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Hello there! I'm a 20+ yr old asexual and autistic who likes to write (allegedly) stories involving monsters. Main monster account is @monstersflashlight and you can go there to read all stories (but we have a masterlist down below). Also, personal account (if someone is interested) is @angela-feelstoomuch :)
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hey can i request a story where reader comes across a newborn gnoll and discovers it has an appetite for something other then flesh ;)
Request2: I think people are sleeping on gnolls. They've got the ferocity thing of werewolves, a pack structure that encourages sharing, they're matriarchal so there's lots of wlw/femdom potential, and the females have a pseudo-penis they can use for penetration!
A/N: I wrote this to be f/f but when I re-read it I realized it could also be gn, so here. Enjoy!
Hunger for you
Gnolls x gn!reader || heat (implied), oral sex, rough sex
When you first saw her, you were on your way to the grocery store and she was wiping tables at the local restaurant. Your eyes met for half a second, and in that tiny slip of time, something inside of you snapped. And by the looks of it, she also felt it.
She stared at you intensely. For so long that you could feel her eyes burning holes in your back while you walked away, confused by the sudden emotions brewing inside of you. Your hole was clenching, you felt hot all over, and your arousal was shimmering at low for the rest of your trip to the shop.
When you walked back, she was resting her back on the brick wall outside the restaurant, her big body looking incredibly imposing. And once again, when your eyes met, your body warmed to the point that your clothes felt suffocating. You tried to rush, your steps further and further apart, faster and faster until you were almost running. You were so focused on getting home that you barely registered a voice calling your name. How did she know your name? You couldn’t care about that, you needed to get into your house so you could get some kind of relief to your growing arousal. What was wrong with you?
The second you opened your door, a big paw appeared next to your head, pushing it open and helping you inside. You were panting, literally panting, and your hole was clenching painfully over nothing. The only word that left your mouth was a soft plea, and she acted in seconds.
Your clothes flew through the air, her words explaining how you were going through something called a heat, but your brain was too scattered to focus on her words. You stared at her paws groping your body, focusing on the way her long tongue was exploring your neck and moaning your name. You could barely think straight on a normal day, but right now, with a strong gnoll in front of you shredding her clothes? You were done for.
Your vocabulary reduced to “please” and “hurry”, and her claws methodically talking all the clothes off your body before they found your hole. She cursed so loud it rang in your ears, and you rolled your hips, asking for more and more. You were still in the middle of your living room, but who cared when you were so fucking horny you felt like burning.
The gnoll in front of you helped you to your back, the cold tiles feeling incredible against your overheated skin. Her voice got reduced to a husky growl against your neck, and you were desperate for more, curling your legs around her middle and letting out a gasp when you felt her pseudo-penis rubbing your hypersensitive hole.
Luckily for you, she seemed as desperate as you, so it didn’t take long for her to be right where you wanted her most. Her pseudo-penis at your entrance, her long tongue against your neck, and her hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew those were going to bruise. Your brain melted into pleasure at the mere thought of being marked by her.
You’d never needed anything with such intensity before. And you were ready, even if you weren’t sure for what. She could do whatever she wanted to you, and you’d be thankful. “This is going to be rough,” she whispered against your skin and you nodded frantically. Wanting it. Needing it.
After that, everything felt like a blur of bodies, pseudo-penis, and you were feeling better than you ever had. Your bodies dance to a tune never heard before while she fucked into you like her life depended on it. Yours surely did.
Between her “I didn’t know humans could be so delightful” and “your hole belongs to me, now”, you couldn’t catch a breath. Her filthy words and even filthier movements in and out of your hole were like kryptonite to your fried nerves. You wanted it all. You needed it all. Your whole universe was focused on the point where she was fucking into you.
And when your orgasm approached, it was like a collision of galaxies creating an expansive wave that threw your own thoughts out of your brain. You screamed, or maybe you didn’t. You moaned, or maybe you remained silent. Your body was not your own when the only thing you could feel was blinding pleasure while your body shook under hers. She continued fucking you through it, and by the time you came back into your senses, she was roaring over you, her head thrown back and her claws pinching your sides when she came undone on top of you.
She fell to the side not to crush you under her weight. A vague memory of what they said about gnolls filtered through your incoherent thoughts. They ate their sex partners. They finished with them and then they ate them. She was breathing hard next to you, but his fangs looked incredibly big in the low light of your living room. A spark of fear ignited inside of you, and she looked to the side, her eyes fixated on your face. She arched an eyebrow, a clear question left in the air between you.
After a beat of silence you couldn’t hold yourself back. “Is that- They say-” You voice was breathless, trying to explain to her why your heartbeat was going crazy. “Are you going to eat me now?” You finally let out, too fucked out to be really scared, but the spark of fear still shimmering inside of you.
“I’m definitely hungry for some flesh,” she growled next to your ear, and you let out an undignified squeal when her rough paws found your hips and she lowered her face until she was close to your neck. She nibbled at the tendon there, sending mixed signals of fear and desire through your body. “I’m going to devour you,” she lets out in a low tone that is nothing but sexy.
In a movement so fast you barely caught it with your human eyes, she was between your legs, and his way too long tongue was pushing into your hole. The scream that left your mouth was so loud you were pretty sure your neighbors were going to call the police. But the heat of her tongue was so good inside of you that you didn’t care if you ended up in prison for noise complaints. Fuck it.
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Exhibitionism week 1. The park: When your minotaur boyfriend suggested a run through the park, being fucked behind the bushes wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you aren’t about to deny him when you want it, too.
Exhibitionism week 2. The cinema: Your orc boyfriend loves a little too much to get handy in the darkness, no matter where you are. But why would you say anything when you are enjoying yourself?
Exhibitionism week 3. The botanical garden: Who could have guessed that going to visit the botanical garden would end with you tied to a tree and fucked by a dryad? Not that you are complaining either way...
Exhibitionism week 4. The window: Visiting your werewolf boyfriend at the office is always fun, especially when he decides you don’t smell enough like him so he has to fuck you. Right there, right now, in front of the huge windows… and with people watching right across the street.
Imagine being surrounded by a dragon's horde. He left a while ago, and you got tired of waiting, so you decided to explore. The first thing you checked were the windows, which opened to a field filled with flowers and the most amazing views of the mountains you've ever seen. You aren't sure where you are, but you know there's nobody else around. It should fill you with dread, maybe you should be scared, but right now you can only feel the anger boiling inside of you because he not only kidnapped you, but he ran away before you could scream at him because of it.
You continue exploring, finding room after room of fine paintings and the most beautiful dresses and jewelry you've ever seen. Every place you look at, there's something ancient and probably expensive to look at. You are mesmerized, but the anger keeps boiling over all other feelings.
Movement behind you startles out of your spiral. You turn around to see a scared-looking dragon who is tentatively stepping into the room you are in.
The dragon appears in front of you, carrying at least twelve grocery bags that he unceremoniously drops in front of you. A few ice cream containers fall from the bags, and you stare at them. Then at him. Then back at the ice cream. He doesn't offer any explanation.
"What is this?" You ask him, more confused than anything else. He left hours ago, he dropped you into this castle and ignored your existence, and all of sudden he's back and dropping a bunch of ice cream in front of you.
"Ice cream. You- You said you wanted your ice cream... So i went and got you some. I didn't know which one was your favorite, so I picked one of each. I hope that's okay. Yes. Okay. Ice cream," he stutters through his little speech, and you hate how adorable you find that.
Request: the sweet minotaur jerking off to his imagination of fucking the reader once he gets home
A/N: This is part 2 of this one story. You don’t need to read that one but it would be better if you do. Enjoy!
From dinner to alleyway fucking (part 2)
Minotaur (POV) || dirty talk, degradation (on himself), public sex, (accidental) exhibitionism, vouyerism
He’s walking home, so tired after a crushing day at work, when he sees you running down the street. He’s almost obscured by the shadows, and he’s pretty sure you don’t see him. He watches you run into the alleyway, his heartbeat going a mile per minute, the possibility that you are being followed, and he has to intervene too big for him to rest.
He follows you from afar, and when he sees the big gargoyle landing next to you, he’s ready to charge in his direction. His horns won’t be able to do much against his stone skin, but he can definitely try. He’s not about to let a gargoyle take advantage of a cute and hot human.
But that’s not what happens, he’s far away that you don’t see him, but close enough that he can hear the conversation. “Shh, it’s me, kitten,” the big gargoyle says while he crowds you against the wall.
You clearly know the gargoyle, and by the way your bodies are pressed together… You know each other very well. Oh. Oh! It takes him a minute to realize he’s the one being weird here.
“Oh, but it is, kitten. You are so scared, such a sweet little lamb running away from the big bad gargoyle chasing you down…” He’s getting dizzy hearing the gargoyle’s dirty talk. His dick has never been so hard. “You smell so much better now… All scared and horny. My kitten is always ready to play, isn’t she?”
You are trembling in the gargoyle’s arms, your whole body shivering while the adrenaline crashes, but he can smell your arousal from where he’s still hidden around the corner. He can smell his arousal, too. It’s intoxicating. The mix of you and the gargoyle is making him as hard as a rock. Harder than the gargoyle right there. He feels shitty, he feels like a creep, but he can’t look away from you two.
And then the gargoyle starts to touch you, and he feels his eyes glued to the image. This feels better than porn, the mortification of him being a creep in this situation is only making him harder. He’s going to hell for this, but good goddess, he can’t look away.
And the gargoyle keeps talking, much to his demise. “You go out looking this delicious and no underwear on? It’s like you were wanting to be chased by a monster,” the way he growls the last phrase is enough to make his balls tingle.
“I’m- I’m sorry,” you stutter, sounding incredibly cute and adorable, which only makes him feel worse… and hornier. “It’s laundry day,” you continue. “I- I didn’t- Fuck. I didn’t have clean underwear.” He’s losing his mind at the idea of your pretty human pussy. He reaches up to rub the base of his horns, sparks of desire and pleasure shooting down his spine and right towards his dick.
“I think you are lying. I think you like to go out without underwear. It makes your pussy wet to think someone could catch a glimpse because you are a dirty, dirty kitten.”
He’s never been into dirty talk, but he could be convinced if it’s the gargoyle talking to him like that. The idea of the big gargoyle crowding him against the wall and telling him how much of a pervert he is. How dirty for looking at them right now… He has to bite down on his lower lip not to moan out loud.
“All fiery and bratty until I get my hand on your pussy. It’s like you have a remote control, the second I push the right buttons…”
He would pay for the gargoyle to touch his buttons right now. To touch his dick. To shove him to the ground and feed him his stone cock until he can’t think anymore.
He cups his dick over his pants, feeling filthy and unable to stop. The gargoyle’s voice is still low and arousing, and he wants to cry out in pleasure with the little friction he gets. “Oh, but you like it, don’t you? You like that I’m finger-fucking this pretty pussy in the open. You love the idea that somebody could walk by and see your being my good little kitten.” You moan, and his knees buckle. He has to support himself on the wall not to fall. “Of course you like it. You are such a nasty girl. And tell you what? Because you were slutty enough to not wear underwear… I’m going to fuck you right here. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to be fucked like the filthy kitten you are.”
The gargoyle’s words carry across the space, and he grinds his teeth together, his dick twitching so hard he can feel the buttons of his pants against his shaft. He’s leaking so much, there’s a huge dark spot at the front. He needs to release the tension. He opens his pants and grabs his dick, trying to ignore the little voice in his head calling him bad names. But who is he trying to lie to? The little voice makes his dick harder.
And when he pulls down your top and exposes your pretty boobs to the air… He has to open his pants before he loses his dick because of the pressure of his pants against it. Embarrassment boils in his veins, but he can’t look away. You look so good, and the gargoyle is touching you. He’s still talking… And he’s losing his mind.
A hand on his horn, another one on his dick… And he’s so ready to come already. But he wants to see this happening. He wants to see how you look when the gargoyle fucks you against the wall. Right there. In the middle of the city. In a dark alleyway. While he looks like the pervert he is.
Feeling dirty and filthy makes his knees weak while he continues to stare like a creep while you two go at it in front of him. You are bouncing on his stone dick, and he’s grunting, mumbling nonsense that he can’t hear anymore. The ringing in his ears is too loud, his dick too hard… He’s so close. He can finish before you realize he’s there, he only needs to finish and… They turn in your direction.
“He’s going to jerk off thinking of your sweet pussy and pretty tits, kitten… Bad luck for him that this is only mine.” He can barely see what the gargoyle is doing to you, but you throw your head back to moan and he snaps out of it. He puts his dick back inside his pants and runs across the street, running from his own perversion… and releasing his dick halfway through the little walk.
The second he’s hidden in the shadows, his hand is back inside his pants, jerking himself fast and hard, his whole body flushed, heat licking all his cells while he remembers everything he just saw. The huge gargoyle looks good enough to eat. You pressed against the brick wall. No panties. No bra. Looking absolutely debauched and ready to be fucked. Right there. For anybody to see. For him to see.
Added to his embarrassment for being such a pervert, he can’t stop rubbing his dick. The piercing at his tip makes him whimper as he continues jerking furiously. His knees are weak under him. He doesn’t know what you guys are doing right now, but the images in his head are enough to send him over the edge. There’s so much of it, he can’t control it.
He doesn’t even have time to point towards the wall, his dick exploding right over the crotch of his pants, soiling his underwear in the process. His heart is going so fast, his mortification making his dick twitch one last time before he releases it. It’s a whole mess. His hand is covered, his pants and underwear completely ruined… And he keeps staring across the street, to the alleyway where he’s sure you two are still fucking.
He wants to go look. He wants it more than anything. But he leans against the wall instead, his knees weak after the orgasm. He tucks himself in his pants with a grimace, the wetness there a reminder of his perversion.
It takes him a couple more seconds to realize his wallet is not in his pocket. In his rush to run out of there when the couple saw him, he fumbled with his pants, dropping his identification and money right in the street.
He looks across the road, where the gargoyle looks to either side before focusing on the little brown square on the ground. Fuck. His wallet. The smirk that breaks on the gargoyle’s face is nothing but predatory, and he can’t do anything but shiver. Looking at them like a pervert once more, across the street, his pants still soiled after his embarrassing release…
He hides further in the alleyway, obscuring his presence, but somehow, the gargoyle looks straight at him. He breathes rapidly, trying to convince himself that there’s no way the big gargoyle can see him from across the street, but the back of his head is tingling either way.
Much to his mortification, his dick twitches again inside his pants. He can feel the heat on his face, the lava pooling in his lower abdomen. The moan that escapes his mouth is pathetic, and the gargoyle’s smirk grows even bigger. You appear behind him, cuddling to his side and looking disheveled.
He curls his arm and wing over your body, showing you his lost wallet and nodding once at whatever you respond. Fuck… What is going to happen now? They know him. Are they going to report him for being a pervert?
Request: But um…if it’s not too difficult, my OC Todd (his redheaded iteration, preferrably) as a werewolf-like fae (he’s always some kind of fucking fae, don’t ask hahaha) and the chubby barista (again…cos it me haha), but Todd is a bit of a sly seducer until behind closed doors, then he gets rough and loses control…maybe have him talk his way into the barista’s apartment?
A/N: Coming back to this old commissions (here and here) with a new story in the same universe. This time a fae-werewolf hybrid. It turned out a bit more himbo-y than expected, hope that’s okay. Enjoy!
After you started fooling around, his mouth has been on you every chance he gets. He’s a bit obsessed with how hot you get, how wet your pussy is when he licks your clit. He’s basically obsessed with eating you out. And well… You aren’t about to complain about that. Seeing his red hair between your legs while he enjoys himself there does a lot for you.
But you want more. You’ve been wanting more for a little while and you know you have to tell him. You know that. He’s pure-hearted and cocky, and needs to everything spelled before he adventures himself to do anything. You know that. But dang is it hard to get over your own hangups about it.
Fucking means he’s going to see you fully naked. What if he doesn’t like you? What if eating you out is fine but seeing your rolls move while he thrusts into you is a turn off for him? So you’ve been overthinking it, okay. Not the best idea.
And then something happens. A surprise for both of you, really. Or maybe not so much of a surprise. You fell yesterday while you were cleaning, so your body took a bit more energy than you are used to, to heal, that’s it. So you are a bit tired, and while you make out on your bed, your stomach grumbles. Very loudly.
“You hungry?” He asks instantly, his head tilted to the side in that cute way that makes your insides feel like goo. His piercings are glistening under the soft light of your lamp, and he looks almost ethereal. Probably something to do with his half-fae nature.
“It’s nothing,” you respond almost as rapidly. You are a bit embarrassed that your body is betraying you like this. You should have drink some blood before he came, but you thought you’d have time. Usually you only have to feed once every two days. And you fed yesterday… But the fall fucked your schedule.
His offer is mumbled against your neck, like he’s embarrassed by it. Or maybe more excited than you give him credit for. “Drink from me.” He pulls back to look at your face and he’s beautifully blushed, almost as red as his hair. What a cutie.
“What?” You can’t believe him. “You- You know what would happen, right? You know if I bite you… You’d get the frenzy.” He nods fervently. “And you still want it? You still want me to bite you?”
Both of you know what it means. It means he’d enter the breeding frenzy, and he’d be hard as a rock (harder than he is right now), and you would fuck it out. It’s nature. And the one time you did it with one of your exes… It was a fan-tas-tic sex marathon. You’ve been too scared to suggest it to any of your other partners since, though. It was intense and intimate, and not something vampires share easily.
“Are you sure?” You ask him again, not wanting to get your hopes up, but unable to stop your giddiness. You’d love to bite him. He smells so good and you want him to experience how good the frenzy is. Plus he would fuck you senseless after, which sounds like your best fantasy right now. “I know we’ve been dating for a while, but this would mean penetration and we haven’t gotten to that yet. So if you aren’t su-”
“I’m sure,” he cuts you with his biggest smile.
He’s so sexy you want to kiss him. So you do. You grab his sweet face and press an open-mouthed kiss to his smiling lips. Which makes him smile bigger. He leans forward to give you another kiss, which is more teeth than lips because you are smiling like two fools.
Your stomach grumbles again and the both of you chuckle, pulling apart. “Okay. Let’s do this.” His confidence is so hot you almost whine.
He huffs in amusement when you straddle his legs more securely. He’s sitting back, you on his lap, your pussy right over his very interested dick, and you can smell his blood pumping faster, his arousal getting thicker in the air. You are so fucking ready for this. You’ve been waiting for this.
You kiss his jugular first, licking his pulse point until Todd whines. Your smirk exposes your fangs, and you only hesitate for half a second. You bite down on his neck and the reaction is instantaneous. His body goes rigid, his hands grip your hips harder, and his dick twitches under your pussy so violently you can feel it against your clit. And then the flavor hits your tongue and you are moaning. It’s intoxicating.
He tastes like the best dessert ever, and you can’t get enough. He’s rutting up against your core, and you are moaning against his neck. The desperation in your touches to one another is lost the second you pull away. He’s looking at you with blown wide pupils, his tongue almost lolling out, and his ears twitching in the most werewolf-y way ever.
“I want-” He growls, but you continue. “I want your dick. Fuck, Todd. I need it. Fuck me, please,” you moan, licking over the wounds in his neck and savoring his blood one last time. Your brain feels fuzzy, your pussy so wet you are pretty sure you ruined your panties. And most likely the front of his sweats.
It takes him a couple of seconds to process your words, but the moment he does, it’s game over. He moves so fast you barely feel it, but in a rush your back is against the mattress, and he’s between your legs. Your clothes disappear, thrown over his shoulder in ripped strips of fabric.
He dips down enough to lick your pussy, and you grab onto his red hair like your life depends on it. Your hips are rutting against his face, and he’s whimpering and groaning like he’s right where he wants to be. But you want his dick. You already tried his tongue. You want the hybrid special.
“Come here, come here… I need you. I need your dick. Please!” Your voice sounds high-pitched and unknown to your own ears, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He tries to talk, but what comes out is a growl, his claws pinching the sides of your hips when he manhandles you until his dick is right at the apex of your thighs. You raise your hips, trying to get some friction, any friction, and he literally roars.
Your legs are unceremoniously pushed apart, his eyes fixated on your dripping core while he positions himself. His dick looks so big you have a second of hesitation before he presses forward a little bit, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind completely.
“I can’t- I don’t know if I-” He tries, his hands shaking visibly where he’s holding his shaft against your opening. But you understand him either way.
You grab his face, curling your legs around his middle and pushing his dick a bit further. “Don’t hold back. I want this. I want you,” you whisper against his lips.
It’s like it snaps. One second he’s trembling with pent-up energy to fuck you, and the next second your legs are over his shoulders and he’s folding you in half as he fucks into you like the monster he is. Your scream is so loud you are thankful for the soundproofed walls.
Your whole body is vibrating. You are holding onto the wall not to hit your head while he continues fucking you like a piston. There’s no caress. There’s no trace of your sweet boyfriend. There’s only his dick hitting your G-spot with each thrust and the sounds of your lovemaking creating a symphony to your ears.
The pleasure is way beyond everything you imagined. You don’t know how to deal with it. Closed eyes. Opened eyes. It doesn’t matter, he’s everywhere. You can feel him in every cell of your body while he fucks you ferally.
You can feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, so close you can taste it. He’s growling against your neck, thrusting so fast his hips are a blur against yours. If you were human, you’d wake up with bruises in the morning. But you aren’t, and you crave more.
Your nails are scratching his back, you can smell the blood, and it only drives him wilder. You groan his name over and over, a chant that feels like a prayer as you ascend to the heavens, closer and closer to orgasm. And then you feel it, the bigger base of his dick hitting against your entrance. You scream his name, your orgasm catching you by surprise while he lets out a series of curses that would make a sailor blush.
He thrusts one more time and his knot fits inside of you, your walls clamping down around him the second he starts coming. That drives him feral, groaning and growling while another orgasm crushes over your body, leaving you boneless under him.
By the time you come back to your brain, he’s still breathing hard. His hips keep making little rolls that hit your G-spot and send sparks of aftershocks up your spine. “I think…” You swallow, trying to get some saliva to your dry mouth. “I think we should do that again,” you whisper. The laugh that blooms out of him is so loud that it rocks his whole body, moving his knot inside of you and making you both moan.
A dragon and a baby walk into a hospital... (Chapter 4)
Summary: A dragon firefighter saves a human baby in a world where humans are going extint. They are brought to a hospital where a human doctor is doing his best to survive the days and not fall behind... Thins happen.
Word count: ~4.5k
Henry…
This shift couldn’t end soon enough. Henry usually hated 36h shifts, everybody would, but this specific one had been hell on his nerves.
After everything that happened with the naga baby, and then Anthony and Alma. But that wasn’t the only thing. Of course it wasn’t. The ER was never far enough from the drama and the crisis. Luckily for him, no more life or death situations came through, and still the past hours have felt like a thousand years.
First, it was the dryad lady who caught his husband cheating and decided to curl her vines around his body so tightly she strangled a nerve and he had to be rushed to the ER. Henry’s ER much to his demise. The wife arrived a couple minutes later, and screamed at him until Henry had security called on her. He got the anger, but this was a hospital. They could argue outside, or go yell at an attorney for the divorce papers. It wasn’t his place, but he wouldn’t stay quiet when they were messing with his controlled ER. Which led to him cutting down vines from the poor sylph, who looked mortified.
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Imagine: you take your monster partner to the local street fair/street dance and they just... dont get it.
Is the child's face paint a ritual marking? Why are people eating cotton?
Idk itd be funny to me
Alien!boyfriend who is mesmerized by everything around him. He's always awestruck by the wonders of earth, but sometimes... Things are a bit too weird for him. And that's exactly what happens when you bring him to the local fair. At first everything is new and exciting. He looks like he wants nothing more than to explore every single thing this place offers. He wants to go on all the rides (especially the love tunnel, he wants to try that one with you).
But before that, you bring him to the food section. And everything goes a bit to shit after that. He's so confused by people eating... cotton? ("Why are those people eating that?! That's not safe for human consumption!") He tries candy apples, and almost spits them out, why would somebody cover a nice apple in warm candy? Are humans okay? Hot dogs? He thought humans didn't eat dogs! You told him he couldn't eat the neighbor's dog! He gets so worked up with the "human inconsistency" that you have to walk away from the food court, almost choking on your breath because you laugh so hard at everything he says.
The next area is no better, though. It has some throwing games that he finds incredibly disturbing. Why are people throwing balls so another human can fall into cold water? That seems too cruel even for him. There's kids painting their faces. Is that some kind of ritual you didn't tell him about? They look terrifying to be honest. ("A clown? What the fuck is a clown!? That looks like he's going to kill you! It's not funny! Stop laughing!"). When he sees the shooting games, he insists on trying, and gets incredibly frustrated when he doesn't win. It gets even worse when you try and win a big plushie. He doesn't understand why you won it. What a shitty war price after shooting so well. It's not even armor!
Request: Just maybe the general idea of not believing/looking for/expecting like ridiculous sexual pleasure then being convinced if that makes any sense! Also a fan of rough sex without it being sadistic and still pleasurable! It could also be a single monster! stranger-roommate-friend whichever! If only small pieces of this get the brain juices flowing in a complete opposite direction, I would not be upset in any way. I would even love a story of just fem autistic reader falling in love with a huge monster or a slice of life! I am just excited to see what you make! I hope this is something you can work with! Thank you so much
A/N: I laughed so hard at some of the lines here, I find myself hilarious, ngl. Enjoy!
Pheromoned
Minotaur x fem!reader || dub-con, accidental heat (kinda?), rough sex, (light) dirty talk, (mentioned) oral sex
It all started in the weirdest way possible. You’d been living with him for a while already, at least half a year, and he never showed much interest in your hobbies or spending time with you. And you were fine with it, you didn’t have to be friends, you were only roommates after all. But someday… It changed.
You didn’t know why he did it, but he started hanging out with you almost constantly out of the blue. If you were home, he was in the same room as you, it was like he couldn’t get enough of you. But you didn’t question it much, he could be lonely, and you definitely felt better when he was around. He was so sweet and kind, always offering to cook for you, always giving you compliments and snuggling with you when your day was shitty. It was like having a best friend. A very big, very beefy, and very hot best friend. One that made your pussy get wet. But you could ignore that in favor of hanging out and having a good time.
But lately, things have started to escalate. Your response to him gets hotter and hotter. You don’t know what’s happening to you, maybe you are ovulating or something, because every time he’s close to you, your pussy is clapping for attention. You get used to being constantly wet around him. It’s intoxicating. It’s like your pussy is salivating for his cock, and damn… You want to jump his bones very badly. But you can hold it together. You really can. You aren’t going to ruin your friendship because your pussy wants to be all slimy next to him.
But it’s getting harder and harder (or more like wetter and wetter).
He gets closer to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pressing you close to his side. You inhale deeply, and feel a literal gush of desire soak through your panties. You feel so embarrassed that you have to excuse yourself, running to your room. You are in such a hurry that you don’t hear him following you.
“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” He sounds so concerned, and looks so cute… You wonder how his dick would feel buried deep down your throat, how nice it would be to bounce on it while he gropes your tits, how wide he would stretch your pussy while he fucks you from behind.
You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. “Yes! Yeah!” Your exclamation sound so fake you cringe at your own words. “I’m perfectly fine,” but your voice breaks at the last word in a high-pitched tone that only makes you feel weirder about the whole thing. Your pussy is still gushing, and you can feel heat all over your skin. And he looks so fucking good…
It takes you a total of three seconds to close the space between you two, throwing yourself at him. Literally. He catches you mid air with a huff of surprise before he cradles you against his chest. Your hands find his horns instantly, and he moans against your mouth when you go for it. You massage the base of his horns, where he confessed he feels the most, while you claim his mouth like you are desperate for him. Because you are. Very desperate. You feel like your life is going to end if you don’t get his dick to kiss your cervix in the next couple of minutes.
“We should- Fuck!” He curses when you grind down on his cock, your legs around his waist while you do your best to create friction between your bodies, biting down on his neck. “We should talk,” he breathes out but his hands are groping your ass, pulling at the waistband of your shorts and lowering them enough to pull at your thong. The rubbing of the fabric over your clit makes you scream his name, much to your embarrassment and his delight.
“Later. We talk later. I need your cock. Please. Please. Give me your cock,” you are being incoherent, but you don’t care. You need it. Your pussy is crying for him and he can wipe the tears with his huge minotaur dick.
“Okay. Okay. Get to the bed,” he orders, trying to get you off his body, but you only cling harder. You squeeze your legs around his middle, grinding your pussy against his abs and rubbing his horns until his knees buckle under him. “Fuck. No bed. Okay. No bed. Whatever you want.”
He pulls at the fabric of your pants until you hear something ripping, you don’t fucking care. You release one of his horns to slip it between your bodies and pull his cock free. You are so grateful he’s wearing sweatpants.
He puts your thong to the side, sniffing the air and moaning. “Fuck, you are dripping, aren’t you? Goddess, you are perfect.”
He positions himself, trying to go slow. But you are above all that. You sink down in one long thrust that makes his legs give out under him. His knees hit the ground with a soft thud, and he groans in pain, but you don’t fucking care. You are already bouncing on his minotaur dick like you are in a rodeo and aiming for the first prize.
He’s huffing and puffing, holding you close against his chest while you go crazy above him, fucking him with all your might. You are having the time of your life and he looks like he’s holding on for dear life. You are pretty sure your hips are going to end up bruised, but you don’t fucking care because his dick is huge and it’s pressing against every single pleasure point inside of you. It’s driving you insane in the best way possible.
Your first orgasm hits you like a brick to the head, your whole body going lax and then thrashing above your minotaur roommate. Unable to control your extremities, you almost hit him in the head while your body shakes with a pleasure so high you could barely describe it. You ascend into another dimension. Into another plane of existence. Your pussy is singing with the angels and his dick is the melody.
But your body craves more. It craves so much more.
You continue riding him, chasing the edge of pain and pleasure due to overstimulation, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, the tip of his dick hitting your G-spot with each thrust. He’s making sounds not known by humans, but you don’t even care.
He’s grabbing at you like a lifeline while you continue biting his neck and holding onto his horns. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, precum so copious it’s starting to mix with your juices, ruining his pants completely. He doesn’t seem too bothered by it, helping you up and down his shaft again and again.
You come half a dozen more times before he finally releases everything he’s holding. He cums so deep inside of you, it’s almost like he’s fucking your throat. You let out a whimper that could easily be his name, but also anything else. You feel boneless, completely exhausted and thoroughly fucked. You are in heaven. He lowers his body until you are cuddled against his chest, his heartbeat still going rabbit-fast.
“The pheromones worked way better than expected,” he says with a chuckle between labored breaths. His whole chest shakes, and it takes you a second to catch up with what he just said.
“What do you mean?” You ask, your breathing is equally erratic after that good fucking. Your brain is still swimming in a daze of pleasure and minotaur dick.
He kisses your forehead, making you blush. Because apparently after fucking dirty, you would blush after a little kiss. “Minotaurs exude pheromones when we find our mate, and I’ve been trying you to catch up for months. I thought the pheromones would help and well… You did become pussy-dazed for me,” he explains.
You pull at his chest until you can look at him in the eyes, anger coiling inside of you. “You pheromoned me?!” Your voice is shocked and high-pitched.
He shakes his head, apologetically, trying to get you back to his chest. “For us, babe. I did it for us. Didn’t you like my dick?” He sounds almost pitiful with that question, and you feel a tiny bit bad for him.
But not enough to let him go so easily. “What are you tal-” You ask, equal parts offended and confused.
He rolls over you so fast you can’t process his movement before his big head is between your legs and his tongue is licking your whole pussy in one long lick. Whatever you were going to say gets lost in the pleasure of his tongue against your clit while you hold onto his horns for dear life.
hi! i love your writing so much! i wanted to request a story where reader attempts to steal from a goblin camp but gets caught and they fuck them and stuff their holes with multiple cocks each until they’re gaping and mindbroken
please ignore this if you’re uncomfortable with it
A fucking goddess
Goblins x fem!reader || free use, rough sex, dub-con, sharing is caring
The only thing in your mind when you got the order to steal important information from the goblin camp was how to get in and out. You planned it perfectly. Everything was going according to plan. You already had the documents in your backpack and were about to make a run for it. It was late. If you were silent enough, nobody would notice until the morning. But you failed to realize a bunch of little details. Like how sweet a human woman’s smell was to goblins. How they would be expecting someone to steal the treaty with the orcs. How they were just amused by your intent of taking what was his…
You’ve always had a weird fascination with monsters, especially those who were smaller than you, but somewhat… They intrigued you. It was like a call of the wild. Your whole body thrumming with the need to scream. The adrenaline pumping in your veins made your pussy wetter, the prospect of getting caught scary but at the same time… Arousing. Some of your deepest fantasies started exactly like this, getting out of a camp of monsters, some of them catching you before you could escape. And then…
“Hey, you!” Someone calls behind you and your time of response is a second too slow. You turn around in time to see a dozen of goblins with equally amused smiles and hands around their hard dicks. They are way too big dicks for their body size. You are so speechless that your brain stops for long enough that someone sneaks up on you.
You let out a curse when the goblin hits the back of your knees, destabilizing you and making you fall to the ground. In the three seconds it takes you to land with a thud, the goblins are all around you, staring down at your body with hungry eyes. You know you should be scared, maybe scream for help… But the perverted side of your brain is singing with pleasure and wanting nothing more than to open your legs for those goblins. You are ashamed of yourself.
But your pussy doesn’t seem to care when somebody rips your clothes off your body. You don’t know where your backpack is anymore, but there’s hands all over your exposed skin, and you are moaning in pleasure. Some of them call you names, much to your embarrassment, but they only make you wetter. They are amused that you are so ready to be fucked when you should be worried about yourself. But you don’t care. You only feel emptiness inside of you. And a deep desire to be fucked within an inch of your life.
They are groping you. They are touching every soft and hard spot in your body. All at once. You don’t know how many hands are touching you, but you don’t care to count. Not when one of them is dripping his fingers between your pussy lips and plunging them inside without preamble. You let out a scram while they cheer. The one finger-fucking you is sharing his experience, talking about your wetness and heat. There’s dicks touching your body, too. Their wet tips leaving trails of precum all over your boobs and stomach, to your sides… You want to suck them off so bad. You are going a bit insane with it.
The please that leaves your mouth is barely a whisper, but somebody takes pity on you, and there’s a dick right over your face. You stretch your head enough to lick over the tip, and there’s a growl before the dick is pushed inside your welcoming mouth. You groan around it. The fingers inside of you are joined with more. You are rolling your hips trying to get them closer, deeper. But it’s not enough. And when they pull out their fingers, you moan in displeasure. The dick in your mouth twitches in response, and that’s all you know before a goblin grabs your hair and starts fucking your face without any caress. You fucking love it.
It takes a total of six thrusts against your throat before you feel a dick breaching your pussy open, making you gag and allowing the goblin in your mouth to go a bit deeper. You are struggling to breathe, tears rolling down your cheeks while they use your body like you are nothing but a monster toy. You’ve never felt so desired. Never felt so utterly debauched.
The one in your mouth thrusts as deep as possible, holding your nose against his pubes before you feel the shot of come against the back of your throat. You swallow compulsively, but it’s not enough. When he pulls back some of his cum drips down your chin. But you can’t even lick it clean before somebody else gets a hold of your hair and a new cock is thrusting down your throat. The one in your pussy is going rabbit-fast, and you are holding it together by a fine thread before somebody’s mouth latches onto your clit for half a second and you come so hard you see stars behind your eyelids. They pull back, and another replaces the dick in your still clenching hole, pushing the come of the other back inside of you. As deep as it would go.
You are in heaven.
Your pussy is being pounded, your throat is being fucked. Shot after shot of cum is landing on your welcoming holes. Some of them are jerking off on top of your boobs and stomach. It’s an orgy, and you are in the center of it. You feel like a fucking goddess.
It's been a very busy month, so let's get to it! Firstly, I published an exclusive (and very horny) standalone between a minotaur and a fem!reader getting dirty when she has to check his mesurements😏
Special fitting (minotaur x fem!reader)
We also got some Alien Rescuer. This story follows Glyxx, the only friend Xyris has and a very VERY traumatized dude who doesn't think he deserves love. But things get a bit messed up when he finds a compound filled with human slaves, even worse when he discovers one of them is his mate... (aka: you). He's very stubborn, and he needs to get them out of there. I posted three more parts this month.
Alien Rescuer (part 19): Body and soul (Alien [Glyxx] x fem!reader)
Alien Rescuer (part 20): Mishaps and kidnappings (Alien [Glyxx] x fem!reader)
Alien Rescuer (part 21): Lost (Alien [Glyxx] x fem!reader)
We also got some more chapters on beloved stories such as Ghoulish desires (find the first one for free here)!
Ghoulish desires (part 17): Bad Guys 101 (Ghoul [Ben] x fem!reader)
Ghoulish desires (part 18): The smell of pastries (Ghoul [Ben] x fem!reader)
And on top of that we also got a very special theme-week: Queer week! All stories focus in different kind of queer couples and I had a blast writing them. They are hella kinky if I can say so myself.
Queer week 1. Cry of pleasure (F/F) (Fem!Harpy x fem!reader)
Queer week 2. Breeding bench (FtM/M) (Orc x ftm!reader)
Queer week 3. Mental control (NB/F) (Fem!alien x nb!reader)
Queer week 4. Electric shock (M/M) (robot x male!reader)
And on top of that, we got two new art commissions from my book (find it here). A NSFW one and a super cute one!
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So, this gives us a round up of A FUCKTON of stories plus lore plus art starting at only 6$/month! Find all the info here.
Summary: Devoted gardener needs to help pollinate their monstrous plants. You only need to be the vector… how hard can that be? By the end, you are soaked inside and out in pollen, filled plant secretions… But your plant-monster boyfriend still wants a turn.
Plant-monster x fem!reader || tentacles (vines), sex pollen, dub-con, sharing is caring (?), edging, overstimulation
It all starts very simply. You are doing some chores around the house while your plant-monster boyfriend is taking care of the garden, like he always does. He has a special connection to the earth and you are pretty much forbidden from attempting to take care of the plants. He will do everything by himself so you can enjoy the simple joy of going out and watching him work… all sweaty and wooden-hard. It’s one of your favorite pastimes, really.
But today you are busy, so you are inside doing your own thing when he calls out to you: “Love, I need some help in the garden!” His voice carries across the house, and you drop what you are doing (not interested in laundry anymore) to go search for him.
He’s leaning against the backyard door, smiling and looking so handsome you want to fall to your knees and worship his cock right there. But curiosity is stronger than your need for cock. “Help with the garden? What? Me? Are you serious?”
He nods frantically, his smile only growing wider, brighter. “Yes, you. Come, come, the plants are waiting.” He gestures for you to follow him, opening the door and stepping out.
“What do you mea-?” Your voice cuts off when you get out the back door and see whatever is happening in the garden.
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A/N: Shorter but very intense. And with a plot twist! Enjoy!
Alien (Glyxx) x fem!reader || tw: violence, kidnapping
Glyxx…
His whole body feels like it’s being dragged down with each step, his tail is hitting the ground while he follows Xyris and Amaranta back to the spaceship. They don’t want to go back to the council’s building, there’s nothing left for them there. The spaceship has a couple rooms, and in case of emergency they can go back to the mothership, which continues in orbit until Xyris, as the commander in charge, returns.
Slayx and some others from the resistance are gone. They were supposed to meet with their higher up, the one behind all this, and lock down all the council members still alive (which weren’t many at this point). In other circumstances, Glyxx would have fought to meet the higher up. To meet who’s behind all of this. The same person who hasn’t shown their face even when the council’s guards were trying to kill Xyris and him. Not a great leader if they can’t bother to show up when their warriors are fighting the final battle, is it? But he doesn’t have the energy to be mad, not when the weight of sadness is pulling at him like the force of gravity.
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Because I'm not online this week due to work things, this is a programmed meme to encourage you to read my novella, I promise is worth it and it'll make me so happy 💖
Imagine being kidnapped off the street. You are going out and about with your day when a shadow casts on the ground under you. You have a fraction of a second to look up and see a huge ass dragon coming straight in your direction. Your scream is muffled by his claws closing around your whole body, the sheer size of him so big you can do anything to escape while he flies you away.
You are hyperventilating by the time he lets you down in the middle of a... castle? Why the fuck are you in a dragon's castle? How dare he kidnap you in the middle of the day? Why the fuck did it have to be you? You are so tired of life... Ugh. You're going to teach him a lesson.
"What the fuck?!" You scream in the dragon's direction, who is now looking very confused and affronted by your outburst. "You kidnapped me!" You yell, pointing a finger at him, not caring about the huge size difference between the two of you. That dragon is going to hear you even if he doesn't want to. How dare he kidnap you? "I had things to do! My ice cream is probably melting on the street now!"
He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, his eyes as big as plates while he stares at you. After a beat of silence, he finally speaks: "But you... You are..."
"I'm pissed and I want my fucking ice cream!" You shouldn't be focusing exactly on that but you wanted to eat that ice cream, you deserved that ice cream.
"Mate," he whispers before turning around and disappearing into the next room, leaving you alone with your thoughts in a room so big it could fit your whole apartment.
Summary: Every time your robot boyfriend goes shopping, you are in for a treat. He texts you about his new appliances and how you need to get home ASAP. You are very busy, but well… electric play and a bunch of sex toys do sound pretty fun.
Robot x male!reader || sex toys, electric play, overstimulation, (very light) size kink
It always starts the same way, with a mechanical: “I’ve been shopping.”
It happened so many times before that you can feel your dick getting hard inside your sweats just by the thought of it. But this time there’s something different about the way your android boyfriend says it. There’s an extra edge to his tone. A special giddiness that has you on the edge of your seat and looking at him expectantly.
“Now?” You ask him, and he nods in your direction.
Whatever it’s in the box he’s holding has him ready to fuck you dumb right now? Hell yes. You are rushing to the room, shredding your clothes as you go, and smiling when you hear him picking them up.
Soon you are down to your underwear, your dick hard inside the fabric and your boyfriend’s eyes fixated on the bulge. “I can do something about that,” he says in the worst possible porn innuendo ever. You smirk at him, crowding him against the wall and kissing him mirco-chipless while his hands grope your ass.
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Summary: Feeling your alien girlfriend’s conscience rubbing against yours was a freaky thing, but it gets even freakier when you start to feel like she controls your body, your legs pressing together to hide your arousal and your heart accelerating. Now you are at the brink of an orgasm, and everyone is looking at you.
This ceremony is boring as fuck. You came as a plus one to your amazing alien girlfriend, but each passing second takes forever, and you don’t even understand the language of half the aliens speaking. You are only smiling and nodding along. By the time the lights dim and the prizes start being handled, you are about to fall asleep.
You can’t fall asleep, sunlight. I have plans for you. Your girlfriend’s voice reverberates in your brain, and you let out a little gasp of surprise. A couple aliens on your table turn their curious gazes in your direction, but you are too focused on what just happened.
She had never done that before. You didn’t know she could do that. You look in her direction, three tables away, sitting with the rest of the alien committee. She looks stunning with her lilac skin and black ceremonial tunic. The glitter you applied on her eyelids glistens under the dancing lights on screen, making her look ethereal.
You stare in her direction, and she is already looking at you, eyes open and a smirk parting her beautiful lips. Didn’t know I could do this, sunlight? It was a little surprise for you. Let’s see how long you can hold it together.
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