If Youre Here, Youre A Whore Too

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[wereminotaur]

੭﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟੭

𝚂𝚘𝚕’𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚑

Back and freakier than ever. As always my inbox is open for all of your self indulgent needs, only a few rules:

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛɪᴀʟɪᴛʏ

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ɴᴏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ɴᴏ ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ (ᴅᴜʙ ᴄᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ)

𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋

We keep things sexy and inclusive<3

♱ 𝙸𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 ♱

♱ 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 ♱

꩜𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽꩜

੭﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟꒷꒦﹕ ̊ ̟੭

[wereminotaur]

Orc always feeding you, but not in a fat fetish way.

No offence to people into that, but I like when it’s from a different approach.

In orc culture, if you are small, you are weak. So when your orc mate sees you, sees how small their human is, they immediately feed you more. Second helpings of fire scorched meat, always pushing some fruits towards you, not satisfied until you’re pudgier because that means you’re happy, you’re healthy. And they love their squishy mate!

[wereminotaur]

Don’t mind me, just thinking about an alien with a thick cock who’s never felt anything as good as your little human hole and can’t get enough of it to the point where you just became a dumb puppet on their cock with many loads dripping down your legs because it can’t bear to leave your warmth mhmmmmmm

[wereminotaur]

🛸𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲🛸

𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹

ᴍᴅɴɪ ☆ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ☆ ᴀʟɪᴇɴꜱ x ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𖦹

You’d never been happier.

No thoughts of a job, no worrying about a partner, no taxes, no groceries, no rent.

And all it took was being kidnapped by aliens.

You weren’t always so easy to work with, you’d screamed and cried when you initially saw the species that kidnapped you: 8 feet tall brutes with soft fur that was a colour beyond your comprehension, a few too many eyes and wide mouths with rows of blunt teeth that were meant to rip your flesh. Almost as if a werewolf had been mutated with alien genes, and yet despite their terrifying presence, they were gentle, and persistent.

And surprisingly devoted.

Maybe there were others like you on the ship, but they seemed to spend a particular amount of time and affection on you. Pampering you, making sure you had enough to eat, even cuddling you when you grew accustomed to the feeling of their fur. Their long thick tongues swiping at your soft skin when they held you, you couldn’t decide if they were trying to clean you or give you little kisses.

But eventually you grew to look forward to them visiting you. You weren’t tied up or trapped, they had made you a nest of soft fabrics and furs, and they visited you three times a day.

Every single time, you got knotted.

Call it bimbofication, call it mind control, call it manipulation, call it whatever you want, but you craved that blissful emptiness that came with being stuck on an alien knot for hours on end. Acting like an overexcited puppy when one of them would enter your room on the ship, and they’d dot on you and pamper you rotten. They’d planned on experimenting on you, that was the whole purpose of abducting you in the first place, but along the way you’d become somewhat of a pet to them.

You got woken up from your nest by feeling grumbling purrs from the alien you fell asleep on, their knot locked in you after filling you with load after load last night. Not a single drop leaking out as it made sure you took it all, wanting to savour the sweet warmth that was your hole. It’s large hand rubbing over your lower abdomen, plush little tummy bulging a little from how deep it’s cock rested in you. It’s hips grinding forward it gentle but needy little rolls, panting into your neck as it made sure you took everything. You mewled and melted as you nuzzled its chest and taking in its scent, the alien musk you grew to crave. Pawing softly at its fur as you tried not to squirm while it moved in soft little thrusts. Panting into its neck as you felt yourself being completely stuffed, the flared tip kissing a spot so deep in you it shouldn’t be possible, the knot plugging your little hole.

You had no concept of time, not sure if it had been hours, seconds or minutes that the alien stayed seated in you, but eventually the knot started to deflate. Making you whine into its furry chest at the sensation before it licked your jaw. A slick pop! as its lengthy cock slipped out of you, retracting into its body. It’s tongue moving closer and sliding into your mouth softly, licking into your mouth. Your brain so blissfully hazy from being stuffed, all you did was melt and suck on its tongue like it was candy, your whole body relaxing as its big clawed hand slid down your back before gently resting you down on the nest. Breaking the kiss as its hand slid over your abdomen, its eyes watching the thick white liquid leak from between your legs, almost looking remorseful that it couldn’t knot you again. One final lick to your neck before the alien left, very reluctantly going about its day even though it would dream of your slick warmth every second.

You did your normal washing routine, nice and clean and basking in the softness of your nest, getting to spend every day naked as can be. Your eyes were about to close when you heard the metal door hiss as it slid into the wall, another alien coming into the room. You knew the drill by now, crawling from your bed and kneeling in front of the intergalactic creature, nuzzling its hip and melting as it pet your hair so gently.

They never spoke to you, the only language between the two of you was soft purrs and deep rumbly and affectionate growls. It looked down to you and held your head gently as it let its cock harden. Leaning down to lick into your mouth as its cock inflated, a deep purple appendage as thick as a forearm and as long as one too. A flared tip with ridges along the side and tip, a knotted base pulsing a little as the kiss broke. Panting softly as you looked up at it with puppy like hazy eyes, lips parting with a needy drunkenness.

It cradled your head gently as it slide its tip into your mouth, they knew you couldn’t take it all, but you didn’t need to take it all. You just needed to stretch your lips around that flared tip so you could take your feeding.

Soft laps of your tongue along the slit of the flare, eyes fluttering closed as you got comfortable, purring softly while dragging your tongue. A deep affectionate growl could be heard from above you before you felt its cock pulse against your tongue. In slow spurts, it filled your mouth. A sweet sticky substance that tasted almost like honey and was just as thick, white and heavy spilling on your tongue and into your mouth.

Softly swallowing around the flared cock head, lapping your tongue gently to curl the come further into your throat, letting it fill up your little mouth before swallowing it down. Not a single thought in your head, not needing to hold your head up because the sweet alien above did it for you, no thoughts of what you needed to do today because you didn’t need to do anything. All you had to do, was swallow before the sweet discharge leaked from your mouth, a simple job for such a cute pet.

Sucking lovingly around the flared head and purring, melting at how the alien pet your hair slowly, consistent grumbling coming from deep in its chest as your sweet little mouth milked its cock. The knot flaring even though it knew it wouldn’t be locking in you, not yet.

Breathing through your nose as your tongue lapped at the slit for more of that thick come dripping down your throat. The alien rocking its hips slightly from how good your tongue felt. It’s other hand flexing, claws retracting as it tried not to grip you too hard as it felt its release building up. Sweet growly noises rumbling from its chest as it nearly panted, the way you swallowed around its cock had its thighs tensing, getting closer and closer.

It didn’t need to warm you, as you knew by now that when you felt it pulsing against your tongue, you needed to take a deep breath through your nose before it spilled into your mouth. A deep growl filling the air as you swallowed greedily one after another as the thick sweet come filled your mouth in long spurts, a little leaking from your mouth. Licking and swallowing over and over till you milked the alien dry, your first feeding of the day officially done.

It slid the tip from your lips and as its cock retracted, it leaned down with a bliss in its eyes as it licked the mess from your chin and cheeks, its version of affection before it left, looking back at you like it was smitten before it had to leave.

You crawled back to your nest, eyes heavy and a happy little smile on your lips, sighing and daydreaming about the next alien who’d come wake you up from your nap and knot you again, who’d pamper you with cuddles and proper food and affection, like they all considered themselves your mate.

Yawning softly as you curled up, ready to take a nap. Nearly falling asleep to the idea of all your alien mates licking along your neck, a couple of tongues down your throat, sweetly squirming a little as you were about to fall asleep.

Until the door slid open again.

[wereminotaur]

If I come out of retirement and write the nastiest most self indulgent alien hybrid smut with knotting and cum feeding, what would be the verdict?

Do I write nasty alien smut?

Yes!!!

Ew

Voting ended onJul 7

Didn’t need the full 24 hours, already did it

The Taste of Honey

[wereminotaur]

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I love you so much! I always look forward to your unhinged feedback

This is my genuine reaction every time I read your prose

[wereminotaur]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡

⋆♱✮☽ ⚰︎ ☽✮♰⋆♱✮☽ ⚰︎ ☽✮♰⋆

ᴍᴅɴɪ ♱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ♱ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ x ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

warning: mind control

⋆♱✮☽ ⚰︎ ☽✮♰⋆♱✮☽ ⚰︎ ☽✮♰⋆

His eyes were glowing.

Either you were drunk, or the man across the music hall’s eyes were glowing. But then again, both can be true.

A sweet yellow warmth contrasted with the chill of how his gaze pierced through you as he watched every little movement. The way your fingers fiddled with one of your rings, how your throat bobbed when you swallowed nervously. You weren’t even focused on the blaring music anymore, not able to tell the difference between the rumble of the drums and the thump of your own heart, frozen in place like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a wolf.

The room felt too small, the waves of human bodies nudging you making you want to scream, feet itching to bolt. The second the man blinked, even that half second was enough to break the spell, you bolted for the door. Breath coming out in soft but laboured breaths as you ran down the stairs, just barely keeping yourself from tumbling.

You didn’t stop until you made it outside to the cold air of the night, panting as you hid around the corner. You poor thing, so focused on the danger you escaped to notice anything about your surroundings. Too drunk to be aware of the two men down the alley in which you were in the mouth of, hand to your chest as you tried to calm down your racing heart. You only noticed you weren’t alone when you heard the metallic clang of a can being kicked by a boot, the men stalking closer. Jumping in place, startled from your panicked reverie as your head snapped towards them, nothing more than shadows moving in the darkness. The street lamp casting just enough light to see the hooded figures moving slowly closer as you stumbled back.

Too clumsy and a little too drunk to stop yourself from falling to the ground, your palm being cut on the jagged gravel as you fumbled to keep yourself up. Scrambling back before the air left your body, two yellow orbs catching your eye from behind the shoulder of the closest man.

The two men were dragged back into the darkness of the alley, rustling of clothes and the thunk of bodies hitting the ground. Before long, you heard the slick ripping of flesh, cracking of bones and gurgling of bloodied screams dying in the throats of mutilated men. Your hands shaking as you froze in fear, whimpering softly before you saw the yellow eyes lock on you from knee height just 7ft away.

The… creature stalked closer, moving slowly in an attempt not to scare you more than you already were. When the streetlight hit him, you saw long dark hair with the tips wet with blood, glasses low on his nose, lips parted with crimson dripping down his chin, sharp canines just peaking from his lips. The darkened skin making his yellow eyes all the more prominent, black clothing making him melt into the alley shadows behind him.

You made no move to run when he reached out to you, the larger hand being so gentle as it moved to cup your face, calloused thumb running across your lip, a smear of blood in its wake. His grip slipped down to your bloodied hand, looking up at you from under eyelashes as he dipped his head down, long tongue gently licking from the base of your palm to the ridge of one of your rings. Your heart beating too fast, head getting dizzy from the sight of your own blood gathered on his tongue, the last thing you heard before passing out was a soft and low.

“Shhhh~”

-

You didn’t know what time it was.

Black out curtains making the unknown hotel room all the more ominous. Shooting up from the bed with a gasp, eyes widened and trying to see in the darkness. A soft click made you jump as a soft lamp light dimly lit the room, illuminating the figure in the corner of the room. The yellow eyes that seemed to be all too familiar to you at this point, the only thing that gave you the slightest bit of comfort. Your racing heart slowly calming down the longer you held eye contact, he watched as the muscles in your body slowly relaxed. If you were in your right mind, you’d wonder why the creature who once terrified you now made you feel at home, like nothing was wrong when he was around. You’d also wonder why your neck was tender and slightly aching, why you felt freshly showered.

But there wasn’t a single thought in your head.

Not as he stepped closer, cupping your cheek so lovingly before guiding you to stand up. His other hand slid down to the small of your back, inching under the fabric so he could feel your skin under his hands. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck so he could brush his lips against the mark on your throat, his lips trailing higher in a slow, torturous pace, making your knees feel weak. He moved you so you were gently pushed against the wall, so plaint in his grip. His thumb brushing your skin as he looked over you, eyes lingering on the healed puncture marks on your throat. His body pressed flush against yours as his lips pressed the softest kiss to the corner of your mouth, a pleased thrill running through him at the sight of your hazy eyes.

He cradled the back of your head so gently before closing the distance between the two of you, and the second his lips pressed against yours, the tension left your body. Melting against him as his lips moved in a slow and enchanting pace, his tongue sliding across your lower lip, waiting for you to part your lips so his tongue could slide next to yours. Your soft moan spilling into his mouth as his tongue gently swirled with yours, your brain getting foggy as the warmth filled your body, feeling so eager to be flush against him.

He broke the kiss with a little grin, looking down to you as soft pants of breath left you, looking up at him with such a dazed affection. Keeping his eyes on yours as his hand moved to undo his belt, his strong hand adding pressure to coax you to slip to your knees.

You obeyed without second thought, sinking to your knees, blinking up at him with submissive eyes as his hand slipped to your hair gently. The night light in the bathroom behind him caught your eye, just able to see a bloodied hand sticking out from the hotel tub, making your eyes widen.

“Shh shh shh, love~ eyes up here”

A sweet rumble of a voice filling your ears as his hand guided you to look at him again, bringing your attention in the right direction.

“I’m here now… no need to worry your little head..”

A soft sigh leaving him as he gently tugged down the hem of his boxers, freeing himself from the confines. A gasp leaving your lips at the size, a slight bolt of fear running through you, not sure if you’d be able to take it all. Your fears snipped before they even fully formed, his hand cradling the back of your head as his other hand took a hold of himself, slowly pumping his hand over his cock, the head barely brushing your lips.

“Just sit pretty, pet… you’re safe with me”

Your lips parting without a second thought as his words calmed you, keeping your eyes on his as he slowly pushed his hips forward, the back of your head gently pressed to the wall behind you. He barely pushed to the back of your throat before you were gagging softly, eyes brimming with tears as he slid a little deeper. Your hand scrambling to grip the side of his thigh, nails biting the fabric of his jeans as he murmured soft praises, fingers gentle in your hair.

“That’s it~ through your nose, love…”

He took his time, letting you get used to the size as he slowly rocked his hips, starting to push in and out of your mouth. You couldn’t help but gag around him a little but soon your throat relaxed. Letting him push deeper as he nestled further down, the groan that spilled from his lips made your eyes flutter. No thoughts in your head as you let him cradle your head in both hands, pulling back just enough for the head of his cock to be left between your lips before pushing back in.

Choking around him more as he pushed all the way in, tears spilling down your cheeks as your eyes stayed on his, even while your nose got pressed into the thatch of dark hair below his abdomen. Squirming a little in his grip before his fingers tightened in your hair, a silent warning that you wouldn’t be let go until you stayed still. Your nails digging into the meat of his thighs as you tried to breathe through your nose, finally relaxing your throat enough.

Your gaze flicked up to his, a comfort washing through your body as his yellow eyes met yours, a little smile on his lips as he murmured.

“Just like that, darling~”

He held your head in place as he started to move his hips back and forth, building up a rhythm. Making sure you took it as deep as you could, making you choke on him just so he could watch the way the tears welled in your eyes. And yet, you stayed so obediently still, letting him take what he wanted because for the first time in years, you felt safe. Even as his cock bruised your throat, you felt so loved with your head cradled in his hands.

He guided you, telling you to hollow your cheeks, to use a bit more teeth, his groans and pants of breath getting louder as you felt him pulse in your throat. He head tilted back as his grip in your hair tightened, his eyes half lidded as his thrusts got more eager, tears streaming down your cheeks. His noises were music to your ears as you gave in to the sensations, letting the submissive craving take over you, clinging to his thighs almost in desperation to be closer. And when you felt his hips stutter forward, pressing as deep in your throat as he could, you melted against the wall.

Eyes fluttering as you felt him pulse on your tongue, spilling down your throat with an unholy groan.

“F-Fuck~”

Making an electric jolt run through you, a heat pool between your thighs as you swallowed around him on instinct. A sweet moan leaving him as you took it all, watching you with loving eyes as he only pulled back when he felt himself softening. You were mentally hazy, eyes half lidded and lips parted as you panted, watching him tuck himself back in his jeans, leaving to slip into the bathroom, hearing the faucet running. He came back and gently cleaned your face with a warm wash cloth, all while looking at you with so much fondness in his eyes. Drying your cheeks before guiding you up off the floor, taking a moment to strip the both of you down to your underwear, all while pressing gentle kisses to the skin of your shoulder, one of his hands rubbing your back. He opened the soft sheets for both of you to slip under, your body relaxing the second he crawled in behind you, the contact of his skin against yours making you feel a peace you hadn’t felt in years.

Your back was to his chest, his head resting on top of yours as he held you as close as he could. Even if he was a cold bodied creature, your warmth was heavenly to him, the thick blankets making the sweetest cocoon around the two of you. You couldn’t help but let out soft hums as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head, murmuring into your hair.

“Sleep well, my darling~ you’re not going anywhere…”

Did he kidnap you while you were under the influence? Maybe. Mind control you into sweet complacency after brutally murdering two people infront of you? Perhaps. Make you a thrall against your will then fuck your throat in a hotel with dead bodies in the bathroom? Most definitely.

But he’d murder thousands of people and chase you across the country to make sure no one ever harmed a hair on your pretty head ever again.

[wereminotaur]

I LOVEEE THE FRAT IDEA SM!:!:!:!:!/!!/ imagine they don’t even have one of those like joining rituals and they just make one up on the spot as an escuse to touch you GRGRGRRGEGGEG!/!/!/!/!/!!/!:!::!:!:!/himbo monster frat🤤!:!:!:!:!!:!:!3!!:!3!2!3!!/!:!:!:!:!:! goes insane and dies

miau anon :33 mwa mwa

Miau, baby, YOU SEE THE VISION

Like km talking himbo monsters absolutely OBSESSED with you, like dead ass just making some silly ritual on the spot just so they can ruin you. It has been a brain rot, I simply must write it before October ends.

Everyone, this is my emotional support anon, even if no one else followed me I would still write monster smut just for them😭

[wereminotaur]

Okay okay hear me out. You’re the new pledge for a monster fraternity house, the first human ever. And they’re just so curious about you! So they changed their hazing this year, instead of the usual silly little traditions, they coax you into letting them play with you. Monsters on all sides of you, hands so curious and lavishing you in praise and affection, making your brain go fuzzy. They take turns finding out just how much cock you can take and take their time pushing that limit, all while cherishing you and calling you their little angel.

Do you see my vision?

Yes!!

Maybe?

Not my thing

Voting ended onOct 22, 2025

[wereminotaur]

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He always worked so bloody late.

You understood why, you weren’t so dumb that you didn’t see the importance of your elvish king. But it didn’t stop you from stopping by his study, trying to seem as casual as you could while wearing as little as possible. Even just peaking your head in and asking if he needed anything was enough to get his attention.

He lifted his head up from the scrolls on the long desk, looking at you over his glasses, not saying anything for a beat. You watched as his piercing green eyes flicked over your body subtly, meeting your eyes as he moved in smooth motions. Biting the elastic at his wrist to slide it to his fingers while he tied up his long brown hair, exposing his pointed ears. Rolling his shoulders back and undoing his belt as he looked at you and then to the desk in front of him, finally uttering the first word he’d spoken to you in hours.

“Now.”

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[ozzgin]

Orc stepdad finds you in the washing machine afterwards

(Sloppy seconds.)

Content: gender neutral reader, monster smut, NSFW, stepcest, depravity warning!!

Orc stepdad would’ve never entertained the idea of seeing you as anything other than his beloved human family. Well, until he found you sprawled in the bathroom, heaving and visibly disheveled. Judging by the state of your body and the marks peppered all over, he rightfully assumed his son was at fault.

Common sense would've dictated that he takes you to your room, tucks you in, and forgets about the incident. If only you didn't cling onto him so lewdly. Then maybe he wouldn't have pressed you against the wall, asking if you want to know how the real deal feels like. It certainly didn't help that you begun nodding in a haze, propping yourself against him with newfound enthusiasm.

Once he's done pounding you numb, he picks you up lovingly and returns you to your chamber.

"This stays between us, love. Alright?"

[Orc Stepbrother]

[dr4cul4f4ng]

Your feet barely touched the ground before he had you inside his tent. One second you were speaking to him, the next his huge hand wrapped around your wrist, dragging you into the dim, musky space. The air smelled of leather, smoke, and male need—thick enough that your breath hitched.

He slammed the flap shut and turned, chest heaving, tusks bared in something that was not a smile. His eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide, his body trembling with the kind of hunger you could feel in your bones.

“Need you,” he growled, voice rough like gravel grinding against stone. “Now.”

You had no time to answer. His massive hand fisted in your clothes and tore, fabric shredding like parchment. You gasped as cool air licked over your bare skin, nipples hardening instantly under his hungry gaze.

Then he was on you—pressing you down onto the furs, his weight a crushing, intoxicating force. His mouth found your neck, tusks scraping, teeth biting hard enough to bruise. You moaned as his tongue followed, hot and wet, marking you as his.

“Mine,” he snarled into your throat, hips grinding against yours. You felt him—gods, you felt him—thick and hard, already leaking, straining against the rough hide pants that barely held him. The sheer size of him made your stomach twist with both fear and aching want.

He didn’t bother undressing you gently. Your legs were spread wide by his hands, pinned apart as he ripped at his laces, freeing himself with a guttural sound that made your pulse stutter.

You glanced down and gasped. He was massive, thick veins bulging along his shaft, slick with precum that dripped down to his heavy balls. Your mouth went dry.

“Too big—” you started, but he cut you off with a sharp kiss, teeth clashing against yours, his tongue invading your mouth until you were gasping against him.

“You take me,” he grunted, voice low and shaking. “You take all. Need to breed you, fill you, make you swollen with me.”

The words sent a jolt straight through you, heat pooling between your thighs. Your protest melted into a whimper as he pressed the broad head of his cock against your entrance, already slick from your arousal. He pushed—hard. The stretch was brutal, burning, tearing you open wider than you thought possible.

You clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into thick muscle. “Fuck—it’s—”

“Relax,” he growled, forcing himself deeper, inch by merciless inch. “You can take it. You will.”

The blunt crown popped inside with a shock of pain and pleasure that made your back arch. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He shoved forward until you were crying out, your walls fluttering helplessly around the sheer girth filling you. By the time his hips met yours, you were split wide, stuffed so full you swore you could feel him pressing against your stomach.

“Perfect,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple. “Tight, hot… gods, you’re made for me.”

Then he moved.

The first thrust drove the air from your lungs, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, obscene slap. You screamed, nails dragging red lines down his back. He grunted in answer, rutting into you with animal desperation, each thrust deeper, harder, faster than the last. The furs beneath you grew damp with your slick as he used you, your body trembling from the force.

You could barely think, barely breathe. The stretch was overwhelming, the friction devastating, your clit grinding against the base of his cock with every savage thrust. Pleasure bloomed sharp and unbearable, your moans spilling loud and broken into the air.

“Gonna fill you,” he panted, voice hoarse with need. “Stuff you so full, you’ll leak for days. Breed you till your belly round with my seed.”

The filth of it snapped something inside you. You came hard, body clenching down around him, milking him as stars burst behind your eyes. He roared, slamming deep, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed violently inside you.

Hot, thick cum flooded your womb in heavy spurts, spilling past the seal of your stretched pussy to drip down your ass. You sobbed at the heat, at the fullness, at the way he kept thrusting through it, chasing more.

He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Even as his seed leaked out, he growled and pulled back only to pound into you again, chasing another climax, another release. His rut had no end—only need.

By the time his weight finally collapsed against you, your body was trembling, thighs sticky and soaked, cunt aching and stretched raw from being filled over and over. His cock still twitched inside you, stubbornly hard, as if ready to start all over again the moment he caught his breath.

His teeth scraped your ear, voice rough but softer now. “Not done. Gonna breed you all night.”

Your only answer was a hoarse, broken moan.

[monsterloverwriter]

Orcs aren't a hear me out. They're a hold me back.

[snowyves]

Kinktober..

Kinktober means stomach bulges from your monster husbands' massive cock and excessive semen that also act as an aphrodisiac and a special chemical that stretches you out to help you better accomodate him.

[specsthesecond]

Imagine how hard it must be getting out of bed in the morning with your massive orc husband passed tf out on top of you.

Snoring in your ear, arms slung over you to pull your back into his chest, his leg over yours too. You're not going anywhere lmao.

Feeling all his dead weight on you makes you realise how gentle he is with you when he's awake.

You have to shuffle around quite a bit before stirring him, even then he only digs his tusks into the crook of your neck and mumbles some sleepy gibberish.

Asking him to let you get up will get you nothing but a grumble as he brings the sheets up over your shoulders and traps you in a cozy prison.

The only possibilities for escape are:

1. Telling him you have to pee, in which he'll begrudgingly let you go. He follows you to the bathroom door, blanket around his shoulders, waiting for you to do your business. He'll then snatch you up the second you open the door and carry you back to bed so you can make up for lost cuddle time.

2. Waking him up with a morning fuck. Just grind back on him and he'll hum lowly, kissing up your neck, his cock waking up as he grinds back on you. Emptying his balls in your hole seems to be the best way to get him up and going for the day. Afterwards, you'll be fucked out in bed while he walks around the bedroom, all awake and cheery while getting dressed, making the bed, asking you what you want for breakfast and what the plans are for the day.

[wereminotaur]

(A little different from my usual style of post but)

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦.

What monster is in bed with you?

Werewolf

Vampire

Ghost

Minotaur

Naga

Orc

Demon

Hybrid

Other (tell in comments!)

Voting ended onOct 16, 2025

[wereminotaur]

Hi!

I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a nympho fairy!reader piece with a pretty significant size kink? I imagine they have a high libido and can get off on a finger or the rough fabric of their mate's clothes but when it's time to take care of their mate's needs or desires they have to use a significant amount of of their body to pleasure their mate? Mate can be any gender or species, just big. Hoping to end stuffed/covered in their cum. Hoping to be degraded. Hoping to rub a tiny fairy body up and down some monster cock....

[ask and ye shall receive! Sorry it took me a little bit for this one, hope it was worth it!]

𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✰ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ✰ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴏᴛᴀᴜʀ x ɢɴ ꜰᴀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 𐦍༘⋆

You were just so tiny.

To an average human, a fairy would be roughly the size of their hand, not the tiniest thing in the world but still rather small. Most of the fae ended up with a human mate, it wasn’t exactly something they could control. Just like how you couldn’t control when your mate was a beast, nor could you help that you barely took up the length of his palm.

Technically, he was a human, it was just that he was under a curse. But if anyone asked you, you didn’t see it as much of a curse.

Devilishly handsome fellow, and even if he didn’t have his mischievous blue eyes or the heart melting grin that showed off his teeth, he was big. A little over 7 feet tall, muscled arms and thighs covered in the softest fur. Sturdy horns protruding from his luscious mane of brown fur, long canine teeth that seemed to almost be longer than your arm. But your favourite feature, was his hands. Sure he had sharp claws, but since he’d found you, his little mate, he kept one singular claw clipped, and it was for moments like this.

He was in a meeting of sorts, the castle was called together so he could keep check with those who helped keep it running. Hear their complaints, see if anything needed improving, he was good to them that way. It was held in the central part of the castle, a big stone room with large paned windows along the walls, casting a mid day glow in the room. An enormous oak table lined with all sorts of different staff members, everything a little silly from a talking tea pot to a rather mouthy little clock, all of them with something to say.

But you’d been so impatient, thinking about him while you’d laid up in his bed all alone, desperately grinding against the pillow that had his scent on it. He had told you over and over again he’d see you after the meeting, but that wasn’t good enough. And that certainly hadn’t stopped you from subtly making your way through the castle and to his lap, barely anyone noticing the soft flap of your little wings. When you settled right on top of his thigh, you could just see his eyes widen a little. His large hand gripping the side of his leg under the table, tangling in the fur there to keep himself under control as he snuck a quick peek down to you. You could hear the subtle growl rumble from his chest as he took in the state you were in. Soft pink cheeks, hair a little tussled, it was obvious you’d just been playing with yourself, wearing only the little shirt he’d had tailored to be a nightshirt for you, made from some of the old clothes he used to have.

He didn’t even think twice about it, his other hand moving to pin you easily down, laying against the soft bed that was his furry thigh. Keeping his attention on the meeting, listening to what one of the cleaners had to say as his middle finger with the clipped nail settled between your thighs, making you squeak. You’d known this was what you wanted, but you hadn’t thought he’d give in so quickly. He could feel the mess there, how you were already just a little open for him, a bit of a grin splitting on his lips as he prodded your little hole. Having to bite your lip to keep yourself from being too loud, making sure the staff couldn’t hear your squeaks, but it was hard to do so when you felt the way his finger pushed forward, filling you slowly and easily.

Eyes fluttering as you moved your own hand to cover your mouth, a shiver running down your spine as he curled his finger up to hit that sweet spot, little bulge in your lower abdomen when his finger bottomed out. Thighs trembling just a little as he started to pump his finger in and out, completely focused on the meeting as he pulled his finger back just to push it all the way forward again. It shouldn’t be able to feel this good, making your brain a little fuzzy just from a few pumps. It was no question why you hadn’t been able to wait, touching yourself was nothing now, especially when you remembered so vividly what it was like to have him stuff you.

When your eyes refocused, you could see the large flare slowly rising between his thighs. Engorged cock started to stand at attention, red and pulsing a little as he felt how your hole tightened around his finger. Both of you had had endless daydreams about what it would be like if the two of you could truly fuck. It wasn’t for a lack of trying either, it was that the width of his tip was nearly bigger than the width of your body, something that just wasn’t possible without hurting you. And as badly as he wanted to fuck your sweet little brains out, he’d rather die than hurt his tiny mate.

So he stuck with this. With curling his finger just the right way to feel you squirm on his thigh, filling you up till you were a mewling mess nestled in his fur. He tried to focus on the meeting, he really did, he cared about how his staff was doing, but every time he tried, the feeling of your slick hole tightening around his finger drew his mind right back to you. The way your little hand gripped the fur of his thigh, the way he could hear the soft pants of your breath even when you muffled them, you were driving him crazy. He could barely keep himself together, drool threatening to leave his lips as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your face twisted in pleasure as he sped up.

His spiralling arousal was interrupted by the shy voice of one of the staff, repeating his name to get his attention. His head snapping up and looking around the room, trying to ignore the throbbing of his leaking cock under the table, speaking in the most collected voice he could manage

“Meeting dismissed.”

His eyes followed the staff as they left, making sure every single one of them was out of the room before he let out a low and dangerous growl. Pushing his chair out so he could get a proper look at you, his free hand that was on the table tensed, his claws digging grooves into the wood as he let out a breathy

“Fuck~”

Watching how you reacted when he sped his finger up, his free hand moving to wrap around himself and giving slow strokes, shaking his head a little

“No, no, you don’t get to muffle your fucking noises now. You wanna act like a slut? Then start moaning like one.”

Your hand falling away from your lips as the heat in your abdomen flared, making your thighs tremble softly as he got more intense with the thrusts of his finger. Your eyes flicking between the red and leaking tip of his massive cock and his eyes, how they were glazed over with a certain needy lust. You couldn’t stop the noises spilling from your lips, lewd moans and whiny mewls as you felt the tension starting to build in your abdomen. Watching him getting off to watching you was a treat you always tried to savour. Yes, his finger alone could have gotten you off, but you craved seeing him like this. Like he was an animal that wanted nothing more than to absolutely ruin you.

He could feel the way your insides were tightening around him, his own hand closing more firmly as he stroked his cock. He had to make a decision, if he wanted to let you get off now, or make you earn it. And you’d been such a brat, interrupting one of his meetings wearing nothing but a shirt that smelled like him and an already slick hole. No, he was going to make you earn it.

He ignored the whine that left you when he pulled his finger away, flicking your shirt off of you as he picked you up with ease. He ordered you without saying a word, silent command to wrap your arms and legs around his throbbing cock, a low hiss leaving him at the contact of your skin against him. His hand kept you in place, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he gently moved you along him, up and down slowly. The aching between your thighs ground up against him as he moved you, making soft moans spill from you as you held on tight. His voice coming out in a low groan at the feeling

“O-Oh fuck~”

He could feel your soft breath against his sensitive skin, making his cock twitch as he tried to control himself, to make sure he didn’t hurt you. The desperate rocking and grinding of your hips against him didn’t help at all, your mess only making it easier for him to move you along him. He damn near lost it when he felt your soft little tongue against him, making him let out a noise that was almost a whine. You licked and lapped slowly at the tip, just grazing the slit as you felt him shudder. His one hand gripping the arm of his chair to control himself, panting while his claws dug into it, splintering the wood as he fought the urge to buck his hips. Starting to babble as he increased his hand, his cock nudging your chin

“Fucking dammit… told you… told you after the meeting… but no, no~ fucking nympho… wanted my cock so badly, huh? Then take it~ then fucking take it.”

He wasn’t angry, his tone made that clear, his words could’ve been a searing taunt, but instead came out more like desperate whining. The death grip of his hand on the chair made it crumble in his palm, his breath getting more ragged, eyes half lidded as he felt that familiar tension rising in his gut.

Your hips grinding eagerly, rubbing yourself against a throbbing vein on his cock as you could feel it pulse against you. Licking more eagerly at the slit as your eyes fluttered before focusing back on him, a flash of heat running through you that made you whimper at the sight of him. The way his teeth were clenched and barred, his own thighs trembling with restraint as he fought the urge to thrust. You may have loved pleasure for yourself, but god you loved watching it on him even more. Your mate, at the breaking point from using your body as a cock sleeve, it was too much for you.

He felt your thighs shaking around him at the pressure built to the breaking point in your abdomen, your little scream of bliss leaving you as you rode out your high against the bump of his vein. He wasn’t far after, letting out a lewd and loud moan as his toes curled, nearly making you choke with the flood of cum that left him. The pair of you left shaking and panting from the bliss of release, brains foggy and eyes barely open.

The bliss slowly faded away, he was the first to come back to his senses, a worried sound leaving him when he saw you, clinging to his slowly softening cock with his cum dripping down you. It was enough to make him pulse a little but he pushed down the feeling as he cradled you in his hand, cooing as he moved towards the nearest washroom

“Poor little angel~ oh sweet baby, I’m gonna get you cleaned up. You did so good for me, such a good little mate.”

His words making your brain a little fuzzy as you looked up at him with all the love in the world in your eyes, melting in his palm as you let him carry you, setting you down on the counter as he ran a little bath for you in the sink. Your breathing finally slowing down, your body feeling boneless as you kept your eyes on him as he gently set you in the soothing hot water, helping you wash your hair with the gentlest of hands.

Maybe some things were better than sex.