#monster blurb

[davinawritings]

A Helping Tail

Demon Husband X Human Reader

Your demon husband knew you were a very needy person when he married you. You constantly craved his attention and physical contact; it was just part of your personality. Your constant desire to be close to him was something he enjoyed greatly. He loves having you so needy and desperate for him; it just shows how much you love him.

While he wished he could have you on his cock at all times, bouncing your wet pussy up until you both were moaning in pleasure, he did have times he had to concentrate on his tasks. He had tried in the beginning to focus as he let you have your way with his large body, but your tight cunt proved to be entirely too distracting for him to get any real work done.

Having you stay away from him was not an option; you both craved the other too much for that. However, he came up with a solution that you both enjoyed immensely in the form of his tail. You could spend hours sitting on his tail, alternating between riding it and being cockwarmed by it. 

Your demon husband could sit at his massive desk getting his work done as you writhed and moaned in his lap, your hips bouncing, grinding, and shaking as you cum repeatedly. The pointed tip of his tail moves so deep within you as he strokes your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive g-spot repeatedly until you are crying out his name. He alternates between letting you ride him however you please, and fucking you hard and fast with his tail, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you. Once you finally tire out, he keeps you tight to his chest, letting you nap as his tail stays buried in your dripping cunt. 

When he finally finishes his work, he’ll bring you back to your bed, waking you by kissing your body and stroking your sensitive folds. He’s spent all day with his cock hard and ready to fuck you, your naked body pressed to his own. It’s a good thing you napped because the next several hours are going to be spent being filled by his cock over and over. By the end of the night, each thrust of his fat cock is going to push more and more of his cum from your stretched hole, only to be replaced by more cum, and he fills you again.

[commit-arson-i-dare-you]

Werewolf bf who is also your tattoo artist‼️

Makes you sit perfectly still on his lap, stuffed full of his thick knot as he slowly pumps you full of warm cum.

All the while, his tattoo gun is buzzing against your skin, the almost burning pain a delicious contrast to the pleasure of being stuffed full. Now you need to stay as still as possible for two reasons, not messing up the tattoo, and to not tug on his knot deep in your tight pussy.

[2-dsimp]

Cw: NSFW MDNI

Imagine a yandere fawn boy getting ridden by his hunter! darling who uses his antlers like handlebars to bounce on his cock. However, his antlers are extremely sensitive due to it being in a velvet stage. So he cums prematurely every time you grab them, making him clop his hooves in sheer embarrassment with tears in his doe eyes. Unable to look you in the eyes.

Your poor fawn is such a crybaby in the springtime.

[digitalbvnny]

werewolf!spouse who has to mount you when he goes into heat. he's so sorry he doesn't want to hurt you or scare you but he's so needy. he just has to fuck your aweet little hole, he can smell you across the house. like your scent, your body is calling to him wirh need. just begging to be used. he'd have to pounce on you as soon as enter the room.

he's pinning you to the closest possible furniture. “i’ll pay for that,” he'd pant, chest heaving with ragged breathes. right before he rips all of your clothes off you, he needs to feel you. needs to see all of you, that belongs to him.

your werewolf!husband is crying out as he fully sheaths himself in your cunt. he's sobbing, apologizing for hurting you, for the lack of prep. usually he was so good at all the little things that come with foreplay. he just can't waste anytime. his claws are digging into the fat of your hips, as he manhandles you like a doll. just a toy to be used for his pleasure.

you can't help the moans falling from your lips as he fucks you dumb. “so good, baby, fuck, your cunt hugs me so good. gonna cum, gonna fill you up, bet you'd love that huh?” he's going insane, just babbling on as he paints your walls with his seed.

✮ repost ✮

[erajunex]

The House of Sin. (part 1)

Rating: 18+ MDNI. You read at your own risk.

Pairing: Father Charlie Mayhew x housekeeper!fem!reader

Summary: Your very religious family decides to preserve you from the evil of the world by entrusting you to Father Charlie as his housekeeper. You’re welcome in the House of Sin.

TW (for this part): NSFW. SMUT. blasphemy; mentions and references to catholic themes (some of them are prob inaccurate sorry); reader is very religious (but not innocent); mentions of blood; graphic description of self-inflicted flagellation; masturbation; voyeurism; swearing.

a/n: English is not my first language, so please be kind bc this took me so long to translate (lol), if you wanna be added to the tag-list for the next part lemme know with a comment pls

Enjoy xx

Father Charlie Mayhew had always been faithful and devoted to the promises he made before God when he decided to please Him for the rest of his earthly life, and with the same devotion he always made an effort to spread love for God within his parish.

In his whole life, he never felt the slightest desire to act in opposition to the Lord's word, he never succumbed to temptation, and his spirit never entertained the idea of sinning.

He was the perfect servant, the best guide for his parish, and for the faithful whom the Lord entrusted to him.

Or at least that was what everyone believed about him, including your parents, who thought that offering you the position of Father Charlie’s housekeeper would be the best way to protect you from the vices and dangers of the outside world.

Your father was a strict and religious man who raised you with rules and discipline, so you accepted his decisions without question.

Father Charlie knew your family well and recognized your parents' honesty and devotion, so he had high expectations for you, and you would’ve met all of them.

The initial period of living together at his house was quite peaceful, and being with him felt comfortable from the very first day. You spent your days peacefully working for him, cleaning his house and the church, doing laundry, and preparing lunch and dinner. Nevertheless, you always found a moment for prayer. You shared everything with him and you were grateful and respectful at the point you considered him a master despite his young age.

You recognized your parents' admiration for him, and you shared it too because he was a decent man who cared for all his faithful and his mission as God's servant. He was charismatic, persuasive, and seemingly flawless. To be honest, his personality intrigued you. You had to admit that sometimes you found him charming, but those were just fleeting thoughts that you quickly pushed aside— till tonight.

It’s late at night; all the lights are off, and Father Charlie has retired to his room about an hour ago.

You’ve just finished washing the dishes and are getting ready for the night. As you prepare to head to the room he had assigned to you when you first arrived, a flicker of light and subtle noise from his door catch your attention as you walk through the hallway.

At first, you think it’s just a perception, but as your feet slow down until they stop in the hallway, you realize your ears are not wrong.

Driven by curiosity you approach the door slowly, trying not to make a sound as you peek through the half-closed door to see out what is happening inside his room. But, you know, sometimes curiosity can kill.

You freeze. Your jaw drops, and your eyes widen as they look straight at the scene being etched in your memory.

Father Charlie sits at the edge of the bed, fully exposed to your gaze, the soft light casting shadows on his bare skin. His back is turned to the painting of Jesus Christ hanging on the wall, a watchful presence above him from which he is trying to hide himself.

He’s panting. He’s completely naked. With one hand around his cock.

His eyes are closed and his slightly parted lips release soft moans of pleasure, the rhythm of his breath filling the quiet room. A sheen of sweat glistens on his naked body as he keeps moving his left hand at a rapid pace, trying to set himself free from the lustful thoughts that had taken over his body as soon as possible.

Your breath breaks.

You can’t believe it. Father Charlie has succumbed to the desire of the flesh, his soul becoming stained by a sin he should never have committed. Not him. Not a priest like him.

And without knowing, he‘s pulling you into the Devil’s claws with him.

Because no matter how shocked you are, and no matter how hard you’re mentally cursing yourself for being overcome by curiosity, your eyes are glued to his magnificent body and cannot tear themselves away from it.

You are expected to go, but you can't. You don't want to.

For the first time in your whole yet short life, you hear it. That voice. The voice of temptation.

You continue to stare at him with bated breath, wishing that show will never end.

"Ah, fuck..." he groans and you shudder.

A shiver goes straight to your core, and you immediately feel an urge to clench your thighs together to hold back an unusual tickle that you had never experienced so strongly before.

However, it is not sufficient.

Forgive me, Father… you think. Your cheeks redden with shame as the last bit of reason fades away from you at that precise moment your right hand goes straight under the cloth of your sundress, and just as if it has been guided by a dark and sinister force it sneaks between your legs, right in your cotton panties.

For I have sinned.

You aren’t used to touching yourself, and even if you had done it on rare occasions you'd never imagined doing it like this— secretly watching your priest as he does the same thing.

Soon you realize that something inside you is changing rapidly. It‘s just a tiny spark, but it can set your whole body on fire in no time.

And it’s all his fault.

Your fingertips slide between your already-soaked folds, coating in juices that flow out of you like a river, and then you start teasing yourself shamefully, trying to focus on the scene in front of you to avoid those pitiful and lonely voices that keep whispering to you to stop.

“Yes…” he licks his lower lip and for a brief moment you imagine how good, how pleasant it could be the feeling of his wet tongue on your skin, exactly where your hand is. It’s so, so wrong and you know it, but you can’t control yourself. It’s overwhelming.

His nudity contrasts sharply with the solemnity of the image behind him. He looks so vulnerable, so…

“So good…” he says between moans. You want to know what he’s thinking, what kind of images are guiding his imagination— if you’re part of them too.

His forearm anchors on the mattress to balance himself, and his hips buck against his hand to gain more friction.

“Oh, God…” his broad chest is heaving with every breath that escapes his lungs as you try your best to swallow every squeak, careful not to get caught right there.

Sweat covers his forehead, small drops sliding down his ecstatic face and neck, igniting your deepest fantasies while your fingertips rub at your clit in circular motions, mimicking the pace at which he’s stroking his length.

You can’t help but look at it. Thick and veiny, the tip red and leaking with precum, your pussy throbs around nothing at the mere idea of putting his whole girth in your virgin mouth and knowing how good it could taste.

The man bites his lips and you do it too in reflection.

You are a mess. Your trembling thighs are soaked by the juices dripping from your aching pussy as you frantically touch yourself. Your entire being lies completely under the tight grip of the Devil, ensnared in a web of darkness that seeks to control every thought, feeling, and action.

His strokes become erratic, and his eyebrows knit together in a mixture of pain and bliss. He is close… and in such a short time you are too. Your teeth bite your lower lip until it bleeds, in a desperate attempt to hold back a whine. But you don't stop. You will not do it until he will too.

All of a sudden, his hand stops. A guttural sound of satisfaction slips past his throat reaching your ears as he throws his head back and the orgasm washes over him.

The tight knot in your belly snaps and thousands of shocks invade your body from head to toe. Your vision goes blurry, your mind goes fuzzy and your knees get weak like jelly.

You’ve just reached the peak without even knowing it.

Thick ropes of his white seed spill from his throbbing cock, falling right on his palm and stomach.

Your mouth waters at the sight, you can swear that if only it had been possible you’d walk into that damn room and kneel in between his huge thighs just to lick him clean and suck the soul out of him, making him cum again and again and again.

For God’s sake, those thoughts will send you straight to hell!

Silence takes his moans’ place, and his eyes open slightly as his breathing searches for a more regular pace, just like yours.

You pull out your hand from your soaked panties. A wave of post-orgasmic sense of guilt crashes over you. You have just sinned. Right now is time to go to your room and get some rest, forgetting what have just happened and never thinking again about it, and yet your eyes and your feet are stuck right here, quivering for his next moves.

Everything has been so tempting and your body wants more.

He suddenly gets up from the mattress and makes his way towards the antique dresser next to the bed. A bowl full of water is on top of it, and he quickly dips both his hands inside of it to his wrists, washing away every sign of the sinful act he had just committed—unaware it’s happened in front of you.

From that spot, his body is perfectly exposed to your gaze, and your mind takes advantage of this to explore new, undiscovered places.

He‘s tall, radiant, and huge. He looks like a classical statue. His broad chest and chiseled abs seem to be sculpted in marble, just like his thick thighs and the strong and muscular arms he usually hides under the vestments.

He’s handsome.

Only the Lord knows what those arms are capable of, how those big and veiny hands would be able to touch and grab a woman’s body- your body. How good his mouth would be able to kiss you, bite you, lick you, satisfying the most private parts of you like no one ever did. If only he didn’t have to respect the vows of celibacy and obedience... if only he didn't choose to refuse lust and resist temptation for the rest of his life…

He wipes his hands with a clean towel near the basin, heavy breathing releasing from his lungs as if he wants to get rid of that slamming weight on his shoulders. The weight of the mortal sin he has just given into, the reason why he deserves to be punished— and maybe you deserve it too.

You see him going through the drawer and picking something before he lifts the wooden kneeler to the side. And when he approaches the bed again, you recognize the scourge in his hand.

Your heartbeat down faster as soon as you realize what’s going to happen. Father Charlie places the kneeler in front of the bed, exactly where he was before, and turnes his back to you, revealing his broad shoulders and his back previously tortured by the hits he self-inflicted with the tool he’s now placing on the sheets.

A bunch of shivers flood your body from head to toe, trepassing your spine. You see the still-opened wounds and cuts on his pale skin, the clear signs of every time he sinned and begged for forgiveness.

He kneels and firmly takes the scourge in his right hand. Seven cords, seven barbs for the seven deadly sins, and seven virtues.

The mortification of the flesh.

It‘s the only way to deaden his sinful nature and bring back his focus to the only thing he pledged to honour even after his bodily death.

He rests his elbows on the board, with his back straight as he looks at the white wall in front of him, his eyes filled with certainty and confidence.

He stands right there unshaken, keeping you on edge for his next move before his lips parts and he speaks.

"Merciful Lord, I come before You seeking forgiveness and healing" with a rapid flick of his hand he whips himself violently, making you gasp in shock. You hear him holding his breath, trying his best not to cry and scream from pain, and then he spakes again.

"f-for the sin of lust that… dwells within me." another lash, another flinch from you. Cords are already leaving marks and bruises, you can feel how much they sting on his skin and on his previous wounds as the sharp edges sink on his back mercilessly.

"I confess m-my weakness in giving in to… impure desires" his stomach jolts in pain, and his dilated pupils stare blankly at the painting on the wall as his lips tremble with each syllable "and… indulging in lustful t-thoughts and actions t-that offend… You."

A lot of blood starts gushing out from his wounds, staining the cords with a bright red color.

You cover your mouth in shock. You can see the pained look on his face, pleasure has completely abandoned his now-suffering body that‘s writhing at the feeling of those rusty barbs tearing his flesh apart at every whipping, painting the cold floor with the spatters of his own blood.

Father Charlie is asking for forgiveness, pleading the Lord to save him and have mercy on his damned soul, because he is aware of the burden on his shoulders and he wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

And the only way to regain his purity is through suffering, through that physical pain that can purify both his body and soul, leaving him weak and miserable like a dazed sailor who lost his compass and cannot find the horizon.

"Purify my heart" he barely mutters, too exhausted "renew my mind" his forearms lost their grip on the rubbed wood of the kneeler forcing him to cling to it as strength slowly leaves his body. You watch him with an alarmed look on your face, worried about his state "and sanctify my body as Your temple."

A final statement spoken with a broken voice before Father Charlie immediately collapses on the wooden structure, visibly in a worn out state. Spurting blood stains his bare back, his eyelids squeeze trying to kill the pain of that one last whip that completely slashed his flesh.

You accidentally step back with your left foot, producing a nearly undetectable noise that forces you to lean your hand against the wall to keep balance in an attempt not to get caught. Too late.

Father Charlie turns around quickly, towards the door he previously left slightly ajar. His gloomy eyes meet yours even if shrouded in darkness. Your heart stops in your chest, becoming like a stone falling into a bottomless pit.

Shit.

a/n: part 2?

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Husband + Monster Reader

[18+, Talk of Nsfw but no outright smut, Spit Kink, Oral, Light Body Horror, Mentions of past Cannibalism, Reader is implied to be taller than Yan]

There are three things your husband would never ask for. Divorce. A homemade birthday cake. And, lastly, anything that would jeopardize his or your health. The rearmost point had its grey areas what with him sacrificing pieces of himself to accommodate your limited palate.

For him to request something from you loosely implies his assurance of its safety for you both-

"I've been thinking lately... It's actually been on my mind since the first time we did... things with each other."

Your husband bites at his lower lip, the thick panels of his glasses failing to hide his shame at even suggesting his mind's tempations to you.

"If it's not too trouble... Would it be out of the realm of possibility for you to... spit on it tonight?"

"Evan-"

Your husband is quick to cut you off, physically shrinking as he interrupts you. Your voice is the last he'd ever want to silence, but he needed to get through to you before the obvious concerns did.

"Hun, I know you're worried. No telling where I'd be now if I didn't have you to keep me safe. And that care you have for me is exactly why I want this."

He couldn't say he needed it. This had to be your choice above anything. Telling you the truth would only persuade you one way or another, and it'd kill him to be that selfish.

"I want you, Honey. All of you." A rising hand encourages you to accommodate your husband's smaller stature, leaning forward as he strokes a thumb over the barely visible line across your neck - the tongue that bleeds everything it touches of its essence hiding just beyond that slit.

Your throat bulges as it stirs, signifying your unease. Evan swiftly averts his eyes, clutching his this thighs together.

"If..." He chokes out, thoughts dwelling on that dense, inciting saliva of yours dripping off his most imitate areas. "If I wear a condom, it should be okay- It's just like when I used to wear gloves while I helped you brush your teeth."

He has a point- Far as either of you are aware, your saliva can only break down organic materials. That doesn't put him in the clear yet.

"What if it tears?"

"If I feel anything out of the ordinary I'll tell you immediately, and we stop to cuddle and watch tv."

"And how much spit do you want from me?"

Evan feigns a coughing fit. He was all for indulging in his twisted fantasies if you were on board with him, but saying them aloud is where things became tricky. "I was thinking you could to lay it on as thick as you can. Make sure I can feel the warmth and the... wetness through the protection. It'd be great if you could use your t-tongue a little too. I've always dreamt of what it'd feel like to have it wrapped around me."

"....You are a perverted man, Evan."

Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he utters a small. "I know, but it's why you love me, right?"

Hope beaming from his lovestruck eyes, you squeeze his shoulder as you pass by. "I'll be upstairs when you're ready."

[yandere-writer-momo]

Hi I really LOVE your works literally so much😭, I just wanted to request, it may be weird, what about a witch reader who has social anxiety or just don't interacts with people, so when she would feel lonely she would bring her daily objects to life for company and turn them back into normal again, but one day one object manages to hide so reader isn't able to turn him back, and this object just feel absolute devotion to reader, bcs reader quite literally owns him

I haven’t really done a request in forever, but I absolutely adore this idea! Adore adore adore. Thank you so much, anon ❤️❤️

Yandere Head Canon: Prized Posession

Yandere Gargoyle x Fem Witch Reader

TW: Yandere content. You should know by now the content I write

You were often lonely in your cabin tucked away deep in the mountains. Your only living company was the animals that lived in the forest. Life was easier this way.

Humans terrified you due to their unpredictable and chaotic behavior. You appeared human for the most part, but you were a witch. And you never knew if they burn you at the stake if they found out, so you decided to live as far away from civilization as possible.

It did not help that you were incredibly, socially anxious, so you’d likely hiccup and reveal your identity anyways. So you decided stay in this forest in this old, abandoned gothic manor for the rest of your days.

You often wondered if the old master of this house with some kind of nobleman or maybe even a vampire. Regardless, this place was yours, and you could do with it whatever you pleased.

Yet, you were lonely. Painfully lonely. So you often used your magic to re-animate objects around your house for company.

It started off innocently. You would bring the teapot and the tea cups to life and they would be a happy little family as I talk with you about their mundane lives. You never realized how objects can hold memories… each object sharing memories with you until you ultimately returned them to their original form.

You began to grow bolder and bolder with the objects you brought to life until you finally stumbled across to gargoyle above the front door. It’s monstrous form crouched, menacingly above the manor to keep trespassers away. It’s large bat like wings spread out intimidatingly.

You decided to bring him to life. Your eyes widened when he flew down to stand before you. He was almost 7 feet tall and pure muscle. He was somewhat humanoid, but still obviously a monster. He stood on two legs his fingers and toes had sharp talons. His face elongated into the snout of a vampire bat.

His voice was deep, masculine, and gravely, like he had been a smoker for most of his life. Yet the gargoyle was very polite.

Out of all of the objects you brought to life, the gargoyle was the best company. He reminded you of those gentlemen written in romance novels with his manners and patient demeanor. It was only his monstrous appearance that startled you.

He would sit with you and stare at you with those piercing gray eyes, almost as if he was studying you like a specimen. He would hang on your every word, as if you were the most interesting creature in the world.

You weren’t used to such attention, especially not from the opposite gender. Yet he always made you feel special. Like a lady…

He would pull your chair out for you before he poured your tea, and then he would sweeten it exactly the way you preferred. You were both flattered and a bit frightened with how much knowledge he had of your habits…

The gargoyle would also dance with you under the moonlight, his hands were cold stone. Sometimes his hand would sneak around your waist and he’d pull you closer like you were his lover. A chuckle would always escape his lips when you’d gasp.

“ I want a name.” He whispered in your ear as he sat beside you as you read a book next to him in your study,

“A name?” You softly asked him. “Hmm… what about Grim?”

His face turned up into the slightest of smiles. His clawed hand took yours.

“Grim… my name is Grim.” He planted a kiss on the back of your hand. A shiver rolled up your spine from how cold he was. 

Since that day, Grim wouldn’t let you turn him back into a lifeless gargoyle. He would hide from you every time they broke.

“You’ll be lonely during the day if you don’t have somebody.” He would insist. Yet you couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled in your gut that something wasn’t right with him. Why was Grim so insistent on being by your side? Weren’t gargoyles always meant to be silent watchers over the home?

Sometimes, when you wake up from sleep, he would look through your spell books. Yet he didn’t even feel shame when you caught him. He would just give you that signature ghost of a smile as he held the book close to his chest.

“Good morning, mistress. I’m just studying these pages to see if I can find something to further deepen our bond.”

You hated confrontation, so you didn’t correct his behavior. A mistake that would haunt you.

A week later, and he became more and more animated. It began to scare you since he was no longer cold to the touch like a sculpture… no. He was warm like a body. He felt like a living creature.

You gulped when you felt a pulse. He wasn’t supposed to have one of those… this is why your instructors back in a day always warned you to never leave an object alive for too long. Objects could learn sentence and eventually become their own being… and now you had the full attention of a century old gargoyle. One that would never let you go.

He began to spin your body around in the daily waltz you always danced with him. His snout borrowed into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent greedily.

“I’m so happy I can finally smell your sweet scent, mistress. I was so lonely for a century in this manor. But you brought me to life. You listen to me and talk with me… I want to always be with you. Please… won’t you be mine as I am yours?”

You felt his bat like wings pull your body closer to his as he pressed his lips to the top of your head like a lover would. “I wish to be your one and only, mistress. I want to be your prize possession and you be mine. So won’t you stay with me?”

You sighed and wrapped your arms around him. It was not as if you had a choice. You had a responsibility now, and it was to keep this creature content. Even if you had to be his prized possession.

[monstersholygrail]

Hello there, can I request a dub-con ghost (like an entity) smut? 🥹

(It's absolutely okay if you can't or don't want to 🫶🏽)

This ended up being dub-con for them both and I think that’s hilarious.

When you bought this genie lamp off of that shady vendor, you were sure there had to be something inside of it. He was extremely adamant about you not touching it until after purchase. You were always curious before but now it was downright suspicious. There had to be an actual genie inside.

The minute you got home you were practically tears apart the protective wrapper around the lamp. Inhaling shakily with anticipation you begin to rub at the lamp, brows furrowing when nothing happens. So you keep going, create a tight friction between your hands and the lamp. As the metal grows hotter you figure it’s just your furious rubbing. But moments later when steam shoots out from the spout, you cry out loudly, dropping the lamp and stumbling back onto the ground.

For a second you wait, expecting a genie to appear. But when a translucent Spector removes itself from the belly of the lamp instead of its tip, your brows furrow. The ghost groans loudly, a shiver running through its… body. He rolls his neck and although it makes no sound you see his form grow looser.

A chill spreads through the air, or at least that’s what you tell yourself as the moment your eyes meet his heated ones, a full-body shiver runs through you. His eyes ignite with lust as he looks over your body all splayed out on the ground and ready for him.

“Thanks for helping me rub one out. Let me give you something in return.”

Before you can scramble away in fear or say a word the ghost is on you and your clothes are flying off of you as if whisked away by the wind. You cry out as you can feel the sensation of his touch, his fingers sinking deep inside your wet fat cunt. You have no idea when or how you got so soaked but it makes the ghost grin wickedly, looking beyond satisfied.

“You get turned on from rubbing a lamp, sweetheart? Or was it that you were really jerking my cock that’s got you all drenched for me?” He asks, condescension dripping from his tone as your slick makes a mess of his fingers. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, forcing you to acknowledge who’s going this to you.

You wanna scream, you wanna refuse his words and make him stop. This isn’t what you were expecting out of this lamp. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good. The sensation of his thick fingers fucking into with abandon, curling inside you at just the right spot, and making you see stars.

A part of you knows you should stop this. Stop him. But it’s almost like you can’t as your body sags all the way onto the floor. You feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure, the pressure in your belly growing the more he pumps his way inside you, far deeper than any human fingers could ever reach.

Your back arches off the ground unnaturally, body warping as if possessed when your orgasm crashes into you. A fierce shriek forcefully rips its way out of your throat as the pleasure courses through you like a tidal wave, breaking eye-contact as you throw your head back. The sensation continues to build, growing so overwhelming that for a moment your vision flashes white and you reach a plane you’ve never gone to before.

When your climax slowly begins to ebb, you can feel your release pooling beneath you and you know you’ve just cum harder than you ever have in your life. The ghost’s dark chuckles have your attention snapping back to him and your eyes widen to see him sucking your essence off his fingers.

“That was fun, kitten. Jerk me off again if you ever wanna go another round,” he says, so casually and nonchalantly you can’t help but gape at him.

Then without waiting for a response you watch as he moves back into the lamp. The silence that follows stretches on painfully. Your limp body still quivering with aftershocks and your labored breath the only sound in the room.

When you feel like you can finally stand on your own trembling legs, you slowly make your way over to the lamp. Hesitantly picking it up. Not sure what might trigger him to come out again. You think about returning it or maybe throwing it away so he can be trapped in the lamp forever.

But the more you think about what to do with it, the more your pussy starts to tingle again. Your body remembering what just happened much more pleasantly than your brain.

Perhaps you need to keep it for a little while longer. Just to figure out what to do with him, of course. Who knows, he may still have some use…

[wheatnoodle]

eddie goes up to dustin in the boathouse after they’ve delivered his snacks. just grabs him by the backpack and tugs him to the side.

“woah- what?” dustin stumbles, pushing eddie’s hands off him before he fully trips and falls.

“seriously? this is who you brought to help? red and bucks, sure, but harrington? really? king steve?” eddie hisses into his ear, shooting wide eyes around the room to ensure they aren’t being listened in on.

“uh, yeah, really. he kills monsters,” and dustin scoffs like it’s obvious before he’s dragging them both back to the group.

and eddie thinks the kid’s just talking out of his ass until they’re in the upside down and he WITNESSES IT and he needs a cigarette right now-

there’s just…bodies left in steve’s path, anything that dares to come near them. and at the end, after steve’s had his insides turned into outsides and kept on fighting, he somehow manages to CARRY EDDIE???? OUT THROUGH THE GATE????

months later and eddie tells his cc boys that him and steve are dating. gareth kinda pulls back, eyebrows drawn together and confusion all over his face.

“steve harrington? i mean, really?” says it like it’s something to be embarrassed by.

and eddie just smirks, sucks on his cigarette.

“yeah really. he kills monsters.”

[davinawritings]

can you do a really bratty cat hybrid bf that's very clingy but is the WORST behaved kitty ever? x

Warnings: none? Mentions of punishment maybe?

Cat Hybrid boyfriend who is super clingy and wants to be touching you 24/7. He loves to lay on top of you and nuzzle his face into your neck while you stroke his soft fur. He often keeps his tail wrapped around some part of your body, needing to feel connected to you in some way. As long as he is touching you, he tends to be pretty content, sitting calmly and giving soft purrs when you shower him with affection.

There are times when you don’t let him spend his day wrapped around you, mostly when you are in your home office working. When you don’t let him cling to you, he becomes an absolute menace. He craves your attention and affection, so denying him that causes him to be a complete brat.

You will be sitting in your office trying to work when you hear a crash down the hallway. Walking into the kitchen, you see him slowly knocking over the clean dishes, watching as they shatter on the floor. 

As he slowly pushes another towards the edge, you ask, “What are you doing?”. He doesn't even bother replying; he just holds eye contact as he shoves the dish towards the edge. You narrow your eyes at him, but he just glares back at you.

“Don't you dare break another dish,” you say, keeping your voice stern. He raises one eyebrow at you before shoving the dish off the counter. You watch as it quickly shatters to pieces, joining the fate of the several other pieces of glassware that now decorate the kitchen floor. 

As you watch his hand reach for another dish, you say, “Fine. You can sit with me in my office, but you need to behave. I need to finish up and submit my project for work, and I cannot have you being a distraction”. 

He quickly steps over the broken glass, making his way to you and wrapping himself around your body, purring in your ear and placing soft kisses up and down your neck. You return to your office, your boyfriend following you eagerly. You place yourself back in your chair while he wraps himself around your right leg, his tail moving to wrap securely around your ankle. 

You roll your eyes as he purrs in delight. “I have about another hour of work ahead of me, and if I were you, I would take that time to rest. I have no intentions of letting your behavior go unpunished, my love. If you’re going to act like a brat, I’m going to fuck you like one”. 

You smile as he gives a slight whine. At least there's one upside to putting up with his bad behavior.

🖤❤️💕💕❤️🖤

[irisinluv]

Yandere Demon

They were supposed to steal your soul. Haunt you for a bit, feast on your fear, and then when your terror was at its peak, consume your very being. It’s an easy enough job. They’ve done it countless times. So imagine their surprise when their routine gets disrupted.

You’re washing your face at the sink, eyes closed as you massage your skin, splashing water onto your face as you lean over the basin. The demon is behind you, lined up perfectly so when you inevitably stand up, you’ll catch just a glimpse of them before they disappear. You’re bent over the sink, pausing as the water fills your cupped hands. You splash the water into your face to rinse the soap. They watch and wait for you to finish and straighten…. you pause as your hands fill with water, you splash it in your face. You pause as your hands fill with water… and you land a swift back kick towards them, whirling around with a viscous cry, teeth barred as water droplets fling from your still damp skin, fluffy cat ear headband not detracting from the terror the demon feels as their victim hurls a toothbrush holder at their head.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU PERVERT!”

They’re so shocked and frightened that it takes them getting whacked in the temple with a curling wand to remember that they can dematerialize.

You pant as you frantically look around for where the intruder may have gone. You’d caught a glimpse of them behind you while bent over the sink. Just able to see part of their legs in your upside down vision. You acted on instinct, fight or flight kicked in…. Literally kicked.

The demon, now invisible, yet still shrinking back, expecting another blow, watches in shock as you dial 911 to report a “masked intruder”…. They’re a being of darkness? An old god? Not some mortal in a Halloween mask!

They’ll show you just how terrifying they can be.

Needless to say…. The demon is now YOUR demon, and they’re putting off processing the raging hard on that appeared after you attacked them.

[2-dsimp]

question stemming from the Temothy milking post:

If it takes that long to get pre jizz out to get to actual 'milk', when you have sex would he just fill you with pre jizz before you even get anywhere??? LMAOOO

...but also, that's kinda scary, how filled would darling be by the time he's done? would he even pull out before sleeping? does he even sleep???? i looked it up (pls dont ask) and bulls' heat can last between 12-24 HOURS?????

ummm I love temothy but umm *eyeing the door* I'm gonna just- *runs*

MDNI NSFW bull hybrid x fem reader, cum inflation, cockwarming, knotting, heat cycle, cock warming, creampie,

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Imagine a big hand pushing down gently upon your distended belly full of pre seminal fluids. Your stud gulped audibly, from seeing the milky stream bubbling out from your gaping cunt. “You’re doing so good, deep breaths until you’re emptied out okay? I need to make room inside that cute belly for my actual seed.” He’d coo softly, lapping at the his own precum lining up your slit relishing the taste of your mixed juices.

After your tummy was flat and primed to take his giant bull cock once more. Temothy slid his imposing meat deep inside your folds. His fat tip French kissing your abused cervix. Swollen balls slapping meanly upon your clit. Gripping tenderly at your love handles, his hips would slam harshly against the your rounded asscheeks. Impatient to nut inside you.

With a body racking shudder, your assistant is mooing. Every pulse from his veiny shaft. Meant another torrent of heavy cream filling up your womb like a gas tank. The poor stud cummed his brains out so hard that he passed out in ecstasy. Leaving you stranded on his still hard length, forcing you to be his honorary cum rag. Having you dutifully soak up his uncontrollable spurts of semen throughout the night.

[digitalbvnny]

orc!bf with really sensitive tusks, as is normal for his race of orc. everything going well and normal when, to be a tease, and you lick a stripe up the sensitive bone like structure. it makes your orc lover recoil, shudder in desperation.

“remember this the next time you wanna pull that,” he'd huff roughly in your ear as he pins you to the nearest surface, in this case the couch.

he's ripping your clothes to literalt shreds, theowing them haphazardly in the backrgound of whatever room you were previously hanging out in. he gives no preparation as he lines his monster cock up with your hole, only enveloping your lips as a distraction to the harsh stretch. he's fucking you roughly, his mind drowning in endorphins from the high he got from your tongue. If you weren't blind with pleasure, you might've giggled about it.

[erajunex]

Here’s a sneak peek from my upcoming Father Charlie Mayhew x priestshousekeeper!reader one shot.

➡️ read the entire work here.

18+ content below the cut MDNI.

You were supposed to go, but you couldn't move. You didn't want to.

For the first time in your whole yet short life, you heard it. That voice. The voice of temptation.

You kept staring at him with bated breath, hoping that that show would last forever.

"Ah, fuck..." he groaned and you shuddered.

A shiver went straight to your core and you immediately felt the urge to clench your thighs together and hold back that unusual tickle you had never experienced in such a strong way before.

But it wasn't enough.

Forgive me, Father... you thought. Your cheeks reddened with shame as the last piece of reason faded away from you at the exact moment your right hand went straight under the cloth of your sundress, and just as if it had been guided by a dark and sinister force it sneaked between your legs, right in your cotton panties.

For I have sinned.

English is not my first language, I’m currently translating this from Italian so please be kind with me, i’m sorry for any inaccuracies😭🙏🏼 Leave a comment or lemme know if you wanna be added to the tag-list!

xx

[heartfullofleeches]

Sea Creature Reader is moved to a petting exhibit during the grace period right before their heats when they are most docile - the calm before the approaching storm. They sit quietly in their barred cage, chittering softly and sucking up the attention and treats guests and caretakers shower them with. Staff is instructed to immediately return them to their tank when they show signs of arousal, but how are they supposed to resists when their sweet baby guides their hands lower and looks up at them pleading with those big wet eyes. Sea Creature Reader uses all the vocabulary they've managed to pick up during attempts to teach them human language and general conversations as they cry out to anyone would will listen-

"...Hug.... Want.... Hurts... Open... Please.."

Their loyal caretakers are quick to unlock their cell and pull them into their arms come to find the "hug" the monster wanted involves dragging them into their cage and breeding them well past closing hours. Their caretaker babbles on about taking proper care of reader and their young, but the creature could hardly care less about their rambles as the sound of slapping skin all but drowns them out. Their caretaker proudly shows off their bite and claw marks to jealous coworkers the next day while the creature howls for more release they're sure to find sooner than later

[blues-stories]

Following up from My previous post with The Mafia x Lawyer MC AU, here’s my thoughts on Zayne

Mobster Zayne is definitely focusing his business on pharmaceuticals, and after getting his card in Catch 22, I can confirm this man would be scary as FUCK.

(It’s low-key kinda hot tho)

- I can imagine you meet Zayne whilst doing some digging on case where the accused was allegedly smuggling drugs and other Pharmaceuticals, prompting you to find a location that you camp out at and are waiting to snap some pictures of the alleged smugglers.

- imagine MC camped out on the roof of a nearby building, camera in hand as she snaps shots of shifty people moving in crates after crates of drugs and illegal products, only to see Zayne: The well known owner of several medical facilities and hospitals in Linkon city.

- MC who managed to get a really good photo of him ordering people around literally shits a brick when suddenly those green and hazel eyes stare DIRECTLY at the camera as she snaps another shot.

MC: “I’m in danger.😀”

- Cue to a few days later when MC gets a call requesting her services in an upcoming lawsuit against one of Linkons Hospitals and requests to meet up. MC shows up to the hospital AND GUESS WHO SHE’S meeting?

Zayne.

“You must be Y/N…It’s great to finally put a face to the name…And Camera.”

…Yeah, you’re definitely screwed…