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This slut doesn't care that the tentacle monster captured her

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Do you want that breeding? 😏

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The Devil Corrupts a Nun

Pairing: Male Devil x Female!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, dirty talk, corruption kink, mentions of God, creampie, name-calling, fucking from behind, eye contact (with Jesus, idk what to tag here)

A/N: This has nothing to do with a Warrior Nun fic I read a while ago... nope.

"I was surprised at first, how easy it was to get you into this position." His long tongue licked the side of your newly exposed neck, "Then again you religious types are all to happy to get on your knees aren't you. All that kneeling, at least this time you get something good out of it." His hot hands roamed your body, pinching your nipples as he thrust into you from behind.

Of all the placed to let a demon, a devil take you it should not have been in the church. It shouldn't have been anywhere.

"To tell you the truth it worried me a little." He said thoughtfully.

"What did?" He was worried about you? That couldn't be right. He was only using you for his pleasure wasn't he? And you let him do it. Part of you enjoyed knowing that he found you so desirable to step into a place of worship.

Fangs pressed against your heated, wet skin, "That someone got to you before I did." His tail sneaked between your legs, trailing your shaking thighs before delivering a quick slap against your clit. "But no, of course you wouldn't do that. You were saving this pretty pussy. I'm flattered, human."

You shook your head, mind nearly blank as he kept bottoming out and rubbing his tail over your abused clit. "Not for you, devil."

"Of course not for me. For Him." His claws dug into your scalp as he pulled your hair and made you look at the cross, "That's what makes it all the sweeter for me. I get to take you, make you my own, make you moan in pleasure. Tell Him. Go on, tell Him how good my cock feels."

"I can't. I won't." If you admit to in front of God then... the Devil really will take your soul. You hated how appealing that was to you in this moment. But after? He would surely get tired of you.

"No? Then I should stop?" You whimpered as he started to pull out. "I shouldn't? You want more?" You tore your face away from his grip, eyes on the floor, fists balled into fists, "You can admit it. If you do so I will make you my woman, forever."

Your body moved in it's own, hips rolling back until your ass was against him, "Don't leave."

He pressed himself against you, your hips tilted up, head pushed down, "Then I won't. I'll be here every night when you come here to prey, to ask for forgiveness. I will teach you everything about pleasure, mine and your own. With how much I come in your womb they might think of you as the next Virgin Mary. Little will they know you're a the devil's cockslut."

Your pussy clenched tight around his cock, keeping him in while he emptied himself inside you, growling praise and sin into your ear.

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Oh what would u do if they tell u this??..😶‍🌫️

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Need to be the virgin “sacrifice” to a forest deity and I think I’m gonna die until he towers over me as I’m tied to a tree and he gently unties me and takes me by the hand to his hidden fortress full of the other virgin “sacrifices” that are just living with him and servicing him

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Huu

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Vampire Bite

A vampire whose saliva acts like lube for their fangs. They lick your neck, getting it all nice and slick. Maybe it tingles or feels really warm when there's a breeze rolling over it. The memory of breath builds in anticipation as they prepare to bite.

Once their lips touch your skin, icy cold makes you stiffen, only to feel ecstasy as fangs penetrate. Their saliva dribbles into the wound, allowing deeper penetration. You tilt your head back to give them more access as the icy cold is replaced with fiery hot pleasure, moaning for them.

Once they finish drinking, you're ready for more, ready to pounce and warm up their cold body.

And they're all too willing as your aroused blood flows through their veins.

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Imagine a vampire who had chronic pain when they were alive and who thought they would lose their condition when they became immortal and while they do gain the typical super strength and vampire magic powers they still have their normal pain. It's almost worse now because normal painkillers no longer affect them and they have to shell out for the expensive magic stuff. Any time they ask for help they get advice like "drink lots of blood" "go for nightly walks through the cemetery" and "try bat yoga (yoga but you're a bat)" and it's just generally frustrating when everyone acts like they've never even heard of a vampire in pain before.

At the same time, a werewolf has chronic pain and has a different issue where pain is pretty normal for werewolves while shifting, but when they start feeling joint pain and aches in their day-to-day life even without shifting. There are a lot of resources to shift in a safe way to minimize discomfort but other wolves are baffled when they talk about being in pain without shifting.

anyways they meet and fuck nasty style.

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Kabedon types, featuring the Yandere! OCs

“Where do you think you’re going?” And other creative ways to keep your Darling from getting away.

Another fever dream, I’m so sorry.

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Monster Mash

Vampire

CW: blood, blood marking, marking, blood kink, blood as lube, biting, bruises, hickies, sleepy sex, soft sex, brief oral sex, praise

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Late night or maybe early morning was when one of them decided they needed you and your daily activities began. Being woken up no longer feeling the warmth of the blankets over you, the feeling is replaced by a set of cold arms carrying you, bridal style, into the house. You got a few good hours of undisturbed much needed rest, the Satyr let you stay in his hut to heal and help with anything while you stayed in bed, recuperating from tending to your werewolf mate with his rut the prior week. Your whole body ached and was sore all over, muscles tense and bruised, so sleeping in a warm and comfy bed was a dream come true. Now you're being placed down on a set of satin silk beddings and the welcoming chill of the room, two telltale signs of where you are and who you are with.

The cold air that drifts around the room like a sprite and the dim lighting make it seem like the candle flames cast shadows of dancing figures across the walls.

"Sorry if I woke you, my love, just you looked so peaceful and etherial while you slept, I should get a painting done to capture it." Your vampire lover whispered in your ear, "Though I don't think it would do your beauty justice."

Cold, corpse-like hands wandered over your body, up your thighs and rested on your hips, massaging and kneaded the flesh like a cat as he left butterfly kisses on your neck, pulling the shirt up to reveal your lower half bare. His hands moved towards the faded marks in feather-like touches, tracing the barely visible bites and bruises that decorated your skin, tracing them like he is admiring his work.

The shirt didn't last long, whose shirt was it? Was it yours or one of your partners? Either way it was now nothing but a pile of scraps, ripped from your body with a growl, it probably smelled like one of your mates anyway. "Stupid piece of fabric," he muttered, "smells vile, it ruins yours, can't have that now, can we? Not when you're with me." He nipped at the flesh on your neck with his fangs, softly prying your legs open. Slotting himself between them while he caged you with his arms around your waist.

Small nips and bites on your jugular, drawing the tiniest amounts of blood, like he's taste testing his meal to come while he worked you up, teasing you by rubbing your thighs, kissing and biting down your body until his head was between your thighs, he placed a kiss to your inner left thigh. Looking up at you as he started to nip at your legs, before biting down on your left thigh, causing you to yelp from the sudden pain and feeling, watching as he held a tight, bruising grip on your leg as he drank.

Moaning out softly at the vampires actions and the sensation of him feeding, you let your head fall back on the soft, plush pillows, flinching ever so slightly as he bites down at a new area, switching between them as he feasts, briefly stopping to mouth at your slit, the blood from his meal dripping down on to you and the bed below. Using his tongue to lap up as much of missed blood as possible, using it as a way to show you are his. Running his tongue up and down to your hole and back up to your clit, in long-drawn-out strokes, "You always taste so good." He speaks, muffled, as he buries his face into the flesh of your thigh once more.

More nips and bites as he makes his way back up your body to your neck, stopping to spread more of your blood on your skin, kissing it to leave bloody kisses in his wake, marking you in your own blood even more. Your lover removes his cock from his cock from his trousers, grinding between your legs, collecting your wetness, blood and your werewolves leftover cum, being mindful of the marks and open bite wounds he recently just left on your skin.

Humming you spread your legs wider for him, giving whatever form of verbal conformation your sleep idled, recently fucked for a whole week brain can manage, the vampire lines himself up to you before slowly slipping the tip of his dick in, "oh, loot at that, you're so wet, that mutt opened you up nicely, stretched you wide," leaning over your body, he places kisses to the side of your mouth, passing some of your own blood to you, staining your lips red, "Bet I can slide right in."

He was right, one quick thrust and his pelvis met yours, your gummy walls welcomed him with no issues. He started with small bites on your neck once again, little grazes of his fangs here and there, barely functioning the soft tissue. Lazily grinding into you, enjoying the warmth of your walls and skin, draping his cold body over yours as he held you by the hips.

Then he started to leisurely fuck you, mindlessly while he ate, fixated on feeding off you, sucking on your neck to stake his claim knowing the other would see and take it as a challenge, pulling orgasm and orgasm from you as he humped, stimulating that small bundle of nerves. The skin around your neck and shoulders, as well as your inner thighs, are scattered in bright red marks that will soon bloom into a garden of blemishes and bruises for you to admire.

He always says your blood taste better, more savoury, when lust and arousal coursed through your veins like a forest fire. Like a drug, a drug he never wanted to quit or give up, even if he tried to. Feasting on you while you lay there and look pretty, not even in a sexual way, was a sight your vampire loved more than anything, except maybe his love and devotion for you.

Getting slowly fucked while your mind balances on the tightrope between unconscious and conscious. Was there any way better than spending your time?

A few drops drip down the valley between your breasts, the vampire smirks, bowing his head down to a lick a few up, running his fingers over the rest, smearing the blood over your skin as he picks it up. Watching with half-lidded eyes as he brings his fingers up to his mouth to devour the liquid meal that tried to escape, making a show of weaving his tongue between his fingers to ensure nothing is missed, not once breaking eye contact, leaning his body back over you once done.

"Delicious, so sweet." You moan softly at his words, half drunk off orgasms and the overstimulation from last week's ordeal, half off bloodless. Another orgasm is pushed from you when he grinds his hips against you again, his thrusts speed up to the point where your overly tired body can't keep your legs or eyes open. Reaching for his left hand, intertwining your fingers with his, holding his hand while your free arm wraps around his neck, playing with his hair while he drinks from you.

Several bites litter your pulse points, bright red and wet with saliva from where he's been recently feeding. His grip tightens around your hips, nails digging into the flesh, drawing out more pin prickles of blood, finally spilling his cum into you as he takes one last mouthful of blood, stilling his hips and he laps up what's left as you catch your breath.

You lay there in each other embrace, he cradles your head with his free hand, not letting go of yours, giving short kisses as his undead body cools down your overheated one. Slowly removing himself to get up and grab a wash cloth while you lay there on his bed, cleaning you up and tending to the bites and bruises with a healing cream the orc brought back from one of his travels a while ago. Pulling you close, his ear close to a vein so he can hear your heartbeat, it was something that calmed him, hearing your heart rhythmically beating, you had a feeling it was because he missed his own, but he was defensive when asked. He let you sleep, regain some energy and catch up on the sleep he disturbed a few moments prior, before your other lovers came knocking and asking for a turn.

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A vampire boyfriend who isn’t pretty like modern depictions would make you think. He’s hideous because he’s dead. Undead, sure, but dead is dead. You can tell that it took a few days for the venom to kick in because his skin is ashy, and his skin clings to his face in a disturbing way. His eyes are milky and glassy, so he relies on mostly scent. His mouth is the most disturbing thing though. It’s huge. Much too big for a human face. You can’t help but cringe every time he opens it. It’s rows of sharp, spindly, needle-like teeth and it pulls back like a snake’s.

You love him. You loved him in life and you’ll love him in death. His teeth sinking into your soft skin as he holds you down and uses your body the entire time he’s draining you doesn’t change that. He rams into you, leaving bruises from how hard he’s keeping you pinned to the ground. You whine and whimper as he drains you and from how hard he’s holding you, but he doesn’t seem to care. His fat, thick cock slams into you, hitting your cervix with each thrust in. It’s all about his pleasure, but you bite your lip and don’t complain. You’re trying to remind yourself to just be happy he’s still here. Kind of.

Suddenly, he grunts that he’s close. It’s the first time he’s spoken since he died. “D-don’t cum in me,” you say in a panicked voice, terror flooding you. Can you even get pregnant this way? If he’s kind of alive, does that mean his semen is too?

You start struggling and pushing against him, though it’s like a fly pushing a mountain. He bites harder on your neck, making you cry out in pain. Your blood starts trickling down your neck as he greedily drinks, his thrusts becoming more erratic and non-rhythmic as he shoves his fingers down your throat, nearly silencing your screams.

You sob and beg as best as you can for him not to cum in you as he abuses your poor cervix, but he doesn’t care. He crams himself fully inside of you, making you grunt against his fingers, as he cums deeply inside of you. You whimper and sob, thinking it’s over, but no. He starts rocking back into you, pushing the cum deeper inside of you. Before you know it, he’s ramming into you again, his cum slicking his undead cock, making it easier for him to use you how he pleases.

“Gonna breed you. Gonna use you,” he grunts against your throat as he licks the stray blood there.

All you can do is whimper as your Vampire Boyfriend fucks and ruins you.

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Obsessed with a Vampire Prince who falls in love with a human commoner. Imagine him sneaking off to the village not to terrorize and murder but to hang out with his beloved. He's supposed to marry aristocracy or at the very least a fellow vampire. Not someone so weak, so powerless, and one whose life is so fleeting. However, the more time he spends with you, the more he can't imagine marrying anyone who's not you. He loves you, it's as simple as that. Even though you're human, and even though you don't equal his status.

The vampire king and queen know about his little love affair and decide to let it slide. give him a few decades to grow up, you'll die and he'll marry someone respectable and settle down. This love is cute, but they're sure it'll fade soon. you'll grow old, you'll die. he won't get to keep you. Monsters don't get happy endings.

And you do die, sooner than anyone could have dreamed of, still young, a whole life robbed from you when a horrible accident closes your eyes forever. Your Vampire lover is, much to his parents' surprise, gutted, heartbroken, and crushed in a way that no one could soothe. But with so much unfinished business... it's almost unsurprising when your spirit stirs, rises from your grave, and wanders back to the forest where you and your prince lover would sneak off together, translucent and silver in the moonlight. a ghost. The queen and king were right, you did die, but they were wrong when they thought that meant he couldn't keep you. Togeteher you and your love are imortal in death.

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Vampire Boyfriend Who Only Wants to Drink From You

Pairing: Male!Vampire Boyfriend x Human Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, drinking blood, period mention, temperature difference

A/N: From orcs to vampires. And I got more monster asks in my inbox.

There's always a long conversation when ever you need to travel and your vampire!boyfriend can't go with you. He would never stop you from traveling but he always points out that he'll get so skinny without you. Offering to freeze your blood in blood bags and put it in the fridge for him isn't good enough. It never tastes as good, more like frozen dinner. He needs to drink straight from the source.

Vampire!boyfriend is aware he comes across as childish and whiney. It doesn't suit someone who lived hundreds of years. But what else is he supposed to do? You're his girlfriend, his equal, you should know the things that bother him. Even if they seem like silly, stupid issues.

Your vampire!boyfriend is like a little puppy when you come back to him. Another thing he shouldn't behave like, he ain't no werewolf. He follows you like a shadow, hand in hand, kissing your neck, silently asking for a sip. It feels like it's been ages since he fed, his stomach is so loud. Of course he used to go for much longer than this without feeding but having such a cute girlfriend at his disposal made him crave blood like never before.

As soon as you offer your neck to your vampire!boyfriend you see the hunger in him take over. There's no pain for you when he bites, not anymore, not since he made it clear that you are the only person he will drink from. He's tried several other types of blood but it's all tasted very bland and hasn't been able to quench is thirst.

It was a problem when it first started happening since your vampire!boyfriend didn't want to drain you to the point of making you pass out or making you sick. Your periods come in real handy at times because of this. Unlike other types of blood that he used to take yours actually makes a difference in his body temperature, bringing it closer to your own. It's a neat side-effect that not even he knew about before it happened.

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sleep paralysis (monsterfucking).

waking up to long, slow strokes in your warm slick, accompanied by playful licks on your clit — unable to make out what brews inside you in the dark. the heavy, rhythmic paces urging your orgasm after orgasm. the burning sensation of a beast's venomous tongue between your thighs.

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Love knots. Love the idea of knotting. Like oh nooooooo, ig we HAVE to cockwarm and cuddle in each others warm embrace with your cock buried deep inside me. Ugh that sucksssss :((