#orc x reader headcanons

[ameliathornromance]

Travelling Orc, who prefers to walk alone. He is a nomad with no name and no company. Who needs other people, anyway? They only hurt and lie.

Travelling Orc, who knew he shouldn’t have helped you out of that cell. He was solely responsible for his carelessness. He shouldn’t have got caught by that wizard.

Travelling Orc, who’s own damn bleeding heart couldn’t leave you there to suffer.

Travelling Orc, who lets you come along with him when you tell him you have nowhere else to go.

Travelling Orc, who gets used to your company and learnt that you have your own set of useful skills - spells, potion making and astrology.

Travelling Orc, who doesn’t understand why he gets annoyed when others speak to you in Taverns. He punched a halfling once for daring to offer to pay for your drink.

Travelling Orc, who grumbles in (fake) annoyance when you fret over injuries from trying to get a bounty. He won, don’t worry. But that’s not what you care about. He knows that.

Travelling Orc, who almost murdered a royal company. Upon realising that they chased you down on horseback after using magic to heal a wounded rabbit.

Travelling Orc, who had no choice but to tell you how he felt when he believed he was on his deathbed. Bleeding from his wounds he sustained from the battle with the company.

And who was happier than ever, when he awoke in your arms.

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₅˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, orc/royalty!human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, spit kink, sloppy kisses, size difference, somnophilia, slight voyeurism, orcish, reader loses all forms of etiquette and just babbles-- stupidly, belly bulge. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.

꒰m!orc ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 𝐹or as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.

Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.

The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked you—drawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.

Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day prior—a day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.

The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."

You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.

 Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.

Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"

The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."

The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."

 Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"

"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."

The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning to— Nay, I shall not proceed."

As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"

"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace.  The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.

The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller. 

  Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.

After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.

—

Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.

"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.

Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.

   Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.

Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.

Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.

Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.

"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."

You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."

The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."

You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard,  he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.

He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty." 

  You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.

The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."

You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared,  causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.

After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."

You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating,  and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.

Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm.  Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.

As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience. 

  You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.

With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly. 

  "Might I inquire about your name?"  Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."

Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes. 

  A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.

His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.

You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.

"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "

 You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.

The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace.  

  Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.

After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.

 Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips. 

  Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.

 Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.

With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )

His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.

With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies.  Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.

He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.

Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "

Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.

  With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.

A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. “I—uhn~ w-wait p-please, Lor…” You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )

 Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. “N-no, why’d you stop!” 

 With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. “M-more. Give me more.” You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby ) "Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?" 

  Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face.  Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix. 

Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.

" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans. 

   He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs. 

"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"

With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls.  A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."

With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. “That's a good fuckin’ girl.”

The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.

You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"

 Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.

You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.

He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)

Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.

He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick. 

  Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.

He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.

The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.

Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole

" Dismissed. "

The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.

"Loran, please."

The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.

 A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. s’too.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue. 

Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.

Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...

connected with this post!

[michaela-o]

Random things i think Cybertronians would find adorable about humans~♡ Pt. 2

1. Us getting scared by small things

Humans jumping or screaming at a bug, sudden noise, or a scare prank would probably seem hilarious to the bots, who would be 100% amused by how easily humans can be startled. I bet MANY bots would take advantage of this when there would be a lil human on the lost light. Bots like Whirl, Trailbreaker sometimes Swerve that would like to scare the human despite them telling him not to.

Ya all know the vine video? With guy that goes: "Aaah stoop im gonna drop my criossant."

Yes that XDD

2. Us getting lost even with maps or GPS

I personally have terrible sense of direction and orientation (*p_q*) And some bots catching humans struggle with directions, even with GPS, would be both puzzling and funny to them. They always wonder how humans get lost so easily. But come on give the lialison a break the lost light is fucken HUGE.

3. Getting “hangry”

I mostly get tired when i'm hungry but when im also irritated i become hangry. I think bots would find humans getting irritable when they’re hungry both funny and perplexing to them who might see it as an amusing “malfunction” due to our a basic need.

4. Human body “glitches”

Hiccups, sneezes or random muscle twitches and similar reflexes would be entertaining to the bots, who’d find these involuntary responses both weird and amusingly unpredictable especially when we tell them that we can't control them. Get ready to be friendly bullied for this by some of the bots.

Human sitting over on Swerve's bar counter: *sneezes*

Whirl: What the frag was that sound? A sparkling's war cry?

Human: ( ｡ớ︿ờ)

5. Collecting random souvenirs

Humans collecting small souvenirs, like seashells, keychains, or mugs from places they visit, would be amusing to Cybertronians, who might see it as an odd way of marking memories. Since from what i was reading in comics i didn't see any bots do this and i think they would find this pretty adorable. Almost like we materialize memories.

We are all like crows :3

6. Huddling for warmth

When humans instinctively huddle together or bundle up in thick layers when we're cold. Bots would simply find it cute amd definitively have to fight the yrge to just- squish-

Our need to find warmth and the cozy solutions we come up with would seem quaint and endearing (*´˘`*)

7. Gathering in groups for safety

The way we instinctively form groups, especially in unfamiliar or intimidating and scary situations would be both cute and a bit amusing to bots who might see it as humans’ way of finding strength in numbers despite their physical smallness. But we find great comfort in it ( *^艸^*)

8. Soothing or hugging each other in stress

When we instinctively comfort each other with hugs or reassuring words would be adorably puzzling to the bots, who’d find it endearing that humans can find peace in such small, gentle gestures. I bet a bot that is visibly sad would be pretty surprised when the human lialison comes up to them and just hug their servo and ask if they want to talk about it. It personally makes me happy when i can comfort and help someone in need ( ｡ớ ᴗờ)

9. Making eye contact to connect

Humans instinctively make eye contact to establish trust or share feelings, which many bots would find very intimate, sincere and honest because it shows how deep the personal nature of human connection can go ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ )

(bots getting lost in human's eyes is one of my guilty pleasures)

10. Fighting for what’s important

We humans naturally stand up for our values, friends, and families, often driven by an instinct to protect or defend what we love. I think bots would find this fierce loyalty and bravery adorably noble for such a small species such as us. I even think that many would take us for an example in this (｡>ㅅ<｡)

11. Helping others instinctively

Cybertronians would likely find this endearing that humans instinctively help each other out—whether holding open a door, picking up dropped items, or offering support without being asked. This is the very nature that makes us human (*´▽`*)

12. Blushing when embarrassed or flustered

The way our cheeks turn pink or red when we're shy, embarrassed, or flustered would be extremely cute to the bots, who’d see it as a “giveaway” that adds to our vulnerability and the fact that we just can't hide our emotions makes us very emotionaly transparent is just straight up adorable.

13. The way the human brain is so simple

I personaly am very simple human being and i find many stupid and simple things funny and laugh at them. I think because of this many bots would find us very innocent and adorable

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AAAAARRRGH there's so many other things i wanna write but i decided to make part two of this bc i enjoy writing this stuff. Dis a good soup :33

(i might add a small masterlist to my pinned post :3)

[monstersholygrail]

I know that dominating and intimidating monsters with a nice little sarcastic streak are hot and all, we love them and wanna fuck them, but can I also get some nerd monsters?

Like I just want a little nerd. I also want monsters who are just total dorks over their special interests and they share that with you in their own excitable ways.

Minotaur bf who’s a total dork over puzzles and games. You’ll come out into the living room at midnight, seeing the bed was empty, and you’ll find him sitting under the singular light of the dining table. Totally hunched over his almost finished puzzle that he started earlier that day. Then during game nights he’s an absolute best. You swear he’s the most competitive monster you’ve ever met. Winning round after round, chasing that high until he finally snaps and throws the board game off the table and you on it so he can celebrate his victory properly.

Orc bf who’s a fanatic about collecting weapons. He has all sorts of antique guns and swords. Many that you don’t even remember the name of and yet you can recite its entire history bc your bf will drone on and on about it. Whenever he gets a new weapon he gives you an entire tour of his collection room, showing you how he’s moved everything around to highlight his new weapon. You can’t help but find him painstakingly hot as he handles it and you make your interest known to him. His eyes darken, catching onto your meaning and suddenly you’ve replaced the weapon on the platform but he quickly returns it to its place as he fucks you with the handle, rambling about its many uses.

Dragon bf who’s hyperfixated on the quality of jewels and gold. He’s studied the art of jewelry making and blacksmithing. He can tell you the grade of a diamond just by glance, not even needing equipment to check. He loves to combine his two favorite things the most. You and the rest of his treasures. Adorning you with only his finest jewels and nothing else. Liking most how they barely cover anything up yet make your body shine like the angel you are. He almost can’t help himself as he throws you down onto his hoard and ruts into you, watching the jewels sway and bounce on your delectable body.

Werewolf bf who’s a complete gym bro and knows everything there is to know about fitness. He knows the perfect forms to every exercise you could think of, he’s memorized all the benefits to each individual piece of equipment, and he can tell you how best to maximize your time in the gym. Not that he ever would, respecting your level of interest or disinterest in the gym. He knows it’s more his thing and he’s happy you simply coming along with him to use the sauna for members only… and their guests. He loves the burn and the freedom of the run as he works out and releases that energy. But what he loves more is coming into the empty sauna after he’s done and making you both work up a real sweat as he takes you on the bench, the wet squelch of your joining bodies echoing off the walls.

[davinawritings]

Orc Boyfriend NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Orc x Fem Reader

Warning: Many NSFW Topics

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Orc boyfriend prefers to pull you in his arms and partially over his broad chest after you have sex. He likes the feeling of having you close, his thick arm draped across your body and pulling you closer. He loves to leave your pussy dripping with his cum all night, so clean-up is pretty minimal.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

His favorite part of you is your thighs. He loves squeezing them and using them to lift you up and down on his cock. He loves giving them little sacks and watching the flesh jiggle. He especially loves when he’s fucking you, and you wrap them around his hips, trying to keep him as close as possible.

His favorite part of himself is his arms. He loves how strong he is and how much you love his arms. You are always clinging to his biceps if he is within touching distance, and your nails dig into the flesh of his arms as you clench on his cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Orc boyfriend cums a lot. He loves cumming inside you, whether it be in your pussy, mouth, or ass. He will definitely use his fingers to fuck his cum back inside you until you cum one more time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He is a possessive male who loves showing others what’s his. He secretly loves fucking you places he knows other orcs will walk by and see. He loves the idea of being caught but also that they will see him claiming you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

He is experienced. He knows exactly how to make your eyes roll back and fully uses that to his advantage.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

He loves it when you are on his lap. He likes to wrap his big hands around your thighs and guide you up and down on his cock until the only thing leaving your lips are his name and moans. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.):

Orc's boyfriend is in between. He loves teasing you, saying things like, “Aww is my love struggling to take my cock. Come on, you know you can do it. You’ve taken my cock a hundred times before,” or “Why are you pushing me away when you were just begging to cum. Don’t say it’s too much now, you were just crying to cum less than a minute ago”. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

The carpets match the drapes, but there is not a whole lot of grooming going on. He keeps it pretty natural.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect):

It honestly depends on what is going on at the moment. He can be romantic and take his time showering you in his love when you crave it, but most of the time, he prefers more fun and wild sex with you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He has to jerk off when he is away from home. He is a warrior at heart, so he sometimes has to spend months away from you. He usually finds a secluded place to wrap his hand around his cock, stroking firmly as he imagines you on your knees before him, eagerly awaiting his cum on your tongue.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Overstimulation: He loves to make you whine as he makes you cum repeatedly.

Size kink: This man is massive, so whether you are short, average, or tall for a human, he towers over you, and he loves it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He is happy anytime he gets to fuck you, but he gets off on the idea of getting caught, so anyplace where another orc or even human may walk by, he loves. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Practically everything you do turns him on, but some examples are:

Riding a horse because seeing you bounce up and down gives him very dirty thoughts.

Bending over with your ass facing him, the male practically takes it as an invitation every time.

Seeing you hold a weapon, even if it is just you moving one of his while dusting some shelves.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs):

Share you with another. He likes when other orcs see him fucking you, so they know you are his, but he would never let it go further than that. You are his and his alone.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

He loves eating you out, but there’s something that drives him crazy about when your mouth is wrapped around his cock. Seeing this small human attempt to take his massive cock just gets him so turned on. He watches you struggle to take only the head and groans as you stroke the rest of him with your hands. He loves cumming in your mouth because just the first few spurts alone are enough to fill your mouth thoroughly, watching you struggle to swallow fast enough not to waste any.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

He is a big fan of hard and fast sex. You always joke that he basically bullies your pussy, but with how much he makes you cum and squirt on his cock, you cannot deny how much you love it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He is a big fan of quickies. Any time he has his cock in you, he is a happy male. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.):

He isn’t a big risk taker other than voyeurism and maybe testing the limits of your pussy with the size of his cock. If you mention you want to try something, though, he will be open to trying just about anything for you,

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?):

He can go a max of two rounds without needing a real break, but he lasts a long time, so those two rounds will tire you out completely.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He doesn’t really use a lot of toys. He prefers using his cock, fingers, and tongue on you. However, he enjoys tying you up with rope occasionally, so he has you entirely at his mercy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He likes to tease you verbally quite a lot. He loves seeing you cum, so he much prefers overstimulation and teasing you about that as opposed to something like edging.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

He is LOUD. Between praising and teasing you, he is a talker. Combines with the loud groans and grunts as he fucks into you… Let’s say no other orcs want their home close to yours.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

Orc boyfriend likes to pretend he is completely in charge, but truthfully, you both know that you have him wrapped around your finger and willing to do anything you say. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Massive cock. The shaft is long and very thick. Your fingers don’t come close to touching when your hand is wrapped around him. Overall, he is about nine inches long. The shaft is a dark green. His cockhead is a deep pink, almost red when he’s hard. His cock is pretty smooth though he does have two very pronounced veins that run the length of his cock. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

It’s pretty high. Everything about you turns him on, so he is almost always ready to go and wants you. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward):

He is very quick to fall asleep. Once his balls are emptied, he is ready to pull you into bed and sleep for hours.

[witchthewriter]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: this includes ... all types not just one. So it's a bit of a 'preference.' (That's what we called it in the olden days ...)

I would love some feedback; if you want me to continue, or if you want me to add a specific monster or you have a certain scenario in mind!

Also this is 18+, not explicitely explicit but ... we acting like grown ups.

art credit: atnomen_comic

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: You had no idea this could happen. Especially since your world didn't seem all that magical. But somehow there was another world, just beyond your fingertips. And finally you're able to see past the veil and into the true world.

𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・He’s spent centuries alone, convinced that true love is not an immortal experience. Itt's only a mortal invention...

・So he decided if love was no longer available for him, then he would ... have as much sex as possible. Have as many lovers as he possibly could, even have a few fleeting companions.

・But none have ever made his dead heart stir—until he met you.

・The moment he saw you, something shifted. A sensation he hadn't felt ...since he was human. His cold, lifeless existence suddenly felt warm.

・It wasn't just attraction...no. It was recognition. His soul, long thought to be lost to eternity, had awakened at the sight of you.

・His eyes lock onto yours, and for the first time in centuries, he felt hunger—not for blood, but for you.

・He truly knew you two were soulmates when his bite mark did not fully fade.

・The first time he drank from you, you felt a cool, then electric tingle where his fangs met your skin.

・As he started to drink, with his lips pressed against your neck, his hands tightened on your body and you relaxed. It felt right. He felt so right.

・And then it felt as if his very essence started to weave itself into you and yours into him.

・In the vampire culture, soulmates are a rare phenomenon, whispered about in ancient myths. Now that he has you, he will never let you go.

・He has become your shadow, watching over you, making sure no harm comes to you. Even if it means following you. He's only ensuring your safety.

𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・The moment he catches your scent, it was over. Even his wolf knew before his mind could catch up.

・Everything changed. His heartbeat started to race, his instincts screamed “mine”, and his world sharpened into a singular focus: you.

・Your scent soon became home, like the warmth of a crackling fire after a long winter hunt. Even in a crowd, he can track your heartbeat.

・If anyone dares to look at you the wrong way, he bares his teeth, his voice dropping into a possessive growl.

・Werewolves are very touch-oriented, and he is absolutely no exception. Expect to be pulled into his lap, carried effortlessly, and nuzzled constantly.

・His favorite thing? Falling asleep curled around you, his warmth keeping you safe and cocooned in his embrace.

・Although he does love being the little spoon...

・The moment you both knew you were meant for each other was when he first touched you. Skin to skin—you felt a sharp, burning sensation on your wrist.

・It wasn't painful, but it was intense. It felt like your souls had locked into place. Whatever felt missing, was now whole.

・The mark is invisible, but you can feel it pulse whenever he’s near, whenever he’s thinking about you, whenever he’s longing for you.

𝑶𝒓𝒄 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Orcs don’t believe in fate. They believe in strength, will, and battle. Romance isn't a big part of the orc culture.

・So in his mind...this wasn't meant to happen. Not to him.

・He tried to ignore the feeling at first. The swirling, giddy feeling whenever he saw you, or, whenever you're near.

・Soulmates are myths, things whispered in old war songs, but the way his chest tightens whenever you’re near proves otherwise.

・He watches you closely, testing your spirit, your fire, your heart—because if you are truly his mate, he needs to be worthy of you.

・His instincts scream to claim you, but he won’t rush—not until he’s proven to both you and himself that he is strong enough to deserve you.

・It is a little annoying. Confusing even. Because the way he acts around you ... you thought he loved you.

・And then he would stop himself.

・Put up a wall.

・But you understood him once he gave you a certain something.

・Orcs don’t write love letters—they craft. And he had been making things for you constantly:

A knife with a handle carved to fit your grip perfectly.

A wooden pendant engraved with symbols of protection and love.

Your own bow and arrow...the bow had intricate carvings

The pelt of a wolf, to keep you warm. Yes, he had made it himself.

・These gifts are a piece of him. Every time he gifts you something, and you wear/use them, he literally swells with pride.

・You both knew you were soulmates, because your hands burned when you were near each other.

・No, not painful. But the same symbol is left on the top of your hand.

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏-𝑯𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Dragons do not love easily. They are proud, powerful, and above such mortal concerns.

・Until you both received the soulmate mark.

・It happened like this: you had no idea there was an extremely tall being waiting for you to move in the bookstore.

・And then suddenly, you felt a strong yearning for a particular book, and when you went to pick it up, a large hand bumped against your own.

・Instantly, you started to glow. As if you had been dusted with the essence of pure gold.

・His eyes flashed to you, because the same thing was happening to him.

・An ancient feeling bubbling up from the pit of his stomach and he looked at you. Stunned. And you knew he was because his eyes gave it away.

・In that instant he was feeling a force beyond time and reason. His heart—once untamed and indifferent—now started to beat ... for you.

・Dragons are territorial creatures, and now you are his most treasured possession

・He hates being away from you. He knows your schedule, and whenever you wander too far, his wings twitch restlessly, and his claws flex as if he’s about to hunt you down and bring you back.

・If anyone even thinks of touching you, his eyes flash with molten gold, his pupils thinning into slits.

・His hoard grows with things that remind him of you—a necklace you once wore, a book you left open, even things that carry your scent.

・The first time he allowed you to ride on his back in dragon form was a big moment for him. He preened for days, smug and proud that you trust him so deeply.

𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Demons don’t believe in soulmates. They believe in power, in lust, in domination—not in something as fragile as “destiny.”

・And yet, the moment he lays eyes on you, he feels it—a pull so deep it rattles his very essence.

・His chest tightens with something unfamiliar—not hunger, not desire, but a need beyond reason.

・His claws flex involuntarily. His tail flicks behind him. His smirk falters, just for a second. And then, with a low, sultry chuckle, he leans in and whispers, “Oh… you’re mine.”

・Then a mark, only visible to you and he alone, would glow faintly. A symbol, neither of you know what the symbol exactly is - but it has to mean one thing...

It might appear as black runic symbols, glimmering and glinting on your skin.

However, it may appear as a delicate sigil, an ancient demonic brand woven from flame and magic.

・If you are ever in danger, the mark scorches hot, summoning him instantly—no matter where he is.

・The mark is not always visible to mortal eyes, but it glows faintly when touched by him or in moments of intense emotion.

・He would burn the world down to keep you safe.

・If anyone dares to touch you, flirt with you, or even breathe in your direction too long, his eyes darken, his tail curls possessively around your leg, and his fangs flash in a dangerous grin.

“Oh, I do hope they keep looking...Gives me an excuse to tear them apart.”

・He might act nonchalant, but he watches you like a predator watches its most prized possession.

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Angels had a very specific job. From a very specific god... They weren't allowed the same freedoms that the other factions & deities had.

・Therefore, angels do not fall in love lightly. They were created to serve, to protect, to remain above mortal emotions.

・They looked out for humans; as gurdian angels.

・Your guardian angel however, didn't have a problem with getting close to you.

・In fact, he was able to physically be around you, touch you even - which was highly odd because only other beings with magic blood could do that.

・When the soulmate mark appeared, it solidified his feelings and changed your world forever.

・A gentle warmth envelopes you, and an instant calm washes over you.

・The mark is no mark at all, but drops of sunlight mixed with moonlight. They swirl on both your hands, fingers, wrists and arms. Like a moving masterpiece of true love captured through a pearlescent light.

・His very essence had trembled, as if the divine itself had rewritten fate just for the two of you.

・His wings shuddered, breath caught and for the first time in his eternal existence he felt longing.

・Usually angels did not receive soulmates.

・But for some reason he did.

・His loyalty knows no bounds. He would never stand against you. Never leave you. Never hurt you in any way possible.

・And though his essence is peace. He would die for you. He would challenge anyone or anything for you.

・There is no other path for him, but you.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

A devil in disguise

Yandere fantasy ocs x gn reader

They're not really yandere in this fic, I'm saving that for later

Tw: none that I can think of, not proofread 🌺

⭐you were just an ordinary villager. Living in a cottage you Inherited, making a living by owning a bakery in the nearby village. You didn't think there was anything appealing about you. Nothing making you stand out. Well, the villagers thought differently. It was mainly filled with different mythical races, making you the only human.

⭐one day you were setting up shop like always, a suitor or two trying to get your attention when suddenly screams could be heard from outside. Rushing to see what was the commotion, a young.. girl? Man? Was fighting off a horde of wild goblins. Littering the ground with their little bodies. They fought valiantly, slashing one after the other.

⭐in the end they came out victorious, but heavily injured. You herded the other villagers away, a bar maiden helping you pick up the adventurer and taking them to your little bakery. She set them down and quickly left as you looked for your first aid, carefully cleaning up the blood and grime off their face.

⭐you did end up requiring to remove their clothing to better patch them up, sincerely hoping they wouldn't feel uncomfortable once they woke up. You stayed overnight in the bakery since your cottage was pretty far and you didn't want to leave the newcomer alone. The sound of fabric rustling woke you up.

⭐ lifting your gaze upwards, you were met with big green eyes staring into your own, faces inches apart. Their blonde hair was messy and a strand draped across their face. They reached a hand out, and booped your nose before pulling away. Intently observing the room.

"uhm.. thank you for fighting off those feral goblins. What is your name, sir or ma'am..?"

"Gideon. What is your name, lovely?"

"y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you"

⭐Gideon thanked you repeatedly and offered to help you out for a bit. You agreed, and with the time they spent with you,you learned they were a he. They didn't mind any pronouns, just that they were born amab.

"you see. I was on my way here to wait for my friends when I noticed those nasty green bastards hiding in the bushes. I couldn't just let those vermin attack such a lovely village."

"you're very brave Gideon.. I wish I knew how to swing a sword"

"I can teach you, if you'd like my dear"

⭐ Gideon shows you the basics of wielding a sword, he offered to show you how to hunt game aswell. The first hunt came out.. interesting. He'll have to make you exercise with him daily from now on.

⭐2 weeks have passed now, Gideon was helping you bring groceries into your cottage when you heard a loud yelling coming from not too far away

"GIDEON!? IS THAT YOU?"

⭐ turning around, you spot a girl who seems to be your age standing a few feet away. She seemed tired yet so elated. Gideon set down the basket carrying the vegetables and quickly rushed over to her

"darling! Oh there you are! Where are the others? Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?"

⭐the girl waved off his worrying, about to say something when suddenly she turned her attention to you

"Wow.. well hello there gorgeous~"

⭐the girl walked up to you, wiggling her eyebrows and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You could only stare at her and laugh in mild amusement. After Gideon thoroughly disciplined her on why she shouldn't flirt with people she doesn't know, you learned that their entire party were on their way to recollect him.

⭐so now you had 2 roommates. It was pretty fun, they helped with chores and kept you company. Darling seemed to really like your bakery, helping every chance she could. They enjoyed being with you, you were so much fun! They knew they'd have to leave as soon as the others came, so One night, the two waited for you to go to sleep. Talking outside near a pond, a bit far away from the cottage

"I don't know Gideon.. they're not exactly built for adventuring with us.."

"yes.. but you weren't built for this life either. We trained you. And we can do the same for our little y/n. They already knows the basics, We'll just need to convince them before the others arrive"

⭐and that's what they did. For the next three days, they kept pestering you to join their party. So don't worry, they'll train you. Aren't you tired of this boring life? Don't you wanna explore? Just find someone to run your bakery for you until you come back!

⭐and that's how you ended up here. Catching a ride on ogmund, the party's barbarian tank. You were happily chatting away, braiding his hair while you were at it. He told you all about his tribe, orc traditions, his past adventures. You nodded along, adding input every now and then

⭐darling was walking alongside you both, chewing on something, you don't know what, and holding ogmund's hand. The orc seemed use to the girls touchy nature. Darling was the party's druid. Specializing in healing and natural magic. Her little ears would twitch, with the occasional flick of her tail. Panther hybrids were so cute.

⭐Gideon was the party's paladin, you remembered they told you about their reasoning for choosing this life. As a boy his family was slaughtered, leaving only him and his younger sibling rougé Alive. Their mothers were brothel workers while their father was the owner. Don't ask them about their family.

⭐rougé was the party's bard. They were a half elf, like their brother and very flirty and touchy with whoever they deemed as a fun pick. Darling seemed to be their main target since she gets easily flustered. You had the sneaking suspicion they often slept together with how their physical affections towards her seemed too intimate. The only reason they didn't come after you so often was because they didn't ogmund to snap their spine in half

⭐mikal was the party's sorcerer. A stubborn little prick, proud and haughty. Just give him a good thwack on the head and he'll shut up. Once, you you were playing with his hair and he stood rigid the entire time. Simply nodding when you'd compliment his beautiful silver locks. It contrasted well with his near black skin. Who knew dark elves were so sexy? (Fucking everyone)

⭐venus was the party's cleric, and boy, darling had massive beef with him. For what reason? You don't know, they just really fucking hated eachother. Venus, out of everyone, was the most reserved. It'll take you a whole to tear down his walls but you'll get there eventually.

⭐from what the party told you, you were on your way to save a couple friends. You were practically buzzing with excitement, your first real adventure! Maybe you'd find a fighting class that suits you best while you're at it.

⭐ blissfully unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from stop the trees..

[demigoddessqueens]

of a wintry fairy land

Masterlist 12

A/n - just some holiday fluff for all the monster girls and guys

a gargoyle who…takes you up to the highest balconies to admire the snow fall on the cities below

The harpy who…helps decorate the tree and rooms with only the shiniest decorations

A witch who…brews warm concoctions for you both on the cold winter nights.

Skating along the frozen pond as the mermaid follows the track marks you make with your skates.

Krampus who is less of a grump during the holidays when he visits you

an alien who…is endlessly fascinated with all the human holiday traditions and wants to create/re-create new and old with you

Reading the famed story of the Christmas ghosts with a specter of your own by the fire

an elaborately crafted gift bequeathed to you from the elf/fae as a solemn “thank you”

The creeping vines from the plant monster that has a mistletoe dangle between you two before you give in

[altagraye]

AltaGraye’s Orcverse guide

A guide to the Orcverse

What is the Orcverse?

Keywords and basic info:

Orcverse

is a type of Monsterfucking fic.

Monsterfucking-

a smutty fic involving a humanoid creature or character that has augmented features resembling that of a monster. Such as, Cephlopod appendages, skin tones seen not in the human world- greenish to grey. Tusks, enlarged genitalia (orc penis), unrealistic muscular standards not seen in human nature. Tall, giant-like physique. Claws, pointed ears, fairy wings.

Orcs:

a type of monster race feared by humans and notorious for brutality and incivility, commonly seen as barbarians and brutes by any other race other than their own (or so the humans think). They have a particular disdain and dislike for the Elven race, due to eons of savage warring between the two factions.

Handfasting:

When an Orc wants to keep his/her mate. Done via a ceremony, usually small scale but publicly. Clansmen are notified to who is bonded (married) as to avoid unnecessary confusion. They typically mate for life.

Bond-breaking:

Not usual, but when an Orc finds extreme dishonesty in their mate (such as they have cheated and mated with another person outside the bond) they are allowed to break their bond with the unfaithful mate.

Courting:

A period of a few weeks (generally 3-5), where a male or female orc exchange gifts. Are taken to private events such as hunting, nightly walks in nature, an Orc will typically gain a ring to place on one of their tusks to show courting starts. Gender is not limited to courting and mating. Races, although rare, are not limited either.

Mate:

An Orc equivalent to a human wife or husband. Mates are together until death. Mates are taken very seriously. Sometimes when Mates die, the surviving mate does not re-mate. Mates can be male or female, and can be human, elf, ogre, fae, or another orc.

Chieftain:

The current leader of the local Orc Tribe. Usually but not limited to the strongest leader of said group.

Clan:

a specific family of Orcs. Such as the Starks, Romanoffs, Wilson's. Usually would have gained notoriety in the Tribe.

Shaman:

A medicine man or woman that takes care of the wounded, women in childlabor, as well as the mentally ill. During orcbirth, the Shaman assists only when approved by the mate who is actively coaching the laboring mate.

“Catching Sickness”:

When a mate of another race is impregnated with an Orcling. There is a week long period of time where the mother is incapacitated. The mothers body is not used to bearing an Orc. And thinks this foreign body as a threat-to-life. During this time it is easy for the mother to miscarry the Orcling. during this time, the father gingerly aids his pregnant mate. No one is allowed to see the mate, unless the Orc approves of it. Typically this is very close friends who want to help and the clan Shaman. Until the Orcling "catches" and is able to survive the sickness, then the rest of the pregnancy resumes as normal until birth.

Symptoms include but are not limited to:

High fever

Reduced appetite

Body aches/pains

The need to have your mate around.

Body shakes

Nightmares

Fatigue

Frequent vomiting and or nausea

Orcling(s):

what Orcs call their offspring. When born Orclings weigh from 8-11.5 pounds. Any weight below 8 pounds is considered a premature orcling.

Halfling(s):

Mixed race orclings, such as half-human, half-fae, half-elf. Half-lings tend to weigh the same size as their full-blooded brethren.

Tribe:

A major group of orcs settled into a particular location. A large encampment of orcs, with various clans of Orcs residing.

Exile:

When a crime has been committed, sometimes a Tribe member is banished from the Tribe.

Bloodsport:

when someone in the clan comics a terrible crime, they must fight to the death against the best fighters in the clan. A punishment worse than exile.

Tusk(s):

Large boar-like teeth on the bottom row of an orcs mouth. One on each side (right & left).

“Orc-drunk”:

When an Orc is aroused (typically in males though does not exclude female Orcs interested in mates) the Orc has the ability to use their saliva as an aphrodisiac, in order to assist with penetration with other races (usually human women). The chemical compounds in the saliva when directly applied to a mate's genitalia help to relax the affected area to ease mating.

Habitats:

Dense Forests, mountain ranges, marshes, Caves, rarely seen- frozen inhabited places or places with year-long Winter seasons. Some Orc tribes have resorted to leading Nomadic lifestyles.

Skills:

blacksmiths, carpenters, hunters, tradesmen, and skilled builders.

Physical attributes:

Female Orcs:

Twice the size of the average human female.

Toned, muscular physique

Skin ranges from various shades of green to almost grey.

Tusk size is much smaller than a male Orc. However, still noticeable.

Breasts are usually smaller, especially in females who have yet to bear an orcling. Warrior-women are also small breasted.

Bond-rings can be displayed on the tusks.

Genitalia is strikingly similar to a human with the exception of a constantly larger clitoris.

Male orcs:

Three times the size of the average human female.

Large muscular build, almost no body fat, with the exception of older orcs. Older orcs typically drink more mead and thus have a noticeable mead-gut.

This is basically a "beer-gut".

Skin color is various shades of green or gray. Rarely blue, this color is seen as a defect.

Genitalia size is on average 7 inches when soft.

Hard length ranges from 8-11 inches.

Girth at the head is typically 2.5 inches but can be bigger.

Girth at the middle and down to the base is usually 3 inches but never exceeds 4 inches.

Tusks start small but grow bigger when the Orc reaches adulthood. Tusks are typically 3-4 inches in height and 2 inches in girth at the base of their mouth.

Bond-rings can be displayed on tusks.

Hierarchy:

Pelts:

Bear pelt, Wolf pelt, tiger pelt. Reserved as a wright of passage for young Orcs- sustained into adulthood. Bigger game is killed and thus worn as the Orc advances into adulthood.

Tusk Ring:

shown for status, reserved for successful warriors. Can be worn by male and female Orcs. Some have One ring on each tusk. This is different than a bond-ring, traditionally called a handfast-ring, which indicates the wearer is mated or seriously courting a mate. The handfast-ring is a different type of metal, to differentiate it from a warriors' ring. The warrior's ring is less flashy and has a more dull tone. Whereas, a bond-ring is typically a bright copper color.

Moral systems:

Not much is known about the Orcs morality. Most feuds are handled on a case to case basis. They have no legal court system, so feuds are quickly handled by the people involved. However if the situation is escalated enough, the chieftain will call for a summons in front of the whole Tribe. Meaning everyone must witness both parties plead their side of the issue, and the chieftain gets to decide the losers punishment. Exile or bloodsport is usually the ending.

Traditions/customs:

During orcling-birth, the male who has sired the orcling has an intense instinct to assist his laboring mate. No other Orcs are allowed to visit the laboring mate. With the exception of a medical Shaman once labor has reached the birthing stage.

@sebsgirl71479 @imaginedreamwrite @giorno-plays-piano

[bluebellroars]

RULES {update}

* No pedophilia, necrophilia...

* No kidnaping kink, torture kink, rape kink, piss/shit kink

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I'm gonna write what ever I have in mind or what you will request EXCEPT what I have written above. (Maybe I'm gonna make more rules in future idk)

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I'd like to write mostly for:

Fairly tails - orcs, Werewolfs, Mermaid, witches, succubus, inccubus, (witchers??)...

Task force 141 - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley, John ''Soap'' McTavish, Captain John Price, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Creepypasta - Slederman, Offenderman, Jeff the killer (Woods), Eyeless Jack, Homicidal Liu, Laughing Jack, Splenderman, Trenderman, Bed Drowned, Masky (Tim), Hoodie (Brian), "Ticci" Toby, Jane the killer

RE 8 - Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela, Daniela, Cassandra, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Mia Winters,

Witcher - Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer, Jaskier

Stranger things - Eddie Munson, steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Hopper, Nancy Wheeler,Dimitri

Requests are open

[bump1nthen1ght]

Hi hi!! I saw that you are taking headcanon requests. I would just like to ask if you could please write about a fem orc (whatever agab) and an ftm boyfriend. I think the switchy things that could happen are just 🫠🫠🫠

Sure thing anon! My first piece for this blog was for a female orc, so it's always fun to come back to them!

Fem!Orc x FtM!Reader: NSFW and SFW headcanons under the cut

SFW

Your girlfriend is a total romantic. She’s showing up to dates with a bouquet of flowers, your favorite dessert, and dressed like a whole SNACK

Her two favorite dates are an extra-fancy upscale restaurant where you can split the lobster mac and cheese and a casual beach date that ends at a dime a dozen crab shack; There is no inbetween

Absolute fiend at the beach; She’s picking you up and throwing you in the water, smacking your ass and helping you burying you in the sand. She didn’t have many beaches growing up, so it brings out her mischievous little kid side

Will definitrlt wiggle her eyebrows and make a dirty joke if you ask her to rub sunscreen on her back, giggling like a highschooler.

But her jokester persona aside, she’s also the worlds best guard. If anyone harasses you too (or, god forbid, flights with you in FRONT of her) expect a strong grip on their shoulder and an intimidating glare.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying to my boyfriend?”

(Yes she is a little possessive, but your her babe! No one elses!!!)

It’s on those fancy dates when she can bust out the sauve, kissing up your arm and laughing at how flustered you get

(Maybe kiss up her arm as well 👀, She’ll stutter and blush like its the first date)

If you’re forward enough to play footsie under the table she’s totally down, though she will be the most obvious person in the world about it

When desser comes out, expect for her to stick out her tongue and expect you to feed her. If you comply, he’ll make sure to take the most sensual bite, licking her lips as she pulls away.

NSFW

Get ready for your strong orc gf to throw you AROUND. If she can throw you over your shoulder, give a strong slap to your ass, she’s doing it

Also likes to spank you while you’re bent over her knee. Especially when she can call you “Naughty boy” ;)

Oral with tusks is difficult, she’d rather stick to hand jobs and fingering. She’s got those calloused fingers and strong forearms, so she can go for a while.

Sparser on the dirty talk, but will encourage you to make as much noise as possible. (“Tell me how it feels baby.”)

If she’s bottoming she prefers doggy style. Not only is it the most efficient with your size difference ( She’s dummy thicc) but she also loves the way you hold onto her hips when you fuck into her from behind. Dig your nails in, jerk your hips, really make her feel it

Loves having her neck kissed. It’s strong, corded with muscle, but she’ll moan so pretty when you lick at her pulse

Though she’s not especially loud. Mostly groans and grunts and swearing.

“Fuck, that feels food babe. Do that again.”

When you’re bottoming, she likes you to ride her. Now she can hold onto your hips, control the pace, and get to see your cute face scrunch up when she hits deep inside you.

(Her strap skills are obviously immaculate)

Also likes having her hair pulled. It can be when she’s on top as a little defiant tug, or a a degrading yank when’s being subby, it’s all good for her

Can’t really sit on your face (once again, size difference) but her fave position ti get eaten out in is her laid down on the bed and you sitting on your knees, especially if one of her legs is hiked over your shoulder. Her subby side can really come out then (“S-shit, oh my god baby”) but she also knows how to take control if she wants to (“Yeah, you like that pussy?”)

Loves washing you down in the shower after some sex and LOVES when you wash her hair. Nothing like a good scalp massage to end a wonderful night ❤️

[eileenslibrary]

Wedding Shenanigans

Pt.4

Warnings: tired me, ending of mini-series

Hozier: Would That I

you take in a deep breath remembering your vows “When I met you I had never met an orc before, infact I was told to fear them but I still helped that half frozen boy in the water, and even though he disappeared after a few nights I still kept him in the back of my mind, but I would never imagine meeting him again, even though it had a rough start the journey was worth it, Krall Bensvine I want you to be my dearest, for me to cherish and Treasure, through wealth or poverty, in sickness and in health, to hold and admire, to own your heart until death do us part, Krall Bensvine I vow you will be the only one who makes my heart beat, make my blood run, and keep me breathing” you say in a delicate voice he smiles with tears in his eyes the jewelry on his tusks catching the light of the evening sun, you both stare at eachother lovingly as Leah steps up letting you take eachothers ring the officiant speaks “(Name) take Krall’s right hand and repeat after me” you nod at their instructions, they speak “Krall I wish to spend the rest of my life with you” you repeat what they said “I vow to love and serve you” you say after them “As long as we both shall live” “I take you with all your faults and strengths-” you follow the words “And I give you myself” you laugh slightly as Krall smiles at you sweetly “And with this ring-” You repeat to everyone “I take you to be my husband” Krall takes in a deep breath “To be my friend” you hum “And partner in life” you say a single tear drop falling down your face “Place the ring on Krall’s finger” he huffs in happiness as you slip the gold band onto his ring finger “I can’t believe we’re here” he whispers to you “Krall take (Names) ring and repeat after me” he nods “(Name) I wish to spend the rest of my life with you” Krall parrots the officiant’s words to you and the audience ““I vow to love and serve you” he says looking up trying to keep the tears from falling before looking back at you “As long as we both shall live” “I take you with all of your faults and strengths-” he repeats “and I give you myself” you feel love flow through you as he lets a few tears fall “And with this ring-” he beams “I take you to be my spouse” he grins “To be my friend” “And my love from this day forward” he finishes “Place the ring on (Name’s) finger” you smile from ear to ear “May these rings remind you that your love us not cheap or common, and infact it’s priceless and hard to come by, may their circular shape remind you that your love is unending and may serve as a constant reminder to the promises you made today, and now you have come before us all and expressed to together bound in life, you have shown your love and dedication by joining hands, you have made promises of faith and devotion, each to the other and have sealed these promises by the giving and receiving of rings, now it is my honor and it is my privilege by the power vested in me to pronounce you husband and wife” you both smile at eachother when the officiant says “Krall you may kiss (Name)” Krall places his hands upon your waist and pulls you into a kiss, one as sweet as a soft summer wind, and as passionate as the birds flying above, he gently sways you as the audience goes wild clapping happily, Elaran is crying into Lin’s shoulder, he holds her close, kissing her forehead as he watches his close friends come together in this union, you both part tears now fully running down your faces. In a few minutes, you’re tossing the bouquet and you watch Clarice catch it and look towards your head butler Oliver. You all move into the ballroom to cut the cake and dance. At the end of the night you end up on the balcony again “So husband, what will we do during the honeymoon?” you ask “I have a few ideas” he hums wrapping his arms around you. 

[indigosuvi]

Kindness In Your Heart

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 573 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

Warning: mentions of childhood trauma.

Orc never had a good childhood. His father was a terrible man. His mother and he were both victims of his abuse. Orc struggled while in school. He became the very thing his father was. He wasn't going to allow anyone to step all over him. He fought back. He was feared or respected. He didn't pay much mind to those who poked fun at his weight. It wasn't something that he could control. It wasn't worth the fight, either. He struggled while in school. He wouldn't let anyone know about his struggles. It would just add fuel to the fire. It would be different for those to hurt him over. He could pretend the words didn't hurt, but they did. You were smart. You didn't judge him. You treated him like a human. You helped him with his work. You helped him pass his classes, and you made him feel something. A friendship. A true friendship. Sure, he had one other friend, but he used him. Orc knew that. That's how a friendship works, or so he thought.

The FAYZ happened. Fallout Alley Youth Zone. His friend named it. Orc didn't change. He couldn't change. He still had a reputation to uphold. You both drifted apart. It didn't matter. Your lives were in danger, and there were more important things to worry about. He killed someone. He didn't mean to. It was an accident. He felt terrible for the crimes that he committed. He didn't want to be a monster. He was. He found God and prayed for forgiveness. He read the Bible and stopped drinking alcohol. He didn't want to go to hell. He wanted to be a good man. He was. You knew him well enough to say that. You were there for him, and you forgave him. Things were hard in the FAYZ. You still helped him out as much as you could.

You knew what it was like to be alone. You were judged for your appearance and intelligence. You were in higher-level classes. You knew his pain, and you didn't want him to feel the way that you did. You genuinely cared for him. You didn't want anything from him. You didn't expect anything from him. Yet, he protected you as much as he could in the FAYZ. He never forgot you, even if you didn't remember him. He couldn't forget the one who helped him out when he was at his lowest and when he needed help at risk of being held back.

The coyote attacked, and gravel replaced his wounds. He was too hideous to look out. No one could stand him, especially now, yet you didn't judge him. You still supported him and saw him as your friend. You weren't one to judge appearances, and he was, and still is, your friend.

The barrier came down, and you went back home to your family. His family never came to find him. They could care less about him. You invited him to your place to stay, and he gratefully took it. You and your family took him in and treated him with kindness and respect. It didn't matter that he wasn't related. He was cared for. He didn't know how he could ever pay you back. He didn't need to. You did it out of the kindness of your heart. Charles had a home and a place to go to. A friend who truly cared.

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Tag List: @hpphantom

[michaela-o]

Hi hello everyone :D🧡

So a while back i made a post about Cybertronians witnessing humans being feral when in fight or flight response or how humans act when we are on adrenaline in general because i really like this idea. But hear me out- :D

Protective, scared and angry human = very scary human

We all have this natural need and drive inside us to protect. Wether it's the person we love, family or friends. I myself am very protective when it comes to anyone i love. I would throw myself in front of a bear if i had to. Or i would fight anything and anyone if i had to protect the people i love.

Now imagine if the human was the size as an average cybertronian: (slight warning for blood at the end)

The Lost Light got under attack by the infamous DJD and everything goes to shit so quickly no one has time to react as the deadly members tear through the ship and with Tarn having one goal in mind and that was to find Megatron. His optics burning with lust for killing him. Eventually he finds him and they both fight together. The human is watching this from the security office locked in with other members of the Lost Light. They all watch in horror and worry as they both fight. But Tarn doesn't play fair. As Megatron gets knocked by him the other bots notice as the human's breath quickens, their frame is shaking a bit and their teeth are tightly gritted together. Their protective drive has woken up.

Enough is enough..

You know what Megatron did..but no one has the right to take away someone else's life..especially someone like Tarn...Megatron was almost like the father the human claimed to never have..

As the human turns swiftly to unlock the door the other bots try to stop them but the human is determined and full of anger and adrenaline as they push past the bots who are taken aback. The bots are not fast enough as the human is already sprinting towards the scene where everything was happening. So many thoughts and emotions ran through them as they sprinted..anger, fear (you know because it's still fucking Tarn)

But no they aren't backing away now.

As they round a corner they barely make it in time because Tarn was already aiming his canon at Megatron.

The human suddenly jumps in front of Tarn and they srunch their nose and bare their teeth at him, their arms spread over Megatron. Tarn stares in disbelief and then he chuckles. You may be the size of a cybertronian but you're still a fragile dumb human.

"If you want him..you're gonna have to go through me first.."

As the human growled no one wanted and couldn't believe what they were seeing and hearing back at the security room on the cameras. Thats it the human has gotten crazy. NO ONE would do a thing like this. It's like you were asking to be killed. It's the DJD.. Even Megatron's expression almost changed to bewildered and wide eyed.

Of course the human got a good beating from Tarn but there was just something in them. This weird wild look in their eyes as blood dripped down their forehead into their eye and down their chin. Scratched and battered with at least 4 broken ribs they still stood with determination. Tarn was enjoying this but it was getting frustrating and on his nerves. Tarn is deadly and strong but the human was agile and quick. As Tarn was about to finish Megatron once again (because he thought the human was finished) they once again threw themeselves in front of him with this crazy look in their eyes and the next words rang out in everybody's ears.

"Over, my, dead body..."

The human was shaking, growling and huffing slowly loosing their strenght but reinforcements were quickly arriving and the DJD was in disadvantage so they had to fall back but of course Tarn would be back and would take the human with him the next time.

And this is how i think bots view this :3

From the cybertronian perspective:

The bots, often more concerned with survival and the war’s toll on their world i think would most likely react with shock. Tarn is a fanatic Decepticon who enforces ideology without mercy, would represent the last person they’d expect a human to stand against. They might interpret the human's bravery as foolhardy or even reckless, given Tarn’s terrifying reputation, but they may also see it as a powerful symbol that courage and conviction can transcend size and power.

From Tarn's Perspective:

I think Tarn, who worships Megatron’s original vision and detests any deviation from it, would be utterly incensed. The idea of a human—whom he views as nothing more than an insect—intervening to protect Megatron would enrage him. He’d view it as an ultimate insult to Megatron's legacy and to the Decepticon cause, likely intensifying his resolve to destroy them both to "cleanse" this offense.

Aaaa i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing :3🧡 here i also drew a picture of the human so you could imagine the whole scenario better :3

[monstersholygrail]

I wonder how like a monster would react to what you made a post saying how you bite the air?

-🩸

Oh my god, that’s so much fun

Monster bf’s reactions to you biting the air when excited

Werewolf bf will you see biting the air, already knowing you’re excited about something because he does the exact same thing when he’s excited. In fact, he gets excited just seeing you so excited. His cute fluffy tail thwacks against the ground as he scrambles over to you. Happily munching at the air and impatiently waiting to hear what’s gotten you so happy. His big puppy tongue lolls out, not being able to wait any longer and he starts attacking you with kisses, tackling you to the ground and demanding to know so he can share in your joy. And to also get some your sweet attention all to himself, the needy pup

Vampire bf leans against the doorway of the room, watching as you bite the air in excitement. Waiting for you to notice his entrance. He raises a brow as you meet his eye asking teasingly, “You practicing, love?” Knowing he’ll be turning you soon to spend an eternity together at long last. You can’t help but blush and he adores the blood that rushes to your cheeks. He walks over, sitting in front of you and offering his neck as he asks next, “How about some real practice?”

Minotaur bf would just so happen to come across you, biting the air and shaking your head wildly. He’d immediately think something was wrong, that you were trying to fend off some kinda attack or threat to them both. He’d huff, shaking his own horns as his tail snaps around. He’d rush over to you, shielding you from the danger even if he doesn’t know what it is yet. He’d praise you for trying to protect your little family, but you have him now and he won’t let you put yourself at risk. You have to ask him what he’s talking about and embarrassingly admit what you were doing. When you show him the cute video that caused it, you can’t help but laugh as he starts huffing and shaking himself with excitement

Dragon bf would be sitting next to you around the fireplace that he lit, making dinner and just being around each other. When suddenly you’re biting at the air in excitement. He automatically assumes you’re trying to breathe fire like him. He looks at you a little funny but knows you mean well. It’s actually quite cute and his chest puffs up in pride that you think so highly of him and dragonkind. He doesn’t say anything but he gives your head a little pat, bringing you to ask what that was about. He only responds, “Nothing, you’re just cute.” And suddenly your cheeks are hotter than any dragon flame

Orc bf would be coming home from a long day of hunting with his friends. They’d all walk into your shared home to see you biting the air and think you’re training your fighting skills. Your Orc bf would stand tall and proudly claim how his mate is a fierce warrior who could take any of them down. He walks over and kisses you passionately, about to encourage you on a job well done in your training. When suddenly you show him some super cute and fluffy moment in the book you’re reading and bite the air again. Your Orc bf blushes like crazy and asks if that’s what you were doing. But he can’t deny the moment in your book was super sweet

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I decided to make a separate list for all my monster works so that they're all in one place.

Folklore/Mythology/Urban Legends

Yandere!Werewolf x GN!Reader

Yandere!Werewolf x Fem!Reader Headcanons

Short: Werewolf mate who marks you before leaving

Yandere!Vampire x GN!Reader

Yandere!Shapeshifter x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Shapeshifter x Fem!Reader 2

Yandere!Aka Manto x GN!Reader

Yandere!Devil x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Merman x GN!Reader

Monster Short: The Wolf x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Orc Siblings x GN!Reader [Prompt + Doodle]

Short: Orc Stepbrother (GN Reader) + Orc Stepdad

Short: Orc!Secretary (GN Reader)

Short: Mothman x Crybaby!GN!Reader

Naga x Smartass!GN!Reader

Short: Fae x GN!Reader

Delinquent!Fairy x GN!Reader

Short: Delinquent Fairy and Children

Short: Delinquent!Fairy Pollen

Short: Biblically Accurate Angels (GN Reader)

Asks: [Shapeshifter] Daily life, [Werewolf] Character Info, [Shapeshifter] Dog similarities, [Shapeshifter] Reveal

Hybrids

Yandere!Hybrid x Phobic!GN!Reader

Yandere!Bear!Hybrid x GN!Reader

Lion!Hybrid & Tiger!Hybrid x GN!Reader

Cow!Hybrids x Bull!Hybrids x GN!Reader

Hucow Husband flavors

Yandere!Octopus!Hybrid x GN!Reader

Yandere!Fem!Cow Barista x GN!Reader

Carnotaurus (Dinosaur Pack) x GN!Reader

Hammerhead Shark!Hybrid x GN!Reader

Various!Hybrids x Reader on period

Short: Wolf!Hybrid x Fem!Reader

Short: Lizard!Hybrid

Short: Puppy!Hybrid and Adult Channels + cont.

Short: Puppy!Hybrid and mating

Short: Puppy!Hybrid's first Christmas

Short: Duck!Hybrid

Monster OCs

Yandere!Asylum Spider x GN!Reader

Yandere!Asylum Spider Character Info

Yandere!Demon x Gloomy!Fem!Reader [Zzy]

Yandere!Demon x Gloomy!Fem!Reader 2

Yandere!Demon King x Hero!GN!Reader

Yandere!Demon King x Hero!GN!Reader 2

Yandere!Demon King x Fem!Reader Christmas Special

Yandere!Demon King x Old!Reader

The Yandere OCs and their jealousy: Monster Edition

Midnight Kiss with the Monster OCs

Asks: [Asylum Spider] Cleanliness, [Asylum Spider] Baths together, Shark loan Shark (Intro), Shark loan blurb, Public coitus scenario, [Zzy] Reader flirting back

Generic Monsters

All misc monsters have been moved here

Monster Doodles

All of my monster-related art is now here

Monster Series

All recurring stories have been moved here

Chat with them: Monster Husband, Zzy, Daos