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teratophil · 4 years

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I wanna get absolutely railed by a demon who's like 3 feet taller than me and has bigass horns and claws and a fucking long tounge

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teratophil · 5 years

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Not to be a monsterfucker or anything but

Sharp teeth hot

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teratophil · 5 years

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@maunderfiend‘s Huniu

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teratophil · 5 years

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Honestly, the reason monsterfucker discourse is useless is that nobody can agree upon a working definition of “monster”. It could mean anything from “attracted to dudes with pointy teeth” to “wants to somehow get railed by the concept of universal entropy”. All labeling someone a monsterfucker really tells us is that they’re probably a bottom.

#shut ur mouth op

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teratophil · 5 years

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The Ghost Train: Part Two

I hope you’re still enjoying this wild west ghost story.

female reader x male monster

“This can’t be possible,” I gasp as all the air leaves my lungs. “You can’t be-”

“Oh, but I am, love,” Shae reaches into the sleeper and picks up Gracie, setting her down on the ground. “Now, come here.”

“No!” I fight and try to slap him away, but he picks me up from the sleeper and holds me in his arms. “Put me down!”

“You can’t walk, even if I did,” Shae laughs.

Gracie walks beside Shae, holding his free hand and swinging it back and forth. I can’t even look at him, I’m afraid to. Instead, I look around the train, noticing that parts of it look new and beautiful, but other parts are rotted and old.

“You aren’t happy to see me?” Shae chuckles.

I close my eyes and frown, wanting to ball myself up and hideaway. I don’t know how I feel at this moment. For so long, I was angry at Shae and grieved him horribly. I had thought I had finally pushed him out of my mind. But now he’s haunting me.

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teratophil · 5 years

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The Ghost Train: Part Two

I hope you’re still enjoying this wild west ghost story.

female reader x male monster

“This can’t be possible,” I gasp as all the air leaves my lungs. “You can’t be-”

“Oh, but I am, love,” Shae reaches into the sleeper and picks up Gracie, setting her down on the ground. “Now, come here.”

“No!” I fight and try to slap him away, but he picks me up from the sleeper and holds me in his arms. “Put me down!”

“You can’t walk, even if I did,” Shae laughs.

Gracie walks beside Shae, holding his free hand and swinging it back and forth. I can’t even look at him, I’m afraid to. Instead, I look around the train, noticing that parts of it look new and beautiful, but other parts are rotted and old.

“You aren’t happy to see me?” Shae chuckles.

I close my eyes and frown, wanting to ball myself up and hideaway. I don’t know how I feel at this moment. For so long, I was angry at Shae and grieved him horribly. I had thought I had finally pushed him out of my mind. But now he’s haunting me.

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teratophil · 5 years

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