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[hunterssm00n]

just some demon smut that I wrote at work during a meeting I didn't need to be in.

demon x fem!reader - work count - 2,223

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You had a problem only you could see.

And that problem had a name.

Eiden.

Well, you call him Eiden. His real name was about 12 syllables long in a language that doesn’t exist anymore.

Why the demon had taken such a liking to you, you still hadn’t figured out. But he had—doggedly, shamelessly. Like a massive, overgrown puppy who didn’t understand the meaning of personal space. Sometimes, it had its perks. Most of the time, it was a headache.

Tonight was no exception.

You stood in your room, adjusting your outfit for dinner with friends, trying to focus. Behind you, a scoff broke the silence.

Eiden lay sprawled across your bed, tail flicking with clear annoyance.

“And you’re sure I can’t come?” he whined, as if he hadn’t already pestered you twice. “What if something happens and you need protection?”

That pout of his was familiar by now—part charm, part manipulation. Odds were, he’d follow you anyway.

Catching his gaze in the mirror, you leveled a flat look. “Because you’re a nuisance.”

A dramatic groan followed, muffled as he flopped back into the pillows. “And how, exactly, am I a nuisance?” One elbow propped him up just enough to glare with wounded pride. Being left out was his personal hell.

You turned back to your reflection, smoothing your dress.

“It’s like living with a demonic house cat,” you muttered. “Clingy, moody, and always knocking shit over.” A sigh escaped as you reached behind to grab the tip of his tail, waving it in front of his face. “And you can’t deny it.”

He yanked it out of your grasp with a sharp flick. “I am no cat.”

Before you could respond, the bed creaked and the heat of his body closed in behind you. His arms came down on either side of your hips, hands braced against the dresser, effectively trapping you there, his warm breath brushing your ear.

“You are,” you muttered again, refusing to be intimidated. “Last time you followed me out, you couldn’t keep that fucking tail to yourself.”

A deep, rumbling chuckle vibrated against your spine as he leaned in, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. That tail—so smugly self-aware—draped over your shoulder again, its tip stroking a slow line along your cheek.

“Not my fault you look good enough to devour,” came the low purr, hands sliding to your hips, drawing you in until your back pressed tight against his chest.

His breath deepened. You could feel it—slow and indulgent, like he was savoring the scent of you. The tension radiating off him, however restrained, was unmistakable as his fingers dug into your hips with a bruising kind of need.

Then the first kiss landed on your bare shoulder. Another followed. Then another. Lips mapped a path up your neck, soft and patient, until teeth caught gently at your ear.

Your breath stuttered.

One leg shifted forward, sliding between yours. His hip settled against you, firm and deliberate. Wandering hands brushed over your stomach, tracing familiar curves as if he had all the time in the world.

“This is playing dirty,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out.

Laughter rumbled low in his throat. One hand tilted your chin just enough to bare more of your throat to him, and he made full use of it—kissing, biting, dragging his tongue over the pulse pounding beneath your skin.

“Oh, darling…” His voice had dropped—deeper now, rough with hunger.

Fingertips danced over your ribs, your waist, before anchoring again at your hip in a grip that said you weren’t going anywhere.

“You’ve got no idea how dirty I can get.”

The grip on your hip tightened—just enough to make your breath hitch. His mouth never stopped, working over the column of your neck with slow, sinful purpose. Each kiss dragged heat through your veins. Each bite felt like a warning.

Or a promise.

“You should really let me come with you,” he murmured against your skin, voice thick and dark. “But I’d settle for you staying right here instead.”

The tip of his tail slid down from your shoulder, curling around your thigh—slow and deliberate. The weight of it brushed beneath your hem, teasing the sensitive skin there, stroking with just enough pressure to make your legs tense.

“That tail gets you into so much trouble,” you breathed, but your voice was already going soft, thick with want.

“And yet,” his lips brushed your ear, “you never stop letting me touch you with it.”

He shifted behind you, and you could feel all of him now—all of him. The heat pressed to your back wasn’t subtle. With his size, nothing about him ever was.

One of his hands slid around your waist, splaying across your stomach before dipping lower. The heat of his palm burned through the fabric of your dress, and the tail between your thighs gave a teasing flick that made your breath catch.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he growled, nose dragging along your jaw. “I can smell how badly you want it—feel how soft you are.”

His hips ground forward, slow and heavy, letting you feel just how hard he was against you. Gods. You felt stretched just thinking about it.

Eiden pressed a kiss along your jaw, then another behind your ear. “Let me ruin that pretty outfit,” he rasped, voice half-feral. “Let me fuck you against this dresser until you can’t remember what you were getting dressed for in the first place.”

The ache between your thighs throbbed in response, involuntarily pressing together—but that damn tail was still there, curling tighter, stroking slow and maddening as it pushed between them.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you managed, hips rocking back against him without thinking.

“You’re lucky I’m holding back,” he growled, hands now pulling you with purpose, lining you up just how he wanted. His cock pressed up along your ass—huge, hot, and straining against the confines of his pants.

The dresser edge dug into your hips, but you hardly noticed. Not with the way his tail was rubbing just right, not with how his hand had started slipping beneath your dress, dragging fabric upward, exposing skin inch by inch.

“Say the word,” he whispered, tongue tracing the shell of your ear. “Say the word and I’ll bend you over this fucking dresser and split you open on my cock—slow, deep, until you’re shaking.”

A whimper escaped before you could bite it back.

He grinned against your neck, inhaling the sound like a drug. “Thought so.”

Your dress hiked the rest of the way up in one motion, and cool air kissed your skin for a second before his hand was there, cupping you through your underwear. Fingers rubbed slow, teasing, until you were grinding down into his palm with desperate need.

“Dripping,” he groaned, voice fraying with restraint. “Fuck, you’re always so ready for me.”

One hand tugged your panties aside, and the head of his cock—notched thick and heavy—pressed to your slick folds from behind. He was so big, it felt impossible already.

But you wanted it. Needed it.

You arched back against him, gasping as his hand came around to brace your chest, pinning you in place while he angled his hips, letting the first thick inch of him push inside.

“Gods—” your voice cracked on the stretch.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he slid in slowly, inch by impossible inch, your walls straining to take him. “That’s it,” he whispered, mouth open against your neck. “Take me. Let me fill that perfect little cunt.”

By the time he bottomed out, stars were dancing behind your eyes.

He stilled for a heartbeat, panting against your skin, as if savoring how tight you were around him. Large hands held you steady while your legs trembled, barely able to support the weight of him inside you.

“Made for me,” he snarled softly, tail curling possessively around your thigh again. “No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else gets to hear these sounds you make.”

Then he pulled back—a slow, thick drag—and slammed back in, knocking the breath from your lungs.

The dresser creaked. Your moan echoed off the walls.

And Eiden just kept moving, hips snapping forward again and again, driving his cock into you with enough force to make the room blur.

“Your friends will have to wait,” he grunted. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The dresser groaned with every thrust. So did you.

He fucked you like he had a point to prove—like your body belonged to him and he was going to remind every nerve ending of that fact.

“Listen to you,” he rasped into your ear, voice guttural and slick with hunger. “Moaning for me. Dripping all over my cock.”

Your fingers gripped the edge of the dresser until your knuckles ached, trying to stay upright, trying not to fall apart. Every thrust felt like it went too deep, too thick, too much—and yet not enough.

Behind you, Eiden was lost in the rhythm. Each time he bottomed out, a satisfied growl rumbled in his chest, one hand tight around your waist while the other snaked up to wrap around your throat—just enough pressure to make your breath catch, to make your walls clamp down hard around him.

“Ohhh, fuck—” he groaned, hips stuttering. “You like that? Like when I get a little rough?”

You couldn’t answer. Not with how full you were. Not with the stretch, the delicious burn, the filthy wet sounds echoing between your bodies. But your moan was answer enough.

He laughed, low and feral, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. “That’s my good girl. So fucking needy. So desperate for this cock, aren’t you?”

You whimpered as his tail coiled tighter around your thigh again—but this time, it moved between them. The tip curved in, brushing your clit with a teasing flick that made your whole body jolt.

“Eiden—” Your voice broke on his name, high and strained, hips jerking at the sudden extra stimulation.

“Mmm, look at you,” he growled. “Already shaking. You gonna come for me like this? With my cock stuffed inside you and my tail rubbing that sweet little clit?”

The tip of it circled, pressure building just right—precise, relentless, sinful. Paired with the brutal thrust of his hips, you felt yourself spiral toward the edge with terrifying speed.

“Come on,” he snarled, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to mark. “Come for me. Soak my cock, make a mess—let them smell me on you for days.”

Your climax hit like a freight train. Body locking, mouth open on a broken scream, walls spasming so violently around him you felt him snarl behind you.

“Fucking hell—that’s it, fuck, you feel that?” His hips punched into you once, twice—then he let go.

Hot, thick, endless.

You felt every pulse of him as he emptied inside you, growling broken curses into your neck, his cock twitching deep, deeper than you thought possible. The sensation was overwhelming—heat spreading through your belly as he filled you full, your legs trembling under the weight of it.

But he wasn’t done.

You gasped as he pulled out just enough to watch the mess drip down your thighs—then drove back in with a low snarl, fucking his cum deeper into you. His tail flicked back to your overstimulated clit, and your hands flew to stop him.

“Too much—Eiden—”

A cruel little grin curled at his lips. “Oh no, sweetheart,” he growled, pinning your hands to the dresser. “You don’t get to tap out yet. Not when I’ve waited all day to fill this perfect little cunt.”

Your body jerked with each stroke now, soaked and twitching, mind swimming somewhere between bliss and ruin. His hand released your throat to wrap around your waist again, hauling you back as he fucked into you even harder, grunting with effort.

“Gonna knock the thoughts right outta your head,” he promised, hips slamming forward. “Breed you so full you won’t even think about going out tonight.”

You cried out again—louder this time, raw—because it was too much and not enough and gods, the way he owned you—

“Mine,” he whispered, fangs dragging over your skin. “Every inch of you. This body, this pussy, this sweet little mouth—mine.”

You weren’t sure how many times you came after that. It blurred into one endless rush of sensation—his cock dragging across your most sensitive spots, his tail working you through each peak until your body collapsed, spent and twitching.

At some point, he lifted you off the dresser entirely, cradled in his arms, still buried deep inside you as he carried you to the bed. You were boneless, dazed, wrecked—and he looked at you like you were a treasure he'd hoard forever.

He laid you down gently. Brushed sweat-damp hair from your face.Kissed your forehead like a reverent beast.

“Still think I’m a nuisance?” he murmured, trailing his fingers along your thigh where his cum still leaked out, thick and hot.

You blinked up at him, lips parted, lungs still catching up.

“Ask me again when I can walk.”

That grin—that wicked, devastating grin—spread across his face.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, dragging the sheet over your bare skin, “you’re not walking anywhere tonight.”

[hunterssm00n]

Shao Kahn in omegaverse

AN: I honestly wasn't expecting to get a request like this. I have absolutely barely any knowledge on omegaverse things, but I tried. Not proof read.

Notes: Gender-Neutral Reader, Omegverse, headcanons, MINORS DNI!!!

- Shao Kahn is an Alpha™. - Would make sure his s/o has his scent all over them.  - He will become jealous if you are talking to any Alpha that isn’t him.  - When his s/o is in heat he likes to fuck you long and hard. - His favorite position would be the mating press.  - His face in between his s/o’s thighs is like heaven to him.  - Leaves bite marks along your neck and on your thighs.  - When his s/o is nesting he tries to make you as comfortable as possible.  - When his s/o gets pregnant, it makes him want to ravage you more. Expect lots of sex and him eating out his s/o.  - He is protective of the children he has with his s/o.

[hunterssm00n]

trying desperately to spread my love of ugly men. all hail a crooked nose and some bags under his squirrelly eyes

[hunterssm00n]

[hunterssm00n]

More monsters for the sex ban ask you posted? Can you elaborate on these monsters too?

* Gargoyles

* Inccubas

* Satyrs

* Mermen

* Nagas

* Driders

Anything else too you wanna include too

A/N: The one anon refers to is this one.

Garogyle boyfriend would be sad. He knew what he did wrong, but he was expecting you to be merciful to him and forget about it. He would follow you around without saying a word, just being sad and gloomy until you give up and suck his dick for being so fucking adorable. Little do you know it was his plan all along.

Incubus boyfriend wouldn't have any of your shit. You wouldn't deprive him of substance, you just need good convincing. And if that convincing involves him tied down to a table as you ride him until you are satisfied... he would happily comply.

Satyr boyfried would be confused at first. He didn't do anything wrong, he was just out with his friends having some wine. If he arrived too late and maybe broke some things on his way to you it wasn't his fault, it was all because he wanted to get to your warm body as soon as possible. You can't blame him for that, can you?

(Tw: dub-con!) Merman boyfriend would be salty (pun intended). He would act like a sulking fish, apologizing over and over until you promise to forgive him. Just to trick you into a false sense of security and fuck multiple shots of his come back into your warm heat even if you told him it's not safe. What can he do if he wants to breed you so bad?

Naga boyfriend and drider boyfriend would be delighted. They would take the opportunity to prove to you how much they can do for you. How well they can treat you. How incredibly satisfied they can make you if you just lift the ban... And if you don't agree, they can always coil around you (naga) or tie you down with silk (drider).

You can send me more headcanon ideas and you can read other here.

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                                                                                    Walk In Visit

Richard Trager x Reader

Word Count: 2,009

cw: noncon, cunnilingus, forced orgasm, creampie, shitty doctor/patient rp, trager is a dickhead, there is no plot just enjoy it or something idk it’s something I shit out cause I couldn’t sleep

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: Reader visited the asylum on the wrong day and ends up in the tender care of a certain “doctor”.

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

“I’m so sorry about the mess, babe. I wasn’t expecting any female patients today. You surprised me,” the man wheels you into a room that smells like an entire football team ate shit and died all at once. There’s guts and blood everywhere painting the walls and pooled on the floor while this maniac is rambling like nothing is wrong. Pretty typical of your experience as a guest at the asylum so far.

Not a whole hell of a lot of anything is making sense in this endless nightmare and you would be about as surprised as the piece of beef jerky that’s talking your leg off if that changed any time soon. A name from a manila folder jumps out at you, some douche that played at being a doctor, called.. what was it? Trey? Trager? That was it. Judging by his disturbingly coherent and stick up the ass way of speaking it was safe to assume he wasn’t a patient.

Keep reading

[hunterssm00n]

OOHH I've had this idea in my head since a long time ago, but...I would give anything to see Richard Trager all tied up on his knees and begging for..well, you guess 😉 (I want him badly)

Warning: NSFW

Reader Ties Richard Trager up

How the tables had turned. You managed to tear yourself free from the wheelchair Trager strapped you to. It happened so fast. He barely had time to react. Before he could attack you, you tackled him to the dirty floor.

You pushed Trager down, your hand pressing firmly against his bare chest. He grunted and went for your throat, but you grabbed his wrist.

“You little shit…” he growled.

A mean smile met your lips as you gripped both of his wrists, pinning them down. Your eyes snapped to the ropes on the armrests of the wheelchair, and you quickly snatched them.

“Stay down.”

Trager struggled and cursed you, but you kept holding him down. You tied his hands together behind his back, then finally got off him. You yanked him to his knees roughly and stood, smiling down at him cruelly.

“Doesn’t feel too good, does it?” You asked.

Trager didn’t want to admit it, but it actually did feel good. Really, really good. He felt a problem growing harder from under his makeshift apron, and he was sure you could see it. He tugged at his tied hands, the ropes only getting tighter. He couldn’t help but let out a pained moan.

“Yeah, you like that?” You grinned.

Trager panted softly and squirmed in discomfort, the floor beginning to bruise his knees. He gazed up at you lustfully, getting off at the sadistic look in your eye.

“Yeah, I like that.” He moaned breathily.

You giggled, staring Rick down as he silently begged you to touch him. You brought your foot up and pressed it lightly against his groin, making him groan.

“Want help?” You asked. Trager nodded, mind foggy as you rubbed your foot against him. “Hmm, I dunno…” you teased.

You took your foot off him, and he offered an almost whiny groan. He couldn’t bring himself to struggle or stand anymore. He just wanted to submit to you, and let you do what you want.

“Please…”

It pained Trager to say that word, so pathetically too. He couldn’t believe you broke him down to this. He stared up at you and moaned, not caring about anything else but you.

[hunterssm00n]

𝐃𝐨𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐞 +18

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮.

Twt: suggestive content; female reader; +18

𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵

A searing pain shoots through your head the moment your eyes begin to open. The discomfort is so intense that you close them again, letting out a low groan, feeling your pulse throb inside your skull. The world around you seems to spin for a moment, as if your mind is still trapped between unconsciousness and reality.

Taking a deep breath, you try to move, only to be interrupted by a shrill metallic sound. The noise echoes through the cold room, and your heart races. With effort, you lift your head, blinking repeatedly to adjust to the pale, artificial light that illuminates the room. Your eyes widen when you realize the reason for the noise: your wrists are firmly held by steel handcuffs, attached to the rigid frame of a stretcher.

The touch of the cold metal against your skin contrasts with the feverish heat spreading through your body. Your chest rises and falls in a shaky breath as the reality of the situation imposes itself brutally. The smell in the air is a sterile, metallic mix, with a faint hint of something chemical that makes your stomach churn.

Every detail of the room begins to become clearer—white, lifeless walls, surgical instruments neatly lined up on a nearby tray, and the oppressive presence of something or someone that hasn’t revealed itself yet, but that you can feel watching.

Before you could even formulate a question or even process what was happening, a movement in the darkness of the room made your body freeze. Your breath caught in your throat as a silhouette began to stand out in the shadows, slow, calculated footsteps echoing across the cold floor.

When he finally revealed himself in the pale, flickering light, your stomach churned. This wasn’t just another one of the deformed, insane patients in that hellhole where you were trapped. No… this one was different.

Your heart beats wildly, and like a flash of lightning, fragmented memories invaded your mind in a whirlwind of fear and adrenaline.

You remembered—the hallways of the asylum, the peeling and bloody walls, the frantic sound of your own footsteps echoing in the void as you ran for your life. They were after you. Two inmates, their faces twisted in sick expressions of sadistic pleasure, their grotesque voices laughing among themselves as they joked about how best to tear you apart.

But then… they stopped.

You remember the exact moment your pursuers suddenly stopped their chase, their eyes filled with an almost reverent awe. One of them muttered something—“The doctor will take care of her.”

And now, staring at the figure before you, the truth hits you like a blow to the chest.

He is that doctor.

Your body trembles, and the wave of terror that runs down your spine almost suffocates you. The air feels thin, and even though your mind screams for you to react, your muscles don’t obey. But true despair sets in when your eyes finally drop to your hands.

A pair of long, sharp surgical scissors gleam under the fluorescent light.

The cold metal reflects your own face, contorted in terror.

You try to swallow hard, but your throat is too dry. Cold sweat trickles down your skin as the “doctor” tilts his head slightly to the side, as if he’s analyzing every detail of you, savoring the moment.

Fear grips your chest like an invisible fist.

You know there’s no escape.

You try to wiggle, pulling your arms hard in the desperate hope of finding some slack in the restraints. The cold metal of the handcuffs bites into your skin, leaving red marks as you writhe, your heart hammering in your chest. You need to get out. You need to run.

But all you get in return is the metallic sound of chains rattling—and a low chuckle.

The “doctor” watches your struggles with obvious amusement, his eyes shining with a mix of clinical interest and pure sadism. He tilts his head slightly to the side, as if he’s analyzing a failed experiment.

Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he shakes his head and says, in that mocking drawl:

"Ahh, sweetie... I love it when you try to struggle like that. I always think that maybe—just maybe—one of you will come up with something clever. But, tsk, tsk... Look at you! Like a little fish out of water. Struggling, despairing... pathetic. And so adorable."

He lets out a nasal chuckle, his teeth bared in a crooked smile, as he twirls the enormous scissors in his fingers, the sound of the metal clinking in the air.

"But please keep going! Don't stop on my account. I love watching you cling to that little thing called hope. It just makes everything so much more fun."

Your eyes begin to fill with tears, your chest burning with fear and frustration. But you won’t cry.

Not in front of him.

You know that if you give in, if you let him see your desperation, you’ll only be feeding his sick ego. You’ll only be giving him exactly what he wants.

And then, instead of fear, another emotion begins to boil inside you.

Rage.

Your teeth clench, your breath coming in short gasps, and before you know it, the words escape your lips in a furious growl:

“You sick son of a bitch!”

The insult echoes through the cold room, but instead of anger, all you get in return is a low, satisfied chuckle.

Richard Trager seems delighted by your reaction. He takes a few steps forward, the flickering light casting shadows over his bony face and that crooked, enthusiastic smile.

With his free hand, he slides his wrinkled fingers along your arm, a touch that should be gentle but is disturbing. Your skin crawls in instant revulsion. He takes his time, his fingertips tracing lazy circles, before leaning in a little closer, his voice dropping to a wicked, slurred whisper:

"Ahh… What a dirty mouth you have, sweetie… I love a patient with fire in her blood. It makes everything so much more… intimate."

He lets out a nasal chuckle, tilting his head to the side as his fingers slowly descend, almost exploratory.

"And you know what's most interesting? That little body of yours is shaking... is it fear or is it something else? Hm? Because honestly, I'd love to find out."

He licks his lips lightly, as if savoring his own imagination, and gives your skin a slight squeeze before letting go, his eyes shining with sick excitement.

"But don't worry, sweetie... Oh, no. I'm a man of science! And I love a hands-on experiment."

The smile he gives you is too wide, stretched, completely distorted in pure sadistic amusement.

Fear grips your chest like an invisible fist. Your entire body is covered in goosebumps, every nerve on edge, waiting for the worst. What is he going to do to you?

A thousand possibilities run through your mind—all of them sick, all of them terrible.

The tears you were fighting so hard to hold back finally escape, rolling silently down your face. Damn. You didn't want to cry, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but your body won't listen to you anymore.

Your voice comes out shaky, almost a whisper:

"Sick... you're completely sick..."

You expect him to get angry, to lose his temper and reveal something worse. But instead, Richard just laughs. A low, husky laugh, full of amusement. He's loving this.

He leans over you, his eyes sliding lazily over your face, as if studying every feature, every tiny reaction. His fingers still trace lines on your skin, now with an almost calculated slowness.

Then he murmurs, his voice full of charming and irritating sarcasm:

"Oh, sweetie... You say it like it's a problem. But look at you... So helpless, so vulnerable... and yet, so beautiful like that."

He smirks, his eyes sparkling with a different interest.

"If I'm sick... then tell me... Why haven't you looked away yet?"

The provocation hits home. You open your mouth to retort, but no words come out. Your heart beats hard, too fast, and something inside you starts to get confused.

Richard notices. And he loves it.

He leans a little closer, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

"Ahh... I think maybe... just maybe... you're starting to understand what I mean."

"...This sick guy is flirting with me...?!"

The sentence echoes in your mind, leaving a bitter taste of disbelief. This can only be a very bad joke of fate... But then, why did his words hit you so hard?

You feel your own heart beating fast, confused, irritated—and maybe something else that you refuse to name.

So lost in these thoughts, you almost don't notice the doctor's bold hand sliding down to your overalls. His skillful fingers begin to undo the buttons with disturbing calm, without any rush.

It is the sound of the first button opening that brings you back to reality.

"What are you doing?!"

Your voice comes out almost as a scream, but there is something strange bubbling in your gut—something that makes you even more uneasy.

Richard stops for a second, looking at you with that annoyingly amused smile, as if he were about to tell the joke of the century. Then, with the most fake and carefree tone in the world, he shrugs:

"Hey, sweetie... I need to examine you, right? See if everything is working properly..."

He pulls another button, slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I don't want my favorite patient to have some little... internal problem."

Another button comes undone. His smile only grows when he sees the way you flinch, yet don't look away.

"Relax, I'm a professional, you know? Hippocratic Oath and all that... well, kind of."

His laugh is low and drawn out, and even though you want to yell at him, your body feels stiff, as if you're waiting for what's coming next.

The last button is undone with a soft click.

The fabric of the jumpsuit loosens and slides down your shoulders, revealing a glimpse of your worn bra, the thin, frayed fabric imperfectly covering your breasts.

The doctor's eyes shine with pure interest. And something beneath him—something you'd rather not have noticed—stirs in response.

He lets out a low whistle, as if he's examining a beautiful work of art.

"Well... Now this is an unexpected spectacle."

His gaze slides slowly over your body, indecently, unhurriedly.

"You know, sweetie..." He tilts his head, the tip of his tongue lightly running over the corner of his mouth. "I've had many patients on this gurney... But you? Hmm... You're making me want to do a much more detailed examination."

His fingers brush lightly against your exposed skin, almost playfully, as a crooked smile appears on his lips.

"And that bra? So old..."

He tugs lightly on one of the straps, letting it snap back against your skin with a soft snap.

"You need a new one, huh? Maybe one I can pick out for you... Something I can have fun taking off later."

He chuckles, pleased with your expression—be it shock, irritation, or something else.

"But there's no need to be shy, okay?" He leans closer, his lips almost touching your ear. "I promise I loved the view... And I'm sure there's still so much more for me to love."

Heat washes over your body in an overwhelming way. You don’t want to feel it—you shouldn’t feel it—but something inside you stirs, hot and restless.

Excitement.

The sound of the doctor’s breathing becomes more noticeable as he lowers your bra with a slow tug, as if he’s savoring every second of the revelation.

His eyes burn with indecent interest. He’s loving this.

“Ahh, sweetie…” His voice is a slurred murmur, almost as if he’s tasting your name on his tongue. “You’re one surprise after another.”

His fingers glide over the sensitive skin before cupping one of your breasts, exploring the texture, playing with your body’s reaction. You make a small sound—involuntary, embarrassing—and it only seems to feed his ego.

"Oh? That was... lovely."

The amusement in his voice is unnerving. He tightens his grip, watching your every move intently.

"So responsive... And here I thought you were just trying to tease me."

His lips curve into a satisfied smile as he brings his other hand to your second breast, giving it the same attention, the same lazy tease.

"You know, darling... I've always been a curious man. And now I wonder..."

He leans in, his warm breath brushing your exposed skin.

"If touching you already makes you react like this... What will happen if I go a little further?"

His gaze rises to yours, filled with pure malice, waiting to see if you'll back away or if you'll fall even deeper into his game.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙨....

𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩....

[hunterssm00n]

I went to the horrible taste in fictional men contest and they gave me first place

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Night Hunter quick sketch 🦉

[hunterssm00n]

James Logan Howlett aka Wolverine in X2 (2003)

[hunterssm00n]

Take your guy, night hunter nation

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[hunterssm00n]

Robot boyfriend who gets new dick replacements trying to find the one you like the most. He tries really hard to make the best of it.

He starts with a goblin's dick, a bit shorter than human's, but so much wider. It stretches you to the point of screaming, he likes that. He likes the sounds you make enough to record you and listen to them over and over. He tries with tentacles, not his favorite, but you definitely enjoy them, your pussy probed and explored to the point of insanity. Then he tries the werewolf and the minotaur, he likes those the best, how you scream, how you come around them until you are gushing juices around the dicks... He loves that. He loves how wet and desperate you get when he starts to inflate the built in knot until you are a babbling mess and you can't think correctly. And then he gets the orc one, the biggest of them all, colored accordingly and so big and perfect that it makes you squirt. That surprises him, and tries and tries to make you do it again. You can't do it twice in one session, but that doesn't stop him.

He recorded every single sign and twitch you made, and now he wants a repeat to make it better... You don't know of a better way of going away than fucked into oblivion by your robot boyfriend and his interchangeable dicks.

This post is @prettycyanide's fault.

[hunterssm00n]

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Masterlist

My ao3

Fanfic (Baldur’s Gate, Dragon Age)

Where the Light Enters (Cole x female Inquisitor) Series Masterlist (20/20 chapters posted)

Without Expectation (sfw, Astarion x gn reader)

A Matter of Time (Timothy Timepiece x reader) Series Masterlist (5/9 chapters posted)

Series

The Shapeshifting Detective (male shapeshifter x fem character) Part 1 (sfw)   Part 2 (sfw)   Part 3 (sfw)   Part 4 (sfw)  Part 5 (sfw) Part 6 (sfw) Part 7 (sfw) Part 8 (sfw) Final Part (sfw)

Proper Etiquette (male demon x fem reader) Part 1 (nsfw)  Part 2 (nsfw) [requested drabble] [request: adjusting to the cold]

The Witch’s Apprentice (male demon x afab reader) Part 1 (sfw)   Part 2 (sfw)  Part 3 (nsfw) Part 4(sfw) Part 5(nsfw) Part 6(sfw) Part 7(sfw)

Vows (male vampire x afab reader) Part 1 (nsfw) Part 2 (sfw) Part 3 (nsfw) Final Part (nsfw) Oliver(prequel)(nsfw)

Deep Water (male siren x fem reader) Part 1 (sfw) Part 2 (sfw) Part 3(sfw) Part 4(sfw) Part 5 (sfw)

Oneshots

Far from shore (nsfw, merman x afab reader)

Willing Sacrifice (nsfw, male monster x fem reader) [a requested follow-up drabble] [requested drabble: period sex]

Ace in the Hole (nsfw, shadow monster x afab reader) The Morning After (sequel, nsfw)

Ghost Stories (nsfw, male specter x afab reader)

In the Name of Science (nsfw, male werewolf x afab reader)

Hunting Season (nsfw, fem jackalope hybrid x afab reader)

On the Altar (nsfw, male dragon x male knight x fem reader)

A Diplomatic Error (nsfw, male orc x fem reader)

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[wolf-shifter] Rome + NSFW Alphabet

wolf-shifter!Rome x human!Reader Warnings: smut

Summary: Let's get to know Rome a bit better.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Rome is mushy and pussy-drunk after having sex with you. Taking care of you when you are still trembling and breathless is mostly about him caressing your heated skin while his knot is still inside you, stretching your walls and keeping his cum where it belongs.

"You were so good, sweetheart," he hums next to your ear while you are on his chest, half-asleep. His warm breath fans over the soft curve of your neck and shoulder. "Can't wait to see you with my pup. You will be so pretty." Even the thought is enough to make his cock twitch in your pussy for another round.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't really have a favorite body part when it's about himself, but he is pretty content with the body he has, human or wolf form. He loves the fact that he is strong enough to protect you and manhandle you anytime he wants.

Rome is a simple male. He loves everything about you. He lives for those moments when you are close to your climax, and your eyes become unfocused while your swollen lips open with a hoarse moan. He loves your tits, of course, and your ass and your pussy and everything he can touch and kiss and caress.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

No matter how much he loves seeing you covered in his cum, his desire to start a family with you is much more urgent.

"Come on, sweetheart," he coos while keeping his gaze between your thighs. He watches his cum leaking out of your pussy, making a mess on the white sheet under your body. "You have to keep it inside to make it work." A slow grin pulls on his face. "The more of my cum you lose, the more I have to fuck you to make up for it."

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn't have secrets. Rome is more than happy to tell you every dirty thing he does or thinks just to see your reaction.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Rome is no womanizer, but he can play with your body like he would with an instrument. He knows how to make you tremble in his embrace and drive you wild with desire.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Call him boring, but doggy style is what makes him feral every time he has the chance to pull you underneath himself.

Your fingers dig into the mattress under you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Rome's chest against your back pushes you deeper into the white-hot delirium that weighs down your mind. One of his large hands is on your hips while the other gropes your breast. Your nipple is hard and sensitive in his palm. The wolf-shifter's cock moves in and out of your messy cunt with rapid speed. "Fuck, love," he grunts breathlessly. "Cum for me, sweetheart, milk my cock."

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can play and joke around at the beginning, but his desire for your warm, pliant body takes over his brain rather quickly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

In his wolf form, Rome is covered in thick, dark fur that works as a furnace every time he holds you in his arms.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Rome is an intense lover. He can be romantic, but overwhelmingly so. He pushes you until he is your whole world in that moment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before your relationship, Rome touched himself regularly while imagining you. Now that you two are together, he doesn't really feel the need to masturbate.

A thin layer of sweat glistens on his naked body while his chest heaves with pleasure. The image of you spread out on his bed, covered in his scent lingers in front of his eyes. "Fuck," he grunts breathlessly. His still half-hard cock is in his hand with your cum-soaked, stolen panties around his shaft.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink with some humiliation.

"This sweet pussy is mine from now on," Rome growls into the curve of your neck, nipping the soft skin with his sharp canines. "I'm gonna stuff it full of my cum until you scream." Waves of arousal run along your spine at his words. While your mind is still unsure about your demanding relationship with the shifter, your body is desperate for more. "Come on, sweetheart," he breathes into your ear, pushing his erection to your center. His shaft slides over your wet slit. "Beg me to fuck you, love. I want to hear you scream for me." You are paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the male above you. Your mind is a desperate mess. "Say it," Rome demands. "Say you want my cock in your pussy. Tell me you want my seed inside you."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the privacy of your home and the comfort of your bed with your scent all around him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is a horny, desperate male who waited long enough for you. No matter what you do, it turns him on, and before you can blink, he is all over you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He says no to anything that can be dangerous for you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. Both is good.

No matter how many times you give him a blowjob, the wolf's reaction is the same. His mind goes blank the moment he feels your lips around his erection, sucking him deeper into your throat while your tongue slides down on his shaft until he is soaked in your saliva.

And he feels the same every time he has the chance to settle down between your legs with his face in your pussy. His claws dig into the soft flesh of your thighs to keep them in place around his head. His long tongue licks over your slit, prodding your throbbing clit before going down again to push into your hole while you shake and plead underneath him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rome often tries to be slow and sensual to savor the moment with you in his arms, but it never lasts long. He is an intense lover. He likes to play rough while manhandling you easily, and the male knows it makes you excited, too.

"Fuck, love," Rome groans close to your ear while holding your legs down in a mating press position. "You like this, don't you?" Your pussy started milking his cock the moment he grabbed your legs to put you the way he wanted you while bullying your tight hole without slowing down.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As it was said before, he is a horny boy. He needs quickies to keep his sanity during the day.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he grunts, pushing down on your back to keep you against the kitchen counter. The throbbing head of his cock glides over your already wet slit. "I will be quick. I promise."

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The shifter enjoys trying out new things with you, but usually, you are the one who comes up with new ideas.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually, by the time Rome is done with you, you are delirious and half-conscious. He can go until you are a sensitive, begging mess, and he finds pride in it.

When it comes to his heat or rutting season, you are excited and scared at the same time. Days can go by without barely any sleep because every time you are ready to rest a bit, the wolf is already on you, chasing his release.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He is not against toys, and if you buy one, he is happy to try it out, but he prefers using his fingers and tongue on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rome loves taunting you during dirty talk, but he doesn't have enough self-control to edge you or deny your orgasm. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is a wolf-shifter. He is not loud but intense with all the growling, groaning, and moaning.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His desire to make you the mother of his pups is not just a kink. He really wants to start a family with you. He helps and supports every way he can during your pregnancy, and if you decide to go back to your career, Rome is more than happy to stay at home and take care of everything else. He is a great parent and a loving partner.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

In his wolf form, he is even taller. Rome is lean, with hard muscles and dark fur all over his body. His cock is long with a slight curve that reaches every sensitive spot in you and a thick knot at the base that fills you up to the point you can't think.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a high sex drive, especially during his rut. When his mind is clouded by his desire for you, the man becomes unstoppable.

"Rome!" You groan, holding onto the edge of the bed with every intent to get up while his arm is heavy and firm around your middle. "Just one more time," he hums, letting his tongue lick over the soft curve of your neck. His erection rubs against your thigh as he rocks his hips desperately. "Just one more, and you can go," he lies. "I promise."

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always makes sure you are asleep before he closes his eyes after sex. Usually, he doesn't have to wait long since he tends to fuck you half-conscious.

[hunterssm00n]

omg now that person has got me back in my ghost era

imagine you’re playing with yourself in front of a mirror and then suddenly something invisible grabs you. your legs are yanked apart and long story short, it makes you watch how your pussy gapes and drools around the ghost’s massive cock.

Kinky invasion

Ghost x ghost x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, size kink, sharing is caring

You know it’s not very lady-like to be playing with yourself in front of the mirror. You are pretty sure there’s some kind of sin related to this one, probably lust or gluttony or something, because you can’t stop staring at your hot center parting for the glass dildo you are using in yourself.

You know it’s filthy, but the thought of somebody watching you the way you are watching yourself makes you gush around the dildo and makes your stomach contract as you get closer and closer to the edge. You see a shadow behind you, and you think it’s a trick of the light, too focused on your pleasure to mind whatever the fuck the bright light is.

But not two seconds later, you feel a caress in the inside of your thigh, and when you look down it feels like there’s something there, as if the air is somewhat distorted around your thigh. But like the perverted girl you are, you open your legs a bit further, fucking your pussy harder as you throw your head back and moan. You feel another light touch, this time to your side. And another on your back. And another against your naked breasts.

“What the-?”

You don’t finish the question before the air around you gets electrified, hands appearing out of nowhere and holding your legs far apart. Two more hands holding yours behind your back as you watch your dildo being pulled out of you in a rush. You don’t have time to react before there’s something big pressing inside of you.

Across you, there’s nothing in the mirror, but you can’t fight against the restrains as a dick as big as you’ve ever felt, as big as your biggest dildo, gets pushed inside of you and you are fucked within an inch of your life. The pace is punishing, and the sight before you is more than obscene, is almost sinful as your pussy is fucked open over and over. You can see your pink insides as the ghostly cock destroys your pussy.

And when you open your mouth to scream, you feel the tip of another one being pushed down your throat. They aren’t careful, they aren’t soft, they fuck you with everything they have and a bit more as you sit there, completely overwhelmed by pleasure as two ghosts have their way with you.

By the time you come, they are fucking you like machines, your throat feels raw and your pussy is gushing juices out of you with each thrust. They aren’t looking for your pleasure, but that doesn’t stop you from coming either way.

You feel the air crackling with more energy, literal sparks flying around you as you feel the dick in your mouth throb as it releases in the back of your throat, his hands releasing your arms as they grab your head and push you against his invisible groin so they empty himself as far as possible. You observe how your mouth is obscenely open, your drool dripping around the edges of your lips and warm come filling your throat until you are coughing and he’s pulling back.

But they aren’t done.

The one between your legs grabs forcefully your hips. He’s so rough you can see the imprints of ghostly hands against your love-handles as they bury themselves hard enough to hit your cervix and they fill you up to the brim. You watch mesmerized how the come drips down around his dick, lining his shape before he releases you completely.

You stare into the mirror as come drips from your chin and pussy, and wonder how can you make that happen again.