Imagine how fast your heartbeat would go when you recognize him right on your doorstep. You look to the sides, expecting somebody to jump and help, or maybe the complete opposite. You don't know what you are feeling, your whole body is frozen in place while he smiles at you. The smile that you find so charming at the restaurant looks way too creepy in the dark of the night while he stares at you.
The only thing that you can see in the barely lit street is the glint of his fangs, the way his nostrils breathe smoke out while he tilts his head to the side. He looks as handsome as ever, wearing a tux like he always does, but this time it complements the red of his scales almost perfectly. Not that you can care much about that right now, not when his smile grows bigger. He looks dangerous. Your lizard brain is telling you to run, but you can't do anything.
His hand is outstretched in your direction, like he's waiting for you to say something, to move, to grab it... But you can even breathe properly. Your heartbeat is going too fast. Your head is getting a bit dizzy. There's a numbness spreading through your body.
And everything goes dark.
You wake up in an unknown place, everything is soft-lighted and there're so many pillows and soft fabrics that it feels like a cloud. You look around, trying to decipher where you are. That's definitely not your house. You look around until you spot him, a big smile in his predatory face, and his hand outstretched towards you again. His voice is soft when he speaks: "Don't worry, love. I'll take care of you. You'll never wish for anything. I'll give you the world."
monster mouth madness!
mouth commissions from 2022 (and I think there might be a few older ones in there)
you'd think I'd have run out of ideas by now, but you'd be wrong.
(psst you can commission your own over here)
cw: fluff. suggestive a teeny tiny bit. self indulgent. could have continued forever. i might just.
it’s always warm and cosy in the fire lord’s private chambers. red silk sheets rest languidly on your waist as you lay bare on his chest. his arms, thick and solid, are loose at your back but you know how quick they’d tense if anyone was to storm in here.
but they wouldn’t. with it being a little after midnight, all of zuko’s fire lord duties are over and your duties being an earthbender in ba sing se continuing sometime midday, it feels like you have forever in his arms.
the air still smells of sweaty hot sex, which you just enjoyed a few moments ago with a mix of petrichor. warm, comforting and grounding.
you rest your head in your palm, your elbow digging into his cotton mattress and zuko’s honey amber eyes only drift to your exposed chest for a second, okay two, then he meets yours.
“hm? why’re you looking at me?” he rubs up at down your back soothingly and you sigh wistfully.
you brush his long onyx hair off his pectoral, out of his face and behind his ear to reveal his scarred eye. the sight of his complete face. pouty lips, glowing eyes. stupidly straight jaw and slightly crooked nose (apparently he broke it once as a child). it all makes you want to kick your feet in the air and giggle. but you hold it together, you’re a lady somewhat. eh, not really.
“it’s my granny’s birthday this weekend,” you drawl, looping your finger around a lock of his hair. you hold it straight underneath your nose like a moustache just so you can see his eyes quirk in amusement.
“i thought your grandparents were dead?” he asks, robust yet tender like the flames he uses to reheat your cold teas.
you let go of his hair, slapping his arm lightly.
“my blood grandparents, yes. i’m talking about my granny! she’s looked after everybody since we were babies. i’ve never known life without her.”
zuko hums, listening and unmoving.
“how old is she turning?”
“one hundred and eighteen. impressive, right?”
zuko pouts at you out of habit. just because you’re so close and he’s right there. you meet his lips in a wet smack, stretching your leg to rest over his lower stomach.
“you want me to come to her birthday i’m assuming?” he cocks his head slightly, picking an eyelash off your cheek.
that bluntness, the obvious statement now held between you both, makes you horribly shy. instead of his eyes, you’re looking at his nose. grumbling to yourself.
having a relationship with the fire lord, whilst you were a earthbender (one of the best, might you add!) from one of the smallest tribes wasn’t the easiest. for one, you knew the fire council wasn’t the most supportive with wanting fire royalty to stay firebenders, your dates would occasionally come with an entourage of help and your schedules often proved difficult to line up.
though you and zuko made it work, which lead you to the next stage. introducing him to your tribe.
“everyone’s inviting their boyfriends. a few have some from different tribes and kingdoms!” you draw your finger along his hard chest making incoherent shapes, missing out the clear fact that none of them are royalty, however. it’s a slow whisper, “i want you to be there too.”
your hand is snatched from his chest, curled into a fist and your knuckles are pressed against his lips. the eye contact alone gets your stomach swirling with lust. your leg hitches higher on his chest.
“i’ll be there. for sure.”
your smile could light up the night sky. could rule the tide and guide boats home. zuko finds it difficult to say no to you, especially when all your wants and asks are pretty much within his means. besides getting you a flying bison. he still hasn’t broken the news that it’s not likely you can have one since neither of you are airbenders. anyway.
but to you, as much as you love the luxuries his life can provide, you don’t see him as the royal fire lord. you treat him casually, like his friends do and at this earth tribe party, his only title will be yours. it’s times when you try to demand him to return back to bed in the morning that will always drive him crazy. these aren’t dynamics that are supposed to work, but they do.
“okay,” you roll your lips in, then out before flinging your whole body onto him in an embrace. it’s easy. how his arms circle around your smaller frame, your face tucking into his neck to place a kiss and how his gravely chuckle jumps out of him.
“okay, okay,” he squeezes your asscheek playfully, “what does your granny like? i can go down to the market and get her a few things.”
“you don’t need to get a gift, zu. i’m making her a bracelet that can be from the both of us.”
zuko’s grin doesn’t let up. the idea that even though he is your boyfriend, he will turn up empty handed and name your gift as his?
“sweet, but i’m not doing that. heavens forbid.”
you roll your eyes but lay your lips over his in a kiss which only turns into him pushing you onto your back into his bed and opening your legs so he can slot between them.
on the day of your granny’s birthday, you meet zuko without his entourage outside of your home.
“hello baby.”
you pause for half a second before resuming your pace. that doesn’t last long until you’re jogging up to meet zuko, just to look at him closer and faster.
“hi! you look adorable,” you coo and he doesn’t swat away your fluttering hand. he lets you cup his cheek, your eyes gazing all the way down his body.
he’s still in fire nation robes, but civilian ones. he stands before you, in your kingdom, sans a crown or any golden jewellery, his armour off. just burgundy trousers, black boots, a classic grey long sleeve undershirt and a maroon tunic on top. you know the fire insignia will be sewn on the inside of the sleeves if you had a look. the gold thread on the collar and ends of his undershirt are the only signs of wealth and quality. aside from that, he appears to just be your firebending boyfriend, going to an elder’s birthday.
zuko’s got his hair all up in a bun, one he’s embarrassed to have attempted numerous times to get perfect, so you looking at him with gooey eyes causes him to puff out his chest in pride. he lets a few hairs frame his face and like always, you tuck the side that covers his scarred eye behind his ear. the one thing that will always make it difficult to not mistake him for being the fire lord.
you’re too engrossed in his appearance to notice the wooden box he’s holding, about the width of his chest and four inches outwards.
“you look beautiful,” he hums, bending down to meet your face, “kiss me hello, princess.”
“thank you, kind sir,” you play, slinking your arms around his neck as he adjusts to hold the box on one hip.
outside your quiet apartment, zuko slips his tongue into your mouth, pulling you to him with a bare hand on the sliver of skin exposed from your sage bandeau and loose brown linen trousers. he grunts into the kiss, feeling the rumble of his large body with your hand on his chest.
“i’m so nervous for this,” he whispers against your lips, pulling you back in by sucking your tongue. you don’t have to reply before you’re practically moaning into his mouth, careful not to mess up his bun with the desperate need to rake your fingers over his scalp.
you manage to pull away, slightly breathless, “no, you don’t have to be! i’ve told everyone i’m bringing someone.”
he drops his head to your shoulder with a sigh, “but do they know it’s me?”
you smile, just a tiny one, “they’ve never met you.”
he growls into your neck, “you know what i’m asking.”
“do they know you’re the great and powerful fire lord?” he pokes your side and you yelp in a giggle, “two of my friends know of you. but nobody knows you but me.”
zuko lifts his head.
“nobody knows zuko, my zuko.”
he exhales, rubs his hand down his face.
“if i love you, so will everyone else,” you comfort, taking his hand in yours to start walking to the party, “now what’s in the box?”
the only people that mention zuko being the fire lord are a group of your little cousins who run circles around him, pulling at his maroon garments to get his attention.
there’s three of them— all missing teeth, holding stones to practice earthbending and full of questions for your boyfriend.
“are you the fire lord? you look like him!”
“no. he doesn’t have the crown.”
“but he’s only got one eyebrow,” your cousin points to their own eyebrows, “see, we have two.”
“is it true you know the avatar?”
“can i see some fire tricks? i can show you my earthbending!” complete with your cousin throwing her rocks in the air and them all plopping onto the ground with a clonk.
“zuko can talk to you all later about firebending. now where’s great granny?”
amongst all the balloons, banners and food, you follow the little fingers to the back where there is a stone stool, covered in forest coloured cushions and orange flowers. your granny is seated right in the middle, surrounded the older members of the tribe and all your agemates.
zuko smiles at the kids, lays his palm out in front of him to show off a quick small burst of fire. they all release a chorus of wows. “i’ll show you later if my lady here lets me.”
you roll your eyes, grabbing his heated palm as the kids squeal, “c’mon!”
zuko’s grip gets tighter when you near your family. all in multiple different shades of mossy green to honey yellows with the earth insignia at the sleeves.
“happy birthday granny!” you squeal, letting go of zuko to kiss your granny’s wrinkled yet soft cheek and hold her calloused hands. “are you enjoying your day?”
“my dear, i’m happy to see you’ve made it,” she squeezes your fingertips, crinkled eyes squinting up at you. there’s screams of kids in the background, the teens playing further back and your siblings chatting at one of the tables. but in the presence of your granny, your world stills, listening to every word she says.
“of course!” then you gesture zuko to come forward. he does cautiously, bowing lightly to your granny, the woman who’s taken part in raising you your whole life. “this is zuko,” then you giggle girlishly, “i think he’s the love of my life.”
you tell zuko this often, without the i think at the beginning. wrapped in his arms in bed, sugar dusted confessions beneath the sheets or when you take walks along the ocean at midnight. a few times it’s slipped out when he served you plates of food in front of his friends and every single time, he ends up with cheeks as red as his clothes.
“is it now? let me see this boy.”
zuko takes that as his turn to talk, hoping the sweat along his brow isn’t reflecting in the sun, “hello granny. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
the smile your granny had for you falls, eyeing down the man you brought with you. you watch as she runs her eyes over his clothing, the golden stitching of his undershirt, his new freshly ironed robes. then his eye, the raised reddened skin around it.
“is this the fire lord?” she asks you and zuko’s wide pupils bounce to yours.
“that’s just his day job—,”
“do you love my child?” she presses, her attention back on zuko.
even you can’t judge where she’s going with this, your posture straightening as you await zuko’s answer, like there’s a possibility he will deny you in front of everyone you love.
it seems to be the easiest question of the day as zuko, still holding his gift, nods. “of course, with my whole heart. the easiest thing i’ve ever done.”
“awe,” you whisper and zuko grabs your hand with an ease unlike before.
one of your (rather annoying) aunties butt in, arms folded, seizing up the fire lord. “yn is one of our most beautiful women.”
“yn’s beauty is the least interesting thing about her.”
it’s as if the whole tribe goes silent, not quite understanding what zuko means. though here you see the qualities of the fire lord rise to the surface with the speed of a wildfire.
he stands tall, straight, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.
your granny squints with questioning, while your aunties gather with furrowed brows.
“yn is strong, kind and an intellectual. strong with her bending, strong in her willpower, strong to handle everything life throws at her and still stays by me day after day. the kindest human i’ve ever met. i’ve never seen her think about herself first and she’s shown me love in a way i’ve missed my whole life.” he kisses your palm, “checks for my wounds, offers to manage my accounts. then the smartest smartest person. proves me wrong daily, knows the most random facts and could rule a kingdom if she wanted. though she’d never admit it.”
you swat his arm at that, shyly looking to the ground, “stop zu!”
he laughs, his amber eyes are the softest they’ve ever been. he looks nothing like the fire lord who sits on his throne with the layers of robes and heavy golden jewellery. here he looks like a local boy from another nation, convincing his family he’s made for you.
“but also yes, yn is beautiful. i knew from the day i saw her that i’d love her.”
there’s a range of emotions on the members of your tribe. some with watery eyes, others with gleeful smiles. a few in awe, at the fire lord so effortlessly baring his soul for you in front of everyone who loves you.
“hm,” your granny huffs but you don’t miss the crescent moon smiles in her eyes, “you’d look good in green. yn you must have a shawl you can give him. a scarf?”
a peace offering. you chuckle, nodding unable to take your eyes off zuko, “yes i can, if he wants?”
earth nation robes reminds zuko of a specific period of his youth. he did look good in them. “sure. a shade that goes with the red.”
“also, i got this as a gift for you,” zuko bows when he hands the box to your granny, lightly settling it on her lap.
your granny loves a gift, a fact you didn’t mention to zuko because you knew it would only stress him out more. “oh! you didn’t have to, my boy.”
zuko glances over at you, in shock already. my boy? you shrug playfully.
“delicacies from my kingdom.”
the wooden chest is opened to find cheeses, fruits and chocolate over green fabric. some foods you’ve yet to even try. you point to a chocolate in the corner, white chocolate stripes over a block of milk chocolate.
“that one looks tasty!”
but you’re forgotten as your granny takes zuko’s hand with a greedy smile, you’re wondering if your boyfriend is about to get poached. “what a thoughtful gift. i will be trying these all.”
“everyone loves you here,” you whisper to him as you drunkenly sway to the music your family members play in the distance. “almost as much as i do.”
after practically sharing zuko with every mother, father, auntie, uncle, cousin and your granny who even told your boyfriend to pull up a chair after dinner to talk, finally they’ve given him back to you.
all in one green and red piece.
he’s only had a few drinks, nothing close to how many you’ve thrown back but with your tribe, you’ve always been able to relax. for zuko, it’s the first time he’s ever seen you so… yourself in public.
you’re not overthinking every comment you make. your laughs are booming, not covering your mouth. you also inhale all the food on the tables, swearing it’s better than anything he’s ever tasted because your tribe made it.
you’ve danced with every family member, dragged him away from your cousins when he had to answer his twentieth question about the avatar but just as you get him, your teen cousins ask him to spar. this time you fold your arms in front of zuko, protecting him from their weedy selves, “he’s here for granny and me! not to fight you!”
“sorry, have to listen to the misses here.” he pipes up.
so in zuko’s arms, away from your tribe, you appreciate the reprieve they give.
“how about i give up being the fire lord and just become your husband here?” he chuckles, kissing your forehead as he sways you to the music. zuko’s hands appropriately stay on your hips, despite the desperate want to grope you just a little.
you stare at him with wet round eyes, bottom lip jutted out, “don’t tempt me and you better not be proposing to me here.”
you’re pretty with the candle lights surrounding you, braided hair dancing to the opposite way of your hips. there’s even a daffodil tucked into a braid by an auntie earlier. the more you’ve drunk, zuko’s been on watch that your skirt is still facing the correct way and your bandeau isn’t revealing too much cleavage that you’d usually allow. every clothing adjustment attempt zuko’s made has been met with a deviant smirk from you.
you’re about to kiss him, yank his hair out of his bun and have his gorgeous locks flow all around his face. instead you have to throw up a wall of dirt when a little cousin comes zooming to your feet. “go back to auntie! zuko’s mine now.”
there’s a loud whine when the kid spins around, pottering back off.
“i’m not proposing to you now. you’ll know when i’m proposing to you.” he hums, kissing your cheek, pulling you tight to his chest. he inhales your hair like he always does, peppermint and wafts of orange.
“okay. not now though, i’m not ready yet,” you tell him firmly and zuko’s smile stays put. he nods in understanding. “i loved your little speech earlier.”
his cheeks beam a berry red, looking away from your piercing gaze. you look like you want to eat him in one gulp whilst simultaneously take your time with him.
“just wanted everyone to know i am serious about you and you know, despite my title and priorities… you’re important to me.” his lashes flutter over to you at the end. the grip on your hips tighten, pulling you in to feel his hardening length against your stomach. your next inhale is sharp.
“d-don’t. my family is here.” you warn, but you still snuggle against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his, “you can’t be adorable and…” he brushes his lips along your jaw. you clench your eyes shut. “zu… we can’t. later.”
“i know, i know,” and you hear the lust heavy and thick in his voice. he lays one kiss behind your ear, “i love you more today than i did yesterday.”
you want to tug his hair, have him expose that throat so you can mark it up. “i love you too, so much more. you were so sweet with everyone, made me want to cry. take you home for myself.”
you shiver at the brush of cold air as the sky darkens, the lights surrounding you getting brighter to manage. zuko is quick, shrugging off the shawl you gave him earlier to wrap around your shoulders and lightly heating his hands to hug you back into him.
“i was on my best behaviour, wasn’t i?” he grins, stunning as always. your stomach can’t help but heat.
you nod, chewing down on your lip, “one more hour, we pack up the food and we go, okay?”
“it’s up to you, baby. whenever you want.”
“i’m rewarding you when we get back.” your tone ends on a sensual tilt, one that has all the blood in zuko’s body rushing south.
“you’ll be on my face then,” he mumbles and you can’t reply because aunties are rushing over to you, dragging you back into the crowd to sing songs and listen to stories.
just finished playing AI the Somnium Files: nirvanA Initiative. every time this idiot (Date) appeared I was so happy to see him but then he’d say something dumb and/or pervy and I’m like, nvm I hate you
but then also this guy (Ryuki) my new beloved
anyway Date is canonically into cuckholdry so someone recommend me cucking fics that I can use as reference material to write Date getting cucked by Ryuki
Another Murcielago mafia toxic yuri - ok this is a bit gross but hear me out (smut in this one)
A large, fancy present is on your bed, and you don’t even need to look at the attached card to know it’s from Kuroko. The dress is silky and skimpy, hugging your curves and pushing your breasts up. Pairing it with matching heels, jewelry, and a clutch, you giggle to yourself as you pose in front of the mirror. It’s just Kuroko’s style, because of course it is. The card just says to get ready and meet her in the car outside, so you do, unable to hide your excitement about your mystery date.
Your grin fades as Kuroko briefs you on tonight’s mission: you’re to seduce and get information out of a rival gang’s member. Kuroko and some of her people will hang around as backup, but once you get them into bed, you won’t need the help.
Walking into the club, you do your best to stamp down your disappointment and plaster on a small smile. Heads turn as you walk by, but you’re unable to bask in the attention. You sit at the bar and order a drink.
“On my tab, please.” Your mark sidles up to you, cocky smile on their face. “You looked like you could use some company, gorgeous. Not really one for this kind of party, right?”
You nod shyly, thanking them for the drink and running your fingers lightly over their arm.
Flirting comes more easily as you pretend that you’re just trying to make Kuroko jealous.
Before long, they’re tipsy while you’re still relatively sober but pretending to be just as drunk, and they invite you to a private party in their hotel room. You manage to suppress a shudder and murmur about how the hotel room better be nice, was it for a work trip? Hope your boss paid for a nice room.
They sway slightly as they lead you away, divulging a bit of information but not quite enough.
And you find them above you, clothes gone, thrusting away as if that was doing something for you too.
When they finally tire themselves out and you fake at least two orgasms, they collapse over you and whisper exactly what you needed to hear.
Finally, you smile genuinely.
Barely half an hour later, you’re back at the Koumori estate, Kuroko looming over you in bed. Her pitch black eyes look even more dangerous as her fingers pump in and out of your soaked pussy, fingertips scraping at your sensitive walls. You whine and grab her wrist, pleading with your eyes for her to be more gentle, but she ignores you. Scissoring and twisting her fingers, she slowly pulls them out as if trying to scoop out the last remnants of the other gang member’s cum.
Kuroko puts on her favorite strap-on in record time and slides home, making you bite down on your own hand to muffle your scream. She yanks your hands up above your head, not allowing you to hide.
She’s muttering almost deliriously, and you strain to hear her over the slick sounds between you.
“Mine, you’re mine,” she snarls, grabbing at your cheeks. “Your mouth is mine.” Her hands slide down and pinch your nipples. “Your tits are mine.” They squeeze your hips posessively and cup your ass. “Your ass is mine.” Fingers slide to the front and rub quick circles into your clit. “Your pussy is mine. Do you hear me? Mine.”
“Y-yours, Kuroko, I’m yours,” you sob, digging your nails into the pillow by your head. “I’m all yours, I’m—”
A bite to your neck, the sharp pain soothed by a surprisingly gentle tongue. “Then come for me.”
could you do more of the multi monster research assistant things? I love them so much
Forgotten research
Multiple aliens x fem!reader || free use, oral sex, tentacles, sharing is caring
Imagine being hired to help in a laboratory in space. The opportunity of your life, you are the perfect person for the job, you’d love to go. And when the call finally comes and they tell you to prepare your suitcase because you are going to space, you are over the moon (pun intended). You don’t need to grab much, they told you they’ll provide all the clothes you’d need, and you are so excited you might pee yourself.
When you get there, everyone is as happy as you are. Most of your alien colleagues had never seen a human before, and it shows. You’d be annoyed by it if it wasn’t for the fact that you are equally mesmerized by them. So many forms, genders, and different kinds of extremities. They all look so interesting and strange to you. You want nothing more than to explore them all, from head to toe, to know what exactly makes them different from you.
And they have the same idea as you.
At first it’s all jokes and teasing, a touch here, copping a feel there… It rapidly escalates to you asking your research partner to touch their tentacles, wanting to know how they feel against your skin. Offering to show you their genitals, you offering to let them touch your boobs. Curiosity drives you in, and arousal makes you stay. They tell the others, who are equally curious and excited to get to explore your body and let you explore theirs.
Your research partner ends up bending you over a lab stool on a random day while the PCR machine works its magic. You had a bit of time, and instead of checking data as you should, you tell them what a G-spot is. They are so confused and interested. You end up offering (from the goodness of your heart) to let them touch it and feel it for themselves. Obviously, it ends up with your legs over their shoulders and their long tongue rubbing over your G-spot over and over and over until you are squirting all over their face and they are smirking. They tell the others, and the next day you have three other aliens wanting to see how you do that.
One of the aliens in data analysis tells you about their need to release at least once a day, and you are so surprised by the explanation of their anatomy that you request to see it happen. It ends up with you on your knees and his dicktacle spilling all over your face and chest. Two more aliens join him to add to the mess while you sit back on your heels and rub your clit until you come, much to their delight.
The lab assistant who joined you on your first day presses you against a wall and pushes his ridged dick up your pussy, wanting to feel how tight humans are while another alien looks, jerking their double-peen while you are fucked within an inch of your life, your mouth agape while he praises your pussy. The second he comes messily inside of you, the second alien is on you, wanting to test if the first one was right. You don’t complain, too fucking happy to be orgasming again and again.
And before you realize, your research job mixes with touches and groping, with orgasms in the middle of your day, and multiple aliens wanting to fuck you at any given chance. And you give as well as you receive, always ready to try another alien cock, to taste another alien pussy… The whole reason for your research forgotten while you spent most of your time naked and filled with multiple genitalia.
Male Loving Male Stories: Ruby Empire: Adi (MLM), Hapi & Kairav (Poly; Part 1, Part 2) Teremun the Mummy (MLM) Seif the Sabertooth (MLM) Is
In honor of pride I've put together a masterlist of all my LGBTQ+ stories! (Technically all my stories are LGBTQ+ because all characters are bi/pan unless otherwise stated.) I know people have been asking for this and I'm so happy to be sharing it now!
oooooh fantasies okay one that i have that occasionally punches me in the face is loved sexslave to a well-to-do couple.
like maybe. maybe a vampire husband and wife go to a brothel and find a pretty little human (me) and after a hole inspection where they show how well they take fingers and quickly they can stretch take them home and pamper them. not entirely a pet though they are there at every beck and call to feed from and fuck
the husband fucking the pretty human while the wife rides their face.
or the wife eats them out on their period while the husband fucks her.
soft and warm, precious little human <3 pampered and fucked and shown off to guests (who are never allowed to touch!! that’s their human! keep your hands to yourself!!)
(mmmmmm or instead of vampires, werewolf because… knot)
- vgilantee
A/N: I don’t know if this is exactly what you two wanted, but I think it’s pretty good. The vampire compulsion fic if somebody hasn’t read it, it’s this one. Disclaimer: all kinks mentioned but none too descriptive. Enjoy!
The new pet
Male!vampire x fem!vampire x fem!reader || vampire compulsion (implied), dub-con, vampire venom, sharing is caring, pet play, praise kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism || tw: blood
You were struggling, and they offered everything you ever dreamed of, including two amazing partners who would do anything for you if needed. It seemed too good to be true, but you said yes either way. You didn’t really know at what point you stopped caring about what other humans thought. You only knew everything changed when they got there and took you home for the first time.
And thank the goddess you did.
It was the best decision of your life.
You don’t know why you trusted them, you don’t know why you let them feed on you… But it just felt right, like being with them was everything you ever needed. And it only got better and better over the years.
It got better when they undressed you and drank from you the first time. It got better when your girlfriend was eating you out and your boyfriend fucked you from behind. It got better when you became the entertainment for their parties, fucking you on the table as everyone watched. It was just… perfect.
They made you feel like you didn’t need to think or act a certain way, you could just float around them until you were nothing more than a human dating two vampires.
And now, when they embrace you between them, the perfect filling in their vampire sandwich. It drives you insane, your brain disconnecting, making you float as they take their pleasure on your body until you are completely satisfied.
“You are such a good pet, such a good human for us,” your girlfriend says as her fangs penetrate your jugular, making you moan in ecstasy when her venom hits your bloodstream.
“The perfect pet for us,” your boyfriend says before doing the same on the other side of your neck.
The combination of their bites drives you into a new dimension, your eyes rolling back into your head as your toes curl and your whole body shakes with the beginning of an orgasm. They only inject more venom into your blood, driving you further, higher, until you are floating in a cloud of bliss and desperation for them. You want more. You need more.
“Please”, is the only word swirling in your brain.
And they respond. As always.
Cold hands travel down your naked body, caressing and groping, touching and pinching until you are shivering. When they finally reach the part where you want them most, the world around you fades away, the long pulls of their mouths added to the way they touch your pussy like you are precious… It’s too much, but not nearly enough.
There’s fingers everywhere: against your clit, inside your pussy, probing your asshole… You don’t know which one is touching you where, but you don’t care. You only care that their cold hard bodies are pressed against your soft warm one.
They touch to their hearts content, and you enjoy every single second of it. And when the next orgasm hits you, they both moan against your neck, pushing their fangs deeper as they taste the pleasure they are giving you, sending them into a feeding frenzy that only makes you come harder.
You don’t know how much it lasts, you only know you don’t want them to stop… ever.
Day 20. Monster-kinktober: Creature feature + Monsterfucking/Shower sex
A/N: I blame nobody but me (and @cheesomancer) for this ridiculous situation, and I apologize because I really like gym settings for my stories. Enjoy!
Demon x fem!reader || size kink, (very light) tail play, weird dicks, semi-public sex
You’ve been eyeing the red demon across the gym for an hour. And he’s been eyeing you back. It feels like foreplay in a weird way, and your pussy is claiming for attention. In a normal day, you wouldn’t do anything about it, but you are horny and needy and you don’t have nothing to lose.
So you walk to him with only one thing in mind: dick.
He looks at you without blinking as you approach, not stopping his bicep curls as you stand before him. “Do you wanna… Grab a shower?” You both know that’s the international euphemism for gym shower sex, and you truly hope he gets it because you need a dicking like you need your next breath.
“Goddess, yes.” He drops the weights on the rack and follows behind you.
You get undressed faster than lightning and turn around in time to see him lowering his pants over his impressively thick thighs. And you stop dead in your tracks. “Wha- what is that?” You ask with a short chuckle, confused as you stare between his legs to what seems to be a lava lamp. It’s translucent and you can see some kind of glowing liquid go up and down, it’s low-key mesmerizing.
“My dick?” He asks back, as confused as you. “It’s a normal demon dick,” he clarifies, looking at you like you are the weird one in the situation and not the demon with the lava lamp dick. How did you get into this surreal situation?
“Dude, it’s a lava lamp!” You giggle almost hysterically as you look at him.
He looks embarrassed and you feel bad for laughing, but good goddess he has a lava lamp for dick. “It’s normal, okay? All demons have similar dicks.”
But then between your amused brain something filters, it doesn’t only look like a lava lamp, but is almost as big as one. Looking back at his dick your mind fills with anticipation, that shape must feel pretty great inside of you, but you aren’t sure you could fit him inside. But you are horny enough that you would die trying to fit it inside if that’s what it took.
“Are they all that big?” You ask him, your pussy clenching over nothing.
“N- No. That’s all me,” he stutters, making you giggle again as you approach him. You coo at him, your hand caressing his chest as you pinch one nipple and kiss the soft gasp off his mouth. He’s so cute.
“Come on, big guy, I like you sweaty, but I’d like you more buried deep inside of me,” you tease as you walk to the shower. You smile when you hear his rapid footsteps behind you. Such a cute demon, fuck.
You turn the water on and start rinsing the sweat off you, he does the same, his big body crowding you against the wall as he takes the water. You complain, and he chuckles, lowering his big body to kiss you slow and gentle. But you don’t want slow and gentle, you want frantic monsterfucker sex in the shower, and you are going to get it. Your hands find his hair and you pull him down, devouring his mouth and taking control of the kiss as he whimpers against your lips.
He puts his hands under your ass and pulls you up. You wrap your legs around his middle, trying not to kick his wings accidentally as he presses hid big weird dick against your needy center. You both groan at the same time as he starts rubbing his length to your dripping pussy. You groan and moan, trying to muffle your sounds against his neck (not that it works).
He probes your pussy with his fingers, holding you up with just one arm and making you groan at his strength. Good goddess, you love gymbros so fucking much. You roll your hips, urging him inside your tight heat as he presses kisses down your neck. He’s so tall his back is hunched, but you don’t hive a fuck as he thrusts two fingers inside of you and you bite down on his neck to stop the groans from escaping. But you only accomplish to make him moan very loudly.
“Come on, come on, I’m ready…” You urge him again, bouncing on his fingers.
“But you are so tight and I’m so big…” He tries to argue, but you are more than over with that. You want his dick, and you want it now.
Your hand travels down and you grab his dick, squeezing the biggest part and marveling at the feeling. You almost thought it would feel like an actual lava lamp, but it’s fleshy and hot, hard in all the good ways. You jerk him a couple times, the liquid inside dancing and making you gape at him. He claims your mouth with his, taking your hand away from his dick and pushing the tip against your entrance.
He pushes inside slowly, but you have no time for that. You bite down on his lower lip and take advantage of the sudden confusion to push down on his dick. You get almost all of him in you, but the wider part is resting against your entrance when he stops you. You don’t like to beg, but you are almost about to when he starts wriggling his hips against you until you feel your body give out around him.
The first feeling of his widest part inside of you sends you almost into a coma. It’s so big but so good, it’s like you were made to take it, your body accommodating around it and your breath coming in short pants as he whispers sweet nothings over your head, trying to regain some kind of control. You don’t let him. You roll your hips and start bouncing on him. His dick is too wide, but it presses against your G-spot with every tiny twitch of his body, and going up and down is making your brain lose all train of thought.
Your body is mush against the shower wall when he pushes your body against it with more force than necessary, but you don’t care. He starts fucking you with intent, his dick going in and out of you, the sounds obscene as he fucks you fast and hard. You are chanting ah ah ah, not even caring somebody could come in and catch you two fucking in the showers like two desperate creatures.
His tail comes around your middle and settles over your ass, making you whimper as he reaches lower with it. It probes your asshole, and that’s enough for you to cry out and come messily around his cock buried deep inside. He starts cursing over you, his thrust stuttering as he pushes one last time and stuffs you with his come. He comes so much you can feel it gushing out of you as he thrusts a couple more times inside of you, the big part of his dick making you see stars as it rubs against your G-spot. It feels raw and abused in the best way possible.
After a couple more minutes of wet embrace, he lets you down slowly. You feel warm and content, marveling in the afterglow when he looks down and gasps. You follow his gaze in alarm, and when you see a trail of neon orange come go down your leg you laugh so hard you trip on the wet floor. He grabs you by the waist as you kiss his mouth tenderly, your smile so big the kiss is more teeth than lips, but you don’t care.
You can definitely get used to having hot shower sex with the lava lamp dick demon.
And that's a wrap on monster-kinktober. Hope y'all enjoyed this as much as I did. I would be super happy to hear your thoughts about the stories, which one you liked best, which idea you thought you wouldn't like but didn't, which monster surprised you more... :)
“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”
“That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.”
A softly spoken, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”
“Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”
“Can I… can I touch you?”
“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
“Can I— can I please touch myself?”
“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”
“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”
“You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.”
“Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.”
A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips.
“Mine. All mine.”
“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”
“I love getting to know you like this.”
“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.”
“Is this okay?”
“How much do you want this?”
“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
“Shh, just a little more…”
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
“Say please.”
“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.”
“Tell me how you want me.”
Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words.
“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”
“Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”
“P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.”
“Need/want you in me.”
“Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Not so fast, bun.”
“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”
“Want your fingers in me.”
“Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Tell me how you like/want/need it.”
“I wanna taste you on my lips again.”
It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine.
“Rough or gentle?”
“Fuck, look at you right now…”
“You’re really messing with my head here.”
“Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”
“Wanna feel you against me.”
“Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.”
“Clothes on or clothes off?”
“All yours. Only yours.”
“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?”
“Fuck, I need/want you so bad.”
“I want you to say my name like that again.”
“Aren’t you desperate?”
“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”
“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”
“Patience, love. We’re getting there.”
“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
“Be good for me.”
“You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?”
“Imagine how amazing you’d sound when I’m fucking you senseless.”
“I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.”
“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.”
“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.”
“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”
“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”
“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Please let me come.”
“I-I promise I’ll be good.”
“How are you feeling?”
“God, you feel so good around me.”
“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”
“You good?”
“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”
“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”
“You wanna take control?”
“Let me ride you.”
“Behave.”
“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.”
“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”
“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”
“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”
“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?”
“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.”
A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?”
“How do you want me to touch you?”
“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”
“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.”
Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.
“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?”
“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”
In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”
“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.”
“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Lift your hips up for me.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”
“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.”
“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”
“I want to be the one fucking you this time.”
“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”
“I think you’d look even better under me.”
“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.”
“Want you to ruin me.”
“Do whatever you want with me.”
“Just sit on my fucking face already.”
“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”
“What did I just say?”
“You feel so fucking good in me.”
“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.”
“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”
“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.”
“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”
“Let me make you feel good this time?”
“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.”
“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.”
“Let’s take it back to my place.”
“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”
“Turn around.”
“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.”
“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.”
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.”
“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”
“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.”
Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release through tears and soft whimpers, because they’ve been edged for way too long.
“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.”
“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”
“No one does it like you.”
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.”
“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.”
“Need a hand?”
“Aww, how eager can you get?”
“I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.”
“Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?”
“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.”
“B-But what about you?” “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.”
“Shit, I’m so fucking hooked on you it’s not even funny.”
“You’d sound so good begging for it.”
“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.”
“Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.”
“I don’t care, I just need these clothes off so I can fully feel you against me.”
