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You can call me Sighs. I'm a 21+ queer, with she/they pronouns.
Requests are currently closed, but I still want to hear your horny monster/priest kink thoughts, so send me an ask. If I’m inspired I may add to your thoughts.
Some things I won't be writing. This is an incomplete list: incest, paedophilia, scat, golden showers, feederism, race play, age play.
I love tentacles, ghosts, sharp teeth, satyrs, cum marking, religious kink, deities, demons and spanking.
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Masterlist under cut:
[Confessional] - M Priest x AFAB Reader, NSFW (blasphemy, priest kink, penetrative sex, public sex, dirty talk).
[Fearfully and Wonderfully Made] M Eldritch Being/Deity x AFAB Reader, NSFW, (dubious consent, religious kink, corruption, tentacles, voice kink, praise kink, edging, overstim, mindfuck, double penetration - vaginal and anal, cunnilingus). [Request]
[Miss You] - M Tentacled sea god x AFAB reader, NSFW (tentacles, non-human genitalia, masturbation)
[Summer Storm] - M Tentacled sea god x AFAB reader, NSFW (tentacles, non-human genitalia, face fucking, light somnophilia) Prequel to 'Miss You'.
[Deep] - M Tentacled sea god x AFAB reader, NSFW (tentacle sex, knotting, spanking, dirty talk, possessiveness, praise kink, infidelity)
[Working on It] - F WereHyena x AFAB Reader, NSFW (light dom/sub dynamics, oral sex, pseudopenis)
[Tourist Trap] - M Ghost x Curvy Fem Reader, NSFW (dubious consent, stealth exhibitionism, semi-public sex, dirty talk). [Request]
[Home] - M Frankenstein's Monster/Creature x Fem Reader, NSFW (Penetrative Sex, masturbation). [Request]
[Wait] - M Frankenstein's Monster/Creature x Fem Reader, NSFW (oral sex, thigh fucking, edging, light somno). [Request]
[Satyr Gangbang] M Satyrs x AFAB Reader, NSFW - (overstim, intox kink, oral sex, thigh sex, creampie).
[Free Use Slut for Multiple Monsters] Werewolf x AFAB reader, F Tentancle Monster x AFAB Reader, M Dragon x AFAB Reader (oral sex, tentacles, free use).
[Deal] M Demon x Fem Reader, Double penetration (vaginal and anal), creampie, two cocks, pussy slapping, squirting, rough sex.
You can also find my original posts under the 'monstersighing' tag here (this includes shorter imagines).
“I will revenge my injuries: if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear; and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred. Have a care: I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you shall curse the hour of your birth.”
Inspired by one of my favourite paintings ever, Dante and Virgil in Hell by William-Adolphe Bouguereau.
Uhhh, this is actually kinda sweet, but also horny.
NSFW, 18+, Minor Do Not Interact
Frankenstein's Monster/Creature x Fem Reader
Title: Home
Content: penetrative sex, masturbation.
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You find him in the forest. A man, but strange. He’s tall and broad. Covered with scars and stitches on the parts of him you can see under his dirty hooded cape. There are birds surrounding him that he is feeding with a piece of hardened bread, so he doesn’t notice you at first. When he does, he flinches and pulls his hood down.
He is huge and tall and hooded, but you are not afraid.
You coax him towards you with soft words. Promises of food and shelter. And he follows you home.
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He is gentle despite his size and hardly speaks.
When you ask his name, he doesn’t reply, so you call him Francis, after a statue of the saint you once saw with birds on his shoulders and little creatures at his feet.
Francis pulls pails of water from the well and chops firewood with an energy and strength that makes something turn over in your stomach. Sometimes, you see him looking at you from under his hood. His eyes are two different colours, and both are beautiful.
When you tell him that, Francis shakes his head, unbelieving, but you think you see a smile.
The next day, he leaves his hood down.
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One night, sat together in the glow of the fire, you ask Francis where he came from, where he was born.
“I was not born. My father, he made me. Out of many men.”
He looks at you then, as if waiting for your disgust and rejection.
“So, you are a miracle of science, then. How wonderful,” you reply.
The surprise on his face makes it light up. You think you would give him a thousand compliments if he would just look like that more often.
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It has been a long dirty day of planting in the fields, so you boil pans of water over the fire, empty them in the tub and sink into the water.
You can hear the rhythmic sound of wood being chopped. You think of Francis’s grating rusty voice, his muscular shoulders. You imagine what those shoulders would feel like under your hands. What your legs would feel like wrapped around his waist.
You are rubbing yourself dry when the door creaks. You turn automatically, and see Francis at the door, hand clenched on the handle.
You don’t cover yourself, just let him gaze at your nakedness.
You hear the crumple of metal as the door handle cracks in Francis’s hand and he bolts.
You dress quickly and run outside, wet hair running rivulets down the back of your neck.
You find Francis in the barn, on his knees. His eyes are closed, and he is biting down on one hand as he fucks his straining cock into the fist of the other. You watch: the heaviness of his cock, his clenched eyelids, the desperate twitches of his hips. He comes quickly, and cum spurts and dribbles over his hand. When he removes the other from his mouth, you see the marks of teeth there.
You must make a noise because Francis opens his eyes then and sees you.
His reaction is instantaneous, a pulling up of trousers as he leaps to his feet and pushes past you and out of the barn door.
You shout after him as he runs towards the forest, but he does not stop or turn to look at you.
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Francis does not come back that evening.
In the morning you go looking for him.
He’s in the clearing in the forest where you first saw him.
“Come home,” you say. “Come home with me.” You do not know how to tell him, and you do not know how to ask, so you rise on your toes, and pull him down by his cloak so you can kiss him.
Frencis’s kiss is uncertain, but when you coax your tongue into his mouth you can taste the berries that he must have eaten.
It starts to rain, and you grab his hand to run through the forest and across the fields back home.
Once inside your home, you notice that his cape has kept him dry, but your clothes are soaked. Your nipples are cold and hard.
You strip to nakedness under Francis’s gaze and place his mismatched hands - one broader, with callouses, the other with long fingers - on your breasts. He kneads at them roughly, and you watch him spread his legs to accommodate his filling cock.
You splay your legs and show him how to finger your already leaking cunt. His eyes flick from your wetness to your face, his two different coloured eyes hungry.
“The bed,” you say.
He ignores you and pushes you down to the floor.
He’s still clothed and your legs are spread wide. He looks like he wants to devour you. He pushes his trousers down and pulls off his shirt with a rip of seams. There’s a neatly stitched incision on his chest, in the shape of a Y.
Then he lines up his cock with your cunt and pushes deep inside you with a grunt. You cry out at the feeling of fullness and he begins to thrust into you, each ferocious push feeling deeper than the last.
Your legs lock as far as you can over his back, holding him deep and your hands roam his skin, touching the rough stitches that joint his arms to his shoulders. Proof that this man was made of many men. Now just one, who wants you, desperately. Who is showing you with each jolting push of his cock inside you.
His thrusts ruck up the rug beneath you, and you brace your arms against the floor. The resistance pushes him deeper into you. He comes with a howl: satisfied, animalistic. You feel his come, warm and sticky, flood into you.
He rears back then, and with his cock still seated inside you, Francis presses a finger around the stretched rim of your cunt and then inside, crooking up, hard. The impossible stretch makes your walls flutter, your thighs clench and your back arch with your orgasm.
Francis watches as his cock softens, and then slips out of your cunt, come leaking from your entrance. You sigh at the absence until he splays over you, a heavy comforting weight, and you sleep.
It took a while, but here's more sweet (but filthy) smut for you, anon.
M Frankenstein’s Creature x AFAB Reader
MDNI, 18+ NSFW
Title: Wait
Content: edging, oral sex (fellatio and cunnilingus), penetrative sex, praise, light somno, thigh fucking.
You wake up in your bed, which is a surprise because last night you fell asleep on the floor, pinned under Francis. He must have lifted you and took you to bed after. You ache, in a pleasant, well-used way.
After washing and dressing, you look out the window and see the distant figure of Francis, weeding in the fields.
There is porridge laid out under a covered bowl on the kitchen table. After eating your fill, you wander outside.
Francis is sitting against a tree stump at the edge of the field, his head tilted up to the sun. It’s not often you can look at him without him looking back, so you drink in the sight of him. His long limbs, the breadth of his chest, the scars and stitches that litter his skin. On another man the scars would indicate weakness, loss – but you know those scars are what put him together and gave him life, so you admire them.
He doesn’t open his eyes until your body blocks the sun on his face. His odd-coloured eyes scan across your face. His expression turns nervous. You bend to kiss him then, to wipe the expression off his face, and his hands settle and stroke across your hair.
“Good morning,” you say when the kiss ends.
As he replies, you take the chance to sink to your knees and part his legs so you can settle between his thighs. You nuzzle your face across his crotch and pull his cock out of his trousers so you can lick and suck him to hardness.
Every time you look up you see his eyes intent on you. It makes your cunt warm and become slick. You moan at the feeling of Francis’ thick cock filling your mouth as you bob your head, trying to take more each time. The vibration makes his hips jerk into you. “Fuck my face, please,” you whine as you pop his dick out of his mouth to rub it against your lips.
He follows your instructions, a hand on the back of your head, pressing you down on his cock. Giving up control and letting him set the pace, makes your cunt throb and you cup your free hand against it: whether to relieve of increase the pressure you’re not sure. He thrusts hard and you feel his cock spit cum into your mouth. You swallow, and then draw off his dick, breath ragged, and settle your head against his thigh.
When Francis reaches to pull you up and grabs your skirt to lift it, you step away.
“I want you to fuck me in a bed, tonight,” you say. The hot aching feeling in your cunt that would welcome his fingers, his mouth or his cock, but you’re content to let it simmer for now.
He grunts his frustration but lets you after kissing you, deeply. It feels like there’s a promise of what he will do to you tonight: his hands pulling you close and his tongue brushing against yours.
Francis watches you all the way back to the house.
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Lunch time comes and you shout out to the fields for Francis to join you.
You kiss in between eating and discuss your days so far. It’s so sweet you can almost forget the liquid heating pooling in your crotch.
Francis waits until the table is cleared and then takes you by the waist, backs you into it and turns you around so he can hike up your skirt.
“I’ve been thinking about what you did with your mouth all morning. Let me return the favour,” Francis says. You let him pull down your underwear and widen your stance so he can trace a finger along your cunt lips, gathering slick.
“You’re so wet,” he says. “Leaking before I’ve even put a finger in you.”
In that moment, all you want is for him to plunge those fingers inside and crook against the spot inside you that you know will make your knees buckle. But you find yourself saying, “I want to wait. For tonight. Fuck my thighs now.”
There’s a pause, and you would be happy whether he obeyed or did not, but there is a strange thrill when you feel the already leaking head of his cock push against and then through the gap in your thighs.
His hands settle on your hips, and the pace he sets is brutal. Rough deep thrusts through between your thighs. When you clench them tighter, he moans, and seconds later pulls out of their grip. You can hear the sound as he strips his cock roughly in one hand and then, at his groan of satisfaction, you feel his cum splatter against your ass cheeks and drip down. He leans close over you then, and your legs part, expecting his fingers on your clit, in your cunt, but he only presses a kiss to the bowed back of your neck. You hear a shifting of fabric as he rights himself, and the door opens and then closes.
It’s some time before you can rise from the table.
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When the day is finally done, you wash and crawl into bed, naked.
Hot with anticipation, you splay your legs to avoid the temptation to clench your thighs on the ache between them. You’re waiting for Francis to join you after checking the animals in the barn are settled for the night.
The blankets over you are so warm and you are so comfortable, you doze off, although you don’t mean to.
Drifting in that sweet half sleep you feel the blanket being tugged down. Large, warm hands trace across your skin from your neck to your nipples, from your belly to your thighs. You arch into the touch. When the hands part your thighs and you feel a mouth press against your cunt, the shock of pleasure draws you back to full consciousness.
Francis is between your thighs, his tongue swiping over and over against your pussy and clit. You begin to wriggle, and he pulls your legs over his shoulders to hold you open and wide for him. You feel him moan against your cunt and come with all the force of someone who has denied themselves all day, shaking and tight-muscled, and then limp in the aftershocks.
He sits up and pulls you into his lap, and you lower yourself, inch by aching inch onto the hard length of his cock until he is fully seated inside you, your cunt lips stretched wide around the girth of him. You begin to rock, and little gasps push past your lips at the feeling of fullness. This is what you’ve wanted all day, his dick stretching the walls of your cunt. Wide hands on your waist pull you up so only the tip of his cock is still buried in you, and then back down until he sheaths his full length back in you. You can hear the wet squelch of each thrust.
“So good, so tight for me,” Francis mutters into your neck.
The rhythm of his thrusts is punishing, and you whimper and moan open-mouthed into the skin of his neck. He pushes you back to the bed and pulls your legs high and wide. The look of animal desire as he takes in the whole of you makes you tremble. When he drives his cock back into you with one swift thrust, you come again, thighs shaking in his grasp. At the clench of your walls around him, Francis’s rhythm becomes ragged, and you feel overcome as pleasure sparks still with each plunge of his cock. After a few wild thrusts, you feel him stop, pushed as deep as he can in your cunt, and flood it with his cum.
Flopping over your body, so you are covered completely by his warm, sweat-damp skin, Francis asks, “Was it worth the wait?”
You mumble a noise of agreement, unable to make words, and Francis huffs a laugh and draws back to kiss you, soft and deep.
Werewolf boyfriend who uses you whenever and wherever he wants:
Pulling down your pants as you set the table, pushing you face down and ass up so he can slam his cock into your tight pussy.
Walking up behind you when you answer the door at home. Clawed hands cupping your breasts and squeezing your nipples as you stutter out your thanks to the delivery guy and slam the door shut.
Sometimes he catches you in the back yard. He rips off your clothing and holds your body down with his and ruts his cock into your ass.
He moves your body like you’re a doll there only for his pleasure, flipping you over onto your back. He likes to push your knees to your chest to see your wet, leaking pussy before he sheathes himself in its heat. The cries he pulls from your throat as he ruts into you draw his pack to watch.
A circle of werewolves gather around you, cocks dripping. Their hungry eyes watch your bouncing tits as your boyfriend fucks you hard and relentless on his lap.
Your werewolf boyfriend knows only he can breed you, knot you and leave you shaking. So he lets his pack use your mouth until you pass out, stuffed full of his cum.
