Monster's Pet

Happy New Year's Eve!

Hello there, my lovelies!

I wanted to thank all of you for literally changing my life. I started this as a way to procastinate and have something creative for me to enjoy as a hobby, and you all transformed it into the specialest thing in my life. I would never be thankful enough to all of you. This is my dream come true, to be able to write and be appreciated for it, to be able to get money from it... I could never say it enough times:

THANK YOU.

I thought the best way to end this year would be to give you a lil art commission by @cheesomancer for two of my fav boys. Here you have Haritz and Aimar from my Helping Neighbors series, hope you love it as much as I do. Make sure to give it lots of love because it's the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Have a nice night and a great start of 2025, I hope to see y'all here to enjoy more monsters and naughtiness next year! I promise I have a lot more to share in this upcoming year. ❤️

Sinner

Biblical angel x gn!reader || rough sex, purifying sex, probably sacrilegious in a way, (lowkey) punishment, dom/sub

You never thought you were a bad person, but deep down you knew it wasn’t all about that. You knew there was something a tiny bit wrong with you… So you asked for forgiveness to whoever was looking down on you. You knelt and begged, you cried and thrashed as you prayed to be purified, you prayed to take everything wrong with you away.

And they answered.

At first you didn’t know what he was, or what to do with him, you had no idea if he was even a thing. You didn’t even know how you knew, but you could feel him being a he. He appeared like a white orb of light over your body, a thousand eyes looking at you at the same time. And you shivered under the attention, his inquisitive looks penetrating your soul in a way never could before.

But when he acted… You weren’t ready for it. Not at all.

He praised you as his light washed over your naked body, the warmth and intensity of it all was driving you completely insane, your brain melting inside your head. He never stopped mumbling encouragement, his presence so heavy in the air you could almost sense his touch on your body, it was exhilarating and painful, deep and soul crushing at the same time you felt reinvigorated. It was like he was turning you inside out and fucking you at the same time. You never thought you could feel so full and warm, so incredibly satisfied at the same time you craved more, more, more…

“Now, my human, now the purification begins,” he announced, his body transforming into an anthropomorphic silhouette that was almost too human.

He was all the uncanny valley feels at the same time, and you couldn’t hold back a groan as you saw his dick, so big and glistening with the first signs of arousal. You gasped when his hands found your most vulnerable place. He wasn’t gentle, he didn’t ask or ordered, he simply took what he wanted and you were willing to give.

His dick pushed inside you in a slow but powerful thrust, making you feel possessed and claimed. Your whole body was vibrating as he fucked you roughly, tears shining on your eyes as he pushed in and out of you over and over. Your brain short-circuited to the point you couldn’t have thoughts, not even about him. You could only feel the fast and hard pace he was setting, the way he was using your body and making you see more than stars, more than the universe… you were seeing something akin to a goddess.

You were seeing all the sins you committed, not all that bad after all, but it felt great to have them recognized, it felt great to have him judging you in a biblical way. Every single one of his thrusts made you feel like a new you, like your past mistakes were being erased, like you were forgiven of every single bad thing you did before, and that drove you over the edge.

You precipitated over an orgasm that felt soul ripping but the best thing you’d ever felt. You were turned inside out, raw and vulnerable, as he fucked your problems and sins out of you, as you came so hard your vision whited out. He transformed into his biblical self, and it only made everything higher, more intense, more real… And you loved every single second of it.

“Did I die?” You asked after a beat, his thrusts still twisting your insides.

“No, my human, but you are now mine.”

Invisible friend (part 1)

Demon x fem!reader || SFW, curse, soulmates, angst

All your past memories had him in them. As long as you remembered there was a shadow on the edge of your vision, a big red shadow that had horns and wings, and made you shiver at the thought of looking directly at him.

When you were little, everyone laughed and said you were so cute for having an imaginary friend, but as you turned older, people started to treat you weirdly, like you were crazy when you mentioned the big demon in the corner of the room. So you stopped saying anything about him, or to him, and tried to ignore his presence most of the him. From that point on, he always looked sad, but he never disappeared. He kept being there through all your puberty, and weird collage years.

He always protected you in a weird way, grunting if something felt wrong and even going as far as fighting someone who accidentally tripped you. The other person couldn’t see him, just felt how a weird presence pushed him to the ground. He broke his nose in the fall, and you had to apologize even thought nobody knew what really happened.

But things didn’t end up there. He was particularly bad with your possible boyfriends. He scared them all away, moving stuff in your bedroom, pushing and pulling stuff, basically making it seem like you were cursed or haunted. Everyone ran scared from the haunted girl, the witch… It hurt, but you got used to it.

Until you got tired of being alone. Your life felt impossible, and you needed answers.

So you confronted him. It wasn’t your best idea in the big scheme of things, but you really needed to know why was he there. Maybe he was a ghost and you needed to help him. Maybe he was a demon sent to kill you. You didn’t know what he was, but you wanted him gone. You were tired of having him always following you, always present in your life, always scaring everyone away before you could have any kind of companionship.

“How can I make you leave?” You finally said asked one day, not expecting him to answer because he never talked to you since you were little.

And to your surprise, he answered: “I can’t leave.” He was staring at you so intently that you felt your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“How come you can talk now?” You asked, confused.

“I could always talk, but only when you talk directly to me,” he explained as if it was obvious. It did make sense that he talked to you when you were little but didn’t anymore when you started ignoring him. That made you a tiny bit sad, he must have felt so isolated… Because of you. Fuck. Were you the demon in his story?

“And why are you here?” You tried next, wanting more than anything to get some kind of answers to your incessant questions. Why was he there? Why couldn’t he leave? Why did you feel pulled towards him? Why did he make your life impossible? The questions were endless.

He looked at you, his hand scratching his chest like it hurt to talk about it. “It’s a curse,” he finally explained.

You weren’t expecting that answer, all your self-doubt coming at you at the same time, your whole body hurting and your soul almost crying. “What?” You felt numb.

“I committed a very bad deed to a human and somebody cursed me to take care of another. To take care of you,” he confessed, like it pained him to say it out loud. You blinked fast, trying really hard not to cry. Why did his words hurt so much? Why were you feeling like the air in the room was not enough to fill your lungs? How were you drowning as you stared at him?

“So I’m your curse. Being tied to me is a curse,” you whispered, the pain of his words hitting you so deep and so hard that the air left your lungs in a rush. It shouldn’t be like that, you wanted him gone, why did it hurt so much to know he didn’t even want to be there?

“Yes,” he said curtly, making you gasp and a tear ran down your cheek. “But no,” he added, making you look at him in confusion. “The deed… What I did… I left her, and she died.”

It felt like the only thing you could say was: “Who died?”

“You,” his answer was barely audible, but the impact of that single syllable hit your solar plexus like a brick. Your heart raced as you stared at him.

“What? But I’m alive.” You tried to make sense of what he was saying.

He looked at you with such despair in his eyes that you felt tears falling down in response to his anguish. “Not you you, past you.”

That made no sense. You already lived? You were a reincarnation? Did you even believe in reincarnation? What was he saying? Did you know each other before?

You had so many questions that if felt overwhelming. “I need more information,” you finally said.

“I... You…” He was clearly struggling to explain, but you didn’t say anything, just stared at him until he took a deep breath and continued. “We were together in your past life. We were partners, soulmates if you will… Whatever you want to call it. But one day…,” his voice broke down, but he continued. “One day I left our house and when I came back you were dead, they poisoned you because of me. Because of who I was, and because of how much I loved you.” You stared at him in shock, not capable of understanding all that he said, too much information to process. “And the curse came to be.”

All what he said was too little, you lacked the context and the understanding of everything he went through. You lacked the reason why you seemed to love him in a past life. Everything felt too much and too little at the same time, but in a way, it made sense. His presence in your life, the calmness he carried around you, the way he kept you safe… It made sense how attracted you were to him even when he made your life impossible for so long. Because he loved you in silence as you ignored the red shadow in the corner of your vision. He was there for you, and you didn’t even remember who he was.

“Would you tell me about it? About her? About us?” You almost pleaded after a beat.

He smiled at you sadly, nodded and started to talk.

He talked about your shared past like it was his most treasured memory. He talked about you (but not you) with such reverence and love that you felt insecure and pleased at the same time. He talked like he knew you, but to you he was just the presence in your life, your invisible friend and later your nightmare. To you he was just a demon, and to him you were everything. You felt like you were a goddess in his eyes, but at the same time the idea of you he had was not coherent with your own personality.

By the time he finished, his eyes were filled with unshod tears and his breathing was ragged.

You were the demon in his story.

And that realization hurt a lot more than you expected, a lot more than you wanted to accept. He meant so much to you, but it didn’t even come close to how much you meant to him. And even then, he was cursed with you. You didn’t know what to think, but you knew his presence in your life was about to change forever.

And it did.

It changed for the best. You started talking to him more, and he always answered. He helped around and started being the perfect roommate. Since his confession, he was so caring and charming, he smiled and made you laugh, he transformed into someone you could love, someone you used to love apparently.

It was still so weird, but you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling everything so intensely around him. You still wanted to find hookups, but he explained he couldn’t let you do that, and it was fucked up but so sweet at the same time. And at the end of the day, you didn’t mind it that much.

He always excused himself to the living room when you slept, so you used those precious tiny moments to get all your pent up sexual frustration out. Sexual frustration to which he was contributing a big deal. To nobody’s surprise… you were falling for him. And if you were completely honest with yourself, you would accept that you had already fallen.

“Who cursed you?” You asked one random afternoon.

He stood there without saying anything for a long time, and then he said the last thing you were expecting: “I did.”

Werewolves at the supermarket

Werewolf boyfriend who enjoys a bit too much to play with you in public. He pulls down your top in the middle of the supermarket (you aren’t wearing a bra because he asked you not to, and you agreed, stupid of you). You cover yourself fast, but not fast enough before a werewolf is whistling at the end of the aisle, licking his lips and making your pussy tingly. He walks to you, patting your boyfriend in the back and saying “You were right, bro, her tits are magnificent.” The fact that they talked about you only makes your pussy wetter, and both of them sniff the air at the same time, their (literally) wolfy grins are enough to make you pant.

The newcomer grabs your hands and pulls you with him, your boyfriend following close. You three enter the closest bathroom stall, it’s too cramped to even move, but that doesn’t stop them from pushing you up between their bodies, groping and touching every part of you until you are on edge and they are laughing about what a whimpery mess you are. You can only groan in response, one of their hands, you don’t even know whose hand it is, grabs your boob, pinching your nipple so hard you let out a loud yelp. They chuckle, another hand slipping inside your pants and rubbing your pussy over your panties.

You are almost there...

But then they stop. They let you down to the floor and leave the bathroom, pulling you along. Your pussy is so wet you can almost hear it as you three walk out of the bathroom, and it only makes you feel more embarrassed. They played with you like a toy and then left you hanging… And that only makes you hornier.

Back home

A/N: A lil something for a request I got this morning because I felt inspired. Enjoy!

Centaur x gn!reader || sfw, hurt comfort (kinda)

You are waiting impatiently at the door, you knew he was supposed to arrive ten minutes ago, but he said there was traffic and he couldn't get there faster. Your heart is beating so fast, it's like it wants to escape your body and find him before he arrives. It's been a lot harder than expected to be apart from him, even if you communicated during that time, the feel of him, the smell of him... You ached to touch him again, to have him close and be able to kiss him and hug him. You are aching to feel him again.

Just as you are about to scream in frustration because he should be there already, you see his big body galloping down the hall, his smile so big you feel choked up. There's tears building in your eyes as he approaches, a big bag in his hand as he finally, FINALLY, stands before you.

You try to say hi, but the only thing that comes out is a low whine as you feel a tear rolling down. His smile turns incredibly soft as he pulls you up, hugging you until you are breathless. But who cares about breathing when you are in his arms anyway? A few more tears escape and you feel his heart beating as fast as yours, almost like it's trying to sync with your own.

"I brought your fav snacks," he whispers against your ear, making you chuckle between tears. And just like that, you know everything will be okay.

Because he's there again, finally.

Christmas special: Santa is coming tonight

A/N: Merry Christmas to everyone celebrating! Hope Santa was good with his presents… As good as he is in this story. Here I describe Santa as something akin to a demon, and has magic, just to make it make a bit more sense. Enjoy!

Santa (monster) x fem!reader || (very light) dom/sub, (light) marking, oral sex, breeding, size kink, mentions of body modification, magic sex (?)

When you started dating Santa, you expected a lot of things, but him being an absolute himbo wasn’t one of them.

He wasn’t only a himbo, but also incredibly clumsy, to the point that on your first date he accidentally tripped and send your food (and his) to the ground. Along with the broken pieces of the table and the chair he fell onto. Having incredible strength and a body as big as a wall is not great when you have no control over them, apparently.

He was so lucky the elves had everything controlled and he only needed to show up on the big day and do the things… He wouldn't be able to do shit if it was all his responsibility. And well, you didn’t mind it. You didn’t mind it at all. It made you hot all over that he was so incredibly stupid, but also so incredibly hot.

He was pretty clear since the begging that he was in for all, that he not only wanted to date you, but he wanted to marry you and turn you into a magical being just as he was. So who could have blamed you for running away? That was insane to say to somebody you barely knew.

But you should have known better. He was magic after all…

Also, his dick was so good you could accept everything he said if he asked while he was buried deep inside. You were a simple girl after all: he gave you a good (incredible, fantastic, phenomenal… and all the good adjectives possible) dicking, and you accepted his marriage proposal. It was a good pact, you got good dick and a loving husband, and he got a wife to adore. Perfect combination.

And what you loved most about him… what how crazy he got after Christmas Night.

It was like all the adrenaline and magic high made his body bigger, stronger, harder… And he used it to his advantage, and you… you enjoyed it more than anything.

And this year wasn’t different.

He came home to find you in your prettiest, skimpiest lingerie, the one you made the elves made for you and hugged your curves in the best way possible. In a way that made your boobs stand to attention as your body tingled with anticipation when the siren alerting everyone of his arrival started ringing.

He walked into your room with his face sweaty, his red suit half undone and looking so hot you were salivating. It only took one look at you in your flimsy clothes for him to turn into the demon he was inside. He growled, his fangs elongating and his skin turning the prettiest pattern of red and white. He looked a bit like a candy cane when he got aroused, and weirdly enough, you dig it.

You stared at him as he crossed the room in less than three steps, grabbing you by the hips and hoisting you up until your legs were wrapped around his middle and his hands were groping your ass. He devoured your mouth like a starving man, grunting and scratching your lips with the force of the kiss.

His hands were all over, probing and pinching, groping and caressing until you were a mess of moans and groans on his arms and you could feel his big… Christmas present pressing against your ass. His hand found your pussy over the lace, rubbing against your needy clit, praising you about how wet you were for him already.

He was kissing your neck when he whispered: “You’ve been so good, Santa is coming twice tonight”.

You stared at his bearded face and extended canines, dumbfounded by the stupidest line he ever said to you. And then you busted out laughing. “You did- you did not say that,” you let out, still laughing. To the point where your eyes were teary and your face was probably as red as he was.

“What?” He asked, completely confused at the change in the mood.

That made your amusement die down a bit, only chuckling as you explained. “Honey, I love you dearly, but you can’t say shit like that when you are touching my pussy, it throws the whole mood off.” He looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn’t have that. You hated when he looked like that.

You pulled him down by his hair, making him groan when you claimed his mouth in a possessive kiss, trying to make everything better. He grunted against your lips, and bite down on your lower lip, drawing a bit of blood. That always drove him crazy, and this time wasn’t different.

He pulled back and roared, pushing you back to the mattress and ripping your clothes off, snapping his fingers to make his own suit disappear. (You asked once why he didn’t do that with your clothes and he simply said he liked to rip them out, and you couldn’t argue with that logic).

A blink later, you were laying on the bed, your legs pushed far apart as he drove for your pussy with hunger. He licked and sucked until you were chanting his name, just to push two of his too big fingers inside your tight hole. It was too much, too soon, but it felt so great you couldn’t stop moaning. He grunted against your vulnerable flesh when you started moving your hips, using his nose and his mouth as you pleased, your fingers pulling at his hair in a way that you knew turned him on.

“Just like that, use me for your pleasure, make yourself come, my love,” he whispered inside your head, his voice reverberating inside your brain and making you let out a startled noise. He pulled back for a second, smirking at you with his fangs out before pushing a third and fourth finger inside your pussy.

“Santa, fuck. Klaus!” You screamed as your orgasm took you by surprise, rushing over you like a tidal wave as he rode it with you.

When you came back to your senses, he was over you, holding his weight on his hands, caging your body against the mattress and making you want to bite down on his hard muscles. You did, because you could, causing him to curse and push forward, the tip of his huge dick breaching your already stretched hole.

He cursed some more as he took his time bottoming out. You never got used to how big he was, how wide he stretched you and how deep you could feel him. You knew he must use some kind of magic, because there was no way your human body could take that much dick without permanent damage, but he never said so, and you like it that way. You liked that he used magic on you, that he made your pussy so perfect for himself it drove him crazy every time you two fucked.

He gave you a couple minutes to adjust, breathing hard over you, kissing every piece of skin he could reach until you were giggling and rolling your hips, urging him to move.

And good goddess did he move.

He set a punishing pace, treating you like the naughtiest of girls as he fucked you into oblivion. He moved your legs over his shoulders, fucking you deeper and harder as his thumb found your clit. He pressed down with his palm at the same time he pushed up his dick, the pressure was so intense and so pleasurable you couldn’t hold back a second orgasm, closing your eyes and arching your back as you came messily around his dick.

“Fuck,” he roared. His head thrown back, his white hair hanging over his shoulders and making him look almost ethereal as the tendons in his neck tensed and he let out the loudest cry of pleasure known to man. You bet every part of the North Pole heard him, but you didn’t care at all because he wasn’t stopping.

He fucked you full until you felt his release gushing around his dick. With each thrust you could feel the mixture of juices coming out around his length. It was filthy, it was exhilarating, and it sent you over the edge once again.

He pressed his chest again your back and asked: “I told you I was coming twice, didn’t I?” You groaned and he turned you into your front, fucking you from behind. “By the time the night is over, you are going to get more than one present from Santa,” he promised.

If you weren’t dumb with pleasure and post-orgasm bliss, you might have laughed again, but your brain was too empty to process his words. You could only process the way his hips were bouncing against your ass cheeks, the clap clap sound sending you into oblivion.

Your arms and legs couldn’t hold your weight any longer, so you were flat against the mattress as he rutted his hips against your stretched hole. You could hear the way his come was leaking out as he fucked it back in. It was filthy in the best possible way and your body was reacting to it.

You were so close to another orgasm, your body trembling. And when he pulled you up by your hips, the angle hit you in the best way possible, his dick rubbing against your G-spot as he pounded your pussy until you were drooling over the sheets in pleasure and he was chanting your name like a prayer.

You screamed his name until you were hoarse, and he kept fucking you. He fucked two more orgasms out of you, your body sagging against him, trusting him to take care of every part of you as he pounded into your welcoming heat over and over.

“I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know your own name,” he grunted, accelerating his pace until his hips were barely a blur and your body was trembling with the force of his thrusts. It was the best experience of your life. “Your pussy is so greedy, it won’t stop swallowing me in, clenching over my length… How eager,” his words weren’t even for you, he was talking to himself, but it made your eyes roll back into your head as you orgasmed again, whispering his name because your throat was too sore to scream anymore.

Your orgasm sent him over the edge, and he pushed all his weight over you as he came and came and came. He filled you until you couldn’t hold it in anymore, his come dripping around his shaft inside of you, making a mess of your pussy and the sheets. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. You only had thoughts about how good it felt, how full you were and how fucking much you loved every second of it.

And how you couldn’t wait till next year to do it again.

Traveling monsters

Imagine being taken by a bunch of traveling monsters.

They found you at the forest and just couldn’t let you all alone there… someone could take advantage of you. They couldn’t allow that. So they took you with them. At first it was all nice and chill, everyone being extra careful with the weak human of the group, but as time passed… they became more and more forward about what they wanted. Who they wanted…

You.

It started simple, caresses and soft kisses when you were about to go to sleep next to one of them (they took turns so they all could enjoy it). But then you started to wake up in the middle of a monster sandwich, hands traveling up and down your body, squeezing your ass and groping your boobs until they started rubbing their erections against your soft human body. You would let them, they were asleep (or so you thought), and they were harmless. What if they came all over you? What if they groped your boobs and ass every chance they got when they were asleep? They couldn’t help it, it was just the dream they were in. You’d be a good human and just let them do whatever, it was harmful. (And you lowkey enjoyed it, but you didn’t say anything about it).

You woke up covered in cum, your pussy tingling and your face red as they stretched and patted your head, telling you how good you were for their group. You had to run to the closest river to touch yourself, your body pent up after being groped and jerked off on. It was exhilarating, and you couldn’t wait till it was night and you could be in the middle of two of them again.

They were laughing as you passed by after your alone time in the river… Your body still shivering. “She’s so dumb,” someone cooed at you, patting your head and pinching one of your nipples, making you moan as they laughed harder, pulling at you to sit on his lap so he could massage your boobs as much as he’d like. They liked to do that, too, massage your boobs and ass as if you weren’t more than a stress toy.

What they didn’t know is that you weren’t dumb… You just liked monsters a bit more than normal. Maybe a lot more than normal.

So… part 2?

HAPPY MONSTROUS HOLIDAYS!

Hello there my lovelies! Happy holidays! I hope you like this amazing Holiday Card @cheesomancer drew for me! 

I wanted to thank y'all for literally changing my life. Writing and getting money for it not only makes my life a lot better, but makes me hopeful for a future where this is my job. And i have to thank y'all for making that possible for me. It means more than I could ever explain to any of you, and I'm so, so, so glad you joined me for this experience. That said, I don't want to be too cheesy, so again: Happy Holidays! And THANK YOU.

You should have recieved an email with this Holiday Card (check spam if not) plus an exclusive holiday story, if you haven't please contact me and I will send it to you again!

Best wishes,

Monster's Pet.

PS: Had a bit of a struggle sending the emails, so if you recieved it twice I'm sorry! <3

Exclusive advent calendar 4. Naughty list

Krampus x fem!reader || dom/sub, double penetration, tail play, anal sex, dirty talk, (lowkey) praise kink

You are waiting impatiently for Santa to show up, to give you the gift you dutifully asked for, when another monster ends up down your chimney. The moment Krampus lands on his ass over the ashes of the fire you put down earlier, you are as surprised to see him as he’s to see you. You scream and he screams. (You wish you were recording just to see how funny that moment was.)

You are speechless, staring at him with your mouth hanging open, gaping at him. You were expecting the big dude, but instead you got him… And you aren’t mad. Or at least some part of you isn’t. You don’t know what it is about him, that as soon as your eyes travel down his body, your blood is boiling with anticipation. You have to press your tights together to get some friction and try to release some of the tension in your clit.

“Why- why are you here?” You ask him, confused and a bit nervous.

He laughs at you, his smirk so big you can see his big fangs gleaming in the low lights of your Christmas tree. “I don’t know, you tell me. Are you on the naughty list, angel?” The pet name makes butterflies go crazy in your tummy, your face getting as hot as your lower half.

“N-no,” you stuttered. “I’ve been very good,” you tell him. But you aren’t sure if it’s true. You only know what you asked for, and then you got him… So maybe you weren’t as good as you thought?

“Have you?” He asks, bemusedly. He walks to you, stopping right in front of your body, his big horns and creepy face getting as close as possible before he says: “Do you want to prove how good you’d been?” He whispers it against your lips, almost close enough to kiss you, but he doesn’t, and you lament it. You want to be devoured by him.

“How?” You ask, innocently, fidgeting with the hem of your long Christmas shirt. You aren’t wearing anything underneath, and the spark of naughtiness only makes it hotter.

He smirks once again, this time bigger and more creepy. “Are you going to let me fuck your pretty holes in that slutty outfit?” He deadpans, his hands landing on your hips and drawing your body against his furry chest. You inhale his scent and your body ignites.

“Ye-yes,” you whisper, your pussy already clenching over nothing, needy and desperate.

“Such a good girl already, being all nice and cute for me,” he praises.

You feel your face getting hot and you let out a screech when he throws you over his shoulder, laughing as you mumble curses. He walks into your room, and throws you on the mattress, face down. You instantly get on your knees, face down, offering yourself to him completely.

“Not such a good girl anymore, angel… Asking for monster cock, what a naughty, naughty girl,” he chuckles. You try to push your hips back, but he stops you, a hand between your shoulder blades pressing you down as he growls. “You don’t move without permission, angel. You take what I give you when I give it to you, understood?” You nod against the sheets, the hair on his legs tickling the back of yours, a reminder that he’s right there.

He gives you no heads up before his calloused fingers are probing you entrance, your whole body shivering in anticipation. And he doesn’t disappoint. Soon, he pushes two fingers inside your needy pussy, being careless and rough, but just fucking perfect.

“You are so wet and hot, fuck, your pussy is magnificent, angel,” he praises as he twists his fingers until your eyes are rolling back into your head. “I bet you are going to feel perfect around my cock,” he adds, making you whine. You want it. You want it so bad. “What was that, angel? Do you want my cock?” He asks, amused. You nod again, tears of need filling your eyes. “Such a greedy girl… So desperate and naughty for me.” He pushes his fingers further, adding a third that feels like too much and not enough at the same time.

“Are you ready?” You nod again, your face squeezed against the mattress. “Words, angel,” he chastises.

You turn your face to the side, watching him when you scream: “Yes. Yes. YES!” You push your ass back and earning yourself a warning slap, followed by a chuckle before you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your greedy hole.

“Fuck, you feel better than I thought, you feel fucking perfect, angel. Your pussy was made for me. So hot. So wet,” he keeps mumbling praises to your pussy as he pushes further and further, until he’s so deep you can feel it in every cell of your body at the same time. It’s fucking maddening how perfect his cock feels inside of you.

He thrusts in and out slowly at first, but soon he’s pounding you from behind, clapping sounds sounding louder and louder as he goes faster and faster. You chant his name over and over as he grabs your hair and pulls up to arch your back further. Your drool is covering your chin as you feel the tip of his tail probing your asshole. You cry out and come around his dick, making him grunt and go harder, bouncing on your ass.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking your pussy as his tail gets deeper and deeper inside your backdoor, sending sparks of pleasure up your column, melting your brain into a puddle of desperation and need, pleasure and desire. It’s maddening, you’ve never felt so much pleasure at the same time, and it’s frying all the nerves in your body.

“Are you going to be a naughty girl for me again, angel? Are you going to come around my cock and my tail this time?” He growls, his hands leaving bruises on your hips as he uses your body like a fleshlight, fucking in and out of your pliant body like the monster he is. He fucks in and out of your holes like a piston, the sounds of sex and pants are the only thing you can hear as he keeps whispering naughty things and praises, but you are too far gone to understand them. Your brain is melting. “Are you going to come like the messy naughty girl you are?” He asks next.

You want to answer, you want to say yes, but before you can, another orgasm washes over your body like a tidal wave, pushing you over the edge with a shout as he roars behind you. You feel the first shot of his cum inside your welcoming core at the same time you vision whites out and your ears ring with static, the pleasure so high you can’t feel or hear anything else.

He pulls back and your body sags against the mattress, your pussy feels raw and used, and it’s the best feeling in the world. He disappears for a second, just to reappear with a glass of water, leaving it on your night table. “Drink this when you recover, angel,” he instructs, making your insides all warm. “This wasn’t the first time someone wanted me for Christmas, but it was definitely the one I enjoyed myself more. I hope to see you on the naughty list next year, angel…” And then he disappears in thin air, leaving your holes messy and your body still trembling.

Best. Christmas. Gift. Ever.

Advent calendar: Day 20. Misfortunes and Sexullus Phallicus

A/N: This one is about Miss Santa, and let’s say she’s a holiday witch, to make it easier. Also this is very ridiculous and I love it, if it makes you cringe… I’m sorry (but not really). Enjoy!

Miss Santa x fem!reader || magic, sex pollen, dub-con, pegging, sex toys, dirty talk (kinda)

When you started dating Miss Santa, you weren’t expecting to be as many problems as there were. You expected it to be hard, because not everyday you started dating a magical being that could teleport and conjure shit out of thin air, but dang if it wasn’t even worse than you expected.

First week dating, you accidentally activated a magic spell that made all elves lose the holiday spirit for a whole day. Which didn’t seem too bad, but then you had to watch how mad they were when they had to work extra hard to recover that lost day of work. You apologized so many times the word lost its meaning.

When you were dating for a bit over a month, you accidentally sent the big dude (aka Klaus himself) a picture of you wearing only a red hat and two pom-poms… (Yeah, strategically placed.) You had to apologize to him, too, much to his amusement and your girlfriend’s dismay.

But the misfortunes didn’t end there.

You were visiting her in the office, looking around as she finished the paperwork for the day, when you saw a weird looking plant. “What kind of plant is this?” You asked, leaning in and inhaling deeply.

She looked up instantly. “Don’t smell tha-” She warned, but it was too late. “You smelled it.” She sighed, face palming as she stared at you. “What am I going to do with you?” She asked rhetorically.

“What?” You looked at her, confused and blinking slowly. Your brain felt a bit fuzzy. “What did I do now?”

“You inhaled the pollen of the Sexullus Phallicus,” she said as if that explained everything. You looked at her puzzled, expecting more information. “Sex pollen, my love, you inhaled sex pollen,” she said, sighing again and looking completely done with you. But the tiny smile at the corner of her lips reassured you a little.

“What’s going to happen to me now?” You asked, a bit confused, but most of all, a bit scared.

“You are going to get incredibly horny, and you’d be insatiable for a few days.” That didn’t sound too bad. Don’t look at me like that. It is bad. You are going to be needing to be filled constantly.” You smirked, liking the sound of that. “Sometimes I don’t know why I put up with you,” she added, all dramatic.

“Because you love me,” you sing-song-ed at her, smiling big. She tried to hide a mirroring smile, but she failed.

“We are in so much trouble,” she lamented a second later, picking up all the papers she was working on and stacking them in a neat pile. “We need to prepare, we need to move. We might not have enough time to get home…” She was panicking.

“Relaaaax, I’m all fine,” you told her, your hands fanning your suddenly too hot face. And then the pain started. “FUCK.”

She looked up instantly, staring at you and teleporting to your side in less than a blink. “What? What happened?”

“It hurts. It hurts,” you repeated over and over, falling to the ground and adopting a fetal position.

She looked anxious, her face turning a light shade of green. “What hurts, my love? Tell me so I can help.” She kept fussing over you, her hands hovering over your body because she wasn’t sure where to touch you.

“My pussy. I need you to touch my pussy,” you said between pants, your thighs rubbing together but providing no relief at all.

She choked on a breath, and you caught her almost laughing, but the frown on her beautiful face never left. “I gotcha, I gotcha… Don’t worry my love, we’ll get thru this. I’ll fuck you until you are so drained you can’t even blink without thinking about my cock.” Her words made you whimper. You want that. You want her cock.

“Please, Santa, please… I need your cock,” you begged, squirming on the floor, reaching for her and pulling her head down until you could kiss her lips softly.

The moment she snapped her fingers, she was naked and had a harness appeared around her narrow hips. Your heart was beating a thousand miles per minute. “Now, now… Who has been a naughty girl this year?” She asked, teasingly. You almost wanted to laugh at the silly pun, but your pussy was so wet and your clit so needy, that you could only whimper. “Sorry, sorry, my love. You know I joke when I’m nervous,” she apologized. “Are you ready?” She questioned either way, always worried about you.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chanted. She snapped her fingers again and your clothes disappeared. You sighed in relief as she moved over you and positioned her purple dick over your clenching pussy. “Please, Santaaa…” You begged again.

“Whatever you desire, my love,” she whispered. She leaned down to kiss you deeply as her hips thrust forward until she was buried as deep as possible.

“Is not enough, not enough, not enough…” You shook your head from side to side, your body tensing under hers.

“Shit, okay. Okay.” She snapped her fingers again, and you felt your pussy filled to the brim, making you scream her name as you tried to wriggle your hips to get it deeper. “This size better?” You nodded vehemently, grabbing her by the hair and pulling strongly until she whined and started to fuck you with intent.

“More, more, more… Santa, more!” You kept telling her, as she puffed and huffed as she tried to go as deep and fast as possible. She was thrusting so hard your body was moving across the floor of her office, your hands scratching her back until you smelled blood.

It was glorious.

Your first orgasm was earth shattering, and you screamed her name so loud you were sure the big man heard you all across the north pole. But you didn’t care. All the world could be listening and you’d be chanting your love and adoration for her cock for them to hear.

But she didn’t stop. And you didn’t ask her to. You needed more. You needed all. So she kept pounding into you until you came, and came, and came again.

Her strength was starting to flatter after your fifth orgasm, but you still hadn’t had enough. So you flipped her over and started riding her with desperation. She was flushed and sweaty, her hair stuck to her face and her eyes glassy after such an effort. She’d never looked so hot.

At some point, she teleported you to your house, her dick never leaving your hungry pussy. It lasted three days, and she had to make you eat and drink as she kept you full of cock, using special enchanted dildos that kept fucking you even when she left for the bathroom.

By the time it ended, you’d never felt so well fucked in your life. She would never know that you did it on purpose, and you were the one who sent the plant to her…

A/N: Thank y’all for joining me for this Advent Calendar, it’s been so fun to write: I explored some kinks, wrote weird monsters, and overall I think it was a very fun experience, let me know what y’all thought.

Advent calendar: Day 19. Winter solstice

Fae x fem!reader || chasing, predator/prey (kinda), size difference, dirty talk

Never drink or eat with the fae, never ran from a fae and never thank a fae. Those were very simple instructions...

And still you failed all of them.

Truth be told, the first one you couldn’t be the one to blame. It was your first date at a restaurant, and you didn’t even know he was fae. You only knew he was the hottest person you’d ever seen, and he was so tall he could look down at you even when sitting. He was as tall as a tower and made you feel tiny next to him, which only made you like him more.

“Would you like some wine?” He offered, tilting the bottle in your direction.

And before you could think twice about it, you said: “Yeah, sure,” with a smile on your lips.

The smirk that broke on his face was bigger than any human, with too many teeth and somewhat a bit creepy, but you still felt your heart skip a beat. He was just so handsome, so incredibly ethereal and regal that you couldn’t look away. And you didn’t. You stared at him through the rest of the date, and when he brought you home and kissed your cheek, you swooned.

Two weeks later he told you he was fae, and you didn’t care about it. You forgot about the wine, and you forgot about anything else that could blur your image of him. He was just so perfect for you. His tall as fuck frame cuddled around your body perfectly when you watched movies. His big hands cupped your ass greatly when you were making out like teenagers.

There was only one thing missing… sex.

You wanted to have sex with him so bad, but he kept saying it was going to be on a special date. It had to be in the winter solstice. It had to be in the forest. And you… you only saw your biggest fantasy coming to life. A big scary fae chasing you through the forest to fuck you in the open? Yes, please.

You were half freezing, but the cold air against your skin felt almost good as you stared into each other eyes. “Don’t run from me, little human…” He teased, the roughness on his tone making you shiver in anticipation, your pussy quivering. You wanted to run, you knew you shouldn’t, but you wanted it so bad you couldn’t contain yourself.

So you ran. And he growled.

He gave you a head start, you knew he did. There was no way it took him that long to catch you. You were chubby and not that fast, and he was so tall he could probably catch you easily if he started running. But he didn’t run. He let you have a big head start and try to hide in the dark forest.

You were breathing hard, panting and trying to quiet your racing heart as you heard his footsteps. You tried to remain quiet, you really did. But when you heard his voice calling out your name, your body sagged and you almost felt weak at the knees. Your pussy was so wet you bet he could smell it from afar. He was whistling, calling you out and just acting nonchalant, so you decided maybe you could come out and run some more.

Not your brightest moment.

You got out of your hiding spot and started racing as fast as you could (which wasn’t that fast) as he laughed behind you. He called you out but you didn’t stop, you ran through the trees and the roots on the ground, which magically moved to let you pass, nothing in your way to trip you. You should have known better, because there was no way the forest was helping you run from him… It was helping him to catch you.

You arrived to some kind of clearing, covered in soft snow that felt almost warm to the touch, when you stopped hearing him. The utter silence around you was weirder than the forest moving, it made your skin erupt in goosebumps and your body shiver in fear and anticipation. You could only hear your heavy breathing when...

“Got you!” He whispered against your ear as you felt his body surrounding yours. You yelled in surprise, but your nerves calmed instantly. His arms around your body always had that effect. “Such a delectable smell, little human. Your body is so warm and welcoming… Should I see if other parts of you are also warm and welcoming?” He teased.

“Yes, please,” you begged, your body sagging between his arms.

“I like when you beg like that, you sound so pretty saying please,” he mocked your voice. “By the time I’m done with your luscious human body you’d be saying thanks.”

His words made you whimper, your pussy trembling in anticipation, your heartbeat mirrored on your clit. You were so ready, the pent up sexual tension you’d been building for weeks was about to get solved and your body seemed to know it before your brain did.

“Are you ready to be loved by a fae?” He asked, but he didn’t give you time to answer.

His big hands were everywhere: cupping your boobs, groping your ass, tracing the seam of your pussy over your leggings. It was exhilarating and it was driving you insane. By the time he started to undress you, you were more than needy, more than desperate.

“Are you needy, little human? Do you want my cock that bad?” You could only nod, your face flaming at the affirmative. “Aw, so cute when you blush, can’t wait to see how far that blush goes,” he said at the same time he ripped your shirt right in the middle.

You gasped as his cold hands found your boobs, massaging them like they were his personal stress balls, and you couldn’t even be mad, because his fingers found your nipples and you were crying out in pleasure.

“Mmmm, such tiny little peaks, so pretty to pinch,” he said as he did so, making you scream his name in a plea. The way he was talking to you like you were nothing but a stupid woman made something inside of you bloom.

In a fast movement, too fast to catch by your human eyes, your face was pressed against a tree, your ass pushed out so he could fuck you while on his knees. His dick was so long, you weren’t sure all of him could fit inside, but you didn’t care, and at that point you doubted he cared either. He pushed whatever he could inside, not even half of it but enough to make you scream in ecstasy as he moaned in desperation.

“You are so tight, so warm and hot, squeezing me so well,” he kept praising you. “Your pussy was made for me. A human pussy for a fae, so tiny and warm, so delicious.” His words meant anything to your fuzzy brain, his pounding melting your brain completely as he kept talking. “Next time I will have you in a bed, I will spend hours devouring your tiny cunt until you are crying for me to give you a break. But I wouldn’t. I will continue until I am sated. Your pussy belongs to me now, you belong to me now.” The possessiveness was really doing it for you, your pussy twitching around him as you chanted his name over and over. “Are you going to come around my cock, little human? Are you about to gush around me?” He asked, his big hands holding onto your ass, parting your cheeks to stare at the point where he was fucking in and out of you.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you told him, your whole body trembling. You were so close.

His chest covered your back, his hands warming your nipples as he said: “Then come for me, little human, surrender your body to the fae.”

And oh goddess did you surrender. You melted completely as pleasure took over you, your body trembling and your pussy clenching non-stop over whatever of him was inside of you. You weren’t sure how much of his dick was still inside of you, he was just so big. But you didn’t care, you were having the best orgasm of your life as his hands kept playing with your body like it was an instrument.

But when he started coming, everything went white, the sounds of the forest disappeared and the world faded into oblivion. It felt like hot molten lava inside of you, so hot it was almost too much, but at the same time you couldn’t get enough. He filled you to the brim, to the point you could feel it gushing around his dick still inside of you. The mix of his come and your juices leaking down the floor as he screamed your name for the forest to hear.

When both of you were a bit calmer, you whispered almost jokingly: “Thank you.” And you realized a bit too late what you just said…

His smirk only got evil when he responded: “It’s going to be wonderful to have all to myself, my darling human…”

You sealed your fate with the fae. Now you were his.

And you didn’t mind it.

Exclusive advent calendar 3. Saved by big foot

A/N: This is a mix of ideas of prompts I got when I asked thru Tumblr. Also, this contains cervix-penetration (?), I don’t know if that’s the correct term, but like if you aren’t into that, be aware.

Big foot x fem!reader || knotting, breeding, size kink, oral sex

When they asked you to join a mission to find big foot, you were saying “yes” before you thought twice about it. It had been a goal of yours to find the hidden monster. And truth be told, maybe your motives were a bit dirtier than the average person who wanted to find him. But you didn’t care. You would find him, and then… time will tell.

That’s how you found yourself lost in the middle of a snowstorm, your human team someplace you didn’t know, completely alone in the middle of kilometers and kilometers of just… winter white wonderland. You were lost. And you feared you’d die there. But what made everything worst is that you didn’t even find him.

Or so you thought.

You are walking in circles. You remembered there was a trail someplace close to where you think you are, but the snow is so thick you don’t even know if you are in the right place. You can’t see more than two meters ahead of you, the wind is deafening and your body is slowly giving up.

You know it’s a bad idea to sit down. You know it’s even a worse idea to lay down in the snow, but your body is so heavy and you feel so tired… And then a shadow of a monster appears in your peripheral. Maybe it’s just a vision, maybe you are really dying and your brain is conjuring images of what you wished most: to find him.

But then the monster is kneeling next to your body, picking you up and cradling you against his body. “You are freezing,” he whispers against your head.

The sound of the wind against your ears is so strong he might be shouting for all you know. But you can’t focus on that, you can only focus on the way his furry body feels warm against your coldness. He feels like a warm blanket in a cozy winter day, and you melt against his body as soon as he presses you close. You sigh and mumble: “found you,” before you black out.

You wake up naked in a stranger’s bed, furs covering you as someone moves around. You open your eyes to find the cutest cabin, you can still see the snow outside and the wind is rattling the windows, but everything feels calm and quiet inside this little paradise.

And then you see him. You finally see him. He’s adding wood to the fire, and his body is so tall he can almost hit the ceiling when standing. He’s humming some tune as he works and your insides feel so warm and content for the first time in your life, it’s the weirdest feeling. You never thought you’d find him, you had hope, but you were still not 100% sure about it.

You sit up, covering your boobs with the blanket, and stare at his big furry body, all white haired and tall as a tree. “It’s you,” you deadpan, your brain short-circuiting.

He turns around so fast he accidentally lets go of the wood he was holding. The logs roll all over the place, but he’s not looking at them, he’s looking at you with amazement in his eyes. “I- You are awake,” he responds, equally surprised. His mouth is hanging open and you almost want to giggle, he looks adorable. “I- I found you in the snow,” he adds, as if it wasn’t obvious.

“You found me? I thought I was all alone in there, it was very scary,” there’s a tremble at the end, your voice breaking when you remembered you almost died. You almost froze to death out there.

“I- I was walking back home when I heard you asking for help,” he says, stuttering a bit. You know that’s a lie, you didn’t ask for help, you were too cold to even open your mouth when he found you.

“I was? I don’t remember that,” you throw back, your eyebrow arched in suspicion.

He blinks slowly at you, his hands fidgeting and making you want to sigh dreamily. He’s way more handsome and cute than you expected, he looks good enough to eat and you want nothing else but to devour him. To claim what’s rightfully yours. You almost say that out loud when he talks.

“I might… I might have been around,” he lets out in a mumble, almost too low for you to hear, but then something inside of you clicks.

“You were the one who left all that wood there. The one who helped me find trails and food, cover when we were cold…” Your realization only makes your heart beat faster.

He was there. He was around all the time, he was around your camp since day one. You found so weird how stuff kept appearing, but you never doubted the fates. But knowing it was him? Your heart is trying to escape your chest and reach him.

He nods slowly. “I watched you for a while…” He confesses in a rough tone, almost shy. “You… Those humans… They smelled so wrong, but you smelled just perfect. I couldn’t get away. And then they were so stupid to follow a path down the hill leaving you behind and I- I couldn’t leave you there. I couldn’t hold back when you were alone and freezing.” There’s an edge to his tone that you can’t pinpoint, but the words of the coven resonate inside your brain.

“You saved me,” you tell him, breathless. You want to kiss him so bad, but he’s across the room and you are very much naked.

“And now you can’t leave this cabin because you’ve seen the monster, what a savior am I,” he laughs without any humor behind it. He seems almost mad at himself for it, like wanting you, saving you, is somewhat a bad thing.

“Who said I wanted to leave this cabin?” You ask. You try to sound as sincere as possible as you stare at him, unblinkingly.

He looks utterly confused. “What? But you… You are human, and I… I’m not. I’m a monster.” The self-deprecating tone is throwing you off, wanting nothing more than to kick him for being so stupid. Doesn’t he know it? He must. He’s the one with super senses in this situation.

“But I’m your mate,” you state, looking straight to his furry face.

He gasps when you say it out loud, his eyes shining with hope as he walks to the bed, stopping at the edge of the mattress, staring down at you. He looks so fucking big right there, almost double your size. Fuck, that’s hot.

“How do you know that?” He sounds so surprised you almost laugh, but you know this is a huge moment for both of you, you need to be careful, you don’t want to scare the monster away.

You look at him for a few more seconds, you can see the anxiety creeping in his features when you finally explain: “I was raised by a coven of witches. They told me to come looking for you, they urged me to do so. I’ve known you were my mate since a long time ago, but the time wasn’t right, or so the elders said.” You don’t tell him about the way you argued with the elders and tried to escape to find him at least three times in the past. But they were right, the timing was all wrong back then.

He tries to talk, to say something, but there’s only grunts that leave his mouth, making you smile. That makes him finally let out some words: “So you… You are here to stay?” His hope matches your own, ready to be mated, ready to be owned and own him…

“Yes, my mate. I’m here to stay,” you repeat.

You don’t get to say anything else before he launches at you, his big body sending you backwards on the bed, giggling as his mouth closes over your pulse point and he starts marking your neck with love bites. You groan, your body reacting instantly to his presence and his touch. He keeps repeating “my mate, my precious” over and over, his lips and fangs gracing every part of you. It’s marvelous to finally have him, to finally be touching him and spending time with him.

He pulls the blankets away, throwing them over his shoulder like a madman as he touches every part of your body he can. His soft chest hair feels great against your erect nipples, and when he closes his warm mouth over one of them, you scream to the heavens and pull at his hair. That makes him stop, looking at you with hooded eyes and a smirk.

“Do that again,” he asks, his voice going lower than before, making your pussy tingle.

You pull at his hair again and he groans, the sound is so hot you almost have a mini-orgasm right there and then. But you are easily distracted when his mouth closes around your nipple again. You pull as he sucks, and he hums against your flesh, it’s so good you can’t stop moaning.

He travels lower, kissing your stomach as he parts your legs. He pushes your legs over his shoulders and his eyes meet yours in the filthiest position ever. He smirks before driving right in. You cry out in pleasure when his mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard and fast, his tongue dancing around the pearl as your brain melts into a puddle of ecstasy. He grunts every time you pull at his hair, and it only makes it hotter. He’s enjoying your pussy like it’s his last meal and you aren’t complaining, you are barely thinking as he sucks and licks and probes and rubs…

The orgasm catches you off guard, too unfocused to feel it coming, but when it hits you, you pull at his hair so hard he lets out a soft “ouch” against your pussy. You rub your pussy against his face, drawing your pleasure as high and fast as possible as wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body until you are nothing but a puddle of human on the mattress.

He pulls back, his furry face drenched in your juices as he licks his lips, humming like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. “Are you ready to be monster fucked, my mate?” He asks in a low tone, his hands caressing your legs as he pulls them over his shoulders again, pushing them back until you are folded almost completely, the tip of his huge cock probing your entrance.

“Fuck me, you big monster,” you answer, pushing your hips up as he presses down.

You both sigh in contentment when his dick starts tunneling into your welcoming pussy. He’s so big you almost feel like he’s splitting you in two, but it feels so good you want to thank him. But then he whimpers, and stops.

“Are you… Are you all the way in?” You ask him, confused at his sudden stop.

“I- I can’t go further, you are too tiny,” he says, like it pains him to say it. “There’s no room for more,” he adds, trying to push deeper, but unable to.

You can feel him poking at your cervix, the movement of his hips, sending shivers down your spine. You push your hips up, trying to get him further, but nothing happens, he can’t get past it and you are already panting. He’s so big, and it feels so good.

The pressure against your cervix feels weird but in a good way, in a promising way, in a way that makes you want to shiver and scream his name. You urge him to try harder pushing your hips up, and up, and up…

And then your body opens for him. You feel something inside of you release completely as he pushes forward, bottoming out and making you see galaxies dancing in your vision. It’s too good, too hard, too big… It’s too much and not nearly enough.

He’s panting, too, his body rigid as he lets you accommodate his girth and length. “Can I move?” He asks between gritter teeth, there’s sweat on his forehead as he tries not to move.

You take a few deep breaths, trying to say something without moaning. “Yes,” you whisper finally.

And then you are both done for.

He fucks into you like the monster he is, pulling back until only the tip is inside of you, just to push back inside until his dick is almost gracing your uterus. It’s the most intense fucking of your life, and it feels so good you can’t contain the cries of ecstasy, the gushing of juices around his cock as he destroys your pussy completely. It’s fast and hard, it’s everything you’ve ever needed and wanted and so much more.

Your next orgasm builds slower, fire pooling in your lower belly until you feel the pleasure crashes into you. His screams mirror yours as his dick is shoved as deep as he can go and you feel something widening at the base, locking you two together. Your vision disappears and you forget the world exists as he knots you. Your orgasm lasts so long you black out and come back still coming.

He’s chanting praises about your beauty and your pussy, about how good it feels and how you were made for him, how you are so tiny but you took him so well. With each word he lets out, a new wave of pleasure runs down your body, leaving you breathless. You can’t answer, you can’t say or do anything, your brain is completely fried as he stuffs you to the brim.

After a while (a long while), he stops coming and his knot deflates. He pulls out, and you feel the gush of cum dripping down. He realizes, too, because he looks down and a soft pink colors his cheeks. So cute. “You just fucked me into oblivion and now you are shy?” You ask, amused.

His eyes never leave your dripping pussy. “I’m not shy… I just… I like…” He stutters, getting redder and making you coo at him.

“You like to breed me until your come is dripping out of my abused hole?” You ask without shame. He gets redder, and you giggle.

There’s a second of indecision before you feel his fingers probing your entrance and pushing the cum back inside. “I like you more when you are stuffed and unable to form words,” he deadpans, matching your energy and making butterflies move around your stomach.

“What are you waiting for, then?” You tease.

It takes him two seconds to get what you mean, but after that… After that he breeds you so much and so many times that you aren’t sure if you can hold any more come inside of your poor pussy.

Advent calendar: Day 18. Holiday knot

Yeti x fem!reader || semi-public sex, oral sex, knotting

You had a great idea for your anniversary. Since you married your yeti husband, you’d been trying to get him to chase you through the woods, but seeing as it was mid December and the temperatures would probably kill you if you ran naked… You decided to make it special in other ways.

You wore a nice coat, the longest one you had, with extra padding on the inside so you’d be warm no matter what. And under it you wore… almost nothing. You bought the naughty lingerie so long ago you almost forgot you had it, but at the last second you put it on and walked to his office as a normal day. You had dinner with him once a week, always on Wednesdays, and he was always waiting for you.

But this time around you had a bit of a surprise.

You opened the door to his office and closed behind you, making sure the blindfolds were down and the secretary left for her lunch. He was on a call you weren’t too interested in, you could only focus on the feel of the coat against your naked skin and the way your heart was trying to escape from your chest.

Even from afar he was magnificent, giant and furry and so incredibly beautiful in his monster features that you were dripping wet even before he even breathed in your direction. You’d never felt so strongly about any human, but as soon as you met him… you were done for good. Forget human tiny dicks, who wanted that when you could have giant ridged dicks that knotted you until you were dripping cum for hours after?

You were a bit nervous, you knew he’d love your surprise, but you were way past your honeymoon phase and maybe office sex wasn’t on his kink-list… Maybe.

“Well, hello there, wife,” he greeted you in his most cheerful rough voice, making you shiver.

It was now or never.

You slipped the upper part of your coat down your shoulders, exposing the red lingerie framing your tits in the most amazing way. He choked on a breath, and that encouraged you. You let the coat fall to the floor, pooling at your feet as you blinked slowly at him. And you realized the exact moment when he saw the mistletoe adorning your panties.

In a flash, literally the time it took for you to blink, he had jumped over the table and was crowding you, his giant sized body pulling you up and against the door. You shivered in anticipation, his rough breathing matching your accelerated heartbeat.

He bit down on your neck playfully. “You smell like cookies, wife…” He rumbled against your ear. That meant you were excited, that you were aroused, he loved the smell of cookies as much as he loved the smell of your horniness. “You came here wanting to be ravished by a monster?” He teased, his voice amused but his dick very hard under your barely covered ass.

Your nerves got the best of you when you answered: “Really? If you… If you want to...”

He pulled back a fraction, his big white inhuman eyes looking straight into yours, almost shocked when he deadpanned: “Do I want to fuck my wife in my desk? Yes. What kind of question is that?”

“I- I didn’t know if you’d be up for it,” you confessed, feeling shy all of sudden.

“Wife, I’ve wanted to fuck you over that desk since the first time you came to have lunch with me. And you are making my fantasies come true right now, you are the bestest of wives,” he said between soft kisses around your face, making you giggle with his sudden affection.

But it wasn’t all that soft, his dick was pressing insistently against your ass and you wriggled your bottom until he was whimpering, his strong arms holding you up as he walked to the desk and sat you there. He kissed you softly on the lips, and then sat down on his chair, legs open and erection very clear in his slacks. Fuck, he looked good enough to eat with his fur peaking through the buttons of his shirt, sleeves rolled up…

But he was only staring at you, not doing anything. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” You asked, a bit confused at the situation.

“Oh, yes… I’m definitely going to. But first: lunch.” That was all he said before his face was buried in your pussy as he pushed the panties to the side, not even taking them off.

He devoured your center with desperation, with a hunger so primal and deep that you didn’t know if you would survive. It was the best oral sex ever, and he had just started. He kept grunting and moaning against your sex, his furry face getting messy with your juices as he enjoyed himself. You could only hold onto his hair and pull every time he tried to get a breath in between licks. You didn’t care if he breathed or not, you only needed him against your pussy, his fingers playing dexterously with your clit.

“I’m- I’m gonna…!” You tried to warn, but you were too slow.

The orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave as your body convulsed over the desk, his hands holding you down as you knocked a few things off the table. He only chuckled against your pussy, probably not caring you were destroying some important documents.

He pulled back, whipping your juices away from his chin and licking his fingers clean. That movement was so hot that you whimpered as he smirked at you. He knew what he was doing.

“Now the main course,” he said, ripping the panties off and pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. You groaned whorishly and he smirked again, his fangs so big you couldn’t suppress a shiver.

You thought he would push inside in one go, but he chose a tortuous pace, his dick breaching you so slowly and thoroughly that you could feel him everywhere at once. His hands were on your boobs, on your ass, on your clit… And his dick kept going deeper and deeper. Your brain was barely functioning at that point, not caring about the noise of the possibility of someone finding you. You could only focus on the way he felt against you.

But once he bottomed out, there was no place for soft sex anymore. He started a rough pace, fucking in and out of you with the desperation of a husband in his anniversary. With the desperation of a yeti who found his mate in the middle of a big city. With the hunger of a monster in need of his bride. And you ate it up, matching his noises and groans, moving against his body until you were both sweaty and your lingerie was probably beyond repair.

But you didn’t fucking care.

It felt so good. It felt too good.

“I’m going to knot you,” he warned.

“But we- Someone could...” you tried to argue without much strength. You wanted it. You wanted it more than anything. You needed it like you needed breathing.

“Let them,” he grunted. The rough tone and the way his dick hit your G-spot just right at the same time his thumb rubbed your clit was enough to send you over the edge once again. “Fuck, so tight, so good…”

He kept chanting how good your pussy was when you felt the erratic thrusts and the beginning of his knot at your entrance. He pushed one last time before it fully developed inside of you, locking you two together as he came over and over inside your welcoming heat.

His body was holding you down as you breathed calmly, his dick still twitching inside of you as he kept coming and coming. You knew this would take a while, and you were more than content to just wait it out. It felt great to have him inside, almost like cockwarming but… bigger. Maybe you should try cockwarming next.

“Stop thinking so hard,” he complained against your neck, landing a few soft kisses and scratching you with his fangs, making you shiver.

By the time his knot went down, you felt almost coherent again, but when you got up and felt the first gush of cum out of you, you were already thinking if he could fuck you again soon. You were about to tease him to get a rise out of him when he beat you to it.

“Are you going to walk back home with my cum leaking down your tights?” He asked as you put your coat back on, hiding your body from him. There was an edge to his voice that you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m going to the car and then I’ll drive home,” you explained, a smirk on your lips when you realized what he wanted. “Do you want me to plug myself and wait until you get home?” You asked back, a blush covering your cheeks as his eyes turned big, his dick filling inside his slacks once more.

“Fuck. Yes,” he groaned. “I’d be there as soon as possible, I just have one meeting.”

“Don’t be late or I’ll start without you, I bought a new toy…” You commented before closing the door, laughing when you heard the curse behind you.

You didn’t get to the elevator before his big body was hoisting you up between giggles and walking to the stairs with you over his shoulder. “Forget the meeting, forget the elevator, I need you in our bed ASAP,” he roared as you laughed.

Advent calendar: Day 17. Carrots

A/N: Kinda related, kinda not, but you should watch “Hot Frosty” on Netflix if you haven’t, totally recommend it (it’s very ridiculous in the best way possible). Sorry for all the awful dialogue you are about

Snowman x fem!reader || questionable use of vegetables, temperature play (kinda), mentioned overstimulation

When your witch friend asked you to build a snowman with her, you thought nothing of it. It would be fun, the snow was fresh and everyone seemed cheerful around you as you built his round body. Your friend, though… She made hers to look a bit more realistic, less round and more angular, in a way that was giving uncanny valley vibes. But you thought nothing of it, why would you?

When she asked if you liked him, you started to suspect there was something special about him, but again, you thought nothing of it. And when she used the carrot to make a dick instead of a nose, you almost peed yourself laughing. It was just so stupid looking, all white and round but with a big carrot dick… You should have known better.

And then he showed up, alive and walking, knocking on your door and staring up and down at you like he was about to fuck you right there. His carrot dick was erected and pointing straight at you. You gaped at him as he smiled, stroking his dick slowly. You gaped some more, your eyes accidentally traveling down. That was an amazing carrot…

No. Behave, you cannot fuck a snowman, you tried to remind myself.

“Wait here,” you told the snowman, who only nodded. You grabbed your phone and dialed your friend. “Why there’s a living snowman at my door, dude?!” You screamed at her as soon as she picked up. The poor dude was looking at you as if you were his dream come true.

“Calm down, you seemed very lonely and I had a bit of extra magic lately… So I gave you my Christmas gift early. Do you like him? Have you tried him yet?”

“Have I tri- What the fuck?!” You must be dreaming, there was no way that was happening to you. You pinched yourself and blinked, but the snowman was still in front of you and your friend was still talking.

“He’s ready for you, darling. He wants to treat you like the queen you deserve to be,” she explained, almost bored. You wanted to pull her hair until she was bald.

“You did not send me a sex snowman,” you repeated, trying to make sense of what you were seeing and hearing.

“I did. Now I have to go, have fun!” She said before hanging up on you.

“We are not fucking,” you told him, your frown so deep you could see your eyebrows.

“I’m going to feed my carrot to your hungry bunny,” he deadpanned, in a tone that you supposed was intended to sound sexy. It didn’t. You struggled not to laugh, but his face was so serious you couldn’t do that to him, he looked so hopeful.

You stared at him, his hand lazily stroking his carrot once again. You felt your face blushing. You really needed to get laid, your pussy was getting wet about a snowman and a carrot… But you had more pressing matters than your wet pussy.

“One: you can’t say things like that. And two: we aren’t going to fuck.” His face fell and he stopped moving his hand, making you almost sad. Dang.

“Why not? I can smell your juices.” He could what? “You are hot for me and I’m cold for you, we should do something about it.” How desperate were you that he sounded right? You did want to fuck a snowman… Fuck, there was something so, so wrong inside of you because you were considering taking him on the offer.

“I- We- You are a snowman,” you let out, not really having a point.

“And you are a human, but my carrot is very hard for you.” You chuckled, the absurdity of it all getting to you. But most of all, your strength to hold back disappeared with that affirmation. He was made for you, and you were very horny, and his carrot looked especially delicious right now…

“Okay,” you agreed, your pussy almost clapping with enthusiasm. It had been a long time since you were properly fucked and you were feeling the need for sure.

“Okay? Are you… are you sure?” He suddenly seemed very confused about your decision, as if all his bravado died the second you agreed to fuck him. You wanted to coo at him, but you decided there was a better choice.

You walked to him and kissed his half open mouth. He was cold, but at the same time his lips felt like velvet against yours as you devoured his mouth. He gave as much as received, deepening the kiss and circling your body with his arms. You were pressed firmly against his front and your nipples instantly hardened, he was so cold in such a pleasurable way… You didn’t even know you had something for temperature play but good snowman if your pussy wasn’t quivering thinking about his hard carrot pocking your stomach.

You parted, looking at him intently, but when you didn’t find any doubt in his eyes, your choice was already made. “Fuck me, my snowman,” you almost pleaded, your voice trembling as your pussy pulsated at the same rhythm as your heart.

“Your wish is my command.” He laid you on the floor, right in the middle of your living room. “Are you ready for my carrot?” He asked, as you tried not to giggle. You nodded, fearing if you opened your mouth you would laugh and he wouldn’t give you his dick. And you needed it. You needed it so, so bad.

He entered you in one long thrust and you cried out in ecstasy. The contrast between your warm body and his cold skin was exhilarating and arousing, sending you to the stratosphere of pleasure. You didn’t know what was about to happen, but the size and shape of his carrot ended up being fantastic. The almost pointy tip played with your cervix as the wide base made your pussy clench around it, rubbing against your G-spot in the most amazing way. It was the perfect sex toy, even better, he was like a breathing sex-toy and that made your brain turn a bit fuzzy at the edges, arousal so big it was maddening.

He started a punishing pace, his dick going in and out of you so fast and hard your whole body was moving across the floor. You had to hold onto the carpet (carpet burn be damned) to be still as he pounded into your welcoming heat. He kept moaning how warm and wet you were, how good your heat felt against his cold… And you could only chant “yes, yes, yes” as he kept going.

And when you came like a tidal wave, your whole body convulsing as he kept fucking you. He didn’t stop, he fucked you through it as he used his cold fingers to rub your clit, making you ascend in your pleasure even higher. You screamed his name, pulling at his ice hair and trying to hold for dear life as you kept coming and coming…

And he kept going.

He fucked you many more times that night, his stamina endless as he kept using his clever carrot to pound into your G-spot as his cold fingers pinched your clit until you couldn’t hold back orgasm after orgasm. It was the most intense pleasure you’d ever felt, and by the time you asked for a rest, he was smirking down at you, the smugness in his face making your overused pussy twitch in anticipation.

And then you remembered… You had to thank your friend. Damn it.

Advent calendar: Day 16. Thermostat

Winter demon x fem!reader || temperature play (kinda), (very light) exhibitionism, (very light) voyeurism, breeding

“It’s so fucking cold,” you complain to nobody as you walk into your apartment, your mood already sour.

You thought living with a demon would be all good, until winter rolled around and your roommate decided heating was overrated and he spent years in hell burning down. So now he wants to keep the apartment at freezing temperatures all year long. You don’t complain (too much) when you have to wear a jacket in summer, but arriving home after a long day working to find your place almost freezing is not good for anybody.

So it’s not your fault that you can’t keep your anger to yourself and you have to walk to his room and knock so hard you hurt your fingers a bit. But you barely register it, you don’t even register the flesh on flesh sound or the way he doesn’t answer the door. You are so angry you open the door without thinking about it.

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck. That’s his dick!, your brain eloquently supplies as you stare at your demon roommate with your mouth hanging open.

To your surprise (and his) he’s jerking off when you enter without waiting for a response. Maybe later you’d feel bad about it, but right now you can’t look away. He doesn’t say anything, and you don’t either. He’s staring into your flushed face as his hand keeps moving over his midnight blue dick.

Why is his dick so blue? And why do you want to suck him off so badly? Your mouth is already salivating as you look at his blue-ish hand, moving up and down his shaft without a care in the world. His body is magnificent, all tall and lanky, his horns almost gracing the headboard as he keeps jerking off. He lets out a pained sound, like a tiny whine, and your pussy quivers. Fuck, that’s so hot.

You don’t know what to say but when you open your mouth to speak, what comes out is: “Can I help?” You cover your mouth instantly, surprised by your own bluntness. But good goddess do you want to touch his dick…

“Are you asking if you can join?” He asks back, not blinking and not stopping his movements. His eyes travel down your body, and you have to suppress a shiver. The intensity there leaving you breathless for a second.

“Yes,” you surprise both of you saying. You admitted a long time ago that you had a bit more than a crush on your demon roommate. And now you are more than ready to act on it.

“Come here, sunflower,” he orders. His pet name for you always made your insides twist, but hearing him say it with that tone… it almost melts your panties right off. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something forever,” he mumbles under his breath, so low you almost didn’t catch it.

He stops his movements and you lament it for a total of three seconds before you are walking to his bed and he’s grabbing you by the waist, hoisting your body until you are laying down under him. He tears your clothes off, making you moan at the desperation and rawness of his actions, his eyes look frantic and his claws cut through your winter clothes like they are nothing. That’s so hot, you think.

You are face to face, chest to chest, when your brain finally returns and you can complain again. “You are so cold,” you whimper as his hands caress your side, sending goosebumps down your back.

“Want to know what part of me isn’t cold?” He teases as you feel the nudge of his dick against your entrance. You are more than ready to take him. He looked so big against his hand but good goddess if you aren’t dripping wet already.

You moan, nodding fervently as you stare into his deep black eyes. You grab into his horns and he groans, his tip breaching your needy opening as both of you sigh in pleasure. He feels so cold against your front but his dick is like molten lava inside of you, the mix of temperatures short-circuiting your brain.

“Wai- wait!” You ask. He pauses immediately, not a single breath coming out of him as he holds himself up without moving at all. You swoon internally. “Condoms?” You ask, a bit shy all of sudden.

He smirks down at you, sliding a bit more of himself inside of you, making you groan. “You don’t want to be bred by a demon, sunflower?” Oh gods, you want that more than anything. “Don’t worry, my lively sunflower, I can only get pregnant if I want to,” he explains. That doesn’t make you worry less, but the idea that he might want to breed you so completely is making your pussy twitch around him, making him whimper as he pushes forward a bit more. You groan, and he smiles down at you, lowering his head to kiss your lips sweetly. “I won’t get you pregnant… yet,” with that promise he kisses your forehead, making you flush redder than a tomato.

You shiver and then let out a cry of pleasure when he thrusts forward until his dick is so deep inside you can feel it in the back of your throat. You scream his name and he chuckles. He waits for a few seconds, giving you time to adjust to his huge dick, and when you dig your heels in the back of his legs and urge him to move, he complies without having to ask twice.

He starts a punishing pace, fucking in and out of you with desperation. You match his thrusts, pushing yourself down when he pushes up, creating the most amazing friction against your clit as he fucks you like the demon he is. You grab onto his horns again, dragging him down to capture his lips between yours. The kiss is more teeth and fangs that lips, your fucking too fast and harsh to be able to kiss properly. But it’s perfect either way.

You start chanting his name, his thrusts becoming erratic as your pleasure gets higher and higher. Your brain is barely functioning anymore, the only thing you can think about is his dick inside of you, the horns in your hands and the way his breathing sends cold shivers against your skin. It’s everything you didn’t know you needed and a bit more. He is.

He whispers sweet nothings against your ear as he keeps pushing you like a soul running from the devil, and it’s so good you can’t hold back… “I’m going- I’m going to come,” you tell him, biting down on his neck and making him cry out your name.

And that’s all it takes.

You shout to the skies and you are coming around him, your pussy twitching around his shaft as he fucks you with erratic thrusts. He’s close, you can feel it, and it only drives you further into pleasure. And when you are coming down, and his dick is hitting your G-spot perfectly, you feel the first shot of his cum against your cervix. It drives you over the edge once again, the constant push of his come inside of you so hot you can barely think. He fills you so completely you just know you are going to be leaking for hours. And that only makes it better. Who knew you had a breeding kink… You always discover things about yourself in the worst possible moments. Like when your demon roommate is fucking his cum back into your welcoming pussy.

“So… When are you moving into my room?” He asks without blinking, his dick twitching inside of you, releasing another shot of warm cum.

A spark of bratiness ignites inside of you, making you chuckle when you say: “When you lower the thermostat.”

He pouts, the gesture looking ridiculous in a monster so big, but makes you want to kiss him senseless. So you do. “Ugh, okay… I will live in the heat,” his fake complains lose all the harshness when you see the big smile curving his lips, his fangs showing, as he starts moving his hips once again, his dick only half-mast but enough to send you reeling again…

It’s going to be a looooooooooong night. And you wouldn’t have it another way.

Advent calendar: Day 15. Ice dragon

A/N: Hi my lovelies! This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I’m sick as fuck, so couldn’t get myself to the computer. But it’s here today, yay! I will try to post two stories at some point today to get back on track. Hope your weekend was better than mine :)

Dragon x fem!reader || oral sex, (very light) dom/sub, size kink

“Lick my peen, my treasure.” His order did something to you, an intense heat blooming inside you until you are shivering and crawling to him. His throne was so big around him and you felt so, so tiny… It was great.

“Gladly,” you let out as you closed your hands around his giant dick. There was no way you could suck him in your mouth, but you could definitely do something with your mouth. You were going to tease and lick him until he was begging for mercy… Even if that was very unlikely.

You started slow, but his grunts and curses only made you want to drive him insane faster and faster. You licked around the tip, your tongue dancing around the slit until there was copious amounts of precum drenching your lips. You drank them greedily, his big scaled hand cradling the back of your head as you continued. You used your hands to rub the excess of precum around the shaft, pressing at the bulging veins until he was crying out your name, more precum shooting into your welcoming mouth.

You kept going even when his tail broke something at your right, your hands massaging his huge shaft as your mouth sucked at the underside of his tip, that special part of him that was so sensitive he could cum with you only licking it. The power you felt when he started twitching under you, his precum flowing unstopped as you went faster, sucking stronger as if you wanted to suck a hickey on his dick. He was thrashing over you, his wings fluttering behind him as he accidentally hit the throne with them, drawing a chuckle out of you.

He roared: “enough,” and you shivered in anticipation. “Come here, little human.” He grabbed you by the waist, his big claws going around your entire middle, his fingers touching at your front.

“Wha- what are you doing?” You asked as he lifted your body as if you weighted nothing. It drove you insane to know how big he was and how tiny you felt in comparison. It was exhilarating to know he could destroy you without breaking a sweat but loved you enough to treat you like his treasure. Like something out of his hoard.

His serious tone got even more emotionless when he said: “I’m going to lick your sweet nectar out of the source until you are crying in ecstasy,” his promise only made you whimper.

“Oka- okay,” you agreed as he moved you body to sit over his snout.

You wriggled, trying to get some friction against his scales, but he blew a tiny breath of cold against your pussy that made you shiver and let out a scream of pleasure. The contrast between his cold breath and your overheated pussy was delicious in the most maddening way. He didn’t let you move, though. He was in control of the situation and the hand around your body was enough to remind you.

He moved your body slowly, his long tongue darting to lick the juices out of your drenched pussy as he hummed in appreciation. His tongue was so long it could get deeper than any human dick could, and he exploited that fact more than enough. He licked and sucked in a slow caress, almost lazily, until you started chanting his name, your legs trembling around his head.

And then he was done teasing, always too impatient to draw it out more than necessary. He moved your body so you were ridding his face like a cowgirl, back arched and pussy rubbing deliciously against his scales in the most pleasurable way possible. You grabbed onto his nostril covers, the scales there perfect for you to hold onto as you moved your hips faster, harder.

He was humming against your pussy, tiny cold breaths calming you down a fraction just to lick the juices out of you and drive you insane again. It was like a game to him, to see how fast he could make you come until your brain was jelly and your legs couldn’t hold you up anymore. And he was a damn professional at it.

You tried to hold back, you really tried to be strong and don’t come so fast because he always made fun of you after. How easy was to drive your poor human body into orgasm after orgasm… But you were weak. And his tongue was so damn good you couldn’t hold back even if you wanted.

You came messily around his tongue, the pointy tip massaging your G-spot as his scales rubbed against your clit. You moved your hips to make the best of it as he hummed, letting out tiny puffs of cold air making your brain short-circuit as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You screamed his name like a prayer, and he pushed you further, farther… it was always so intense and magical that you couldn’t understand why there were humans who didn’t want to ride dragon faces.

He roared in victory, your body sagging against him as he lowered you to be cradled against his neck. “You didn’t come,” you whispered, half asleep against his neck, his hand warm against your back.

“There will be time for that later, my treasure.” And with that promise, you fell asleep.

Digital Holiday Cards sending next week

Hello there, my lovelies! I'm going to start preparing the digital christmas cards so everyone can get theirs next week. So: the cards will be sent to the email you signed up with here, if you want the card to another email direction YOU NEED TO TELL ME and I will change it.

That said, I hope you are excited, @cheesomancer did a magnificent job with the christmas card and I think everyone is going to love it. Also, there might be another art surprise before the month ends... wink wink 

Advent calendar: Day 14. Nutcracker

Nutcracker monster x male!reader || pain kink, dom/sub, degradation, dirty talk, overtimulation, praise kink

When you met him for the first time you were more than confused. You thought nutcrackers were something out of children’s tales, but nope. There he was, in all his giant glory, looking down at you with an impassible face and wooden body. Same face and body that were doing something for you… You were a sick bastard, but you were far beyond any point of caring.

But the fact that he didn’t have any expression, deeming him impassible to any of your advances or responses… that turned you on more than it should. And you tried, you really tried not to act on it, but you were only human. And he looked very fuckable when he was… standing still. You liked what you liked, and if that was a tall as fuck wooden monster, who cared?

So you did something about it.

You walked up to him, trying to look nonchalant. "Are you going to crack my nuts or not?" You joked bemusedly as he stared at you without expression, once again. His big black eyes were a bit creepy, but that only made a shiver run down your spine.

You thought he wasn’t even going to respond, but he surprised you. "Do you want me to?" He deadpanned, making you squirm when you realized the answer you wanted to give him is not a no.

Oh fuck. Did you want him to… to do that? You couldn't even name it even in your brain. Were you really into that kind of pain? You weren’t sure, but you wanted nothing more than to try it right then and there. To try it with him. To have him squeeze your balls until you teared up and come was dripping down your shaft. Yes. Yeah. That was definitely something you wanted.

His body turned to you, facing you directly with unblinking eyes and slightly open mouth. “Oh… You do.” He made a sound similar to a chuckle, but a lot rougher and creepier. And then he continued talking and your brain stopped functioning properly: “You want me to jerk you off slowly until you are crying for release. But I won’t let you, would I? Only good humans get to come, and you have been very naughty. You won’t be able to come with my hands squeezing your cock and balls so tightly…”

You could only whimper at his words, your whole body responding with shivers as he stared into your eyes like he was talking about the weather. He caught you completely off guard with his approaches and the impersonal tone to his voice was making you tick in a way you’d never had before. You were so aroused you were fearing you were going to come untouched any second. What the fuck?

“Sit down,” he said, pushing you lightly in the direction of the chair.

You complied, sitting so fast your teeth chattered as he let out another of those creepy chuckles that made your skin get goosebumps. He stared at you for a long while, your dick so hard you could feel your heartbeat pulsating. Anticipation was so high and deep inside of you that you were trembling in your seat.

“Take your cock out, and then grab the underside of the chair. You are mine now,” the possessiveness in his tone made your whole body shake, so hard you almost fell off the chair, but you complied. As soon as your dick sprung free, his wooden hand was around it, and your voice broke in a whorish groan. “Good boy, such a good human following my orders.”

He didn’t move his hand though, he only squeezed and released in a pattern that was making your head spin as you stared at his wooden hand. And then he started a tortuous pace, moving up and down so slowly… But it was doing it for you. And when his free hand found your balls and he squeezed hard, you whimpered, your whole body flushing. It was so good, you’d never felt so good before, and he was barely doing anything.

“Do you like this? Do you like my hand around your hard cock? My hand squeezing your weak human balls?” His impassible face and dirty words were degrading in a way that made your dick get even harder if that was even possible.

You tried to nod, but the movement only made his hand to move slower. You were so ready to come you couldn’t think of anything else. With each slow pump of his wooden hand, your body shivered. But he wouldn’t let you, jerking you off tortuously slow, until you were about to come… and then stopping. He did that over and over, until your breathing was ragged and your chest was wet with tears.

“Awww,” he cooed, “you are such a pathetic human. Look at you, crying and whimpering.” His hand tightened around your balls, making you let out an undignified screech as he chuckled. A pearl of precum shiny on the tip of your cock, a clear example of how badly you were enjoying his display of power over your human body. “Do you want to come? Is that it? Do you think you deserve it?” His questions were answered by another whimper, your brain fried after the overstimulation you endured. “Come for me. NOW.” His tone left no room for debate, and your body was like his toy, as soon as the words left his mouth, you were coming messily around his wooden hand.

His open mouth was creepy as he smiled down at you, but it only made you come harder, his hand squeezing your balls to the point of pain as you cried in pleasure. He drove you to ecstasy so high, your brain stopped working properly, your mouth open in a silent scream as you drooled like the pathetic human he said you were… And you fucking loved it.

“Now say: thank you, nutcracker,” he instructed, his hand squeezing your oversensitive dick and making you mewl in pain.

“Tha-thank you, nutcracker,” you let out in a ragged breath. Your voice sounded fucked out, and your whole body was sagging against the chair as his empty eyes stared down at you. There was a hint of amusement in his shiny black eyes, and that made your dick twitch bravely. There was no way you could get hard again… anytime soon.

“Good boy,” he praised as you blushed redder.

Well, if he called you that again you might be able to get hard again...

Advent calendar: Day 13. Snow woman

A/N: Back to a shorter kind of story, you like this version better or do you prefer the long stories? Let me know.

Snow woman x fem!reader || temperature play, sex toys

Imagine building a snow-woman and thinking she looked cute, patting her head softly as you walked up to your house and left her there. To your surprise, when you wake up in the middle of the night, there she is, staring at you from across the room, her carrot nose in her stick-hand as she smirks mischievously at you. You didn’t make her that creepy, but for some reason your pussy is clenching around emptiness, and you can’t stop thinking how good that would feel inside of you.

Imagine said snow-woman fucking you with the carrot until you are squirming under her stick hands and your body is quivering with pleasure. Each thrust of his dexterous stick-hand hitting your your G-spot, her free stick-hand padded with a bit of ice she created rubbing over your overexcited clit. The temperature play making you ascend into a new fucking dimension as she (metaphorically) destroys your pussy.

You never thought a snow-woman could be so hot or so exciting, but crying out in pleasure as she takes orgasm after orgasm out of your overused pussy. By the time she’s done her smirk is giant, her body is half melted, and you can’t keep your eyes open. You fall asleep with the carrot still in you, waking up to a puddle of water on your floor and your pussy stretched.

Exclusive Advent Calendar 2. Reviving the holiday spirit

Holiday Spirit (demon) x fem!reader || bondage (kinda), size kink, knotting, tail play, (light) dirty talk, (light) cum play

You were chosen to be the spirit’s bride.

It was something so, so special, something you’d been waiting all your life, every girl or boy of your village waited their whole life to be gifted such an honor. To give the holiday spirit a new life, to be treated like a queen as he worshiped your body… You were exhilarated about it, and you hadn’t even gotten to the castle. But you couldn’t wait.

You wore your best clothes, even thought the elders told you that wouldn’t matter because they would give you special clothes that would suit the wedding with the spirit. But you did it either way, you wanted to look your best for your soon to be husband.

You were giddy with excitement when you knocked on the castle’s door. “Now I see why he chose you specifically,” the naga at the door said, making you blush.

You weren’t a blushing virgin, but the fact that the spirit himself chose you to be his bride was such an honor that you felt your whole body shivering. The naga guided you to a room where a bunch of elves were waiting. Their tiny forms such a contrast with the big surroundings. You knew the spirit was big, you’d seen him a few times, and he was tall as a tree and built like one, too. So much bigger than you… and that made you hot under your collar.

The elves helped you prepare for your soon to be husband, taking your clothes and wrapping ribbons around your body until you felt like you were a present. A wrapped present for him… And then you realized, that was exactly what you were: a present for him. You were his new wife, the one he chose specifically. You were so flattered you could feel your heart trying to get out of your chest with how fast and hard it was beating.

You felt your pussy tingling in anticipation as one of the helping hands parted your legs and passed a ribbon between your lower lips, pressing a bit harder than necessary, making every twitch of your body resonate against your clit.

When they were done, the walked you to, what you assumed was, the throne room, and with each step, you could feel the ribbon rubbing against your sensitive areas. Your nipples were erect and each tiny movement made you shiver as your pussy got wetter and wetter. It was insanely hot, to be wrapped like a present, to be walked to your husband as the ribbon between your legs drove you closer and closer to the edge. It was exhilarating.

But nothing compared with the way your body lurched and trembled when you got the first glance of him.

He was sitting on his throne, so big and imposing your body shivered in anticipation. You got closer, your legs trembling as the ribbon kept edging you slowly. He left you breathless, his knowing smirk and imposing horns over his handsome face were enough to make you want to drop to your knees in front of him and worship him.

But he got up first, walking to you until he was right in front of your quivering body. He sniffed and his smirk grew bigger. He whispered something along the lines of “I knew you’d be perfect,” but it was so quiet you couldn’t be sure he even said it.

“Tradition calls for a kiss,” his deep voice resonated inside of you. You looked at him confused and he pointed over your head, where there was a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

You giggled involuntarily, looking up at him as he lowered his big head and planted a soft kiss against your lips. But that only left you wanting more, so much more. You weren’t there to be soft, you were there to revive the holiday spirit, and you were about to do that.

You grabbed his giant head between your hands and pressed more firmly against his lips, your tongue probing his hard lips as he parted them, allowing your tongue to dance against his. “So eager,” he moaned low and rough, your body shivering at the intensity of it all. He parted from you and grunted, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him, your legs wrapping around his middle as you moaned.

He walked with you draped over him, his hands groping your ass as he continued kissing you breathless. Your brain was swimming in something akin to sinfulness. You barely knew him, but you couldn’t keep your hands away from him, rubbing his horns as he moaned against your lips. He was grunting as you bounced with each step, your ass rubbing against the tip of his cock, making both of you insane with anticipation.

Suddenly, he dropped your body onto a bed. You bounced over it, giggling. But your amusement was cut short when you saw him staring at you with such intensity you could feel it in your soul.

You could feel the ribbon getting wetter and wetter between your legs as he kept looking at you. And when he extended one of his claws and cut the ribbon off your body, you cried out. “So much prettier all naked and pleading…” He whispered, parting your legs with his big hands. “You are so wet… I love how little humans like you get all slippery for me.” It was so impersonal but at the same time so intimate that you wanted to scream his name. You were on edge and he barely touched you yet.

He tore off his own clothes, standing between your legs in nothing but his magnificent body, and you gasped when you looked down at his dick. “That- That’s not going to fit,” you worried, biting your lip as sadness colored your tone.

He chuckled, as if what you said was funny in any way. “Oh, little human, it will. I will make it fit,” the grunt at the end of his sentence was so rough and low it reverberated through your body, your clit tingling in need.

He kissed down your body, starting at your sternum, stopping over your pointy nipples to blow cold air over them. You shivered, and he moaned, engulfing it between his soft lips. His fangs against your skin felt dangerous and arousing, closing over your nipples until you were begging him to do something, to touch you where you needed him most.

When his mouth kept going down, you thought he wasn’t going to go through with it, that he wouldn’t give you the cock you feared and wanted so badly. But he only kissed your mound and escalated your body again. He kissed your fervently, his tongue so long and slippery against yours, his hands grabbing your hips so harshly you could feel the beginning of bruises appareling already.

He pulled back from your kiss as you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Come on, open up for me…” He mumbled against your ear as he pushed a bit harder, your pussy resisting the invasion of his huge dick. “Just a little bit more, my wife, and you’ll be mine.” And that did it, the possessive edge in his tone made your body surrender under his, your hands grabbing his horns as his dick finally entered your hungry pussy.

You both moaned at the same time. He was so big you could feel him everywhere at once, your whole body was attuned to the stretching feeling of your cunt. He kept going. And going. And going. Each tiny millimeter made you feel fuller, fuller, fuller… You felt like you were about to burst, as a single tear left your eye. He kissed it away, his tongue licking your cheek as he nuzzled your temple.

“You are doing so well, my wife, you feel so good around my cock. You are going to look so good when you are full of my come… When you are clenching around my knot.”

His words made it easier, they made you so wet you thought you were about to lose your mind. And then you felt it: his hips against you, his balls against your ass, he bottomed out.

“You feel so good, so perfect, my wife. You were made for me, the best human I’ve ever had.” You cried out.

And then the slow and caressing words were over, and he was pistoning his hips against your human body, hitting you so deep and so profound that you could feel him at the back of your throat. And it was so good, so incredibly good you couldn’t even process it. His hands were everywhere, his dick was inside of you, hitting your special places over and over until you could only think about his cock, chanting his name over and over as he kept going.

You felt his tail traveling up your leg, and when it pressed against your asshole, your brain short-circuited and you came around him for the first time. He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. He grunted with each clench of your pussy around his shaft, his eyes rolling back into his head as he threw his head back, the framing of the light over his horns made him look ethereal, almost godly, and it only drove you further.

When you came down, he was still thrusting slowly in and out of you, calculated and precise, hitting your oversensitive G-spot. You could only moan and whimper as he kept going, drawing three more orgasms out of you before you were tearing up because of the insane pleasure he was subjecting you to.

“Gonna pump you so full you are going to be leaking for days,” he promised against your ear when you felt his knot starting to expand against your G-spot. You screamed his name, his big smile almost blinding you with his beauty.

He pinched your clit between two of his fingers, his tail rubbing against your asshole as you surrendered to the pleasure and came messily around him once again. He cried out your name, driving you further into ecstasy.

You could feel him starting to come, the first shot of his hot cum hitting your insides as you panted, your lungs unable to function properly, breathless because of the pleasure as he pumped you full. Shot after shot of his come drove you into insanity, it was like being filled with joy and cheerful spirits, it was like being completely claimed. And you loved it.

Your body ceased to exist for a few seconds, you couldn’t feel anything but his big knot stretching you and filling you to the brim, the rolling of his hips moving the pools of come inside of you and driving you to places you didn’t know existed.

And then you passed out.

When you woke up, he was looking down at you with dreamy eyes. “Your pussy looks great all stretched and leaking… I’m going to keep it that way forever,” he promised, kissing your forehead as his finger probed your overused hole, pushing some of his cum back inside.

You were a bit in love with your husband already.

Advent calendar: Day 12. Gingerbread

A/N: As a disclaimer, this wasn’t intended to be as funny as it is.

Gingerbread man x fem!reader || degradation, dirty talk, special dick, flavored cum, (mentioned) oral sex, vore (maybe a tiny bit?)

Your date went well. More than well. Well enough that your pussy is tingling and he’s following you to your room. He pushes you back into the bed, his body hovering over yours as you tremble in anticipation. You’ve been waiting for this moment since you first laid your eyes on his sugary sweet body. He parts your legs, and you shiver, knowing fully well what he’s seeing.

He chuckles, one of his fingers rubbing your wet seam. “Going around without panties? What a dirty girl. I bet you like the danger of it, don’t you? You like knowing someone can sneak a peek and see how wet you are… Naughty, naughty human…” How can he look so cute but talk so filthy? It was driving you insane. “Next time tell me so I can have some fun while we eat,” the promise on his tone makes you groan.

He pulls your shirt over your head, leaving your skirt on. He takes his shirt next, making you groan as you see his golden skin, toasty and sugary, his dough body so yummy you want to take a bite out of him. But then he pulls down his pants and you have to bite your lip.

“You… Your dick… It’s a candy cane,” you finally let out, trying to stop the giggling from erupting but failing.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath, though, he grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back, licking a stripe along your neck as he asks: “Laughing now, little whore?” You whimper, the giggle dying down as your pussy starts quivering at the edge of danger in his voice. You let out a half response, something that pretends to sound like a no, but ends up in a moan.

He strokes himself, a colorful pearl of precum appearing at his tip and making your mouth water. He follows your eyes and smirks, rubbing along the tip of his candy-cock with his thumb and offering it to you. You latch onto his finger and moan in delight. He tastes wonderful, like condensed milk with a hint of mint. It’s delicious and you want nothing more than to devour him.

But he has other plans.

He slaps your pussy with his candy, making you let out a squeal as he laughs. And then he does it again, and again, until you are whimpering, pleading him to fuck you, to have mercy on your poor self and fuck you until you can’t breathe. Until you forget your own name and you can only chant his.

He laughs at you, massaging the tip of his candy against your clit, rubbing the minty moisture with your juices, making your whole pussy tingle. You never thought you’d be into something like that, but thinking about it, you also didn’t know you’d be into gingerbread men… And there you were: panting and desperate to be fucked by one.

“Please, please…” You beg, scratching his shoulders until he hisses. You probably took part of his dough, oops.

“Say you want it, little whore. Say you want my candy inside your tight wet pussy,” he instructs. You blush harder, his filthy mouth is driving you insane.

“I- I want it…” You try, but another slap makes you groan, interrupting your talking. He chuckles and lets you be for a second so you can say: “I want your candy inside my tight wet pussy.” The embarrassment to repeat his words makes you want to hide your face in your hands, but he holds you still, your face looking into his toasty colored face.

“Such an obedient little whore, you really want it, don’t you? You are desperate to be stuffed…” You nod vehemently, the tip of his candy-cock finding your entrance. You moan louder, urging him to do it, to get inside of you, your legs wrapping around his middle, your heels pushing him forward as he laughs and complies. “So desperate, my filthy little whore…” He whispers against your ear as you feel him entering you at a tortuous pace.

You cry out his name, your nails digging further into his dough, your heels trying to urge him deeper, but he doesn’t bulge. He’s taking his time to fit inside of you, so very slowly that your brain is short-circuiting and you can’t do much but groan over and over. He feels perfect, the ridges, the mint, the feel of it… it’s making your brain turn into jelly.

“Just like that, surrender to the pleasure…” He’s pushing into you in short thrusts, hitting points you didn’t even know you liked. “Such a good little whore, clenching on my shaft and making me feel so good… You are divine,” his praises only make you more desperate, panting and breathing so hard you fear you are about to hyperventilate.

But he’s not having any of that, and he thrust the final centimeters in a hard thrust, making your eyes roll back into your head as you scream his name and arch your back as far as possible, pleasure spreading from your pussy to your whole body.

It’s transcendental, a pleasure so deep and primal you can’t comprehend it, but as soon as he starts thrusting, you don’t care about that anymore. You only care about how good the candy-cock feels inside of you, how deep he reaches, and how his ridges are hitting your secret points better than any dildo ever could.

You are turning into a melted body under him, his thrusts measured and pointed, hitting your G-spot precisely as you chant curses and groans. A drop of sugar hits your cheek as he starts to sweat, you lick it, marveling at his taste once again. You throw your head up, latching onto his neck to suck a hickey and get some more of his delicious taste.

“Oh goddess, you feel so good. Your pussy is so tight, you are so perfect. Made for me. Your pussy is made for me,” he keeps spilling filth as you suck on his neck, his groans mixing with the slapping sound of his chocolate balls against your ass. “Do you want to come, little whore?” You moan an affirmative, sucking harder on his pulse point. “I’m going to fill you with so much cream you are going to become sugary sweet,” he whispers as he thrusts harder.

His fingers finding your clit and rubbing until you are losing your mind and precipitating over the edge of an incredible orgasm that makes your legs shake and your pussy quiver. He follows soon after, coming inside of you so much and so hard that you can feel every single twitch of his come hitting your insides.

He, true to his words, fills you with so much cream it starts to overflow around his candy-cock, making you feel filthy and sated. It’s the best feeling in the world. His body sags against your front, the full body pressure, making you feel content and relaxed, his cock still twitching inside your overused hole. He chuckles when you mumble incoherently against his cheek, kissing every part of his face you can reach.

But he surprises once again, kissing you deep and hard until you are panting and you can feel the arousal building up back again inside of you. “And now I feast…” He says before he travels down your body and buries his face in your pussy.

Advent calendar: Day 11. Caught in a trap

Krampus x gn!reader || dom/sub (dom!reader), role-play, bondage, degradation, dirty talk, oral sex, (light) edging

You had a vendetta with Santa Claus, so you prepared a trap to get him this year. He would finally answer to your questions and maybe get kicked in the nuts. Maybe. But to your surprise and utter mortification, it’s not Santa in the trap.

Fuck. You caught the wrong monster.

There, in the middle of the forest, tangled in the bobby trap you set, there’s a krampus. A very naked, very pretty krampus suspended in midair. His body looks so graceful in the air, and his dick is hanging limp between his legs, huge and soft… Not that you are looking, you are definitely not.

“Oh my God, I’m so so so sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll release you…” You tell him, apologizing profusely over and over as you try to reach for the lights.

But he stops you with a hiss when your hand is hovering over the cord. You stop, looking at him intently as you look over him. Something inside of you is begging you to do something… something naughty.

“What if I don’t want you to release me?” He asks, his voice tense and vulnerable.

“What?” You don’t know what to say, your brain trying to catch up with his words, your body already reacting to the prospect of playing with the tied krampus in front of you. Fuck, your blood feels like it’s boiling.

He licks his lips, looking intently at you, up and down, up and down… He’s checking you out in the least subtle way possible, and his smirk shows how much he likes what he’s seeing. “What if… What if I like to be at your mercy?” He finally questions, a tremble running down your body at his words.

“Are you joking?” You finally respond, completely shook about what he’s offering. You want it more than anything. Fuck, you want that more than you need air. But… is he for real?

“I- N- No,” he stutters. “I really want you to…” He confesses in a whisper.

You never thought krampus would be so freakingly adorable, and it’s throwing you off a bit. You are as confused as him, but something inside of you is blooming with pent up tension already. Your arousal pooling on your lower abdomen as he licks his lips and you mirror him. He stares at your mouth intently, and you feel your pulse skip a beat. Yeah… You definitely want to make him insane with pleasure.

His naked body moves against the restrains, the tree he’s hanging from cracking under the movement. He looks up alarmed, but you see his dick bobbing as it fills up. Oh… someone likes a bit of danger. And it happens to be one of your kinks, too…

You stare a bit longer, not saying anything and making him squirm against the lights around his body. But you finally break the silence and ask: “Are you sure?” He nods vigorously, his horns accidentally hitting the tree behind him, making you bite your lip to hold back the laughter threatening to spill. He’s so cute, and his dick looks so good… You want to devour him. “So you really want to be mine?” You ask, a bit of truth permeating your words.

You need to remain in character, you remind yourself, this is all for him… His fantasy.

You approach his tied body slowly, pushing him a bit just to see him rock in the air as you chuckle. His dick is bobbing as he moans, precum already shining on the tip. You stop his body and grab the lights, helping him remain still as your nails travel across his exposed skin. A moan escapes his mouth again, his eyes rolling back as you touch his sensitive nipples.

When you get to his hard dick, you start jerking him off slowly until he’s a mess and his dick is completely covered in precum, pathetic and ready to burst, begging you to let him come. “You look so pathetic like that, whimpering as I jerk you off. Poor silly krampus, all horny and unable to come…” He whines again, making you chuckle. And then you can’t hold your character anymore. “I love when you are like this, honey, I love how desperate you sound, how pretty your moans are when you are about to come…” you jerk him off faster, stopping right when you feel he’s about to come, “and I stop.” He cries out your name mixed with a plea, making you feel powerful and desired. “Tell me, tell me how pathetic you are,” you order.

“I- I’m- I’m pathetic,” he stutters, your hand moving only when he’s talking. Stopping as soon as he’s done.

“Tell me you are a pathetic little monster for me to play with,” you instruct again.

“I’m your pathetic little monster…” He repeats, a groan breaking his voice at the end of the sentence when your nail presses against the slit of his dick.

“Annnnnd?” You ask, being a little shit, your finger playing with his slit until he’s whimpering constantly and his precome is oozing so abundantly that your whole hand is wet.

“For you to play with,” he finished between gritted teeth. He seems frustrated and pathetic, and you love it.

“Good boy,” you say as you lower your head and suck on the tip of his cock as a reward, making him buckle against the restraints. “Such a pretty cock, so tasty,” you tell him, slurping around his shaft and making his eyes roll back into his head as you moan around him. You know the vibrations drive him wild.

He screams your name and you grab his balls, squeezing a bit harder than necessary, loving the way he whimpers as you do so. “Are you ready to make a mess for me, honey? Are you ready to be good for me and come all over yourself like the pathetic silly monster you are?” He whimpers at your words, his head bobbing as you jerk him off faster, harder, squeezing every time you go down. “Now,” you order.

He curses like a madman, words in any language he can speak, his yes rolling back as his body tenses under your hands. He explodes with a shout, your name sounding like a prayer on his lips as he comes and comes and comes… It’s exhilarating to be the one making him come so hard, for so long. It drives you crazy with desire to know you are the one who caused it.

“Next time, I’ll tie you,” he whispers, breaking you out of your dream-state. His voice is rough after all the screaming, and you find that incredibly hot. You chuckle as you help him out of the tangle of lights, his legs buckle under him, his hooves making a comical sound as he trips and almost falls. “You’ll pay for this, you know, right?” He asks you, sending a sticky eye your way.

“Oh, yeah… I’m counting on it.”

Advent calendar: Day 10. The perfect toy

Elves (1 male, 1 female) x fem!reader || sex toys, semi-public sex, sharing is caring, (light) degradation

When you won the Santa’s factory visit, you were more than excited, and when you arrived and a beautiful elf received you with a too big smile with too many teeth and the naughtiest of looks. Your pussy quivered in anticipation. You knew you weren’t there for that, but you were hopeful some of those elves would be willing to give yourself a little… present. In the form of elf dick, or elf pussy, you weren’t picky. You’d love to try some elf genitalia right about now. That would be the best Christmas present possible.

But for now, you were about to visit the factory with a very, very beautiful elf that responded to your overexcited questions and flirted with you until your pussy was wet and tingling. She looked bored explaining things, but as soon as you tried some flirting, she picked up in your interest and gave you everything you wanted and a bit more. Her hand landed way too low in your back, her fingers gracing your ass as they guided you to the back part of the factory.

She explained how the more adult-toys were back there. You walked a bit faster, feeling a bit ashamed at het knowing laughter. You were just a horny girl, okay? You wanted to see some dildos, and maybe… maybe try some? You tried to calm your expectations knowing it might not be possible, but you definitely were going to try your shot.

As soon as you entered the back room, your senses were overwhelmed with the amount of colorful dildos all around. There were three elves working there, but one of them was particularly handsome. He looked up as soon as you walked in, and smiled knowingly. Your face must be as red as a tomato.

He walked up to you and shook your hand, not even introducing himself before asking: “You are here to try the toys, right?”

“What?” You responded, confused.

“The toys, you are the toy-trier. You won that price,” he explained.

You were definitely not the winner of that price, but you weren’t about to tell them that seeing the amount of dildos on the table and the comfy bed next to it. You did what any horny person would do, you played it cool. “Oh, yeah! Yes. That’s me.”

The elf who guided you there was looking at you with a knowing smile, not saying anything about it as the handsome one clapped his hands and said: “Great! Get naked and stretched, I want to see some human juicy pussy today.” The way he said it as if that was normal in his life made you blush harder, and made your companion laugh harder.

“Can I stay?” She asked, patting your ass and making you giggle nervously. She knew that wasn’t the price you won, but the fact that she was playing along, and even wanted to participate filled you with an extra of horniness.

The elf nodded, giving her a random dildo and pointing at you with another: “Come on, let’s get started, I don’t have all day, toy.” The way he implied the you were the toy of the day made your pussy drip, your panties already soaked as you rushed to get your clothes off. Everything was looking a lot brighter than this morning, and you couldn’t be more happy to be about to be fucked.

One point for the horny human girl.

You took your clothes faster than lightning, throwing them around without a care as they laughed at your eagerness, talking between them in soft whispers. You knew they were talking about you, but you couldn’t care less. Your pussy was pulsating in anticipation already and you were about to be fucked with special elf dildos, you were pretty sure you were about to ascend into heaven.

You lay back in the bed under their penetrating looks as you opened your legs, offering everything you had to them. You knew what they were seeing: your naked dripping pussy as you moaned. The two other elves in the room left, shaking their heads with a giggle as they passed by your naked form.

You didn’t care about them, you only cared about the two elves in front of you, each one with a different dildo.

“Let’s get the show started, the toy seems eager,” the guide said as the other laughed.

“She looks precious like that, look how wet she is,” the handsome one said, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing as you moaned and threw your head back. “She’s so responsive, we’re going to have so much fun with this new toy…”

Without preamble, they started playing with you. Four hands that were everywhere at once, your legs were shaking as one of them fingered you, the other’s thumb on your clit and two sets of mouths latching to your pointy nipples. It was so sudden you screamed in pleasure, making them chuckle against their chest as you grabbed their hair and pulled. That only made them fiercer, groping and touching every pleasure point in your body until you were so ready to be fucked your brain was turning into jelly.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted as they continued their travel around your sensitive body.

“Give the toy a toy, friend, I think she needs it,” she said as he chuckled and pulled back from the hickey he was sucking on your neck.

You felt the tip of what looked like a tentacle dildo against your pussy and two seconds later it was buried deep inside. It was fast and hard, twisting his wrist so he could hit your G-spot with every thrust. It was exhilarating and maddening, turning your body into an exposed nerve of pleasure. That was a top tier dildo if you ever tried one, making you scream in pleasure in a couple seconds.

You were almost on edge when she started sucking on your clit, the combined sensation of a warm mouth around your pearl and the tentacle dildo rubbing your special spot was all it took for you to come undone. You screamed at the top of your lungs as they moaned.

You came down into your body at the same time he took the dildo out and she pushed a new dildo inside. This one had a bulbous part at the end, just like a werewolf knot. It couldn’t fit inside of you, it was too big, but after a few thrusts, she pressed and pressed until your body gave up and it fit inside of you. She twisted it around, not thrusting, but driving you insane all the same. You came around that one next, as they rubbed your clit together.

You didn’t know where one began and the other ended, their hands were everywhere as they changed dildos over and over. You didn’t even know how many they used, driving you into orgasm after orgasm as you laid there like a rag-doll, like their human toy, as they fucked you with various dildos.

You were squeezing your pussy around a new dildo, one that looked like a mushroom, when someone entered without knocking. “Hey! The toy-trier arrived,” a new elf said. The two elves between your legs looked over their shoulder at him and laughed with mischief.

“Tell them we are already covered, we found ourselves the perfect toy,” one of them said as he pushed a new bigger dildo inside of your welcoming pussy. You moaned in ecstasy as the second one pinched your nipples.

Yeah… They found a better toy: you.

Orcs family tree

Hi there my lovelies! One more Sunday posting some lore. This is the family tree of my Orc OCs, and here you can see all the interconnections and lil hits I've been leaving around. As you can see there's a lot to unpack here, so stare at it for a while and let me know: What surprised you the most? What do you want to know more about? Let's interact :)

PS: Most of the names are Basque Country names because I'm a bit obsessed, but that's another topic, lol. Also, do you want to see more family trees? I can totally do a minotaur one!

Advent calendar: Day 9. Dinner with a show

A/N: Have you seen Monster Inc? The snow monster? Yeah. So… Hear me out.

Abominable x fem!reader || public sex, knotting, size kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, role-play, oral sex, squirting, dirty talk

Your partner for the night is an abominable, all tall and furry. You haven’t seen his dick yet, but you are more than ready to see it. You want him desperately, and the way he keeps looking your way as you walk around the bar and serve patrons, he’s not much better. He slaps your ass as you pass by him, making you let out a tiny scream followed by a cheerful laugh. You like him. He’s fun and flirty… Also big as a wall. Just the way you like your monsters.

It’s all planned, he’s supposed to grunt at you when you pass by and throw you over the next table, pushing up your long skirt and lowering your corset for everyone to see. You’ve come to love the dinner spectacle, especially being the center of attention as your pussy is pounded by the monster of the night and all the attendees stare at you. It’s exhilarating and fills all your monster fantasies, plus the exhibitionism ones.

But this one you are especially excited. You’ve never fucked an abominable, and there was something about him that was driving you insane with desire. So as soon as you feel him passing by you and hear the grunt he lets out, you pussy is dripping.

He bends you over the table, face pressed against the wood as the naga sitting in front of you lets out a strangled noise, spilling her drink all over herself as you try not to giggle. The abominable behind you is more than ready to play his part, though. Your skirt is being pushed up, and you expect to feel his dick against your entrance, as everyone else does, but it’s not that.

You feel his tongue.

A very big and wet tongue against your pussy that makes you scream as you writhe in pleasure over the table. Your hands grab the edge of the table for dear life as he starts fucking you with his way too long tongue, hitting your G-spot with the pointy tip and making you see stars. It doesn’t last much, but it’s enough to have you dripping with desire at the edge of what feels like an earth shattering orgasm.

He pulls back with a smack of his slips, like he’s savoring how you taste as he leans over your body and grabs you by the hair, carefully but securely. He pushes you up, at the same time he pushes his huge dick inside of you. Good luck you are more than used to monster sizes, because he feels like he’s going to rip you in two.

You can feel him at the back of your throat, and as he pushes your body up you can feel his dick going deeper. And deeper. And even deeper until you can barely breath as he kisses your neck and pulls your corset down, spilling your boobs as one of his hands pinches your nipples and makes you clench around him.

He roars at the sensation, and you feel powerful for a total of two seconds before he starts bouncing your body over his dick. His arm is holding you up by your middle, bouncing you on his dick, when his other hand grabs the skirt and pushes it up, exposing your dripping spread pussy to everyone to see. The attendees cheer and clap, some of them already jerking themselves, some of them looking expectantly as you are fucked within an inch of your life.

You’ve never felt like that before. You’ve fucked many, many monsters, but somewhat he feels better, bigger. He feels fucking fantastic inside of you as he keeps hitting every single pleasure point at once. His thrusts are controlled and hard, his sharp teeth against your ear when he starts talking, only for you to hear.

“I bet you look sinful, all spread and being fucked. They are loving it, they are loving seeing your lush human body being bounced on my giant dick. And you love it too, don’t you? Of course you do, you are a dirty, dirty woman. You love monster cock, you are dripping around my cock, I can feel how my balls are getting wet with your juices…” His words are making something inside of you shake. None of the others talked dirty to you, and you had suck a weak spot for that. Fuck. “Such a… Dirty. Little. Whore,” he punctuates each word with a thrust and your brain short-circuits.

You come around him without warning, your body sizing as he keeps holding you down for everyone to see, grabbing you by the legs and pushing them up, exposing you even more. Everyone cheer with your orgasm, some of the attendees coming at the same time as you do. Normally it would end there, but tonight…

Tonight you are going to be knotted for the first time.

“Are you ready, little whore? Are you ready to be knotted with my abominable dick?” You nod vehemently, bobbing your head so fast you almost get dizzy.

He chuckles, and you feel something even bigger than his dick pressing against your entrance. It feels massive, but you are so stretched and relaxed after your orgasm that it only takes him a couple more thrust to fit inside of you. It expands even bigger, locking against your G-spot as you feel the first shot of his come inside of you.

And something breaks.

You feel your body convulsing as you start squirting all over the place, splashing all the attendees in the table you are being fucked in front of, the naga from before screaming scandalized as someone laughs. The sounds of the crowd are deafening as you squirt all over the place, and he roars behind you, his come filling you to the brim, some of it slipping around his big knot and making a mess of his fur. You don’t care. You can’t care. The pleasure you are in is so big, so high, you feel like your body doesn’t belong to you anymore.

You hear the clapping sounds as everyone congratulates you loudly, you are half limp over his knot as he still comes one more time. His knot deflates and the crowd gets crazy when he pulls out and they see the amount of cum leaking out of you. You are so tired you can’t hold yourself up, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s covering you and holding you against his warm body, holding you close as he walks with you to the back room.

“Well… That went incredibly, if I say so myself,” he says with a chuckle, sitting on a big sofa with you sprawled across his chest.

“Wow…” It’s the only thing you can say as he laughs harder, the movement making some more of his cum to leak out of you, making you moan.

That draws his attention back to your used hole. “I think your pussy is my new favorite place,” he whispers against your ear as he pushes his come back inside with his finger. You moan again, and he chuckles. “I will give you a break, but just know I’ll be fucking you dumb again... Soon.”

With his promise, you fall asleep on top of him.

Advent calendar: Day 8. Red-nosed liar

A/N: I planned for this to be rougher but turned out to be super mega soft. Enjoy? PS: I hope Patreon doesn’t turn this one down, I’m very sorry there’s a few missing stories. :(

Were-reindeer x fem!reader || soft sex, marking

You’ve been friends with him for a long time. At first it was a surprise he was a were-reindeer, but the first time he tried to lie to you and his nose turned incredibly red, you almost died laughing. His embarrassment only making the whole thing funnier. But after that, you couldn’t get away from him. You were inseparable, like covalent bonds or something.

Until it became… more.

At least for you it did. You were completely head over heels for him, his fucking crocked smile and cute furry horns made you want to kiss him senseless over and over. But you didn’t know if he felt the same way, and you were a bit tired of waiting for him to give you some kind of signal.

And then you didn’t have to wait anymore.

You are helping him get his bookshelf re-organized. He changed his mind, once again, and wants his books by genre instead of alphabetical order. So there you are, helping him re-do it without a complaint because, truth be told, you love organizing shit. And he knows it.

You are in the middle of it when he grunts: “You should stop being so perfect.” You look at him surprised, your face red and your heart beating fast. The despair in his voice making a spark of hope bloom inside your chest.

And before you can think twice about it, you ask: “Do you… Do you like me?”

“No!” He exclaims, but his nose turns so red you can’t hold back a giggle, all the tension in your body melting at the realization that your feelings aren’t one-sided.

“You are a lying liar,” you say as you grab him by his head and pull him down enough to kiss his open mouth.

He groans against your lips and takes control of the kiss, deepening it and fucking your mouth the same way you wish he was fucking your pussy. You moan, trying to get him as close as possible to your body. He goes willingly, hugging you so tightly it’s almost hard to breath, but you’ve never felt so good before. You’ve been dreaming about kissing the stupid were-reindeer forever.

It gets heated fast, his hands under your thighs, urging you up until you are wrapped around him and your needy center is rubbing against his very hard dick. You moan against his neck, biting down and making his legs buckle under him, almost sending you both to the ground. You giggle as he walks to his room, his steps measured to not drop you as you continue kissing and licking the column of his neck.

“If you keep doing that this is going to end a lot sooner than we both expect,” he moans when you suck a bit harder, his dick twitching against you.

“I’ve been told were-reindeers have a pretty good refractory-period, we’ll be okay,” you mumble against his ear and drive right in to bite his neck again.

You know you are being a bit feral, kissing and biting until his neck is almost purple, the marks of your passion right there for everyone to see. It makes you hot, knowing you can mark him like that. He drops you to the bed, a very big wet patch against his jeans as he stares down at you.

You throw your shirt over your head and your bra follows. “Your turn,” you urge. You stare at him as he does as told, his furry chest making your heart beat faster.

He takes off his pants at the same time he does, and soon his body is covering yours, warm and soft as he starts kissing you again. It’s exhilarating to finally be kissing him, to finally be sharing him

He’s rubbing against your wet pussy, his dick sliding up and down your seam and the friction making your brain turn into jelly. In one of his thrusts, the tip of his dick slips inside your pussy and you groan like a whore, throwing your head back and clenching around him. He screams your name and you feel something very wet inside of you.

“Did you just come untouched?” You ask him, a big smile on your lips.

“No,” he answers with a mumble. You laugh when his nose starts shining bright red. “Ugh, I hate the fucking nose,” he says, burying his face against your neck, your hips moving against his dick still buried inside of you. He groans, and you feel his dick twitch, rapidly filling up.

“Fuck me, you silly were-reindeer,” you say, kissing his bright nose.

He pushes forward and you groan, his dick hitting deep and hard as he starts fucking you like a madman. You are chanting his name as he tells you how good your pussy feels, how fucking glad he is that you are willingly loving someone as silly as him.

And it’s perfect. It’s fun and hot and marvelous, and when you feel the telltale sign of your orgasm approaching, you try to tell him, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a broken groan that sounds similar to his name.

You came around him messily, convulsing under his body as he fucks you through it, and when you are trembling with aftershocks, his second orgasm fills you to the brim, until you are limp under his body and you can’t think of anything but his awesome dick.

“Wow,” you let out, breathing hard against his neck, licking one of the hickeys you left there earlier. He shivers and you giggle.

“I love you,” he whispers back, making your heart skip a beat again.

“I love you, too, red-nosed liar.”

Advent calendar: Day 7. Snow queen

A/N: Second fem!monster this month? Yes. And I regret nothing, I’m all for monster girls and I think everyone should be, too. Enjoy!

Fem!Snow monster x male!reader || pegging, temperature play, (light) dom/sub, oral sex

Your snow queen was magnificent, with her blue-ish skin and white hair. With the sharpest teeth and the most beautiful face. She towered over everyone because she was that tall, and it did it for you. All her monster features made her so fucking hot you desired her over anyone else. Over your own species.

So seeing her in front of you, dick in her mouth… it was insanely arousing, much more than anything had ever been before you met her.

Her cool mouth wrapped around your length as you moaned her name. It was exhilarating, the contrast of your warm body against her cold one, the way she never warmed enough and every touch sent shivers down your spine. You’d never felt something like that, and it was driving you completely insane. You tried to fuck her mouth, but she held you still as she took as much and as far as she wanted, groaning around your shaft. She was enjoying it as much as you, and that made you even hotter.

And when her cold finger found your hole, your brain short-circuited and you moaned so loud she stopped her sucking around your cock, looking up and making you choke in a breath. She looked magnificent there, in front of you, sucking you off. And you were about two seconds away from blowing your load into her welcoming mouth.

But she didn’t let you. She pulled back a second before you orgasmed. “No, no, no, my little morsel. You can only come when I tell you… And I want you to be begging for it before I even consider it. Is that clear?” She asked as she got up, towering over you as you nodded, a tiny whimper escaping your mouth. “Such a good boy for me. Now turn around and present yourself, I need to prep your tiny hole for my ice dick,” her nonchalant tone made you fill with anticipation, your hole twitching over air as you did as you were told.

She chuckled, positioning herself behind you and pouring some kind of lube over your crack. You whined at the cold contact and she slapped your ass playfully. You moaned, feeling your whole body reacting to that stimulation. You didn’t know you were into spanking, but she was teaching you a lot about yourself. She was so fierce and powerful, and you felt so dainty and submissive right there and then. It was driving you insane with pleasure.

And then she hit that special spot inside of you that made you arch your back and groan so loud and deep it, she laughed, as surprised as you. “Right there?” She asked rhetorically, hitting that spot over and over until your eyes rolled back into your head and your body quivered, almost there. “Come on, you’ve been so good, my little morsel, come for me.”

Just like a switch, she said the words and your body exploded into a thousand pieces of pleasure, throwing yourself over the edge and screaming her name like the desperate soul you were.

You were still coming, in the longest orgasm known to humankind, when you felt the tip of a cold dick at your entrance. “Are you ready?” She asked, your face was pressed against the mattress but you could hear the smile in her voice. You nodded, a big groan leaving your mouth when you tried to respond. And that was enough for her.

She pushed inside your welcoming heat, the contrast between the cold dick and your warm insides making you shiver at the same time she caressed your ass. She was being so careful and so unlike herself, so caring, that you were a bit confused. But the confusion was easily erased by the constant pressure of her dick inside your needy hole.

By the time she bottomed out, you were already hard again, your dick feeling oversensitive and spent, but it was so good you couldn’t hold yourself back from rocking your hips against the mattress. She kept telling you how good you were, how great you were doing and how beautiful you looked falling apart under her. Her words only added fuel to your already overheating body, and you could feel how her ice dildo slowly defrosted inside of you, water adding friction to her thrusts.

“There, there, there,” you chanted when she switched her hips and hit your prostate.

She kissed your head, pulling at your hair so your back would be even more arched. You probably looked sinful like that, hole stretched around her ice dick and back arched like a bitch in heat. And you loved it. “Are you going to come for me again?” She teased, her cold hands finding your nipples and flicking them, making you scream her name like a prayer. “Are you going to be my good little morsel?” She added, her pet name making you close your eyes to avoid coming.

But she was having none of it.

Her freezing hand found your erection and she started a punishing pace, jerking you as she fucked into your hole, hitting your prostate and squeezing your dick just the right way to have you spilling in less than three seconds. You came. And came. And came. A pool of come forming under your body as she milked every little drop of your seed, until your brain was fuzzy and her soft giggles warmed everything back again.

Loving your monster queen was more than welcomed when she fucked you until your brain shut down.

Exclusive Advent Calendar 1: Do you like my decoration?

A/N: If you know what video I’m referring to with the title please let me know because I think it’s the funniest shit ever. This contains many wood/holiday puns, you have been warned. Also note this is a fat reader, even tho the monster calls her “little human” because he’s very tall. Also thanks to the discord babes because the idea of making this monster came from there. <3

Dryad (Christmas tree) x fat fem!reader || inappropriate use of Christmas lights (bondage), (light) dom/sub, (light) dirty talk

It was the beginning of December when your new house far away from home started looking extra cold and sad. The holidays were approaching and you couldn’t go back home, so you decided a tree would make you feel a little bit better. You googled where was the closest tree farm in your area and were in your car before you could overthink it.

You arrived there, and you could almost taste the tension in the air. There was a weird aura in that place, but you tried not to think about it too hard because you wanted a fucking tree. And next farm was very far away and you weren’t about to go there. You were going to get a tree ASAP.

You walked around for a few minutes, but they all seemed the exact same to you, but there was one at the side that was on sale, with Christmas lights and all over it. “I’ll take this one. Are the lights included?” You asked the naga seller.

He smirked at you in a way that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up, a shiver running down your back. “Yes, ma’am. The price includes both.” You nodded and he helped you carry it to your car, chuckling all the while, making you extra nervous.

Weirdly enough, when you were leaving the farm, he smirked at you in the creepiest way possible and told you to “have fun with it”. What kind of random shit was that? You left the farm stepping on the gas a bit more than necessary, just to get as far away as possible from the creepy naga.

You set the tree as one does, adjusting the lights so it would look the prettiest on your living room as you sat with a glass of wine and petted your lovely cat in your lap. You were right, the tree made everything more holiday-ish already. It felt a bit more like you could enjoy your time even if it was freezing outside.

You fell asleep there, the warmth and the effort of carrying the tree into your house leaving you tired as fuck.

You woke up with a huge breaking sound, making you jump from the sofa. “What was that?” You asked your cat, as startled as you. You looked to your right to see the tree gone. There was no tree there, just a naked… dryad?

“YOU ARE NOT A TREE!” You screamed, not knowing what to do, just staring at him like he was… well, a naked monster in your living room.

Your tree just became a living creature. A naked living creature tied by fairy lights in the middle of your living room. How could something like that even happen? Your luck was once again shitty. Great.

He looked at you from the floor, struggling to get out of his unfortunate restrains. “But not deaf, good Goddess don’t scream like that,” he complained, moving like a worm and making you burst out laughing at the absurdity of your life. “Great, now she went mad,” he mumbled under his breath as he tried and failed to get out of the lights mess. “A little hand?” He asked, looking at you as the pine leaves of his hair moved with his struggles. He looked anything but threatening and your body relaxed instantly.

You helped him get off the lights and stand up. He was so tall you felt dainty next to him. You tried not to ogle him, but he was such a pretty monster, with all his brownish skin and rough ridges along his body. You avoided the part you wanted to look at more, knowing it would be rude to stare at his… log. You giggled internally at your analogy, feeling silly and cheerful for no reason.

“How did you end up in a tree farm?” You asked to distract yourself from his phenomenal physique.

“Fucking Harold kidnapped me last year as his centerpiece for the holidays, and then forgot about me. So this year he decided to set me up for sale,” he explained with an edge of anger and despair in his voice.

You looked at him for a second, and your instincts told you to hug him. You weren’t a touchy person, but the defeat in his voice made you want to do it. So you did. You stepped into his personal space and hugged him tightly, naked and all. He stiffened, as tense as a tree (pun intended). But soon he was relaxing in your embrace and wrapping his wooden arms around your soft body, melting against your front.

You stayed like that for a while, not talking, just soaking in each other’s warmth as the holidays didn’t seem so gray anymore. It was like he made you feel better just being there.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” You asked him when you pulled apart. He shook his head, looking at the floor and looking as pathetic as possible, making your heart go all soft. “Then you’ll stay with me for the holidays. Then we’ll figure it out, okay?” You also didn’t know where that offer came from, you liked your own space and solitary.

“Okay,” he accepted, feeling pitiful for himself. You patted his arm and passed him a glass of wine, pouring another one for yourself. You both needed it.

Suddenly, having a dryad roommate was weirder than you expected.

He was really nice, and his cheerful spirit made your usual grumpy self feel a bit better about the holidays away from home. For some reason your cat loved him, and spent most of its time trying to get his attention. And truth be told, so did you. He was intoxicating, his bubbly personality balancing your bad mood because of the cold. You bought him clothes (all holiday themed per his request), and you started to bond.

You’d never felt so close to another being. Not even your last boyfriend with who you were for over four years. It was like something was pulling you to him and him to you. It was so much deeper than you’d ever felt and made your insides all gooey and warm every time you looked at his smiley wooden face.

Days passed, and you feared the time where you would have to part ways, when you’d have to help him find a way back to his home or wherever he wanted to go. But, once again, he surprised you:

“So, are we going to talk about our sexual tension or what?” He blurted out as you two were cleaning the room.

You turned around to look at him so fast you almost fell. “What?!”

He looked at you with the silliest grin on his face as he moved his hands animatedly: “I want to fuck you, you want to fuck me. We should be a couple!” You were flabbergasted.

“How- How can you be so blunt?” You finally asked, your brain running a mile per minute.

He sighed as if your question is painful. “Subtlety has taken me nowhere. I’ve been trying to kiss you for days and you seem so obvious to my advances…” You gaped at him, did he really? “A dryad has his needs, little human,” he finished.

“What?” You repeated, feeling particularly dumb. You tried looking back at your interaction and he did seem a lot more touchy free and closer to you as usual, but you blamed it on his cheerful self. You didn’t know a beautiful dryad like him would be interested in a human like you.

Your inner struggles were blown away when he enunciated very slowly: “I want to bury my log in your chimney.” Your brain shot all kinds of alarms as you laughed in the ugliest way possible at his words. He didn’t just say that. Oh goddess. And why was it working? Fuck. You were a goner for that stupid dryad that invaded your life and made it so much brighter.

“I- I-” You tried but started laughing once again.

“I’m glad you find me hilarious, I am.” That only made you laugh harder.

After a while, when you calmed down enough to breathe properly and your tummy was hurting because of the fit of laughter, he approached you slowly. “Can I kiss you now?” He asked, serious and hopeful at the same time.

“Please,” you let out in a breath that he caught right as it was leaving your mouth when he leaned down and claimed your mouth.

You two kissed desperately. You gave and took everything. It was the filthiest and most romantic kiss you’d ever felt, and as you caressed his rough tongue with your soft one, you couldn’t avoid moaning against his mouth. He pulled back, amusement clear in his face as you cursed and grabbed him by the branches of his hair, pulling him down to claim his mouth once again.

You two made out like needy teenagers as his hands traveled up and down your body, probing and groping until you were pulling at his branches so hard he pulled away with a groan, his eyes blown wide with pent up sexual frustration.

He looked you up and down as he licked his lips slowly, making your heart skip a beat as your pussy got wetter. “Want to know a secret? I love juicy women like you, especially when they are tied and at my mercy,” he told you with a wink. You gaped at him, unable to form words in response. “Don’t you want to know how it feels to be fucked by a dryad, little human? How my log fits so perfectly inside your warm channel?” You nodded vehemently, your body responding faster than your brain can process it. “Undress for me, show me all that luscious curves and soft flesh.”

You obeyed, your body trembling in anticipation as he did the same. You had already seen him naked, back when he first arrived to your life, but it was so much different now. He was undressing for you. He was undressing because you two were going to fuck. Oh goddess… You were going to fuck a monster. The part of your brain obsessed with monster romances was screaming in joy as you pulled your panties down and stared at his glorious tree-like form.

“Want to play a game, little human?” He asked, a mischievous smirk on his wooden mouth. You nodded, a choked breath leaving your lips when he approached and his hands found your boobs. He started playing with your nipples, pinching until you felt like you were dripping down your legs. Fuck. But he kept talking as if he wasn’t driving you insane: “I’m going to tie you up, so this time you are the pretty holiday tree. And then…”

“And then what?” You urged, your pulse skyrocketing as you pressed your tights together trying to get some friction in your desperate center.

He chuckled at your eagerness. “And then I fuck you until you light up brighter than the lights,” he promised and you shivered in response as he walked out and came back with the strip of fairy lights around his arm.

He walked you to the bed and started wrapping the lights carefully around your body, framing your boobs and your soft tummy. Being extra careful with your belly rolls not to pinch anything. Copping a feel of your pussy when he framed your lower lips with the improvised rope. It felt wonderful.

By the time he was done, you were panting in desperation, your pussy tingling and your clit asking for attention. You begged and moaned, his hands caressing every inch of your body as you couldn’t move. He was being so soft and slow with you, taking his time to enjoy every bit he could, as if you were precious… And he made you feel like you were.

“You look stunning like that, my little human. All light up and ready to take my wood,” you were so focused on his hands on your body that you didn’t even laugh at the pun.

He positioned his dark rod right at your entrance, looking into your eyes as he started pushing inside. He felt massive inside, so big and wide you almost thought he was going to split you in two. But he kept going as you breathed through your mouth, feeding you millimeter by millimeter of his cock as you panted. When he was fully inside you moaned deeply, feeling every ridge of him so deep you were about to explode without him even moving.

But he wasn’t having any of that. He wanted more. (And so did you.)

He grabbed onto the lights around your middle and used it like a leash, keeping you still as he fucked into your welcoming pussy and you screamed his name over and over. Not being able to move but feeling every inch of him at the same time was driving you insane. His constant pounding and the bouncing of your tits, combined with the pressure of the ropes around your body was exhilarating in a completely new way.

You kept chanting more, more, more, as he delivered over and over. He was fucking you like a piston, the rough ridges of his lower abdomen rubbing against your clit as his dick hit your G-spot. You were seeing stars in front of your eyes, going crazy with pleasure.

“Come on, little human, come for me,” he growled against your ear, pulling at the ropes just enough to move your body and hit so deep inside of you, you discovered the true meaning of the holidays in one big orgasm.

Lights and fireworks went off in your head as you came messily around his wooden dick, his grunts and moans adding fuel to your fire until you were nothing but an exposed nerve of pleasure. Every touch, every new thrust as he looked for his pleasure… When he came, it send you over the edge all over again, an orgasm so deep and hard it left you trembling and breathless.

“I hope you know that meant you are mine now, and we are repeating that as soon as you wake up.” He chuckled against your ear as you fell asleep with a smile on your lips, lights still around your body.

Needless to say, he woke you up with a morning wood (pun intended).

Advent calendar: Day 5. Alien discovers Christmas

Fem!alien x fem!reader || 69-ing, oral sex, sensory deprivation (blindfolds), soft dom/sub, squirting

“What do you mean there’s a big human coming into your house as you sleep!? That’s burglary!” You suppress a laugh, trying not to be mean at her obvious confusion. “How can you be so calm about this? I need to get my weapons, I need to prepare for this big red man that’s going to come and enter our house. I need to protect you,” she was spiraling into a frenzy.

You get up, standing right in front of her, grabbing her face in your hands and making her lean down so you can stare into her completely white eyes as you say: “Hey, hey. Calm down. It’s not a real man, okay? It’s a kid’s tale. An excuse for humans to give each other presents and believe there’s a bit of magic and joy in the world, okay?” She breathes a bit easier after the explanation and you congratulate yourself for a crisis averted. One more point for the human, yay!

“Then you are lying to your young?” She asks, once again confused with what you just said, which is very valid because when you put it like that it does sound a bit weird.

You think about it and let out a chuckle. “Yeah, we kind of are.”

“That seems rude and mean. They are so tiny and weak…” She looks almost disgusted when she says it, as if the mere thought of kids repulses her. You have to hug her and hide your face in her neck to avoid bursting out laughing. She’s so funny without even trying to, you can feel the love you feel for her filling every crevice of your heart.

But then you remember. “Do you want your present now? Normally we don’t open them till morning, but you aren’t human so… We can make our own rules.” Truth be told, you only want her to open the present because the possessive tone and willingness to protect you made you kind of hot. And her present involved a lot of hotness in your future.

“You have a present?” She asks, surprised.

“Oh yeah… A present you are going to love,” you tell her with a smirk. She looks at you and responds with another smirk of her own, her very long and pointy fangs showing and making a tremor run down your back. Fuck, she’s so hot in all her otherworldliness.

“Is that so, my love?” You bet she already knows it’s going to be something sexual, but you don’t care she knows, it’s not a surprise that you enjoy her body as often as possible, you are obsessed with your alien girlfriend. Who could blame you? She’s gorgeous.

You pull away from her body and start taking out her clothes. “Let’s go to our room and I’ll show you…” You take everything and when her pants are around her knees, you exclaim: “Race you!” You know you are playing dirty as she gets out a curse behind you. You laugh all the way to the bedroom.

You make it to the room and she’s there not two seconds later, a trail of clothes in the hallway as she enters the room with a predatory look in her eyes. But that’s not in your plans for tonight.

She’s usually the one in charge, but you want this to be about her. That’s your gift, a whole night pleasuring only her. “Lay down, eyes closed,” you order, trying to be as authoritative as possible (which isn’t much). She lets out a chuckle, making you smile at her as she complies.

Both of you know she could overpower you at any time, her physique so much better than yours. But you also know she’s not going to do it, and that makes you even hotter. It’s exhilarating to know such a powerful alien would surrender all the power and trust to a human like you, it makes your pussy tingle in anticipation of what’s to come.

“I’m going to cover your eyes so you can’t see anything, okay?” She nods, her eyes still closed, her hands pinned to the bed as you caress the sides of her body until she shivers. She’s so pretty you want to scream.

You cover her eyes with the silk ribbon you bought for this special occasion, it has wintery motives and you loved it when you saw it, already picturing it against her pale blue-ish skin. It looks better than you expected against her skin, and you want nothing else but to lean down and kiss her breathless.

So you do. You two kiss until her hands find your ass and she starts groping you. You pull away with a laugh, taking her hands back to the bed. “Nothing of that, this is about you.” She nods in understanding, but you don’t have to see her eyes to know that’s not the end of the discussion. But she doesn’t say anything as you start touching her naked body.

She twitches when your cold fingers find her flower shaped nipples, startled for a second, and you grin in triumph. You travel your fingers down her body, tracing the patters of her war tattoos as she gasps every time you go over one of her sensitive ridges. It’s so hot to see her so pliant and vulnerable, you are dripping wet already.

She speaks up as you kiss the side of her hip, making you stop for a second at her words: “I can smell your desire, my love… Let me do something about it.” The innuendo is clear in her tone and you have to focus really hard not to say yes instantly. You want that so, so bad.

“You aren’t in control today,” you remind her. “This is your present.” You say it for her, but most of all you say it to yourself. This is all about her.

“What better present that to have your sweet cunt over my mouth, riding my face?” Her words send a shiver down your spine, a tiny whine escaping before you can contain it. She chuckles and you curse under your breath, making her laugh harder.

So you play dirty, once again. You open her legs and dip your head. “You are a very cocky alien to be so wet already,” you say as you lean down and lick over her juices. She screams your name as she arches her back, making you feel powerful.

You have no mercy when you start using all your tricks to make her lose her mind, your hands cupping her small boobs as you pinch her nipples and use your tongue to play with her opening. Aliens like her don’t have a clit, but her pussy is so sensitive she can come over and over just with your tongue (fact that you take advantage of as much as possible).

You get her to come twice before you feel the switch in her body, the way she tenses and your belly fills with anticipation. “Come here,” she says. Her tone already tells you lost, there’s no way she would use that tone if she wasn’t going to take control.

And she does.

She pulls the blindfold off and manhandles you until your pussy is over her face and your face is over her pussy. You’ve never tried 69 before, but as soon as her tongue finds your clit, you are seeing stars and screaming her name until our throat feels raw. Then you remember you are supposed to be returning the favor.

Fuck, it’s so hard to focus when her extra long tongue is hitting your G-spot and her fangs are gracing your clit in a way that feels dangerous but so fucking hot you are about to explode.

“You are too good, fuck, I don’t know if I’ll last,” you warn her as you start moving your hips against her face. She grunts in agreement, her tongue moving faster and her fingers finding your asshole at the same time her other hand flicks one of your nipples.

It takes you less than three seconds to be coming messily around her tongue. But she doesn’t stop there. Of course she doesn’t, she is obsessed with your taste and once she gets her tongue against you, she wouldn’t stop until you’ve come at least five times (which you enjoy greatly), but right now, with her pussy in front of your face, you can’t focus enough.

Fuck.

You can’t let her win this, you promised yourself, this would be about her. It’s her gift. You lean down with renovated vigor as you try to bring her to climax as fast as possible, using all the tricks in your sleeve as she does the same.

Good Goddess. Why does he have to be so fucking good with her tongue?

You keep going, using your fingers to touch the soft area right below her opening, the part of her that makes her scream and thrash around the bed every time you use your special dildo with her. She gasps around your clit, two of her fingers inside of your cunt, rubbing your G-spot until your eyes black out and you come messily once again.

She continues her orgasms quest as you renovate your efforts, which are rewarded when two seconds later she screams against your pussy and you feel the gush of fluid coming out of her. You lap at it like it’s the best meal possible, and she thrashes under you, almost throwing you off her body, but you hold tight as you start finger her.

Her voice is hoarse, but she keeps fucking you with two fingers, his thumb against your asshole, and when she enters your back door, you scream and something inside of you breaks. You feel the gush of squirt all over her as she gasps and stops moving, as surprised as you.

You both are breathing fast and hard by the time you stop coming. She turns your limp body around and stares at your face. She looks so fucked out, all wet and glassy eyed, you have to moan.

“I didn’t know you could do that, my love,” she says. There’s amazement in her voice, and you feel almost embarrassed. The pillows are soaked, her face and hair, too. Fuck. You didn’t even know you were a squirter.

“I didn’t know I could,” you answer truthfully, resting your head against her chest, listening to the melodic rhythm of her three hearts.

“I guess it’s a big man miracle,” she blurts out, making you laugh until your stomach hurts.

“A Christmas miracle, not a big man miracle,” you correct, your laughter making it hard for you to form words. When you calm down enough, you look up at her with soft eyes and ask: “Did you like your present?” There’s an edge of vulnerability in your voice.

She doesn’t disappoint, answering you with every ounce of sexiness she has. “Oh yes… I very much liked it. I’m going to get you doing that as soon as you recover,” she tells you, kissing your head and making you moan at the possibilities.

Best holidays ever.

Advent calendar: Day 4. Snow Elemental

Snow elemental x fem!reader || temperature play, special peen, groping, dirty talk (light), praise kink

You’ve been dating a snow elemental for a couple months when you feel like it’s time for you to get to the next level. You’ve been dying to suck his dick for the past week, and he’s been giving you excuses and leaving early every time you hang out. You are a bit desperate, and you can’t keep fucking your dildo as if its his dick. You don’t want a plastic substitute anymore.

But all starts to make a bit more sense when next time you are making out on his sofa, you start grinding against his dick and he moans brokenly. You lower your hand, more than ready to touch him, when he stops you and pulls away from the kiss. He looks concerned, and that makes you worried. He gets up and you follow, staring into each other in what feels like a pivotal movement in your relationship.

“I have something to tell you,” he says, his tone suddenly too serious. Nerves flutter in your tummy as you fear the worst.

“What?” You ask him, worried and confused by the sudden stop of your horny activities. Your pussy is still wet and you are more than needy.

But then he says: “My dick... It’s not like human dicks.”

“What do you mean?” You question, blinking slowly and trying not to react at his words.

“You know I’m an elemental and I… Other parts of me can become human-ish, but this… My dick can’t. It’s special.” He sounds worried, as if it’s been a deal breaker before, and that makes you mad at his behalf.

“Show me.” Interest and curiosity picking inside of you until you are almost vibrating. Does that mean you get to see his dick? Goddess, you hope it does.

“Are you sure?” You nod, curiosity and anticipation fighting a battle inside of you. “Okay… I- My last human girlfriend… She didn’t like it.” He confirms your suspicions. “And it’s okay. We can find other ways if you dislike it, okay?” You nod again, confused at his nerves. How weird can it be? He lowers his pants and it takes a second for you to understand what you are looking at.

Well… it is weird.

You stare for a few seconds, and then you let out in a choked breath: “An icicle?”

“Ye-yes. Do you… Do you dislike it?” His voice is so vulnerable you want to hug him. But seeing him all hard and a pearl of… snow (?) on the tip of his dick gives you a better idea. You are dying to taste that.

You don’t give him enough time to react before you are pushing him back onto the sofa and dropping to your knees in front of him. You launch for his dick like the desperate human you are and he lets out the most guttural moan when your hot mouth wraps around his cold shaft. You are almost worried he’s literally going to melt, but he’s not.

He’s only moaning over you as his hands find your hair and he starts to move his hips in and out of your mouth in short thrusts. He’s praising your mouth, your face, everything about you as he loses his mind. It’s amazing to be the one bringing him so much pleasure he forgot everything about his self-doubt, his hips thrusting faster and harder against your greedy mouth as you slurp around the snowy precum he’s letting out. You groan around him and he screams your name.

“I can’t- I can’t hold back much longer. Oh fuck, your mouth…” He says it like a prayer and you feel so powerful you look up at him just in time to see his snow-white face start fuming as he blushes and starts to come in your mouth.

It tastes almost like ice cream, the ones they scrap the ice and add some syrup on top, and it’s fucking delicious. You slurp around him until he’s dry and you pull back, smiling at him as you lick your lips trying to get a last taste of him.

“Come here,” he pleads.

His voice is low and you can see the evaporation leaving his head as a tiny cloud. You are always amazed at his powers, but that one makes you want to giggle because he’s so cute when he’s so horny there’s literal clouds on top of his head.

You sit on his lap and feel his dick twitching, getting hard again. “Already?” You ask, surprised. Your pussy is already tingling by the idea of him fucking you.

“Why, my lovely little human, do you want to be fucked by a snow elemental?” You nod eagerly, circling your hips over his icicle until you are panting. “You were so good, your mouth felt like paradise around me,” he whispers against your ear, his fingers traveling down until they slip inside your dripping panties. His fingers are always so cold you shiver, but it feels like melting as soon as he touches your clit. “Such a wet little pussy for me, you are so good,” he keeps talking. You are gasping for breath, your brain fuzzy with desire as he touches your hot center.

You expected a lot of sexy things, but you weren’t expecting him to rip off a hole in your crotch until your pussy is bare to his eyes. You gasp, but he wastes no time in positioning himself, impaling his icicle in you in one long thrust as he grabs your hips and starts helping you ride him.

You bounce on his dick like a rodeo rider, throwing your head back and enjoying (finally) the pleasure of having him inside of you. It’s even better than you expected, his icicle feels cold and slippery inside of you, but so great and ridged it’s driving you to another dimension entirely.

It’s fast and hard, and exhilarating. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before and the most amazing at the same time. It’s completely new and hot and cold and your brain is melting (which is ironic seeing as you have an ice dick in your pussy). He’s grunting every time your bottom hits his lap, and when your legs start getting weak, he starts thrusting up at the same time as he helps you move your hips.

“Come on gorgeous, come for me. Let me feel how good your pussy feels against my ice…” His words resonate inside your brain like a weird pull, drawing your pleasure to the peak and making you convulse around him as he screams your name.

You come at the same time, and you can feel the snow filling your pussy to the brim as he comes and comes and comes… You feel about to burst, as he sags against the sofa, your body pressed against his cold front, making your overheated body calm down a bit.

“I guess you did like my dick,” he says with a chuckle, making you laugh against his neck.

“You can say that,” you respond, amused.