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Anxiety (Naga Boyfriend)

I didn’t give him a name or too much of a description, but here it is. As always, I don’t have anxiety, so I had to do some research and that can only do so much. Please feel free to absolutely rip me apart if it is way off kilter.

You were normal. You had bills and a job that you worked at full time, you worked real hard everyday and sang in the shower. Normal. You also had a boyfriend and got along quite well. Of course, he helped you and vice versa.

Yet, you were a worrier. It was one of those things you’d had for years, but only at your boyfriend’s insistence, did you look into it. It had taken less than a month of living together for him to piece together there was something up and that was where he started to convince you to go to your appointments and finally put a name to it. Anxiety.

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Different monsters reactions to your period

warning: lots of period sex, pussy eating, and blood. You have been warned!

A/N: I’m on my period and wanted to write something horny and comforting…

Werecreatures/hybrids are already going insane when you ovulate, but once you start bleeding they can’t resist properly mounting and mating you. You’re their sweet mate, and they both want to breed you and help with the pain by fucking you and eating you out until you’re too tired to think.

Vampires of course are immediately drawn to your pussy, the smell of your blood making them drool. Some are pushing your panties to the side the second you start your period, knowing before you do. They become attached to your pussy, and possibly save some of your blood for later once they’ve had their fill. They especially love to save your cum that’s mixed with period blood, finding the taste exquisite.

Mermen get extremely protective during this time, afraid you’ll attract some underwater predator that thinks you’re easy prey becuase you’re bleeding. They’ll get horny, but are more focused on protecting than procreating. They will slip into you and sing to you as they fill you will cum, though!

Androids are immediately worried, fussing over you as they scan your body to check your health status. They give you medicine, keep you in bed, and fuck their fingers into you to help soothe your bloody cunt. They sink their synthetic cock into you, claiming it’s to help with your pain, but really they just want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours and hear you mewl like never before.

Nagas stay coiled around you, struggling to understand your strange body and why they feel so horny and protective over you during this time. It makes them anxious, and they’re extra clingy as you keep their cock warm. They’re strangely fascinated by the way blood oozes from your pussy while they bounce you lightly, and definitely end up tasting it. They get addicted to it, now you have a needy, pussy drunk naga on your hands. At least it makes you feel better to cum while you’re cramping…

Incubi/demons of course become sex crazed, and you don’t get much rest while they’re keeping you pinned down. Your pussy is always puffy and abused during this time, and they lick up every last drop of your blood, seeing it as a sign that you’re healthy and ready to make love and produce offspring. After your period they become the clingiest, most doting partners ever and feel kind of bad that they went insane while you were menstruating.

Kaan - M Naga x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: NSFW/Lemon; back again with mentions of fae deals, fluff, intimacy (nuzzling for warmth, cuddling), brief kissing, receiving oral (+ forked tongue), orgasm denial, ingested venom/aphrodisiac (consensual), penetrative sex + handjob (he’s a naga… so, double)

Wordcount: 3408

“Tropemas” Summary: while caring for the naga in hibernation, snowfall worsens overnight, leaving you stranded in his cave

Notes: TROPEMAS!! #1, the beautiful cliché of being trapped in together during a snowstorm!

Masterlist // “Tropemas” Masterlist

Snowfall came too early this year; weeks too early, before the scarves and blankets were finished and berries picked. No honey was ready yet to trade with the fae for their blessed fruits so on a foolish promise - really, you ought to have known better than to trust fae, no matter how long you’d traded with them - you swore to return with a trade worthy of their trust as you rushed into the already snow-laden woods.

The two hours wasted trekking up steep slopes and struggling against growing branches snagging on your thinning, woollen layers wasn’t a favourable way to spend your time, definitely not in wintertime. Though the journey was horrendous, weighed down by a heavy bag of half-finished gifts and a hamper of logs and food, the cave peeking out of the cliffs warmed you against imminent frostbite.

Hibernation hadn’t come yet, if the large boulder propped against the cave entrance was any indication. Dim flames warmed the inner cave as you struggled to roll the rock back, where it would be sealed once his season of hibernation really began.

It was so dark the sprawled coils nearly tripped you. Whiter than the dirtied snow falling slowly beyond the cliff, the white naga laid well outside of his nest of old furs and blankets; most gifted from you. His scales reflected the odd amber of fire, tinting long, wispy hair against his pillow.

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Let’s get fluffy! Bathing with s/o headcanons for our best bois and gal!

characters: Alois Leblanc, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona Nausikáa, Aphaeleon

notes: I love fluff!!

. * ⋆ . · 　. ALOIS LEBLANC

Alois is so attentive to you when you bathe together! He'll lather and rinse your hair for you, taking extra care to massage your scalp, he'll scoop the hot water over you and kiss along your shoulders. The bathroom will be lit up with scented candles and he's probably added some petals from the rose garden just to really make you feel tended to, he wants you to know just how much he cares.

If you want to return the favour, he'll just love to have you in his lap so he can look at you while you take care of him. Give his face little kisses in this time and he might just melt. He'll definitely want to stay in the water with you until it's cold, likely humming melodies to you while he caresses your skin.

There are towels on a rack by the fire so that they're nice and warm by the time you get out and he'll insist on wrapping you up all warm before the two of you snuggle up in bed together. One of Alois favourite things to do with you is to have you brush his long, white hair so please do it while it's drying out!

. * ⋆ . · 　. NASANA

Nasana's a bit big for the bathtub so you two go to the hot springs instead! He'll guide you into the water where the depth is the best and safest and he'll keep you close with his tail.

He'll help to brush out your hair and will want to hold you close in the warmth of the water and if you return the favour by cleaning his tail? You might as well be asking for his hand in marriage, he loves the feeling of you helping him clean up and for you to be so attentive as to do all of his tail, especially considering how long it is? Yeah, it has him some kind of way.

He misses the warmth of the water when you're out so all he wants to do is cuddle up with you afterwards!

. * ⋆ . · 　. TAKESHI

This is something the two of you do quite often as it's one of the ways Takeshi feels like he can take care of you. He'll insist on washing your hair and your back and massaging your shoulders, your arms, your calves and thighs. He really wants you to just melt into his touch.

If you help him wash his tails you'll really have him in awe. He loves how careful and attentive your touch is and especially your dedication in conditioning all that fur for him, how it shows how you love him so much to care like this.

The two of you will end up in the kitchen afterwards, cooking together while he pulls you into hugs and presses kisses all over your face or to the top of your head!

. * ⋆ . · 　. DESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA

She does have a bathtub but it's not very big and it's honestly quite a squeeze so she shows you the pools that are a bit further into her mine-converted-home where the miners broke into a spring and flooded one of the chambers, filling the rocky pools. Her family before her thought they'd made perfect pools for bathing and so they polished them all up and now it really is a bath chamber from a fairy tale book! It almost feels wrong for her to be in water and not have her tail and so she'll switch out her legs for what her lower half truly looks like when she's in here with you.

She loves taking care of you! So, like Takeshi, she'll want to wash you and massage you and she'll even sing to you too! She has the voice of a siren (ha) and the echoes in the chamber make it sound even better. If you insist on returning the favour (which will take some convincing bc she wants to look after you) then she'll just love it if you help her to wash her wings!

She wants to curl up by a fireplace with you after as the two of you are bundled in robes and towels while she tells you all about how precious and cute you are! Sleepy snuggles are a must.

. * ⋆ . · 　. APHAELEON

He often helps to bathe you bc he likes taking care of his little saint but when he joins you it's even better! He has to switch to his human form to get in the tub with you (many wings, many eyes otherwise) and he loves how your body just melts against his. He helps you to wash your hair as he usually does and he caresses your face and presses little kisses all over it while murmuring sweet things in Enochian to you, sighing constantly at how good it feels to have your skin pressed to his in the warm water.

If you wash his hair for him he might just die and go to heaven all over again. Aphae can be very particular about his hair (humans seem to love it and if it's a trait that people admire then it's a trait that he really likes) but he'll let you wash it for him because he just loves and trusts you so much! Maybe this is the instance where you're then in his lap and you take his arms in your hands so that you can softly kiss each eye tattoo he has in this form. He watches you in utter awe and it's an image he'll burn into his endless archive of a mind.

Afterwards, he'll likely cuddle up with you while the two of you watch TV or something (he quite likes TV, it fascinates him how humans can watch other humans put on performances from anywhere at any time they like!). He'll shift back to his humanoid form so that he can cuddle you with them.

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A great read for the bout of insomnia at 2 am 😩

10/10 would fixate on again

Had this posted on my quotev for a while so I figured I’d start moving some of my monster characters x reader inserts over here.💖

The Gray; Aziel (half Naga) x Female reader

Trigger Warning: Angst/Comfort/Smut. This chapter contains brief mentions of insomnia and insecurity. Proceed with caution if this could be triggering to you. It is still comfort though!

Contains smut! 18+. Minors do not interact. All characters in this are over 21. Lots of praise, kinda hard Dom at times?, spitting kink, multiple orgasms, oral (female receiving)

Time moves slowly for you. Three hours of sleep feels like ten, and you can’t bring yourself to close your eyes again despite the charcoal sky staring at you from just outside your window. Sighing, you glide your palm across the creamy cotton sheets of your shared bed and frown at the empty space next to you. You’ve grown so accustomed to Aziel’s new work schedule — which allows him to be at home at night and early mornings now — that you can’t seem to relax without him. 

Giving up on the idea of sleep, you roll to your side to check the time on the phone. 2:37 A.M. You’ve only been asleep for three hours, and Aziel won’t be home for another two hours at least seeing as he’s covering a shift for one of his sick workers. You can’t bring yourself to bother him, knowing he gets concerned when you don’t sleep enough. He even supported you in transitioning to a job that allows you to work from home, hoping it would give you more time to have a routine sleep schedule. Not that it worked, of course. At best, it just allows you to take breaks when you become too tired to stare at your computer screen. You’re thankful you don’t have to work today, at least. 

The apartment is silent as you stroll lazily from the bedroom to the kitchen. Vines hang from the potted plants at the entrance to your destination, an addition of Aziel’s suggestion that took a while to get used to. It isn’t that you dislike the cottagecore vibe of your boyfriend’s place. Various herbs hang in containers from the ceiling, flowers are situated at every corner, and vines greet you at each doorway. It’s beautiful, really, but it’s so foreign to you. Amidst all of the effortless, natural beauty, you feel out of place somehow. 

Sighing, you drag your fingertips across the freshly cleaned marble counters. They slide easily across the surface until they tap against a ceramic mug. Aziel must have known you wouldn’t be able to sleep, seeing as how he left out materials to make your favorite tea. You smile at the subtle display of affection, taking advantage of the convenience and brewing a small cup. You just barely get yourself settled into the couch, tapping at the remote to select one of your comfort shows, before the door of your apartment clicks open. 

Those golden rimmed glasses are just a touch out of place, hanging a bit too far down his nose. His hair, usually slicked back, is disheveled as if he’s been raking his fingers through it all night. His white dress shirt situated beneath his jacket has a small coffee tinted stain on it, and yet, he’s the picture of ethereal. He’s regal without trying just like everything else in his life aside from you, though you feel a tinge of bitterness at your one sided belief.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” Aziel asks with a sad, knowing smile as he drapes his jacket across the arm of the couch. Your downturned expression doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and his own snake-like eyes narrow worryingly. You’re not even looking at him anymore, gaze focused on your own legs tucked beneath your body. “Love?” 

“Sorry,” you reply suddenly, snapping your head up to meet his stare. “I just…” Your voice trails off as the words fail to appear. You’re not sure what to say or what you should say. Why are you with me? Am I really good enough for you? You’ve asked him those questions enough. He’s probably grown tired of your insecurities, of trying to reassure you when your mind runs away with the thought of everything you lack compared to him, or at least what you perceive to lack.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks softly. The couch dips when he lowers himself next to you. The scent of the coffee shop has latched onto him, and while he claims he hates it sometimes, you can’t seem to stop inhaling the sweet aroma. “Do you wanna try to sleep some more?” He asks when he realizes you’re not going to answer his first question. 

You shake your head, allowing yourself to fall against his side. He’s warm. He’s always been warm despite his reptilian side. Part of you feels guilty when you think about your own insecurities compared to his. You recall the way he insisted he would eat in the back room of his own coffee shop the first time you met. You remember the nervous, fearful gleam of his vertically slanted eyes when his sister introduced the two of you. And when he opened up to you about how much he had been bullied in his youth and even adulthood, you remember the way his strong voice faltered just slightly. So really, who were you to feel depressed compared to him? 

“Hey.” Aziel brushes his fingertips over your cheek, flattening his palm against the flesh and maneuvering your face so he can see you. “Where is your mind wandering off to, love? Did I do something to upset you?” 

It’s the final breaking point; his sympathy and determination to help you takes over. The way he believes it’s his responsibility to carry your burdens only increases your guilt, though you know he only does it because you do the same for him. An equally supportive relationship should be something to treasure, but you’re too wrapped up in the idea that you’re not pulling your own weight. 

“You’re crying,” he whispers with a frown, thumb rubbing beneath your eye to wipe away the liquid. “Please talk to me.” 

“I’m tired,” you finally manage to speak hoarsely. “I just don’t understand why you’re putting up with me, I guess. Aren't you tired of me, too?” 

Aziel’s eyes widen briefly before his brows lower in a sympathetic gaze. “Put up with you?” He softly whispers your statement, the hurt evident in his tone. “Tired of you? I adore you. Whatever your mind is telling you right now is not true.”

You know he’s right. Deep down, you know your mind is making false scenarios, accusing the gentle man of having negative emotions he would never even dream of possessing. Still, it doesn’t make it any easier to snap yourself out of this slump, especially when you’re functioning with barely any sleep. 

“I know,” you sigh, pressing your face deeper into his palm. “I’m sorry. I know. I’m just being insecure and silly. I just…”

“It’s not silly,” Aziel defends without being prompted. “Everyone needs a little extra assurance sometimes, and I’m more than happy to give that to you.” The pads of his fingertips are feather-light against your skin as he gazes down at you, palm sliding across your cheek until it rests on your jawline. Every few seconds, his thumb brushes at the corner of your lip as if he’s asking for permission to kiss you. As if he needs to do something so respectful. He treats you like a secret treasure he’s just discovered, hesitant to take it because of his own morality. 

You know that’s how he thinks. You understand he doesn’t want to take advantage of the situation, and his touch has only pure intentions. He’s never forced himself on you, never approached you in a sexual manner unless he had some type of hint from you first. But something about the way his thumb pauses at your lip, discreetly tugging at the flesh, sends electricity through your body.

You can tell he’s trying to decipher your body language, contemplate if it’s truly okay to lean in and steal a kiss. You’re just as conflicted, feeling guilty for wanting him to prove how much he cares for you. He already does it so much, through the little things he does for you like bringing you tea or special sweets just because he knows you like them. You’re appreciative of it, truly, but you want something different, something you’re afraid to ask for. It’s carnal, lustful. It makes your skin burn just thinking about how special you feel when he touches you. No matter how it sounds, his love and affection — a special brand of sensual comfort only he can provide — is what you need the most right now, but you’re so nervous to request it.

“You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, swallowing thickly. “And I don’t just mean some superficial beauty. Inside and out, you’re just…breathtaking.” He’s nervous too, the softness and wavering of his voice a subtle sign he gives when he’s unsure of himself. It’s not that he doubts his statement. By all accounts, you can tell he honestly believes you’re the most ‘gorgeous’ person he’s interacted with. There’s something else, though. There’s something strangely sensual about the way his unique eyes keep switching from your lips to your neck, and then settle again on your eyes. He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, though he ultimately presses his lips together in silence. 

“What?” You urge breathlessly. It’s funny, the way you’re already gasping when nothing has even happened yet. Maybe it’s the anticipation of his next move. Maybe it’s your imagination running wild with thoughts of his hands roaming across your body. You just want to be utterly, undeniably drunk on him, on his touch, on his voice. You need him, and the feeling crashes into you so suddenly it’s dizzying. 

His lips spread into a shy smile before they part in an airy laugh. He dips his head forward to hide his nervous laugh, and when he lifts it up again, he tilts his head slightly to the back and side. His teeth tug at his lip just enough for you to see the snakelike fangs propped against plump flesh. “I just really want to kiss you right now,” he breathes out softly.

It’s your weakness. That soft, airy laugh and his sharp jawline on full display are the final breaking points. He knows it, knows how much you love seeing his teeth for the simple reminder of the way they feel when they pierce your skin. And you can’t bring yourself to say no even in a teasing manner. “Then do it.”

And oh he does. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his until you can smell the floral tea and honey on his breath. You know he means to test your patience, but you ran out of such a feeling so long ago that you close the rest of the distance. It’s embarrassing how eagerly you kiss him, swinging your leg over his in a straddling position and instantly clenching the fabric of his button up shirt in your fists. You need him all at once, and you truly think you might fall apart if you don’t get him soon. 

“Slow down, sweetheart,” he whispers with another airy laugh, tickling your lips as he breaks away only an inch. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? Just let me take care of you for now.”

Right. Because he works slowly, urging you to treasure every touch. And despite how much you need him already, you submit to his request.

Aziel smiles at the way you relax in his hold, sliding his fingertips across your forearms and pulling them around his neck. He gives no warning before he stands with you cradled safely in his arms. Your destination is no mystery as he takes slow, steady steps away from the living room, and when you enter the bedroom, he places you on the bed with the same amount of tenderness as before. 

“Is this okay?” He asks, hovering over your body and nudging your nose lightly with his. A few strands of his hair have fallen forward, escaped from their usual slicked back form. The soft, black pieces tickle your forehead enough to elicit a tiny giggle, the sound bouncing happily in the confines of Aziel’s mind. And oh, what he wouldn’t give to listen to it forever. The things he would do or say to keep that smile in place because you deserve to be so happy, so incredibly cared for. “What is it?” He whispers, a sudden spark of anxiousness invading his body when you stare at him with a peculiar expression.

“It’s just…when you look at me like that, — like you’re simultaneously ready to ravish me and pamper me all at once — my brain shuts off.” You giggle again, shocked at your own cliche words. It’s true, though. The duality of his expression is dizzying, because you can see the fiery, carnal need to claim every part of you. You can’t miss the hungry gleam of his slanted pupils as they dart across your figure in an attempt to find the perfect teasing point, the breaking point that will leave you squirming and writhing beneath him. And yet, there’s also such a softness to him. You feel it in his hesitancy to begin until you offer clear consent. You see it in the way his wandering eyes always end up back on your face to read your comfort level. You taste in the way his kisses begin tender, slow and sensual until you actively beg him for something stronger. 

Aziel doesn’t respond immediately, at least not verbally. He smiles down at you, the same soft expression you’ve grown to love during times like this. It’s only when he dips his head lower to your shoulder that you begin to tremble, anticipating his next move. His fingers brush against your heated skin as they lower the sleeve of your nightshirt, exposing you enough to press warm kisses over the area. His hair tickles your jawline as his lips travel upwards, leaving burning wet patches in their wake. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the area directly below your ear, which he kisses sloppily so you can feel his forked tongue teasing at your skin. “Why can’t I do both?” His hot breath whispers against your ear, making your thighs press together in search of friction. “Why can’t I make my girl cry because of how good she feels? You know I love it when that happens.” 

A switch has flipped within him, and it urges you to arch your back submissively. You mumble his name pleadingly, praying it’s enough to give him the consent he needs. It isn’t. His palm lightly touches the side of your neck, thumb exerting light pressure that has you leaning your head back to expose yourself to him. “Come on, sweetheart,” he urges airily, still whispering in your ear. “Use your words.” 

“God Aziel, just touch me already,” you whine pitifully. Your fingers tug at the buttons of his shirt, wishing you could just rip it apart. As it is, your hands are shaking too much to take apart more than a few buttons, though Aziel’s large hand gently pushes yours away, and in a matter of seconds, he’s stripped both of you down to your underwear. 

His lips trail across your jawline, whispering incoherent praises before his tongue slides out to torture your neck. It’s a torturous process, sharp fangs pricking at your neck followed by his hot tongue soothing the marks you’re sure he’s made. You arch your body up once more, trying so desperately to find friction for the growing problem between your legs. Aziel merely slaps the side of your thigh, a small sting serving as a warning to remain still until he’s finished. You can only let out a defeated whimper when he turns his attention to your breasts. He pinches one hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger, rolling and twisting it agonizingly slowly. The other is suddenly assaulted by his mouth, quick bites and lashes of his tongue a stark contrast to the slow ministrations of his fingers. You can feel the wetness soaking through your panties as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together. Something, anything to soothe the throbbing ache. 

Aziel pulls away from your breast with a soft pop, smirking at the abused flesh. Slanted eyes dart to your own in wordless reassurance before he pulls his body away from yours, exiting the bed and leaving you shivering. You can’t decide if it’s a curse or a blessing, now freely rubbing your thighs together to alleviate your throbbing clit but scowling at the distance he’s created. You wonder briefly if he means to toy with you, leave you needy and alone while he laughs, but you quickly remind yourself that he would never be that cruel even in the bedroom. And when he kneels at the foot of the bed as if it’s an altar, you bite your lip and gaze at him with a hungry, lustful expression. 

He doesn’t give you another chance to search for friction as he grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. The moment his eyes land on your soaked panties, Aziel smirks proudly. “Baby made a mess, huh?” He purrs, lips pressed against the soft flesh of your thigh. “Are you a little needy today? Want me to take care of you?” 

You’re too far gone to be embarrassed, nodding your head and whining. Aziel lets out a pleased chuckle as his thumb rubs over your clothed slit, just barely enough to tease you. When you let out a desperate moan of his name, he takes pity on you and slides the ruined clothing down your legs. His mouth is on you before you even have the chance to beg, long forked tongue sliding from your pussy to your clit in a hungry attempt to collect all of your juices. The low moan he lets out vibrates against your throbbing bundle of nerves, but his torture doesn’t end there. Without warning, he sucks your clit into his mouth and prods at your entrance with one of his fingers. Slowly, he slides a finger inside, moaning again at the feeling of how wet and eager you are for him. One more finger quickly joins the first as they slide in and out of you, slowly, torturously until he feels your hand tangling in his hair. 

“Aziel,” you whimper, trying and failing to control the way your hips buck against his face. It’s so good, he’s too good. His fingers pump in and out of you harder now, curling until they hit that spot that has you begging for more. One final flick of his tongue against your clit, and he pulls his face away from you to replace his tongue with his thumb. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He whispers, thumb rubbing hard fast circles against you. 

“I’m gonna…” You don’t have the chance to finish your sentence before he adds a third finger to the mix. With one more curl of his fingers, your orgasm crashes over you. Your hips buck dangerously hard against Aziel’s hand as he helps you ride the wave of pleasure, praising your sweet moans and finger fucking you until you’re pushing his hand away from the overstimulation. 

“You’re always such a good girl, so needy and desperate for me,” Aziel groans in an animalistic tone as he shoves his boxers down. His cock, long and thick, slaps against his abdomen, leaving a wet smear thanks to the precum leaking out. “God you’re so fucking hot when you cum.” he mumbles, kneeling on the bed so that he hovers over you once more. “Wanna see it again.” 

There’s no teasing or hesitation this time. He shoves his cock into your aching pussy so quickly, forcefully, it pushes you up the bed. With a dominant growl, he grabs your hips and yanks you back to him. His strong, hard thrusts rip moans from your lips, and he can’t stop the smirk that spreads across his face when you expose your neck to him. 

Your eyes flutter back when Aziel’s large hand trails up your torso to wrap around your throat. He squeezes just enough to make black spots swarm in your vision, leaning forward so that your bodies press impossibly close to each other. With every thrust, his grip on your neck tightens briefly as he brushes against your clit, threatening to send you over the edge once more. 

“Oh fuck,” he hisses when you unintentionally clench around him. “You feel so good, sweetheart. Your pussy is always so wet and tight for me. Feels so good.” His hand releases its hold on your neck, fingers gripping your chin as his thumb pulls at your lower lip. “Open your mouth, baby.”

You don’t even think before you stick your tongue out for him, too lost in the pleasure of his dick hitting that spot every single time he thrusts. When his saliva falls onto your tongue, you leave it there for a while before you let it slide into your mouth. You want all of him, all at once, and when his hand slides down to rub your abused clit, you clench around him once more. 

“Gonna cum again?” He asks with a moan. “You gonna cum on my cock? I’m all yours baby. Cum with me, fuck! Please!” He’s getting close too if his rapid thrusts are any indication. He’s massaging your clit so quickly, wet, sinful noises swimming in the air and mingling with both of your moans. You can hear the way his hips snap into yours, the way your pussy squelches with every thrust. It’s so much, too much all of the sudden, and your second orgasm falls on you without warning. You see black and white dots dancing around you, your body suddenly too hot to be comfortable. It hurts, but god it hurts so good. 

“Fuck!” Aziel groans as your walls tighten around him, thrusting two more times before he’s spilling every ounce of his seed into you. “Fuck,” he whispers again, body trembling as he tries to come down from the high of his climax. He gently lowers himself to your side, pulling you against his chest and rubbing your sweat soaked hair away from your face. The kisses he peppers against your forehead are tender, loving. They’re a reminder of his gentle side that precedes and follows his dominant one. “I love you,” he whispers sweetly. “Always, unconditionally. You understand that?” 

“Yeah,” you whisper breathlessly, a hazy smile spreading across your face. “I love you too.” And though all of your insecurities haven’t vanished, you truly believe him, because only Aziel can travel into the gray and bring you back to the world of color.

What can I say... I have a weakness for snakes. Nagas are even better

Oh absolutely. Snakes are so pretty and cool but give them a hot human top half too? Not to mention nagas have two dicks like come on

Nasana with a reader with big thighs >:)

✩⋆ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Nasana

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ahem as someone skinny but with big n squishy thighs, this should be fun to write hehehe-

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: suggestiveness, biting, 16+

. * ⋆ . · 　. NASANA

✭ Nasana has a thing for your legs without a doubt. In the same way that you're fascinated by his tail, he's fascinated by your legs - especially your thighs.

✭ when he cuddles you, half the time he will quite literally pounce on you and you can't get away because he's already coiled his tail around you, slipping it between your legs to wrap around your thighs and squeeze just enough to feel the squish of your soft flesh.

✭ prepare for some of the strangest cuddle positions because if this naga isn't resting his head on your lap, he has his face in between your thighs just to feel the softness and warmth of your thighs against his cheeks while his arms are wrapped around your legs and his tails coiled around your waist once or twice to hold you in place.

✭ bites. Lots of bites. White-lipped pythons are very nippy and so when he has his head on your lap - or more often than not in your lap - he likes to sink his fangs into you and clean you up by lapping his long, forked tongue against the loving bite until the two of you will get up where he will properly clean it for you.

✭ sometimes it feels like he's just doing it to tease you when you feel his cool skin pressed against the inside of your thighs, his slow breath fanning across your skin and yet he makes no move to do anything, he's just enjoying the warmth of your thighs and the way they squish around his head and under his hands. But, in reality, he just really likes your legs.

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Day 6. Monster-kinktober: Extra appendages + Cuckolding/Threesome

A/N: Hi there! So, for extra appendages I think it was mandatory to add a good hemi-peen situation. Enjoy!

Satyr x naga x fem!human || hemi-peen, double penetration (maybe triple), cuckholding, humiliation, (light) dom/sub, sharing is caring, dirty talk, praise kink (light)

When your boyfriend told you about his cuckhold fantasy, you were confused, but when he said the one acting it out with you would be the naga next door… You said yes way faster than he expected. You would feel bad about it, but you knew it turned him on, knowing that other monsters made you hotter than he did. Knowing you were wet just thinking about your next door naga’s dicks.

Both of you were equally surprised when you approached him and asked about it. He accepted pretty easily, curling his tail around your body and groping your boobs right there and then. Your boyfriend whimpered, and so did you, his strong scaled hands so different from your furry satyr’s ones, and the pressure of his tail around your body was making you lose all sense of normality. You wanted to fall to your knees right there and suck him off until he came all over your face so your boyfriend had to lick it off your face.

But he didn’t do any of that.

He undressed you slowly and groped your human body until he was satisfied and you were so wet your juices traveled down your thighs, making a mess. He laughed at your pathetic boyfriend for not being able to say anything to that, a tent forming in his pants. He called you a good girl, and you whimpered, blushing hard. But he didn’t make you come, he didn’t do anything else that day, just kissed you goodbye and patted your ass. Then he made you walk to your apartment naked, your satyr on your tail. (Thankfully nobody saw, but the prospect of somebody seeing made you so wet…) You made your boyfriend fuck you as soon as the door closed, but you knew it wasn’t enough… and so did he.

Not two days later, you were eagerly waiting for the knock on the door, and when he finally appeared, your knees almost gave up under you, your pussy tingling with anticipation. He didn’t even say hello before he was grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to the bedroom, your boyfriend rushing behind you two.

And that’s how you found yourself on your knees, a cock buried in your pussy and another one in your asshole, your neighbor naga pounding into you. Your boyfriend was a pathetic mess across the room, his eyes pleading and soft whimpers escaping his mouth at every thrust from behind you. Your naga boyfriend held you by the hair, pulling your head up so you could stare into your satyr’s eyes as he fucked you senseless. It was weirdly arousing to see your pathetic boyfriend as someone else fucked both of your holes. It was hot, and exhilarating. You were in cloud nine.

“Look at her, you pathetic bug. Look at her face, she looks like she’s enjoying herself, isn’t she? Of course she is. I’m filling her better than you ever could.” The naga said as your boyfriend whimpered, his hand furiously rubbing over his clothed dick. Your mouth was open, unable to form words as he thrust inside of you. “Do we let him come?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “Nah… I don’t think he deserves it.” He was basically talking to himself, his thrusts relentless. “Should we torture him a bit more, darling?” You nodded and groan when he hit a good spot inside of you. “Pathetic bug, come to bed, on your knees in front of her,” he instructed. Your boyfriend did as he was told without complaining, his dick hard and leaking profusely. “Feed her, she seems hungry. Aren’t you, darling?” You nodded again, desperately, your mouth watering at the sight of your satyr’s dick right in front of your face. He didn’t move, though, and the naga didn’t like that at all. “Can’t you even listen, you stupid satyr? I said feed her,” he ordered, an edge of danger in his tone.

You shivered at his words, and your boyfriend quickly moved forward until his dick was close enough to suck it. You threw yourself at him, but the naga fucking you relentlessly didn’t allow that. He stopped you with a hand on your head, pulling at your hair in a way that made your pussy clench and his rhythm stutter. You wanted to grin, but his next thrust was even harder, making your eyes cross as he hit your G-spot. You screamed his name and he laughed cruelly.

“You aren’t in control either, darling. I like you better than him, but here I’m the one giving orders, are we clear?” You both nodded, your combined whimpers sounding pathetic over the sounds of skin slapping skin as he thrust inside of you. “That’s better, good girl,” he praised, making you groan. He took advantage of your open mouth and thrust inside of you with such force you fell forward and your boyfriend’s dick ended up in your mouth. “Just like that, suck him… but don’t let him come,” he warned. You nodded and started bobbing your head up and down frantically. All your holes were full of dick, and your brain couldn’t process more sensations.

You were completely cock-drunk.

The dicks and thrusts combined into a big mess of emotions and sensations, you didn’t know where you ended and they started. You didn’t know what time it was or who you were, you only knew you had never felt so full and you were about to explode. You groaned around the dick in your mouth, your eyes closing with the intensity of your pleasure as the naga behind you slapped your ass and pinched your nipple, the edge of pain driving you insane. And when he finally rubbed your clit, you exploded into a thousand pieces and pushed your satyr boyfriend away as you screamed the naga’s name. Not two seconds later you felt your holes being filled with warm come, and it only drove you wilder.

When it all ended, your neighbor was covering your body with his, his long tail curled around your middle, both of you breathing hard. “That was phenomenal, I bet he couldn’t make you come that hard…” He whispered against your ear, you giggled, turning around to look back at him and shook your head. He was right. “Of course he couldn’t, he’s just a pathetic loser. Look at him darling, he’s right there jerking off because he’s so lame he enjoys his girl being played by others… Tsk.” He sighed. “Do you think he deserves to come now?” You were about to say yes when something inside of you lighted up.

“N- no,” you whispered, your throat raw. Your boyfriend whimpered, and the naga laughed. “I- I’m still messy, he should clean your cum off my holes…” You said, shy all of sudden.

The naga looked at you with a proud expression, smirking. “That’s a great idea, you are such a good girl,” he praised. “Come here, loser. Clean her so we can have a second round,” he ordered. “And don’t you dare come before I say so,” he added, making you shiver in anticipation at the prospect of another round. Your holes were still tender, but you wanted him inside of you… you could deal with soreness tomorrow either way.

Now I know we all love it when the boys (and girls and everything in between and beyond) go absolutely feral for us, it's amazing, top quality, never fails to make me weak

But I would like to propose a concept: how would your ocs react to reader going feral for them? Like "I just wanna talk to them *loads shotgun*" levels of feral

I just feel like we all would be very willing to throw hands for our babies just as much as they would be willing to do the same for us (I know I am very willing to do that)

characters: Alois Leblanc, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona Nausikáa, Aphaeleon, Va'ariniel, Taruqu'inel

notes: omg I absolutely love writing badass/feral y/ns! I hit a bit of a writer's block with this one tho so I stuck to the original trio

. * ⋆ . · 　. ALOIS LEBLANC

✭ Alois had had to take you to a soirée/ meeting of sorts within the night court as circumstances made him unable to leave you in the care of the estate's servants. He's not stupid though and is fully aware of the danger of bringing you, a human, to a manor full of vampires and so you were covered in some silver jewellery that he had ordered to be delivered. Yes, he was very upset that this also meant constant distance between you and him but it was a safety precaution.

✭ You were quick to see just how brutal politics could be in the night court and could certainly feel all the hostile and jealous glares shot your way. Who were you? a mortal to court the last heir of the powerful Leblanc family? You were very thankful for the protective blanket that your jewellery served as. One vampiress in particular didn't wish to spare you a second glance, deeming you unworthy of her attention as she continually flirted with Alois and pressed him for a marriage alliance between his house and her own.

✭ Obviously, he turned down each of her advances and she seemed to grow desperate as her flirting turned to threats - how those of her house were many and Alois was one. You refused to continue standing by and both vampires soon found out about what had been weighing in your pocket: a large pair of silver scissors in a sheath, styled after a medieval dagger. One of the maids on the Leblanc estate had very carefully given it to you as she warned you what the nobles of the night court could be like. Alois didn't think he could possibly love you more as you, his mortal, his sunlight, stood protectively between him and this vampiress, armoured in silver like some dainty knight and poising silver blades against she who had just been threatening him.

. * ⋆ . · 　. NASANA

✭ Nasana was being challenged by another male naga in the area and he had told you to flee to the nearby river for safety where he said he would collect you once all was done. However, while this wasn't the first time that Nasana had been challenged for his territory, it was the first time he had ordered you to flee instead of stay in his home. It was enough to tell you that this particular naga was a genuine match for Nasana.

✭ So, instead of fleeing to the river, you had collected your bow, filled your quiver and taken to the treetops where you would be far and sheltered enough. You watched from above as the Naga - an eastern corn snake naga judging by his markings - challeneged Nasana, your dark lover standing tall and yet you knew him well enough to see that he lacked the usual prideful confidence that he often possessed in these challenges. You watched as the opposing Naga's tail coiled, likely preparing to shoot forward and that's when you made your move.

✭ "I have an arrow aimed at your head, don't you dare move! This is my act of mercy as I am the naga's mate in this territory and therefore this challenge is as much mine as it is his. I have the choice to kill you where you stand and yet I am commanding you to leave and never return. Make your choice: disobey me and it will be your end." Nasana's slitted eyes widened as they blindly searched the green blur of the treetops. Clever little mate, you were using the naga's short-sightedness against him so that he would not be able to determine where you were. Nasana turned to face his challenger with a grin that was as smug as it was enamoured.

"You heard my mate: leave."

. * ⋆ . · 　. TAKESHI

✭ Takeshi couldn't typically stand zenkos on the best of days but he had needed to travel to a nearby active shrine after being accused of causing trouble in the area. He was beyond angry and insulted, fully aware that these investigating zenkos were suspecting him based only on a centuries-outdated reputation and his nature as a nogitsune.

✭ You had insisted on going along with him for support, not wanting him to go alone to a place where, not only was he being accused of something he was not guilty of, he was being accused by people who felt a sense of superiority over him. Takeshi was not the sort to openly show his emotions but you knew well that he suffers from how people see - and consequently treat - him as a nogitsune.

✭ You sat through the trial of sorts that Takeshi was made to sit through by these zenkos and you had to bite your tongue to hold back your anger. Everything they did, down to the very language they used, was done as a means to belittle your lover and once they started bringing up his past, you couldn't take it anymore and insisted on providing his alibi as you had been with him the whole time. Takeshi is rarely at a loss for words but he was stunned to see you take a stand against these divine beings, truly giving them a sophisticated tongue-lashing and partaking in the dangerous dance that was this trial. He truly couldn't stop looking at you with utterly love-struck eyes as the two of you left, his name cleared of suspicion.

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