LEGO - Rubber Duck 

Still, you would have loved me only if I had been something holy.

So you said your requests were open so ill take a shot at this. I would love to see more yandere orcs. Maybe reader is a merchant in a small town and the orc is a solitary man who lives in the mountains and rarely comes to town but when he does he only interacts with reader and buys small stuff just to talk to her. One day he comes by after winter is over (he couldnt risk traveling while winter was in cause of the cold and shit) and the reader is saying that she is getting married in a month and that sends the orc straight to kidnapping her and locking her up in his cabin to be his little house wife and mother of many little orclings. (Breeding kink please)

I think I got something close to that, lol This request was a lot to fit into just a few thousand words so I tried my best... ^_^'

Orc (Moth) x female reader

Word Count: 3k

W: nsfw monster smut, breeding kink, outdoor sex, kidnapping, forced marriage

“Damnit, this damn thing,” you grumbled at the rickety sign hanging over the door of your shop. Instead of swinging like it was supposed to, some tall bastard had bumped their head on it and now it was stuck flipped up. You hopped, trying to reach it. 

“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” your father growled, poking his head out of the door of your little apothecary, “the boy’s gonna be here soon! You can’t greet him looking like that! Go put on one of your mother’s dresses.” 

You pointed up to the sign. 

“Forget the damn sign, this is far more important than that,” he growled. 

He had a lot riding on the meet cute you were about to have with the fairy lord Darold he was hoping to arrange your marriage with. Why Darold was even coming you had no idea. Apparently he’d seen you walking through the market and immediately had his men find out where you lived so he could approach your father. Your father was hoping to negotiate some sort of sale or something to hand you over. It was all very dreary when you thought about it so you tried not to. You were hoping he would meet you, quench his curiosity, find out you were very dull, and leave.

A shadow passed over you and there was a squeak as the sign was righted. You glanced up and smiled. 

“Moth!” you said, greeting your friend, “it’s been a long time! I hope you had a peaceful winter! You look quite well.” 

The handsome orc smiled at you. His hair had gotten longer and was pulled up in a ponytail and his green skin looked healthy and glowing. Your eyes drifted over the tattoos on his bulky arms, biting your lip. He was always a treat in the tight leather pants he wore and rather small vest that showed off his sculpted chest. No Fairyfolk in all of Fairy had better bodies than Orcs in your humble opinion, at least this one. His bright brown eyes burned for a moment, before they were drawn away by your father. 

“Moth, my boy!” he cheered, scrambling through the door, “so glad to see you back! Got a couple things around the place that need fixing!” 

Your father had gotten dependent on Moth’s kindness. Every spring he came back down from the mountain where he lived to load up on supplies. He needed lots and lots of medical supplies to last him through the season, before he returned again before the winter, so he was one of your father’s favorite people, spending a lot of money all at once. 

Whenever he came down he offered to fix things up around the shop. He’d fixed your roof, some floorboards that had come loose, and all sorts of other little things. You had no idea why he offered, but your father didn’t turn away his help, coming to rely on it as he had gotten older and less limber. 

“Hurry! Hurry!” your father said, “we’ve got a guest coming and I don’t want the place to look like it's falling apart.” 

Moth’s eyes drifted back to you and you pointed to the sign and mouthed “thanks” which got you a smile. Following them inside, you hurried up the stairs to do as your father said and find one of your late mother’s dresses. You weren’t at all the same size, but they were the only fancy things you owned. The rest of your clothes were simple, but durable wool dresses for working in the garden. 

You split some seams and tightened others, fastening everything with pins, to get the dress to look halfway decent on you before you returned. Since you lived in a few rooms above the shop, you didn’t have a proper place to meet so you hurriedly set up a small table and some chairs outside near the garden before rushing back inside to start some hot water for tea. All this time you were mulling over the injustice that you had to do all this work to prepare for someone you didn’t even want to see. 

You were too flustered and busy to notice that Moth had slowed his work on the back window and was watching you. He was always watching you, that’s why he offered to do chores for your father. Otherwise he wouldn’t have an excuse to hang around your shop. He liked to see you smile when you helped customers with your soft, gentle hands and flit around the garden collecting plants for potions. It made him imagine those soft smiles were for him and his children and you were enjoying the garden he’d been steadily building for you and your family. 

He carried those memories with him all season when he was back in his lonely cabin in the mountain, working on adding new rooms for the babies he planned on filling it with and building you a greenhouse so you could still have plants in the cold winter months. He knew as a hedgewitch that was very important to you.  

Today, though, you weren’t your usual happy self. Your brow was creased and you were dressed in a hideous dress that didn’t fit you properly but was covered in ribbons like the ladies in town. When you hurried around the corner to go look for something in the storage shed he pulled you behind the corner of the house, away from your father’s eyes. 

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” he asked, “you look upset.” 

You blinked up at him, the tears that were hovering on the edges of your eyes threatening to drop. 

“I’m supposed to meet with some silly fairy to get married,” you pouted, “it’s not fair. I don’t understand why I can’t help father run the shop! Why does he want to send me away?” 

Moth’s normally gentle face was suddenly furious. 

“He what?” he growled. 

You took a step back, not expecting him to respond so strongly. It wasn’t his problem. 

“It’s nothing,” you said, moving to retreat, but he stopped you with a thick arm against the wall of the house, blocking your path. 

“Who is he?!” he snarled, folding his body down to your eye level. 

You trembled in front of him, confused by his sudden intensity. He’d always been such a gentle giant around you. The thick scent of his musk rolled over you on the breeze and your eyelashes fluttered. 

“I-I don’t know…he said he saw me in the market or something, I’ve never even seen him before,” you replied. 

The last few words seemed like the right ones, because he relaxed just slightly. Only instead of backing off, he scooped you up in his arms and started walking swiftly away from the shop. 

“Wh-what are you doing? I have to get ready for Darold,” you said. 

He growled at you, a sound you felt against your body pressed to his chest. 

“Don’t ever mention him in my presence again,” he snapped.

Your eyes got large. You still weren’t completely clear on what was happening until Moth loaded you next to him onto his cart and started driving away from town. 

“Moth, are you kidnapping me?!” you finally asked, now confident that’s what was happening. 

He eyed you with his flaring brown eyes. 

“Do I have to tie you up?” he asked. 

Your eyebrows went up and you shook your head. You peered behind you down the road that led in and out of town. 

“Aren’t you worried they’ll come after us?” you asked, “my father is going to realize we’re missing pretty quickly.” 

He looked at you and smiled, winking. 

“I have a secret,” he said, pulling a chain from underneath his shirt with a large purple crystal on it, “I have a teleportation crystal for emergencies and this must be what I’ve been saving it for. It won’t get us all the way to my mountain, but we’ll get far enough away that we can't be followed.” 

You looked nervously behind you seeing clouds of dust building on the horizon. 

“Well you should probably use it soon,” you murmured, as the black spots of riders were just becoming visible through the dust. 

Moth turned around and, much too slowly in your opinion, made sure everything in the cart was situated. 

“Moth…” you murmured as you got the first glimpse of your would be husband cresting the hill on his horse, his bright orange hair flaring in the sunlight. He wasn’t at all your type, though he was traditionally quite good looking, skinny with pale skin instead of Moth’s rich, beautiful green. You heard shouting as his men spotted you. 

Glancing up, the orc beside you threw the crystal on the ground smashing it into a million pieces. Purple smoke surrounded you invading your lungs and you coughed bitterly. The horses whinnied, not at all happy about the magic being foisted on them. Did it work? 

The smoke took far too long to clear, but the first thing you noticed was the quiet sound of birds chirping, not the yelling of guards. The horses had settled and Moss gently coaxed them forward out of the cloud of smoke and on to a peaceful looking road. You glanced behind you, worried someone would emerge to chase you through the smoke, but it just got thinner and thinner drifted off on the breeze until nothing but the road in the other direction remained. 

“Where are we?” you asked Moth, who was looking quite pleased. 

His eyes flashed at you and you realized suddenly this was the first time the two of you had been truly alone together. 

“We’re deep in the forest leading to the mountain,” he said, pointing to the shadowy mountain ahead of you, “there’s no one around for probably a hundred miles…” 

“There’s truly no one?” you asked, slipping a little bit closer to him to his surprise. 

“Um…yeah…no one…” he murmured as your hand drifted to his leg, sliding up the sinewy muscle pressed against his pants. 

“So…now that we’re a couple…we should probably talk about how many babies we want to have,” you said, letting your hand drift higher and higher to the slowly hardening monstrosity that was pressed down one pant leg. 

That was the exact sort of conversation Moth wanted to have and he couldn’t hold in his smile, tusks shining in the balmy afternoon sunlight.

He scooped you up in his big hands that could lift far more than some little fairy, and tossed you into the back of the cart, where you landed in a soft pile of some linens he’d picked up for your bed and any little ones you may have before he made it back down the mountain. 

“We’re a couple?” he asked, still feeling a bit shy, though he could hardly hold himself back. He just wanted to hear it again. Just to be sure that you really wanted this. He wouldn’t have let you go if you didn’t, but it was all the more sweet that it seemed you did. 

You smiled and cupped his face in your hand as he hovered over you. 

“I certainly hope that was your intention when you kidnapped me, or this is going to be a very awkward trip,” you giggled, “Yes, we are a couple. You went to all this trouble…”

He hushed you with a heavy kiss, his tusks brushing your cheeks. Your skin sparkled as his hot mouth dragged away from your lips and he nibbled your earlobe. 

“I’m going to make you round with five little green babies,” he purred, making you melt underneath him, he chuckled, “unless you want more…we can make more…” 

Your fingertips found his chest, dusted with dark hair and you smoothed your hand over it. 

“Six is a nice even number,” you whispered back as his kisses dropped lower and lower down the column of your neck. 

“I can give you six,” he rumbled into your skin, “but first you have to give me something…I bet you can guess what it is…” 

You heard the fabric of your dress tearing and in a moment you were bare in the afternoon sunlight, while Moth showered your body in kisses. His greedy fingers dug into your flesh, pinching and squeezing your soft places. 

“Mmm, please,” you pleaded with him, bucking your hips, “take it.”

As eager as Moth was to do just that, he was much too large to go slamming into you. While he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his hand dropped lower to feel your puffy lips. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as you opened your legs for him, inviting him in, asking for more. 

Slipping his fingers through the wetness he circled your clit with a digit, smiling into your breast as you moaned for him, writhing. Tugging your nipple with his teeth to get your attention, he thrust a finger inside, opening you up before pushing in another. 

“Moth, please…breed me,” you groaned, love drunk and dizzy. 

He’d never heard sweeter words, scissoring his fingers inside of you to stretch you a bit, his anticipation building for your sweet pussy wrapped around his cock. 

“I’m gonna fuck six little orc babies into you, sweetheart,” he murmured between kisses as he made his way down your body, “pretty ones just like their mama and strong ones like their papa.” 

You keened when his tongue reached your clit and he covered it with his lips. He needed you gushing if you were going to take him. 

“Come on, mama,” he groaned into your pussy, “give papa what he needs.” 

He thrust his fingers extra hard inside you and you fell apart on them sobbing his name. 

“I need you inside of me,” you were quickly begging despite the glittering orgasm you’d just had. Your pussy was spasming around his fingers, but you knew you could be fuller…much fuller. 

He smirked, torturing you with long laps on your pussy to taste your nectar. When he was finally satisfied and you were limp and dripping, he inched himself inside you a bit at a time. His girth burned at first as it stretched you, but soon it turned into a good burn as he gently bottomed out between your warm folds. When he was fully sheathed he kissed you, his tongue tangling with yours. 

By the time he’d pulled away he’d lost any semblance of control, your tight, wet hole squeezing him, begging to be rutted. He tried starting out slow, giving you a few firm strokes before his pace quickly increased and you were mewling underneath him, your ankles almost behind your head as his big hands forced them down. 

“I’m gonna keep pumpin’ you fulla cum ‘til your belly’s nic’n round,” he slurred, his pretty brown eyes glittering at you, chasing that goal, “gonna be sucha pretty lil mama…” 

A finger found your clit, swirling it as his cock battered you, stretching you to hit all the right places. He was fucking the words out of you, all you could do was glow up at him and moan. You’d fantasized about this so many nights. Moth’s big body, moving on top of you. It was so much better than your naughty dreams. You came in absolute bliss, your cunt clamping down on him. 

He roared, slamming into you a few more times before he unloaded his hot load into your womb. Rolling his hips into you gently a few more times, he didn’t even want to pull out of you. He could stay buried in you for eternity, but he couldn’t keep you folded in half forever, so he reluctantly slid out of you and rolled to your side, letting out a satisfied breath. 

Rocking himself back over, his eyes drifted down to the mess leaking from between your thighs and he used a thick finger to push a big drop back in. 

“I think we made baby number one,” he purred, slipping the same hand around your waist and dragging you to his chest. He buried his nose in your hair, just to sniff you. He never wanted to be away from your scent.

Since it was very unlikely that anyone was going to happen upon you on this empty stretch of forest, the two of you napped in the sunlight until you continued your long journey home.

My Favorite Characters from the entire franchise

had fun sketching these!

I cant come to your birthday there's a big ass skullll flying araound

"Most of the fanfic are for female audiences!"

"Why is this writer only writing for fem!mc?"

"I wish there's less fem!mc fic."

Reality is already being dominated by male species, let us woman have the fan fiction community. I hate when writer is like 'Fem DNI' like?? I get that it's preference, but fuck off honestly.

Let women enjoy their things without dragging male into it. They're already annoying in rl, i don't want to hear them whining on the internet.

"Oh there's just too much fem!mc in this fandom."

It's a free story. Just be grateful that the writer are even allowing you to read it in the first place.

Writers don't owe you shit.

Stop whining about how writers need to be inclusive for the audience. Sure it'll be great and awesome if they do, but don't fucking force them.

Some are more comfortable writing a specific gender or specific sexuality or specific race. Some writer are most comfortable with writing reader as an extension of themselves. Like a self insert of self indulge fic.

Some might even feel comfortable with writing reader as oc. And that's fine. You didn't pay for it. The writer didn't ask for your money in exchange for that fic. IT'S FREE.

You can ask them to tag their fic properly but to demand them to change the fic? It's bonkers.

You guys are way too comfortable on the internet. You're acting like the rich. Ew.

I saw someone spreading hates on a writer blog's inbox and got mad in their place lol. Also, commission are obviously not included in this rant. Those are different.

Always and Forever (Geto Suguru)

☆TW: Noncon/dubcon, yandere! Geto, somno, NSFW, dead dove, breeding/pregnancy kink, baby trapping, (reader is sorta willing? brainwashing ig? )

Best Friend! Geto who's always been there for you, taking care of you and always being your safe place ever since you were kids♡

Best Friend! Geto who, unbeknownst to you, has been the reason you've never had a boy approach you. While you cry to him and seek him out for comfort, he can't help but smile while patting your back, cooing at your woes knowing he's threatened or beat any boy that even thought of talking to you.

Best Friend! Geto who takes you everywhere with him, parties, social events, the grocery store, doesn't matter. While you think it's sweet, he sees it as laying it out to everyone that you belong to him.

Best Friend! Geto who's secretly been pushing down the dominos in your life to make it easier for you to lean on him and depend on him. You lost your job recently? You poor baby, something will come up eventually. Rent is too high for you to pay now? Don't worry babygirl, your sweet best friend just bought a really nice apartment next to the bakery you love so much, just move in with him for a while until you can get your bearings. Your clothes keep going missing? That's odd, he'll just take you to buy some new ones. It's not weird he asks you to try them on for him, he brought you here didn't he? It's the least you can do for sweet Geto.

Best Friend! Geto who decides that you should stay with him permanently shortly after moving in. Didn't you see on the news the other day about the crazy man in the area? Sweet little things like you might get hurt, just let him protect you.

Best Friend! Geto who sneaks into your room in the apartment at night, softly laying beside you and hugging your plush form, skimming his big hands over your silk pajama shorts he bought you and rubbing your little clit through them. The tea he brought you earlier had something in it to help you sleep better while he gets to play with you for a little bit.

Best Friend! Geto who starts talking to you more about children, mentioning the ones he saw in the park, cooing at the little pairs of onesies in the store, rubbing your back and mentioning how good of a mother you'd be, oblivious to the obvious suggestions being made.

Best Friend! Geto who finally manages to suggest(force) you to go on a date with him, it's his birthday after all! Why don't you just do this little thing for him?♡

Best Friend Boyfriend! Geto who is now your significant other, and is arguably even sweeter than he was before. Always giving you words of affirmation, kissing you, taking you everywhere with him, showing you off♡See how much nicer this is? He should have done this sooner, but at least his plan is finally coming all together.

Boyfriend! Geto who feels like he's loosing his mind the first time he fucks you, spending hours just eating your sweet cunt like it's his last meal, moaning and gripping your thighs so tight you're sure you'll have bruises by tomorrow. It's not surprising that he's your first everything, and boy is he large. When he presses his fat tip up to your unclaimed hole, you begin to rethink about what's happening but before you can do that, your sweet Geto is already cooing at you, thumbing your clit and rubbing at your plush love handles, saying "I know baby, you can take it sweet girl, let me ease in okay?"

Boyfriend! Geto who pounds you into that soft mattress until sunrise, pouring load after load into your sore, weeping hole. It's only 2 weeks after this event that you realize neither one of you even considered protection, and how you're routinely throwing up in the morning.

Boyfriend! Geto who holds you close and shushes you gently, rubbing your back as you weep into his broad chest at the 2 positive lines that appeared on every single one of the tests you took. He coos at you, wiping your tears and telling you that "it'll be okay baby, we got this. I'm not going anywhere." Not knowing that this is exactly what he wanted to happen, almost leaping for joy when you presented all 4 of the positive tests to him.

Boyfriend Husband! Geto, who quickly put a ring on your finger not a month after you found out you were pregnant. Having a small little ceremony in your new house's backyard, he almost fell to the ground and wept when he saw you walk down the cute little aisle your friends assembled together for the occasion.

Husband! Geto, who couldn't be happier that you're finally his now, all wifed up with a chunky little baby with a black mop of hair identical to his on your lap, waiting for your postpartum to pass so he can yet again pump a baby into his sweet little wife.

Husband! Geto, who you've belonged to all this time, you just hadn't noticed. But now, you're officially all his, now and forever.

(Okay so this turned out way fluffier and sweeter than I intended but ig that isn't a bad thing?? 😭 )

The new cover inspired all of this, it’s not my fault 😭

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