Moved here from @monstrsflashlight. || Late 20s. || She/her. || +18 content || You can find all my pages in my commission me over link tree || Pfp by @cheesomancer || No beta and english isn’t my first language, be kind pls || Monster related content
Hello there! I'm a 20+ yr old asexual and autistic who likes to write (allegedly) stories involving monsters. Main monster account is @monstersflashlight and you can go there to read all stories (but we have a masterlist down below). Also, personal account (if someone is interested) is @angela-feelstoomuch :)
I have the ask option open, you can send requests, opinions or anything that crosses your mind. (I won't accept rudeness, tho.) Things I DON'T write here. Heads up, requests take about one month to get answered (more or less).
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Here we follow the most important rule of fiction: don't like, don't read.
Each story has their own main kink list and TW (let me know if something is missing). The default for me is gonna be a male!monster, otherwise it will be specified. In the human department, it will be specified in each story. This list will be updated regularly.
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Imagine how fast your heartbeat would go when you recognize him right on your doorstep. You look to the sides, expecting somebody to jump and help, or maybe the complete opposite. You don't know what you are feeling, your whole body is frozen in place while he smiles at you. The smile that you find so charming at the restaurant looks way too creepy in the dark of the night while he stares at you.
The only thing that you can see in the barely lit street is the glint of his fangs, the way his nostrils breathe smoke out while he tilts his head to the side. He looks as handsome as ever, wearing a tux like he always does, but this time it complements the red of his scales almost perfectly. Not that you can care much about that right now, not when his smile grows bigger. He looks dangerous. Your lizard brain is telling you to run, but you can't do anything.
His hand is outstretched in your direction, like he's waiting for you to say something, to move, to grab it... But you can even breathe properly. Your heartbeat is going too fast. Your head is getting a bit dizzy. There's a numbness spreading through your body.
And everything goes dark.
You wake up in an unknown place, everything is soft-lighted and there're so many pillows and soft fabrics that it feels like a cloud. You look around, trying to decipher where you are. That's definitely not your house. You look around until you spot him, a big smile in his predatory face, and his hand outstretched towards you again. His voice is soft when he speaks: "Don't worry, love. I'll take care of you. You'll never wish for anything. I'll give you the world."
Request: I loved the portal roommates story you did recently if you feel inspo for it, i esp enjoyed the intox aspect.
A/N: The one they refer to is this one. Enjoy!
Any hole is a goal (pt. 2)
Werewolf x tentacle-monster x fem!reader || double penetration, overstimulation, sharing is caring, anal sex, tentacles, breeding, (light) dirty talk || tw: recreational drugs
You’ve never tried mushrooms before, but they said it would be fun, and you are definitely feeling funny. And horny. So fucking horny. Your clothes feel like caresses against your skin and you want to hump one of them like a feral dog. That thought makes you giggle, and they look at you.
But then you catch another thing. A way more interesting thing. A dick. A werewolf dick.
Your werewolf roommate ripped his clothes off and half-shifted, his dick looking absolutely delicious between his legs while you exchange heavy looks with your tentacle-monster roommate. He’s looking at the dick in question, too, and licking his lips while his tentacles dance behind him.
“Why is my skin so sensitive?” The werewolf asks, looking absolutely debauched by a single touch of his own hand. You crawl towards him, your body too heavy to walk, and he looks down at you with dazed eyes. “Do you feel it, too?”
“Yesss…” Your voice feels weird, like it’s not yours, but the second your hands made contact with his soft fur, you are moaning. Fuck, it does feel so good. “Maybe without clothes…” You are pulling them off your body before the thought fully registers, and you see the tentacle-monster doing the same in your periphery. Perfect. So much skin and fur.
You straddle the werewolf lap, and he moans in sync with you. You move against each other, hands exploring and marveling at each single touch. It’s like everything is amplified, and you want it all. You are grinding your pussy against his dick when the tentacle monster moves closer.
“You two are as high as kites right now, aren’t you?” The tentacle monster sounds absolutely delighted by this fact, his whole body undulating in his way towards you. He’s so fucking hot… You want those tentacles in every single one of your holes.
He positions himself behind you, his tentacles reaching to touch both of your bodies, while you bite down on your werewolf’s neck, and he continues being as vocal as possible about it. Each sound is like a stroke to your clit, and you fucking love it. Vocal monster is where the juice is at, for sure.
A tentacle touches your lower back, and you arch towards him, more than ready to be filled. “I’m going to fuck your holes, is that what you want? I bet you two would sound so pretty while I fuck my tentacles in your holes. Do you want that, darlings?” Your nod comes with a soft moan when one of his tentacles touches your dripping pussy. “Fuck, you are so warm and wet. Velvety soft. You are so fucking perfect. What a perfect human pussy for me.” You don’t see what he’s doing, but you hear his next words and your whole world stops for a second. “And you? Fuck. You are so tight. Has anybody fucked your tight asshole, pet? I bet not. Do you want to? Do you want my tentacles inside of you?” Your werewolf roommate is nodding so fast and hard your whole body is shaking on top of his.
It takes a couple of minutes of teasing before you are begging for him to fuck you already, but he magically produces a bottle of lube that he carefully drips down your crack. You shiver at the temperature, and let out a choked moan when he applies more. It drips down your pussy and onto the werewolf balls… and even lower.
You look over your shoulder to see him using his fingers. The werewolf looks completely dizzy with pleasure, jaw slack and head thrown back. Fuck. That’s so hot.
You are next in the stretching line, his fingers not being as careful with you because he knows you like the sting of a bit of pain. He does a quick work with your ass, and you already know he’s not going to use his bigger tentacles on you. He’s probably saving them for your werewolf roommate. Fuck yes.
“Everyone ready?” His tone is way too cheerful, and makes you giggle while the werewolf nods frantically. Your laughter dies on your mouth when he presses forward, filling both of your holes at the same time. And by the sounds the werewolf is making… filling him nicely, too.
By the time he’s fully inside, you are already begging for more, and the werewolf dick pressing against your lower abdomen is leaking profusely, creating a sinful friction against your skin.
And then all games and amusement are far away from your mind when he starts moving behind you.
The tentacle-monster fucks you in tandem, his tentacles pushing in and out of your holes while he does the same with the werewolf under you. The combination of the wet sounds with the grunts and moans is like a symphony of sin, and it’s driving you completely insane.
Everything feels heightened, everything is too much and too little at once. And you crave more.
You start bouncing, trying to get the tentacles deeper and harder. But what you get is the werewolf dick rubbing against your clit in the most filthy way possible. You are so wet his knot is like the perfect texture, and before you know it you are rubbing yourself against him.
The angle is weird, and it twists the tentacles inside of you in a way that hits a point inside of you that’s like pressing against the pleasure center in your brain with each single thrust. You might be ascending into heaven. Maybe it’s outer space. Maybe you are an astronaut right now, being fucked by a tentacle monster while you grind your wet pussy against a werewolf’s knot. Fuck.
“If you don’t stop talking I’m going to embarrass myself,” the werewolf says out loud, and you realize, once more, that your high self is broadcasting the thoughts into the universe.
“No, no. Don’t stop,” the tentacle monster says behind you, his thrusts becoming erratic, one of his tentacles holding you down so you can grind harder against the knot. That’s so fucking hot. They both moan at that. “Make him come. Let me see how pretty you two look coming undone around me. Being filled by my tentacles.”
And you are nothing but a good girl who likes following orders, because your movements became frantic and before you can even process it, your orgasm is rocking your whole body and you are gushing over the werewolf knot, clenching over the tentacles in your holes while everyone around you also starts cursing and moaning. It’s perfect. It’s wonderful… There’s a little puddle of werewolf cum against your stomach.
That last thought makes you giggle, which jolts your hips and makes everyone moan again. Your tentacle-monster tries to hold you still, but you are not so easy. You grind your hips against the tentacles once more, milking their oversensitivity while you chase your second orgasm, much to their pleasure and demise.
The second you come again, they completely sag. The werewolf falls back against the mattress, and the tentacle monster plasters his whole front against your back, creating the perfect human sandwich.
“I’ll clean you both… Just… Just give me... a minute,” he blurts out, and you don’t complain. You are more than cozy between them, still filled and clenching.
At the end, your tentacle-monster roommate doesn’t get to clean you up, because you start rolling your hips, making both of them groan… and it ends up in a second round. And a third. Maybe a fourth, things are a bit foggy.
By the time you are done with them, there’s fluids everywhere and the effect of the mushrooms is far gone, but fuck… that was perfect.
I've been thinking about it for a long time, and lately things only solidified in my mind.
I'm going to be reducing the writing I do because it's a bit unsustainable for my mental health and my physical health, too. Writing is a second job for me, and everything else is very hard right now. Added to that, and not to be a victim or excuse myself in any of this, but more like to give y'all some information on what's happening. The overall interaction has dropped significantly, and that's okay, that's something that happens, I'm not entitled to any interaction, I know that. But it does make it harder for me to be excited to write as much as I did because I don't get as much joy from it as I once did. Validation doesn't hurt anybody.
Because of all this, I'm reducing the free stories to two a week. The Patreon exclusive will remain two added stories a week, and a special week with four of them. You can find all the Patreon info here.
So: how is this going to look from now on? There will be free stories on Monday and Friday, plus maybe some headcanons or lil txt in between. On Patreon there will be stories on Monday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday. The free stories will still be posted there a few days early, and Thursday and Sunday there will be an exclusive story. Plus the art, and special week and all that I usually do.
I'm not doing this post to create any kind of victimhood over myself, or anything like that. I'm just informing y'all that this is happening because I'm prioritizing my wellbeing over work. And to that I have to add: working doesn't dignify your existence, nor gives your life purpose. Do not fall for the capitalistic mindset that tells you working is the main thing that makes you worthy. It's not.
Disclaimer: I know it's hard and I'm privileged enough to be able to cut back on a bit of work and not everybody can do that, but let's not forget this is my *second* job.
Salyx is the one picking you up, and he graciously doesn’t mention the size of the bags under your eyes or how sleep-deprived you look. And you extend the same grace by not talking about your friend and how he doesn’t know Salyx is his mate.
The silence is not exactly uncomfortable, but not great either, while the shutter brings you to the council’s building. It’s just quiet companionship of two people planning to overthrow the current corrupt government of this planet. Nothing that special, really. You can feel that Salyx has things to say, and you have a lot to say, but the silence only stretches between the two of you.
He helps you down the shutter and walks you to the door of the apartment. The second the elevator opens, Glyxx is there, looking low-key anxious. The smile that spreads on his face when he sees you is so big it makes your chest ache. You didn’t have doubts about him being your mate, but every second you spend apart solidifies the thoughts in your head. Especially in how your whole body reacts to his presence the second you are in front of him again.
Salyx lets out a chuckle under his breath as he waves goodbye, but Glyxx is already dragging you towards his room, his hand hot as lava swallowing yours. Sometimes you forget how fucking huge he is. You don’t look back at Salyx, but the door closes with a soft click, even though the hole in the wall is still there.
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Request: For my commission could I do goat man (like giatmans bridge) or demon boyfriend x gn reader, where reader is watching a horror movie and boyfriend scares her as a joke, but then chases her around, but then it gets steamy when reader is caught!
Don’t go into the darkness
Goatman/demon x gn!reader || primal play, breeding, (light) dirty talk, public sex (forest)
You aren’t a big fan of scary movies. To be fair, you kind of hate them. But at the same time… It gives you an edge that drives you a bit wild afterwards. They get your adrenaline pumping, and it always ends up fantastic for you afterwards…
So when your goatman boyfriend told you he’d be late today, you decided it would be fun to watch a scary movie. Alone. (FOMO might have something to do with it, everyone else was talking about it and you wanted to have something to say, too.)
So here you are, watching a scary movie, blood pumping in your veins and your heartbeat going so fast you were pretty sure you were going to die in the next couple of minutes.
The tension building in the air is making every breath labored. Every blink is a bit too fast to catch any moving shadows in your periphery. But maybe your boyfriend was right, and you were made to be a prey, because you don’t hear the door opening. Not his hooves approaching over the hardwood floors.
The screech that leaves your mouth when his hand lands on your arm is way louder than the one in the movie when the blonde lady died first. You barely recognize his face before you are bolting out of the room, chased by your own demons and the build up of almost two hours of tension and jump-scares.
He calls after you, but you are already out of the door, running into the forest behind your house. You aren’t exactly the most coherent person when something scares you, so you will give yourself some grace about running into the night when you get scared. Even if you can already hear the evil laugh of your boyfriend in the distance.
You could go back. You could totally laugh it off… But your heart is racing, and your hands are sweating, and the adrenaline is making you feel on the edge of something hot. Something very similar to what you feel when your boyfriend edges you. And you crave more. So much more.
So instead of going back to the house, you walk further into the forest, hiding yourself and begging whoever is listening that your monster boyfriend doesn’t find you. Not yet at least.
“Hasn’t your little movie taught you anything? You don’t go running into the darkness, love!” He yells somewhat close, but not close enough for you to see. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to swallow the heavy breaths. But it’s no use. His face appears in front of you and you let out a scream that he rapidly covers with his palm. “Shhh, don’t scream, love. I’m not gonna hurt you… much.” Your heartbeat is going so fast you can barely hear him over the constant thud thud thud ringing in your ears.
“I- I-” You try to talk but he doesn’t pull his hand away, only smirking down at you. Framed by the moonlight and with his big horns and horizontal pupils, he looks like a demon, and fuck… Why does that arouse you?
“I can smell your arousal, love. You are excited? Turned on to see me? To be my prey?” The little breath that escapes you doesn’t sound like a moan. Nope. Not true. (It totally does.) He laughs, loud and creepy, and pats your cheek lightly. “Come on, love… Do you want to run from me?” He helps you to your feet, turning you around and slapping your ass hard. “So run, little rabbit. Don’t let the big bad monster catch you.”
You are bolting out of there before he can finish the phrase. You try to go as fast as possible, but you hear him behind you, chasing you, gaining terrain. You can hear his breathing, the way his hooves land on the dirt…
His body lands on yours like a train, throwing you to the floor and rolling over so you aren’t the one hitting the floor. It lasts barely two seconds before he turns again and you are face down on the dirt, his big dick rutting against your ass.
“My cute human, my love, running away from your goatman? Mmmm… You smell delicious. Ripe. Ready to be breed.” You moan at his words. “Is that what you want? To be bred by the scary monster?” You nod against the dirt, and he huffs a laugh. “No need to nod, love. I can smell it all over you. I can hear your heartbeat. You are so needy and desperate for my cock. Always are.” You moan again.
He pulls down your pants, exposing your hole to the cold night air. His hands are still holding you down when he releases his own cock, landing right over your hole. He smears his precum all over you, pressing with his finger until you are moaning, begging for him to fuck you already.
“Is that what my love wants? To be fucked by a wild beast in the middle of the forest? What a dirty, dirty human you are…” He whispers the words, but the filth of it all, the truth of it all… It makes you shiver. You push your ass back and the slap makes you scream. “You get what I give you when I give it to you, don’t be cheeky.” You nod again, a single tear rolling down your cheek.
You feel the tip of his dick against your hole, his fingers stretching you until you are sure you are about to come, just to stop. You are about to tell him to fuck you when he pushes all the way in. One single thrust. So hard your face hits the ground, but you don’t care.
He’s fucking you like a madman, like he’s the evil in the movie, your personal demon. He’s chasing his own release, but it doesn’t matter. You were so pent up, your adrenaline pumping into your veins with such strength… That you aren’t too far yourself.
“I’m going to fill you so much. You are going to walk home with your pretty hole stretched and dripping. Like the good little human you are for me,” he grunts. And that does it. His filthy words send you over the edge, groaning and moaning against the forest floor while he ruts your hole, spilling everything he has inside of you like his life depends on it.
The sweat is cooling on your skin, his hands traveling up and down your sides, and he’s kissing the back of your neck softly. “You should watch more horror movies,” he says with a huff of amusement. You grunt, pushing him back until he lands on his back and you get on your feet, barely holding on. “Aw, love. Don’t be mad… I know you like when I chase you. You are such a cute prey!”
He keeps saying, but you are already walking home, his hooves behind you and his come ruining your pants. Fuck… You should watch more horror movies, indeed.
Request: For my commission could I do goat man (like giatmans bridge) or demon boyfriend x gn reader, where reader is watching a horror movie and boyfriend scares her as a joke, but then chases her around, but then it gets steamy when reader is caught!
Don’t go into the darkness
Goatman/demon x gn!reader || primal play, breeding, (light) dirty talk, public sex (forest)
You aren’t a big fan of scary movies. To be fair, you kind of hate them. But at the same time… It gives you an edge that drives you a bit wild afterwards. They get your adrenaline pumping, and it always ends up fantastic for you afterwards…
So when your goatman boyfriend told you he’d be late today, you decided it would be fun to watch a scary movie. Alone. (FOMO might have something to do with it, everyone else was talking about it and you wanted to have something to say, too.)
So here you are, watching a scary movie, blood pumping in your veins and your heartbeat going so fast you were pretty sure you were going to die in the next couple of minutes.
The tension building in the air is making every breath labored. Every blink is a bit too fast to catch any moving shadows in your periphery. But maybe your boyfriend was right, and you were made to be a prey, because you don’t hear the door opening. Not his hooves approaching over the hardwood floors.
The screech that leaves your mouth when his hand lands on your arm is way louder than the one in the movie when the blonde lady died first. You barely recognize his face before you are bolting out of the room, chased by your own demons and the build up of almost two hours of tension and jump-scares.
He calls after you, but you are already out of the door, running into the forest behind your house. You aren’t exactly the most coherent person when something scares you, so you will give yourself some grace about running into the night when you get scared. Even if you can already hear the evil laugh of your boyfriend in the distance.
You could go back. You could totally laugh it off… But your heart is racing, and your hands are sweating, and the adrenaline is making you feel on the edge of something hot. Something very similar to what you feel when your boyfriend edges you. And you crave more. So much more.
So instead of going back to the house, you walk further into the forest, hiding yourself and begging whoever is listening that your monster boyfriend doesn’t find you. Not yet at least.
“Hasn’t your little movie taught you anything? You don’t go running into the darkness, love!” He yells somewhat close, but not close enough for you to see. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to swallow the heavy breaths. But it’s no use. His face appears in front of you and you let out a scream that he rapidly covers with his palm. “Shhh, don’t scream, love. I’m not gonna hurt you… much.” Your heartbeat is going so fast you can barely hear him over the constant thud thud thud ringing in your ears.
“I- I-” You try to talk but he doesn’t pull his hand away, only smirking down at you. Framed by the moonlight and with his big horns and horizontal pupils, he looks like a demon, and fuck… Why does that arouse you?
“I can smell your arousal, love. You are excited? Turned on to see me? To be my prey?” The little breath that escapes you doesn’t sound like a moan. Nope. Not true. (It totally does.) He laughs, loud and creepy, and pats your cheek lightly. “Come on, love… Do you want to run from me?” He helps you to your feet, turning you around and slapping your ass hard. “So run, little rabbit. Don’t let the big bad monster catch you.”
You are bolting out of there before he can finish the phrase. You try to go as fast as possible, but you hear him behind you, chasing you, gaining terrain. You can hear his breathing, the way his hooves land on the dirt…
His body lands on yours like a train, throwing you to the floor and rolling over so you aren’t the one hitting the floor. It lasts barely two seconds before he turns again and you are face down on the dirt, his big dick rutting against your ass.
“My cute human, my love, running away from your goatman? Mmmm… You smell delicious. Ripe. Ready to be breed.” You moan at his words. “Is that what you want? To be bred by the scary monster?” You nod against the dirt, and he huffs a laugh. “No need to nod, love. I can smell it all over you. I can hear your heartbeat. You are so needy and desperate for my cock. Always are.” You moan again.
He pulls down your pants, exposing your hole to the cold night air. His hands are still holding you down when he releases his own cock, landing right over your hole. He smears his precum all over you, pressing with his finger until you are moaning, begging for him to fuck you already.
“Is that what my love wants? To be fucked by a wild beast in the middle of the forest? What a dirty, dirty human you are…” He whispers the words, but the filth of it all, the truth of it all… It makes you shiver. You push your ass back and the slap makes you scream. “You get what I give you when I give it to you, don’t be cheeky.” You nod again, a single tear rolling down your cheek.
You feel the tip of his dick against your hole, his fingers stretching you until you are sure you are about to come, just to stop. You are about to tell him to fuck you when he pushes all the way in. One single thrust. So hard your face hits the ground, but you don’t care.
He’s fucking you like a madman, like he’s the evil in the movie, your personal demon. He’s chasing his own release, but it doesn’t matter. You were so pent up, your adrenaline pumping into your veins with such strength… That you aren’t too far yourself.
“I’m going to fill you so much. You are going to walk home with your pretty hole stretched and dripping. Like the good little human you are for me,” he grunts. And that does it. His filthy words send you over the edge, groaning and moaning against the forest floor while he ruts your hole, spilling everything he has inside of you like his life depends on it.
The sweat is cooling on your skin, his hands traveling up and down your sides, and he’s kissing the back of your neck softly. “You should watch more horror movies,” he says with a huff of amusement. You grunt, pushing him back until he lands on his back and you get on your feet, barely holding on. “Aw, love. Don’t be mad… I know you like when I chase you. You are such a cute prey!”
He keeps saying, but you are already walking home, his hooves behind you and his come ruining your pants. Fuck… You should watch more horror movies, indeed.
Ghoul (Ben) x fem!reader || enemies to lovers, UST
Reader...
The captain calls you the second you step out of the shower. You don’t want to tell him anything about Ben and you, but it would be unfair to play that card when you know he’d be interested in knowing about the new lead. But you are a coward, so you tell your captain to call him with the excuse of getting ready to go out and grabbing some coffee to keep awake.
You don’t need to get ready so badly that you couldn’t call him yourself, but the captain doesn’t question you before hanging up. Little victories. To be honest, after everything that happened, sleep wasn’t even in your plans tonight.
But you couldn’t exactly tell your captain about your partner eating you out so good your eyes crossed. That would be unprofessional and would call for some creature resources investigation, which is not what you want. The last thing you need is creature resources thinking you are even more of a liability. You are already on thin ice to many of the agents in the precinct for being a human, you don’t need being a monsterfucker added to that.
It’s not that people think less of humans or monsters who pair with each other, but there’s some level of stigma. Especially between couples where one of the partners has some kind of commensalism relationship with the other’s species. Like zombies, or sirens… or ghouls.
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Hodei is in professor mode today. He’s been chosen by his favorite professor to give a talk because she couldn’t. So here you are, like a good and supportive mate. Sitting in the back and listening actively (kinda) to what your hot orc mate is saying in front of the class. Just supporting him.
Competency kink is real and fucking fantastic. Your beautiful orc mate can’t do anything that turns you on more than being good at something, and right now… Fuck. Right now you can feel your pussy melting every time he says a big word.
Definitely supporting.
Nothing to do about how much it turns you on to hear him talking about engines and whatever else he’s saying. You aren’t even sure, you dissociated from his words like twenty minutes ago, when he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and showed his forearms.
It should be illegal for him to look so fucking hot in front of other people. But at the same time… Fuck, it kind of turns you on to know everybody in this room wants him. But they can’t touch. They might admire how hot he is, but only you will have him. As soon as possible if things go as planned.
You didn’t even come with the plan beforehand, it was at some point when he was solving a complicated-looking math problem on the chalkboard when you decided you were going to suck him off dry the second you were out of this classroom. Wherever that got you.
So you are staring at the clock above the door, waiting patiently (but not really) to hit the o’clock so you can jump your mate and do dirty things to him. As a celebration for his first time giving a lecture. Or whatever he wanted to make out of it. You can only think of his big dick down your throat. Or up your pussy. Or anywhere near you to be honest.
You are so close to coming. Just thinking about it, you are almost tempted to slip your hand inside your pants and rub one out in the last row of seats, but there are a lot of monster alumni in this class, and you are pretty sure some of them already smelled the pheromones coming out of you.
Your thoughts are so raunchy that you barely notice everybody else getting up and picking up their stuff until Hodei calls out for you. “My beautiful mate, how did I do?” For a second you are a deer caught in headlights, you dissociated so bad having dirty thoughts that you have no idea how he did.
“You did fantastic. The best teacher for sure. You are going to be amazing,” you respond almost in autopilot. He chuckles. There’s a hint of interest in his eyes when he sniffs the air, and the smirk that grows on his lips tells you he knows exactly where your thoughts are at.
“Sure,” he chuckles. “I need to grab some stuff from the office and then we can go, is that okay?” He guides you out and closes the door behind him, his laptop looking tiny in his big hand.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll go with you.” He arches an eyebrow, and you feel the blush creeping up your cheeks. “So I don’t have to wait around,” you add, fooling nobody with your poorly executed move to be subtle.
“Let’s go, then.” He throws his big arm over your shoulder and presses you to his side. His legs are slightly apart, which you know is a sign he’s getting a chubby and doesn’t want others to notice. But you notice everything about him.
The short walk to the upper floor where the office is feels like a thousand miles with the way your panties are rubbing against your sensitive clit. You are so wet you are worried your pants are going to be ruined after this.
The second the door is closed behind you, you are pushing him backwards until he’s blocking the door with his big body, and you are grabbing the collar of his shirt with enough force to surprise him. You claim his mouth like your life depends on it, deepening the kiss instantly. You want to consume him.
So you drop to your knees right there, in the middle of his office, the big windows on the other side open. It would be very difficult for somebody to see you there, but the little chance of somebody across the street looking in this direction and seeing you sends a rush of adrenaline down your spine that has you moaning while you nuzzle his dick through his pants.
“Fuck, mate,” he chants like a prayer. His hand is instantly tangled in your hair, and you moan louder. “You have to be quiet. There could be people in the other offices,” he adds. That only turns you on more.
You might have a bit of an exhibitionist kink. I mean, this is not a surprise, you always enjoyed the side of a bit too public. The extra excitement of almost being caught… But since you and Hodei mated, it’s only gotten way worse. If before you were together you were thirsty for him, it’s nothing compared to the way your whole body thrums with need for him every chance you get.
You palm his erection through his pants and he moans above you, enticing a big smile out of you. You slowly open his fly with your teeth, enjoying way too much the way his breathing accelerates and his hands grab onto your hair.
“You did so well in your lecture,” you tell him in your most slutty voice. “I think you deserve a reward, mate.” You add the last word just to see his reaction, and the way his head falls back against the door with a soft thud is an ego booster for sure.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath when you pull his cock out. “I’m not gonna last. You look so good on your knees. Such a perfect little mate for me. You are better than all my fantasies.” He’s spitting nonsense, but you don’t care. Not when his green dick is in front of your face`, and he’s already leaking precum.
You lean forward to catch a taste with the tip of your tongue, rolling it around the head while he curses like a sailor. “Better be quiet,” you tell him before you open your mouth and pull him inside.
His curse is muffled by the way he’s biting down on his lower lip, and you smile up at him around his shaft. He frowns for a second, but it’s rapidly replaced with a look of pure desire when you go forward, swallowing around him. Your tongue keeps playing with the underside of his dick, that little point that drives him insane.
You don’t even pretend you want this to last, you start bobbing your head like a pro while he chants something incoherent above you. Your focus is only one: to make him come like a champion so you can go back home and get fucked within an inch of your life.
You use every trick up your sleeve while he struggles to remain calm and quiet. And he fails miserably. “Fuck, mate. You are… Oh, goddess,” Hodei’s voice breaks. He sounds completely debauched by the time he covers his own mouth with his big hand.
You double your efforts, bobbing your head on his dick like you are trying to make him come as fast as possible. You can see him already starting to get there, his hips fluttering, his knees trembling…
And by the time you grab onto his balls, massaging them at the same time you suck him down to the root, he’s muttering curses above you and you feel the telltale sign of his balls tightening on your hand before he releases deep down your throat.
You swallow around him, driving him as deep as possible and sucking as much as you can in this position. The things he’s saying above you would make the devil blush, but it only makes you go harder, driving him into oversensitivity while his hips fuck into your mouth a few dozen more times.
He pulls you off with a whimper, and you smile up at him, licking your lips seductively and making him curse once more before he pulls you up and claims your mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. Your legs are trembling, too, and your pussy is chanting Hodei’s name, like a siren’s call. You want to jump on his dick right here, but you know that won’t be a good idea. You want his knot, and there’s no way you can get it here.
“We need to get home, ASAP,” you whisper against his lips and he smiles. You pull apart, setting your clothes straight while he checks you out. You know you must look completely fucked out, but you don’t care. “Hodei, I swear to the goddess, if I don’t get your knot in me in the next half an hour, we’ll have a problem.” Your threat is not as successful as you intend, but he chuckles while he fixes his clothes.
Hodei is still breathing hard, his hands rubbing his face as if he’s trying to get the dopey smile off his mouth. He doesn’t succeed, but it makes you feel all kinds of pleased with yourself that you could bring him to his demise so beautifully and so fast.
“Get those sleeves back in place before I climb you like a tree right here,” you warn him before licking your lips one more time. It doesn’t really work, but he looks so smug and pleased with himself that you kiss him again, swallowing his whimper.
“Let’s go home so I can return the favor, my pretty mate,” he whispers against your lips before cupping a feel of your ass, groping you until you are panting.
“You are an asshole,” you mutter under your breath as you walk out of the office.
There’s a couple monsters in the hallway that by the looks they give you… know exactly what happened there.
Hi all! I opened a Patreon and here's some info on the different tiers and what each one include + their price. Any doubt don't hesitat to ask me thru ask box or DM. :) This doesn't mean you won't be able to commission through ko-fi anymore, that will still be an option for those of you who want longer pieces or can't indulge on Patreon but want a one time commission kinda thing.
Free subscription
Easy search. You can find a lot of stories in this tier, but per Patreon new policies, I can't "unlock" everything to the free tier because it contains explicit content. But there's a lot of the old stuff in there with easy tag search.
Tier 1 - Monster friend - 2$/month
Early access to all stories that I will end up posting on Tumblr. You'll get the Tumblr stories a couple days before everyone else can read them.
Priority to request short stories and short text. If you send a request, yours will take less than the average time it takes for everyone else not suscribed.
Character charts and lore from my stories and original characters.
Discord access. You can join my amazing server where we can talk, share and have fun all together (my server is really fun).
Tier 2 - Monster lover - 6$/month
Everything already mentioned.
Access to all Patreon exclusive stories, at least one per week. This means you'll get at least 4 exclusive stories per month, either a follow up for existing stories or completely new ones. This includes further stories from the series: GymSlut, Helping neighbors and Alien Inspector...
Occasional polls for what I'll write next.
NSFW and SFW WIPs, blurbs, and dialogues. Every once in a while, I'll share some drabbles and things I'm working on.
SFW Art of my OCs. Comissions for GymSlut, Helping neighbors and Alien inspector series. Plus some picrew images to give y'all an idea of the characters.
Tier 3 - Monster fucker - 10$/month
Everything already mentioned.
One writing commission (1-3k story) every two months. So that's one the first month, one the third month and so on. Also, if you want to commission more, you'll get a discount for being part of this tier.
NSFW Art of my OCs. Uncensored version of the ones at the tier before.
Tier 4 - Monster partner - 20$/month
Everything already mentioned.
One writing commission (1-3k story) every month. Also, if you want to commission more, you'll get a discount for being part of this tier.
Tier 5 - Monster deity - 35$/month
Everything already mentioned.
My forever love and adoration.
(This tier is only in case somebody has extra cash and wants to help a content-creator like myself out)
[Sneak peek of exclusive stories can be found in this masterlist]
I wonder how they'd be with a super clingy reader.
I mean like just physically clingy, evey moment they're together, reader is holding to their arm when walking around, always sitting on their lap, and following them around the house.
But not to the point of asking for their location or calling every five minutes, just super touch starved.
Werewolf!boyfriend would be even worse than you. He would be all over you 24/7 if you let him. He suffers from separation anxiety and wants nothing more than to follow you around and make sure you are always cared for and have everything you need. He'd be even clingier than you, and you... you'd probably be into it. Especially when you sit on his lap and his arms curl around your middle, his dick instantly chubbing up under your ass while he sniffs your hair and nips at your neck. He's such a good boy.
Minotaur!boyfriend would be more than happy about it. He wants you around him as much as you want to be around him. He loves that everyone around knows how much you love him, and insists on showing everyone else how much he loves you in return. And if that means a bit of an exhibitionist kink fucking you in public bathrooms and fingering you at the cinema while you bite on his bicep not to moan... All the better.
Orc!boyfriend would be confused at first, but rapidly will catch on about how touch starved you are. He will take full advantage of it, giving you everything he has and more. He would love to have you hanging around him all day, because that will mean easy access to your always dripping pussy for him. You sit on his lap? You end up full of his fingers and coming right there. You cling to his side? He will bend you over and eat your pussy from behind until you are screaming his name. You won't be touch starved ever again... And he will never be unsatisfied ever again. Works perfectly for the both of you.
Vampire!boyfriend would be a bit annoyed by it at first. He's been living alone a long time, and he enjoys his peace and quiet. He likes being alone most of the time. But he will make an exception for you. He will totally let you sit on his lap and cling to his side. Whatever keeps you happy makes him happy. Even if it makes it a bit awkward when he's dealing with other leaders, but that turns out for the best, because your intel in humanity improves his relationship with other vampire clans immensely.
Dragon!boyfriend would be confused but willing to go along with anything. He doesn't know much about humans, so he just assumes that's how humans act, and he's sure to replicate it so you don't feel bad ever. He will cling to you equally, always hanging around you and touching you in any way he can. He never realizes that's not normal human behaviour, he just assumes everyone else is just doing it wrong and he's adopting how *real humans* act.
You can see other headcanons in this masterlist and can send some whenever you want (it does take me a lil bit to get to them but I always answer).
My novella is out in the world and available to anyone who wants to read it on KU, or you can purchase it in paperback!
You can find it here.
It would mean the world if y'all read it and review it wherever you review your books. It's very short, you can read it in one sitting and, if I can say so myself, it's very, very cute!
Imagine working at a monster restaurant where you are the only human staff. Everyone treats you like a little pet, cooing at you and thinking everything you do is adorable. It's infuriating, but the pay is really good and the tips are outstanding.
Especially from the dragon at the back. The one that comes every single night you are on shift and asks for the same salmon with veggies and a glass of your finest wine. He spends hours just staring at you, talking to you in your break and pretty much making you feel like you are the most special girl in the world. And he always leaves a tip so big he can solve your rent in only one night. You have a bit of a crush on the dragon. Or more like a big, big crush.
But one night he doesn't show up. You are kind of worried, but mostly annoyed that your best customer and the one that always makes your night a bit brighter is not there. The night is a disaster, and your tips end up being shitty because you aren't as bubbly as other nights. You walk home that night feeling awful, your whole body tired and your heart feeling too heavy.
Just to stop dead in your tracks when you spy a big figure sitting in front of your apartment. A very recognizable figure. Are you in danger? Do you need to call the police? You try to think of all the ways things could go wrong, but you are too slow. He turns towards you and stares, a big smirk stretching his dragon features, his fangs shiny under the moonlight. You are about to run when he opens his mouth: "about time, darling. I have a different kind of tip for you tonight."
What do you think the different monsters love languages are?
A/N: I will start this saying that love languages are a lie invented by a man to take advantage of his wife, so I will take this headcanon very openly.
Werewolf!boyfriend would be all of them in one. He loves you so much he can't choose a way to show it to you. He loves to praise you any chance he gets, telling you how good you are, how pretty, how happy you make him. And the next second he will be bringing you little flowers and trinkets that reminded him of you when he went out on a run. You are constructing a whole collection of pretty rocks because he keeps giving you some. He would be plastered to your side any chance he gets, never too far away from you if he can help it. And well... If being close to you ends up in him fucking you senseless every possible opportunity, that's a win-win situation.
Minotaur!boyfriend and Orc!boyfriend would be all for physical touch. They love all the other forms of expressing their love to you, but nothing can compare to having you sprawled under them while they fuck you over and over, their goal to make you hit a high of pleasure you've never known before. It's like a competition with themselves. How much can you come? How many times? For how long? Can they make you cry from pleasure? And you fucking love it.
Vampire!boyfriend would be about quality time and words of affirmation. He enjoys every single second he spends with you, your human lifespan so much shorter than his, and he wants to enjoy your presence while he still can listen to your heartbeat. He knows someday it would be as silent as his, and he simply likes its cadence while he looks at you. And well... for words of affirmation, he might have a praise kink.
Dragon!boyfriend would be all for gifting and and acts of service. What do you want? What do you need? What can he offer to you? It doesn't matter what you ask for, or how hard it is to find, or how expensive. His only life goal since he found you is to make sure you get everything you want and desire. Doesn't matter if it's a new necklace, a bigger sex toy or a whole castle. He will get everything for you. He will take care of your every need.
You can see other headcanons in this masterlist and can send some whenever you want (it does take me a lil bit to get to them but I always answer).
