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Southern Minotaur with a thick Texas drawl. He grew up on a ranch and still works in the industry. When he has to come to town to get supplies or whatever, he is just the picture perfect Southern Gentlemen.

He always says “ma’am” when answering your questions or asking you something. He always seems to grin a little wider when you ask him something and he has to reply “yes ma’am”. Maybe it’s just because it makes your face flush slightly, still being new to the area and not being used to it.

But oh shit, when he asks you if you’d like to go out to eat and you say “yes sir” he just loses his mind.

Before dinner he has you pinned under his massive form, his far too big cock bullying into your weeping hole. You’re whimpering and whining that it’s too big, that he needs to slow down, but he just lets out an airy chuckle.

“It’s ‘ight pretty girl. Just be good for me and take it,” he smirked as he forced himself back inside of you again.

All the air is being knocked out of your lungs with every thrust. Tears are trickling down your eyes and your entire body feels like it’s being crushed under him. His bull nose bumping against your forehead with every thrust as he pushes your knees up to your chest, making you feel even tighter around him. Making you whine louder from how much bigger he feels.

“S’good, lil’ lady. Fuck, you take it so good,” he grunted as he started moving faster, his massive cock stretching you wider than you thought possible. He’s definitely bruised your cervix, at least.

You feel like you’re going to be crushed from him pinning you down, or just from being impaled on his massive cock, but he doesn’t care. He just needs to slam into you over and over again until he can fill your little human womb with cum.

you lie back against the pillows, still catching your breath, your werewolf boyfriend's arm snug around your waist as he pants softly beside you. the room is warm, your skin slick with shared heat, and your throat parched.

"can you pass me the water?" you murmur, pointing toward the bottle on the bedside table.

with a low grunt, he shifts slightly, reluctantly peeling away from you just enough to reach over and grab it. you watch as he uncaps it, expecting him to hand it to you. but instead, he takes a sip himself.

you blink, confused. maybe he was just thirsty too?

but then he leans back in, hovering over you with that mischievous glint in his eyes. you expect a kiss, but his lips press gently to yours, cool water slips from his mouth to yours, catching you off guard. You gasp softly against him, swallowing without thinking, flustered and dazed by the gesture, so intimate... so him...

he pulls back with a smug, satisfied grin, his hazel eyes glinting in the dim light. "still thirsty?"

[orc] Talia - moodboard

orc!Talia x human!Reader Good to know: regency era, smut, fxf

"The memory of that afternoon haunted her day and night. Ever since then, Talia wanted nothing more than to visit you and talk to you, but she was too afraid you would shrug it off as a few hours of fun or tell her to forget all of it because it was nothing more than a mistake.

"You want to go for a walk?" You ask with a big smile on your pretty face, and Talia's heart flutters in her chest with newfound hope.

"Shouldn't we ask our mothers?" She asks, hesitating.

You laugh, shrugging. "I don't think they would mind if two young women took a stroll in the garden," you reason with a mischievous glint in your eyes. If Talia thinks it through, that glance was the reason she found herself in the hay in the first place."

Will be available on my Patreon on 2024.06.18.

Monster March

First, I hate, hate, hate writing summaries. I feel like they are anything but interesting. 😅 But here is my schedule for March. I thought it would be fun to welcome spring with a (almost) full month. We will have a bunch of new characters and some old ones, and I hope you will enjoy them (well, most of them) all. 😄

My Patreon is here (with more than 80 exclusive stories) The stories I will share on Mondays and Tuesdays will be available on my Tumblr too.

[minotaur] Freddie 1/4

minotaur!Freddie x human!Reader Good to know: older!Reader (just a few years), virgin!Freddie, some spice, some awkwardness

Summary: You want to help your brother's best friend to lose his virginity but the night doesn't go well.

Main Masterlist // Monster March on my Patreon

[sneak peek]

"Sure," you nod. "And you? Will you leave me for a girl too?"

The minotaur scoffs, but something about his reaction is off, though you can’t quite put your finger on why. "No."

You raise an eyebrow, glancing around the bar, which is packed for the night. Every table is occupied and the bar counter is crowded. The low hum of chatter and the rhythmic clinking of glasses all mix with the background music, filling the air with a lively buzz.

"Why?" you press, tilting your head. "You don’t like anyone here?"

"It’s not-"

"What about that pretty blonde?" you interrupt, subtly nodding toward a woman in the far corner. "Or her friend? Not a real redhead, but still cute."

"No, I-"

"Oh?" You smirk knowingly. "Or do you like guys?" You glance at him briefly before scanning the room again. "That one in the leather jacket, maybe?"

"Y/N," Freddie says your name a little louder this time, his deep voice cutting through the noise. "I’m fine. I didn’t come here to get laid."

You blink, caught off guard. "Why not?"

The male huffs, shifting in his seat. "What do you mean, ‘why not?’" His fingers start tapping against the table, and his big brown eyes dart away, avoiding your gaze.

"I mean, guys your age-"

That finally gets his attention. He turns his head and levels you with a stare. "My age? You are barely a few years older than me."

"Exactly," you reply smoothly. "Which is why I know what’s going on in that horny brain of yours."

"My brain is not… horny!" Freddie’s voice dips into a flustered growl.

A long, long second of silence stretches between you as you watch him. His ears twitch slightly, his fingers still tapping against the wood, and his entire posture is just a little too tense. He’s avoiding eye contact, scanning the crowd with forced interest.

"Freddie," you ask, voice dropping slightly, "have you ever been with a woman?"

You don’t realize how heavy your question is until the words settle between you like a stone, halting his fidgeting entirely.

He scoffs, but it’s not as confident as it should be. "Of course. I’ve been with plenty!"

You hum, but the doubt in your tone is unmistakable. His ears flick, and for the first time, he finally looks at you. Well, glares.

"I have," he insists, his jaw tightening. "I spend every weekend with girls."

You can’t help yourself. "Funny. I thought you spent every weekend helping in your parents’ restaurant."

"Well," he huffs, crossing his arms, "I’m good at multitasking."

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, but it’s difficult, especially when you see the way he flinches at his own words. You know, without a doubt, that if it weren’t for his light brown fur, his face would be beet red with embarrassment.

"Okay, okay," you say, lifting your hands in surrender. "I believe you."

He stares at you skeptically. "Do you?"

"Well… no," you admit with a grin. "But I can help you with that."

Freddie frowns. "Help me?"

"Yeah," you say brightly. "I promise, you will leave this place with a girl tonight!"

Well, the girl is you.

_

Freddie's story will be up on my Patreon: [minotaur] Freddie 1/4 [minotaur] Freddie 2/4 [minotaur] Freddie 3/4 [minotaur] Freddie 4/4

[knight] The secret of the palace + Ser

knight!Ser x human!Reader Good to know: nothing but smut

Summary: Thanks to Inga's big mouth, you find yourself captured by one of the knights.

Main Masterlist // Monster March on my Patreon

[sneak peek]

Control that you have none of now.

Even now, when one of them is knuckles deep inside your wet heat, he is as always is; unfaltering, unreadable. There is no urgency in his movements, only the cold precision of a warrior executing a duty with practiced ease. His touch is neither gentle nor cruel. It is steady. Calculated. He knows exactly how to press the cool edge of his gauntlet against your throbbing clit, he knows how to curl his fingers just right, stroking the spot inside you that makes your jolt and crumble in his hold.

It's maddening.

Every trembling moan and desperate sound punched from your chest is met with his perfect tone, calm and so measured it's pathetic how easily it burns through your veins, sending you spiraling.

"So close, princess." His voice is eerie in your ear, mingling with the creak of his armor.

The cold bite of metal presses against your flesh, parting you effortlessly, slipping into your drenched pussy with wicked precision. The stretch is overwhelming. The smooth steel of his gauntlet curls just right, making your knees tremble beneath the weight of your pleasure.

"Inga was right," he muses. There is no real amusement in his words, yet something dark and knowing still lingers in them, but you can't be sure if it is not just your mind playing with your senses.

_ Previously on my Patreon: [tentacle] The secret of the palace [goblin] The secret of the palace + Inga And more: [goblin] The secret of the palace + Dram

Freaking loved this! It was sooo hot, soo funny AND sweet. I LOVED LOVED LOVED this🔥💖

Thank you ♥️

You assumed that cloning your boyfriend would be a fun, quirky idea. It was a chance to test your latest invention, and you couldn't say no to a double dose of your sweet, shy, and kind partner.

Except this one was different. He didn't have the usual smile, or the soft, round eyes in which you often found peace. His features were creased in a monotonous frown, save for the scowl he threw your boyfriend whenever he stood next to you.

Was there an error in your calculations? You scanned over the data with mild unease. No, all the parameters were identical to those of your beloved partner. Same memories, same thoughts, same experiences. Something, however, must've tweaked within its artificially birthed mind.

He treats you with the same unwavering affection as the original man, yet there's a tinge of violence that you can't quite explain or pinpoint; The way his grip on you tightens whenever the other one shows up, the way his voice hardens when responding to his counterpart.

Your freeze when you notice the blade in his pocket. What's he carrying that around for?

"You know," he says, noticing your terrified stare. "I've just realized something about myself.

I fucking hate sharing."

oh no

no no no

i don't need this kind of stress in my life. 😭

“The only dangerous minority is the rich”