So I accidentally deleted my previous account and that means that all the requests I had yet to do have been deleted along with it. On the bright side, I'm open for requests! (Remember to mention which version of monkey you're wanting!!)
A-Okay!
NSFW
SFW
Pregnant Y/N (favorite thing to do! Especially if it's fluff!!)
GN or male Y/N (I mostly lean fem Y/N so you might have to say when you want otherwise you may get fem)
Bunch of stuff I haven't thought of yet!!
No-no!
OC x Character
OC x OC
Character x Character
(This is a Y/N x monkey blog and I'm firm with this rule)
Please don't vent to me in my asks. I am LITERALLY the worst in this situation.
Please refrain from long requests. I only draw one or two drawings per ask, there's only so much I can do.
WARNING! CONTAINS: Predation, cannibalism (talking animals eating each other), blood/gore, interspecies sex, rape/non-con elements, forced/painful intercourse, claiming, mind breaking, multiple orgasms, deep throating (tongue), choking/strangulation, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy
(I'm currently trying something new, please tell me if you guys would be interested in this shift.)
Thanks so much to @sweet-teapopz for checking my Spanish!
@lotusloong
The human city was forbidden for all fae to journey to. Not only was it dangerous to simply cross over the sea between it and your island but everything was toxic. From the buildings to the soil, the pines and red maple trees you knew so well could never grow in such a tainted place. Despite how much you were told to never enter the human city of metal and glass, you still found a way to reach it.
The elders of your flutter never told you how amazing it truly was; the streets glowed like the sun even in the darkness of the night, the humans who dressed in strange clothes with indescribable patterns and colors impossible in nature. Tall banners and colorful tents lined the streets with symbols and items you couldn't recognize. There were so many smells, collecting together into something deep and complex. It was beyond whatever could be made by nature and was indescribable .
As the night went on, you found yourself looking down at a quieter part of the city from your perch atop a tall stone crowned building. You watched the much smaller metal buildings —like carts but with nothing to pull them— go up and down the black stone path and make their loud, strange noises. You recognized the cross on the highest point of the building, the elders said it meant the building was a church but when you looked around inside, you didn't find any bells. You thought it was strange but the sheer level of rot in the wood said a lot. It was just like what your elders told you: "Man is master of progress at the price of preservation." Hiding away in tiny pockets of nature was the only way for your kind to survive up to today.
It was also a way to limit inherent fairy mischievousness.
Then, you were suddenly knocked off your perch by a massive, feathered force! Your wings managed to catch you by reflex but you were still through a yard through the air. When you turned back to where you were sitting you saw an owl. It loomed from where you were perched like a monument to an old god. Its eyes were wide, unblinking and focused on you.
"Fairy," he said finally. His voice was stern and echoing. It made you feel like a child being scolded. "You shouldn't be here."
You apologized before you realized. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to visit," you said in a small voice.
"Fairies cannot leave the island. It isn't safe," the owl said, "It is illegal." He was right, not only was it dangerous, but it was also illegal for fairies to enter 'Domain of Man'. You even wanting to visit the city was something of a crime itself.
"I know… I'm very sorry."
"Leave this place now. Return to your island or face judgment," said the owl calmly, each syllable was a threat. Two pigeons flew down to each side of the owl. Reinforcements.
"Oi! Ya' hear that glitter glues!", one pigeon shouted with a thick accent.
"Stay outta our territory, dust fly!", added the other.
You cried, "But I didn't do anything wro-!"
"Silence!" his voiced echoed. "For such frivolity of the laws, fairy, you shall face judgment." With a screech the owl dove at you with the two pigeons close behind.
The next thing you knew, you were being chased by the owl and pigeons. Forced to speed around corner and under street lamps, making dives and rises with only your tiny, insect-like fairy wings. Try as you must, you were caught by strong pigeon talons latching onto your arms. You fought and you fought like Hell but could do little more than dangle.
"Hola~" It was voice that was dark and teasing, smooth and cruel.
That wasn't one of the pigeons…
Suddenly you were jostled, something inside the pigeon snapped —a sharp, loud snap— and you were let go. Finally flying again, you watched as the bird plummeted to the streets below. You heard a loud 'bang', the pigeon corpse landed on one of the tiny moving metal building and it's blood splattered all over the roof.
You dove for shelter on one of the roofs. That was when you you saw him. He soared past you -tailed by the owl and remaining pigeon- and eclipsed the moon. He was a massive bat, maybe just as big as the owl. He spread his wings wide like a dominance display before he dove right back at his pursuers.
He went right for the other pigeon and tackled it to the roof top of the building you were hiding at. Your body cringed at the loud dragging sound but you still forced yourself to peek over the roof's lip. There you saw drag stripe of feathers and blood. Your eyes darted from the trail to the bat and his victim and back again. You heard a loud crunch and like that, the pigeon stopped fighting. Its wings dropped limply to the floor but the bat kept going. It offered no grace, in the pigeon's final moments. It just ate. The sounds of wet pops of organs being punctured and tearing of sinew were flooding your ears.
The world was spinning. Your vision kept blurring but you were able to see the bat rise from his prey -blood and pigeon viscera coating his face and dripping down his chest- and he turned to you and smiled. Every tooth was coated in thick red. Somehow you managed to snap yourself our of your terrified trance. After some stumbling from your hiding spot, you flew away as fast as your thin fairy wings could fly. You were unnoticed by the owl from before as it swooped in to attack the feeding bat.
Feeling safe enough —after you don't know how long of flying— you found a tall tower to hide in. It was the old, bell-less church from before. Crawling into the hollow mouth of one of the gargoyle statues, you saw that it opened up to the inner crawlspace of the tower. He wouldn't find you here. Just then you heard him.
"¡Sal, sal, pequeña hada!"
You gasped. It was voice that was dark and teasing, smooth and cruel.
You turned and saw the bat from before.
With him so close you were able to really see just how massive he was: twice, almost three times bigger than any fairy you've met and with a sturdy build to match wide shoulders and a muscular chest and arms. His dark brown fur was smudged with blood, mostly on his long maul. He tilted his head to the side when he saw you, almost curious as his eyes traced you up and down.
"No pienses que no te vi," he said softly with mock friendliness.
"Hello?" you forced out through quivering stutters.
When his eyes met yours, his smile got wider and his eyes got darker.
"I'm a fairy," your vice was shaking and your eyes were wet, "I'm not…! I'm not food."
The bat's eyelids lowered coyly as he cocks his head to the other side. "Of course you're not," he said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist and grabbed your arm. You felt so small in his claws. "Now where are my manners? I am Emidio," he said and kissed your hand, "And what might I call you, pequeña hada?"
You gulped thickly as you smelled blood on his breath. Despite your better judgment, you gave him your name.
"Bello. Un nombre bello para una mujer bella. A flower in all but name," there was a carnal heat to his voice and a part of you stiffens. Emidio was right in front of you now. Now your height disparity was obvious -you barely reached his chest- he combed his claw through your hair and brought the fistful up to his snout, he took a deep whiff. "And you smell just as sweet," he said. You smelled blood on his breath. The metallic aftertaste made your head spin.
"That's… That's very nice of you to say," your voice was weak and trembling. You managed to pull yourself away from his hold, "But I think I should maybe leave. My family will start to miss—"
Before you could finish you were knocked to the ground. You looked down at your chest and you saw massive claw marks tore open your clothes. Your heaving breasts were exposed to the cool air, now with new long, weeping cuts across them. You looked up and were met with dark, dominating eyes.
You tried to get up -your wings flapping desperately- but you were knocked back to the floor. You were folded into a triangle: on your knees with your face to the ground and your ass in the air. Your breath was squeezed out of you with how forceful your chest as he pressed himself against your back.
You screamed when you felt him press his metal band against your shoulder, just above your wing. It was so cold and it burned into your muscles like a brand. You didn't feel the pain anymore when you smelled cooking meat.
"Trying to fly away already? Very amusing, florecita." His breath was hot in your ear.
You tried to crawl, clawing yourself out from under him but he used his claws to pin down your hands to the floor. You let out a shriek from the sudden pain of your poor hands getting crushed.
"But I plan on having you for a little longer." Then you felt something hot, hard and damp in a fleshy way grind against your privates. You quivered as you felt the weeping tip of his cock poke at your pussy lips, just barely entering.
"I have big plans for you and it would be a shame if you left so soon," he said, before thrusting his big-as-your-thigh sized cock into your unprepared cunt.
It hurt! Each thrust like a punch to your guts that got deeper and deeper. You felt felt your every muscle in your lower half get stretched to beyond their limits. His cock shoves your organs upwards in a rhythmically growing and shrinking mound under your skin. Your cheeks burned from your own tears as he fucked you mercilessly. You were ripping at the seams, feeling a trickles of blood and precum run down your thighs.
"My cock is too big for hadas… and your cunt is too tight. It can barely fit," his smooth, spiced voice now had a gravely growl to it and made your stressed muscles clench harder around him. "But it feels so good!~" he moaned.
"Too…! Too much!" you cried in a raspy whimper, "Don't—! …stop!" It was getting harder to speak from all the pressure to your chest and diaphragm.
"OOooOoooh, cariño," Emidio moaned into your ear. It made your head spin, but maybe it was from your lack of breath and the thunder-like beating of his heart didn't much help. Each pulse rang through your bones like a hammer to a bell.
"Since you insist~" he hummed, equal parts teasingly and cruelly. Emidio's furious pace eventually became uneven, like he wasn't able to keep his own tempo. Even in your fogging mind could tell he was close and it disgusted you to think about, but you were too. Just then, you came, spraying out cum in waves that gradually decreased in intensity until there was nothing left.
You cursed your body for reacting like that. You shouldn't have felt like that but you did.
Without warning, Emidio slammed his hips against you in a single bone shattering thrust. His thick spent flooded your abused pussy. You felt his semen pool in your cervix, it was so hot you felt like it would melt a hole out of your stomach. With what little room you had left in you, Emidio's cum gushed out of you in thick streams. Emidio didn't stop after his climax, he kept fucking your limp body. You felt his cum slosh against his dick. It felt like he was simultaneously fucking his cum in and out of you.
Before you could register being flipped onto your back, the sudden emptiness in your core struck you like a stone wall. From immediately going from stuffed to bursting to empty and gaping. Your combined spent dripping out of your opened hole in thick globs and puddled under you. You let out a pained moan as your stained, strained vaginal muscles flex around nothing. In that moment, you almost considered this feeling of emptiness was more painful than being filled, but that thought was short lived. In the span of a breath, you were filled to beyond capacity. With how big his cock was, your clit sat right above it and was rubbed against mercilessly.
Now on your back, you saw the fist-sized bump in your stomach disappearing and reappearing in a painful rhythm. Dizzy from being hypnotic rhythm, your head fell back onto the hard wood floor with a loud 'thunk'.
"Please… I'm begging," you managed to croak out, "Stop…!"
You just heard Emidio chuckle.
Despite the pain and the darkness, you were still able to see Emidio's face hovering, seemingly miles above you. The tapetum lucidum of his eyes made them glow in the low light like a pair of moons. Your eyes welled up with tears again, making everything blur and swirl together.
"What a precious little morsel you are, mi flor. Such a good pet," he said darkly, grabbing your face, squishing your damp and burning cheeks with one hand and adjusting legs with the other. He moved them so that your ankles were touching your bruised collar bone in a mating-press. The whole time, his cock didn't leave you longer than it took a thrust. "I could just eat you up, starting with those big, wet eyes."
Then he took a big, smothering lick across your face. Like a tentacle, Emidio's tongue slithered from your cheek to under your chin.
You cried but that just allowed Emidio entry into your mouth. His tongue was long and thick, quickly filling your mouth and inching down your throat. Your eyes went wide, feeling your jaw painfully stretch wider and wider just to accommodate Emidio and his invading tongue. When you tried to force a breath, you choked on him so you were forced to limply accept his kiss, let Emidio's tongue pump and swirl around your mouth.
His lips, his breath, his tongue, it all tasted like gore. It made you sick yet it also made you hungry for more. To your own shock, you kissed back. Emidio was pleasantly surprised by how you deepened the kiss and he rewarded you with more. You moaned around his tongue as you felt something break through the pain like a flower sprouting through a boulder. It was the feeling of ecstasy! You felt like you were melting into him. You became a pliable mass of warm, willing clay shaped by him from the inside out. That was when you felt your body tighten up all the way down to your knuckles clenching so hard they turned white, and shake uncontrollably before you sprayed your white-hot spent all over Emidio's crotch fluff.
But then he broke away and wrapped his massive claw around your neck. Emidio squeezed it warningly. You whined out something unintelligible as you reached up to him as a silent beg to kiss you again.
With hooded eyes and a sly grin, Emidio said, "Oh, you look so good like this and you're taking me so well. I think I'll keep you." His cock twitch inside you and his fur tickled your hardened clit. "For as long as we both breath, you will be my sex pet, my broodmare and, of course, my mate."
With each word you felt his hold on your throat get tighter and tighter. Every breath you took made a high pained squeak. It was getting harder by the moment to keep looking straight as your eyes began to roll back.
"Nod if you understand, cosita," Emidio ordered.
With the little strength you had left, you nodded. Then Emidio's claws finally loosened just enough for you to take a breath, which you did so eagerly. You gulped in air in loud wheezes, filling your lungs after full minutes of choking.
"Muy bien," Emidio hummed. He kissed you again, which you accepted eagerly. Your tongue swirled around his and you felt like you were swallowing Emidio's long tongue bit by bit.
Your weakened, shaking arms reached up to wrap around Emidio's thick neck. You barely had the strength to hold him. His short, fine yet dense fur was soft to the touch. The sweat on your skin made the little hairs cling to your fingers. You carded your fingers through his mane, making Emidio purr into your mouth. His purrs echoed off your insides, sending tremors all throughout your body.
Emidio's thrusts were slow now, but they were more powerful than before. It felt like his dick was going deeper and deeper each time: from the tip kissing your cervix to penetrating it.
Out…
SLAM!!
Out…
SLAM!!
Out…
SLAM!!
You never felt this level of pain before but you also never felt this level of ecstasy either. It was like finally being full when you never knew until then you were starving. It was comparable to love and you loved the feeling, or at least that was what your cum drunk mind was telling you.
You were close yet again! Your velvety inner muscles tightened around your bat lover, making him let out a loud hiss.
"Eres mío…" Emidio said between growling breaths, not even a gasp away from your lips. His lips were still wet from yours; a short string of saliva connecting you. His pace quickened: still rhythmic and dominating.
"¡…SOLO MIO!" he roared before climaxing for the second time.
In a thrust more powerful than any before, plugging you up like a cork in a bottle, his cum flooded you again. It was as alien and welcomed at it was the first time.
You looked down at your midsection, seeing a myriad of purpling bruises littering your skin. Even with your blurred vision, you saw how extended your stomach was: you looked like you were 4 months pregnant. Your hands —it felt like they were controlled by someone else— caressed your swollen stomach. Your skin was hot to the touch. When you pressed down, Emidio's cum inside you almost felt like an unpoppable bubble in your tummy.
"Don't worry yourself, cosita. You will be with pup very soon," Emidio said between heavy breaths. He brought his claw up to your face to wipe tears from your cheek.
You smiled as he nuzzled his snout into your hair. 'That would be so nice…'
Thoughts of being pregnant with Emidio's children and living on his massive cock lulled you to sleep. Before you were fully fallen, you felt him leave you. Without his fur against your skin, you felt naked beyond words. When his cock left your used opening, you whined. Unable to move any part of you, you were forced to feel Emidio's cum spill out of you.
"Tapas~" Emidio lick his lips before you fell unconscious.
EPILOGUE
You awoke to the familiar feeling of something in your mouth and the bitter taste of metal of your tongue. It tasted like meat. The smell of damp flesh was thick in the air made you wet and hungry for more. Your face was held in place by a pair of huge paws. They held you gentle enough to feel romantic, yet at the same time hard enough for you to not escape.
Not that you would want to.
Your eyes slowly opened to see that it was Emidio kissing you. Looking into his dark eyes made the night before flash before your eyes, from the horrifying start to the cervix-erupting end.
"Emidio," you moaned around his tongue. His name dripped from your lips like warm honey.
"We leave at night-fall," he said, breaking your kiss.
"What?" you mumbled. Your mind body were still too weak to do much. All you could do was limply let Emidio lay you back down on your nest(?) and wrapped his vast wings around you. He took care to not touch you with his metal band. Instinctively, you nuzzled into his fur, breathing in his scent.
"To the jungle, away from this cold place." He hissed at the word 'cold'. "How can anything grow in such cold… This is no place for pups to grow to a reasonable size."
He continued, this voice turned nostalgic, "You won't miss this freezing wasteland, florcita. The jungle is a paradise of color and sun. Our pup will grow big and strong —much like his father— with warmth on his wings and his belly, always full of the tastiest of birds, lizards and smaller, lesser mammals… and far, far away from the filth humans. They won't take us from our home again."
"I love you, Emidio," you moaned sleepily.
He chuckled, raking his claws in your messy hair. "Yo también te amo, mi pequeña flor," was the last thing you heard before falling asleep again.
WARNING! CONTAINS: Predation, cannibalism (talking animals eating each other), blood/gore, interspecies sex, rape/non-con elements, forced/painful intercourse, claiming, mind breaking, multiple orgasms, deep throating (tongue), choking/strangulation, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy
(I'm currently trying something new, please tell me if you guys would be interested in this shift.)
Thanks so much to @sweet-teapopz for checking my Spanish!
@lotusloong
The human city was forbidden for all fae to journey to. Not only was it dangerous to simply cross over the sea between it and your island but everything was toxic. From the buildings to the soil, the pines and red maple trees you knew so well could never grow in such a tainted place. Despite how much you were told to never enter the human city of metal and glass, you still found a way to reach it.
The elders of your flutter never told you how amazing it truly was; the streets glowed like the sun even in the darkness of the night, the humans who dressed in strange clothes with indescribable patterns and colors impossible in nature. Tall banners and colorful tents lined the streets with symbols and items you couldn't recognize. There were so many smells, collecting together into something deep and complex. It was beyond whatever could be made by nature and was indescribable .
As the night went on, you found yourself looking down at a quieter part of the city from your perch atop a tall stone crowned building. You watched the much smaller metal buildings —like carts but with nothing to pull them— go up and down the black stone path and make their loud, strange noises. You recognized the cross on the highest point of the building, the elders said it meant the building was a church but when you looked around inside, you didn't find any bells. You thought it was strange but the sheer level of rot in the wood said a lot. It was just like what your elders told you: "Man is master of progress at the price of preservation." Hiding away in tiny pockets of nature was the only way for your kind to survive up to today.
It was also a way to limit inherent fairy mischievousness.
Then, you were suddenly knocked off your perch by a massive, feathered force! Your wings managed to catch you by reflex but you were still through a yard through the air. When you turned back to where you were sitting you saw an owl. It loomed from where you were perched like a monument to an old god. Its eyes were wide, unblinking and focused on you.
"Fairy," he said finally. His voice was stern and echoing. It made you feel like a child being scolded. "You shouldn't be here."
You apologized before you realized. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to visit," you said in a small voice.
"Fairies cannot leave the island. It isn't safe," the owl said, "It is illegal." He was right, not only was it dangerous, but it was also illegal for fairies to enter 'Domain of Man'. You even wanting to visit the city was something of a crime itself.
"I know… I'm very sorry."
"Leave this place now. Return to your island or face judgment," said the owl calmly, each syllable was a threat. Two pigeons flew down to each side of the owl. Reinforcements.
"Oi! Ya' hear that glitter glues!", one pigeon shouted with a thick accent.
"Stay outta our territory, dust fly!", added the other.
You cried, "But I didn't do anything wro-!"
"Silence!" his voiced echoed. "For such frivolity of the laws, fairy, you shall face judgment." With a screech the owl dove at you with the two pigeons close behind.
The next thing you knew, you were being chased by the owl and pigeons. Forced to speed around corner and under street lamps, making dives and rises with only your tiny, insect-like fairy wings. Try as you must, you were caught by strong pigeon talons latching onto your arms. You fought and you fought like Hell but could do little more than dangle.
"Hola~" It was voice that was dark and teasing, smooth and cruel.
That wasn't one of the pigeons…
Suddenly you were jostled, something inside the pigeon snapped —a sharp, loud snap— and you were let go. Finally flying again, you watched as the bird plummeted to the streets below. You heard a loud 'bang', the pigeon corpse landed on one of the tiny moving metal building and it's blood splattered all over the roof.
You dove for shelter on one of the roofs. That was when you you saw him. He soared past you -tailed by the owl and remaining pigeon- and eclipsed the moon. He was a massive bat, maybe just as big as the owl. He spread his wings wide like a dominance display before he dove right back at his pursuers.
He went right for the other pigeon and tackled it to the roof top of the building you were hiding at. Your body cringed at the loud dragging sound but you still forced yourself to peek over the roof's lip. There you saw drag stripe of feathers and blood. Your eyes darted from the trail to the bat and his victim and back again. You heard a loud crunch and like that, the pigeon stopped fighting. Its wings dropped limply to the floor but the bat kept going. It offered no grace, in the pigeon's final moments. It just ate. The sounds of wet pops of organs being punctured and tearing of sinew were flooding your ears.
The world was spinning. Your vision kept blurring but you were able to see the bat rise from his prey -blood and pigeon viscera coating his face and dripping down his chest- and he turned to you and smiled. Every tooth was coated in thick red. Somehow you managed to snap yourself our of your terrified trance. After some stumbling from your hiding spot, you flew away as fast as your thin fairy wings could fly. You were unnoticed by the owl from before as it swooped in to attack the feeding bat.
Feeling safe enough —after you don't know how long of flying— you found a tall tower to hide in. It was the old, bell-less church from before. Crawling into the hollow mouth of one of the gargoyle statues, you saw that it opened up to the inner crawlspace of the tower. He wouldn't find you here. Just then you heard him.
"¡Sal, sal, pequeña hada!"
You gasped. It was voice that was dark and teasing, smooth and cruel.
You turned and saw the bat from before.
With him so close you were able to really see just how massive he was: twice, almost three times bigger than any fairy you've met and with a sturdy build to match wide shoulders and a muscular chest and arms. His dark brown fur was smudged with blood, mostly on his long maul. He tilted his head to the side when he saw you, almost curious as his eyes traced you up and down.
"No pienses que no te vi," he said softly with mock friendliness.
"Hello?" you forced out through quivering stutters.
When his eyes met yours, his smile got wider and his eyes got darker.
"I'm a fairy," your vice was shaking and your eyes were wet, "I'm not…! I'm not food."
The bat's eyelids lowered coyly as he cocks his head to the other side. "Of course you're not," he said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist and grabbed your arm. You felt so small in his claws. "Now where are my manners? I am Emidio," he said and kissed your hand, "And what might I call you, pequeña hada?"
You gulped thickly as you smelled blood on his breath. Despite your better judgment, you gave him your name.
"Bello. Un nombre bello para una mujer bella. A flower in all but name," there was a carnal heat to his voice and a part of you stiffens. Emidio was right in front of you now. Now your height disparity was obvious -you barely reached his chest- he combed his claw through your hair and brought the fistful up to his snout, he took a deep whiff. "And you smell just as sweet," he said. You smelled blood on his breath. The metallic aftertaste made your head spin.
"That's… That's very nice of you to say," your voice was weak and trembling. You managed to pull yourself away from his hold, "But I think I should maybe leave. My family will start to miss—"
Before you could finish you were knocked to the ground. You looked down at your chest and you saw massive claw marks tore open your clothes. Your heaving breasts were exposed to the cool air, now with new long, weeping cuts across them. You looked up and were met with dark, dominating eyes.
You tried to get up -your wings flapping desperately- but you were knocked back to the floor. You were folded into a triangle: on your knees with your face to the ground and your ass in the air. Your breath was squeezed out of you with how forceful your chest as he pressed himself against your back.
You screamed when you felt him press his metal band against your shoulder, just above your wing. It was so cold and it burned into your muscles like a brand. You didn't feel the pain anymore when you smelled cooking meat.
"Trying to fly away already? Very amusing, florecita." His breath was hot in your ear.
You tried to crawl, clawing yourself out from under him but he used his claws to pin down your hands to the floor. You let out a shriek from the sudden pain of your poor hands getting crushed.
"But I plan on having you for a little longer." Then you felt something hot, hard and damp in a fleshy way grind against your privates. You quivered as you felt the weeping tip of his cock poke at your pussy lips, just barely entering.
"I have big plans for you and it would be a shame if you left so soon," he said, before thrusting his big-as-your-thigh sized cock into your unprepared cunt.
It hurt! Each thrust like a punch to your guts that got deeper and deeper. You felt felt your every muscle in your lower half get stretched to beyond their limits. His cock shoves your organs upwards in a rhythmically growing and shrinking mound under your skin. Your cheeks burned from your own tears as he fucked you mercilessly. You were ripping at the seams, feeling a trickles of blood and precum run down your thighs.
"My cock is too big for hadas… and your cunt is too tight. It can barely fit," his smooth, spiced voice now had a gravely growl to it and made your stressed muscles clench harder around him. "But it feels so good!~" he moaned.
"Too…! Too much!" you cried in a raspy whimper, "Don't—! …stop!" It was getting harder to speak from all the pressure to your chest and diaphragm.
"OOooOoooh, cariño," Emidio moaned into your ear. It made your head spin, but maybe it was from your lack of breath and the thunder-like beating of his heart didn't much help. Each pulse rang through your bones like a hammer to a bell.
"Since you insist~" he hummed, equal parts teasingly and cruelly. Emidio's furious pace eventually became uneven, like he wasn't able to keep his own tempo. Even in your fogging mind could tell he was close and it disgusted you to think about, but you were too. Just then, you came, spraying out cum in waves that gradually decreased in intensity until there was nothing left.
You cursed your body for reacting like that. You shouldn't have felt like that but you did.
Without warning, Emidio slammed his hips against you in a single bone shattering thrust. His thick spent flooded your abused pussy. You felt his semen pool in your cervix, it was so hot you felt like it would melt a hole out of your stomach. With what little room you had left in you, Emidio's cum gushed out of you in thick streams. Emidio didn't stop after his climax, he kept fucking your limp body. You felt his cum slosh against his dick. It felt like he was simultaneously fucking his cum in and out of you.
Before you could register being flipped onto your back, the sudden emptiness in your core struck you like a stone wall. From immediately going from stuffed to bursting to empty and gaping. Your combined spent dripping out of your opened hole in thick globs and puddled under you. You let out a pained moan as your stained, strained vaginal muscles flex around nothing. In that moment, you almost considered this feeling of emptiness was more painful than being filled, but that thought was short lived. In the span of a breath, you were filled to beyond capacity. With how big his cock was, your clit sat right above it and was rubbed against mercilessly.
Now on your back, you saw the fist-sized bump in your stomach disappearing and reappearing in a painful rhythm. Dizzy from being hypnotic rhythm, your head fell back onto the hard wood floor with a loud 'thunk'.
"Please… I'm begging," you managed to croak out, "Stop…!"
You just heard Emidio chuckle.
Despite the pain and the darkness, you were still able to see Emidio's face hovering, seemingly miles above you. The tapetum lucidum of his eyes made them glow in the low light like a pair of moons. Your eyes welled up with tears again, making everything blur and swirl together.
"What a precious little morsel you are, mi flor. Such a good pet," he said darkly, grabbing your face, squishing your damp and burning cheeks with one hand and adjusting legs with the other. He moved them so that your ankles were touching your bruised collar bone in a mating-press. The whole time, his cock didn't leave you longer than it took a thrust. "I could just eat you up, starting with those big, wet eyes."
Then he took a big, smothering lick across your face. Like a tentacle, Emidio's tongue slithered from your cheek to under your chin.
You cried but that just allowed Emidio entry into your mouth. His tongue was long and thick, quickly filling your mouth and inching down your throat. Your eyes went wide, feeling your jaw painfully stretch wider and wider just to accommodate Emidio and his invading tongue. When you tried to force a breath, you choked on him so you were forced to limply accept his kiss, let Emidio's tongue pump and swirl around your mouth.
His lips, his breath, his tongue, it all tasted like gore. It made you sick yet it also made you hungry for more. To your own shock, you kissed back. Emidio was pleasantly surprised by how you deepened the kiss and he rewarded you with more. You moaned around his tongue as you felt something break through the pain like a flower sprouting through a boulder. It was the feeling of ecstasy! You felt like you were melting into him. You became a pliable mass of warm, willing clay shaped by him from the inside out. That was when you felt your body tighten up all the way down to your knuckles clenching so hard they turned white, and shake uncontrollably before you sprayed your white-hot spent all over Emidio's crotch fluff.
But then he broke away and wrapped his massive claw around your neck. Emidio squeezed it warningly. You whined out something unintelligible as you reached up to him as a silent beg to kiss you again.
With hooded eyes and a sly grin, Emidio said, "Oh, you look so good like this and you're taking me so well. I think I'll keep you." His cock twitch inside you and his fur tickled your hardened clit. "For as long as we both breath, you will be my sex pet, my broodmare and, of course, my mate."
With each word you felt his hold on your throat get tighter and tighter. Every breath you took made a high pained squeak. It was getting harder by the moment to keep looking straight as your eyes began to roll back.
"Nod if you understand, cosita," Emidio ordered.
With the little strength you had left, you nodded. Then Emidio's claws finally loosened just enough for you to take a breath, which you did so eagerly. You gulped in air in loud wheezes, filling your lungs after full minutes of choking.
"Muy bien," Emidio hummed. He kissed you again, which you accepted eagerly. Your tongue swirled around his and you felt like you were swallowing Emidio's long tongue bit by bit.
Your weakened, shaking arms reached up to wrap around Emidio's thick neck. You barely had the strength to hold him. His short, fine yet dense fur was soft to the touch. The sweat on your skin made the little hairs cling to your fingers. You carded your fingers through his mane, making Emidio purr into your mouth. His purrs echoed off your insides, sending tremors all throughout your body.
Emidio's thrusts were slow now, but they were more powerful than before. It felt like his dick was going deeper and deeper each time: from the tip kissing your cervix to penetrating it.
Out…
SLAM!!
Out…
SLAM!!
Out…
SLAM!!
You never felt this level of pain before but you also never felt this level of ecstasy either. It was like finally being full when you never knew until then you were starving. It was comparable to love and you loved the feeling, or at least that was what your cum drunk mind was telling you.
You were close yet again! Your velvety inner muscles tightened around your bat lover, making him let out a loud hiss.
"Eres mío…" Emidio said between growling breaths, not even a gasp away from your lips. His lips were still wet from yours; a short string of saliva connecting you. His pace quickened: still rhythmic and dominating.
"¡…SOLO MIO!" he roared before climaxing for the second time.
In a thrust more powerful than any before, plugging you up like a cork in a bottle, his cum flooded you again. It was as alien and welcomed at it was the first time.
You looked down at your midsection, seeing a myriad of purpling bruises littering your skin. Even with your blurred vision, you saw how extended your stomach was: you looked like you were 4 months pregnant. Your hands —it felt like they were controlled by someone else— caressed your swollen stomach. Your skin was hot to the touch. When you pressed down, Emidio's cum inside you almost felt like an unpoppable bubble in your tummy.
"Don't worry yourself, cosita. You will be with pup very soon," Emidio said between heavy breaths. He brought his claw up to your face to wipe tears from your cheek.
You smiled as he nuzzled his snout into your hair. 'That would be so nice…'
Thoughts of being pregnant with Emidio's children and living on his massive cock lulled you to sleep. Before you were fully fallen, you felt him leave you. Without his fur against your skin, you felt naked beyond words. When his cock left your used opening, you whined. Unable to move any part of you, you were forced to feel Emidio's cum spill out of you.
"Tapas~" Emidio lick his lips before you fell unconscious.
EPILOGUE
You awoke to the familiar feeling of something in your mouth and the bitter taste of metal of your tongue. It tasted like meat. The smell of damp flesh was thick in the air made you wet and hungry for more. Your face was held in place by a pair of huge paws. They held you gentle enough to feel romantic, yet at the same time hard enough for you to not escape.
Not that you would want to.
Your eyes slowly opened to see that it was Emidio kissing you. Looking into his dark eyes made the night before flash before your eyes, from the horrifying start to the cervix-erupting end.
"Emidio," you moaned around his tongue. His name dripped from your lips like warm honey.
"We leave at night-fall," he said, breaking your kiss.
"What?" you mumbled. Your mind body were still too weak to do much. All you could do was limply let Emidio lay you back down on your nest(?) and wrapped his vast wings around you. He took care to not touch you with his metal band. Instinctively, you nuzzled into his fur, breathing in his scent.
"To the jungle, away from this cold place." He hissed at the word 'cold'. "How can anything grow in such cold… This is no place for pups to grow to a reasonable size."
He continued, this voice turned nostalgic, "You won't miss this freezing wasteland, florcita. The jungle is a paradise of color and sun. Our pup will grow big and strong —much like his father— with warmth on his wings and his belly, always full of the tastiest of birds, lizards and smaller, lesser mammals… and far, far away from the filth humans. They won't take us from our home again."
"I love you, Emidio," you moaned sleepily.
He chuckled, raking his claws in your messy hair. "Yo también te amo, mi pequeña flor," was the last thing you heard before falling asleep again.
So I recently lost my job. The company I was working for was bought out and I was not selected to stay. I've kept this knowledge for a while and now that I have a week left of my employment, I feel like it's the right time to re-announce my commissions.
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Your Mayor Jerry x wife!reader made me think of this specific scenario with him. So let's say that the lis/kids are on some kind of summer camp. Jerry's mother is in idk, a summer camp for elderly? The point is, him and reader are home alone, and they plan to take advantage of this to the MAX. Unfortunately, some asshole (who is not Mabel) wanted to get some emmbarasing photos of the mayor to create some kind of smear campaign or scandal. The next thing Jerry knows, there's a photo going around the internet that basically shows him with an undid shirt, no pants, a tent in his boxers, hands tied behing his back with his tie, and on his knees with a leash that is held by reader that sits on the couch in nothing but lingerie and leather boots. He is MORTIFIED, not only did someone capture him and his wife in the middle of an intimate act, BUT HIS REPUTATION IS GOING TO BLOW SO BAD.
Accept it didn't, almost nobody gave that much of a fuck. Cuz what's the big deal? A married consenting middle-aged couple, alone in their home, trying to spice up their sex life. Nothing wrong with that. That being said, people did make jokes "Damn, I didn't know the mayor freaked up like that!" "If I had a baddie like that, I would be on that kind of situation constantly"
Ooohh that’s so good! This is such a messy mayor scandal idea omg 💀 I can totally picture him freaking out. I was a blushing mess writing this lol NSFW
The summer heat lingered in Beaverton even as the sun dipped low, but inside your spacious home with Mayor Jerry, the air was thick with anticipation. Lucia was off at her week-long summer camp, giggling with other kids around campfires and crafts, and Jerry's mother had been dropped off to visit an old friend in the neighborhood.
For the first time in months, the house was yours alone. No tiny footsteps pattering down the hall, no interruptions from family duties. Jerry, the proud real estate developer and handsome mayor, had cleared his schedule, trading city hall meetings for something far more personal.
You moved through the living room with a sway in your hips, your dark hair cascading over your shoulders. You wore a simple sundress that hugged your curves, but Jerry knew what lay beneath. He'd caught glimpses all day—teasing flashes of lace as you bent to pick up Lucia's forgotten toys.
Now, with the doors locked and the lights dimmed, you turned to him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Finally,” you murmured, stepping close enough for him to smell your vanilla perfume. “No excuses tonight.”
Jerry's brown eyes, framed by those three small wrinkles, locked onto yours. His tall frame towered over you, his fair skin flushed under the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt. His short dark gray pompadour was slightly tousled from running his hands through it earlier, and his thick black eyebrows furrowed in playful hunger. Chest hair peeked from the open fabric, a trail leading down to where his belt hung loose. “I've been thinking about this all week,” he growled, his hawk-like nose brushing your forehead as he pulled you against him. His hands roamed your back, fingers digging into your ass through the thin dress.
You pushed him back toward the couch, your lips claiming his in a deep kiss. Tongues tangled, wet and urgent, as you worked his shirt fully open, exposing the coarse hair across his broad chest. Jerry groaned into your mouth, his cock already hardening in his slacks. You broke the kiss, your breath hot against his ear. “On your knees, Mayor. Let's see how well you follow orders when no one's watching.”
He complied without hesitation, dropping to the plush rug before you. You stepped back, slipping out of your dress to reveal the black lingerie clinging to your full breasts and hips—lace cups barely containing your nipples, a garter belt framing your thighs. But it was the leather boots that made his pulse race, the shiny material rising to your knees like a command. You grabbed his tie, yanking it free with a sharp tug. “Hands behind your back.”
Jerry's heart pounded as he obeyed, feeling the silk tie bind his wrists tight. You looped a thin leather leash through a makeshift collar from his own belt, clipping it secure. Tugging him forward, you sank onto the couch, legs spreading wide. The tent in his boxers strained obscenely as you peeled off his pants and slacks, leaving him exposed—shirt undone, no pants, just the bulge of his thick cock pressing against the fabric. “Look at you,” you purred, your free hand stroking his cheek before trailing down to squeeze his bulge. “So eager for your wife.”
He leaned in, nuzzling your thigh, lips brushing the edge of your lingerie. You pulled the leash, guiding his mouth to your pussy, already damp through the lace. Jerry licked hungrily, tongue pressing flat against the fabric before you shifted it aside. He sucked your clit, fingers twitching uselessly behind him, as you moaned and rocked against his face. “Fuck, Jerry...just like that. Eat me out.” Your boots dug into his sides, heels pressing his ribs as you rode his tongue, your juices coating his chin.
You both lost yourselves in the rhythm—your pulling the leash to control his pace, him thrusting his hips futilely against the air, cock leaking pre-cum into his boxers. Your breaths came in gasps, your hand fisting his pompadour as you neared the edge. “Don't stop...oh god! I'm gonna cum on your face.” And you did, thighs clamping his head, body shuddering as waves of pleasure ripped through you.
But in the haze of your passion, neither of you noticed the faint click from the backyard window. Some opportunistic hack, hired by a rival developer with a grudge, had scaled the fence, phone in hand, snapping shots through the glass. The photos captured it all: Jerry on his knees, bound and tented, leash in your grip as you lounged in lingerie and boots, your expression one of pure dominance.
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The next morning, Jerry's phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand. He stirred beside you, who was still curled against him, naked and sated from your marathon night—after the oral, you'd untied him, and he'd fucked you hard on the couch, then the floor, then carried you to bed for round after round. His cock had buried deep in your pussy, pounding relentlessly until you both collapsed in a sweaty heap.
But now, scrolling through notifications, his face drained of color. The photos were everywhere—local forums, Twitter, even the Beaverton Gazette's tip line. 'Mayor Jerry's Kinky Secret Exposed!' screamed one headline. He bolted upright, chest hair matted with sweat from the nightmare of it all. “Babe! Someone...fuck, they took pictures. Last night. We're ruined.”
You sat up, wrapping the sheet around you, eyes widening as you saw the images. Jerry, mortified, stared at his own form: shirt flapping open, boxers tented with his erection, hands tied, kneeling submissively while you held the leash in your lingerie and boots. “Oh shit,” you whispered, but then your phone lit up too. Messages from friends, not outrage, but...emojis? Laughing faces?
Jerry paced the bedroom, his hawk nose flaring, wrinkles deepening around his eyes. As mayor and real estate kingpin, his reputation was everything—deals hinged on trust, elections on image. “This is a smear campaign. Some asshole trying to tank me. The council, the voters...they'll see me as a pervert. Our life, Lucia—“
You grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “Wait. Look at the comments.” You scrolled through the feeds. Instead of fury, it was a wave of indifference laced with amusement.
"Lol, Mayor Jerry getting freaky? Good for him. Wife's a smoke show in those boots."
"Damn, didn't know the mayor was into that leash life. If my spouse looked like that, I'd be tied up daily too."
"Beaverton's finest couple spicing things up. No biggie—married folks gotta keep it hot."
"Haha, 'Freaky like that'? More like lucky. Pass the popcorn."
The local paper ran a blurb: 'Leaked Photos Show Mayor in Private Moment—No Scandal Here, Just Life.' Even the rival who'd leaked it backed off quick, their 'campaign' fizzling when no one bit. Beaverton folks shrugged it off—a consenting middle-aged couple, home alone, playing out fantasies. Nothing illegal, nothing harmful. If anything, it humanized Jerry, made him relatable.
By afternoon, the frantic buzzing of Jerry’s phone had finally settled into a rhythmic, reassuring hum. Instead of the scandal he had braced for, his inbox was a fortress of loyalty.
His lead strategist had sent a succinct "All clear," followed by a detailed report: the PR team had moved with surgical precision, scrubbing the most private images from the servers before they could gain traction. Even better, the opportunist who’d snapped the photos had been picked up for trespassing and invasion of privacy.
Jerry let out a breath he felt he’d been holding since sunrise. He sank onto the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping as he leaned his weight against you.
"They got him," he murmured, rubbing a hand over his face. "The team...they handled it. Most of it’s just gone. Like it never happened."
You shifted closer, resting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him into your space. "See? I told you. The people of Beaverton know who you are, Jerry. They love their Mayor. One set of blurry photos isn't going to change that."
You leaned in, your voice dropping to a playful, tender whisper. "Besides, there’s nothing wrong with two people showing how much they love each other. Even if we like to keep things a little...interesting."
Jerry let out a soft, genuine chuckle—the first one you'd heard all day. He turned his head, catching your gaze with those warm, slightly weary eyes.
"You always did have a way of spinning my mid-life crises into something sweet," he said, reaching out to squeeze your hand and placing a gentle kiss on it. "I suppose if the biggest scandal I ever face is being 'too enthusiastic' about my wife, then I’m a luckier man than I deserve.“
He leaned in, closing the space between you with a kiss that started slow and lingering, tasting of deep relief and an even deeper devotion. It wasn't about the headlines or the damage control anymore; it was just about the two of you.
When he finally pulled back, he didn't go far, resting his forehead against yours. He let out a contented sigh, his fingers tangling with yours.
"Everything's under control," he murmured, his eyes bright with affection. "And as long as you're on my side, then I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
So I recently lost my job. The company I was working for was bought out and I was not selected to stay. I've kept this knowledge for a while and now that I have a week left of my employment, I feel like it's the right time to re-announce my commissions.
If you you'd like some custom art like this--!
--Give me a private message and I'll get it to you super fast!
I accept PayPal, Venmo and Zelle!
I love receiving reference images! It lets me know just exactly what you want in your commission! Don't be shy if you have a lot either!
A-Okay!
OC x Character
NSFW
Suggestive
SFW
Pregnancy (favorite thing to do! Especially if it's fluff!!)
Yandere themes
GN or male OCs
Bunch of stuff I haven't thought of yet!!
No-no!
OC x OC
Character x Character
Violence
The $5 price only covers one black and white sketchy drawing, so please have that in mind!
"She loves me…she loves me not…she loves me…" The famed Monkey King sits with his legs crossed in a green field, his tail curled and idly flexing behind him while he uses clawed fingers to pluck petal after petal from the flower stem in his fist. His eyes are closed but Tang Monk knows his student well enough to know that Wukong is aware he is here.
"She loves…me…not." The last petal is plucked, followed by a harsh breath of air from the monkey's nose as he huffs in frustration. He tosses the now bare stem onto a pile of other discarded flowers, all missing their petals.
"Call it stupid if you must Monk, I don't care." The tone he speaks with says he very much does care.
"I wasn't going to say such a thing, my student. I was just curious as to what has kept your attention for an entire afternoon. Important matters, it's apparent." Tang Monk lifts the bottom of his robes and settles into the grass next to the monkey, watching as Wukong grabs another unplucked flower from a separate pile. He begins the process once more. Now that the monk has a proper view he can see that the plucked flowers are also in two separate piles, and he points to them.
"One for 'love' and the other for 'not', I assume?" Wukong let's his head fall back in frustration as he groans towards the heavens, his tail lashing behind him.
"Uhg, yes. And it's an even tie. Love, not, love, not, love, love, followed by not, not. I thought the whole point of this silly human practice was to find out for certain!" He plucks the remaining petals of his current flower with more aggression than necessary, throwing it into the 'love' pile before starting again on a new one.
"Well…there is a trick to it, you see." Tang Monk starts, biting the inside of his cheek to try and hide his smile. He fails. It's not his fault his student is so silly when his mind is consumed with thoughts of you.
"What do you mean?" The monkey asks, those golden eyes moving from the flower in his fist to his Master's.
"Well, depending on the number of petals and which one you start on changes the outcome. It's not actually helping you find the right answer like soothsaying would." Wukong stares at him for a solid moment, still as stone, before dramatically groaning and falling onto his back, letting the flower drop from his hand. He brings his palms up to rub at his cheeks, kicking his feet and thrashing his tail before letting all his limbs drop to the grass below and staring up at the sky. Tang Monk reaches over and gently pats at his arm in consolation.
"…Why is it all so complicated Master? Why can't I just…know?" Despite knowing him so well after all these years of travel, Tang Monk still has trouble understanding when his disciple is genuinely asking or speaking rhetorically about such matters. He tries for the genuine approach anyways.
"Well…Simply asking her would certainly be a step in the right direction." He reaches out and grabs at one of the unplucked flowers. There are so many still left.
"You know I can't do that. Heh-how pathetic would that be? 'Hello sweet peach, I just want to tell you I love you and know if you love me back? Oh, you don't? No problem, have a good day, I'll see you at the campfire for dinner tonight!' No. No, I won't embarrass myself like that." The monkey crosses his arms, pouting at the sky. Tang Monk does his very best to not reveal to his student that rejection is far from your mind when it comes to him. This is something you both need to figure out yourselves.
"Well. A bouquet of flowers never hurts anyone's chances, hmm?" He asks instead, dropping the flower he was holding right on the monkey's nose. It twitches in response, the flower falling to land on the fur of his cheek as Wukong thinks on his words.
"………Maybe." He finally relents, eyeing the pile with a glimmer Tang Monk has come to recognize as one that means change is coming. Change is coming very fast.
