Okay , So, I Have This Request, It's Sounds Weird, But Pls Hear Me Out, Werehusband Who Loves Breast

I surprise my Minotaur boyfriend in a slutty milk maid costume…that also has cow print lingerie underneath. (Female reader if that’s not too much to ask)

When you bought the costume, you thought it would be a funny joke, but the look your minotaur boyfriend is giving you isn't showing that. He looks ready to jump you, he looks ready to fuck you senseless... And you are more than ready.

He steps into your space and groans when he pulls down your dress to reveal the lingerie underneath, matching the cow print. He looks at you asking for permission, and with only a nod, he has you pressed around the wall, dress thrown somewhere over his shoulder and your panties pushed aside.

He fucks into you without caress, his rhythm messed up in his desperation to breed you, he gropes your tits, telling you how much he wants to milk you, to turn you into his breeding cow. And for some reason... that turns you on even more.

SIMON IS PRACTICALLY FERAL FOR YOU

Wherever you go, this man is next to you, one hand always touching you.

You’re showering? Ok so is he. It’s not his fault you’re pushed up against the glass, ass flushed against him as he pounds into you from behind, hands clawing at your flesh as he grunts.

You’re watching a movie? This man is lying flat on you, groping at your tits before he takes them in his mouth. He has a hard time concentrating and he promises this helps him.

You’re working from home? Let him help you. And by help he means, cock-warm him while you work and every time you complete a task he’ll fuck up into you as a reward!

You’re going to bed. You already know he’s fucking you to sleep, eating your gushing pussy before he’s denting your gummy walls with the outline of his cock, fucking against your sweet spot as you make a mess of the sheets, desperate pussy clenching around him as he fills you up.

“This pussy’s always ready for me, I fuckin’ love you, sweet’art.”

Werewolf boyfriend who gets a boner every time you dress a bit slutty. He loves you with his whole heart and compliments you every time he sees you, but theres something different when you dress slutty. He gets so despeate, so needy, he starts to pant instantly and you never get out the house if you are wearing a miniskirt, at least not without a stuffed hole. He gets feral every time he sees you in lingerie, and you fucking love it. He's so easy to rail up you turn it into a little bit of a competition with yourself. Which outfit would make him release the beast faster?

So when his birthday rolls around, you decide to surprise him. You get the sluttiest tiny lingerie set you can think of, in a deep red color that compliments your skin perfectly. You drap a cape over your shoulders, barely covering your ass cheeks. The red riding hood fantasy is one you know for a fact he has, but he's always too much of a gentlemen to ask you for it. But that's okay, you don't need him to verbalize it, you can be the perfect girlfriend and attend to his every fantasy.

When he comes home and sees you wearing the outfit and twirling around for him, you don't even get two seconds of basking on his attention. He's jumping over the counter and landing over you, half transformed and with his dick so big and so red... His tip matches your outfit. You giggle, but it's short lived as he bites down on your neck to keep you submitted and thrusts deep inside you. He fucks you restlessly, like a madman. Like the feral werewolf he is. You whine and struggle under him, his thrusts too deep, too harsh, too good. You can feel the blood in your neck where he's biting you, the claws on your hips where he's keeping you at the right angle... You come over and over, overstimulated to the point of pain. When he pushes his knot into you, he howls and you scream, your world turning black.

Helping neighbors (part 5): the key

Orc!Oc (Aimar) x Minotaur!OC (Haritz) x fem!reader || cockwarming, oral sex, fingering, teasing, edging

They gave you a key to their apartment.

It was right there in the box.

You spent the night at theirs again. You’d spent so much time at their apartment in the last month that you were pretty sure some of your clothes ended up in their washing machine. They didn’t say anything about it, and when you three were together everything flowed so seamlessly that you felt like at some point they will get tired. At some point, the other shoe had to drop. There was no way two amazing monsters like them would settle for boring human you. But they gave you a key.

You woke up that morning and they were gone to work, but as always, Haritz had made breakfast and left you a plate. You smiled as you entered the kitchen, a pot of coffee waiting for you, too. You almost missed the box, until you were halfway through your scrambled eggs. You looked at it, confused, but you ended up opening it, curiosity getting the best of you. And there it was. A key.

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Grabbing him by the horns

Minotaur x fat fem!reader || Face sitting || Tw: internalized fatphobia

“Sit.” He instructed, his big head hanging out the edge of the bed, his horns almost hitting the ground. He looked so good naked and sprawled on your bed, his dick so big, already leaking as he looked at you.

It took you forever to be comfortable being naked around him, your rolls and fat being a big source of awkwardness for you. He insisted you were perfect, he made you feel like you were. He kissed your big tummy, he loved to mark your thighs with love-bites… He loved worshiping you like a goddess. And you believed him, you felt like a goddess around him.

But some topics were difficult to deal with. You still insisted on being always under him, and don’t get it wrong, you loooooooved being under him, his weight almost too much as he pounded you in every position possible. But you weren’t so sure about being on top, much else sitting on his face. He loved your pussy, he could spend hours and hours making out with it as you moaned, groaned and screamed his name for everyone to hear…

“No. I’ll crush you.” You argued. Your anxiety was getting worse as he talked. You wanted to be intimate, everything was going great until he mentioned he wanted you to sit on his face.

“You will not. Are you questioning my strength?” He looked offended. Ouch.

“No. Nothing like that, I’m just too heavy.” You insisted, trying to cover yourself as you talked, feeling naked in a non sexy way.

He let out a slow breath, looking at you with the softest eyes. “Little mate, if you keep saying you are too heavy I’ll spank your ass until you can’t walk so I have to carry you everywhere.” The image of you ass up, face down as he spanked you sparked a new wave of desire inside of you. But you couldn’t do it. What if you hurt him?

“I-” You tried to argue again but he wouldn’t let you.

“Sit.” He repeated, his words final.

The fear of breaking hurting him still very present inside of you. But you approached him, slowly. As soon as you were at arms reach, he was pulling you to him, forcing your legs open and turning you around so you could look at the mirror across the room. You hovered over his face, trying not to sit directly on him. He grunted, sending vibrations through your thighs, making your knees go weak. But you held your ass above his face, trying to erase some of the weight.

“You are gonna suffocate.” You warned him, anxiety filling you once again.

“Then I’ll die happy.” He said, his lips millimeters away from your pussy. And then he grabbed your hips, no preamble, no finesse. He grabbed your hips and pushed you down until your full weight was on top of his face. Your pussy over his open mouth, your clit rubbing against his nose.

Then there were no more words, no more reassurances, he drove right in. The first contact between his lips and your pussy made you quiver, and that was just the start. Before you could think about what he was doing, he was making out with your pussy, eating you out like you were the last meal on earth and he was a starving man. Or minotaur in this case.

Your hands traveled to his horns without you realizing it, grabbing onto them for dear life as his hands moved your hips as he pleased. You were on top, but he was the one guiding every one of your movements, making sure you couldn’t get away, making sure your thighs pressed the sides of his head and your pussy made contact with every part of his mouth.

He kept eating you out like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he was just enjoying the feel of you on top of him. But you? You felt desperate, your orgasm just out of reach, just a bit more and you’d get there. But he was playing with you, he was toying with your pussy like it was the best hobby he had. So you took control, the desperation inside of you so big and so fierce you couldn’t let him control the movements anymore. Your hands on is horns helped you guide him towards that little bundle of nerves. He laughed against your flesh and complied, sucking on your clit as you trashed over him. Your pussy making obscene noises as you coated his face on your fluids. Your orgasm hit you like a tide wave, making you scream his name as he kept going. And going. And going.

“Stop. Too much.” You begged, your pussy oversensitive.

He gave you one last long lick as he lifted you off his face, pulling you over him like his own personal blanket. His dick pushing against your lower tummy as you rested your head against his chest, breathing hard.

“We are doing that again as soon as you recover.” He sentenced, no place for arguments.

“Okay…” You whispered, too spent to fight him anymore.

Vampire’s dessert

Vampire x fem!reader || kitchen sex, vanilla sex || TW: blood

You are watching the cookies in the oven, trying really hard to ignore his presence as he walks around the house. When he comes behind you and plasters himself against your back in the most exquisite hug, you melt against him. He starts kissing your neck, slowly, teasingly.

“Stop that, I’m watching the cookies.” You say, but you incline your head to give him better access. You can feel his smile against your skin as he keeps kissing that point that makes your knees weak. He tightens his hold on your hips.

“Come on baby, I’m hungry and I want my dessert.” His voice drops low, almost dangerous (in the best way possible). You shiver, goosebumps erupting all over you. There’s an edge to his voice that promises a great time, and you want to give in so badly. But you promised you’d make cookies.

“I’m making cookies for tomorrow, wait for a bit, it’s not going to be long.” You try to argue, fighting against his hold, but not too much. You don’t really want to say no, and he knows it.

“We don’t have to go anywhere.” He uses his compelling voice, the one that gets everyone to do what he orders, including you. The voice that makes your insides turn to jelly. “I can fuck you right here. You can watch the cookies if you want.” He whispers against your ear, tongue licking along the tendon of your neck, biting softly. You can feel his fangs, almost breaking the skin.

“But the cookies…” You whisper, a weak attempt to argue with him knowing full well there’s no way it’s gonna work. He decides that’s the perfect moment to spank your ass, making it jiggle as you moan. He chuckles behind you, biting harder at your neck, his other arm holding you close to his body. The moan that escapes your mouth is sinful. You feel your body giving in. He knows what buttons he has to press, how hard, he knows your body better than you do. You are his to play and he knows all the cheat codes.

You turn around in his embrace, arms instantly going around his neck and kissing him deep and heated. You control the kiss for maybe two seconds before his hands are at the back of your head, guiding your every movement, deepening the kiss and fucking your mouth like you know he’s going to fuck your pussy. Thrusting his hips forward so his hard dick grinds against your stomach, making you whimper.

The kiss starts to become desperate, tongues battling and hands roaming around. His hands feel like they are everywhere, you wonder if he’s using super-speed to touch you as much as he can at the same time. The noises you are making would make the devil blush. He grabs your ass and urges you to jump, your legs going around his middle instantly. You grind your hips against his erection, your pussy wet and your movements frantic.

His hands pull at your hair, pushing your head back as he starts to suck on your pulse point, drawing the veins up. You feel him moving at the same time, carrying you to the counter and sitting you down. You hear him unbutton his trousers, his dick leaking and ready at the perfect high. The wave of pure heat that runs down your spine leaves you shivering with need. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, how unnatural his movements are. He usually looks so normal and composed, but moments like this remind you that he’s not human, he’s a monster. The one they warned you about, the one stalking you in the night wanting to eat you. And good lord did he eat you… In all the ways he could.

You try to push your yoga pants down, but you aren’t fast enough. “Hey! I liked those!” You complain as he rips a hole right in the middle, exposing your pussy to the air, to his dick.

“I’ll buy you more.” He says against your neck, nipping at your skin.

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, he pushed right into your welcoming heat, making you groan and arch your back. He starts a punishing pace, not bothering to let you accommodate him, the edge of pain making you hotter. Your blood is rushing through your whole body, exactly like he wants. His hand finds your clit as he keeps going, sucking on your pulse point. When you feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, so close you can taste it, he bites down. You cry out, a mix of pleasure and pain making your climax so intense it feels like an out of body experience.

Your heels dig into his ass, rocking yourself against him, trying to match his pace as he keeps going, and going, and going… It all passes in a blur, the pleasure and the blood loss making your head dizzy, your pleasure being the only sensation in your body. You feel like floating. When he comes, he retracts his fangs and moans, his dark red eyes shining. He reminds you of the villain of the stories your parents told you as a child, wild and dangerous… a villain that became your prince charming.

You can feel the blood going down your neck, he didn’t close it yet. He loves to let it drip so he can lick it up later from between your tits. You try to be annoyed about it, but it always ends with his mouth on your pussy, so you can’t complain too much about it. You lay there, body close to his, sharing body heat and little caresses.

And then you smell smoke.

“My cookies!” You yell, pushing him away and stumbling to the oven door, your knees weak.

“What?” He asks, confused. He’s in his post orgasmic/post feed bliss, doesn’t even know what you are talking about.

“My cookies burned down because of you!” You feel the anger rise inside of you, at the same time as a tear of frustration falls from your eye. He turns around as soon as he hears you sniffle, his head moving at unnatural speed, a movement that makes him look like a nightmare.

“Oh, little human, don’t cry.” He fusses over you. “I can buy you cookies. I can buy yo diamonds. I can buy yo whatever you want. Stop crying.” You found out real quick how much your tears freak him out, and you try to take advantage of it as much as you can. “What can I do to make it better?”

“Fuck me again?” You ask, pouting in your best interpretation of a sad puppy. He picks you up and carries you to your bed with his super-speed, making your head dizzy as you giggle.

Who cared about the cookies anyway?

pls i want more werewolf bf who ties reader up and plays with them during pack meetings PLSSSSSS make the reader wear nipple clamps with chain and tug it in front of the pack members leave her legs tied up so the whole pack sees her pussy and see how wet she is while her bf plays with her clit

(part 1) (part 3)

Werewolf mate who ties you up in the middle of a table during pack night. Your body exposed to all. They eat around you, and you aren't allowed to say or do anything. Your mate makes you wear nipple cramps and a butt plug, all of it exposed. None other than your mate can touch you, but they can tease... And they are very clever working around the alpha's order. They grab some food and "accidentally" ends up on you. They have to clean you up, right? That's the polite thing to do. What if they do it with their mouth? It gets the job done either way. What if a bit of wine ends up falling on your tits? They'll have to wipe it off before you catch a cold. If they pull at your nipple clamps where they are at it, it's completely accidental. And like that it goes. They tease you, touch you, bite you, lick you... All "accidental". You look up to your mate, just to see him smiling at you, his hand palming his big erection. He enjoys your whimpers and groans as the pack teases you, knowing he's going to be the one fucking you dumb. He gets up and you think he's going to take you home. But he doesn't. He plays with your pussy next, opening your lips for all to see how wet you are, slapping your clit hard, rubbing it until you cry out, juices gushing out of you. The wolves in front of you cheer every time your mate slaps your tiny pussy, furiously jerking off. You can't move, and can't come without permission either. You are just the dinner's spectacle at the pack house... You are there to be teased and humiliated... And it makes you incredibly wet.

Nobody told you what it took for you to enter the pack. The village you were raised into always talked about the wolves in the forest like some kind of cult, and you thought it was all a lie. When you were old enough, you found one of them at the lake, and you became friends. Such good friends that he asked you to join the pack as his mate. You agreed, obviously. You two were in love after all.

What you weren't expecting is the rite of passage they asked you to perform. You were supposed to be "taking the knot" to become a part of the pack. You thought it was like the old human customs of tying the knot, but they used different stuff, not rings like humans. You were ready, you would take the knot if it meant to spend the rest of your life with your werewolf lover and his amazing family. They all took you in so nicely, so much better than any human before.

What you weren't expecting was being fucked in public. Set on a pedestal like a goddess as your future mate ate you out in front of everyone. Your embarrassment died out hours ago, when he ripped your clothes and pleaded you to follow his lead. You did, you loved him after all. But after the tenth orgasm, your brain was fuzzy, the sounds around you were like a bacchanal, and the tongue in your pussy felt like too much, too sensitive.

But he didn't stop. Everyone cheered every time you came, and when he finally stood up, you thought it was over.

It wasn't.

He untied his pants and showed you the biggest dick you'd ever seen. A big bulge at the bottom, so big it was easily like a fist. You tried to pull back, but your body was exhausted and tired, too tired from all the pleasure he offered you. You whined as he entered you, slowly but surely he set a good pace, making you scream every time he hit your special spot. You were crying from oversensitivity as the orgy broke down around you.

Then you felt it. The thing at the base of his dick pressing against your already stretched pussy, asking for entrance. You cried out when your body gave in. Everyone chanted "the knot, the knot, the knot..." as you lost your mind and your werewolf lover tied you two together. He came inside of you until your lower abdomen was bulging, and everyone in the pack passed next to you, touching your cum-bump and congratulating you. You didn't mind anymore, drooling on the pedestal as cum gushed out of you. He did it three more times, to bless your union. You couldn't feel anything after the first two. He carried you to your new home, his seed dripping down the path...

You took the knot, you were part of the pack now. His new mate.

Monster-kinktober masterlist

Note: pink ones are exclusive on Patreon.

Day 1. Marking the territory + Cockring-plugs/Massaging (werewolf x fem!reader)

Day 1 EXTRA. Marking the territory + Cockring-plugs/Massaging (werewolf x fem!reader)

Day 2. Artificial intelligence + Handjobs/Temperature play (robot x fem!reader)

Day 3. Haunted + Free (shadow monster x fem!reader)

Patreon Exclusive 1. Mating/Hunting Season + Public sex/Pet play (werewolf x fem!reader)

Day 4. Deep Sea + Bitemarks/Ice Play (orca-hybrid x fem!reader)

Patreon Exclusive 2.1. Fear of the dark + Masturbation/Somnophilia (gn!shadow monster (POV) x fem!human)

Patreon Exclusive 2.2. Fear of the dark + Masturbation/Somnophilia (alien x fem!reader)

Day 5. Ancient God + Branding/Uniform (Gn!Biblical angel x fem!reader)

Day 5 EXTRA. Ancient God + Branding/Uniform (Greek God x male!reader)

Day 6. Extra appendages + Cuckolding/Threesome (Satyr x naga x fem!human)

Day 7. Tentacles + Squirting/Dom-sub (Kraken x fem!reader)

Day 8. Medieval Menace + Aftercare/Role play (Minotaur x centaur x fem!reader)

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