#monster/reader

[sirsadly]

request: orc/human - human is the orc's tailor; are they upset cuz the clothing keeps getting messed up? are the appalled by the quality of their former clothing for being so shoddy? does the orc's current ensemble simply not bring out their eyes? are they distracted during a fitting for their friend who deserves nice clothes dammit and didn't expect their ripped-ness to be such a problem because it isn't with their other customers? is this fantasy or modern? -shrugs- i apparently have more thoughts than i thought but this work training is so very boring - feel free to use none of them but the overall prompt but i crave anything that doesn't discuss "the five subcategories on this slide" pls

i hope you got through that work training okay, and you enjoy this mini fic. sorry for being beyond late ;)

Where My Hand Treads 

male orc with gender neutral reader

591 words | sfw

Their thighs ate up most of the measuring tape. Their very same thigh you perfectly custom made pants for, that now stretched taut against the gulf of their muscles.

As their tailor, you were happy about their frequent patronage, but it felt like they carefully maneuvered the small shop you worked at least twice a week with an old garment at hand needing repair.

Sometimes that garment was something you made a week prior that needed mending. You wondered what their lifestyle could be like to warrant this many repairs, not that your wallet was complaining. Curiosity that is what we will call it for now, what that shapely legs do for a living.

You could excuse the ripping and loose threads, but what had you up in arms with annoyance, frustration, and maybe even anger was how his ensemble made the least amount of sense. Though he had all the pieces of a professional suit, he never seemed to put the right colours together. And when he did something of the proportions was off, or fraying at the hems hence coming to the shop.

Most importantly it hurt to see a diamond just covered in mud, his clothes never seemed to bring out his personality or the colour of his warm brown eyes. You told him as much after measuring him again for the second time this month, to make sure his clothes were not faulty on your part.

“You want to style me? But I don’t think you provide those services.” He said slowly. “Is this an exclusive offer for my frequent patronage, if so do other clients get this treatment as well.”

“You’re right we don’t. I think I’ve never offered anyone this. It’s just that you clearly need help assembling an outfit, especially if you are going to be here every day needing a garment repaired.”

His eyes wandered towards the rumbling ceiling of your small shop under the subway tracks, rubbing at the back of his head in thought. You have embarrassed him, your banter does not always read as playful as you would hope. Your ears heat in shame, in the already hot summer afternoon. Your words might not always lift a person’s confidence but you knew what you could achieve with your sewing machine and your critical eye. You knew it every time a client looked in the mirror after a fitting. 

“Please allow me, I just think you are not shining to your highest capacity. Everyone has certain colours and cuts that make them look effortlessly put together. Not everyone gets to learn that, it’s something you either gotta be passionate about or learn early on.”

Your eyes looked straight ahead to his distracted ones, trying to catch the colour change of his mood. “I would like to extend that knowledge so that you may be your brightest self. I did not mean to embarrass you…” you trailed off after his lips pulled tight. He seemed to be enduring you, that expression twin to those braving the biting wind. 

His tusks jutted out, a bit large for his face with his brown eyes, squat nose, and long curls.

You were already imagining the colours you would pull for him, neutral reds and browns for his green skin, toeing that line to bring out his complexion. He would be magnificent. This you could do, this where your hands have tread before.

“My body is in your capable hands, Tailor.” The comment did not go unnoticed, but you knew words could only go so far.

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[cozycryptidcorner]

after an argument ending with a breakup, your boyfriend disappears for three months. three months of agony, wondering when the police would find his corpse. three months of nauseous anxiety during searches where every overturned leaf might reveal a scavenged body part. three months where you had to give up any hope of finding him alive.... and he just walks out of the forest one day like he had only briefly been lost.

something about him is changed. it's wrong. you didn't notice at first, so relieved to see him and so furious he hadn't been careful. you assumed the air was just awkward, you still hadn't forgotten the hateful fights and ugly words.

but he has. or at least he acts like it. because he does not remember the breakup, he insists there shouldn't be one. And maybe you're done with giving him chances, but whatever happened in the forest really has him shaken up. he's attentive. does the dishes without having to be asked. buys you little things when he thinks of you.

it's like he's a completely new person. so when he asks you to marry him, you say yes. because you think he actually got his shit together, and that he actually changed for the better.

were you wrong for that?

Winner of this poll for yassifying an old classic scifi movie:

#exophilia #alien #trust me girlies he's a poor little meow meow #you're looking at a murderer that loves his wife #mild gore #monster/reader #unhinged oc #adding this one to the list #art #my art

[demigoddessqueens]

in the wood

Pairing - male satyr x human

Also here on ao3

Summary: before a tournament, you go to seek the attention of your lover

Writing prompts - “sometimes I worry about you too much” + “it’s never too late to spend time with you” + running thumb over other’s hand + hello/goodbye kiss

You knew every inch of your family’s villa, which is why it didn’t take you long to find him. Bastet’s children pounced about the garden to keep mice away. Making your way through to the tree where you two regularly met, you paused for a moment.

“Sometimes I worry about you too much.”

You smiled in familiarity at Titus’s voice. Turning to face him, your heart never ceased its beating at his kind smile.

Quickly closing the space between you two, you hugged him tightly along with a deep kiss. The nerves for tomorrow’s tournament subsided just for a bit as he held you.

When you pulled away for air, both of your hands were still joined. You cupped his handsome face with them, thumb reassuringly brushing against his hand.

“You have nothing to worry about. Fortune favors my odds tomorrow, and I will return to you a victor.”

“I know, but still—.”

A cheek kiss near the corner of his mouth that only silenced him for a moment.

The imploring look in those hazel eyes were enough to almost make you reconsider, but you remained adamant.

“Trust me, I will look for you first. It’s never too late in the day to celebrate with you.”

#exophilia #my writing #satyr character #monster x reader #exophilia writing #monster/human #fanfic #writeblr #monster x gender neutral reader #satyr/human #monster x you #monster boyfriend #monster x human #monster/reader #monster x y/n

[sorenmarie87]

Meet Mx. Raimi and Ms. Hayden

Author Note: Hi guys, gals and nonbinary pals <3 I know it's been forever and day since I've written anything but I hope you enjoy this. This is kind of a new thing I'm working on and yes, there will be more.

Just a few notes - Raimi is a nonbinary (afab) demon who uses they/them pronouns and Hayden is a middle school teacher/glucose guardian to Raimi. If that's not your cup of tea, you can skip reading this :)

Raimi swore that after all the cleaning they had done, they were going to curl up on their couch and nap for the next seven years.  It was certainly an option and they certainly had the time.  

Raimi's boss had noticed they were running on fumes and nudged them into taking a month off.  Raimi weighed the pros and cons, and it wasn't like they didn't have the PTO saved up.  Their boss had to reassure them several times that everything would be fine and yes, they had enough workers to cover for them.  

With a sigh, Raimi rung out the wet rag they had used and tossed it on one of the empty rungs of their towel rack.  Laundry was done and put away, the dishes were washed and the house was clean.  There were still some small things they could do, but that was future Raimi’s problem. 

--

 “Guys, Ms. Hayden is smiling at her phone again.”

“It must be Thursday.”  Hayden peered over her phone at the small audience watching her.

“Wait, why are Thursdays so special?”  

"Not sure, we just know Ms. Hayden gets all giddy but anytime we ask her about it, she always deflects and tries to tell us about something else.”

"If you gremlins really want to know,"  Hayden chuckled as her class yelled out yes in unison and she slid her phone into her back pocket, "I sent someone close to me a very big package and they sent me several texts about how it was too much and that they don't deserve it."

Hayden folded her arms and leaned against the front of her desk.  She could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket, but she'd have to wait until her students left to read what was sent to her.

"If they don't want it, we'd gladly take it."  The twins answered in unison.  

"You don't even know what it is." 

"It's a gift from Ms. Hayden, and that's one of the best things in the world."  Hayden smiled at the two and she could hear the quiet giggles from the back of the room.  

The questions went on until the final bell of the day rang.  "Have a safe weekend you guys!"  

Once the classroom was clear, she pulled her phone out and tapped on her messages.  

Devil's Food Cake - I know I can't take back what I said but I really am grateful for what you got for me.  

Devil's Food Cake - You could at least come over tonight and help me set everything up.  

Hayden grinned as she typed out her response.  I'll be there as soon as I can.  Hope you don't mind me picking up something to eat for the two of us.

Devil's Food Cake - No, that's fine.   Be safe and text me whenever you get here.

Will do.

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OC Taglist - @lovetusk @coffee-obsessed-writer @littlehotmess26 @docharleythegeekqueen @mirajanefairytailmage @artemisthebadgerdger

#demon #demon x reader #nb demon/reader #monster/reader #monster/human

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader

Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.

[Second Part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)

You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.

Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.

It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.

"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"

One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.

The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.

Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #tentacle monster #monster smut #terato #teratophillia #monster fucker

[blueparadis]

when you sit on his lap, legs spread apart from each other, folded and glued along his thighs your dragon!boyfriend knows that it is time for some "instinct inspection" or as you like to put it but he knows that it will eventually end up being much more than that; it always does: either end up him getting hard when you are done or you hurt yourself spilling blood in drops. tsk, what a waste!

but today, it is going to be more than that. . .

"Say ahh," you would order, just like other days, before grazing your index finger against his fangs. At first, it does not grow, you just feel the sharp edge of his fangs on your supple skin. what a tease you are! It grows when you pull away your hand and adjust on his lap for a better grip and angle.

"Bad manners," you would say whenever you spot him letting go of his human form. he even remembers hearing that when he lowly growling in front of strangers who were following you the other night but at times like these, when the whole world is busy, when no one is looking at you two—he can let go of it; that carefully crafted camouflaged self to fool your kind and let his dormant side take over.

"It is just a bite," he would say after sucking your blood from your wrist as he held your arm by the wrist. But it is kind of frustrating, don't you think? how you are sitting on his lap, checking if he has hunted any animals or eaten your kind or not. And when you see he has been such a good boy, slowly learning to control his habits and instincts, don't you think it's a little unfair when you don't reward him? He licks the trickling blood along your hand from up your elbow to your wrist; you can see two dots, fairly distanced and round but somehow it does not hurt.

To think that you would teach him about 'control' and 'instinct', what a naive human being you are.

Even though you are still sitting on his lap, one of his hands holding yours from where he freshly sucked your sweet blood and your other hand is holding his yet you feel something tightening around your belly. You do not stop him as his tail wraps around your body, his eyes slowly getting to glow, his skin changing, shining but before he changes completely you kiss him, kiss him with full might as if you will do the moment your lips part from his.

And when you pull away, he just takes deep breaths and says, "One more time," gulping he adds, "Please," now how could you turn that down even though he has been quite rebellious.

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[cosmicstarlatte]

Me: yeah we're tying the knot next week

Werewolf fiance who's never heard that phrase: we're going to what

#monster headcanons #monster x human #monster x you #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster bf #monster lover #monster fluff #monster fucker #monsterfucker #werewolf bf #werewolf boyfriend #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic monsterfucker . ⊹

[theres-a-body-here]

Having a Minotaur Boyfriend would be so fucking funny

Like imagine crying on the couch and you hear his thunderous, big body SUV built ass footsteps approach you.

"Baby, what's wrong," he says tenderly as he rubs your shoulder.

You look up to explain how bad your day was with tears in your eyes and you fucking see this:

I made a small drabble based on this

#minotaur #minotaur x reader #minotaur x human #minotaur boyfriend #monsterfucker #monster x human #monster boyfriend #teratophillia

[dampsleeves]

werewolf partner who is terrified of turning around you because they're not sure how much control they'll lack in wolf-form. They make you chain them up in the basement, lock the door, and arm yourself with a gun just in case. Finally the time comes, and you're ready. You expect to hear growling and thrashing, or some sort of vicious struggle. But you only hear faint whimpers. You decide to go downstairs to see what's up, and there you find them, in their wolf form - ears back, head down, looking sad and scared. You approach, and still, no aggression.

After a few moments, you even decide to sit next to them. They lean in cautiously to sniff you, their eyes lighting up as they seem to recognize your scent. They immediately scoot over and lay their gigantic head in your lap, still whimpering and shaking - clearly seeking comfort from you. You expected a ferocious monster from how they'd warned you, but instead, you essentially got a giant puppy. You gently stroke and cuddle your werewolf until they fall asleep on you. Exhausted from all the previous excitement, and not wanting to leave them scared and alone, you fall asleep too. You're awoken in the morning by them - back in human form - shaking you in a panic. They found you lying next to them in a pile of fur, and thought that something had happened - that you were dead. They're glad to be wrong, as you rub the sleep from your eyes. When they find out what all actually happened, they're extremely relieved, but a little embarrassed.

#monster x human #monster smut #monster boyfriend #monster lover #huge monster #monster romance #monster girlfriend #monster love #monster bf #monster fluff #monster girl #monster boy #monster kink #monster x reader

[sirsadly]

Requests

I’m taking requests again, anything between 500-1000 words about any monster/fae or pairing. Just send a request through the asks or DM me! Literally a sentence of what you want it to be about.

I’m losing creativity and haven’t been writing much. So these little prompts or mini fics (I’ll call them) will help me get into the mode of writing again! I hope to produce more work in 2023 <3

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[cozycryptidcorner]

Monster Match #1

This is a monster match for the awesome @breakingthediaphragm. Thank you so much for commissioning me!

For the included blurb for the match: I'm transmasc, and a pretty big guy. Picture your average, young bear and you've pretty much got it. I adore monsters that make me feel small, and love it when they're rough and possessive. I'm also a writer, and have a miniature natural history museum in my living room (both oddities and pretty things from nature). I'm also pretty big into BDSM, am quite a masochist, and love the thought of being caught/hunted/pinned down without a way to fight back. I'm a physicist, and a lab researcher.

Augerino

Thirteen nosebleeds in two weeks, that’s how dry it is in the rocky desert. Carefully, you tilt your head forward, plugging your nostrils with a tissue as you inhale slowly through your mouth. Your lips are chapped, your hands are cracking, and your eyes are itchy and uncomfortable, yet the temperature is a cool balmy morning. 

You’re not used to breathing here yet, it has a lightness to it that strangely settles in your ears. Even the underground lab air, which is filtered rigorously, still sucks your tongue and throat dry. 

Though you’re not lingering on how uncomfortable the air makes you. You’re busy staring at a hole eaten through the particle collider. 

“What the fuck,” one of the other lab researchers mumbles to themselves. She seems to speak for everyone, because there isn’t else much to say about the cavernous tunnel sprouting through solid metal and miles of earth. 

Carefully, you check your nose again, noting the puddle of blood has tapered off. Tossing the tissue to the trash, you creep closer to the hole, looking up at the dripping rock. It looks ground up, like a giant corkscrew dug its way through… you don’t see the sky, only dirt, until the tunnel curves away from your phone’s flashlight. Then you aim your flashlight down, down, down, down, until you back away before the vertigo takes you. 

“How are we even supposed to report this?” You ask, eyebrows arched. 

“I guess… by stating the facts,” your supervisor says, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. 

This is not the only time this happens. 

No, this million-dollar research project begins to look more like a prion-eaten brain in the coming weeks. Now that everyone knows to look for it, you and your coworkers begin pulling overnight shifts in the lab. The military comes knocking at your door, but your supervisor makes it abundantly difficult for them to do whatever they want. 

It’s the only reason you were able to finally catch a glimpse of what’s doing this, alone, with nothing more than your phone’s shaky camera footage as proof. 

The digging is so clean that the lab barely shakes, like a mild earthquake. You can still maneuver around, though it’s a little more difficult than normal, but you’re determined to find out what’s been eating through equipment so expensive, it makes you dizzy to think about. 

You can barely find the words to describe it. Large, definitely. Something. Somehow. The specific dusty red color of dirt, twisting, turning… drilling, it’s drilling, you realize, the curves of its body spinning slowly into the linoleum flooring. It’s not- could it be one being? Or many? There’s writhing in its skin, like millions of tendrils are wrapping around a larger body, pulsing together. 

That’s the part that surprises you the most, it’s slow, like a large, lumbering beast. Yet it disappears before you fully manage to take in what exactly is happening, its thick tail flicking up and around before vanishing in its tunnel. 

Noisy, the back of your head rumbles. Noisy. Silence. 

The university that owns the collider pulls the plug on the project, and orders everyone out. As you gather your things, a young sergeant with an attractive mustache tries to get you to sign an NDA. You’re doing a great job ignoring him, and he’s becoming more and more frustrated, until he mutters something about a smoke break and leaves you alone. 

Silence, more silence. Good. 

That’s not your own thought, you realize. You recognize the voice from yesterday, when whatever that was crossed your path. 

“Hello?” you ask, dubiously. Then, in an effort to reframe from becoming insane, you think, Hello?

A pause. A rumble, then silence. Some blood drips down your nose, and you hastily wipe it with your sleeve, your heart pounding. 

Hello, footwalker.

You’re not crazy, you’re not crazy. Blinking rapidly, you think, as loudly as you can, Are you- have you been eating through my- our lab? 

I don’t consume. I clean…. home. Filthy. Loud. 

You lean your head back, looking at the cracks in the wall, and take a deep breath. Okay. Well, you might definitely be a part of the biggest scientific discovery of mankind, but not the way you thought you would be. Calm down. 

It’s… old, you realize, rattling conversation through your skull and back. You force yourself to take longer packing your things, communicating back and forth with the creature. It doesn’t even speak- it forces feelings of need into anyone’s brains, though only a few can listen and understand. 

You manage to push feelings back, and you can feel the creature’s relief. It trusts you enough to allow you another glimpse, showing you the countless tendrils that help shape its body into a drill of some sort. Different patterns for different layers of rock.

The head of the creature is tough, its tendrils are leathery and flexible. Its mouth is small, only able to eat the smaller grains of dirt full of organic material. Nor does it have any teeth, only grinding muscles inside of its throat, opening its mouth wide for you to look in. You only feel a small prick of fear, but it doesn’t consume larger animals… the amount of meat and bacteria in your body would make it sick. 

It also gives the best hugs, after you explain what one is. Pulls you close with its tendrils and squeezes your body close. It can wrap you up like a straightjacket, limbs tight at your sides. You can feel its hearts pulse through the skin, some beats faint from the distance, some strong. It can tuck you beneath what would be its chin and let you sleep, it’s body cool against the desert heat during the day. 

It doesn’t know if there are others like it, it’s been asleep for so long that it forgets if there were others when it burrowed into the earth to rest. The stars all look different, the landscape strange, but it exists without much care to think about it further. It can reproduce on its own, though it needs a warm place to store its snippet of itself while it grows. 

#monster match #nonhuman #nonhumanoid #monster/reader

[demigoddessqueens]

my heart song for you

Pairing - male tiefling x human

Also here on ao3

Summary: A return from a hunt leaves you cold and tired, and seeking the arms of another.

Writing prompts - “maybe if you’re good, you’ll get something later” + “the way I feel about you is like nothing I’ve ever felt before” + small kisses across each other’s face(s) + cold and warm hands

The sounds and music from the tavern grew ever louder. Having come back from the hunt, your bow arm grew weary from exertion and the frosty air.

You were relieved to be back, but more determined to be back in the arms of the one you dearly missed.

A mischievous tiefling named Mal. With that gleam in his eye, and purring voice, you felt a smile creep up on your face.

As you got further into town, the sounds from the tavern got louder. You could hear the purring melodious voice a mile away. He always did like a good song.

“—world’s smallest violin”

“—let’s just live for today! And don’t worry!”

As soon as you crept through the entrance, his golden eyes locked with yours. Head turned quickly, you could hear the jewels dangling from his horns.

Fixated on you, you both had a growing smile as Mal continued his song. Sauntering over, it felt as if it was only you two in the room and not just magical creatures from all walks of life.

“I got to have all your love, gimme some lovin’!!”

“And now I need all your lovin’!!”

As soon as the song had ended, your weapons had been tossed to the side and you were breathless from dancing around.

The rest of the tavern broke into rambunctious applause and cheers, but you found yourself tethered back in Mal’s arms. The warmth that ran through him made you feel like you were finally home.

Though he was the instigator, the tiefling didn’t care about who may have been watching. Shamelessly, he placed kisses along your neck and cheeks before claiming your lips.

“I missed you, my jewel.”

#exophilia #my writing #monster lover #tiefling #exophilia writing #monster x gender neutral reader #tiefling/human #monster x human #fanfic #writeblr #monster/human #writers on tumblr #monster/reader #monster x reader #monster x y/n #monster boyfriend #dnd #monster x you #dnd tiefling #original work

[werecreature-addicted]

Vampire whimpering and moaning while he drinks your blood and he gets all breathless as he tells you how good you taste and also he’s jacking off the whole time. Think about it.

#vampire x reader #monster imagine #monster fucker #monster #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #vampire imagine #vampire x human #vampire smut

[20tmblwd01]

Imagine getting fucked by a ghost or an invisible force in front of a mirror. There’s nothing you can do but feel and see your gaping pussy. The best part is that you never know when they’re going to fuck you again since you can’t see them <3

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[scoptopophobia]

Imagine: a werewolf bf who holds out from having sex with you because he’s embarrassed of having a small cock. (Or at least what he considers small compared to other werewolves)

Through lots of reassurance, he finally builds up the confidence to show you his leaky cock, already swollen and hard for you.

Your eyes get big at the sight, considering it’s huge by human standards. But he thinks you’re surprised by how “small” he is and starts to get nervous and whiny.

His huge clawed paws reach down to cover his aching length, only for your own soft hands to stop him. You grasp his cock, hand not even able to close around his girth. Immediately he cries out at the sensation, bucking his hips into your hand and begging for more.

When he finally coaxes you onto his lap, he has to force himself not to snap his hips into you at the first brush of your soaked pussy against his painfully hard cock.

Once you begin to sink down on him, he tosses his head back and mumbles out a growl about how tight you are. Meanwhile you’re struggling to take all of him, his cock is bullying its way into your cunt as you press your hips down.

In a moment of weakness in his restraint, werewolf bf grasps your hips and slams you the rest of the way down with a howl.

You cry out in pain and pleasure as his fat cock is now pressing impossibly deep, nestled right against your cervix. He’s a mess of whines and growls, he can’t handle the pulsing grip of your pussy. He tips his muzzle down to lick your neck as an apology for his roughness.

He apologizes for his “small” size, meanwhile you’re brain dead on his thick cock pressing against your g-spot. He notices this and chuckles at you,

“Aw, maybe not so small after all? Is it too big darling?”

Instead of answering, you press your hips down firmly and his knot pushes into your stuffed pussy, eliciting a deep growl from his chest.

He drools slightly as he grinds his hips up to meet yours until he’s shooting thick hot cum right against your cervix. His cum filling you even more triggers your own release and you moan and cry as you cum on his pulsing knot.

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[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Imagine you're a scientist. You work for, probably, not the most ethical of organizations. The work you do was supposed to involve research demonic power and it uses to better the world. But, instead, you've found yourself observing and dispensing of gallons of demon cum.

The idea started simple. Demons generate energy through their impulsive and sinful natures. So, if one can find a way to "milk" out that energy, then it could be used a potential limitless source to power anything one can dream of.

The drawback is that, between the seven deadly sins, Lust has been the only nature that's consistently drawn the most power over time.

Thus, you - standing in front of the observation bay windows - watching a demon pound away into a milking machine. He was large and muscular, thick horns jutting outwards and sharp enough to kill a man with the smallest of gestures. He had a name - supposedly - but demon language meant nothing but gibberish to human ears. You just called him "Dee".

The job wouldn't be so bad, The cum wasn't very useful and you had the job of disposing of it, if it weren't for the fact that the more "higher up" scientists had noticed this particular demons energy output rose exponentially when you watched them.

It wasn't being in the same room, whether it be through camera or window, the thing somehow knew when you were watching him. In recordings, he would fuck into the machine, for lack of a better word, "vanilla". Rhythmically fucking in and out almost bored by its predicament. But when you entered the room... When you watched the live feed...

Dee's breath hitched and he picked up the speed. His hips pulled out in long and swaying thrusts, becoming more targeted to the phantom mares inner collection chamber. As if he were fucking a real body. His body hunched forward and he breathed against the metal frame and spoke in demon tongue. And his claws, they dragged into the ground, being careful not "hurt" the fake body it was presented with.

It was showing off. Everyone knew that it was thinking of you when it thrust inside. That it wanted you to replace that the unfeeling, robotic hole that it fucked day in and day out.

And, what started out as disgust, was slowly turning warmth and arousal. You were growing jealous of the mechanical contraction it bred.

It should be you.

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