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WIP REQUESTS 

My requests may take a long time since I’m busy with college and battling depression. I’ll always make sure to get them done though! I love my requests and asks! 

Conquest and Thragg x GN reader

LADS men x reader Mix and match

ATLA gang reaction to reader in lingerie

Junkrat x GN reader

Pharah x black reader part two

Zayne fluffy smut

Aang x black reader

Katara x reader

Fandoms I’ll write for 

Overwatch

Invincible 

Dragon Age series 

Baldurs Gate 

Guilty Gear

Mass Effect 

JJK

Various monsters

Love and Deepspace 

Resident Evil 

Stardew valley 

Fields of Mistrea

One piece (a bit iffy because of Oda)

Etc

What I won’t write 

Male readers (I only write for female readers, GN readers, nonbinary afab readers, and trans female readers)! 

No one underage or under 20 for smuts. I’m only writing for characters 20 and above on smuts. Any characters that are 19 or younger are not taken unless it’s a fluff platonic story like parent and child, best friends, etc 

Skat or poop fetish content, I won’t write about it if it’s requested. Not to kink shame but I’m not the person you’re looking for to write that stuff. 

Piss kink fetish content. Same thing with skat fetish I can’t write that, but to each their own ♡

Vore

Illegal relationships such as literal incest (not like Caleb since they’re step siblings but I won’t be exploring this trope for now as it’s not my taste), bestiality (not including monster hybrids with human characters like mermaids, werewolves, nagas, etc), and a relationship between a minor and adult will not be taken.

Straight non con won’t be taken, I can only go as far as dub con. 

What I will write: 

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Straight, lesbian, or lgbt relationship 

Reader with a specific body type in mind 

Black readers ♡

Readers with certain characteristics or disabilities (I’d have to do some research to represent respectability)

Multiple characters (my limit is 7 so far) 

Monsters: Mermaid/Merman, Vampires, werewolves, Orcs, Ghosts, Nagas, Demons, Dragon hybrid, other hybrids, tentacles, etc (just ask me ^^) 

The palace guards had tied you up in shackles, your punishment? You’d be wed and sacrificed to the king's son buried deep underneath the catacombs, the ferocious Minotaur. The giant bull was the king's only heir, and if you could survive and bear his children, you could continue the royal family’s bloodline, hopefully giving any unfortunate child you could manage to make look fully human… The king was ashamed of himself for creating such a disgusting creature, but he was cursed, and each time he tried to procreate, start all over, he’d fail no matter who he slept with.

You were the perfect candidate, you were of noble descent, a woman with a sharp tongue who spoke her mind at any press meeting or event. You had tarnished the king's name one time while drunk at a party, and he made sure to give you hell for it.

You were personally escorted into the dark tunnel leading into the cramped catacombs by two stoic guards you once knew as friendly acquaintances. They didn’t exchange pleasantries, didn’t even look your way, they only walked with you down the dim paths only lit by small dancing torches. The town's priest followed silently behind, lowly praying words that worshiped the king and asked for your forgiveness. You all stop in a wide open space, statues and moonlight shining through a hole at the top top. The priest throws his head into the air, mumbling the practiced chant to bind you holy matrimony.

“Forgive her, King Elris, forgive her, let her give you an heir, a legitimate heir,” he whispered “let these two souls come together, and flourish…”

The walls around you shook, lanterns that hugged tight on stone drifting and flailing around when a loud wail echoed out from the distance. Huffing, a struggling bull's growl and fast footsteps rushed through thin halls, sniffing the three of you out like sport.

“Let them create blessed life, let them start anew…”

The priest rubs a bead of sweat pooling on his brow line “let them continue the royal bloodline, let these two souls begin a life of contentment knowing that they have served their king..”

Huff— Huff— !

Your body shakes with each passing moment, the guards had long since let you go, now creating a good amount of distance between you. You knew your fate was in the hands of this creature, and judging by how loud his groans of irritation were getting, you didn’t have much time left. If this beast was as ferocious as everyone had put him out to be, wouldn’t he kill you right on the spot? Well, you were only a test subject after all…one of the few you were certain about. If he didn’t fancy you, he’d surely be given more women until he picks a suitable mate, right?

“Let these two damned souls be united,”

Huff—!

“Together, as h-husband.. and wife.”

The guards finally book out of the way, running back down the tunnel to where you assumed was the exit. The priest throws a bloomed flower at you, usually couples who get wed in your town celebrate new life with flowers, this one in particular representing mercy and forgiveness. He gives you a once over, pity? Regret? You had no idea… all you knew was one second he was there, and the next he was gone.

You closed your eyes, listening as the sounds of double rough hooves scraped against the hard floor and the hard roar that accompanied it. You were preparing yourself to die, or at worst, tortured.

You didn’t pray to the king for forgiveness, nor did you try to dwell, any thought of your past life would crush you, and you weren’t sure you could maintain your stiff composure if you thought about how your life used to be, and you sure as hell wouldn’t apologize to the bastard that locked you down here in the first place.

You tremble when it suddenly goes quiet, even though you tried your best to put on a false sense of bravado the moment you felt hot buffs of musky air beat along your face, you knew that you couldn’t turn backwards in time no matter how much you wanted to. You could hear him growl, kick those large hooves of his territorially into the dusty stone beneath him.

“Speak.”

For a moment, you’re silent, still clenching your eyes. You weren’t even sure what to do, you were even more flabbergasted that this creature had spoken to you…

“I- uhm..” you drag on your hesitation, “I don’t know what to say…”

“Why are you here?” He growled, you could feel how close he was getting to you and it made you deadly uncomfortable.

“I-I’ve been sent to you..”

“As your wife….”

It’s quiet after you speak, and truthfully, you’d rather him keep talking.

…

…

…

The bull laughs, puffy clouds of his warm breath breezing past your face. “My wife.” He whispered “You?”

“Y-Yes, your uhm…majesty…”

You feel the heavy vibration of each step when he circles around you, you could tell he was very big, you didn’t need to open your eyes and face death eye to eye. If you died, what use would it be to be even more terrified than you were now? You brace yourself, mumbling a few times out of fear.

“I can smell how petrified you are, is that why you won’t look at me?” He was close to you, so close that it made you jump up when you felt him near your ear. He laughs, a taunt that makes your skin crawl. You were expecting him to be a mindless crazed animal, a predator that wouldn’t spare you a second chance before tearing you in half… but he was teasing you, mocking your fear, and that was far worse than anything you could have anticipated.

“If you’re going to kill me, get it on already.” Your false bravado could be heard by anyone, who were you trying to fool with that faint little tremble in your voice? You could hear the bull behind you laugh once more before he pushes himself up and leaves from behind your shoulder. He got silent, the usual huffing and puffing of his warm breath and the patter of his hard hooves went away instantly, it was like you were fully and truly alone again, but you were far too scared to open your eyes to find out if you were.

“Don’t do this..” you whispered “please don’t do this to me, don’t torture me I can’t handle it, please…” you furrowed your brows, sweat pooling on you like a rainstorm. “Get it over with. Spare me decency, spare me my humanity and just kill me already!” You had finally opened your eyes, they were bloodshot and dry, you hadn’t got a lot of sleep last night anyway, who could blame you? You look around frantically in the faded opening, he wasn’t in front of you, nor was he by your side, could he have actually left…or… You shift, slowly turning to finally meet your tormentor head on. He stood tall behind you, a massive frame almost hitting the ceiling. His eyes were dead, a non human look to them as you expected. He was truly a bull… he was muscular, so so muscular that even if you tried to run away, there wasn’t a chance you could escape…not when his forearm was bigger than your head. He stares down at you, black eyes like deadly arrows that pierce through you.

“You’re finally looking at me,” he makes an expression, but it’s hard to read considering his features. “Braver than I thought you’d be…” he lowers himself down, large arm scooping you up to his chest before he starts to walk down the dark tunnel at the edge of the entrance where he originally came from. You don’t try to squirm, run, what would you do if you were to fight back against this beast? Even from the way he held you with such precision was intimidating enough.

You walk down multiple tunnels for what’s felt like hours, you both are silent, what was there to even say? This “man” was going to most likely kill you, use you, break you…

“Hmm..” you’re thrown off his shoulder onto the floor, landing on a soft cushion that was surprisingly comfortable. It was a bed, a plush mattress with articulate engraving. There were large quilts and fluffy pillows that were made of some of the softest material you’ve ever felt before… How was it possible that this was even here? You peer up at the bull, his uncanny gaze focused indefinitely on you, you could feel your throat swell up, but you wanted to speak.

“What will you do with me now?” You asked in defeat, “I wish you’d just kill me, spare me the humiliation of torture.”

The bull slumps his large shoulders in annoyance before he growls. “For a woman who has been forced down here,” he walks up to you, muscular upper nude body towering over your own. “I expect a thank you, that I let you lay on my bed in the first place…” lay? Was he being serious? Were you supposed to thank him for something as simple as this when you knew he’d most likely kill you minutes later?

“…” he groans, pulling away from you “you are an ungrateful woman, be lucky that you didn’t meet me when I had a temper.” Temper? If this was his calm you weren’t sure you wanted to see him when he was actually angry.

“Sleep,” he said, crossing his arms before he sat on the floor adjacent to you.

You were shocked to say the least. This creature…this man, if you could even call him that was kneeling before you, calm and collected, a much more drastic difference from the rampaging fiend charging at you hours before.

“You’re..” you hesitate “you’re not going to kill me?” You crawl over to the end of the bed, peeking over at him curiously.

“If you keep asking me questions like that..I might just have to.”

You carefully tuck yourself back into the bed, still weary with unbeatable doubt. You stare at him, and he stares right back at you. You both stay like this for hours, your body wants you to sleep, it’s beckoning to you, but you’re too scared to close your eyes even though you’ve been awake for days.

“Where do you bathe?” You inquire, sleepy eyes closing as you hug your knees. “You actually smell quite nice for a bull, most bulls I smell aren’t so appealing to the nose..”

“There is a hot spring, library and garden down here surprisingly” he said “my father made sure my life was comfortable enough..so that I was entertained, so that I wouldn’t go "mad "." He sounded bitter. “But all that doesn’t matter when you’re isolated most of the time.. cast aside..”

“What about food? How will we eat?” You were laying on your back, much more comfortable now that you were actually having a conversation.

“Don’t worry about food and such, that’s what the garden is for… and we’ll have clean drinking water from the well.”

“Were you down here your whole life?” You huskily ask, now face deep into the pillow. He doesn’t answer you, he only watches as sleep overtakes your weak body. You don’t last very long, you’re out like a light in seconds, drool hanging from your mouth like you were a slobbering dog. He stands up, walking toward you before carefully maneuvering the covers over you. He’d probably be on the floor for the time being until it’s time to make food.

—

It’s been five months since you’ve lived with your husband who you’ve now come to know as Jak. You’ve learned quite a bit about the underground catacombs underneath the kingdom, and moving around and finding your way was starting to come naturally to you. There were a few major places you frequented: the bedroom, a nice little cozy corner with torches, a nice wooded floor and a few extra necessities. The library, a shockingly massive space with a row of books in each aisle. It was lit by torches, and there were many other little things there like puzzles and board games. It was hard enough to be bored when you were in there, but the rest of the catacombs was a different story. There were a lot of vegetables and fruits in the garden, and there was a large hole at the top for sunlight, but neither of you could reach it though. Jak was actually a very good cook, he’s taught you how to make a few different meals. Lastly, the spring…When you first saw it you were perplexed, confused. How was it that a big beautiful spring was buried so deep underground. How was it still so hot? So clean.. and where did the soaps and towels come from…!?

“You can take first tonight.” It was common for Jak to let you bathe first, he understood that you both were practically strangers up until a few months ago.

“What will you do while I’m taking a bath, Jak?” You tried to push him forward, but your hands couldn’t budge him."You're always disappearing on me.. aren’t we husband and wife? Don’t you want to accompany me?” You had grown attached to your husband, clinging to him wherever he’d go, he was fuzzy, and one night when he passed out in the bed you decided you’d lay with him, finally getting a look at those abnormal features up close, which you’ve now come to find very, very handsome. He’s never really reciprocated your feelings of affection back. He’s grown closer to you, that was true, but he didn’t treat you as any regular husband would, well, he wasn’t a “regular” husband, but that didn’t mean his stoic mannerisms didn’t sting.

“Call for me when you’re done.” Jak walks away from you, hooves clicking against the floor as he leaves you alone in the spring. You slump your shoulders in defeat, this isn’t the first time he’s shot you down, if he wasn’t interested in you, you wouldn’t push him any further. Maybe you were acting indecent and rude. He was a lot more mature once you got to know him better, a lot less aggressive and snarky than the rampaging bull who teased you on your first encounter.

You bathe yourself quietly, burying your lips below the surface as you ponder in thought. It was almost embarrassing how you threw yourself at Jak sometimes, especially now that you’ve come to terms he probably didn’t care for you that much the way you did. He was your husband, but a forced marriage doesn’t guarantee additional love. He was your friend, and since he wasn’t interested in taking things further, you would respect that.

You get out of the spring after an hour, putting on a nightgown that randomly appeared in the closet the other day. “Jak, the bath is waiting for you.” You sit down on the bed, legs playfully kicking side to side as you watch Jak rummage through the storage box next to the closet.

“Jak?”

“Mh?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Mm.” He turns to you, and you smile.

“Well, I was always curious about the catacombs, I didn’t want to pry before, but I hope you would be comfortable enough telling me…” you suck in your nervous breath “where do all the supplies come from? The soaps, the clothes, the games? I just see them appear randomly and it made me curious… is this place magical?”

Jak laughs, eyes shutting as he listens to your rather cute hypothesis, he shakes his head pointing up “the big hole in the garden, maids bring necessities time to time.”

You nod, thinking about another question before you spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

“So, have you ever been around people? You didn’t seem too frightened when you first met me… in fact it was quite the opposite haha, I wouldn’t blame you for being scared of me though, I must look pretty strange to you”

…

You notice the way Jak tenses, strong shoulders now veiny and high. “Sorry—“ you abruptly replied “I’m sorry, that was probably too personal —“

“I had an auntie, well, I liked to call her that as a child, she took care of me, taught me the basics. She wanted to help me escape, and since my chambers are heavily guarded, it was a complete failure.”

Sweat pools down your forehead as you listen intently, you had no idea… “what happened after she tried to help you escape? Is she not allowed to be near you anymore?”

“Well,” he shrugs, “I suppose you could say it like that since she’s dead.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know. I’m being idiotic today! Please forgive me..”

“You already know my father is egotistical, defying him is like defying a deity, he’s already given up hope on me since I was born..”

“My existence is a mockery to him”

You were standing besides Jak now, hesitatingly putting your small human hand on his large scarred back. “I’m sorry for prying, if it means anything, meeting you was honestly one of the best things that have happened to me. I don’t think you’re a mockery at all…” you continue after a brief silence “and besides, I got in here since I mocked the king, he’s egotistical, I don’t think you should feel like you should appease a man like that.”

“Especially since you’re better than him..I’ve never met someone as kind as you are”

He huffs, grabbing your hand before standing up, “kind?” Jak laughs, and you can’t help yourself from snatching your hand back in annoyance “tell that to my father.”

“I would if we weren’t stuck in here. I’d even tell him straight to his face.”

His shoulders lower as he lets out a soft breath, his features were always hard to read, but based on his demeanor you could tell what you had said to him had relaxed his nerves somewhat.

“I should go bathe, “ he finally shuts the chest he was digging into seconds ago, now holding a beautiful bottle of shampoo in his rough hands. It was almost comical how drastic it looked against his body. “Good night.” He turns away from you. You want to call out to him, ask if he’s ok, but you don’t, you only sit on the plush old mattress, nightgown pudding around you as you hug your knees. Was getting anything other than mild conversation from him even possible at this point?

—

Water drips onto the ground from a still leaf in the garden. You’ve finally done it, you’ve achieved the peak of your boredom. You were watching the plants, you had told yourself you’d give Jak some space. You stopped pestering him, you were asking him too many personal questions, kept pushing for something more even though you should have known by his behavior he wasn’t interested in you in the slightest. Sitting here, being alone in this space beats bumping into him in the library. He was a bookworm, and you’d often catch him reading geography books in the corner. It was almost bittersweet how curious he was about the world above these tight walls. You both had gotten into an argument a few days ago. You had enough of how frequently he would distance himself from you. You felt tormented with rejection, replaying the cruel last words you yelled at him before isolating yourself from him completely in your head. You knew he could smell you, but wouldn’t that be hard if your scent was on almost everything? You wanted to keep the distance, you didn’t want to face him again after telling him you “didn’t think you loved him anymore…” and that “you’d try to find a way out so you can leave him alone.” you knew it was a lie, and deep down you knew you only said it to protect yourself since you were scared of his obvious rejection. You made sure to avoid him at all costs, slipping and hiding when you see him searching around for you. You felt too awkward to even face him again, so you make sure you don’t let yourself get caught, but unfortunately you’d slip.

You needed to take a bath every night, you knew after watching Jak he’d take a bath before the sun went down, so you tried to go at night. You had gotten everything ready, good thing a few servants had lowered a fresh batch of soaps and towels from up above a few days ago. You were sitting on the edge of the spring, nude feet splashing in the water rather loudly. You were sure Jak was asleep, it probably wasn’t in his nature to care where you were 24/7, so you finally strip from your clothes before dipping in the water. The catacombs were extra silent today, normally you’d hear Jak cooking, but he stopped doing that when you started avoiding him…

You try not to pester on about him, popping that impulsive bubble that begged you to talk to him again, you try bathing yourself, try to at least calm your thoughts, but the low rumble and clicks of hooves against the ground startle you to the point you almost jump out of the water from fright.

“Jak?!” You cover yourself with your arms, even though you asked him a few times to join you in the bath, this is the first time he’s actually seen you nude after all. He steps in, muscular body reflecting against the shaking water. You back up, and he pulls closer, a back and forth battle until you hit the wall. He towers over you, animalistic eyes unreadable as always before his low voice echoes out.

“I’m bad at courting, I’m bad at doing things a proper husband should.” He flings a book over his shoulder as it lands on the floor. It was a familiar romance novel you’ve read before in the library. “I don’t know how to interact effectively, especially when I’m around you.. I’ll hurt you, I most likely will. I’ll destroy you if I can do the things I want to do to you, and it scares me because you’re so fragile.” He grabs your wrist, pinning them over your head, abandoning your shy shield of protection and exposing your bare breast to his gaze and the warm air. “But If you want to leave me, I’ll do whatever I can to keep you…”

You can’t speak, you aren’t sure what to even say, you just know that you weren’t able to move an inch from how close he was against you. “Seeing you like this makes me want to spread you on my cock already…fuck I’ve been thinking about it each time you ask me to bathe with you. I’m scared.. so scared to hurt you.” He rubs your chin, voice softening when he sees your look of uncertainty.

“I’ll keep you here with me..I won’t back away from you anymore, you want me? You have me..” he rubs his thumb over your perked nipple, noting how tense you get against him, he loved seeing you moan, it drew something primal inside him. Strong hands clasp around your waist before hoisting you higher up. His tongue is quick to flick and twirl around your stiff pebbles, and gods he can’t get enough of tasting you for the first time.. he burrows into you, large nose inhaling your scent like air.

“I can’t let you leave me, not after I was being foolish, forgive me.” He was clumsy as expected, he was inexperienced, and he could definitely see the hesitation on your face. “You’re nervous.. I know, I’ll be gentle, but I won’t let you go.” He makes his point by holding you tightly against his heaving fuzzy chest.

Even after reading countless fairy tales of romance and lust, it doesn’t compare to the actual thing.. well, it doesn’t compare when he actually gets to feel you. He was skittish, it was true, as much as he appeared to be level headed, he was holding back a ton of restraint not to pounce on you every single day. You looked so small underneath him, he’d never fit you, not like the stories he’s read. But damn would he try if it meant keeping you. How could he get you to stay? What could he do— He’d get you pregnant! Right? You had told him months ago that you were sent down here to start a family with him, and he’d happily give it to you, he just doesn’t want you to get hurt after all, doesn’t want you to roam around the catacombs and get lost.. he’s only explored a good portion of it, who knows what’s waiting in the wings he hasn’t touched. Even for a bull of his size it’s still terrifying roaming around in the dark.

“There’s no way out,” he growled, “don’t you think I’ve tried? I’m not letting you walk away so you can die carelessly.. I’ll make sure I can keep a good eye on you..”

he kisses you, and you can’t help yourself from running your trembling hands over his tense shoulders for some leverage. He was kissing you, Jak was finally kissing you. His tongue was pretty rough and it was pretty big when he shoved it down your mouth, but overall he was kissing you!

“Mhhh..” he ravishingly explores your mouth, tongue fusing with your own as he cages you to the wall. You could barely breathe, and to be honest you weren’t sure you even wanted to. His mouth tasted of mint, probably since he put so much in his tea in the morning, sometimes you’d even catch him eating stray leaves while reading a book.

“Damn it, I’m sorry..” he rasps, finally giving you some room. “I’m sorry I’ve held back so long.”

“I-I don’t blame you, not anymore at least.. I was pushy.” You looked guilty.

“And you have no idea how much I loved it..I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You’ve always been gentle with me, I don’t think I’d care if you really wanted to rough me around a bit..” you say that, but you don’t see what he sees. You can’t see how frail you look under him right now, one harsh move and he could probably kill you if he wanted.

Gods, he was about to ruin you.. he’s never wanted to hurt you, not ever, but he’d be damned if he didn’t take his chance to claim you, breed you, bend you over and feel how you suck him up inside—

“Jak?” You blink under him, confused pretty eyes locking him on as a desperate target. He acts unconsciously, pinning you down onto the edge of the spring, legs tucked over your head before his tongue and lips abuse your pretty pussy. He kisses you all over, trying to find the part he read about in his books that’ll make you see stars. He kisses up your clit, and can’t help but notice when you buckle away from him with a soft cry. You smelt amazing, and he couldn’t get enough as your arousal drooled from your cunt to your ass. He inhaled you like a perfume, nuzzling his large wet nose into your clit to hear you whine out for him some more.

“J-Jak there…” you plea, and it doesn’t take long for him to engulf your pretty clit into his large mouth, licking and sucking on it with his big fat tongue before he pushes it inside your tight entrance.

You furrow your brows, biting the fat on your bottom lip in discomfort when his slippery appendage wiggles inside you, it was big.. not at all what you were expecting, and far bigger than your fingers could compare. You’ve touched yourself countless times, it didn’t change the fact you were almost as inexperienced as he was… despite a few flings you’ve never done anything serious.

“Jak— mgh! Too big!” Your feet kicked helplessly in his palms, but no matter how much you struggled to get away he pushed in further… His tongue was tough, and while it took awhile to get used to, the pad of it pushed so good against you that you almost passed out when it massaged your inner walls with abandon.

His nose, as surprisingly big as it was, it felt so smooth and bumpy at the same time, grazing over your clit quickly as he fucked his tongue in you. You couldn’t move, could barely even think, all you knew was that you felt utterly helpless under him.

You were getting sensitive fast, your clit was pulsing against him rapidly, and your drenched inner walls sucked and slurped his tongue, pulling him deep inside you involuntarily.

“Jak!” You screamed, body burning with embarrassment “g-gonna cum!” You gasp, trying to find something to latch onto for stability, you close your eyes, reaching out for the first thing you come in contact with, which was his large ashen horns.

“Fuck!!!!” Slamming your head back you spurt around him, juice coating your thighs and squirting onto his lips, which he happily cleans up with his tongue.

“That was amazing, honey.” He purred, unreadable expression gazing down on you with internal awe. You shudder when he stands up, and finally, finally you get to see what he was hiding from you this whole time…

It was enormous, far more enormous than any man you’ve ever seen in fact. The head was flared, an angry red that beamed at you as its next target, and the rest of it was as grey as his fur. He steps closer to you, and you scoot away, but you never stop staring.. you can’t.. that was supposed to go inside you?

“I don’t think it will fit..”

“I can make it fit.. I know I can. Rest for me honey, please? Wanna make sure you’re comfortable when I breed you..” that last part sounded like a demand you wouldn’t dare oppose. He lays you down gently, enormous hand cradling your head so you have a bit of cushion. His large fingers on his free hand part your folds. He makes sure to look at you before pushing them in, smiling internally when he sees your soft lips part into an “o”

He scissors his ginormous digits into you, pussy squelching loudly into the catacombs that you become easily embarrassed by how loud it was. Soon after you adjust he adds another finger, then another, all the way up until he can fuck you on his palm, four digits sliding in and out of you with ease, his big thumb rubbing over your clit in tiny circles.

“Ah! Ah! Fuck!” You hiccup as he fucks you through overstimulation, a sloppy pace you could forgive since you were both new to this. You explode, eyes watering up with tears when you cum a second time, legs collapsing to the ground and into the water when he lets them go.

He rubs the tip of his cock over your quivering folds,

“You’re mine.. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear.” He aligns himself, letting you take in a small breath before pushing in… it was hard, really really hard, and when the head pasted tense muscle you wanted to spasm out immediately.

“Fuck—“ he roars, large body now pressed against yours, he presses your foreheads together, hot panting breath fanning over you. “I can’t wait to get you pregnant… see how sensitive you are..how round you’ll get.”

He starts moving without warning, internal instincts kicking in before his balls slap loudly against your ass with each hurried thrust. His dick swelled, already leaking precum as it smudges around your cervix when the tip kisses it. It hurt..but as he kept going you could feel nothing but pure pleasure.

“J-Jak! Oh fuck!” You grab at his horns again, mewling when he drags himself out of you only to slam back in, this time with extra force that makes you choke.

You had no idea how long you’ve been out.

One minute you were scrolling through your phone to find a nice little story to read before bed, next second you’re on your hands and knees in pitch darkness.

Each time you turned, twisted or moved your head, nothing seemed to appear in the dark. You were honestly too scared to even get up and run. Were you kidnapped? Were you sleeping? Maybe you were too tired and accidentally passed out. You must be dreaming, right?

You reach to pinch your skin, nails digging so deep into your wrist that you can’t help but let out a low groan of pain and confusion. Nope, this was in fact not a dream. So where exactly were you?

You felt around your body, everything was still intact below. You were able to move your limbs and you could speak, but when you moved to touch your head your fingers were immediately soaked with some sort of thick runny liquid, which was now running down your face.

You wanted to call out so desperately, but your instincts and all the horror movies in the back of your brain that you watched late at night after work were screaming at you not to. So, you just waited. Your arms hug around your trembling frame, a pathetic attempt at a self shield to protect yourself from anything lurking nearby. “If nothing happens after a while then I’ll get up”, you thought,

Each second alone in the pitch black emptiness was enough to discourage any hope you had left. It felt like an eternity waiting. There was nothing to lean on to except the hard ground, and each gust of wind blew chills over your body. You didn’t even think your clothes were helping much. You only went to bed in a t-shirt and underwear after all. You clench your eyes shut, hoping something would happen eventually, only to be met with more silence. It felt maddening, and you hadn’t even been awake that long in the dark.

More seconds waiting turned into minutes, then hours, and yet you still couldn’t pass out. You were too terrified to even move, let alone allow yourself to be vulnerable and rest. It was too cold, too quiet. You couldn’t even hear your heart beat.

Jingle

You jump, hairs on your arms and legs standing high as a low echo hustles through the dark, gradually getting louder the more it paces across the floor. You try to muffle the sound by covering your ears, deafened by the booming sound of quick nails scraping across the floor and what you could assume was a chain dragging across the floor, but it’s no use. Whatever was scattering towards you was fast, faster than what your little human mind could comprehend. And then suddenly … everything stopped.

The presence of something lingering over you was strong, casting a dark tingly aura over your skin. The harsh rattles of something hard and a few low huffs from whatever was by you was so loud that you couldn’t help but feel as if you were going to faint from terror. But hey, If you had to die here at least you wouldn't have to be awake.. right?

Huff—

Another low breath. The figure beside you breathes in, choking hoarsely before letting out a deep burst of uncontrollable blaring booms that almost sound like a broken up cough.

You instinctively reach out your hands to cover your face, finally pulling yourself free from your own death hug and staring down the creature you were apparently stuck with. The air on your body feels too overwhelmingly chilly now, too much pressure surrounding you that makes it almost hard to think. You can’t comprehend what you’re even seeing, despite there not being light, the figure in front of you was completely visible. A tall man? Black hood draped over his tall frail hollow body, and a long black scythe to match in his thin boney hand.

“Please, don’t hurt me—“ you cry out, hoping that the creature that mimicked the devil itself would somehow spare your life.

But he only continued to huff, seemingly ignoring your desperate attempt to catch his attention while holding his free hand over his chest.

Eventually the frantic chatter of his teeth and rough cough subsided, he cleared his throat, voice so dry and weak from the wheezing and puffing that it seemed like a gentle whisper in comparison.

“I don’t think I remember the last time I saw something that comical.”

“Apologies for keeping you waiting for so long,” he dryly sniggered, “I had other things to attend to.”

Hunching over, the large man stares you down, the blank expression on his face harshly differing from his supposedly lighthearted words. “Normally I don’t need to aid souls to the afterlife face to face, but in your case, I couldn’t resist..”

“Afterlife?” You lightly squeak, buckling away from him “I’m?”

He only gives you a small nod and low chuckle in return.

“I remember— I was in my room, this can’t be right? How can I just up and die so suddenly? And if I’m dead, how can I still feel pain!?” You squeezed your arm, holding it up to him as proof when a trickle of blood oozes down your hand.

“That’s my mistake for pulling you outside the loop,” he said, gesturing upwards to a now dim milky sky. “But I haven’t had a laugh like this in years. I haven’t even heard myself speak in over a century.”

“The loop?” You tilt your head.

The man nods again, “the path leading a human soul toward the afterlife. I can bring a physical, functional body outside the loop, but it’s time consuming reconstructing an entire being, you should be grateful that I even bothered fixing that pretty little head of yours.”

“My head?” You reach up to touch the top of your head again, the same familiar sticky residue coating your fingers is now apparent as your blood.

“So,” you pause, hesitating to confirm the hard truth out loud “I’m actually dead?”

He nods once again, unfazed by the common question “Yes, a hilarious death indeed.”

“How did I even die? I don’t remember anything.”

Tumbling out of his hood was a large scroll, landing right near your feet, he tilted his head, beckoning you to read it.

Your name, birthdate and date of death were all neatly written on the top left corner of the scroll, you gulp down a wad of spit, mustering up the courage to read what caused your demise.

“….”

“You can’t be fucking serious.”

“What could I possibly gain from lying about this?”

You toss the paper to the ground, tummy knotting with embarrassment and shame. You had died in such a humiliating fashion, what would happen when the rest of your friends or family find out the truth about your death?

“How many people know about this already?”

The man ticks his teeth, looking up in thought. “Just the perpetrator, and me and you of course.”

“No..” you mumble lightly before tugging the bottom of your shirt “No fucking way-! You have to do something please!? Can’t you hide the real reason behind my death!?”

The man lingering over you only stays quiet, like your little tantrum was only just amusing for him. Was he even taking you seriously?

“Are you listening to me? Please! You don’t seem like a bad dude, right? You wouldn’t just give me sentience just to humiliate me, right?”

You tug on his robe, you were down on your hands and knees, this was very over dramatic even for you. He finally spares you a glance, and when you finally think he’s about to give you a tiny bit of comfort, he only crosses his arms.

“No.”

….

….

“NO?! Why did you even bring me out here??! Just to laugh at me!?” You yank at his dark coat trying to pull the large creature down to your level, but all your efforts felt like you were simply trying to pull heavy stone.

“I just wanted to see you in person, I can’t believe you died like that.” He tries to hold in his laugh, and you can only reply with fury.

“There has to be something you want? Anything I can give you I’ll do it please! I can’t have people know I died like this.. what if I see them again in the afterlife?” Your eyes prickle up with tears.

The man only sighs in defeat, pulling at your wrist with his uncomfortably bony hand until you’re face to face with him.

“Your skills.”

You tilt your head, brows furrowing in confusion.

“You’ve read quite a few naughty books about otherworldly creatures, I'd like to see if you can hold up to your fantasy expectations…”

A long cool blue tongue forms in his mouth, its transparent, and when he licks the side of your cheek you can’t help but whimper from the intense chill.

“If you agree, I’ll keep you. No going back, no taking back your word..”

You could only give him a look of utter shock, did he want to.. fuck you?

“It gets quiet around here.” He raises his arms out towards the pitch blackness that surrounds you both. “As you could imagine.”

“Entertain me, and I’ll make all your problems go away,” a long tendon rises up out of his long black robe, it looked like his tongue in a sense, but it was far more longer and girthy, thick bumps all over the base until the round flared tip. It was a light blue, a glow that felt almost like a snow storm when it flopped onto your trembling thigh.

“You..want me to give up my soul for eternity… for this?”

He doesn’t speak , you already knew the answer anyway.

“I..” you look back down to the now crumpled and rolled up scroll, teeth gnawing into your bottom lip from your varied hesitation. If you agree to his terms you have no idea what he’d do to you, and eternity with the Grimm reaper himself was a long long time. Maybe you could live with the embarrassment? But on the other hand, an opportunity like this could be the last time you’ll ever be offered such a chance with a monstrous man like himself. For a skinny old withered looking man, he was pretty attractive..?

“Fine..” you whisper “I’ll take your offer just get rid of any trace on how I died and I’ll—“ you’re flipped onto the hard floor in an instant, breasts rubbing against a sandy texture underneath you. The man chatters his teeth, loud clicks echoing to your eardrums.

“Very well, I’m a man of my word, but first…” his hard fingers dig into the plush of your ass, spreading you open for his gaze.

“ Delectable..” he ticks his teeth once more.

You see the long thick line of his makeshift tongue stretched long, it licks around your folds, scooping up your arousal before it circles around your clit. It felt cold.. so cold that you couldn’t help but try to pull away instantly, unfortunately for you, you underestimated how strong a mere skeleton like himself was.

The hard transparent tongue rolls around over your twitching bundle of nerves, curling, flicking and circling all around you. He holds you in place through it all, not letting you even buck your hips for some relief.

“Mng… I–I can’t!”

You see a blurry mix of hazy stars when you cum, and when you finally think he’d give you some time to recover he’s already plunging his abnormal tongue inside your pulsing entrance. It was thick, reaching almost to your cervix, but just far away where it wouldn’t push against it. He thrusts his tongue quickly, and long transparent white tendrils spill from his robes, lifting you into the air so he could fuck you at a better angle. They were chilly, you’ve never felt so cold before…it felt suffocating as they tugged and sucked on your nipples. One slips between your puffy folds, circling your overstimulated clit in tough circles along with his twitching tongue that hit directly into that sensitive spot inside you. You were puddling with slick, gentle moans crying out for mercy as he fucks you toward another orgasm.

This one felt different, and when you tried to close your shaking legs, the tentacles only spread them further out, thereby restricting you completely.

“Oh fuck!” You call out, eyes blurry and wet. You could barely see with all the tears flooding down your sweaty cheeks. Your toes curl, veins flowing with a fierce tension before you release onto his face, drool from your cunt squirting into the air.

“For such a perverse girl you break easily…” he removed his tongue, swallowing and licking your release that drooled down his milky chin.

“I’ve never been fucked by an actual monste— uhm, skeleton before.. I’m not sure how long you wanted me to last.”

“You really think I fucked you properly?” His tentacles rub in between your thighs, squishing your folds against your clit before he starts to lower you onto his cock. “Pathetic…”

The flared head of his dick rubs experimentally over your entrance, bucking and testing how to penetrate you. He thrusts once, twice and the third time he finally breaks you open. It was a stretch.. a long agonizing stretch that tore through you. He was only an inch inside, and you already felt so incredibly full.

“Now,” he rasps, voice hoarse and chilly “I’ll make sure I fuck you—“ he slams your hips down in one go “properly!”

You can’t scream.. you only go limp in the mass of tentacles holding you up, mouth agape when the tip of his cock presses to your cervix. It hurt so bad.. but you didn’t want him to stop, not when you felt that pleasure start to sink in.

He thrusts into you slowly, squishy noises of your inner walls squeezing him in the only sound ringing in your mind. You’re babbling nonsense, and you can’t help yourself from being a loud mess underneath him.

“Loud little thing..” he whispered, leaning into you before licking your gaped lips, “I shouldn’t be surprised though, you were quite loud this whole time..” before you could even question him he’s pushing that cold tongue down your throat.

The tentacles rub at your clit and nipples when he loses himself, frenzied hard hips bruising your own.

His dead empty eye sockets stare directly at you, so willing to break and use you for his enjoyment. You couldn’t read him, but from the way he slipped in and out of you was maddening.

“I’ll give you my children soon enough ..” he moans into you, cold boney hands grabbing at your hips now to thrust you harder on his cock. “Give us a little family..because when your time is up again, you’re mine.”

He stills in you, a cold slimy liquid creaming up inside you. He licks your cheek before closing your worn out eyes with two fingers, his voice a gentle melody as you finally ring out.

When you wake up again you’re back in your bedroom, body sore and aching. Was that all just a dream?

You pinch yourself just like before, winching when you feel the same sharp sensation you felt in your dream like trance. Nope, this was real, you were actually alive.

You can spend the rest of your life thinking this one night was all a crazed dream, but when you finally keel over once again, you’ll be imprisoned forever. Grim reapers are mighty loyal when choosing a mate after all.

ORC

Maybe the intense summer heat was an excuse for couples to get naked and take a cool dip in the lake near the village. Orcs were shameless, well, in human standards they were. Nudity and sex weren’t taboo, no one ever shied away from a good time, especially on special occasions such as the annual summer festival. At first, when you moved in with your husband after journeying around multiple cities and towns, you were quite surprised at how carefree orc culture truly was. Even after being married for almost half a decade you still try to at least salvage what was left of your dignity and wear a swimsuit at events like these. Your husband never took things too far, always respecting your wishes to keep your sex life private, but you never really wanted to admit the whole thing did turn you on… maybe you were still too square. Normally you would sit on the edge of the lake by your husband while eating food cooked from the fair. It was common for neighboring orcs, humans and other monsters to show up to celebrate with alcohol and food to cool off. The event was huge, a phenomenon where creatures from across the globe could get along for a few days to celebrate the summer.

It took awhile for you to get ready today, normally you’d go to the lake with your husband, but you just couldn’t find your bathing suit for the life of you. You looked everywhere, in the bathroom, under the bed, in your closet, only to find all of your swimsuits untidy and thrown into the laundry basket near the window. You could have cleaned one up..but that would take forever, you’re sure you’d probably miss the whole festival. So, you decide to go outside with a long towel wrapped around your body. You found it in the bathroom in a panic, dust and lint curled onto the ruffled fabric. It seemed like it was in top notch condition to hold you up for a while.. maybe you’ll just go home early tonight after eating with your husband and friends.

The festival was as expected, loud and overly crowded with couples, friends and distant strangers roaming around. You couldn’t see your husband anywhere, which was shocking since he was relatively pretty huge, even for orc standards. You find your way through countless nude pairs, going to a food stand with your husband's favorite dish. You wait in line awkwardly, fumbling to keep your pesky towel on as it slips past your breast occasionally. You got two plates of the food, a sweet surprise since your husband always buys your meal at these fairs. You just hoped he hadn’t helped himself to the food before you got there, otherwise you’d have to eat this huge plate on your own.

The lake was crowded, orcs and other monsters cramped in small groups and spaced apart. You looked for your husband across the endless stream of creatures, tumbling and turning in grassy hills so you could secure your place by his side. You spot the large outline of him, a big orc with a large wide back and long raven locks of hair spread on his muscular back. You wanted to surprise him, sneak up against him before you got in the water. You hurry behind a large bush, watching as he relaxes his shoulders and closes his eyes, perfect, you had thought. This was the perfect time to jump out at him—

“Hi there, handsome.” You stumble on the ground, landing hard on the bushy floor, a tall woman, a pink succubus with light pink hair stands besides your husband, she’s nude, most people here are.. and damn did she look good.

You knew your husband was a handsome orc, no matter the species you were always a bit insecure about your place as his wife when others looked at him. “What are you doing all by yourself? Want some company?” A few more women appeared behind the tall succubus, all beautiful and nude as they towered over your husband as he sat silently in the water.

You could only hear the distant sounds of the chattering crowd behind you and a few crickets chirping by your bare feet. You watched as your husband took a sip of his large drink in hand, his chest heaving before he finally spoke. “Come out, I know you’re there, I can smell you.”

You stiffen, legs going numb from embarrassment and fear. You were terrified to walk out there.. let those women see you, let them judge you, let them believe he deserved better than this small human thing.

“Who.. what are you talking about?” The pink woman in front places a hand on her hip, looking around the dark forest. Carefully, you stand up, two paper plates in hand as you stare them down.

“Ah, I knew it,” the woman scrunched her face. “I thought I smelt human flesh from here.”

“Is she your maid?” Another woman asks

Your body burns from embarrassment, and anger, you always doubted yourself as your husband's wife. He was the chief after all, and you were only human. Maybe they were right.

“Speak ill of my wife again, wench, and I’ll cut your damn head off.”

Your husband stood up, walking over to your side. His body looked chiseled, water droplets oozing down his large chest. You all couldn’t help but stare in awe.

“Come here, let’s find another place to sit.” He lifts you up, taking the paper plates out of your hand in one swoop. He treads through the water, strong muscular legs swaying easily as he carries you to a public area filled with orcs and a few humans.

You lay into his chest once he sits down, heaving body shuttering as you cry. He immediately lifts your face with his large hand, placing the plates of food off to the side. His stern expression made you feel self conscious, weak, and all you wanted to do was hide yourself away. Drown yourself in the water.

“Look at me, wife.” He hugs your smaller frame to him before lifting you up to kiss your trembling lips. “You are stronger than them. Ignore it, it’s beneath you. They are beneath you.”

He nuzzles himself into your neck, hot breath drying the tears that fall to your chest.

In an act of courage , you grab his shoulders, thrusting yourself up so you can taste his salty tongue. Your towel is gone in an instant, flowing and forgotten in the dark water.

He holds your hip, large hand already pumping and tugging his thick green cock.

You slip him inside your pulsing hole, thrusting your hips violently against him. Water splashed around you, made waves soaking your upper back.

“That’s it..” he panted out, the two of you had drawn out quite a crowd. “Take me, take what’s yours.”

You scratch into his chest, fingernails gripping on for dear life as you claim him. “Let them see that we belong together.”

Your breath was heavy, legs trembling around his thick waist when he pumps up into you from below. “Fuck..I’ll never get tired of you, ever.” He moaned out loudly, not caring if anyone was looking. He needed to get rid of all those impulsive thoughts rotting his pretty wife’s mind.

CENTAUR

“Where are you going now?”

Your feet stomp down next to a bush of soft puffy flowers at the edge of the forest as you storm away from your husband who’s putting little to no effort to follow your footsteps as he slowly trots behind you. You were heated, angry, and each time your mind trailed back to that small moment at the local shops an hour ago you wanted to hit yourself. You both had just gone to shop for some ingredients for dinner, that was all, but of course knowing you, you ended up getting completely sidetracked by sideshow snacks.

You wanted to taste it all, and being the good man your husband was, he happily obliged carrying around all the snacks you could grab in a bag on his strong back. You took everything , candies, baked goods, savory dishes and drinks alike, after eating so many delicious things nature called, and you had to run to the bathroom, leaving your husband to wait at the tailor shop. You were only gone a few minutes, the walk between the two places wasn't that long despite the large crowds of various people and monsters roaming around. You were ready to head back home with your husband, you were sure his wallet would thank you after he spoiled you with treats. It was quite a surprise when you came back to see your husband being fitted for a suit, the woman taking his measurements was so close to him, flirting off his ear as she complimented his strong physique.

It was true that your husband was a looker. A centaur who’d turn heads no matter the creature. He was a big soft giant, long black curly hair, alluring sharp eyes, a muscular body and a surprisingly sweet smile.

“Hey,” your husband grabs your wrist, a nice gentle but firm tug to pull you into his chest. “What’s wrong ? Are you upset with me?”

“You’d rather walk today? I can carry you on my bac—“

“No need to worry about me. You seemed to find nice company with that saleswoman at the tailor shop just fine. Why don’t you go ask her how she’s feeling?” A passive aggressive smile perked on your lips as you try your best to pull away, but your husband doesn’t let up. He holds you, a concerned glint in his eye before he hesitantly speaks

“The tailor shop saleswoman? What about her?”

You roll your eyes “I’ve known human males to be quite clueless but I expected better from you.”

“Excuse me!?—“

You yank your hand away, this time actually succeeding. Taking the chance to use your husband’s visible confusion as an opportunity to leave, you turn around to go, and your feet betray you. Shocker. His grip was far too strong for you, and the force when you pulled away hauled you to the ground in a split second. Luckily the warm puffy flowers cushioned your fall. You rub your side, moaning in pain and embarrassment before your husband walks over. You thought he’d ask if you were ok, but when you finally met his gaze you couldn’t help but gulp down your breath.

“You want to question my loyalty, girl? Is that it?”

He flips you over with his front leg, a soft nudge that rolls you onto your belly. “You need me to fuck you at the edge of the forest? Prove to everyone that I’m yours? Hah—“ your husband laughs bitterly, his large body towering over your own. “I thought it was obvious I was spoken for, but since you say otherwise I’ll happily oblige showing you off.”

“Lift up your dress.”

“Let me claim you again since you’ve forgotten my vows.”

Your legs go numb in fright, your usually gentle husband was puffing clouds of air out his flared nostrils as he hovered over you completely. His chest heaved with anger, a solemn expression merging on his features as waited for you to turn around. Perhaps your anger was a bit foolish to someone who devoted himself to the very dirt you walked on. Wasn’t it?

“Maybe I was being a bit unreasonable—“ you began, throat clumping up with spit, your warm body fidgeting from embarrassment when you see the outline of your husband's large cock rise from under his tummy, you wanted to retract what you said, run away, but where could hide against someone as fast as he was?

“..” your usual ebb of jokes couldn’t soothe your husband, being accused of infidelity was a serious allegation, and what kind of man would he be letting those thoughts dwell in your pretty little head.

You weren’t sure how you got like this, but minutes of rough kisses over your bruised lips and neck were enough to coax you onto a large rock, your husband happily maneuvering over you, front muscular legs leaning against stone as he rubbed the head of his cock near your entrance. You were lucky, centaurs' natural magic with their respective mates were strong enough to give you the will power to overcome that aching stretch, even though you’ve felt him in your guts ever since you both met each other. But he was angry, a new side from him that you’ve never seen before, would he punish you for questioning his loyalty?

“Do you feel that?” Your pussy squelched underneath him, his cock dragging deliciously inside until his tip laid a few inches in. He was bullying you. Your prediction was admirably accurate. He buries himself, tip melting your insides as it massages you till it pressed firmly to your cervix. Your puffy wet folds were spread concerningly wide around your husband’s cock, miking him just how you were supposed to “I was made for you” he rasped, and if you could see the look in his eye when he finally bottomed out it’d be downright animalistic, a euphoria that only you can summon.

“I’m sorry—“ you whine, fingers desperately clawing into the curve of the large rock for stability to no avail..he pumps himself up, strong legs holding his massive size so he doesn’t crush you. He was mad, but all he wanted to do was prove how loyal he was…

“You should be…do you think I’d go that low as to cheat on you?” He rasps, hips not letting up as he slams into you, your pussy gaping around his length as thin lines of your arousal drips down your thighs..you hoped to the gods no one nearby saw you getting railed viciously by your husband. “This pussy belongs to me..” he hums, slamming against you “don’t want anyone else..” you gag when he rolls his hips, lips stained with drool when his cock rubs against the sensitive surface of your insides.

“And I’ll fuck you all night until you understand that.”

WEREWOLF

It was common for your husband to be more jealous than you. You were supposed to be the level headed one, the person who’d set him straight if he got too out of hand, and now here you are, walking away from your husband's tournament like a child. Werewolves were known for having annual tournaments in the summer, different packs would come together and compete against each other for sport. The most popular game consisted of fighting, but there were other sports like swimming and track races for those who wanted to avoid being involved toe to toe with a werewolf stronger than them. You were human, and luckily for you (well, if you’ll consider it lucky) you were thereby exempted from most games besides the track race. Not that you could out run a werewolf anyway…

You were always supportive of your husband’s interests in fighting, you’d happily cheer him on in the stands with his family and your children. You’d normally let your father and mother in laws have their time with the kids while you both walked around the fair and ate together, but this year you couldn’t even stand to look at him. You knew your husband had a lot of close friends in different packs, and you were always happy to see him connect with his old friends after being apart for so long, but nothing could have prepared you when you met his childhood best friend. She was beautiful, a tall werewolf with moxie, she was overly confident, very sweet and perplexingly strong..and while you had no problem with her at all, the closeness from your husband and his excitement once he saw her made you feel extremely insecure. You tried to sit things out, cheer him on as usual, but you felt like a third wheel in your own marriage when you compared yourself to her. She was flexible with your husband, a strong personality that’d make anyone around her comfortable. They seemed so compatible that it made you feel sick.

“You look a bit off,” your mother in law sits by you, fuzzy hand wrapping around your shoulder as you stare blankly onto the field where your husband was talking with his childhood friend. “What’s the matter?”

You snap your eyelids shut, finally coming to after watching the game with a numb stiff expression. You smile shyly, still too afraid to voice yourself in fear of being ridiculed. “Lai,” you admit, “She’s getting along with my husband really well, am I wrong for feeling insecure?”

“She’s super nice though,” you retorted, trying to lighten your former bitter words. “I just feel… jealous?”

Your mother in law silently looks at you, then towards her son on the field, she ticks her tongue, teeth baring in annoyance.

You both watch as your husband tussles on the ground with Lai, their laughter playfully echoing throughout the forest as it mixes in with the loud crowd of werewolves practicing around them.

“Look,” your mother in law begins, her fuzzy arm offering you a bit of comfort to lean into. “My son, no, my sons were never really the bright types.”

You smile sweetly at her light joke, noting how her eyes crinkle up when she sees your tension fade away. “He’s not the brightest, none of them are. But, I do know that the fool does love you, he can’t stop talking about you. A little rough play is normal between our kind, they’re just friends, nothing more.”

“I don’t know mom,” your brother in law chimes in, a slab of meat drooling out his lips. He was obviously eavesdropping into your semi private conversation. “I always thought that they’d end up together, Lai did have some pretty strong feelings for him back then, yeah? They match each other really well.”

Oh.

Ok.

Ouch.

Your mother in law snaps her head at her son, teeth baring. Taking the chance to leave the awkward situation, you timidly stand, scooting away from your heaving in laws as you make your way back to your home. You won’t embarrass yourself any further tonight…

You were so close to your home, you wanted to get as far away from your husband as possible, even more so away from your stupid brother-in-law. Most of the family accepted you when you married your husband, except him. And you were sure it was because you weren’t one of them… interspecies relationships were still a bit taboo after all.

“Hey— wait up,” the distant call of your husband’s voice rings out in the woods, you could feel him getting dangerously close, so you stop, not wanting him to tackle you to the ground.

“What?” You turn to him, bitter tearful drops of your sorrow and jealousy finally pooling over your waterlines. Your husband stops in his tracks in front of you.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Why’d you leave?” He’s quick to pull you into his fuzzy heaving chest, he had run after you for quite a bit.

“I’m fine…” you rub your puffy cheeks, trying to pull away from your husband, but he cages you in his strong arms.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing—“

“It doesn’t look like nothing, baby, talk to me.”

You twist in his arms, tripping the both of you onto the ground. He pounces on you, large body heaving as he stares you down.

You both tussle around, his strong hands gripping your wrist.

“Lai, you two are close!” You breathlessly yell, pushing at his chest to get him off you, but he stays, wide eyes finally opening in surprise at your honesty “Even your brother thinks she’s a perfect match for you, so why don’t you leave me alone and go back to her?”

Your husband silently observed you, his normally cheerful eyes now filled with wistful regret. He runs a clawed hand over your cheek, coughing up the awkward dryness from his throat before he speaks.

“I’m sorry.”

He licks up your neck, nuzzling apologetically under your chin, his tail hangs below his legs, eyes filled with pages worth of guilt. “I haven’t seen her in years, we grew up together as pups, but I should have known better than to rough house with her like that. We’re not kids anymore..besides,” your husband finally stands, lifting you up in his strong arms before flailing you over his shoulder. “I already have the perfect wife, I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“I should have been more aware of how my actions might make you feel..”

Your neck has never been more bruised than tonight. Your husband had called his dad, giving him the ok to keep the kids for the night, tonight, he wanted to ravish you whole. He spent hours kissing and licking over your trembling body, his sharp teeth gnawing into your precious skin to leave his mark. He made sure to rub his body all over you, he needed to merge your scents together. He already smelt like you, but for the sake of both your peace of mind, he’ll drown himself in you tonight.

“M’sorry,” he’d mumble repeatedly against your breast, teeth tugging your sensitive nipple as he fucked himself into you at an alarming speed that made you both gag for fresh air. His cock was always a stretch, and you never learned your lesson so you had to suffer the familiar delicious sting of each inch apologetically working you open. Your husband couldn’t be any more apologetic, he kissed all over your face, warm slippery tongue rolling over the beaded tears that flooded down your cheeks. He loved the salty taste of you, loved tasting anything you had to offer.

“Gonna fucking fill you up again—”

He huffs, growling lowly near your throat to keep you in place when you start to squirm under his heavy weight. “I’d never replace you—ever you’re mine… you’re always gonna be mine—“ his teeth dig firmly, but carefully in your throat as he pumps himself up into you. Your legs were too weak to even wrap around him at this point as you laid helplessly underneath him.

“You want my scent, yeah?” He breathlessly chained himself to you with his legs when you squeezed around him tight “I’ll give you another one of my pups, since you want to show me off some more..” he puffed his chest, curling your legs up and over his shoulders so he could fuck you at a better angle. “I’ll never get tired of you, ever.”

“I’m yours.”

DRAGON

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Can you leave me alone? Thanks.”

You were on top of your husband's large exotic pile of gold, a lifelong collection that pales in comparison to his greatest treasure (his wife). Or so he’d say.

“How can I leave you alone when you’re acting reckless? Come down.” Your husband growls slowly under his breath, smoke from his nostrils flailing up as he circles you from below.

You childishly stick out your tongue, holding in a sharp laugh when you see your husband's nose flare from anger.

“You’re acting foolish,” he barks, loud booming voice shaking your makeshift throne of gold “what kind of woman gets jealous over jewelry!?”

“When I went shopping yesterday morning, do you know who I came across?” You twirl a large golden crown around your wrist, smiling at your husband's vivid irritation, he stops circling you, waiting for you to finish “I came across a fortune teller, I gave her two gold coins to read my future and she gave me a really nice reading about our marriage.”

“Hold on.” Your husband’s wings lower, he rubs his thick browline, hot air puffing underneath him. “You’re telling me, you’re jealous and angry at me over a phony side show fortune teller? You know those things are scams right?”

“I don’t think so, how’d she know I was mated and wed to a dragon?” You huff back at him

“Oh I have no idea, maybe because you walk away in the forest everyday and leave riding on my damn back!”

“She told me,” you happily continue, smiling giddily when you cut him off “dragons trade their mates for their gold. That gold and jewels are worth more than me to you, so, I’m tarnishing it before you rid yourself of me.”

….

…

“You’re an idiotic fool—“ he snarls out after an awkward long minute of silence.

“Oh screw you—“ you hurl a jewel at his head, body tipsy and turning as you fumble on the top of hard gold. You fall in a second off the shaky tower, it’s a long fall, it’s questionable how a tiny thing as yourself got to the top anyhow. Your husband flies under you, swooping you up in his strong arms in an instant.

He holds you tight against him until you both reach the warm cave grounds, an awkward silence lingering before he pins you to the cave wall, large warm body pressing against your tummy and chest

“You believe in tasteless myths. You should know by now that us dragons cherish our mates. From how much I spoil you,” he hissed

“Do I seem cold hearted to you?” He pushes impossibly close to you, a teasing glint in his eye when you return the same energy

“You are pretty rash, maybe you should prove yourself, hm? Tussle up a few of your prized possessions for me.”

“You don’t want me to be angry with you all day, right?”

You never knew your husband as the type who would own such provocative jewelry, but you’d be surprised how much is buried under piles and piles of this lifetime of treasure. Cute little gold nipple clamps, leaving your breast at his mercy to tug and pull on with the cute golden chain in the middle.

“When did you find this, and what were you even planning on using these for before marrying me— and mhh—“ he surprises you once more by wrapping a small gag across your lips, it tasted bitter and metallic.

“I don’t mind breaking some old gold chain if it means I get to see you like this,” he lets you sit on his large lap, straddling yourself steady to him before he lets you take control over his cock. He wanted everything to be fair, let you yank and pull at his gold if it’ll make you happy, so he lets you put a chain around his neck.

He lets you curve around him, short human legs barely snug around his thick frame. He lets you tease him, he loves when you boss him around, so, he challenges you to pull his neck hard, collective hungry eyes watching as you lower yourself down onto his flared iridescent cock. He lets out a loud purr when you finally sink down on him, your wet folds warm and spread on him, heated goo of arousal pooling to his heaving stomach.

“You’re still upset with me?” He blinks under you, eyelids on the brink of closing.

“Hmm,” you hum, “maybe you should make it up to me a bit more.”