hey here’s something cute I wrote @terato-imagines about our gross ocs and how Hadi sucks at shutting up
"Hey Hadi," says Idris suddenly, stopping him mid-sentence. Hadi perks up, looks at him, curious. "Uh, I. What if I just..." He's never that good at actually speaking with Hadi, his tongue gets all tangled. But actions speak louder than words right? He moves before he can doubt himself, first to pull Hadi in to kiss him, then to guide Hadi's head down between his spread legs.
Hadi understands at once. "Found a better use for my mouth, eh?" he asks, hot breath rolling over Idris' slit as he laughs. But he's eager; while Idris blushes at the comment, he pushes forward, pressing his mouth between his legs and letting his tongue slide out against his slit.
Anyway remember three weeks ago when I thieved that idea from @nsfwbutts and then didn’t post anything for twelve years, hahaha
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2,280 words, dick reader, slightly weird genitals, heat, accidentally an OC
You're practically shaking when Hadi Iravani climbs into the back of your car. You'd heard he was in town, of course—you follow his twitter, after all—but you had never dreamed that it might be him when you got the ping for a rider named Hadi. After all, aren't musicians supposed to have private limos and bodyguards?
But here he is, lean body falling into your back seat, making himself at home across the bench as you attempt to sound not at all shocked by his existence. "So, uh. The Hilton, right?"
He has the same easy smile you've seen in his photo shoots. It makes your insides buzz. "That's right. Sorry, I know it's sort of out of the way. Kind of made made a big show of taking off, so I can't call momma bird for help."
You have no idea what he's talking about, but you also don't really mind much. His voice is oddly soothing; you could listen to it all day. "It's no problem. I, uh, I'm actually sort of a fan."
Hadi lights up. "No shit?" His hand appears next to your face, and hangs there until you hit a red light and turn to shake it as you offer your name. "Can't believe it. You coming to the show tomorrow? Don't sweat it. Tell you what, send me your info, I'll make sure you get a ticket."
The ride seems pretty normal; Hadi chats you up for awhile, and you try not to lust after the sound of his voice. You don't realize anything is amiss until you hear the unmistakeably aroused gasp from your back seat.
You nearly slam the brake. As it is, your hands squeeze around the wheel as you try to ignore the sudden, throbbing ache of your cock. You let out just a soft breath, but Hadi catches it: his laugh is soft and airy and cuts off with a grunt. He must be touching himself, you think, feeling your cheeks flush hot. Right now, in your car, Hadi is touching himself. "Sorry about this," he says, husky. "I swear I don't normally do this, but... you said you're a fan, right?"
You hesitate, wetting your lips. You can already see where this line of questioning is leading, but the very suggestion in your own mind... it's all you can do not to pull over right now. "Yeah," you say after a moment. "For awhile now."
Hadi's smirk is almost audible. "You ever dream of hooking up with me?"
"You aren't serious," you say, laughing nervously. You glance in the rear view at him. He's staring back, intense. It doesn't help matters any. "Fuck. This can't be real. People don't do this in real life."
Hadi snorts, then twitches in your mirror. He's definitely touching himself. The thought makes you shudder. "They don't," he agrees. "I don't do this. But with the tour and everything, my cycle's all fucked up... So, how about it? Help a guy out here. Heck, I'll throw in a few extra bucks." He digs out his wallet and peers into it. "Like, eighty bucks. Plus the ticket."
You'd do it for free, but you aren't stupid enough to say that out loud. "What should I..."
"Pull over," Hadi says before you can finish the thought, his voice pitching with need. His belt jingles as he loosens it and starts pushing his jeans off. "Doesn't matter where. Just get back here."
You find an empty side street and park along the side of the road, too preoccupied with Hadi's request to worry much about onlookers. Once you open the passenger door, however, you admit you hesitate. Hadi is naked from the waist down, thighs spread in as much welcome as he can manage in the narrow back seat. This is not terribly unusual. What stops you is the slick, dark slit between his legs, and the dark, tapered appendage rising out of it about where a cock should be. Hadi is stroking it idly, the tip curling around his fingers. It's not much bigger than the width of his hand. The word cute comes to mind, somehow.
Hadi meets your gaze when you don't move to join him. "You can keep a secret, right?"
"What the fuck is that?" Not your most eloquent moment. His whole sex is shiny with slick. You find yourself wondering what that tentacle-esque appendage feels like.
Hadi pulls a face and brushes his free hand through the longer hair on top of his head, glancing away. "I'm not, you know, exactly totally human. It's not usually a problem. My people make sure I get taken care of when I'm in heat."
"Heat?!"
He ignores your interruption. "I'm usually real good about this, and... look, I really fucked up here, so if you could just keep this on the DL and get in here? I promise it doesn't bite, I just really need some help."
It's a pretty simple request. And hell, maybe it's the late hour, maybe it's because it's attached to Hadi frickin' Iravani, but you find yourself joining him, awkwardly stuffing yourself in on top of him. Hadi's grinning again, but he looks relieved, appreciative. You smile weakly, then look down at his peculiar anatomy. "So, um. How does this... work?"
He takes your hand and brings it to his body, giving you permission to explore. "I'm already so fucking wet... but you can mess around if you want. But show me your cock, okay?"
"My...?" It's a stupid, parroted reply. But you still feel like you're in a dream, touching his dick. Touching Hadi Iravani's dick. His fucked up alien tentacle dick, sure, but still.
Hadi must notice something in your expression. His laugh is a little off. "I know, it's weird. First hook-up I ever had almost broke his neck falling out my window. It's okay, let me help." He's more flexible than you are, and slides far enough to reach your jeans. Then he's shoving down your clothing to unveil your cock. He actually licks his lips. "Ah, look at that," he says, wrapping a hand around your shaft. He strokes you once, and you whimper. You blush at the sound, but Hadi is staring down. "Yeah, this is gonna feel good. And you're already hard, that's perfect."
You swallow. Hadi Iravani is holding your dick. He's about to be doing a lot more than that. You shudder. "Yeah, probably pheromones or something," you mutter, flushing again.
His laugh comes easier. "I don't have pheromones. This is all you, baby." He groans suddenly, cursing as you trace the outside of his entrance. His cock wraps around your hand like it intends to pull you in. "Look, I don't want to seem desperate, but if you're raring to go here, I'm aching for it."
You look up, mind still working half as fast as it should be. "What?" You're slightly transfixed, now that you're over the initial shock.
Hadi pushes his hips up, trying to expose himself further. "I brought you back here to fuck me, so come on."
Oh. Shit. Right. You fumble, mumbling out some apology, and shift his body so you can press yourself against his slit. You hesitate again, but he is nothing but encouraging, squeezing his legs around you. "Go ahead, and don't hold back. I can take it, I promise."
Hadi hisses as you finally push into him, and you gasp out a curse; his slit is pulling at you, trying to swallow you all at once, and soon you're flush against him. Hadi arches against you, hands reaching up to grasp the handle in the ceiling. "Yeah, I knew it'd feel good," he sighs as he clenches around you. His dick is sliding against your stomach, leaving a trail of slime. "Fuck, yeah. Just wreck it for me, baby."
His slit drags you back with every thrust, fighting with every pull, crashing your hips together in a loud crash. Each one pulls a fresh, guttural noise from Hadi, who rolls his hips against you, hungry for more. "Fuck," he gasps out, trembling under you. "Fuck, fuck me harder, please. I need it bad, baby. Fill me up, please."
"Just as chatty when you're getting fucked, huh?" you pant out, without thinking. Hadi laughs, though. You pull his body up against yours to rabbit into him, unable to resist the tight sleeve of his slit. Not like you want to. God, you're close, but you try to will the feeling away; you want to impress him, somehow. Even though you know you can't outlast that perfect crush around your cock, you still want to try your best to satisfy his hungry slit.
Hadi keens, a sudden and desperate sound, and his legs close around you, pulling you even closer to him. His slit squeezes around you like a vice; you moan, hips still pumping even as he grabs you even tighter, locking you inside him. "Ah, fuck, Hadi." His slit pulses around you, milking your cock. "I'm gonna come, please," you whine, but Hadi doesn't hear. He's oddly silent as his body shakes in orgasm against you, pulling you closer as though he might be able to take any more of you. As if you have more to give. You can feel the slime drip onto your skin and the seat beneath you, but that doesn't feel like it matters now. You thrust against him once more, still trapped inside him, hearing the filthy squelch of his slit, until finally you can't hold back anymore. Your own voice, lewd and indistinct, fills your ears as you come, hands squeezing tight around Hadi's waist. His slit pulses around you, drinking up every drop of your seed, until finally you have nothing left to give him, and your muscles uncoil, slow, arms shaking as you try to keep yourself from falling onto him.
Hadi is panting under you. His slit clenches every few seconds, pulsing, but the tension has finally eased in his body, and he sinks into the bench. It's ages before he blinks, wearily, eyes refocusing to look up at you, then down at the spot where you're still connected. "Fuck," he says.
"Jesus Christ," he says.
"Fuck me," he says.
Still breathing hard yourself, you feel the same way. You tug gently back, but his slit has a tight hold on you. You swallow, uncomfortable, and clear your throat to try to dislodge that note of anxiety. "So, uh. Do you want to talk about this?"
Hadi looks down again, grimacing. He's sweat through his shirt, and his thighs are slick with his own blueish arousal. "I just... really needed that. Don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to ignore my handlers... You did a great job, by the way. Thank God you were willing to take that hit, right?"
You aren't really listening. Hadi is behaving like this is totally normal, and maybe for him it is, but you're starting to feel a bubble of panic in your gut overriding the warmth of orgasm. "Uh. Can you let me go?"
Hadi blinks. "Oh. Oh! Uh, yeah. Give it like, five minutes. It'll let go on its own. Damn thing has a mind of its own." He reach between you, fingers peeling his dick off its hold around yours to let it curl on his hand. "I'm sorry about this, I wasn't really thinking. Just figured, hey, here's someone willing to fuck me, and God did I need it. But Christ, in your car and everything."
"It's fine." You swallow with a little difficulty, but if Hadi says you'll be fine, well, he would know. "So, uh. What the fuck are you?"
Hadi snorts. "Guess it's a fair question. Don't have a good answer, though. I've just always been like this. Fuck, I can't believe this. Tomorrow's gonna be hell."
"You can't deal with it before?"
Hadi shakes his head. "I mean, I will. I'll have to. It's still gonna be a pain, though. Speaking of which..." He fishes his phone from the pocket of his jacket and snaps a picture of the tie despite your weak protest. "Gotta let Armand know what's holding me up," he explains after.
You tug again. Still stuck. "So what happens next?"
His phone vibrates as he slides it back into his pocket. Had ignores it. "Well, once it lets you go, you get back in the driver's and get me to my hotel, maybe come up for another go if Armand doesn't slaughter you. Oh, and I gotta find you a ticket. Front row, I think. Seems fair."
"And uh, who's Armand?" you ask, wondering how hyperbolic he's being. You won't really be murdered, surely. Not over Hadi.
Hadi doesn't even notice how you pale. "Momma bird. That guy I ran away from." His slit suddenly loosens a little, and with difficulty you finally pull out of him. It's a relief to see that you're still intact, even if Hadi had said everything would be fine. Hadi eases up into a more comfortable position as you sit back on the opposite side of the car, and he grabs his jeans left discarded on the floor. "He'll barely notice you, probably. He's gonna be more concerned about me being in heat. But, you know. He'll want to know you're not gonna go around telling people about me. Not that anyone would believe you."
Well, that's true. You're staring right at it and you still hardly believe it. Even if it's tempting you to accept that offer for a second round. "Well, let's start by getting you to your hotel."
Babe! What if (in the same universe that the monster insta takes place) there are porn videos of someone tying up their monster s/o and talking about what turns them on (in like pseudo documentary style) from behind a hand held camera, so the only part you see of the person is their hands. The monster would prolly be gagged or muzzled so all they could do is whine and moan for the camera as seemingly disembodied hands get them off
so like I think I mentioned this in another discussion about the instagram thing but I’m too lazy to find the post but this is pretty much a thing that exists in the ‘verse with my mermaid boy
and in that verse mers are kind of a nuisance because I’m trashy and enjoy suffering, so the humans who date mers are kind of a small online community type trying to help each other out
and cause most anatomy-type videos that come up on mers are dissections and stuff, an entrepreneuring fellow and their mermaid partner have taken it upon themselves to make educational mermaid-friendly videos and it’s basically that:
The camera is angled a little above the mermaid, and looking down over him length-wise. His tail moves gently through the water, but Noah can see the small twitch of arousal there, which becomes more pronounced when the human's hand rests on his stomach, a little above his slightly parted slit.
The human begins to speak. "So a lot of people have been asking exactly what how mermaids work, and we thought we'd make a little educational video about it. I want to point out that Farro is a completely willing subject, despite how it may look." He strokes his hand across the mermaid's slit, specifically, it seems, to make him twitch, then says, "Let's begin. Hold still, Farro. Now, if you're already mated to a mermaid, then you'll know some of this. For example, you likely know that mermaids' genital slits flush pink when they're aroused, and that the flush becomes very sensitive."
so yeah you could say I am very on board with this idea
I feel like Zarkon is a hell detatched dom towards Flint. Like he knows the trick Flint is trying to pull of domming yet still botteming and that's just going to make Zarkon all the more teasing to Flint but his uncaring attitude to it pisses Flint off. Becase Zarkon knows what Flint is doing he's just not going to bother to acknowledge it because in the end it's him mainly domming and it angers Flint.
Zar just completely ignoring Flint’s attempts to push him into doing what he wants tho and Flint just getting pissed off (hmm maybe with a little extra dose of “this shouldn’t be arousing and I hate you for getting me hot”?)
“Just fuck me already,” Flint snarls, thrashing against the hand on his neck. Zar has two thick fingers inside him, stretching him out, but he seems fully interested in working him open instead of claiming his victory. “You’ve got me down, so what are you waiting for? Or are you too weak to take it? I’d heard it was that witch of yours with the real power in your empire.” Not a pause in his rhythm. Not so much as a hitch, even when he rubs down against Flint’s prostate and makes him buck. Flint’s as furious as he is aroused, and Zar isn’t even listening to him.
my kink lately: a couple of monster mates adopting a human pet being kind & caring masters who absolutely Love to play w/ their pet in every sense of the word. of course i am a massive sub so i'm Super Into the idea of being dommed by two ppl who like... Care about me, sort of, but care about each other more, so i'm more of an accessory? they only pay attention to the pet to give it instruction & to see its cute reactions to gettin fucked. it's just there to look nice & be obedient & warm. mmm
,Anon I love that shit and I don’t know why I just love? Third parties to things? Not like a cuckold situation but just. Two people being obsessed with each other and having a third join them and it’s good and perfect. Idk that hits me where I live.
“Mm, I think your pet wants some attention,” sighs T, their fingers stroking gently at their partner’s crest. J lifts their head from between T’s legs and looks at you, licking T’s arousal from their lips. You whimper, your need plain between your legs.
J coos softly and beckons you to join them, and you’re quick to hop up onto the bed with them. Their fingers slide over your sex, drawing a soft moan from you. “Poor thing, left all alone while we have all the fun, isn’t that right?” You nod, whimpering a little as they tease you. It doesn’t help that they look so enticing when they play together without you. J looks at their partner. “What do you think, my sweet? Should we take care of our pet?”
You yelp in surprise at T’s sudden touch against your entrance, teasing a moment before their finger eases into you. “It has been awhile, hasn’t it?” You whine slightly as their finger draws out. T is quick to respond with a soft smack. “Hush, needy thing. And present yourself to me if you want my cock so much.” You look back in time to see their cock slide from their slit, and feel weak in the knees as you present yourself to them, knees set wide.
Before you, J moves so they can guide your head between their own legs, pulling your mouth to their own slick slit. You press your mouth to them eagerly, shivering with delight as they moan softly and stroke your head, murmuring, “Good pet. They’re going to love your cock, T.”
“They seemed jealous enough when you took it last night,” T replies with a smirk, and then you feel their slick, tapered head press into your entrance, and you moan into J’s slit. Each of them holds you still as T slides slowly into you, and when their hips meet yours, J lifts your head a moment to look at you.
“I wish you could see their face,” they tell T, grinning at you. “They look so happy to be filled up.” Their finger trails over your cheek before they let you return to licking their slit.
“You need to take better care of your pets,” T says, mock sternly. “You shouldn’t let them get so worked up.” They groan and jerk their hips against you. “That’s alright, though; I’ll take care of them for you. Just like I do you.”
J chuckles and strokes your hair again. “Hear that, pet? T’s going to take good care of you. Now keep going.”
GOREY! I need to vent abt a kink of mine. I am so into wings. Specifically like, angel or demon characters with wings. Especially angels that have heat/molting cycles. Imagine their wings dripping wet with wing oil and them trying not to moan even though their wings are more sensitive than usual. Im gross.
Okay first of all I had never heard of wing oil so I Googled it and I had no idea this was a thing that birds had and did this is so neat gosh
Second of all this is great but now I’m thinking about any kind of bewinged monster having breeding plumage and try to show off to impress you with their gorgeous breeding plumage.
Anyway idk shit about birds and moulting so this is basically guaranteed to be inaccurate but I hope you won’t hate me anon:
Their wing twitches as you pull it gently open, but they don’t pull away from you. “You’re so beautiful,” you murmur, running a gentle hand along the arm of the wing.
They let out a soft, restrained whine. “I’m moulting,” they reply, needy but amused. “I’ll be beautiful when my breeding plumage comes in.” Their fingers grip around your leg, and so do their thighs, but despite soft twitch of their hips, it’s your hand feeling the muscle of their wing that makes them moan against your pant leg. They say something, but it’s muffled against your thigh.
You rub your thumb against the grain of the soft feathers, and feel the moan through your pant leg, the death-grip on your flesh. “What was that, my dear?” you ask sweetly, as though you haven’t noticed; their wings are always sensitive, but you’ve never seen them react so intensely to your ministrations before. How far can you push them?
“Please,” they choke out after a moment, their body jerking against yours. They’re trembling, but they still don’t pull their wing away from your fingers.
You decide to rub your thumb the same away again, and drag another desperate sound from them. “Please what? Should I stop, dearest? Are you hurt?”
The sound they make is almost a curse, then, “No! God, please. Anything but that. Please.”
That broken whine in their voice makes you ache, too, but that can come later. You run two fingers along the leading edge of the wing. “What do you think?” you ask, conversationally, “do you think you can orgasm just from this?” The reply is not really a yes or no; mostly just a sort of begging whine that makes your stomach clench in arousal. You smile, though they can’t see it, and push your other hand through their hair. “Why don’t we find out?”
I love camping and sometimes I think about how easy it would be to meet a cute monster to fall in love with out in a forest. Like I mention to friends about how I wanna live in a forest with a garden but is low key in hopes of dating a dragon or something
I actually have an au with the boys where jake is hiking the pnw trail and meets a monster and he feeds it and then it doesn’t leave him alone like god jake you’re a bad hiker
imagine camping out alone and it’s dark and kind of spoopy and you hear a noise, but when you finally dare yourself to look outside to see if your bearbag has been destroyed or something, you see a monster who’s accidentally gone and messed up your camp a bit (they just wanted to look no one ever lets them look). you show them your cool camping stuff and they show you some cool secrets spots in the area, and next thing you know you’re looking for a country home where you and they can have some lovely comfort and peace
or if you like small monsters, when you hear that noise, you go out ready to defend your things only to find the monster cornered by a bear, which you chase off before monster starts thanking you over and talking about how you saved them from being eaten and gosh you have nice eyes what’s your name
Shortfic about the supreme suffering of my life lmao, 554 words
gorey’s been having a lot of conflict between his surprise new libido and the fact that he keeps hurting himself and it’s really difficult to not JO even though his dick hurts
so enjoy this fic I guess
You know you're not supposed to. He told you not to. And you feel the immense guilt of his disappointment as you rub yourself off against a pillow, face pressed into his sweater for his scent, and to muffle the soft, desperate whines from your throat. You need it, you need to come. You cling tight to his sweater and jerk your hips, squeezing around the pillow between your legs.
You don't hear him come in. You're too worked up to realize anyone else is home, but you hear his voice, low and firm, "What do you think you're doing?" Another moan catches in your throat, and your hips twitch even through the ashamed heat in your cheeks as you keep humping the pillow. You're so close, you need it—
You stiffen when his hand squeezes around the back of your neck, a firm, reassuring, expectant touch. He's here now, properly, and you whimper with need as you stop. "I thought I told you not to touch yourself," he says, low. Not angry, but you still whine, knowing how you've disappointed him.
"I didn't," you tell him, and earn a soft chuckle. Technically, you haven't. But you've still been bad. "I can't help it, I need to," you continue, whining pathetically. You don't dare move now, not with his hand against your spine, but your hooded cock aches to be touched. "Please."
He sighs. His other hand eases you up, off the pillow, and over onto your back, and he sits down the bed a little. His hands feel cool against your thighs, sweating and quivering, and spread you apart gently, like you're still worth his time after such a bald defiance. "You need to rest. Remember how you hurt yourself last time? I don't want you to become desensitized, pet."
You look away, flushing. You know that. It's always for your own good, but... "I can't help it. I'm always horny. I need to come, please." The whine is so clear that even you find yourself a little annoyed, but he doesn't seem to mind. His fingers slide up your thighs to touch you gently, sparking arousal as he inspects you.
"You are pretty slick already," he admits, fingers sliding in the arousal of your dick slit. "And your little cock looks so hungry for attention." He rolls back the skin then, exposing your head, and you whine out another pleading word as his thumb slides across it. "Poor thing," he sighs at last, moving up to kneel between your legs so that his knees force you further apart. Fingers of his other hand ease into your cloaca, sliding easily on your slick. Your fingers reach up to wrap around a bar of the headboard, whining out his name as he pushes into you. "My poor little monster, can't even stop himself coming for one day, eh?"
"I'm sorry," you say, but it's halfhearted at best; you're so close to coming, your hips jerk against his fingers. "I won't do it again."
He laughs again. You both know that's not a promise you can keep. "Guess we'll have to find a way to keep you from hurting yourself, this time," he says with a playful voice, and thumbs the head of your cock again. "I'll take care of you, little monster, don't worry."
