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monstersighing · 18 hours
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Frankenstein monster x Fem!reader
Uhhh, this is actually kinda sweet, but also horny.
NSFW, 18+, Minor Do Not Interact
Frankenstein's Monster/Creature x Fem Reader
Content: penetrative sex, masturbation.
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You find him in the forest. A man, but strange. He’s tall and broad. Covered with scars and stitches on the parts of him you can see under his dirty hooded cape. There are birds surrounding him that he is feeding with a piece of hardened bread, so he doesn’t notice you at first. When he does, he flinches and pulls his hood down.
He is huge and tall and hooded, but you are not afraid.
You coax him towards you with soft words. Promises of food and shelter. And he follows you home.
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He is gentle despite his size and hardly speaks.
When you ask his name, he doesn’t reply, so you call him Francis, after a statue of the saint you once saw with birds on his shoulders and little creatures at his feet.
Francis pulls pails of water from the well and chops firewood with an energy and strength that makes something turn over in your stomach. Sometimes, you see him looking at you from under his hood. His eyes are two different colours, and both are beautiful.
When you tell him that, Francis shakes his head, unbelieving, but you think you see a smile.
The next day, he leaves his hood down.
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One night, sat together in the glow of the fire, you ask Francis where he came from, where he was born.
“I was not born. My father, he made me. Out of many men.”
He looks at you then, as if waiting for your disgust and rejection.
“So, you are a miracle of science, then. How wonderful,” you reply.
The surprise on his face makes it light up. You think you would give him a thousand compliments if he would just look like that more often.
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It has been a long dirty day of planting in the fields, so you boil pans of water over the fire, empty them in the tub and sink into the water.
You can hear the rhythmic sound of wood being chopped. You think of Francis’s grating rusty voice, his muscular shoulders. You imagine what those shoulders would feel like under your hands. What your legs would feel like wrapped around his waist.
You are rubbing yourself dry when the door creaks. You turn automatically, and see Francis at the door, hand clenched on the handle.
You don’t cover yourself, just let him gaze at your nakedness.
You hear the crumple of metal as the door handle cracks in Francis’s hand and he bolts.
You dress quickly and run outside, wet hair running rivulets down the back of your neck.
You find Francis in the barn, on his knees. His eyes are closed, and he is biting down on one hand as he fucks his straining cock into the fist of the other. You watch: the heaviness of his cock, his clenched eyelids, the desperate twitches of his hips. He comes quickly, and cum spurts and dribbles over his hand. When he removes the other from his mouth, you see the marks of teeth there.
You must make a noise because Francis opens his eyes then and sees you.
His reaction is instantaneous, a pulling up of trousers as he leaps to his feet and pushes past you and out of the barn door.
You shout after him as he runs towards the forest, but he does not stop or turn to look at you.
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Francis does not come back that evening.
In the morning you go looking for him.
He’s in the clearing in the forest where you first saw him.
“Come home,” you say. “Come home with me.” You do not know how to tell him, and you do not know how to ask, so you rise on your toes, and pull him down by his cloak so you can kiss him.
Frencis’s kiss is uncertain, but when you coax your tongue into his mouth you can taste the berries that he must have eaten.
It starts to rain, and you grab his hand to run through the forest and across the fields back home.
Once inside your home, you notice that his cape has kept him dry, but your clothes are soaked. Your nipples are cold and hard.
You strip to nakedness under Francis’s gaze and place his mismatched hands - one broader, with callouses, the other with long fingers - on your breasts.  He kneads at them roughly, and you watch him spread his legs to accommodate his filling cock.
You splay your legs and show him how to finger your already leaking cunt. His eyes flick from your wetness to your face, his two different coloured eyes hungry.
“The bed,” you say.
He ignores you and pushes you down to the floor.
He’s still clothed and your legs are spread wide. He looks like he wants to devour you. He pushes his trousers down and pulls off his shirt with a rip of seams. There’s a neatly stitched incision on his chest, in the shape of a Y.
Then he lines up his cock with your cunt and pushes deep inside you with a grunt. You cry out at the feeling of fullness and he begins to thrust into you, each ferocious push feeling deeper than the last.
Your legs lock as far as you can over his back, holding him deep and your hands roam his skin, touching the rough stitches that joint his arms to his shoulders. Proof that this man was made of many men. Now just one, who wants you, desperately. Who is showing you with each jolting push of his cock inside you.
His thrusts ruck up the rug beneath you, and you brace your arms against the floor. The resistance pushes him deeper into you. He comes with a howl: satisfied, animalistic. You feel his come, warm and sticky, flood into you.
He rears back then, and with his cock still seated inside you, Francis presses a finger around the stretched rim of your cunt and then inside, crooking up, hard. The impossible stretch makes your walls flutter, your thighs clench and your back arch with your orgasm.
Francis watches as his cock softens, and then slips out of your cunt, come leaking from your entrance. You sigh at the absence until he splays over you, a heavy comforting weight, and you sleep.
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tj-dragonblade · 1 day
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*chants from the stands*
RAIN KISS RAIN KISS RAIN KISS RAIN KISS
RAIN KISS RAIN KISS! Which is actually only a small part of this thing which doesn't actually take place in 1889 at all, unless dreams count. I have a few snippets scattered about already, conveniently tagged but unfortunately not chronological. And here, just for you, is a snippet of the smut that they get up to after all of that:
The sound Hob makes is exquisite and he is pushing up, closer, even as the weight of Dream atop him bears him all the way down to the bed. He squirms, knees splayed wide and thighs trembling, hands clenched in the sheets and face turned into them, panting, little whines of pleasure curling off the end of each breath as Dream seats himself fully. Dream noses into the hair at the nape of his neck, damp and fragrant with sweat, gives himself a long instant to savor the pulsing heat of Hob's body around his cock, then pushes up and braces himself, draws out, sinks in again with a sigh.
Hob cries out, tosses his head, gasping, so clearly on the edge; Dream fucks into him smoothly, steady and unhurried, dips down to brush his lips whisper-soft against the stubble-rough corner of Hob's jaw. "My Hob," he murmurs, to the tender skin beneath Hob's ear. "How I have. Longed, to have you this way—"
Hob shudders, breath catching; Dream noses up the back of Hob's ear, follows with the tip of his tongue while driving tenderly into him and Hob goes rigid beneath him, chokes on a strangled cry. His body seizes, clenching tight around Dream in rhythmic pulses as he spends himself into the sheets; Dream closes his eyes, feels with every trembling fiber of his being as Hob's pleasure peaks, then subsides. Hob wilts beneath him, limp, sated, and Dream shifts with him, kisses softly between his shoulder blades again and again.
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c4mbion · 11 months
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Mutuals STOP looking respectfully. Look at me with lustful and malicious/salacious intent ONLY!!!!!!!!
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babys-nsfw-thoughts · 8 months
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We really need to talk about how good balls are more bc like,,,, mouth stuffed full, nose pressed into their pubes, cock resting on your face,,, the picture of cute, dumb submission,,, you’re not gonna make them cum with any of your licking and sucking but it makes them feel good and it makes you look like a desperate slut,,,, them forcing your head into them, nose filling with their musk, head spinning,,, I’m just a bonus to your jerk off session <333
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bunnyflrt · 8 months
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nah nah but like the "treat her like a princess fuck her like a slut" concept. devotional doms. doms that love sinking to their knees for their sub and kissing your legs and thighs and giving you head until you cry. doms that service and obey everywhere but the bedroom. keeping their sub up all night, making you beg for every touch, then taking you shopping the next day and carrying all your bags for you, refusing to let you lift a finger. doms that worship, not out of submission, but out of a loving devotion. doms who will say the filthiest things when you're falling apart beneath them and then whisper praises up your body. doms that kiss your stomach, your fingertips, the insides of your wrists, the back of your knees, the small of your back, all before leaving bruises and marks all over your pretty body. doms who tie you up as if it's prayer, tracing the ropes along every inch of you. doms who fuck you like a whore but love you like a devotee.
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softdom-energy2 · 1 year
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Telling her “you’re so fucking pretty” while being inside her
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ohdearohmeohmy · 4 months
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*Types into pornhub* porn where man is pegged but it's like love and you can tell they're in love and that they're being cared for and that they're not forced to do this and that they enjoy and and not in pain with kissing and holding hands and-
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puppyboyproblem · 4 months
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im so horny fantasizing abt getting fucked at a party,,, either roughly pulling me into a bathroom so u can use me with a hand over my mouth while i try to keep quiet, or just lose control and start touching me with everyone around so they all know how much of a slut i am, its not like im good at hiding it anyways.
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fangfic · 4 months
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c4mbion · 11 months
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At what point in the ""talking stage"" do I tell them that they could put me on a leash and facefuck me if they wanted
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puppygirl-bixxi · 2 months
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what i say: haha you’re so silly
what i think: mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me mount me
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actualalivecreature · 2 months
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tell me ur a true switch without telling me ur a true switch lol
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needy-puppy · 7 months
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Playing a fun little game called 'catch the prey' where you release me into a forest and let me believe I'm getting away before you hunt me down and breed me on the forest floor <3
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