Welcome to my little corner of the internet. As I'm getting ready to post a lot more stuff, this post shall serve as your guide on my page.
Just here to find the Masterlist? Here you go.
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Here's some things that you should know:
1. While I do occasionally write pure fluff and lore dumps that are SFW, my overall page is NSFW and 18+, therefore if you're a minor, please do us both a favor and do not interact.
2. I place my "read more" the way I do on purpose! It's to make sure you have to consciously agree to view the full, often NSFW, content instead of getting it shoved in your face, maybe even while you're in public. It also helps keep posts on my blog short and somewhat tidy.
3. I have a chronic need to over-explain myself and my content, resulting in long posts and long notes. Thanks anxiety™.
4. English is not my first language. I like to think I'm decent at it but I am not entirely confident about tenses and punctuation. I also just like to use a comma after every second word because my native language has so many rules on it and I'm low-key an idiot.
5. I write mostly for myself and just wanna throw my stuff out there. I love input and constructive criticism, so please don't be shy but don't be mean either!
6. I usually obsessively scan for typos and grammar issues (because anxiety and immersion) but I don't always catch everything, so I'm happy to be corrected, as long as it's not aggressive. (｡•́︿•̀｡)
7. I am open to suggestions and requests, although I don't take full on commissions (free or paid). I used to be a commission writer back in the day and I do currently really value my creative freedom.
8. Alongside random content, I like to depict my own, original characters (OCs) in different situations and dynamics. Sort of like an AU, except there is no original story. It's kinda like writing reader-insert FFs of my own characters, I guess.
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Content, TWs and Tags:
I will try to provide anything that's needed to know on my posts but in case you just randomly stumbled upon my profile and this is the first post you see...
My main content and topics will always be Monsters and Smut.
• Other things that are good to know:
The reader is gender neutral, if not, I will state it. Usually the reader plays a submissive role and has female genitalia, although sometimes I will add variations. If you want me to specifically write one with male genitalia or a dominant role in mind, please feel free to reach out!
• Additional topics may be:
BDSM, Power Dynamics, Height Differences, Overstimulation, Dub-Con, illogical anatomy (if ya know, ya know), an insane amount of cum, etc.
↑ I will extend this list if needed.
Things that may trigger trauma or are extreme, even in my eyes, I will definitely state with a trigger warning, so please pay attention to avoid getting hurt.
I love the dick types that hide. You don't know what you're getting.
You could be making out with a merman, having your hands wander until you reach the part where it should be, but nothing is there, just a bump. But you quickly realized that a slit runs vertically along it. Your fingers began to trace along the vertical slit, and as you do, the merman starts to shiver and gasp under your touch.
The merman would be smirking between kisses, anticipating and wondering what your next move would be, or he'd say something along the lines of '' work for it'' or ''make it show''
Giving these types of monsters head would be the best. Imagine, you started with licking and playing around a bump, and suddenly you have a 12+ inch dick in your mouth.
The world of Linera is a diverse one. Filled to the brim with people of different descents, colours and shapes. In the middle of it all, a large guild protects their safety. No threat is large enough for Master Riitu's mercenaries. From D to S Rank, the Brotherhood has an answer for every one of your problems. Whether it's a thief that stole local produce, or a world ending beast, for the right price, anything can be solved.
Recently, you, the nature goddess have escaped from your temple in the north. Distraught, the temple nymphs have hired the guild to find what must not be lost.
! This is going to be a poly (throuple) story not a two masc x one fem story !
Content: fluff, two really big, bulky men caring for Reader, interactive story
!! MDNI !!
If you want a masc/ gender nondescript version of this, do not hesitate to ask. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
• My originals are usually fem because they're my personal inserts and I identify as fem, the more you know. ( ╹▽╹ )
• The reader insert is purposefully not described. Feel free to insert any OC.
• This part does not contain NSFW material (aside from short mentions of sexual activity, not descriptive).
There is a poll below that lets you vote the course of the story.
↓↓↓ part 1 below ↓↓↓
The temple nymphs of the north were known for their benevolence and secrecy. No one really knew what they did, most assumed they merely did the nature goddess' bidding and kept up the pristine halls of the temple.
Understandably, things turned chaotic when the goddess suddenly went missing, frantic nymphs trying to calm the unrest caused by the sudden halt in turning seasons, when the leaves would no longer turn vivid colours, crops and plants would no longer grow or flower and animals appeared restless, lost and confused, regardless of their species. Many assured the people that the newest nature goddess was simply yet unaware of her importance and her duty but those schooled in the arcane arts knew that something wasn't right. A goddess couldn't simply stop performing her duty, to insinuate as much was an insult to the importance of the four major deities, as well as the several sub-deities that kept the world functioning as it should. The same naturally went for what they looked like, no average being was allowed to set eyes on her, or any of the deities for that matter. Only temple nymphs who dedicated their lives to the deities knew as much.
Now, that's where the problems started. No nymph was allowed outside the temple, lest they lose their innocence in the face of the corruption and filth of this world. Yet, one had to sacrifice themselves just to hire someone to find the lost goddess. Initially, it went surprisingly well. Kirta, the chosen sacrifice, had made their way to the Brotherhood Headquarters quite easily. After all, the nature temple wasn't far from Devva, only a day's trek, especially with such nimble feet.
Tasked with the recovery and armed with a very crude drawing of a very ambiguous female-ish looking person, S-Ranks Rueh and Xenon began their extremely unlikely journey. Neither of them really believed this was an achievable mission, not even Master Riitu believed it was possible but the offered pay spoke for itself. Gems, crystals and of course, generous amounts of gold, funded directly by the temple treasury. The Brotherhood wasn't one to turn down such a generous offer and with the world quite literally not functioning as it was supposed to until they safely returned the temple, they didn't have much of a choice either way.
Days turned into weeks of aimlessly following leads of strange women that suddenly appeared somewhere and caused chaos, yet none ever led to anything other than one very heated night between a sorceress and Xenon, who insisted it was "just to check". Neither Xenon nor Rueh were men of many words. Both born form different demon clans down south, both abandoned by their families at early ages, thanks to the never ending wars between clans. Xenon, a whole 220cm of bulky muscle, born in a clan made up of shadow wielders, was arguably the more talkative of the two, if one could even call it that. Most of the time, the olive skinned demon just scratched his scruff stubbles and let his rather terrifying resting face do the talking. Some members of the Brotherhood were seriously convinced that it wasn't Xenon's skill with his battleaxe that caused his high rank, but the fact that he was so terrifying looking that most of the class leaders simply promoted him just so they wouldn't have to look at him anymore. The reality was of course, that he was extremely prolific with it, he'd slain several monsters that would have D-Ranks pissing themselves.
Rueh, on the other hand was stoicism incarnate. While he was slightly taller than Xenon at 230cm, he wasn't nearly as bulky, and generally a little more lean. His dark skin, amber eyes and white hair made him easily recognisable as a member of a rather infamous clan of fire wielders, housing most of the demon aristocracy. Though, nowadays, especially outside of demon circles, the white hair and large broadsword on his back had become synonymous with his proficiency. Rueh had once been the youngest ever member in the Brotherhood, trained by Master Riitu himself and well in line to be the guild's next leader. For many, he was the very face of the Brotherhood, most wildly known monsters were slain by the blank-faced demon.
"'s not that bad," Xenon rumbled after tearing off a chunk from the cooked rabbit with his mouth. The only upside to a missing goddess running around somewhere was the fact that animals were behaving weird and therefore far easier to hunt. It's not like either of them was particularly bad at it but at their height and with all those muscles, neither of them was particularly nimble and they both had rather large appetites.
"Edible," Rueh answered simply, biting off his own stick with a cooked rabbit on it. Silence befell the camp once more, aside from the gentle rustle of leaves and the cracking fire. Nearly three weeks had passed since their search began and it was shaping up to be a long one. Xenon was visibly getting frustrated. Not only was his appetite for food high, but also his sexual appetite. Spending most nights in the forest away from people wouldn't be so bad, if it wasn't for the fact that Rueh didn't seem particularly interested in having sex. Xenon had never and most definitely would never care who or what person he's fucking, as long as he felt good about it and didn't suddenly end up fostering young. After three days of wandering aimlessly around a dense forest thanks to a recent sighting of a strange person, he was getting rather restless.
The night carried on silently between the two, until an incessant rustling not far from the camp caused the two demons to perk up. Xenon scratched his head, his black curls reluctantly shifting for a moment before settling back into shape when he removed his claw.
"'nother animal, you reckon?" Rueh merely glanced in the direction of the noise and stood up, already grabbing his large sword, as if determined to kill, or at the very least scare the source into silence, so they could get some rest before the sun inevitably rose entirely too early.
Marching towards the sound with heavy footsteps, they both halted immediately when they saw it. Or rather, her. Hanging upside down, somehow having gotten trapped by some vines on a large branch, trying to shake loose enough, which had caused the rustling.
Looking up, or rather down, at the two large men in front of you, you froze, no longer trying to free yourself from the branch.
"What's a thing like you doing out here?" Xenon asked, briefly glancing at his partner before shifting his deep green eyes back to you. He looked naturally angry, which was part of his terrifying nature, though his deep, gravelly voice certainly didn't help.
"I was on a walk," you try to explain, but neither of them seems to believe you. They had reason to be skeptical, there was no town anywhere in sight and it was very unlikely you lived out here in the dense forest by yourself.
Despite their obvious disbelief and immediate distrust, they helped you down. Since your body was covered in scapes and cuts, neither of them particularly believed you to be a danger. Besides, you were clearly either clumsy or not the most perceptive if you somehow ended up tangled in vines. They brought you back to their camp, where Rueh actually tended to some of your wounds, his large, calloused hands were surprisingly gentle as he used spare healing herbs and fresh spring water. It made sense for a warrior of his rank to be somewhat acquainted with basic healing thanks to many battles thought and injuries obtained, though the image of such a large, intimidating man tending to your wounds seemed like a strange contradiction.
Xenon in the meantime seemed to be rather obviously checking you out. He was nothing if not a horny bastard, though he knocked it off, the moment he decided you were far too injured to be bedded.
Though, despite his blank face and his continuous silence, Rueh too seemed rather interested, his pointed ears twitching slightly whenever you let out a soft whimper from the cold balm being applied to your cuts. Whether it was worry or something else entirely wasn't entirely clear, but he seemed surprisingly attentive, given his lack of obvious reactions.
As the night dragged on, the two men had simply dragged their beds together, rather than opting for a third makeshift bed in any capacity.
"'s safer. And warmer," is what Xenon insisted, when he initially invited you to sleep in his bed, though Rueh clearly wasn't having it, when he grabbed your upper arm, encircling it entirely with his large fingers.
"Mine has more space," the dark skinned demon tried to reason, and somehow a silent competition between the two men broke out, which you quickly tried to settle by offering that you could just gather some leaves and sleep by the fire. That was utterly unacceptable to both of them and gruffly, they both seemed to decide to just push their bedrolls together.
Being trapped between two burly men was certainly not the outcome you had imagined when you escaped a temple full of corruption and mistreatment, yet for the first time in a while, you actually felt safe closing your eyes for the night.
Trouble could come tomorrow, you thought. They would surely demand answers and you would have to choose whether you wanted to give them the answers they wanted to hear, not yet aware you were the person they were looking for.
But for tonight, yes, for tonight you felt safe, as both of them slung an arm around you, and the other in the process, encasing you in their warmth, which made the fire seem utterly redundant.
What will you do come morning?
Tell them the truth and risk being dragged back.
Lie and hope to be let go without too many questions.
Lie but hope to join them until they reach civilisation.
I don't know, the thought kind of just tickles me.
Imagine two female bird-hybrids constantly bickering over territory until they realise they actually just want to share it... Sigh... Enemies to lovers in Yuri always gets me. (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)
Although another close contender is two bird himbos constantly doing mating dances and trying to impress the other with increasingly outlandish moves and it's not working because they're both idiots.
My mind is conjuring up ideas as we speak. I mean, can you imagine, two couples, forced to mate (call it lavender bond), only to find out they actually want the others partner?
Argh. The angst, the conflict. I can feel the yearning!!! I need it. (╥﹏╥)
I did a double take when I got that notif. So glad you're okay!! The last few months have definitely felt like a lifetime emotionally and mentally.
Only write if you have the energy! Even if its only a couple sentences that don't go anywhere. I've had to do that before to get back into thw groove when I used to write- its been years now, I think :')
And badass scar?? Hell yeah!! Story time? Or where is it? Idk man. I am rambling. Aaaaaa
Idk if you like cats but here's a pic of my cat as a welcome back. And a meme.
Haha, sorry for surprising you out of nowhere! (๑•﹏•)
Thank you for the pic and the meme, though :D
I've been consistently writing down random ideas I've had and I'm actually super excited to write out an info dump on my most recent obsession OC. But I think I need to get all the info into any sort of order. (´-﹏-`；)
I say that knowing full well I'm about to fixate on this for hours for no reason at all. Sometimes I feel like I enjoy rambling about my characters more than I enjoy writing actual stories about them. World building is just so much fun. ♪～(´ε｀ )
As for the scar, well... It's just a little scar on my side, but it's pretty gnarly looking. Sadly nothing too interesting, just a sharp rock during the accident last year.
Also, I absolutely adore cats, thank you for the picture it is amazing!!! I have my own tabby gremlin at home, she just turned 4 and finally stopped trying to eat plastic containers. ( ◜‿◝ )♡
The scariest predator, hard at work here. I hope the picture doesn't show up gigantic, I just don't know how to make them smaller on my phone. (• ▽ •;)
Hey, hon! (If its ok to call you that, if not- then sorry) Noticed it's been like 7 months since you posted and wanted to make sure you're ok and still alive! Pls stay safe and healthy <3
Well, it certainly has been a while! I wish I had some super great story to tell but in all honesty, reality just caught up and I had to take a second job. I barely had any time between working and sleeping to do much of anything. (^～^;)ゞ
I saw a tonne of asks whether I'm alive and alright and just wanted to make sure to put out there that I'm doing well!! I've healed up nicely (and got a badass scar now lol).
I've been toying with the thought of getting back into writing online for a while but having to put energy into anything really does feel daunting. Now that I have a little more time, I might slowly return to writing. I still have lots of improving to do and I'd rather put out crappy fiction before I let AI write anything. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I absolutely have, I personally like to give them names to "file" them under for backup purposes, I just feel like people oftentimes don't really care.
If people want me to name things, I can definitely hold some polls or just use the names I use in my folders. ☺️
Also mandatory "sorry I disappeared off the face of the earth". I'm currently working on the first interactive story for you guys as a test run and it takes so much time between work. 😅
Hey, Anon! I'm guessing this is referring to the Hare x Reader post (or the tortoise one following it)?
This is only a little snipped but enjoy nonetheless!
(fully gn, no mention of specific genitalia for the reader)
NSFW, MDNI
(gonna stop adding that eventually because NSFW stuff is now tagged Mature either way)
When you first started dating your new boyfriend, you were ecstatic. He was sweet, kind and maybe a little odd sometimes but in a fun, quirky way. He always joked about how you will have to take things slow.
That was until he had his first rut in your presence. At first, poor Hare bf tried his best to just fuck the pillow. He was scared of hurting you. Despite his downright feral nature, he still very much did care for you... Well, at least on the first day. By the second day, he lost all his patience. The pillow wasn't enough anymore, now covered in a rather concerning amount of cum.
You just wanted to check on him in the morning, since you slept on the couch. You opened the door gently, calling his name in a loving voice but before you could even blink twice, he pushed you over, unable to turn back over or move much due to the shell on your back.
“Oh, baby, look at you,” he cooed, before forcing your thighs apart, his fingers probing at your hole. You let out a small noise but it only spurred him on.
“You look like you could use some breeding, no?” You opened your mouth to say something about how he's clearly the one in a rut, not you, but it was a wasted effort. His fat cock was inside you the moment your lips parted to speak. It only spurred him on further, forcing his fingers onto your tongue, pressing down and murmuring soft promises of fucking you senseless and making you pregnant, no matter the logistics of it.
Of course you couldn't deny that it was kind of nice, hot even. Being trapped on your shell, unable to escape your feral, horny boyfriend.
But after your abdomen began bulging painfully from the sheer amount of cum and yet he wouldn't stop, you may have learned a lesson. Or maybe not...
Because even though he flipped you over hours later, you didn't find it in you to move away, your soaked hole still gripping around him tightly. Especially when he kept going, grasping the edges of your shell to pull you back against his cock.
He was truly insatiable but perhaps you didn't mind it all that much. Though cleaning up your shell after this was going to be a pain.
I like to expand on the spaceship idea of it being a trap. As a fem reader is exploring it an aphrodisiac that affects humans is pumping out of the vents. She's a quivering mess by the time the overly affectionate alien comes out (in terms of appearance all I ask is that he be sticky and chubby the rest I leave to you).
Hey Anon! Sorry for the delay. This thing went places, I tell you. First, it was questionable but wholesome, now it is... Not. 💀
afab reader x sticky alien
NSFW, MDNI
TW: high-key mind break, copious use of aphrodisiacs, dub-con (?)
After your barely intact Spaceship crash landed on what seemed to be a deserted planet, you really thought you were going to die. The harshness of the strong winds and metal rains, combined with your communication unit breaking, left you rather hopeless.
To your surprise, you found a gigantic looking ship not far from your location. It wasn't damaged and resembled one of the large warships used in the interplanetary war that wreaked havoc not only on your home planet, but also various others in the galaxy not many earth years ago.
It was only natural for you to be cautious, especially if you were about to stumble into a ship made for intergalactic combat with who knows how many soldiers ready to take out an unarmed human.
Carefully stepping inside, after prying one of the doors open with surprising ease, you look around. The entire interior is made of metal, just like you imagined, there's some red blinking lights here or there and an overall strange smell, though you chalk it up to the ship being rather dirty. You try to shake off the unease settling into your stomach, and check whether your translator in your ear is on, just in case. Not wanting to seem like you're breaking into the ship, although you technically were, you call out, checking if anyone is aboard or if it is abandoned.
The more you call out, the more eerie the place seems. No one is responding, there aren't even footsteps or the usual mechanical whirring of a spaceship. It seems to be running completely on emergency reserves, hence the red blinking lights, no machinery is working, aside from the absolute necessities.
You walk down the long corridor, checking each room, calling out periodically. Everything looks empty, the silence only broken up by your footsteps on the heavy metal and your shouting. A feeling of dread overcomes you. What could've possibly led over a hundred soldiers to simply abandon a ship like this? And how long has it been here for? It didn't look like it crash-landed on the outside, quite the opposite, it was well taken care of. Sure, the inside smelled a little weird, but that was probably due to a leakage or mold or something, you had no immediate adverse reactions, and your scanner didn't warn you about harmful gasses.
Pushing on through the empty ship, poking your head through rooms every so often, you can't help but feel both excited and terrified. This could possibly be your ticket out. Sure, you never handled a large ship like this before but how different could it really be? And even if you couldn't handle it, perhaps you could just find an intact communication unit.
A sound echoes in the distance and you immediately come to a halt, shouting again to see if someone is on the ship after all, yet you receive no response again. Perhaps the ship was falling apart slowly, you convince yourself and move on once more. When you finally reach the cockpit, there's a slimy substance covering the floor and the strange smell seems far stronger here. Your sensor briefly comes to life, as if to warn you about something but it doesn't get past the first small noise, before it lets out white noise, clearly not working anymore.
With a sigh, you take it off from your sleek, tight fitting space suit, checking its signal, only to realize it has none to connect to, perhaps a malfunction of the cockpit, you tell yourself to calm your nerves, now anxiously looking around.
All the while, the scent flooding your nose changes. It's noticeably sweeter now, and feels like it's wrapping all around you, tickling your clad skin. The panic subsides, as confusion envelopes your face once more, before it shifts into something completely different; arousal. Swallowing hard, you try to get out, this couldn't be good. But no matter how much you walk around, trying to find the exit, the smell only gets stronger, your pussy begins to ache in tune with your heartbeat, your juices now soaking the fabric of your suit, spreading inside when they can't leak. By the time you reach a corridor you think you've been to before, your thighs are damp, making every move uncomfortable.
You stop and attempt to rethink your plan, trying to remember the way out and how you got here in the first place, yet all you can think of is the sweet smell and how much you wish you could relieve yourself right now, subconsciously rubbing your pussy against a protrusion in the metallic wall, causing the blue slime on it to stick to your body, unbeknownst to you, melting away your suit, causing you to feel even hotter.
In a burst of very short-lived determination, you manage to walk a few more steps, the slime spreading on your body, melting more and more of your suit away. Yet, you don't notice, the haze of whatever gas is in the air overpowers every other thought and instinct, ultimately causing you to collapse to your knees, your hand finding its way between your spread legs to tease your throbbing clit, but even as you manage to cum from it, it's not enough, quite the opposite, *you need more*.
Finding another patch of the slime not far from you on the ground, you remember its heat, not hesitating even for a moment to question what you're doing, before you begin trying to ride it, rubbing your lower body against it like some bitch in heat.
“Oh my,” a deep voice suddenly booms and your head snaps up, ripped out of the haze for a mere second, before it comes back full force. Before you stand a large creature, an alien whose race you've never seen before, even during your many missions across different planets. He looks like he's made of rubber, though his skin seems covered in a fine slimy substance, the very substance you were currently trying to hump.
You don't even have the brain capacity to feel embarrassed, your eyes instead lingering on his ample body and generous proportions. You lick your lips as your eyes dart downwards, his form completely naked, though the limp tentacles jutting out from under his belly make you bite your lip.
“What a beautiful specimen you are.” He picks you up from under your arms, knowing well you won't protest, his slime trickling down your sides, leaving trails of pure heat in their wake. He's far bigger than you, it makes you feel like you're a pet being examined and perhaps that's exactly what you are to this creature.
“You will fit right in.” Without explanation, he flings you over is broad shoulder, holding you tightly by your ass. One of his worm-like fingers slowly begins stroking your clit, ghosting over your entrance but not giving you the satisfaction of pushing inside, which only makes you whimper in disappointment.
A few moments later, you're put down again, this time on a metal examination table. The creature doesn't speak to you at first, only rummaging around to find something, finally holding up a scanner triumphantly, before hovering it over you from top to bottom, lingering over your lower abdomen, before what you think is a smile erupts on his face.
“Perfect. Beautiful and receptive, just how I want them. You're going to make such a beautiful addition, won't you?” One of his slimy hands caresses your cheeks, while you still writhe in need on the table, trying to keep from touching yourself in the presence of the alien. The haze makes you forget any word he says immediately not questioning any implications of them whatsoever. Your eyes are busy, locked on the tentacles peeking out from under his belly and his thick fingers touching your face, leaving another patch hot slime in their path. The sweet scent still fills the air, not relenting its hold on you, even as you buck and arch on the table, silently asking for more, though not yet desperate enough to beg this stranger.
“Mhm, talk to me, beautiful. What is it you want?” He seems to have noticed it or perhaps he expects you to want something, though you're in too much of a daze to understand he is the reason you're so out of it. His voice is deep and grovelling, yet strangely affectionate towards you. Despite asking you a question, you don't answer and in response, he gently tilts you head, opening you mouth, before inserting a finger. It rests on your tongue, causing the slime to spread all around. The heat becomes far worse the moment you swallow and it feels like your entire body is struck by lightning, your eyes rolling back in a sick pleasure you've never felt before, yet it leaves you aching for so much more.
“Oops, perhaps that was a little much, sorry sweetheart.” The alien retracts his finger, going back to gently caressing your cheek instead, watching you writhe in a puddle of your own arousal on the table.
“All you need is to ask,” the ample man croons, his other hand tracing down your inner thigh, the seemingly endless slime following and leaving you hotter than before. Your mind is torn. All you need is ask, right? All you need is to ask this alien to give you relief and he'll give it to you?
Yet, your pride remains, though your deduction skills are long gone. It was clearly his doing that your now naked body is in this state, your pussy aching and begging for attention, your nipples hard and sensitive to even the smallest gust of air. It takes a moment of fighting with your inner self, before you decide that it simply doesn't matter anymore and that all you really need right now is for this torture to end.
“Please,” you manage to choke out but the alien pretends not to understand. His hand continues its way down your thigh until it teaches your knee, promptly changing its course back upwards, causing your soppy cunt to twitch in anticipation.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” His tone is still gentle, yet it sounds like he's taunting you. His eyes narrow at you expectantly, betraying his otherwise seemingly gentle demeanor.
“Please fuck me.” A loud laughter fills the examination room, the large alien in front of you now looking far less like a person trying to help, and more like someone trying to humiliate someone.
And that it does. You feel embarrassed that you even considered asking something so intimate of a random alien, hot shame washing over you along with the waves of need caused by the gas in the air. Yet he does not refuse, he simply flips you over, a large hand forcing your ass in the air, resulting in a whimper escaping your lips.
“Oh dear, look at that mess you made on my beautiful table.” You can't even respond, the mixture of shame and arousal clouds your mind to the point you can't string together words anymore and it only gets worse, when he inserts one of his fat fingers into your waiting hole, probing it, a surprised look on his rubbery face.
“By the stars, you're so tight. I should personally test your breeding capacity. Count yourself lucky, my little incubator, not everyone gets the honor,” he growls out, pushing your thighs apart slightly to position himself behind you better, yet he doesn't stop holding your ass up with one of his hands.
Without warning or even another word, two of his thick tentacles coil themselves around each other just as they push into your cunt, causing your moan out along with the alien behind you.
He doesn't give you the courtesy of adjusting to this new degree of stretching, instead, the tentacles force themselves deeper in your cunt, prying you open. Your lower abdomen bulges with his movements inside you, his hand holding you up pressing against it from the outside. Every single one of his aggressive thrusts causes his plump stomach to smack against your ass, the slime that covers him flies everywhere in process.
You moan and groan, your mind shattered beyond reason, the aphrodisiacs in the air and the hot slime covering you causing you to stop caring about anything but the alien pounding into your tight hole. What else do you really need? Why are you even here, anyways?
“Yes, you will be my new favorite toy, your tight hole is truly unrivaled by the other breeding whores.” You don't even listen, only whimpering once one of his fingers forces itself into your mouths again, the same electric sensation flowing through your body when you swallow the slime.
“There, there, you're going to be such a good mindless little incubator, aren't you?" Your body threatens to give out but it doesn't matter. He keeps fucking deeper into you, your whole body convulsing when you feel your insides being set on fire with the release of his plentiful, potent seed, causing far worse damage to your brain that any of the slime he made you swallow or the gas in the air.
The moment he's done cumming inside you, he drops your body, back onto the table, leaving you twitching in pleasure and the numbing sensation in your head. Just when you close your eyes, you hear a metallic door screeching open, followed by loud, obscene moaning and screams of pleasure.
“Such a fine addition to my collection.” That's the last thing you hear as you pass out, unsure yet unbothered of the fate that awaits you.
I really don't wanna get my account shadowbanned for not adhering to the rules, even if it means getting less traction. I've seen it happen to not one but four different accounts I follow in the last week. (´∀｀；)
Make sure you have mature (sexual) content enabled in your tumblr settings to be able to see future posts that are NSFW.
I should be posting one either later today or tomorrow from an ask request. (๑>◡<๑)
(Tagging this excessively so it actually reaches people, sorry ._.)
This is a bit different, since it's a request. It's not much, I don't really vibe with writing from the perspective of doms...
Did my best, although it took me embarrassingly long, haha.
Working on two more things, one is just a little scenario, and the other is the regular sub AFAB kind.
(and of course the potential interactive story has been on my mind all day since the poll hehe)
NSFW, MDNI
Wondering about the dense forest, injured and alone, you come across a small hut. It's dilapidated, wrapped in vines, and judging from the outside, it looks abandoned.
You check the door, and just as expected, it is unlocked. Opening it, you glance around, surprised that the inside seems quite well-kept. There's a big bed next to a smaller one, wooden toys meant for children, and other knick-knacks strewn about. Your eyes lock with those of a beautiful woman, and your mouth falls open.
Her body is entirely made out of slime, and you can look right through her greenish form; despite seeming sticky and like she could collapse into a puddle at any moment, she has quite the curves. Her tits are huge, thicker than her overall body. You were sure that if a human had those, their spine would simply snap from the weight, yet she carries them seemingly effortlessly.
The woman glances at you, then down at your wound; it doesn't look like she is offended that you basically broke into her house; rather, she looks worried.
“Oh, dear, are you alright, adventurer?” Her voice sounds gentle, nurturing even, and by the toys laying around and the amount of beds, you can tell she has a child of her own. Before you could even think to answer, your legs give out, your vision spinning from the blood loss and exhaustion after running from an attacker for hours.
You jolt awake after what feels like seconds to you, but judging by the bright moon outside, it must've been hours. A familiar female voice is ushering a kid to sleep, singing a gentle song that threatens to make you doze off alongside the young, bluish slime boy. When gentle snoring fills the room, the woman turns her head towards you, her tits bouncing heavily as she gets back up from her crouching position.
“I see you're awake,” she speaks softly, quiet enough so the boy won't wake, walking over to you, her thick, slimy thighs rubbing against each other in the process. She hands you a cup of water before leaving you to once again rest, settling into the other bed with her child to leave you sleep on hers.
Weeks pass by in a flash, and by the time you're better, the slime woman and you are quite close. You even watch her kid once or twice. She is sweet, a nice lady who gladly let you stay with her since you could perform some of the heavier labor that she couldn't do, despite her malleable form.
Most days, while the kid is at the local village to attend school, the two of you spend your free time hidden in her cottage. She pretty quickly developed a taste for your cum, barely able to contain herself until her kid finally leaves for the day, just so she can suck your cock.
Her favorite thing these days was taking it all the way in the back of her throat, using her form to squeeze you tightly. She would let you fuck her face any time of the day, as long as no one is around, making eye contact with you while you pound into her drooling hole.
Thanks to her translucent form, you can see every single one of your thrusts in her; sometimes she even stretches her tongue to wrap it all the way around your fat shaft, wringing out every last drop of your delicious seed.
“What a good girl,” you coo, pulling on her slimy hair to fuck harder into her throat as she kneels there, just letting you pound into her face. All she lets out are submissive whimpers, her throat periodically tightening around your cock while she greedily swallowed every single inch of it. You finally felt your orgasm rise, pulling out of her mouth without care just to unleash a thick stream of cum all over her fat tits. Without even waiting, her tongue extends, lapping up every single drop from her own skin like her life depends on it.
“Oh, we can't let it go to waste, dear.” Her tongue reaches out to clean your cock, despite you having stepped back to clean yourself off with a towel. After a few moments her tongue retracts, shrinking in size once more, just as she locks her juicy lips, making sure truly no drop of your precious seed goes to waste.
Back when you were doing commission writing, what was the strangest story you got to write?
Hey Anon, good question. I looked through my backup folder of old works (yes, I keep backups) and I think there were a few that I found strange at the time but now I just think they're whatever.
- A story about a car oc being railed by the commissioner (those types of stories were actually quite common, the car x commissioner type, some even sent me pictures of their cars!)
- A 10 chapter (5k words each) story about someone's Warrior Cat OC, which was literally just wanting me to rewrite a real book to insert their OC (although it was shortened to skip over some points they didn't care about; of course I didn't just rip off the book, I actually rewrote it following plot points which required me to get and read the book haha. I also want to mention that the OC was NOT the main character, it was just there.)
- One story about Commissioner being isekaid but reborn as a shark, where they then got to rail hot mermaids (specifically as a hammerhead shark; not a mermaid type, an actual shark...)
- someone once commissioned me to write fanfics about their original work (twice; one SFW and one NSFW). That was actually quite fun, because they left most of it up to me but a little weird because they wanted to pretend it was organic.
These are probably the most notable ones. The others were mostly fanfics for stuff. The main type of story I wrote was usually feminization of various characters from different media, others were just plain NSFW self-insert works.
Fun fact: Commission writing is how I got into the monsterfucker genre. There were loads of Werewolf x Commissioner OC works that made me go "hmmmmmmmm, nice".
It's not something I think anyone can make a living off of anymore (especially nowadays with AI churning out garbage for free), but it was a good side income I made while I was getting my degree. Especially since I had to spend a lot of time on trains and busses. (poor people behind me watching me write that stuff)
Well, to be honest, there's very little I wouldn't write. I used to be a commission writer for years (in my native language) and wrote some rather... interesting content before. ^^;
There are a few however, mainly:
• ageplay
• actual bestiality
• incest (including fauxcest and step-relations)
• coprophilia, urophilia, haematophilia
• Extreme guro
Things are always subject to change, so keep that in mind. I also want to mention that I do not take full commissions (paid or free), requests are welcome but please keep in mind that I will probably take creative liberties or may not do them if I don't vibe with them.
I like the idea of a shy deer centaur (theyre actually called cervitaur) trying to work up the courage to confess his love for the reader
Hey, anon! Thank you so much for giving me the correct term, first of all. I was trying to find out whether there was a name for it, and my erratic Google searches didn't exactly help.
Second of all, sorry this took a few days. Work has been frying me so much (｡•́︿•̀｡)
No NSFW. However, the usual MDNI does still apply because my blog is 18+.
Melian, the white-tailed cervitaur:
(By the way, the word Vae is meant to be pronounced Vá-é; just a heads-up, it will come up a few times.)
A small ray of sunshine peeked through the window of your weathered cottage in the vast expanse of cedar trees that you called home. The birdfolk once again announced sunrise with a song that you didn't exactly understand, but the longing and nostalgia in it seemed evident, even to a human like yourself.
Refreshed, you sat up in your makeshift bed of straw and hides, pushing your blanket aside to stand up and stretch. Distant rumbling let you know that you should perhaps be a bit quicker with your morning routine today, at least before the storm approached. It was a shame, really.
You had promised Melian that today was finally going to be the day you showed him your favorite spot by the waterfall. The cervitaur was a somewhat new addition to your friend circle, since the deerfolk were usually rather reserved in nature, especially towards things they did not understand, and as a human, you certainly counted as such.
Whether it was by accident or on purpose, one day you ended up in this forest cottage, and however hard you tried to leave these woodlands, it was seemingly impossible. One time you even tried to walk for a whole day, only to end up at the very same overgrown cabin, deciding that it would be your permanent residence, at least for the time being.
As time went on and you befriended the strangely familiar yet completely inhuman creatures of this world, your desire to leave gradually subsided. The birdfolk sang songs at you whenever you passed; the wolf-like creatures occasionally passed by your home to bring you meat and hides; the woodland fairies left you generous offerings of herbs and vegetables. Everyone seemed equally as fascinated by you as you were by them. They even admitted they had never seen a human before and believed you to be a deity sent to protect the forest they inhabited.
Initially, you tried to tell them that you were just a human, not able to protect their home from harm; however, your words fell on deaf ears. One of the tiny woodland fairies, beings made from the elements themselves, resembling more a creation of sticks and leaves than the human-like fairies you had seen in books as a child, explained that it was actually more of a spiritual protection than a physical one. While that both helped and raised more questions, in the end you decided to accept it. After all, what were you going to do about it? No one wanted to believe you were anything but a deity, and the offerings didn't stop either; rather, they increased, and you were dubbed "the humble one."
While everyone worshipped you in their own way, some were too afraid to even cross your path. Among them were the deerfolk, a race of cervitaurs, though their entire bodies were covered in fur, despite the surprisingly human-like anatomy of the upper torso and face. They left generous offerings of their shed antlers in spring, sometimes carved into charms and other knickknacks for you, all while doing their best to avoid your sight.
That was until you met Melian, the deerfolk in charge of delivering the offering last spring, only to end up being discovered by you. From him, you learned that it was a great honor to deliver said offerings, and he had worked hard to even be considered for such a position.
Melian was a bit of an oddity amongst his kin; despite being shy, just like the rest of his kind, he was quite curious, especially in regards to you. Much like all the other creatures of this forest, Melian simply, yet affectionately referred to you as 'Vae', something you had come to accept as your new name, or at least a second one.
In reality, it was more referring to your standing as the protector of this realm, a word that held significance in the ancient language of the forest dwellers; however, being held in such high regard meant that most of them didn't dare utter your name, no matter how many times you insisted.
When you finally managed to meet up with your newest friend after the storm passed, he kept his distance from you, just like he always did, trotting at least a few feet behind you.
He explained it was to make sure you were safe and to respect your standing, but you theorized that he was actually just worried that he would walk too fast next to you or that he was perhaps a little too embarrassed, since no other being had an issue with it.
“It's a bit of a walk from the cottage,” you explained to Melian as you strolled along the path between dense cedar trees, all the way down to a mossy clearing by the waterfall. Along the way, a comfortable silence settled between the two of you; the only thing you heard were the songs of the birdfolk, the gentle rustling of the trees above, and the gentle thumping of Melian's cloven hooves against the earth below. Now and then, you found yourself turning around to glance at your friend, which seemed awfully odd today. His arms, which usually hung loosely by his sides as he walked, now seemed restless, as if he didn't know where to position them anymore. It made you wonder whether it was because of his anxious nature or if something was keeping his mind occupied.
“My Vae,” the stag spoke up after another moment of silence, causing you to jolt and turn towards your large companion trotting behind you, an inquisitive look on your face. He quickly averted his cedar bark-colored eyes upon meeting yours for a moment.
“I, uhm,” he quickly adjusted his gentle, almost timid voice to sound a bit more confident, reverting back to his shy speech halfway through. “I am quite thankful for this opportunity. To, uhm, to see your favorite spot, I mean.” He lowered his gaze to meet your eyes again, his glance lingering a moment before quickly focusing on a tree next to you, barely moving his head while doing so.
“Of course, I promised, didn't I?” Flashing him a genuine smile, you continued to saunter the last stretch of your small journey, leaving him to process for a moment. Shortly after, he caught up, his hooves carrying him with ease, as he took his place behind you once more, just a few feet apart.
Upon finally reaching your destination in what you assumed to be the late afternoon according to the sun, you settled down by the shore of the lake, the waterfall in the distance making the air feel more alive with rogue droplets of water and the loud crashing noise.
“There... There is something I want to tell you.” Hearing Melian's uncharacteristically loud voice be audible over the waterfall ripped you out of your thoughts for a moment, your head tilting to the side, before you asked him to go on. His short tail flicked nervously behind him, causing a small smile to appear on your face. He had always been the cutest out of your friends, and seeing him nervous around you made your heart squeeze in your chest occasionally.
“Of course,” you answered gently when he didn't immediately react to you, stepping back into the forest alongside him to escape the noise of the cascading water for a moment, since it seemed rather important.
“I apologize if this is rather abrupt,” he began, his hands fidgeting, pulling the soft fur of his abdomen in what you assumed to be nervousness or something akin to it.
"The truth is, I... Well, I...” Melian seemed to struggle quite badly now, his head whipping around nervously, making his brown hair follow in turn. You gave him a reassuring smile, trying to be as comforting as possible without saying anything, afraid he might not manage to get the words out if you did say something, even if it was meant to be supportive.
“I... adore you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, and some sort of dam seemed to break in his mind when he kept talking, barely even taking breaths in between.
“You are kind and gentle to all of us inhabitants of this forest, and watching you be that way makes me feel complete in a way I cannot describe. It leaves me utterly breathless. Yet... yet, when those werewolves look at you in a filthy manner, I get quite upset. I do not possess you, and I never could, of course, but I cannot stop myself from hoping that–” He stopped himself, his human-like facial features morphing into pure horror when he realized what he had just said.
“My Vae, I can...” Just as he was about to begin apologizing, you wave him down with your hand, making sure he leans over towards you, before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“I thought you'd never tell me,” you grinned at him, his blushing face revealing the fact that he was quite pleased about your actions. Melian let out an almost dramatic sigh before giving you a kiss on the forehead, his short tail almost wagging like that of a happy puppy.
“So, may I assume you feel the same?” Lowering his head a little to be closer to you, he tried to suppress the small smile that threatened to spread into a big grin.
“You may.” Without another word needing to be spoken between the white-tailed deer man and yourself, his face inched closer to yours. Stopping just short of kissing you, his breath mingled with yours, causing a short second of hesitation before he finally closed the space between your lips. No matter how shy and reluctant it was at first, your heart still skipped a beat.
(To the anon who brought up the cervitaur fluff: I shall deliver soon, it's a bit longer and more edited this time around. My anxious brain must notify you though, whoever you are. xD)
NSFW, MDNI
Another one of those 'hear me out' posts but like...
I keep seeing posts about werewolf bfs being scared to turn in front of you, but what about the opposite? What if you're the scared one?
Werewolf bf has to reassure you that it's "fine" and "nothing is going to happen" but he's so fucking excited to finally show you all of him, to show you his most primal form. But you're reluctant. You trust him of course, but you've heard the horror stories! The tales of werewolves in ruts destroying furniture, doors, hell, even chains sometimes.
Of course werewolf bf isn't going into rut, that time of the year hasn't come yet but remembering last year in his more humanoid form was already pretty hard on you.
He, of course, assures you that there is no way of him hurting you. So, eventually, you do give in and he bounces like an excited puppy, as he prepares by taking his clothes off.
Within moments, he has considerably grown in size, brown fur all over his broad body to match his dark eyes, his human features morphing into animalistic ones, yet he's not quite an animal.
“What do you think babe, cool right?” His excited voice booms through your apartment, his ears almost scraping against the ceiling. Your head barely reaches his chest, his arm alone longer than your leg. Having only ever seen shifted werewolves on TV, you hadn't considered the sheer size of them.
His tail wags so fast that things behind him get knocked off of your table just from the gust it creates and you can't help but think that it's sort of... Cute?
He's like a big puppy but he's your boyfriend! You touch his fur excitedly, marvelling at how soft it is, calling him a big teddy bear, which makes his tail wag faster. He lets you touch his face and sensitive ears, allowing you to get familiar with his more animalistic side. You stroke his head and his wildly flailing tail, as he licks your cheek with a large, wet tongue, leaving a trail of drool on your face.
Maybe this isn't so bad!
This thought, however, only stays for mere seconds, as he turns back towards you, ripping his tail out of your hands, your stomach now pressed against a cock bigger than your forearm, long, thick, hard, and begging to be touched by your small hands.
All your boyfriend does is growl at you in response to your surprised face, as he pushes you down on the large couch, your face morphing from shock into anticipation. Without a single word, he rips your pants off, exposing your excitement to him.
I'm glad my ramblings are enjoyable to some people. It's so motivating when someone goes out of their way to tell you they like something you did, so again, thank you so much!! (つ≧▽≦)つ
