#tail kink

[the-black-manor]

I need a tail and horns that are sensitive erogenous zones.

[diavolosthots]

I wrote something in this and I'm desperately debating on building on that idea

M!Reader below the F!Reader

TWs: nsfw, tail kink, mentions of his tail giving off pheromones

BARBATOS Masturbating to F!Reader

Barbatos doesn’t have time. He rarely has time for anything that’s not already on his schedule and what he himself plans. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? How someone who can control and manipulate time cannot take charge of his own schedule. But he swore it. He swore he wouldn’t use his powers freely, even when it is of utmost inconvenience for him. Days were charged with energy, every step perfectly calculated and laid out in such a way that it would never make his Master’s life troublesome. Barbatos tries to keep things for Diavolo as easy as possible, even if it doesn’t always look that way to Diavolo himself. Barbatos has heard it all; how he should take it easier on himself, have some patience for Diavolo, how he should take it easier on Diavolo… right to the young Master trying to give Barbatos the day, or days, off, but Barbatos always refused, ensuring him that taking care of him and watching the Devildom continue to thrive and expand under his rule, is the greatest pleasure and the greatest relaxation of all. Barbatos doesn’t worry about the future, because he knows Diavolo will do great things. He does, however, worry about the road it takes to get there. Worry that he allows only in rare moments to leave his mind in exchange for something, or rather someone, much more pleasant.

You.

It started with absentmindedly caressing his own skin with his gloved hand during meetings where he stood off to the side. His gloves are fine, light and warm to the touch and they’re exactly what his skin imagines yours to be like. You’re such a divine, interesting little human, and Barbatos dreams of corrupting your mind just as you corrupted his. His mind would wander ever so slight. His senses were still sharp enough to be aware of any immediate danger to the crown, but a part of him imagines you touching his arm, perhaps on one of the rare occasions he doesn’t wear his usual uniform. You’d be one of the few people he’d allow to see him so vulnerable, so unprofessional. You’d be allowed into his private life and he’d tell you all about the things he has dreamt of doing to you. In his mind, he can see the way your expressions change; first confusion, then shock, and then the slightest ounce of desire that he’d build upon. He’d crush you, quietly, silently, until the only thing left on your mind is him. “-- bring my tea?” but Diavolo’s voice cuts through and he quickly moves to pull up the cart, placing a cup in front of his Master and filling it before adding a little cookie to the side. “Of course, my Lord. I have prepared your favorite.” Sadly, he couldn’t finish that little fantasy.

The next time was when he gathered the little Ds around for their daily tasks, giving instructions and directions to keep the castle as spotless as everyone expects. He himself is tending to the garden today, planting some more of the young Lord’s favorite flowers and picking ripe Devildom fruits to assemble tonight’s dessert with. In that moment though, as he spoke to the little Ds and then sent them on their way, he wondered how well you would respond to his orders. Would you be obedient? Give him what he wants? Or would you be a challenge he enjoys breaking in? He hopes you’d show a little defiance, even if it’s just played. Barbatos bites his tongue, tail suddenly flicking behind him as he imagines slowly caressing you with it. His tail is slick, smooth, but not really wet: the perfect sensation on your sensitive skin. You’d moan out, maybe unwillingly so, but you’d crave his touch nonetheless. “Barbatos…” he could practically hear your voice reaching his ears, pleading with him to touch you further, inviting him in to explore every inch of skin you have to offer. Every dip, every curve, the roundness of your ass and fullness of your breasts… he’d imprint all of it in his mind. Well, he would, were it not for the loud crash a few doors down that pulled him back into reality. “Little D number three….” he mumbles under his breath, his signature smile gracing his face as he starts moving toward the noise, his tail slowly disappearing.

Noticing that he’s always pulled out of his thoughts of you, he has made it a point to just find moments for himself and take them as he pleases. Currently, food is cooking and it doesn’t need his attention right now… His mind is immediately on you, bending you over the counter by the oven, his hands keeping you pressed against the hard surface while his tail plunges into your tight cunt. It slides in so easily, so slick and wet with your juices, but still fills you well. The one side of his split tail would flip over your clit every once in a while, making sure to bring you closer and closer to the edge. He can almost see your face distorted in pleasure as he works on you, all while never actually using his hands. “Y-Your tail…!” you’d moan out, completely surprised and overwhelmed by the feeling. No man has ever touched you like this, not that they could’ve. Humans are so… dull in that sense. All they have is their hands whereas demons can give you pleasure beyond imagination. The smell of food reaches his nose and he uses one of his hands to push his growing erection down.

Quickly, he stirs and cuts some more food, adding it to the pot and then covering it again, letting it boil on its own. His tail is still out, slowly slithering up his own body and squeezing at his own neck. In his mind, you’re still bent over the counter top, waiting for him to finish up, and he lets out a low groan at the mental image. Barbatos looks around once, closing the door to the kitchen with one swift move of his wrist: magic. His hand moves to unbutton his pants, conjuring up the image of you in his mind again. He has to take this chance now, not knowing when he will get a chance again. “Do you like it, (Y/N)? How my tail caresses over your body, finding every sensitive spot and how it teases your nerves, causing endless stings of pleasure?” he chuckles to himself at the words; of course you’d enjoy it. Barbatos would blow your small human mind with the things he could do to you.

Using the split ends of his tail, he uses them to spread your dripping cunt. The sweet aroma of arousal would reach his nostrils and he wonders for a moment if he could ever cook up something that would intensify your scent. “Barbatos, please… I need to be filled. “ oh, and he would indulge in your request just this one. After all, he would need to go back to work sooner rather than later. His tail would enter you again, pushing in and curling itself when he reaches your cervix, successfully bulging in your lower abdomen. “You look good, (Y/N).” he’s praise, moving a hand to your lower abdomen to feel himself while beginning to stroke his length.

Demons have a natural desire to fill, to conquer and claim every inch of the one they’re interested in and for a while, the one Barbatos has been interested in has been you. Oh sweet little (Y/N)... do you know what this means? Barbatos groans, thrusting into his gloved hand, imagining it to be yours as you try to get him off. He’s not as large as some other demons in the castle, but he’s still bigger than most demons and thick, pulsing veins decorate his shaft, almost as if it’s constantly pumping something through the organ, even when flaccid. In a sense, he does. Barbatos always has something ready to pump into someone, he needs very little stimulation to actually orgasm and the only thing keeping him from cumming too quickly is his own self restraint and centuries of training. Still, the sight of your glistening cunt in his mind which is swallowing his tail up, clenching with every movement, is almost enough to let go of his essence.

“You take it so well, (Y/N)... I would love to fill you up with it more often.” but instead, he pulls back out, slithering around to your front to flick over your clit quickly. His own stroking becomes more erratic, grip on his cock tight as precum starts leaking out of his tip. He almost hisses at the sensation of his own wetness; it has simply been too long since he got himself off. His main goal is to cum together with you now, to see you come undone right in front of him as he is supposed to work and all the while the door isn’t fully closed. Anyone could waltz right in, but you’d be too lost in pleasure to notice. His tail would send you to new heights, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. His pheromones would coat you and mix with yours through the slick on his tail, making your clit almost feel as if it were on fire and in a sense, it really would be burning; burning with need. Barbatos has a slight advantage to other demons in that regard and he silently prides himself in the fact that his tail alone could drive someone insane.

His thumb strokes over the tip of his cock quickly, his balls tightening in anticipation. He wasn’t ever the loudest, not really, but in his mind, your tight little hole is tightening around nothing and begging for attention. Your own legs would shake with the orgasm that was caused by his tail and he'd quickly move it to leave your clit and spread your hole wide apart for him instead. In that moment, his gaze would focus on your wet cunt, watching as your cervix convulses around nothing, thinking your orgasm was triggered to properly mate. He’d groan loudly at the sight before absolutely spilling his seed, shooting straight for your spread hole. Most of it would land inside, all while his cock never actually was inside, and he knows that would drive you wild. “There…” he’d breathe out, completely spent and satisfied at having gotten you off. You’d breathe heavily, wiggling your ass at him to get some more of him and he would think about how he’d indulge in you next, cock already hard again and then-

“Ouch!” Barbatos hisses, feeling the hot liquid of the soup spill over and onto his gloved hand. The water is hot, laced with spices and not at all good for skin contact right now. Barbatos could feel the burning sensation creeping up his arm and he wonders for a moment how far gone he is for you when something like this happens. He isn’t pleased with himself at all, quickly moving to push his cock back in his pants and then start cleaning the kitchen. The soup has dripped to the floor and when Barbatos turns, he sees the cum covered counter and drawers right beneath. It instills nervousness in his chest; he needs to get this under control before it gets out of hand and he sees himself forced to kidnap you; not really unheard of by demons. But the Demon Lord requires sustenance, the castle needs to be checked for flaws and the little Ds need new tasks…

A new fantasy to indulge in, starring you, will have to wait, because Barbatos doesn’t have time.

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BABRATOS masturbating to M!Reader

Barbatos doesn’t have time. He rarely has time for anything that’s not already on his schedule and what he himself plans. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? How someone who can control and manipulate time cannot take charge of his own schedule. But he swore it. He swore he wouldn’t use his powers freely, even when it is of utmost inconvenience for him. Days were charged with energy, every step perfectly calculated and laid out in such a way that it would never make his Master’s life troublesome. Barbatos tries to keep things for Diavolo as easy as possible, even if it doesn’t always look that way to Diavolo himself. Barbatos has heard it all; how he should take it easier on himself, have some patience for Diavolo, how he should take it easier on Diavolo… right to the young Master trying to give Barbatos the day, or days, off, but Barbatos always refused, ensuring him that taking care of him and watching the Devildom continue to thrive and expand under his rule, is the greatest pleasure and the greatest relaxation of all. Barbatos doesn’t worry about the future, because he knows Diavolo will do great things. He does, however, worry about the road it takes to get there. Worry that he allows only in rare moments to leave his mind in exchange for something, or rather someone, much more pleasant.

You.

It started with absentmindedly caressing his own skin with his gloved hand during meetings where he stood off to the side. His gloves are fine, light and warm to the touch and they’re exactly what his skin imagines yours to be like. You’re such a divine, interesting little human, and Barbatos dreams of corrupting your mind just as you corrupted his. His mind would wander ever so slight. His senses were still sharp enough to be aware of any immediate danger to the crown, but a part of him imagines you touching his arm, perhaps on one of the rare occasions he doesn’t wear his usual uniform. You’d be one of the few people he’d allow to see him so vulnerable, so unprofessional. You’d be allowed into his private life and he’d tell you all about the things he has dreamt of doing to you. In his mind, he can see the way your expressions change; first confusion, then shock, and then the slightest ounce of desire that he’d build upon. He’d crush you, quietly, silently, until the only thing left on your mind is him. “-- bring my tea?” but Diavolo’s voice cuts through and he quickly moves to pull up the cart, placing a cup in front of his Master and filling it before adding a little cookie to the side. “Of course, my Lord. I have prepared your favorite.” Sadly, he couldn’t finish that little fantasy.

The next time was when he gathered the little Ds around for their daily tasks, giving instructions and directions to keep the castle as spotless as everyone expects. He himself is tending to the garden today, planting some more of the young Lord’s favorite flowers and picking ripe Devildom fruits to assemble tonight’s dessert with. In that moment though, as he spoke to the little Ds and then sent them on their way, he wondered how well you would respond to his orders. Would you be obedient? Give him what he wants? Or would you be a challenge he enjoys breaking in? He hopes you’d show a little defiance, even if it’s just played. Barbatos bites his tongue, tail suddenly flicking behind him as he imagines slowly caressing you with it. His tail is slick, smooth, but not really wet: the perfect sensation on your sensitive skin. You’d moan out, maybe unwillingly so, but you’d crave his touch nonetheless. “Barbatos…” he could practically hear your voice reaching his ears, pleading with him to touch you further, inviting him in to explore every inch of skin you have to offer. Every dip, every muscle, the roundness of your ass and the build of your chest… he’d imprint all of it in his mind. Well, he would, were it not for the loud crash a few doors down that pulled him back into reality. “Little D number three….” he mumbles under his breath, his signature smile gracing his face as he starts moving toward the noise, his tail slowly disappearing.

Noticing that he’s always pulled out of his thoughts of you, he has made it a point to just find moments for himself and take them as he pleases. Currently, food is cooking and it doesn’t need his attention right now… His mind is immediately on you, bending you over the counter by the oven, his hands keeping you pressed against the hard surface while his tail plunges into your tight hole. It slides in so easily, so slick and you’re so willing, but still fills you well. The one side of his split tail would flip over your balls every once in a while, making sure to bring you closer and closer to the edge. He can almost see your face distorted in pleasure as he works on you, all while never actually using his hands. “Y-Your tail…!” you’d moan out, completely surprised and overwhelmed by the feeling. No man has ever touched you like this, not that they could’ve. Humans are so… dull in that sense. All they have is their hands whereas demons can give you pleasure beyond imagination. The smell of food reaches his nose and he uses one of his hands to push his growing erection down.

Quickly, he stirs and cuts some more food, adding it to the pot and then covering it again, letting it boil on its own. His tail is still out, slowly slithering up his own body and squeezing at his own neck. In his mind, you’re still bent over the counter top, waiting for him to finish up, and he lets out a low groan at the mental image. Barbatos looks around once, closing the door to the kitchen with one swift move of his wrist: magic. His hand moves to unbutton his pants, conjuring up the image of you in his mind again. He has to take this chance now, not knowing when he will get a chance again. “Do you like it, (Y/N)? How my tail caresses over your body, finding every sensitive spot and how it teases your nerves, causing endless stings of pleasure?” he chuckles to himself at the words; of course you’d enjoy it. Barbatos would blow your small human mind with the things he could do to you.

Using the split ends of his tail, he uses them to spread your eager hole. The sweet aroma of arousal would reach his nostrils and he wonders for a moment if he could ever cook up something that would intensify your scent. “Barbatos, please… I need to be filled. “ oh, and he would indulge in your request just this one. After all, he would need to go back to work sooner rather than later. His tail would enter you again, pushing in and curling itself, successfully bulging in your lower abdomen. “You look good, (Y/N).” he’s praise, moving a hand to your lower abdomen to feel himself while beginning to stroke his length.

Demons have a natural desire to fill, to conquer and claim every inch of the one they’re interested in and for a while, the one Barbatos has been interested in has been you. Oh sweet little (Y/N)... do you know what this means? Barbatos groans, thrusting into his gloved hand, imagining it to be yours as you try to get him off. He’s not as large as some other demons in the castle, but he’s still bigger than most demons and thick, pulsing veins decorate his shaft, almost as if it’s constantly pumping something through the organ, even when flaccid. In a sense, he does. Barbatos always has something ready to pump into someone, he needs very little stimulation to actually orgasm and the only thing keeping him from cumming too quickly is his own self restraint and centuries of training. Still, the sight of your glistening cock, precum running down your own shaft and your tight hole, which is swallowing his tail up, clenching with every movement, is almost enough to let go of his essence.

“You take it so well, (Y/N)... I would love to fill you up with it more often.” but instead, he pulls back out, slithering around to your front, wrapping the slick tail around your shaft with swift strokes. His own stroking becomes more erratic, grip on his cock tight as precum starts leaking out of his tip. He almost hisses at the sensation of his own wetness; it has simply been too long since he got himself off. His main goal is to cum together with you now, to see you come undone right in front of him as he is supposed to work and all the while the door isn’t fully closed. Anyone could waltz right in, but you’d be too lost in pleasure to notice. His tail would send you to new heights, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. His pheromones would coat you and mix with yours through the slick on his tail, making your tip almost feel as if it were on fire and in a sense, it really would be burning; burning with need. Barbatos has a slight advantage to other demons in that regard and he silently prides himself in the fact that his tail alone could drive someone insane.

His thumb strokes over the tip of his cock quickly, his balls tightening in anticipation. He wasn’t ever the loudest, not really, but in his mind, your tight little hole is tightening around nothing and begging for attention. Your own legs would shake with the orgasm that was caused by his tail and he'd quickly move it to leave your needy cock and spread your hole wide apart for him instead. In that moment, his gaze would focus on your eager hole, watching as your walls convulse around nothing, thinking your orgasm was triggered to properly mate. He’d groan loudly at the sight before absolutely spilling his seed, shooting straight for your spread hole. Most of it would land inside, all while his cock never actually was inside, and he knows that would drive you wild. “There…” he’d breathe out, completely spent and satisfied at having gotten you off. You’d breathe heavily, wiggling your ass at him to get some more of him and he would think about how he’d indulge in you next, cock already hard again and then-

“Ouch!” Barbatos hisses, feeling the hot liquid of the soup spill over and onto his gloved hand. The water is hot, laced with spices and not at all good for skin contact right now. Barbatos could feel the burning sensation creeping up his arm and he wonders for a moment how far gone he is for you when something like this happens. He isn’t pleased with himself at all, quickly moving to push his cock back in his pants and then start cleaning the kitchen. The soup has dripped to the floor and when Barbatos turns, he sees the cum covered counter and drawers right beneath. It instills nervousness in his chest; he needs to get this under control before it gets out of hand and he sees himself forced to kidnap you; not really unheard of by demons. But the Demon Lord requires sustenance, the castle needs to be checked for flaws and the little Ds need new tasks…

A new fantasy to indulge in, starring you, will have to wait, because Barbatos doesn’t have time.

[princetemperance]

Bunny boys are sooo cute!!

With sensitive fluffy tails! That wiggle when you smack their ass. Pull on it and he makes such cute noises!

Then there’s the soft floppy ears! So adorable how he moans when you pet them. And they are perfect to pull on to force your cock down his throat! Making him cry

Anyways u should toy with and fuck your local bunny boy today ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[andourbodieswantmore]

I need a big, fat, heavy tail that makes it harder to walk, knocks things over when I swish it, and makes a loud THUMP when it hits the ground

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

I love this couple so much!! This is such a great idea too!

Destroy Dick December: Leviathan and Barbatos, overstim, tail kink/fucking,

You help Levi wrap his tail around Barbie’s cocks, adding lube to avoid any discomfort. Barbatos didn’t need help, he was used to using his tail to grab things and was able to individually grab Leviathan’s cocks and pump them.

Levi let out a whimper, tail tightening around Barbatos’ cocks and pumping them quickly, only for toy to stop him. “Not too fast Levi, try to match Barbs pace.” You said quietly. Barbatos’ tail picked up speed suddenly, Levi gave a strangled moan and jerked his hips up, his cocks throbbing and cum landing on his stomach.

Barbie slowed his tail down only for you to order him to keep going. Levi whimpered, squirming and his tail tightening involuntarily, making Barbatos hiss. You grabbed one of Barbatos’ cocks and pumped it to help Levi, in no time you had Barbs squirming and moaning, his cocks gave a few throbs before they painted his stomach white, leaving him shaking.

You had to use your pacts to make them both continue, they let out a few pathetic whines and tried to jerk away from the contact. Their cum allowed their tails to move faster, Levi ended up crying, hips shaking as he tried to steady himself. Barbatos hissed, pulling Levi close and giving him a kiss. You grinned to yourself, watching them cum onto each other this time, you doubt Barbatos had planned that but they were both excited.

Levi leaned a little too far over, falling on top of Barbatos, both let out a hiss, their tails still still moving under your order, you debated if they could continue but you noticed Levi was crying, so you decided let them take a break. You didn’t even get to say anything before you heard Levi snoring. Barbatos was barely able to sit up, his tail curled up close to himself and Levi, he glanced over to you. “Was the show good?” He half laughed out.

You sat next to him, giving Levi a quick kiss before giving Barbs a kiss. You grinned into the kiss and snuck a hand down, teasingly dragging your hand over his cocks and quietly laughing when he jerked away from your touch.

[drades-lair]

Tail

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Straz

Evening sunk into the small random town in Envy, fresh off a good meal of pizza and beer Striker and Chaz were having a heavy make out session on the queen-sized bed. Striker was propped up against the headboard with Chaz laying along him, hands lazily exploring one another’s half naked bodies when Chaz pulled from the casual kiss.

“What’s up fishy?” Striker wondered.

“I was wondering, could I touch your tail tonight?” Chaz asked in turn.

“Huh? My tail?” Striker asked in surprise with a reflexive rattle.

“Yeah, I know it’s a little personal…but we’ve been doing this for a while now and I was wondering if you’d be comfortable with me touching it,” Chaz explained.

“I…suppose Yer right…” Striker hesitantly agreed.

“We don’t have too, I thought I’d ask though because we have been having sex for so long,” Chaz assured Striker upon noticing the imp’s hesitation.

“Nah, yer right,” Striker instantly shot back suddenly filled with renewed confidence as he slithered his tail between them with a soft rattle. Chaz beamed with excitement, but he stayed calm in order not to risk Striker changing his mind.

Chaz watched as Striker’s tail coiled loosely around his wrist prompting him to gently caress along the smoothness of the imp’s tail. Striker didn’t have a massive reaction to the initial touches however the more Chaz explored the long, smooth appendage the more of a reaction Chaz received. Sitting back on his heels Chaz slid the fingers of his free hand over the flat expanse of Striker’s spade earning him a soft rattle in return, the shark had come to learn not all Striker’s rattling noises were aggressive or signs of irritation instead they could be for excitement or a sign of approval particularly during sex. Watching Striker carefully Chaz slid his hand further up the imp’s tail allowing him to wrap around his arm, exploring the imp’s first tail spine he came across by running his fingers along it. Striker’s tail spines were flexible yet still hard enough to do damage should he wish to use them as weapons or if someone was stupid enough to grab them, to Chaz they reminded him of the fins on sharks’ backs including his own. Striker kept his eyes on Chaz as the shark worked his way up the imp’s tail, biting his bottom lip when Chaz played around the bases of his spines which in themselves had no feeling however where spine met skin was sensitive to touch. Chaz planted a hand on the mattress on the opposite side of Striker allowing him to lean over the imp once more and allowed him to slide his hand underneath Striker’s body to where his tail protruded from his jeans, experimenting with pressure as well as placement to see what got Striker going. Without a belt Striker’s jeans were loose enough for Chaz to slide his hand down the back where he slid Striker’s tail between his fingers, applied a little pressure then rubbed shallowly and that resulted in the biggest reaction from Striker including a deep moan, tail rattling with excitement while his back arched slightly.

“F-Fuck! Chaz! Do that again!” Striker urged.

“Ha-ha, your wish is my command,” Chaz giggled as he continued the motion.

Striker continued to moan into a deep growl, reaching up to grab Chaz’s face to pull the shark into a deep kiss. The kiss was all tongue with teeth, Striker’s hand pulling incessantly yet gently at Chaz’s hair while he groaned into the shark’s mouth with his hips starting to roll into the open air. Chaz shifted slightly to place his knee between Striker’s thighs, returning the kiss as his eager partner started grinding against his knee in time with the shark’s rubbing at the base of Striker’s tail. It was always a delight for Chaz when he could get Striker all riled up like this, pulling deep growls and grunts from the imp while he got all aggressive. Once Chaz could clearly feel Striker’s arousal against his knee the shark stopped his administrations allowing Striker a moment to breath, pulling from the rough kiss they’d been sharing that had even managed to draw some blood.

“Ready for a ride?” Striker drawled so low it made Chaz nearly cream his pants instantly.

Swallowing hard around the lump in his throat Chaz nodded his confirmation then proceeded to sit back on his heels again, undoing his pants while Striker undid his own. A few awkward moments later both had managed to shuck off their underwear and pants to the floor allowing Chaz to straddle Striker’s hips with the imp’s cock rubbing against his ass.

“Need some lube?” Striker asked, massaging his claws along Chaz’s thighs.

“Yeah…probably,” Chaz confirmed starting to pant softly as his cocks began to leak precum at the tips.

“Alright, want me too do it or you?” Striker inquired using his tail to retrieve the lube bottle from the bedside table.

“I can do it,” Chaz stated accepting the bottle from Striker.

“Okay, tell me when Yer ready,” Striker encouraged.

Chaz applied a healthy amount of lube to his fingers then planted a hand on Striker’s chest to help him balance as he reached behind himself to start prepping. Striker continued to massage Chaz’s thighs, lightly raking his claws over the shark’s skin while eyeing his cocks until he couldn’t resist touching them. Gently Striker wrapped a hand around the base of one cock, caressing upwards to the crown where he lingered, flicking the prince albert piercing with his pointer finger eliciting a deep moan from Chaz.

“Ready?” Striker checked.

“Y-yes…” Chaz confirmed in a breathy tone, pulling his fingers free of himself to plant both hands on Striker’s chest allowing him to lift his hips a little more. Striker reached down to help align Chaz’s hole with his cock prompting the shark to start lowering himself onto it. Chaz groaned upon bottoming out on Striker’s cock, hands clenching slightly on Striker’s chest and teeth gritting slightly as he adjusted to Striker’s barbs.

“Sshh…easy darlin’,” Striker eased, caressing his hands up the shark’s sides then down over his thighs again.

“I’m good…I’m…good…” Chaz assured the imp.

After a few minutes Chaz tried a hip roll then another and another until he started up a rhythm that Striker met with his own thrusts. Chaz wasn’t the best at riding cock, his long lanky limbs made it awkward for him to keep pace especially when with a partner who was shorter than him. After a while Chaz’s thighs started to shake from the effort a fact not lost on Striker as he reached up to pull Chaz down, claws wrapping around the shark’s ass as he started pounding into him causing Chaz’s cocks to rub against Striker’s stomach. Moments later the duo stiffened with a pair of guttural groans, Chaz’s cum spilling between them while Striker filled the shark before going limp with Chaz sprawled atop Striker. The duo lay together until Striker was able to pull out of Chaz however as he tried to shove the shark off Chaz refused to move, pouting with a disapproving whimper as he wrapped his arms around the imp’s torso. Too tired to argue with his partner Striker rolled his eyes, conceding that they were not cleaning up until tomorrow.     

[tawneybel]

Imagine Stiles becoming a kanima. You tease him and ask if that means he’s just going to play with himself twice as much now. As you turn to depart, a scaled tail wraps itself around your waist.

“Maybe you could lend a hand? Or two?”

[koumine]

There's a tag in ao3 called "tail sex", don't ask me how i found out

Then, because im a curious little shit, i went to see what fandom has more works with it because i like to scare myself. I was expecting something like boku no hero, that's known for its weird shit. BUT NO

The fandom with most works under the tag tail sex is obey me, and i think thats fucking legendary.

My reaction was a spittake and saying in that screaming whisper voice those horny fucks, but i think its justified

Love, ☂️

oh my fucking god of course it's us horny fucks lmao

I bet most of the fics are about Levi also hehehehe