#monster fuqqer

[monstersflashlight]

Magic dick

A/N: It's been a while since I posted something non-request or commissioned, so here. Also, what’s more romantic than a glory hole?

Non-identified monster x fem!reader || glory hole, free use (kinda?), oral sex, dirty talk

Ending Valentine’s Day on a monster club isn’t what you were expecting, but definitely welcomed. The dance floor is great, and you talked and almost humped a couple monsters. You are keyed up and ready to ask one of them to bring you home for the night, but when your friend asks for a bathroom break, you follow her.

That’s when you see it.

There’s a door at the back, a black door with only one sign in the front that says “Let a magic dick decide your destiny”. You turn to your friend with a smile, she’s already shaking her head.

“No,” she cuts your overexcited self. "Let's go, come on," your friend says, pulling you away from the door. But you dig your heels on the floor.

"Dude, come on! It says Let a magic dick decide your destiny. We need to try it!" You know it’s very unlikely she would say yes, but you want to. You want to end your Valentine’s on a high note, and what a better note than a monster dick.

"I don't wanna try a magic dick," she says, almost exasperated.

You look at her, clasping your hands and begging her: "But I do! Come on, pleaseee!" You try to sound as annoying as possible.

"Ugh, okay, I'll wait here. Go in, have fun, if you aren't out in 30 min I'm coming in, though." She rests her back against the wall and takes her phone out, dismissing your very happy-self.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you say as you kiss her cheek loudly and open the door.

Your excitement and anticipation can’t barely keep up with the instant joy that fills your insides. You don’t have time to process why do you feel like that, though.

At the other side there’s a colorful wall with all kinds of genitals painted in pastel colors: human, monster, alien, robot… There’s so many and in so many shapes and colors that it looks almost cozy, like something you could see in a Monstagram post or something. But you don’t focus on that for very long, because in the middle of all of that, there are three holes… and one of them is occupied.

It’s in a pretty combination of purple and green, and it has ridges under the tip, forming almost a crown that looks like it could drive you into oblivion if they rubbed against your G-spot. You lick your lips, your mouth salivating at the idea of tasting him. You don’t know what kind of monster he is, but you can almost picture him with his head thrown back and maybe… maybe horns. Yeah, you’d like if he had horns.

You approach slowly, measuring your steps so he’s at least surprised when you touch him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He starts cursing as soon as you wrap your hands around his shaft.

You aren’t expecting such strong reaction, but it ignites something inside of you that drives you a bit insane with desire. You always preferred partners that were vocal, and the monster on the other side of the wall definitely is.

He’s so big, bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen before, and it’s making you all kinds of hot and bothered. “Hi there, I hope you don’t mind if I help myself here,” you tell the monster, not expecting him to say anything else, but being surprised when he does.

“Are you... who are you?” He sounds choked out, almost as if he’s holding back already and you have only touched him.

“A human,” you simply say, amusement clear in your voice. You don’t know much about glory hole etiquette, but asking for somebody’s identity is probably not it.

He takes a deep breath, sniffing the air audibly. “You smell… Fuck, you smell so good.” He groans, as if your smell is good enough to give him pleasure. His dick twitches in your hand, and well… Maybe your arousal is clear to him? You aren’t sure, but you don’t really mind it, you want to suck his cock and get out of there.

You chuckle, not the first time somebody said that to you tonight. “You can smell me from there?” You ask back, spitting on his dick and using it as lube as he whimpers pitifully.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” You go faster, your hands working in tandem over his shaft as he bulks against the thin wall.

The sounds he’s making are desperate, and you can feel your pussy tingling as you fall to your knees in front of the hole. You think about saying something, but you end up just leaning forward and taking his tip on your mouth, your tongue softly touching the ridges at the crown until he’s begging you to take him deeper, to move faster, until he’s crying so loud you are sure even the people on the dance floor can hear him. But you don’t even care about it.

You only care about the dick in your mouth and the pathetic sounds he’s making, bulking against the wall as if he’s trying to get as far as possible down your throat. But he can’t. You have all the power, and that excites you. That drives your desire higher and higher until you are drenched and your clit is mirroring the pulses of your heartbeat.

“You are great. Fuck. You are doing perfect. You are perfect. Such a pretty mouth, such good tongue over my shaft. Holy fuck…” He’s chanting all kinds of nonsense, but you don’t answer, too busy swallowing around the shaft in your mouth. You hum a response, making the monster groan very loudly. “Goddess, darling, that feels so good…” His voice breaks in another groan, one that makes your insides twitch and your free hand travels down.

You rub your clit over your panties, thanking the universe for wearing the cute little dress that allows you to touch yourself easily. “Are you touching yourself? Fuck, that’s so hot! Get yourself there, darling, please.” You don’t even question how he knows, but knowing he’s aware of your hand in your panties makes you swallow around him, groaning around his shaft. “Finger that pretty pussy for me. Make yourself come with my dick in your mouth.” His words are exhilarating, you’ve never been with somebody who didn’t make dirty talk sound corny, but good damn it if he isn’t helping you out with that dirty mouth.

You do as he says, rubbing your clit at the same time you jerk him off, your mouth too little to take all of him, not even half. He doesn’t seem to care, cursing and screaming for the Goddess as you drive him crazy with your mouth and hand. You push two fingers inside your welcoming pussy, rubbing the heel of your hand against your clit.

The combined sensation between your hand and the cock in your mouth is enough to make your eyes roll back into your head, the symphony of your mixed moans ascending you to heaven. Your back and knees hurt, but you don’t care, you can’t care. You are so close. So, so close…

“I’m… I’m coming. Goddess, fuck. Holy fuck. Come with me, darling, please, let me smell your orgasm…” His words mean nothing, but they are enough to drive you over the edge.

You clench around your fingers at the same time he screams and your throat is filled with his seed. He tastes sweet, almost like pie (the joke in there isn’t missed). You hum around his shaft until he’s begging and crying out, pulling back as you smile and run your tongue over your lips, catching the last drops of his release. You lick your own fingers as you get up, humming happily and sated.

“Wait there,” he grunts across the wall, the dick disappearing completely as you wipe your mouth and get your dress down.

You chuckle, walking to the door and opening to find your friend looking over your shoulder. You turn around just in time to see a very big, very scary purple and green monster barreling down the hallway, dick still wet and hanging out his open pants.

Turns out the magic dick could predict who would be your soulmate, and nobody was expecting for you to be the mate of the dick in question… Not even him.

[davinawritings]

Monster Boyfriend With Clumsy Reader Drabble

Monster Boyfriend x Super Clumsy Reader.

Monster Boyfriend is a prime example of agility, strength, and coordination. You, however… possess none of those qualities.

Most days, Monster Boyfriend threatens to buy you a plastic bubble to keep you safe. He has literally watched you trip going up the stairs multiple times. He didn’t even know someone could fall up until he met you.

He also does not trust you in the kitchen. He’s shocked the house is still standing with the fires you have caused. At this point, he’s pretty sure you could make boiling water catch fire.

He has also learned to keep sharp objects up high and fully secured. You bump into everything and anything. He also recently decided to invest in bruise cream because of how much you go through. 

He absolutely adores you, but you definitely give him anxiety with how clumsy you are. He only feels truly calm when he has you in his lap because he knows you can’t get into any trouble that way. Eventually, you get bored and want to get up and move around; that’s usually when he fucks you dumb to tire you out, spending the rest of the day just napping and cockwarming him. Honestly, the cockwarming is just for your safety at this point.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Your naga boyfriend has a weird kink. He loves when you're at the public pool with only a few adults around you. He loves getting you into the water and cornering you somewhere close enough to other humans, enough for his adrenaline to warm up his cold blood. Then he dives and twists himself around you. He can stay underwater for a long time and you cannot. Especially since you will start breathing quicker and quicker as he pushes away your swimsuit bottoms and starts licking your pussy. You can't move or get out, his heavy body trapping you underwater, and you can only pray for other people not to hear or see your blushing face. When he gets particularly evil, he will push the tip of one of his cocks inside you while the other will rub against your clit. All you can do then is silence your orgasm or pretend you are having an extremely fun time at the pool.

[finnsterus]

Ghost boyfriend, you two were dating before he died and one night a couple days after his death you were sleeping and heard a loud noise in the kitchen, when you went to check what it was you didnt see anything. This happened almost every day for a while before you finally saw it, at first just glimpses of a figure standing in a room looking at you, it would just stand there staring. You didnt think it was harmful so you never did anything to prevent or get rid of it. Eventually instead of just staring at you from afar on the couch it would start inching closer and closer, trying to be slick. You would giggle at its attempts of stealth.

One day you walked into the kitchen and paused in your tracks, the sun was beaming brightly in the room, illuminating your lovers pale and translucent face. You two stared at eachother for a long time. Eventually you found it in you to step closer and try to touch him, your hand passing right through him, being enveloped in the cold grey matter. You sighed dissapointed before he reached up and you felt a ghost of a touch against your cheek. You found out through a game of charades that he had to learn how to make himself visible and touch things, and that he doesnt know why but he is stuck there (not that he midnds at all.) it took a minute to get there but eventually you two did build a sort of routine, he was very well off and left his inheritance to you so you dont have to worry about a job and he loves it because hence gets to spend all his endless time with you.

Eventually he is able to learn how to actually touch you, the first time he does you break down sobbing, missing his touch. He makes more and more progress every day and eventually your able to give him your first hug in months.

Now the fun part, sex with a ghost is very strange. Did you know they can spit and cum? Not their actual spit and cum though, its some sort of sticky gooey substance that takes some getting used to.

The first time your lover goes down on you, you yelped at the cold sensation. He passes his tongue up your folds and slowly over your clit. You try to grab his hair but your hands just pass through him and he chuckles deeply into your cunt. Your frustrated whine immediately turns into a moan as he sticks a finger inside you and curls it just right, then continues his assault on your clit. His finger pumps in and out of you at an annoyingly slow pace, you whine and he adds another finger, scissoring them inside of you, you gasp and arch your back. After a while of this you cum all over his face and hands and watch as he cleans up your sloppy pussy, slowly licking all around it, licking your chubby thighs and then going up your chubby tummy. He rests his head on your stomache and stares at you lovingly with a half-visible face. As much as you want to return the favor you two still havent quite figured out how to get you to touch him, a hug is one thing, but holding on long enough to cum just hasnt been accomplished yet. So for now, you settle on letting him stand over you and your sticky thighs, petting your hair silently as you are lulled into a gentle sleep.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Your werewolf hubby's knot won't seem to go down no matter what you do, so now it's up to the monster doctor to walk you through different ideas in his office... Perhaps he breaks a few rules and joins in halfway through. Don't worry, he's a doctor and he knows what's best. ;)

Kabr0z Writes Episode 48: Medical Attention

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

I also decided to revisit Professor Blaidd from the Debt trilogy

CWs: Medical malpractice (kinda); double penetration; knotting; creampie; dubcon, but not from the person you're expecting;

A/N: This one may wind up more comedy than pornography... We'll see how it shakes out, I guess!

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Try it, they said. You'll have fun, they said. Well, you tried it, and you just wished when you bought that packet of little blue pills you'd read the label more carefully. Maybe then you'd have spotted where it said "not intended for lupines" before getting your brains fucked out and winding up tied together.

You don't mind it, per se, but you're naked, leaking, and have been stuck holding onto the front of your lover for the last hour. Every time you move he whimpers as you push his sensitive cock around in you, god knows what'll happen if you sneeze.

A knock at the door. Owain's here. He was the best man at your wedding, the devious arsehole who ensured your husband spent the subsequent morning taped to a streetlamp, and by remarkable good fortune happened to be a licensed physician specialising in lupine care.

"Well, Mr. Blaidd" you gestured to the door "Company's here"

Your lover smiled, "I suppose, Mrs. Blaidd, we'd better answer the door." He stood up, wincing as your weight pushed his knot another inch into you "Normally I'd be masked in this situation" he muttered under his breath. You stifled a laugh, but your belly still shook a little, making him grab the wall and growl.

He backed up to the closed door and you turned the handle with an outstretched foot so if it wasn't your friend, all they'd see is your husband's back rather than a full show of his cock lodged in you. Thankfully, it was Owain there, the wiry grey wolfman laughing at your predicament

"Rhys you old dog, got a predicament have we?"

He slapped your husband on the back, jostling you both. You gasped a little as the cock buried in you twitched again and a little fluid leaked out of you.

"Yes, you bastard, we've been stuck like this for an hour" Blaidd growled softly as he shook his friend's hand before leading him in to the sitting room, still disturbed from your earlier lovemaking.

"So, how long have you been..." Owain mimed an erect penis

"About two hours?"

You laughed "About one and a half"

"Ok, so the danger zone for a lupine starts around six, so as long as he's out and deflated by then, you're golden"

You looked at your husband. He looked at you. You both looked at Owain.

"We'd like a little sooner?"

Owain laughed, visibly searching his memory "Easiest way would be to make a little cut and... Drain the organ"

Blaidd went pale

"But that's a last-resort. We could always try... Hmm. Worth a shot" Owain got up and left the room, returning a moment later holding one hand in another before holding it to Blaidd's muzzle.

Blaidd sniffed, then gasped, then sneezed hard. The cock stuck in you was forced upwards, you gasped as a little more fluid leaked from it, joining the half-gallon it felt like you were carrying already.

Owain looked at you both, stroking his chin "You know, normally I'm treating the opposite problem... I bet I know what would work, but it's not altogether... Ethical..?"

You looked at each other again, then back at the other wolf in the room

"You want to fuck me up the ass?"

The two wolves stared at you. Then at each other. "He's been eyeing me since he walked in, have you not noticed?"

Blaidd coughed, reaching behind his head in the way he does when he's not willing to admit something. Owain was desperately trying to avoid eye contact, but the growing bulge in his pants told you everything you needed to know

You sighed at your husband "It's not the first time we've shared, is it?" Then, to Owain "There's lube under your seat"

The doctor didn't need telling twice. Stripping his lower half and grabbing the bottle from under the armchair he was on. He's already hard, slathering the cool lube on his cock and your hole only made him more excited. Already panting into your ear, he lined himself up, precum bubbling onto your ass.

He pushed in, your tight hole stretching for him. It didn't hurt, you're well prepared and slick, but the sensation of two cocks in you at once made you gasp.

He isn't shy any more. Thrusting and grasping at your hips. You can feel his cock rubbing against the thick knot already in you, making Blaidd gasp and groan as the sensitive organ is frotted against.

You moan and your cunt clenches, the two thick cocks driving into you bringing you off. Your fingers brush your clit, hurling you over the edge as your heart races. Blaidd groans as your cunt milks him to another aching orgasm inside you, right as Owain knots your asshole.

You're locked in. Your husband on one side, his best friend on the other, and both of them sealed into your holes, emptying their balls into you.

You're no less stuck than you were before, but the two big wolves are so furry, so soft, you reckon it's probably fine.

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Yeah, this was more farcical than titillating, but hey, overstimming your werewolf husband while his performance-enhanced knot is stuck in you by getting anal from his best friend is one hell of a plot.

Either way, tomorrow's episode is another TF extravaganza, with even more questionable medical ethics

[momolady]

Butch the Grim Reaper: All Parts

Nonbinary Reader x Male MonsterMute Reader - Slasher Aesthetic - Horror Movie Vibes - Time Travel Romance - Cowboy Music Word Count - 9716(TW contains horror elements, blood, a gun, and my attempts at comedy. Read with caution) This story is complete! No links, no tricks Also, this is extremely special to me. And I can’t imagine a better time to share it with all of you than Halloween! I have been so excited and chomping at the bit to share Butch with all of you, it’s one of my all time favorites.

One:

I can’t die, and that really sucks. It’s like having an itch you can’t scratch. It’s annoying beyond all reason. Sometimes it’s painful. Other times you can’t think. Being unable to die is like being bitten by a mosquito who grants wishes. Doesn’t matter how good it is, it’s still annoying.

I’m not sure when it started or why it’s even lasting. I’ve been shuffling along this mortal coil, hoping to find ways to end this torment. Perhaps at the end of the world it will only be the cockroaches, Cher, and me. But for now, it’s me and the rest of the world, rat race and all.

I remember that song my grandpa used to listen to. He’d play it over and over, annoying everyone in the house. Well, everyone except me. It was about a cowboy out herding cattle when he saw this band of riders who warned him about hell. I used to sit and listen to it with grandpa on loop, picturing the cowboy, the spectral riders, and what they meant by hell. I was fascinated by it, the imagery of the song and its lesson. I never truly understood what it meant. Even when my mom yelled at my dad in the hospital beyond grandpa’s bed how that ‘old moron is going to hell.’ 

While they fought, I hid under grandpa’s bed, humming that old song to comfort him and myself. It never occurred to me my parents didn’t know I was hiding, not until they got home anyways. So I was there as the nurses turned the light out and the world became this melodic quiet filled with breaths and beeping.

Outside, I heard the old church bells ring at midnight. I opened my eyes, staring out across the dimly lit room. I lifted my head, hearing something strange amongst the quiet drone of the hospital. It was footsteps, heavy ones. Along with them was a slight jingle.

Stomp! Clink.

Stomp! Clink

Stomp! Clink.

A red glow caught the corner of my eye. Standing in the doorway was a figure, tall, strong, and wearing black cowboy boots with spurs. 

Stomp! Clink. Stomp! Clink.

The figure walked into the room, illuminating my grandpa’s hospital room with the red glow emanating from their body. 

“Let’s see here,” said a man’s deep voice. He picked up grandpa’s chart and hummed to himself. “Yup. Got the right room.” He set the chart down with a clatter. “Okay, hoss, time to get up and go.” 

I saw a hand come down to his side, reaching towards his boot. The hand was thin, and wide, but mainly, it was mainly bone.

I gasped and the figure stopped. The hand reached up, grabbing the side of the bed as he knelt down to peer down under the hospital bed. Red glow met my eyes and I found I could no longer breathe, let alone speak.

“Looky here,” a low southern drawl greeted me.

Everything locked up in my chest. My pulse, my breath. My voice. It all snuggled tight into a box.

“Funny. I ain’t ever been seen before. Must be special,” he said with a low chuckle. The bony hand reached out, patting the top of my head. “Nothing to worry about here, pardner. Just doing my job.”

I stared hard at those red glows.

He chuckled. “You know this fella?”

I nodded.

“Well, shame,” he murmured. His head tilted one way then the other. “Youngin’ ain’t ye? Well, double shame. Sorry about this, pardner. Cover your ears.” He stood back up, reaching for his boot again. From it he pulled a gun.

I didn’t cover my ears.

The red glow faded along with his footsteps.

Stomp! Clink. Stomp! Clink.

I didn’t come out from under the bed even as the beeping from grandpa’s monitor went monotone. When the nurse came I stayed under the bed. I was eventually found and pulled out, but I wasn’t the same.

Death came and shot my grandpa. 

I stopped speaking after that, and frustrated as they were, my parents sent me away. It was a camp for troubled youth. And, well, it was supposed to be for kids more troubled than me, I just couldn’t talk. So, to say the very least, I was out of my element.

Right away it was well known I stood out amongst everyone else. I was smaller, weaker. And oh yeah! I couldn’t talk, so I couldn’t stand up for myself or rat people out, not exactly anyways.

The camp was right beside a huge lake, right out in the middle of the woods. It was supposed to be therapeutic for us kids. Us oh so troubled kids. All people did was isolate a bunch of people who needed help, not nature. I needed counseling, better parents, other kids here needed medication, a stern hand. But yeah, nature.

One day I was locked in an old storage shed. Which was one of the weaker punishments I had been given. At least I was left alone, at least I wasn’t being cornered in the showers. It was dark though, very dark. Beyond the shed I could hear voices and laughter. It was movie night, and I could smell the popcorn. I loved popcorn.

I sighed heavily and just accepted my fate. When one of the adults came to get something from the shed in the morning I’d be found. I sat there, staring down through the darkness. Then I heard it.

Stomp! Clink. Stomp! Clink.

I stood back up, standing on a bucket to see outside. There was a red glow at the edge of the lake.

Stomp! Clink. 

It got closer, going towards the end of the dock. That’s when I saw him. The red glow hovered around him as he stared down into the lake. He wore a cowboy hat and a jacket with fringe flowing from the sleeves.

I stood on tiptoe, trying to see why he was standing at the edge of that dock. He looked up, almost towards me, but his red eyes went further. Voices approached from beside the shed.

“-just for a while.” A guy said.

“Ugh, it smells like shit down there,” a girl said.

It was two of my main aggressors, Alex and Alex. Yes, they both had the same name, and they had tag teamed together out of some weird narcissistic bond. Boy Alex was feeling up Girl Alex as they walked past me. His hand was on her butt while she was eating popcorn. They were heading towards the dock.

Death in his western regalia stepped aside, letting them go to the foot of the dock. Boy Alex was whispering to Girl Alex, and the next thing I saw was them taking off their clothes.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Girl Alex said. She went in to kiss Boy Alex, but he instead shoved her into the water. He stood there laughing, dick wagging as he stood over the dock.

Girl Alex never came up.

“Come on! You’re faking it!” He leaned over. “Alex?”

She jumped out of the water and grabbed him, pulling him by his hair into the water with a wild shriek. 

Death shot Boy Alex. He was pulled out of the lake in the morning. Girl Alex got out of the lake without him and never said a word. 

But before all that, I was still watching from the shed. Death came towards it, opening the shed and looking down at me as I approached.

“Got your back, pardner.” He winked at me and gave me finger guns.

I couldn’t say anything, so I nodded at him.

He extended his hand. “The name is Butch!” Tassels hung from the side of his glove as well. “Put ‘er there.”

I took Butch’s hand, shaking it, but he grabbed hold of me, squeezing me tight in a way that made me warm inside. Made me feel safe. 

“Like I said,” he whispered. “I’ve got your back.” There was a tone to his voice, a softness and care that was different from my grandpa. There was more to it, more that my young, fragile mind couldn’t understand. Butch gave my hand an extra squeeze, and then and there I knew I didn’t want him to go. But he had to, so I let go. 

He turned, walking away from me. Stomp! Clink. Stomp! Clink.

I tried to follow him, but as I headed towards the lake I saw Girl Alex rise up out of the water. She looked angry, beyond pissed. Our eyes locked and for a moment it was silent. She roared at me, screaming like a monster. So I ran.

Like I said, Boy Alex was pulled out of the lake in the morning and everyone was sent home.

I was instead sent away to a school for special needs kids. Where the kids were kind, but the adults were cruel. I wound up taking on a role of protector rather than victim. Well, both I suppose. I don’t want to get too much into my time at the school. The damage was done. Let’s move on.

I was sent back to that camp, a few years after it was shut down it was reopened. I guess enough parents complained they didn’t have a ‘good setting’ for their kids. I was older then, just a month away from being eighteen. 

I thought it would be different. 

But no. Girl Alex had been hired on as one of the counselors. From then on, my life became a nightmare.

Girl Alex was a success story. She turned her life around when Boy Alex was discovered dead in the lake. She was wonderful. She was beautiful. She was kind.

You know where this was going. The girl was a monster, plain and simple. Always was, always would be. But now she had power, she had authority. Which, for a monster, is not a good thing to have.

At first I thought she never remembered me. Surely she remembered the night at the lake, but maybe she didn’t realize I was the one she roared at. Things were calm and quiet, camp seemed to be okay.

But that was all a cover. Girl Alex was just waiting. It wasn’t until the Monday after camp started that things changed. Something was wrong, supplies were low, or a generator was busted, I can’t remember. So a group of counselors left to go into town. They’d be back the next day. Girl Alex was left in charge.

It was dubbed the Cruel Monday. By the time the other counselors returned, there was not much they could do. The camp was torched, bloodied, and no survivors were found. At least, not at first.

They found Girl Alex’s mask near the lake where I had ripped it off. She was somewhere at the bottom of the lake. I’m sure they found her when they drained it some years later.  Meanwhile, I was attached to her, held on by a rope with cement blocks. She’d got caught in her own trap.

“Geez, pardner. Look what they’ve gotten you into.” I shouldn’t have been able to hear that, but I did. I shouldn't have been alive at all, lord knows I wasn’t breathing. I was pulled from the lake and laid out on the shore opposite of the dock.

“This isn’t fair,” Butch whispered. He sat beside me, a piece of long, dried grass sticking out of his dark face where a mouth would be.

I was staring up at the sky, watching smoke flow into the abyss above me. There was no sky, it was a vortex, spiraling and pulling at me. Butch kept his hand upon my chest though and it kept me from rising. I saw people in the vortex, no, souls. I saw Girl Alex clawing at the edges, using large teeth to keep herself in place.

“You can’t go yet,” he voice called me back and I turned my head to look at him. He looked lost in thought, deeply troubled. “I don’t want you to go.”

I opened my mouth to try and say something, but a shout covered me. “Over here! I found someone!”

Butch’s hand slid lazily from my chest as someone picked me up. I reached for him, but his trouble remained painted in his glowing red eyes. I was carried away, taken to the hospital where I was treated. My inability to speak labeled me as an unreliable witness, an idiot as my dad called me, so the massacre of Cruel Monday was never solved. 

Being the lone survivor of an unsolved massacre at least gave me cushion when I turned eighteen. Without my parents I could agree to interviews, I could be studied, given money to appear at true crime conventions. I doubt my story would be believed, and part of me didn’t want Girl Alex to receive the credit, so I made up the Monday Ripper. 

Books. Movies. A TV show. Various and endless podcasts all told the story, or some facsimile to the Monday Ripper. And I was the final survivor.

Of course, my parents tried crawling back. My dad’s health was suffering and, oh no, they didn’t have the money. But guess who did? Me! For once, I had the upper hand.

“Monday Ripper,” my dad bemoaned from his bed. I had agreed to give my parents money, but under the stipulation I had control. Dad was in the same shitty nursing home they left grandma, the place that killed her. I didn’t allow mom to visit. He never let her visit me wherever they sent me anyways.

I looked at my dad, knowing exactly what he was going to say. I sat beside him some days, hoping to hear a thank you or something from him.

“You should have died that day. Things would have made sense then,” he said between wheezing breaths of oxygen.

Oh, how wonderful modern medicine was. Without that oxygen tank, why, he wouldn’t be able to breathe. Next step would be a ventilator. 

“You were never supposed to exist-” he started coughing hard, and something on his monitor began to beep. One of the nurses should have been alerted and came, but they didn’t. Exactly why he was here.

I was about to lean over his bed when I heard footsteps approaching. 

Stomp! Clink.

Stomp! Clink.

Butch’s hand rested on my shoulder. Oh! I knew he would come. I stretched out my hand, placing it upon the valve of the oxygen tank. I looked my father in the eyes as Butch’s hand squeezed tighter upon my shoulder.

“Do it, pardner.” His voice was so deep in my ear. My skin tingled from my ear down to my spine. I took a shuddering breath and twisted the valve closed.

Death shot my father.

I turned, looking Butch in the eye. He tilted his hat to me. “Long time no see, pardner. I know you’ve been looking for me.”

I nodded, holding my breath in my chest.

“Don’t worry,” he winked at me. “I’ve been keeping an eye out for you.” He slipped his fingers under my chin, his thumb pressed to my lips. “You worry me, kiddo.”

What did he mean? He sounded like he was talking about something I should already know.

He sighed softly. “Can’t stay too long.” He motioned behind me. “These little meetings, they gotta be brief. Understand?”

No, I thought. I looked back into his eyes. Why was he always there when I needed him the most? After Grandpa died, he had appeared at all these strange times in my life. When I should have died, when I shouldn’t have existed.

“I’ll be back. Can’t say when, but, yeah,” Butch chuckled. “I’ll see you around, pardner.” He walked away, fading behind a large nurse who looked annoyed that my dad was dead.

“It’s so strange,” my mom said the day after his funeral. She was washing dishes, looking outside at the yard. “Not having him around.”

You can say it’s nice mom, I understand. 

She turned and looked back at me, her brow knitted together. “Is that why you chose that nursing home?”

I just looked at her and shrugged.

“I wish you could talk. It’s weird.” She went back to washing dishes. “Wonder if we’ll get any more free food today.”

I went back to my room to continue writing. Sequels to reboots simply don’t write themselves. I don’t know why I’m allowed to write movies, it feels wrong.

At one of the conventions, I had met a fan and we had got to talking. Layla would message me all the time, and I’ll admit, I got attached to hearing from her. Occasionally we would meet, share a hotel room and do stuff normal adults would do. 

“You can tell me,” she whispered under the sheets one night. “You know who did it right? The Monday Ripper?”

I laid there staring into Layla’s eyes. I would be speechless even if I could talk.

She rose up slightly, tenting the sheet with her head. “Tell me. I can keep a secret.”

She knew I didn’t talk, why was she asking me now?

Layla began to get on top of me and straddled me. Her hands slid up my chest towards my neck. “I’ve always admired you, you know? I wish I had the guts to do it sometimes.”

Did she think I was the Ripper?

Her hands clutched around my throat. “It would be so exciting. Tell me about it. Please. All of it.”

I grabbed her wrist and pushed her hands back.

Laughing, Layla tossed her head back. “Let’s do it together! A real reboot.” She leaned down as if to kiss me. I escaped her, leaving the confines of the sheet. Of course I attract the crazies. I’m used to that much. But she put on such a good front. 

I began getting dressed. Meanwhile, Layla got off the bed, the sheet still draped around her like she was a ghost. “I’m serious!” She replied.

I grabbed my things, leaving money for the cleaning staff on the TV. I then opened the door to leave.

“Don’t go!” Layla screamed.

I went. I even started to pick up speed.

I heard footsteps behind me, chasing me down the hall. But they weren’t the ones I longed to hear. 

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Rapid succession of tiny feet as Layla ran down the hall to get me. The naked girl was still clad like a ghost in a sheet. Her arm rose up under the sheet, extended a knife towards me. She got it into my shoulder.

I won’t get into the gory details, it’s boring for me to talk about. But I had managed to get to the stairwell, locking Layla out from getting to me again. I slumped against the door, breathing what I feared might be my last breath.

I thought about what my dad had said, how I should have never existed. Boy. Was I feeling that right now. All the times I could have died, probably should have died. It felt like the universe was out to get me for escaping it.

Stomp! Clink. Stomp! Clink.

He’s here! I forced myself to open my eyes, seeing Butch come up the stairs towards me, gun drawn.

Oh good, I thought. Finally.

I held my hand out towards him.

“Welp, this certainly is a mess.” He checked his gun, spinning the barrel before pointing his gun at me. “Won’t be much longer there.” He closed one eye to aim.

My breath shuddered as my hand extended to him. “Butch…” It was the first thing I had ever said since I was little.

Hesitating, Butch’s eyes widened as he looked at me. “What did you say?”

“I love you!” Layla’s hysterical scream ripped through the stairwell.

Butch turned around, terrified by the sudden intrusion and shot Layla. She fell backwards, tumbling down the stairs until she reached a landing. Her naked body was splayed out against the white sheet, stained red by her blood and mine. Exactly what she wanted.

“Fucking hell!” Butch stared down the stairs at her. “Well, today is your lucky day. I only had the one bullet.” He looked back at me. I was still reaching for him, all my strength going towards that motion.

Kneeling down before me, Butch took hold of my hand. “It’s weird enough you can see me. But you said my name.”

Was this the same Butch I had seen so many times?

“I’ll stay here till you're found. It’s the least I can do.” He held my hand fast in his. “Strange. Have we met?”

I nodded weakly.

“I see then,” he breathed. “Well, pardner, I’m sorry I forgot your lovely face.”

This wasn’t the same Butch I had seen several times before. But he would be. That much I could feel. Don’t ask me to explain the feeling, I just knew.

Before I knew it, I was everywhere again. Not only had I survived the Monday Ripper, but now I survived a psycho fan. How lucky was I to survive so much. Someone must have wanted to keep me alive.

Yes. Someone did want to keep me alive.

Two:

It came as no surprise to me that my former camp was bought and opened up as a sort of resort, museum, reenactment theater. People would actually pay to stay the night there and act in a sort of mystery dinner party fashion. They didn’t do the story I survived, no they said that would be tasteless. They created a new story, but the Monday Ripper was still the killer. 

I was invited to join on the anniversary of the actual event. It felt crass to me, but I joined anyway. I had nothing better to do. So I signed books, posters, etc until the main event. Everyone seemed to be excited, meanwhile all I could do was look at that lake. I was surprised they filled it back in, it seemed like a bad idea. Kids died there, you know?

“What was it like?” A young man asked me as we went towards the dining hall. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t talk but uhm…I always figured you gave a watered down version of your experience. I mean, I always tell the soft version of my dad,” he laughed nervously.

I glanced at him and took a deep sigh. I signed to him. “My killer is gone. Don’t go easy on yours.” I walked away from him, diverting my path away from the dining hall and going to the lake.

I sat on the dock, looking down into the water as I remembered watching Boy Alex go under and never come back up. Girl Alex’s roar still haunted me, more than any of the things I had gone through.

Stomp! Clink.

I held my breath tight into my chest.

Stomp! Clink.

I turned back and looked up, seeing Butch standing there behind me. The lake turned red with his glow.

He sat down beside me, looking out over the lake. He pointed across the way to the shore where he had laid me. “That was when you should have died the first time,” he said gently. “But I stopped it.”

I looked at him, hoping he would turn his eyes to me. “Then, at the lake when that girl and boy tried to kill one another for fun, you would have been forgotten.” He pulled a knee up to his chest and held it. “Then I saw you in your grandfather’s room.”

I furrowed my brow at him. “That’s not the order things happened.”

He looked at me with a laugh. “Confused? Don’t be. Death exists everywhere and anywhere. Right now, I'm here with you, but I’m also on the other side of that lake with you as well, making sure you don’t die.”

I scooted closer to him, resting my head upon his shoulder.

“I won’t let you die, not yet anyways,” Butch whispered. “There are things I can’t tell you now. But just know pardner, I’m with you always. Everywhere and anywhere, all at once.”

It was then I decided that, no matter what, I was going to do what I could to see Butch again. If he really was everywhere and anywhere all at once, then he would be waiting on me to do something.

But if he’s here now, then there must be a reason he’s out here now.

I looked back towards the camp where everyone must be gathered in the dining hall now and waiting on me.

Butch sighs. “Yeah. I gotta get to work.” He stands up, smoothing out his jacket then holding up his gun. “I’m technically not supposed to be here. But eh, call me crazy.” His red eyes flick down to me as I gaze up at him. “Don’t worry,” he finger guns at me. “I’ll be back for you, pardner. You can bet your sweet ass on it.”

Whatever that meant.

He went back up the dock and vanished into shadows. I went back to looking at the lake, gazing down at the dark waters. 

Someone slipped and fell at the dinner party. They fell right onto one of the Monday Ripper props, and well, that’s all she wrote. The camp shut down, again, but probably not for long. Much like me, it can’t die. 

“Would you say you’re a bad luck charm?” The question came from a crowd, from a face I couldn’t see due to stage lights.

I was taken aback by the question. Not because it was offensive, oh no, I’ve heard far worse in my day. Moreso, I was impressed by it, and the fact it had taken someone so long to figure it out. Hell, even I hadn’t thought of that.

The question and answer segment was part of a documentary filmed about me. It was a sort of indie project created by fans of the Monday Massacre story who wanted to get the true inside scoop on me and what became of me after the massacre. 

I’ll admit the documentary was done extremely well, using clips and bits from my own personal collection, plus from those affected by the many tragedies that followed me. It should have been obvious from the body count in my wake that I was a ‘bad luck charm’.

“Interesting theory,” I signed and my interpreter spoke. “Shall we put it to the test?” Laughter rippled through the crowd, but in all honesty, I did want to test that theory. I wanted to see Butch again.

“I would say luck is an uncommon force surrounding our little survivor here,” the director of the documentary suddenly perked up.

I glanced his way, and noticed a slight smile on his lips. I could tell he had been holding this in for a while. 

“The luck they have is very good, but that same luck doesn’t rub off on others the same way. Almost like God is using all the luck in the area to keep them alive.” He laughed, the crowd laughed, but he had no idea how his answer was more than likely correct. By all accounts I should have died decades ago when I was young. I should have died several times by now. But Butch has defied the odds, has defied the powers that be, just for me.

That’s when I knew for certain I was not affected by death. I couldn’t die.

By this point I was used to being in the spotlight, so when the documentary became an underground hit I was ready for what was to come. Luckily, the makers of the film got their due. They deserved it, they worked hard and made me into some believable folk hero.

“I don’t know if there is much left for them to go through,” the director said in an interview I was watching. “A massacre, an attempted murder, geez, all they’ve been through. It’s amazing really. But I don’t think much else will happen to them at this point. They’ve learned to traverse this world in such a way, they won’t come across much more danger.”

I hope he’s wrong. Sweet guy, but he doesn’t know the complete story. I never told him that bit. Well, if he knew where I was now he’d think differently. I was chained up inside my old cabin at the camp.

Yes, that camp. 

Apparently, Girl Alex was never really dead. Who knew? I thought she’d been dredged up as a bloated mass from the bottom of the lake. But I was wrong. She’d suffered amnesia until she saw my documentary, now she’s back from the grave and who knows what else to seek her revenge on me. Cool I guess

Girl Alex tapped the TV screen with her knife. “Why didn’t you tell them? Huh?” She came towards me, looking like an unhinged soccer mom. Which she was now, apparently. Amnesia had been good for her. Too bad it didn’t last.

I had my hands chained up, what the hell did she expect me to say?

Lunging at me, Girl Alex snarled in my face. “About me?” She tilted her head to the side and giggled. “I was the Monday Ripper. You knew that! You saw me.” She placed the point of the knife against my temple. “Why didn’t you tell them?”

I’ve already mentioned she didn’t deserve the notoriety. Victims of serial killers get dick-all attention compared to the killers. That was the fate she deserved unlike her victims.

Her blonde bob swayed as she pulled away from me, turning off the television set by stabbing through it with the knife. She turned back to me, taking in deep, slow, purposeful breaths. 

Ah, I can tell she does yoga from that breathing.

She waves her hands down her face. “Deescalate, don’t hyperventilate.”

I bet she uses essential oils.

“Seeing your stupid, blank face again brought it all back you know.” She sounded perky, cheery even. “My daughter simply insisted we go watch that documentary. She loves the Monday Massacre films, you know?” She grinned at me. “Little does she know it’s Mommy! Little did I know,” she cackled.

Please, don’t monologue. Anything but the monologue. 

To my surprise she lunged at me, carving that knife into me like I was the crust on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Oh no, excuse me, one of her kids must have an allergy, so a sunflower seed butter and jelly sandwich. 

Glaring into my eyes, Girl Alex looked at me, prim, proper, completely fucking batshit crazy. Aside from some blood on her face, she looked like anyone. She pulled the knife back and stabbed it down into the bunkbed post. 

“Stay there,” she murmured. She gathered up my clothes. “I just have to burn these, then I’m gonna put you back into that lake where you belong.” Her voice was sing-songy.

She was creative once. Maybe years of motherhood have dulled her edges. Or it was the amnesia and brain damage, who knows? Well, I certainly never expected this, so good on her for surprising me again. 

The shock was wearing off and the pain from her slicing and dicing into me was setting in. I could barely catch a breath the way she had my arms chained up. It hurt, it hurt bad. Maybe she had a point. If the lake didn’t kill me the bacteria in it infecting these wounds would.

Why am I being sarcastic now? What’s the point? My dad must be laughing at me. His shoulders shaking, arm crossed against his ribs as the guttural, deep laugh rose up from the pits of hell.

Girl Alex stepped back into the room, wearing her Monday Ripper outfit. The mask was mass produced, the outfit was probably from Gap. “Do you know how many of these I bought?” She grasped hold of her face through the mask. “Never once realizing it was me? I couldn’t stomach watching the movies.” She strutted towards me. “All I knew was that my kids and husband loved them. Maybe that’s why they loved me so much.” She tried pulling the knife from the bedpost but was having a hell of a time.

“I’ve got a real nice rock to hold you down with. You won’t be escaping that lake again anytime soon.”

I really wish I knew how she did that in the first place.

Girl Alex gave up on pulling out the knife and squatted down before me. “Hope the follow up documentary does me justice.” She slapped me, hard, across the face then stood up to try and remove the knife she embedded in the wooden post.

Stomp! Clink.

Holy shit, no way.

Stomp! Clink.

“Moterfucker!” Girl Alex snarled as she tried to yank out the knife. “What the fuck is holding this piece of shit!”

Stomp! Clink.

I closed my eyes and relaxed. Butch was here.

The knife wiggled and Girl Alex laughed. She yanked again, dislodging it a bit more. She laughed in triumph as she pulled it out.

Bang!

She stumbled, tripped backwards. Waving her arms in the air she tried to hold herself up. Instead, she fell, the back of her head colliding with the corner of the dresser the television set sat upon. She fell onto the knife too for good measure.

I opened my eyes and watched as Butch stood there in the doorway. He was watching Girl Alex on the ground for a moment before he stepped into the room.

“We have got to stop meeting like this, pardner.” He swooped into the room, kneeling down before me. He made quick work of the rope and picked me up, laying me down on the bunk bed. He opened my clothes, looking underneath at Girl Alex’s art piece.

“Dammit pardner.” He touched my face, holding it gently. He leaned down, placing his lips upon mine. Oh, how lovely. I couldn’t have asked for a better, more romantic moment than this.

Of course I’m joking, I’m bleeding out.

Or maybe not. Much like Snow White, I suddenly felt better because of a kiss. I didn’t feel so weak, so gross. I looked down, seeing that Girl Alex’s pumpkin carving was gone. Just dried blood remained.

I sat up, smoothing my palm down my chest.

“Much better.” Butch took off his jacket and draped it around me. “Now, let's take care of this mess, if you don’t mind.” He motioned to Girl Alex dead on the floor.

We drug Girl Alex out to the lake, tying her to the rock she had intended for me. How funny it would end up this way all over again? I never expected this. I gazed up into the sky, seeing the moon was full and beautiful.

“Ready pardner?” Butch picked up the large rock.

I nodded.

Butch chucked the rock into the lake, aiming for the middle. The rock pulled yanking on Girl Alex’s legs and dragging her along the shore then…plop. Into the lake she went. 

“Lots of memories at this place, ain’t there pardner?” Butch chuckled.

I tackled him. I kissed him, hungry and wanting to devour him. He grasped onto the ground, gasping for a breath as I stole each one he had. His hands grabbed hold of me and I’m not sure which way he’s gonna move me. There was a softness to his face, that the shadows under his hat were a smooth, cool flesh. Shadow flesh. I straddled his hips, looking down at him as I pinned him to the ground.

Butch relaxed upon the ground, his hands going up my hips. “Gonna ride a cowboy, eh pardner?”

God he’s stupid, I love him. 

I leaned down to kiss him again as something poked into my thigh. Perfect. I kissed down his chest, his shadow flesh curled up along my face. I kissed further, opening his chaps up and laying aside his massive belt buckle. A dark shaft came up from inside, it curved and shadows licked off the tip. I took Butch into my mouth, sucking him generously as his moans and sighs came out rather loudly. I was surprised. But his low voice just made them sound all the better.

I had been waiting for this moment for so long, I wanted to do all I could to him.

The air was cold, clinging to my body as I pushed him down into the damp earth near the lake. His eyes were glowing bright, illuminating me, us, together in that place. The water lapped at the shore, followed by my deep breaths. Inside me I could imagine him as raging fire, reigniting the light inside of me for the first time in decades.

I let out my voice, a moan here, a grunt there. I had to still for a moment, breathing out thick clouds in the cold airå as I looked down at him.

Butch reached up, touching my face and brushing away my thick hair. “I remember the first time I saw you,” he muttered.

It took me aback at first.

“Sitting there in that stairwell, bloodied, cold-” his voice drifted and a tremor clutched his throat. “You said my name.”

It was his first time seeing me, but it had been one of many for me.

“I wanted to know you. Why you knew me.” His palm pressed to my cheek, sliding so I could kiss the center. The shadows were soft, the bones were as close to his soul as I could find.

A soft, low chuckle escaped his lips. “I pissed off a lot of people loving you, pardner.”

My eyes widened and I lifted up my head, staring down at him as the chill wrapped more around my naked body. Did he say what I think he said? My mind reeled, but it was also the calmest it had ever been.

“Butch,” my voice crackled.

A smile came through his eyes, and another gentle laugh rippled from his throat. “When death comes for you, it will be an army that I will have to fight off.”

Tears came to my eyes.

“But I’ll do it.” He closed one eye, raising his finger gun to me. “Bang, bang.”

That’s so stupid. I laid over, kissing him passionately and starting the motions again. I didn’t want him to leave me, ever. I wanted him inside me. This idiotic desperado with his finger guns and fringe, he’s mine, only mine. And he’s taking on the very nature of death for me, for some foolish reason.

“I can’t hold on much longer, pardner.” His voice was strained, not in a painful way, more like he was trying to desperately hold on. “You’re too good at this.”

I take pride in my work, but this is the greatest compliment I ever received. I wanted him undone and struggling. I wanted to suck the very breath from his bones. Well, if he breathed at all I mean. I cranked up my efforts to beyond ten, I was aching but pleased as I roughly shook him to his core. My core was awakening also. The flame from him was filling me, spreading to every nerve, every forgotten piece of myself.

“Fuck! Fuck!” He was holding onto me so tight, like he needed me to survive the storm I was bringing upon him. Good, he needed a life preserver apparently.

The only word I could think of was blossoming. I blossomed. All those years hiding under my dying grandfather’s bed hadn’t been for nothing.

Yippie-yi-o. Yippy-yi-yay.

I’m the ghost rider.

Butch didn’t move or speak for a long while. We laid there by the lake, staring up at the sky as my breath began to settle.

“Been many a moon since I felt that,” Butch whispered. He stretched out his arm, laying it over my belly. I place my hands over his. “Might be many more.”

Don’t say that! I turned my head to look at him, seeing his eyes focused upon me, a smile glistening inside. He didn’t want it to be long, but unfortunately, it would have to be.

Three:

With Girl Alex gone, my past was all but erased. No one from before existed anymore, and thus, it would seem like a fitting conclusion to the story. Wouldn’t it? But that is not how most stories end, not when they’re good like mine.

The camp was purchased, yet again, only this time it was bulldozed. Thank god. The lake was filled. An even bigger sign of relief. Now it was a prosperous little subdivision of tiny houses. Okay I guess. 

Any idea that it was the location of the Monday Massacre was heavily edited and a new storyline was pushed to see these adorable tiny houses. Nothing bad ever happened there, no sir, they promised. Everything was squeaky clean. No skeletons in any closet. Maybe in the ground. But certainly no one was to know that.

 I never even knew until a few years after its completion when I had the nerve to go and visit the lake. But to my surprise there was no lake at all. I simply stood at the spot where the lake had been. Now there were tiny houses covering it with pristine lawns, raised gardens, blah, blah, blah. 

I don’t know what I was feeling as I stood there. Disappointment? Relief? Anger? Really, I had no way to sort through them. It was strange. I was ready to lay things to rest, to put my past behind me and finally, fucking finally move forward. But I couldn’t? Or maybe it had been forced for me. Wow, I’ve gotten so good at processing shit that it’s like a computer error going off in my brain now.

“Looking for a home?” Someone with too big of a smile approached me.

I had a home, but what did she know? Idle chit chat was nothing I cared about, I simply knew how to do it. I nodded.

“Oh! My! Gosh! We have so much to sell! We’re building new lots everyday!” She motioned to the house before me, right where the dock would have been before. “This place is wonderful, isn’t it?”

Would’ve been better with a lake, I thought snidely to myself. But she probably would’ve popped a gasket had I said that. “Yeah it’s cute.”

“Oh! My! Gosh! Cute doesn’t even begin to describe it.” She grabbed me, triggering a response that made my blood run cold. “Let me show you!”

“So, I wasn’t aware of this property,” I muttered while trying fervidly to ignore her hand grabbing my arm. “What used to be here.”

“Oh! My! Gosh! It used to be this big property that belonged to this old man. Poor thing couldn’t maintain it anymore. It became so overgrown that even the poor little animals couldn’t live here!”

I don’t think this woman knows how nature works.

She dragged me inside. I was standing right where the dock would have ended. One more step and I would have been in the lake again. That dark, decayed water full of death. It had swallowed boy Alex and Girl Alex. Now, I was standing on top of them. If I went a little to the left, well, I was where Butch and I had been.

I didn’t hear what ‘Oh! My! Gosh!’ Was saying. I was too fascinated by where I was standing and what it meant. My heart was racing, my palms sweaty.

I bought the tiny house, not that I needed it or anything. More out of obligation and sense of respect to Girl Alex, Boy Alex, all those pulled under by the lake that was now filled in. I was the only one who knew of this resting place, of the history this land holds. Only I knew how much blood was spilled on this earth.

“We’re holding a Halloween decor competition,” a neighbor of the tiny house subdivision told me. “Best house wins a really awesome prize.” They seemed so excited about it. I found it hysterical. Halloween was on a Monday this year.

This place is either filled with old people trying to escape clutter, but still have too much money for their own good, as well as supposedly alt couples who prefer the color beige to educate their kids. I could be judgy, but I don’t get out much.

“Here! Look this over.” They handed me a flier that was decorated in so much halloween clipart I could feel design majors everywhere crying.

“You seem like a spooky one.” She said in a warbling tone to mimic a ghost.

I looked at her and her pristine beach waves, peasant dress, and turquoise jewelry. I’ve seen her a million times in different places.

I started signing to her and she looked scared for a moment.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize-” Her eyes were wide, watching my hands as I pulled them back from signing.

“It’s a Halloween contest!” She said loudly while doing exaggerated movements with her arms to get the point across.

I scowled at her. I didn’t talk, I could hear her just fine. I tapped my ear.

She gasped again. “Oh! I’m sorry I-” She stopped and took a deep breath. “I’M SO SORRY-”

I slammed the door in her face and turned my music way up. I watched her from between the shutters on the door. She looked mortified, then angry, then scoffed as another neighbor came by her. 

Holy shit Butch, where the hell are you when I need you the most?

I looked at the flier, after having kept it rather than shove it back at her. A Halloween contest to see who could have the best decor around their tiny house. Well, I knew some people in the production side of the movies. I bet I could show them a thing or two about spooky.

I never really cared for Halloween much. Then again, I never liked many holidays. I liked the food that came with them and that was about it. Halloween was always the time I was busiest anyways, what with meet and greets, conventions, book tours. People love my scary ass tales when it's October.

Anyways, friends I had made through the years came to my tiny house to give it the horror treatment. They were all too happy to show off their talents and turn my tiny house into a haunted house. In retrospect, I might have let them go a bit too far, as everyone else in the tiny subdivision were putting up things from Home Depot, Wal-mart, etc. There were a couple of giant skeletons, but it was all the work of dads with not much to do, or moms wanting to impress their kids, somehow. My house looked like it had risen up from the lake to come and torment all the other houses.

“That certainly is…unique!” A mom said to me.

“You can’t seriously think this is okay?” This old man had been yelling at me about anything and everything I did to my property. My flowers had been too colorful. My porch wasn’t painted enough. My doormat was too far from the door. So this fell on deaf ears.

A child who had been gawking with an open mouth and zero expression suddenly burst into absolute joyous squirming. “It’s so cool!” 

Ah good, the reactions I wanted. To be left alone and judged in silence.

“I know who you are.”

Not good! I bristled, turning cold from my chest to the tips of my fingers and toes. Please. I don’t want to be known. I barely want to be perceived.

The man who stood before me didn’t look like he fit into this tiny subdivision either. He was wearing cowboy boots and everything else was jeans. I just looked him up and down until his hands signed.

“Monday massacre.” He signed with a huge, smile on his overly tanned face.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

He held up his hands. “Hold on there,” he chuckled. “I’m a fan!”

I’ve had fans. My eyes remain firmly narrowed. 

Oh wait. I can actually talk to this guy. “I’ve had fans before,” I signed to him.

He shrugged. “I know. And I ain’t intending to be one of them. I’m just surprised to see you back here, that’s all.”

“You know where we are?” I said with my hands.

He smirked. “How can I not? My family used to own this place after all. Well, before I was ever a twinkle in my dad’s balls.”

Crap, that was funny.

He chuckled. “We sold it to the people who turned it into a camp, you see.” He leaned against my stair railing. “I used to spend summers with my grandparents in that old house across the road.”

I knew that house. I used to think it was abandoned by how much stuff piled up around it over the years.

“I’ve been fixing the place up, hoping to sell it too,” he sighed. 

“How bad was it?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Hoarders leave a challenge, I’ll give ya that. But for the time being, a tiny house ain’t so bad.” He nodded at me. “What about you?”

My eyes returned to their natural narrowed and judgemental state. “What about me?”

He places his hands upon his overly jeaned hips. “Why are ya here of all places again? Wouldn’t this be the exact place you’d wanna get away from?”

I shrugged at him and turned to go back inside.

“Name’s Billy.”

Of course it is, I think to myself as I close the door behind me.

Halloween came, and with it, the whole tiny subdivision gathered together to make sure the night was a success. They would be inviting people in to come trick or treat while also voting on the best decorations in the neighborhood.

I knew what I was about. I didn’t expect to win, I only decorated in order to get all the ‘community’ off my back. I also didn’t expect trick or treaters at my house of horrors but I still bought candy anyways. Maybe I am a bit of a dreamer, who knows?

I had been fooling around with Billy on and off through the month. His cowboyish nature did things to me, and like Butch said, who knows when we could be together again. Billy was a replacement, a toy hidden under the bed in a small box. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t need him, but he was fun to keep around for emergencies. 

“You ain’t in costume,” Billy said as he walked up my stairs. That overly tanned face of his was painted to look like a skeleton. Faker, I thought. You aren’t my cowboy.

I flicked my eyes to him. “Why would I be?” I took my bowl of candy and myself back inside. Billy followed behind me.

“I’m surprised to see you with candy.” He took a piece from the bowl and began to unwrap it.

I raised my hands again. “Do you really think you know me so well? Tell me what else you know about me?”

Billy popped the blue raspberry hard candy into his mouth, smudging the paint on his lips. “Why, I have the book on that,” he chuckled, inching closer towards me.

I swear to god, if this is another super fan situation, I’m going to-

“I don’t mean anything by it. I just, I dunno, I’m pretty reclusive my own self.” He leaned back, smiling out the window at the lights and line of kids coming up the road.

I watched him closely, he was relaxed.

He chuckled softly, gazing out into the distance. “You’ve been through enough to know your limits. I figured Halloween would be one of them.” He turned and smiled at me.

I shrugged. Maybe I was on high alert for nothing.

Billy leaned in, pressing a blue raspberry flavored kiss to my lips. Before I could respond, he gasped. I opened my eyes, seeing a look of terror on his face. He clutched his throat, gasping and choking for breath.

Oh shit! He was choking on blue raspberry! That was the least killer flavor! 

Billy looked at me, eyes bulging, face changing colors from bright red, to purple. Veins appeared and he was thrashing around, throwing himself against the walls.

I was surprised I couldn’t move. It was my grandfather’s hospital room all over again. I was frozen, trapped there unable to do anything. Billy came to me, weakly throwing himself at me and clawing down my body as he fell. Billy didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve to come into my wake.

Stomp! Clink.

This isn’t fair.

Stomp! Clink.

Why do I suck so bad? Why can’t I move?

Stomp! Clink.

I looked up into Butch’s red, glowing eyes as tears appeared.

“So that was you,” Butch murmured as he stared back at me. “The kid under the bed.” He took his gun out and held it in his palm. “I know that look from anywhere, pardner.” He wiped away the black paint from my lips.

I looked down at Billy on the ground.

Bang.

The restoration on his grandparent’s place was going well. The smell of fresh paint and wood was everywhere. Or at least, it had been. I tucked myself away up in the attic. Apparently, no one knew Billy owned this place, so it had been left alone all this time.

“It’ll be soon,” Butch whispered to me.

I took in a deep breath and sighed, standing up to join him at the window. I placed my hand over his, gazing into the red glow. He squeezed my hand tight.

“Death is pretty easy though,” he murmured to me. He turned to face me, taking both my hands in his. The glow from the window reminded me of an altar in a church. The stained glass illuminated over a couple as they made their vows.

“Life is hard, but it’s what makes death worthwhile,” he told me in a smooth, even voice. He clutched my hands tight, raising them up to kiss my knuckles. “But this death, oh, what a show it will be.”

“Butch,” I whispered.

He nodded, giving me a big grin. “This has been a wonderful journey, pardner. I followed you in this life, now, I’m going to follow you into the next.” He placed his gun into my palm.

“Guns ablazing,” he whispered.

I opened my mouth, my tongue unsure, my throat unused, but I sang like my grandfather used to sing to me. “'Cause they've got to ride forever, On that range up in the sky. On horses snorting fire. As they ride on, hear their cry.”

Butch chuckled, leaning in and kissing me. “Are those your final words?”

I shook my head. Despite my silence I had so much to say. You wouldn’t be able to keep me quiet if you tried.

I heard voices fill the house, door opened loudly, footsteps began rattling about as if they were on the walls and ceiling. The horde of death sent for me was finally coming. Butch had told me all about them. Every time I almost died, it was death coming for me. But everytime, another death stopped them. All those grim reapers sent after me, were now fighting to be the first to take me. I was a game, a prize. All these years alive had made me the bane of the underworld. I was a royal in a palace, with Butch as the dragon guarding me.

I couldn’t die, but that was because Butch wasn’t ready to let me go. I don’t blame him. Had our places been switched, I would have done the same thing. Well, maybe later on we will switch. Maybe we’ll stand side by side and not behind separate lines. Kids growing up. Playing cowboys. Riding on forever in that range up in the sky.

I stepped forward, aiming one of Butch’s gun to the door.

Stomp! Clink.

Butch aimed as well.

The door swelled and bucked as death came for me. They reached in with long, bony hands, screaming my name over and over again. I pulled back on the trigger, holding in my breath and steeling myself.

Click. Click.

Bang.

The sky above the lake was beautiful. There were so many stars, so much light in what should be endless darkness. I laid there, feeling the moist earth against my bare back. I rose up, seeing figures standing on the other side of the lake with all their backs turned towards me. I stood, watching them without saying a word.

I took a deep sigh and walked to the dock, going to the edge and looking down at the black depths. I saw stars there too, lighting up a vast, endless abyss that should have taken all light and killed it. 

There’s always hope, I told myself. There’s always Butch.

I stepped off the dock and sank into the deep waters. I fell down, going further and further until there were only stars above me again. A red glow lit up the area around me. 

“It’s okay, pardner.”

I smiled, closing my eyes and breathing in the lake. 

I smelled a campfire as I stirred. I opened my eyes to the red glow of it, and a vast horizon of endless stars before me. I sat up, looking into the fire. I guess it didn’t matter where I was or what I was doing. The death hoard tucked me somewhere. I reached towards the fire, seeing my hands were pale and my nails pitch black. I stared for a moment, seeing my bones begin to rise from the smoke of my skin.

Stomp! Clink.

I turned and looked up at Butch who was carrying a jug in one hand.

“Good morning, pardner.” He tossed a gun down into the dusty earth before me. He tilted his hat back, revealing more of his red eyes to me. “Today is just the beginning.”

I smiled and rose to be with him.

[lyonnerileyauthor]

hey if you ever want some really weird shit from me, I did this short story where a bone daddy comes to earth on Halloween night to claim his new queen and they do a wholesome little murder together.

he also fucks her with a magical jelly cock. yes, he still has a tongue, and he knows how to use it.

art by Rowan Woodcock

[ash-rigby]

TIME TO RANDOMIZE YOUR GENITALS

Based on this post. Reblog and tag what you got on the wheel! In the event this breaches containment; I'm a monsterfucker so be warned that a good chunk of these reflect that.

[beastsoulart]

The only ship dynamic that 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 🖤

Monster X Human

[rs-hawk]

You get a pet tentacle as a "gag gift" for your birthday. You have no idea why your friends thought the little mass with a tentacle would make you laugh, but it didn't. Of course though, you don't want to be mean to it, so you take it home, trying to make it comfortable. You don't understand that by taking it home, now it thinks you've chosen it as your mate.

Once you're asleep, it expands, filling your bedroom with all of its tentacles. The first one to reach you has a plant like appendage, which spritzes you with an aphrodisiac that will also help you properly incubate its eggs. You groan, wiping the droplets from your face. There's already a hot pulsing between your legs. Without thinking much about it, still being half asleep, you kick off your blanket, eager fingers rolling your clit and stuffing into your hole.

Your tentacle pet stops to watch you, excitement building within it. Its mate is putting on a show for it! You must really want it! After a few moments, it can't stand it anymore. Two more tentacles reach for you, attaching to your nipples. That's when you start to realize what's going on, but you're so desperate now for release and to be stuffed you're almost crying.

Its suckers suck and pull on your nipples, making you moan and whimper. More tentacles wrap around your arms, pulling your hands away from your dripping hole. You let out a tiny whine of protest. The tentacles spread your cunt wide, looking at you clench around nothing, your wetness soaking your bed. Its breeding tentacles pulsing already.

You start to whine and beg for it to fuck you, wiggling your hips as more tentacles restrain you, making sure you're secure. Finally, one starts sucking on your clit, making you cum almost instantly. Despite your finish, your cunt is still eager to be stuffed and filled.

"Please, please," you beg it, lifting your hips up slightly.

Your pet is more than happy to comply, stuffing a thick tentacle into your eager hole. A moan escapes from your lips, your eyes half lidded from pleasure. It thrusts in and out of you, slowly depositing eggs directly into your womb. It doesn't even matter to you as you feel the weight in your body. You just need the tentacles to keep pleasuring and fucking you.

[satansdirtiestangel]

Nsfw. Monster fucker mood again :)

Never come close to a demon in heat. Especially an Incubus. Just the smell of his sweat and hormones, the pure feral lust in the air is palpable. His dick struggles to remain in sizes that could be easily taken by a mortal, (by you). He’s shamelessly rutting up and against anything that has your scent on it. Your furniture, your bed, your clothes, which are all torn to shreds now as he fucks and fucks and fucks, eventually just rutting his monstrous cock into some fabric scraps in his hand, lube and precum flowing to the floor as his feral pants, trying to find the release he seeks.

He can’t control his body now, it stretches to the ceiling, his horns scratching holes in the tiles, his body so overgrown, the four arms barely able to grab his cock before it splits into two equally thick 18” long poles, filled and overflowing with his seed. His tail lashes around, trying to find anything that will ease his suffering. Anything that reminds him of your tight holes, your sinfully sweet voice, your adorably lewd behaviours. He needs you, but in his feral animalistic state, you both know that he'd ruin you far worse than anything before. And so he ruts, and ruts alone. He gets creative using his own insanely long tongue, wrapping around his cocks like a snake. And with one demonic groan he cums, rope after rope of thick, sticky seed. All wasted in his mind. Whimpering your name like a broken prayer. But it’s okay, he's not done. He still needs you, to fuck

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for anon

A/N: This is very niche kink, and I regret nothing. It’s okay to pass this one if you don’t think this is your jam, but you never know when you are going to unlock a new kink...

Cow cosplay

Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || hucow fantasy, kink discovery, degradation (lowkey), overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding

It all started as a joke.

You were watching a movie and he was jokingly teasing your nipples, making you giggle as he latched onto one of them as he pinched the other. You moaned between laughs, his fingers tickling your side. He was sucking so hard your panties were about to melt, but the amusement was in the air, so you didn’t think twice before joking about it.

“Ambrose, if you keep sucking like that, milk is going to come out.” The second the words were out of your mouth, he stopped. Completely. It was like he froze in place. You looked down and saw him carefully releasing your nipple, looking up at you with confusion. “What? What happened?” He was almost pale, like deer caught in headlights.

He looked away from you, putting your shirt down and staring at the TV, his head clearly very far away. “Nothing. Nothing… Let’s continue, you wanted to watch this movie.” His excuses were flimsy at best, and you started to feel worried that you said something wrong, your brain already spiraling.

“Are you okay?” You asked, anxiety raising inside your chest.

He turned to look at you and smiled softly, kissing your forehead. “Yes, yeah. I’m fine.” It made you feel better, but you still didn’t think he was telling the whole truth.

It took you three days to understand what made him react like that. He… He liked it. He liked that you said that. He liked the idea of him milking you. Of drinking your milk… Oh. Now so much more made sense. How he reacted when you first suggested getting a cow printed bikini, how he almost giggled and blushed when you wore those cow ears back during Halloween…

He had been into that all along, and you didn’t know.

You weren’t even sure he knew before that day. You discovered him a new kink! You tried not too be too smug about it, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading through your face, a new idea already forming.

You walked back into your room, trying not to step in any cat toys that the kittens had left around (which they usually did), and picked the bikini and a tiny apron you bought for… reasons. You tried them on and twirled a bit in front of the mirror, feeling yourself. And then you dig the cow ear headband from the bottom of your drawer, completing the look and making your inside twist in anticipation.

He was so going to love it.

You were pacing in the room, moving up and down trying to burn some of the anticipation inside of you. You even played with yourself for a bit, but decided against continuing on that path because you wanted Ambrose to be there to play with you.

So when you heard him opening the door and calling out for you, your heart skipped a beat. “Sunshine? Where are you?”

“In the room!” You screamed, trying not to let your nervousness and anticipation make your voice waver.

He walked into the room and stared at you with an open mouth. Literally open mouth. He was looking up and down your body over and over, like he was scanning every inch available to his eyes until he took his fill. But he wasn’t saying anything. He was staring, and staring, and staring… Until you started to fidget with the hem of your apron, self-conscious.

“I- I thought… I know you have a hucow kink and I thought we could explore it? You don’t like it?” You asked in a low tone, cursing yourself internally.

“What? Fuck. You look… Fuck. You look good enough to eat, sunshine. Fuck.” You giggled, reassured he not only liked your gift but he was cursing more than normal. More cursing meant he was less in control, and less in control always meant you were on for a great time.

He walked to you like a monster on a mission, stopping mere inches away from your body, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his skin. You were shivering on your feet, so ready to be debauched that you didn’t know how to act anymore.

But then he started talking and everything in your brain flew away. “You want to be my personal hucow? Is that it? Do you want to be my human pet and let me milk your precious tits until you are dry?” You whimpered pathetically, his hands finding your boobs and tearing the fabric over them. “Would you let me do that, sunshine? Would you let me suck your tits until they are leaking and then fuck you until you are so full of my come your stomach gets distended?” You groaned at the mental image he created.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please, Ambrose… Yes to all that.” As soon as your consent was there, he was lowering his body until he was on his knees in front of you, his head at tit level as he started to suck you like you were indeed going to produce milk if he sucked hard enough.

You threw your head back, screaming his name as your legs trembled under you. He pulled you up, throwing you on the bed and following shortly behind, not bothering taking off his clothes, his sole focus were your boobs.

“I’m going to make you produce milk. I’m going to make you my hucow,” he kept mumbling.

He kept sucking your nipples, playing with the barbells like his life depended on it. Your whole body was reacting to his ministrations, you felt like every cell in your body was attuned with his tongue on your boobs, his fingers pinching your free nipple until you were nothing but a mess of desperation and panting as he rutted his dick over your still clothed pussy.

You couldn’t stop begging, the combined sensation of his fingers and his mouth was the best kind of edging and you needed him. You needed him ASAP. “Please Ambrose. Pleaseeeeee. Fill me. I need you, please. I need you deep inside. Fuck your hucow, please.” The second the word hucow was out of your mouth, he was grunting like a desperate monster, pushing his hips into yours like he was about to burst his pants with the force of it.

He fumbled with his pants, ripping the fabric in half as he pushes your panties to the side…

And he was fully inside.

The spark of pain was nothing compared with the incredible pleasure that filled your senses as he rutted into you. You’d never heard him being that quiet during sex, he was always talking, always teasing, but it felt like he was more feral than ever. His thrusts were uncoordinated, and he kept grunting and moaning against your boobs, biting and sucking on your nipples, driving you insane with each pull.

It was like you were nothing but a toy, it was like he was using you like his personal hucow for real, and that drove you into a new dimension of pleasure. It felt degrading in the best way possible, degrading in a way that nothing ever felt before. Not even his words when he called you a whore or a slut, not even when he treated you like a pet and made you pee yourself…

Him holding onto you as he sucked your tits and rutted into your welcoming heat like you were nothing but a cow was making your insides twist and turn, your brain short circuiting as your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave that crashed onto your body until you were gasping for breath and screaming his name in the middle of it.

But he kept sucking, fucking in and out your pussy and not even caring that he wasn’t touching your clit. He was in another dimension completely, caring only about himself and his desires, using your body to fulfill his own fantasies. And it was driving you insane.

As insane as it felt his dick inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot as he pinched your nipple and sucked on the other, the combination of all sensations sending you into overstimulation, and short after into another orgasm that left your body shivering as he pulled away for long enough to scream your name as he spilled inside of you until you felt so full you could burst.

He pulled out and you felt the gush of come leaving your body, but short seconds later he was pushing back inside, his dick half hard as he latched onto your nipple once again. It was too much and not enough at the same time. It was exhilarating and maddening, and you loved it. You loved to be what he needed, you loved to be his hucow or his flashlight or whatever he wanted you to be.

By the time he got tired of filling you up and sucking your nipples, you felt sore all over, your body too tired after too many orgasms. You were breathless, trying to regain your normal heartbeat as he grunted and nuzzled your boobs.

“I love you more than life itself,” he whispered against your boobs, kissing your sore nipples until you were whimpering and trying to get away, just to draw you closer and suck on them again.

If he kept that up his fantasy might become reality...

[davinawritings]

How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat

Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging

- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.

- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.

- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.

- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.

- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.

- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.

- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.

Expanded Story For Demon Husband Can Be found Here And On Patreon

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[slightly-knot-insane]

Defeated Monster

tw noncon

There is nothing more empowering than riding your enemy's cock while he spits and curses you. But he is hard. For you. For your body. You can see it in his blood-shot eyes. He is tied down, beaten by you, completely covered in cuts and bruises. The big bad monster defeated.

"Accept I'm your mistress now. You are mine to do whatever I wish with. My slave."

You bite his swollen nipple one more time while bouncing up and down against his shaft. He is sweating, furiously trying to break his bonds. You laugh. All his efforts are futile - you made these chains just for him. They fit him perfectly just like his dick fills your hole completely, stretching you just right.

He is trying to suppress his moans. But his desire is throbbing inside your pussy, betraying him. You rock your hips back and forth, moaning in pleasure, gloating in your victory. He hates your guts but can't mask how much he enjoys being fucked by you.

Just before you are washed over by your orgasm, you stand up, sliding off his erection, and squirt all over him, shaking from pleasure. He snarls and tense, chains dangerously vibrating from his strength. You moan in ecstasy, rubbing your wet cunt, and his exposed cock twitches before spurting his hot seed all over your thighs that arched above it.

"Aaaaah fuck! Fuck!" He is furious, humiliated beyond words. His own body failed him.

You laugh, licking your own arousal from your fingers while his cum tickles your skin. "Don't worry - you'll get used to this, my pet."

[imtherain]

Woof

2 orc mates who absolutely obsess over you in the cutest ways.

Hair is a big part of their culture and taking care of eachothers hair is a very intimate thing, certain hair styles can indicate different things like your relationship status. You however, do not know this, you just think your orcs really like playing with your hair and you of course dont mind it because your hair always looks flawless and healthy.

When you first started dating them they competed for your attention, but on their own they came up with a truce, sometimes they share you and sometimes they are allowed to switch with you on certain things, like they take turns on who goes to the store with you or who showers with you (because only two can fit in that shower, especially cuz orcs are huge.) they do preffer doing most things together like cooking, cleaning, social activites, and of course anything involving the bed.

Their favorite way to lay (and only way they accept) is you sandwiched inbetween them on your giant bed. All your blankets have been nicely folded and put away in a closet considering your inbetween two giant furnaces who smother you in their sleep. Their Arms and legs wrapped around you, leaving little skin exposed to the cool air of your room. If you had a blanket over you too you would probably die of heat stroke.

Sometimes they snore and at first it drove you crazy but eventually it actually helped you sleep, like white noise. Their lungs are so big that when they snore the tone is a much deeper sound than a humans, making it less abrasive. You also kinda like the vibrations their chests make against your body, like a little massage.

Every morning you wake up to gentle hands carressing your hips and waist, lazy shapes being drawn over your chubby tummy. When you open your eyes you can always count on seeing 4 loving eyes staring lazily at your disheveled form, your previously neatly braided hair frizzy and lopsided and your eyes squinting from the sunlight that leaks through the blinds. They dont see any of that that though, they see the most beautiful woman with the perfect body and the perfect face and the perfect personality that they have the pleasure of calling theirs.

They do warship you in a way and in the beginning it does make you pretty uncomfortable because your not used to being treated so good, at first it just comes of as overbearing and overprotective, maybe even a little misogynistic. They insist on doing everything for you, wether its something like opening a door or going up stairs. The first time they swooped you up to carry you up the stairs you yelped and yelled at them to put you down, that was the saddest puppy eyes you have ever seen til this day. In time you did learn that it is part of their culture and “courting” ritual, that they only ever had good intentions and you eventually learned to love the princess treatment.

When you get to the stage of intimacy in your relationship you couldnt be happier. No other beings no matter how many there are could ever satisfy you better than them. They learn your body in and out, they know every freckle scar and weak spot. They focus so heavily on you they sometimes forget to even try to cum. They may bicker sometimes but when it comes to you and your body they wholy agree that the only right choice is to do whatever it takes to make you feel as good as they can and they have mastered working together on it. They work in complete synchronization, one working your sensitive clit and sucking your nipples while the other sucks on your neck, pumping his fingers in and out of you at the perfect speed, his fingers curled to hit just the right spot to drive you crazy. Something you really enjoy is how willing they are to explore new things either you, wether its a new position, a new toy, or a new fantasy. They will do anything to make their sweet girl feel good.

[kabr0ztrousers]

A mad scientist alien kidnapping a fem reader. He's obsessed with molding her into his ideal woman. He injects her in several places (like the nipples and clit) with two serums. One that will enlarge certain areas (breast, thighs, hips, nipples, and clit) and the other that increases her sensitivity on every part of her body.

Kabr0z Writes episode 49: Medical Science

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; dubcon; intox; transformation; alien abduction;

A/N: I was tempted to make this another Chitinid story, but who doesn't love the old-fashioned Roswell Gray alien

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The desert's cold at night. On reflection, leaving your broken down car and walking for miles down what you reckon was road was probably the wrong call. You looked up at the stars, more than you'd ever seen before, and tried to find your way...

Before remembering that you have no idea where you're going, or how to use the stars to get there.

You climbed a boulder to try and see where you needed to be, the level desert stretched on, featureless but for the occasional shrub or cactus. You sat, and wept. The pebbled ground soaked up your tears. You were lost in the desert, miles away from anyone else. You were going to die out here, food for the buzzards.

Something moving above you caught your eye. A silver disk, like a hubcap, sped silently towards you. It stopped far above you. A light shone down, and you began to float upwards. You could see for miles around now, your broken car looking tiny as the ground receded from you and the flying saucer came closer.

The threshold felt like plunging into a bath of icy water as you passed it into a brightly lit room surrounded by several grey aliens in bright orange jumpsuits, each pointing a gun at you.

It's amazing, if you'd been asked to describe an alien in a flying saucer holding a raygun, you'd picture one of these. Bulbous heads with huge eyes and no noses, perched upon small bodies, carrying chrome guns with that nostalgic '50s sleek look to them. You stifled a laugh, conscious of the several weapons trained on you as one prodded you in the back.

They frogmarched you to an adjacent room, where you allowed yourself to be pressed up against a wall. Restraints sprung from the mirror-smooth surface, locking around your wrists, ankles, and neck. The wall tilted into a table, and the guards left the room. The orange-clad aliens took out scissors and cut off your clothes, leaving you naked on the table

A new alien stepped in. This one was wearing white, with a surgical mask secured to its face. Wordlessly, it pulled a syringe out from under the table, tapping the tip as it pushed a drop of liquid out.

"What are you going to do to me?" You asked it, not sure if it understood

The alien stabbed the needle into your breast and shrieked "Science"

The effect was immediate, your tits growing rapidly, ballooning out on your chest. In an instant you went from a B to a G cup, the unfamiliar weight bearing down as the alien pulled out another pair of syringes and stuck them into your legs. You felt your bones grow and fat fill your thighs and hips, warping your body into an inhuman hourglass shape.

Another needle pierced your cunt, swelling the lips and your clit, you could feel the tip of your clit pressed between your thighs, standing an inch longer than it was and twice as thick.

The alien was taking notes, poking and prodding the parts of you it had injected, with its fingers

"Is that it? Are you going to let me go now?" You asked it, peering around your huge tits at the alien as it prodded your thigh meat

"Later, maybe" the alien was engrossed with you, rubbing your skin and squeezing the fat thighs it had given you "This is what humans find desirable, yes? A large posterior, large hips, large mammary glands, large genitals?"

"Normally it's just a big dick" you corrected the alien. Despite the growth, whatever it did to you didn't hurt, you feel like if it wanted to hurt you, you'd probably know about it by now

"Ah, only the males have the large genitals? We will refine this for later. Now, you have been such a good test subject, I believe it is customary for a reward for being good at doctor?"

You looked at the alien. Was it going to give you a lollipop or something?

The alien stabbed you with another needle, pushing it into the meat above your cunt. You started to sweat. Your pussy was streaming girlcum, your clit throbbing and hot. The alien was still prodding at you, taking measurements and notes as you squirmed around, tied to the table.

Your clit was rubbing against the meat of your thighs, as you wriggled your hips this way and that you could feel it getting closer, little by little. Your slick grool covered the inside of your thighs, leaving a thin layer on the table below you that audibly squelched and slapped as you writhed, desperate for enough friction to get yourself off.

The alien finally tried to measure your pussy, grabbing your clit between its fingertips, and giving it a gentle squeeze. You felt like your heart stopped. Your body strained against the restraints on the table. Toes curled, feet pointed, eyes rolling, the waves of relief and bliss crashing over you.

The alien took a step back. Watching you gasp and moan as you relished the drugged orgasm.

"It seems as though there is more data to be collected here"

If the rest of the experiments were like this one, you're game

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Was that good? I feel like after nearly 50 days of intense fucking, this was a little tame...

Ah, well, next episode I get to make 2 new demons, enjoy an mlm rutting session and possibly exposit some more on how all of the timelines are connected through Hell (yes, that's a thing that's canon to this anthology. Let's find out together if it's ever important)