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CW: Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon, Cervix Penetration
Imagine dating a monster whose saliva acts a potent aphrodisiac. Cumming endlessly on their thick tongue as it rams your cunt and twists within your womb. The flood of slick pouring out of your cunt mixing deliciously with their saliva.
They can’t fit their cock inside you but they’ll be damned if they don’t stuff your womb.
The worse is the aftermath. Their aphrodisiac saliva now covers your cunt inside and out. Creating an itch of throbbing arousal that can’t be abated. Your monster boyfriend watches amusedly as you spend the rest of the day trying to be productive. Catching you rutting against pillows and table corner.
You beg for their tongue once more and it smiles. You will be stuck in this lewd cycle for as long as you’re addicted to its tongue.
#monsterfucker#terato#monster breeding#monster fucker#monsterlove#monster smut#monster x human#monster x reader#reader insert#cervix penetration#aphrodisiac#dubious consent#biscuit snippet#monster tongue
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Thinking about monster forms of affection
Harpies finding something shiny/pretty they think you will like and dropping it on your windowsill.
Vampires knowing certain fabrics don't feel good on your skin and making an outfit out of something they know will be comfy.
Naga being really good cuddlers and wrapping you up in their tails, making you feel secure.
Orcs bringing home a big ass boar or moose and cooking it fresh for you.
Dragons plopping you on top of their hoard, because you're the most valuable thing to them.
Fae giving you a bunch of names so you can't be stolen so easily.
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"What is a marriage but a mating bond bled onto parchment with ink, and sanctified by human prayer?"🐉
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Some lore beneath the cut
So uhhhhh big angsty bit about Saoirse and Ser Llyr is marriage and love...
Saoirse is conflicted as her newfound dragon instincts want to claim Llyr through a mating bond to make him wholly her own while her human heart wants to love and hold affection for him and she doesn't know which emotion is more genuine, and she's confused because she's never had these kinds of feelings before...she wants them to have a human marriage since she views it as Llyr claiming her as his own just as she does to him with their mating bond. Llyr meanwhile is conflicted because he uhhhhh may or may not have cheated on his wife back home with this scary dragon lady that saved him from a cursed forest?? But he loves how said dragon lady makes him feel secure and protected and helped him explore a long-dormant, long-repressed sensuality and therefore helping him achieve a new sense of freedom?? But his wife remarried, thinking he was dead, but he still feels guilty about it because she was still a kind wife?? Lots of messy feelings but in the end..........dragon lady wedding and happily ever after :)
#WIP : the ballad of the dragon-maiden#monster romance#monsterlove#monster girl#monster x human#knight#dragon romance#dragon#dark fantasy
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The maid and the knight dragon
I have this idea that this maid is the one who messes with the knights in this kingdom. She never sees their faces as they keep their helmets on and she just doesn't want to know. She then meets this knight who seems different, they get it on but she notices through the helmet he has golden eyes. Doesn't question, and goes about her day as they prepare for the princess as she is meant to be taken by the dragon. Everyone is in the courtyard waiting for this dragon to take the princess as she stands on top of the tower's roof. The maid is bored waiting for this to be over with. As the dragon appears it lands on the castle wall looking over them all and roars. Everyone holds their breath as the dragon leaps off to grab the princess, only the dragon doesn't. The dragon grabs the maiden. Everyone is shocked as the dragon flies away with the maiden. The maiden looks up at the dragon and they look familiar? They have golden eyes
#my ideas#dragon#golden dragon#gentle giant#story ideas#giant story#short story#story telling#monsterlove#monster husband
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Duskwalker Brides Series
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First Art fight attack of the year!! Had lot’s of fun drawing this guy specially his little neck piece.
#art fight#art fight 2023#team werewolves#digital illustration#digital art#illustration#character design#artists on tumblr#artfight team vampires#af 2023#artfight#monster boy#monsterlove#monster art
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A bit of monster love sketchy fun
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"Why do you like zombies so much?"
me, oozing blood and other substances, rashy, skin pale with purple eyelids and nails, relentlessly hungry: idk man i just think they're neat
#chronic pain#chronic illness#monsterlove#i forget how many things are wrong with my body until i forget to eat breakfast and suddenly I'm on the verge of passing out#me when my skin develops a strange mottled pattern and start getting scared cause what is it this time whats wrong with me am i gonna die#:#im literally undead fuck yeah
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Do you see my vision! Bonus:
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Human at first glance...
The person covered with strange burns all over their body. Too clumsy when they walk, almost like they had something to stabilize them before. Their voice is raspy and rough. Their touch scorching hot. Molten metal encircles their head.
Then one day the scars reopen, revealing flaming eyes. Fiery wings burst from their back and wrap around you and them. A fallen angel. Their molten halo will reform one day, but until then, they must remain on earth.
#monster love#monsterlove#monster lover#monsterlover#monster fucker#monsterfucker#monster boyfriend#monster girlfriend#monster x human#angel#angel x human#fallen angel
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She saw the thing hunched in the far corner, lapping up something that glistened beneath her lamp's light - fresh gore, discarded flesh, and viscera.🌕🐺🩸🦴
Based off a scene from my gothic werewolf novella-in-progress THE BONES WE HAUNT! It's meant to have a very, like... Bluebeard's Bride feel to it.🤭
(Alt version beneath the cut!)
#WIP : the bones we haunt#werewolf#gothic horror#gothic romance#werewolf wednesday#werewolf transformation#illustration#werewolf oc#monsterlove#monster romance#gothic novel#lycanthrope#monster bf#fairytale retellings#gothic art#werewolf art#monster art
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Fate's unchosen bride
Chapter 3: A Creature of Contradictions
Warning: sexual tension, pov in Evelyn
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My heart hammered a frantic tattoo against my ribs as he 1emerged from the oppressive darkness of the trees. The castle walls, once imposing and cold, had vanished, replaced by a breathtaking expanse of sun-dappled forest. But it wasn't the verdant beauty of the clearing that stole my breath.
Lamorak wasn't what I expected.
He towered over me like a storm-tossed oak, his broad shoulders filling out the dark leather breeches that strained against his powerful thighs. A loose tunic, adorned with faded symbols that spoke of a forgotten past, hung open, revealing the play of muscles beneath. Despite his size, he moved with a surprising grace, a predator's fluidity that sent shivers down my spine.
His face, partially obscured by an ornately carved obsidian mask, was a fascinating paradox. The mask, swirling with patterns that seemed to writhe in the sunlight, stopped above sharp cheekbones. Beneath it, a pair of razor-sharp fangs, both upper and lower, glinting menacingly, defied any notion of human beauty. Yet, framing his brow were horns, not the gnarled, twisted kind of a demon, but elegant spirals of polished ivory that gleamed with an otherworldly sheen. He was an intimidating creature, no doubt, but there was something else in his amethyst eyes, a flicker of vulnerability etched around them.
As I stepped into the clearing, the chatter of the villagers morphed into a stunned silence. Four hulking figures, clad in obsidian armor that mimicked Lamorak's mask, materialized from the trees flanking the clearing. Their expressions were unreadable, their obsidian visors reflecting the dappled sunlight like empty voids. They were silent guardians, their imposing presence leaving no doubt of their loyalty.
Lamorak, however, reached up with a surprisingly human gesture and brushed a handkerchief across his nose. A dry, hacking cough escaped his lips, momentarily breaking the tension.
"So," a deep, resonant voice rumbled across the clearing, more captivating than terrifying, "this is the sacrifice they've sent." His gaze drifted down to the crimson dress I wore, lingering for a moment, before returning to meet my eyes. "A bold choice," he commented, the amusement in his voice sending a strange jolt through me.
"Sacrifice?" I straightened my back, defiance battling with the tremor in my voice. "You misunderstand. I'm not here to be offered. I came to see what kind of beast I'm supposed to marry."
As he approached me, I felt an unfamiliar mixture of emotions surge through my veins – equal parts excitement and trepidation. My heart raced as he towered over me, looking down at my vulnerable state with a predatory gaze that sent shivers down my spine.
His fangs were visible when he parted his lips to speak, revealing the carnivorous nature lurking within him.
"A creature of many faces, am I?" he rumbled, his voice softer now. "Perhaps. But beast is only one of them."
As he continued to stare at me intently, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up my spine. Despite his predatory demeanor, there was something undeniably magnetic about his presence that drew me in. The King's words from earlier resurfaced in my thoughts, reminding me of the significance of the crimson dress I wore.
With each passing moment, his scrutinizing gaze became increasingly intense, making it difficult for me to maintain any semblance of composure. There was no denying the magnetic pull he exuded, which both terrified and fascinated me.
"The color suits you, little one," he rumbled, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Though perhaps a bit unconventional for this occasion."
A flush rose to my cheeks as he complimented me on the vibrant color of my dress. It was clear that despite his predatory nature, he could also be tender when he chose to be. His gentle tone contrasted sharply with the terrifying reputation that preceded him, making me feel both vulnerable and strangely aroused by his attention.
As he continued to study me with those mesmerizing eyes, I couldn't help but notice the way they seemed to linger on my breasts and hips, giving off an air of possessiveness that made my heart race even faster.
"Unconventional?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Perhaps. But then again, so is marrying a…" My voice trailed off, searching for the right word, the right way to describe this magnificent, terrifying being before me.
Lamorak chuckled, his deep laughter filling the clearing. "Indeed," he rumbled, leaning closer to me and lowering his voice to a menacing whisper. "But marrying a bride chosen by lottery wasn't exactly on my list of priorities for today either."
He paused, taking another ragged breath before continuing, his voice laced with a hint of something dangerous. "There are other ways to find a suitable mate, after all." His words were ominous, implying a dark undercurrent beneath the surface of this unconventional ceremony. The crimson dress, the King's veiled words, and now this – they all pointed to a deeper meaning, a ritual steeped in a past I barely understood.
With the air thickening with anticipation, Lamorak leaned forward until our faces were only inches apart. His hot breath brushed against my ear as he whispered, "There are other ways to find a suitable mate, after all." He repeated, the intensity in his voice and the promise hidden behind his words made me feel both afraid and aroused, my body responding instinctively to the danger that surrounded us.
I could taste the faint scent of blood on his breath, evidence of his carnivorous nature. And yet, despite the darkness that permeated his every action and word, there was also an undeniable allure that drew me towards him like a moth to a flame. This wasn't the future I'd envisioned, not a marriage built on love or respect. This was a dance on the edge of a knife, a primal bargain struck between a desperate kingdom and a creature of legend.
A tremor ran through me, a mix of fear and a strange exhilaration. "And what exactly are those other ways?" I managed, my voice barely a whisper, yet laced with a newfound determination.
Lamorak's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, the tips of his fangs glinting in the dappled sunlight. The answer, I realized with a jolt of terror and a strange thrill, hung heavy in the unspoken space between us. This wasn't a marriage of love or choice, but something far more primal, a bargain with a monster. And somewhere deep within me, the part that had defied the King and embraced this uncertain future, couldn't help but be intrigued.
Suddenly, a collective gasp tore through the previously hushed crowd. The villagers, who had been frozen in stunned silence, finally registered the intimacy of the moment. Lamorak, startled, straightened abruptly, the playful amusement momentarily flickering back into his eyes before being replaced by a flicker of annoyance.
"Seems we've provided the good citizens with a bit more entertainment than intended," he rumbled, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
My cheeks burned with a mixture of humiliation and defiance. This wasn't how I'd envisioned my first meeting with the legendary creature, not in the middle of a clearing with the entire village watching, their gasps echoing through the trees.
Lamorak, however, seemed to take it all in stride. He turned towards the villagers, his gaze sweeping over their awestruck faces. "Fear not," he boomed, his voice surprisingly gentle for such a large creature. "There is no need for alarm. Today's events were…unforeseen, but not unwelcome."
A murmur of shock rippled through the crowd. Lamorak raised a hand, silencing them instantly.
"The ceremony will be brief," he continued. "But suffice it to say, Evelyn and I will be departing shortly. I appreciate the…enthusiasm with which you've greeted us, but our time here is at an end."
His gaze returned to me, his amethyst eyes gleaming with an intensity that both terrified and exhilarated me. "Are you ready, Evelyn?" he rumbled, his voice a low caress.
The villagers held their breath, their eyes darting between me and the magnificent creature before them. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic counterpoint to the stunned silence. This was it. The point of no return. Yet, as I looked into Lamorak's eyes, a strange sense of calm washed over me.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I whispered, the words surprising even myself.
A slow smile spread across Lamorak's face, both terrifying and undeniably alluring. With a nod to the silent crowd, he extended a hand towards me. His touch, surprisingly gentle for such a large creature, sent a jolt of electricity through me.
Together, we turned away from the awestruck villagers, ready to face whatever this strange, exhilarating future held. Lamorak's monstrous reputation might precede him, but as I walked beside him, a strange sense of anticipation bubbled within me. This wasn't the future I'd planned, but as I stole a glance at the creature beside me, a monster some might call him, a thrill shot through me. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be so bad after all.
#monster romance#BeautyAndTheBeast#ForcedMarriage#FatedMates#dark fantasy#UnconventionalLove#ForbiddenLove#MonsterLove#MonsterBride#Monster Hero#Monster Heroine#paranormal romance#fantasy romance#dark romance#enemies to lovers#Unconventional Bride#monster marriage#fate's unchosen bride#fypシ#fyp#tumblr fyp#fypage#fypツ#original story
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now she’s all ready for spooky season—are you? 🌕🐺
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Writings/Stories Masterlist!
I didn't realize how many of these there were. So I decided to put them all here. Note: these are stories as opposed to little drabbles/random thoughts. I might have to make a tag for those as well. @-@
Put under a read more because this list got LONG.
(Most Recent first)
Love Bite: M!Zombie/Ghoul/F! Reader. A woman sneaks into a cathedral on zombie feeding night to confront their leader.
Song of Summer: M!Forest God/Spriggan/F! Human. A woman recounts the summer she embraced her sexuality.
Bring the Storm: M!Djinn/F!Reader. A woman comes to a djinn's lair, seeking knowledge.
Lesson In Discipline: M!Werewolf/GN! Reader. A human decides to douse themselves with pheromones to attract the attention of a local werewolf and gets more than they bargained for.
Of A Feather: M! Harpy/F! Human (One Shot)
Breeding Season: M! Minotaur/F! Cowperson/Hautaur (One Shot)
Traditions: M! Minotaur/F! Human Reader (One shot, part of a script series that I am planning on turning into a series of shorts)
Cream Filling: Reverse Harem/F! Human. A series about a woman who takes up a serving job at a demon run cafe. Between her monstrous coworkers and clientele, she may be in over her head...
Marked by the Moon: M! Werewolf/F! Human/Werewolf. A series about a vet who is scratched by a wolf. During the next full moon, she runs wild... But She's not alone.
Lips of an Angel: M! Angel/M! Human. A man goes out to a bar and finds himself in some... Heavenly company.
Holy Light: F! Elemental/GN! Reader. (Series, Currently on Hiatus) A paladin discovers a sapient flame and decides to take them under their wing.
Caged: M! Lionman/GN! Reader (Series, currently on hiatus) A noble finds themselves in possession of an interesting leonine.
In Shadows: GN! Shadow/GN! Reader. (One Shot) a shadow monster saves the reader.
Disguises: M! Kitsune (although kinda GN? They're an old god)/ GN! Reader. Series. on hiatus. The reader accidentally pleases and weds an old god!
Burning Love: M! Demon/F! Reader. Craving a lover, a woman summons a demon to bewitch him... But finds what she craves may be right in front of her...
Seeds of Harvest: Multiple M! / F! Human. (Two parts) A follower of the old gods finds how possessive they can be.
Cuddles and Comfort: M! Werewolf/GN! Reader. One shot/fluff. The reader comforts their werewolf lover on 4th of July.
Sharkmate Ooh-ha-ha! M! Sharkman/F!Human. A "finder" goes on an assignment to retrieve a merchant ship, but a dragon attack strands her on an island.
(Published Works)
Whispers In Dreams: A paranormal horror about a literary teacher who stumbles into the world of yokai. (Book On Amazon.)
#monster lover#monster love#monster boyfriend#monster romance#monster x human#monster fucker#monsterfucker#terato#monster girlfriend#writeblr#monsterlove#monster#werewolf lover#werewolf#werewolves#demon x human#demon girl#demon oc#demon smut#demon x reader#harpy x human#raven harpy#harpy#yokai#japanese yokai#yokai oc#minotaur x reader#minotaur#minotaur lover#minotaur x human
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THE BONES WE HAUNT - WIP Intro.
Title: The Bones We Haunt.
Genre: Historical Fiction, Gothic horror, romance, novella.
Status: First Draft + development.
Synopsis:
November, 1905.
While on holiday in Cambridge and attending museum lectures with her mother, Jane Sterling seeks to make this her chance to officially pursue her love of paleontology. While her family encourages the pursuit of passions and challenging rigid social norms, the institutes in place hinder her passion, making her resort to dressing brightly and speaking loudly for attention.
Jane's chance comes to reveal itself in the form of the wealthy and reclusive Sir Terence Hayes, who’s come in search for her father, the esteemed paleobotonist Dr. Samson Sterling, to appraise fossils found in his garden. Her mother eagerly volunteers Jane to go in Dr. Sterling’s place as he remains ill in America, and Terence brings her to his isolated family's estate in the vast, deep, muddy marshes of Wolf’s Run. And the land is shrouded in urban legends. There are whispers of 'The Wolf's Run Beast,' the 'Monster of the Marshes,' that haunts the land under the cover of night, and as Terence leaves Jane to her work he is hell-bent that she's to return to Cambridge before nightfall.
However, freak storms rage, causing the marshes' waters to rise and wash out the roads in flash floods before Jane has a chance to return, leaving her stranded at Wolf’s Run - and at the mercy of all that lurks there.
As night looms, the staff hastily depart, an eerie silence falls, Terence forbids her from even coming near the cellar, and, most importantly, he warns her against leaving her room before dawn. All is merely a strange act to Jane, brushing it off as the eccentricities of an Englishman, until something comes scratching at her door, hungering for her blood.
What started as a mere chance at becoming known swiftly becomes a tumultuous game of blood, teeth, survival, love, and salvation - and Jane must prepare to sharpen teeth of her own if she's to survive the horrors of the Wolf's Run marshes.
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surprise surprise, another WIP inspired by Jojo's need to turn every DILF she falls in love with into a love interest in a monster romance-adjacent book! 🥰 This one's victim??? Ciaran Hinds as a brooding but sweet capital 'r' Romantic were-beast/werewolf-ish creature. 😍 The vibes for this WIP are, like... 90s gothic period drama.... bluebeard meets 'mexican gothic' meets company of the wolves meets 'the death of jane lawrence'... and i've only known this WIP for 3 days and I'm already obsessed, help-
#WIP : the bones we haunt#writeblr#wip intro#writeblr intro#writers of tumblr#monsterlove#monster romance#monster romance book#monster man#werewolf#werewolves#werewolf romance#werewolf boyfriend#gothic horror#gothic romance#novel writing#writers on tumblr#writing community#looking for writers#(for FCs jane is based off of demi moore in 'ghost' (1990) and terence is based off of ciaran hinds in 'persuasion' (1994) heehee)#jojo writes#jojo simps#beauty and the beast#beauty and the beast retelling
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