lied and you were coming to him… again. And that made him incredibly happy for reasons he couldn’t fully understand.

But he didn’t care, what mattered at the moment was that you were arriving, and he had a new toy he would like test on you.

He opened with a big smug smile as you squirmed at the door: “Well, well, someone dropped a human at my doorstep.”

The empress orcs

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A/N: For easier reading experience (and easier writing), @teratophile named the orcs. Enjoy!

Orc (Radan) x Orc (Tarquin) x Orc (Goroh) x chubby fem!reader || tooth rooting fluff, oral sex, anal sex, sharing is caring

Three months ago...

“Did he arrive already?” You ask your husbands, both Radan and Tarquin are sitting right by your side, big and imposing, the perfect orc specimens you wanted to marry. They are taking notes and doing whatever they do to keep the paperwork away from you, and you are forever grateful for that.

“Not yet, he’s on his way already,” Tarquin informs you, his big forest green eyes fixated on you for a second. Your breath gets caught in your lungs. He’s so stunning it surprises you sometimes.

“Should get here in a few hours,” Radan adds, making you turn to look at him. He’s as handsome as your other husband, but in a more rough way, in a way that makes your pussy tingle every time he’s close to you. But at least you know you aren’t alone on that, Tarquin gets hard when Radan looks his way for more than two seconds.

“I can’t wait to meet him finally,” you say with a pleased sigh.

They both hum in agreement as the next person kneels before you, asking you for some food or whatever the peasants are asking for now. You don’t pay too much attention, you are too keyed up to think about them. You can only think about the new addition to your poly-marriage. When you signed a treaty with the orcs with a marriage, you weren’t expecting them to mean more than one orc, but after a few years with your husbands, you were more than happy to have accepted that. And now… Expecting a new addition, you were almost vibrating with excitement.

Present day…

You are in the middle of dinner, when Tarquin asks: “So who’s spending the night with you today.” A mischievous smirk playing on his lips, his tusks framing it perfectly and giving you so many ideas of where you want to feel those tusks. You rub your tights together, and blush when you see his knowing smirk.

Your talk from before flashes in your mind when you say: “Everyone is going to share my bed tonight.”

Your statement makes all of them look at you intently. Tarquin smirks, already on the known, Radan soon follows, his cheeks turning a pretty shade as he blushes. And then there’s Goroh… Your newest husband is not yet introduced fully in what means to be yours. To be one of you. To be shared and worshiped by everyone on that table. And you aren’t sure he even wants that. He’s been closed off since he arrived and you aren’t sure if he’s even into you, but you send the message. He’s welcome if he wants to join. And you hope he does.

You walk to your room with your husbands in tow, they slip into their respective rooms and you get to yours to prepare for the night. You don’t always do it, but tonight you expect it to be phenomenal, hopefully, so you need the extra prep. You slip in the bathtub and slowly stretch yourself out. Orc dicks are a lot bigger than human ones, and your poor pussy needs a bit of help to get them to fit.

By the time Tarquin and Radan knock on the door, you are panting and you have four fingers up your pussy, trembling around them and trying not to come. That’s for them. They don’t ask for much, they only want to be the ones who bring you to ecstasy, and you are more than happy to comply.

“Starting without us?” Radan asks, his long hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and he looks ready to devour you with his big smirk and bobbing erection.

Tarquin approaches the bathtub, not saying anything as he pulls you out and starts slowly caressing and drying every inch of your body, groping every single soft spot on your body (which are a lot of). He never forgets to tell you how pretty you are, and how fucking hard your body makes him. At first you were a bit unsure about your big body around them, but they were more than happy to show you how much it turned them on.

Radan is sitting on the bed staring, already naked and jerking himself slowly. It’s all a sensual play, slow and careful at first, but when your orcs unleash their full sexual energy on you… then you have to be carried around for three days until your pussy is not sore anymore, it happened before (and it will happen again).

“Are you ready for us, your highness?” Radan asks, taking your hand and helping you lay down in bed. “You are so stunning it surprises me,” he mutters under his breath, kissing his way up your body until he’s sucking on your nipples and driving you crazy with desire.

But then something breaks the moment as the door opens. “It was time for you to join us, Goroh,” Tarquin teases, grabbing him by the collar and kissing him deeply until you and Radan are groaning, begging to join.

“I- I didn’t know if I was invited,” Goroh says, almost dizzily when they part ways. You look at him, blushing and vulnerable, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his shirt, and you curse yourself for not realizing sooner...

“You are always invited to join us, husband. We want you here,” you reassure him.

A smile so big it’s almost blinding appears on his face, and he rips his clothes off his body as fast as he can. He’s breathing hard and he’s blushing prettily. You can see his dick twitching in his pants when he registers that Radan is now kneeling besides your head, his dick resting on your lips.

As soon as he’s done, he stands at the feet of the bed, looking intently at your mouth. You smirk, licking the tip of Radan’s dick and making him groan as you suck the head in your mouth. All three of them moan in unison and you smirk, you have them right where you wanted them: needy and desperate. But they are waiting for orders, as always, such good orcs, such good husbands.

“Are you going to be a good orc and fuck Tarquin’s ass?” You ask as Goroh blushes harder, bobbing his head up and down and making his dick move in the same way. Radan giggles, but when you lick the tip again it ends up like a groan. “And you Tarquin? Are you going to fuck me like the empress I am?” He nods dutifully, his eyes blown wide as he jerks his dick and approaches you in all fours like a predator.

You shiver and squeeze Radan’s dick a bit too tightly, making him moan so loud it almost breaks you out of your focus. They are so focused on you that you felt almost overwhelmed, but in a good way, in a way that makes your heart beat a bit too fast and your body tingle with anticipation.

At the first touch of their combined hands, your body shakes like it’s been electrified. You moan and get up on your elbows to start blowing Radan like you mean it. He moans, his huge hands caressing your hair before pulling at it the way you like.

Tarquin’s not far behind, his hands parting your legs and exposing you to his hungry gaze. He mumbles something to Goroh, and before you can process what’s happening, there’s two big orcs between your legs, their tongues dancing against each other’s mouth and licking you at the same time. It’s so hot you almost choke on the dick sliding in and out of your mouth.

You are about to tell them off, to order them to start the fucking, but you are not fast enough, and when one of them pushes two fingers inside your needy channel and the other one sucks on your clit like his life depends on it… you are done. You scream at the top of your lungs and come apart messily. They look up at you from between your legs, their smirks are smug and you huff at them, that makes them laugh and you can’t stop the giggle that escapes your own throat.

But the fun is short lived when Radan takes your chin between two of his fingers and redirects your mouth to his dick, pushing forward slowly as you hum around him. You feel the tip of Tarquin’s dick against your pussy and look to the side, seeing his eyes closed and head thrown back as Goroh pushes forward. Tarquin bottoms out with the force of it, and suddenly you have two dicks inside of you and Goroh is fucking Tarquin with such strength the three of you are moving accordingly.

Each time Goroh thrusts into Tarquin, his dick rubs perfectly against your G-spot. The combination of thrusts and the way Radan is fucking your mouth is driving you insane with pleasure. You never thought you were missing anything, but having Goroh with you there is the perfect cherry to a perfect cake.

You four fuck messily, hard and fast, a symphony of slap-sounds and groans fills the room until it’s everything you can hear. The dicks inside of you twitching as they approach to an orgasm… And then there’s fireworks behind your eyelids.

The orgasm that rocks your body are like nothing you’ve experienced ever before. You always had a great sexual life, but coming apart with your three orc husbands around you, as they get to their own orgasms… Earth shattering. Your brain melts when the first shot of Radan’s come fills your mouth and Tarquin lets out a loud plea that sounds like a mix of your name and Goroh’s. You can see their contorted face as they reach their own peak and Tarquin’s seed fills you to the brim, overflowing and making a mess of your pussy.

You think that would be all, but as always, when speaking of orcs, they always have a bit more to give. They fuck you in turns, and they fuck each other, too. The rest of the night is a symphony of filth and pleasure, making a mess of the sheets, of each other’s holes… By the time you are done, they have to carry themselves and you to the big tub, slowly cleaning every inch of each other’s bodies.

Back in the bed, you four fall asleep in a pile of cuddles and green arms holding everyone together so tightly you can barely breathe, but you don’t care. It’s the best sleep you ever had.

The next morning, you get dressed in the room as the three of them look at you from the cuddle pile, their expressions soft and carefree. Radan and Tarquin are on each side of Goroh, and when he tries to move, they squeeze him harder, making him groan in protest but settling down again with a happy sigh as they give him mirror kisses on his green cheeks.

You approach the bed slowly and kiss Tarquin and Radan’s lips softly, telling them goodbye. You don’t kiss Goroh, not really sure if he is there yet, but he surprises you when he softly asks: “Can I get a goodbye kiss, too?” His voice is so soft you almost don’t hear him, if it wasn’t for your other two husband’s gasps. You smile at him, so big your cheeks hurt, and when you lean down and give him the kiss he asked for, you know everything will be okay.

They all know how much you love them. And how much they love each other.

Monster smash

A/N: Hi there! Wanted to make this very horny, but I think it was super fun idea to make it sfw, but if y’all like it I can do a part 2 with more spice! Let me know :)

Multiple monsters x fem!reader || sfw

Imagine going to a monster speed dating event without knowing what is it about. You saw a “monster smash” poster and thought it could be fun to get dressed as a monster to try to get some action…

What you weren’t expecting AT ALL is for them to be actual monsters. The kind you find in fairy tales. What the fuck? Monsters are real? Because that orc at the bar and the big minotaur walking to you is definitely looking very real.

But what surprised you even more is that you recognize some of their faces. Those are your neighbors! The big dude from 5B is an orc? The petite lady that lives across from your apartment is an actual fairy? And is that minotaur your fucking landlord? What the fuck? How can they look so human when they are out of there and so monstrous right now?

Your brain is spinning and you don’t know what to do, should you leave? Your headband with horns and your red makeup looks kind of offensive. The demon in the corner of the room must think so too because he’s staring at you like you killed someone.

You are about to turn around and leave when someone calls out your name. You look for the source of the voice and you gasp when you realize there’s a dragon. There’s a big ass dragon walking to you and they’re smiling and waving their hand as if they know you. Wait, is that the dude who lives in the attic? The one who helped you set up your WiFi? The one who showed you their weird glitter collection?

“I- You- I…” You stutter when they stand up before you, looking so fucking tall you feel like an ant.

“How nice seeing you here! And what a cute dress!” Their voice is cheerful and you can’t do anything but gasp again. Why are they so fucking normal about this? THEY’RE A DRAGON!

“You… You are… You are a dragon,” you let out, your confusion taints your voice and makes it a bit shaky.

“Yes! Didn’t you know? But I showed you my horde,” they are the one who is confused now, and you gape at them some more.

“Hey, honey! I’m so happy to see you here, did you find it all right?” Another deep voice asks behind you. You turn around to see the lady who runs the supermarket on your street… The one who told you about this “monster smash” speed dating thing. She looks normal enough, but when he smiles at you she has way too many teeth. Way, way too many…

And that’s the last thing you see before your eyes roll back into your head and you faint.

I volunteer!

Werewolves x gn!reader || free use, cum-inflation, breeding

When they asked for somebody to be the sacrifice, you volunteered.

Everyone thought it was because of the goodness of your heart, and you were congratulated and praised. Everyone thought you were the best person, giving your life away to be live with the werewolves. So selfless, so nice and good of you to volunteer, to save everyone else from that fate…

But that was very far from reality. Very far from the real reason you offered yourself.

The reality was that you craved it. You’d been dreaming of being with werewolves since you had memory. All your sexual fantasies included werewolves, being used, being fucked within an inch of your life... You wanted that as much as you needed to breathe to stay alive. And when the opportunity arose, you took it.

And you couldn’t be happier about it.

The treaty was supposed to be a way for them to continue their lineage. To have more little werewolves in the world, but in reality… They don’t care. They don’t care that you can’t give them kids, they don’t care about breeding in that way.

They only want to fuck you dumb, to have you so filled of come it becomes the only thing you can think about.

And they aren’t never far away from you, taking care of you in every way they could. And that includes fucking you senseless every time you beg a little. They love to pass you around as you groan and moan. They love to tease and edge you until you are begging to be fucked, just to chuckle at your neediness.

But all of that didn’t surprise you that much, what really surprised you is how they are as needy as you are. Always hard and ready to fuck you, always so horny they can come and come and come… The famous werewolf stamina is more than real (is even downplayed). For the first three days of your arrival, they fucked you for hours and hours, one after the other until your stomach was bloated and your hole was drenched in so much come you felt like a fountain.

But you were in heaven.

You’ve never felt so well used and sated, your whole body thrumming with exhaustion as the next round began and you panted against the floor: face down, ass up, tongue lolling out as someone finishes inside your needy hole, adding to the mess already there.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 4)

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

He’d been so busy with work he couldn’t see you again in many days, far more than he expected or wanted. Something inside of him urged him to you, urged him to get closer, to see you again. And he had to restrain himself not to look you up like a stalker so he could show up at your house and kiss you senseless until you had no idea what hit you and no doubt that he was the best mate in the world.

Not that he knew if that would be true, he didn’t even know if humans felt mate-bonds at all. They said humans didn’t, but at the end of the day, there was a ton of things magic didn’t explain and he was certain he saw some recognition in your eyes the first time you met.

But now, walking his nephew back to kindergarten, his spiraling thoughts were far from his mind. The only thought he could process what that he was seeing you again. He had to remind himself there was a baby orc in the backseat and he couldn’t speed like he wanted. He was a responsible orc after all… (even though everyone knew that was a lie).

He hauled his nephew over his shoulder like he liked, making the baby orc laugh so loudly and joyously that his heart felt a bit lighter. He wanted to run to the door, run to you… But he knew he needed to be more normal, he needed to contain his excitement so he wouldn’t scare you away.

But the moment he saw you there, looking as gorgeous as every single dream he had about you. He couldn’t stop the big smile on his lips even if he wanted to. “We meet again,” his voice dropped lower than expected, but it was worth it when he saw you shivering slightly.

You looked so tired he wanted to grab you and hold you close until you were fast asleep in his arms. He wanted to cuddle you and make sure you got all the rest you needed. You wouldn’t need to do a single thing, he would prepare food, massage your feet… Anything you wanted as long as he could be close to you.

“I- You- Hellmorning,” you let out, your cheeks turning the prettiest shade of pink and making him want to coo at you. You were so adorable he was about to burst with joy just having you in front of him. “Hello. Good morning. Yes. That’s- That’s what I wanted to say. And then I mixed them up and... I- I’m rambling. Sorry. Morning. I’ll take your nephew in,” your rambling made his chest felt tight and warm, his urge to kiss you so hard he had to press his nails against his palms until the pain calmed him enough to realize she was walking away.

Oh, hell no.

“Hey! Wait!” You turned around and his heart skipped a beat. “My name is Unax,” he finally introduced himself, extending a hand in your direction and trying to breathe through his mouth so he wouldn’t go crazy about how fucking marvelous you smelled.

But nothing could have prepared him for the moment your fingers touched his. It was earth-shattering, it was life-altering. It was everything he needed and so much more. All the stories he’d heard about mates meeting, touching for the first time… it all felt little to express how good it felt to touch his mate for the first time.

And then the baby naga appeared and took his mate away, leaving him standing there like a stupid love-struck orc. “Sorry, I have to…” You said before disappearing in the class. His smile was so big it was starting to hurt his cheeks, but he couldn’t care less.

“I’ll see you later,” he mumbled, turning around and almost running away before he did something he’d regret. Like throwing you over his shoulder and into his truck so he could spend some time together… alone.

You didn’t say your name back, but it didn’t matter, because your nephew was so in love with you, he already told him. But most important, he had the whole day free, so he could go pick his nephew at the end of the school day… he could see you again in a few hours.

He needed to prepare. He wanted to make an impression, he needed to make an impression.

So he ran to the store, thinking about what kind of things a kindergarten teacher could like, what his mate could like. Everything seemed like too much. A cake? Good, but probably weird. A bucket of flowers? Too serious. Jewelry? Every worse. He should have thought about it before going to the store...

He ended up buying a potted plant. That was good, right?

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Werewolf x curvy fem!reader || size kink, knotting, breeding, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, dirty talk

When you decided to handle your werewolf boyfriend your panties after a trip to the bathroom in the middle of the mall, you had a lot of ideas of what could happen, and well, maybe you were expecting him to do exactly as he did. You thought it would be funny. You thought it would make him a bit feral and he would take you home intermediately.

But that’s not what happened.

Not at all.

You walk past him, pushing your panties into his front pocket and smiling up at him like the little shit you are. He smiles at you, not processing what just happened, but the second he sniffs the air and pats his pocket. You can see his pupils expanding and his canines getting bigger in his mouth, his tail wagging behind him making him look equally fearsome and adorable.

“What did you just do, love?” His question sounds dangerous, his voice almost a growl that makes your whole body shiver.

“Giving you something to look forward to,” you respond, the brattiness in your tone making his eyelid twitch. You smile bigger, making him show you his fangs as you walk ahead, swinging your hips side to side more than necessary, tempting him even further.

You don’t see him coming, you don’t see his arm rounding your shoulders and pulling you along with him into one of the mall bathrooms. He closes the door behind him and you feel caged, he’s so very big in front of you, almost twice your size, and when he leans down and licks your parted lips, you let out a broken whine. He smirks and does it again, claiming your mouth in a kiss that’s more teeth than lips and has you panting desperately in seconds.

His hands are everywhere, squeezing your soft belly, cupping your boobs, groping your ass… You two are making out like you need each other like you need air. And it’s not far from the truth. But when his hands pull down the top of your dress and turn you around so your ass is to his front, you start to realize how much trouble your bratiness brought you. (And how much you are enjoying it.)

You look over your shoulder, your body trembling as he takes out his monster cock. “He- here?! We can’t.” His dick slaps against your ass where he pulled up your dress, exposing your fat ass to his hungry eyes.

“You should have thought about it before giving me your panties in the middle of the mall, love.” That’s the only thing he says before he’s rubbing his dick up and down your wet pussy, teasing you with the tip, rubbing it against your clit until your legs feel shaky and he’s smirking down at you like the hungry wolf he is.

“But… But I thought it would be funny,” you try to excuse yourself, but his free hand is groping your boob and pinching your nipple so hard you yelp, making him let out a chuckle as he does it again. Your pussy is so wet you can hear his dick rubbing up and down.

“Does this feel funny?” He asks, pressing his huge hard dick against your entrance, making you react like a Pavlov dog, your mouth already salivating and your pussy getting wetter. He sniffs the air and smirks, “that’s what I thought, always such a dirty girl.” He accompanies his words with a caress to your full ass, groping it until you are panting loudly.

“Someone… someone could hear,” you whisper-shout to him. He chuckles, finding funny that you think that when he knows damn well how horny it makes you the possibility of getting caught. But he complies to your unasked plea and covers your mouth with his big hand (it almost covers your whole face with it).

“Then they’ll know how much of a needy pussy you have,” he whispers against your ear, his huge hand traveling to your breast, covering it completely, squeezing it and rubbing your hard nipple with his thumb until you moan. “Such a needy pussy that you need to be knotted in a public bathroom,” he adds, making you blush harder, your whole body shivering as you feel your panties getting wetter. He can tell, and the wolfish smile he’s supporting only gets bigger.

“But- but…” You try to say against his hand, but you don’t get to finish that thought before he’s pushing his tip inside of you.

It’s always a struggle, he’s so big, such a monster cock that it always takes you a few tries to get the tip inside, and even then, it’s a tight fit, so tight he’s grunting at each millimeter he gets in. “Fuck, how can you be so tight after all the times I’ve fucked your raw?” He asks rhetorically. Even if you wanted to answer you could, his hand covering your mouth still. He keeps pushing, and pushing, until you can feel him at the back of your throat and your brain is short-circuiting with the stretch. “Come on, love, just a few more centimeters.” You cry out against his hand, biting down and making him growl as he keeps going.

By the time he bottoms out your eyes are teary, and he’s grunting low and hard, something similar to a wolf purr that drives your neurons into overdrive as he wriggles his hips and sends sparks of pleasure all over your body. Once your body gives in and you can feel your pussy squeezing him inside, he doesn’t hesitate, he starts fucking you like a machine as you moan with each thrust.

It doesn’t take long before you are coming messily around him, adding more wetness to the mess he’s making off you. “Are you ready to be bred, love? I can feel your cunt squeezing me, she want’s my come deep inside…” You whine. “I’m going to knot you until your legs can’t hold you up anymore and you are so full of me you have to walk out with your legs pressed together.” His words are like gasoline to a fire. “And then they’d know… Everyone will know how much of a needy girl you are, how much you enjoy werewolf come dripping down your legs you can’t even wait to get home. That you had to be fucked in a mall and you are walking home with your pussy all messy because of it… Ts, ts, ts… Such a dirty, dirty girl, I can feel your pussy squeezing me as I talk, do you like it, love? Do you like to be fucked on a mall where everyone could know what a dirty girl you are?”

You can only nod, your body sagging against his arms as he holds you up, your legs giving up under you as his dick hits the deepest parts of your pussy. It’s maddening. And you are so glad he’s so big and strong that he can hold your big body up because you have no energy as he keeps fucking you like the monster he is.

And then you feel his knot widening, you feel the expansion at the entrance of your pussy as your brain turns into mush and you scream in his hand. Your body is shaking with another orgasm as his knot presses against your G-spot and he grunts, the first shot of his come hitting you so deep and hot… You are going insane.

You are so focused on the way his come feels inside of you and how full you are that you don’t even hear the door opening and closing before someone is saying from outside the stall: “Sir, ma'am… You need to leave or I’ll have to call the cops.”

“We’ll be right out…” your boyfriend responds, amused. “In a minute,” he mumbles under his breath, chuckling at his own joke.

But you know that’s a lie, there’s no way his knot is going down anytime soon… and you aren’t sure you even care as as he rolls his hips and makes you moan again, and he laughs out loud.

By the time his knot goes down, there’s come dripping down your thighs and he’s smiling with such smugness you can only look to the floor as he guides you out of the bathroom with a hand in your lower back. You can feel more come gushing with each step, and you regret giving him your panties… Kinda.

Gym slut: back to the gym

A/N: To clarify: yes, this particular gym is filled with slutty ppl who are sexually open. Enjoy!

Orc (Inar) x fem!reader x fem!minotaur || sharing is caring, voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, humiliation, anal play, dirty talk

The question he asked felt like a lifetime ago, but in reality it had been less than two weeks since he asked you to be his girlfriend. Girlfriend. Would you like to be my girlfriend? And you still hadn’t answered.

At first you were confused, but then with him getting sick, the weird encounter with his family and urgent matters at work… You hadn’t talked to him, well, you did talk to him all the time via text, but the answer to a question like that seemed more of a face-to-face response. You were more than sure you were going to say yes, you were crazy for him and you kept thinking it would disappear, that the connection you feel for him inside your chest would dissipate and you wouldn't feel it anymore. You’d get tired…

But you didn’t.

Every second you weren’t with him you were thinking about him, and it was still scary, the idea of being with him as something serious, the idea of sharing your life with somebody… But what scared you the most is what a life without Inar would look like, the glimpse you got when you went to his house. It was too easy, too comfortable to be with him, and sometimes it scared you that it was just a dream, just an illusion and it would turn out to be all fake… He made an indent in your heart and you weren’t sure you wanted to fill it with anything else, you wanted him. Everyday, everywhere. Just him.

You walked into the gym already greedy to see him, your insides dancing as you changed as fast as possible and walked into the machine’s room. You already knew he was there, he texted you at the crack of dawn to tell you he would be there, that he was missing your face and wanted nothing more than to kiss you senseless. You didn’t swoon… Not at all. But you might or might not have kicked your feet under your sheets and proceeded to run through your morning routine so you could be at the gym in record time.

Your eyes found him instantly, his big green body lifting weights across the room. You approached slowly, he had your back to you and the slow movement of his muscles as he lifted weights was more than distracting. You didn’t even know you had something about wide backs until right then, but he looked good enough to eat. But truth be told, he always looked good enough to eat.

“Guess who?” You asked covering his eyes from behind, the tips of your thumbs rubbing against his pointy ears, making him shiver as you smiled as big as you could. You missed him so fucking much.

He was facing away from you, but you could feel his smile in the posture of his whole body. It was like having you close made something in him relax. He chuckled, not letting go of the weights, making his muscles bulge. You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to, hot damn.

“Mmmm, I don’t know, maaaaaaaybe the most beautiful little slut in the world,” he answered, making your heart skip a beat and your pussy got all tingly with the degrading name.

You couldn’t hold yourself back and leaned down to hug his neck, squeezing a bit too hard and making him let out a choked breath, releasing the weights that landed with a soft thud against the metal. You inhaled deeply against his hair, he smelled like clean sweat and something so distinctively him… It was intoxicating in the best way possible.

“I missed you,” he said, turning around on the seat and dragging you down, startling his big thighs and making you let out a yelp as his hands found your ass instantly. He ground you against his crotch, where his dick was twitching and filling up. “Did you miss me, too, little slut?” He asked against your lips, his tone soft and affectionate, a hint of vulnerability dancing around his words.

Instead of answering, you leaned down and claimed his mouth with a hard kiss that made him whimper against your lips, surprising you both. You smiled against his lips and deepened the kiss, pulling at his hair trying to get him closer, even if that was physically impossible, and he moaned again. You loved when he made sounds like that. It drove you insane, your body reacting instantly.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked when he pulled back, his big hands massaging your ass until you were groaning and hiding your face in his neck. You bite down hard and he grunted, pushing his hips up and letting you feel what having you so close was doing to him. Fuck.

You chuckled, trying to calm your erratic heart. “Well, well, some orc promised me a workout and now only wants to go fuck?” You wanted that, too, but you weren’t about to let him win.

“Oh love,” your heart skipped a beat, but he continued like he didn’t just called you love. “I can get a workout while I fuck you, win-win situation,” he joked.

But you knew you were there to exercise. As much as you’d love to fuck him right then and there, you’d been procrastinating for a while and you liked to be active. Also, it made it all better when he finally fucked you if you first played a bit, if you teased each other until you both were desperate.

He seemed to think the same. “Come on, I’ll spot you,” he conceded, patting your ass to indicate you should get up from his lap. “And then we fuck,” he whispered against your ear, making you groan as your nipples got hard in your sports bra. It was very noticeable, and he let you know by pinching them as you stepped back from his lap. “Such a slut for dirty talk…” He mumbled more to himself than to you, but it worked either way, leaving you needy and wondering why the fuck did you say anything about working out when what you wanted more was to ride his dick until he was filling you up to the brim.

Just like he did before, all those weeks ago, he took full advantage of working out with you, teasing you until your pussy was so wet you could feel it every time you moved and your panties soaked through, a damp patch appearing at your leggings.

He only chuckled every time he slapped your ass, and you whimpered, pressing his hard dick against your side every time he “helped” with the weights. But you knew better, and the glint in his eyes spoke mischief and wickedness. He knew what he was doing with all his teasing, and every time he leaned down and stole a kiss from your pouty lips, you couldn’t hold back a smile.

It was… great.

Working out with him and playing like you were two overexcited honeymooners was the last straw in you holding back whatever was blooming inside your heart. The affection developed into something more and you couldn’t avoid it anymore. You didn’t want to avoid it anymore.

So next time he leaned down to kiss you, you grabbed him by the hair with a bit more force than needed, holding him against your mouth and kissing him until you were both moaning, sweat pooling at the back of your neck as his hands grabbed your waist and pressed his big body against yours.

“I need you,” you whispered against his lips, his tusks framing your lips and caressing your skin, urging you to get out of there, to feel those same tusks against southern regions of your body. “Please, Inar, I need you so bad,” you repeated, your eyes pleading as you meet his.

He didn’t need much convincing, his grin big when he pulled back and grabbed your hand, dragging you behind him and giving you flashbacks to your first time together. This time he pushed the door of the girl’s changing room, making you gasp as he pressed your back against the lockers and started grinding his hard erection against your stomach. Fuck, you missed his dick so much.

“Get those clothes off if you don’t want them ripped,” he warned before pulling his own shirt over his head, throwing it behind him on a bench. “You looked so good, you’ve been teasing me with those tight leggings since you arrived, and I haven’t tasted you in forever. My slut, my needy pussy all wet for me, I bet you’d let me do anything I want to you right now.” The possessiveness in his tone and his words got right to you, your clit screaming for attention as you whine because he was right. He was so, so right.

It’s been a long while since you fucked. More than a week, more than two weeks, and your whole body is trembling in anticipation to get him inside of you again. “Fuck me, please,” you begged.

You know in other circumstances he would have argued, but you could almost feel the heat coming out of his pores, his skin hot against yours when he stepped into your personal bubble. “Just because you asked so nicely,” he whispered before claiming your mouth in another intense kiss, devouring you, claiming you.

He turned your body around, setting your hands against the bench in the middle of the locker, facing the door as he covered your back with his big body. Your panties were still on, and true to his word, he ripped them right off. You moaned at the sensation, the feral way in which he was moving was setting your whole body on fire. You moaned his name and he grunted, parting your ass cheeks with his hands and exposing you to his hungry eyes.

“You are so pretty, so wet for me, such a good slut all ready to be fucked,” his dirty words sent a shiver down your spine. “Do you want it, slut? Do you want my cock?” You knew he was asking for permission, he could be degrading and possessive, but he always wanted you to enjoy it as much as he did.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your vision blurry with need. You needed him like you needed your next breath, you couldn’t hold back and you wriggled your ass in his direction, earning a slap and a low growl that made your insides twist.

That was all the heads up you got before his big tip was pressing against your entrance, and he was pushing inside. He went in slow but unstopping, until he was fully settled inside and you both were panting. It had been too long since you felt him inside and it was even better than you remembered. You could feel him in the back of your throat, so deep and so big, it always surprised you how well you two fit together. It felt marvelous, magic, like your whole soul was being ripped apart and put together by his dick.

He thrust a couple times, tunneling into you and claiming you as his hands made indents on your hips, making you. And then, the real fucking began. He set a punishing pace, fucking in and out of you and covering your mouth with his hand to muffle most of your noises. He chuckled every once in a while when you screamed so loudly it was heard even with your mouth covered. But he kept fucking you, tilting your hips up so he was rutting against your G-spot in a way that made your toes curl and your brain melt.

You were almost there, you could feel the orgasm at the edge of your vision…

And then the door opened.

She caught you just like that, bent over and getting fucked by your huge orc… (friend? Friend with benefits? Boyfriend? Maybe boyfriend.) But when Inar fucked you in a new angle, you stopped thinking about tags and focused on the gorgeous minotaur in front of you. She was tall, as tall as Inar, and her horns almost touched the ceiling. She was stunning and imposing, all strong muscles and chiseled abs. You were a bit distracted from the dick pounding into your pussy, and Inar slapped your ass to get you back into it. But he didn’t stop.

You recognized the exact moment she saw what was in front of her, when she saw you. Her mouth was hanging open as she stared at your contorted pleasured face.

“Do you like her, slut? Do you want her to join?” Inar asked behind you, his pace not flattering as he kept pounding into your welcoming heat and driving you insane with desire.

You couldn’t answer, your body was jelly and you couldn’t verbalize the giant yes flashing in your brain. You nodded fervently your head bobbing as fast as he thrust inside of you. The newcomer approached you two slowly, asking something to Inar that you couldn’t process. You heard him agreeing, saying something about not touching him or kissing you, and you almost smiled, before he thrust hard against your G-spot, sending your brain into short-circuit again.

Not two seconds later, the minotaur was pulling off her clothes and kneeling before you, her hands on your boobs, pinching your erect nipples, and licking your neck until you were squirming, not knowing if you wanted more or less of what they were giving you.

“Such a good girl for your partner. Are you going to be a good girl for me, too?” You moaned at her words, the slapping sound of your bodies echoing in the locker.

She leaned down and kissed your cheek, cupping your boobs with more intent and driving you almost to the edge. She teased your nipples until they felt raw and abused and your pussy was gushing around Inar’s cock. She stopped her torture and walked around you, standing besides your orc. You turned your head, trying to catch a glimpse of her, but Inar held you still, fucking you harder than before as punishment.

“Does he feel good? His dick looks huge, I bet he’s stretching you so well…” The minotaur teased, her hands cupping your ass and probing your entrance with her thumb. Inar groaned, his hands parting your cheeks to giver her better access.

Inar slapped your ass. “Answer her, slut. Tell her how big I feel inside of you, how well you take my cock,” the roughness of his treatment added to his words made your eyes roll back into your head. Your body went lax as you almost orgasmed, but he pinched your nipple hard enough to stop it, making you whine.

“Ye- yes,” you stuttered. “You feel huge. So thick, so deep,” you were saying non-sense but you couldn’t care less. They were driving you insane.

She pushed against your asshole, her free hand rounding your body and rubbing your clit until you were screaming at the top of your lungs for them to let you come. They laughed in unison, watching you squirm as they played with your holes.

“Look at her, she’s so wet, so needy… Isn’t my slut beautiful?” Inar asked, you moaned again, and the minotaur hummed in agreement, slipping the tip of his finger inside of your asshole. You groaned at the invasion. It felt so good.

She grabbed some of your wetness and added it to your back door, pushing his thumb inside and pressing down against the thin wall between your ass and Inar’s dick. The sensation was exhilarating, your eyes rolling back into your head as you came messily around Inar’s cock, moaning so loudly you feared somebody else would arrive.

But nobody did.

And they kept playing with your holes and clit, the combination of hands and touches sending you over a roller-coaster of sensations, propelling you to new heights, and before you realized you were on the edge again.

Inar’s pace fluttered, his rhythm becoming erratic as the minotaur let out encouraging words, her hand disappearing from your clit, and when you looked over your shoulder. She was rubbing her own pussy, flicking her clit and making you go cross eyed as the second orgasm washed over you.

Inar wasn’t far behind, grabbing your hips with so much force you knew there would be bruises there later. You didn’t care, you couldn’t care. He was filling you with so much come you could feel it spilling around the base of his dick, you could almost feel his knot forming, but you knew he wouldn’t. Both of you had work today, and you couldn’t stay stuck on his dick. Even if you wanted to.

When you came down from your orgasm and you had so much orc’s come dripping down your thighs, it felt like you peed yourself, the minotaur lady leaned down, patting your head and kissing your forehead as she told you how pretty you were and how she hoped to find you two at the gym at some other point. You blushed, and she laughed when she disappeared into a shower stall. Just like that.

The first time you shared on the gym, Inar disappeared with deliciously humiliating words, but this time around, he didn’t leave you there. He helped you to your feet and carried you to one of the shower stalls, closing the door behind him and caressing your body as he cleaned you up. You were lax against his arms, seated and relaxed after those incredible orgasms.

He did a fast job cleaning himself, kissing you senseless until your pussy was tingly once again and you could feel his dick filling up. “We have work,” he said out loud, reminding himself more than you.

You grinned as you stepped outside. He used his shirt to cover his dick as he tiptoed out of the woman’s locker-room, his ass jiggling and making you laugh as he asked you to meet him outside.

But when you went outside to wait for him to change, your brain was wired up again. Is this good? Are we good having sex with other people? Is that normal? There was a list of weird questions you had no answer to. You didn’t know if it was normal, you didn’t talk about it before and you were extra confused. You didn’t want to stop, you had fun with it, but also if you said yes to being his girlfriend… did that mean you wouldn’t have random sex at the gym anymore? You didn’t know if you wanted to give that up.

Inar kissing your neck as he hugged you from behind broke you out of your spiral of thoughts. He was smiling down at you, but there was something more in his eyes you couldn’t fully process. You wanted to ask, you wanted to tell him you wanted to be his girlfriend, you wanted to say so many things, but when you opened your mouth nothing like that came out.

“That was so hot,” you said instead, cursing yourself silently for being so awkward.

Inar smiled, but it was forced, like if something was paining him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he stopped, closing it back up and kissing you softly before turning around and walking to his car.

That couldn’t be it. It wouldn’t. You wanted him, you craved him, and the second he turned his back on you, you were more sure than ever what you wanted.

“Inar!” You called out after him. He stopped on his tracks and turned to look at him, a few meters away. He said nothing, expecting you to say whatever you wanted. You had a total of one second of hesitation before you almost screamed: “Yes.” He arched a brow, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips, his tusks gleaming in the early light as you blushed. “I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you clarified.

It took him less than two seconds to sweep you off your feet, hugging you tightly as he claimed your mouth in a maddening kiss that left your heart beating erratically and your pussy tingly again. With that kiss all your wonders and questions were forgotten. You’d figure it out. You would… together.

When you parted, he kissed your lips one more time, as if he didn’t want to let you go just yet. It warmed your heart in the best way possible, and you parted ways with a smile on your mouth.

What you didn’t see was Inar’s worried face, the opportunity to tell you what he’d been hiding passed and now he didn’t know what to do when happiness was so close he could almost touch it… but he had to tell you soon.

Exclusive story (week 13th-20th)

Shape-shifter

Shape-shifer x fem!reader || multiple dicks, edging

When you started dating your shape-shifter boyfriend. you thought it would be fun, but nothing prepared you for the reality of how fun it could be. He loved to chase you around in his wolf form, he loved it even more when he was in his tiger form and could outrun you, chasing you around like an overgrown kitten wanting to play.

But it didn’t end there, not at all. He changed into many other monsters, animals and pretty much anything he set his mind to it, which always was a bit of a shook when he took a new form. Like when he transformed into a fly on the wall and transformed back into humanoid form when you passed by, scaring the shit out of you and laughing until his eyes were shiny with tears and you were cursing at him. He was funny like that.

And you enjoyed it greatly. Especially when sexy times arrived. That was what you enjoyed the most about having a shape-shifter boyfriend.

He liked to play the “guess and get fucked” game. He would blindfold you and tease you until you were shivering, and only when you are desperate and begging he would fuck you in the form he preferred. Sometimes he chose minotaur, sometimes it was orc, sometimes it was a centaur… All different shapes and girths, ridges and especial appendages… All of them enjoyable in some way or another. Very, very enjoyable.

But the game you loved the most when he changed forms during fucking and you couldn’t come until you guessed correctly. It seemed easy at first, but after hours of teasing and edging… you didn’t even know your own name, even less you knew which kind of dick he was using to fuck you. But every time you guessed wrong, it added to your “punishment”, adding more and more time to your edging until you were crying and he was chuckling at how pathetic you were.

But when he finally let you come? When you finally got it right?

The best sensation of the world, the best orgasm of your life. So good you cried, so good you laughed, so good you screamed until your throat was hoarse and your eyes fell shut. You reached heaven.

And then he started all over again.

Author name

Hi there my lovelies, this question is out of the blue and not exactly content related, but I'm planning on releasing my stories in book format and I'm choosing an author name.

I'm aiming to publish orc slut, helping neighbors and set up by baby-orc this year (but maybe more), and obviously, as patreons you'd get the books as a reward for being here supporting me,I will figure it out how to do so. But first, I need a new name.

So, what do you think of Delilah Sparks? Does it sound like a good name? Does it sound like someone who would post monster smut? Would you buy books from a lady called that?

Not a raccoon

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Vampire x fem!reader || (kinda) predator/prey, groping, feral sex (?) || tw: blood

When your boyfriend is hungry, you can’t exactly take him out for dinner, but you can offer yourself like a delicacy. But the first time it happened, both of you were caught off guard.

You were laying around comfortably in your house when you heard weird noises outside. It sounded like another raccoon had gotten into your trash can. You were already reaching for your broom to scare them away, a frown settled in your face as you walked outside. You thought they were really cute, but you weren’t exactly happy to have a big ball of fluff try bite you when you threw your trash in the morning.

But when you went outside, what you found wasn’t some cute (but dangerous) raccoons, but a man dressed all in black with his back to you, staring into your window. The smart move should have been to call the police, but you were an angry woman at that moment, and what you wanted was to teach him a lesson.

So you hit him with the broom.

Repeatedly.

While you cursed at him and told him all the ugly names you could think of. Anger fueled you to the point of not realizing who he was.

“Ouch!” The black figure screamed, flapping his arms over his head trying to avoid the next hit of the broom. “It’s me! It’s me! Stop!” And then the realization hit you. Your boyfriend. Your stupid vampire boyfriend.

“Were you trying to scare me to death? Why the fuck were you lurking in my backyard?!” You asked, angrily, putting down the broom as you looked at him like he was insane. Maybe he was. Because it made no sense that he was stalking you through your window on a normal fucking day when he could just knock and get in.

You were panting a little, your heartbeat going crazy in your chest as his eyes unfocused, his nostrils flaring. He looked paler than normal, his skin a big sweaty as he bit his lower lip with his fangs, the broom and your annoyance completely forgotten as his eyes zeroed on the pulse point in your neck.

“Why didn’t you just go inside?” You asked, anger giving up and confusion taking its place. He didn’t answer, his eyes still fixated on your neck. “Hey! Are you okay?” You reached for him and touched his arm.

The movement was so fast you barely saw him moving before he had your back pressed against the house and his nose was sniffing up and down your neck, his tongue following the path and making your knees go weak. Fuck.

“What are you… Ngh.” Your words died when his fangs touched your jugular, making you let out a broken moan. “We are in the open, we can’t… Ugh stop, I can’t think with your fangs in my neck,” you told him, pushing his forehead back with a soft thud. He let you move him, always polite, but his eyes were red, his pupils completely blown in his monster color. “What’s the matter with you, dude? I’ve never seen you like this.” He whined.

“You- I-” It was hard for him to talk when his fangs were fully out, shining in the dim moonlight as you stared at him. “Blood. Thirsty,” was the only thing he could let out before a soft cry left his mouth, bending down in pain.

And then you realized his hands were bloody, and he was holding his side with one hand. Your eyes weren’t as adapted to darkness as his, but you could see the wound clearly, and it didn’t look pretty. “What happened? Fuck!” You cursed out loud. He was losing blood. He was hurt. Badly. “Shit. Shit. Come inside. You… You need blood. Fuck. Come on, come on,” you grabbed his free hand and dragged him inside.

Under the lights of your house, it looked a lot worse, a gaping wound on his side and blood trickling down his clothes. Fuck, that looked bad, and you had so many questions. But he was gaping at you, his eyes never leaving your pulse point, and you knew questions could wait.

“Come on, come on, feed so you don’t bleed out on my doorstep,” you urged.

You grabbed him by his long hair, pulling him against your neck and letting out a long moan when his fangs instantly sank into your artery. You could smell the blood in his hands, and weirdly enough it wasn’t turning you down, it was lowkey… hot. He feed greedily, moaning and grabbing at your hips, pulling you to him and groaning as he desperately drank from you.

As he drank long pulls from you, you could feel every inch of your skin touching his, his hands traveling down your body, groping and squeezing your soft body as he ground his hips against yours. He was hard. As hard as a rock, and your pussy was responding to him being so close and personal with you.

The aphrodisiac in his fangs was driving you crazy, if normally it made you light-headed, when he was this hungry it was a thousand times better. It was liquid fire in your veins as your pussy tingled and clenched over nothing, making you desperate and needy. You lifted a leg and wrapped it around his hip, trying to get his dick as close as possible.

“I need- I need you,” you grunted, rolling your hips against his hard on. He grunted, not leaving your neck but slowing his sucking.

It only made it more intense, each pull of his fangs making you groan brokenly. You felt the tear on your clothes and the warm breeze hitting your dripping center at the same moment you felt his fingers tease your entrance. Always so careful, always so attentive, probing your opening with two fingers, pushing them in and out of you until you were panting once again, your heartbeat providing more blood to his greedy mouth.

“You taste so sweet when you are this wet,” he mumbled against your skin, a trail of blood running down your neck, rapidly cleaned by his hot tongue as he sucked on the punctures once again.

His fangs went in at the same time as he added another finger, his thumb rubbing over your clit until your brain was short-circuiting and your body was trembling with an orgasm. You screamed his name, your hands frantically pulling at his hair as you rode his fingers with the same desperation he had for your blood.

He didn’t stop, sucking more intensely and taking out his cock with his free hand, the one that wasn’t supporting your weight. His dick hit your mound, leaving a big wet droplet of precum as he grabbed your ass forcefully, urging you up until your legs were around his middle and your back was hitting the wall. You heard something fall, probably the pretty painting he gifted you and helped you hang on the wall, but you didn’t care. His dick was entering you, and you were reaching fucking heaven.

There was no finesse, there was no carefulness in his pace. He went for the win and started fucking you like a madman, his bites getting hungrier, his sucking getting desperate. It was feral in the best way possible and you were reaching another orgasm before you could scream his name.

But he continued, he kept fucking and drinking from you, his thrusting sending your back against the wall over and over, you were sure there would be an indent with your shape by the time you two were doing and you had no energy to care. You could only chant his name and encouragements as he bent your neck further to the side, biting again, probably creating the biggest hickey known to humankind.

You were being devoured and pounded like his life depended on it, and it lowkey did. And you craved it, you craved being his substance, you craved having him so desperate he kept fucking you like a madman, feral and intense as he hit every nerve ending in your body until you were putty in his hands and he was sending you over the edge once again.

You screamed, your voice hoarse as he growled licking the punctures on your neck and pulling away to scream your name as a plea, his dick twitching inside of you as he went over the edge, too. His body lost all strength when you felt the first shot of his come inside of you, his knees giving out and dragging you down with him. You were still trembling with aftershocks as he hit the ground, you on top of him.

You burst out giggling as he smiled down at you, his pupils blown wide with arousal and his fangs glistening under the fluorescent lights. He looked wild, feral… And you dug it.

“Fuck, that was…” He sighed happily, his mouth stained with your blood when he leaned down to peck at your lips. “Wow,” he finished, his eyes glassy with pleasure still.

“Wow,” you repeated, not coherent enough to process any other words. You pushed up, examining his side. “Is your wound okay?” He nodded, his smile softer this time. “Good,” you said as you grabbed his half erect dick and sat on it. “Now I fuck you ferally,” you warned before you started bouncing as he screamed your name, head thrown back and looking completely destroyed, just as you liked him.

Weekly planner (6th to 12th)

Meal prep

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Request: I was thinking maybe a minatour boyfriend who makes the readers favorite dinner for them after a stressful day at work, but they get side tracked and the boyfriend goes down on female reader. Something very fluffy, and some praise. Essentially just monster boyfriend taking care of reader and helping her relax.

Minotaur x fem!reader || oral sex, squirting, overstimulation

After the worst day at work, you walked home feeling like the weight of the whole world was on top of your shoulders. The only thing brighter in your day was the little note your minotaur boyfriend left in the lunch he packed, telling you how pretty you looked when he was deep inside of you and you were screaming his name. You blushed when you opened it, and saved it with the other notes you were almost collecting.

You loved that he enjoyed cooking, especially when you could eat a nice meal everyday without having to think about it. And walking to your shared apartment, you could only think what he would be making, already excited to see his sweet face and high horns.

The house smells amazing when you open the door, like spices and your favorite meal. You announce your arrival with an amused “Honey, I’m home!” because it always makes him smile, and there’s nothing you like more than to make him smile. You hear his hoofs walking to the entrance and when you see him with his cute apron you almost cry, your breath getting a bit choked when you try to say “Hi.”

“What happened?” He asked as soon as he looks at you, his smile falling instantly when he saw you walking to him, dragging your feet until you could wrap your arms around his middle and bury your face in his pecs.

“It was a long day,” you mumbled against his chest. He smelt delicious, like your favorite meal but also like the best smell of the world: him.

He hugged you tightly, until you were almost breathless and the tension was leaving your body. He rested his big head over yours, his horns making funny shadows on the wall as you showered in his warmth, trying to let go off all the worry and annoyance of the day. It was hard to do, but when he leaned down and kissed your forehead, you sighed, contentment filling your body slowly.

“Let me make it better,” he said before he picked you up and throws you over his shoulder. You thought he was taking you to the bedroom, but he walked right into the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” You screeched with a laugh, your body bouncing over his shoulder as you patted his round ass, pinching it and earning yourself a soft slap on the back of your thigh. You gasped, arousal pooling on your lower abdomen at the contact.

“I’m going to prepare my meal,” he said as he carefully laid you over the island.

You got up on your elbows and stared at him at your feet, kneeling down in front of you and dragging your legs to him until they were over his shoulders, and your ass was half hanging from the island. “What are you doing?” You asked again, your blood boiling as he smirked up at you.

He said nothing, pulling your pants off. You thought he would pull your panties next, but he didn’t, he leaned down and licked you through the cotton. You let out a happy sigh, his wet heat against your hot center driving you insane. The friction between the fabric, his tongue and your dripping cunt was exhilarating and arousing, making your back arch as he pulled you further out, your legs wrapped around his big head and your hands finding his horns.

He lapped at you through the fabric for a few moments, just enjoying playing with your pussy like it was his personal chew toy, and you were just laying lazily, using his horns to guide him where you wanted him more. He complied, sucking on your clit through the fabric, but it soon wasn’t enough.

He ripped out the fabric with his teeth, spitting the remains to the floor before you felt the drag of his giant tongue travel from your asshole to your clit, sucking lightly and sending you into oblivion with a scream. He ate you out like a starving minotaur, messily and almost forcefully, his tongue and his fingers hitting every sensitive part of you until you were peaking a second time and your brain was melting into a puddle, the worries of the day completely forgotten as the second orgasm washed over you.

His fingers were there instantly, pushing inside and dragging the orgasm further, higher… You were screaming his name, grabbing onto his horns and rolling your hips to drag it as much as possible. He grunted and sucked, as if he was enjoying himself as much as you were. And he probably was, he liked going down on you more like he liked any other thing in the world, and you… enjoyed it greatly.

But that thought was lost as soon as you felt him twisting his fingers, rubbing against your G-spot as he sucked harder on your clit. It was almost too much, so sensitive and intense… But so, so good.

“I- I can’t-” You tried to say, but he was having none of it, thrusting faster, sucking harder… “Oh, oh, oh fuck!”

Your scream died as soon as you felt something inside of you give out. It was like a dam broke and your whole body reacted. Your legs shock hard and fast, almost kneeling him in the face and scratching yourself with his horn, but he held you still as wave after wave of inexplicable pleasure threw you over.

There was so much coming out, drenching him as he lapped at you greedily, your squirt getting all over his shirt and face, all over his fur and some of it landing on the floor. You couldn’t care, because you’d never felt anything so good and so intense before. It was maddening, and you didn’t know if your body would even be the same after it.

When you calmed down a bit, your body still shaking with aftershocks, he licked your pussy one last time, sucking on your clit and making you whimper. He pulled back with a chuckle, his whole face drenched in your juices as he stared at you dumbfounded, gaping like a fish and licking his lips repeatedly, seeking your taste in the squirt still dripping from his fur.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” he mumbled with the biggest smile ever, looking so smug and proud of himself you couldn’t even tell him off. That and because you were panting too hard to even form words. “Now I feed you so I can explore more of this,” he said as he licked his still wet lips, “later.” It sounded like a promise, and your pussy was already tingling in greediness.

You could only nod as he took some warm towel to clean you up and prepared the meal. He sat you on his lap and proceeded to hand feed you, your heart warm and content. He mumbled stuff about his day while he did so, not caring that you weren’t talking at all. He kept offering you food and giving you tiny kisses everywhere he could reach, telling you how much he loved you every time he pulled away.

Bad day wasn’t so bad anymore.

Set up by a baby-orc (part 3)

A/N: What do you think about making this series a Patreon weekly serial? It would be shorter chapters/parts, but I could post one every Sunday for however long it takes to make this a whole story that I can maybe turn into a book. Does that sound like something you’d be interested in? Let me know in the comments, can’t read minds (yet!).

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

You’d been living on a cloud since the day you saw that big orc for the first time. Unluckily for you, he hadn’t appeared again, and you were almost vibrating with the urge to see him again. You didn’t know what it was, or why you were feeling like that, but the intensity inside of you was so big you didn’t know what to do with it.

So you threw yourself into your work, as you always did. You prepared extra activities for the kids, extra crafts, made some new decoration for the class, researched new toys they could like depending of the type of monster they were… Was that a coping mechanism? Yes. Did it make you better in your work? Also yes. But who cared if you had slept less than five hours in a row since you saw him last? You were being productive (and maybe losing your mind over some orc you didn’t even knew the name of).

And every day, you’d been expecting him to appear to pick up the baby orc in your class, but he hadn’t returned. You knew orc families were big, but you were extra surprised to know how big they actually were. Every day without a miss, some other family member had been to pick him up, all of them sending you a wink before taking the kid away and leaving you confused.

You were tired, you were looking almost like a zombie, the bags under your eyes were heavier than your soul and your hair was so messy you had to tie it up in the worst ponytail ever constructed. But the kids didn’t care, and you didn’t either, until...

“We meet again,” a deep voice said as you waited for the kids outside in the early morning.

You looked up so fast you felt pain in your neck. He was there, right in front of you, staring at you looking all handsome and freshly showered and so fucking good you wanted to eat him. And then you remembered you were supposed to be a normal human, an adult that had to take care of babies and look responsible and serious.

But that wasn’t what happened.

“I- You- Hellmorning,” you let out, embarrassment coloring your cheeks. “Hello. Good morning. Yes. That’s- That’s what I wanted to say. And then I mixed them up and... I- I’m rambling. Sorry. Morning. I’ll take your nephew in,” you finally said, your face feeling so hot you almost thought you are about to burst out in flames.

You took the hand of a very confused baby orc and walk inside the building, nodding along as he told you about the movie he watched yesterday and how the orcs in that movie had swords and his uncle (you didn’t know which one) promised him to build him one for his birthday. He was so cute you almost forgot about your awfully embarrassing moment with the only uncle you cared about.

“Hey! Wait!” You turn around and look up, and up, and up… Until you are staring into his beautiful eyes. Fuck, you can’t think when you look up at him like that, he’s so tall and so handsome and your brain is practically turning into jelly inside your head. “My name is Unax,” he said almost shyly.

“Nice to meet you,” you said equally shy. His hand was stretched in your direction and you took it without thinking.

The moment your fingers touched it was like the world exploded in fireworks, the noise disappeared and only you two existed. You never believed in that moment of movies where the slow camera rounded about them as they touched for the first time like it was life changing… But, right there, right at that exact moment, you believed in everything the romantic movies told you about.

“Teacher, Uzorg is stuck,” a baby naga screamed behind you, breaking the moment and sending you into a little panic. Uzorg, a baby minotaur, was obsessed with putting stuff on his horns, and he got stuck most times than not. Shit.

“Sorry, I have to…” You pointed back to the class where there were kids staring at the minotaur, who was about to burst out crying by the looks of it.

“I’ll see you later,” your orc (yours?! Where did that come from?) said with a smile as he turned around and left.

It only occurred to you later, so much later, that you never told him your name back.

Fuck.

Presents with the in-laws

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A/N: So, to understand this you have to know that minotaurs are extremely sex positive.

Minotaur (Ambrose) x fem!reader || sfw, tooth-rooting fluff

After the morning activities, your body was tired in the best way possible, but you were still wired. You were wearing the cute red mini-dress you bought a couple weeks ago, and you felt as beautiful as a butterfly in it, and Ambrose complimenting you every time you turned around was doing marvels to your self-confidence. (And maybe was making your pussy feel all tingly.)

But that still didn’t help with your nervousness.

There was still an underlying pressure inside your brain as Ambrose drove to your in-laws. Minotaur families were big, and Ambrose’s wasn’t different. They weren’t only a big family, but a tight one on top of it, so you felt a bit out of place every time you meet with them. It was fine, you knew it was fine, but for some reason, every time you were to spend time with them, you still ached with nerves.

But today was especially nerve-wracking because it was Christmas. Christmas morning with the in-laws, with the minotaur in-laws, people who loved Christmas so much their house looked like an amusement park from the outside, all bright and fun. You weren’t used to that, and it was driving you a bit crazy.

You bought a present for each one of them, and you put so much thought behind them that you were dying to know what they thought of them. But also, you were dreading it. What if they didn’t like them? What if they started hating you because they were awful gifts? Oh goddess, what if they forbid you from seeing Ambrose again because your presents were that bad?

Your inner turmoil was cut short when Ambrose asked: “What’s the matter, sunshine? Your smell and heartbeat are all over the place.” There was worry written all over his face.

“I- It’s nothing,” you mumbled, too embarrassed to confess your concerns.

He frowned, his profile looking mean for a total of two seconds before he talked again. “Don’t go there. You know we are in this together. We don’t hide stuff from each other, do we?”

He stared at you, his horns gracing the top of the car as he frowned in your direction. It lasted less than a second before he was looking at the road again, but only made you feel worse. You didn’t want to worry him, it had nothing to do with the him, it was just your brain being mean. He didn’t need to worry about it, you could deal with it on your own… Right?

“Answer me, do we hide stuff from each other?” His tone had an edge of pain that hurt you deeply, making you squirm in your seat as you felt your heart breaking a tiny bit.

“N-no,” you stuttered.

He was right, you didn’t do that to each other anymore, hiding what you felt caused too much pining in the past, and you agreed not to do it again. But it was hard sometimes, to tell him everything that worried you. You were a worrier, you had always something to worry about, damn it. If you had to tell him every single thing you would never be apart. But thinking about it… that didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

“So what’s on your mind, sunshine?” His voice was soft once again, a tiny smile playing on the corner of his lips. You wanted to kiss it, but you knew that would be dangerous, he was driving.

“I- I’m just nervous. What if they don’t like the presents I’ve got them? What if they think I’m invading their space in their special day?” You finally let out, a choked gasp escaping your mouth. You know most of it is self-doubt, but at the same time… what if?

“Oh, sunshine…” He whispered, his voice so soft and caring you felt like you were about to cry for real.

But then he stopped the car, parking on a random street and unbuckling you. He pulled you against his body, your legs at either side of the seat and making you have all kinds of dirty thoughts.

But he broke your horniness instantly: “They love you. I love you. They are going to love everything you got them and they are going to love to have you there.” He punctuated each word with a kiss to your temple, making you feel special.

You pulled back, staring into his eyes intently. “How can you know that?” You tried not to pout, but you ended up doing it either way. He chuckled lightly, kissing it away.

“Because I know them. And I know you. There’s no way my family is not in love with you,” you sniffle, hiding your face in his neck, emotions overtaking you. “In a slightly different way that I am,” he added to make you laugh. You let out a wet chuckle. “I tell you what, if they don’t like your presents I’ll let you do whatever you want with me later,” the innuendo in his tone clear.

“How is that a consolation prize?” You asked with a giggle, your eyes blurry with unshod tears.

“You have fun, I have fun, I’d say it’s a good prize for both of us,” he teased, his hands slipping under the hem of your dress and touching your matching red panties. You whined softly, and he grunted. “Stop, we can’t get caught fucking on the side of the road.”

“We can’t?” You answered as you dismounted his lap, rubbing against his hard on to make him as horny as you felt. He groaned, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“We can’t. We have gifts to deliver,” he said all serious, as if it was his duty to do so and throwing you in a fit of giggles as he started the car again, your nerves a bit calmed.

Everyone was cheerful when you walked in, Ambrose gathered the kids in his arms and spun them around as they screamed in glee, making you smile as you carried the presents. The kids were first opening everything, getting super excited over the art supplies you got them, and instantly asking to go play with them, which worked wonders because that meant the adults could exchange presents without tiny ears and eyes looking.

They all insisted on starting with you, shoving presents your way until you were giggling. You opened the first present and had to cover your mouth to stop the gasp from escaping. In your hands was a very explicit, very hot lingerie set in the prettiest shade of red ever.

You looked around until your eyes landed on your sister in law, covering her mouth to stop from bursting out laughing as she stared at you with a glint of mischief in her eyes. You looked around, trying to know if someone else knew, your mother in law was equally amused, and your stupid boyfriend was smirking so big his face was going to split in two.

You never got used to how sex-positive the minotaurs were. It was refreshing, but also made you a bit shy.

You opened a few more gifts, some cute socks for your cold feet, some pretty sun-covers for you to wear outside, a pretty red lipstick that would “look great on you” (as per Ambrose’s sister’s opinion) and some art supplies you wanted for a long time. Ambrose gave you a huge plushie, and whispered against your ear that the real present was inside his pants, making you choke out a laugh so loud everyone stared at you.

And then it was Ambrose’s turn. He picked out the present with the cute cow-print paper, the one you got for him as a joke. You held out your breath when he was opening it, knowing full well what was inside. He opened it with careful fingers, and when he saw what the text on the shirt, big bold letters writing “milk machine”, he burst out laughing so hard you saw tears in his eyes. He turned it around for his family to see, making all of them burst of laughing as your face flushed bright red.

“You like it?” You asked when his laugh died down a bit.

“I fucking love it. I love you.” He leaned across the sofa to kiss your forehead, making your heart go crazy. “Thank you so much, I will wear this to work tomorrow,” he assured you, making you smile.

After that, all felt like a dream. They made you feel like one more, they made you feel like you belong with them and your heart felt so full it was about to explode.

Your nerves calmed down while you ate lunch, but when you were leaving, it returned with a vengeance when you remembered that you had a “special surprise” reserved for Ambrose at home. One that, hopefully, would make both of you extremely happy…

Swimsuit party gone wrong

Merman x chubby fem!reader || oral sex, heat, double peens, double penetration || tw: fatphobia

You were crying on a rock.

You were sure it was a bad idea to come to a party where the dress-code said “swimsuits”. Your body didn’t look normative, and everyone made sure to let you know that’s how they felt. The backhanded compliments like “you are so pretty… but you’d be prettier if you lost some weight”. You were so, so tired of those comments, of the looks, of the giggles when you passed. Your friends assured you it wouldn’t happen in this party, but it did. It always did.

So you were crying on a rock when he appeared.

At first you thought it was a mess of algae floating in the water, but when shiny blue eyes rose from under them, you understood it wasn’t algae, it was his hair. A merman’s hair.

You’d never seen one before, and the first look at his green hair and weird fish-like aspect made your body tingle. You craved him, you didn’t know what it was about him, but your body was burning and you felt like you could groan if you opened your mouth. Which you did, trying to say hi, but as expected, only a needy groan escaped. He smiled at you, his too pointy teeth making you shiver. He was so creepy, but so very beautiful. You were mesmerized.

“Why are you crying?” His voice reverberated in your brain, he didn’t talk out loud, and that made you jump from your position, startled.

And just like always happened to you, as soon as he asked, you started crying again. He approached, slowly and tentatively, but by the time his hand touched your thigh, your body sagged. It was like all you needed was his touch, and in that fraction of a contact everything poured down.

You told him about your insecurities, about how you didn’t feel attractive in your fat body, and with each word his frown deepened and his eyes got more and more dangerous. When you finished, you weren’t crying anymore, but he was very much angry.

“You should pay no mind to those stupid humans, you are mine,” he growled out loud, ringing dangerous and making your whole body burn. You let out a groan, and his eyes darkened. “Now, now… Someone is entering their human heat, isn’t she?” He asked rhetorically, his smirk growing bigger. You didn’t know what a human heat was, you only knew you needed him more than you needed air. “I knew you’d be the one as soon as I saw you on the beach. My dicks sensed you, they pointed me to you. And now I’m going to claim what’s mine. Are you ready to be my treat?” You nodded, unable to form words. Your brain was melting with need for him.

He parted your legs, moving between them as he pushed your back against the warm rock, the sun warming your skin as he lowered his head, pushing your panties to the side and ate you out without preamble. You screamed with abandon, grabbing at his hair as he devoured you. He was a professional eating pussy, his ridged tongue teasing and rubbing, sending you over the edge faster than any human ever could. And while he did so, his hands never stopped groping and caressing every fat part of your body. It was exhilarating.

He pulled back, his face wet with your desire and his eyes blown wide. He was moving his hand and when you looked down… “You… that… It’s too big,” you let out, concerned when his dick appeared in front of you.

“Don’t worry, my treat, I’m made for you the same you are made for me,” he said as if that was an explanation on how he was supposed to fit inside of you with...

“You have… You have two,” you finished, your mouth gaping as you stared at his crotch.

“And they are both going to find their home inside your warm heat,” he replied, pinching your nipples as he found your puckered hole with his finger. “My seed will help, it will stretch you out,” he added, making you more confused but as soon as his finger graced your clit you didn’t care anymore.

He pushed inside, using some of his magic precum to stretch your virgin hole. It felt weird, but weird in a way that made your body tingle and your mouth let out a surprised moan. In an instant, you were rocking against his hand, another one of his fingers fitting inside of you, scissoring until you were stretched and needy. He never stopped touching your body with his free hand, telling you all the ways you were beautiful and hot, telling you how he would do anything for you. And you craved it, you craved him.

“Now, now, now… I’m ready, please,” you pleaded as he chuckled.

He positioned himself, both hands occupied with his dicks as you held your legs back, exposing everything to him. He grunted, as if it was painful to see you like that. It made you feel hot, it made you feel desired, and when the tip of his cocks were against your stretched needy holes, you cried out. He pushed inside and you saw the whole galaxy behind your closed eyes. He didn’t hesitate, he fucked you like a machine, like a monster.

Your holes felt so full, your whole body reacting to it, shaking under him as his tail trashed under him, sending waves of salty water over the rock, making everything wet and warm and inviting as he fucks you dumb. You’d never felt so good before, your whole body clenching on him as he grunts and groans, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his teeth found your boobs, biting and marking you.

Your next orgasm caught you off guard, your brain melting as your throat pushed out the loudest cry you ever let out, probably alerting everyone close what you were doing there. But you didn’t care. You wanted everyone to know that this hot merman was fucking you stupid, that he liked your body just like it was because it was beautiful even if it wasn’t thin. And good goddess if that didn’t send you higher in your peak.

He fucked you through it, until your legs were trembling around his middle and his cocks were twitching inside your used holes. And he kept going. And going. And going for another two orgasms, milking every bit of pleasure out of your pliant body before thrusting erratically and going over the edge himself. His cum was warm and tingly, magical inside of you. But as soon as he was back to himself, you felt his dicks twitching inside of you again.

“You… again?” You asked, your holes clenching around his fast filling dicks inside of you.

“As many times as it takes for you to believe how beautiful you are, my mate,” he whispered, rolling his hips and making you see stars again.

By the time he was done with you, you had zero doubts how attractive he found you, how hot he thought you were… and how warm his come overflowing your holes felt.

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Xyris art! (SFW ver.)

Hello there, my lovelies! I don't know if you know this, but in Spain we (some ppl) don't do Santa, we do "the magic kings" and they come to deliver presents the night of the 5th of January (I open presents the 6th), so I wanted to give y'all a present for that (a bit before that). This art is by the amazing and talented @cheesomancer, as always. So here we have our beautiful Alien Inspector in the flesh! Hope you are as obsessed with him as I am.

Little details to notice: he doesn't have nipples nor a belly button, his species is born from an egg. Also, at some point I described him as light green, but gray just suited him better. He's a jackass, as we all know, and this pic shows that!

Helping tentacles

A/N: Happy New Year!!!

Tentacle-monster x transmasc!reader || tentacle sex, shower sex

“Oh fuck!” You scream as your monster boyfriend appears behind you in the shower.

At first you thought he could materialize, but nope, he just likes to go through the pipes better than walking, you don’t know why, but he does it all the time. Especially if it means he can spy on you in the shower. And you… you lowkey love it. You love how he likes to observe your body, always complimenting every part of you that you felt weird about. His slimy tentacles reaching out to touch every inch of your body, paying especial attention to your chest scars and t-dick. Until you are panting and he’s chuckling about how needy you are.

And this time it’s not different.

His tentacles climb your legs until his big body is wrapped around yours. His soft mouth is sucking on your neck as your legs give out under you. But he holds you up, his tentacles cradling you against his chest as his slime covers your wet body. You feel drenched, your hole asking for attention as he continues caressing your body until you are whimpering with need.

Only when you are a pleading mess, he relents and touches your t-dick, the suckers at the tip of his tentacles latching to it and driving you into a messy orgasm in seconds. He laughs cruelly at you, whispering nasty things into your ear as you feel the biggest of his tentacle probe your hole. His upper tentacles embrace you from behind, caressing your chest scars until they are sensitive and you are gasping for air.

And then he pushes inside of you, fucking in and out your body like a madman, his tentacles all over and your head thrown back in a silent scream. He knows how to use his tentacles to drive you completely wild, your hole twitching around his length as he whispers praises and tells you how hot you are, how warm inside and how he loves every single inch of your body. It’s exhilarating and maddening, and you are approaching what feels like an earth shattering orgasm.

He groans behind you, a low grunt that makes your body boil and throws you over the edge at the same time you feel the first shot of come inside your body. He comes so much you are surprised you aren’t bulging with it, but his morning cheerful self breaks you out of your orgasm bliss.

“Come on, I’ll help you with your T-gel, my sweet human,” he whispers as he pulls out, a gush of come leaving your gaping hole and making you whimper. That’s so fucking hot.

You wash your body as best as you can as fast as you can and exit the shower, offering your naked body to him. He carefully applies the T-gel, massaging it into your skin as your body goes lax against his tentacles. He’s so good at that, fuck, you feel like you could go to sleep right about now.

But as soon as he’s done, he’s releasing your body and telling you something about going to work. “Wash your tentacles!” You remind him as he disappears through the drain again, leaving your body sated and lax right there..

You can hear him chuckling in there as he answers something like: “I know, I know…” His tone amused.

Damn… You love that weird slimy creature.