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🕑 Added 2024-12-19 15:30:02 +0000 UTCA/N: This is a mix of ideas of prompts I got when I asked thru Tumblr. Also, this contains cervix-penetration (?), I don’t know if that’s the correct term, but like if you aren’t into that, be aware.
Big foot x fem!reader || knotting, breeding, size kink, oral sex
When they asked you to join a mission to find big foot, you were saying “yes” before you thought twice about it. It had been a goal of yours to find the hidden monster. And truth be told, maybe your motives were a bit dirtier than the average person who wanted to find him. But you didn’t care. You would find him, and then… time will tell.
That’s how you found yourself lost in the middle of a snowstorm, your human team someplace you didn’t know, completely alone in the middle of kilometers and kilometers of just… winter white wonderland. You were lost. And you feared you’d die there. But what made everything worst is that you didn’t even find him.
Or so you thought.
You are walking in circles. You remembered there was a trail someplace close to where you think you are, but the snow is so thick you don’t even know if you are in the right place. You can’t see more than two meters ahead of you, the wind is deafening and your body is slowly giving up.
You know it’s a bad idea to sit down. You know it’s even a worse idea to lay down in the snow, but your body is so heavy and you feel so tired… And then a shadow of a monster appears in your peripheral. Maybe it’s just a vision, maybe you are really dying and your brain is conjuring images of what you wished most: to find him.
But then the monster is kneeling next to your body, picking you up and cradling you against his body. “You are freezing,” he whispers against your head.
The sound of the wind against your ears is so strong he might be shouting for all you know. But you can’t focus on that, you can only focus on the way his furry body feels warm against your coldness. He feels like a warm blanket in a cozy winter day, and you melt against his body as soon as he presses you close. You sigh and mumble: “found you,” before you black out.
You wake up naked in a stranger’s bed, furs covering you as someone moves around. You open your eyes to find the cutest cabin, you can still see the snow outside and the wind is rattling the windows, but everything feels calm and quiet inside this little paradise.
And then you see him. You finally see him. He’s adding wood to the fire, and his body is so tall he can almost hit the ceiling when standing. He’s humming some tune as he works and your insides feel so warm and content for the first time in your life, it’s the weirdest feeling. You never thought you’d find him, you had hope, but you were still not 100% sure about it.
You sit up, covering your boobs with the blanket, and stare at his big furry body, all white haired and tall as a tree. “It’s you,” you deadpan, your brain short-circuiting.
He turns around so fast he accidentally lets go of the wood he was holding. The logs roll all over the place, but he’s not looking at them, he’s looking at you with amazement in his eyes. “I- You are awake,” he responds, equally surprised. His mouth is hanging open and you almost want to giggle, he looks adorable. “I- I found you in the snow,” he adds, as if it wasn’t obvious.
“You found me? I thought I was all alone in there, it was very scary,” there’s a tremble at the end, your voice breaking when you remembered you almost died. You almost froze to death out there.
“I- I was walking back home when I heard you asking for help,” he says, stuttering a bit. You know that’s a lie, you didn’t ask for help, you were too cold to even open your mouth when he found you.
“I was? I don’t remember that,” you throw back, your eyebrow arched in suspicion.
He blinks slowly at you, his hands fidgeting and making you want to sigh dreamily. He’s way more handsome and cute than you expected, he looks good enough to eat and you want nothing else but to devour him. To claim what’s rightfully yours. You almost say that out loud when he talks.
“I might… I might have been around,” he lets out in a mumble, almost too low for you to hear, but then something inside of you clicks.
“You were the one who left all that wood there. The one who helped me find trails and food, cover when we were cold…” Your realization only makes your heart beat faster.
He was there. He was around all the time, he was around your camp since day one. You found so weird how stuff kept appearing, but you never doubted the fates. But knowing it was him? Your heart is trying to escape your chest and reach him.
He nods slowly. “I watched you for a while…” He confesses in a rough tone, almost shy. “You… Those humans… They smelled so wrong, but you smelled just perfect. I couldn’t get away. And then they were so stupid to follow a path down the hill leaving you behind and I- I couldn’t leave you there. I couldn’t hold back when you were alone and freezing.” There’s an edge to his tone that you can’t pinpoint, but the words of the coven resonate inside your brain.
“You saved me,” you tell him, breathless. You want to kiss him so bad, but he’s across the room and you are very much naked.
“And now you can’t leave this cabin because you’ve seen the monster, what a savior am I,” he laughs without any humor behind it. He seems almost mad at himself for it, like wanting you, saving you, is somewhat a bad thing.
“Who said I wanted to leave this cabin?” You ask. You try to sound as sincere as possible as you stare at him, unblinkingly.
He looks utterly confused. “What? But you… You are human, and I… I’m not. I’m a monster.” The self-deprecating tone is throwing you off, wanting nothing more than to kick him for being so stupid. Doesn’t he know it? He must. He’s the one with super senses in this situation.
“But I’m your mate,” you state, looking straight to his furry face.
He gasps when you say it out loud, his eyes shining with hope as he walks to the bed, stopping at the edge of the mattress, staring down at you. He looks so fucking big right there, almost double your size. Fuck, that’s hot.
“How do you know that?” He sounds so surprised you almost laugh, but you know this is a huge moment for both of you, you need to be careful, you don’t want to scare the monster away.
You look at him for a few more seconds, you can see the anxiety creeping in his features when you finally explain: “I was raised by a coven of witches. They told me to come looking for you, they urged me to do so. I’ve known you were my mate since a long time ago, but the time wasn’t right, or so the elders said.” You don’t tell him about the way you argued with the elders and tried to escape to find him at least three times in the past. But they were right, the timing was all wrong back then.
He tries to talk, to say something, but there’s only grunts that leave his mouth, making you smile. That makes him finally let out some words: “So you… You are here to stay?” His hope matches your own, ready to be mated, ready to be owned and own him…
“Yes, my mate. I’m here to stay,” you repeat.
You don’t get to say anything else before he launches at you, his big body sending you backwards on the bed, giggling as his mouth closes over your pulse point and he starts marking your neck with love bites. You groan, your body reacting instantly to his presence and his touch. He keeps repeating “my mate, my precious” over and over, his lips and fangs gracing every part of you. It’s marvelous to finally have him, to finally be touching him and spending time with him.
He pulls the blankets away, throwing them over his shoulder like a madman as he touches every part of your body he can. His soft chest hair feels great against your erect nipples, and when he closes his warm mouth over one of them, you scream to the heavens and pull at his hair. That makes him stop, looking at you with hooded eyes and a smirk.
“Do that again,” he asks, his voice going lower than before, making your pussy tingle.
You pull at his hair again and he groans, the sound is so hot you almost have a mini-orgasm right there and then. But you are easily distracted when his mouth closes around your nipple again. You pull as he sucks, and he hums against your flesh, it’s so good you can’t stop moaning.
He travels lower, kissing your stomach as he parts your legs. He pushes your legs over his shoulders and his eyes meet yours in the filthiest position ever. He smirks before driving right in. You cry out in pleasure when his mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard and fast, his tongue dancing around the pearl as your brain melts into a puddle of ecstasy. He grunts every time you pull at his hair, and it only makes it hotter. He’s enjoying your pussy like it’s his last meal and you aren’t complaining, you are barely thinking as he sucks and licks and probes and rubs…
The orgasm catches you off guard, too unfocused to feel it coming, but when it hits you, you pull at his hair so hard he lets out a soft “ouch” against your pussy. You rub your pussy against his face, drawing your pleasure as high and fast as possible as wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body until you are nothing but a puddle of human on the mattress.
He pulls back, his furry face drenched in your juices as he licks his lips, humming like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. “Are you ready to be monster fucked, my mate?” He asks in a low tone, his hands caressing your legs as he pulls them over his shoulders again, pushing them back until you are folded almost completely, the tip of his huge cock probing your entrance.
“Fuck me, you big monster,” you answer, pushing your hips up as he presses down.
You both sigh in contentment when his dick starts tunneling into your welcoming pussy. He’s so big you almost feel like he’s splitting you in two, but it feels so good you want to thank him. But then he whimpers, and stops.
“Are you… Are you all the way in?” You ask him, confused at his sudden stop.
“I- I can’t go further, you are too tiny,” he says, like it pains him to say it. “There’s no room for more,” he adds, trying to push deeper, but unable to.
You can feel him poking at your cervix, the movement of his hips, sending shivers down your spine. You push your hips up, trying to get him further, but nothing happens, he can’t get past it and you are already panting. He’s so big, and it feels so good.
The pressure against your cervix feels weird but in a good way, in a promising way, in a way that makes you want to shiver and scream his name. You urge him to try harder pushing your hips up, and up, and up…
And then your body opens for him. You feel something inside of you release completely as he pushes forward, bottoming out and making you see galaxies dancing in your vision. It’s too good, too hard, too big… It’s too much and not nearly enough.
He’s panting, too, his body rigid as he lets you accommodate his girth and length. “Can I move?” He asks between gritter teeth, there’s sweat on his forehead as he tries not to move.
You take a few deep breaths, trying to say something without moaning. “Yes,” you whisper finally.
And then you are both done for.
He fucks into you like the monster he is, pulling back until only the tip is inside of you, just to push back inside until his dick is almost gracing your uterus. It’s the most intense fucking of your life, and it feels so good you can’t contain the cries of ecstasy, the gushing of juices around his cock as he destroys your pussy completely. It’s fast and hard, it’s everything you’ve ever needed and wanted and so much more.
Your next orgasm builds slower, fire pooling in your lower belly until you feel the pleasure crashes into you. His screams mirror yours as his dick is shoved as deep as he can go and you feel something widening at the base, locking you two together. Your vision disappears and you forget the world exists as he knots you. Your orgasm lasts so long you black out and come back still coming.
He’s chanting praises about your beauty and your pussy, about how good it feels and how you were made for him, how you are so tiny but you took him so well. With each word he lets out, a new wave of pleasure runs down your body, leaving you breathless. You can’t answer, you can’t say or do anything, your brain is completely fried as he stuffs you to the brim.
After a while (a long while), he stops coming and his knot deflates. He pulls out, and you feel the gush of cum dripping down. He realizes, too, because he looks down and a soft pink colors his cheeks. So cute. “You just fucked me into oblivion and now you are shy?” You ask, amused.
His eyes never leave your dripping pussy. “I’m not shy… I just… I like…” He stutters, getting redder and making you coo at him.
“You like to breed me until your come is dripping out of my abused hole?” You ask without shame. He gets redder, and you giggle.
There’s a second of indecision before you feel his fingers probing your entrance and pushing the cum back inside. “I like you more when you are stuffed and unable to form words,” he deadpans, matching your energy and making butterflies move around your stomach.
“What are you waiting for, then?” You tease.
It takes him two seconds to get what you mean, but after that… After that he breeds you so much and so many times that you aren’t sure if you can hold any more come inside of your poor pussy.
