Elemental spirits who cum more when it rains
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Elemental spirits who cum more when it rains
Changeling or shapeshifter who replaces your significant other.
The failing relationship you cling to and distant spouse, trying to ignore the inevitable, like if you are oblivious then the end won’t come like you know your relationship is headed towards.
Then one day they comeback completely turned around, your lover now more adoring of you than ever before, genuinely thrilled to see your face and forwardly affectionate.
You bask in it, realistically thinking this is a honeymoon before the end.
But they love you more and more, full conversations are now vibrant and they hang onto your words, pay such attention to what you like and don’t like they never cared to before, worshiping you, knowing you.
And then the changes.
Subtle at first, slow, so slow do they change. From the intimately familiar features and lilt of their voice, a trick of the light you tell yourself at first. Your never noticed something before, maybe.
To your perfect match. Your ideal lover in every feature, from tiny details you find endearing and the most attractive aspects in your mind, they slowly become everything you could wish for.
You can’t find yourself to be afraid, despite the undeniable truth.
“You’re not them, are you?” You’re wrapped in their arms, held so lovingly while they all but purr into your hair.
They nuzzle you lightly, fingers, tapping light patterns on your skin like music notes written in moonlight only for you.
“Hmm, no, no I’m not. But I love you more than they ever would.” They’re not afraid either, by you finally asking.
Because they know you too- so intimately and ever present. Knowledge of you and how your thoughts work set beside their own in comfort.
“I know, and I love you more than I ever could have loved them either.”
this is awful but I want to say it somewhere because I'm pissed off and disturbed.
tw: animal abuse, sexual behavior.
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tapioca pudding at work today and all I can think of is...
Alien cum with eggs <3 tastes like a hint of coconut, a whole cup worth of this shooting into you or down your throat
Okay but the act of a Selkie taking you while laid down atop their pelt? Pressing you against the soft skin and kissing you harder as a shiver runs down their spine- they can feel you pressed to them, can feel deep in their bones your touch on their pelt. Is there anything more intimate to your Selkie lover?
I am very surprised that the monsterfucker community never hopped onto The Lighthouse (2019) for some Siren gifs
Hey Guys! little request game?
Send me a monster and a love language
Words of Affirmation Acts of Service Receiving Gifts Quality Time Physical Touch
And I’ll make a little headcanon on it! or just send me a creature and I’ll pick one :) May be slow writing as I'm putting this on 3 blogs and have work but!
I’ve been listening to a lot of Creature Encounter stories as of late and I’ve made myself paranoid as fuck, but also...really into terato/exophilia again...I don’t know how I feel about myself with this.
I haven’t had net for awhile and it seems one of my favorite writers, fantasy-creature-asks has deleted :(
how to decide what to wear each day: Ask yourself, “What if a hot vampire saw me wearing this?”
Can we get some love on himbo orcs?
Orcs are intelligent and crafty but *points to the corner with an absolute green beefcake*
Himbo, dumb as absolute dirt, exclusively guzzles respect women juice, his ass cheeks clap when he walks and you crave to smack them, accidentally tore off a door opening it for you, he takes it up the ass without hesitation.
Muscles of iron, taller than your ceiling, yet soft and unintimidating. Enough man meat for all but he is loyal as a puppy
Well it's kinktober and I'd like to write, I know this blog isn't as put together as many exo/terato blogs but if anyone would send me a monster and vague kink i'll try to give you a headcanon
Moose centaurs.
Huge, ground shaking when they run, rip up a small tree effortlessly strong Moose Centaurs.
All I can see since I first thought of them is Jason Momoa.
This wont all be vampire but it's what was worth keeping from my old writing
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You buy a coffin for your coffee table at a yard sale without looking inside, no one would actually sell a used coffin or dead body you figure.
A few weeks later during your biweekly get together with a few neighborhood acquaintances over for fondue you set your wine glass down a little too loudly and wake up a now very cranky vampire.
You’re now stuck with a vampire housemate because that’s the comfiest bed he’s had in 300+ years and he’ll be blessed by a priest before he moves out, and you wont let it leave because it looks stunning in your living room.
At the next neighborhood get together he stands glaring out from the kitchen directly at your newest neighbor Jacqueline "If that woman gets cup rings on my coffin I’m killing her.“
You take another bottle of wine from the cabinet "If she does then I’ll help you”
Cold Cuddles - {Vampire x reader}
Pressed against his side, icy arms wrapped around your waist, nimble fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt to rest on warm skin.
“Darling, you’re absolutely freezing.” you mutter quietly.
He chuckles, cool lips pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Cold as a corpse I suppose.”
You crack a grin, elbowing him lightly and causing another moment of laughter.
Even though you’re well aware he couldn’t eat any of it, it still seems rude only preparing a meal for yourself. The knife clicks against the cutting board when fingers, warm and careful slip onto your torso.
You jolt, spinning around and raising your blade to the neck of-
“Darling?” you are met with the face of your beloved, who looks only slightly interested by the knife hovering an inch from his throat.
He only lifts an eyebrow at your actions. “Is everything alright, my love?”
You slowly lower your weapon, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Oh, I am perfectly fine.” Taking in his appearance and noting the odd blanket wrapped over his shoulder “Are you ok?”
The tone of your voice as you glance at the rather warm hand that was pressed against you makes him grin,
“Completely as well.” he hums. “I thought maybe an electric blanket might solve our earlier dilemma.”
He pulls you close, pressing himself against you, heat resonates through his skin. You can feel the warmth radiating from the small blanket which is still on high
You rest your chin on his shoulder, nose pressed against his strangely hot neck where the blanket had been resting, one arm reaching around to hold him close.
“This feels weird.” you mumble against him, words tickling his skin. “Unnatural.” you add.
His laughter is deep, you already know the joyous expression on his face before he pulls away.
“More unnatural than the flesh of the living dead?” The twinkle in his eye tugs at your heart.
But you only roll your eyes, not attempting to hide your smile.
“Oh yes, cuddling with corpses has always been my preference anyway.” You turn back to the food you were preparing.
Oddly warm arms slip around your waist once more, your over leans down to rest his head on your shoulder to watch.
“It smells delicious, my love. Outdoing yourself once again.”
You scoff, momentarily curious to if he ever tasted half the ingredients while alive.
“But,” he grins, fangs slipping out and grazing your neck teasingly. “it could never be near as divine tasting as you, my sweet, sweet beloved.”
“Do you want to eat before or after me, dear?” As you finish your task.
He pretends to give it thought, making a little sound while re-resting his chin on your shoulder.
“After. Your tiredness is perfect for stealing more affection and cuddles.”
Your lift your hand, it slips through his silk-like soft hair with ease causing him to sign in content.
“Agreed, but without the blanket please?” Moving away from him to finish your meal.
He chuckles again, sliding the fabric off and folding it neatly.
“Does it truly bother you that much?” He inquires.
“I’m used to the frigid touch of someone who hasn’t had pumping blood in centuries, thank you for the attempt though.” you turn, pulling him to you and place a kiss to the corner of his familiarly cold lips. “You really are so sweet.”
Your sweet touch causes him a lovestruck and dopey smile, he would surely blush if he could.
“If I go bathe in ice could we cuddle sooner?” The near childishness in the voice of such a ‘creature of the night’ makes you grin.
“Too cold.” He pouts at your words, shoulders falling limp.
“Besides,” you hum, “if you ever need warmed up I’m sure I could get my body to suffice.” You peak at him, tongue tied and somehow more pale.
“How would that work?” He gulps, mouth suddenly very dry.
“I’m sure we could figure something out darling.”