Da Monster Guy

Vampire x fem reader mdni

Anyway, Victorian vampire that loves his annual masquerade ball- truly the one time of year he can be in the crowd of the elite- oh he plans for many months so it will go exactly how he wants it- strict dress code- strict meals that no one sees him eat all must be in order.

This year seemed to be going according to plan- he was actually quite tipsy on his special blood wine- when he spots a rather scandalous debutant (you) in quite the inappropriate gown.

My, your neck and shoulders- good gods- your breasts- how did you get in with this awful alluring dress? And what is the title of your parents so he can properly scold thank them?

He is over to you quickly- urging you to a private conversation in his private chambers- just to talk-

He is quick to rip at your bodice and hoist your skirts up- finding your folds easily.

“Dirty girl- nasty! Have you no regard for rules? No respect or dignity? Where to do come from- I’m sure you aren’t a missus”

You haven’t married, it is true- and you were hoping your dress was a statement to show how unwilling you were to marry- but it seems it has done the opposite-

Your vampire husband! is quite the traditional man- after his night of lessons as he calls it (which was really your husband taking you for the first time from behind, and much more) he made a generous offer to your parents and he handled everything like the gentleman he is.

He is quite kind to you, when you behave of course- let him feed from you a little each morning, respect his time and he is sweet and adheres to your every whim.

Forest spirit who finally has success knotting with you- which is great for the woods! They’ve never looked so lively!

Maybe it’s just too much pressure to knot other spirits of the woods- he just needed a human companion to fill his quota, is all!

“Just one more, okay? Springs coming and we need more energy- you understand, right?”

It’s been good for you as well, in exchange for thick knotting, you get great samples from the woods for your botany class! Your professor tells you to keep up the good work! Little do they know how..

Forest spirit who helps you with flash cards for quizzes while you both wait for his knot to deflate,

“See- this is native here while this-“ he whines when a thick glob of his spent pushes out of him inside you- a testament to his long standing without properly knotting. “Sorry- sorry fuck it’s so warm- anyway this is invasive- it produces too rapidly”

A forest spirit who just can’t knot despite it being his job. He’s supposed to breed offspring, but his knots won’t stay in place long enough to breed his partners properly…

He’s tried everything, slow, fast, rough, missionary, doggy, you name it.

Well- not everything, not the little botany major that comes into his woods to study.

You’re just so cute, but he couldn’t, he can’t even knot the partners he’s supposed to, you couldn’t possibly make it better.

Yet here you are, cheek to the moss, ass up, him thrusting away.

Honestly, you needed this. Finals were so stressful, so this is- fuck! The forest spirit is bearing down on you- strange growth at the base of his dick- fuck is that-

((Please note this art is conceptual and I might change how she looks))

Minotaur (Tazar) x reader

Smut! MDNI!!! Oc x AFAB reader, cowboy Minotaur, cunnilingus, PIV, breeding kink, dick piercing, reader is really unsure but she gets there!, cocky bull, smut w plot, uhhhh what else do I put here???

Tazar is a real mean ol’ man. Here you are, down on your luck, sipping a fruity too-expensive drink and he plops his Minotaur ass down next to your stool, aged whiskey in hand. He’s too big for this place, the worn leather squeaking under his thighs as he looks to you,

“hiya dolly, lookin’ a little in the dumps, hmm?” You roll your eyes. He almost took you home a couple of times, but something always ended up getting in the way, like an overtime call from work on your end or your more curt nature. You only suspect one day he’ll get you, his sugar talking is getting better. He knows how to pet you, now soon he’ll figure out where.

You continue to sip at your sweet cocktail, and he starts his warm up to you, “been a stressful week for me, kit’n, work ain’t easy, all this tension pilin’ up” You catch his intention, and nod as your drink is almost out, hitting the top of the ice. “I’m sure it does, Tazzy, but I dunno if I’m all in on your thinking of tension” He sneers, he stretches his thighs out more as he leans in, much to the stools dismay. “I’m all hungry dolly, y’know I’m good for it, be good to you, I’d sit’cha down on my tongue and thigh before I’d ever get ta’ takin” You don’t think fast enough to fight it before you look down. His regular loosened button up, dirtied from his labor, spiral hairs on his pecs, shit, you look up before you look any further, he chimes in, brazen, “cmon dolly.. give ol’ Tazzy a chance, ‘m sure she’s spillin’ like a sieve, lemme give ‘er the ol’ run’ ‘round” he huffs in your red face— his gold nose ring shining off the cheap bar light.

There’s something almost sinister about him, triggering your fight or flight, but he’s not scary in the way a man with bad intentions is. No, his intentions are worse, somehow, the type that trigger a nesting response. He’d fuck you, be so mean about it too, give you more than what you want, and make eggs and burnt toast in the morning. He’s no serial axe murderer, he’s ready for domestication.

Your blood freezes in the bar and you rush out, pulling your dress down as you stand up, Tazar can’t even mutter a “doll-“ before you hear the charm on the top of the door chime, signaling your exit. You speed to the alleyway to hide from him, the chilling autumn night a nice feel on your burning skin. Your hands brace against the wall as you breathe in and out. You’re in your own space, away from this cowboy that’s itching for four kids (his words, he was trying to feel out your kinks at week three) the worst part is, you’re itching too, lingering a little too long on your high school friends baby shower announcements, baby Minotaurs on your for you page. You’re begging yourself to shrug it off, it’s financially irresponsible, considering your stuffy low pay office job and your studio apartment. It’s too fast, it’s- “dolly?” Fuck. You open your eyes to realize your position. Big, tough hands above your shoulders on the concrete wall, and Tazar in front of you. You try to weasel your way out but it doesn’t get you far, just repositioned face to face. “Dolly, you’re not slick, m’ sure somethin’ else is though, huh?” “Tazzy, I just-“ “hear me out, hmm? Lemme try to speak a way that don’t scare you off” he leans in close, and he’s hot, worryingly so. “I see how you get, legs all clamped, breath all heavy, wouldn’t tease ya if you don’t like it. But yer more bunny than dolly, huh?” “Tazar- this is-“ “you run’ ‘round, twitchin’ yer’ nose, and running’ at a twig snap, but yer’ getting too testy an’ ol’ Tazzy needs to trap you” Your dress is hunched up and you curse yourself for the thin panties you’ve got on. “Tell Tazzy what he can do to ya’, bunny” yours lips are chapped, and everything feels hot.

He’s got you, your eyes glazed over ready for anything, he squishes your cheeks between his hand and huffs on your face again, “bunny, do I gets permission to get these sticky panties off?” It’s almost embarrassing how fast you mutter yes, but he’s faster, bunching up the lace and shoving down, slick strings pulled down with it. Tazar, pleased with results, chooses to gloat, “raved you up good, huh, bunny?”

He inches up your thigh, you shiver from his warm hand, so close, you huff. It’s a wrong move, and Tazars bull eyes look at you harshly, “bunny thinks I’m takin’ too long, after weeks of cat and mouse, ya don’t have much leg to stand on” he turns you stomach to wall, and slaps at your ass cheek before easing two thick fingers in your cunt, the wet slick more than enough prep. You clench at the sudden intrusion, but Tazar pays no heed. “Bad, bad, bunny. don’t know what you want” Your cheek is up against the wall, mouth agape as you try to ground yourself. His fingers dig at your walls, so close but not quite to the spongey spot you’re craving. What he said at the bar was true, you’re dripping— the aching swollen kind— you can feel your legs faltering already, and the more they drop the deeper he hits.

You whine when he pulls his fingers out, the wet pop!— a plea from your pussy for more and Tazar aims to please, lifting you high enough for your cunt to meet eye level with him. “S’ all dewy bunny” He gives eye contact with you, before he starts his tangent to your leaky pussy, like you aren’t even here. “Real perty girl you are, n’ don’t worry, I know if it was your choice you’d leak on my fat dick all ya wanna, bunny plays mean though” You whine as he licks a fat, harsh stripe from your clit to hole, and your cunt clenches like a thank you. Your nails dig into the wall, you can’t see his reaction, but you can only imagine the look on his face. You can’t almost read him the way he huffs on your clit, the vibrations of his slurred words as he sucks on your lips. “Gu’d shit— hidin’ suh a ju’cy ting- from meh!” His hands are placed on you upper thighs, big enough to rap around and have his thumbs pull apart your lips. You’re in a trance— has the air always been this thin? Have you always been this sensitive? He’s experimenting, suckling, swirling— god the swirling! Once he determined his best course of action for your poor cunt, it was over within the first few minutes. You could feel the building of your orgasm, locking your legs to get away from him cause you were able to manage the thought that maybe cumming in public wasn’t a good idea— but of course it was too late, you shiver and spasm around nothing, Tazar eagerly eating the nectar for his labor and soothing out your orgasm with soft circles on your clit. Your brain feels like static and all you feel is the breeze of the autumn air. You still feel your hole making rhythmic clenches around nothing when Tazar moves to your shoulders, kissing them as his warm breaths make you shiver. “M’ takin’ you to McJazzie’s, gettin’ you a nice meal n’ takin’ you home with me, sound good?” In your afterglow, it seems perfectly fine, reasonable even— your knees lock as Tazar brings your panties back in place, patting your ass condescendingly.

The ride to his house was mostly silent, you eating greasy fries and Tazars hand firmly on your thigh, your eating a salty fry as he speaks— “wanted you fer a while, y’know? Not just in bed, like this, yer presence was more than enough for me” The scary part is you knew that, to a degree, and this wasn’t so bad, being with him, you finish your fry and respond, “I know, I just don’t know if I can give you what you want.” He hums, “you lettin’ be have the night, a’ least?”

You rest your hand on top of his to soothe him. It’s wrong, in some way— to let him chase you, you accept drinks, flirt and know his intentions, he told you it clearly, laid it out like a presentation despite his drunk state— you remember it like it was yesterday.

“Wanna baby” he said, slurring his words, “feels like ‘m gettin’ old, too old fer’ one, but I want one-“ he hiccups. “I get it” you murmured, “it’s like- all my friends got one, but I suppose I’m just not ready” he cupped your thigh, “Aww, dolly- no one is, I can make ya’ ready if ya’ got time.”

You reach his house when you pull yourself out of your thoughts, you guess mindlessly eating too, as your fries are all gone, Tazzy’s chicken burger is too- you can also guess he ate it on the way here. He opens the truck door for you, and helps you down. He seems… quiet, you can only assume he’s pent up— bulge in his tight jeans. He jiggles his keys in the door when you speak up, “Tazzy-“ “do you want this?” His accent is clear, his horns shining in the moonlight. “What..?” Stupid answer to give him, but you’ve been placed on the spot. “dolly- if yer’ going in here- I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t stand, do you want that?” “Tazar-“ Your tone is serious but he keeps going, “I can take you home n’ you’ll never have to see me in that bar again, okay? I can do that for ya’ I can, I’m selfish n’ mean, but I can, n’ I can-“ You can’t get through to him so you stand tall on your tip toes and kiss him, his lips hot and dry from the tangent. Yes, he’s a little pushy, but he’s such a gentleman to you, in his own way, of course. He grips your waist and hauls you up, your legs wrapping around your waist.

He opens the door to his ranch house, shutting and locking it behind you too, before bringing you down to his dining table. He breaks the kiss to pull his flannel off- not bothering with the wife-beater underneath. You reach for his pecs, wanted to feel the strength of this man— “dolly- watch yerself-“ he’s pulling at his belt, them flying off with his jeans- till there’s nothing left but his boxers.

Fuck… his bulge is right between your thighs, you stare at it—god you’re getting heated, you can almost hear a heart beat through the thin cloth of his underwear and you soaked panties— his coarse pubic hair is just below—oh! His base is right there. You need this bad. And is that- the outline of a pierc- “dolly” he grabs your jaw and forces your face to his, “stop yer’ drooling, we got boundaries to talk ‘bout” You nod- trying to eye down again. “Dirty girl- you know better” he leans over you. “I don’t use condoms dolly, can’t fit on me” Well, of course, you think, what could fit on that thing? Your answer is quick, “So?” He deadpans, “how you want my cum? In ya’ or out ya’?” Your second answer is even quicker, confident with your consent birth control- “in, please, gods, inside” he smirks, pleased with your answer, “I trust your judgment, bunny”

His thumbs pull down his boxers, and there it is. Fuck- you should’ve let him take you home first week cause it’s a delectable sight. Thicker than it is long, the veins are prominent, base to tip almost- thick foreskin, oh fuck- precum is pulling on your belly button and— oh double fuck- a gold ring, just like his nose on the top of his tip. “oh- Tazzy” He’s pulling up your short dress, just enough to expose your nipples to the cool air. “Bunny, what’s wit’ the moanin’? I ain’t even in ya’ yet.” He rolls a nipple with his fingers, pulling with his movements. “Perty knockers right ‘ere, dolly. Hidin’ this from me too” You shiver in delight, and he leans down to take one in his mouth. You realize that you’ve been gripping the doily under you the whole time, but reach for his horns instead, needing something to ground you. “Atta girl”

As he sucks on your nipple, making sure to give attention to each, he’s been slowly removing your panties, pushing them down to your ankles, you’ve almost been to busy to notice, but his blunt tip at your entrance snaps you out of your daze, the ring is surprisingly cold as it bumps your clit, making you shiver. “So, whatda ya’ think?” You’ve lost your words, the only sentence in your mind being “inside right now” So you can only muster up a “please, gods, Tazzy-“ He chuckles, “normally I’m the one begging, dolly, but it’s a nice change, I gotta go slow though, don’t want no rips, mmkay?” You nod embarrassingly fast— if you even have embarrassment at this point.

You breathe in as he spreads your lips and pushes in lightly— even with how wet you are, it’s rough at first, even though his horns were nice, you find yourself back at that doily beneath you- feeling the intricate pattern as Tazar’s dick threatens a new sensitive spot. The ring is the best in the worst way. It snags on your walls and makes you womb flutter. If you could see Tazar he’s on the verge of tears from your tightness. Ugh, it’s been so long for him. He’s a tough man, he doesn’t like taking things he doesn’t deserve, and pussy is a treat he’s been depriving himself for the farm. But his profits are good— his fields are pristine, and he got enough free time to think about being a daddy.— by the time he hilts, he thanks you. What a privilege for all his work to pay off to fuck a load into his wif- well, this pretty little lady he’s been working his charms on. “Checkin’ in dolly, how is it?” You— on the other hand, feel like your floating— the now fire hot ring is nudging you cervix— you’re full, to your limit- “Bunny?” He taps your face, trying to bring you back, and when you do- you cry a little with him, “Tazzyyy- s’ deep- oh fuck- more,more,more-“ “Easyy perty girl, imma give it to ya’” And his pace is that of a snail- you would mind it if you didn’t have so much to focus on feeling— just when you think you’ve controlled how you feel about a vein on your g-spot, another vein hits something most sensitive- it’s almost infuriating! But ever the charmer he is, he sweet talks you while working on the pace.

He finds that a good distraction for you is angling down, which immediately makes you break eye contact moan, neck craned and head back. It’s good for him, you’re nice and slick, but he thinks he can go deeper. Which leads to your most current situation, knees to your shoulders, hard mating press. Your eyes have been perpetually in the bad of you skull for the most part, and Tazzy is throughly satisfied, that’s what he needed— his tail snaps around as he thrusts, the whole table is practically shaking from his weight. Your moans are pretty consistent, “Tazzy,Tazzy,Tazzy,Tazzy” something you’ll be embarrassed to remember, actually a lot of things really— but Tazar sure enjoys the flattery!

He can tell you’re getting close— your moans are louder, your chest is heaving and you’re begging. The consistent thump Tazar dick has on your womb is something else, and the pace is making the tap of his ring against your squishy insides feel like a slap. You don’t even realize your cumming until Tazar whispers praises by the shell of your ear about how well you are doing. “G’na, g’na turn you ‘round, breed you proper, ‘kay?” He kisses your temple, almost infantilizing as he flips you are your stomach. You feel strong hands placed on your hips as his thick meat pries you open again, pulling your gummy walls with him every time he pulls out. His large balls are plap! Plap! Plap! Against your thighs before he stills one last time, “cummin bunny!” And that’s when you feel it, thick, virile, fuck—you’re not getting out of this child-less. His cum doesn’t exactly shoot, more so a drool or ooze, and by a couple minutes, you’re stuffed with more coming out. It makes a mess of your thighs, and makes a puddle on the stained pine hardwood.

“..wasn’t so bad aye, bunny?”

You sigh, but nod your head.

“How ‘bout a nice cheap dinner and more a’ this tomorrow night?”