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Masterlist List (Sorted by Monsters)
Aliens
Angels
Demons
Dragons
Gargoyles
Ghosts
Fae and Fairies
Hybrids
Mermaids
Minotaurs
Nagas
Orcs
Tentacles
Vampires
Werewolves
OTHER
Hey just asking....i sent an ghost request long long long long ago. Now nearly months. Are you doing or was it not to your liking?
Hey sorry! I've not really had much time to write lately due to work and personal life stuff, so I'll be getting to it, I just have to have time to write- which I'm not entirely sure when that will be, but it will be eventually!
Minotaur lover who always gropes your body any chance he gets.
Cooking dinner? His hands are all over you.
Sitting on the couch? Here, let him massage your legs.
Snuggling in bed? Well, let's just say he's quite dextrous with those big fingers of his as he hugs you closer against his chest, telling you how good of a job you're doing for him and asking for just a little more.
Puppy hybrid boyfriend except he's the one in charge and you're the one collared and leashed. You come home and he asks in that sweet voice of his if you want walkies after your long day at work.
He can't help but allow his tail to wag a little despite his tough guy act as he strips you- everyone knows puppies don't wear clothes on walkies, so why should you?
Once the leash clips on, your brain clicks off- looks are deceiving, because anyone else would have to ask "who's really the puppy here?"
Orc boyfriend that just absolutely loves seeing you try his clothes on. He can't believe how much smaller than him his mate is. He watches you as you plop on the couch, wearing nothing other than his hoodie.
He's practically salivating, his dick is half hard already.
It isn't even 5 minutes into the show the two of you were going to watch before he's snaking his hands under the hoodie you stole and is groping at you, pulling you into his lap and grinding you against his now fully hard cock.
You suppose you can always just rewatch the show later.
Thank you for the tag @mimille-chan !! This has definitely been a sweet trend to hop on to! Here are mine🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️✨️ I truly adore that my diary page is also blue themed!
I tag @holybagelsstuff @bluesakura007 @cyanbyte @gallamy and anyone else who may see this, also feel free to join this cute trend🤲🤲💞💞💞
Thank you, @starlight-seasons and @bluesakura007 for the tags :D !!
I think the ears on the picrew are so funny, though the hair choices were a bit lacklustre in the short style department. The diary is pretty accurate, and I love the grumpy little cow !! It's so cute <3
my tags: @shakibone, @pheonixed, @bonnietylerkilledmygrandma, @plaudiusplants, @phineasgage, @itspens, @ajabberwalk, @cyanbyte, @mismess and whoever else feels like it >:P
Very cute! The personality quizlet is... Fairly accurate lol. Thanks for the tag!
No pressure tags forrrr @tinytalkingtina @queenie-ofthe-void @zombiethingy @sea-stone @angela-feelstoomuch @therulingqueen & anyone else who thinks it might be fun ❤️
Am I the only one who craves a yandere monster x bimbo reader? Like, reader is completely oblivious about everything. It would be even better if yandere monster was the complete opposite of reader, him being a sophisticated man/monster and all.
I'm also craving a fossegrim or a nokken x fem reader.
-🧚♀️✨
A/N Pet: Yandere x Bimbo is not my forte, but Vamp (@teratopup) was nice enough to play with the characters with me, so this is a collab between the two of us. Enjoy!
A/N Pup: I’ve never really done a bimbo before, so the reader kind of comes across as a bit of a space cadet instead- hopefully that's close enough!
By the river
Nokken x fem!reader || semi-public sex (kinda?), dual POV, implied hypnotism (not mentioned), multiple orgasms || tw: stalking, brief drowning
To prance, frolic, and dance around the river was your favorite thing to do and favorite place to be. Often, you’d end up at the beautiful forest clearing by the riverfront, forgetfully neglecting your responsibilities for the day.
Everyone in your village had insisted you needed to get your head out of the clouds, worried that you’d one day find yourself in danger and not even realize it.
Unbeknownst to you, today was the day you’d be proving them right.
You see, for as long as you had enjoyed your little clearing hideaway, you had been watched from afar. You hadn’t been aware of this, of course, too busy entertaining yourself making flower crowns, watching the clouds roll in the sky, dancing and whatever else you always did to entertain yourself. Some people liked to call you dumb and distractible because of it, but you’re just too unbothered to be mad at them for that, either.
From the lovely babbling river, watchful eyes observed you for years. The emotion started out in the watcher as something akin to contempt. Who would dare to disturb the peace of his preferred bend of the river, what with their singing and swaying, laughing and dancing?
Of course it would be a measly human to be the culprit, all too unconcerned about the dangers of the river- the dangers that he himself posed.
Yes, it was he who had caused the villagers to always remind one another to be safe ‘round the rivers lest they disappear without a trace, and he was damn well proud of it.
As close as you had gotten to the river’s edge each time, you always remained just out of his known grasp. He had no choice but to allow your presence, lying in wait until he could snatch you up and cut short your thread of fate.
Yet, over time, something in the way he looked at you became less of a disgust and more of a… reluctant admiration. Eventually, too, that reluctant admiration had become an adoring gaze. Years of watching you had softened the creature- the river’s fearsome Nokken- to your presence. Something in him couldn’t help but cherish the moments he could view you as you spent time in your secret little area.
Something else in him, along the way, had convinced him that you’d come back each time just for him. After all, if it weren’t for him, your serene area would surely have been invaded- there had been more than one occasion in which he’d lured other unwitting humans who dared enter your space to the river, bringing them to their end. You weren't aware of this, surely, but he didn't care.
But it was love that guided his hand and claw, of course! What other emotion could it be- what other feeling could ignite such broiling passion in him- if not ‘love’ to keep your hideaway hidden for just the two of you?
Sure, you had no idea he was there- no idea that he even existed or watched- but one day you would.
One day soon.
Today.
All day you had been eyeing the river. Nobody could blame you, it was dreadfully hot out and you had been keeping active with your whirls, twirls, and leaps. There was a sheen of perspiration atop your nose and full cheeks, drops of sweat rolling down your temples.
The roots of your hair were already wet and surely you’d feel better if you were to indulge in the river’s cool water.
You stepped a bit closer, looking down at the pleasant splashing stream before you, recalling all the warnings of your fellow villagers about nearing rivers. Clearly they must have been mistaken- if there were any danger then you would have encountered it by now, would you not?
So you decided at that moment that, yes, you would like to go for a swim in the river. There’s no real danger there, the people in the village must be mistaken. Yeah, for sure they’re mistaken. And you’re only going to get a bit wet anyway.
Shedding your clothing, you stepped forward into the river. For a moment, you stood stark still, tense as if you were expecting to be suddenly injured. Moments later nothing had happened yet and you felt like a fool for believing in old tales.
Ha! Those silly villagers- they had always said you weren’t bright, and yet here you were- proving them wrong! Would bright minds be scared of a folktale in a river? Of course not! So here you were, wading further into the river and pridefully gleaming with your newfound “brightness.”
But who you didn’t see was staring at you. The Nokken, half submerged right across the shore, his body shimmering under the bright light, camouflaging himself in the shiny water so you couldn’t even think about possible monsters lurking.
He’s been good, he’s been waiting. Observing and stalking, waiting until this day arrived. And you hadn’t disappointed him. You were as perfect today as you were the day he first saw you- even if he didn’t accept it back then.
The cool feel of the water against your skin sent a shudder up your spine as you slowly got chest deep, your nipples pebbling in response to the coldness. You were barely far enough to be worried, but something inside of you urged you to run back. You chuckled at your silliness, there’s nothing there! If it was, you’d be drowning already, wouldn’t you?
The Nokken hesitated as he rose just a bit in the water, his long hair wetly draping itself against his head, before he submerged completely, an idea to create an opportunity to win your trust bubbling in his mind. He’d spook you- grab your foot with his clawed hand underwater- and then “save you” as if something else had grabbed you.
Swimming swiftly and smoothly below, he reached out- at first he merely grazed his claw along your calf, admiring it for a moment before grabbing your ankle firmly. Your scream was so loud that even under the water he could hear it perfectly. But he couldn’t have other humans arriving to save you, so he pulled you down fully. Beneath the surface, he swam back behind his rock, his plan now set in motion for him to swoop- well, swim- in and “save” you.
From himself.
Not that you knew that!
And lucky you (but really, lucky him), he swam in your direction so fast you could barely be under the water for more than twenty seconds as he swooped you up and kicked his legs behind his body until you were laying on the side of the river, just a bit further down north where the village was far away it was unlikely anyone could hear you.
You were breathing hard, harder than ever, as he looked down at you with worried eyes that hid secrets in their mesmerizing depths.
“Oh poor little human, are you scared? Let the Nokken protect you against the monsters lurking under the water.” He whispered against your ear, his body pressing down on yours as you felt the wet soil under your back like a cushion.
“I’m- I was- Something-,” you stuttered, trying to explain to the mysterious monster what exactly happened in the water.
But you weren’t really sure yourself. You were fine, then suddenly you were drowning, and then he was saving you. It had all happened so fast that you were still trying to process the whole thing, let alone the facts.
“What do you need, little human?” He asked with a hint of worry and a lot of mischief. There was a smirk on his face as he looked down and saw how very naked you were under his hot body. “Do you need me, little human? Do you want me closer?”
“Yes.” You didn’t know what overtook you, but there was something in his eyes that asked you to agree. Something that asked you to get him as deep as possible. And you couldn’t fight it, you didn’t want to fight it.
The way you agreed so fast only amused him further.
“How close?” He teased, his hips rolling down and giving you a taste of how hard his dick was against your abdomen.
“As close as possible,” you whispered back, feeling sheepish as your brain buzzed in a way that made your insides burn with an unsolved sexual tension. You needed him. You needed him as badly as you needed to breathe while you were drowning earlier.
“Do you want me fully, little human? Do you know what you are asking of me? I’m no human man trying to protect your virtue. I will take you and I will enjoy it. I will enjoy you.” His voice sounded like a promise, one that you wanted him to fulfill completely.
“Please…” Is the only thing that came out of your mouth before his still wet hands were on your wrist and his body was tilting in your direction, so very close you could feel his calm heartbeat against your erratic one.
His mouth claimed yours, his kiss practically devouring you as your mind got lost in the moment. His hands traveled up and down your sides, his fangs scratching your lips until you tasted blood. That only made him more feral, his body trembling and shaking over you as if he was trying to contain himself.
Which he was. He very much was trying to stop himself from being too rough with the prettiest creature he’d ever encountered. He played all his cards just right and had you under his body, rocking his hips against your increasingly wet core as you moaned delectably against his lips. You were delightful, the tastiest of snacks to sate his hunger. His desire.
He bit down on your neck and you screamed, his fingers finding your mouth to silence you as his free hand traveled down and played with your pearl in a way you’d never experienced before. It was like his hands played your body like an instrument, something unknown building inside of you as he pushed two fingers in your wet pussy, curling them in a way that sent sparks to every cell of your body.
You cried out when he pulled his fingers back, trying to roll your hips and get him to put them inside you again, but he only chuckled, kissing your forehead softly as you felt the blunt tip of his dick pressing against your entrance.
“Take me like the good little human you are,” he instructed. He pushed forward and you gasped. He felt so big inside of you, you weren’t sure he could fit. “It’ll fit, little human. Look at me, focus only on my eyes…”
Your body instantly relaxed and he slipped deeper inside of you. You could almost feel him at the back of your throat, but at the same time you felt so full you could burst with happiness.
When he bottomed out, he looked at your eyes as if to find responses to unknown questions, but what he saw there was pure and unwavering pleasure boiling low. He wanted to ignite those flames until you both were burning down, until the two of you were nothing but a puddle of pleasure.
He kissed your lips one last time before he started moving. Slowly at first, but rapidly accelerating, pounding into you like a lost soul knocking on heaven’s doors as you moaned with each movement of his hips against yours. It felt perfect, it felt too much, it felt otherworldly.
And you fucking loved it.
Your world shattered with rainbows behind your closed eyelids as he mercilessly fucked you through an orgasm. And another. And another. His hips pounded into you at a punishing pace as he grunted compliments against your ear, his pointy nail still playing with your pearl to make you cum again. Which you did, almost at his sole will, a scream breaking out of your throat as he, finally, spilled himself inside of you.
“I’ll see you tomorrow… by the river, my little human, my vixen.” And he disappeared, leaving you there, breathing hard and naked and craving more of his touch.
As the weeks passed, you came to realize that Tohopka didn’t just find you annoying. It seemed like he loathed you. Every time you came over to hang out with Mitena, which was often since the two of you quickly became best friends, he would huff, roll his eyes or just go into his room. It was like he couldn’t even stand being in the same general proximity as you.
“We can start hanging out at your place,” Mitena offered when Tohopka once again slinked off to his room when he saw you were sitting on the couch.
“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” you smiled, eyes following the disgruntled werewolf as he disappeared into his room.
The two of you spend much of the rest of the night talking and drinking. Every so often, Tohopka came out to get something to eat or drink, or to tell Mitena to keep it down. His eyes nearly always passed right over you, which made your stomach twist. The way he seemed completely disinterested in your very existence was disheartening, but being the absolute brat you are, you decided to tease him. At least then he would have to have some kind of reaction, right? He would have to give you some kind of attention.
“Hey dog. You must be really thirsty,” you smirked as he walked behind the couch to head into the kitchen.
“The fuck did you just call me?” Toh’s eyes snapped to yours, his voice coming out in a low bark as his ears flicked back.
“Hey, Y/N,” Mitena drew out the y in ‘hey’ as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, her ears twitching. “Maybe you shouldn’t-.”
“Shouldn’t what? Fucking insult me like I’m nothing but a pet for her amusement?” Toh snapped, the glass in his hand nearly shattering as he gripped it. You could hear the glass creaking.
A grown stepped your face as you looked up at him. “What? No, I was only joking. I thought-.”
Sharp claws sprouted from the werewolf’s fingertips before he shifted more, his already imposing figure turning even more so. The small room seemed to shrink as he filled it. Almost instinctively, you yourself shrank against the couch.
“Mi, you need to get your human under control,” Tohopka growled, his upper lip curling as he looked down at you.
“Toh, she doesn’t know any better. Wolves aren’t as common here,” Mitena said with a sigh, squeezing your shoulder. “Cut her some slack. You know she doesn’t mean it like that.”
Instead of responding, he turned and went back into his room, slamming the door so loud that the small apartment shook. You began to apologize profusely to Mitena, who just brushed it off.
“He’s sensitive. He might not show it, but he is,” she said, refilling your half empty glass of box wine. “Don’t let him ruin our night. So, what were we going to watch again?”
The two of you stayed up watching bad TV and drinking box wine until you start to doze off at around 4 am. Mitena made up the couch for you before going to her room. You curled up on the cushions, dozing in and out. After a little while, you heard Tohopka’s bedroom door open, and his heat footsteps pad out. You stayed quiet, still feeling guilty for what happened, and not wanting to upset him again.
The fridge door opened, and you heard several cans crunch shortly after the tabs were popped open. You couldn’t help but wonder how many beers he was drinking, and how was he drinking them so fast? He padded around the front of the couch, then saw you still laying there.
“Fuck. Why are you here?” he muttered as he sat down by your feet as he used the remote to flip on the TV. “You should be at your own fucking apartment.”
“Too drunk to go,” you whined softly, yawning.
His dark eyes flickered over to you. There was something there you weren’t expecting. It almost looks like hunger. “You piss me off.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your lower lip pushing out slightly. You could feel a dampness between your legs just from his presence. He always had that kind of effect on you.
The sight does something to him, as much as he would never admit it. In seconds he scooped you up, carrying you to his room. All you did was let out a high pitched yelp, that Mitena somehow slept through. As soon as his door was shut, Tohopka laid you down on his bed, crawling on top of you.
“You’re such a brat,” he muttered, licking up your neck, his long muzzle buried against your skin as his claws worked at pushing up your skirt.
“I thought you hated me,” you whimpered out, tasting the beer on his tongue when he finally properly kissed you.
“Shut up,” he barked, pushing his tongue down your throat like he was trying to taste the box wine you had drank earlier.
His hands seemed to shake as he tugged down his fleece pajama pants, his cock already throbbing and leaking. Your cunt pulsed at the sight. At the idea of even trying to take something that big. Your legs fell more open as he slotted himself between them.
“Fuck, Mitena will kill me if I knock your stupid ass up,” he muttered, fumbling in his nightstand for a condom.
“I’m allergic to latex,” you managed to get out through the haze of lust and excitement clouding your brain.
“Of course you are,” he huffed, but he tossed the one he had down, grabbing another one.
Ripping it open, he quickly slid it on, even covering his already starting to form knot. Excitement was making you buzz as much as the alcohol, but then something happened that made both Tohopka and you let out a whine. When he leaned down to kiss your neck again, his sharp teeth caught on the chain of your silver necklace you always wore, accidentally tugging it off. The scent that your full, proper scent hit him, he lost it.
“Mine. My mate,” he growled, pushing into you without prep. He couldn’t help himself. “Mine. You’re mine.”
The stretch from his cock was painful in the most pleasant way possible. You were pulsing around him, your cunt dripping around his covered cock as he bullied in and out of your sopping cunt. Tears pricked your eyes as you mewled, whimpering and pleading with him for more.
“Please, please please,” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“You. Fuck. Can’t believe it’s you,” his words were slightly slurred, and you flinched as he suddenly bit down hard on the pillow by your head, ripping into it with his teeth.
His claws dug into your plush hips as he held you down, slamming in and out at an almost brutal pace. All you could do was whimper and mewl, your body bucking up slightly to try to take him deeper. However, whether it be because of the alcohol or the fact he was just so excited to have found his mate, he didn’t last long.
His cum flooded the condom the second you gasped out that you were cumming, your walls clamping down around him. He was panting, almost trembling above you. The condom compressed his knot, so he was able to slowly pull out of you, his half lidded eyes fixed on your slightly stretched hole throbbing with the aftershocks of your pleasure.
It was too bad neither of you would remember this the next morning.
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I've seen a couple of recent posts complaining about content and I cannot believe we're having this conversation again, but y'all. There is a difference between asking for variety and insulting the creators or consumers. You can express your desires without dragging down existent content. Do we really not possess basic online etiquette? Let me give you some examples or proper opinion vs veiled ridicule.
(✔) I wish there were more works involving abstractly monstrous creatures instead of humanoid ones.
(❌) Why does everyone here, in this particular place, have such basic style? Where are the real fans who enjoy the true definition of teratophilia?
(✔) Could anyone recommend me works involving an older Reader? This is my personal preference, and I struggle to find enough content.
(❌) Why do authors engage in free, fun activities that don't fit my agenda? It's wrong and it implies a lack of skill; they should feature what I find ethical instead.
You are not entitled to free content. You can either 1) ask for it without additional slander, or 2) create it yourself without additional slander. I do not understand why some of you are overwhelmed by the need to simultaneously judge what's currently popular and/or not to your taste in order to prove your point.
If you took the energy that you used to compile backhanded critique towards media and actually created the content you wanted to begin with, we wouldn't be in this situation. You are the cause to your own misfortune.
Your loyal minotaur knight has always been there for you, silently watching, accompanying, escorting, and guarding with an all-too-serious air about him. Always got his head on a swivel, that one.
Always keeping an eye out for any potential dangers or hidden threats, never quite looking at you as much as looking in and around your direction.
What you don't know is how, beneath his helm and only when unobserved, his eyes are always drawn right back to you. Your minotaur knight's gaze explores your body, unable to keep himself from imagining what soft and striking treasures lie beneath your fanciful garb.
He's nearly been caught before, you know, peeking into your room as you slept just to be given an infuriating reminder by the clinking of his gauntlet against his codpiece how he can't palm his cock to the serene sight. Not without unarming himself, which would certainly cause enough noise to stir your peaceful slumber.
Hopelessly, your minotaur knight must simply stand by and resign himself to his fate. Frustratingly stuck as merely a guard and never more in his mind, he has no idea how desperately you go out of your way to catch his attention. You're still devising plots on how to make him look at you directly, if only for a mere moment, unaware of how long he's been unable to look away.
Includes: public sex, mild aggressive behavior, raw sex
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You had been working at the hotel for a few days when you met Sol. Where you had grown up, hybrids weren’t very common, especially not insect hybrids, so meeting hte and some hummingbird moth hybrid was exciting, and handsome was an understatement.
The green fluff around his neck made him seem soft, and you loved the way it ended tail like around his back. His long black antennas seems to curl towards you every time he spoke, as if to ensure you knew that he was giving you his undivided attention.
However, despite that, it was clear that he was a player. For one, the housekeepers, which were mainly bee hybrids, would preen at the slightest big of attention form him; their little wings would flutter gleefully as he leaned in a little too close to them to talk about their assignments. Not to mention all the customers were drawn to him like, well, a moth to a flame.
So when he started flirting with you, you brushed it off, thinking that he was just doing what he always does. Even as he would flex his wings whenever the two of you were together, blocking your view of anyone else, and anyone else’s view of you. It was actually that, the making you feel like you were the only person in the world, that made you realize his wings weren’t as clear as you first thought.
“Y/N,” Sol purred, coming up whine you to lean over your shoulder to look at your computer screen, his antennas brushing the top of your head.
“Yes?” you sighed, knowing that he wasn’t just innocently coming to talk about work.
“I was just thinking that we could go to something after work,” he said, his tongue unfurling enough to brush against the sensitive skin of your neck.
“I’m busy,” you lied, not wanting to get your hopes up that he might actually like you.
He huffed, pulling away slowly in a way that dragged his tongue away from your skin. “You’re no fun.”
“I am plenty of fun,” you puffed out your cheeks, just enough to look like a chipmunk, your brows furrowed in a pout.
That drew a chuckle from his lips as he leaned back, spreading his wings in a display that you had to (reluctantly) admit was impressive. His antennas were leaning forward, once again ensuring you knew that all of his attention was on you. “Then show me.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I said I’m busy.”
After that, he grew less talkative, but stayed closer. He seemed annoyed any time you had to help a customer that was a man. His antennas flicking back in a way that reminded you of cat ears. Even the bee hybrids flirting with him didn’t seem to cheer him up. You couldn’t believe that it was because of you, because why would it be?, so you just tried to be a good coworker and give him space. However, that only seems to make him more annoyed and distant, but also stick physically closer to you.
Then, after nearly a month of this, he snapped. As you were sitting at your desk, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, tanking you into the storage room.
“Why the fuck?” you raised your voice, the smallest hitch in it.
“What the fuck! Exactly,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as he pushed you up against the wall. His anntenas working over your hair. For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, he muttered, “you’re driving me crazy.”
With a roll of your eyes, you pushed against his chest. “Whatever.”
Another low groan bubbled p from his throat as he dropped his hands to your hips, pushing you more firmly against the wall. “Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me? Just listen for once.”
“How do I drive you crazy?” was your response, your voice coming out more hoarse than you intended.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Fuck, I can’t even get laid because all I can think of is how much better you’d feel around me,” his voice was a groan, his wings fluttering.
“Shut up,” you muttered, your face flushing darker again.
“No, it’s fucking true. I know you’d feel so good. How could I fuck anyone else when all I can think of is you? Dammit, especially when you’re ovulating,” he muttered, his grip on your hips loosening slightly. “Go on a date with me. Just one. And I’ll never bother you about it again.”
“Fine,” you relented, hoping against hope that he meant what he said.
You thought that was going to be the end of it, but as soon as you agreed, he was all over you, kissing you, grabbing your waist and yanking you closer to him while still shoving you against the wall. His fur felt soft under your fingers as you cupped his face. His unfurled tongue shoved down your throat as he pressed harder, trying to force your lips open, which you did eagerly.
His hands dug into the soft fabric of your shirt as he held you against him, but then he was pulling it off, hands romancing flesh as his tongue lapped at your neck. You could feel his length against you. Part of you knew that it was dangerous to do it here, where someone might see, but that only added to the excitement.
Before you knew it, he was yanking your legs up around his waist, shoving down his pants and boxers with his free hand. When you felt his cock against your core, you nearly whined. It was hot, pulsing, already dripping with precum like he might not even make it inside of you.
“I just know you’re going to be the best I’ve ever had,” he mumbled against your skin as he ripped your jeans and panties off, the tatters falling around your ankles locked around his waist. “And you’re ovulating. God, you smell even better than usual.”
You didn’t have time to process his words before he was stuffing his cock into your weeping hole. It stretched you perfectly, like it was made for you to take. To his credit, he started off slow, stretching you in a way that made your eyes roll, this time into the back of your head. After he was sure you wouldn’t tear (well, at least not too badly), he picked up the pace. Bouncing you up and down on his cock, gripping your ass so he could control your movements better.
“You feel even better than I imagined,” he grunted as he slammed you down on his cock, the tip kissing your cervix. You felt yourself tear slightly from his treatment, but the way he felt inside of you was so good that it barely registered. “I’ll never be bale to get off again without thinking about this tight little cunt.”
All you could do was whimper in response, your cunt pulsing around him. His cock bullied into you over and over, until one of his hands found your breast, and after only a little a attention left you gushing around his cock, squeezing him as if to beg him to not stop without the words that had abandoned you.
“Fuck, fuck. You’re mine now. All mine,” he hissed, his wings now wrapping around you, desperate for more points of contact.
In a few more thrusts, he filled you with his seed, tightening his grip on your with both his wings and arms. Pressing his forehead against yours, he murmured, “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go on our date, but I lied. It can’t be our only one.”
SO- I know I've been super quiet, but it isn't without reasoning! Here's a sneak peek of the premise of a fic im working on with the wonderfully talented @rs-hawk, wuff! <3
Your werebear coworker, Orion, was always gruff and grumbly.
Each morning, he'd come in sleepy, make himself a cup of coffee, and start to sort through files. Organizing his files the way he liked, he would begin his work after a big stretch and yawn.
Part of your mornings when you started were spent watching him from your desk. Observing how he liked to do things. The two of you did the same job, and if you could be of help then you'd of course like to do so!
Weeks of watching from afar became months- you began making him coffee each morning and organizing his files how he liked before he'd even walk in to the office. He never asked you to do any of this, of course, but you showed up early anyway, so why not?
Though, there was a tension growing between the two of you- one that you may have been oblivious to, but he sure wasn't...
What'll happen when that tension snaps? When Orion can't keep his grumpy act up next to your intoxicatingly vibrant, cheery demeanor any longer?
People on tumblr: you’re not even a real monster fucker you just want to get gang banged by tentacles. Sorry but if your “monster” is literally one of the most popular kinds of hentai with millions of porn videos and pictures it doesn’t even count.
People in real life: ew you’re team Jacob??? He’s a werewolf isn’t that like kissing a dog???
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