Come take an inside look at these Twitter links with the men of the FUC series ‘New City, New Life.’ Ft. Their style of fucking || afab!reader || mdni
a/n: I’d also like to thank you guys for helping me reach such an insane milestone. I wanted to do this as a celebration for you all as well!
Hot Neighbor Wolf Hybrid
ft. rough sex, face sitting, oral (f!receiving), masturbation, marathon sex, breeding, outdoor sex, knotting
Chasing you down, Sleepovers at his place, Domestic mornings, How he plays with you during his ruts, Being a good pup and licking you up, Running into each other after taking out the trash, Walking past the open window in your pretty lingerie enough times before he snaps, When he’s eager to get that knot inside you
Sexy Orc Friend
ft. car sex, oral (f!receiving), rough sex, size k!!nk, sloppy sex, fingering, creampie, teasing
Reimagining of your first time together , He’s cocky about his skills and not afraid to show it, Wait till he gets you alone and see what he can really do, No matter how big you are he’s always bigger, Loves seeing you so responsive for him, Passenger Princess treatment , Nothing better than seeing you drip, Trying to tease you but ending up too desperate
Minotaur Boss
ft. light breath play, oral (m!receiving), spanking, fingering, standing up sex, creampie, cowgirl, squirting
Encouragement for getting your work done, What he means when he needs help in the office , Red is his favorite color on you , He likes to see how sensitive you can get, A multitasking King, Putting everything where it belongs (stuffed inside you), When he’s too busy you can do what you want with him, He can cause a mess as much as he can clean them up
Dragon Headhunter
ft. teasing, edging, sex toys, bondage, rough sex, fingering, orgasm control, oral (f!receiving), public sex, hand/blowjob, multiple orgasms
Being an asshole about teasing you bc he can, He doesn’t care how much you whine but loves you vocal, Demanding you finish again even when you think you can’t , Seeing how twitchy and fucked out he can get you just to laugh , How he gets you begging before he’s even really started , High risk and high reward, It’s hard to admit how much you want him but he knows, He may be a Dragon but he’s the one riding you tonight
Torturing you by making you tease yourself , His instincts often take over with the need to burrow and make a home where you’re most warm, He likes to buy you pretty things so he can ruin them and you, Nothing feels sweeter than your release, When your bad he has to find unique forms of punishment , Nothing beats his after work cuddles, He goes feral when you dress up for him
You're the wife of a villainous vampire lord. He is very evil, very scary, and very very feared throughout the land..
So fearful that he is currently pouting with his face pressed to your abdomen as he rants about the latest heroes who had tried to throw him off his claimed throne. All while you both cuddled on the luxurious bed in the master bedroom of his castle.
"OLD!" He grumbled, "Can you believe it? They called me- me!? They called me OLD!"
A whiny purr slipped out of him as you scratched behind his ears. He was still pouting, but your vampire husband will gladly take those lovely scratches behind the ear.
"A thousand years old isn't even THAT old for a vampire.." He continued to mutter under his breath.
"Is that why you sent them down the trash shoot specifically?" You inquired.
"Yes.."
You giggled while gently pulling his face up to press a kiss to his forehead. A louder and happier purr slipped out of him.
"If I wasn't so.. caught off guard.. I would've destroyed them.."
𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW, explicit content, teratophilia, orc/royalty!human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, spit kink, sloppy kisses, size difference, somnophilia, slight voyeurism, orcish, reader loses all forms of etiquette and just babbles-- stupidly, belly bulge. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎
𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.
꒰m!orc ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱
𝐹or as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.
Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.
The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked you—drawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.
Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day prior—a day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.
The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."
You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.
Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.
Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"
The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."
The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.
With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."
Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"
"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."
The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning to— Nay, I shall not proceed."
As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"
"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace. The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.
The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller.
Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.
After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.
—
Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.
"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.
Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.
Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.
Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.
Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.
Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.
"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."
You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."
The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."
You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard, he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.
He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty."
You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.
The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."
You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared, causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.
After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."
You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating, and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.
Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm. Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.
As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience.
You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.
With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly.
"Might I inquire about your name?" Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."
Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes.
A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.
His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.
You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.
"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "
You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.
The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace.
Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.
In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.
After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.
Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips.
Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.
Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.
With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )
His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.
With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies. Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.
Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.
He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.
Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "
Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.
With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.
A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. “I—uhn~ w-wait p-please, Lor…” You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )
Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. “N-no, why’d you stop!”
With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. “M-more. Give me more.” You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby )
"Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?"
Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face. Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix.
Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.
" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans.
He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs.
"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"
With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls. A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."
With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. “That's a good fuckin’ girl.”
The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.
You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"
Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.
You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.
He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)
Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.
He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick.
Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.
He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.
The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.
Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole
" Dismissed. "
The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.
"Loran, please."
The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.
A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. s’too.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue.
Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.
Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.
Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...
Centaur!boyfriend who is so nervous asking you to marry him that he drops the ring into the grass and you have to spend half an hour looking for it after you accept (and make out for a long time).
Centaur!fiancée who would be super into wedding planning, making sure everything is perfect and everything is adapted to all kinds of species attending the wedding. He would make sure the bathrooms are centaur-friendly, the chairs are monster-sized and there's enough food to feed a whole army. He turns into groomzilla as you watch him with warm eyes and soft smiles, his excitement meeting yours as you two together prepare the perfect event.
Centaur!fiancée who is so into tradition that he refuses to see you a week before the wedding, leaving your shared house and staying with his family until the day comes. He's so excited he's crying even before you arrive. But the second he sees you? His heart might be stopping as he watches you walking down the aisle looking so perfect he can't even breathe. He spends half the ceremony so enraptured by your beauty that he misses half the words out of the person officiating, not that he cares, because he hears your vows well enough (and he sobs at them).
Centur!husband who would look so happy when you walk out of the ceremony galloping on his back with everyone cheering around you. He would take you to your own house, spending at least an hour memorizing every single inch of your body on the special day before taking you back to enjoy the feast with all your guests.
Spicy headcanons of how monsters and beings would act as your boyfriend and significant other. Written as original content/my version.
Monsters and Beings: Magician/Sorcerer, Super-Powered person, Zombie, Vampire, Werewolf, Fairy, Elf, Merman, Dragon, Scarecrow, Living Statue, Android, Robot, Alien/Extraterrestrial
(Warnings: fluff, gender neutral reader, smut, and terms of endearment.
Word Count: 2,500 words)
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Wizard/Sorcerer boyfriend secretly loved when you would interrupt him from his studies with kisses or excuses to leave his notes unattended. Not all the time, but he had a weakness for your company. Any kiss to his neck or compliment to his intelligence had him yearning for your skin to meet his own.
Intimately, it was a toss of a coin whether he was puddy in your hands to love on for hours or if he had enough sense to communicate with you within heated passions.
Parchments, scrolls, and trinkets were scattered across the desk. None of it mattered at that moment. Not when your boyfriend had you laying across his notes, completely bare and beckoning him closer.
"Maybe we should study each other more." He panted, gaze fixed on you as he pushed down his trousers.
"I couldn't agree more."
He joined you on the desk with eager kisses and fingers that lit all the candles in the room. A shared experience that filled the room with accidental charms and smeared notes.
Good thing the desk was sturdy.
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Super-powered boyfriend like many powered individuals had an added durability. Meaning, you didn't have to treat him as fragile glass. With you on the other hand, your boyfriend was careful. Aware of your limits. That became more apparent when he'd dial back on his grip or speed of movement with you. He didn't always want to hold back, but he cared so much about your well-being to do otherwise.
Whether you knew of his powers or not, you were always assuring him you were fine. You wanted him to worry less and enjoy the moments more.
"More pressure," you instructed in a growing daze. Legs parted across the mattress.
"Are you sure?" Your boyfriend eyed how his fingers moved between your thighs.
You nodded, hands gripping the blankets since he was out of reach.
"If it hurts, you tell me."
Once he increased the pressure of his ministrations, you were a babbling mess from the intense pleasure. All from the touch of your caring and attentive lover. Superpowers may or may not had been included.
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Zombie boyfriend knew his flustered state appeared different. He knew his body reacted differently than a human's. Similar, but obviously stronger with varying speeds. He enjoyed it nonetheless, morning or night. It was all more apparent when you two got a little too handsy.
"Look at you." You cooed, watching his eyes glazing over while you stroked his member. "Do you feel good?"
He moaned, deep and gutteral. Head heavy on a pillow and hands on you, unmoving. The pleasure so good. Your touch so very, very welcome.
Of course he liked it. Your boyfriend loved when you touched him, unafraid and attentive. He felt more alive and beyond himself. Any time you laid a kiss on his skin or caressed him just so, he knew you loved him. That you cared about him tremendously.
"Love you," he moaned, letting his body rock with your rhythmic hand. "So much. So good."
You kissed his open mouth.
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Vampire boyfriend could be a tease at times. When the mood was right and you blocked out all but one light. That was what he preferred, the privacy of night. To be thrust into an illusion that it only ever was the pair of you. He could give you all of his undivided attention.
Strength and great vision came in good use as he carried you to the bedroom.
He could feel you in light and in darkness. Outside under the open sky or indoors on top of the softest fabrics. Your boyfriend did not have a preference where you two joined in ecstasy as long as he was with you.
"How do I ever survive this?" He grunted as he pushed his hips up into you. "How do I bare such a view? Such exquisite touch?"
"Because you said you'd shrivel up and die without me." You answered with a growing smile.
Some nights his theatrics were very romantic.
"An endless torture. Ah-- That felt good." He thrusted a little faster. "What was I saying?"
You clenched around him and his thoughts ran away once more.
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Werewolf boyfriend knew about the stereotypes and stories written about his kind. That didn't mean all of it was true or that everything was false either.
Did he start to crave having you every major moon phase in a tangle of hot limbs and bedsheets? He totally did.
Did he want to chase you to hear your heart beat loudly? He considered it.
Did he want to mark you as his mate? You bet.
Did he expect you to change the tables on him? No, not really.
"How--" Your boyfriend panted. "How did you catch me?" He laid on his side, trapped between you and a tree trunk.
"I have my secrets and my secret knowledge." You pumped his length as fast as he was panting.
"No...fair. I have super... I'm faster."
You shook your head. "You're going to pass out of you don't start breathing."
Your boyfriend whined in reply.
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Fairy boyfriend could stare at your face and be practically bewitched by your entire being. With or without a potion to temporarily alter his size, he was all over you on special occasions. Those being: birthdays, end of work weeks, completing the bills, start of a new season, a new outfit, anniversaries, and vacation time.
"So much to love," he moaned into your chest. His hips thrusting slowly as you caressed circles on his soft behind.
Every touch you gave sent him into a fog of heated desire fueled by his feelings for you.
"I will love every part of you ten times over." He vowed before his lips latched on to your nipple. Eyelids fluttering shut and high pitched mewls coming from his throat.
You bit your lip at the sight.
Your boyfriend always intended to map your body with his love. Each time you both shared privately and intimately, he charted a new area of your skin with all himself.
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Elf boyfriend tended to be more subtle with most affection, however he became more open the longer he knew you. Intimacy came in forms of him tracing the contours of your body with his fingers, staring at you longingly, kissing his way up your arm. Those were the most common ways of all that he displayed to you and only you.
Emotions could be deeper and his touch reflected that whether soft or firm. When you reciprocated and encouraged with all your love, your boyfriend was keen on giving.
"My heart calls for yours each day I wake," your boyfriend placed a gentle kiss to your inner wrist. "This night may ease its search."
You cradled his face in your hands once he leaned down upon you fully. Bodies intertwined.
"To have you this close," he gazed at you with an enormous amount of love, "is a beautiful gift."
"You should stay."
"Then I accept with my entire being."
You brought him into a kiss as the pair of you continued in your gentle coupling.
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Merman boyfriend was always blown away by how you moved in water. His home where you would forever be welcomed.
As like water, your boyfriend's love displayed itself both gently and strongly. All backed by his passions, you met him with equal longing to share in constant waves of love.
Whether on land, in water, or somewhere in-between the both of you found a way to act on your love, always.
Ignoring the water puddles growing across the tile floor, your boyfriend kept you rolling your hips in a hurried pace. Both of you set on experiencing more and more pleasure.
He thoroughly enjoyed watching you as he managed to sink further into the bathtub's water. What water remained. Not all of it could be splashed out from your movements.
"Water suits you," he panted. His gaze transfixed on the droplets sticking and rolling along your skin.
"Are you considering this position to be your favorite?" Smiling in your pleasured haze, you tightened your grip on his forearms and applied pressure to your hips as they rolled on his tail.
"I am."
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Dragon boyfriend loved when you would cuddle up to him and share warmth. Some days sweetness was not enough as he watched you investigate his many treasures. Tail twitching behind him.
He wanted you more than the gold necklace in your hands. More than the golden flecks you stamped on your face.
"Do you remember our last mating?" He asked, muscles flexed and ready.
"Why? Did you forget?" You chuckled. His desire was not lost upon you, it was as obvious as if he made a banner declaring it.
Gold and other treasures clinking together, your boyfriend rushed at you. Heat everywhere, scales rubbing your skin, tongue tasting your arousal in the air, and his body nearly conforming to your own.
"Easy," you reminded him as you opened yourself to him fully.
He did his best. Deep moans bounced off of the walls as he entered you. He kept you close, held in his hold or pressing you further into his treasures with each thrust.
Loving you as he did, it would be some considerable time before his need was sated. Your boyfriend could hardly get enough of you.
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Scarecrow boyfriend often fantasized of the two of you in the back of a pick-up truck or in the middle of a corn maze making love under a harvest moon. Something to bring more warmth to a season that brought chill to the air where you resided.
His skin was textured and mind often on you. A perfect start whenever you both sought a little more that kissing and handholding. A pair of lovers wanting to be closer.
What he didn't expect was being entranced by the golden lights of sunset highlighting your body in a field and you grinding on his denim-covered thigh like there was a time limit. Perhaps you were racing the sun. Or perhaps you had a more difficult day than you said earlier when he asked.
"You looking dazzling. Simply radiant." He kneaded your skin in all the places that made you shiver. "Take whatever you need to please you, my dear."
"You."
"Pardon?"
"I'm going to take...you...until the sun sets."
"My dear, you certainly may." He captured your lips in a rough kiss as you clawed at his clothes.
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Living statue boyfriend no longer felt alone as the world lived on. He had you and saw the beauty in what others had experienced for years. He was strong enough to handle most things, but seeing you bare as an ancient statue had him experiencing new emotions. Ones he had only heard from voices in passing or hidden beyond his sight.
His size and shape did not deter you from wanting him in a manner that made him wonder if he could sweat as you could. There was no way he dreamed of refusing your wishes nor desires.
You doted on him and made him start to have a renewed worry about his strength compared to your own. That didn't particularly matter to you seeing as you bounced on his hard length without complaints. Again and again while he tried grounding himself in reality. A difficult task. Near impossible as he finally considered himself a perfect fit for his precious love, you.
"Be careful," he advised gently.
You moaned, keeping your pace.
"I presume you will never stop amazing me." Your boyfriend watched on in wonder and begun to consider what else you two could possibly do together.
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Android boyfriend was made to be as humanlike as possible. The pair of you did not realize how much he could feel until you became more physically intimate. You found that your boyfriend was much more flexible than he looked. So you would position yourself comfortably wherever you wanted before he rushed in with a multitude of kisses and a steady stance.
Lounging in the armchair with one leg hung over an armrest, you eyed your boyfriend's synthetic skin as it traveled your body. Across your skin and within your warmth, he moved without losing a fraction of endurance. He could go for as long as you both wanted.
"Deeper."
At your words, he angled himself inhumanly. His pelvis closer in an impossible way. But he thrusted every inch of himself in. Leaving no space untouched.
His mouth fell open, lost in you. His love and free life. All of his sensors sent out alerts of his system. Those would be given attention later, much later.
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Robot boyfriend knew his strength and how his structure was durable. Some parts of him were mismatched. Meaning, he wasn't the most comfortable sentient to move around or touch. When it came to strong physical desires, he let you know and orchestrate. He didn't want to leave one bruise on you, his dear life companion. You were prepared for his worries and your combined desires.
His face plate turned another shade of pink as you complimented him between whines of pleasure. He sat absolutely still on the dining chair. Worry still lingering in his system. Yet his hard body was not causing you any discomfort. Quite the opposite.
Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly and he added a variation to the vibration of his hand. Watching your body practically convulse in a climax made purple shades appear on his face. He was relieved and fascinated by your clear enjoyment.
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Alien/Extraterrestrial boyfriend had specific routines, rules, and levels of organization. Which meant having you in his ship well past when he should had been sleeping was a wake up call. Not everything had to be the same everyday. Making new rules instead of exceptions was his logical reasoning. Clinging to your body as he bent you over a console deep into intercourse didn't apply to anything. Unless he considered a rule in your relationship: love wholeheartedly. Time had no restraint in that rule. He would keep you satisfied no matter what. If there was a way to do it, he would figure it out especially if it meant continued times of pleasure.
None of the buttons, switches, or toggles you were rolling over activated anything. Perhaps you should had known the console was turned off, but you were too preoccupied with your lover.
The cool air within the ship turned stuffy the longer your boyfriend thrusted in rhythm to his heartbeat. The more he wrapped himself around you as much as he could. His frame touched every part of you, caressing and holding as he let out string after string of compliments. Not all you could translate. Yet you understood completely. He loved you and his mind felt fuzzy from how much pleasure was coursing through him.
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You find yourself kidnapped into a half-breed family of monsters and humans, for the purpose of an arranged marriage. Luckily for you, the groom is their only pure human, terribly handsome and charming. You'd perhaps appreciate him more if your eyes weren't glued to his monstrous older sibling...
Content: female reader, monster smut, reader is a shameless monster hoe
[Part 2]
You always imagined such kidnappings to be of theatrical intensity, being scooped up against your will as you scream and flail your arms, longing for a savior. The affair itself felt more like a formal summoning. Mysterious men appeared before you and merely announced that your presence is required, unfortunately without the choice of refusal. Might as well. You packed necessities under their polite supervision and now you're sitting at the table, facing multiple strangers who are casually enjoying their lunch. One of them, the head of the family apparently, explains that half-breeds are in a rather sensitive place when one considers human and monster politics. Thus, every now and then, they will do whatever it takes to strengthen their bonds and show good intent towards both species. This time it's an arranged marriage with a fellow human.
Why you, in particular? No need to concern yourself with intricate details. What matters now is that you are to be married soon and your groom is right here, enthusiastically waving in a welcoming greeting. You scan his features and can't help but agree with the family: he is, by all definitions, a conventionally handsome man. His face is carefully chiseled in most elegant, yet masculine features. His voice is confident but warm, and you can tell by the flock of servants hovering around that he's rather popular. After the luxurious meal he guides you around the imposing home, showing you to your room and briefing you on future responsibilities. Caring, attentive, and several other checks that you can easily mark in his favor.
Yet one vital aspect has been omitted. The prince's mesmerizing beauty was rather swiftly discarded once you realized the presence of his older sibling, a pure monster blood towering above everyone else and idly eating his food, uninterested. You managed to hide your blush in time, but you couldn't help throwing curious glances. Might've been easier for everyone involved if they handed out 'monster lover' badges. Alas, you weren't prepared to ever be faced with the choice.
The next day you're awoken by the murmur of diligent work, as both servants and family pace back and forth about their plans. You sneak your way out - since nothing is yet expected of you - and wander until you find your intended target: the beastly sibling is polishing a bizarre weapon you don't recognize in what seems to be a storage room littered with battle memorabilia. He notices your presence and acknowledges you with a bored nod. You ask whether you may observe his current activity and he looks up at you, raising an eyebrow suspiciously before agreeing. Why would you care? Certainly there's more entertaining things for you to do as a soon-to-be bride.
As you listen to his little stories from the battleground (hardy monsters like him are better off fighting, not socializing), you have to pat your cheeks in desperate attempts to cool down your burning blush. "H-how comes you don't have a partner?" You mutter, almost feverish. "Not interested. Plus, who would dare to marry me?" he jokes, focused on the sharp item in his clawed hands. There it is. Hesitation and diplomacy out the window, you rearrange yourself, smoothening your clothing, and whisper: "Well, if I had to choose, I would've preferred you as my husband..."
Once again he stares at you bewildered. Have you come here to mock him or something? A frail, pretty human like you, about to tie the knot with his stunning younger brother, showing up here and behind everyone's backs to openly flirt with him. Ridiculous beyond comprehension. His skin is thick enough to not mind such twisted humor, so if anything he's impressed by your audacity. Alright, if you've come for jokes, he'll comply. He places his weapon down and fully turns to you. A little scare might teach you to be more respectful with your in-laws next time.
With a speedy movement that's barely registered by your eyes, he pushes you on the floor and pins you by the wrists, lowering himself uncomfortably close to your face. "If you tease me like this, I might not be able to hold back." He says as he forces himself to smile extra hard, revealing the multiple rows of fangs. "In fact, I can't guarantee you'd make it out of here alive." Hopefully he isn't going too far with his tactics. He senses your frantic breathing and is about to apologize for continuing your prank, but you blurt out in a daze: "Yes, please! I've been thinking about it ever since I saw you." You're panting for dear life as your face is turning a deep shade of red.
Uh oh. Now this is awkward. You weren't...you weren't kidding. For a moment, he freezes in place, trying to recollect himself to no avail. Fucking your brother's future wife in a storage room in the middle of the day feels like poorly written erotic romance. Then again, he can't deny the sudden urge overwhelming him at the mere thought of it. You're squirming underneath him, gliding your legs across his now obvious bulge. His common sense is hanging by a comically thin thread and he can almost hear the instant when it snaps. Thankfully some leftovers of sanity must have remained in the back of his mind and his lustful grunts while pounding you are kept low enough that no one is notified of your horny deeds. Shutting you up was the bigger challenge.
"Is this too tight, miss?" You spin in front of the mirror and the servant readjusts the lace corset adorning your wedding dress. You have to hold back your yawn. Downright shameless and perverted of you to daydream about your monster boyfriend while trying on bridal gowns, but it's not like you agreed to it to begin with. You were kind of hoping to discuss future dating prospects post-intercourse, but someone had been looking for you shortly afterwards and you struggled to regain your composure. Your scary-looking suitor shooed you away with the promise of a reunion.
Before the servant can reach for the next dress, you both jump, startled by angry shouts coming from the hall. You rush outside to witness the older sibling standing before the head of the family. The wrathful threats were coming from the much smaller half-human. "Y-you can't just decide like that!" He screams. "Of course I can. You're welcome to fight me for it." The monster sibling flashes a smug grin. "Can anyone here defeat me?" His question is met with silence. He spots you and gestures you to come towards him. "I'll say it one more time. Find another human for my brother if you have to. This one is mine." He ends his sentence in a low growl and you shiver underneath his heavy arm. Boy, what a time to be alive.
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A/N: I can feel my time of the month approaching because I wrote this so fast.
WEREWOLF
Your boyfriend won't bother you when he's in a rut. He hides in the forest, often waiting for you to pass by on your morning run. Always out of sight but close enough for you to stop and look around because you feel you're being watched. His hand jacking his girthy cock, hissing and growling as his knot forms. He wants nothing more than for you to be the one to take his knot and relieve it. One day he'll train your pussy enough that you can.
INVISIBLE MAN
It was an honest mistake that he walked in on you masturbating. But you did leave the door wide open. You thought he'd be back way later in the evening and it had been a while since you last had sex, still if had just told him you were horny he would be more than happy to fuck you. He strokes his cock while he watches you, and when he's fully hard and ready he sneaks up behind you and whispers that he's home, still invisible, while he pushes his cock into you.
VAMPIRE
Hates that you've been edgeing him by masturbating by the window and not letting him step foot into your house the whole time. He's already had to clean said windows multiple times. Thanks to his hearing he doesn't even need to look at you, he's grown accustomed to the way your breathing and voice change when you're about to come. At least this way he can save some of his dignity until you decide to let him in, into your home and your pussy.
MERMAN
Always lurking in the depths, his eyes watching you swimming above him, his cock shifting out of its sheath the more he thinks about you. It's starting to become dangerous for him because he's been swimming closer and closer to the surface, you could spot him, or he could finally get his hands on you. He's a little bit shy about actually meeting you so he does try his best to keep to himself. But one of these days his hands will no longer be enough to pleasure his cock.
