“I may start shit,” leans on expensive car, “but I never finish it.”
She/They/He. Collector of the dark and broody rolled in leather. Icecreamaholic. Dimple enthusiast.
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What settings do I write in?
Fandoms
Supernatural
OUAT
Doctor Who
Marvel
COD
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Monsters
Aliens
AUs
What do I write about?
Smut
Fluff
Angst
Headcannons
Scenarios
Oneshots/drabbles
Character x OC
What won’t I write about?
Watersports/scat
Incest/stepcest
Pedophilia
Overall, I write for my own enjoyment and post so others have the chance to maybe enjoy the nonsense that would otherwise sit in my notes/docs app. Thank you for reading!
For future reference, tags will be rotten-drabbles-[fandom]. So for the MCU it would be rotten-drabbles-MCU! Hope this helps. :]
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Tags: Monsters!CODAU, tentacles, we like soft boy König, he is on leave.
Konig manages to score another date, in a bit of disbelief he takes some flowers.
Warnings: Explicit. Porn without Plot.
König had taken a mostly normal form so as to not scare her on their 12th date. Yes, twelfth. She wanted to see him more than she had fingers. He could barely believe she wanted to see him again. He shifted in place. A new garment, she told him she liked trees so he had gotten the closest to tree green as he could, hung over his face, hiding the part of him that he could never get to look humanoid.
He wore a button up with a wool vest layered over it and a pair of tan cargo pants. He tried to shirk as much of the military uniform as he could, especially when he was around her.
He lifted his hand to knock at her apartment door, the paper around the bouquet of flowers crinkling in his other hand. His breath caught in his throat, nerves raking through him, maybe he should go home, what if she doesn’t even want to see him.
The door opening pauses the spinning of emotions. She was stunning. The outfit she wore fit her so well. His hearts stutter as she meets his eyes.
“Come in,” she says, flashing him that breathtaking smile.
“Thank you,” his voice is quiet and a bit rougher than normal. He swallows, trying to clear his throat without making that noise, worried he may do anything wrong. He steps past her, ducking slightly to enter her small home.
Habitually, he slips his shoes off at the door and takes in her living space.
It is cozy. Pictures of pets mixed in with paintings, some he recognized, some he didn’t. The sofa sat beneath the window, the TV opposite of it.
He turns his attention to her as the door clicks shut.
“I got you these,” he murmurs, handing her the bouquet of flowers before he chickened out.
“They’re beautiful,” she replies, looking up at him with what looked like gratitude in her eyes, maybe even softness.
Was he reading too much into it?
“I’m glad you like them,” he nods in response, following her to the table as she sets them there to retrieve a vase.
He watches her gather one and fill it. Enraptured in the simple intimacy of the act. He wanted to watch her move about her home all the time.
“How’s work?” He asks, wanting to hear her voice again. The sparkle in her eyes as she begins talking drawing him in like a moth to flame.
König sat beside her on her bed. She lay with her head in his lap, his fingers carefully scraping that spot on her neck.
He had long forgotten the movie that she was watching. Instead he watched the rise and fall of her chest, the way her face shifted in response to the scenes. Even the smile that tugged at her lips as her eyes flick to the corner of her eyes meeting his before she rolls over her face against his stomach.
“What-?” His voice quivers as she gently lifts his t-shirt, her tongue skirts along his happy trail, sending warmth straight to his definitely not hidden bulge.
“Scheiße,“ he grunts, his hands sliding from her head and shoulders to grasp at the bedding. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kleine. If we start, I don’t know if I will be able to stop,” his words are jagged, barely restrained as she moves between his thighs sending him a downright sinful look.
“Maybe I want to see what you can do,” she taunts, her hand sliding up his thigh to palm his aching cock through the tented trousers.
“Fuck,” he grunts, rolling his hips into her touch, his eyes drooping as he white knuckles the bedding.
She slides his belt free, the click nearly sending him.
He moves, flipping her onto her back, yanking his belt from its loops, tearing one or two.
Her eyes widen and her lips part as he carefully maneuvers his shirts off while keeping his hood on.
“I’ve been trying to be good,” he mumbles, tugging her bottoms off to reveal her sweet cunt, “to not be a-a what do you mortals call it? A pervert. But fuck,” he groans nipping and kissing her inner thighs to where her sweet scent came from.
He pauses and looks up at her, studying her face.
“If you don’t like something, tell me,” he whispers, almost afraid to break whatever they had, kneading the soft plushness of her thighs.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes soft as she nods, her fingers entangling in the bedsheets.
That was all he needed, he moves his hood so he can access her cunt. The tentacles that safeguard his mouth separate, to allow him to truly taste her. He drags the length of his tongue up her cunt, leaving her pussy more wet with each pass.
Her taste was intoxicating. Divine in a way nothing else could be. He moans against her not able to get enough, his tentacles acting with minds of their own, using this moment to caress her thighs, press into her, and suckle gently to her skin.
His hips roll into the bed. Dumbly humping the mattress as he laps her slick up hungrily. He pauses as she jolts, a moan tugging from her. In his hazed state, he makes another pass, trying to figure out what made her jerk. He pauses as he finds a small slightly hard pearl, flicking it again.
Her hands shoot to his head, and he groans.
“Like that?” He pants against her between lapping at her sweet cunt.
Her moans and thighs squeezing his head are his only answer.
A whimper slips from him as his cock catches against the bed, rubbing deliciously but not enough.
He grinds desperately, wanting to taste her until she snapped.
Her breathing shuddered and her thighs squeezed his head, her hands holding his head against her cunt, there was no need. The large man had no interest in being anywhere else.
She keened, before jolting her hips, trying to push him away, her clit overstimulated.
“Sorry,” he slurs, crawling up to her. He presses his face into the crook of her neck, trying to ignore the urge to grind against her.
“S’ok,” she mumbles, reaching for his pants.
“I can wait,” he whimpers as she slips his aching cock free. The blunt head was red and leaking, the bump at the base and the fact that he was uncut frightened off other possible partners.
“No,” she answers, her thighs wrapping around his waist, urging him closer.
“Wait-Wait,” he rambles, pawing at her thighs, the desperate urge to plow into her, to stuff her full of him clawing through him.
He moves off the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes, before turning her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips, and standing at the edge of the bed, guiding her closer.
“Easier,” he mumbles, dipping his head so his tentacles could feel her back.They suckled at her flesh, leaving light red rings, as he notched his cock at her entrance.
She rolls her hips back feeding in the tip.
König whimpers against her shoulder, resting his head there as he gasps for air, trying not to slam into her. She flexed around him and the edges of his vision blurred.
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he hisses out as she rolls against him again, sliding him in further.
“You won’t,” she hums, arching just so he glides further in.
“Fu uck,” he sucks in a breath and his hips jolt forward.
She moans in reply, her cunt squeezing around him.
He whimpers an apology, his restraint snapping into a million pieces. His vision blurs as he ruts into her. The control he holds so tightly over the eldritch part of him, slips. Tentacles unfurl from the tattoos along his arms, the base along his back. They curl around her thighs spreading them allowing him better access.
Her cunt flutters around him and he nips at her shoulder. Another one of those pretty moans slipping from her mouth.
Wet slick guides the mass of his cock in and out. Their mixed scent, the suckling of his tentacles, her moans, and the way she gripped him were all he could perceive.
He glides his hand down her torso to her stomach, hissing as he feels himself inside her with every thrust. Her lower abdomen bulged from his size. The coil wrapped and wrapped.
“Gonna-,” his voice falters as he spurts ropes of cum into her. Stars litter his vision as he continues rutting into her. Fucking all of his cum into her sweet cunt.
“So perfect, meine liebling,” he peppers her neck in licks and nips as she collapses into the bed.
He grunts as he slides out with a wet pop. She whimpers, her eyes squeezing closed as he watches cum slide down her thigh.
His cock stirs as he scoops it up and presses it back into her.
He collapses beside her, tugging her into a spooning position and slots his half mast cock back into her.
“Want it to stay,” he mumbles, tiredly.
She hums in approval, rolling into him. His cock hardened and he gripped her hip, stopping her.
“Sleep, Süße,” he nuzzles against her hair. Smelling her through his hood.
König stirred before she did. The sun shines through the window, across her. He was immediately aware that his left arm was asleep and his cock, now solid again, was deep in her cunt.
She sucks in a breath and grinds against him in her sleep.
König holds back a curse, gripping her hip to stop her.
She whines frustrated in her sleep.
“Sorry,” he whispers shakily, moving his hand away. He tries to ignore the way she rocked against him, the way her cunt sucked at him.
He whimpers pathetically, pressing a knuckle between his teeth. A tentacle glides between her thighs, flicking curiously at the bud. She moans, her eyes fluttering open.
“Please,” he shudders out, his free hand white knuckling the bedding.
She nods and slides him further in. Squelch. Cum squirted down his shaft causing him to curse. He slides free and turns her on her back.
She raises her brows.
“Want to see you as you finish,” he grips her thighs and presses back into her.
“Want you to fuck me,” she groans, gliding her hands along his arms to where the tentacles were still sprouted. He hadn’t bothered to put the big ones away.
“Yeah?” He groans as her nails skirt his shoulders. He snaps his hips, grunting as she sinks them into his skin.
Her head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as he begins to pummel into her. With every thrust, more cum leaks free. Frothing along his shaft. It doesn’t take long for him to snap and fuck more cum into her.
Her body shudders as he slides free and shimmies down her body.
“What-?” Her voice is cut off as he drags his tongue along her pussy. Her body jerks, and his tentacles grip her thighs, lifting them so he can eat her properly.
He groans and presses on her stomach. Cum oozing down her thighs and König whines at her.
“Meine,” he huffs, licking at her thighs before moving to her abused cunt and lapping her clean.
Tags: Monsters!AU, working on OC for this world, post apocalyptic, might make her vampire might not.
In a world alone, she seeks solace in the church she grew up in.
Warnings: Dudes, they be fucking in the church aka it is very depraved.
The gods had long since disappeared. Gone for an age and abandoned them. Her grandfather told her stories about them. Their guiding hands and calming voices.
She could not help but wonder if they too were just in her grandfather’s imagination. Were they ever really there?
Rocks crunched underfoot as she makes her way through the wreckage that used to be a city. Massive glass towers slumped over, Mother Nature had long since reclaimed the silver spires.
Birds called overhead, a soft meow draws her attention. A small cat had been trailing after her for about a week at this point. Eating any scraps she tossed its way, hissing at the dog that was always at her heels. She had not named either of them, names were not exactly her strong suit,and she did not want to name them something that would embarrass them.
Other animals could be heard shifting rocks and searching for food throughout the city. But she ignored most of them, heading towards the outcropping.
She went there every day to make an offering purely, out of habit nothing more. It made her feel less alone. The temple was the only thing really standing without much weathering.
Stone segments that carved towards the sky, multicolored glass broken or stained by the rain or sun. A stone statue of a woman stood at the entrance, her head long since gone. Worn down, but she still stood.
Inside the temple, were stone pews that were in circular rows. In the center was a skylight, a tree grew strongly from the broken flooring.
The dog stopped right past the entrance, walking over to flop on a piece of carpet with an old pillow she had found. She had put it together for the little beast because she felt bad when he had slept on the hard stone floor the first time.
Past the tree was the alter, above it the guardian of the temple. Large majestic wings adorn its back, curly horns, its face set in a snarl, it had what looked to be razor-sharp canines and matching fore claws. Its tail curled around its pedestal, holding it in place.
She glanced towards the skylight and saw the sun was heading down. Lanterns magically flicker to life, the door squeaking closed.
Mischief creeps into her mind and she smiles to herself before climbing up the alter to where she is just beneath the guardian. She lifts a hand and glides two fingers up the cool stone of its tail, humming softly as she goes.
Beneath her fingers, she feels the change happen as the sun finally moves to where the guardian is no longer in its rays. The flesh of his tail coils around her wrist as he was freed there first.
She shifts onto her knees so she can get closer. A soft hum settles in her bones as she lifts his tail to her mouth, flattening her tongue and drawing it against the sensitive underside. The tail flinches in her hands, sending an ache straight to her core.
She tilts her head up to see his eyes glowing down at her. A growl rumbles from his chest, she smiles at him flicking her tongue across the tip of his tail.
A mix between a snarl and a smirk stretches across her guardian’s face as he presses his tail against her tongue. She parts her lips, urging him on and he gradually presses further into her mouth.
He grunts softly, hissing as she takes more of his tail. She nearly gags on it, her eyes watering as he presses it against the back of her throat.
He hums in response and pulls it free, gliding the tip down her chin. The air chilling her spit instantly as he drags it down her chin and neck, wetting her skin.
He moves fast, almost too fast for her eyes to register. Then he is on her, pressing her back to the alter, scattering cold half melted candles across the ground.
“Teasing me already?” He tuts, clicking his tongue.
She offers him a smile and bats her eyes.
With a single claws he tears right through her t-shirt.
“That was my favorite shirt!” She huffs, squirming beneath his iron grip.
“A penance for your sins, my treat,” he purrs dipping his head to wet a strip up her neck.
Heat glides down her in response, her breath stutters, and her thighs clamp to ease the growing ache.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asks, nipping at her ear, sending tingles along her scalp.
“To be punished?” His tail circles her thigh, slowing climbing and pressing past the shorts she wore.
Her skin was suddenly to warm, heat rolled through her building in her core. A soft whimper falls from her lips as she nods.
“Use your words,” his tail glides higher, almost like a snake, flicking across her inner thigh taunting achingly close to where she craves his touch but never giving her the full satisfaction.
“Please,” she pants, her mouth drying as his mouth dips and he flicks his tongue down the valley between her breasts.
“Please what?” he hums, shifting to hold her arms above her head with one hand and sliding the other to move her shirt off enough to reveal to her chest to his hungry gaze.
“Please fuck me,” the words were shaky as the tip of his tail ghosted her cunt.
“Good girl,” his tail circles her clit, making her squirm and pant beneath him. He moves freeing her wrists, tugging her shorts free and tossing them aside. Sharp claws trace back up her thighs, she parts them eagerly for him.
They were cold against her cunt, pressing the pads against the entrance but not past. He chuckles, a low deep gravely rumble that sends more heat through her.
“Already soaked for me.”
A yelp yanks free from her lips as he flips her onto her stomach. His tail curls around her wrists, holding them above her head, his hands spreading her thighs out so her back arches.
“So pretty,” he purrs dragging a hand down her side, scraping his claws across her skin with a soft hum.
She sucks in a breath as he pulls her thighs apart, looking down she could see his cock peaking out between her thighs. Mostly grey like the rest of him, the head a darker color. It was thick, rigid, and leaking precum.
She squirmed against her restraints, desperate to grind her cunt against his shaft.
“So needy,” he coos, lifting her higher. Pain fluttered at her shoulders and she whined at him.
His laugh echoes in her head as his cock nudges at her entrance. Her mouth waters as he slides past her lips, guided in by her soaked cunt.
“Fuck,” she keens as he begins to rock against her. One of his hands holds her hips still so he has leverage to fuck her, the other slides down her stomach to flick her clit.
His breath fans her ear, her back pressed to his chest. He moves them so he is sitting and she is in his lap, bouncing on his cock.
She whines and babbles at him. Her head spinning as his tail keeps her hands firmly above her head.
His finger circles her clit in tune with his thrusts, heat rolls through her. Curling tighter and tighter, her breath shuddering.
“‘m gonna breed this perfect little cunt,” he growls, the ridges of his knot pressing against her clit.
Her head falls back as the coil snaps heat rushing through every cell of her body, her mouth falling open as her body shakes and shudders around his cock.
“Yes,” he snarls snapping up into her and popping his knot in her past her lips. His thrusts don’t slow or pause. He continues fucking her through her climax, through her shuddering with overstimulation, pleas of a break, and cries as he slams her through another.
“That’s a good girl,” he groans, his claws digging into her thighs as she milks him, his climax scorching through him. Ropes of cum paint her walls as he continues rocking into her.
He grunts and hisses as she lulls against him, he shifts to sit, holding her against his chest as he waited for the knot to soften so he could slide free.
He pats her head and presses a kiss to her sweat dampened temple.
“My sweet, sweet prayer,” he murmurs against her skin, inhaling her scent. “My goddess.”
She hums in response as sleep drags her into its sweet embrace.
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