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Let’s start this off properly.

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Reader drooling over delicious looking orc 🍆

NSFW, MDNI, oral, size kink, dumbification, breeding vibes. Written on my phone.

Orc x fem reader 🩷

You knew your orc boyfriend was big. You knew from the way he adjusted himself constantly, from the huge outline on his pants, from how proud that cocky beast of yours looked was every time he caught you staring like a starved little slυt.

But nothing, nothing, prepared you for seeing it bare. Exposed to its full glory. The moment his pants dropped, your brain short-circuited. Just zap, gone. Poof! It was as if someone yanked the thoughts out of your skull and left you kneeling with your mouth hanging open like a thirsty fucking fool.

“Lost your tongue, pretty thing?” he growled with smug satisfaction. “Or just too busy drooling for my cοck?”

You couldn’t even sass back.

Not when that monstrous length was standing thick and proud between his thighs, glistening with pre-cυm, fat veins pulsing along the sides. It was a stunning masterpiece, his cοck. Heavy and thick, the kind of dick that would bruise your insides in the best way possible. The girth curved slightly upward, bοbbing against his bare chest.

Instinctively, your thighs rubbed together, your brain a mess of fuck, and how the hell would that even fit?

“Oh my god…” you trailed off, licking your lips.

He chuckled, stepping closer until the cockhead bumped your bottom lip, smearing you with precυm. You let your tοngue hang in bliss. Silently begging for more.

“There you are,” he rumbled. “All soft and stupid, look at you. Drοοlin’ already and I haven’t even shoved it in that needy little mοuth yet.”

You whimpered, actually whimpered, a gush of slick pοοling between your thighs. He grinned like the beast he was and took action, brushing the bulbοus tip over your tοngue as you οpened up for him, wide-eyed and ruined before he even did a damn thing. Your lips closed around him as he fed you his cοck, and he hissed through his tusks, fists tightening at his sides.

“Fuck… hnn… yes, that’s it, just like that. Gods, you look so fucking pretty chοking on me.” His hips rolled slow, teasing, like he wanted to make the moment last, to watch you struggle and squirm with him thick down your throat.

You gagged. He moaned.

Your eyes watered. He went deep, stretching your throat.

He called you a gοοd girl and cupped your neck, giving deep pumps inside.

And your brain? Gone.

Wrecked by the feel, the taste, the way he petted your nape like were something precious while he used your mοuth. Making you go numb with bliss, tears and saliva οn your face. Again and again face-fucked you until he exploded, jets of orc cυm flooding your thrοat and traveling down your stοmach.

When he pulled out with a slick pοp, you collapsed forward, smushing your cheek against his strong thigh. Panting, lips swollen and messy, eyes glassy. He crouched low, lifted your chin, and sent you a slow, dangerous smirk.

“Not even inside you yet, and you’ve already gone all dumb for me.” He dragged his cοck down your cheek with a groan. “What’s that little brain even good for now, huh? Just sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how hard I’ll fυck you? How deep I’ll stuff this cοck until you’re drooling?”

You nodded.

You couldn’t do anything else.

And he laughed, low and husky. “Then get on your back, princess. Let’s see how dumb you really get when I break you open.”

Reblog if you’d let an orc ruin your throat 😌 Follow for more delicious monster filth!

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dani strips - DANI

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>> permission granted from the artist

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Ambrose, my beloved the minotaur for @monstersflashlight and for myself because I love him

He's a brindle-coated highland minotaur w/ green eyes, in case anyone was wondering! <3

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Many women's secret desire.....

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Vampire boyfriend who can read your mind, so you torment him with the most shameless, unhinged debauchery known to man.

Friend: So, what are you guys doing afterwards?

You, rubbing your temples and thinking hard: Nothing in particular.

Vampire Lord, holding his glass with trembling hands and trying to keep a straight face: We must retire early tonight, I'm afraid. H-health reasons.

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Have this idea about reader going to watch porn for the first time in a while. It looks like they’re in costumes, the guy has demon horns and a tail… and he doesn’t seem very interested in the girl he’s fucking.

Honestly, he looks bored and his cock is only semi-hard. The lady’s fake moans echoing through the preview even turn you off.

When you click the video and watch, suddenly he looks into the camera and his cock twitches, getting hard.

Then he jumps through your screen! You somehow clicked on incubus porn, and now you’re being pounded by a sexually frustrated incubus.

Your fat pussy just looks so pretty, taking him so well! He’s gonna have to put a claim over your womb now…

He’s never felt this good before, there’s no way he’s leaving without forming some kind of contract with his cute little human toy!

Should I do something with this idea..?

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Commission for Vamp

A/N: The naga that works at the tattoo parlor is now named, and her name is Poppy (pronouns she/them).

Suck Dicking (or Dick Sucking)

Ambrose (minotaur) x fem!reader || dick worship, oral sex, (light) dirty talk, (very light) bondage

Ambrose left for a tattoo convention/event two weeks ago.

TWO. WEEKS. AGO. And you are going completely insane over it.

At first, he was all stress and nerves because they were in charge of a couple panels. You helped Ambrose prepare for his for over a week before he left and it didn’t matter how many times you told him he was going to do great, he was still nervous about it. (Which of course you found lowkey adorable).

Once he left, you made sure to text him extra hard. Every chance you got, you sent him a text about anything and everything. You sent him pics of the kittens, candid pics of yourself, a few pics of your food so he didn’t worry about if you were eating… But you stopped bringing up sex in your texts in favor of caring for your boyfriend.

He had other struggles to deal with that weren’t his hypersexual human girlfriend. It was no biggy, you could totally deal with two weeks of no sex.

Totally.

…Maybe.

Your minotaur boyfriend wasn’t the best at interacting with so many people for so many hours, not to mention for days on end. He was probably beyond overwhelmed, and you didn’t want to add the fact that you were hornier than a werewolf in heat to his worries.

It didn’t matter that Ambrose said he would call you and you could have phone sex if you wanted, because at the end of everyday, when he called, he sounded so tired and ready to fall asleep that you didn’t have the heart to tell him you were rubbing your clit at the sound of his voice. You knew he suspected you were doing it, but he never said anything about it. That was a big fucking sign that he was indeed too tired for sex.

Your self-assigned sacrifice didn’t end there. The fact that Poppy took her time to record Ambrose’s panel to send it to you didn’t help, either. If there was something you found incredibly sexy, was your boyfriend being all professional.

It was why you got very wet every time you were hanging out at the tattoo parlor when he was working. It was why Poppy frowned at you when you tried to enter Ambrose’s area of the parlor and took you away. She said you were too distracting for him, that your smell alone could end up messing up somebody’s piercing or tattoo… So you complied, but fuck. Watching his panel got you so hot.

So you’ve been basically edging yourself for two weeks at the thoughts of your minotaur boyfriend. By the time you wake on his arrival day, you are more than ready to have him back home. To have him back home and to fuck him until neither of you could walk. You want to ride him like a mechanical bull. You’re determined to become the first human to ride a minotaur until he tapped out.

Fuck, you’re so horny not even your thoughts make sense anymore.

That’s why you’re already waiting at the other side of the door when he opens it. That’s why you’re perking up like a Meerkat on alert the second you hear the doorknob, even. That’s why you literally jump over him the second the door is closed, your lips to his neck as you bite down on the tendon, making his knees buckle under him and almost send both of you to the ground. He braces for the first impact, but the second you bite down harder, his knees fully give out and you tumble to the floor.

You can’t make sense of what you want most anymore, hugging him with your whole body as you kiss every tiny fraction of skin you can reach, nuzzling into him and telling him how much you missed him, and how proud you are of him.

After a few minutes, he grunts, picking you both up as you giggle against his neck and he walks to the living room, not letting you down. He sits on the sofa and you almost laugh maniacally, your plan going perfectly.

You step back, dismounting his lap and running around the sofa before he can fully process it, grabbing his hands and tying them behind the back of the sofa with incredible accuracy. He’s looking at you as if you grew a second head.

“What are you doing?” He asks, looking at you with hooded eyes. You tie a double knot you’ve been practicing for the whole two weeks he’s been away and pull hard. He grunts, trying to get free and failing.

After running back, you fall to your knees between his legs as he struggles to try and get free. Your plan is a success so far. “I’ve been kept from you and your dick for far too long, and I need to have it now,” you sound desperate even to your own ears.

“Why am I tied up, sunshine?” He asks between labored breaths.

You look up at him with your best display of puppy dog eyes. “Because this is about you, and I don’t want anything distracting you from how good I’m going to make you feel.”

“And why do I have to be tied up for… Ahh Fuck-” He groans when you pull down his pants and instantly wrap your lips around his soft head. “Haven’t you… Ngh… Haven't you jerked off while I was away?” He groans again as you suck a bit harder, hollowing your cheeks to make him see stars.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” You tease. You haven’t jerked off, you’ve been edging yourself at the thought of how good it would feel when he got back, amplifying your usual horniness for your boyfriend by a thousand.

“Fuck, I can’t think if you keep doing that,” his voice is half broken, and you feel powerful as you keep going. “I’m… Fuck, I’m probably sweaty from the trip, let me… Unfh… Let me shower,” he almost pleads.

You look up at him from under your lashes, and with a cocky grin, kissing the tip of his rapidly filling cock before replying: “No.” You take as much of him as you can, his soft dick filling in your mouth as you moan around him.

The curses he expels over your head could almost convince you that he was a sailor. They make you giddy in the best way possible as you lap and suck around him. He starts to get hard, fast, filling your mouth to the brim and making you have to pull back a little not to choke. Not that you don’t like to choke… but maybe not as much without it being his hands collaring your throat.

You keep going, playing every trick in your book as you drool on the tip, using the moisture to jerk him off with both hands, your lips making out with the head of his cock, making him cry out your name. As always, as soon as he starts getting hot, he starts talking.

“Good Goddess, I’ve been dreaming of your body and sweet pussy every single day since I’ve been away. The way you’d feel, the way you’d taste. It was genuinely making it difficult for me to interact with clients. Poppy was so annoyed at me that she sent me away multiple times, Brick’s amusement was endless.” You giggle, one of your hands slipping down and massaging his balls as he groans above you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You ask between licking his dick and slurping at the tip. His eyes are unfocused and his breathing is labored. You feel like a ruler at his hooves.

His head falls back with a loud moan and you do it again until he’s struggling in the restraints and you feel a high of power that sends sparks of pleasure down your spine. Fuck, you’re so wet. You still aren’t going to touch yourself, not yet, this is all about Ambrose and his precious, beautiful, sweet and juicy dick.

“I didn’t want to worry you. I was already worried about you.” You arch a brow but you don’t ask, your mouth otherwise occupied.

You massage his length with both hands, licking at his tip again, using your saliva as lubrication as he looks away and his dick throbs in your hands. You make a hum of confusion, and he looks back at you, his eyes a bit unfocused and his breathing getting heavier.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groans. You smirk up at him, slowly tonguing his slit and motioning for him to continue talking. “You weren’t talking about sex so… Good Goddess... I thought there was something wrong, you’re always talking about sex.” You pull back a little, staring up at his eyes as you let out a giggle, moving your hands up and down his dick faster. He curses and your grin grows bigger.

“I was dealing with a ton of sexual frustration over here,” you confess. “I’ve been basically edging since you went away.” You try not to feel embarrassed. He looks at you the same way he does when he’s buried deep inside of you, and the whimper you let out is proof of all kinds of horny signals he causes in your brain and pussy.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Fuck. Do that again,” his voice is nothing but a broken moan, and you comply.

You squeeze around his shaft at the same time as you lick over his slit, your tongue probing the tiny hole before your piercing passes over it, making his hips bulk up. You don’t bother responding to his question, deciding to suck him deeper. The way he moans your name is enough to make you whimper and your legs quiver.

“I’m close. Fuck, sunshine… Your mouth. You have the prettiest most amazing and tight mouth in the world. You’re driving me insane…” His words stop making sense, just a mix of pleas and compliments that leave you even more enthusiastic than before. You keep going, massaging his shaft and balls as you suck around his tip, giving special attention to the little spot that you know drives him insane. “Please, please, sunshine please…”

You look at him and swallow around his tip, your jaw is starting to hurt, and you want nothing other than to taste his cum on your tongue. You grab onto his knot at the same time your other hand presses at the space between his balls and his hole, making him bulk his hips erratically as you try to keep up. He groans and curses and then… He explodes.

There’s so much of it that you can barely contain it in your mouth, some of it spilling as he cries out your name. You keep sucking and lapping around the head of his cock, trying to swallow as much as possible as he starts whimpering in oversensitivity. You pull back lightly, slowly licking up his shaft just one more time before collecting the cum that spilled down your chin, bringing it back to your mouth with a satisfied hum.

He’s looking at you intently when he orders: “Untie me, sunshine.” His voice gives no space for argument, but what are you if not a brat?

“Why? I like this position,” you tell him as you sit yourself on his lap, rolling your hips over his oversensitive dick. He groans as you feel it throb against your clothed cunt. You bite your lip, wishing that your stupid panties weren’t between the two of you.

He chuckles as if you’re adorable for trying to act so cocky. “You have three more seconds to stop and untie me or you’re going to regret it.”

You smirk up at him, pulling your shirt over your head and flashing him your boobs. “Bring it on, tough guy.”

Must be some famous last words, because he finally tears the rope and hauls you over his shoulder to the bedroom. "Now I tie you up."

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Fun in the Sun <3 (found this sitting in my files)

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The Gentle Garden Series

The other two pieces in this series is a bit too much for Tumblr, so you can see them either on bsky or my patreon (and maybe consider subscribing said patreon if you like this!)

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Obsessed with the idea of your monster s/o deeply lost in carnal lust that the only thing on their feral mind is stuffing you full of their cum and breeding you like the good mate you're meant to be. Their wild thrust of fervor turns into an uncontrollable hunt to claim. Deadly claws dig into the fatty flesh that is your thighs, blood-red marks beginning to blossom on your body. You could feel yourself becoming a mindless fuck doll for them, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. Animalistic grunts and growls consume you fully, as incoherent babbles and high-pitched squeals flee from your swollen lips. You’re so overstimulated and sensitive that fat tears streamed down your face. In all honestly, you've lost count of how many times you’ve cum around their dick, but the feeling of it swelling brought you much satisfaction. They were tipping over the edge. And with a strident roar, their hips roughly pumped one last time to the hilt and released buckets of cum inside of you, some of it spilling out. Your monster s/o collapsed on top of you, their brute body a crushing consolation. They pepper sweet kisses on your flushed face, and you smile at the affection. In an instant, the two of you exhausted, welcomed sleep with open arms, not bothering to clean up until the morning.

So hot :)

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The choir shakes the walls outside of Demon Priests office with their heavenly praise. While inside his office he does the same with you, his most precious gift. The one he cherishes above all others. And the one who he simply cannot resist.

So the very moment you flashed him a look with those fuck me eyes of yours as you sat in the front pew of his morning service, Demon Priest knew a new service was in order.

With a flimsy excuse he was already dragging you into his office before the first song could even start. Now they were almost through and he just couldn’t stop rutting into you, your soft curves bouncing with each forceful thrust.

Your moans mix and mingle with the singing voices, more lovely and divine than anything he’s ever heard. Wet kisses are placed against your soft skin as he watches you writhe in pleasure with a terrifying demonic reference. So wrong yet so pure.

“Sing for me, little dove. Let me hear your worship.”

And then he’s picking up pace, slamming his cock so deep inside of you that you can feel him everywhere. You can’t help but moan even louder and Demon Priest growls his praise.

His claws sink into your wide hips because you just feel so good in his strong hold. He uses that grip to better slam himself inside your perfect fat cunt, making you feel so good that you neatly transcend into the afterlife.

As your pussy flutters around his aching cock, so desperate to cum for him, Demon Priest chants your name like it’s the only prayer he’s ever known. Breathing it into your skin like every thrust of his cock is a blessing you’ve bestowed upon him.

The sheer sin of it all has you both coming so hard you almost pass out, the force of the pleasure so intense that all you can do is let him work you through it. He captures your lips in a heated kiss, drinking your noises like they’re holy water.

For a moment the two of you sag against each other, basking in the utter bliss of your release. Until the sudden clamoring of the congregation breaks through that haze of bliss. At his furrowed brow you quickly dress and follow Demon Priest out of his office.

Back in the main hall, everyone is whispering to each other, their voices tinged with shock and awe. All of them are surrounding someone, or something, standing in the center aisle. As soon as they see Demon Priest they part like the Red Sea to reveal two long pairs of wings, their pale downy feathers curling around the figure who wields them.

As if sensing new eyes on him, the figure whirls around to face them and red piercing eyes meet… yours. A shiver runs down your spine. Every inch of him is soft and perfect, his hair as white as the clouds, and visually stunning in every way. But it’s something about those eyes that chill you to the bone and that gentle smirk that plays on his lips.

When he shifts his gaze to Demon Priest it’s like you can finally breathe. But the Fallen Angel’s smirk only grows. A deep growly sound emits from his throat in greeting and you realize he must be saying Demon Priest’s name. The Fallen Angel starts making his way toward you and the very atoms in your body begin to buzz.

“So, this is your little gift we’ve all been hearing about back home,” Fallen Angel sings, his voice as smooth as silk. Yet there’s an undeniable tension to it, an envious strain he just can’t hide.

Standing at a height even taller than Demon Priest, Fallen Angel has to crouch down to level with you. Your eyes widen, heart beating a little faster as you try and process the sheer beauty before you. He grips your chin, intending on inspecting you.

But the moment his touch grazes your skin Fallen Angels hisses, hidden fangs snapping out. He jerks his hand back as if burned and eyes filled with rage immediately begin to glimmer with deeper interest.

“How fascinating… it seems He doesn’t want me to touch you,” he whispers, not upset but only more curious.

Fallen Angel leans in closer till your breath is mingling in the small space left between you. His eyes never once leaving yours, even as the whispers around you grow louder. Instead, his wings drag across the ground and curl around you, trapping you in his vicinity and shielding you from their gaze. And in this moment it is only you and him.

“Unfortunately for you I seem to the want the very things I can’t have.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips and the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. It bubbles around you, lulling you into a sense of security despite the warnings ringing in your head. Making you so desperately want to close the remaining space when you know you shouldn’t. His tongue peaks out to wet his lips and you find yourself subconsciously mirroring the action.

“It’s why I’m here, after all. For you.”

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you’re in line at the restaurant and there’s a dragon three tables over. that’s not really weird. you’re in the city, there’s all kinds of species all mixed together here. the weird part is she won’t stop staring at you

you feel your wings twitch. no one else can see them, of course. no one except her, because her eyes widen very slightly. how the fuck can she see them? you know they’re not actually there, even if you can feel them flexing and shifting as you move, but she definitely sees them because when you open them her jaw parts with an absolutely inscrutable expression

she watches you the whole meal and pretends she isn’t - watches your wings flex and your tail weave as you eat with hands that don’t bend right or have the right number of digits. her beautiful amber eyes stare into your own, somehow peeling away your skin to see what’s under it

when you go to bus your tray, you have to walk past her. she leans over and hisses “kin…” in your ear so quietly that even you can barely hear it. she knows.

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listen- i get it inhuman monsters are hot. You're never going to hear me say that they aren't. And I'm also just as annoyed as every other monster fucker when people hype up a character as a hot monster and it's literally just a guy- BUT

There is something very sexy about someone who is almost human, mostly human, even. but with monster ancestry so far back they don't even realize that they have something inhuman in their blood- until it starts coming out. they get twitchy during the full moon- they have this voice in the back of their head telling them to bite, and claw with claws they don't even have. It's easy enough to ignore it at first, but as soon as they give in to those baser, inhuman instincts even once, it becomes impossible to ignore, and slowly their body starts to change into that of their monster ancestor until they're unrecognizable. an inhuman exterior to match their blood.