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how do we feel about werewolf piss marking?
feel free to ignore if it’s not your thing <3
I think one of the drawbacks of this blog being focused solely on monster fucking is I don't get to talk about my other kinks and piss-marking makes me absolutely feral.
Werewolf fucking you so hard you piss on his cock, not even just squirt or getting wet but just losing yourself completely as he pounds into you. he's reluctant to let you go or clean himself up he says it's because he wants to take care of you and cuddle, but really he's hoping your scent soaks into his scent and stains him.
If you two shower together, in between feeling you up and fucking you in the shower, he'll release himself on you, making you kneel before him so he can give you a proper golden shower. that's not his favorite though, since you're in the shower you just wash his scent off right away.
His favorite is to piss inside of you, filling you up and watching his urine gush out of you around the base of his cock as he fucks you full. Or right after he's knotted you, the two of you still locked together, He loves hearing you whine about how gross he is and squirming to get away from him, he knows you love it and you'll let him do it again.
He loves it when other werewolves walk by you in public and he watches their noses twitch as they catch his scent on you. it gets him so turned on knowing he has this mark on you, it makes him want to pin you down and mark you again.
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dr3c0mix · 2 days
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got exams next week but ive been having silly little thoughts for a while now and i thought you guys are probably starving rn so here it is
imagine a mercenary group made up of hybrids and you, a small lil guy, has been stationed with 2 big burly hybrids for a mission
not sure if i want dog hybrids or cat hybrids or something
snow leopard hybrid and tiger hybrid being protective over tiny black cat darling whos supposed to be their scout. they make up excuses like "youre too small and domesticated to handle such intense missions, just let us pamper you and we'll save the easy ones for you ok?"
or
husky and german shepherd hybrids with a golden retriever darling. theyre all strict and mean business but they are struggling to keep up their professional behaviour when their teammate is literally helping a grandma across the street while theyre waiting for their target to appear
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wolf and bear fawning (hah) over deer darling. theyre supposed to be the team's medic and they go crying to you saying theyve scraped a knee or something (when theyve literally taken bullets during missions) just to spend time with you (this ones a little bit too much like my yan!minotaur tho)
idk what do you guys think?
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aboutwerewolves · 3 days
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@lulz-nematode-belmont ask and you shall receive 🫶🏻 and i'm sorry this took soooo long.
Since you were little you've always feared monsters and the dark. Especially the monster under your bed. But as you grew up, you managed to convince yourself that it was just a myth. But now, as you've moved to your new house, over the course of past few months, you feel that the monster under the bed thing wasn't just a myth to scare children.
You wake up in the morning, not even remembering when you went to bed, with bruises on your thighs and your pussy sore. You tried setting up a camera, but "somehow" the camera didn't record anything except darkness.
This time around, you're prepared to stay awake the entire night, so you get in your bed and close your eyes. After almost an hour, you feel your blanket being pulled down from over you. You remain still, and you feel giant hands on your thighs spreading your legs apart.
You feel a presence hover over you, and suddenly you switch on the lights, just to see a tall dark figure, he looks almost like a human, except he has a skin that matches the darkness of the night, his hair as white as snow. His face is pleasing to look at. Even the razor sharp teeth, you feel safe with him around, he starts to retreat wide eyed, but your voice stops him— "You've been visiting me?"
"Yeah" he replies kind of guilty. "I'm not....mad, just surprised" you laugh. "What have you been doing in your visits?" you add on. "I've been fucking you with my tongue. Couldn't resist" he speaks softly.
You blush at his straightforwardness about what he had been doing. Honestly you didn't mind, just hoped that you could've stayed awake while he was busy eating you out. "You're aroused?"he grunts. Your eyes widen, how could he sense that? You, yourself couldn't. "Am I?" you ask to no one in particular.
"Yeah, more so than the other days." he replies anyways. "Now what?" you question to him. "I can leave if you want me to, but if you want me to stay, just know you'll never get rid of me. You will be mine and I will be yours." he replies, his voice turning dark at the end.
You pause for a bit and then just say one word, "Stay." And all hell breaks loose, you're on your back, legs spread, shorts ripped apart and him face to face with your cunt. You try to close your legs out of shyness but he holds them apart, his voice rough as he speaks "Don't try hiding yourself from me, sunshine. You're all mine."
He then wordlessly licks up your pussy. His teeth carefully toy with your clit. He eats you out with so much vigor, it makes your back arch off the bed, and he pins you down by your hips to the bed. He gets so messy, it's like he's eating you out for his own pleasure rather than yours. He continues his ministrations on your poor cunt and you cum around his tongue. He keeps on going until you come 3-4 times more.
"I think that's enough for you tonight. yeah?" He speaks. You're too tired to say anything and wordlessly pull him closer to you to cuddle him.
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monstersflashlight · 2 days
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Grabbing him by the horns
Minotaur x fat fem!reader || Face sitting || Tw: internalized fatphobia
“Sit.” He instructed, his big head hanging out the edge of the bed, his horns almost hitting the ground. He looked so good naked and sprawled on your bed, his dick so big, already leaking as he looked at you.
It took you forever to be comfortable being naked around him, your rolls and fat being a big source of awkwardness for you. He insisted you were perfect, he made you feel like you were. He kissed your big tummy, he loved to mark your thighs with love-bites… He loved worshiping you like a goddess. And you believed him, you felt like a goddess around him.
But some topics were difficult to deal with. You still insisted on being always under him, and don’t get it wrong, you loooooooved being under him, his weight almost too much as he pounded you in every position possible. But you weren’t so sure about being on top, much else sitting on his face. He loved your pussy, he could spend hours and hours making out with it as you moaned, groaned and screamed his name for everyone to hear…
“No. I’ll crush you.” You argued. Your anxiety was getting worse as he talked. You wanted to be intimate, everything was going great until he mentioned he wanted you to sit on his face.
“You will not. Are you questioning my strength?” He looked offended. Ouch.
“No. Nothing like that, I’m just too heavy.” You insisted, trying to cover yourself as you talked, feeling naked in a non sexy way.
He let out a slow breath, looking at you with the softest eyes. “Little mate, if you keep saying you are too heavy I’ll spank your ass until you can’t walk so I have to carry you everywhere.” The image of you ass up, face down as he spanked you sparked a new wave of desire inside of you. But you couldn’t do it. What if you hurt him?
“I-” You tried to argue again but he wouldn’t let you.
“Sit.” He repeated, his words final.
The fear of breaking hurting him still very present inside of you. But you approached him, slowly. As soon as you were at arms reach, he was pulling you to him, forcing your legs open and turning you around so you could look at the mirror across the room. You hovered over his face, trying not to sit directly on him. He grunted, sending vibrations through your thighs, making your knees go weak. But you held your ass above his face, trying to erase some of the weight.
“You are gonna suffocate.” You warned him, anxiety filling you once again.
“Then I’ll die happy.” He said, his lips millimeters away from your pussy. And then he grabbed your hips, no preamble, no finesse. He grabbed your hips and pushed you down until your full weight was on top of his face. Your pussy over his open mouth, your clit rubbing against his nose.
Then there were no more words, no more reassurances, he drove right in. The first contact between his lips and your pussy made you quiver, and that was just the start. Before you could think about what he was doing, he was making out with your pussy, eating you out like you were the last meal on earth and he was a starving man. Or minotaur in this case.
Your hands traveled to his horns without you realizing it, grabbing onto them for dear life as his hands moved your hips as he pleased. You were on top, but he was the one guiding every one of your movements, making sure you couldn’t get away, making sure your thighs pressed the sides of his head and your pussy made contact with every part of his mouth.
He kept eating you out like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he was just enjoying the feel of you on top of him. But you? You felt desperate, your orgasm just out of reach, just a bit more and you’d get there. But he was playing with you, he was toying with your pussy like it was the best hobby he had. So you took control, the desperation inside of you so big and so fierce you couldn’t let him control the movements anymore. Your hands on is horns helped you guide him towards that little bundle of nerves. He laughed against your flesh and complied, sucking on your clit as you trashed over him. Your pussy making obscene noises as you coated his face on your fluids. Your orgasm hit you like a tide wave, making you scream his name as he kept going. And going. And going.
“Stop. Too much.” You begged, your pussy oversensitive.
He gave you one last long lick as he lifted you off his face, pulling you over him like his own personal blanket. His dick pushing against your lower tummy as you rested your head against his chest, breathing hard.
“We are doing that again as soon as you recover.” He sentenced, no place for arguments.
“Okay…” You whispered, too spent to fight him anymore.
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fvcking-fae · 2 days
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Continuation/Part 2 of the Alien Scientists x Abducted Human
Here’s part 1
(CW; Reader is a female)
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You’re woken up softly by the lights slowly turning from dim to bright and the alien you’ve grown to recognize steps into your room (more like a weird hospital room) with a few supplies on a hovering cart. He says nothing as he replaces your empty nutritional iv bag that’s hooked up to your arm with a full one. You still can’t quite tell his emotions because of his “odd” face. No wrinkles, no facial hair including eyebrows and lashes. Only dark grey skin and… freckles?
He finally meets your eyes and you look away.
“How are you? I’ve learned from another human that your kind don’t always prefer being nude. Would you like me to bring you a robe of some kind?”
You nod. “But also…” You surprised yourself by speaking up.
“Also?”
“If possible… I’d like some kind of entertainment. Like books, or movies- film,” You corrected yourself, not knowing if they would understand “movies”. “Or I don’t know if you have internet.”
“We do a lot of reading. But because we spend so much time researching other galaxies and universes, we don’t particularly have… interest in film. That’s not to say I can’t get you access to a television and a variety of films and television programs. And yes, “internet”. We call it something else and use it for different purposes but they’re the same basic thing. I’ll also get you access to earth internet since ours would be useless to you.” He spoke and explained all while adjusting your nutrition and monitors. He looked at you again. “Anything else while I’m here?”
“Um…” Your mind wandered. There was no use asking for food since they had you hooked up to those bags all the time and the other “needs” you had were being experimented regularly, but still.
“Could I… use that thing again?” You shyly pointed to the machine with the alien penis that pumped into you last time. You grew more comfortable asking about it since you knew he was a scientist and wasn’t exactly attracted to you. Just doing a job.
He looked over at it and smirked. “You’re asking this time. Interesting. Are you one of the humans I’ve heard of that’s “hyper sexual”?”
You felt yourself blush and shrugged.
“Hmm. I suppose I could let you use it for fun. Would you mind if we observed you while you use it?”
“I guess not… what’s the research for?” Now that you’re actually thinking about it, you’re curious.
“Well, we’ve found that the female human body is the perfect incubator besides our artificial ones. We prefer an organic incubator so we use humans.”
“You can’t carry the… fetus? Eggs?”
“Eggs. Usually two.”
“Your females can’t carry them?”
He was silent and sighed. “If I went into any more detail, I’m afraid it would upset you. But what I can say is, our research shows that if we use copious amounts of pleasure instead of all the needles and things that earth births require, humans tend to carry healthier eggs and deliver them with less pain.”
You nodded as if you really understood everything he said.
“I promise you it’s not worth your human mind to think about. Just know that your species is not being harmed or genuinely affected by our actions. And that you’re safe. You personally won’t be used as an incubator. Especially if you ask not to be.”
“Wouldn’t you just use that aphrodisiac on me again and change my mind?”
“I could…” He looked at you seriously. “But I won’t. That is exclusively used for human pleasure.” He stepped away from your health monitors and touched the restraints hanging from your bed. “That said, do you still want to use the machine?”
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smollmilly · 2 days
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His little dove
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I wanted to do requests but I got uh... carried away. Heh. Ahem enjoy!
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lovercraftian · 1 day
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i want a snake hybrid to catch me stealing from his hoard
he'd scold me for being such a stupid boy, for thinking i could sneak into his cave and take his treasure, as he coils his long tail around my waist. with a quick jerk of his tail, he'd tear my clothes in two, and as he discards my shirt and pants and underwear to the side, he'd tell me that he forgives me, because he just found an even better treasure than gold or jewels.
he'd rub his cloaca against my thigh until his stubby, thick hemipenes peek out from his slit. they're about five inches long not counting their shared base, but they're so thick and covered in barbs and spines that they're more daunting than any other cock i've ever seen.
as he grinds against my thigh, he'd worm his long, forked tongue into my boycunt, his piercings rubbing along my insides as he explores every last inch.
once my cunt is nice and slick with his saliva, he'd wrap his tail around my ankles to keep me in place, and then he'd grind against my cunt, trying to get his cocks into me. his cocks would keep slipping just as he's about to get his tapered tips inside, and he'd eventually get so frustrated that he would grab my hips, no longer allowing me to wriggle away from him, and yank me down as he gives one good, hard thrust.
he'd tell me that my cunt feels so good, that i'm the most perfect creature he's ever had the pleasure of breeding, that he wants to keep me in his hoard like i'm his new favorite treasure.
his cocks would fill me up so fucking well. i wouldn't be able to do anything but whine and babble as he fucks me slowly and passionately. i cum once, twice, three times before i regain my ability to speak, albeit senselessly, and start begging to be let go.
"no! you can't go yet, my precious," he'd purr insistently. "i need to make sure my eggs take."
eggs?? that couldn't be right. i'd start struggling more, confused and scared. he'd hold me close, kissing my chest as he coos reassurances and murmurs praise, and his thrusts would get more frantic.
i'd scream and cum a fourth time when he thrusts one last time. one of his cocks coats my insides with his cum; the other swells and contracts as soft, golf-ball sized eggs squeeze their way through his shaft and into my boycunt.
he'd stroke my head as i calm down, telling me in a hushed voice about his species' mating process and reproductive anatomy. i wouldnt be listening, already drifting off.
he wouldn't let me leave ever again. he would spoil me like a prince as he makes sure that his eggs stay safe inside of me. when his eggs re-emerge from me and hatch, he'd be quick to pump his eggs and cum into me again, eager to keep me full of new broods of babies for us to raise together.
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yautjalover · 15 hours
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Dhare, bending over the control panel to install a new part that does something high tech.
Ashaki walks in and notices Dhare has his attention entirely on his handiwork. Her eyes roam to his meaty derrière, feeling the need to smack it. His meaty green cheeks peeking out of his loincloth are begging to be smacked.
She smirks, racing in for the kill.
The clap of her hand meeting his dump truck of an ass rings loud in the quiet cockpit.
Her eight foot Yautja stills, chittering in surprise. Dhare spins on his heel to catch her trying to sneakily tiptoe away.
“Why did you slap my rear, mate?”
Ashaki stands there grinning with hooded eyes, “I’ve been wanting to smack it for a while. You have a nice ass.”
The Yautja purrs, setting down his tools.
“I wish for you to try it again,” Dhare challenges her with his own wicked grin, growling playfully.
“Gladly, baby.”
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werecreature-addicted · 19 hours
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I would like to request one Alpha werewolf gf x subby transfem vampire gf please.
"come on, it'll help them grow, I promise," the werewolf purrs softly, circling your hips slowly with her clawed hands before dipping her head to gently run her tongue over your chest before slowly sucking your nipple into her mouth, she's careful to keep her sharp teeth away from your sensitive tits. You can't help but whimper as she lavishes your tits with her tongue and hungry mouth, she loves your soft puffy nipples, and giving them all the attention you deserve. She moves her hands from your hips to your panties, pushing them to the side so she can tease you more, she growls in pleasure hearing you moan for her.
"Such a pretty girl, feeling needy are you baby you're practically riding my hand already," she teases.
"a-am not," you try to protest but she's right, you can't help but grind down on her hand feeling her thick fingers press into you and filling you up.
"needy little whiny vampire bitch," she laughs, "needy little girl who needs mommy to fuck her right, isn't that what you want?"
"yes," you whisper shyly, the thought of her bending you over and fucking you was too tempting to deny.
"If you want it then beg for it," she growls sinking her sharp teeth into your shoulder, holding you down in place as her fingers speed up, all while her bulge presses against your thigh, she was clearly just as turned on as you were.
"Please Mommy, please I want it," you gasp breathlessly, her bite feels so good it makes your head spin.
"Okay sweet thing, I'll give you what you want, but do something for me first," she purrs, pulling her hand away from your hole, making you whine at the empty feeling.
"What?"
"get on your knees for me," in a flash, you're kneeling before her, sitting between her legs, bracing your hands on her thighs. She laughs a little at how eager you are.
"I want you to feed on me while I get myself ready for you, She pulls down her underwear and starts rubbing her half-hard cock, while nudging your cheek with her thigh. You lean down and bite her thick muscular leg, her warm blood gushing into your mouth and spilling over your chin as you struggle to swallow it down. As you drink she tugs on her hardening cock right over your face, the musky smell of her genitals wafting into your nose as you suck on her bleeding thigh. it's almost enough to make you cum untouched.
"Good girl, drink your fucking fill," she growls, a drop of her precum splattering down on your face and neck while she jerks off, "Now come here and ride Mommy."
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fallenxangel-13 · 2 days
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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."
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monstersflashlight · 3 days
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Werewolf secretary
Werewolf x fem!reader || throat fucking, cock-warming
Being the secretary of a werewolf wasn’t always so good. Sometimes, closer to the full moon, he got moody and asked you to bring him weird food combos. Sometimes he was so angry he howled until the glass window separating your offices cracked. And sometimes, he was so stressed that he wanted to fuck you until you felt dumb. Today was that day.
You had barely a foot inside the office before he was barking: “On your knees, sweetie.” He always added the endearment at the end to make you feel better, but his tone of voice left no room for argument. Not like you were going to anyway. You knew better than to argue with him when he was clearly on edge. You didn’t know what happened in the last call he took, but his claws were out and his body was a bit furrier than usual.
He was fighting the shift.
You dropped to your knees between his open legs, the shape of his shaft clearly visible through his work pants. You tried to play coy, but your mouth was already salivating. You knew what was coming. Pun intended.
As soon as you were on the floor, his hands were trying (and failing) to open his fly. His claws were making it hard for him, and you could see the anger rising. You helped him, slowly coaching his hands off the way so you could let his dick free. He was hard, so hard. He always joked he could get hard just looking at you, and sometimes it seemed like it wasn’t a joke. He grabbed your hair, pulling a bit too harsh, a bit too rough. But you didn’t mind. You liked it that way. A bit of pain, a bit of danger as his claws graced the back of your neck.
“Open up.” He ordered. You complied, making your legs tremble as the carpet scratched your knees. He teased you, painting your lips with his precum as you panted softly. “Good girl.”
He pushed inside your mouth slowly, so so slowly. You knew he was trying to get a hold of himself, trying not to be too rough, not to take the anger off on you. But you wanted it. You wanted him to be rough, to be harsh, to use you. He feed you his cock, his grip on your hair making impossible for you to do anything but take whatever he wanted to give you. He was in charge, you couldn’t move.
“You look so good between my legs, all flushed and needy. I don’t need to do anything and you are already panting.” His tone was mocking, making fun of how needy you were, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help yourself around him, always needy for his cock.
He built up a pace, slow and deep at first, but increasingly faster. “Yes. Just like that, take it all.” He knew you couldn’t, he was too big for that, but that didn’t stop you for trying, gagging when he went too far. “You like that? You like choking on my dick?” You whimpered around him, making him moan over you, his dick twitching down your throat. “Of course you do, you are such a slutty girl, so hungry for my cock.” You groaned around him, making him lose his pace for a second. He growled, pulling at your hair as he went deeper, faster, making you gag again. He grabbed your neck, feeling himself pushing deep.
You were the escape of all his frustrations, the perfect little toy for him to play when he was stressed. Some people used stress-relief balls, he emptied his balls inside you instead. You didn’t know what happened to make him be this frustrated with the world, but you couldn’t avoid feeling a bit of gratitude towards whoever made him angry today.
“You look so pretty when you cry. Your face all flushed, your lips so shiny… You like it messy, don’t you, pet?” You bobbed your head, trying to nod. The grip he had on your hair was too strong for you to move much, but you didn’t need to. He knew. He was completely aware of how much you enjoyed him playing with you like a toy. He could probably smell it in the air, smell your desire, smell how wet you were with him using you.
You could feel him hanging by a thread, the pace brutal as he fucked your throat. His hand collaring your neck made your head feel light, your brain fuzzy as he constricted the blood flow. You trusted him, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you intentionally, but the raw heat in his eyes sent a spark of danger to your senses. It only made you wetter, your panties dripping down your tights. You rubbed your legs together, trying to get some friction, some relief. He growled at you, a warning.
“You don’t get relief today, pet. This is all about me.” He punctuated each word with a thrust down your throat. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, you could just feel his dick in and out your mouth, in and out your throat. It was divine.
You were so focused on the feel of him you didn’t realize he was coming till you choked on a breath, his load hitting the back of your throat as he pulled out to spill some of his load on your tongue. You moaned around the tip inside your mouth, the taste of him making you hungry for more. You kept sucking until his hand on your hair stopped you, too sensitive.
You were about to pull off him so you could go back to work when he said: “Oh, no you don’t.” He pushed back inside. “Good girls don’t pull off before I told them.” “You are gonna stay there, be a good cockwarming little slut as I finish work.” You nodded enthusiastically, your tongue softly caressing his still hard dick.
At some point he stopped looking at you like you hung the moon and got back to work. Answering calls, sending emails, whatever he did with his morning as you organized everything from outside. Maybe you dozed off, maybe you changed astral realities as you stood there, his soft dick in your mouth.
It wasn’t the first time this happened, it wasn’t the first time he wanted to use you as his cockwarming little slut, you never knew when would it happen. Sometimes it was after he knotted you, sometimes he liked to sleep with his dick deep inside of you so he could fuck you as soon as he woke up, your body soft and pliant under him. Sometimes it was in the middle of the workday when he was feeling too agitated, too stressed. Like today.
So there you were, for what felt like hours, and might as well had been. On your knees, between his legs, as he petted your head every once in a while. After a while he caressed your face, his hand soft against your temple. You looked at him, your eyes half closed. He pulled out slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Does your jaw hurt, darling?” You nodded, unable to form words. “Come here.” He didn’t wait, he just picked you up from the floor and lifted you to his lap.
“Was the call that bad?” You asked, your voice raw and raspy, he almost fucked it out of you.
“Yeah… But you made it all better, my good girl.” You tried not to preen at his endearing words, but the flush creeping up your cheeks was enough telltale. He chuckled, his fingers softly massaging your jaw. “You always make it better.” He whispered, his nose against the bite-mark on your neck, the mate-bond sending shivers down your body.
“We need to get back to work.” You tried.
He wasn’t taking any of that. “I’m taking the day off.”
“But…” He got up and carried you with him like you weighted nothing, exiting the office and grabbing your purse as you passed your desk on your way out.
“No buts. Maybe your butt, though.” He laughed at his own joke as he walked, shaking your body and making an embarrassed flush color your face.
“Your secretary is gonna be mad at you tomorrow.” He laughed.
“I think I can convince her to forgive me. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” He kept walking, bridal carrying you. Your hair must look like a bird nest, but nobody commented. Everyone was staring as you entered the main office area, stopping their work as he carried you away. Nobody found it weird at that point. “Sex tricks.” He clarified, chuckling again at his own words.
“Shhh!” You chastised. It was one thing everyone knew you were mated to the boss, and another to know what you two did in your own home. Or the office. Or the bathroom down the hallway. Or over the copying machine…
“You like it. You like to be a good girl for me.” He growled the last words and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. He was incorrigible, and you couldn’t like it more. Even when he was mad, even when he fucked you so hard you couldn’t sit still the next day, even when he was so stressed he fucked your mouth like you were a toy at his mercy…
You couldn’t help it. You just wanted to be a good girl. Being the secretary of your werewolf mate wasn’t so bad after all.
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fvcking-fae · 10 hours
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Imagine a big monster doing a “product” review type of video but it’s different smaller creatures he’s fucked/fucks.
Like just picture a large werewolf
“So I’ll be trying this one out for the first time. She’s a little trinket fairy and she’s very excited.”
*shows the fairy that’s no taller than his hips. She’s smiling and waving at the camera and sitting on his lap*
Cut to 20 minutes into the video and he’s moving her up and down his dick like she’s a fleshlight, her little belt is jingling because of all the trinkets.
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cyanide-cafe · 19 hours
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ummm this is my funny guy,, his name is Janitor,, this was heavily inspired by Fish in a Birdcage's "Rule #34", it's such a good song
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beastsoulart · 9 months
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The only ship dynamic that 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 🖤
Monster X Human
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ozzgin · 1 month
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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)
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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.
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