Moved here from @monstrsflashlight. || Late 20s. || She/her. || +18 content || You can find all my pages in my commission me over link tree || Pfp by @cheesomancer || No beta and english isnât my first language, be kind pls || Monster related content
Hello there! I'm a 20+ yr old asexual and autistic who likes to write (allegedly) stories involving monsters. Main monster account is @monstersflashlight and you can go there to read all stories (but we have a masterlist down below). Also, personal account (if someone is interested) is @angela-feelstoomuch :)
I have the ask option open, you can send requests, opinions or anything that crosses your mind. (I won't accept rudeness, tho.) Things I DON'T write here. Heads up, requests take about one month to get answered (more or less).
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Here we follow the most important rule of fiction: don't like, don't read.
Each story has their own main kink list and TW (let me know if something is missing). The default for me is gonna be a male!monster, otherwise it will be specified. In the human department, it will be specified in each story. This list will be updated regularly.
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Comissioned art here.
Masterlists
Minotaur masterlist
Werewolf masterlist
Orc masterlist
Vampire masterlist
Dragon masterlist
Ghost masterlist
Demon masterlist
Alien masterlist
Monster boyfriend txt masterlist
Mixed monsters masterlist
Queer masterlist
Headcanon masterlist
Monster-kinktober masterlist
Monster advent calendar
Tag list (links in this section only work on computer)
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Alien (Glyxx) x fem!reader ||UST, sfw|| tw: violence, kidnapping (mentioned)
ReaderâŚ
The wait is painstakingly slow. Glyxx urges all three of you to hide behind a big fallen tree. His body curled over you and your friend protectively. Heâs taking very seriously the job of keeping you safe until Salyx is back. But itâs taking so long, you arenât sure your friend was wrong in his query.
What if Salyx is not coming back? What if something happened and the other humans canât escape? What if the aliens holding them hostage kill them? Would all that be on you? It kind of feels like youâd have part of the blame on that one.
You shake your head, trying to focus on the sounds around the forest. Trying to elucidate if thereâs someone incoming. Hoping that there is. Hoping that Salyx got the humans out. But you can barely hear anything over the protective body of your alien.
âGlyxx, do you hear something?â You whisper, which sounds like a shout in the quiet surroundings.
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It's been a very busy month, so let's get to it! Firstly, I published an exclusive (and very horny) standalone between a plant-monster and a fem!reader involving sex pollen, free use, bondage... Very filthy if you ask međ
Pollinating you (Plant-monster x fem!reader)
And another chapter of my all time favorite story to write A baby and a dragon walk into a hospital... This story follows a firefighter dragon and a human nurse, who find themselves having strong feelings for each other and not knowing how to deal with them.
A dragon and a baby walk into a hospital (dragon [Anthony] x human [Henry]): Chapter 4
We also got some Alien Rescuer. This story follows Glyxx, the only friend Xyris has and a very VERY traumatized dude who doesn't think he deserves love. But things get a bit messed up when he finds a compound filled with human slaves, even worse when he discovers one of them is his mate... (aka: you). He's very stubborn, and he needs to get them out of there. I posted two more parts this month.
Alien Rescuer (part 22): Middle of nowhere (Alien [Glyxx] x fem!reader)
Alien Rescuer (part 23): Anger and defeat (Alien [Glyxx] x fem!reader)
We also got one more chapters on beloved stories such as Ghoulish desires (find the first one for free here), full of angst of course!
Ghoulish desires (part 19): History repeats itself (ghoul [Ben] x fem!reader)
And on top of that we also got a special themed-week: Exhibitionism week! All stories focus on that kink and they are very, very hot (!!) if I can say so myself. [You can buy the collection here]
Exhibitionism week 1. The park (minotaur x fem!reader)
Exhibitionism week 2. The cinema (orc x fem!reader)
Exhibitionism week 3. The botanical garden (dryad x fem!reader)
Exhibitionism week 4. The window (werewolf x fem!reader)
And on top of that, we got TWO NEW ART COMMISSIONS from The curse (read some of it here). A NSFW one and a super cute one!
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So, this gives us a round up of A FUCKTON of stories plus lore plus art starting at only 6$/month! Find all the info here.
Request: Anything with an orc in it honestly đ¤ˇââď¸ it can be fluffy, smutty or anything in between, I really enjoy reading your works so it was awesome to join FINALLY (I started reading your works on tumblr)
The most beautiful human
Orc x fem!reader || oral sex, body worship, edging
Sometimes you hate the green asshole who lives with you. And prepares dinner every night. And loves you. And even was stupid enough to marry you. Because heâs infuriating. Have you mentioned how heâs an asshole already? Because he is. An asshole who loves edging you.
Youâve been sprawled in bed forever already. âPlease, please⌠Just touch me already,â you beg when he stops again.
Heâs been kissing all over your body for what feels like hours. You arenât sure how long heâs taken to make sure he kisses every single centimeter of your skin before he grabbed your legs and positioned himself between them, your knees over his shoulders while he kissed and licked your inner thighs⌠So close, but not close enough. Not where you want him the most. Where you need him.
He calls it worship, you call it torture.
He pulls back further, his head resting against your thigh while he looks up at you with a gleeful smile. You glare at him, anger boiling inside of you once more. âDonât be like that. Come on, sunshine. I just want this to last as much as possibleâŚâ He kisses your lower abdomen, looking incredible between your thighs.
âBut I- But I-â You try, but your track of thought gets completely lost when his head goes down again.
He kisses the insides of your thighs, his tusks framing his lips in a way that reminds you heâs completely otherworldly. Heâs getting closer and closer to where you want him the most⌠Just to pull back and do it all over again. You are wriggling under him, trying to get him close to your pussy, trying to get him to touch your clit.
âIâm going to divorce you if you donât touch my pussy in the next three seconds, I swear to the goddess,â you curse, grabbing his hair and pulling while he laughs. The warm puffs of air land on your sensitive skin and you let out a gasp, the anger dissipating with your utter need. âPlease,â you whisper one more time.
The second his tongue makes contact with your pussy, you let out a scream that could rival a banshee. The way his lips stretch in a smile against your flesh is enough to make you pull at his hair again. He groans, sending shivers up your spine. And then he really goes for it.
He starts sucking on your clit, his tongue tracing patterns over it as if his life depended solely on driving you completely insane. A finger traces your entrance, and you arch your hips, trying to get him closer to get him in. But once again he only pulls away, smirking at you while his finger goes in at a torturous pace.
âWhat did I do to deserve this?â You ask him, panting when his finger curls and presses against your G-spot. Not moving, not doing anything but press but enough to send sparks of pleasure to your oversensitive body.
âI just want to show you my loveâŚâ He whispers, like it explains everything.
But the way heâs smirking, how big his grin is⌠That tells another story.
Heâs doing it because he enjoys how desperate you get. How mindless you become once he gets you in that state where you donât know where you are, and you can only mumble his name like a prayer. He enjoys having you at his mercy and the best way to do so is when he drags your pleasure for hours.
And fuck⌠You canât argue with him because this torture is the closest youâve been to feeling like a goddess. Each kiss, each caress, each touch⌠It all feels like an offering to a deity. And you crave it. You crave how much he loves you, how much he enjoys your body, how much he wants to bring you to the edge of insanity with each mind-numbing orgasm.
His finger starts moving, his eyes never leaving yours while he drags the tip of his tongue over your clit. The whole image is so erotic that you have to close your eyes for a second. Which he takes advantage of⌠and stops again. You open them instantly, staring at your orc husband with a frown and a plea already on your lips. But you donât get to verbalize it before he lowers his head again.
And what heâs doing between your legs canât be called anything but worship.
He makes out with your clit like his life depends on it, another of his big green fingers pushing inside of your tight channel. The pleasure is so high you can barely describe it. He starts fucking you hard and fast, his fingers curled in the perfect way to touch your most sensitive point with each stroke. Itâs making you delirious, your hands clutching onto the sheets while your body unravels under him.
The orgasm rips from your body like heâs pulling it out by force. Your whole body reacts at once and fireworks explode behind your eyelids while you scream something akin to his name but that could have been anything else at that point. Your hips wonât stop moving while he holds you down and continues his assault on your clit, making your orgasm better and better until you canât hear a single sound, you canât see a single thing, and your mouth is hanging open while you fight to breathe.
And only when your hands cooperate enough to grab his hair again, you can pull him off you, your clit hypersensitive and his smug grin matching the dripping juices on his face. âI love how cute you get when you come like that.â
You nod once, a new idea already forming on your head. Because thereâs two truths in that room: you get desperate when he edges you, and he gets hard enough that he could cum in seconds. âYour turn,â you whisper before you move.
You donât give him enough time to react before you twist your hips and position him onto his back. He lets out a loud moan when you straddle him, his green cock already leaking. Itâs like your whole body knows where he belongs, because in a fluid movement heâs pressing against your entrance, and you are sinking down on his dick.
The groans of pleasure are matching when you start to move your hips, riding him like heâs a bull and you are a professional bull rider. Heâs grabbing onto your hips, bruising strong, but fuck, itâs so hot to see him like this. Head thrown back, neck tense and mouth hanging open while he groans your name like a prayer.
You were wrong before. The moment where you feel more like a goddess is right now. When you are on top of him, bringing him so much pleasure he canât even talk, and your pussy is so full you think you are going to lose your mind at any second.
He reaches down, rubbing your clit with his thumb when you feel the telltale sign of his impeding orgasm. His name tastes like ecstasy on your lips when the second orgasm rips through your body, and his whole body bulks when he comes, thrusting as far as possible as he unloads inside of you.
You are restring your head against his chest, panting, a single thought in your head: âThat was⌠wow,â you mumble, still a bit gone from your own brain.
Ghoulish desires (part 19): History repeats itself
Ghoul (Ben) x fem!reader || enemies to lovers|| tw: anxiety, kidnapping, violence
BenâŚ
His hands are shaking when he takes out his phone, taking a deep breath before hitting call. The second the call connects, heâs talking. âSheâs gone. Her house is empty and thereâs broken glass and blood.â He reports to his captain in a voice that he hopes is not as desperate as he feels right now.
Every fiber of his being is on high alert, his whole body tense and his head pounding with the impeding feeling of devastation.
His captain sighs, and Ben can almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing the ring around his right horn. A tired gesture that heâs seen the captain do more than once since he arrived at the precinct. âWhat are you talking about, Vermis?â The minotaur asks, clearly done already.
But Ben is not about to be worried about the captain when he has much more pressing issues. Like the fact that you are gone, and he canât find anything in this house that points to whoever took you. âSHEâS GONE,â he insists. âIâm in her house, I came to check on her and sheâs not here. The house is a mess, thereâs broken glass on the floor, and there is⌠Thereâs blood. Somebody took her.â
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Imagine finding yourself a great alien boyfriend. He's so sweet, so cute with you. Treats you like you are the most amazing being he's ever encountered. And when the night falls... He's feral for your body. He loves every part of you, belly fat, marks, bumps... He's enamoured with every part of you and you are enamoured with each part of him. Only one tiny little problem: his cum glows in the dark and it stains. Not in the way you have stains in your sheets... More in the way that after he fucks you full, you walk around the camp looking like a glow-stick for a few hours. Everyone knows you are well pleased, at least, even if it's mortifying. (He finds it great, he's very smug about it, you look so pretty all glowy because of him).
Hello there, my lovelies. I've been trying a lil new thing and I'll be implementing it as time goes on. For now, you can get the Exhibitionism week as a one time purchase over Patreon for 4$ (1$ per story).
Link to buy here
Here a lil sneak peek of the four stories:
Exhibitionism week 1. The park (minotaur x fem!reader)
Exhibitionism week 2. The cinema (orc x fem!reader)
Exhibitionism week 3. The botanical garden (dryad x fem!reader)
Exhibitionism week 4. The window (werewolf x fem!reader)
I'll be doing this with all the weekly exclusive weeks from now on, and I'll be working on getting acces to all the previous ones, too. It would be 1$ per story, so weeks with 4 exclusives would be 4$, weeks with 5 exclusives would be 5$... You can always just suscribe for 6$/month and read all of them, but in case you are only interested in those exclusive weeks, now you have the option to get acces to only that. 𫶠I will work to get them on Ko-Fi soon-ish, too. In case someone is more familiar with that platform â¤ď¸
Summary: Visiting your werewolf boyfriend at the office is always fun, especially when he decides you donât smell enough like him so he has to fuck you. Right there, right now, in front of the huge windows⌠and with people watching right across the street.
Werewolf x fem!reader || exhibitionism, semi-public sex, knotting, (light) breeding, dirty talk, (light) degradation, oral sex
âHello, darling. Long time no see. Youâre here to see the big boss, right?â The nice old naga on the front reception asks the second you step into the foyer. Sheâs been working there forever, and she knows everyone.
You nod once, offering her your best smile. âYeah, I wanted to surprise him. Can I do that?â Your plan is to get into his office and wait for him there. You are sure heâs still in the awful meeting that has had him on edge for the past week. So you are there as a little treat.
âAww, arenât you the cutest?â She says right on cue. Monsters find humans adorable, and you use it to your full advantage. Like getting in your husbandâs office without him being alerted. âGo right up, Iâll tell the security guy not to say anything. I bet you can make him happier today. Have a nice day, darling!â She waves enthusiastically, and you return the gesture, happy to get away with your little scheme.
You donât know how she does it, but by the time you reach the top level of the building, everyone knows you are there and nobody should alert the boss about that fact. You slip into his office and admire the view. His building is not the tallest, but his office is at the corner, giving you a perfect view of the lake. You can see some people in the next building over being busy typing on their computers and looking incredibly stressed.
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Her voice is exactly the same as he remembers it, âhello, son.â
Glyxx is staring. He knows heâs staring. But he canât truly believe what his eyes are seeing. Thereâs no way. She was dead. There was no other choice but for her to be dead. The idea that she wasnât⌠That opens so many other questions that he has no time to ask. But sheâs staring back at him. His mom is staring back at him. The mom he believed death more than 180 years ago.
But sheâs there. Right in front of him. And he could have had a million reactions, but his gut feeling is utter betrayal. The drakonian in front of him has been alive for these past 180 years, and heâs just finding that out. All the years he spent suffering, struggling to even have something to bring to his mouth. All those sleepless nights, all those moments where he was so angry he couldnât control his inner fire, and almost sent him to prison three times. All of those happened⌠and she was still alive.
He doesnât even flinch when he lets out his next words. âIâm not your son. Not anymore. That kid died the day he was put on a ship and sent to another planet.â
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Alien (Glyxx) x fem!reader || tw: violence, kidnapping
ReaderâŚ
They led all of you to a weird camp in the middle of nowhere. It looks like an abandoned city, how Glyxxâs house looked back then. That happened a few days ago and it feels like a lifetime already. You try to catalog as many details as possible, checking the surrounding areas, but thereâs nothing that could pinpoint exactly where you are. Itâs all forest and ruined houses. An abandoned village, probably. But that doesnât give you any more information than that. Who knows how many of those can be out there?
Glyxx and the resistance would have a hard time finding you. If they are looking, thatâs it. You canât quiet the little voice in the back of your head that wonât shut up about him, worrying about him. You are pretty sure everything went well⌠but what if it didnât? You have no way of knowing. You shake your head, focusing once again on whatâs happening in front of you, consoling someone, helping everyone walk, planning an escape. Thereâs always something to do.
The second they try to slip all of you into what you could call a house, but itâs more like four walls and a ruined roof that leaks some weird substance nobody wants to name. It takes you a couple of hours to pinpoint when the guard assigned to the ruined house leaves, and you take your chance. You force the door open after a while picking the lock with one of your hairpins. Years and years of trial and error taught you a lot of skills.
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Summary: Visiting your werewolf boyfriend at the office is always fun, especially when he decides you donât smell enough like him so he has to fuck you. Right there, right now, in front of the huge windows⌠and with people watching right across the street.
Werewolf x fem!reader || exhibitionism, semi-public sex, knotting, (light) breeding, dirty talk, (light) degradation, oral sex
âHello, darling. Long time no see. Youâre here to see the big boss, right?â The nice old naga on the front reception asks the second you step into the foyer. Sheâs been working there forever, and she knows everyone.
You nod once, offering her your best smile. âYeah, I wanted to surprise him. Can I do that?â Your plan is to get into his office and wait for him there. You are sure heâs still in the awful meeting that has had him on edge for the past week. So you are there as a little treat.
âAww, arenât you the cutest?â She says right on cue. Monsters find humans adorable, and you use it to your full advantage. Like getting in your husbandâs office without him being alerted. âGo right up, Iâll tell the security guy not to say anything. I bet you can make him happier today. Have a nice day, darling!â She waves enthusiastically, and you return the gesture, happy to get away with your little scheme.
You donât know how she does it, but by the time you reach the top level of the building, everyone knows you are there and nobody should alert the boss about that fact. You slip into his office and admire the view. His building is not the tallest, but his office is at the corner, giving you a perfect view of the lake. You can see some people in the next building over being busy typing on their computers and looking incredibly stressed.
...
Keep reading this and so much more on my Patreon (more info here)
Exclusive stories aviable in tiers "Monster lover" (6$/month) and "Monster fucker" (10$/month). To know more about what other rewards being a patreon includes, check the whole info here.
Summary: Who could have guessed that going to visit the botanical garden would end with you tied to a tree and fucked by a dryad? Not that you are complaining either way...
Dryad x fem!reader || public sex, exhibitionism, tentacles (vines), bondage, hate sex (kinda?)
You hated him.
You hated the damn dryad with all your might.
He was such an asshole. Always smiling at everyone, always making silly remarks to make everyone laugh. Well, he was not funny! (Maybe only a little.) Everyone liked him and all creatures chose him for the gardens tour. Even though you had a better plan of action and better plant facts! But nobody cared about that when he had a big toothy smile, green hair plagued with purple flowers and vines that he used to âmake flowers appearâ every time he saw a pretty creature. Ugh, you hated him.
He was insufferable and was taking all your clients. And on top of that, he enjoyed reminding you of that fact every chance he got.
âYou need to relax, dude. You are always so uptight and serious. People donât go with your tour because it looks like you want to kill them.â He says the second he waltzed into the break room.
âI do not look like I want to kill people!â You instantly reply, cringing the second the words are out of your mouth.
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Imagine having an anxious monster boyfriend. He's all calm and collected on the outside, but you know better. You know his little clues and the little signs that tell you how anxious he's getting, how much he needs to walk out of the room and decompress a little before he transforms into his (even more) monstrous form. So you grab his hand and slowly lead him to the bathroom. You close the door behind the two of you, his composed mask instantly dropping when he falls to his knees in front of you. He's so tall his head is boob-level and he buries his face right there. Between your boobs. He's breathing hard, and you cup the back of his head, careful with the spikes, drawing random forms on the back of his neck to help him calm down.
You aren't expecting when his hands move up, cupping your boobs and he starts massaging them. You are wearing a bra, but he doesn't seem to care about it when he pulls the top of your shirt down until your boobs are overflowing over it. You find yourself there, boobs fully exposed in a random bathroom while your monster boyfriend sucks on one of your nipples while he gropes your other boob. You have to cover your mouth not to moan, and he continues his sweet torture of your boobs for what feels like an eternity. He gropes, he cups, he pinches and caresses, he bites and licks and makes your pussy so fucking wet you are worried your pants are wet right now.
And then he stops.
"I'm more calm now, we can go back out," he simply says before helping your boobs back into your shirt and bra and getting up. "Thank you for helping me, you are the best." He kisses your forehead and grabs your hand, pulling you outside the bathroom without any other words. You have to endure the rest of the night with your clit tingling and your desire so high you feel like you are about to cum... Fuck.
Summary: Your orc boyfriend loves a little too much to get handy in the darkness, no matter where you are. But why would you say anything when you are enjoying yourself?
Orc x fem!reader || public sex, exhibitionism, edging, oral sex
Itâs not the first time it happened. Itâs not even the fifth. Itâs pretty clear from early in your relationship that your orc boyfriend loves a bit too much the rush of adrenaline that comes with touching you when he shouldnât. Or more like where he shouldnât. It gets him going, and well⌠It gets you going, too, so you donât exactly complain when it happens.
Sometimes is him slipping his hand inside your shirt to grope your tits in the supermarket. He doesnât look around to check if thereâs somebody. Itâs late, and the possibilities of people going around are little, but he doesnât seem to mind either way when he hugs you from behind and his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, going up and up and up until they are cupping your boobs and heâs rubbing your nipples until they are two erect peaks and you can feel them against your bra. He finds it very amusing when you try to cover them with your arms. (Heâs nice enough to finger fuck you in the parking lot after, a reward for letting him grope you whenever he wants.)
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Summary: When your minotaur boyfriend suggested a run through the park, being fucked behind the bushes wasnât exactly what you were expecting, but you arenât about to deny him when you want it, too.
âTrouble sleeping?â Your minotaur boyfriend sneaks up on you, making you let out an undignified squeal and drop the cereal box in your hands. âWhy are you eating cereal at 2 am?â He asks, head tilted to the side and looking way too cute for someone who almost provoked you to have a heart attack.
âYou scared the crap out of me!â You complain, picking up the box and signaling for him to get the broom. Poor cereal died because of a stupidly hot minotaur. Your midnight snack lost to the floor⌠You almost weep at the thought. Not sleeping really brings all the emotions to the surface. But you arenât about to cry for a bunch of cereal on the floor⌠Maybe.
Your dutiful boyfriend cleans the mess on the floor while you drink some water and stare at his half-naked body. Grey sweatpants ridding low on his hips, the silhouette of his huge dick looking absolutely obscene against the fabric and his brownish short fur looking so soft you want to bury your face on his pecs.
âSo⌠trouble sleeping again?â He asks when you continue staring, not uttering a single word.
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Got high and suddenly got hit with the urge to write a smut between a vampire queen and a fae warrior queen, who definitely shows her centuries of experience in making people submit đ
A/N: Itâs not exactly nuns, but itâs some kind of priestess, so thereâs that.
Repent for your sins
Fem!fae x vampire fem!reader || dom/sub dynamic, bondage, (light) sadomasochism || tw: blood, religious guilt???
You arrived to her church at the time she ordered, your legs shaking and your jacket barely covering your naked body. She was wearing her priestess attire, and you cursed yourself for finding it so arousing. She didnât have to say anything, her pointy ears twitched a single time before you were on the move, already knowing where she wanted you. She floated behind you, or maybe she walked, but the ethereal air around her body made everything feel⌠magical.
It took her seconds to have you in position. She tied you to a cross, your arms and legs fully apart while she checked you up and down. The smirk on her lips talked of promised sins, and you couldnât wait. She walked around you, not saying anything, not touching anything, just building the anticipation while you tried not to shiver under her molten eyes. The charm of her aura was intoxicating, and with each passing second, her fae nature made her smell stronger, hunger prickling inside of you.
The soft plea that left your lips only amused her, but got you what you wanted: her hands on you. She wasnât soft. She wasnât careful. Her nails left traces of blood on her path, and her bites were painful and drawing blood at parts. You craved it. You needed it. She pinched, groped, and slowly tortured your sinful body while her soft-spoken prayers surrounded the room in an aura of mysticism.
By the time her hand found your soaked pussy, you were ready to beg. âPlease, goddess,â you whispered, blood tears falling down your cheeks while you stared at the priestess of your dreams. You wanted to be good for her. Good to her. You wanted her to have every part of your soul. To own you. To do everything she wanted with you.
âMy blood would fill your insides, and you will repent,â she pronounced very slowly, her hand still playing with your clit. You opened your mouth, wanting to beg, but you were just answered by spit. Directly onto your tongue. The whole thing was so hot you moaned out loud, swallowing compulsively while she smirked down at you. The ethereal glow around her fae body shining brighter than the sun, making your eyes water while she continued her slow torture on your pussy.
She approached her own wrist to her mouth, and with a carefully planned bite, blood was running down her arm. She pushed it up, until it was right on top of your head, and you opened your mouth wide, trying to catch it. It was making a mess all over your face and chest, but you didnât care about it. She tasted like ambrosia. You needed more. You needed all.
And the second the words ârepent for your sinsâ left her mouth, you were shaking on your restrains, your whole body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Your mouth was open wide, and her blood was still dripping down your chin. The whole thing was so filthy, you couldnât hold your eyes open anymore.
âI repent,â you whispered when your consciousness came back to your body. She helped you off the cross, rubbing balm against your sore extremities and kissing your forehead, blood still covering your front.
hey can i request a story where reader comes across a newborn gnoll and discovers it has an appetite for something other then flesh ;)
Request2: I think people are sleeping on gnolls. They've got the ferocity thing of werewolves, a pack structure that encourages sharing, they're matriarchal so there's lots of wlw/femdom potential, and the females have a pseudo-penis they can use for penetration!
A/N: I wrote this to be f/f but when I re-read it I realized it could also be gn, so here. Enjoy!
Hunger for you
Gnolls x gn!reader || heat (implied), oral sex, rough sex
When you first saw her, you were on your way to the grocery store and she was wiping tables at the local restaurant. Your eyes met for half a second, and in that tiny slip of time, something inside of you snapped. And by the looks of it, she also felt it.
She stared at you intensely. For so long that you could feel her eyes burning holes in your back while you walked away, confused by the sudden emotions brewing inside of you. Your hole was clenching, you felt hot all over, and your arousal was shimmering at low for the rest of your trip to the shop.
When you walked back, she was resting her back on the brick wall outside the restaurant, her big body looking incredibly imposing. And once again, when your eyes met, your body warmed to the point that your clothes felt suffocating. You tried to rush, your steps further and further apart, faster and faster until you were almost running. You were so focused on getting home that you barely registered a voice calling your name. How did she know your name? You couldnât care about that, you needed to get into your house so you could get some kind of relief to your growing arousal. What was wrong with you?
The second you opened your door, a big paw appeared next to your head, pushing it open and helping you inside. You were panting, literally panting, and your hole was clenching painfully over nothing. The only word that left your mouth was a soft plea, and she acted in seconds.
Your clothes flew through the air, her words explaining how you were going through something called a heat, but your brain was too scattered to focus on her words. You stared at her paws groping your body, focusing on the way her long tongue was exploring your neck and moaning your name. You could barely think straight on a normal day, but right now, with a strong gnoll in front of you shredding her clothes? You were done for.
Your vocabulary reduced to âpleaseâ and âhurryâ, and her claws methodically talking all the clothes off your body before they found your hole. She cursed so loud it rang in your ears, and you rolled your hips, asking for more and more. You were still in the middle of your living room, but who cared when you were so fucking horny you felt like burning.
The gnoll in front of you helped you to your back, the cold tiles feeling incredible against your overheated skin. Her voice got reduced to a husky growl against your neck, and you were desperate for more, curling your legs around her middle and letting out a gasp when you felt her pseudo-penis rubbing your hypersensitive hole.
Luckily for you, she seemed as desperate as you, so it didnât take long for her to be right where you wanted her most. Her pseudo-penis at your entrance, her long tongue against your neck, and her hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew those were going to bruise. Your brain melted into pleasure at the mere thought of being marked by her.
Youâd never needed anything with such intensity before. And you were ready, even if you werenât sure for what. She could do whatever she wanted to you, and youâd be thankful. âThis is going to be rough,â she whispered against your skin and you nodded frantically. Wanting it. Needing it.
After that, everything felt like a blur of bodies, pseudo-penis, and you were feeling better than you ever had. Your bodies dance to a tune never heard before while she fucked into you like her life depended on it. Yours surely did.
Between her âI didnât know humans could be so delightfulâ and âyour hole belongs to me, nowâ, you couldnât catch a breath. Her filthy words and even filthier movements in and out of your hole were like kryptonite to your fried nerves. You wanted it all. You needed it all. Your whole universe was focused on the point where she was fucking into you.
And when your orgasm approached, it was like a collision of galaxies creating an expansive wave that threw your own thoughts out of your brain. You screamed, or maybe you didnât. You moaned, or maybe you remained silent. Your body was not your own when the only thing you could feel was blinding pleasure while your body shook under hers. She continued fucking you through it, and by the time you came back into your senses, she was roaring over you, her head thrown back and her claws pinching your sides when she came undone on top of you.
She fell to the side not to crush you under her weight. A vague memory of what they said about gnolls filtered through your incoherent thoughts. They ate their sex partners. They finished with them and then they ate them. She was breathing hard next to you, but his fangs looked incredibly big in the low light of your living room. A spark of fear ignited inside of you, and she looked to the side, her eyes fixated on your face. She arched an eyebrow, a clear question left in the air between you.
After a beat of silence you couldnât hold yourself back. âIs that- They say-â You voice was breathless, trying to explain to her why your heartbeat was going crazy. âAre you going to eat me now?â You finally let out, too fucked out to be really scared, but the spark of fear still shimmering inside of you.
âIâm definitely hungry for some flesh,â she growled next to your ear, and you let out an undignified squeal when her rough paws found your hips and she lowered her face until she was close to your neck. She nibbled at the tendon there, sending mixed signals of fear and desire through your body. âIâm going to devour you,â she lets out in a low tone that is nothing but sexy.
In a movement so fast you barely caught it with your human eyes, she was between your legs, and his way too long tongue was pushing into your hole. The scream that left your mouth was so loud you were pretty sure your neighbors were going to call the police. But the heat of her tongue was so good inside of you that you didnât care if you ended up in prison for noise complaints. Fuck it.
