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Request: Male Boss Minotaur x Fem Skinny Friend x Fem Chubby Reader: So basically the Reader and her Friend both like their Boss but the Reader doesn’t think that their Boss likes them. But what the Reader doesn’t know is that both the Boss and her Friend want her (and their Boss wants both of them). Sorry this is kinda short but this is the idea I hope this is okay. 😁
Are you stupid?
Minotaur x fem!human x chubby fem!reader || body worship, oral sex, sharing is caring, MFF threesome, spanking (lowkey), soft sex || tw: internalized fatphobia
“I want to have dinner with you,” your boss said as he approached the table where you and your bestie were eating lunch. You looked directly at her, obviously he liked her, why wouldn’t he? She was skinny and pretty and everything any human or monster would like (even you). Of course he would ask her out. You tried not to be hurt about it, you both liked him, and he made his choice (the obvious choice, you thought).
“Okay, when?” Your friend instantly asked, hiding her excitement and surprise as if it meant nothing that the hottest and most amazing minotaur just asked her out. But you knew her better, you knew the tilt on her eyebrow meant she was surprised. You knew her better than you knew yourself.
“Tonight. Wear something casual,” he told her. “And you…” He looked straight at you when he said it: “Wear something tight.” You gaped at him, confused. What the fuck did he mean?
“What? Me?” You asked. And then it clicked, he wanted you there so it wouldn’t be weird when he finally asked her out and they made out, you were the buffer. It made sense, but why would he ask you to wear something tight?
“Yes,” he answered curtly and left, leaving you looking at his back with a gaping mouth. What the fuck just happened?
“Yas girl, we just got ourselves a hot date!” Your friend rose her hand to high five you, and you did without thinking, not fully processing what just happened.
You laughed at her, dark thoughts crossing your mind. “You got yourself a date, I’m just the buffer,” you clarified.
Your best friend looked at you like you were stupid. “What the fuck are you saying? He has the hots for you,” she sounded so sure that you almost believed her. Almost.
“No he doesn’t. He likes you, and I get it, you are… perfect.” Your soft tone let out a lot of truths that you weren’t ready to release out in the wild yet.
Again with the incredulous eyes as she almost spit out: “What? Are you insane? You are funny and all soft and pretty and have the greatest tits in the universe.” You looked at her confused, what the fuck was she talking about?
“I- What?” You asked, completely thrown back by her words. Did she really think that about you?
“We got ourselves a date, both of us. Stop arguing,” she added as she got up and left you there, even more confused than before.
You couldn’t think about anything else for the rest of the day, anticipation and dread building inside of you at the same time.
You were back at home (you shared a house to save some money on rent) when she entered your room. “Put this on,” she ordered, giving you a piece of fabric that probably wouldn’t cover your ass cheeks.
You looked at her with skepticism, but you put it on just to shut her up. It fitted you like a second skin, your tummy and ass squeezed with the fabric. Your boobs looked fantastic, though, but it wasn’t you. You looked at the mirror and almost didn’t recognize yourself in that kind of outfit. You couldn’t bend down without exposing your whole pussy and ass, it was that short. And you… kind of liked it.
“I can’t go out like this!” You told her exiting the bathroom, trying to pull down the hem but there wasn’t enough fabric to cover you anymore.
She gaped at you, her eyes big as plates. “You look… You look phenomenal,” she let out after a pause, licking her lips as she checked you out slowly. “Come here,” she asked, and you complied, still self-conscious about all the rolls the dress showed. “You look perfect, he’s going to lose his mind the same way I just did.” She grabbed you by the waist and plastered her body to yours, her face millimeters away from yours.
You looked at her with a tiny smile, thinking she was just playing. “What are you doing?” Your tone was amused.
“I’m kissing you senseless so you stop thinking you aren’t the hottest girl in the whole world,” she said before she closed the distance and attacked your mouth with desperation.
You were shocked for a total of two seconds before you were responding the kiss with equal fervor and need. She parted and squeezed your ass, the tip of her fingers caressing the lower part of your ass cheek, the dress was definitely way too short.
“Why did you do that?” You asked, dizzy.
“Because I’m tired of pretending I’m not in love with you and want to bury my face between your tits until I suffocate,” she let out. You stared at her, gaping like a fish and probably looking stupid, but you couldn’t stop.
“I- I…” You didn’t know what to say. “I love you, too,” you finally let out, baring your heart to her and feeling like a thousand kilos lifted from your chest.
“Now come on, let’s blow his mind so we can be a power thruple,” she joked to reduce the tension in the air. But you didn’t laugh.
“He wants only you either way, he only invited me because I was there and it would have been weird otherwise,” you said with a self-depreciating laugh.
She turned around and looked at you with anger flaring in her eyes: “Are you stupid? Do you like being stupid?” She asked, her tone accusing.
“I only tell the facts.” You were sure of it, there was no way your hot as hell best friend just kissed you because she liked you AND your hot minotaur boss also liked you, you couldn’t be that lucky, not a chance in hell.
“Okay, dummy, if he gapes at you like a fish when he sees you in that outfit I get to spank your ass tonight,” she threatened and you shivered. A whole body shiver.
How did she know you were into spanking? You never discussed your sex life with her… Or maybe you did when you were drunk at the last Christmas party. Shit, you definitely did tell her that. Oh goddess, you were going to die of embarrassment.
“And if he doesn’t?” You asked, your face red as a tomato at that point.
“If he doesn’t, you get to tell me I told you so.” You did love to tell her that when you were right.
“Deal.” You were going to win for sure.
But she was right, and you fucking lost.
He not only gaped at you, but as soon as you entered, he reached to grab your waist and pulled you to his body to devour your mouth. As your friend (girlfriend?) cheered and patted you in the back, his roaming hands groped your ass until your panties were wet and uncomfortable, and your heart was about to explode from your chest. He pulled back and grabbed your friend in the same way, kissing her senseless until she was groaning and you were dripping wet just looking at them.
He was breathing hard when you three pulled apart. “You both look fantastic, I’ve been waiting to do that since you were hired,” he confessed in a low tone.
“But you… You are the boss,” you told him, dizzy from arousal and confusion. Your brain didn’t know what to think, what to feel. Was that really happening? Good goddess, were you dreaming? Was all that a dream? Were you in an accident?
He didn’t even blink before saying: “Which means we all should visit the HR department tomorrow morning.”
“Why?” You asked, still not knowing what was happening.
“Because you two are now mine,” his growl made you shiver as you felt your girlfriend’s hand on your leg, comforting you.
Oh shit, you just got yourself a boyfriend AND a girlfriend, what the fuck?
You three joked and had fun until midnight, when he, being the gentle minotaur he was, walked you two to your shared apartment and kissed you goodbye. It was the hottest and most decadent kiss you ever received, and when he kissed your best friend you whimpered. She chuckled and grabbed your neck, devouring your mouth, too. Good goddess you loved when she got all controlling like that.
“You,” he pointed your minotaur boss (boyfriend?), “need to go home. And I, need to spank her ass because I won a bet.” She pulled the back of your dress up, exposing your ass to the night and groping you until you groaned. She smirked at you as your boss groaned like it pained him.
“Don’t do this to me, now I will have to jerk off twice before going to bed,” he whined, readjusting what looked like a huge erection in his pants.
“Have fun with your hand, big guy. We’ll see you tomorrow and if everything goes well… You might get lucky and get to spank her ass, too.” The fact that she was offering that without even considering you about it shouldn’t be hot, but you couldn’t contain the groan that escaped your mouth.
“Oh goddess, I might have to do it three times… You two are going to kill me,” he lamented without any sadness behind it, kissing your forehead and hers and going back to his car.
You two watched him go, and when you were safely back inside, you felt a hand squeezing your ass in a very naughty way. She guided you to your bedroom and spanked you until you cried, and then fucked you with your favorite dildo until you came all over yourself, your poor sheets not making it. You had to sleep with her as she complained jokingly. But it was her fault, after all.
The morning after, everything felt happier and brighter, and when you two had breakfast in comfortable silence you couldn’t avoid having horny thoughts about your girlfriend and boss going at it over the counter. She winked at you like she knew what you were thinking, and slapped your tender ass as you walked to the car. You whimpered as she laughed, you never felt more desired.
Your boss was waiting at the door of the HR department, looking handsome as hell as you walked to him. He looked like he wanted to kiss you senseless again, but he refrained and opened the door so you two could go first. You had to sign some papers about not suing the company and all that law stuff, and when everything was set, he grabbed your waist and bent you back, kissing you like in the movies and leaving you breathless. He did the same with your girlfriend (now shared girlfriend), and walked out saying he had some calls to make but he would meet you two later.
You walked to your desk in a daze and the work tasks seemed impossible for a long while.
“We have a meeting in five minutes,” your girlfriend said as she stopped next to your desk about an hour later.
“We have?” You looked at her panicked, you didn’t have any meeting in your calendar. You didn’t prepare. What was the meeting even about?
“Yes. Move your pretty ass, come on.” You were still panicking when she dragged you all the way to the meeting room, where your boss was already sitting on his big chair, legs far apart and cock out, slowly stroking himself. You almost swallowed your tongue.
“Wha- what are we doing here?” You asked, your panties already wet just seeing his huge juicy cock disappearing in his fist. It was the most erotic sight you’ve ever seen, you wanted to fall to your knees and swallow him to the root (which was very hopeful because you probably couldn’t even get half of him in your mouth without choking).
“I heard that my girlfriend didn’t think I was into her, so I decided we needed a team meeting to rectify that,” your boss-boyfriend explained, his hand working non-stop over his shaft.
“What?” You asked, confused.
“Get naked and bend over the table. Now,” your girlfriend ordered and you looked between the two.
“What?” You couldn’t comprehend anything. Did they talk about you? Did your girlfriend told him that? You felt your face getting redder and redder.
“Now, darling,” he repeated in a softer tone.
You complied, still confused about what was happening. When you were face down on the table, you heard them whispering behind you, not sure about what they were saying. Soon after you felt rough hands caressing your sides and your ass, such a soft touch that you shivered. Two softer hands joined, touching you everywhere. It was like a combined massage and you were rapidly losing your mind.
A hand pushed your legs apart, and a tongue found your center. You wanted to look over your shoulder and see who it was, but they didn’t let you, a hand in your back pressing you against the table. The tongue was replaced with another, and then both of them were licking your pussy in tandem, worshiping you as they groaned. Their hands were groping your ass and tummy, you could feel them everywhere.
“Please…” You begged, almost there but not quite. They were playing with you, getting you almost to orgasm and backing down. You were desperate.
“I know darling, I know… Just let go.” Your minotaur said, a finger entering your pussy slowly and tenderly. You groaned again, and let yourself surrender to pleasure.
They were everywhere, they surrounded your body with caresses and kisses, hands roaming everywhere as you laid there, unable to move as they worshiped your body. It was the softest and most intense experience of your life. The orgasm kept building, slowly and surely, and by the time you were about to come, a harsh hand landed on your ass, making you cry out as you fell apart under their attention.
You were still panting when your girlfriend whispered against your ear: “You did great.” She kissed your cheek and caressed your hair softly.
“Such a good girl for us,” your boyfriend added, kissing your forehead.
“I don’t think I can walk,” you responded, half joking, half telling the truth.
“Good thing my penthouse is right at the top of the building,” your boyfriend said, taking your body off the table like you weighted nothing. You were about to protest that you were too heavy when he talked again: “If you say you are too big, I’m going to spank you until you can’t sit in a week,” he threatened.
“Don’t tempt her, she’s a good girl, but she loves to be a good slut, too.” You blushed hard, hiding your face against your boss’ neck as they both laughed.
“Let’s go to my house so we can finish what we started,” his tone was rough and deep, like the sea at night.
“What?” You asked, as the same time your girlfriend said: “What do you mean?”
“Oh, darling, if you think you aren’t going to be full of cum when I’m done with you, you are heavily mistaken. And that goes for both of you,” he added, bending down to kiss your girlfriend’s open mouth.
Request: Tentacle Monster x Fem Reader x Best Friend: They move into a new house together (the Reader and the Friend) and they’ve been told that there is a monster/creature that lives in the house but they don’t believe the story. So they’ve been living in the house for a couple months and they have noticed that their things sometimes disappear and then will just reappear. So one night they decide to have a sleep over in the Readers room and basically that’s when they find out about the Tentacle Monster (and they become a (throuple)couple). Note: If it’s okay the reader and her friend have had feelings for each other.
Monster-tale
Tentacle monster x fem!OC x fem!reader || sharing is caring, tentacle sex, mates, oral sex, face riding
You looked between the building and your girlfriend, not convinced at all about the new house you two bought together. “Are you sure this is the place? What about the monster?” You knew it was, but sometimes you needed some reassurance. The place looked run down to the point of haunted house. You weren’t sure you wanted to be there more than two seconds, but it was technically yours… Fuck.
She was as calm as ever, just looking at the house with her big hopeful eyes, making you want to hug her until she melted against you. “Yes, dude, chill. They said it was a bit run down, but we can fix it. The monster is just an old tale, don’t worry.” She pecked your lips and smiled like a madwoman, looking like sunshine just appeared in a cloudy day.
You weren’t so sure about it, but you told her either way: “Okay, I will trust you on this...” You would trust her with everything if you were truthful about it. She was the best. But sometimes… Sometimes you felt like something was missing.
As expected, the house felt haunted. It started with bits and pieces, just some stuff disappearing. “Hey, did you see my pink top?” Your girlfriend asked during one random breakfast.
“Nope, it wasn’t there when I folded laundry,” you said between bites. Not thinking too hard about it, she probably misplaced it.
She looked deep in thought. “Let me know if you find it…” Her voice was unsure and something at the back of your head tingled, the same way as if someone was staring at you. You turned around, but there was nothing there, just shadows. Weird.
“Will do.” But something at the back of your brain itched, like you were missing something, like there was a bit more to it than just a missing top.
The top appeared in the bathroom hamper three days later, no idea how it got there or why. You checked there when she asked and it wasn’t there, definitely wasn’t there. Weird.
You two started to be a bit more careful with your stuff, but things kept disappearing and re-appearing in other places. No meaning, no reason, just missing stuff and it appearing in the most weird places. You didn’t know if it was your girlfriend messing with you, or if you two were just really messy… But something didn’t make sense.
Weird.
And on top of that, you had the sensation of being watched at all times. Like there was a presence behind you at any given moment, and it was creepy, but at the same time… It filled you with some kind of anticipation, like something big was about to happen. Sometimes you thought you saw shadows in the corner of your eyes, crossing the hallway, behind you or in the ceiling. Something like tentacles moving but they were never there when you turned around. And that continued for a couple months before you had enough and brought the topic to your girlfriend.
“We need to talk about this house,” you started, sitting down in front of her trying to look as serious as possible. “I don’t understand what’s happening but there’s definitely something else here, maybe someone else,” you finally confessed your paranoia to her.
“What do you mean?” She asked, setting down the hat she was crocheting.
You explained how you felt things moving, and couldn’t find some stuff… And you felt constantly watched. You thought you were going crazy, but the understanding in her face made you feel better instantly. You two talked it out, and turned out she was experiencing the same stuff as you. She even saw the shadow tentacles in the corner of her eyes! Maybe the monster tale wasn’t really a tale...
You two were confused at best, but most of all, you were annoyed by whatever creature was haunting you. So you decided to have a sleepover to see if you could lure the ghost, or whatever the entity they were, out. You barely hit the mattress when you heard something crash behind you.
“Did you hear that?” You asked, a mix of fear and anticipation filling your every cell. Your girlfriend was looking behind you, eyes big as plates and breath erratic.
And then you heard him for the first time. “Do not fear me, humans.”
You turned around as fast as Lightning McQueen. There was a monster there, a thin tall monster with purple skin and… tentacles? You were shaking, and to your embarrassment, the first thing out of your mouth was: “You have tentacles!” You cursed yourself internally at the stupidity of your words.
He chuckled lightly as your girlfriend facepalmed beside you. “I do… But I won’t hurt you… You are my precious mates, after all.” You looked at him not understanding what he was saying, your mind completely taken aback by that… monster. He was handsome in a way you couldn’t fully comprehend, ethereal in a non-human way. And you liked it, it was like something inside of you ignited in his presence.
“You’re what?” Your girlfriend questioned, her face mirroring the morbid curiosity in yours.
“Mates,” he repeated, as if the word was self-explanatory.
“As in Australians?” Your girlfriend asked, making you turn to look at her. What?
“No, as in my forever partners. Lovers,” he sounded like he was biting his tongue not to laugh. Which valid, what the fuck of a question was that? You were still looking at her when she looked at you, questioning.
You two had a silent conversation, thinking about what he said and how you felt about it. You thanked the goddess for having such a connection with her. “I… We need more info on that, big dude,” you finally let out.
You two sat down on the bed as he curled his tentacles under him, making some kind of chair. He explained how he had been waiting for you since before you bought the house, and how since then, he had been trying to make contact with you two but didn’t know how. He took over the basement and had been staying there and helping around the house as much as he could, but sometimes… Sometimes he stole your stuff because your smell calmed him in the cold nights. You two swooned at him when he said that. He was so cute and so adorable… In a monstrous way.
After that, everything started to make more sense. He didn’t hide anymore, he was constantly around, helping in the house and being a perfect gentleman (gentle-monster?) to you two. At first it was really weird, but bit by bit he inserted himself in your lives, and you started to gain more and more affection to him… It helped that he was extra affectionate. A touch here and there, a little slap on the ass to tell you how good you looked in that skirt. He was always doing nice stuff for you two, and it was driving both of you insane.
Insanely hot and bothered.
He didn’t try to go further, going back to the basement every night and leaving you two alone to do whatever you wanted. But out of respect for him, and knowing he could hear everything happening at the house, you didn’t masturbate. Or had sex. Or anything… Both of you were a bit on edge. Pent up frustration and excitement filling your bodies and making it so you two would grind against the corned of a table if he didn’t act on it soon enough.
But he didn’t say anything about sexual stuff… And you had enough teasing.
“Do you want to fuck us?” You blurted one random day.
Your girlfriend cursed as he choked on the water he was drinking, coughing hard. “Wha- what?” He let out when the coughing stopped. You apologized softly, and hid your blushed face in your hands.
“You’ve been teasing us non-stop, and it’s driving us a bit insane. We are ready.” Your girlfriend told him, smiling at him in that tender way that made your panties melt. If his hooded eyes were any indication, that smile had a similar reaction on him.
“So fucking ready,” you added, sending him your best bedroom eyes (which probably looked ridiculous at that point). “If- If you want, that’s it,” you added, feeling self-conscious all of sudden.
“Are you sure?” He asked, looking equally hopeful and excited.
“Yes, please,” you both said at the same time. He chuckled at your synchronicity and you felt the tip of one of his tentacles ascending your leg. You saw another doing the same to your girlfriend. Anticipation filled you and you got wetter and wetter.
“Bedroom, now,” he ordered. Both of you ran to the bedroom. You saw your girlfriend throwing her clothes anywhere as she ran. Your mouth watered seeing her naked in front of you, her ass jiggling. You licked your lips and let out a yelp when you felt a tentacle spanking your ass lightly, you giggled and ran faster.
By the time he arrived to the bedroom, you two were already kissing over the mattress, groaning into each other’s mouth. He approached you two, and you broke apart, looking at him in his naked glory. His tentacles were moving all around him and he looked every bit of a monster he was. And that turned you on more than anything ever before.
You heard your girlfriend moaning next to you, and when you looked to your side you saw multiple tentacles curling around her body, suckers over her nipples. You groaned at the image, arousal growing increasingly. The chorus of screams and moans was like a filthy symphony of your love. Not two seconds later, more tentacles joined the party and curled around your legs, ascending until they were sucking hickeys over all your sensitive areas. The moment they made contact with your nipples, you cried out.
You felt his tentacles parting your legs, exploring your inner thighs as he teased your pussy. “I’m going to fuck you so well, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he promised. His tentacles were probing your entrance, asking for permission. You groaned something like a yes, and he started pushing inside, but before you could react, he was manhandling your girlfriend so her pussy was right over your face. “Make her come before I make you come. Let’s see who is better.” Your competitive side rose to the occasion, grabbing your girlfriend’s hips and pushing her down to eat her out.
Your girlfriend riding your face as if you were a mechanic bull. The constant grind of his tentacles against your pussy and clit, accompanied by the feel of your girlfriend grinding down on your face was driving you insane. You were the sandwich of the most delicious creatures. He started to fuck you slowly, but soon he was fucking you like a machine, his tentacles all over you at the same time. You were in heaven.
You tried to make her cum faster, your lips over her clit as you finger fucked her tight pussy, but he was so good, so precise in every single one of his tentacle’s movements… Your orgasm took you by surprise, screaming around your girlfriend's flesh as you arched your back and came apart. Your ears were ringing and your surroundings were blurry as you felt him move you around. Before you realized, you were laying flat on your girlfriend and he was fucking both of you at the same time, holes aligned and filled to the brim.
He fucked you two non-stop, so many tentacles and sensations you didn’t know how many places he was touching at the same time. Your girlfriend was kissing you passionately as she groaned around your open mouth when he hit her G-spot perfectly. You cried out when he did the same to you. You came, and so did she. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, grunting and telling you how good your pussy was, how pretty you two looked together. It was intoxicating in the best way possible.
By the time he came, your body felt like a rag-doll and your girlfriend was a mess. Both of you were fucked out completely. He groaned as he filled you two with warm cum. You groaned as another orgasm rode your body, almost painful. You blacked out for a couple seconds and came back to him softly cleaning both of you abused pussies. Your girlfriend was fast asleep, and he was looking down at her with the most tender eyes.
“Stay,” you asked him softly as you saw him try to reach for the door. He turned around, his eyes hopeful. He nodded curtly and approached you. He laid behind you and held you against his chest, his tentacles surrounding both of you in the most comfy embrace.
Your eyes were closing when you heard him whisper: “Thank you for accepting me.”
You fell asleep with a smile on your lips and thinking how glad you were that the old monster tale wasn’t really a tale.
Request: Human is chubby trans masc uses he/him with a pussy/hole/cunt. Human very happily takes a job where he is a breeding hole for monster science studies. It's like a hole in the wall where only his bottom half is on show and his top half is hidden so he can hide his face. The monsters take turns using him till he passes out or gives up. In the end he is offered a full time job as a breeding hole. He can't get pregnant but it doesn't stop monsters from trying.
The hole in the wall
Orc x minotaur x werewolf x chubby trans masc!reader || free use, breeding, cum playing, lowkey dirty talk, glory hole
When they offered you a good pay at the science lab for a job that seemed too easy, you agreed immediately. They were trying to understand the mating cycles of different monsters and they needed human subjects in the control group. Seemed easy, seemed like a great pay for very little effort. You were 100% on with it, already thinking what would you do with the money.
“This is your station.” The researcher pointed to a padded hole in a wall. A literal hole in a wall.
“Wha-what?” You asked, confused. Maybe you should have paid a bit more attention to your friend when he explained the details.
“Yeah, we don’t want the monsters to get distracted with other parts of your anatomy, so you are supposed to get your torso in there, so your hole is the only thing they can fuck out here. Didn’t they tell you this in the interview?” She asks, as confused as you.
“I didn’t go through the interview… Your head researcher recommended me.” You didn’t tell her you agreed too fast to listen to the specifics, your brain already filled with possible scenarios involving your soft body and a hard, hard monster.
You didn’t tell her you were more than happy to be fucked by monsters. It was a special kink of yours, and you never found the moment to act on your fantasies. You had been a bit too self-conscious about your body, but this seemed like a great opportunity to get what you wanted without thinking too much about it.
“Well, you have to get in there and I’ll tie your extremities, then prep you for the monsters.” She explained as you inspected the padded space. It seemed big enough, but it might be a tight fit over your soft tummy and fat ass. But well, at least the ass would be on the outside of it. You had to bite your tongue not to laugh at your silly thoughts.
“Are they sentient?” You asked. You didn’t really mind if they were feral, but it would be good to know beforehand, just in case.
She kept checking some stuff on the wall as she wrote down some things on her tablet, not minding you at all. “Yeah, they are volunteers. Each clan or pack sent their own prime specimens.”
Nervousness was not your best friend in this scenario, you felt jittery with excitement and anticipation, and a soft dose of eagerness underlying those. “What are they?” You finally asked, wanting to know what exactly you were against today.
You didn’t really mind what kind of monsters they were, but the curiosity was making you jump on your feet. You hoped there was at least one werewolf there, you wanted to feel the knot so bad it would make you look stupid if you said it out loud. So you didn’t.
“Let me check.” She looked through some papers and choked a little trying to hide a laugh. “Well, I hope you are ready. Your group includes a minotaur, an orc and a werewolf.” Oh fuck. Not only a werewolf, but two of the other biggest species of monsters. You sent a silent thanks to your friend for setting you up on this job. You were going to get paid to get your sexual fantasies fulfilled, how wild was that?
You tried to act nonchalant so she wouldn’t know how turned on you were already. “Oh… Okay.” Your voice broke in the middle and you flushed, embarrassed. Your insides turned into jelly.
“Get inside and I’ll get you ready.” She instructed.
You got naked and positioned yourself on your back, legs hanging out and back against the padded table inside the hole. There was enough space for you to move, and it felt airy and comfortable. Your arms were free and there was a red button close to you in case something went wrong. That made you feel a bit better, even though you knew you wouldn’t press it. You wanted this more than you needed air. Your need and horniness making your brain felt like it was filled with cotton candy.
It was a weird feeling to have your lower half across the wall, but not in a bad way. You felt the anticipation building up, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. She tied your legs up against the wall, your body almost in a 90º angle. You felt completely exposed as she inspected your genitals as she explained the breeding procedure. You didn’t hear half of it, too focused on her moving around and poking at your skin. After that, you felt a splash of cold lube against your boy-cunt, the researcher mumbled a soft “sorry” when you jumped a bit. She worked it over your hole until you felt slippery and wet.
The medical technicalities should have made you feel weird, but they turned you on even more. When she said her goodbyes and told you to press the red button if you had any problems you were so ready to be breed that your brain was swimming in need.
And then there was silence. Your nervousness grew, and you wriggled your ass trying to find a more comfortable position, but your tied legs stopped you. You heard the footsteps before someone said: “Look at that… He has a great ass, fuck.” Next thing you knew, there were rough, furry hands groping your ass. The werewolf. Fuck, that was hot. You covered your mouth to muffle the groans. Not seeing whoever was touching you adding to your arousal.
That same hand that groped your ass, ran a set of very pointy nails down your crack, the threat of danger making you shiver, your legs shaking against the restrains holding them up. He spanked you lightly as someone else chuckled. You could feel your soft flesh moving as the werewolf played with your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and blowing warm air over your hole.
You moaned loudly around your hand, thinking there was no way the heard, but he did it again. The laugh they let out was enough sign of it. Fuck, you forgot about super-hearing. “Such a pretty hole. We are going to have so much fun with you, little human.” You had to bite your lip to refrain telling them you weren’t little, but a picture of a monster appeared in your brain and you stopped. You were probably small compared to them, they were so big… Shit, you didn’t even know you had a size kink. Another day, another unlocked kink.
“I call dibs!” A deep voice called out, making you press your hand to your mouth harder to stop a giggle escaping. There was some kind of struggle and you tried to imagine them fighting over who got to fuck you first. They were so eager to fuck you, it was the best ego booster. All your self-consciousness about your soft tummy or big ass disappeared as they bickered about who got to fuck your cunt first.
“Dude! That’s not cool. I wanted to go first.” He sounded pouty and you wanted to see them so bad. But at the same time, some part of you was excited that they couldn’t see you. It turned you on to know you were just a hole for them, and they were going to use you as they pleased. Fuck. Why was that so hot? “Okay, but I’m second,” he finally said with a very fake sigh.
“Sure, sure… Just let me taste him first.” You jumped against your restrains when a rough big tongue made contact with your gaping hole. You cried out and heard the responding chuckles across the wall. “He’s a screamer, this is going to be great.” A hand grabbed your hips and pushed up, appearing at your side of the hole. The orc. The pale green skin looked so pretty against your soft tummy.
Images of monster porn appeared in your brain as you felt the first poke of his fingers. He went right in with two, making you arch your back and shake your legs, trying to get away from the invasion. His green hand held you still, pushing your hip down as he continued his attack on your hole until you were about to cum, groans and moans escaping your mouth.
“That’s it. He’s so ready, his insides are so fucking soft and warm. He’s so damn tight. Look at him guys, look at this hole.” The orc retracted his fingers and opened you up for the other two to see. You heard their appreciative hums and grunts, your whole body flushed with embarrassment. You were tied and exposed, completely at their mercy, and good goddess if that wasn’t exciting. “I hope you are ready, little human, I’m not going to be careful.”
That’s all the heads up you got before his dick was pressing into you in one hard thrust. His big balls hit your ass as he set a punishing pace, grabbing your hips and fucking you against his dick, using you like you were just a fleshlight for him. He didn’t stop even when you came once, twice. He kept fucking you and grunting as your tight hole gripped his length like a vice. He told you how good you felt around him, how full he was going to make you. It was such a turn on you came a third time as the first shoot of his come hit your insides.
He pulled away rapidly. You felt his cum leaking out, your hole gaping at the emptiness. You whined and they shushed you. “Don’t worry, human, more is coming.” You felt the tip of a new dick in your abused hole, bigger than the orc’s. “Ready or not, I’m going to ruin your cunt.” The minotaur voice was gravelly and growly, making you shiver as he pushed the tip of his dick against your leaking hole.
He probed at your entrance for a few seconds before pushing inside in one hard thrust. You had to push your hands to the wall over you to not hit your head with the force of his thrusts, your tummy jiggling as he screwed you. He was restless, his dick was so big you could feel it touching ever single part of you, a tiny bump against your abdomen making you see stars.
He told you how good your human cunt was, how pretty stretched around his dick, how good you’d look full of him, full of his cum. You whined and threshed, oversensitive as he fucked a few more orgasms out of you. When you felt him shooting inside of you, it felt like molten lava. It was so warm and there was so much of it, you didn’t know a monster could cum so fucking much. A bump formed in your abdomen, and it stayed there even when he pulled out. You tentatively pushed down with your hand, blushing as you heard the gushing sound of cum dripping to the floor.
Their groans made you blush harder. “His hole is gaping, fill him up. He has such an eager cunt, I want to go again.” The minotaur said, making the other two hum in agreement.
“You can have another turn later, now it’s my turn,” the werewolf said as you felt his dick slipping inside you. You felt so full, your insides messy and your hole so tender pleasure and pain mixed with every thrust. He didn’t give you a resting second, he fucked you like he didn’t care about you. You guessed he didn’t, for them you were just a breeding hole.
You thought you were full before, but the second the werewolf knot started to swell inside of you, your brain short-circuited. You couldn’t hear anything apart from your rapid heartbeat as he pushed it inside, stretching you so wide and so harshly you felt your consciousness slipping.
Next thing you knew, the orc dick was being shoved inside of you around. The amount of cum inside of you mixed with your own juices created a slurping sound that was deafening to your ears, even through the space between your wide hips and the hole in the wall.
They joked between them and talked about how good your cunt was, how pretty and puffy it looked as they pushed their cum inside over and over. You felt like a messy glazed donut. It was almost disgusting, if it didn’t feel so fucking good. Your brain was unable to focus anymore, you could only feel the come inside of you gushing out as more was pushed in. The filthy symphony of your ravishment.
They fucked you one after the other over and over, it was a never-ending bacchanal and you were the center of it.
When your brain was completely shut down and your drool was creating a tiny pool, a beep beep sound alerted you that it finished. The breeding period was over. You made it. They booed and grunted in disappointment, but your poor abused hole gave a soft twitch.
“Good job, human hole.” One of them lightly caressed your ass as the other pushed some of the cum leaking out back inside and softly told you: “Hope to see you around.” You sighed happily, brain non functioning as you heard them walking away.
You barely remembered the researcher coming back to get you, telling you the results of the day and getting your bank account. Two days later you got a call. The lab offered you a permanent position as their breeding hole.
Apparently the group of monsters talked so well about your boy-cunt that everyone else at the facility wanted to give it a go. To give you a go. The lab usually asked for different humans in each trial, but they would make an exception for you. You would be the perfect breeding hole for the monsters to spend some of their extra energy, a free human hole for them to use as they pleased.
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You were spending the week at your boyfriend’s at his insistence. He pleaded you to spend some time with him because he missed you so much when the sun got up and he couldn’t be with you. So you complied. Your vampire boyfriend was just too hot and you were just too horny. A whole week in his house sounded like a great way to enjoy both.
But he still had to work, and you had a few hours of boredom with only social media to keep you company. And it was so funny to play with him. You couldn’t resist teasing him every once in a while. The idea came from one Tumblr post about driving your partner crazy while he was on a Skype meeting, and you thought about until the opportunity appeared.
“I have a long meeting this afternoon, will you be entertained all on your own for a couple hours?” He told you as he kissed your neck in the shower.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll try not to bother you too much.” You had to bite your lip not to smile. It was the perfect opportunity to tease him and, luckily, made him snap.
“You never bother me, babe.” Your heart skipped a beat, you still felt jittery when he said shit like that. He played the mean vampire card with everyone, but in the inside he was just a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll that liked to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion as he spanked your ass red.
You took a shower and prepared yourself, your plan set in motion. Your boyfriend was taking the call in his study, and sometimes you sat in the couch he had there, just to keep her company as you read. It was nothing weird about it. So he didn’t suspect anything when you walked in wearing just gray sweatpants. You knew they looked indecently low on your hips, your happy tail framed perfectly.
You sat down on the couch and saw how he looked at you over his laptop. You didn’t listen to whatever the other person at the meeting was saying. You got yourself comfortable and opened a book. You tried to ignore the intense look your boyfriend was giving you, his eyes fixed on your naked torso as you rested one hand over your stomach and traced patterns there. You saw how his jaw closed and his intake of breath. You were sure he could smell your arousal, probably even the lube you used. He knew you were up to something. You didn’t say anything, still “reading” as your anticipation grew.
Normally it was your boyfriend who teased you, he liked to play with your for hours before letting you come. He loved to push a vibrating bullet inside you and play with the controller when you were out for dinner (you ate, he looked). He loved to tie you down and fuck you senseless. But today… today was your turn for payback.
You kept tracing your abs, occasionally gracing your fingers over your nipples, biting your lip until it was red and swollen. You kept it soft and innocent for a bit, biting back the smiles when you felt his eyes on you, clearly not paying attention to the meeting. But then you decided it was time, your cock looked unholy against your pants and you knew he could clearly see it from across the room. You pinched your left nipple and moaned softly, his super hearing enough to hear you. You saw his fangs descend as he choked on a breath. His eyes were focused on you, ignoring completely the meeting.
“What game are you playing, babe?” He asked, moving the laptop so his face wasn’t on frame when he talked. You smirked at him.
“Nothing… Just bored.” You answered, your hand going to rub your hardness through the pants, opening your mouth in a silent moan. You bet you looked completely hot, and the heat in his eyes confirmed it.
“Watch it.” He warned. The edge of danger in his voice made precum build at the tip of your cock. Dang, he was so hot when he was all commanding and scary.
“Or what? Are you going to punish me, sir?” You teased, using your best bratty voice.
“You are playing with fire.” He warned again.
“Then I’ll burn.” You said as you pushed your hand inside your pants. The outline of your hand rubbing your dick was clear against the fabric, your tiny groans fueling his anger. He growled. You panted.
He didn’t say anything else, but his eyes were glued to the point where your hand rubbed your erection. Grunts and whimpers were escaping your mouth as your boyfriend looked at you. The meeting completely forgotten in the background. You hoped he had his mic muted, but the thought of someone else listening as you got himself off in front of him made your dick jump.
You pushed your hand lower, playing with your balls for a second before going lower, playing with your wet, puffy hole. You prepped yourself in the shower, and you were so ready for him to pound you that your hole was twitching, eager. But you didn’t push inside you pocked and teased yourself, not wanting to come without his permission. You didn’t want to push him too hard, just enough that he lost it and became a bit feral on you. You wanted him to feast on your blood as he fucked you until you went limp in his arms.
“It feels so good, I’m so warm and ready… so ready for you.” You whispered. His nostrils were flared, his eyes burning. You felt hot all over. “I wish my fingers were yours, sir.” You added, the tip of your index finger pressing inside as you moaned.
You threw your head back as you pinched your nipple with your free hand, exposing the column of your neck to his hungry eyes. Your blood was rushing through your veins, you were sure he could hear your heart from across the room. That was what did it. He un-muted the meeting and made some excuses you didn’t listen to as you pushed two fingers inside your hungry hole, moaning like a whore. The sound of the laptop being closed harshly sounded deafening in the room.
He was looking at you, not moving, eyes big and pupils blown wide. His fangs glimmered as he slowly licked over them. Yeah… You were going to get ruined. “You were a bad boy today… You better run. Now.” He told you as you tried to get up and push your pants up, almost falling down. You got them sorted out as you sprinted in the direction of his bedroom. You heard him walking behind you, your anticipation and a bit of fear fueling your every step.
You almost got to the bed before you felt him wrap his arms around your middle, stopping you from moving. He pressed his whole body against yours, you could feel the outline of his dick against your ass. You pushed back, trying to get more friction. He rocked back into you, giving in what you wanted but not nearly enough.
“You need to be punished.” He told you, your insides twisting with anticipation, your dick leaking.
“Yes. Yes, sir. I’ve been bad.” You agreed, eager.
He chuckled. “If you want it so bad it won’t be a punishment. Maybe I should just leave you here, tie you down so you can’t touch yourself. Maybe I can jerk off on you. You wouldn’t be able to come. You want that? Or you want to come?”
“N- no, sir. I want to come. Please, sir, make me come.” You begged, you really needed to come. You couldn’t think of anything else that wasn’t his dick. His dick inside you, pounding you into the mattress.
“Just today, I’ll indulge you, because you asked so nicely.” He said in the softest voice possible. You knew that meant your punishment wasn’t going to be so nice. “Bed. Hands and knees.” You were so fast to take your clothes off and get into position that your arms almost gave out and you face planted in the bed, but you got yourself together at the last second. “This is how things are going to go: first, I’m going to fuck you until I come. I’m going to fill you to the brim and let it drip. Then I’m going to spank your sweet little ass while your hole is stretched and dripping with my come. And if you are good, I’ll fuck you again and let you come as I feed from you. Understood?”
“Yes!” You agreed, rapidly.
“Yes, what?” He urged, an edge of danger in his voice.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be good, please. Please… Plea-”
You didn’t get to keep pleading, he didn’t get you time. You didn’t even register him getting his pants down, but the next thing you knew was that his dick was inside of you, so deep that you felt him in his throat. He didn’t let you catch your breath, or even think about what was happening. He grabbed your hips and started a punishing pace, his claws extending and pocking at your skin. That was going to leave marks. Your arms gave out as he fucked you like a piston, he didn’t stop.
He pressed your head against the bed and pushed your ass up, your back arched in an impossible angle. You went pliant under his ministration, feeling hot all over. The only sound in the room where your “ah ah ah” every time he hit your prostate and the sound of slaps of his skin against your ass, a filthy symphony.
“Look at you, baby. Your hole looks so good wrapped around my cock.” He kept talking, praising you and calling you how good you were. His breath was labored, he was getting close. “You will look so pretty all stuffed up with my come… So cute.” You whined, clenching around him, trying to push him over the edge. “Yes, just like that. Your hungry hole is taking me so well…” You were ready to combust.
“I want it. Come in me, please. Fill me up.” You begged, pushing your ass back against him. And he did just that, burying himself deep inside of you, emptying his balls until you felt stuffed.
He pulled out as you cried out, your hole felt raw and used. “Look at that… You look so pretty like this.” His finger traced your abused hole, circling it, collecting some of the come oozing out of you and pushing it back inside. “Are you ready for your second punishment, babe?” You nodded against the pillow, unable to form words. He was massaging your ass cheeks softly, opening you up to stare at your puffy hole. “Prepare yourself.” That was the only warning you got before you felt his hand slapping your ass. Hard. You cried out and tears pooled at your eyes instantly.
The spanking kept going, He didn’t let you catch your breath, going back again every few seconds until you didn’t know what was happening anymore. You felt your ass raw and burning, bruises probably forming against your tender skin. It was heaven. Your face was wet from tears and your voice felt raw.
You didn’t know how much time it happened, but at some point he stopped. You whimpered as he massaged your abused flesh. “You look so good babe, your ass is so red… So pretty with my marks all over you.” He praised you, making your heart warm.
“Please, sir…” You said, your voice barely a whisper.
“I’m gonna fuck my come out of you.” You felt the tip of his dick against your quivering hole. He pushed in slowly, until his hips were flushed against your ass again. It hurt in the best way possible. “I’m gonna fill you up again, until you are all loose and stretched, until you can take it anymore. And then some more.” Every time he pushed inside, you felt everything. The bruises on your hips, your abused ass, your stretched hole… It was marvelous. You felt so close. “One of these days, I’m gonna tie you up and fill you over and over until you can’t take it anymore, and then I will do it again. Until you are crying and asking me to stop. Would you like that?” You nodded against the bed, not able to form words. You whimpered when he hit your prostate. “I got you, babe.”
He grabbed your neck and pushed you up, flushed against his body as he kept fucking you restlessly. And then you felt his mouth against your pulse point. He bit down on your jugular as he hit your prostate over and over. Each suck on your neck feeling like he was sucking your dick.
You had an extracorporeal experience, the pleasure so intense that your vision blacked out, and your legs gave up under you, but he supported you. He fucked you through your orgasm, your dick shooting so far you hit the pillow. He kept sucking out your blood, his cock hitting your prostate until you were so sensitive you started to cry. It felt too good. Finally, you felt his cum inside of you again, his dick twitching making you whimper again.
“I hope that taught you a lesson.” He whispered against your ear as he carefully placed you back on the bed, not caring about you landing on your fresh cum. You tried to nod, but you didn’t bother, both of you knew the truth.
A/N: This is the closest I’m going to get to a crack story, this is just very funny to me. I don’t find gnomes particularly sexy, but I do love them (to the point of having one tattooed), so this is just very funny in a sexual way. Hope you like it, and at least takes a chuckle out of you, enjoy!
Gnomes x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, inappropriate use of gardening tools (sex toys), fisting (technically), breeding
You hated gardening. It was not your thing, but when you bought a house with a pretty garden, you couldn’t fathom letting it go to waste, so you hired a big crew of gnomes. They were highly qualified and came with lots of recommendations, so you were more than happy to hire them. They were so tiny you could barely see their eyes under their cute hat, only their long hair peeking from under it, and their cute little nose. They were adorable. And you enjoyed watching them work, they were weirdly entertaining as you let your mind run free.
You spent hours and hours watching them, they were the most interesting thing in your house, and as many hours as they passed there, as much you’d be staring. They didn’t complain, they seemed to like the attention. Maybe a little too much…
They didn’t say anything about it to you, they didn’t need to. You started to feel… things. And so you became bolder around them. Hanging out with skimpy outfits, offering them lemonade as you leaned down with a very low neck that left nothing to the imagination. They ate it up, and always looked when you walked past them, making you feel powerful and sexy.
Until one day they had enough, and you welcomed their attention with more joy than they expected.
They weren’t working when you came out to the garden, they were staring at the door as you walked out and waited until you were in the middle of the garden to run to you with only one thing in mind: your pussy. And you screamed in delight when their tiny adorable forms launched at you and started ripping off your clothes. Your laughter and their desperate moans formed a symphony of ecstasy that drove you mad with pent up desire.
There were little tongues and fingers licking and poking. There were hot mouths sucking around your erect nipples, pointy teeth hitting all your pleasure points as they marked you as their own. Someone was sucking on your clit like their life depended on it, and you had the first of many, many orgasms. They continued the assault to your senses as you thrashed under them, tiny bodies holding you down as they had their fill of your pleasure over and over.
You looked down just in time to see the biggest of them, which was not much, grabbing one of the gardening tools they were using before you arrived, flipping it around and using the handle to push inside of you. You screamed in pleasure when he twitched it inside of you, hitting your G-spot perfectly as they cheered around you, more hands and mouths joining the orgy.
Your body was writhing with pleasure: too much, too fast, too soon.
But you couldn’t get enough.
Multiple of them had their itty bitty cocks out, jerking furiously over your body as you orgasmed once again. The leader made them stop, emitting some guttural sounds that made your pussy quiver around the handle of the tool inside of you, and then they all moved in unison. They positioned themselves in a line, two of them holding your legs apart as another one sat on your lower belly, controlling the slow fucking of the tool as he rubbed his free hand around your sensitive clit.
One after the other jerked off in front of you, adding more and more gnome cum to your messy pussy until you were dripping and the sounds of your mixed fluids, plus theirs, plus the tool moving in and out was deafening. It was the only thing you could hear, the filthy sounds of sex juices as you came once again.
And again.
And again.
By the time the leader arrived, all the others already came over your pussy and you had come so many times you lost count. He pulled the tool away after a few short thrusts with the handle, leaving you breathless as he pushed his tiny arm inside of you. You screamed at the top of your lungs as another orgasm ripped through your body and everyone of them cheered joyful as if the bacchanal ended.
When he pulled his arm back, he used your juices as lube to jerk himself right at your entrance, coming inside of you and pushing his arm inside of you once again, as deep as he could, taking his cum with it. Breeding you. He then did it again. And again. Until you felt so full of come you were almost ready to burst, but it felt so good you couldn’t care less.
Later, when the orgy had ended and they helped you back inside, you realized your neighbors probably saw… and that only made you horny once again as they laughed at your neediness.
They definitely gave you a reason to love gardening.
You missed your bear hybrid boyfriend so much during his hibernation (or grumpy times as you liked to call it), that you couldn’t hold yourself back from giving him a bit of a… helping hand. Or mouth. Or both. You talked it out before he fell into his stupor, and he said it was fine if you wanted to have a bit of fun without him, and with him, too. And you were more than ready to go all in for that idea. Or more like ready to get him all in.
He was sleeping peacefully in your shared bed, his furry big body relaxed against the mattress as you tiptoed into the room. He was on his back, completely naked, always insisting he needed the freedom of movement when he was asleep. And you couldn’t be more glad for it.
You crawled over his body until you were face-to-dick. You fisted him first, jerking him a couple times. He huffed, his leg twitching and making you suppress a giggle. He was so cute when he was like that. You couldn’t hold yourself much longer, leaning down to suck on his tip as you hummed. He made a whimpery sound that had you clenching your legs together. Fuck, he sounded so hot.
You licked and sucked until he was nice and wet, his dick getting harder and harder at each passing second. You couldn’t hold back the groans as he got fully erect, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat as you lowered your head. It was so nice to do this without demanding hands or expectations. It was just you and his beautiful dick inside your mouth. And it felt wonderful.
You reached down and touched yourself, gathering some of your juices in your fingers and using it to rub your clit. You moaned around him, and he twitched in his sleep.
He kept groaning softly as you played with his cock for a while longer, sucking him deep and pulling out to lick around the head. Over and over you repeated the motions that always drove him crazy. But he wasn’t the only one affected, you were drenched in desire, your fingers going faster against your pearl as you got closer.
But right before you fell over the edge you stopped, wanting to have him inside. You straddled his hips and positioned him, jerking him a couple more times just to hear him whine. So hot. You lowered yourself in one fast thrust, not caring about the edge of pain, only needing him.
You bounced on his dick rapidly, more than ready to take him and all he had. You needed to be fast, you wanted him to come before he fully woke up.
But you failed.
“Fuck,” he cursed as you bounced on his cock, your warmth embracing him as he grunted and groaned.
He was so confused at first he didn’t even say anything, only grabbing your hips and helping you fuck yourself on his cock. You groaned, anchoring yourself on his furry chest as he hit the perfect spot inside of you. You were approaching your climax fast, and you needed him to get there with you.
You accelerated your pace, your legs burning at the effort as he blinked at you slowly, a smirk stretching his features as he grabbed your hips harder. His claws made indents on the side of your ass as he bounced you faster, harder, helping you move when your legs were too tired.
You came with a shout, his satisfied smile making you come harder. He came inside of you not two thrusts later, and fell right back asleep, barely saying anything before his body surrendered to hibernation again.
You dismounted his lap and felt his cum leaking out of you, so filthy and hot… You couldn’t wait to do it again. Maybe next time you’d made him cum without waking him up.
Request: Househusband (Monster) x Chubby Fem Reader x HouseWife Fem Friend: Reader is a big CEO at her own company and because of this she is never home (workaholic). So because of this her partners start to feel neglected and while they try to tell her she doesn’t really understand (not paying attention). This is really all I have for the premise. I didn’t really know what direction to take this so feel free to take it in any direction.
Mastering the CEO
Orc x fem!human x chubby fem!reader || hurt/comfort, sharing is caring, degradation (very light), oral sex, dom/sub dynamics
You arrive home late, as always. You know you promised your partners to be there for dinner, but once again being the CEO of your own company is shitty if you want to have some kind of life-work balance. You are feeling pretty shitty about breaking your promises, and it only gets worse when you open the door and find them cuddling on the sofa.
Your stomach clenches with longing, and they say nothing. Not a single word. You try really hard not to scream, your nerves fried after a long day, and them giving you the cold shoulder only makes you want to hide in the closet and fall asleep for a whole week.
But you are an adult. You are a successful woman, you can totally be assertive about this. You know you fucked up and broke a promise, but you are here, you can fix this.
“Hey! I’m sorry I’m late, work was very…” You try to explain as you approach them. You want to throw yourself across their laps, sharing some of their warmth after a killer day.
But your wife is not having any of that. “Always is, isn’t it?” Your wife comment makes your jaw clench, a spark of fury mixes with the uneasiness in your heart. You can’t snap at her, you can’t. She did nothing wrong, you try to repeat yourself.
“Huh? Are you okay?” Your husband says when he looks at you, he’s frowning, worry looking bad in his precious green face.
“Yes. Nothing happened. I’m… I’m going to bed,” you finally say when they do nothing to make you feel welcome in their cuddle pile.
You turn to leave when your wife mutters: “As always.”
You frown, turning around and snapping at her: “What do you mean by that?!”
And that’s all it takes for her to snap back. “You are never here anymore! We barely touched in the past month! It’s like you aren’t even a part of this marriage!” Her words cut so deep you have to rub your chest, trying to alleviate some of the pain.
You are speechless, gaping like a fish as she stares at you and your husband stands silently to her side. You can see his hand going up and down her back, comforting her. You almost want to cry, you want some of that comfort, too. You wanted to argue, to tell her to fuck off, but seeing them across from you like you were an outsider made your insides crumble.
“I… I…” You have no excuses. “I’m sorry,” you finally let out, a sob stuck in your throat and tears filling your eyes.
“Oh shit,” your husband says at the same time your wife lets out a sob of her own.
And before you realize, you two are crossing the distance and hugging as you cry your eyes out against each other. Your husband, being the emotional stunt orc that he is, just stands close to you two, patting your backs and mumbling sweet words that mean absolutely nothing. You almost want to laugh, but you can’t stop crying. After all the stress and anxiety, after all the extra hours and not touching your partners in so long, you feel a little bit more than touch starved.
“I’m so sorry, I’ve missed you guys so much, but I… I can’t. There’s so much to do, and I can’t do it all, and the naga from accounting left and, and…” You are trying to explain, but your words are muffled on her neck as she rubs your back softly, mumbling love words against your head and making you cry harder.
Your orc husband takes that as a sign that he should join, his big arms coming around the both of you, squeezing you together and grunting as he pulls you up a few centimeters just because he can. You let out a wet laugh, and your wife does the same.
“Are you better?” She asks you, her hands groping and hugging and pinching every part of you she can reach. It’s like she’s trying to make sure you are real, that you are there with them.
“I… I should be the one asking that,” you tell her with a chuckle.
“I’m okay, it’s been very stressful weeks. But you are here now, right?” You nod, sniffling. She coos at you, and your insides do a flip. Her eyes darken as she pulls back from you, and you know exactly what that means. When she says: “You need to be punished for neglecting us,” you already expected it, and your pussy is getting wet.
There’s only one possible response to that: “What do you want me to do, Mistress?” You look intensely at her as she pulls back completely, grabbing your husband’s hand and pulling him along. They walk to the bedroom, and you follow like a lost puppy.
She stands in the middle of the room when she announces: “You are going to eat me out, and then you are going to suck his dick… And when we are done, if we feel charitable enough… we might let you come, too.” Her words make your blood boil, and you want nothing more than to fall to your knees and comply with her orders, but not coming? You’ve been tortured enough by work.
“What?! I can’t come?” You try not to sound too offended, but you fail miserably.
“If you are good…” Your orc adds with a smirk, his tusks glistening under the soft light.
“That’s not fair,” you say with a pout.
“Don’t talk about what’s fair when I haven’t seen your pussy in over a week because of your crazy work hours,” your husband’s tone is dark, almost dangerous. You always forget how dominant he can get, and how fucking much you love it. And it only adds to your wife’s dark eyes, making you want to whimper. “Get naked, now,” your husband orders.
You comply, rushing to get your suit off your body, getting your bra twisted in your arm and almost falling in your hustle to get it out. They only stare at you, making you all kinds of embarrassed, which only adds to your growing arousal. They take off their pajamas, and all three of you are looking at each other, drinking the other’s nakedness.
But your wife is not exactly patient. “On your knees, is time for you to pleasure us,” your wife order leaves no room for arguing.
You fall to your knees in front of them in a second. That’s harsh, and you almost want to tell her that, but you don’t, you do as told and cross your arms behind your back. She pulls back, sitting on the edge of the bed, a few feet away from you.
Her next order catches you prepared: “Crawl to me.” You are more than happy to obey that one, especially when she opens her legs and you see how pretty her pussy is. “Hands behind your back, honey. You can suck and lick, but you can’t touch.”
You launch yourself to her, face first on her pussy, licking and sucking and going completely berserk on her. It’s fantastic. She tastes like home, and when your husband pushes the tip of his green dick against your cheek, you can’t do anything but to pull back for a second to give him some attention, too. It continues like that, alternating between sucking your wife’s clit and your orc’s tip, making both of them moan as you get increasingly desperate.
Their taste, their touch… They are driving you crazy as you give them what they asked for. But it’s not enough, for neither of you. Your orc starts grunting, his big hand coming around his shaft as he starts jerking himself next to your face. You look up at him, tongue out and eyes hooded. He curses, and grabs your hair, directing your face back to your wife’s pussy. You eat her like you are starving, but not three seconds later he’s pulling your head back and jerking himself furiously over her center.
As soon as he comes, he kneels behind you, groping and touching every inch of your body. His big hands make you feel almost little, but he never lets you forget how much he loves your rolls and your big breasts, the curve of your hips and your soft belly. He caresses and gropes like he’s worshiping you, and it’s so distracting you stop licking your wife for a few seconds, enticing a low growl from her that if you didn’t know better you’d thought she’s the orc one. But no, your pretty human wife is pulling at your hair and redirecting your mouth right where she wants it.
You feast on her, using every trick you know to make her fall into pieces. She comes against your tongue, her juices mixing with your husband’s come, making everything sticky and perfect as you devour every little drop of pleasure and desire off her.
They are panting, your wife’s hands in your hair, your husbands on your boobs… “Can I come, please, Mistress? Please, Master?” You look at them as you beg, your eyes are teary and your pussy is clenching painfully over nothing, your husband’s touch only making it harder for you.
“Get on the bed, it’s our turn now,” she says darkly. “You better call in sick tomorrow, we’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to go to the office tomorrow.” Her eyes are dark, and her smile dangerous, and the way your husband pulls you up and throws you to the bed only makes you let out an embarrassing screech before there’s hands and mouths all over you and you are crying out their names.
As per @myrunawaysweets request and my own indulgence, here it is part 2 of Misunderstanding your werewolf boyfriend (can be found here). Enjoy!
“Why are you peeing on my petunias?”
Werewolf x gn!reader || sfw || tw: pee
“Doesn’t it smell like piss around the garden?” He looks at you with big eyes, surprised by your question. “I think we might have some wild cats living outside or something,” you tell him, munching on your snacks.
“Su- sure. That must be it,” he stutters out a response, but you don’t pay much attention, already forming a plan to look for the cats so you can at least bring them to the shelter.
That conversation registers in your brain lightly, not giving it much thought after that. You believe it’s the cats, but when you let some food outside and it’s left untouched overnight, you start suspecting it might be another kind of problem, maybe parasites. Maybe some kind of fungus is eating your plants… You don’t know what, but you start researching, and bring it up to your werewolf boyfriend a couple times. He acts nonchalantly every time, and you believe he doesn’t know anything about it, how could he?
But you are wrong. So, so wrong.
You come home early one day, your hands full of snacks and groceries, and you step onto the back porch to say hi to him. Your groceries hit the floor when you catch him peeing on your flowers at the edge of your garden.
“Dude! What the fuck?” You scream, mad as hell at him and at the fact that you just dropped your bags and your eggs probably broke. Fucking hell.
“I- I’m sorry,” he says, but continues peeing. His eyes never leaving you as he does so. You are so mad you can almost feel smoke coming out of your ears.
You look at him, stomping his way and stopping a couple meters away as he tucks himself back in his pants. “Why were you peeing in my petunias?” You ask, trying to sound rational but failing, your tone murderous.
And he makes it worse when he says: “I- I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” You ask, your patience running very low at that point.
“I can’t control it,” he says, looking at the floor and blushing.
You can’t comprehend what he’s saying so you have to ask: “You can’t control your bladder?” That can’t be it though, you know it can, you’ve seen him pee inside more than once. He acts like a normal adult most of the time even if he has some weird quirks you associate with him being a wolf.
He looks at you like you are stupid, and you almost want to kick him for it. He was the one peeing on your flowers, but you are the stupid one? No way. Before you can verbalize that he says: “What? No! I mean yes. I can control my bladder, but…” He stops mid sentence, looking bashfully at you, like it’s self explanatory.
“But what?” You press.
“But I need to mark my territory,” he finally confesses.
You are even more confused than before. “What territory? We have a fucking house, with toilets. Inside toilets,” you are trying to breathe through your teeth to avoid screaming, but it’s been really hard. Who knows what werewolf pee can do to your flowers, you took care of them for so long…
“But… But… But you live here,” he says, like it explains everything.
And then it clicks, and it only makes you madder. “I am your territory?” You ask, incredulous and angry. “It’s the 21st century!”
“I know. I know,” he looks so pathetic that your anger dissipates instantly. You bet that if he was in his werewolf form his ears would be down and his tail would be twitching in embarrassment. “I just… I can’t stop it. I want everyone around to know you aren’t an unclaimed female.” You arch an eyebrow at him, confused and annoyed by his use of words. “Not in a bad way, my wolf just… I need to mark the territory so any other monster knows you are my mate,” he finally confesses in a soft tone. That makes so much sense you want to coo at him.
“And you have to pee my petunias for that? You could have just asked me to marry you,” you deadpan, surprising both of you at your outburst. You cover your mouth with a hand, trying to bring your words back into your mouth, but obviously unable to.
“What?” He looks hopeful, a spark of something deep and bright shining in his eyes.
“Okay…” You take a deep breath, trying to decide how to deal with this. But a part of your brain already decided what you want to do, what you want him to be in your life. “I guess it’s time then… Would you marry me?” You ask, anxious all of sudden. Everything between you two has been like a dream, but right now you aren’t sure of anything.
But he doesn’t let you overthink it. “I- Yes!” He exclaims, his eyes as big as plates as he looks at you, mesmerized, like you just gave him the best gift of his life.
He closes the distance between you two and rests his forehead against yours, his hands framing your face. You try to forget that he was just peeing and he definitely didn’t wash his hands. Disgusting. “Would you stop peeing on my petunias now?” You ask jokingly, tears in your eyes as your brain fully processes what just happened. You asked him to marry you… and he said yes. You are getting married to your werewolf boyfriend. Oh lord.
“I’ll try,” he whispers before closing the distance between you two and kissing you senseless.
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Request: Succubus leaves a magical mark on her trans girlfriend that has her magically edging the entire day, causing her to be tenting her skirt through work. When she finally gets home her succubus girlfriend rewards her endurance and embarrassment with an explosive finish. Your choice if it's completely consensual or not.
Ruined skirt
Succubus x trans fem!reader || edging, dub-con
You are choosing what to wear to work today when you see the pretty pink skirt your girlfriend wore to your first date. Back when you didn’t know she was a pleasure demon, back when you only saw her as a normal human… Then she dropped her glamour at the end of the night and you saw her for the first time and were enchanted by her.
She was mesmerizing, still is. Her red skin and tiny horns, her long (loooooooong) tongue and her too sharp teeth. Her soft tail that she loved to use it to tease your dick when you two played… Such a pretty monster. Your monster. She was amazing in every way possible and you think you fell in love with her right that first night. So that particular skirt drove you right in, bringing back all the memories from that night.
You don’t think twice before grabbing it and putting it on, twirling in front of the mirror and thinking if you should change.
You hear someone whistle at you from the bed, your girlfriend is awake. “Look at you! You look so pretty in that skirt. You should borrow it.” You feel your face blush as she compliments you, like every single time she does. You still couldn’t believe someone as hot as her would be in love with someone like you, but dang if you aren’t glad about it.
You stutter at her compliment, “I- Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin it.” You realize as soon as that leaves your mouth how stupid it is. How would you even ruin a skirt? It’s not like you are wearing it to a party, it’s just your desk job in a normal shift.
“How would you?” Her question mimics your own inner thoughts, “I love you in skirts, you know that.” She smirks, and you know what she’s thinking: easy access. She does compliment you extra hard when you wear skirts, and she always grabs a handful of your ass every time you pass closer to her. The thought of her doing that right now makes you want to scream and your dick to give a twitch inside your panties.
“Oh, okay.” You mutter, twirling around as she moves her finger. You giggle as she applauds you, making you feel like a thousand bucks in that cheap skirt you stole from her. She has a gift for that, for making you feel like you are the most precious woman in the whole room, and she gets it done every time.
“Come here, give me a kiss.” You smile at her and do just that, leaning over her body still in bed until your lips meet.
She grabs your neck and pulls, making you fell on top of her. Her tail comes around your middle as she fondles your ass and bites your lips. You groan against her mouth and you feel her drawing patterns with her tail against your lower back, smiling.
You push her back onto the bed softly, kissing the tip of her cute red nose. “Stop it, I’ll be late.” You giggle.
She moves her tail against you for a few more seconds before nodding and apologizing. “Sorry, honey. I’ll see you later…” You think you hear her chuckle as you leave, but you don’t know for sure, already in a hurry.
The heat starts as soon as you sit down back in the office, a low thrum in your abdomen that makes you twitch in your seat. It’s a weird sensation, like you are burning in low heat. But bit by bit you start getting more and more hot, having to grab some papers to fan your heated face. You are sweating, your lower back trembling.
It only grows from there. Every few minutes you feel more and more heat, now localized in your lower half. You start to feel an arousal so big it starts to make you uncomfortable. Your skirt tenting under your desk. At some point, when your dick feels like it’s about to burst and you don’t know how to tell your next desk collague that you can’t go with her to get coffee, you send your girlfriend a text.
She answers too quickly, and you instantly know she’s up to something.
TheHotOne: sorry honey, I might have done something naughty ;)
You: what are you talking about? What did you do?
TheHotOne: have a nice day, I’ll be home waiting ;) ;)
Two winky face emojis. She definitely did something naughty. You don’t even bother with sending her a new message, you already know what that means. You walk to the bathroom as subtly as you can with a raging hard on tenting your skirt. You stare at your flushed face across the mirror. You raise your shirt and see it. There, a red flaming mark on your lower back. Damn her.
Not knowing what to do about whatever enchantment she drew on you, you lock yourself in a cubicle and try to jerk off, trying to get some relief. It doesn’t work. You try and try, but it’s only making you more needy, more desperate. You are edging yourself on your own, and you are sure she already knew that was going to happen.
It doesn’t work to the point it only makes you leak more and feel like your skin is on fire. Damn her. Why would you have to fall in love with a succubus? Ugh. She is always teasing you and loves to make you squirm, edging you for hours. But she never did anything like this, teasing you during work hours… You try to be mad, but deep down you know that it’s only turning you on more. The fact that she did this, the fact that she could control your body so easily… It’s driving you insane with desire.
You wobble your way back to your desk and try to act normal as you see your skirt moving softly every time your dick twitches. You do practically nothing all day, trying to act occupied every time someone passes your desk. But your focus is elsewhere, your focus is in your lower half, where your dick is so hard you fear it’s going to stain your skirt.
By the time you get home, you are desperate and ready to burst. “How could you…” You don’t get to finish your sentence before she’s covering your mouth and grabbing your hands behind your back with her tail. You groan, the contact with her skin making you even more needy.
She kisses you hard. “Now, now, honey… I’ve been wanting to make you beg all day.” Her teasing tone is annoying, but you don’t care about anything. Your need to come way beyond anything you’d ever felt before.
“I’ll beg now. Right now. Please, please…” You whine, you would fall to your knees if she wanted. If she asked that, you’d gladly do it.
She caresses your face, wiping away a lonely tear. “Oh honey, not yet. Sit your pretty ass in the bed, take it all off… minus the skirt.” She points to your shared room and pats your ass as you move.
You comply, making your way to the room and sitting down, throwing your top and bra along the way. You lower your panties as she stands before you, naked and glowing, the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. She falls to her knees and launches for you so fast you have zero seconds of reaction before you are screaming and falling down on the bed. She sucks on your sensitive skin as she gropes your tits, pinching your nipples in the most sensual caress. You cry out as her fangs scratch you, pain and pleasure intertwined inside of you.
You are about to come when she stops. She kisses all over your hips and thighs, edging you more, as if you didn’t have enough after a whole day of it. “Please, please… Have mercy on me.” You feel the tears running down freely.
She drives back under the skirt, sucks harder, making you leak all over her lips as she says, “but you beg so prettily, you look so beautiful when your eyes are glassy and your back arched…” You feel the tip of her tail against your hole as she pokes and probes. You are so close, so, so close. “None of that, come on, come here.” She moves, leaving you cold and ready.
She sits at your side and pulls at you, making you straddle her leg. “Ride me. Take your pleasure, let me see how pretty you look.” You grab her shoulders and start ridding, grinding your cock against her leg as she encourages you. “Come for me, honey. Make a mess.” At her command, you explode into a thousand pieces. “Good girl, such a pretty thing. Look how messy you got…” You look down, your hips still twitching. There’s a big stain right over the skirt. Oh fuck.
“Oh no, I ruined your skirt…” You feel tears filling your ears in distress, your high leaving you extra sensitive.
She smiles tenderly at you, kissing you deeply. “I don’t care about the damn skirt, you looked so pretty I’m dripping wet. Throw that damn skirt away and fuck me like you mean it.” You grin at her, kissing her fiercely. You can do that.
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Were-bear (POV) x gn!witch x gn!reader || oral sex, comfort sex (kinda), hair pulling, daddy kink
After his wife left him, he had to swallow his pride and move in with you and your partner, fucking rent prices were way too high to move on alone. That’s how he, a were-bear significantly older than the two of them ended up sharing a house.
And you two were so fucking pretty it was driving him insane to share spaces with you. He had known for a long time that he was bisexual, but never acted on it… It was another time, harder to suck a guy’s dick without being judged. But now… Now things were different, and it was driving him insane to live with the prettiest witch and the prettiest human he’d ever seen.
So he was a bit… Pent up.
That’s why, when the witch left the cabinet door open, he snapped at them, telling them to act like a fucking normal person. He saw the flash of hurt crossing their eyes and felt bad immediately. He felt like shit because it wasn’t their fault that he was so frustrated, he was just a perverted old bear living with the two best looking creatures that he might or might not want to rail until they were crying.
“Okay, daddy, calm down,” they told him, trying to make a joke about it. It didn’t make him feel any better.
Something inside of him, that had been dormant for the longest time, woke at that moment. “What did you just call me?” The edge of danger was right there, under the surface. They didn’t know what that meant for him, what that word did to him...
“It was a joke! Chill, dude.” You told him, trying to diffuse the situation. He ground his teeth together so hard it could be heard, making you nervous. They stared at you in silence, and a big smile grew in your pretty face. “Or maybe it wasn’t… Did you like it? Do you like when we call you daddy?” He grunted and you smirked. Caught. Fuck. “Do you want to punish us, daddy?” The innuendo in your voice made his blood boil and his dick to get as hard as marble. He grunted and you smirked bigger.
He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked between you two, his ears twitching on the top of his head. “Please, don’t do this to me.” He was suffering, trying not to be a pervert but wanting nothing else but to take you two on a bear-ride.
“What are we doing, daddy?” The witch said, equally smug and teasing. Approaching you slowly, and kissing the side of your neck, his hand traveling behind you and groping your ass. You groaned and he grunted, his dick getting even harder, already leaking. You two were playing with him and good goddess if he didn’t want to be played with. He wanted that more than anything else.
“You are starting something you don’t want to finish, behave yourselves.” He tried, but the smirk in your faces was very clear. Fuck, he was in big trouble.
“Who said we don’t want to finish it?” You asked, slowly approaching his big body. He felt massive in front of you, so tall that he had to look down when you were close to him. So close he could feel the heat of your body as you slowly touched his furry chest, caressing him, feeling him up and squeezing his big pecs.
“What?” He asked, confused as fuck.
The witch approached, too. Repeating the same movements and caressing his chest. They were bolder, so when they pinched his nipple, he groaned loudly, creating a butterfly effect and making both the witch and you to groan in response. The air was filled with sexual energy, saturated with it. To the point that you could almost touch it, taste it.
“I said what I said,” you told him, your hand rubbing over his other nipple.
He looked at you two in front of him, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Are you sure?” Your heart beating so fast he could hear it.
“Yes, daddy.” Your witch partner said at the same time you let out a soft: “We want to make you feel better, daddy.”
He pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at you squirming before him. “On your knees,” he ordered. You two almost tripped trying to fall to the ground as fast as possible. You looked sinful there, between his legs. And when he took his dick out, you two groaned, he was so fucking big. He looked good enough to eat. “So, I’m going to tell you how this is going to be, okay?” You two nodded, eager already. “I’m going to fuck your smart mouth.” He pointed at the witch. “And you are going to lick my balls.” You nodded eagerly, so aroused, your brain felt like underwater. “And then you’ll switch. So you both get what you deserve… a nice dick down your throat. Is that right?”
“Yes,” you said in unison.
“Yes, what?” He asked, looking down at you two like you were a gift from the heavens.
You two blushed and nodded slowly. “Yes, daddy.” A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine as he took the witch hair between his fingers and pulled softly.
You saw how your witch partner took him in their mouth, slowly bobbing up and down until they were fully settled inside. There were tears pooling at the corner of their eyes as the were-bear guided his movements, deep and steady, getting they breathe just enough to not faint. It was the best show you’d ever seen.
You were mesmerized by the movement of your partner’s head, their stretched mouth over his dick… He caressed your cheek and you looked up at him, questioning. He crocked and eyebrow, and you realized he gave you an order earlier. You blinked and launched for his balls instantly. You licked and sucked and, if his grunts and moans over your head were any indication, you two were doing a fantastic job at it.
“Switch,” he ordered.
He grabbed your hair next, his hand imposing but soft, his claws scratching your scalp in the best way possible as you took the tip of his cock in your mouth. He pressed your head down slowly, so slowly. He didn’t let you go faster, he was the one in charge and you could just wait and see what he did next.
He started easy, bobbing your head up and down but not too far, not too harsh… But at one particular good suck, he cried out and started going at it like a madman (or a mad-bear?). He fucked your face like a piston as you groaned and moaned, your partner’s face under yours, sucking his balls like they were his favorite snack.
The filthy sounds of sex were getting into your head and making you dizzy with desire. “Touch yourselves,” he said.
You pulled your head back until his dick was free. “But this is about you,” you said, your eyes teary after he hit the back of your throat multiple times. You looked like a mess, and it was driving him insane.
“It wasn’t a request, it was an order,” his authoritative voice did something to you two because next thing he knew both of you had your hands in your pants and were looking at him like he hung the moon. And good goddess if that wasn’t the best thing he had ever seen.
The two of you on your knees in front of him, face messy with saliva and tears and touching yourselves for him. He was on edge already just with that image. He grabbed your hair again and you opened your mouth, getting him to the back of your throat in one go. “Good, so good.” He chanted over you, making you grind your hips into your hand, so close.
He pulled your head back and grabbed your partner’s hair, holding you two close but away from his dick. He stared at you there, teary, messy and completely fucked out. He grunted, “come for me, now.” Just like if he clicked a button, you two came apart right there, kneeling on the floor between his legs.
When you came down from your orgasms, he asked, “look at me. Open your mouths, I want to paint you two like mine. I want to mark you.” His tone was feral, his fangs showing.
You groaned and your partner nodded eagerly, their mouth already close to the tip of his dick and their tongue out. You mimicked them, feeling naughty. He jerked his dick over your tongues, grunting and pulling at your hair like it was grounding him to earth. He came with a shout, warm cum hitting your tongues and making you groan. You kissed, sharing his come and making him groan like it pained to see you being naughty in front of him.
“We should do that again, daddy,” You told him, chuckling with a gravely voice, your throat sore.
“Yes, please,” your witchy partner agreed, their face completely pink.
“Yeah… Yeah, whatever you two want.” He sounded defeated, but the big smile in his mouth was more than telling.
