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momolady · 3 months
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Your orc boyfriend taking you slowly, making sure you’re comfortable and fully aroused. You can tell they’re aching for you, desperate and shaking, but they’re still going slow, being mindful of every move.
You’re ready, eager, and as your orc moves into place you both hold your breath. The orc moves, fitting into place. You’re both still holding your breath.
Then your lips part, out escapes a whimper. The nostrils of your orc’s nose flare. He grins, his eyes focus. He’s no longer slow, although he’s still mindful of each blow.
Now you’re the one shaking from your core, your orc boyfriend hasn’t let you go. He’s going to make sure you’re well taken care of.
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riful-writes · 6 months
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Werewolf Stalker (pt.1)
He waits till you're dripping wet from your shower and drying off before he startles you.You are pushed onto your bed with a big clawed hand covering your mouth and another pinning your navel to the bed. You stare at deranged,lust fillled, inhuman golden eyes. A muscled fur covered frame, a maw lined with sharp teeth and big canines. "A werewolf !!??" You thought unbelievably. You try to move and scream but he has you trapped and terrified underneath him.He then lowers his head and wedges his open jaws between your legs and gets inches away from your bare folds.His cold nose brushes against your bundle of nerves and you yelp out in shock behind his clawed hand. The contrast of his cold nose against your cl*t sent your heart racing in a completely different way.He looks up from between your legs with curiosity and slowly passes his textured tongue over your bud . He watched your eyes widen and another more throaty sound came from you that was suppressed by his paw.He grins from between your legs and laps at you again.He starts a slow pace of pressured tongue circles on your bud while slowly removing his paw from your mouth. He wanted to hear your moans that were now slowly coming out. You've lost it completely now, you thought . His sharp fanged jaw was completely encasing your womanhood and instead of screaming out in terror or for help your were moaning like a bitch in heat from the pleasure.
You've touched yourself, sure, but this was so much better than fingers that barely reached where you needed them. Or the vibrator that gives out on you right when you needed it the most.His tongue had soft yet firm ridges that drove you mad. It kept going in circles directly on your clit, and you went over the edge just as he pushed harder with his tongue. You cried out , gushing into his already open maw. He laps up your cream , starting from the outside of your lips till he drives his long tongue home. He hits your gspot hard and keeps it there, flicking the tip of his tongue over it. He did this continuously, making your already sensitive pussy drench his tongue a second time that night. He kept his face exactly where he wanted it. Your cream, your cries of ecstasy, they were a drug he didn't know how to kick.He brought you orgasm after orgasm till you finally succumbed to exhaustion. The last thing your deranged mind thought of was how good he would feel inside of you. Unknowing to you , your new friend laid down beside you and watched you sleep. He would wait until you wake up so he could prep you for his girth again. He would just have to make sure you didn't pass out this time ;)
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ososull · 1 year
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ridiculous that I have to make this post in the year 2022 but does anyone have any monster romance book recs that don’t have the “monster” as a conventionally hot, VERY human-looking guy with washboard abs.
Like I swear to god every single time I like the idea of a book I read the description or see the cover and it is deadass the same aeropostale model who’s been like painted gray or green with the bucket tool on every single cover I’m going to DIE HERE
Like where are the skeletons!!!!!!! Where are the incomprehensible horrors!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are the ugly mfs I’m BEGGING 👹👹👹
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wynndigogh · 2 years
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I want to put it in my mouth!
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dispixworksfan99 · 1 year
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The Minotaur's Heir (Wreck-It Ralph x Merida)
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In the wooden four poster king sized bed of a glorious stone castle, a handsome brown minotaur laid on his back as he gazed lustfully and lovingly at his beautiful wife; a woman with pale-fair skin, blue eyes, and curly wild red hair. The minotaur, known as Ralph, watched with a lustful gaze as his wife, Merida, bounced up and down on his thick, long, magnificent cock. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his huge and glorious balls slap against her arse as his cock filled her deeply, causing a bulge in her lower stomach; her loving the feeling as her tongue stuck out in lust, letting her husband know that his cock filling her deeply made her lust for him. Merida then lowered herself, her hands on Ralph's muscular chest and her breasts jiggling towards his mouth almost tempting him to suckle them as he imagined her tits swollen and heavy with milk.
"Oohhhh, my sweet husband," Merida moaned. "Fill me. Fill me with your glorious sperm. Give me a child! Make me your breeder." She felt herself about to come, about to soak his glorious cock. Ralph then placed his hands on her arse, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and quick. "Oh, my beautiful wife. My one and only. Soak my cock. Claim me as yours!" Ralph moaned, feeling her walls clench. Merida then felt her lady honey soak her husband's wonderful cock all the way down to his balls. 
Even as Merida was lifted from her husband's cock, she saw that it was still hard and erect; Meaning that he'd hadn't released yet. Ralph then gently turned her over so her head now laid on the pillows and he was above her. He bent low to kiss her deeply, their tongues teasing each other. The tip of his cock rubbing against her breasts and leaking precum while his large balls rubbed her wet womanhood. Merida moaned at the feeling of the tip rubbing against her tits and marking her. Ralph stopped kissing her, her lips a bit swollen.
He then gazed at the sight of the tip of his glorious cock rubbing between his wife's gorgeous tits, the tip near her mouth. As if he was tempting her to suck the tip, Merida then teasingly licked it; licking the salty precum. 'Such a beautiful little breeder. Teasing me,' he thought. Almost prompting Ralph to want his wife to take his cock into her mouth and throat and suck him deeply, but he had other plans.
He then slowly dragged his cock towards her heavenly center, it dripping with honey and ready and slicked up. Ralph then gently slipped the tip into her sweet little hole, the nectar providing fantastic lube. Merida felt an incredible pleasure surge through her body as she then moaned to the heavens, feeling her hips thrust forward and prompting her beastly lover to go deeper. Hearing her plees, Ralph granted his wife's desire, slowly thrusting his cock deeper into her slick core.
"Oohhhh, breed me. Breed me like the beautiful cow I am, my love." Merida moaned, "Make other men know that I belong to you." Her words made Ralph thrust harder and groan at the thought of being protective of his mate. But her liking him being protective of her turned him on even more. "I bet you'd love to try and make me jealous, my mama cow. Love for me to let other men know you're mine," Ralph moaned, thrusting harder as Merida moaned louder and her tongue stuck out in pleasure. "Love for me to show you that only you can take my cock fully." His thrusts now reaching the deepest parts of his wife, including her g-spot and lower stomach, causing a pleasurable bulge to form that she loved so much. Loving to be filled heavy.
"I'll fill you deep with seed, my sweet. Make sure you're good and filled. I'll give you as many beautiful calves as you want. Make you the most beautiful mama cow in the world," Ralph moaned, his thrusts becoming more quick and sloppy, which indicated that he was about to come at any time. Merida felt her walls once again clench tightly around his magnificent shaft. She felt his huge balls slap against her inner thighs sloppily and loved being filled so full with his large and thick cock; It made her feel sore, but in an amazing and sexy way. "Such a beautiful sight: My sweet little mate milking my cock," Ralph moaned again, feeling his wife's sweet nectar once again coat his cock. Merida moaned just at how deeply full she felt, knowing that her beastly husband would be filling her with a huge load or two, even possibly giving her a beautiful little calf.
"Fill me deep, my hot stud of a husband." Merida moaned, "Mark me as your breeding cow." She then let out what sounded like a moo. Ralph gave one final thrust, his large balls now flush against her womanhood. He then let out a grunt and a moo of pleasure as his seed then poured deep inside his little cow's womb, filling her with pleasure and causing her stomach to bulge; marking that only she could fully take her beastly stud's cock whole. Ralph then bent low again, kissing his wife deeply as she kissed him back, his cock continuing to fill her deeply as their tongues engaged in a dance. Merida wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him locked in.
This would be quite the next few days.
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Day 10: Mermaids
Pairing: Lia/Sylvan Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1050 Tags: Non-Human genitalia, double vaginal penetration, monster/human relationship
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Salty air kissed her skin. Warped wooden planks were rough under her feet as she walked to the end of the dock. Several fishermen sat, their poles anchored to the dock, waiting for the first catch of the. One turned towards her—salt and pepper beard hanging down to his chest, deep wrinkles carved into his face, a scar on his mouth twisted his lips into a permanent frown—and shook his head. "Not here, girl. Try the sound."
Lia huffed and turned back, wooden planks turning to damp sand, and walked back over the dunes to her car. They were supposed to meet at the dock. They always met at the dock. What was the point of having a meeting spot if only one of them showed?
Her forest green Subaru sputtered to life after a generous amount of coaxing, and Lia drove down the quiet town streets. The only people up this early were the fisherman and a few eager boaters. Some business owners—mostly for the restaurants—would start to trickle in around this time. Lia enjoyed the quiet, knowing that tourist season was a month away and her quiet commute would be much, much longer.
She parked on the small patch of gravel that led to the inlet entrance. The sound was the local's secret. A quiet place for them to flock to when the beaches became too crowded. Tourists were not to be told of it under any circumstances.
Gravel crunched under her feet and she waited until she reached sand to kick off her sandals. Something shimmered underneath the water and Lia headed to that spot, stopping short of the water. Tiny waves lapped at her toes. A head of silvery hair breached the surface. Bright green eyes zeroed in on her.
"You forgot, didn't you," Sylvan called from the water, voice tinged with laughter.
"I didn't forget," she grumbled. "You forgot to tell me."
"I told you yesterday, my love. Between the third and fourth orgasm," he chuckled.
"Why would you tell me then?" she huffed.
"I believed your ears were still working."
Lia rolled her eyes.
"We could've just met at the dock near your house. It’s not far. And the inlet is calmer," he said.
"I haven't told my sister yet. I'm not sure how'd she take it," Lia admitted.
He raised an eyebrow. "The fisherman know. Darlene knows, and when she knows something so does everyone else. And you think Aria doesn't know?"
Lia shrugged. "She hasn't said anything."
Sylvan shook his head and raised his webbed fingers from the water to beckon her in. "Are you coming in or are you going to pout?"
She made a show of seeming unsure—looking to her car and back to him—before she grabbed the hem of her oversized shirt and pulled it over her head, baring her chest. Grey cotton shorts followed, leaving her naked in the early morning sun. She tossed her clothes onto the sand and left her keys on top. Nobody would swipe her keys. Goosebumps broke out over her skin as she dipped her toes into the cold water. Sylvan waited patiently for her to swim out to meet him.
"Now I can greet you properly," he murmured, cold palms cupping her cheeks. Water dripped from his mouth and smeared across her lips. His smooth chest pressed against her hardened nipples and she moaned. "I always like how you taste first thing in the morning. Bitter. Sweet."
"It's the coffee," she laughed, pressing her forehead against his. Her hands traveled over the patches of pearlescent scales on his chest and back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the scales of his fin digging into her inner thighs, pressing her cunt to his slit.
“It’s a shame I cannot share it with you.” Sylvan kissed her nose. “I would like to see you fresh out of bed, still sleepy-eyed and hair in disarray—”
“How do you know I don’t have perfect hair when I wake up?” she teased.
He snorted. “Call it a guess.”
That wasn’t quite his point and she knew it. He wanted to know she wasn’t hiding him from the people important in her life. And she couldn’t deny she was scared to tell her sister. What if Aria refused to accept him? What if Lia’s love for a non-human drove a wedge between her and the only family she had left? But if she kept on this way, she would hurt Sylvan and she didn’t want to do that either.
“I’ll tell her,” she promised, kissing his cheek. “Today.”
He sighed and nuzzled her temple. “I’m sure she will take it well.”
“I hope so.” Lia wrapped her arms around his neck. “But I can worry about that later. I just want to spend this time with you.”
“I know what you want, Lia,” he said with a smug smile, grinding himself against her until she felt the soft tip of his cock peeking out from his slit. “One? Or both?”
“Both,” she gasped.
Fingers curled in her hair and he tilted her head back to bare her throat. Sharp teeth dug into her skin. Lia shuddered. “Are you sure you can take both?” He trailed kisses down to her breast, his teeth gently tugging her nipple.
“Yes,” she grumbled, tugging strands of his hair. “Please, Sylvan.”
“Oh, a please,” he chuckled. “You are eager today.”
Both cocks emerged fully from his slit, coated a thick fluid, and rested against her labia. When Sylvan had first told her that he had two, she fully expected a larger one and a smaller one, but both were relatively the same size, slightly thinner and longer than an average human penis. So when he positioned both at her entrance and slowly began to inch inside, Lia marveled at how easily she took him. Her fingers scrabbled to grab hold of his shoulders.
“I’m sorry to have doubted you,” he whispered, biting back a moan when she squeezed around him. He sighed in her ear. “Perfect. You’re perfect you know that?”
Lia’s laugh was breathless, cut off by a soft cry as he pumped in and out of her, his finger rubbing circles around her aching clit. “Love you,” she choked out. “Love you so much.”
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momolady · 2 months
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Art the Orc
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If you live in a small town, maybe you'll know this place. It's a little art store run by the same family for ages. It's not changed in all that time either. Picture it, feel it, you know it's the only place that sells that one supply you like. Now, imagine an orc behind the counter. Female Reader x Male Monster
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The visage of the old place looked like it had once been a gas station. There was one of those big metal awnings and signs that gas pumps had once been outside. But everything else looked like the art supply store it was. The window was painted, done up with flowers and a flourishing font, but it hadn’t been touched in ages and was chipping and weathering away.
The old place had seen better days, you could tell. But you were excited to tackle such a special project with your own two hands.
Inside the place had a familiar smell of paint thinner, book pages, and coffee. You looked around the front as the bells on the door chimed. The old floor had seen better days and was worn out where you stood, even the welcome mat was hard to read.
“Welcome to Greengold Creative Station,” the deep voice came from behind the front desk where there was an open door. ‘I’ll be out with you in just a moment.”
“Take your time,” you replied. You continued to look around, noting the mismatched shelving and thrown together renovations dotting the place.
A moment later, a large orc came from the back. He was wearing thick glasses and had on a corded cardigan that covered a paint splattered t-shirt.
“Can I help you find anything?” He asked as he adjusted his glasses.
You approached the front desk again, extending your hand to him. “Hi! You must be Mr. Greengold, I’m from Regency Renovations.”
There was a surprised look upon his face as he shook your hand. “You’re the renovator?”
You smiled, half expecting some reservation based on your appearance. “I specialize in business and storefront renovations. That is what you wanted, correct, Mr. Greengold?”
He fumbled with his words for a moment, stuttering, touching his glasses until he spoke. “Call me Art, please.”
You held it in, but he knew where your mind went.
“It’s short for Arthur, but it's also my dad’s name so my mom calls me Art. Yes, I know, ha ha, very fun. A man named Art runs the art store.”
“It’s an easy target.” You tried to squash your giggling but a few came out.
He sighed and shook his head. “So, you’ll be handling the whole store. I want it updated completely. It was fine for my parents, but I need to bring in a new generation of artists and online shopping is destroying us.”
“It’s a common issue, Art,” you didn’t look at him as you said his name. “I already have some ideas brewing and I would be happy to discuss your thoughts for the business with you.”
He sighed heavily, gazing out at a store that was once his family’s legacy. “I would say I would like to keep some of what my parents did to this place, but I don’t think any of it is salvageable.”
“Well recycling is a thing.” You replied. “Like some of these old shelves, the wood can be reused to create a rustic facade for the front desk here.” You patted the worn out formica top. “And the vintage signage out from can be reused and framed, hung just right behind you there.”
Art made a face. “You can do all that.”
You returned his face, adding a smug smile to it. “I can do lots of things, Art. My father was a carpenter and my mother was a viper. Be careful of what you inflict about me.” You patted your chest proudly. You knew you were small and chubby, not many people expected much out of you, but your work spoke for itself. And that was how you told people off.
“Sorry,” he sighed. “I have a lot riding on this so-”
“So you hired the best. That I can promise you. Now I know you said you didn’t have a lot of funds, but I already have my plans made for how to help you with that. I plan on doing most of the work on my own, but for heavy lifting and other things-”
“I don’t mind helping with that,” he said with a shake of his head.
You had planned to bring in your brother for help, he enjoyed the destruction part of your job and he worked for free food. “Well uh…if you’d like Art, I wouldn’t say no.”
“I wouldn’t want you getting hurt on the job. It would be best if I helped out,” he said.
You couldn’t tell if he was being kind or underestimating you again, so you brushed it off and continued. “I would also like to film the process of the renovation. Stuff like that will help reach your new audience.”
He frowned, and his thick brows pinched together. “You must be joking.”
“I am not. You’d be surprised what the kids these days are watching.” You smirked up at him. “I know what I am doing, Art. Have some faith.”
His face read: easier said than done.
Discussion and planning was always the hard bit. You had to convince your employer of what needed to be done. Art was hesitant about some things, after all it was a family business and a place he had grown up in. But for the most part he was willing to go along with some of your ideas.
Art started the clean up process by first putting away his stock and setting most of the mismatched shelves outside. Once that was taken care of you began ripping up the old carpet and ancient linoleum.
“I remember when my dad put that stuff down,” Art said from behind you.
You looked up, eyes covered by goggles and mouth surrounded by one of those thick industrial masks. “Oh really?”
Art gave you a look. “Is all that necessary?”
“You’d be surprised.” You stacked another chunk of the linoleum to the side. “Lots of debris and who-knows-what is under these old floors. Decades of dirty shoes, dust, skin, and life are stored here.”
Art’s grimace deepened. “Skin?”
“Oh yeah, we shed like mad,” you laughed. “If you have dust in your house you can be assured it came from you!”
Art looked perturbed by this revelation but he continued in moving stock to the back and other store property outside.
Once the flooring was removed, you accessed what was underneath. It wasn’t marble or granite, but it was some type of stony tile that had existed when it was a gas station.
“Mom said it was inhospitable.”
You used a dust cloth to clean off a bit of the flooring. “But it’s easy to clean, and it’ll make the whole place appear brighter and bigger.” You turned and looked back at him, taking off the goggles. “It’ll be so much better in the long run. Plus! You won’t have to buy anything new except maybe a rug or two if you wanted.”
Art’s pinched brow was becoming the norm to see, but you could tell it was because the gears behind it were working so hard to process everything going on.
Once the tiles were cleaned and all the old flooring was hauled off to the dump, you started working on the walls, taking down slapdash shelving, and anything else hanging up. The old paint job, or jobs really, were layered on so thick and hadn’t been properly done. They had painted over the trim and electrical outlets, all of which needed to be replaced. The holes in the walls needed fixing too, and there were a few dents and scrapes from the years.
“You’re not hiring a painter?” Art asked one day.
You zipped up your coveralls and turned around to face him. “Not unless you want to shell out twice the money. Besides, I’m a good painter. A great painter even! Maybe not Rembrandt or anything, but I can handle a roller better than most.”
Art looked over your paint supplies. After days of you working on freeing the electric sockets and scraping the excess from the trim you could finally start working. You were painting the wall white, but you had found cheap sticker tiles to create a great accent wall, which could then be used for photo opportunities and special displays. Then another wall would also be painted white and used to display local artists and projects from the art class that Art taught.
“Mom always wanted to put wallpaper up,” Art murmured. “But said it wouldn’t be practical with everything we needed to hang up.”
There was a melancholy to Art’s face and tone as he said this. “What kind?” You asked as you poured your paint into the tray. “We could always find something close to what she had in mind for the office.”
Art glanced over his shoulder then shook his head. “I doubt I could afford it. I tried looking already.”
You put the roller into the paint, sliding it back and forth until it wasn’t too soupy. “Was this place your mom’s idea?”
“Yeah,” he murmured, his gaze going all about the store. “I can’t believe how empty it is now.”
“It’ll be full again in no time.” You gave him a reassuring smile when his amber eyes returned to you. “Do you have any pictures of your mother you would want to hang up?” you asked. “I can plan a special place for it.”
He huffed, seeming put off by this suggestion. “Excuse me. The smell of this paint is giving me a headache.” He walked off, stomping his feet a little as he went.
Art came back by the time you were finished with the first coat of white. You were sitting in front of the checkout desk, leaned back against it so your foot propped the door open. He stepped over your leg and looked at your work.
“The white really makes this place look…different,” he murmured.
“Don’t worry, there will be some color back soon enough,” you sighed. “Is your headache gone?”
Art nodded, leaning against the desk. “Sorry if I’ve been…obstinate.”
You waved it off. “I’m used to you.”
He shook his head. “No. I’ve been questioning and judging everything, all because I never really wanted to do this.”
You tilted your head up to look at him. “Then why are you?”
He let out that heavy, burdened sigh again. “Because it was in her will.”
You clicked your tongue. “Oh.”
“She left me money, but only if I used a portion of it to renovate the old store. She said it was mine after all, it deserved to reflect the new generation. Even in death she was still hinting I get married.” He scoffed at this, but he still had a smile on his face.
“Sounds pretty motherly.” You stood up from the ground, standing beside him. Not feeling much taller than you did sitting beside his great size. You motioned to the front window. “Did she paint that?”
Art laughed. “No. I did. That’s why she kept it so long.”
Your smile beamed. “Really? That’s pretty adorable.”
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “For years upon years I’ve looked at that painting and wished every day she would wash it off and do something different. But I suppose her sentimentality was far too deep for that.”
“It’s a good painting,” you offered.
“I never thought she’d keep it so I barely tried,” he grunted and crossed his arms against his chest. “Boy, was I wrong.”
“Would you like to paint the new display? I was planning on just hanging a new sign and leaving the window clean.”
“I don’t know,” he muttered.
You patted his arm, and his eyes darted down to your hand, his brows unpinching for that one moment.
“I’ll wait till you decide then.” You stepped away from him, but his eyes still lingered on where you had touched him.
A few days later, as you were working on putting the sticker tile onto the wall, Art came from the back and offered you a ticket.
“A friend of mine has a gallery showing tonight. He gave me two tickets so I thought-” He hesitated and cleared his throat.
“How fancy is the affair?” You asked.
“Nothing too fancy. I mean, dress up, but not like black tie event or anything.” He cleared his throat again. “I was going to get dinner at my favorite restaurant since it was close by if you wanted to come.”
It clicked and you looked up at him. Your cheeks flushed and your mouth started to go dry. “Oh. Sure.” You tucked your hair behind your ear. “If that’s the case, maybe we should go in together. You know? Save the earth and stuff.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Smart idea. How about I pick you up tonight. Say…around six? Since the gallery is at eight?”
You nodded, biting down on your lip. “Yeah. Perfect. That should give me enough time to get ready after work.”
Art turned awkwardly away then back towards you. “Oh I uh, I guess I should get your address.” You traded info and the rest of the day went by in a jerky, tense sort of way.
That evening you waited in your living room until you heard from Art. You were wearing your favorite dress, and had even gotten your next door neighbor to do your makeup. You got his message and went downstairs to meet him at the front door.
Art was dressed nice in a dark purple suit and he had his long hair slicked back and tied into a bun. He didn’t have on his glasses, which surprised you. His eyes lit up when he saw you.
“Wow, you look great!” He said, a touch breathless.
You blushed and smiled. “Thanks. You look pretty great too. I’m not used to seeing you without your glasses.”
“Yeah, contacts tonight,” he said shyly. He then took your hand and led you to his car.
The restaurant was nice, the two of you had a clumsy start to it, but eventually you both started having an in depth conversation about color. From there, you both laughed and joked around, having a good time with great food and even better wine.
From there you walked to the gallery, meeting his friend then roaming through the show. Her artwork was lovely, but you noticed Art’s pinch brow had returned.
“A lot more nudes than I expected,” he whispered.
“I think it’s nice,” you replied. “I can see what her intent with the motif is. How it’s classic, it's natural, but also subversive.” You turned to Art, noticing him fidgeting and adjusting himself.
“Yes. I understand what she is doing,” he muttered. “I must have had just a little too much wine I think.”
You smiled at him, chuckling as your cheeks grew warm.
The car windows were fogged over, and in the dark all you could do was touch. His kisses felt rough but intimate. His tusks brushed against your skin, making your shiver. Every so often the darkness was halted by the motion light of the parking lot turning on. You’d still for a moment, then continue on with your youthful antics.
“We should stop.”
“We should.”
“Why aren’t we?”
“It’s hard.”
“Very hard.”
You kissed Art and breathed, looking into his eyes while you clasped your hands around his face. Maybe it was the wine or the nudes on display, maybe it was weeks of working so close and holding back so long.
“It’s hard.”
“Very hard.”
You smiled at him, kissing him again while his hands moved below. Your panties were pushed aside, his zipper brushed against your thigh. Big. Oh my god it was big!
You gasped softly and he stilled, watching your expression. You eased over him, taking as much of Art as you could stand. You pressed your palms to the roof of the car for balance, his strong hands kneaded into your thick thighs.
“Aren’t we a bit too old for this?” he breathed.
“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we.” Your laughter turned into moaning. Maybe you were both a bit too old for this, but you’d never had so much fun before! He pressed deeply inside you, and his hands couldn’t stop touching your body. He roamed over the soft curves, and plump form, his desire seeming to grow the more he did.
The next morning you came into work, seeing Art standing in the middle of the room. You held your breath, wondering if it was all a wonderful dream. He turned and smiled, his thick glasses back in place.
“Hi” he said breathlessly.
Your smile bloomed. “Hi.”
Art motioned to the desk. “I brought coffee.”
“I see that.” You smiled and took a cup he offered.
He sighed then laughed and you laughed. “So uh…last night.”
“I liked your friend’s gallery. It was very nice. I also liked your favorite restaurant.” You took a sip of the coffee, testing it before you added anything.
Art nodded, his gaze drifted until it fell back onto you. “Is that all?”
You smiled over your coffee cup. “No. Just barely.” You looked into his eyes. “I wasn’t sure if it was an appropriate work topic.”
“Not exactly but uhm…I just wanted to check.” His eyes darted over you. “Were we really too old for that?”
You laughed and cupped your hand over your mouth. “A little. But I’m not too sore. Are you?”
“No. But I would prefer somewhere much comfier next time.” he leaned in close and you closed your eyes, accepting his kiss and the touch of his tusks against your cheeks.
“Yes, it would be nice.” You saw he had paints and brushes set on the front desk. “What’s this for?”
He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I thought I’d paint the window. I got a bit of inspiration last night.” He grinned your way. “Plus, I think mom would like to see how I’ve improved.”
You grinned. “I’ll be very excited to see how you work. Outside a car at least.”
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riful-writes · 6 months
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Werewolf Stalker (pt.2)
You wake up hours later to something soft covering your body. You slowly blink open your eyes to see golden ones staring back at you. You suddenly remember all the orgasms he brought out of you with his devilish tongue. Bringing you to the highest peak over and over again, all while watching you with feral hunger. He played with your pussy so good you passed out.You clench your thighs together involuntary at the memory. It sent a shock strait to your tender clit making you cry out and seize up in pleasurable pain.You quickly shift your thighs back apart to get some relief, but it's already too late.
He watched your little show and knows just how sensitive you are from him. His arm that was wrapped around you in your sleep, keeping you warm, pulls you even closer against him. He is now inches away from your face, his breath tickling you as he breaths. Then his mouth splits open into a wolf ish grin with all his sharp teeth out on display and growls into your ear " Don't black out on me this time doll, I need to feel your cunt squeezing around me.I want to see you fall apart all over again. I need to see your tears again, all for my cock this time. Think you can do that for me? "
Hearing his vulgar words in that deep growl, you inhale . You hold your breath for a couple beats longer , closing your eyes to think. He hasn't killed you and hasn't even as much as scraped you with those sharp claws of his. You exhale, slowly opening your eyes and building up the courage to pull away slightly and look down.The heavy weight that's been pressed against your stomach stands tall under your gaze.
His shaft was a dark red , with lighter colored veins running along it.The head of his cock was wide and slightly tapered with pre oozing out. Below the head, he got wider and girthier, leading down to his knot that somehow got bigger the longer you stared at it. He was massive compared to the human men you've been with. His whole lower half was throbbing visibly. Just waiting and begging to be touched. Your core throbbed deliciously at the sight, needing to feel him streching you open like he wanted. Even with his wide and larger size you knew you could take him with some prep.
You dragged your eyes back up to see his golden ones reading you like a book. He inhales sharply through his nose and lets out a carnal growl.He smells your want and is barely restraining himself. He could have taken you after you passed out earlier. He could have used you, and you'd have been none the wiser when you woke. But he wanted you to need him too, you realized. Wanted you to want him as badly as he wanted you. He had watched and waited for you like a predator would prey. Waited for the right time to pounce and had taken it. He pleasured you first and made sure you were brought to completion before you even saw his massive cock.You finally throw caution to the wind. You dont care about how fucked up your mind was for thinking that this was one of the most sweet yet , corrupt things anyone has ever done for you.
Making up your mind, you finally respond to him with a sensuous whisper.
" Yes...please...... ruin me. "
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Obviously, the Horny Story option won! And now here's your chance to choose your next spicy partner.
I wanted to try some different monsters this time! Since I know the obvious fave picks. The monsters will be kept NB so I don't have to do another poll.
M!Reader = Male Reader F!Reader = Female Reader
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wynndigogh · 2 years
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So, how do you like your beastly men?
Armed and ready? Or, soft and purring?
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levilaughlove · 2 months
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❝T-that's going..in..me?❞ 🔞
→ Authors note: Hey, it's been a while. Sorry for the hiatus.₊ ⊹
⤿Heads up - m!reader x H♯rny tentacle monster || Mentions of dubious consent || Monster is faceless, literally just tentacle| || Very very descriptive terms || Overstimulation & C♯m Kink.
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"M/n!" shouted a woman's voice from downstairs. It was your mum. You knew exactly what she wanted. You once offered to go hunting for a rare animal since your family tried and failed. Since you succeeded, your mum has non-stop been begging you to do it again as food was running low.
"I know mom, i'm going." You shouted back, putting on your dark wash jeans and belt, lazily throwing on a black hoodie and running out. Behind your home was a forest, a quiet one. The dirt and leaves crinkle and crack underneath the pressure of your feet. It's also a bit windy out.
Soon, you've gotten deep into the forest, definitely far from home. No sign of the animal but— CRASH.
By your left foot, you are dragged underground. Fuck, you hadn't seen that ditch. Your face once thrashing against sharp branches soon met with slimey, but soft....something? Regaining consciousness, you slowly open your eyes.
A light rosy colored room surrounded you. The walls are squishy, wet, and pulsating. There are humps in the equally squishy floor pulsating under you. You feel naked, you are naked. Noticing your clothing haphazardly tossed around the area.
Soon, the squishy room pulsates faster, stimulating your manhood just a bit. "He's awoken."
Before you could react to the deep, unhuman voice, a powdery gas floods your scent, making your libido rise alarmingly high. You were hard, real hard. Your brain foggy, in desire to be fucked beyond repair. "Hello." A tentacle rises from the squishy floor and hovers over your aroused body. It's big and girthy, not to mention drenched in slick. Soon 6 others rise along with. One of the 6 sneaks under your waist along your stomach and lifts your ass to the air. Hole drenched preparing subconsciously.
"Gnh..." Your groan back. Unable to give any coherent words due to your horny, foggy brain. "Don't worry love, we will take great, great care of you..." The voice says lowly. A tentacle approaching your needy wet dick. The voice turns you on even more. You buck your hips back hoping to catch the closed tentacle into your tight hole.
The wet, thick tentacle jerks off your manhoods slow and hard, pulling as many sinful moans as possible. Each time it works it was up to your glands, it pulls a drop of precum from your dick. Another tentacle can be felt prodding at your tight ass ring, begging for permission. You buck your hips back once again, the tip of the tentacle penetrates. A loud moan is pulled from your throat at the double sensation.
The thick tentacle at your ass shoves itself fully in, easily sliding in due to the slick. It wasted no time in rutting against the inside of your gummy walls, pounding at every go. The tentacle on your dick speeds up the pace, not one to be outdone. Another 2 tentacles lift up each of your legs giving the first tentacle easier access. The last 2 play with your nipples, stimulating the buds and sucking at them.
The sensation were almost to much for you, as you let out a loud, porn-like moan, your mouth drooling & agape, eyes low and lolled back, tears pouring from them. The tentacles however, didn't stop as the fucked you through your rough orgasm. Now, you were gripping the floor underneath, your hot body begging for a break.
"Hnng..." The voice says. Soon unleashing thick, white liquids into your abused hole fucking it back in as all the tentacle begin to slow.
You pass out to the overwhelming pleasure and leave the rest to the monster.
"Now, you are ours." Each tentacle helping to carry you elsewhere. Who knows where? Doesn't matter, anyway.
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murderofsomeone · 2 months
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Happy 21st anniversary to Lemon Demon!
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