Disaster Aries

She/Her. 31. Bi/Pan. Canada. Metalhead, bassbabe, nerdy. NSFW sometimes. MAJOR Heisenberg simp lol

[ariesdisaster]

Hey! Just popping on this account to say I'm alive! Just on my Heisenberg simp account still lol anyways enjoy this pic from after Excision last month!!! Especially you @wuh2k @wuh2knsfw lol been a while since I teased you lolol 😘💚

[trappedinmyclitt]

Are you going to let me play with your dick as if it’s a lightsaber or not??????????

[wolfiecvnnie]

Need attention, here's my tits 🥰😘😘

[wolfiecvnnie]

Milk me? 🐄🐮🐮

[thehucowlife]

Got sum soapy udder play here 😮‍💨😮‍💨🤤

[wolfiecvnnie]

I wish werewolves and monsters were real... 😩

[chubbybunnii-deactivated2024091]

wanna be tied up in some perv's basement so that he'll use and abuse and fill my holes with cum until i can think of nothing except his cock, while there are cameras all around livestreaming it all so other pervs can watch me turn into a dumb slut

[wolfiecvnnie]

Cum should be stored in my pussy

[monstersflashlight]

Info post + masterlist of masterlists

Hello there! I'm a 20+ yr old asexual and autistic who likes to write (allegedly) stories involving monsters. Back-up account is @whiskis and main account (if someone is interested) is @angela-feelstoomuch

I have the ask option open, you can send requests, opinions or anything that crosses your mind. (I won't accept rudeness, tho.) Things I DON'T write here. Heads up, requests take about one month to get answered (more or less).

Requests are CLOSED until further notice. Nº of requests waiting: 84

Here we follow the most important rule of fiction: don't like, don't read.

Each story has their own main kink list and TW (let me know if something is missing). The default for me is gonna be a male!monster, otherwise it will be specified. In the human department, it will be specified in each story. This list will be updated regularly.

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Patreon exclusive (sneak peek) masterlist

Commissions and tip jar

Here's mi ko-fi where you can find my tip jar and the info on commissions is here. You can find all commissions in this masterlist.

Comissioned art here.

Masterlists

Minotaur masterlist

Werewolf masterlist

Orc masterlist

Vampire masterlist

Dragon masterlist

Ghost masterlist

Demon masterlist

Alien masterlist

Monster boyfriend txt masterlist

Mixed monsters masterlist

Queer masterlist

Headcanon masterlist

Monster-kinktober masterlist

Monster advent calendar

Tag list (links in this section only work on computer)

Little "imagine" situations and short stories: #txt or click here

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Answers to questions and opinions: #monster's pet asks or click here

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Personal stuff: # monster's pet personal

I do not consent to have any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This includes reposting my stories on other websites, platforms, etc.

[monstersflashlight]

Minotaur masterlist

Long-ish stories

“Honey, I’m home!” (fem!reader)

Grabbing him by the horns (chubby fem!reader)

Helping neighbors (orc x minotaur x fem!reader)

The minotaur’s toy (fem!reader) || part 2

[Commission] The hole in the wall (Orc x minotaur x werewolf x chubby trans masc!reader)

[Patreon commission] Library fun (chubby fem!reader)

Just the tip (fem!reader)

[Patreon commission] Are you stupid? (minotaur x fem!human x chubby fem!reader)

[Patreon commission] One more (chubby fem!reader)

[Commission] On the edge (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)

[Patreon commission] The CEO's minotaur (fem!reader)

[Commission] Movie night (minotaur [Ambrose] x chubby fem!reader)

Requests

The morning after (orc x minotaur x fem!reader) (Helping neighbors part 2)

Pussy for breakfast (orc x minotaur x fem!reader) (Helping neighbors part 3)

He hates humans... right? (fem!reader) [SFW]

Shared shower (fem!reader) (Part 2 of "Honey, I'm home")

Minotaur daddy (fem!reader)

The minotaur's toy (part 2): promotion (fem!reader)

Sweaty (orc x minotaur x chubby male!reader)

Short txt/Imagines

Hucow

Ass slap (orc x minotaur x fem!reader) (Helping neighbors lil piece)

Cow print lingerie

I do not consent to have any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This includes reposting my stories on other websites, platforms, etc.

[wolfiecvnnie]

I have an uncle thats only related by marriage who for yrs has given me the "would fuck me" vibes, and right now thats the hottest thing i can think of 🥵🥵 like 'omg uncle this is so wrong, whatre you doing' and that just urges him on. him keeping me pinned under him until he cums inside me at least once and then sit with me straddling his lap cockwarming him as he repeatedly uses me as a fleshlight and making me cum on him to pull all his cum deeper so i can really feel it leak out of me later 💦💦

[the-californicationist]

Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️

Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)

im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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[lyeofhell]

sooooo I’m thinking about plus-size!reader joining a pole dancing class because you’re just so bored and need something to do while John’s away on missions…

thinking about keeping it a secret when he texts you in the middle of class, asking you what you’re up to and only replying with “nothing.” thinking about John coming home after being away for months, unpacking his clothes to find your 7-inch platform heels sitting at the bottom of your shared closet, and when he picks them up with an arched brow, you only giggle and grab them from him, telling him it’s a surprise. later that week he’s being drug down to the studio, sitting in on your little dance recital and trying to keep his breathing under control as your fellow students whoop and cheer you on. the way you curl around the pole, arching your back and flaunting your hair, it all only accentuates your curves, and John’s digging his own fingers into his palms as he considers all the ways he could tear into your softness. all the ways he could fuck you senseless and feel the ripple of his force in you. and all the ways he could punish you for keeping this a secret from him when you could’ve been sending him videos all this time.

by the following week a pole is installed in your master bedroom. and after he gives your ass a proper beating, followed by a train of soothing kisses, he sits a chair in front of the pole - leaned back, legs spread and expectant, cigar hanging loose from his grinning mouth as he tosses a nod towards the pole,

“Give us a show, sweetheart.”

[elysianightsss]

John, he’d been waiting for this moment, been waiting for you to come through the door with tired eyes, an ache in your bones and your head pounding so much you were disappointed that your instincts had kicked in when you slipped on some ice outside and caught yourself instead of letting yourself get knocked the fuck out. So disappointed.

And after a long train ride into the beautiful countryside, a taxi ride to the rustic cabin that always looked more like a cottage to you, you weren’t even bothered about special greetings anymore.

You practically collapsed on John’s lap, curling up there. Your sleeves pulled over your fists because you once again forgot a coat on the way out of your flat. Rubbing your tired eyes with said sleeve covered fist, you mumbled out a sleepy ‘hello’ to which he chuckled pulling your hand away from your now red eye.

“Hello to you too love.” You snuggled further into his neck, thankful that he had trimmed his mutton chops and beard down so they weren’t massively bushy and tickling at your nose like last time. “Long day?”

“The longest.” At this he grinned. John had been waiting for you to have a bad day at work so he could convince you to quit and live off of his money. He’d mentioned it so many times before but unfortunately you always thought he was joking and when he had rasped it into your ear while he was buried deep inside you, you thought that he was just being his usual possessive self.

Not fucking true. Okay it’s partly true, but John was serious. He wanted to put you up in his well polished cabin. Wanted to marry you so you couldn’t argue against him when he said ‘what’s mine is yours’. Wanted to come back from missions to find his cute little wife in his bed. He wanted to spend his free time gardening and baking with you. Going to the farmers market with you and he always wanted to try his hand at painting.

John Price wanted nothing more than to come home to you swollen with his child. Couldn’t wait to take leave so he could take care of you properly. Desperately wanted nothing more than to be there when you bore his child, holding your hand and telling you ‘you’re doing so well, my brave girl’. Wanted to see the sweet little baby that you made together on your hip while you told him all about the new curtain samples you got because ‘the ones in the den are ghastly’ as you so eloquently put it.

And now this was his chance to broach the subject seriously with you. If you agreed, which was a big chance because of how dishevelled you looked and how exhausted you must have been feeling. Then that was brilliant.

If you said no? Maybe he would have to resort to the old ways. Getting you fired. Getting you evicted. Taking all the fight out of you until you truly are broken and begging him for help. It’s not nice but it’s necessary.

“I have something I want to discuss with you sweet’art.” . . .

[dumbbitchgalore]

Come on, Birdie… let me fill you up before the Viagra wears out (🌽 link)

Old Man!Price will eagerly fuck your pretty cunny like his life depends on it, making sure to milk every single orgasm he can out of you with his cock.

He wants you to experience what he can do with his fat dick. He wants to show you why women always come back to him, giving you a reason to be tied to him.

John will make his soldiers watch the two of you, showing off his young and pretty spouse. That even at his close to retirement age, John able to get such a sweet dove like you to fuck and use whenever he wants.

Your eyes are always trained on his face. You’re unfocused, hazy gaze locked onto his deep blue eyes. Never paying attention to his task force, knowing that they could never fill you up as good as your hubby does.

After all of it, you slump against his chest giving John a soft kiss on the lips as you mumble a sleepy ‘thank you’.

Price pats your arse in response, moving his hand up to your back, rubbing it softly ad he coaxed you to sleep.

“See boys, that’s how you fuck a pretty little thing.

[wordstome]

“How did Price end up with three girls who aren’t triplets or twins?” This is how.

I think we’re done here.

[zegalba]

Stephan Sinding: 'Adoration' (1903)