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Fuzzy Moonlight

WIP

M werebear x F reader. Currently SFW but will become NSFW as chapters progress, a story about finding something or someone unexpected, and just how perceived notions can be utterly wrong. (Werebear is big, soft boy who wouldn’t hurt no one and loves having that space between his ears scritched)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

The Mirror Image 

Completed work

M orc x F reader. SFW until chapter three where it becomes NSFW. A story about how sometimes your giant crushes need to be helped along by your enby bestie. (Hairdresser AU and Orcish braiding!)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Bad Luck Charm

WIP

M demon x F Human. SFW but will become NSFW as story progresses. Accidental summoning story, we all love spicy demons after all.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Some submissive monsters pleeaassseee any kind really just sweet and doting and sub I’m begging you

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Have nearly 3000 words of powerful yet submissive alien. I hope this suits? Sorry I sat on it for a while - I hope you remember asking for it… 

NSFW, with a little warning for brief mention of needles and wounds.

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You encountered more kinds of xeno-anatomy in your first sixmonths aboard the ship than you’d seen in your whole six years of med schoolback on Earth. This was an alliance battle cruiser, so you had a regular stream of everyshape and size of soldier imaginable coming through the med bay.

The ship’s doctor, Maehve, was a seven foot tall J’Hantahriwho brooked no nonsense when it came to her med bay. It tended to keep thenewer recruits from going there on a whim to get out of training exercises, andsoldiers who had a firm hand tended to sit still long enough to get patched up.

Maehve had four stomachs and you suspected that all of themwere made of iron, because you’d never seen her so much as flinch as shetreated detached shells, torn limbs, shattered horns, acid-spit burns, rupturedthese and broken those. She also liked to boss you around, which grated. Youached to be the one giving orders for a change, but with your rank, the chancesof that were lower than your chances of finding a decent chocolate bar on board.

One sol, the First Officer himself was brought into the medbay with a huge blaster wound in his ribcage. Apparently a mission to a hostileplanet for negotiations had failed and they’d barely made it out at all.

The hulking Kharmorian was even taller than Maehve, and hewas twice as wide. His skin was black as ink, and covered in microscopic flecksof pearly white, like stars in the endless view from the observation deck. Sixeyes, arranged three on each side of his head, glared out from a flat face,with slit nostrils that flared occasionally as his pain mounted. Thick, viscousdrool was occasionally known to slip from a mouth that was full of razor sharpteeth, cylindrical, transparent, and gleaming like polished crystal, and hisjaw unhinged to gape wide enough to swallow your entire head whole if he wasreally in a rage. Or in the canteen after a workout.

In short, he was nine foot of pure muscle, and rumour had ithis saliva was poisonous. But that might just have been his temper.

And here he was, cursing in his guttural, native Kharmorian,and looking like he was about to try and eat Maehve whole, her chitinousplating be damned. Inadvisable, youthought with a smile.

His muscles were gorgeous as he gripped the edge of thestretcher, snapping and snarling as Maehve lowered her mandibled face towardthe wound and chittered angrily before prodding carefully with one of her morehumanoid hands. She had a lot of hands.

He hissed at her, and as his mouth opened, you saw the hugeteeth, transparent and beautiful in the harsh light of the med bay. He had two tongues, you discovered, biting yourlip to keep from smiling. He was really very beautiful, if… intimidating.

“Don’t you dare take that tone with me,” Maehve rattled,utterly unfazed by his display, her dry voice full of command.

To your astonishment, the massive First Officer went utterlystill. His torso was still clenched, however, and Maehve twitched her head likea mantis. She cuffed him on the side of his head. She actually cuffed the First Officer as though hewere no more than a disobedient child to be disciplined.

“Lie back down. Don’t move.”

Again, an almost imperceptible shiver ran through him, andhe went slack on the gurney.

“Good.”

His legs, thick and muscular and speckled with morepearlescent white dots, shook and he tipped his head back, all six of his eyesclosing.

Interesting.

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Lucifer

Fics/longer posts

A Peaceful Day At The Castle - Reader and Lucifer are over at the demon lord’s castle for afternoon tea. Everything is normal; you’re working on homework, Lucifer and Diavolo are chatting around budgets. Oh, and Barbatos is naked, wearing a cockring, nipple vibrators, and a vibrator shoved up his ass. And the three of you each have a remote. (Dom Diavolo and Lucifer but not to you)

To Preen A Bird’s Wings Is To Show His Back - After a shower Lucifer asks reader for help preening his feathers, but he doesn’t realize how good it’ll feel until he’s trapped against the bed and you.

Curse? Blessing? It’s all the same to you - Lucifer has been avoiding you the last couple days. You ambush him and find that Lucifer’s dick has been turned into a pussy takes to a cursed book. Obviously you need to test the new parts out.

Tentacles fuck Lucifer up - Lucifer has a dirty little secret - after a stressful day he unwinds by getting fucked by tentacles. Only, it was a secret until you stumble upon him.

There’s fidget toys and there’s fidget toys - Lucifer accidentally goes to RAD wearing a remote control vibrator. He doesn’t think it’s too bad as he believes that you’re the one with the remote. You are, unfortunately you don’t know that it’s a remote to a vibrator and think it’s a fidget toy. Overestimation ensues.

A warlock patron is basically just a sugar patron, right? - Lucifer is a human sorcerer and you’re a powerful demon who answers his questions about the universe in exchange for being your sexual plaything. This time you have him a very beautiful robe to wear to show off to all his sorcerer friends. (Cw: living clothing/tentacle clothing)

A old thing to me is a new thing for you, wanna try it together? - You’re well acquainted with domming Lucifer, but here in part, the demon is only familiar with the concept. Yet he knows he’s interested. You suggest trying it with him. (No Nightbringer spoilers)

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This. All of this. Exactly this.

Being Asexual is something I have yet to fully come to terms with, and describing it is difficult.

I have the desire for a relationship. This is not fulled by sexual or romantic desire, but is instead fulled but the need to love someone to the fullest extent. I don’t need someone to love me but I need someone to love. I have so much to give, so much understanding, patience, and want to care for someone.

I would not mind a kiss or a romantic love and label. But those I talk to seem so different.

They have so much fueled desire and passion that later can become love. But I have so much love in my heart to give that if someone came along and understood me I would blossom with a blinding, warm passion. Not fire hot desire, nor sexy, but instead comfort and safety.

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Series

The Shapeshifting Detective (male shapeshifter x fem character) Part 1 (sfw)   Part 2 (sfw)   Part 3 (sfw)   Part 4 (sfw)  Part 5 (sfw) Part 6 (sfw) Part 7 (sfw)

Proper Etiquette (male demon x fem reader) Part 1 (nsfw)  Part 2 (nsfw) [requested drabble]

The Witch’s Apprentice (male demon x afab reader) Part 1 (sfw)   Part 2 (sfw)  Part 3 (nsfw) Part 4(sfw) Part 5(nsfw) Part 6(sfw)

Vows (male vampire x afab reader) Part 1 (nsfw) Part 2 (sfw) Part 3 (nsfw) Final Part (nsfw)

Oneshots

Far from shore (nsfw, merman x afab reader)

Willing Sacrifice (nsfw, male monster x fem reader) [a requested follow-up drabble] [requested drabble: period sex]

Ace in the Hole (nsfw, shadow monster x afab reader)

Ghost Stories (nsfw, male specter x afab reader)

In the Name of Science (nsfw, male werewolf x afab reader)

Hunting Season (nsfw, fem jackalope hybrid x afab reader)

On the Altar (nsfw, male dragon x male knight x fem reader)

Without Expectation (sfw, Astarion x gn reader)

[lion rakshasa] Dain

lion rakshasa!Dain x human!Reader Good to know: smut

Summary: Dain needs a massage.

With a sigh, you open the door to let the warm breeze run through the small cabin. The scent of oils, candles, and cleaning supplies mix with the dry smell of the night. The rush of air caresses your cheeks and plays with your hair as you lean against the door jamb. You cross your arms in front of your chest. Your gaze wanders over the view of the resort.

The other cabins around you are closed. Their windows are dark. You are not surprised, though. It's already late, and you feel the tiredness in your bones and the soreness in your muscles. You almost laugh. You could kill for a massage. Rolling your shoulders, you straighten your posture. The familiar throbbing between your legs is almost painful, and you wish for nothing more but a warm bath and your comfortable bed.

Lush greens and colorful flowers bloom on the side of the road, leading to the pools on your left side. There is a small waterfall that falls from one to the other. The sound is relaxing and seems loud in the silence. The crystal-clear water sparkles under the silvery glow of the moon. Your gaze moves up to the sky, pausing on the glinting stars before dropping on the hotel nearby. Light filters through a few windows. One side of the building is covered with greenery. You can barely see the sand-colored wall underneath the leaves, waving in the rhythm of the wind.

And behind everything, there is the desert with its ever-changing form. Under the cover of the night sky and the stars' gentle glow, the endless sea of sand spreads out as far as the eyes can see. It looks like it melts into the darkness at the horizon. In the distance, grand dunes emerge from the ground with elegant edges and slopes.

"Hey!" A deep voice breaks the silence, and you almost jump from the surprise. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to frighten you. You are the masseur, right?" You smile and shake your head. "It's fine," you tell him. "You are Dain, I hope?" He nods, and you step away from the door to let him in.

The male is burly, even for a lion rakshasa. His mane is a few shades darker than the fur covering his body. He is a mix of muscles and fat. His shoulders are broad, but a slight belly is bulging under the white towel around his waist. The fabric stretches around his trunk-like thighs.

He looks good. He definitely looks good.

You close the door behind you with a soft click.

"You can take off the towel if you want to," you tell him. "And lay down on the table." The male grunts, and with a quick tug, he takes off the towel and puts it on a chair nearby. You can see the muscles of his thighs working as he moves. His tail sways to the side in a gentle rhythm. Your eyes are glued to the hard flesh of his bottom as he lies on his stomach on the massage table. "It won't break under me, right?" He asks. His voice is muffled. "No," you assure him. "You will be fine, I promise."

As you start to work, the soothing scent of the oils you use fills your nostrils. The inside of the massage cabin is covered in an orange hue from the candles. Small flames dance on top of them. The dim light makes the color of his fur darker. They are soft under your hands. His tail still sways left and right, and from time to time, you can hear a deep purr rumbling out of his chest. You can feel it in your core.

Using your body weight, with the heel of your hands, you stroke down the line of his spine until you reach his tail. You knead the hard muscles of his back, changing the motion of your hands every now and again as you watch his reactions. Dain's breathing is calm and even, and slowly but surely, you can feel him relax under you. You circle your thumbs on his shoulder blades, going up to his shoulders. Your fingers dig into him, finding every nerve and knot on your way. When you are done with his upper body, you move to his legs, using your thumb to massage and rub his muscles. "I'm sorry," he grunts when his tail curls around your arm for the second time. You let yourself laugh a little. "It's fine." Your finger slides over his tail, reaching the base. You are careful and gentle as you stroke it. He jumps at the sudden contact but doesn't move to get away. Another rumble breaks through his chest. "Is it good?" You ask him. "Yeah," he grunts. "But it starts to hurt." For a second, you panic, letting go of his tail immediately. "I'm sorry," you gasp. Dain shakes his head. "Not that," he replies, turning to the side, then onto his back. "That." "Oh."

Oh.

A lazy smirk pulls on your lips at the sight. Dain's hard cock bobs as he moves. He is thick and wet from the pre-cum that slips down his shaft. A drop follows the line of a vein on the side of his cock. His balls are heavy between his legs.

You continue your session. Moving from Dain's legs to his upper body, you work on his muscles, letting him relax and enjoy the silence. Your gaze lands on his erection every now and again, but you don't make a move yet. You tease him and massage him all over.

His eyes are closed. An amused smile plays on his lips. "You are the devil." His voice is hoarse. "Am I?" You grin, smoothing your palms down his chest. His fur shines under the dim lights with the lotion you used on him. His cock jerks when your fingers brush the base. Another drop of pre-cum drops down his shaft. "Gods, woman!" Dain groans. You laugh but decide to have mercy on him. He was still more patient than most of your guests.

Your fingers curl around the base of his shaft, squeezing the flesh softly. A low groan echoes off the walls, and you can feel him twitching under your hold. Dain is warm and soft under your palm. The lotion and his pre-cum mix as you move up. Your other hand rests on his thigh. His muscles are tense with anticipation. You feel it too. Need burns your insides as you pump his shaft lazily. You use your thumb to smear his juices even more on his cock, following the thick vein on the side up to the head. Your nail grazes the sensitive skin. The rakshasa shudders under you. His breathing is labored. "Are you sure you are not a cat?" He asks with humor in his voice. "You play with my cock like a new toy." You grin, leaning closer. The air escaping your lips is warm on Dain's erection. "But it is my new toy." His deep laugh ends in a snarl when you lick up on his length from the bottom to the top. You flick the soft skin under the head. His taste is strong on the tip of your tongue. It's salty and makes you want more. You lap up on him again, once, twice, three times. "Fuck!" He growls. The sound vibrates through the air, going straight between your legs. Glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, you force a smug grin down and take his cock into your mouth. You go inch by inch, letting your lips stretch around him. Keeping your hand on the base, pumping him slowly, you lick and suck on his crown, pressing your tongue into the tip. You can feel him snapping any second, but you are not done yet. You squeeze him, making him snarl again before his breath is taken away as you slide him down deeper into your throat. You hum around his length, letting the vibration of your throat rush up his spine. "Fuckfuckfuck!" Spurts of pre-cum fill your mouth, dripping down on his cock and balls. His hips push up against you, wanting to fuck your mouth. You hum again in agreement, hollowing your cheeks some more. Tears burn your eyes as he starts to move up and down. He thrusts into your mouth hurriedly, chasing his pleasure in your warm, wet mouth. Your tongue is flat against the underside of his cock. "You born for this," he growls. "A warm mouth for all the monsters who come here." You are slick between your legs. Your pussy throbs with desire even though you are already sore because of your previous guests. "You feel so good around my cock! Fuck!" Your free hand from his thigh slips to his balls. They are heavy in your palm as you start to play with them. His cock twitches in your mouth more often than a few seconds ago. "I'm going to cum," he warns, still pushing his hips. Your jaw and throat ache. You let him use you to reach his high. Your hand on his cock jerks him faster, and you bob your head against his thrusts. You want him to lose his mind when he comes into your mouth. The cabin is filled with his groans and moans.

"Fuck!"

He floods your mouth, and you gulp down everything he has to give you. The work of your throat squeezes his cock even more, pushing him harder and harder into his orgasm.

The male needs long minutes to come back to his senses. "Will you be there tomorrow?" He asks, still panting. His voice is hoarse, and his cock lays soft on his thick thigh.

You really want to know how it feels inside you.

"I will write you up."

All I want is a giant orc girlfriend who lets me play with her hair.

Is that really too much to ask for

Hi! I couldn’t find any other way to get to you so here goes nothing😂hopefully you see this and if you do I need to tell you just how amazing this is!! I am in love and I hope you post more!!!

Taurus Ch. 2

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She squinted a bit as Asher led her out of the labyrinth, the sun shining brightly overhead. The door to the maze was different than the one she had been pushed through, this one facing the valley and mountains in the distance rather than the coast and the sea beyond. Asher’s hand curled around her own and she looked up at him, giving him a small, kind smile that he returned. There was a village not too far from where they were and they started towards it, her hand still in his.

“Asher, my boy!” Came the shout and an older man greeted them at the edge of the village, his smile wide and genuine. He went to them and pulled Asher down, kissing him on his cheeks in greeting.

“This is Carlo,” Asher said and he introduced them, Carlo giving her a smile that instantly put her at ease.

“Another one?” He asked and Asher nodded. “Come, come! We’re glad to have you!” He put his arm around her shoulder and started leading her away, her hand slipping from Asher’s. Carlo started telling her about the village but she was barely listening, looking over her shoulder at Asher as he watched them go before turning and walking away back towards the labyrinth.

Weeks and months passed since she joined the village. Her talent at fishing was worthless in a community surrounded by mountains, but her skills at weaving and as a seamstress helped her settle in quickly, many of the others coming to her for shawls or other pieces of clothing. She hadn’t seen Asher since that day, but she could see the labyrinth in the distance.

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