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♡ TW: toxic relationship, obsessiveness, possessiveness, denied break-up, abuse, manipulation, ish-kidnapping

♡ inspired by this by the lovely @eevwrites

♡ FEM reader

You’d wanted to be nicer about it. You’d planned it carefully, actually—even written down the words you were going to say in several drafts on your notes app. 

This was his fault—his fault that things were ending this way—his fault for making you do it now and not someplace else, someplace private where you could talk properly and do it right. Yes, this wasn’t what you wanted—this is what he’d made it be by forcing your hand—forcing your hand to throw a drink in his face in front of an entire crowd of drunk and dancing onlookers, as well as a handful of your mutual friends.

“Grow the fuck up!” you bark, taking on a hostile stance by placing your kitten heel down hard—glaring at him in all manners of vicious. “I’m not your property—and after this night, I’m not your girl either.”

No—it wasn’t how you wanted to end things—breaking up is something that should be done carefully—responsibly, and at the very least sensibly—not drunk or in the heat of a moment in some club a late Saturday night, but that’s how he’d made it happen. Always on you like a dog with a bone, a pest to your party—asking you to drink less, to wear more, to stop dancing like that, and to go home early with him. Fuck that, and fuck him. For the last time.

You glower at him for a moment—wanting to see your words solidify as they dawn on his shell-shocked face dripping with your drink. You watch long enough to catch his cheeks start to pool with bright, chagrinned pink—even in the dim club lights—before ripping your wrist out from his grip and stomping away from him, back into the crowd of sweaty, indiscriminate bodies all having fun to the beat of the drum and bass blasting over the speakers.

You might apologize for it tomorrow—tell him you hadn’t meant for it to come out like that, then break up properly as you’d intended with your well-written note at a Sunday cafe. But right now, you just want to dance. Hell, that’s what you’d come here to do—not to stand pretty between his arms and listen to him whine about all the people checking you out. Jeez—a fucking party pooper if there ever was one, and an insecure loser at that.

Your relationship ended mere moments ago, but you’re already feeling fantastic—ecstatic even—freed and light as a feather, like a big burdensome weight has just been dusted off your shoulders and given you a squeaky-clean break. In fact, with the way you’re feeling right now, not to mention the way you’re looking—hair right and makeup done up drop-dead gorgeous in your perfect little black dress hot as all hell—you might very well go home with someone else.

Is what you think in your alcohol-induced head—looking back at the guy who’s rubbing back into your grinding, thinking he’s quite a solid rebound. He even buys you another drink! Then two, then three, and ooh wee, guess who’s going home with a hot stranger!

The two of you stumble out of the club together—drunk and dumb and giggly, ready to order a cab to his place. It would be the first time in a very long time you’d have a one-night stand, but you have no mind to rethink it. On cloud nine, where you cling to the good-looker—as though you were scared he’d slip through your fingers if you let go for even a moment—as if you’d been denied a fun time for so long, you feared someone might come and take the thrill away.

“There you are,” a voice breaks your laughter, cracking the bright smile on your face. “Finally done?”

You go quiet, and so does the world around you—stopping dead in your tracks, you look up through your lashes as if ashamed to meet his gaze—knowing it would be harsh.

“And who are you supposed to be?” tonight’s unfortunate boytoy cocks his head.

Your boyfriend–no—your ex-boyfriend squares up, folding his arms upon his puffed chest, arms that look more threatening than you remember, then cocks his chin with an unamused face. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Pfft—no, you’re not,” you slur with a scoff, shaking your head, trying to sober up. “I broke up with you.”

Your ex doesn’t find it as funny, giving you a steely glare while raising a strict pointer at you. “Shut it. You’ve had your fun.”

He then grabs your upper arm hard, pulling you away from the stranger and close to his side—grip so tight his knuckles whiten against your flesh.

“Sorry about her,” he chuckles at the stranger with a stiff smile on his face. “She gets like this sometimes—y’know how girls are…” He looks down at you while he says the next thing, “Attention whores.”

And then he laughs again, looking back at your friend—who, at this point, is looking a little uncomfortable where he stands caught in the middle of the awkward exchange.

“I apologize if she got your hopes up, but she’s only doing this to rile me up and has absolutely zero intentions of going home with you—so you might as well just scram.”

He’s already backing away when you interject, “Hey—” 

But he just throws his hands up. “Sorry, you’re fine, but I’m not touching this.”

Your ex scoffs with a smirk. “Smart kid.”

And then the guy’s gone. Just like that. Slipped away—leaving you alone again with him. The one you can’t ever seem to escape.

“Tch—look at you,” he grumbles, looking you over, still with a mean grip of your upper arm. “ You’re a drunk mess. I’m taking you home.”

You plant your heels—or try to at least—as he starts dragging you along towards the lot where he’d parked his car. 

“Stop!” you say, wanting to pull your arm free but failing. “I told you already—I’m not your girlfriend—we’re done, so leave me alone.”

He doesn’t pay you any mind, maintaining a straight route to the car.

“Let go!” you whine, tightening your hand around the strap to your purse before slapping it across his back. “I said—”

“I thought I told you to shut your mouth,” he growls once the two of you reach the car. “I’ve had about enough of this attitude of yours.” 

Turning to face you, he instantly yanks your handbag out of your grip, all but confiscating it—his warped expression only a short inch away from yours, glaring at you with his teeth clenched.

“Now, if you know what’s best for you, you’re gonna sit your bratty ass down in the car and put your goddamn seatbelt on before I get even more pissed off than I already am—then maybe, just maybe, I’ll go a little easier on you once we get home.”

He pops the passenger’s door open before throwing you inside—keeping your purse to himself as he rounds the car and gets in the driver’s seat, along with your phone and credit card. Left no other options but to take your chances in the sketchy club district, all alone, in the middle of the night, with no good means of getting home…

You deliberate it, holding onto the door handle, ready to jump out—but ultimately, you sit pretty as he starts the car.

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Advent calendar: Day 9. Dinner with a show

A/N: Have you seen Monster Inc? The snow monster? Yeah. So… Hear me out.

Abominable x fem!reader || public sex, knotting, size kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, role-play, oral sex, squirting, dirty talk

Your partner for the night is an abominable, all tall and furry. You haven’t seen his dick yet, but you are more than ready to see it. You want him desperately, and the way he keeps looking your way as you walk around the bar and serve patrons, he’s not much better. He slaps your ass as you pass by him, making you let out a tiny scream followed by a cheerful laugh. You like him. He’s fun and flirty… Also big as a wall. Just the way you like your monsters.

It’s all planned, he’s supposed to grunt at you when you pass by and throw you over the next table, pushing up your long skirt and lowering your corset for everyone to see. You’ve come to love the dinner spectacle, especially being the center of attention as your pussy is pounded by the monster of the night and all the attendees stare at you. It’s exhilarating and fills all your monster fantasies, plus the exhibitionism ones.

But this one you are especially excited. You’ve never fucked an abominable, and there was something about him that was driving you insane with desire. So as soon as you feel him passing by you and hear the grunt he lets out, you pussy is dripping.

He bends you over the table, face pressed against the wood as the naga sitting in front of you lets out a strangled noise, spilling her drink all over herself as you try not to giggle. The abominable behind you is more than ready to play his part, though. Your skirt is being pushed up, and you expect to feel his dick against your entrance, as everyone else does, but it’s not that.

You feel his tongue.

A very big and wet tongue against your pussy that makes you scream as you writhe in pleasure over the table. Your hands grab the edge of the table for dear life as he starts fucking you with his way too long tongue, hitting your G-spot with the pointy tip and making you see stars. It doesn’t last much, but it’s enough to have you dripping with desire at the edge of what feels like an earth shattering orgasm.

He pulls back with a smack of his slips, like he’s savoring how you taste as he leans over your body and grabs you by the hair, carefully but securely. He pushes you up, at the same time he pushes his huge dick inside of you. Good luck you are more than used to monster sizes, because he feels like he’s going to rip you in two.

You can feel him at the back of your throat, and as he pushes your body up you can feel his dick going deeper. And deeper. And even deeper until you can barely breath as he kisses your neck and pulls your corset down, spilling your boobs as one of his hands pinches your nipples and makes you clench around him.

He roars at the sensation, and you feel powerful for a total of two seconds before he starts bouncing your body over his dick. His arm is holding you up by your middle, bouncing you on his dick, when his other hand grabs the skirt and pushes it up, exposing your dripping spread pussy to everyone to see. The attendees cheer and clap, some of them already jerking themselves, some of them looking expectantly as you are fucked within an inch of your life.

You’ve never felt like that before. You’ve fucked many, many monsters, but somewhat he feels better, bigger. He feels fucking fantastic inside of you as he keeps hitting every single pleasure point at once. His thrusts are controlled and hard, his sharp teeth against your ear when he starts talking, only for you to hear.

“I bet you look sinful, all spread and being fucked. They are loving it, they are loving seeing your lush human body being bounced on my giant dick. And you love it too, don’t you? Of course you do, you are a dirty, dirty woman. You love monster cock, you are dripping around my cock, I can feel how my balls are getting wet with your juices…” His words are making something inside of you shake. None of the others talked dirty to you, and you had suck a weak spot for that. Fuck. “Such a… Dirty. Little. Whore,” he punctuates each word with a thrust and your brain short-circuits.

You come around him without warning, your body sizing as he keeps holding you down for everyone to see, grabbing you by the legs and pushing them up, exposing you even more. Everyone cheer with your orgasm, some of the attendees coming at the same time as you do. Normally it would end there, but tonight…

Tonight you are going to be knotted for the first time.

“Are you ready, little whore? Are you ready to be knotted with my abominable dick?” You nod vehemently, bobbing your head so fast you almost get dizzy.

He chuckles, and you feel something even bigger than his dick pressing against your entrance. It feels massive, but you are so stretched and relaxed after your orgasm that it only takes him a couple more thrust to fit inside of you. It expands even bigger, locking against your G-spot as you feel the first shot of his come inside of you.

And something breaks.

You feel your body convulsing as you start squirting all over the place, splashing all the attendees in the table you are being fucked in front of, the naga from before screaming scandalized as someone laughs. The sounds of the crowd are deafening as you squirt all over the place, and he roars behind you, his come filling you to the brim, some of it slipping around his big knot and making a mess of his fur. You don’t care. You can’t care. The pleasure you are in is so big, so high, you feel like your body doesn’t belong to you anymore.

You hear the clapping sounds as everyone congratulates you loudly, you are half limp over his knot as he still comes one more time. His knot deflates and the crowd gets crazy when he pulls out and they see the amount of cum leaking out of you. You are so tired you can’t hold yourself up, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s covering you and holding you against his warm body, holding you close as he walks with you to the back room.

“Well… That went incredibly, if I say so myself,” he says with a chuckle, sitting on a big sofa with you sprawled across his chest.

“Wow…” It’s the only thing you can say as he laughs harder, the movement making some more of his cum to leak out of you, making you moan.

That draws his attention back to your used hole. “I think your pussy is my new favorite place,” he whispers against your ear as he pushes his come back inside with his finger. You moan again, and he chuckles. “I will give you a break, but just know I’ll be fucking you dumb again... Soon.”

With his promise, you fall asleep on top of him.

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Advent calendar: Day 18. Holiday knot

Yeti x fem!reader || semi-public sex, oral sex, knotting

You had a great idea for your anniversary. Since you married your yeti husband, you’d been trying to get him to chase you through the woods, but seeing as it was mid December and the temperatures would probably kill you if you ran naked… You decided to make it special in other ways.

You wore a nice coat, the longest one you had, with extra padding on the inside so you’d be warm no matter what. And under it you wore… almost nothing. You bought the naughty lingerie so long ago you almost forgot you had it, but at the last second you put it on and walked to his office as a normal day. You had dinner with him once a week, always on Wednesdays, and he was always waiting for you.

But this time around you had a bit of a surprise.

You opened the door to his office and closed behind you, making sure the blindfolds were down and the secretary left for her lunch. He was on a call you weren’t too interested in, you could only focus on the feel of the coat against your naked skin and the way your heart was trying to escape from your chest.

Even from afar he was magnificent, giant and furry and so incredibly beautiful in his monster features that you were dripping wet even before he even breathed in your direction. You’d never felt so strongly about any human, but as soon as you met him… you were done for good. Forget human tiny dicks, who wanted that when you could have giant ridged dicks that knotted you until you were dripping cum for hours after?

You were a bit nervous, you knew he’d love your surprise, but you were way past your honeymoon phase and maybe office sex wasn’t on his kink-list… Maybe.

“Well, hello there, wife,” he greeted you in his most cheerful rough voice, making you shiver.

It was now or never.

You slipped the upper part of your coat down your shoulders, exposing the red lingerie framing your tits in the most amazing way. He choked on a breath, and that encouraged you. You let the coat fall to the floor, pooling at your feet as you blinked slowly at him. And you realized the exact moment when he saw the mistletoe adorning your panties.

In a flash, literally the time it took for you to blink, he had jumped over the table and was crowding you, his giant sized body pulling you up and against the door. You shivered in anticipation, his rough breathing matching your accelerated heartbeat.

He bit down on your neck playfully. “You smell like cookies, wife…” He rumbled against your ear. That meant you were excited, that you were aroused, he loved the smell of cookies as much as he loved the smell of your horniness. “You came here wanting to be ravished by a monster?” He teased, his voice amused but his dick very hard under your barely covered ass.

Your nerves got the best of you when you answered: “Really? If you… If you want to...”

He pulled back a fraction, his big white inhuman eyes looking straight into yours, almost shocked when he deadpanned: “Do I want to fuck my wife in my desk? Yes. What kind of question is that?”

“I- I didn’t know if you’d be up for it,” you confessed, feeling shy all of sudden.

“Wife, I’ve wanted to fuck you over that desk since the first time you came to have lunch with me. And you are making my fantasies come true right now, you are the bestest of wives,” he said between soft kisses around your face, making you giggle with his sudden affection.

But it wasn’t all that soft, his dick was pressing insistently against your ass and you wriggled your bottom until he was whimpering, his strong arms holding you up as he walked to the desk and sat you there. He kissed you softly on the lips, and then sat down on his chair, legs open and erection very clear in his slacks. Fuck, he looked good enough to eat with his fur peaking through the buttons of his shirt, sleeves rolled up…

But he was only staring at you, not doing anything. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” You asked, a bit confused at the situation.

“Oh, yes… I’m definitely going to. But first: lunch.” That was all he said before his face was buried in your pussy as he pushed the panties to the side, not even taking them off.

He devoured your center with desperation, with a hunger so primal and deep that you didn’t know if you would survive. It was the best oral sex ever, and he had just started. He kept grunting and moaning against your sex, his furry face getting messy with your juices as he enjoyed himself. You could only hold onto his hair and pull every time he tried to get a breath in between licks. You didn’t care if he breathed or not, you only needed him against your pussy, his fingers playing dexterously with your clit.

“I’m- I’m gonna…!” You tried to warn, but you were too slow.

The orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave as your body convulsed over the desk, his hands holding you down as you knocked a few things off the table. He only chuckled against your pussy, probably not caring you were destroying some important documents.

He pulled back, whipping your juices away from his chin and licking his fingers clean. That movement was so hot that you whimpered as he smirked at you. He knew what he was doing.

“Now the main course,” he said, ripping the panties off and pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. You groaned whorishly and he smirked again, his fangs so big you couldn’t suppress a shiver.

You thought he would push inside in one go, but he chose a tortuous pace, his dick breaching you so slowly and thoroughly that you could feel him everywhere at once. His hands were on your boobs, on your ass, on your clit… And his dick kept going deeper and deeper. Your brain was barely functioning at that point, not caring about the noise of the possibility of someone finding you. You could only focus on the way he felt against you.

But once he bottomed out, there was no place for soft sex anymore. He started a rough pace, fucking in and out of you with the desperation of a husband in his anniversary. With the desperation of a yeti who found his mate in the middle of a big city. With the hunger of a monster in need of his bride. And you ate it up, matching his noises and groans, moving against his body until you were both sweaty and your lingerie was probably beyond repair.

But you didn’t fucking care.

It felt so good. It felt too good.

“I’m going to knot you,” he warned.

“But we- Someone could...” you tried to argue without much strength. You wanted it. You wanted it more than anything. You needed it like you needed breathing.

“Let them,” he grunted. The rough tone and the way his dick hit your G-spot just right at the same time his thumb rubbed your clit was enough to send you over the edge once again. “Fuck, so tight, so good…”

He kept chanting how good your pussy was when you felt the erratic thrusts and the beginning of his knot at your entrance. He pushed one last time before it fully developed inside of you, locking you two together as he came over and over inside your welcoming heat.

His body was holding you down as you breathed calmly, his dick still twitching inside of you as he kept coming and coming. You knew this would take a while, and you were more than content to just wait it out. It felt great to have him inside, almost like cockwarming but… bigger. Maybe you should try cockwarming next.

“Stop thinking so hard,” he complained against your neck, landing a few soft kisses and scratching you with his fangs, making you shiver.

By the time his knot went down, you felt almost coherent again, but when you got up and felt the first gush of cum out of you, you were already thinking if he could fuck you again soon. You were about to tease him to get a rise out of him when he beat you to it.

“Are you going to walk back home with my cum leaking down your tights?” He asked as you put your coat back on, hiding your body from him. There was an edge to his voice that you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m going to the car and then I’ll drive home,” you explained, a smirk on your lips when you realized what he wanted. “Do you want me to plug myself and wait until you get home?” You asked back, a blush covering your cheeks as his eyes turned big, his dick filling inside his slacks once more.

“Fuck. Yes,” he groaned. “I’d be there as soon as possible, I just have one meeting.”

“Don’t be late or I’ll start without you, I bought a new toy…” You commented before closing the door, laughing when you heard the curse behind you.

You didn’t get to the elevator before his big body was hoisting you up between giggles and walking to the stairs with you over his shoulder. “Forget the meeting, forget the elevator, I need you in our bed ASAP,” he roared as you laughed.

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Monster Husband’s Favorite Sex Toy

Minotaur husband loves nipple clamps that are connected by a chain. He loves the sound of the chain when he bounces you up and down on his cock. He also loves to give it the occasional tug, cock throbbing at the whimper that leaves your lips.

Ghost husband who loves a spreader bar. The bar keeps your legs open for him so he can tease and overstimulate your cunt for as long as he wants. He loves watching you struggle to close your thighs as he makes you cum over and over again.

Werewolf husband who loves knotted dildos. He originally got one to start trying to work open your ass so he could eventually knot you there. He knows he’s massive, and it will take some time to finally get there. He slowly works you open on different knotted dildos over a few weeks, increasing the size every few days, so your ass can adjust without too much discomfort. He becomes obsessed with watching your ass take knot after knot. But his love for the dildos is indeed finalized the first time he knots your pussy while you have the knotted dildo in your ass. The raw euphoria for both of you is just pure heaven.

Dragon husband whose prized treasure (besides you) is the solid gold butt plug that has a large ruby embedded in the base. He loves looking down as he works you open on his cock and seeing the ruby glistening between your cheeks.

Orc husband loves the sex swing he installed in your bedroom. His cock constantly throbs at the sight of your naked body suspended in the air, wet and ready for his cock. He loves how easily he can work you back and forth on his massive cock, listening to you scream his name as you squirt around him.

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Advent calendar: Day 16. Thermostat

Winter demon x fem!reader || temperature play (kinda), (very light) exhibitionism, (very light) voyeurism, breeding

“It’s so fucking cold,” you complain to nobody as you walk into your apartment, your mood already sour.

You thought living with a demon would be all good, until winter rolled around and your roommate decided heating was overrated and he spent years in hell burning down. So now he wants to keep the apartment at freezing temperatures all year long. You don’t complain (too much) when you have to wear a jacket in summer, but arriving home after a long day working to find your place almost freezing is not good for anybody.

So it’s not your fault that you can’t keep your anger to yourself and you have to walk to his room and knock so hard you hurt your fingers a bit. But you barely register it, you don’t even register the flesh on flesh sound or the way he doesn’t answer the door. You are so angry you open the door without thinking about it.

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck. That’s his dick!, your brain eloquently supplies as you stare at your demon roommate with your mouth hanging open.

To your surprise (and his) he’s jerking off when you enter without waiting for a response. Maybe later you’d feel bad about it, but right now you can’t look away. He doesn’t say anything, and you don’t either. He’s staring into your flushed face as his hand keeps moving over his midnight blue dick.

Why is his dick so blue? And why do you want to suck him off so badly? Your mouth is already salivating as you look at his blue-ish hand, moving up and down his shaft without a care in the world. His body is magnificent, all tall and lanky, his horns almost gracing the headboard as he keeps jerking off. He lets out a pained sound, like a tiny whine, and your pussy quivers. Fuck, that’s so hot.

You don’t know what to say but when you open your mouth to speak, what comes out is: “Can I help?” You cover your mouth instantly, surprised by your own bluntness. But good goddess do you want to touch his dick…

“Are you asking if you can join?” He asks back, not blinking and not stopping his movements. His eyes travel down your body, and you have to suppress a shiver. The intensity there leaving you breathless for a second.

“Yes,” you surprise both of you saying. You admitted a long time ago that you had a bit more than a crush on your demon roommate. And now you are more than ready to act on it.

“Come here, sunflower,” he orders. His pet name for you always made your insides twist, but hearing him say it with that tone… it almost melts your panties right off. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something forever,” he mumbles under his breath, so low you almost didn’t catch it.

He stops his movements and you lament it for a total of three seconds before you are walking to his bed and he’s grabbing you by the waist, hoisting your body until you are laying down under him. He tears your clothes off, making you moan at the desperation and rawness of his actions, his eyes look frantic and his claws cut through your winter clothes like they are nothing. That’s so hot, you think.

You are face to face, chest to chest, when your brain finally returns and you can complain again. “You are so cold,” you whimper as his hands caress your side, sending goosebumps down your back.

“Want to know what part of me isn’t cold?” He teases as you feel the nudge of his dick against your entrance. You are more than ready to take him. He looked so big against his hand but good goddess if you aren’t dripping wet already.

You moan, nodding fervently as you stare into his deep black eyes. You grab into his horns and he groans, his tip breaching your needy opening as both of you sigh in pleasure. He feels so cold against your front but his dick is like molten lava inside of you, the mix of temperatures short-circuiting your brain.

“Wai- wait!” You ask. He pauses immediately, not a single breath coming out of him as he holds himself up without moving at all. You swoon internally. “Condoms?” You ask, a bit shy all of sudden.

He smirks down at you, sliding a bit more of himself inside of you, making you groan. “You don’t want to be bred by a demon, sunflower?” Oh gods, you want that more than anything. “Don’t worry, my lively sunflower, I can only get pregnant if I want to,” he explains. That doesn’t make you worry less, but the idea that he might want to breed you so completely is making your pussy twitch around him, making him whimper as he pushes forward a bit more. You groan, and he smiles down at you, lowering his head to kiss your lips sweetly. “I won’t get you pregnant… yet,” with that promise he kisses your forehead, making you flush redder than a tomato.

You shiver and then let out a cry of pleasure when he thrusts forward until his dick is so deep inside you can feel it in the back of your throat. You scream his name and he chuckles. He waits for a few seconds, giving you time to adjust to his huge dick, and when you dig your heels in the back of his legs and urge him to move, he complies without having to ask twice.

He starts a punishing pace, fucking in and out of you with desperation. You match his thrusts, pushing yourself down when he pushes up, creating the most amazing friction against your clit as he fucks you like the demon he is. You grab onto his horns again, dragging him down to capture his lips between yours. The kiss is more teeth and fangs that lips, your fucking too fast and harsh to be able to kiss properly. But it’s perfect either way.

You start chanting his name, his thrusts becoming erratic as your pleasure gets higher and higher. Your brain is barely functioning anymore, the only thing you can think about is his dick inside of you, the horns in your hands and the way his breathing sends cold shivers against your skin. It’s everything you didn’t know you needed and a bit more. He is.

He whispers sweet nothings against your ear as he keeps pushing you like a soul running from the devil, and it’s so good you can’t hold back… “I’m going- I’m going to come,” you tell him, biting down on his neck and making him cry out your name.

And that’s all it takes.

You shout to the skies and you are coming around him, your pussy twitching around his shaft as he fucks you with erratic thrusts. He’s close, you can feel it, and it only drives you further into pleasure. And when you are coming down, and his dick is hitting your G-spot perfectly, you feel the first shot of his cum against your cervix. It drives you over the edge once again, the constant push of his come inside of you so hot you can barely think. He fills you so completely you just know you are going to be leaking for hours. And that only makes it better. Who knew you had a breeding kink… You always discover things about yourself in the worst possible moments. Like when your demon roommate is fucking his cum back into your welcoming pussy.

“So… When are you moving into my room?” He asks without blinking, his dick twitching inside of you, releasing another shot of warm cum.

A spark of bratiness ignites inside of you, making you chuckle when you say: “When you lower the thermostat.”

He pouts, the gesture looking ridiculous in a monster so big, but makes you want to kiss him senseless. So you do. “Ugh, okay… I will live in the heat,” his fake complains lose all the harshness when you see the big smile curving his lips, his fangs showing, as he starts moving his hips once again, his dick only half-mast but enough to send you reeling again…

It’s going to be a looooooooooong night. And you wouldn’t have it another way.

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🎄NSFW 🎄

warning: oviposition, gangbang, fluff+smut

Your first Christmas with the bee hybrids was… certainly an experience.

You’ve only been queen for a year. Your own little ones are barely toddlers learning to walk and fly, but the babies from the previous queen have grown attached and see you as their mama too.

“Mama, what’s Christmas?”

Oh, the dreaded question. The hive had been teaching the little ones human traditions and simple biological facts to make sure they grew up knowing how to properly take care of their queen.

“Oh… it’s a holiday where the family gathers around, exchanged presents, and then we eat a nice dinner.”

One of your own toddles over, teething on one of your fingers as you speak. “Sometimes during the season, people go caroling or look at Christmas lights. There’s a lot of baking as well.”

They all let out a collective “ooo”.

This was the beginning of the end.

The second Halloween was over, the baby bees were buzzing around, begging their mama for some Christmas fun. It wasn’t fair that the humans got to celebrate such cool traditions while they “wasted away” in their cribs.

“Mama, I wanna make cookies!”

“A-and I want to see Santa!”

“Mama, are we elves?”

Overwhelmed by all of their requests and… odd questions, you quickly roped in the adults in your hive to help you make Christmas possible for your baby bees.

Surprisingly, the hardest part was your subjects trying to comprehend why the little ones should receive a gift from an outsider of the hive.

“This Santa creature… is he safe? What does he want in return for gifts of this amount? I’m not sure we have enough honey to satisfy such a beast.”

That’s when you had to break it to the adults of your hive that Santa was in fact not real, and that all of the presents would come from them.

A few of your attendants whined, burying their faces in your neck and tummy, rubbing their fluff against you. “My queen, he’s not real? We won’t get presents?”

“Oh dear…”

It took the entire month of November to simply gather all of the supplies together, and you wondered if it would be possible to give your babies the Christmas they wanted.

First up on the list was Christmas caroling. They refused to do it in the hive, babbling on about spreading Christmas cheer.

So you hid their antennas under hats, bundled them up nice and warm, and escorted them down a relatively safe human street. The bee hybrids guarded the little ones, buzzing threateningly at anyone that got to close as they sang their little songs.

You watched out of the corner of your eyes as one of them fell face first into a snow bank, their little legs wiggling while being pulled out by one of the guards.

It was difficult not to laugh.

After their caroling, they wanted to play in the snow for a while. You let them play until they were running to you and crying, their little noses runny and their hands cold.

“Alright, let’s go home.”

Through December, you helped them do fun crafts and write their letters to Santa. There was a certain magic in the air, everyone was excited for the big night.

And then it came. Christmas Eve was filled with activities, the first being a special breakfast.

The next activity was baking cookies for Santa. Since you had so many little ones, multiple ovens had to be used just to make enough cookies for them to decorate.

Of course they all ate most of them, unable to resist the sugary treats, but you were able to save a plate full for Santa.

They all gathered around the giant tree the bee hybrids brought into the hive, all giggling and decorating it as others snacked on the Christmas cookies. Seeing your cute little fuzz balls so happy made your heart soar.

The last activity before bed was to watch a Christmas movie, and they all wanted to be snuggled up with you while they waited for Santa.

They all wore little matching pajamas, their wings buzzing and antennas twitching as they curled up with their mama.

“Mama… Christmas is the best…” one of your babies cooed as another nursed. They were still so little, you hoped you’d have many more Christmas memories like this in the future.

Carefully, you untangled yourself from the pile of sleeping baby bees and made you way to the adult Christmas party.

When you opened the door, all eyes were on you. Some were drunk from overripe fruit while others were feasting on sweets and playing games while waiting for you to arrive.

And every single one of them was hard.

“My queen~!”

You were approached by your attendants, who all rubbed around you, desperate for your attention after you had been busy with the babies all day. “We missed you… everyone’s been waiting for our Christmas present!”

All of the bee hybrids cooed and hummed, buzzing with excitement. In exchange for them working so hard to give the babies a nice Christmas, you promised to give them a special treat.

Your body.

Instantly you were surrounded, being caressed and sniffed, your clothes easily coming off. Your hive had been working nonstop all month to make you and the babies happy, which meant you hadn’t been mated with much.

And embarrassingly enough, you craved this as much as they did.

You cried out in ecstasy as one of the bees latched onto your clit, sucking softly as your cunt was being fucked by another. Both of your nipples were being attacked, and your mouth was stuffed with a fat cock.

“Is this okay, my queen?”

“Ahh, my queen, you’re so tight…”

It was a night full of many orgasms, your tummy heavy and full of eggs by morning.

Each bee hybrid got their turn inside of your cunt, and admittedly it was arousing to watch them jerk off to the image of you being fucked by the others, some even sucking and fucking each other because they were too impatient.

But they ended up completely satisfied, lapping softly at your cunt, licking up some of the cum and gently pushing eggs back into your pussy.

You were so, so full and kept cumming around the eggs that it was hard to keep them inside… but your attendants swooped in to take care of the aftercare and make sure you would be ready for the morning.

You yawned, resting against a fluffy bee hybrid as your little ones opened their presents in the morning. They were all so happy, giggling and carrying around their toys to show to their mama.

It was a great first Christmas with the bee hybrids, and each one of them was looking forward to next year!

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Thinking about big lumberjack orc coming home and devouring your pussy. They've got a vice-like grip on your thighs forcing your legs to stay open as they make out with your cunt and cum drips down their chin staining the neck of their flannel. Then of course when you're fucked too dumb to think or move they light a nice fire for you with the firewood they just cut down.

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warning: aphrodisiac venom

Sorry just keep thinking about nagas during the winter.

Maybe you’re shoveling snow when you notice a poor naga curled up on a rock, struggling to warm himself. You help him into your home and attempt to get his body heat up by placing him by the fire…

But he’s still so cold!

You don’t know what to do, but you’re pulled down into a hug with him, his lower body wrapping around you and his face burying itself into his neck.

“Warm..”

He wraps his body around you, and the only way you can get him to uncoil is by convincing him that you’ll both die in the snow.

“Come on, you can come inside. If we stay out here my body heat won’t be enough to keep us warm for long.”

So he joins you inside, wrapping around you again the second you close the door. Perhaps letting a creature that could strangle you and swallow you while wasn’t a good idea, but what other choice did you have?

He was a possessive thing, keeping his face buried in your neck and long body curled around you at all times. Recently he even started rutting against you, his two fat cocks peeking out of the slit in snake body.

“Inside… gotta be inside, okay?”

You whined as he easily slid your pants down, one of his cocks fucking your thighs while the other rubbed against your cunt.

He bit at your neck, aphrodisiac coursing through his fangs and into your bloodstream, making you go limp and your brain fog up.

The only thing on your mind now was getting off, and he was happy to oblige.

Being inside of you during winter was like Heaven. Feeling your warm, fat cunt tighten around one of his cocks caused the other to twitch against your thigh. Soon you’d be wet enough to fit both…

He pushed the head of his second cock against you, giving you another dose of the aphrodisiac. Your body felt like it was on fire, and he was quite enjoying the heat that radiated from your skin.

“That’s it, I know, you want more… I’ll give it to you, pet. Just be patient…”

Once you were wet and loose enough, he slowly slid his second cock into you, letting out a grunt as you stretched around him.

And then… he started purring. He felt so content, your body keeping him warm as he fucked in and out of you.

It was then he realized that you wouldn’t just be an object to keep him warm for the winter.

You would be his mate.

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