Let me know if this needs more detail or is too restrictive but...
Woman allows the giant teddy bear that is the local orc blacksmith to finally let loose all that natural born power on her as a tip for a job well done rather than be the town's worst kept secret service top. Bonus if he's hesitant and needs to be reassured she can take it.
As sweet as a Muffin
[ m!orc x fem!human ]
content: very light femdom, praise kink, fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v, creampie
You expected the heavy knock on the door. After all, he promised he would deliver the oven tray to you, after he repairs it. Such a gentleman. It took all your power not to run and wide open the door - well, not before you checked yourself out and pulled your decolletage a little bit lower.
With the warmest smile, you open the door to greet the soaking wet orc, trying his best to keep the tray dry from the rain with his rather massive but insufficient palm.
"You silly..." You pull him inside. You thought he would at least be smart enough to bring an umbrella with him. "Why didn't you use the tray to cover yourself?"
He chuckles. "You know, I never thought about it."
"Let's get you dry." Just imagining this handsome hunk in front of you, undressed and wet, got you all giddy. What a treat would that be on this dull winter afternoon.
"Oh, that's so improper... but..." His teeth have already started to chatter. "Yes, I should."
You lead him into your kitchen, next to your burning cookstove, and jump to help him remove his heavy coat. While he was undoing his boots, you checked out the perfectly flat oven tray. You have a feeling he even polished it unnecessarily. "Oh dear, this is amazing! The first tray of muffins is yours."
"Oh, thank you, I love your muffins!"
You had to chuckle a little bit, truly entertained by his warm innocence. Although he's far from inexperienced - or so you heard.
You help him remove his sweater before bringing him a towel. As soon as you enter your kitchen, you are greeted with a naked orc back as wide as a barn door. He is muscular, of course, as any blacksmith would be, and slightly hairy across his shoulder blades, naturally. But - oh, makers - he is freckled! How adorable!
He notices your stare and immediately hides himself behind his shirt. "I'm so s-sorry. Even my undershirt is wet. If I can only leave it here for 10 minutes, and I can hide somewhere until it dries off a little bit."
"No no no..." You really hope your voice doesn't quiver as much as your cunt does at the sight of his muscular, freckled shoulders. "You'll stay here, undress all those wet clothes, and get all nice and warm."
There is a slight blush covering his ears. "Are you sure?"
You take a step forward, the tip of your head barely reaching his collarbone, and you boldly look him in the eyes. "I insist." Even more boldly, you hook your index finger against his pants.
He smiles. Sweetly, like honey. He is familiar with this game. He is a skilled craftsman not only when it comes to metal and fire. Many villagers enjoyed their time with him, and they all loved to brag about how divine he is with his tongue and fingers. You and your sweet neighbor blacksmith, however, only had one brief opportunity to exchange a heated kiss behind an oak during the spring festival. But it was one salacious kiss that left you breathless and craving so much more.
And you decided you won't try only his fingers and mouth. Oh no. You are taking the whole orc package tonight.
"Let me help you undress," you coax him.
He obediently raises his arms. "As you wish."
Soon he stands naked in front of you, his massive cock hanging low even though semi-hard. "You are so handsome..." You stroke his length, licking your lips. "Can't wait to ride it..."
"What?" His eyes show genuine concern. "No, don't! You might get hurt."
You chuckle and pinch his nipple. "Don't worry, big guy. I can handle you. Just give me time." You pull him lower toward you by holding him by his tusks. He moans when you bite his lower lip. "And you are not going anywhere during this downpour."
The rain is indeed heavy enough to silence your pathetic whimpers as you hold your bed frame, keeping your core stable, thanking the Makers for sending this incredible orc to your village. The aforementioned orc is meanwhile kneeling behind you and eating you out with the fervour of a starving wolf devouring a deer carcass. He is enjoying it, too, humming into your pulsating, soaking wet cunt, bringing you to the verge of your fourth orgasm.
"No!" It was hard to say this word. But you had to. His tongue and fingers did a perfect job, and you knew you were ready for the real deal. "I want you. I want your cock."
"No," he pants against your thigh. "I'm too big for humans. If you were—"
You bury your face into the pillow and spread you ass cheecks. "FUCK ME NOW!"
Even though your bratty scream was muffled by the goose's feathers, your demand was heard. There is a gruntle, sounding somewhere between protest and pleasure, as a glans spreads your lips. Your entrance stretches and stretches and stretches. Your breath is shallow, and you chuckle nervously. But you ain't no quitter!
"Are you okay?"
"Yesssssss", you moan into your pillow, and a large warm flesh presses against your behind as his hips begin moving. "Oh, yes..."
"You like it?" he whispers next to your ear, his breath quickening. He is still slow and careful, but it feels so good, and you confirm it to him. "Oh fuck yes. I've wanted to fuck you for such a long time. Since... ah... since that night... Fuck, your pussy is so tight..."
Your pussy isn't as tight as his cock is large, but you keep that to yourself. The orc blacksmith is so heavy that your body almost dived into your mattress. The badframe is shaking and squeaking as he pounds harder and harder into you. The moist squelches as your pussy satisfyingly drools from pounding are almost just as loud.
He chuckles. "It's in... Fuck, it's in... You are amazing... Is this good? Ahhh... Do you like it?"
You can barely talk at this point, but you know he deserves praise. "It's perfect... Ah!... Don't stop... Ah ah!"
"Yes, yes!" As you assumed, his excitement gives him vigour, and his groin starts working like a machine. You can barely think as your orgasm approaches you, and all you can say is "I'll— I'll—" as a powerful spasm erupts inside your cunt. You scream, and your bed squeaks, and your pussy gushes as your peak takes over your body.
The orc grabs your hips harder and slams into your core before shooting his seed into you. "Thank you... Thank you... Thank you!" he grunts happily, pumping his cock in and out. Your mixed juices drip down your trembling thighs and soak your poor mattress.
This sweet orc deserves all the muffins in the world —especially yours.
I've read a few stories about pussy portals but I don't think I've read one with reader getting a perfect replica dildo that is connected to the monster (maybe they have a flashlight or its magic related)
Reader teasing a monster with their mouth and hands as they prep themselves with their fingers first as their hand toys with the thick knot near the dildos base. This time reader gets to be the one in control. Slowly sinking down they get to take their time getting to the knot.
The monster on the other end is desperately bucking into the device they're using, but it's not the same as the sweet torturous feeling of you sliding down their length that they're receiving from the linked dildo.
Toying with Him
[ m!monster x fem!reader ]
content: nsfw, masturbation, dildo
Getting a cast of your boyfriend's cock was his idea, actually. It was a silly anniversary gift. You exchanged casts of each other's genitals to be used as a fleshlight and a dildo.
But you got an idea how to make your toy even more special. You ordered your boyfriend's boxers and the dildo to be magically connected.
Hehehe, you giggled to your deviousness as you placed the enhanced boxers back into the drawer, on top of the pile. As soon as your boyfriend left for work the next morning, you ran into your bedroom and checked - as you expected, the boxers were gone. Huhuhuhuhu.
You waited for his text, which he always sends as soon as he gets to his office.
Fuuuuck me
Meetings all day
Love you cookie <3
It is time to get down to business.
You take out the beautiful model of your boyfriend's cock and kiss it lightly. You giggle, imagining what face he might make while sitting at a meeting table, surrounded by his co-workers and supervisors, confused about the sensation on the tip of his cock. You lick the toy, along the ridge, moistening it up. It is fun when you do this, but not nearly as good as when you suck on the real, warm, live thing.
Mmmmm, fuck. You are quickly getting wet, excited about masturbating with your favourite toy, and guessing how he must feel right now, as his magically transformed boxers stimulate his member, copying the way you play with the dildo.
A message pings.
Shit I'm so horny right now
And this meeting will last for another 10 minutes
Can't focus
Thinking about you ;)
It works! Just imagining him squirming on his chair, blushing, and maybe even stuttering gets you all giddy. You push your fingers inside your hole, getting ready for the massive toy you're about to insert. Your fingers squeeze the silicone knot at the bottom, humming and snickering as you get the dildo all wet.
Ping!
Something weird is happening
I feel something weird
Oh it's about to get a lot weirder. It's time to reply.
Enjoy my little gift for you ;)
Almost instant reply.
?????????
IS THIS YOU
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
COOKIE IM IN A MEEGINT
Hehehe, he's panicking. His fingers are trembling. He's losing control. How delightful. The surge of power, the sweet taste of dominance, makes your pussy clench around nothing. You lick the whole length of the dildo and moan around the silicone tip. You want it inside you so badly.
You spread your legs and smear your juices all over your folds. Mmmmmm, you're so wet. It would be so nice to have your boyfriend's thick cock inside, warm, hard, and pumping like a machine. Unfortunately, you have to do everything by yourself now. You rub the dildo against the entrance, mixing your saliva with your arousal. But - you giggle again - knowing what sweet torture your handsome monster boyfriend must be experiencing right now is quite enough.
The narrow glans penetrates your pussy, and a long moan escapes your lips. No human cock can match a monster one.
Ping.
Stop that
Im so hard rn
Someone will notice
You whimper on your bed, your legs entangled with your sheets, safe and cozy and so horny. No stopping, you retort while you push the dildo deeper and your fingers tap against your clit. You roll over and kneel, as if you're riding your boyfriend on his office chair. The dildo is halfway into your pussy.
Ping.
STOP
You can't. It feels so good. You are bouncing up and down, panting, fucking your pussy, and rubbing your swollen clit. Almost there. You're almost touching the knot.
ping. Ping. PING. PING!
You don't care anymore. You're so close - ah! - so close! But you will get that knot inside before you cum. You want it - ah! - in your pussy. But it's so hard not to let your body uncoil around the dildo right now! Ah! AH!
You climax as soon as the knot hits your entrance. The sinful wave melts your bones, and you fall into your pillows, defeated by a dildo.
I didn't get it in, you pout. You throw the toy away and take your phone. There are 20+ messages from your boyfriend. All of them are gibberish, or short nos and stops. But the last one is different.
I'm coming home
---
Should I do the boyfriend's POV (and maybe a continuation?)
It's never boring in the Merfolk Breeding Centre. Dangerous, very much. Especially during springtime when most specimens go extra feral and horny. They are simply too strong, and any interventions could prove lethal for humans. But you have your job to do, and that is drawing blood, collecting semen, and checking their overall well-being.
But one merman proves way too difficult and aggressive. He has to be bound. Hanging on a wall, with his arms tied high above his head and his tail cuffed, he is pretty much at your mercy. Not that he seems to be too upset because of it. This is not the first time you need to handle him with special care.
You take his cock into your fist and lick it. The slick texture is so comfortable against your lips and tongue. The merman grins with his toothy smile and bucks his hips. He is growling, urging you to move faster. But you are in control, and you need him just as much as he needs you. Just as he starts twitching and breathing heavily, you slow down, but keep on stimulating his slit. His chains are rattling while he's trying to break free. But he won't be able to. Not this time. You prepare your flask and jerk him off just as he likes. With a screech, he shoots his irridescent semen, and you collect it like a precious substance. Although highly unprofessional, you place a kiss on the tip of your fingers and press them against his mouth. With a smirk, he licks them and gives you a wink.
hellooooo!!!! i know u just posted a fic from my ask but i am back 😭 i swear i have a life! ANYWAY~!
grumpy older orc x sunshine human reader. misunderstanding + angst (hurt me!!!) she pulls away thinking he doesn’t love her, he thinks she loves someone else. she tries to leave but he snaps, finds her, pins her, confesses in a storm with a growl “u were never supposed to leave me.” (AHHHHH!!!) desperate, possessive reunion with oh-so-rough kisses, lifted off the ground, maybe a bit filthy. OR FILTHIER. dealer’s choice!!!!
thank u in advance. here’s to more followers! 🍷 and more goodness in your life ✨✨✨
If You Only Tried
[ m!orc x fem!reader ]
a/n: you are no longer active, but I hope this will reach you once you log back. you are such a lovely person!
content: arranged marriage, angst with a happy ending, sfw
This marriage wasn't what you ever planned to do. You thought you would marry a clergyman or a trader or even a minor lord, yes. But you thought he would be a... human.
Not that you ever had anything against orcs! This orc has been a family friend for many years now. Your father rescued him, almost frozen in a blizzard, during that terrible winter. Turned out that this orc was the younger brother of the large orc clan leader.
But even before you learned of his importance, you were so mesmerized by his size, his tusks, his scars. You spent hours next to him, while he was still in bed, nursing him back to health. Your father is a healer, and you learned much of his trade from him. And you also learned how kindness and a warm spirit can heal as well.
When the warrior orc woke up, he was so terrified by his unfamiliar surroundings that he jumped up and grabbed you by your neck. His grip wasn't as powerful as it was supposed to be, but it was immense for your human bones. You were scared, of course, but you knew screaming or yelling wouldn't help. So you smiled, patted his wrist, and whispered, "You're okay. You're safe."
The shock on his face was something you will never forget. He let go of you and fell on his knees, too weak to stand. You helped him back to bed. Your father then took him over, and asked you to leave the room. You hid your neck and bruises for a few days. You knew he meant no harm, that it was a mistake.
After that, the orc's recovery was quick. The next day he was standing, and in the evening he was sitting next to your father at the dining table. You couldn't stop looking at him. His grayish white hair, his beard, his broken nose, his emerald green eyes. You could still feel his fingers around your neck, and how horryfied those beautiful eyes were.
The orc's name was Dren'kudr the Fistfury. But once you asked him to help you pronounce it correctly, he blushed and told you to call him simply Ren.
He left soon after, and the bruises on your skin paled. You barely spoke a few words with him. You merely told him your name and wished the best for him. Ren seemed flabbergasted as he tried to utter something in return, but confusion or something else choked him, and he merely nodded.
So now, after so many years, seeing him dressed and decorated in silk, fur, and gold next to you is truly something unexpected. Father only informed you that you will be married. That it was the order from a local lord. It was part of the treaty between him and the orc clan leader, the elder brother of your betrothed.
You didn't disobey, of course, but... why? Why would you be part of a treaty, a simple healer's daughter? Did... Ren ask for your hand? But the clenching of his jaw whenever he looks at you suggests otherwise. You tried to speak with him, reminding him of your time together at your father's house, and, even though he politely acknowledged you, he seemed uncomfortable. You eventually stopped speaking to him or smiling. But you didn't stop looking. There are so many more grays in his hair, he has a fresh cut across his lips, and his eyes are still of that brilliant green colour. So handsome, you think to yourself, blushing. But he doesn't want you. He doesn't even look at you in your red and white wedding dress, embroidered with gold, with your hair braided and decorated with pearls. He doesn't care about your red lips or kohl as dark as night on your eyelids. You could almost cry. This is not how you envisioned your marriage to start.
It is only during the vows exchange ceremony that you see something resembling affection in your husband's face. As he places red colour on your forehead, cheeks and middle of your collarbone, he swears to be a faithful husband. To protect you with his blood. To build a home for you. To give you children. There is... something on his face, like a smile, gentle, solemn. His hand lingers on your chest as he gazes into your eyes. But the moment is gone, and the warmth cools down again.
***
It's been 3 months. You and Ren moved to his home, a beautiful estate, with many orc and human servants to accompany you. You enjoyed all the riches, all the interactions and all the freedom you could've asked. All but one. Ren, himself. He's rarely home, and when he is, he checks on you, are you pleased and satisfied, in an almost brotherly manner. And that's it. He has never touched you. He only watched you from afar, and you were certain he was smiling while doing that. But you could never confirm. You were too embarrassed to ask anyone from your family for help. How to make him happy? How to get closer to him? You're his wife for Makers' sake!
One night, just as he was saying good night to you, intending to leave for his bedroom, you stopped him. "Ren, I..." Worry was written all over his face. "Do you... want me?" How embarrassing! You intended to drop your night gown in front of him, but you couldn't.
He takes a step closer, looming over you like a tower, a lone torch flickering across his face. "You're shaking... I'm sorry. I never wanted... Forgive me."
And then he left. You wanted to run after him, beg him for at least a pat on your cheek, some kind of warmth. But he obviously doesn't want you. You're a human, a common healer's daughter, probably unattractive to him.
In the morning, one of your servants brought the letter from Ren. He couldn't even look at you! The letter wrote: "You need a companion. A true one. Let me know of any lovers you are missing. I will ask them to come here and join our household. I do not wish you stay lonely."
Lovers? Lovers? He thinks you are missing... He thinks... Makers! Mother was right. Men are, generally speaking, stupid. Does he think you're unfaithful? Is that what he thinks of you? Well... fine! One thing is to be considered unattractive, but assuming you have no morals is completely different. If he thinks so lowly of you, you will leave with your pride intact. He won't miss you, obviously.
You angrily pack your things. The servant is confused and asks what the matter is, but you just brush them off: "Ask your master!" The servant runs out, terrified by your outburst. You have never been harsh to them — your condition must be quite a surprise for them.
As you put your cloak over your back, ready to storm out, the door to your room slams open. It's Ren. The expression on his face is difficult to read, for you hardly know your husband. He isn't happy, that's for sure.
"What are you doing? Why..." He scans you from top to bottom. "Why are you dressed—"
"Keep your riches," you retort. "Keep all your lands and your influences. I will stay here no longer. I don't accept being treated as an unfaithful burden. You and I are no longer married as far as I am concerned. Take whoever you wish to be your companion. You are free of me."
You can barely hold your tears back. You want to run away from him and hide. But at the same time, you long for comfort from him. You like him, his eyes, his voice. If he had only let you...
You are pulled, almost losing your footing. Ren is holding your wrist and elbow, and you are forced to face him. His expression is tense, confused. "What are you saying? Burden? Unfaithful? I never said those words."
"You obviously don't care about me and don't want me. I will leave!"
You struggle, like a tiny animal trapped by a cat, needing to move away from him. Ren closes the door behind himself, his eyes fixated on you, fiery emotion darkening them. "I never said you could leave me. You were never supposed to leave me!" He growls, his lips curling upwards.
"Let. Me. Go!" You kick his leg and bite his fingers, trapping your wrist. Look what you turned into. A violent creature. A volatile soul. You want to scream, so you do. Ren pushes you forward, away from the door, until your back hits the wall.
"I care for you!" He yells, breathing heavily, but he no longer growls. "I care for you, but you... This is an arranged marriage, and, and, and..."
"It is, and I'm sorry." You cry. "I'm sorry they forced you to marry me. We can... stay married, for whatever political reasons, but I can't stay here and... And..."
He shakes his head, his massive body closer to yours than ever. "I want to... I want to see you... Just... You are unhappy... Here... And I want you to be happy..."
"I'm not happy like this," you sob. "Not like this."
He lets go of you, sharply, as if he only realised what he had done. "I hurt you... I tried so hard not to, but I hurt you. I made you unhappy." He turns his head away from you, his eyes shut. "Maybe you are right. Maybe you should..." Instead of uttering another word, he growls. "But I can't let you leave. I... want you here. I want you to stay, where I can see you."
You are confused, dizzy from all the emotions. "You want me to stay? But why? You never touched me. And then you accused me of wanting lovers."
Ren flinches when you mention the last word. "Everyone deserves to be loved. You were forced into this marriage. To an ugly, scary, older orc. And you are so beautiful, so delicate. I could... break you."
You wipe away your tears, wanting to confirm with your eyes what your ears heard. Ren's face is soft, almost shy, as he looks at you. "Wait... Did you... Did you want to marry me?"
"I..." He blushes slightly. "Well, yes and no. I told my brother about you. How kind you were toward me. How beautiful you were. And he..." He grunts. "He decided he would gift you to me. He demanded you from your lord as part of our negotiation. I... never wanted that. You are not a thing to be traded with. But both of them refused to listen to me. The deal was made. And you were married to me. I'm... I'm so sorry they forced you into this..."
Tears again pool in your eyes. "Ren... I thought you hated me... I thought you were disgusted..."
The horror in his eyes is as clear as day. He reaches for you but doesn't touch you. "No! Never. You are... All I ever wanted. And I want you to be happy. No matter what."
Is this possible? Was he that stupid? With an angry hiss, your fists hit against Ren's chest. "You! You can make me happy, you... dumb... man... Make me happy!"
Ren's arms are suddenly around you, lifting you off the ground. His face is pressed against yours, a kiss trapped between your lips. He embraces you for a long time, not letting you breathe, holding you as if he'll fall if he lets you go. "I'll make you happy, wife. I promise."
"All these months..." You hit against his chest again, but with less power. "All these months of loneliness because you thought you couldn't make me happy. And you never tried. You stupid."
"I know." He kisses you again, smiling, carrying you toward your bed. "I'm stupid. So stupid. I'll apologize later. Now I need to compensate for 98 days of loneliness. Hope you're ready."
After such a long time of choosing you as your mate, he can finally enter you completely. He bites your shoulder to brace himself as he arches his back to push his massive cock inside you. You moan helplessly, wanting nothing more but to cum and make him cum too. Steam twirls around your bodies as you both sweat from the heat of the dragons body working his hardest to breed you.
"My treasure... My gem..." he coos into your ear, panting raggedly. Hot air rolls off his moist tongue and tickles your clammy skin. He loves taking you from behind, pressing his claw against the bulge on your stomach to feel himself full length inside your guts. "I won't stop... Ahhh... So tight... Not until your womb is full of my seed... Nghhh... and you beg me to stop pleasing you..." You cry out his name once the first orgasm shakes your human body and your dragon mate roars in response.
Can we get someeeee... Shy Chubby reader with a suave playboy knight? Perhaps she's brushed off all his advances, not thinking he was serious about it. Maybe that just spurred him on to become even more serious about it, getting him stuck thinking about her more and more!
Forge Through
[ m!gargoyle x fem!reader ]
a/n: feel free to always imagine my readers as chubby. i've been chubby my whole life and curvy or chubby are my standard body types i just don't emphasize that lol. reader isn't as shy as you expected, but she is an introvert
content: nsfw, mild angst, body worship, mild praise kink, p in v, creampie, oral (female receiving)
You've been friends for quite some time. And flirting has always been part of your playful chats. Any kind of conversation would easily slip into sexy banter. How wouldn't it? You were the blacksmith's young assistant, and he was a recently knighted gargoyle. Metal and stone were in both of your blood, and you hit it off right away. Which was rather strange for you since you've always been painfully shy. But he somehow managed to loosen you up with his quirky jokes and euphemisms. Your cheeks would hurt from smiling, but luckily, the blush was basically invisible because of the constant heat inside your mentor's smithy.
"Here's my favourite blacksmith!" As soon as he enters, ostentatious as always, he removes his helmet and gauntlets and kisses you on the cheek. Ever since he was knighted, he has worn his full armour almost everywhere, even though he didn't actually need it, being made of stone and all. "Always working so hard, beautiful."
"Of course," you reply. "Someone needs to fix all the dents you get from scorned exes after you steal their girls."
"Oh, you wound me!" He slams his stone fist against his metal plate. "Those dents are from our country's enemies. I serve my lord with my whole heart... just as I would love to serve you."
You chuckle, wiping your sweaty forehead. "Serve me? Serve me what - a beer? That would be nice, actually."
Your gargoyle friend stays quiet for a minute or two, as you work. He turns away from you and removes his breastplate. His undershirt is sweaty and sticking to his muscular body. You bite your lip.
"I would, you know?" His voice resembles a wave softly crashing against pebbles. "I would serve you. If you asked me to."
You stop your hammer from hitting the anvil. Utterly confused, you look at him, expecting his broad shoulders to shake from laughter. But they are not. "What do you mean by serve?"
"Oh, you know..." He starts pacing up and down the workshop, avoiding looking at you. "To please you... take you out somewhere... woo you... make love to you..."
You're not sure you heard him correctly. It can't be. He's a notorious flirt and has been fooling around with more people than you know. He always brags about his adventures and lovers, and how 'his heart still yearns to be forged by a different kind of flame'. Whatever that means. And it hurts. It hurts to hear him boast about his trysts, all while you only get titillated. "Please stop with your teasing, I'm too busy for that right now."
You are upset. Why are you upset? It's stupid, and you're not stupid. He is just playing with you, as always. And yet, with a hiss of steam, heavy tears hit the hot metal still standing on the anvil.
"Are you crying?" Your gargoyle friend is next to you, pulling you into a hug. Your face is squished against his hard chest. "No, no, no, what did I say? What did I say?"
You push yourself away, trying to stop angry tears. "That's the problem! You say too much! And don't mean it! You want to serve me? Ha, what a joke! That's what I am - a joke to you."
"What?" He runs his fingers through his long hair. "No, never. You were never a joke to me. I've always... liked you. And more than that."
"But..." You shake your head. "But weren't we just... joking around?"
He slowly cups your cheek. "I wasn't."
You recall all the times when he showed genuine affection: his little gifts, his thoughtfulness, his acts of service. Not even for a second did you think they were romantic. How can someone as handsome and popular as he is like someone as painfully antisocial as you?
"Let me show you. Let me show you how serious I am about you." He pulls you closer to him as he leans down to kiss you. And you let him. Not only that, you let him in.
You allow his mouth to cover yours, you let his arms roam around your body, undress you, caress you. His hungry mouth licks your lips and leaves bite marks all over your voluptuous body. He worships your wide hips and soft tummy, kissing them with fervour as strong as your forge. In one quick sweep of his strong arm, he clears one of your mentor's workbenches, lifts you up on it, and eats you out until you're a quivering mess, ready to fall apart in front of him.
"The only one I truly want to serve," he says from between your warm and plush thighs. "Moan for me more. I want to know what you like. Exactly what you like."
And you do. You don't stop even after you cum the first time, because he immediately flips you over and enters you from behind. He plays with your nipples as he bites your neck, and his massive cock lights up your insides.
Your strong arms barely withstand his weight as he pushes his body onto yours, rutting against your ass until he hears you climax one more time. Then he follows, releasing his load into your sore pussy.
"Do you believe me now?" he asks as he kisses your shoulder. "Do you believe I want to be your knight and servant?
You can barely talk from underneath him. "Is that... ahh... is that what you meant by 'my heart yearns to be forged by a different kind of flame'?"
His cock twitches inside you. "Exactly. Took you long enough to decipher that, beautiful. The only heat, the only flame I need is yours."
Thank you, friendo, a rather silly fic ahead, but I hope you like it!
You decided to start living with your mermaid boyfriend! Building an aquarium inside a house is quite a challenge, let alone a huge one that could accommodate an entire person. Luckily, your mermaid boyfriend hoarded an impressive amount of treasure that he meticulously collected from sunken ships.
The finished aquarium that could reach every part of your house proved to be incredibly fun. You could walk or swim to your kitchen, for example. But more importantly, your mermaid boyfriend could pull you inside any time he wanted, undress you, and fuck you exactly how he wanted - underwater.
During the full moon, it was particularly overwhelming since he wouldn't let you leave him for hours. He would fuck your pussy until it was sore and pulsating, overfilling it with his seed. The aquarium water would quickly become milky white from his rutting, and he loved that. The worst thing was, all that feral copulating couldn't be kept inside the aquarium. Because of his passionate thrashing, the water would overflow and soak all your furniture. But that was a problem you needed to deal with after the full moon.
I actually can! Since this is a monsterfucker blog, let's talk Great Hawk. He is such a sweetheart omg (I still love Eden the most, but Great Hawk is the perfect monster husband 🦅🤎)
[ m!harpy x fem!reader ]
content: nsfw, p in v, breeding
tw: abduction, non-con
Great Hawk has claimed you as his wife.
He did this a long time ago, when he saw you wandering the moor for the first time. As he soared above you, observing you, he felt that you belonged to him. That you were his present from the moor. A human. A beautiful mate.
His huge wings cover you every night, offering you warmth. You were scared of him at first, of course. Such an alien creature. But he was always gentle... in his own way. Bringing you shiny presents, food, branches, whatever a harpy could deem valuable. He patiently waited for you to ask him to fuck, to which he always replied: "Wife is ready to mate? Anything for you." He would make you scream and shudder in ecstasy as much as you wanted, as long as you let him pump his harpy seed into your womb. Nothing made him happier than making you happy.
But it wasn't always like this...
The first time you met, you were beaten and bruised, barely alive. You screamed when you saw his dark form against the bright sky. He landed next to you, cooing and chirping softly, but you were terrified, traumatized. You couldn't take it anymore.
The harpy stared at you with his huge eyes, curiously blinking. He touched your cut and bleeding shoulder with his huge hands, and then your nose, lacking a beak. He has never seen a human up close like this. Your beak was so soft. But he liked it.
"My... beautiful... wife... " he said before taking you in his arms and spreading his mighty wings. You yelled once he jumped high into the sky, taking you to his home. His nest.
The first night was hard for you. He barely used human tongue - he screeched, feral from lust, while ripping your clothes. But after seeing your tears, he stopped and pulled back, folding his wings. "No... I want to make wife... happy."
The wilderness in his eyes dimmed, but his erection stayed, throbbing, oozing. He nuzzled your face, clicking, calming you down. His talons scratched you as he gripped you to spread your legs. His beak was sharp against your belly, but his eating you out felt inexplicably divine. You've never felt a tongue like that one. You were still scared and tense, but he was eating your pussy out like a starved beast, and fairly quickly, you felt the coil of an orgasm pulsate inside your core. He felt it too... He stood up, spread his wings, and with a soft screech, pushed his phallus inside your hot insides.
"Wife feels so good..."
It hurt to accommodate such a long thing. It burned your insides when he claimed you, thrusting and screeching inhumanely. You cried, you begged him to stop. But this time, he couldn't. He had to take you now, he had to claim you, mark you, breed you.
The next morning, he gently helped you wash, he gave you food and a blanket to cover yourself. He knew he hurt you, and he couldn't look you in the eyes. He said nothing and let you recover on your own.
It took time to forgive him. It took time to trust him. He never took you violently like that again, like the first night. You learned to communicate with him, and he learned more human words. You told him what you liked and desired, and he would bring that to you.
Slowly, you became attracted to him, to his kindness, to his monstrousness, to his protectiveness. Even his cock was no longer too big or strange for you. You started desiring him, getting wet from just looking at him, basking or preening his mighty wings. You started asking for him to breed you, and he obediently fucked you every way you wanted, for as long as you wanted. Soon, you got addicted to this life and to your harpy husband.
Finally, one day, he gave you your freedom back.
You left. But you returned to him. And you left again. And you returned to him many times. And he would always greet you with a smile. "Welcome home, wife."
