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you aren’t gonna lie- your reasons for rushing back home from the airport after your business trip have nothing to do with punctuality and everything to do with the red circle around this week in your shared calendar. Red for rut. Though you’ve been with your werewolf bf for several months now, you’ve never been around during one of his ruts. he always evades you when you ask about it, tells you he gets too intense, that he doesn’t want to hurt you. jokes on him, you would love nothing more than to get railed by your feral boyfriend even more intensely than you already are.

when your key turns in the lock and you push the door open, you half expect him to be already waiting by the door, ready to pounce on and thoroughly wreck you. instead, you’re faced with an eerie silence. though not entirely silent- there is a rustling and panting emerging from your shared bedroom that makes your fingers tingle and heat rush downwards. discarding your luggage, you hurry down the hall and open the door, gasping when you're met with the most pathetic sight you’ve ever seen.

your usually so gruff and dominant boyfriend is a panting mess on the bed, clothes half discarded, half ripped, as if his mind gave up halfway through. his painfully hard cock is out as he ruts it into your pillow, whining pathetically as fat tears roll down his face, his ears twitching with overstimulation. you’ve never seen him like this. he's usually the one growling and snarling, pinning you to walls and chaining you to beds, dominating you and putting you in your place, pounding into your poor little cunt and stuffing you full with his cock. but good lord, the sight of him shuddering and whining with desperation as he tries to get himslef off makes you clench hard.

you must have taken another step, or maybe he could feel the wetness slowly soaking your panties, because with a loud groan, he spills his load onto the pillow, his ears suddenly twitching and his head snapping up, eyes locking onto yours. And the strangled “nghh-” sound he makes sends shivers down your spine. “Wh-” he begins, but is cut off by his own moan as his cock already twitches back to life. “Just got home,” you answer the unspoken question, a little dazed. For one second, you awkwardly stand into the doorway. Then, you move.

Two minutes later, you are straddling his thigh as he writhes on his back beneath you, hips bucking up in search of friction and finding nothing. Your index finger draws circles up his thigh without ever touching where he -evidently- needs you most: His cock, standing proud and hard and leaking pre-cum faster than he leaks tears. You let your thumb flick up the side of his shaft and a strained moan breask out of his throat. “Please, baby, please-,” he babbles mindlessly, hips rutting against nothing, “I’ll do anything, baby, gods, please-”

“Don’t forget your manners now,” you coo sweetly, making him choke out a whine. You crook your head. “What was that, honey?” “Pl-”, he stutters mindlessly, “please ma’am.” He quite literally howls when you close your hand around his shaft that is sticky with pre-cum, moving it up and down in an agonizing pace. “Aren’t you so good for me?” you smile, feeling yourself clench against his thigh at the sound how his whines and babbled pleas. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

“Oh-h,” he stutters out at the nickname, his back arching of the bed as your thumb flicks over his mushroom tip. You increase the tempo of your hand, pumping his shaft with new vigor, and he bucks his hips up into your grip, groaning out something that vaguely resembles your name. His knot swells under your fingers, and you can feel he’s close. Your cunt too is smearing wetness unto his thigh, your hips riding him in an unconsious, entirely instinctual rythm. But you don’t want to make it too easy for him.

So, just when his hips buck wildly, chasing release, you remove your sticky hand. The sound that leaves your boyfriend’s throat may be the most pathetic thing you ever heard, and it makes heat rush towards your core. “What’s wrong, puppy?” you ask innocently as tears spill from his eyes. You could almost pity him- almost. if he werent doing the same thing to you on a regular basis. Finally, it's you who holds the reigns, and you were never going to go easy on him. “What did I do?” he whines in desperation, hips still snapping upwards but utterly in vain. You coo at him with a smile, still rocking your cunt against his muscular thigh. “Wrong question, puppy.”

But you’re not cruel, no. You might just enjoy the mix of hopefulness and feral desperation in his wide eyes too much, as your cunt hovers over his erect cock. “Please,” he babbles, throwing his head back as you allow his tip to kiss your already stimulated clit and stutter a little moan. “Please, ma'am, oh god, I’ll do anything-” When you slowly sink down on him, allowing his tip to breach your entrance, he releases a moan you are sure wakes every single one of your neighbors. and then something in him seems to break, because his hands -those large, mighty paws of his- grab your waist and slam you down onto his pulsing length.

The sudden stretch has you howling like an animal, shuddering violently as his hips desperately buck into you. You’re left being bounced on his dick like a ragdoll as his hands hold you down, roll you just like he needs you. in an attempt to steady yourself, your hands find his shoulders, but its not enough to re-establish dominance, especially because you feel your own climax approaching. Somehow, in all his frantic rutting, his fingers find your clit, and your release washes over you like a wave. You are left utterly boneless as he fucks up into you, his knot stretching the walls of your poor pussy until you feel the hot spurt of his cum against your warm walls.

for a few seconds, the only sound is both your labored breathing. But you can already feel his cock twitching again, made restless and insatiable by his rut. And when you look up, you find him staring at you wide-eyed, like a puppy that broke something and is now awaiting punishment. “That was very bad of you, puppy,” you manage to pant, and you can feel his cock hardening at your scolding tone. “Next time, you only cum when I tell you too.” He nods, eagerly, desperately, throwing his head back when you do another, experimental grind on his hardening length.

Yup, you’re definetely never missing one of his ruts again.

Aw.

Dozing

Smooch

Anubis: the weighing of the heart

Warnings: smut, mention of death (but nothing violent or angsty) NSFW

fem!reader x male!monster

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𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀 ⋯ 𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀 ⋯ 𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀 ⋯ 𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀 ⋯ 𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀

The scent of incense fills the hall, thick and resinous. A cold breeze carries grains of sand that cling to the dry sweat on your skin. Your footsteps echo as you approach the figure kneeling by a golden scale. His body is human, but his head is that of a desert jackal. Anubis, the god of passing.

You just died.

All around you, shadows quiver and stir, as though inhabited. The god in front of you barely acknowledges your presence. Another human, his silence seems to say. His eyes pass over you, not really registering you, as he adjusts the scale. One of the metal dishes holds a single feather; the other is empty, awaiting your heart.

karlovycross

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biblicallyaccuratemoth

Remember to check out the Patreon for early access to comics and sketches! I'm unemployed at the moment, so every little bit helps.

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This comic had an interesting development. In the original sketch, the eldritch abomination was a segmented, centipede/crab creature with a blank face that I initially imagined as similar to the robot from Queen's News of the World album art. On a whim, I decided instead to turn it into a creature inspired by HR Giger, seeing that the xenomorph is a bit notorious in the monster-loving community. If you're at all familiar with Mr. Giger's work, you may see where this is going.

After I lined and colored that version of the monster, I realized I had swung way, way too far. I ended up having to do some significant modifications, removing or severely toning down the imagery. There was simply no way the first pass of the monster wouldn't be flagged as, at least somewhat, pornographic. This more sanitized version keeps a lot of the elements but significantly reduces the sheer quantity of them.

Shoutout to @lilyfaewood and @cafefoxtale for their appearances here!

stardew-bunny

Imagine taming the monster in your closet. Part two.

It’s been a month since your monster stepped out of your closet. It never gave you a name, but you found yourself calling it “Erebos” more often than not. You named it after the primordial Greek god of darkness and shadows, but…not because it looks like a living shadow. It was because of the way it followed you around the house - like your own shadow does. Anytime you do anything around your home, you can always expect to find Erebos trailing behind you like a lost puppy - an awkward, oversized puppy that nearly bumps its horns on everything.

Erebos had made itself a nest in the corner of your room, half-hidden behind a wall of blankets. It seemed to like soft things - pillows, your sweaters, the plushies from your bed that you have way too many of. When you protested that it had stolen nearly all of your things for its nest, you felt awful at how it shrunk like a scolded puppy at your lecturing. And you felt even worse when it said, so quietly that it made your heart ache, that it liked having your scent in its nest - it made it feel safe. You let it take whatever it wanted from that point on.

Erebos curled up in its nest during the day when you were at work, asleep in a tangled sprawl of limbs and your soft clothing. Surrounded by your scent and rumbling softly in contentment. The tip of its long, thick tail twitched like a cat’s would. It looked how you’d imagine a dragons tail would, though Erebos did not have scales. Only a tough, armored skin that looked like black bark. The occasional times you walked by your sleeping monster, you always had to stop yourself from running your hand gently down the length of its tail. Your fingers ached to feel the texture, especially the underside of the tail, where you could see black fur that looked delicately soft.

Now that you’d both gotten comfortable with each other and settled into domestic life, your nights were filled with joy and excitement.

Erebos was tall. Ridiculously tall. Its horns did not help in the slightest. It had to duck through every doorway and, at first, Erebos bonked its horns on just about everything. Its horns were curved back elegantly, smooth and dark like obsidian. The cracks in them revealed a calm, soft blue underneath, just like its eyes. Its skin was a dusky black hue, like storm clouds in a night sky.

Erebos’ skin itself was textured like tough bark, with a slight turtle shell-like feel to it. The same soft blue peaked through the cracks of the tough skin - the skin was like an armor that covered most of its body. Then, there were less common parts that were black furred and as soft as suede.

From what you gathered, the furred parts of Erebos’ body - the skin underneath the fur specifically - were more sensitive. The underside of its arms and tail, sides, inner thighs, neck, and cheeks just below its eyes seemed to be the only places absent of the bark-like armor. The fur was heavenly to touch.

Sometimes, you traced patterns on the underside, furred part of its arm while watching movies. It would let out deep, rumbling purrs - ones that shook you and your whole bed. You had to hide your blush by looking away the first time that happened, the noise making your heart stutter.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled, curled against Erebos’ chest while it awkwardly held you, still not quite knowing what to do with its claws even after all this time. You could feel its heartbeat, slow and steady, like the ticking of the antique clock in your hallway.

“You are soft,” Erebos murmured in return, voice low and gravelly. “And you smell of vanilla and strawberries.” Its grip on you tightened, yet it was careful to not pierce your skin with its claws.

You blinked up at it through your lashes as you chuckled softly, caught between embarrassment and delight. “That’s my shampoo and body wash, silly.” Erebos inhaled your scent deeply and audibly, its nose flaring.

“I like it.” It purred in response, shifting its head down to meet your gaze. Adoration shined deep in its blue eyes.

Your face burned hotter and your eyes snapped back to the movie, your heart racing faster. You couldn’t look at your monster for the rest of the movie, too flustered by its actions and tone of voice.

Your life with your monster was a learning curve for you both. You learned what Erebos liked and what its habits were, and it learned the same about you. You caught Erebos curling into your freshly dried clothes. It was rumbling in delight with its face buried in one of your sweaters - one it hadn’t stolen yet. It would chew on frozen meat with the freezer door still wide open, making delighted noises. Then, it would sulk when you scolded it gently for leaving the freezer door wide open and letting the cold air out. Whenever you cooked, Erebos would watch you from the kitchen table, its chin resting in one clawed hand and its tail flicking occasionally - enthralled and fascinated by your behaviors.

You taught it how to use the bathtub. At first, it protested adamantly - until you offered to help wash it, just for the first time it used the bath. Despite Erebos agreeing, the outcome left you with a pouty, sulking monster wrapped in three towels and shivering pathetically. You couldn’t stop chuckling and cooing at it as you dried and brushed its tangled black hair.

Every night, when you finally go to sleep, it always hesitated at the edge of the bed, unsure if it was allowed to stay. And every night, you tugged at its clawed hand until it slid in the covers beside you, rumbling a pleased sound as you curled against it like you belonged there.

“You fit in my bed surprisingly well for being so big,” you giggled quietly in bed, voice teasing as your fingers traced the edge of its chest. Its texture is somewhere between bone and wood, hard yet warm under your touch.

“You make…plenty of room for me,” Erebos replied, and you felt the heat radiating from its face as it nuzzled into your hair - it purred so loud it sounded like a generator. You wondered if your monster can blush too…

Erebos gently traced a claw along your cheek. “I used to hide in closets because humans found me ugly. I’d be met with insults, ridicule…violence...” Its voice was softer than usual, almost unsure, but still tinted with a growl. “But you…let me stay. You made me feel safe. I have never had a home but now…you are my home.”

You looked up at Erebos, your heart equal parts melting at its words and sympathetic for its past hardships. You gently pressed your forehead to its.

“You are always welcome here, with me.” You whispered softly, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Then, you pulled away with a giggle, looking into its gorgeous eyes. “Even when you steal all of my clothes and blankets.”

Erebos let out a rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through both your chests. “I only steal them because they smell like you. And the blankets are warm.”

“Excuses, excuses,” you laughed, your lips turned upwards and your eyes fluttering shut once more as you lean your forehead back on its again. Erebos’ hands hesitated for a beat longer before finally resting its on your hips, cautious and reverent.

The moment stretched for what seems like eternity - intimate and oddly tender. Its hands were large and warm, the claws prickling your skin through your pajamas. You could feel the heat radiating off of its hands, warming your hips. You breathed in each other’s scents, utterly contented in this moment. With each other. You felt a strange pull towards Erebos - a magnetic closeness that made your monster feel more like home than anywhere else in the world.

stardew-bunny

Imagine taming the monster in your closet.

It starts with you hearing the soft scrape of claws on the wooden planks - the ones that cover the floor of your closet.

The first night you heard this, you trembled beneath your blankets despite the warmth they provided. You were wide-eyed and kept a bat clutched to your chest like it was a sword. However... after a week of the nightly visitor’s presence and nothing else actually happening - just the soft sounds of scratching and gentle breathing behind the closet door - curiosity replaced the icy fear in your heart.

You sat in bed one evening and waited for the noises to start, as they always did soon after the clock struck midnight. That night, you had a plan. Clutching a spare blanket, you cracked the closet door open. A single glowing eye blinked back at you through the pitch black. It was large, luminescent. A strange, quiet blue. Not the color of eye you expected from a monster.

You didn’t scream, and it didn’t growl. You both just… stared. Frozen.

“Hi,” you whispered, heart hammering in your chest so hard it ached. “I brought you a blanket. You must be cold in there, it's the coldest place in the house...” A deep, gravelly purr answered you. You gingerly left the blanket at the threshold, and in the morning, it was gone.

As more nights passed, little gifts were exchanged between the two of you. Dried flowers, shiny buttons, and smooth pebbles appeared on your windowsill. You would leave food, puzzles, and soft objects for the creature in return.

The monster in your closet never stepped fully into your room, but its silhouette, outlined by the small nightlight in the corner of your room, started to linger longer in the doorway. Its breathing was slow and calm as you hummed lullabies to it each night.

“I think you’re sweet,” You declared softly into the darkness of your room one rainy evening. “You don’t scare me anymore.”

A clawed hand emerged from the pitch black of the closet, hesitantly pushing the door open a little wider. The closet door creaked in protest of the movement. You watched for a moment, transfixed, then reached out your own hand slowly. You touched its rough, warm palm with your fingers.

“You can come out if you want,” you coaxed sweetly. “You don’t have to hide from me... I won't hurt you.” The monster hesitated, processing your words, but only for a moment. It stepped out of the closet, into your room, as you took a step back to accommodate it.

The monster was tall, easily towering over your form. The creature was odd, strange, yet beautiful in a way that defied words. Its eyes were soft and it gave you a crooked smile with too many teeth, which should’ve scared you, but you found it oddly endearing. The expression on its face was awkward and hesitant. It blinked slowly, nervously, like you were more dangerous than it - this creature with teeth and claws that could’ve easily ripped through your flesh like paper.

“You’re not what I expected,” You giggled as you looked up and down the creature’s form, "you're beautiful." You took in this mysterious creature, then looked up to meet it’s eyes with a smile of your own, lips curled upward in wonder. The creature startled at the sound of your laughter, enchanted by the noise.

"You...are bewitching." The monster croaked out, its own hand finally responding as it wrapped around yours. Its sharp claws carefully brushed against your soft skin once its hand fully engulfed your own, the creature afraid to hurt its newly acquired treasure.

lillhappycloud

A cute Harbour seal and a Grey Seal fall in love.

gammelgaedda

tried using screentones

ps. this is f/f

isa-sketches

Gargoyle~

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upmala

“It is ill-advised to dip your feet in the bog, no matter how hot the day has been… yet some do it anyway.”

slurp (2024)

babyitsme

He takes care of you

Country boy Minotaur x human reader

NSFW Little bit spicy at the end

Y’all voted Country Minotaur forever ago and I’ve been starving you and myself so here ya go!

I’m going through it rn so this is a VERY self indulgent post.

The idea

The work day had been long and horrible. You’d cried once on your lunch break and again in the bathroom. Things could not possibly get worse, or so you think.

Your coworker bumps into you after you just purchased a day saving iced coffee, causing said coffee to pour down the front of your favorite shirt. You got yelled at by a customer. Your side hustle still isn’t attracting enough(hardly any) business for you to just quit. And to make matters worse you never learned to drive and you didn’t want to bother your new boyfriend so you’re walking home today.

You’re convinced that you are absolute bad luck.

That is until you see his truck. You truly couldn’t miss the ginormous Minotaur and his big ass cowboy hat getting out to greet you with a goofy smile on his snout. That’s when you really start to sob. He came to pick you up without you having to ask, maybe the bar was in hell but who cares he’s here and he’s hot.

He quickly ushers you into the truck kissing your forehead with a look of pure concern, “Baby, I’m sorry I just thought i’d surprise you” he says in that deep southern drawl, all you can do is cry harder and shake your head, “no, I love it. It’s so nice of you” he’s extra confused now, “you’re crying because I’m nice?” All you can do is muster a nod through your sobs.

“Well… what are you gonna do when you see I got your favorite coffee?” You wailed.

Once he finally got you home and calmed down you were treated like a god. He ran you a bath and hardly even peaked at your naked body (much to your dismay). He ordered your favorite takeout, dressed you in his coziest sweater, the ones that swamped you but smelled so much like him. He even sat down with you and watched your new favorite show, even if he did scoff at the television and beg the 10 year situationship on screen to just get together already. Your Minotaur was absolutely perfect.

What especially made him perfect was the way he took you apart after putting you together.

He had you sprawled out naked in his bed, massaging you with large calloused hands giving your ass a little swat. You were so incredibly relaxed under his warmth that you yelled out in shock when he thrust that huge tongue into you in one push, one thick arm held you in place as his other hand moved to spread you open on those thick fingers.

You couldn’t keep track of how many times you’d come. Your Minotaur had you riding him to overstimulation. His cock thrust in and out in a brutal pace but he held your face gently, whispering sweet words of encouragement.

He licked between your legs again cleaning the overflow of his seed before helping you to the bathroom.

Once you were bone tired and laying on his warm furry pecs he delivered the sexiest words you had ever heard,

“You know you could just quit. I’ll take care of you baby”

monsterloverwriting

Your neighbor, a carpenter that's been helping you fix up with house you just bought in the secluded small town surprising you one day when he shows up at your door nearly panting, as if he is fighting to hold himself back.

"Darlin' I'm gonna be needing you to close those windows. Only so much a man can do when a pretty lady is making the whole block smell like heaven in heat."

You are way too slow on picking up what he means even as he pushes you through the door pinning you to the wall, his fingers flexing, is he growing claws?

"Moving to a supernatural town was already risky. Not being on anything to stop you from smelling like everything in a mile should come an' breed you? That's just foolish."

You try to ask what he means, you were relocated here for work, you knew nothing about the town but he stops you. Makes the words and questions die in your throat when he grabs your wrist with a vise like grip, those were definitely claws, bringing your hand up to his face and inhaling deeply. You go instantly red, he can't possibly smell the fact that you were just knuckle deep in yourself moments before be came pounding on your door.

"Please. Tell me I can taste you." He pants, his teeth growing longer, his fingers ending in what are definitely claws, his body seeming to grow.

You'll definitely need to talk to your main office about being relocated into a shifter town without warning. But who are you to say no to this when the bear shifter next door asked so nicely.

finnfrei

Is it comfy? Probably not.

Someone told me bearded dragons purr when content or gently handled. And while it’s not exactly true, it’s now my headcanon for dragonborns. That’s all I’ve got in my defence. 🌝

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