#Monster/Human

[kabukiaku]

morning after. soft snuggles all the way. :,D ✨

[imagine-darksiders]

Do you think you could do a quick sketch of Samael cradling the human while they're asleep? I haven't seen him in a while and I miss the way you draw him.

Supposedly the safest place you can fall asleep, if he likes you :]

[bump1nthen1ght]

On The Leash (M!Reader x M!Werewolf)

Pairing: Male!Power-Bottom!Reader x Male!Sub-Top!Werewolf

Genre: Established relationship, Urban Fantasy

Warnings: Degradation, Name-Calling

Word Count: 1471 words

Summary: Too many people your boyfriend may seem like a big bad werewolf. But for you, he’s just a sweet little puppy.

Request: Hey, I love your works! Can I request power bottom male reader x sub top male werewolf?

Maybe a mix of praise and degradation 👀👀

It’s moments like these that you’re happy you and your boyfriend have your own apartment.

Without roommates, you’re free to lounge in your boxers on the couch anytime of day. Your boyfriend can walk around with a towel slung around his hips, fully shifted and relaxed. You can admire the curve of his ass and smack it the next moment, and he can crawl right over you and slot his lips into yours. The heat and excitement can escalate, your hands wandering and hips grinding as your breathing gets heavy, as your kisses get sloppy.

Like now, for instance.

Ben’s fur smells fresh, the lavender scent of that fur-spray you gave him. His snout is wet against your ciollarbone as he licks and kisses at your chest. A heavy bulge rests against your thigh as he slips in between your legs, your fingers curling through his fur.

“Thinking about me in there?”

“Maybe.” Ben chuckles, peppering your face with kisses. “I saw you and couldn’t contain myself.”

“Hmm, naughty boy.” Your fingers yank on the back of his head, forcing him back and away from your lips. Ben’s tongue lolls out in a pant, the pain only making his cock twitch. “Did you touch yourself?”

Ben’s neck rolls with a heavy breathe.

“M-maybe.”

You pull again, wrapping your leg around one of this thighs to keep his cock pressed against you, choosing to ignore the way he humps against you.

“It’s a yes or no question.”

“Yes! Yes I did.”

You click your teeth, exaggerating your false “disappointment”.

“And yet you didn’t invite me in. That was rude, dear.” Your other hand plants itself on the couch, using it as leverage to push up and kiss his bobbing neck. “I think someone needs to be reminded of his place.”

Ben is large fellow, pushing 6’4 and all muscle and mass. Yet in your hands he’s like putty, weight following easily as you flip yourself over and on top of him. His cock tents his towel, the white fabric falling between his thighs like a sexy loincloth.

“Since you felt selfish enough to jerk off without me, I think I’ll put that cock to good use.” You fish your dick out of your boxers, shucking them down your thighs and off your ankles. Ben growls, his chest rumbling underneath as he watches your head smack against your stomach. But any authority is lost with the keening whine as you grab his own cock, hand gripped tight around the base.

“Uh-uh, I’m setting the pace for this one, dear. If you even try to move without my permission-” Your thumb yanks his cock forward, another whine coming from Ben’s chest. “-You don’t get to cum. Understand?” Ben nods his head, eyes watery and desperate as you slowly shift up your hips, grabbing a spurt of lube from a nearby bottle (another benefit of living without roommates) and coating his cock.

You're slow and controlled as you sink onto Ben’s dick, his head thrown back in a muffle howl when you fit him to the hilt. The burn is only slight, plenty of practice making the motion feel natural.

“Eyes on me, or you’ll regret it.” You bark, hips grinding against his. Ben whines again, but follows you obediently, his pupils wide as he bites his bottom lip.

A jolt shoots up your spine as the head of Ben’s cock grazes your prostate, and you fight the urge to start using him like a sex toy immediately. He needs to earn that privilege.

You set a slow pace, merely rocking your hips back and forth, letting that pressure hit just right deep inside of you. Ben’s tail swings agitated behind you, his thighs shaking as he forces himself to stay still. He’s being awfully good, but to torture him more you make sure to exaggerate your breathy moans, rubbing a hand down your chest as you sway.

“S-shit, you’ve got such a perfect cock.” Bem’s ears perk up, another purr rumbling between your legs. “Always stretching me open so perfectly. Just how I like it.” The hand on your chest moves down to your navel till you reach your dick, rubbing your thumb across your weeping head. Ben’s dark tongue darts across his lips when you spit into your open palm and begin to jerk yourself off. “Fuck~”

You can feel Ben’s cock twitching inside of you, veins throbbing as you tease. But he hasn’t moved or looked away, obediently following your every command, even as you torture him. Those big brown eyes of his look so cute in this position, so eager to please you.

“You’re being an awfully good boy, Ben. I’m impressed.” Your free hand runs down his chest, drawing circles in his lower stomach, admiring the way he twitches and shakes form the smallest of contact. “I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.”

You splay your fingers onto Ben’s chest, finding grip on his fur as you lean upwards off his cock, pulling out until only the tip remains. Ben’s ears curl forward, his mouth open to beg for more when you throw yourself back onto the hilt, voice catching in his throat.

“Hnggh!”

You set a brutal pace, rocking your couch across the cheap flooring. His heavy, sweaty balls slap against your ass cheeks as you ride him like a prize stallion. Your hand sloppily continues jerking your cock, chasing the knot that tightens with every thrust backwards.

Ben, to his credit, still keeps his eyes on you, the order not rescinded. His long claws dig into the sofa cushion to keep his focus, watching you bounce on his dick. His shaky pupils dart between your face and your cock.

“P-please.”

“Please what? You need to speak up, dummy.” You tease, despite the way your voice shakes from exertion, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Please, let me fuck you.”

“Hmmm.” You tap your chin, fake contemplating as you swivel your hips. “I’m feeling generous, so I suppose that could work.” Ben’s ears shoot straight up, his tail thumping against the couch as you lean backwards. There’s a wet schlick as you pull his cock out and lay yourself backwards, legs spread wide. You keep a firm grip around your shaft, licking your lips as Ben scrambles to mount you.

Ben’s hands shake as he pushes your thighs up to your chest, tongue lolled out in desperate pants as he lines his aching cock up with your hole. Ben’s a large fella, easily covering up your whole body as his hot head presses against the ring of muscle.

“Holy shit.” Ben’s eyes twitch as he sinks deep into you. With his patience all spent up, he instantly ruts into you like an animal, the sound of slapping skin echoing off the shitty apartment walls. His brow furrows as his breathing gets heavy, all those muscles put into action with his harried thrusts.

“Hey, look at me.” A soft touch to his jaw has Ben focusing back on you, hot breaths flowing across your face. Your thumb brushes across his cheek. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

“I-I’m your good boy.” Ben stutters out, his cock twitching unside you.

“Good boys get to cum inside.” Your voice falls into purr, your grip soft as you carress Ben’s face. His pupils have blown wide, his thrusts picking up speed as he finally gets to chase his high. You keep talking, knowing he loves the sound of your voice. “You treat me so well, always know how to make me feel fantatsic.” You punctuate your sentence with a breathy moan, feeling yourself get closer and closer.

Ben loses himself in his focus, falling down to his elbows and pressing his chest against yours. Fur and skin stick together in a sweaty tangle, but you don’t care. You press a kiss against the side of his mouth, enjoying the taste of salt.

Your eyes scrunch up tight as you feel your orgasm approaching, your balls tightening with every thrust of Ben’s hips.

“Aah~” Your vowels wobble as your hips and cock jerk, finishing all over Ben’s stomach. Ben digs his muzzle into your neck, his chest heaving against yours.

Time for his reward.

“Cum for me, baby.” You whisper in Ben’s ear, his whole body trembling as he hits his peak, fresh jets of cum filling you up.

“Fuck!”

Ben draws out the last syllable, hips still humping, his semen deep inside you, He collapses on top of you, tail flopped to the side. He’s still cock-drunk, eyes wobbling and bereft of speech. You fall into the heated mess, your boyfriend feeling like a weighted blanket on top of you. A sweaty, stinky weighted blanket.

But he’s all yours and you're all his, and that is what matters at the end of the day.

[godshaper]

everyone's favorite transfem minotaur is having a particularly good time in the barn today

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

You are hurled roughly and unceremoniously down into the chasm that serves as my prison. I catch you in my waiting arms. I have imagined you in my arms before but the reality of your proximity is breathtaking. You are warm to the touch, soft in my hands, your pulse a melody beneath your skin, you smell absolutely delicious and though it cannot satiate the gaping chasm within, some part of me is nourished by the very sight of you. There is a look of hurt in your eyes, you do not know why you have been cast down into my prison. The final warden of this place. Betrayed not by the monster you guard but by those you are supposed to protect from me. I’ve always wanted to eat you, it’s my nature. You understood that at least as much as someone so different could understand. But this? This is not something you can comprehend is it? Oh sweetheart, even if we both know I’m going to eat you. I sympathise, You have always been a kind person even to me, cruelty is foreign to you. You do not understand what you have done wrong. Shh, love the truth is you’ve done nothing. I confess even though I have always wanted to eat you I did not anticipate this, but it also doesn’t surprise me. Since my imprisonment I have watched your line persist and I watch it slowly crumble until only you and your predecessor remained, until only you remained. Only you, you who has been as kind and compassionate to me as you can without forsaking your duty. You who is naive enough to treat a monster like a friend. And you are my warden. It does not surprise me that those outside have forgotten the danger. You may be kind but these people do not know you, they know your family, a family that was once powerful stained with all the sins that entails. You are not a person to them, the truth of you does not matter to them only the symbolism. But it matters to me darling, I cannot spare you, I do not want to, the more I’ve come to know you, the more desperately I’ve longed to consume you. But I will be so gentle darling, I lap at your tears tenderly, the taste is wonderful there is fear and misery but in a testament to your kindness, it is not only for yourself. Rather for those who have unknowingly unlocked my prison by feeding you to me. Even for me who will surely be all alone once I’ve eaten you. Oh, my love, you need not worry about that. The two of us will always be together. As for your attackers, they don’t matter, only you and I matter. Only the taste of you the feel of you, the quickening of your pulse, the shivering of your body, my name escaping your lips, afraid but also searching, wanting assurances that although I am eating you it is not because I too hold something against you that you cannot help. That I do not also resent you. My tongue licks stripes along your skin greedily. I groan, no I do not resent you beloved, how could I? When you taste like this? When for all your trembling you do not try to escape, when you are seeking reassurances of no hard feelings from a monster? I swallow you, greedy and purring. You wriggle delightfully down my throat, disoriented by the shifting gravity and the pull of my throat muscles. I can feel your hands enter my belly first, then your head and shoulders, then the rest of your body follows behind. By the time your slender legs and cute feet have past my lips. You already fill my belly out so nicely. It’s been millennia since I have had a real meal. I run my fingers lovingly over the shape of you. A long languid belch escapes past my lips. Oh goodness, I cannot wait to digest you, I love it, the idea of my body stealing you away. And why not? The people who you swore to protect have betrayed you, they might not want you darling but I do. Your lovely voice whines in distress as the acids in my belly come out to claim you. I coo and run my hands over your shifting form in adoration. Shh, it’s alright beloved, you only have to endure this for so long, then we’ll be together forever. And then? Then it’s time to teach those who made you cry not to play with monsters.

[bonkalore]

Almost forgot I drew this recently. I haven't drawn them actually kissing enough!!

[sirsadly]

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

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

Where My Hand Treads 

male orc with gender neutral reader

591 words | sfw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[btteredtoast]

some really cute commissions I was lucky enough to work on for Krista Luna 💫I love you orc men

[massgrav]

The monster under your bed needs cuddles too ♥

[the-shipping-forecasters]

The Monster/Human Romance Special

Do you ever wonder if Bigfoot hides from humanity because he realises how much erotica focused on him? This week, we answer this question and many others, as we begin our foray into Monster Fucking.

Why not join us, as we judge James' very questionable taste, find out about Grace's first crush, and settle once and for all if Bowsette counts as a monster.

(By the way, Good Omens S2 spoilers at 51-54:30)

If that sounds your thing, the full episode is here, and all the other podcast places too:

And join us again in two weeks, when we pick out our favourites!

[quiznak4]

Hi guys! Looking for rp partners again! Please be 18+!!

I'm not replacing anyone at all, Just looking for more rp partners. I'm 23, and I'm looking for a smutty rp with dead dove content. 

We can share ou kinks in Dm but I'm looking for a monster/human dynamic with stuff like breeding kink, Mpreg and Ovi, size difference, Transformation (this one is my favorite) and a lot more but we'll see what we want to add and create in dm. 

I'm mostly writing m/m but I'm willing to do m/f if I can play the F. As for playing submissive or dominant I much prefer playing the submissive character but under a few circumstances of the plot I can play the dominant.

 This is going to be dark and kinky as hell so if that's not what you're looking for maybe this ad isn't for you, I do like a good plot though so we could focus on both if that interests you.

I send several messages a day and like Ooc chatter, sending pics and music about our story is just so cool! I would just ask of you that you don't ghost me, I understand we all have lives but if you want or need to stop rping with me please warn me. Promise I won't eat you.

If you're interested don't hesitate to DM me or like this post! I'll reach you as soon as I can 

[imagine-darksiders]

Let me just say, I read one of your stories, the human influence one with Samael and reader. I absolutely loved it!!! You're an amazing writer and artist, I mean truly, you're probably one of my favorites in the fandom!!! So my request is if you could draw that one scene in the fic when Samael kisses/licks reader's neck. That had me foaming at the mouth, it was so unexpected. That and he's so big, like how does that look? I think you'd make it look real cute or spicy!!??? It's up to you, but I'd love to see that. Thank you again.

How could I deny such a lovely request ;) X

[bump1nthen1ght]

Right Where He Wants You (Octomerman x M!Reader)

Pairing: Octo!Merman x Merman!Reader

Genre: Hand Jobs, Tentacles, Titplay

Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Slight Yandere tendencies Word Count: 1300 words

Summary: A member of your pod has been making eyes at you for a while. His desire for you is almost palpable, suffocating even. But you can’t say you hate the attention.

Request: It’s my first time asking for a request so - could I make a request male octopus x merman male reader there could be titplay and some yanderish vibe to it

It’s a simple glance that starts it all.

A flirtatious wink from you over the pod’s dinner, you offering to share some of your dolphin and sliding up to his side.

The tension between you two had been thick for a while; lots of sensual glances, the occasionally passing brush of his tentacle on your backside, and sometimes even cornering you just to flirt and compliment your appearance. 

The game had been fun; Cyreus was a handsome fellow, and although he had begun aggressively pursuing you first, you weren’t exactly complaining about his forwardness. But tonight there's a certain energy in the air, a certain stirring in your gut. Tonight you’ll take it all the way, let him know that you've officially been caught.

All it takes is a wink and a hidden note, passed off into one of his tentacles.

Meet me at dusk

It said, and while you had intended to guide him to your cove after meeting, get a little privacy, he had been desperate to get started. Right then, right there.

“Ungh, Cyreus-”

“Uh-huh?” He asks, half attentive, mouth a little busy sucking hickies onto your neck.

“Someone might-” Your voice catches in your throat, feeling a sharp nip right at your pulse.

“No they won’t. Everyone’s already gone to sleep.” A long, wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck, a lustful shiver running down your spine. An orange tentacle wraps around the bottom of your tail, yanking it up and throwing your upper half farther into the wall. Cyreus’ chest presses right up against yours, using his body weight to hold you in place. “You’re all mine, mine.”

You honestly should be alarmed by the dark tone of his voice, the way his tentacles grope and constrict your tail into the right position. But the lust has fogged over the more sensible part of your mind, and instead you fall deeper into your paramore's arms.

Two tentacles keep your tail in place, while another one circles tantalizingly around your slit, applying enough pressure to coax your cock out of its sheath. Up top Cyreus continues his attack on your throat, pinching skin in between his lips and lathering his tongue across it. You feel the dancing sensation of his fingers crawling up your sides, inching towards your nipples. 

“Aah.” You breathily moan, reminding yourself that you need to keep it down. Not that it really matters, as the bruises you’ll have will no doubt let everyone know what you got up to tonight.

The tip of your dick has begun to poke out, Cyreus’ tentacles wasting no time in encircling it in their warm hold. Your pelvis jerks, throwing it into his sucking grip, embracing the feeling. Electricity shoots across your chest when you feel two finger pads press up on your nipples. 

“So fucking cute.” Cyreus growls in your ear. “Those cute little sounds, all for me.” His fingers flick across your chest, watching the way it pebbles and rises. He licks his lips, his gaze ravenous.

Your cock has fully unsheathed at this point, precum now beading at the tapered tip. Three tentacles focus on it all at once; One wrapped tight around your base, one jerking up and down your shaft, and the last one lathering the tip like a tongue. Precum smears across the suckers, the tentacle shuddering as it coaxes out more and more.

Cyreus mouth has moved down your neck and onto your shoulder, pressing kisses and bites into your cold skin. He begins to hover around your chest, scooting his hand down so he can start sucking on your left nipple.

“Aah!”

Cyreus is covetous as he licks a circle around your bud, long tongue wrapping around it and beginning to tug. The other is pinched by his forefinger and thumb, sending hot sparks down your stomach and right to your cock. 

Cyreus giggles, mouth still latched on, and all three tentacles grip tight around your cock. Fresh streams of precum gush down their sides, speckling the underside of your tail.

“Who makes you feel this good?” Cyreus pops off to ask, his voice low and possessive. “Look at me.”

You force your eyes to open, another wave of heat pulsing your dick when you catch his intense gaze. His irises burn like embers, his brow furrowed and his smout quirked in a smirk. “Who?” He tugs on your nipple, forcing a breathy yelp.

“Y-you! You make me feel good!”

“Say my name.” The tentacle around your shaft starts jerking aggressively, a fast pace that has your vision specked with dots

“Cyreus!” You keen, hips thrown into his grip. The knot in your belly gets pulled taught.

“Good boy.” He purrs, nipping at your nipple. “My good boy.”

Something cold and slimy thwaps against your navel, a quick glance down telling you it's Cyreus’ unsheathed cock. It coated in his precum, leaving slick trails as he ruts it against your stomach.

Your hand gently wraps around it, trying to find the technique to jerk him off properly. It’s an effort amidst all his tentacles, which seem desperate to thoroughly scramble your mind into a lust-addicted soup. 

You can feel the blood pulsing underneath the skin, his tapered head bobbing as you find a grip around his slick cock. Cyreus' tongue falls out of his mouth. “F-fuck~” He stutters, and you feel a certain rush of pride, knowing how good you make him feel.

“Oh, fuck.” Cyreus begins biting your chest, fresh bruises blooming against the skin. Every knick of his teeth feels like another pull at your knot, the slow crescendo of your orgasm picking up.

“Oh my gods.” Your breathily moan, hips beginning to jerk and hump into the mass of tentacles. You can feel them shuddering against your shaft, squirming to soak up every drop of cum you give them. 

You slowly lose the focus to jerk Cyreus off, your hand now just a solid grip as you try to find stability in the wave of pleasure. But Cyreus doesn’t complain, instead humping up, using your palm like a sex toy. Gushes of his slick run down your wrist.

“You gonna cum?” Cyreus purrs between bites on your chest, tongue circling back around your nipples. It’s shockingly dextrous, curling and tugging at it like one of his tentacles.

You nod, another quaking moan from your quivering lips. You’re only silenced by a brutal kiss from Cyreus, teeth clacking as easily slips his tongue inside. His hands now lay flat against your stomach, two more tentacles coming up to keep pinching your nipples. The two of you are a mass of thrusts and limbs, slick with sweat and bodily fluids.

“Cum for me. Cum for me.” Cyreus growls, tugging at your bottom lip with surprising force. There's a sharp pinch and blood bubbles up to the surface. But neither of you care, falling back into the kiss, embracing the metallic tastes across your tongues.

Your moans are swallowed up by Cyreus mouth as you orgasm, hot spurts of cum caught by his desperate tentacles, practically bathing in it. Soon after you feel Cyreus finish on your chest, semen shooting all the way up to your neck as his humps stutter.

The two of you are locked in a haze, cock-drunk and delirious as your breath returns. Your lips stay connected in a peck, hot breath blowing across each other’s cheeks.

It’s easy to stay put, to let Cyreus tentacles lock you in place as he nuzzles into your neck.

“You’re perfect.” He whispers, still just as desperate and needy as before. Like you’re a treasure that keeps on giving, one he’ll never give up. “And now you’re mine. All mine.”

The tentacles constrict, but the slight burn doesn’t bother you. 

No, you’re right where you belong.

[godshaper]

horrible, no good, very bad guys get nasty and ruin everyone else's lives

[more 🔞 images here]

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

The idea of a pred who’s used to unwilling prey feeling soothed by a willing prey that actually treats their insides gently. It’s might not even be that squirming bothers them, it’s that someone loves them enough to be gentle even with this monstrous part of them.