I’m a monster lover who loves love so my work here will be entirely Monster Fucker style romance and smut. I’m working on a novel now, but here I’ll post the shorter stuff.
I’m a queer, fat, white, cis-woman. I’m happy to write outside of my own experiences, but this is the perspective these stories will be coming from. If you want me to write something else, I’m happy to oblige with a little hand-holding and some sensitivity reading. Always let me know if I cross a boundary or do something upsetting, so I can reassess my writing and keep this a safe environment.
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Scat, paedophilia, Incest/stepcest, age regression, race play, non-consensual sexual situations, knotting
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4⁹⁾ a doorbell sounding in the middle of the night
The house creaked and groaned like a barrel full of ghosts, and Penny gripped her blanket tight, ignoring the sweat that clung to her scalp and back in the humidity. It was three a.m., and the sky she could see between the curtains on her bedroom window was orange and red, two colours that it should not have been. Lightning eclipsed the window, and she clutched her blanket tighter, like it could protect her from the onslaught outside—one last barrier between the storm and her delicate skin.
Lightning flashed again, illuminating the window and the hall, though no thunder had sounded and she couldn’t hear the pitter-patter of rain on the window. It was freaky and wrong, like she’d been dropped into Hell, house and all, and was on edge waiting for the next bad thing to happen.
She rolled over, so her back was to the window, and pressed her eyes shut tight, willing herself to go back to sleep and wake in the morning to blue skies and the muddled sense that she’d just had a nightmare.
“Just go to sleep,” she repeated to herself.
The doorbell rang.
She swallowed her scream and reached for her phone, only to remember that she’d turned it over to the repair guy in the mall earlier in the day. She stood on shaky legs and crept to the front door, where a look out the peephole revealed nothing but more lightning.
Suddenly, the backdoor swung open with so much force that it slammed against the wall behind her. Penny didn’t think so. She unlocked the door in front of her and ran out into the woods, barefoot.
“Penny!”
She couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to, but hearing a raspy male voice scream her name from her own home only spurred her on faster. Her nightgown caught on a branch and tore, and she stumbled into a tree just as lightning illuminated the path again. She heard boots on the dirt path behind her and broke free of the path. No one knew these woods like she did; even though it was dark and she was scared, she knew how to get to the barn on autopilot.
She made it to the edge of her garden when the intruder caught up. He threw strong arms around her and wrestled her to the ground. She elbowed him in the face and managed to slip loose, leaving her nightgown empty in his arms. Fight or flight took a turn, and she grabbed a hoe she’d dropped and spun on him.
“Oh,” she said. Nervous laughter bubbled up in her throat. Her lover stared up at her from the ground, looking stunned. Her nightgown hung from a point on one of his antlers, which were heavy with wisteria blooms, and a blue bruise formed on his brown skin beneath a smattering of dirt.
“Are you done running now?” He asked. His hooves pawed at the ground as he stood to his full height, and he looked down at her with a twinkle in his eye.
“Sorry. I thought you were a murderer. You said you were going to another realm tonight.”
He chuckled. “The storm drew me back. I’m responsible for every living thing in these woods. I thought I would check on you. You don’t like lightning, right?”
She nestled into his chest.
“I feel better now that you’re here,” she crooned, but the next shot of lighting across the sky sent her into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms held tight around his neck. He held her to him. He smelled like earth and moss, and his skin was weathered, calloused, and strong against hers. He’d been gone for a week, and she suddenly felt very needy. Her position was perfect.
She ground against him, and he moaned and sank to the ground, covering her until he blocked out the storm around them. “I missed you,” he said, and pressed open-mouth kisses up her neck until he got to her mouth. She nipped against his lips, and he let her part them with her tongue. While they kissed, he called the roots from a nearby tree to come to him, and they did, winding around her thighs and pulling them apart and up until her hips were raised, her core open to the night. The vines of her nearby clematis did the same, wrapping around her wrists and pulling them up and together until she was immobalized.
Penny moaned loudly, testing the strength of her handcuffs and finding them sturdy enough to hold her.
“I miss you,” she said and leaned up to catch his mouth again, but he withdrew and sat back on his heels, staring at her.
“And I you,” he teased. He ran one long finger down her slit, amazed at how wet she already was for him.
“Fuck me,” she whined, her insides clenching in their emptiness.
“Not yet.”
She pouted, but trapped, she could do nothing, so he decided to tease some more. He urged the vines to grow longer, and they wound down her wrists to her chest, where they wrapped around each breast and squeezed. The tips flicked her hard nipples repeatedly like tiny whips, making her cry out.
He lowered his face to her bare pussy and let out a harsh breath, grinning at the way she tried to buck beneath him.
“Please,” she begged, her head thrashing.
He obliged eagerly, pressing his mouth to her cunt and flicking his tongue against her clit in tandem with the vines on her nipples. She came almost at once, her body already at the edge of an orgasm from everything she’d been feeling. She didn’t even notice the lightning flash overhead, even as he willed the spirit of the storm to move on.
When she needed a moment to breathe, he finally pressed a kiss to her clit and stood.
He went around to her mouth and kneeled, taking his cock in his hand and bringing it to her lips. She closed her eyes; her hair stuck to her face. He gently brushed it back. “If you want to taste my cock, Lover, you need only ask for it.”
“Please. I want you in me. I want to taste you. Give it to me.”
He leaned forward and pressed the head against her tongue. She ran the tip of her tongue around it in circles, then sucked gently on the end. He pressed it further into her mouth, and she accepted it eagerly. She sucked and licked while he thrust into her softly, only withdrawing when he felt his own release mounting.
Her mouth followed it, trying to draw it back in, but he chuckled. Fucking her like this would be pleasurable, but chasing her had given him other ideas. The vines and roots holding her down flipped suddenly, so she was on her knees with her arms pulled out before her.
She moaned again and thrust back into the air just as he stepped around and grabbed her hips in his hands. He pulled them up to meet him, stretching her out before him like a meal, and slammed his cock directly into her.
Her cries rang out as the sky finally let loose, soaking them both in a cooling rain that bounced off the hot skin of her back while he fucked her as hard as he could, watching her ass bounce with each of his movements. She came again, her muscles spasming around him, and he willed the vines and roots to change again, tipping her onto her side with one leg stretched up. He sank deep, and she smothered her cries against her arm, her exclamations all enthusiastic and needy. Finally, his balls tightened, and he came, releasing into her. Her trappings receded, and he lowered them both to the ground and arranged her in his lap.
But she still wasn’t done.
Her mouth skimmed his chin as she tried to turn and kiss him, and she drew his hand down her belly to her weeping cunt. She jumped when they touched her overstimulated skin together, her swollen clit impossible to miss. They moved slowly, until the emptiness became too much for her, and she rose up on her knees. He was already hard again, and she slipped him into her, straddling his waist and pushing him back. The rain streamed down her large breasts, beading at her hard nipples and falling onto him as she started to grind. She threw her head back, and the sky responded, lighting up in a glorious display as he began to pound up up into her. He clutched her hips hard enough to leave bruises when she bounced above him.
Their final orgasm left them both shaking and limp, and he grew a thicket over them, tight enough to keep out the wind and rain and give them both shelter as they recuperated, safe and unharmed, and happy to finally be together.
Prompt: crescent-shaped coffee stains on a wooden tabletop
Word Count: 350
SFW
The couch was spacious, but it was so much nicer to curl up next to your Chomper date on his side of the couch. You don’t normally let people into your apartment on the first date, especially when you’re still learning to navigate Chalcedon City and the many monster folk that make up its community, but he’s kind; you recognized him on the dating app from thee volunteer work you share and he brought a toy for your cat, so it’s only polite to let him in and snuggle up to him, right?
You get up to get you both a drink, and when you get back he’s staring at your coffee table. It’s vintage, which really just means it looks old and you got it from a garage sale on the drive up from your hometown.
“Don’t look too close,” you warned, a little embarrassed by your taste in furniture. “The stains are probably older than I am.”
As you stared at him, staring at your table, you noticed his five-o’clock shadow getting thicker, and as you watched it spread up from his chin to his eyes, and then engulfed his entire head, erupting in a thick, shiny coat across his entire body.
He mouth elongated. His hands grew wider and his nails sharpened and turned black. He threw back his head and let out a howl that made your legs shake.
“Sorry about that,” he rumbled, smoothly taking the drinks from your hands before you dropped them. “I should’ve warned you, but I forget that humans don’t always know things. The moon makes werewolves turn, right? But all it takes is the suggestion of the moon sometimes for us to shift.”
“What are you talking about?” you ask. There were no moons in your apartment.
He pointed to the table, where a stain that looked like a crescent moon had sunk into the wood. You bit back a laugh, and he rumbled again. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, you promised. You returned to your place next to him and filed this information away for your second date.
