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hi! I was reading through your stuff and I'm absolutely in love with your writing 😍😍
I loved that one incubus and dense reader, would it be possible to have a continuation, pretty please?
part one here
"So how was that date last night? did it end well?" your Incubus best friend asks casually, it's a little hard to focus on his words, he's standing about an inch from your face as he talks, and he keeps looking at your mouth, running his thumb over your cheek teasingly.
"It was uhm fine I guess," you murmur.
"you don't sound so sure, did you sleep with him? Did he make you cum?" he asks teasingly.
"of course, that's where your mind goes," you huff.
"I can't help it pretty thing, I can smell how pent up you are. It hurts me to see my favorite girl so needy." you can't help but blush at his words your date last night had been disappointing, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the beautiful man who keeps throwing himself at you. especially when you know he could make you feel good in the way you were craving.
"Well, what do you suggest?" you ask shyly, he was your friend there was no way he was doing anything more than teasing, right? e moves his hands from your face down your body, tracing over your curves before settling on your hips and pulling you towards him.
"Let me fuck you, please," he's begging, it's a little dizzying, you've never heard an incubus plead, plead for sex as well.
"Friends don't fuck each other-" your protests are quickly cut off
"Then let's stop being friends and start being lovers, please," He doesn't sound teasing, he sounds really desperate to fuck you.
"You really want that?" you ask softly.
"Fucking yes. More than anything, I have since the moment we met," he says exasperated. You feel your face grow hot, all this time? Of course, you'd wanted him to just as long but, you were shocked to know that he really saw you as more than a friend.
"Then... we better make up for lost time."
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Mage reader is definitely the type to purposefully jump into siren infested waters lmao.
Like imagine you overhear some sailors talking about how they have to sail past siren territory and your ears perk up. You beg the sailors to let you join, under the pretence that you're a studious mage who's "researching sirens" and "studying their magic".
The sailors believe you and bring you along the trip to the rough waters of the siren's territory. They've all plugged and covered their ears as usual, except for you, you're too busy leaning over the ships edge to get a peak at any sirens below. And wouldn't you know, the second you hear the siren's song you're gone. Lost in a trance, blank expression unable to hear the sailors yelling at you as you stand up on the ships edge and jump right into the sea.
The cold waters shock you out of your trance as you take in the quiet surroundings, salt water burning your eyes. You try and swim to the surface but feel a strong tug on your leg. Squinting down into the deep darkness you finally see the creature you were looking for.
Dark black eyes stare up at you from below, it's powerful tail swaying behind it. The siren pulls you down, deeper into it's predatory hold with it's clawed hands. You stare at it in awe and the siren stares back, confused as to why you aren't struggling at all.
You then feel a pinch in your lungs as you run out of air. You promptly take both hands and firmly grasp the sirens cold cheeks before pulling the creature into a deep kiss.
The siren freezes in absolute shock as you kiss them deeply. The kiss breaths magic into your lungs, giving you temporary air. You release the sea creature from the kiss and take a hesitant breath.
"That actually worked?!?!"
Your excited yell comes out as just bubbles in the water as the siren continues to stare, dumbfounded. Your hands move from their cheeks to the sirens agape mouth, excitedly exclaiming how sharp their teeth are while touching the pointed tips with your fingers.
You're very touchy, the siren learns as they let you marvel at their body. Running your fingers down the sirens arm, comparing your hands, intertwining your fingers. The siren is at a complete loss of how to deal with this but before you can touch anything too important you feel that pinch in your lungs again.
You look up at the beast and tap your lips. The siren finally huffs at you in disbelief and you take that as a yes and pull them in for another deep kiss. You kiss for much longer than is necessary and you even try to sneak your tongue into the kiss which earns you a little nip from the siren.
The creature grins at you, pulls your body against theirs and comes to the conclusion not to eat you
You bring your arms around the shoulders of their much bigger frame as they hold you close to swim deeper into the cold depths.
They have to show the rest of the pod this very strange human they caught.
#yesssssss YEEESSSSS#oh noooo pls don't eat me scary fish man plssss#monster x human#monster fucker#monster lover#monster x reader#terato#teratophillia#monsterfucker#merperson#siren#merfolk
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You’re tied to a bench and gagged and being slowly fucked by a sex machine as several tall alien creatures surround you to watch. Then one of them turns the knob on the machine to make it go a little faster, making you moan and wiggle.
“As you can see, this particular human quite enjoys our machine. One similar to a machine on earth except I’ve brandished it with genitalia more shaped like ours. I’ve tested a few different shapes but this human seems to prefer ours.”
“You abducted it, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Have you administered the aphrodisiac? It seems… panicked?”
“I haven’t yet. I was observing its raw reactions to our particular genital shape. But we can administer some now. If you would just remove its gag.”
A large hand reached around your head and unbuckled the strap, lifting the gag from your face. You moaned and begged.
“P-please… no more… I c-can’t take anymore.” You begged as the machine continued to pump into your abused hole.
“Is it okay?” You heard one ask.
“Yes. It’s just been having orgasms for a few hours. It’s very sensitive is all. But after the aphrodisiac is administered it should calm down a bit more.“
The tall creature brought a tentacle shaped tube to your mouth and slipped it slowly down the back of your throat. You gagged a little then tasted a sugary liquid and couldn’t stop yourself from swallowing a couple mouthful, and then the tube was taken away.
“It shouldn’t take long before we see the effects. It will start to struggle a bit more but that’s just because it’s getting eager to climax.”
“It doesn’t need a break?”
“It does occasionally. But with this one I’m testing its boundaries.”
After a few more seconds you started panting and pulling at your restraints.
“It’s turning a bit red. I heard that means they’re sick.”
“That’s the aphrodisiac. It’s getting flustered. If you look at its vital signs you’ll see its heart rate is increasing and its arousal at the same rate. Here.” The creature handed another alien dildo to their friend. “Touch the tip of this to its lips.”
As the dildo reached your lips your touch acted on its own and poked out of your mouth to lick the toy. Your mouth opened wider and you saw the one holding it look up to the experimenter for permission and they nodded. The toy was slowly pushed into your mouth and you eagerly sucked it down until you couldn’t anymore.
The experimenter turned the machine knob and watched as it fucked into you faster and your body writhed and arched and you moaned around the toy. Your moans got louder and longer and you felt another orgasm approaching. You noticed an “X-ray” cross section of your hole on a screen and saw it tightening.
“Interesting…”
“Isn’t it?”
“Is it going to climax soon? I’ve never seen a human orgasm.”
“It should in a few seconds.”
And they were right. You soon came and couldn’t help how your body jerked and twitched. The moans from your mouth were muffled by the alien toy. It was removed slowly, your saliva dripping from it.
“… m-more. Please…”
“Fascinating how easily the aphrodisiac can change its mind. Will you keep this one? It’s not as frightened or hostile as some other humans we’ve abducted.”
“I might have to. It’s a wonderful test subject.”
#L writes#monster fucker#monster fucking#monster kink#monster lover#teratophillia#terato#cnc free use#free use kink#cnc k!nk#exophilia#exophile#alien kink#abduction kink#aphrodisiac#drugging kink#cnc drugging
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Y/N: I can take a monster
Other people: In-in a fight right?
Y/N: (silent in monster fucker)
Other people: In a fight right!?
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Can I give Gavriil a small scratch behind his ear/wing thing? Or pet him? Or just hold his face :]
ooh! better be careful with his wings. sensitive spots and all that... :3
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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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werewolf with a big dick and fat knot filling me up with cum when???
(seriously when. fucking come get me my ass is up and I'm ready, if im not filled with that big cock in 10 seconds puppys getting punished)
#fuck me on the knot#make my belly bulge? 👉👈#werewolf#monster fucker#monster kink#ftm nsft#ftm ns/fw#mlm nsft#gay nsft#ftm sub#ftm bottom#ftm breeding#t4t nsft
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a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.
you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.
you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.
this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.
what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.
breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.
but that day you saw it.
as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.
that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.
the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?
grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.
it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.
the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.
however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.
and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.
the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.
however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.
your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.
its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"
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Reblog to let the demon come to you. Like to enlarge their power.
#196#my thougts#worldbuilding#writing#my worldbuilding#my writing#fantasy#urban fantasy#demons#angels and demons#demon girl#demon boy#demon#devils#devil#oni#angels#fallen angel#angelic#angel#fae#faries#faeries#faerie#mythical creatures#monster fucker#monster lover#polls#my polls#tumblr polls
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Always thinking about whatever monster is capable of using their claws to tear a hole through your stockings where your wet heat is, werewolf or otherwise: They're too impatient
werewolves are of course very good, but many monsters have sharp claws and big tounges to fuck you with.
Imagine, a seven-foot-tall Orc husband who wants nothing more than to spend all day with you in bed making you cum until you go limp and pass out from pleasure. and depending on your boundaries, maybe a little after that too.
But nooooo you can't stay in bed getting fucked all day. you have to "do housework" and "run errands". or whatever. Your orc husband does understand that if you spend your time on his dick instead of doing dishes and buying groceries it will make his life worse, but it's hard to care about stuff like food when he's thinking with his cock.
He follows you around as you jump between tasks trying to find a large enough window of free time for a quicky. He thinks you're so cute when you act like his little housewife it only makes him want to fuck you more. but you stay too busy to take a quick load of Orc cum.
By the time you finally consider your work done for the day, he's on edge and his nerves are shot, he feels like he's going to burst just looking at you. you try to sit down on the couch but half a second later you're snapped up and thrown over his shoulder. It's finally his time to have some fun.
He tosses you on your shared bed on your hands and knees, spreading your legs wide apart, and slashes at your clothes with his long talon-like nails. He presses his mouth to your exposed cunt and moans at your taste, he pushes the remaining scraps of your clothes away while keeping his mouth on you, unwilling to let go of your sweet pussy for even a second now that he has you where he wants you.
He's happy like that making out with your pussy, gripping onto your hips with one hand and jerking off his poor ignore cock with the other. He growls to himself as he listens to your pretty moans of pleasure as you buck your hips back against his face, trying to fuck yourself back on his thick tongue, groaning in satisfaction when you cum, gushing on his mouth, dripping down his chin. Then he swaps his tongue out for his fingers, dipping his mouth a little lower to suck on your clit.
You whimper and protest weakly the feeling was too much this soon after your first orgasm, which just makes him laugh to himself. "would you prefer if I just fucked you right now without stretching you out?" he asks teasingly. That shut you up. Silly little thing, you didn't really think you'd get away with only one orgasm after teasing him all day, did you?
#monster imagine#monster#monster fucker#teratophillia#monster boyfriend#orc boyfriend#orc#orc smut#orc romance
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i have no idea how long i've been trapped in this tentacle's cave. i only went in to seek shelter from the rain, but it was a very enthusiastic host; taking off my soaked clothes, cradling my tired body with its limbs, massaging every inch of my sore body. and then, of course, it started working itself into my holes. i was so relaxed i hardly noticed the eggs being pumped into my womb until a small bump, maybe equivalent to a couple months of a normal pregnancy, appeared on my navel.
now, my belly has swollen dramatically, so heavy i look full term even though i'm sure its nowhere near nine months. i've been completely pampered, the tentacles alternating between cradling and caring for me, and fucking me so hard i see stars. no matter what though, they always keep my holes full. i've never been more content.
a dull ache in my abdomen stirs me out of my comfortable haze of having my clit lazily rubbed by one of the tentacles. it seems to notice my discomfort, and ups its efforts at pleasuring me. the sensations of the tentacle on my clit feel electrifying, the pleasure completely masking whatever was going on, and i find myself moaning loudly, arching my back into the monster as i make a pathetic attempt at rocking my hips. its impossible for me to actually move that much, the combination of the tentacles holding me and my egg filled belly weighing me down proving too much for my body to be able to move much at all.
the tentacles in my holes start slowly thrusting in and out of me, and its not long before my hole is clenching around them as i scream in pleasure, i'm so sensitive all the time now that it doesn't take much for me to cum, and when i do a flood of fluids gushes out of my constantly soaked pussy. the pressure in my navel is worse now, only barely overshadowed by the tentacles fucking me through my orgasm.
its only when my second orgasm comes and i can feel a weight going lower down my body that i realise whats happening. the pressure has only gotten worse, and i can feel my body urging me to push. i pant and moan as i attempt to bear down, but the tentacles still thrust deep into me, interrupting my attempts as they fuck me so hard i can't help but pause my efforts as my body clenches and shakes with pleasure. the feeling of being fucked by the tentacles mingles with the eggs attempted to force their way out, leaving me feeling more stretched and well fucked than i ever have before.
i reach my third orgasm screaming with the weight of both it and a contraction, struggling to push even as it feels oh so good. if it weren't for my bodies instincts urging me to get the eggs out, i could probably stay like this, at least for a little longer. but they're so heavy and have settled in my birth canal, uncomfortably stuck as they keep me stretched wide, visible bumps on my belly highlighting their progress. one more good contraction and push and i can feel it lower to where the tentacle has been fucking into me. maybe now it'll realise whats happening and leave my pussy? it doesn't, instead opting to thrust even deeper into me, pushing the egg it connected with (and the line of eggs behind it) back up into me. i scream as the furthest back one to have escaped my cervix gets pushed back through it, it's weight settling once again in my womb.
it feels like an eternity i stay like this, locked in a battle with my own body and the tentacle monster that molded my body to its own desires. everytime i manage to push the eggs down through my birth canal, the tentacle fucks them back into me.
i have no idea how long its been, i've had countless orgasms (no doubt the best orgasms i will ever have), i've seen the light fluctuate with the passing of days so many times i've lost count, i've completely lost the energy to push, letting my body go entirely limp as i succumb to the tentacles, the only thing allowing the eggs to make any progress being the contractions still wracking my body and forcing it to push.
if i wasn't so out of it, i could have cried with relief when the tentacle finally removed itself from my ruined hole, moving to rub my throbbing clit as my body shuddered through another contraction, one that was thankfully unimpeded by the tentacle. it still took some time to get them all the way down, i was still too tired to push and had to rely on my contractions and instincts, but i finally could feel the first egg started to crown in my pussy. it felt strange, i could feel myself bulging as another contraction came and pushed it forward even further. i gasped at the feeling of being stretched so wide and involuntarily clenched, holding the egg in place at what must have been its widest point. the tentacle started rubbing my clit gently, attempting to relax me, and another contraction soon came that allowed me to lay my first egg. i could only hope its siblings came easier
#nsft#ovi#ovipos#birth kink#giving birth#labor kink#birth denial#tentacles nsft#monster fucker#ftm nsft#ftm sub#nb nsft#nb sub#send dirty asks#send dirty dms#send dirty messages#tentacles
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What would you say are some of the most popular kinks in the monster fucker community? We got breeding ofc, vore, but for whatever reason all the other kinks have flown from my brain. BDSM I suppose! Help me jog my memory of some of the kinks you’ve seen/or into in the monster fucking community gang
Edit: CNC, rape-play, degradation, immobilization (due to bondage or other factors), stretching, size gap, masochism, sadism, that kink where people are chased like prey (goddamnit what’s it called I can’t remember its name grrr)
#k1nk#monster fucker#monster lover#terato#monster fudger#monster kink#terat0philliac#monstrousdesire#monster#monstrousdesirestudy#exophelia#br33d1ng kink#br33d1ng#monster breeding#v0re
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wolfman x reader
"Imagine getting the great news that you're one of a million civilians chosen to go to a distant planet, to intermingle with the local aliens. Unfortunately, your online friend doesn't exactly seem to like that idea."
TW: MDNI, reader referred to as 'girl', sexual desires, anxiety, neurodivergent reader, reader big dumb, licking, 'virgin' reader, hand appreciation
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Three words: Civilian Space Program. The most incredible opportunity of a lifetime (for an average Joe like you).
One word: Congratulations! The letter you held in your shaking hands almost didn’t seem real. It was glossy, professional, and signed by someone so important that it was a 100% probability that you would never breathe the same air as them. Congratulations! But it was real, and your life would never be the same. You were going to space. To meet aliens. Your poor little heart almost couldn’t take it. Breath labored, you quickly snapped a picture of the letter before posting it to all of your socials. Quickly, friends and family bombarded you with questions and excitement, just as in disbelief as you are. Several phone calls later, and plenty of assurances to those with concerns, you fell back onto your couch, still clutching the letter. In just a month, you would be boarding a vessel with 14 other civilians, shipped off to the planet Geron 6GI, and left there for 3 years to “create relations” and “cultivate a human lifestyle”. Whatever that means. All you knew was that you… were a monsterfucker… and… well… aliens are sort of like monsters too.
In your elation, you nearly missed the newest comment on your Instagram post. It was Peter, an online friend whom you had known for years. It simply said, “call me.” Peter knew about the program and how badly you wanted to be in it, but he was pretty adamant that your chances were too low. Smiling, you dialed his number. He answered on the first ring, speaking before you had a chance to.
“This is serious? You’re serious?”
“Of course! I’m freaking out, Peter. I’m going to SPACE. I’m going to fuck so many aliens, you don't even know. Well, you do know, but-”
“You’re leaving in a month?” He asked. You kicked your legs in glee, squealing.
“Yep! 3 years in space and depending on how the program goes it might go on for longer. God, should I bring my toys? Do you think they’ll even be allowed on the flight? But what if the aliens have toys that I can buy…” Your breath hitched just at the thought. There was silence on his end for a few moments.
“You’re a virgin.” Cheeks turning red, you scoffed into your phone.
“So what?”
“So you’re giving yourself away to some random alien?” He hissed the word lowly, talking in a manner you had never heard from him before. You take a second to collect your thoughts, not understanding where his aggression is coming from.
“Peter… we live in the 21st century. Virginity is a stupid construct. Besides, I uh... I’m not really a virgin, you know.”
“What?”
“Ugh, can we not talk about this? So embarrassing…” You mumble, turning to a more comfortable position on the couch. There was silence as both of you struggled with what to say next. It wasn’t like you were actually embarrassed talking about sexual things, but Peter had a way of making your stomach flutter. It was awful having a mini crush on someone online, and even worse when he insisted on hearing all the details of your life. All the details.
“I’m going to come see you.” He said, sighing into the phone. You froze, blinking in surprise. The two of you had never met in real life before, you’ve never even seen a picture of him! Sometimes, you would discuss meeting, but he lived a long flight away and schedules never seemed to work out. Over time, the thought of seeing him in person became too daunting, and you always shot him down. What if he thought you were too ugly to be friends with? What if the two of you couldn’t get along in person, and he lost interest?
“A-are you sure, Peter?” You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.
“Of course.”
You stood nervously in the airport, shifting back and forth. People kept glancing at you, giving you curious glances. Avoiding eyes with an old troll whose beard desperately needed maintenance, you wiped the sweat from your face with your sleeve. Maybe you’d be less nervous if you had brought a friend with you to pick up Peter… Your phone buzzed with a text.
landing now
You watch as the terminal quickly fills up with tired travelers. Eyes swiping back and forth from person to person, you attempt to pick out a man to match Peter’s description of himself. But his description was so vague, all you really knew was that apparently he was tall and had brown hair.
Someone bumps into you, and your phone clatters to the ground. They quickly apologize but scurry away too quickly for you to get a good look at them. Grumbling, you bend down to pick up your phone, dusting it off and checking for cracks. When your eyes lift, your heart explodes in surprise at the wolfman standing before you. Hot! Inner you squeals. Standing nearly two heads taller than you, he’s lean and dressed very cleanly. Chestnut-colored fur streaks around his cheeks and neck, speckled with darker colors around his hairline and dipping underneath his shirt. Black eyes peer at you, squinting slightly.
“Oh, um. Hi!” You laugh nervously, tugging at your hair. “Just dropped my phone.” You wave your phone in front of you, but then quickly tuck it away when you realize how dumb you probably looked. The wolfman’s mouth slowly curls up into a predatory smile, top lip slightly gaped to allow for pointy fangs to peek through.
“You’re cute,” he says quietly, eyes appraising your figure. You have to desperately ignore the urge to cover yourself from his evaluating gaze. You laugh weakly.
“T-thanks.” You give him a small smile. The two of you stare at each other for a moment. He hikes his backpack up over his shoulders, raising one eyebrow at you. Does he want something from you…? Oh god. Despite his good looks, it’s not the best time to be flirting with someone: not when you’re waiting for Peter.
“I’m sorry. I’m.. uh… picking up a friend. Sorry.” You glance away from him, pretending to search the crowd for Peter. Why is he taking so long?
The wolfman grumbles with quiet laughter, almost a mixture of a purr and low-pitched whine. It's a rather charming sound. Suddenly, his clawed hand is on your scalp, rubbing against your hair to mess it up. He tugs certain strands this way and that, causing an absolute mess. You gasp, pulling away, quickly attempting to fix the mess he just made.
“You’re even denser in person than I thought you would be,” he says, looking extremely satisfied at your misery. His ears twitch slightly. You pause, squinting up at him in irritation.
“Well, that’s rude. And please don’t touch my hair, I don’t know you.” You take a step back away from him in caution just to be safe.
The wolfman huffs, rolling his eyes slowly. “That’s the thing. You do know me.” He pulls his phone out, and types onto it quickly, before looking at you expectantly. Your phone buzzes. A message from Peter.
right in front of you. so dense.
You can’t quiet the gasp that leaves your mouth in time. You gape up at him, astonished.
“You never told me you were a wolfman!?!”
Heart racing, you bring your knuckle up to your mouth and light chew on a finger. All these years, all the calls and long talks and he never thought to mention his species?! Oh god, you have said so many embarrassing things to him: things you would never say to a non-human. Things about giant monster cocks and clawed hands and fluffy sensitive ears and oh my GOD. You swear heat is steaming out of your ears with how embarrassed you are.
“Didn’t think it mattered,” he shrugs. He reaches up to lightly scratch at one fluffy ear, maintaining eye contact with you. It twitches at his touch, apparently sensitive. You want to coo and squeal at how cute it is, but you restrain, just barely. Gnawing on your finger, you avert your eyes. You must not look at the handsome wolfman. Must resist. Must get Peter home without drowning in your drool…
One car ride home, hours of gentle ribbing and teasing, a desperate call to the nearest fast food joint, and a change into pajamas later, you find yourself sitting on your couch, a bowl of popcorn in hand, waiting patiently for Peter to join you. He’s taking a long time in the bathroom, but you’re not too worried. It seemed your apartment was a bit too small for him, and he was constantly ducking his head and squeezing past your furniture. Admittedly, it was really charming. You can’t help but shovel popcorn into your face as you wait. You can’t wait too long, otherwise the popcorn will get stale! In the middle of licking your fingers free from butter and salt, Peter plops down next to you. You slide down the couch and end up sitting right against you. He wraps an arm around you on the couch, hands already playing with your hair. He’s dressed in loose pajama pants and a t-shirt that says ‘You are fang-tastic!’ in faded letters.
“Really couldn’t wait for me, huh.” You smile in embarrassment, pulling your fingers out of your mouth. His dark eyes quickly zero in on your glistening fingers. Grimacing, you go to wipe them on your pants, but his hand wraps around your wrist before you can. You immediately notice how much bigger his hand is than yours, and how fur wraps around his knuckles but his fingers and palm are bare.
“Let me,” he purrs, eyes drooping into half lids. He opens his mouth and a long, pink tongue rolls out. It’s rounded at the end and fades into a slight purple the further back it gets. You’re instantly drawn to it and watch in stunned silence as he brings your fingers up to his mouth. He licks a long stripe up your fingers before twisting and turning them to lap at every inch. Quickly, your fingers become drenched in hot saliva. You clench your thighs, wishing he would put that tongue somewhere else… A soft noise leaves you, and he meets your eyes again. You mentally berate yourself for having dirty thoughts about your friend. He nips gently at your pointer finger. You squeak and pull your hand away, face certainly red. You hold your hand to your chest limply, now drenched in saliva. You blink at him, words caught in your throat.
“Mmm… tastes good.” Right. Good popcorn. Ha ha… ha… The TV blares and the two of you startle at the noise. Peter is quick to grab the remote and mute it. He watches the quiet television for a moment, throat bobbing.
“Let’s talk for a moment, space girl.” His voice is almost... uncertain. You grin unabashedly at the nickname, pleased. It immediately calms you down and you find yourself relaxing.
“Sure!” You place the popcorn down and turn on the couch, facing him directly. He turns to face you as well, one leg crossing over the other. The arm around the back of the couch begins to tap on the cushion.
“Just let me talk for a moment, no interruptions, okay?” He raises an eyebrow when you open your mouth to respond, and you huff, but stay quiet.
“Honestly, I thought I was being pretty straightforward with you all this time, but with this space fiasco, I knew you weren’t exactly getting the message. Had to talk to you face-to-face. I’ll make this short and sweet, easy to understand. I don’t want you going to space.” He raises one hand when you look like you are about to object. Breathing deeply, he continues.
“Don’t go to space. Stay here. I’ll give you all the monster cock you want, promise… I’m not usually one to wait so long, but I knew during our first call I would have to take it slow with you. I’ve been biding my time all these years, slowly getting to know you, waiting for my chance. And then I saw your post. When I saw that, it left me ‘peterified’.” He chuffs at his joke, pleased.
“So yeah, I’ve got feelings for you. And a lot of them revolve around ramming my cock down your throat. Or god, knotting you,” he sighs wistfully as he speaks. He looks like he wants to say more, but stops himself.
.
.
.
Ho….ly…. SHIT! You’re frozen on the spot, mind racing with a thousand dirty thoughts. You’ve dreamt of this moment, dreamt of a monster desiring you. And now…now you’re presented with an opportunity.
“F-forget space! Oh my god. Peter? Peter!” You’re squealing now, your body shaking with excitement. You stand up and begin pacing, not even really aware of what you’re doing. Peter relaxes on the couch, mouth tilted up in a sly smile.
“This is crazy. Are you serious? He’s serious. I-I need to shave! And prep! Oh god, I don’t know if I’m ready for this…” You bite at your finger nervously, the beginnings of nausea twisting your stomach. Who knew that aching and wanting something for so long would have you feeling so sick?
Peter tugs at your hand, slowing your pacing.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, you nut. Just breathe.” He breathes in deeply, and you copy him instinctually. He guides your breath into something much slower, much more manageable. You smile at him gratefully, falling onto the couch.
“Sorry, this is just… a lot,” you sigh out. He shakes his head.
“Not at all. Just take it easy.” He nudges your knee with his. “Just think about it, yeah?” You nudge him back, eyes twinkling.
“So, all this time you’ve…” you question. He simply nods his head.
“But you didn’t even know what I looked like?” You're surprised when his face starts to turn a gentle shade of red. He coughs into his fist, looking away. He speaks, in a cool tone that doesn’t match his cheeks, “Yeah, I knew right from the start. Your looks are just a plus.”
Aaand now you’re looking away, embarrassed.
“Oh, okay,” you mumble.
#suggest TW#monster fucker#wolfman x reader#monster x reader#sorry#hmmm should i write more for Peter?#x reader#not a werewolf#MDNI#monster/alien/human society#not proofread#its 2 am
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Hi)) first i wanted to say that your handsome angedevil awakens in me a not-so-deeply hidden urge to paint hot eldritch babes, so maybe expect a gift someday idk👀
And the question is, how does gavriil responds to pet names? Gavryusha? Big boy? You kinky human-fucker?
HIIIIIII daaamn i always appreciate gifts!! 👁👁
i literally named him after a calf from prostokvashino PLSSS so gavryusha is like..... the basis of it all. gav нет блять мяу likes them pet namesss!! doesn't take them too seriously, always get a little playful if you throw one at him. he doesn't get them too often, so it's always nice.
god it reall y takes me some time to answer these asks lmao im sorry but just know tht i see all of you. i love you. you are not in fact safe from me and i WILL get you
#microtya's kids#art#my art#digital art#digital drawing#digital artwork#artists on tumblr#monsterfucker#monster fucker#monster x human#monster boyfriend#monster lover#teratophillia#god x human
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