Dom! Vampire Partner X Sub! Human Reader

Spencer smiling down at his phone

Morgan: So, who's the lucky girl??

Spencer: ... Who said it was a girl?

Morgan: Pause, rewind, WHAT?

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"who do you belong to, angel?" i whisper, climbing over you in bed as it shifts from my weight.

"y-y-you." you gasp at the sudden contact, your cheeks a rosy red as your heart pounds out of your chest.

"say my name. shame your god." my voice hoarse.

"i'm yours, lucifer."

"only mine. tell me you're only mine." my cold glare at you, tipping your chin back, with my thumb brushing your lower lip.

"i belong to you and only you, lucifer!" you cry out, much like worship and praise to your new god (me).

"such a good angel."

if nintendo wants me to pay eighty of god's own dollars for a video game it better blow the cock clean off my torso. if nintendo expects me to drop eighty big ones to play the new mario kart bowser better step out of the screen and fuck me so hard as to turn every bone south of my eighth vertebrae into a fine powder. i need to be made into the worlds wettest sandbag from the waist down to justify that eighty dollar price tag

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Kurt Wagner x Male reader, Smut ♡

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You both were unable to sleep, and being roommates didn't help either.

"We could play poker...or strip poker." Kurt's German accent brought you out of whatever daydream you were having. You smirked at Kurt, "Kurt, if you wanted to see under my clothes all you had to do was ask."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you as his cheeks turned that sweet purple. You smirked, darting my tongue between my teeth, "What's wrong, baby blue? Not used to someone being so forward?"

Kurt swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on your lips as your tongue darted out. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure, but your words and actions were chipping away at his restraint. "No, I can't say I'm used to someone being so...direct," he admitted, his voice growing huskier. "But damn, if it doesn't make me want you even more."

"Then show me what you got, baby blue." You challenged, which made him throw the playing card deck on his bed and pounce on you. You loved seeing the blue German demon on you, so you kissed him. Kurt's self-control snapped at the feel of your lips against his. He returned the kiss with a hunger, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. He shifted his body, grinding against yours, his arousal blatantly obvious. He kissed you like a man possessed, desperate to taste and claim every part of you. His hands roamed your body, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch.

Kurt's tail wagged and twitched, betraying his excitement, as he kissed down your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. His hands slid under your tank top, his fingers tracing your stomach, leaving a trail of fiery warmth on your skin.

When he felt you grab his hips, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, pressing himself against you even more. He was already lost in the sensations, consumed by desire and need. "I need you," he gasped out, as he broke the kiss, his breaths coming in ragged bursts. "All of you." His fingers hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging at them, wanting to remove any barriers between you both.

Who knew a simple challenge would have the man riding your cock like the world was ending. "Dammit, Blue. You feel like heave." You groaned, rolling your hips up a little. Kurt's words spilled out in a mix of English and German, his language reduced to a series of broken phrases and curses. "Scheiße, du fühlst dich so verdammt gut an. Ich kann nicht genug von dir bekommen." ("Damn, you feel so damn good. I can't get enough of you."). His movements grew more erratic, his body desperate for release. "Bitte, sweetheart, ich brauche es jetzt." ("Please, sweetheart, I need it now.")

You had no clue what the hell this man was spewing but damn if you weren't gonna fuck him senseless. You panted, one hand gripping his hip and the other at his blue furred thigh as you rocked upwards, hitting that sweet, sweet spot in his ass. Kurt's body trembled as you rocked upwards, and he let out a guttural moan at the sensations coursing through him. "Yes," he gasped out, his voice ragged. "That's it. Don't stop."He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breaths coming in ragged bursts as he rode you with increasing desperation.

"You're gonna make me lose control," he warned, his voice rough with lust. Kurt let out a strangled moan as you kept hitting his g-spot, his body trembling with need. "Yes, sweetheart," he gasped out, his words barely intelligible. His body began to shake more violently, and his head fell to rest against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. "I'm close," he panted, his voice cracking. "I'm so close."

Your hands moved to cupping and gripping his ass as you made the man bounce on your leaking cock, "That's it, baby. Take my cock." You groaned.

"Oh yes," he moaned, the sounds coming from him almost feral. "Harder," he pleaded, his body moving in sync with your grip. His tail was wagging feverishly, and his head dropped back, his eyes closed as he lost himself completely in the sensations. "Don't stop."

"Oh I'm not. I ain't stopping till I see that pretty face as it comes." You panted up at him. "Just a little more, sweetheart." His words were a broken plea, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. "Please, I can't hold on much longer. I need to come. Please." He was hanging on by a thread, his body coiled so tight with tension that he seemed ready to snap at any moment. As you kept a firm grip as you made him bounce, the sensations were his undoing. He let out a guttural moan, his breath catching in his throat. "Oh god, sweetheart, I'm coming," he choked out, and you agreed "Me too, baby. Gonna..."

You couldn't even finish as you both came. His cum painting your stomach as yours painted his walls. You both came down from your highs, whispering sweet words and eventually falling asleep with his body covering yours.

Give me more! Now! Hmph.

Thinking horny thoughts about Minotaurs so here’s a lazy Drabble

Cw: m/f, breeding kink

Male!minotaur god of agricultural x Female!human offering

your villages crops are failing. If it continues there won’t be enough to store for winter. In the face of a grueling winter and the real possibility of starvation, the villagers turn to the god of agriculture. They choose you as the offering. They lathering you in sweet smelling oils and dress you in the finest scarlet dress the village possesses. Gold necklaces are clasped around your neck, silver bracelets slipped onto your wrists. A crown of wildflowers rested on your brow.

You’re paraded through the village while neighbors, family, and friends gather on the streets chanting prayers and singing hymns to catch the God’s attention.

You’re left standing alone in a barren field One of the many your village had tried and failed to cultivate. The light of the full moon bathing you in its silvery light.

It doesn’t take long before He’s towering over you. He was magnificent.

“Do you know what this ritual entails?”

What do you say to a God? How do you say it? So you don’t answer. At least, not with words. Without looking away from the God before you, you lower yourself to the ground. Dress pooled around your waist, you spread your thighs and bear your sex to His hungry eyes.

He spends hours between your legs. Alternating between opening you up on his thick fingers and dragging his large, hot tongue along the seam of your cunt. He pushes you to the edge of ecstasy, only to reel you back in.

Your thighs are slick with the proof of your need. You feel wetness steadily leak from your cunt onto your ass. He slides his hips in between your thighs, the blunt head of his cock teasing your slick entrance.

“You’re ready. Know that if we do this I will spill inside. My seed will take and you will become pregnant. Do you understand?”

You nod. God, you understood. You wanted it more than you wanted anything else.

“Say it.”

“I want it, please. I-I need it. I need it so bad,” you sobbed, frustrated tears streaming down your cheeks. He had spent so long teasing you, you’d absolutely die without release. You nearly screamed in relief when He began slowly fucking into you. He was so thick. Even with all the preparation you felt every inch of Him splitting you open.

“Such a greedy cunt you have,” He grunted, “taking me so well. Begging for my cock so prettily. I’ll give it to you. Give you anything. Everything.”

It doesn’t take long before you felt an orgasm rip it’s way through you. Your vision blacks out as a wrecked scream tore from your throat. You felt his cock pulse, spilling hot seed into your starved cunt.

When you finally came back to your body you noticed that the once barren field was now filled with healthy vegetation.

“Your village will one day be the capital of a mighty and prosperous kingdom. Our children’s children will sit at it’s head and one day pass their crown to the heads of their children. But that is a conversation for later,” he pulled you close, enveloping you in a strong embrace, “now, we rest.”

The small statured woman sat on her bed, humming softly, waiting for her little soldier. He was different. Better than anyone she's been with.

He always came after the stressful missions. Simon Ghost Riley was a strong wall of power in the field. But in the bedroom? He loved giving that control away with a reward of some dominance.

The woman opened the door, her little soldier was at the door, waiting.

"Hello, love." She let him in, closing the door behind him, and then sat on her bed.

"Knees, pup."

Simon sank down silently, already giving her the reigns, to let him be at ease. She leaned up, snatching his mask off. "There's my handsome man."

Simon never took his mask off, but if his girl asked for it. He'd do it. Any and everytime. The woman adjusted herself and spread her legs, teasing Simon. All he could do was stare at her through her dark green underwear.

"Please." He spoke softly, his accent think. "Tell me what you want." She chided softly, pressing a fitting into his strained pants. "To taste you. Please." He groaned softly

"Go head. But no touching, only your face."

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