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fallenxangel-13 · 2 months
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sleep paralysis (monsterfucking).
waking up to a strange sensation in the black of the night. feather-light touches sail up and down your curves, and your thighs only clench naturally. you haven't touched yourself before bed, though, nor were you aroused enough to do so… until now, it seemed.
as you ease in and out of consciousness throughout this unusually long night, new sensations take flight; a ticklish tingle on your lips like a sweet kiss, gently coaxing your thighs open somehow — goosebumps shoot down your spine as a trail of slick warmth spreads across your neck much like a tongue was lapping it. a needy moan escaping your lips.
baffled, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you until you realized you laid there. paralyzed. pinned to the mattress by brute strength far from human, sinking down on you — your gown riding up along with something warm, thick, and smooth circling your clit endlessly. rendering you a hot and needy mess before finally slipping all the way inside your soaked parts. filling you to the brim. your pathetic choked up sobs and squirms unmatched for this feral sensation claiming you.
it was then you realized that you weren't responsible for this immense pleasure as slow panting could be heard with each monstrous thrust and all you could do was take it like prey while your body was used for the beast's heavy load... and he won't stop until he's finished.
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bishy437 · 6 months
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pov: you follow wwx on snapchat
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angelltheninth · 3 months
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Finding Out Your Demon Boyfriend is Ribbed for Your Pleasure
Pairing: Male!Demon x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, ribbed cock, flirting, biting, tail shenanigans, demon anatomy
A/N: More monster stuff, this is loosely based on Krampus from my novel.
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A surprise to be sure, then again you should have expected this given how much he bragged about his dick
Upon expecting it closer and touching it you found that the structure shouldn't be too uncomfortable
From the few strokes you gave him it seemed similar to some of your favorite toys
He told you he was made to fuck you, now is the time to prove it
You feel his hands on you, moving you to the couch with ease
As much as he loves what your mouth could do for him, right now he wants you to feel his cock in your pussy
No condoms, you need to feel all of him
His cockhead pushes past your tight opening, he's just the right thickness too, stretching you but not to the point of it hurting or being uncomfortable
That tail of his has a mind of it's own, wrapping around your ankle and pulling your leg up so he can see the moment he fully sinks in, connected with you
Your walls tighten around him right away, eager to feel his structure, the ribbed feeling that is both familiar and not
It's softer than your toys, twitching, pulsing, hot, so damn hot and it feels so good
He felt shivers running through you, your whole body shaking with his thrusts
Bites your shoulder to hold you still
Which only serves to heighten the pleasure that you feel
Keeps his thrusts at an even pace, he knows it will take a while to get used to getting fucked like this all the time
Overstimulating at first yes, but you really want to get used to it
Might feel too good now but with enough practice your pussy will get used to the feeling
Or maybe it won't and you'll give him this wonderful reaction, mouth open for moans and teary eyes, every time
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toxooz · 1 year
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The Devil's Bounty Hunter
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hellboys · 11 months
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BLACK MIRROR 6.05 – demon 79
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rs-hawk · 5 months
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Kinkmas: Day Six
The Father, The Demon and The Church
Slipping into the church wasn’t hard. All he had to do was make up a few documents and dress the part. With a few tweaks thanks to illusions, no one would be able to tell that he wasn’t a priest, except for you. You could feel something was off about the way he smiled at you during mass, or how he always asked you first about confessions, but you just bottled it up. He’s the Father. You don’t have to worry about him, right?
During Christmas Eve Mass, you had wandered outside for a bit of air. It was hot and stuffy inside, and the whole “eating the body of Jesus” thing always made you queasy. You never understood why it had to be phrased the way it was. Just as you had let the cool air cool your hot face, there was the sound of the heavy church doors closing behind you.
“Hello there. Slipping out a little early tonight, aren’t we?” his familiar voice came from behind you.
Your face flushed again as you turned to look at the Father. “Good evening, Father. I just needed a breath of fresh air is all.”
“I’m sure you did,” he mused as he walked over to you, his short black air catching the candlelight pouring from inside. It looked almost oil slicked with a multitude of different colors, but that was gone in an instant.
He sat beside you on the stairs, making you feel a bit self-conscious. Was your skirt too short? Your top too tight? You pulled your jacket closer around you, hoping to rid yourself of those thoughts. You always dressed nicely at church. You were just being paranoid due to the extra attention.
The Father set a hand on your knee, making you jump slightly. He chuckled, leaving it there. “There now, you’re not scared of me, are you?”
“No Father,” you says automatically, though you didn’t look at him now. He slid is hand further up your leg, making you flinch away. “What are you-.”
“Shh, I’m just testing something out that you told me during confessional,” he whispered in your ear, finally gripping your inner thigh.
Your breath hitched, and your mind flashed back to the confessional where he had encouraged you to be completely open with you. You admitted that you lusted, and had wanted to be taken in public without anyone knowing, but where anyone might find out. Is that what he meant? Why would he be testing that?
“You can’t,” you said with a breathy whine, but he already had pushed your panties aside and was teasing your lips with his finger.
Before you could protest further, he slipped a finger inside of you, making you let out a soft whine.
“I can if you keep quiet,” he insisted, a hissing undertone to his voice.
Before you knew it, your legs were wrapped around his hips as you rocked back and forth on his fingers, him pumping them in and out of you. When someone opened the church doors, you hid your face in his chest, but he remained calm as he continued to play with your pretty little cunt.
“Yes? Can I help you?” he asked, only turning his head slightly.
“Will you be coming back inside soon, Father? I’m just worried about you getting cold. Father Jones is doing an amazing job, of course, but…,” the man trails off awkwardly.
“I’ll be back in soon. I think I just am a little under the weather and the fresh air is helping,” he replied, curling his fingers inside of you. You had to bite the corner of your cheek to keep from crying out.
The man apologized and wished the Father well before heading back inside. As soon as the door was shut, the Father adjusted you, grinding your dripping cunt against the bulge in his pants. That’s when you really noticed the change. His eyes were dark as night, and his skin seemed… off. Too tight fitting. His teeth were unusually sharp when he smiled at you.
As the realization dawned on you, it was too late. He was able to pull down his trousers and bury his enormous cock inside of you in seconds. All you could is cry out in pleasure as he pumped you up and down. You knew you shouldn’t like it as much as you did, and later you’d blame the demon, but no. You wanted this. Maybe more than you’d wanted anything.
You whined and begged for more in his long, pointed ear. Your lips found every inch of his skin you could manage, only nipping him when his claws dug into your soft skin.
It felt like he would split you open with the way he was moving you up and down, like you weighed nothing and were just a toy for his pleasure. He yanked you down roughly, coaxing a loud moan from your lips. That was when he placed a hand over your stomach, a light tease at how deep he was inside of you.
“What a good girl,” he mused as you were painted in the light pouring from the stained glass.
“Thank you, Father,” you panted, barley able to get it out before he went back to using your soft, human body.
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bellamuertes · 8 months
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Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell? (x)
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lonelymound · 7 months
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😻
Art by Spicymancer
Ps, I couldn't find their Tumblr till someone linked it in the replies so thankyou 😍🤩
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zootopiathingz · 1 month
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Alastor: *handing Charlie a blanket and a cup of coffee* Good morning, my darling princess. It’s such a pleasure to wake up to the sight of your beautiful face every day.
Husk: *repeatedly whacking Angel in the head with a newspaper* WHY ARE YOU THE WAY YOU ARE??
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bucketsofmonsters · 6 months
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I was wondering, in Proper Etiquette (my favourite of your writings) Reader is wearing dresses and corsets all the time (which is Wonderful and corsets are Not Evil Actually they're literally a bra that supports the weight of heavy layers of skirts BUT I DIGRESS) but how would Rygel react to his wife, feeling a little cold as fall comes along, asks to have a sweater like he's wearing and some warm pants or a wool skirt and petticoat to wear with the sweater, rather than her usual fine clothes that clearly aren't built for the weather in her new home
You’re so real for the corset thing, I will defend corsets until the day I die. Also sorry this took me forever
Rygel ran hot. You were well aware of that fact by now. Every time you pressed up against him he radiated heat, more than any person you’d ever been near, although to be fair you didn’t have much of a frame of reference. 
What had taken a bit longer was realizing they all did. 
When you’d first arrived it had been summer, a little colder than the summers you were accustomed to, but nothing too severe. 
But then winter had come, and with it, something unfamiliar to you. With it came the snow. 
It was a perfect coincidence for them because while they seemed largely comfortable in the cold of your new home, you were not. You were instead accustomed to a little rain in the winter, maybe some cold winds, but nothing an extra layer or two couldn’t combat. 
This was far from that. At first, the snow had been delightful. You’d only ever heard stories and caught glimpses of it on the peaks of faraway mountains, but here it was all around you. 
As the novelty faded, it became a bit more of a problem. 
You tried what you’d always done, adding layers and bundling up, but you just didn’t have enough. Nothing you had was built for this kind of cold and it wasn’t like you could borrow clothes from someone, you’d drown in the sheer amount of fabric.
So instead you stood, bundled under layers that were helpless against the biting cold. You’d barely been outside for a few minutes before you’d rushed back into the warmth of your room but the cold had settled in your bones and couldn’t be snuffed out so easily. 
Your jaw was clenched to stop your teeth from chattering, your whole body wound tight, trying to preserve what little heat you had. 
“I’m not built for this,” you said with a huff as you collapsed backward onto your bed, wrapping yourself in blankets. 
Rygel huffed out a laugh from his desk, his attention still focused on whatever he was reading. “Not built for what?”
“Winter. Not here at least. I think I might go into hibernation.”
He froze, eyes widening before he turned to you. “Oh my god, you’re cold. Of course you are, I should’ve prepared for this.”
You cut him off. “No, I’m fine, really. I’ve been keeping inside as much as I can, the layers have been helping, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.”
He did not seem convinced. “We don’t have any clothes that’ll fit you. Hell, we don’t have warm enough clothes anyway. Shit. You should’ve told me.” His words were dripping with concern as the full implications of his mistake hit him. 
“Rygel,” you said, trying to cut through the worry and reassure him. “I’m fine, really, it’s not a big deal. I can stay inside for a season, god knows there’s more than enough fires and blankets in this place to keep me warm.”
“I should have realized. I forget how fragile your kind are, I should have seen this coming, gotten you some real clothes. As much as I love those dresses, we have to get you in some furs. ”
 “We are not fragile, you are just all far too sturdy. And besides, I like my dresses.”
“Mmhmm,” he hummed dismissively with a smile. “Sure we are. I really should have been more careful with you though. Your safety is more important than anything. I will keep you warm if it’s the last thing I do, even if we do have to cover up those pretty little dresses. Now, how will I ever manage to keep you warm until we can get you some better-suited clothes?”
You climbed onto his lap, ducking underneath his shirt, and pressed up close to him, absorbing his heat as you felt a chuckle run through his chest. “Maybe I shouldn’t get you warm clothes,” he said as a steady arm wrapped around you. “I think I prefer this.”
You hummed in agreement. “Plus it’s very dignified.”
His hand scooped under you, lifting you while keeping you close to him. “Very.”
You happily nuzzled further into his chest and he returned to his work, his arm still firmly wrapped around you. You were sure he’d find something for you, get you warmer clothes and make sure you were safe and warm and happy. His concern more than convinced you of that. 
And when all else failed, at least your husband ran hot.
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wishfulsketching · 19 days
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Random boyfriends
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chuluoyi · 4 months
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yuta… yuta—
i’m counting on you. pls just make it right somehow *sobs*
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whereserpentswalk · 3 days
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All of these beings will date and/or fuck you if you want them to. Reblog to summon your knight. Like to give them headpats.
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scrimblyscrorblo · 2 months
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Back to Sanegiyuu doodles babbyyyyyy they’re so fun actually
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Bonus: Demon Sanegiyuu, they’re even more competitive as demons, it’s a nightmare for literally everyone else. Oddly enough, I think they’d respect each other more though
Maybe…just even….thinking of each other as their one true rival…..
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marsalta · 2 months
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kor0kke · 10 months
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BOYFRIEND.XML
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This BF is from a collab I did last year :]] I did 3 versions because I couldn't decide and at the end I did a whole background for each one lol (just used the first one tho)
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