She/Her, 26 years old, horny on the main, and this is the blog where I post my works of fiction!
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It's going to be a lot of monster porn. I'll write some fluff too of course.
Some of it will be about my OCs whom I love dearly.
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Anyway! To those of you who take the time to read my work, thank you and I hope you enjoy!
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Well I guess nows as good a time as any to actually break my prolonged silence and update you guys (thank you anon for reaching out. Sorry it took so long!!)
I am doing okay as of right now. To be blunt I definitely burned myself out pretty good on writing and then a BUNCH of shit happened in my personal life. Relationship status, living situation, all that kind of stuff. I'm okay though and am actually going back to school this year!
This is not by any means a goodbye post, its just an update post. I fully intend to comeback to Tumblr, to finish the requests that have been collecting dust in my inbox, to get back into working on Oscar and the other boys stories (to finish and post the 500 follower Duluk special đŤ˘). All of it!
I just don't know when that will be. I hope it will be sooner rather than later. But as of right now I don't have a set timeline for all of that
But thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has stuck around through my radio silence! And thank you to the new faces who still find me through my older works. I look forward to returning when I can đŠˇ
⨠đ§ââď¸ THIS IS THE WIP FAIRY VISIT - post three or more sentences from your current WIP đ§ââď¸ â¨
Oooo~ Why thank you for the visit WIP Fairy!
Here's a little sneakpeak at one of the requests I'm working on
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Jules let out another low growl as he lunged from the water. This time there would be no escape, this time Jules was faster. He collided with you, his soft fatty muscle squishing up against your body as he knocked you back onto the damp earth below. He hissed and bellowed as he sank his claws into your hips, lowering his head and attacking your neck with hot open mouthed kisses.
You writhed and squealed in delight. You would never grow tired of the way his sharp claws and teeth scraped at or sunk into your skin when he got you in his grasp, or the possessive growls that bubbled in his throat, or the way he always ruined and ripped your clothing whenever he was having his way with you. None of it would ever get boring, not as long as it was Jules doing those things.
I have been experiencing the longest bout of writers block I've ever experienced in my life, and on top of that, I've had a lot of personal stuff going on. But! I do have plans to return to writing soon. To finish the requests sitting in my inbox, finish up Ari and the boys remasters, and continue their stories!
Thank you so much to everyone who has followed me and continued to follow me even during the silence from my end
"Show, donât tell" means letting readers experience a story through actions, senses, and dialogue instead of outright explaining things. Here are some practical tips to achieve that:
1. Use Sensory Details
Tell: "The room was cold."
Show: "Her breath puffed in faint clouds, and she shivered as frost clung to the edges of the window."
Tell: "He was scared."
Show: "His hands trembled, and his heart thudded so loudly he was sure they could hear it too."
2. Focus on Actions
Tell: "She was angry."
Show: "She slammed the mug onto the counter, coffee sloshing over the rim as her jaw clenched."
Tell: "He was exhausted."
Show: "He stumbled through the door, collapsing onto the couch without even bothering to remove his shoes."
3. Use Dialogue
What characters say and how they say it can reveal their emotions, intentions, or traits.
Tell: "She was worried about the storm."
Show: "Do you think it'll reach us?" she asked, her voice tight, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt.
4. Show Internal Conflict Through Thoughts or Reactions
Tell: "He was jealous of his friend."
Show: "As his friend held up the trophy, he forced a smile, swallowing the bitter lump rising in his throat."
5. Describe the Environment to Reflect Mood
Use the setting to mirror or hint at emotions or themes.
Tell: "The town was eerie."
Show: "Empty streets stretched into the mist, and the only sound was the faint creak of a weathered sign swinging in the wind."
6. Let Readers Infer Through Context
Give enough clues for the reader to piece things together without spelling it out.
Tell: "The man was a thief."
Show: "He moved through the crowd, fingers brushing pockets, his hand darting away with a glint of gold."
7. Use Subtext in Interactions
Whatâs left unsaid can reveal as much as whatâs spoken.
Tell: "They were uncomfortable around each other."
Show: "He avoided her eyes, pretending to study the painting on the wall. She smoothed her dress for the third time, her fingers fumbling with the hem."
8. Compare to Relatable Experiences
Use metaphors, similes, or comparisons to make an emotion or situation vivid.
Tell: "The mountain was huge."
Show: "The mountain loomed above them, its peak disappearing into the clouds, as if it pierced the heavens."
Practice Example:
Tell: "The village had been destroyed by the fire."
Show: "Charred beams jutted from the rubble like broken ribs, the acrid smell of ash lingering in the air. A child's shoe lay half-buried in the soot, its leather curled from the heat."
Monster Boyfriend that insists on cockwarming you daily. He says he needs to keep your pussy nice and stretched to be able to take him.
âCome on baby, you know I need you on my cock at least once a day. It took me months of working your pretty pussy open just to be able to take all of me. You wouldnât want all my hard work to go to waste would you?â
It doesnât even matter what youâre doing, he wants his cock inside you. You canât deny him anyway when the stretch of his cock always feels so damn good đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤
Itâs like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, itâs this fictional guy whoâs got her wrapped around his finger. She knows itâs fucked upâknows sheâs out here daydreaming about someone whoâs not even realâbut who cares? This guy? Heâs everything. Heâs charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but thereâs just something about him that has her hooked. He doesnât even know she exists, but sheâs ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, sheâll defend his honor like itâs a fucking life-or-death mission.
Heâs a goddamn trainwreck, but heâs her trainwreck. Sheâll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. Heâs messed up, but sheâll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe itâs that thrill of knowing heâs dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but itâs the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.
And itâs never gonna happen, right? She knows that. Heâs not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesnât matter. Because she gets to have him on her termsâno messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. Heâs always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy sheâs built for herself. And maybe sheâs a little crazy for it, but at least with him, sheâs never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future togetherâit's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but sheâs never felt more alive.
Straddling your big monster husbandâs chest while you pull his hair and sloppy make out and heâs just a whimpering mess about it is actually so important to me
Hi! I've recently started exploring the monster fucking community, and am a little more than embarrassed to request this, but I've decided to say fuck it, honestly; it's my internet experience and I can curate it how I want lmao
Can I request a smut piece where Fem! Reader is a frequent to a small, private outcropping of a beach. There's a (idk what they're called, but:) merman that's half octopus instead of half fish that's been watching her and slowly gets closer when he sees that she is more intrigued than anything when she finally sees him; time goes by and she discovers that he can, in fact, speak English, he was just too shy to speak at all at first. Somehow (you can choose) she ends up in the water swimming with him and it turns spicy, maybe?
The only detail that I am stuck on is the octoman(lol) having short hair(omg, could reader play with his hair at some point while he has his head in her lap??? That'd be so cute!), I just don't really vibe with long hair that much. Other than that, I'm not too picky; I wanted to give you enough to work with, without stifling your ability to play with it and get creative... if you need any more info, please feel free to drop by my dms!
Thanks in advance!â¤ď¸
You're damn right its your internet experience!!
I got this done waaay sooner than I expected to have it done because I was just so fucking (pun intended) excited to write this prompt
Also thank you again for your help the other day! It really meant a lot
Enjoy your octomans~
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Octopus!Merman x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, tentacle smut
Hehehe, slimy warm tentacles make the brain go brrrrr
Also I learned that male octopi use their tentacles to give sperm to females. Soooo
Under The Sea
You were a frequent visitor of the cove. You liked it because it was quiet, secluded, and far away from all the bustling noise of other beach goers. You could do as you pleased here.
Though lately during your walks along the quiet small cove, you noticed you had acquired an admirer. Typically all you could see from the shore was a head of short, but messy dark hair and bright coral colored eyes pop up in the water from time to time.
He was odd looking, but in the best of ways. You were curious about him more than anything, but anytime you called out or tried to get his attention in some way a look of panic would spread across his face and he would dive down into the water.
This little exchange went on for the better part of a month. Though you also noticed that with each passing day he would creep closer and closer to the rocky shoreline.
The closer he got, the more details you could work out. His skin was a warm rosy beige which elegantly fit his bright coral colored eyes. His short messy hair was a gorgeous deep brown, it looked black from a distance, but you could see the chocolatey shimmer in the afternoon sun more easily now.
You stepped onto a rock and gazed out at him in the water. Today he was only five feet away from the rocks. âHello?â You spoke out to him.
The male flinched as if he was going to dive back down below again. But he did not actually do it. Instead he swam closer, and you could see down in the crystal clear blue that instead of legs he sported eight tentacles that were the same lovely coral as his eyes.
A merman? Well more or less, but instead of half fish, he seemed to be half octopus.
You were intrigued, curious, baffled even. All in the best of ways. âYouâre not a human.â You whisper in awe.
He frowned. But no words left his mouth.
âCan you understand me?â You ask curiously as you watch him float elegantly in the water.
He nodded slowly. But again, no words.
You crouch down on the rock as he swims closer. The two of you are only a foot away from each other now. âCan you speak my language?â You ask, curiosity dripping from your voice.
He let out a heavy huff. âYes.â He spoke quietly.
Your eyes lit up with joy. âIncredible!â You exclaim. âI havenât met anyone like you before.â You smile.
A soft blush dusts his cheeks. âThank you?â He spoke quietly yet.
âYouâre a shy one arenât you?â You ask with a soft giggle.
The blush on his face darkened slightly. âIâm not that shy.â He said defensively. âWhy arenât you scared of me?â He asked.
âCause youâre neat.â You said simply.
âNeat?â He replied slowly. He was certainly taken aback by how excited and not so freaked out you were by his presents.
âYes.â You nodded. âNeat.â You repeated.
âYou are probably the weirdest human I have encountered to date.â A husky chuckle left his throat.
âThank you!â You chirp excitedly. Flattered by the comment.
You spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with him. Learning more about what his life under the sea was like. You were enamored to say the least.
One day you returned in the cutest bikini he ever did lay eyes on. You were finally going to join him for a swim.
âGood morning.â You greeted him as you set your bag down on the rocks and slipped into the water with him.
âGood morning.â He greeted as he eyed your body up and down.
You smile sweetly at him before swimming over to him. He found it cute how clumsily humans swam.
âI wanna show you something.â He said as he reached out to tuck some of your wet hair behind his ear.
âWhat is it?â You ask curiously.
He took you by the hand, leading you further from the shore. Taking extra care to make sure you did not struggle to keep up in the warm ocean waters.
âWhere are we going?â You ask again.
âMy home.â He said.
âOooh, you wanna take me home?â You tease him.
A soft blush ripples across his cheeks. âItâs nothing fancy.â He spoke softly as he dove under the water.
You poke your head into the water and watch as he swims towards a cave with corals and sea anemones cluttering the entrance.
He stops and looks up at you, tilting his head before remembering humans cannot breath under the water. He swims back to you.
You bring your head back up to the surface and a few moments later he pops his head back up.
âCome here.â He smiled as he grabbed your face.
âWha-â Your question was cut off as he pressed his cold lips to yours and dragged you beneath the waves.
At first you panic, thinking you may drown. But you quickly find that the water is not flooding your lungs as you expected it to.
He breaks the tender kiss before grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the cave. He is eager to show you his home.
Youâre in utter awestruck. Amazed that you can breathe just as he does from a simple, but sweet kiss.
Upon entering the cave he brings you up to an air pocket. The air pocket is simply decorated with a bed of wet kelp upon a flat rock and little shells wedged into crevices. âWelcome to my home.â He says proudly as he hoists himself onto the flat rock, gently pulling you up with him.
You climb up the rock and look around in amazement. âItâs so cute, I love the shells.â You smile.
âThank you, I collected them myself.â He states, puffing his chest out with pride. His coral colored tentacles wiggle and twitch.
You smile again. You find his pride in his home to be wholesome and sweet.
He then does something you do not expect. He plops his head down in your lap and gazes up at you with his bright coral eyes. âDo you like my home?â He asked.
âI do.â You say as a soft blush creeps up your cheeks. You reach down to gently run your fingers through his short wet hair. âI can tell you put a lot of work into it.â You add.
âI did.â He spoke softly. His eyes half lidded. âYou are the most wonderful human I have ever met.â He smiled.
You smile back, you find it is hard not to smile around him. âThank you.â You spoke in a hushed tone as your fingers continued to lazily play with his wet hair.
A soft grunt rumbles in his throat as he closes his eyes. Enjoying the softness of your hands in his hair.
This continues for a few moments before he grabs your wrist and slowly sits up. There is a fiery desire burning in his eyes that you have not seen before now.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask.
He does not answer, he simply crashes his lips into yours. His hands hurriedly found their way up to your chest.
You tense up initially, but slowly you melt into the kiss. His tongue is trying to shove its way into your mouth as he fondles your chest. You open your mouth, giving his wet muscle access to your own.
Tongues embrace in a heated dance as he clumsily tries to remove your bikini top. You canât help but giggle into the kiss.
âHere.â You whisper breathily after breaking the kiss. You reach around your back to untie the bikini tops strings. Allowing it to fall and expose your naked chest.
He lets out a delighted groan as he practically pounces on you. Kissing you with more vigor. Biting your bottom lip and growling softly as two of his tentacles reach up to continue his hands work.
You are surprised at how warm and slick they are as they pinch and pull at your nipples. Earning soft moans from your throat.
He gently pushes you down against the cold wet kelp. The hot and cold sensations you were feeling made your head spin a little, but you were not complaining by any means.
You let out a soft whimper. âYouâre so warm.â
He breathes heavily as he places his hands on either side of your head for support. His tentacles are pulling at your bikini bottoms now.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He whispered as he crashed his lips into yours once more. Two tentacles are still kneading and massaging your breasts while two more are eagerly trying to yank your bottoms off.
You shiver and you can hear the soft splash of your bottoms being thrown off into the water. Oh well, you can ask him to go find those later.
âDarling.â He whispered against your lips as one of his tentacles rubs through your pussy lips. The tip of it rubbing and toying with your clit.
You crane your head back and let out a moan as his slick wet tentacle toys with your pussy.
âYouâre so wet for me already.â He purred as he lowered his head to kiss and nip at your neck. Another tentacle is now gently prodding at your entrance, slowly trying to push its way in.
Another moan ripples from your throat as you arch your back. The tip of his tentacle is not so difficult to take, but the deeper it delves into your pussy, the thicker it seems to get.
âSssh, just relax my darling.â He cooed against your throat. A soft groan then leaves him as he pushes more of his tentacle into you. âYouâre so tight.â He gasped and shivered.
You writhed and wiggled beneath him. âMove.â You whimper.
He reaches down with his hand to rub small circles on your clit as he begins to pump his tentacle in and out of your tight pussy. Soft groans and moans leaving him.
Youâre starting to see stars and you can feel that familiar tight knot in your lower belly as his tentacle continues to pump in and out of you.
He can feel your pussy clenching around his tentacle. âNot yet darling, please hold out a little longer for me.â He groaned as he continued to thumb your clit. The pumping of his tentacle starts to become sloppy and faster in pace.
You squirm beneath him, frantic moans and heavy breaths leaving your lips. You are eager for release, but you are also trying to do as he requested of you.
âOh darling is so tight, my darling is so perfect.â He babbled your praises between heavy breaths.
You arch your back, letting out a loud moan. Your nails drag down his back leaving painfully pleasurable welts as your orgasm rocks your body. Your pussy pulsing around his tentacle. Trying to milk him of his spermatophores.
He continues pumping his tentacle in and out of you at a reckless pace. His own moans groaning louder before you finally feel the thick filling sensation of his seed filling you up.
You shiver as you feel his tentacle slowly reseed from your pussy. Fully exiting with a soft, but satisfying plop. You then gaze up at him and smile, heavy breaths still leaving your spent body.
He smiles, his own breath huffy and puffy as he leans down to capture your lips in a soft and tender kiss. âMy darling.â He whispered against your lips.
The closer he got, the more details you could work out. His skin was a warm rosy beige which elegantly fit his bright coral colored eyes. His short messy hair was a gorgeous deep brown, it looked black from a distance, but you could see the chocolatey shimmer in the afternoon sun more easily now.
HE'S SO FUCKING PRETTY?!?! SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THIS GORGEOUS MAN HAD BEEN DRAWN?!?!!!!!
