amala

Intrusive thoughts ....18yr

[amala-luvs]

He's a quiet man who lives in the forest, away from civilization, appearing in the village only to purchase items.

The only visitors to his old castle in the woods were unfortunate travelers and customers buying potions and advice. You were one such customer. But unbeknownst to the warlock, you went there to seek a love potion for him.

"Oh, great warlock, I'm in love with a powerful man. He, too practices spells. Will a love potion even work on him?'' You bat your eyes at him.

'' Oho~, practices spells? Hmm, powerful, you say. How have I not heard about such a man around here?'' He raises one of his thick eyebrows, scratching the long beard on his chin.

''W-Well, he's from a distant, DISTANT land and barely leaves his home, so it's not strange you don't know of him, hehe'' You avert your eyes, clearing your throat. Lying isn't really your forte.

''I see well, if he is a powerful caster, no ordinary love potion would work, he'd instantly realize something is off.'' He turns his back to you, flipping through pages of a worn book, occasionally looking up at his shelves of ingredients.

''Hmm, this should work,'' He sets down his book, taking different ingredients off the shelves, placing them in his cauldron. After chanting a spell, the liquid glowed, illuminating the room. He then bottled some and turned back around to you. ''Here you are, all that needs to be done is to make sure he has direct contact with the liquid, it's stronger that way, '' he says, handing you the bottle. ''Now, service fe-''

The warlock's eyes widen, his own potion cascading down his face.

''Maybe, that was a bit rash.'' Beads of sweat form on your face as you both stare at each other.

Suddenly, with a flick of the warlock's long finger, pieces of rope bound your hands and feet.

''My, my, in all my centuries, '' He uses the sleeves of his robe to wipe the liquid from his face before stepping towards you, gripping you by the throat, his long fingernails poking your flesh.

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Your eyes roll to the back of your head, snot and tears run down your face as the warlock, with both hands, grips tighter around your throat. Not enough to kill or make you unconscious, but enough to make your head feel hot as he pounds into you. He grinds into every thrust, ensuring you feel every ridge and vein of his cock.

He spits into your agape mouth, as he pounds you on his table, your back pushing against the castle walls. Not caring about the bottles being broken and the mess being made.

''Swallow it, show me more, more of how much you desire me, '' he pants out, one hand moving from your throat to caress your face.

Of course, you obeyed, barely able to get even a sound out as he knocked the wind out of you with every thrust. You're not sure if it's the potion truly working or something else, but you can't really think right now. You don't want to think right now about anything other than the man you love cock driving in and out of you.

[amala-luvs]

After your gorgoyle lover turns to stone and you're not in ''that'' predic(k)ament (reference to part 1). You go about your routine of showering, cleaning, and eating, eagerly waiting for his awakening.

But sometimes you're a bit impatient. Later in the evening, you're staring into his now stone eyes, and you let your gaze travel down, his stone appendage still rock-hard (literally) and visible. Your fingers traced the rigid, cold form, following the subtle undulations of what, in life, would be flesh. It was a masterpiece of petrification. The head, a robust, unyielding cylinder, was perfectly smooth at the tip. You leaned in, your breath fogging slightly on the ancient stone. The initial touch of your tongue was a shock, a gritty, unyielding cold that made you shiver.

Your tongue travels all over his cock, slightly sucking on the tip. It was cold and stiff, but quite enjoyable to suck on.

Suddenly, a deep tremor vibrated through the stone, making you jump slightly. You failed to realise that the sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery streaks. A soft groan, like tremors within the earth, emanated from the gargoyle. Its stony eyes flickered, a deep, molten gold replacing the vacant grey.

"Well, well," his voice rumbled, looking down at you, His cock now very much alive, pulsing in your mouth, "someone was impatient. Don't worry, little morsel, now that I move freely, you shall get what you desire."

And with that, his large hands grip the back of your head, pushing you closer to the base of his cock, his actions causing you to choke slightly.

''but first,'' He groans , grinding his hips against your face, ''you have to finish what you have started.''

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Part 1, well, not really just another story of the gargoyle short that you guys loved so much!

[amala-luvs]

(When a manhwa has a great amount of hate comments, but you decide to be the judge, cuz every one has different tastes, but it IS genuinely so badddd)

I PROMISE NO GOOD DEEEDD, WILL I ATTEMPT TO DO AGAINNNNN, EVERRR AGAIINNN!!😭

[princessimotep]

When the fic describes the fat schlong you're about to take

[princessimotep]

I want to do better. I really do intend to read fluff...

But that smut be hitting different.

[amala-luvs]

I love when y'all decribe the monsters dicks , it makes the story a 100x better. Like i wanna know what colour, what the tip looks like, is it bumpy? Is it smooth? Does it shoot any other colour goo than white? Is it salty? Is it sweet ? Does it start off in one colour and then fade into another shade? (Multi colour dicckkk)Does it sorta burn? Is it really sticky ? Really slimy? Do they got more than one? Does it hide in a mound and only shows when they in the mood? GIVE ME DETAILS RACHEL

[amala-luvs]

What writing style do you guys prefer more? I keep alternating, like I would post pictures of the monster and highlight words, short drabbles, long stories, more detailed, just get to the fucking part, or have an actual story first before the fucking. I write based on my mood, and I like alternating cuz, certain styles just fit better with certain monsters and storylines😀

[amala-luvs]

The chill of the river air always settled over you when you knelt at the bank, but the scent of the freshly picked cucumbers was worth the effort. It was tradition, your grandmother’s promise to the river spirits for a bountiful harvest each year.

You placed the slick, green vegetables precisely on the mossy rock. Suddenly, a ripple, sharp and sudden, broke the glassy surface. A pair of wide, black eyes peered over the water line, followed by the distinctive, mottled green dome of a head.

"Three generations, farmer," a voice, raspy and slick like wet stones, slid into the air. "You, your mother, and her mother, without fail, have made sure to offer me only your best crops'' he continued. You didn’t jump. You were far too used to him now.

"Just upholding my end of the bargain, spirit." You smiled. He then hoisted himself onto the bank, the movement surprisingly graceful despite his squat, muscled form. His skin was slick, like polished jade, and the turtle-like beak of his mouth curved into something that might have been a smile. The small, concave dish resting on the top of his skull glistened with river water.

"Do you wish for more fertility and prosperity for your farm or maybe the knowledge of medicine?" he asked his voice, a low, guttural sound. "I'll offer all this to you, I only want a little extra in return" He grinned taking slow steps closer, his webbed fingers flexing.

"Oh? " you thought," and what would I need to give?" you asked, leaning into his scent of the faint, earthy smell of river mud and clean water.

"Pleasure. I've been watching you. I see the look on your face, it's almost like you're not only offering me your crops but also yourself, and I am one to jump at opportunities when they present themselves." His webbed hand on his hip. ''This is a win-win situation for you, my dear.''

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You then find yourself being led by him into the deep shadows beneath a willow, right at the edge of the bank, the ground soft with damp leaves. His hands, cool and strong, found your body, the webbed fingers surprisingly sensitive as they traced the curve of your hip.

''I do hope you can be a bit steady. I can't risk the water in my dome spilling; it weakens me. And I must have all my strength to properly handle you,'' he murmured, pressing his body against yours. His beak found your neck, the pressure firm but gentle, and then you felt his tongue, licking wherever he nipped with his beak, sending a shiver down your spine. Then, with a grunt, he positioned himself, and you caught a glimpse of his length before he pressed close. It was substantial, a thick, deeply ridged phallus, mottled dark green like polished river stone, slick with moisture. It lacked the soft texture of human flesh, instead feeling dense and hard, almost cartilaginous. The head was blunt and rounded, but the shaft was covered in pronounced, firm ridges that spiraled slightly, promising an intense friction against soft tissue. You gasped at just the sight, already wet from imagining what it felt like inside.

''Be still," he commanded, his voice tight. He entered you in one deliberate, deep motion.

"Ah!" The sound ripped from your throat, your mouth forming an o as you take a sharp intake of air. He paused, his breath hot against your ear. He began to move, each thrust a powerful, calculated drive that pushed you to the brink. Your legs spread wider around his hard waist and shell, giving more access. The sensation was overwhelming as his dick had a curve going upwards like a hook. (alexa play captain hook by megan thee stallion) The feeling sensational as the head rubbed against your cervix. You could literally see him moving inside as your belly bulged with every thrusts.

"Hnnngh," he grunted, his effort audible. He slammed into you, deep and rhythmic. The sounds of skin on skin echoed beneath the willow. You arched back, your own pleasure building, threatening to make you thrash wildly.

"Be still!" he hissed, grabbing both of your ass cheeks between his webbed hands instantly, squeezing a bit harshly when you move too much or try to close your legs. You bit your lip, suppressing a rising scream, turning it into a hum of pure need. He took your restraint as a signal, driving deeper, faster, until your muscles contracted around him in a tight, convulsive wave. You cried out, the release shattering. He followed immediately, his body trembling, letting out a deep, satisfied groan that vibrated through your core. He collapsed forward, his weight heavy on your chest before slowly lifting himself. He looked down at you heaving, his cum spilling out of you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, farmer," and with that he disappears below the slow currants of the river.

(This one's a bit longer than anything else I've written, I got the idea and just couldn't stop adding details after XD)

[making-the-crypt-rock]

"How did you spend 4 hrs on Tumblr, today?"

Me, who writes my WIPs in my drafts:

[amala-luvs]

Not like i can practice when the things i like dont exists

[amala-luvs]

Imagine giving your older orc lover a lap dance, he may be old but he doesnt dissapoint with how his erect cock presses against your pussy through your panties.

"Youre gon' give this old man a heart attack lov" as his large calloused hands squeezes your rear, bringing you down on his groin whilst grinding up into you.

His hands would also find their way to your throat lightly squeezing everytime you grind on the right spot. His head would be thrown back but he would keep his eyes locked on yours only occasionally looking down at your body.

Both hands would stop at your hips keeping them steady when he feels like he's gonna burst.

"Slow down sweets', am not so young. Take those off" he'd say whilst tugging at your panties wanting to shoot his load inside.

Once the barries between the two of you are no more, he'll slam you right down on his cock ,or he'll keep you in place ,pistoning into you like a rabid animal until the both of you have reach your limits.

If you're feeling to make his blood pressure rise, after he pulls out, you'd dip down taking his thick cock in your mouth his dark grey pubes tickling you nose as you take him in deeper. He'd grip the back of your head, his legs trembling already sensitive from your pussy milking and squeezing him.

"Y-you're gonna kill me sweets" he moans out as he releases into your mouth staggering amd weakling pushing your head off of his sensitive cock.

[amala-luvs]

Rooster hybrid lover whose quick to finish but, he recovers fast and aslong as you in the mood he continues to fill you up until your cunt is over flowing with his seed.

His beak would scratch at your neck as he pushes deep inside, but the pain slowly fades into pleasure, as his cock, slim but long brushes against your walls and reaches your womb before releasing the hot clear fluid into you.

Dont ever think just because he finishes quickly it means hes finished with you! His quick recoveries will keep you both going for days if you let him.

If you ever wondered how monsters or creatures with beaks eat the puss , well the beaks just dont get involved, its all in the tongue!

After hes finished giving you all he can give, he'll tongue fuck your sensitive cunt , making sure you're as spent as he is.

He wont make the fact he only lasts 1 minute before he finishes deter him from pleasing you.

[amala-luvs]

Werewolf lover, whose species uses food as a way to distract their mate as they mount them. They usually look for large portions of food to keep their mate busy because if the female finishes eating before the male, well, finishes, she pushes him away to make way for another male to bring food. But, if the male is satisfied before, whatever food is left, the male snatches and brings it to another female. The goal is to mate with as many females as possible during the mating season. But, werewolf lover only needs you.

''Eat,'' he growls, his voice a deep, resonant hum.

''I kweef twollif youf, I- '' your voice trembles as you struggle to speak, your mouth stuffed with food, and your pussy stuffed with him.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hard, bulbous cock rocks into you. He laughs, a low, guttural sound that vibrates in your ribs as he lifts your hips and drives into you with a smooth, shocking force. ''Don't try to speak,'' he advised, his hips grinding into you.

''Just consume. If you finish this before I am satisfied, you may reject me and call for the next provider. It is the law.''

You let out a ragged moan as the initial shock passed into pleasure.

''Bwoff mmm!''you choke, struggling to swallow the food as he rocks into you, your breath catching as he begins to accelerate.

''That is the goal, beloved,'' he whispered, driving deeper still. ''To keep you occupied as I stuff you full of my seed, before spreading it somewhere else."

"But, my sweet human, I don't need any other nor anything but your sweet warmth'' Grunts and groans leave his throat as the rhythmic, wet sounds of his hips hitting against you could be heard. ''You feel like a velvet furnace.'' His knot slipped in, causing him to howl, your tight cunt squeezing onto it.

His end drew nearer than he thought, his cum shooting into your cunt, ropes and ropes of warm fluid paint your walls as a cry leaves his lips.

He slumped forward, breathing heavily as he looked down. The food dripping down your cheeks and face, and some still resting on the ground untouched. His instincts screamed: 'Take the food and move on!' But the sight of you, flushed and breathless beneath him, staring up with wide, satisfied eyes, overruled the law.

''The food,'' he managed, his voice thick and ragged. ''there is still much left.''

You panted, pushing a stray lock of hair from your sweat-damp forehead.

''The rule states… if I finish first, I must take the food and depart, leaving you… fully provided for''

''But you won’t, will you?'' you challenged, a playful, exhausted smile touching your lips. He straightens back up, ''No. I find I am too fond of your particular brand of distraction. This is a problem, my little treasure. I must ensure you complete your meal.''

A shiver runs through you as you feel his dick pulsing with renewed vigor inside you.

(idk, is school starting to make me dry on ideasss? i dont even read as much anymore😞)

[bethsvrse]

me when writing

[amala-luvs]

You found yourself pressed against your golem lover's stone-hard body. It was surprisingly warm and yielding in places, like ancient earth. The head of the obsidian shaft, slick with a strange, sweet-smelling fluid, nudged against your entrance. A soft moan escaped your lips as he pressed his cock into you, slow and deliberate.

You can feel his shaft grazing against your walls as you stretch around it, a deep, primal invasion that makes you gasp.

“Ah, good girl,” he rumbles, his voice thick with pleasure, as he pushes deeper, filling you completely. The light between his segmented body pulsed brighter, a rhythm matching your own frantic heartbeat.

“So tight, so warm.'' You arched into the impossible pleasure, a raw, guttural cry tearing from your throat.

The stone-like skin of his dick felt incredibly smooth, yet somehow textured, like polished river stones heated by the sun, each thrust a deliberate, heavy impact that drove you further into a frenzy. He moves with an ancient, unhurried rhythm, each slow, deep plunge making your body hum with an almost unbearable tension.

“You like that, my love?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He then pulled almost all the way out, then plunged back in with a powerful, consuming thrust, causing you to scream, a joyous, desperate sound, your nails raking against his stony shoulders.

The climax hit like a tidal wave, a shattering release that left you trembling and gasping. The Golem rumbled above you, shuddering a deep groan tearing from his chest.

*Hnnnnnngh.* his body stiffened, and with a final, shuddering plunge, he fills you with a thick, viscous warmth. It was a strange, iridescent amber, glowing faintly within you, a primal offering that binds you to him, forever.

“Mine,” he rumbles, holding you close, his voice satiated and possessive. “Now and always.”

(This took me so long, I'm trying to make my writing sound better and more descriptive, I didn't expect so many people to actually like my cringey writing, thank you lovess!🫶)

[amala-luvs]

Minotaur lover who has you pinned against the labyrinth wall, hot breath damp on your neck—his musk thick with rut, promising brutality and seeping with need to claim you.

You arch into him, causing him to freeze. A noise like fractured thunder rumbles from his chest; being this close to him, you can feel the double-beat of his heart.

His massive hands slide down your hips—not to ravage but to worship. Because minotaurs don’t just take mates; they prove to them that they are worthy of being their mates. The maze itself hums approval when he presses his forehead to yours, snarling.

'' I'll worship this body of yours and fill your womb with my seed for as long as you are mine''

As he makes love to you, right against that wall, sweet nothings are grunted into your ear as you grab onto his horns for support.

''I usually feast on the humans who find their way or are thrown into my maze, but you ''- grunts-'' I'll be feasting on your sweet flesh differently, right here on these floors''

[amala-luvs]

You are a poacher who tracks and captures rare monsters for profit, and finally, after days of being in the woods, you've cornered the elusive werewolf that has plagued the woods for centuries. Inching closer, a smirk crept across your lips, but it quickly faded as, instead of snarling or showing any signs of anger, the beast laughed. A smooth, too-human-like chuckle.

"Took you long enough," it purrs. Your eyes widened as you quickly realised that you weren't the one luring it; it was luring you. You were the prey all along, not the other way around.

It quickly pounces on you, trapping you to the ground with its big furry figure. Its long claws trace along your jaw as its snout nudges against you, sniffing you all over.

"This whole time you've been thinking of my fur and bones, confident in your skills from your many victories. Now what do I do with you, little mouse?" Its mouth opens wide, and its long red tongue comes out, gliding along your cheek, moistening it.

You, of course, could do nothing but lie there underneath its crushing weight; you'll have to take every bit of what it has to give.

[amala-luvs]

Frankenstein's lover, who can literally be anything you want him to be, you just have to put the parts together. Dick wise, why choose only one shape and size when you can have all?

Feeling in the mood for something long and thin? Short and thick? Smooth with a curve? Or maybe something not even human. Frankenstein would go hunt it for you, bringing home the corpse of whatever creature you so desire.

Literally your own personal fucktoy/dildo. He'll fuck you as you wish; you're his master, and he's your puppet. Want him to be dominant? Submissive? Anything for you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your greatest creation slams into you. The dick of your desire grazing against your inner walls, the feeling sending you into overdrive. His strong arms wrap around you, holding you as your body becomes limp from your orgasm. Of course, you designed him to feel pleasure; how else would that dick be up? But you made him unable to produce sperm. What happens is he experiences a dry orgasm. He howls and groans in pleasure as he experiences this, the feeling being so good, but too little at the same time. So, of course he has to fuck you a couple of times before he's satisfied.

But if you want to feel him stuff you full of seed, you can. Sex is never boring with Frankenstein lover, it's like fucking a different person every day, but it's still your lovable ''little'' freak of nature creation.

(The person who asked if I could do this, can you dm me? I accidentally responded privately to your message 😭)