“You been letting other men touch this pussy?”

Delirious, you answer with a garbled no.

Toji’s chuckle is mean and condescending, and the dastardly sound shoots straight to your pulsing clit. You cream even more around his massive cock, which stretches you out beyond imagination.

“’course not. This tight,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust!, “cunt,” thrust!, squelch!, squeeeelch!,“only wants me, doesn’t it?” He looks down to where you’re sinfully connected, tongue wetting his bottom lip at the sight of the glistening white ring around his base. “Yeah, doll. Missed you too. Don’t worry, gorgeous -hngh, fuck- g-gonna take care of ya, alright? Sarge’s gonna fuck you real good. You want that, ma?”

“No,” you moan, ass rocking back into his pelvis, chasing the fullness. “Want Toji to fuck me.” A sudden whine escapes you; you swear his cock just got even bigger.

He hooks a thumb into your other hole, keeping you so full you can’t think of anyone but him. Toji drawls, “You got it, babygirl. Just don't be complainin’ when you’re too sore to lift a finger tomorrow.”

“Whatever, you’ll do everything for me anyway.”

Toji grins. “Damn right.”

His hips are relentless — pummelling into your pussy with no mercy, no respect, no consideration for how many orgasms he’s already rammed out of you. Nothing matters more to him than feeling every part of your body, both outside and inside: not the fact that you’re both drowning in sweat, not the stickiness of your combined juices, and especially not the creak in his bones warning him he should be resting, not fucking his wife into the next year.

Reunion sex always turns out like this: rough and messy and ruled by pure, animalistic instinct. Making love and cuddling come later—when you’re too tired to keep your eyes open, when your stomachs are grumbling, and the light filtering through the curtains shifts from streetlight to sunrise.

Hickeys and bite marks litter both your skins. You love covering his new scars with them — something about pretending he hadn’t been somewhere terrifying, doing things he’d never be able to speak of to another soul again, wondering if he’d ever see you.

Most times, he tires himself out and ends up dozing off on your tits or your back, drooling and still balls-deep inside you. Sometimes, however…sometimes he overstimulates himself into an absolute emotional trainwreck.

“Oh god, baby,” he rasps, scarred lips grazing the curve of your neck, tasting the salt on your skin. “I missed ya. Missed you so -hah-fucking much. Thought I’d —fuck, loosen up for me, baby, gonna make me cum too soon— t-thought I’d lose my mind without you. You ain’t mad at me, are ya mama? Ain’t gonna leave, right? Don’t know -ngh- what I’d do without you, baby. God, never gonna -hic!- leave you again. Promise, gorgeous. Ah s-shit, gonna cum.”

Maybe he cries into your hair. Maybe he doesn’t. Whatever the case, he’s here. He’s home. And he’s holding you like you might slip away.

That's all that matters.

Yearner!Toji... an underrated art

Older wolf!hybrid roomate that lets you stay rent free as long as he can grope and fondle your tits every once in a while uninterrupted.

He’s gotten to the age where he’s not really interested in going out to meet new people. He’s content getting to take one of your nipples into into his mouth and jerk off while you scroll on your phone.

If you let him fuck your tits he’ll even pay for your nails and groceries for the month. Licking the tip or letting him cum on your face means he’ll treat you to a trip out of town.

You’ve let him fuck your doughy thighs once and he made a mess all over them almost immediately…

He wouldn’t call himself your sugar daddy. He’s not exactly rich and doesn’t pamper you like he wants to, but you’re taken care of and he’s grown quite fond of you.

He’s been saving up so he can knot that pretty, fat cunt of yours at some point… he just doesn’t know you’d let him do it for free if he just asked.

Kitsune God that falls obsessively in love with you

He has a shrine that has long since abadoned until you a lone mortal came passing by one day. You saw the small little shrine and felt sorry for all the weeds that seemed to be creeping around the statue of a fox.

You carefully pull them away to reveal the statue underneath before giving it a gentle pat on the head and a scratch under the chin. "Now you look much better!"

You pull a few coins from your pocket and leave it at the base of the statue...

You have no idea what you've just done.

When you make it home you feel eyes on you, it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. But you live alone... Surely it is just your imagination?

But that whole evening throughout dinner and clean up you could feel that gaze on you.

It wasn't until you undressed to take a bath that the presence finally showed itself.

I love when sukuna adorers call sukuna a fattie (derogatory) like yes he is a fat bastard, he probably can pack away food thats twice his weight gege i need this man's canon weight please i just know that pure muscle and extra limbs make him heavy as fuck. If he werent a jujutsu nerd he would be round as hell (id still smash. fat sukuna my love.)

Gladiator Toji and related to that art for my patrons ♥

My GOD

Olive, the other reindeer 

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐦” — 𝐎𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲.

A/n: Filthy smut 🥰

Warnings:

It started in the throne room, like anything naturally does.Two young Zora attendants,barely trained, barely subtle. Stood whispering behind their scrolls as Sidon guided you toward your seat.

They didn’t whisper quietly enough. ( their second mistake, the first for even daring to talk about you.)

“Look at her… Hylians are so tiny.”

“She barely comes to His Majesty’s chest.”

“How could someone that small ever satisfy a king?”

Sidon froze mid-step.

His smile didn’t falter, but a faint twitch ran down the fin along his forearm.

You felt tension coil in him like a bowstring.

He turned his head slightly, voice warm but edged in warning. “I can hear you.”

The attendants scattered like frightened minnows.

You placed a soft hand on his bicep.“Sidon… let it go.”

He smiled down at you,sweet, adoring, but with a thin thread of something dark simmering underneath.“Oh, my love…”

His voice dropped to a purr only you could hear.“I have no intention of letting anything go.”

⸻

He waits until nightfall to snap.The moment your chamber doors shut, Sidon presses you against them,not forcefully, but with a reverence that shakes you.

His huge hands bracket your hips, fingers spreading over your softness as he pulls you up onto your toes.

His forehead meets yours.“Too short for me…?”He whispers it like a blasphemy.

Your breath stutters.“Sidon—”

His lips crush into yours.

Hungry.

Claiming.

The kiss alone making you see stars.

He lifts you easily,your feet leave the ground, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, your plush curves molding to his hard torso.

Sidon growls into your mouth.“They think your height limits you.”

He grinds your hips against the rigid outline straining under his sash.“Little pearl… your size is exactly what ruins me.”

He carries you to the throne

Not the bed.

Not the bathing pool.

The throne.

His throne.

He sets you on its massive stone armrest,your back pressed against the carved curves of the seat, your hips at the perfect height for him when he stands close.

Your dress rides up over your thighs. Warmth creeps up your neck as your body trembles.

He sees everything.

Sidon inhales sharply, pupils dilating like a predator scenting prey.“Look at you…”

His voice cracks.“So small upon my throne.So powerful.So perfectly shaped to be taken by your king.”

Your heart pounds.“Sidon, please—”

He kneels.

The King of the Zora kneels between your legs, pulling your thighs apart so gently it makes you ache.

His huge hands cradle your softness with worshipful care as his lips descend to your inner thigh.“Too short for me?”

He kisses the tender skin.“Too small to pleasure me?”

Another kiss, higher now.“Then why…”His hot breath ghosts over the cloth covering your core as he looks up at you.“…does my queen smell like she’s ready to be eaten alive?”

Your whole body jolts.

He devours you.

Sidon pulls the cloth aside with one slow swipe of his claw.His tongue slides against you,long, hot, skillful and you choke on a gasp.

Your thighs clamp around his head, but he simply growls approvingly, holding you in place as he licks deeper, slower, deeper.

His mouth worships you, his tongue curling inside you, his lips sucking your clit until your knees tremble violently.

Sidon moans into you.

MOANS.

Like your taste is the only thing keeping him alive.Your fingers twist in his hair as you whimper.

“Sidon—I—I can’t—”

His voice vibrates against you.“You can.Let go, little pearl.”

And you do.

You break apart on his tongue, shattering against his mouth as he holds you open through every trembling wave. Tears pricking your eyes as you choke back a sob.

He doesn’t stop until you beg.

He stands and the height difference becomes filthy

Sidon rises to his full towering height,broad, powerful, glistening with your arousal on his lips.

He lifts your hips with ease, sliding your soft body toward the edge of the throne arm.

You’re so small compared to him,your legs dangling, your thighs already parted for him, your needy little sounds filling the chamber.

Sidon brushes his cock through your slick folds and shudders violently.“Hylia help me…”

He whispers the words like a plea.“You are perfectly sized for this.”

He pushes into you.Slow.Deep.Stretching you to your limit.

You arch, crying out as he fills you with inch after inch of thick, throbbing heat.

Sidon leans over you, chest brushing your breasts, teeth grazing your neck.

“Too short?”He thrusts, hitting deep...too deep.

You whimper.

He thrusts again,harder.

You moan loudly.

A grin flashes over his lips, feral and adoring.

“You fit me better than anyone alive.You take me deeper because you’re small.You hold me tighter because you’re soft.”

Each thrust slams you into the throne’s carved back, your breasts bouncing, your thighs jiggling around his hips.

Sidon’s breath breaks in your ear.“Look how easily I lift you…how effortlessly your little body takes all of me…”

He pulls your hips up, angling you, and thrusts up again.

You scream.

Sidon groans desperately.“Little pearl…My queen…Say there is no one else who could satisfy me.”

“Th-There’s no one—!”Your voice breaks as you cling to him.“No one but me!”His hips jerk.

A sound escapes him,raw, primal, undone.

“Good girl.”

He pounds you harder, deeper, the throne creaking with every thrust, your short stature letting him pull you tight against him over and over, your plushness absorbing every impact with sinful perfection.

Your second orgasm tears through you like lightning.

Sidon feels it,feels the way you squeeze, flutter, milking him and he loses all control.He fills you while holding you off the ground.

He lifts your entire body off the throne with one powerful arm under your ass and cums inside you with a groan so deep the entire chamber vibrates.

His hips grind through every pulse, every spurt, every hot wave spilling into you.While your body hangs helplessly in his arms, entirely his, entirely adored.

When he finally sets you down, trembling and breathless, he kisses your forehead.

Soft.Reverent.Devoted.

“If they ever doubt you again,” he whispers. "I’ll take you on the throne itself.”

He smiles against your cheek.“And we’ll let the entire Domain hear.”

Naughty or Nice? (Toji x Reader)

You stepped into the club, the music loud and banging, sweaty people bumping into you. The smell of alcohol and weed potent in the air.

Linking your arms with your friends, you navigate the dance floor. 

You were dressed in a sexy grinch costume for the christmas party. Flaunting your body boldly for the world, full glam on your pretty face. 

You had one goal tonight, get laid. 

You made your way over to the bar, surprised to see the bartender already putting down shots for you and your girls, "Krampus asks if you’ve been naughty” the bartender says, cocking his head towards the buff man on the other side of the bar.

You looked over, the guy was huge, dressed as Krampus, the detailing in his costume was a bit too accurate. His horns seem to be protruding out of skull. His muscles flexed as he lifted the glass to his mouth, holding your gaze.

Standing up and gesturing towards the exit, he left.

You looked at your girlfriends, their encouragement was all you needed. You headed out the club, finding your mystery guy leaned against the wall. 

“Krampus, haven’t seen anyone as him tonight” you approached him, standing before the guy. He towered over you easily even in your high heels.

“Only one me doll” his voice is deep, sending heat straight to your pussy. You subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. The night air is cruel on your exposed thighs and stomach. 

“Has the little grinch been naughty or nice this year?”

“Define naughty” you smile, tilting your head 

Oh, he loves this. He loves brats with sassy little mouths and a tight ass. 

Toji takes your face in his hand, thumb brushing across your lips, deliberately smudging your lipstick a little, “Naughty is letting me take you right here out in the open for everyone to see”

“Then I’m a naughty girl” you take his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it whilst looking up at him.

He smiles, fangs on display, his eyes seem to get redder, “My speciality is punishing naughty brats”

“Mmm” he cages you up against the wall, hands settling on your waist, before moving down to your hips. He gropes your ass, holding you there against his broad firm chest.

Toji kisses you, it’s sweet at first, almost hesitant like he’s testing the waters. Then it gets heated, he tilts your head back and deepens the kiss. His tongue is long and hot, stuffing down your throat. You moan and arch up into him, lifting a leg and hooking it over his hip.

He slides a palm under your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall. He kisses down your neck, marking you up with love bites and hickeys. 

You buck against him, wanting to feel all he has to offer. You could feel the way your soaked panties stuck to your pussy. 

He pushes your panties to the side, dragging his sharp claws over your clit. It’s dangerous, it’s exciting, “This grinch is soaked” he growls against your ear, freeing himself from his clothes.

His cock is huge, the tip, an angry red, already dripping with precum. He teases your slit, sliding his length between your pussy lips and bumping against your clit.

You moan, grabbing his face and pulling him down for another kiss, you bite his lower lip tugging on it in retaliation for all his teasing, “Put it in” you whine into his mouth, sucking on his tongue.

He chuckles and slips his cock into you. The stretch is deliciously painful, his monstrous cock splitting you in two. You moan out his name, hands grabbing onto his horns to ground yourself. 

He groans your name at that, burying himself to the hilt. Cock kissing your womb, he pulls back out and slides back in, setting the pace to wreck you. 

Toji grips your waist and bounces you on his cock like you weigh nothing. The cold breeze hitting you clit just right, hole stretched around his girth. 

He pulls out just long enough to flip you around and when you think he’s about to push you up against the wall and fuck you there, he lifts you back up.

Hands slipping under your knees and folding you in half as he links his fingers together behind your neck. The new position makes him go deeper than before and his thrusts are mean.

“Let me hear you, pretty woman” he grunts, keeping you in the full nelson position as he wrecks you for any other man. 

You moan loudly, pussy tightening around his cock as you near your peak. The orgasm building in your core is intense and you’ve never felt this way before, “Pleaaasee, slow down” your words come out hazy and needy, begging your Krampus to have some mercy but alas, he has none.

Toji fingers find your clit, rubbing mean circles over your clit, he keeps up the pace of his thrusts. He can tell you’re close with the way your pussy keeps clenching and unclenching around his cock. Your scent filling the night air and invading his scenes. 

“Come for me, mama” he groans, 

Your mouth falls open into an ‘O’ shape as you hit your climax, pussy squirting its sweet juices. 

“This grinch is a squirter” Toji moans and thrusts so deep into you that you feel all the air knocked out of your lungs. He fills you up to the brim, his load hot and heavy and powerful as he keeps pumping load after load of hot milky cum into your pussy. 

He pulls out of you and settles you onto your feet, holding you up as he rubs your thighs. You lean against his chest, fucked stupid.

Toji fixes your panties in place, muttering how he wanted you to not waste a single drop. 

He lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder, “When we get home, I want you to squirt in my mouth” he slaps your ass, walking off into the night.

Closer - N.K.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, husband!Nanami, married life, domesticity, Papamin, Yuji and Choso cameos, interruptions, cóckbIocked by your oblivious sons, slight edgíng, 5 +1 things if you squint, FÉRAL Nanami, oraI (fem rec.), face-ríding, manhandIing, spítting, chokíng, fíngering, ROUGH s, cervíx kíssing, all over the house, big Ds, P TALKING, BRÉEDING, mentions of kids, matíng presses, creampíes, cúmpIay, MARATHONS, heavy overstím, CÚMFLATION, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 16.1k

A/N. Based on the manga ‘By Day, a Devoted Husband. By Night, Full-on Beast Mode’ by The Waidan.

T-minus 5 days until the long weekend.

“Reading journal…pencil case…extra cap…” You’re rifling through the essentials stuffed inside your energetic son’s backpack. He was five already, and reaching that age where he just insisted he could do all those ‘big boy’ things by himself. “Hm…I think you have everything-”

“Really? Yippee—” Yuji’s pumping his fist in the air, before he’s immediately tugging the Spiderman-covered bag out of your hands and darting towards the open door. “Okay, momma- myfriendsareheregottogoloveyoubye-”

You watch after the blur of Spiderman and orange t-shirt in a slight daze, “Ah- right. I love you, b-” Before…you just slightly turn your head to the side, and in your peripheral vision you see- “Wait! Yuji, you forgot your-”

A hand on your hip. A strong figure by your side.

“Yuuuji—” A stern yet warm voice echoes, stopping the boy in his tracks in a split-second. “You’ve forgotten your lunch box, sunshine.” And towards the blond-haired man, you turn your head appreciatively.

Nanami Kento.

Your husband.

icymi

Selected Works & Projects: "AIR" Era (04.28.25 - 11.25.25)

NSFW smut Nanami x reader x Gojo

Nanami slips in his cock while you cook dinner for them in nothing but an apron that barely fits your abundant physique.

Gojo is on his knees, being a good boy and helping Nanami by spreading apart your heavy cheeks, cupping them and holding them, squeezing them in his palms like a stress toy. He watches Nanami’s dick plunge in and out of your stretched open pussy, watching juices and precum collect around the outline of your open lips.

“Fuck that’s hot”, Gojo groans, his own cock leaking its share of cream in his pants.

Gojo hates that he can’t actively participate, a punishment for his recent prank. He trails a finger along your round opening, tracing the swollen lips and appreciating Nanami’s fat girth.

Gojo hooks his index fingers inwards from both sides of your pussy and gives it a little outward stretch, getting a better view of Nanami’s veiny length grinding against your inner most walls.

Nanami slows down with his thrusts, dragging his cock out, just short of his tip. Gojo can see the border of his friend’s cock head before he slams back in.

Nanami repeats a few more slow purposeful thrusts, trying to prolong the moment. Suddenly you feel a tongue on your sensitive clit, which instantly drags you and Nanami down, both shuddering while holding onto the kitchen counter.

Gojo, sitting in his own cum, stretches your cheeks apart again to witness Nanami’s seed foam and froth around your opening. He watches your beautiful pussy flutter, hungrily milking every last drop of cum.

“That’s it! we are ordering in”, you sighed, tossing the potato peel and your unpeeled potato aside.

•●SHE TRENDS, HE DECENDS (INTO MADNESS)●•

── bimbo!reader goes viral and the jjk men can't cope with it

୨୧●• satoru ৴ suguru ৴ nanami ৴ choso ৴ takuma ৴ hajime ৴ higuruma ৴ toji ৴ shiu ৴ naoya

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•●SATORU GOJO●•

you never meant to go viral.

truly, you didn’t. if anything, you were just trying to film a cute little “get ready with me” in satoru’s bathroom because the lighting was good and you liked the way your lip gloss sparkled against the mirror. you were humming, kicking your feet, wearing a little bow in your hair and his giant shirt that fell off one shoulder, and it all felt so harmless.

and then the internet decided to collectively lose its mind.

millions of views in hours. comments like “i would die for her,” and “she’s literally a walking doll,” and “where do i apply to be her boyfriend??” flooded your notifications. people were stitching the video, duetting it, writing poems about your smile, full literary essays about your hair clip, in one case.

and satoru?

oh, he was furious.

•●THIS IS WHY MEN GO BROKE●•

── the jjk men go bankrupt the second bimbo!reader bats her lashes

୨୧●• satoru ৴ suguru ৴ nanami ৴ choso ৴ takuma ৴ sukuna ৴ toji ৴ shiu

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୨୧●• warnings: tiniest bit suggestive but no actual explicit smut (for now;) (again), 18+ minors do not interact

•●SATORU GOJO●•

you only wanted one thing.

one tiny, harmless thing.

a “pretty please” moment so he’d give you what you wanted. extra dessert, a ride somewhere, a little attention. you did not expect it to explode in your face like this.

you stand in front of him, lip gloss shining, lashes long, skirt indecently short because you thought it would help your case.

and it does.

oh god, it does.

ryomen sukuna doesn’t say anything the first time he sees them. just tilts his head and lets his gaze drop to your hands while you're scrolling on your phone like you didn’t do it just to get a rise out of him. your nails are sharp, glossy, freshly done. red. with two little gold letters on the ring finger: R.S. you stretch your arm overhead, pretending to yawn, pretending you don’t see him smirk.

he doesn’t ask. doesn’t tease. doesn’t crack a joke like he normally would. no, he just waits until that night, when you try to crawl into bed all innocent, like you don’t know what you’ve done. that’s when he grabs your wrist—hard enough to make you freeze—and brings your hand to his mouth. his teeth drag over the tips of your fingers.

“cute,” he murmurs, letting his thumb stroke over the lettering. “you got your nails done just to show me who you belong to?”

you open your mouth to say something bratty—maybe. but he’s already dragging you down, already pressing your hand to the thick shape in his sweatpants. he’s not even hard yet and he’s stretching your fingers. it’s obscene. you can feel the heat of him, pulsing.

“go on,” he says, that usual rasp low and smug. “stroke it. show me how proud you are to wear my name.”

you start slow, but he doesn’t let you stay that way. he’s breathing hard the second you wrap your hand around him, the gold letters gleaming against his cock while you stroke him in the dim light. his hips jerk when your nail scratches the vein along the underside. his hand fists in your hair. he growls into your neck like he’s losing composure with every pass.

he cums faster than he meant to—thick and hot ropes, spilling across your knuckles, painting your name-tied fingers like they were made for it. you try to wipe your hand, but he stops you.

“leave it,” he mutters. “want you walking around with my cum all over my initials.”

and now? now he watches your hands every time he fucks you. loves when you wrap them around the base of his cock while he fucks your throat. loves when you scratch down his back, those stupid little letters dragging red lines across his skin. loves that everyone who sees them knows exactly who you belong to.

you made the joke, he made it a rule.

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“Do you think our marriage has gotten boring?” Your Dragon Husband suddenly asks.

You can barely see anything at the moment, vision all blurry and fucked out. Blinking back you slowly register the question he asked, his voice a little weak and vulnerable. Which was honestly impressive given the fact that he was currently rutting into you, his strokes desperate and fast, jerking your body every time your bodies wetly smack together.

Once your vision clears a little you can fully see the evident worry on his face. Eyes glittering with concern and a frown tugging at hips. How he could be frowning while he had you chained and hanging from the wall, mouth gagged while in his den, you’d never know.

You’re so lost in the bliss of him that you can’t even imagine how he was able to think of anything. Your mind empty while his was running rampant with ridiculous thoughts. Glancing at the gag in your mouth his eyes light up and he quickly takes it out, searching for answers while his pace never wavers.

A sharp breath catches in your throat as his thick round tip batters against your cervix, sloppily making out with it like it’s trying to make a new home there. Fuck, how can you be expected to talk right now under these conditions. Helplessly your hips move on their own, rocking and meeting his thrusts despite knowing you have to focus.

“What— hah! wh-what’s boring about this? Can feel you everywhere, y-yes!” You force out your response, words slurring together as you get more and more drunk off pleasure.

Dragon Husband whines, shaking his head like you’re just not getting it. Falling forward he nuzzles his face into your neck and picks up his pace. The force of his thrusts sending your body flying before you slams you back down his length. Your vision flashes white, jaw dropping as you cum again for the umpteenth time that night. But just like all the other times before he just keeps going to that pressure in your belly begins to build again.

“I don’t know… you just seem bored,” your husband whines, his claws sinking in and marking up all your beautiful softness. Like he wants to remind you both that you’re his.

You lean your head back and he whimpers again, trying to drag you closer. But you need to look at him, the disbelief painted across your face when you see he’s still completely serious. The look of anguish on his face is pure and genuine. It makes your heart melt for him and if your wrists weren’t currently chained to the wall you would’ve done more to physically comfort him.

In this situation all you can do is clamp down around his cock, sucking him in even deeper and making him groan in pleasure. As if he can read your mind he leans in and kisses you and your mouth opens to him, letting him in, in every way possible.

“How could I ever get bored of this?” You breathe against his lips after your lungs pinch with the need for air and you finally separate. Letting him hear the truth ring out in your words.

Something dark and primal flickers over his features at you reassurance. A feral need taking over him. His claws flex hard into your skin before he starts moving you, bouncing you hard on his cock, and molding your pussy walls to the shape of his thick shaft.

Helpless to do anything but hold on, your hands grip at the chains keeping you upright and you let him take you on a ride. The veins along his length massaging every nerve within you. Always angling his thrusts to hit those special mindblowing places inside of you that make your vision blurry all over again.

“Mine. You’re mine, aren’t you?” He snarls out possessively, throat glowing red with the need to breathe fire.

All you can do it scream. Scream out yes, yes, yes!! over and over again. Along with shouting out his name and a long list of nasty profanities about how good— how right— he feels inside of you. His growls keep growing louder as his thrusts get sloppier. Both of you now losing yourself to the ecstasy you share as you get closer to release.

Returning to your neck his fangs sink down in deep, a pleased rumble moving through his chest. The beast within him happy for making what’s his. His mate.

“Mine. All mine,” he murmurs into your flesh, causing a whole body shiver to roll through you.

By those words and those words alone your body finally snaps, the coil unraveling as you gush out your release all over his cock. Your cunt throbbing and hugging his cock so tightly, milking him for all his worth till he’s following you over the edge. Your husband comes with a roar, leaning his head back and blowing flames up onto the ceiling of your shared den.

Shamelessly he fucks your shared release back into your hungry cunt, not letting a single drop out as he works you both through your orgasms. Your body can’t stop shaking as it takes more and more of your Dragon Husbands giant load. Yet you eagerly accept it all, desiring every part of him you can get.

He doesn’t stop until all the energy left in your body has been fucked out. Only still upright due to the chains and your husband’s tender caring hands. Gently he massages your trembling limbs, kisses the bite he left on your neck, and whispers soft praises and devotions of love. Assuring you that he could never get bored of you either. That it’s you and him until the end.

Monster bfs and their reaction to you getting hurt by little inconsequential things that you react to in pain at first but then they wildly overexaggerate.

Werewolf bf would hear you whimper and come running to find you. He sees you have a splinter and he’s whining and whimpering at the irritated skin on your finger. With his claws he carefully gets it out of you before licking it and nuzzling into your palm. Before you can even argue he’s saying you’re too hurt to do anything else today and brings you into the bed for cuddles.

Vampire bf smells you before he hears you cry out in pain. In a flash he’s by your side, eyes wild as he looks over you. When he sees the small cut on your leg his heart lurches, even when you say it looks worse than it is. He falls to his knees before you, his mind a cloud of worry and hunger. He laps at your cut, slowly licking the wound to reveal it in its entirety. Despite the way his veins hum with the taste of your blood his love for you is more pressing and so he runs to grab your frequently used roll of gauze and patches you up.

Dragon bf has loved having you in his cave and among his hoard. You’re his most treasured possession after all so there is no where else that you belong except by his side. But when you stumble and slide down a mountain of gold, hitting your head on an old crown, your bf cares no longer for any of his treasures besides you. Despite your protests he moves all of his treasure to the back of the cave before filling the rest of it with the fluffiest pillows and the softest blankets. Making sure that if you ever fall again it will only be met with comfort.

Orc bf who always displayed his weapon collection with pride. But he comes rushing over as soon as he hears you yelp, only to discover you ended up pricking yourself on the sharp spikes of one of his clubs. You try to assure him that you’re fine and it just surprised you. But when you come home the next day you see them nowhere to be found. Ready to give your bf a firm talking to, he directs your gaze upwards where he’s displayed his weapons much higher up now to not risk you getting hurt. He stubbornly refuses to move them back down when you talk to him and there’s no way you can reach or even carry them to put them back. Your orc bf explains that it’s worth them being harder to see so long as you’re safe.

God, there are so many more I could do but I didn’t want to make this too long.