Like imagine crying on the couch and you hear his thunderous, big body SUV built ass footsteps approach you.

"Baby, what's wrong," he says tenderly as he rubs your shoulder.

You look up to explain how bad your day was with tears in your eyes and you fucking see this:

pairing: gn ! reader - ft. werewolves, orcs, minotaurs, succubi / incubi, dragonfolk, and vampires.

author's note: this'll be kinda messy, so sorry. just had a misunderstanding due to a language barrier today and somehow got inspired. sorry for the ramble lol.

[ pt. 2. ]

werewolves. 

“so, when are you two tying the knot?” 

the vicinity goes quiet. your werewolf friend freezes mid-drink, ears slowly turning red under messy, shaggy hair. “w-we’re not—! that’s . . . !” 

“what?” you blink, confused at their weird reaction.

someone in the pack coughs into their hand. another is trying very hard not to laugh. 

the werewolf mutters into their sleeve, mortified. “humans shouldn’t say mating phrases so casually.”

you stare. “i said marriage.”

“exactly!”

orcs.

you pat the orc who was helping you on the shoulder. "woah, you’re really strong, you know that?” 

they go still. very still.

you notice the rest of the orcs nearby stop talking, too. one of them elbows another with a smirk.

the orc clears their throat, trying to look casual. “. . . you think so?”

“yeah?”

a radiant smile bloomed on their originally stoic face, a satisfied hum vibrating through their chest - their tusks seeming to be somehow glinting brighter under the sun. “you should say that again sometime,” maybe a day where the two of you weren't under the scorching sun.

now they're thinking, maybe going over to help the little, struggling human was worth it. even if they only had just been egged on by their friends to approach any human and flirt. . . . this may be a good distraction for a while.

minotaurs.

you notice a lost looking minotaur among the halls - and deciding to take pity, you approach.

“here,” you say, grabbing their hand. “the hallway’s confusing. c’mon, i’ll guide you.” asking them where they needed to go to, you lead the way once getting a shy response.

the minotaur follows quietly. 

when you finally reach the exit, you turn around, tugging your hand to free it —

– and freeze upon feeling the vice grip on it. 

they’re staring at your joined hands like you just handed them the world.

“ . . . what?” 

their ears twitch, still staring. “in my culture,” they murmur softly. “. . . nevermind.” ignoring the fluttering feeling in their chest at being guided through the maze of hallways, 

they stuff their tingling hand in their pocket. “can i have your number?”

demons. 

“i promise i’ll help you tomorrow.”

the demon’s pen stops mid-signature.

“…promise?”

“yeah?”

their eyes narrow thoughtfully.

“binding or casual?”

“…what?”

“verbal promises can still count,” they say, pulling out parchment. “just for documentation.”

“IT WAS A FIGURE OF SPEECH.”

the demon sighs.

“humans are terrible negotiators.”

dragons.

you place the gold ring on the table. “i thought you might like it.”

the dragon stares at it.

then at you.

then at the ring again.

their wings shift slightly. “ . . . humans give courtship treasure very quickly.”

you choke. “WHAT.”

they gently slide the ring into their palm, inspecting it, before slipping it on their finger. it seems to be the perfect fit.

“ . . . i accept.”

“WAIT—”

incubi / succubi.

“sweet dreams.” you wave before heading to bed.

the cubi pauses in the doorway. “. . . was that intentional?”

“was what intentional?”

their smile is slow, amused. “humans wishing dream-based creatures sweet dreams.”

“. . . it’s just a goodnight phrase.”

“pity.” they lean against the doorframe. “i thought you were inviting me.”

your face burns.

they grin wider. “that blush is very convincing, though.”

vampires.

“you look delicious tonight.”

the vampire says it with complete sincerity.

you pause halfway through adjusting your collar.

“. . .thank you?”

they nod approvingly, gaze lingering just a second too long.

“radiant complexion. warm pulse. excellent circulation.”

“. . .you’re flirting, right?”

the vampire tilts their head.

“. . .i was complimenting the meal.”

you slowly back away.

sooo pussy portals… in the monster kink tag, I’ve fallen DEEP into that rabbit hole and I cannot stop lolll and that leads me to my ask!

Of course, taking up a job at the Pussy Portal company brings in serious bank but, what if the woman just loves Monsters and adding a Freeuse kink into the mix makes this the job of her dreams! The only monster that she hasn’t been fucked by yet was a Minotaur..

Well, here's all my pussy portal stuff!

Omg, imagine it's like a points reward system where you get points based on the number and size of the cocks that use your portal. So the bigger the cocks get and the more frequent your portal is used, the more options you get to unlock.

The more intense options, like larger tentacles, orcs, minotaurs and centaurs are locked until you can earn enough points to unlock them.

You worked all the way up to Orc tier and have been having so much fun, you almost forgot about the earning points part. Before you know it you unlock the Minotaur tier and you're so excited, you tap the allow option without even reading the "Are you sure?" And "User Warning" pop ups.

You've taken two orcs at the same damn time, minotaur cock will be a walk in the park. You hop out of bed and start your morning. Everything's going normally until you feel a strange flat object bump against your cunt.

You think it might be someone's fist for a second before you feel the cum leaking from the tip and realise it's the flat tip of a minotaur cock. You barely get a moment to panic before the beast is trying to work it's tip inside you, stretching your pussy around it.

Your knees buckle when the tip finally pops in, the stretch is a perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

What about a hucow darling with a Minotaur breeder that won't share?

-🦟

Cow hybrid darling x possessive bull hybrid/minotaur

Tw: hint of noncon, breeding kink, mentions of public sex

Masterlist

"Don't worry, they'll take care of you," the farmer promises you as he urges you out into the field. His expectations for you are high; your prized genes didn't come cheap. You've been nervous about this day since he bought you during the auction.

You hesitantly step out into the field, and the farmer closes up the trailer. He doesn't say anything else to you; only the sound of the truck starting signals his departure.

"Look who the farmer brought us now." One of the bulls looks at you eagerly. The other bulls follow his lead, slowly surrounding you.

They murmur among themselves, making remarks about you. "Aw, look at them. They are so scared." One says, pushing in closer to you. "I wonder how long this one will last." His friend, right next to him, remarks. 

Every time one of them speaks to you, they slowly surround you, getting closer. You cower away from them, not ready for what they want to do with you. The tension in the air is so thick with so many expectations lingering. 

Suddenly, the tension dissipates. There’s some type of unspoken communication amongst them. They all leave you, deciding that the field is more interesting. Only one stays. He’s further back, away from the others, yet you can still see the scars that cover his body. 

He waits for the others to be far away from you before he starts approaching you. It’s like he’s meticulous with every step, drawing out each one to build tension. 

“I will have you all to myself. No one else will touch you, and if they do, I’ll kill them.” He’s inches away from you, and you feel his stare all over you. He’s unashamed of how much he looks at you, letting his gaze linger wherever he wishes. 

“Come with me, mate. Let’s make this official.” He turns and walks further away from the others. He doesn’t bother to look back to see if you are following him; he knows you will, preferring your fate with him versus the others.

You carefully follow him, not wanting to upset him. He walks you through the field, leading you to the far edges. He’s claimed and defended his land for a long time for this moment; he’s eager to make you have his calves. 

He mounts you immediately, pushing his cock inside of you. You feel the ridges of his cock move against your inner walls; it makes you cry out. You never expected him to be this big. Yet he’s still pushing himself into you, making you take all of him. 

The pain of him stretching you out is immense. You try to get away from him, but his hands on your hips keep you together. “Relax, mate, you’ll have me one way or another.” His mouth is right by your ears.

One of his hands travels around your waist, making you still, the anticipation distracting you. His fingers find your clit, light and slow touches. You almost forget he’s inside you, instead reveling in the pleasure. It makes the pressure in your core build as he toys with your clit. 

As you feel the pressure building and just about to release, he takes his fingers away, returning them to your hip. His hips start moving, thrusting into you, his hands pulling you back to him. The change of stimulation muddies the pain and pleasure together; pleasure wins in the end with the ridges of his cock rubbing your insides. 

But now the longer you two spend there and the longer your attention rests so intently on those other bulls, the more jealous he gets. He stares at you as you watch the rodeo in awe, wondering when was the last time you looked at him that way with a pout.

He knows it’s a ridiculous thing to be jealous about. He knows! He’s also completely aware that he and the bulls in the show are entirely different given that they’re actual bulls and he’s mostly human.

Yet he can’t help the jealousy that rises within him as he watches you not watching him. He wants your attention and he’s willing to fuck you in front of this whole stadium in order to get it. That’ll show those dumb bulls. He’ll give the people here a real show.

“You rode me so much better than those cowboys, remember? If you need a refresher I’m always down to prove it again to you,” your bf murmurs in your ear.

Your eyes go wide and a blush quickly overtakes your features. Before you know it, Bull Hybrid bf is scooping up your plush frame in his muscular arms and slamming your back against the stadium wall.

All thoughts of the rodeo you’re missing and the acts you aren’t gonna see go flying out of your head the moment your bf’s cock sinks into your tight little hole. His giant girth stretching out your core and giving you no time to adjust as he starts fucking up into you.

Monster best friend that accidentally finds your only fans. As soon as he sees your face, he goes to get off your page, but when he sees the giant monster dildo in your hand, he pauses. His finger hovers over the play button, his mind at war with itself on whether to see more. His conscience screams at him to put the phone down and forget he saw you there, but everything else screams at him to see more.

He gives in and clicks on your page, and his cock throbs as he realizes that every video is of you playing with all different monster dildos. He starts a video and can’t help but moan as you bounce up and down on a very large dildo, clearly modeled after a werewolf cock. Your tiny cunt stretched more than he would have thought possible for a little human. 

His hand is immediately wrapped around his throbbing cock and stroking in time with your movements. He growls as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure, feeling his own release getting closer, far faster than he would like. 

As you let out a scream and gush all over the dildo, he finally cums, shooting all over his hand and the floor. He releases a small moan as he glances at his phone and sees the cum covering the screen over your naked body. 

The guilt slowly creeps in as he comes down from his high, and he vows he will never do this again. And he continues to break that vow every night as he crawls into bed, his cock cumming hard as he watches your videos, only to swear it’s the last time all over again. 

You take them lemonade in short little sundresses so you can watch their muscles flex as they work in the fields. The hard work barely phases them because they're so strong, but they always thank you before gulping down the lemonade.

You notice them eyeing you as you hang clothes on the line. Usually you forgo wearing underwear so they can catch peeks as the breeze makes your skirt billow.

You never show any interest in the human suitors your father brings around, trying to marry you off. He cares more about how much acreage they have than he does your feelings.

The minotaur farm hands are always so polite, calling you ma'am and darlin' and sweetheart and tipping their hats seductively when you walk past.

He bodyslams a man and sends him flying several feet into a bunch of chairs. Your friend–who left you a few minutes ago to get some snacks–screams from the top of the bleachers for you to run. But you can't, your feet are glued to the ground as the minotaur swings his head around to look at you, his next target. He lowers his horns and charges. You flinch backward and bump into the stone wall that surrounds the arena.