#i’m not a monsterfucker i swear

[mw567152]

@ Larian please let me fuck the devil, thank you

#raphael #he’s just so fine #baldurs gate 3 #larian #i’m not a monsterfucker i swear #jk that’s a lie #i am

[whiskerknittles]

Everyone on this fucking site is creating bowuigi content DO NOT GIVE ME GENUINE FEELINGS ABOUT THEM

#content that makes u ask yourself ‘am I actually a monsterfucker’ #I want to say no bc I’m not down bad for bowser I SWEAR I just love big scary/tiny goof dynamic #but also some of y’all are drawing bowser TOO well #bowuigi

[thepunkmuppet]

society if the angel writers had committed to the part demon storyline:

#yes I made this in my own time when I should’ve been revising no I’m not a monsterfucker #truly honestly thinking about writing a cordy aspect of the demon fic where she gets horns and shit #I just love the idea so much and the writers absolutely wasted it I swear she just like floats and makes connor glow or something. cowards #cordelia chase #angel the series #ats #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs

[thefandomexpert]

was anyone gonna tell me the anime titty astrotrain game had a cowboy android and his weapon art is him GETTING VIVISECTED/RECONSTRUCTED with a conveniently placed blurry foreground dick censor object even though he’s missing his entire lower half

#this is greelin-astarion levels of frothing over here u all need to understand #[putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing till i draw blood] i’m going to play with his wires #someone programmed him so he autocorrects his own swears #van you imagine what else you could program him to do #i don’t even know his name how am i supposed to find FIC #hsr #normal monsterfuckers of this website please be informed images of someone being taken apart like that is to a robot fucker #the equivalent of showing a character flushed with preheat and presenting. #do you understand. #meg speaks #even tho she should probably not aufkehret

[samglyph]

u mentioned a not-so-tame side blog👀

If you message me directly and there’s an adult age marker in your bio (or you know me and we’re in an 18+ server together) I will tell you the name of the blog where I sometimes draw lewd content.

#currently the only thing I’m proud of is the monsterfucking and the Arthur strip game #sometimes it’s very inactive cause we’re working against my general sex aversion #also it isn’t that hard to find to be honest but if you don’t have an age or won’t swear up down and sideways you’re an adult #I WILL block you for simply crossing my boundaries

[redak-ted]

yeah here flowerpunk incorrect quotes for the soul

Miles: I think I'm falling for you. Hobie: Then get up.

Hobie: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Miles: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Hobie: Welcome, fellow idiots Miles: Hello, Hobie Hobie: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Miles: You underestimate me

Hobie: What’s up guys? I’m back. Miles: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Hobie: Death is a social construct.

Miles, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Hobie, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Hobie: Stubs their toe FUCK! Miles: Mind your language! Hobie: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”??? Miles: Hobie: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes, Miles.

Miles: This is such a bad idea. Hobie: Then why are you coming along? Miles: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Hobie: Change is inedible. Miles: Don't you mean inevitable? Hobie, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Miles, going over Hobie's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative. Hobie: Yes Miles: Okay…may I know what you create? Hobie: Problems.

Hobie: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent? Miles: Go the fuck to sleep Hobie: What gif I don't want to? Miles: Fuck You.

Hobie: Miles! My face is on fire! Miles: Hobie! Are you ok?! Hobie: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly. Miles: But your face is on fire. Hobie: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

Hobie: Don't stay up all night, Miles. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

Hobie: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen? Miles: Neither. Miles: Because it's twelve.

Hobie: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Miles: Three words. Hobie:

Miles: It’s dark in here Hobie: Don’t worry dude I got this Hobie: *Stomps their feet* Hobie: *Skechers light up*

Hobie: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Miles: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Hobie: Absolutely not.

Hobie: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Miles: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Hobie: No! Four to five seconds! Miles: Too late!!!

Miles: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed something on the street and you just didn’t notice It? Hobie: Stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!! Miles: Yknow what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration

#punkflower #flowerpunk #spider punk #miles morales #hobie brown #hobie x miles #inncorrect quotes

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

A secret was only a secret if your body didn’t betray you.

Luckily for you, you just happened to have an Incubus with centuries worth of tricks of the trade practised and perfected to get information out of anybody as a lover — you didn’t stand a chance.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☽☾ Incubus!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☽☾ 1.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☽☾ Just pure filth. ჻჻჻ SMUT: Monsterfucking, unprotected piv, slight edging, denied orgasms, multiple orgasms, so much dirty talk ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, begging, Daddy (and I am not sorry)

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☽☾ Is it cheesy to say that I swear I was possessed when I wrote this? it is? damn... oh well.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ☽☾ Devil Eyes (Slowed) by ZODIVK

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ☽☾ @allcapsbingo 𝗕𝟭 — Monsterfucking (June Adoptable) — Masterlist ☽☾ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 2 — Daddy — Masterlist

𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Feeling the entirety of Bucky’s weight over your back wasn’t the trigger. You were sure of that. 

It wasn’t the insistent rasped praises in your ear of how you were, “Such a good girl, honey, lookatchu,” or the, “Taking me so fuckin’ well, sweet thing,” no. No, surely it wasn’t.

So why in the hell had that phrase slipped through your lips in a moan so sweet that it made Bucky freeze?

The weight over your back shifted, his arms caging you even tighter, and his damned tail twitched on your thigh. “What was that?” His voice was curious, a lilt that revealed he might have, in fact, heard you but wanted to revel in the budding shyness that gripped you tightly, making you squirm. 

You stalled, mouth opening and closing until you settled on, “Nothing.” 

“Okay,” Bucky replied, his hips starting to slowly move in a circling grind. “Suit yourself, sweetheart.”

Relief flooded you as Bucky began to thrust in earnest again – he wasn’t holding it against you; you were safe, a secret kink of yours still under lock and key. 

A loud moan echoed from your parted lips as Bucky shifted slightly, the head of his barbed cock hitting all the right places. “There it is, honey,” he whispered before biting your neck, using it as leverage to thrust harder and faster. 

The pace was brutal and punched the air from your lungs, your hands scrabbling uselessly against the sheets in an effort to ground yourself in the onslaught of sensations – that familiar feeling of floating began to cloud your mind the harder he thrust. 

“Aw, you can’t be going cockdrunk on me already, sweet thing,” Bucky purred, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. You only whimpered. “I know,” he said suddenly – a lightbulb going off above his head, you swore. “Here we go, hang on.”

Bucky’s hands felt hot on your hips, and the drag of them down to your thighs made you shiver. “Bucky, wha–” The sudden movement of your knees being dragged across the sheets felt strange, then a bloom of heat coiled in your cunt as it throbbed around him – somehow, he was deeper. “Oh! God, please!”

“That better, honey, huh?” Bucky asked. You whined and nodded. “Alright, what d’you say? Lemme hear you.”

“Please fuck me!” You moaned, gasping when Bucky’s tail forced itself under you to sit at your clit. “I-I’ve been good; please, I need it, Bucky!”

“So sweet,” Bucky cooed. “You can have it, baby.”

The speed was deliberately slow, each drag of his cock on your walls torturous, and you huffed. Bucky only chuckled and gradually sped up, each thrust perfectly aimed to make you see stars. 

A sharp thrust made you cry out. “Ah! Bucky, don’t stop, don’t stop- I’m so close, please,” you rushed, the precipice of release so fucking close you could cry. 

Bucky was panting into your ear, the grin on his lips brushing against your temple, all while still fucking you into the mattress, when he suddenly stopped just as you started to keen. 

“No! No, no, please! Fuck!” You sobbed, and Bucky only laughed. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” Bucky simpered, shifting over your body again so his hips were flush with your ass. “I want you beggin’ prettier than that, sweet thing. Go on,” he said, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your neck. “Beg for me, honey. You can do it.”

“But–”

“No buts,” Bucky cautioned, the warning sound of a low rumble reverberating deep in his chest. “Do as you’re told, or you won’t get what you want.”

“I need you t-to fuck me, please, Bucky,” you whined. His weight had you pinned to the bed; you couldn’t move, couldn’t squirm to get what you wanted, and it made a piteous whimper leave your lips. “I need your cock, please.”

“That’s cute, honey,” Bucky sighed, moving again. “But I know you can do much better than that.”

“Ah- Fuck, okay,” you breathed. While Bucky’s hips moved so slowly, each thrust into your cunt felt like heaven. “I wan’ it so bad- Bucky, please fuck me, use me!”

Bucky moaned quietly, his hips faltering. “Oh, so sweet for me, honey, aren’t’chu?” Words failed you, so you nodded quickly, whimpers coaxing him on. “I want you to call me, sweetheart, lemme hear you.”

Each movement of his hips stoked the flames, and you could feel them coiling and licking up your spine, the heat reaching an inferno – the added pressure of his tail flicking in time with his thrusts only added more fuel to the fire.

“Call me, baby,” Bucky growled, a compelling command that pulled you under the waves of pleasure he was drowning you in. “Tell me who I am, do it for me, c’mon, I know you want to–can feel your cunt tighten every time you think of it.”

“I- Oh, fuck,” you sobbed. Sure, you had felt the pulse every time you imagined calling Bucky that, but… his pace was quickening, and you struggled to keep your head above the waves. “Please, I wanna cum!”

“Say it. Fuckin’ say it, and you can, sweet thing,” Bucky said, his tone dangerous – the exact  same one he used when you knew his eyes were an abyss and his intentions were to absolutely ruin you. 

You whimpered loudly. Your hands moved of their own accord and found Bucky’s, and you gripped them for dear life – you were going to drown if you didn’t give in. 

“Please, please–”

“Please, what?” Bucky snapped, his pace staying the same, driving you closer to that edge. “Say it; I wanna hear you say it.”

Screw it. You took a deep breath that caught on a sob – desperation gripped you so tight, consequences be damned. “Fuck me, daddy! Please!”

A heavy breath left Bucky’s lips and morphed into a loud groan. “Oh, fuck,” he bit out, the force of the words shattering his resolve. “Good girl, such a good girl for daddy, tha’s it.” 

The pace turned punishing. “Bucky!” A low growl was your answer, and you shuddered, “Daddy! Daddy, please, I’m gonna–”

“You wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?” The question only made you clench down, trapping him in your cunt until he shoved his length deeper with a grunt. You nodded and scratched at his hands, desperate to hold something. Bucky cooed softly and flicked his tail faster. 

Your mouth became lax around gasps for air – you were so close. “Mhm, mhm, gonna be good,” you whined. 

“Atta girl,” Bucky said, his voice deep and raspy, like he was struggling to control himself. “Daddy’s gotchu, let go for me, give it to me–be good for daddy and let go, sweet thing.”

It started slow – spreading from nerve to nerve like a wildfire that burst into an all encompassing flame that burned through the last of your reserves. “Tha’s it, fuck, you’re forcin’ daddy out, baby,” Bucky groaned. “Give it to me, c’mon, let daddy feel you cum.”

A scream tore from your throat as he thrusted, deeper and slower, and you came – harder than ever before. The waves thrashed against you, and you fell into the current, letting the pleasure take you away for just a moment and revelling in the feeling of floating.

Harsh pants sounded in your ear. “Cum for me, daddy,” you moaned once you gained control of your tongue, then a sudden heat bloomed in your cunt, and Bucky moaned loudly, his hips moving in circles as he ground his cock deep into you. 

“What the fuck,” Bucky huffed, still gasping for breath as he came down. The barbs began locking him in place, and you whimpered at the feel of them. “Shh, breathe for me, sweetheart.” 

A single hit against that spot sent you spiralling again. “Such a good girl,” Bucky whispered while you moaned weakly. He began kissing behind your ear while he thrust shallowly to prolong your second orgasm. “Did so good for daddy–so proud of you.”

Silence filled the room while you caught your breath, grateful for Bucky staying seated inside you – the bravery was still coursing through you, and you couldn’t help but feel greedy. 

“That was something else,” you said finally, smiling widely.

“I’ll say,” Bucky laughed, hugging you tight. “Why didn’t you tell me–my honey having a daddy kink, huh? I coulda helped you realise it much sooner, baby.”

“I was shy about it,” you mumbled, and you attempted to hide your face, but Bucky stopped you with a sigh, his hand moving to brush your cheek. 

“No need to be shy with me, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, kissing your cheek sweetly. “What else is my baby hidin’, huh?” He moved so he was looming over you and ground his hips down into yours again. You went to answer, to deny answering his question, when he smirked wickedly – those fangs on display and that damned tongue wetting his lips. 

“Don’t you worry, sweet thing,” he purred, lowering himself so his nose brushed against your temple and his lips brushed the side of your head. The breath left your lungs like he had stolen it. “Daddy’ll find out.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #hotbuckysummer2023 #rookthorne's works #DD

[swampstew]

Eustass Kid, G-48 ~ Milking Table

Summary: It's that time of the month. The time when Kid really really needs your help to get through the deep-seated primal urges he has. Lucky for him he has someone as amazing and caring as you.

Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Eustass Kid as Tarbh-uisge with reader - implied relationship. Kid strapped to a milking table, use of milking pump, breeding kink, monsterfucking if you squint. Special mention to @don-mellow for being the reason this folklore creature was the first thing that popped into my mind for this prompt. Subscribe to their Patreon! Word Count: 772

Tarbh-uisge: Generally regarded as a nocturnal water bull, it is more agreeable than its equine counterpart the water horse, while having similar amphibious and shapeshifting abilities. It is able to shapeshift into human form and live on land or in water. It can also be amiable and sometimes helpful. The bull might have had a sacred role in various Celtic cult rituals. The Tarbh-uisge was viewed a symbol of fertility and abundance

You had Kid strapped face down on the custom milking table, an impressive feat in itself considering his hulking mass and general…defiant of authority attitude. In a harness that bound his flesh arm behind his back and his ankles to the table, you massaged his back with heated oil to soothe his muscles, helping him relax. The two of you had been at it for a while, and he had needed a break.

His muttering that he didn’t need to be babied let you know he was ready for the next session. Gently wiping the excess oil off, you scratch his back hard enough to leave red lines – each graze of your fingernails draws a shaky grunt from him. The purple faded lines of the previous marks littered down his back and ass, and you would have to remember to take a photo of how delicious he looked.

You moved off his muscled back and peeked under the table, pleased to find his cock swollen once more. Bless his stamina. Reaching out, you ran your fingernails down his shaft to his balls, watching in delight as his cock bobbed from the contact, and precum already leaking out from his slit.

“You’re doing so well. After tonight, I’ll let you have some rest and relaxation. You’ve filled up quite a few buckets. Then after, I’m going to treat you so good. Let you be my pillow prince to thank you for your sacrifice today,” you cooed, kissing his cheek. His damp locks plastered on his hair barely hid the flush in his face.

With a warm touch you begin jerking him off. Whispering filthy things you’d do to spoil him when this was all over. How you’d ride him for days on end, how you’d feed him while fucking him, not letting him leave the bed so you could give him all your love.

He leaked into your hand and that helped you fist him faster as he wasn’t able to do anything except struggle in his restraints – unable to even rut properly through the table to build his pleasure. He was entirely reliant on you and your methods alone to milk his cock.

If he was unrestrained, there was a chance he could go crazy in his lust and do something stupid like mount and accidentally impregnate you. Every month he would go through a cycle of needing to breed – a time where he couldn’t keep his cock down if his life depended on it – and you were kind enough to find a creative solution for you both.

Kid’s panting became louder, huskier as the tip of his cock turned deep red. You watched as his balls drew tight, signaling he was near release. You ducked your body under the table and formed a ring with your fingers, holding the base of his cock with a firm grip as you pulled out the milking pump.

“FU-FUCK!” he grunted loudly. “Swear you get off on doing that,” he spat out, hitting his forehead against the leather padded table in frustration.

“I don’t not,” you giggle, connecting the tube to the pump to the last vial you had. With a fat lick of your tongue from his perineum, over his scrotum, and up his shaft, your lips wrapped around his head giving him an urgent suck before you popped off him. Giving his twitching cock a kiss, you slid the pump over his cock and began pumping him faster than before.

“SHIT! SHIT! I’M-I’M CUM—” the rest of his stutter was cut off by a pleasured, dull roar as his hips squeaked and rutted against the table. You watched the pump line fill with the thick, white liquid going down the drip line and into its vial. The sound of weary panting left Kid as the line kept dripping until the vial was filled to the brim.

“I’m done I’m dooonnee!!” he cried from overstimulation as you pulled the pump off.

“I know love, I know,” you topped the vial and put the equipment in the bucket. Noticing a few drops weeping from his softening dick, you quickly crawled over and enveloped your mouth on his tip to lick him dry.

8 tiles to go, 49 calls made so far.

#eustass kid #kinktober 2023 #raven's bingo board #raven's halloween party #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #swampstew stories #swampstew bedtime stories #eustass kid smut #eustass kid x reader #eustasscaptainkid #swampstew #tw monsterfucking #cw breeding

[scaredpigeons]

It’s always the smart ones, isn’t it?

Artist link: https://x.com/rueleaf_art/status/1720131112150695939?s=61&t=mQAX9COmvfjstwJ6klO6CQ

Please give Rue a follow, i just found them on twitter, and this piece is a part of their Huevember series.

WARNING: NSFW 18+ MDNI

Albedo x fem!bimbo!reader fem pronouns and anatomy used.

Word count: 2.9k

CW: albedo is pretty manipulative in this, but reader is willing, so dubious consent warning. Monsterfucking(literally, it’s a hydro slime.) ovipositon, pretty heavy voyuerism, i intended to write reader as a true bimbo, but i kinda lost it so she’s just a little ditzy. Use of an aphrodisiac. Use of leg restraints (inappropriate use of vision.)

Authors Note: listen, this came from the nastiest, most depraved depths of my brain, and its not even that bad. If you don’t like this shit, don’t read it, hands down. If you do like this shit, please let me know if you’d like a continuation, as i left it pretty open ended. This sat half finished in my docs for so long, so if the ending feels rushed, im sorry 🥺

“Right this way, please. Watch your step.”

Albedo led you through the entrance to the cave, a winding tunnel descending deeper into the earth, glowing stone and mushrooms popping up every few steps, illuminating what his lantern couldn’t reach.

“So, what did you say was wrong with the slime again? It’s… copy-lating?” You try to remember what it was that he’d said to convince you to assist him, but you ended up being distracted again by his vibrant blue eyes, and the way his mouth moves when he speaks.

If your crush on the Chief alchemist wasn’t evident to him yet, you’d swear he was more dense than the rocks he so carefully studied. You didn’t exactly hide your admiration, his pretty looks and seemingly limitless intelligence had you hook, line and sinker from the moment you met him.

He’d been kind in the beginning, but had held you at arms length like most others, polite greetings and updates on upcoming projects were the most you could pull from him. It took getting a glittering character review from Lisa and one babysitting trip with Klee—that surprisingly didn’t end in disaster— for Albedo to finally come to see you as a friend.

Now you just wished you could step past that carefully drawn line of friendship into something more.

Albedo sighed, but even with his back to you it sounded as if pushed through a half grin.

“Slimes are baser elemental beings, created from the sedimentation of elements dispersed throughout nature.” He turned slightly to look back at you. “Due to this fact, their intelligence levels are extremely low, resulting in a limited set of desires for their own survival.”

“Right…” you said, touching some of the glowing blue algae on the wall, before noticing the ground becoming more and more damp.

“They congregate around the elemental sources in which they formed within, seeking out other sources when those are no longer sufficient, and defending those sources when necessary.”

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes with a grin. “That's why when a girls tryna fish, those little shits think that’s the most disrespectful thing I could ever do, and throw themselves at me until I’m either forced to run away, or stab them until they pop.”

“Precisely.” Albedo stepped through a rock cluster that seemed to cut the pathway in half, stepping over the bottom ledge and bending his way under the jagged top. He reached out his hand to offer assistance. You took it, and slid through.

“They have no reasoning, no cognitive ability to differentiate between someone who is harmlessly just passing through, or something that is a threat to their survival. All they know is to feed and attack.”

Albedo kept his hand in yours as he guided you around the corner, stopping to let you stare in awe of your surroundings.

It was a ruin of some sort, at one point it had probably been some kind of place of worship, but now it only housed the rubble that might have been walls, and the massive stone Dias surrounded by glowing water.

The Dias was easily twice the size of your house, a perfect circle carved with intricate swirls and patterns.

“This place is beautiful…” you whispered

Albedo smiled at you, gesturing for you to take a closer look.

You stepped across the stone path to the Dias, smiling at the little fish that swam through the glowing algae. Albedo followed you in your awe until you reached the centre, and looked up at the top of the cavern, grinning at the lights reflecting off the jade and lapis jutting from the rock.

“We will conduct the experiment here.” Albedo dropped his bag down, taking out some strange bottles and his notepad.

“Wait!” You said. “You still haven’t told me exactly what is happening, Albedo. This cavern is beautiful but what does it have to do with slimes?”

Albedo kneeled at his pile of things and began working. “I was exploring a series of caverns networking from Dragonspine to old Mond, when I came across a hydro slime behaving strangely.”

He uncapped his travel beakers, pouring tiny amounts back and forth between them before he seemingly got the right mixture.

“I believe this particular specimen is displaying clear evolutionary characteristics that would completely change the way that slimes are formed, and thus cause unforeseen consequences to the ecosystem not only of Mondstadt, but Teyvat as a whole.”

“Wait, slow down, what?” Your face reddened as Albedo stepped closer, flustered by his proximity and your inability to keep up with his explanation.

“I believe I’ve come across a slime that is evolving. Its actions make me think that if they continue down this evolutionary path, they could become smarter, stronger, and more dangerous.”

You released a tense breath, grateful for his slowed re-iteration. He was so close again, you could feel the gentle warmth he radiated, and see the lights of the cavern reflecting in the pretty blue of his eyes.

“What did it do? That made you stop and think, I mean.”

He paused and gave a soft smile, happy you were still interested in the experiment.

“Well first of all, it did not attack me. In fact, it was rather friendly, and approached me with cautious curiosity.”

“What! Really?” You could practically feel the sparkle in your eyes.

“Of course, would you like to meet it?”

He took your quick nod as intended, reaching into his pocket with his free hand and sprinkling slime bait on the Dias in front of you.

Within a minute, a medium sized hydro slime surfaced from the water, hobbling its way up onto the Dias and to the bait.

“Oh wow!” You whispered, looking between Albedo and the slime. “It’s so calm!”

“Yes, I noticed that too. I’m glad your presence is not alarming to it, that makes the experiment much easier.”

You looked at him in question, but he just handed you the mixed travel beaker.

“Here, this should be ready now.”

“I trust that it's safe,” you laughed. “May I ask what I’m drinking before I do?”

“It is a stimulant created using fire flower stamen essence among other ingredients, meant to warm the internal temperature of your body to create a climate that might be more suitable to the specimens requirements for the experiment.”

You couldn’t help but feel Albedo's eyes raking up and down your body, even though he tried to hide it— and so without hesitation, you drank the beaker in its entirety.

“What, you think it likes warm hugs or something?” You chuckled a bit.

“Something like that. Would you mind sitting down? I know it's damp but it will make interacting with the slime easier for you.”

“Oh not a problem!” You began to feel the effects of the potion take effect as you sat, and immediately the slimes interest was piqued, causing it to bounce in your direction. It was a little intimidating, but you trusted Albedo wholeheartedly, and knew that even if he was wrong about it being docile, he was more than capable of protecting you in case of an emergency.

The warmth in your body pooled outwards from somewhere deep in your belly, pulsing and pulsing until you could feel it in your fingertips.

“Wow…that took effect really…uh, quickly. why am I all… fuzzy?” Your words took longer to come to the forefront of your brain, feeling strange as they rolled off your tongue. A strange buzzing formed between your legs, which immediately embarrassed you.

You reached out to touch the slime, no longer thinking straight. Your fingertips ran across the top of its round body, sliding through the slippery substance it was coated in.

“Oh wow…. S-slimy, hehe.” You giggled, feeling like a child. “‘Bedo? What’s… what do I do?”

Albedo walked closer, leaning over you and causing you to feel incredibly small in his intense gaze.

“You… trust me, right?” Albedo asked.

“Pffft,” you snorted. “Of course I do, silly.”

He seemed to run his tongue over his teeth in thought. “You’d do whatever I ask of you, yes?”

Even through the fog clouding your brain, there was no hesitation in your answer.

“Anything for you, ‘Bedo.” You smiled at him, dizzy with the heat pooling between your legs. “I’ll be a good girl, so good for you.”

He smiled a bit at that, brushing some of his perfect blond hair from his eyes.

“I’ll remember you said that.”

Albedo pulled two chunks of lapis from his coat pocket, and suddenly they flew towards you. You flinched, almost reaching out to protect the slime, until you realized they were moving with the power of Albedo’s vision.

They seemed to melt and mold themselves mid-air, wrapping themselves around your ankles. With a flick of his wrist, Albedo had you thrown to your back, legs high in the air above your head.

You screeched, scrambling to cover yourself with your skirt, but to no avail.

“Now now,” Albedo tutted. “Your cooperation is vital for this stage.”

With cheeks heavy and hot, you lowered your arms back to support your upper half, trying to look at Albedo as he shuffled closer towards you.

“Please, try to relax.” He said, hovering beside you, so incredibly close now that your fingertips buzzed with the desire to reach out and touch him. He flicked a pocket knife from somewhere in his coat, and moved overtop the slime that was in between your legs.

“Hopefully, this shouldn’t take long,” he said, lifting your skirt and eyeing you as you squeaked in alarm but didn’t move to stop him. “And if you stay still, you shouldn’t experience any discomfort. Though from the looks of it, you wont experience any discomfort regardless.”

The way Albedo eyed what you knew to be a sizeable damp patch on your underwear embarrassed you to no end. You were so flustered, he shouldn’t be seeing you like this! Even as he lifted the edge of your panties with a gloved finger and ran his pocket knife through the cotton, exposing you to the cavern, you couldn’t help but chastise yourself for being so uncomfortably wet.

You were probably messing up Albedo’s experiment! You shouldn’t be feeling this way, yet the way he eyed your glistening core sent shivers up your spine.

“A—ah” you stuttered, feeling a single gloved fingertip run through your folds. The pleasure of such a simple touch was overwhelming, and you felt tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you watched him raise his finger to the light, embarrassed he could see how startlingly wet you were. “I’m sorry B-bedo, I… I don’t know what’s w-wrong with me, I—“

“You’re doing perfectly,” he said, and something in his eyes seemed… hungry. “Everything is as it should be.”

You felt something strange against your behind, wet, slimy movement.

“Look,” Albedo said, looking between your legs. “It seems my potion worked just fine, and the bait made its way to your body’s natural lubricant.”

You stared down between your legs in absent horror as the slime shimmied its way up to your aching core, its front moving and rubbing around at your folds as if it was searching for something.

“B-bait? W-wait—“ you stuttered, moaning as you felt pressure at your entrance. “Albedo!”

But Albedo just watched hungrily as the slime pressed a small portion of itself into your waiting hole, the thick, slimy appendage sliding in with nearly zero resistance thanks to the slick pooling from your core.

Wait, you thought. Did the drink Albedo give me make me this wet?

“Yes.” It took him answering to realize you were mumbling your thoughts out loud. “I gave you a potion that would both enhance your natural lubrication and entice the slime to investigate, to see if my theories were correct.”

The slime moved completely over your core now, its gyrating form moving against your clit as the thick extension of its body began to thrust in and out of you.

Through the thick fog of delirious pleasure, you noticed something glowing within the slimes main body, small, yet bright orbs forming as it essentially fucked the thoughts from your brain.

You were so embarrassed, yet could only lay there and watch as Albedo eyed your exposed hole through the near-clear body of the slime, watching with a dark gaze as your walls pulsed around the appendage.

“Fascinating,” he murmured, only looking away to jot short notes in his notebook.

The glowing grew brighter, and you looked down just in time to watch as a small, egg shaped orb moved from the slimes main body down, down down until you felt it push past the ring of muscle at your entrance.

“It’s depositing the eggs now,” Albedo said almost reverently, watching with rapt attention as the egg was pushed deeper by the thick appendage still thrusting inside.

“‘Bedo…” you moaned, the pressure inside you causing a rushing heat to form, and you felt as if you might orgasm at any moment. The slimes appendage pushed at your walls, pumping another glowing egg past your entrance, and Albedo’s eyes bore into your core as he watched the glowing orb be thrusted deeper inside you.

You realized with a squirm that due to the semi-clear form of the slime, and the glowing nature of the eggs, Albedo was likely watching the entire process and clearly seeing everything happen. The idea that he was watching your insides be filled in such a way was what sent you over the edge, yet this only seemed to make the slime more invested in pumping you full even further.

Albedo looked as though he might drool as you clenched around the appendage, and you blushed even harder at the idea that the alchemist was gaining more than just scientific gratification from this.

You leaned up a bit to gaze at his crotch, and sure enough, a noticeable bulge strained against the fabric, tenting his pants.

The fact that he was enjoying this made your brain melt even further, and you threw your head back, no longer caring to hide your moans.

The slime pumped you full of its eggs, one by one it thrusted the glowing orbs deep into your guts, stretching and pressing sinfully up against your cervix, as if it meant to push them deeper within you.

And the appendage did, it pressed them deeper, and suddenly the pleasure turned to dull pain as it pushed and pushed against your natural resistance.

Albedo must have seen this, and must have seen the panic in your eyes, because his sword suddenly materialized in his hand, and with one swift motion, he cut the slime down while it was still inside you.

You screamed as it burst, coating your lower half in its residue, making you even more sticky and uncomfortable.

But the way Albedo called your name out broke you from your frazzled daze, and you looked up to see his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes still staring hungrily at your sopping entrance.

“Push them out.” He said simply.

“W-what?” You murmured, legs still suspended in the air, brain still heavy with the fog of whatever was in that potion.

“Push them out for me.” He glanced at you, holding your stare just until he saw the command register, and then he watched as your body clenched, and suddenly your hole opened up, pushing a slimy, dimly glowing egg out and onto the ground beneath you.

You groaned at the strange feeling, overwhelmed and yet so enraptured by the way Albedo was staring at you, you never wanted it to end.

“Good.” He said quietly. “So good for me, just like you promised.” He crouched down between your legs, spreading you even further with his fingers to look into your pulsing hole. Your insides clenched at his praise, and you could feel the eggs shifting inside you.

“Keep going, I want to watch them all come out of you.”

So you pushed again, this time, two popped out in rapid succession, and Albedo licked his lips as he murmured soft words of praise, though you could barely hear them over the sound of your own labored breaths and tiny moans.

You pushed again, feeling the remaining eggs shift and rub up against that sweet, sensitive spot inside you once more. You cried out, an egg barely breaching your entrance before your body sucked it back in.

“Come on,” Albedo thumbed gently over your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles with the perfect amount of pressure. “Orgasm if you need to, but keep pushing them out for me, darling.”

You keened, the word darling had barely left his lips before your body crashed over the precipice of orgasm, pulsing outwards in hot bursts from the point of connection between his thumb and your clit.

You managed to push the rest of the eggs out, and as the last one fell from your gaping hole, you heaved in a relieved breath, sweat running down your exposed thighs.

You watched as Albedo turned a couple of the slimy eggs over with the end of his pencil, eyeing them inquisitively before he stood over you once more.

Your eyes were so heavy, the effects of the potion still weighing in your chest and between your legs.

Just as you were about to whimper out your discomfort, Albedo’s boot stomped down on the pile of eggs hard, splattering the condensate all over your lower half. He stomped until they were all destroyed, then gazed upon your disheveled form with eyes that screamed danger, though to you it just looked like desire.

“A-Albedo?” You mumbled, legs shifting uncomfortably in their restraints.

“You’re still under the influence of the potion, yes?” He reached down and flicked his belt from the buckle, popping the button of his slacks with one hand. “Let’s take care of that.”

#albedo smut #genshin impact smut #albedo #monster fucker #cw manipulation #bimbo!reader #fem!reader #cw: slime fucking #cw: manipulation #aphrodisiac #dubious consent #but we’re into it #albedo x reader #albedo x reader smut #they don’t actually fuck in this part #they’ll get to it later if you’d like #voyuerism #? #i think #he watches very intently that’s all i’ll say

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

For several years now I’ve been wanting to buy a knotted dildo (why do they never have smaller ones) but my dad often helps me with finances because I’m really bad at math and I would be super embarrassed if he found out. I doubt he would be mad at finding out I’m a monsterfucker, but it WOULD be super awkward, especially since a lot of knotted ones are labeled “dog” I don’t want my family to have an even worse impression before I can explain! Maybe it would be easier if I could drive and try to find in-person shops and pay in cash, but I have a health problem that makes me driving illegal sometimes, so that’s not a practical option. I know you aren’t supposed to use things that weren’t designed to go inside of your body, but I’ve been using an old detachable razor handle for years because of this. I don’t know what to do! I don’t think my dad pays much attention to what I buy but if something is flagged as unusual by the bank, they will sometimes call him about it. I’m not sure what I should do. I haven’t even bought a regular sex toy because I’m self conscious about this, let alone one like that!

I’m the “my dad helps me balance my checkbook and I’m terrible at math but I want a dildo” anon, and you don’t have to post this part if it’s too uncomfortable. That’s why i didn’t include it in my first ask. But the only time I had a friend offer to help me buy one that friend later died before it could happen so… I don’t really have anyone around to ask for assistance in… this. I know these aren’t your usual confessions, but i don’t really know where else to confess to this. The only other friend I think might possibly have helped me, moved a state away and i don’t want to bother her about it. I joke about being a freak sometimes but I really doubt my older family who might have heard me say that actually expects me to consider “freaky” something beyond oral. I’m not… I’m shy and wasn’t raised by people who were into much extreme stuff (my parents didn’t even swear around us until we were all over 16, and even now they don’t do it much! There are slurs I didn’t even know existed until senior high and my parents never used them! For obvious reasons. Which is good, but gives an idea of what I mean when I say not extreme. Even my grandparents are/were like this) so I’ve been told that it’s surprising when i tell a friend about these things for the first time. Coming out as demisexual wasn’t nearly as stressful to be honest, that might be weird but admitting my (admittedly not super exciting among this community) kinks feels shameful and humiliating for some reason. Telling a close friend is different I guess. My parents aren’t conservative people, not politically or in many other ways, but they definitely don’t know much about kinks. I can say that with confidence, I’ve read the romance novels my mom had lying around and I’ve seen them react genuinely shocked when something a little crazy happens in a show we’re watching. I just think I might have super vanilla family (in the 25 years I lived with them the most spicy things I encountered were those romance novels and what might have been lube) and I’m sure they would react, if not badly, just awkwardly. It would be super uncomfortable. They are the kinds of people to hear about that, look slightly horrified, say “okay” and just avoid talking about it after that, but every time a conversation gets too close to that everyone is awkward and avoids it. It’s like when someone is trying to talk about politics and everyone has to kind of bite their tongue or a shouting match will start while we’re trying to watch the mandalorian, just less aggressive, so not exactly the same, just similarly uncomfortable. This one also got longer than I meant it to. I don’t expect that my parents would disown me or anything, but it would change some things (although because my mom and I accidentally shared a kindle account when I was in highschool I’m pretty sure she knows I’m into monster romance novels) sex isn’t really a taboo topic, but it’s also not a comfortable one

#monsterfucker confessions

[lovelaetter]

My god your blog is a blessing, I'm literally on a riot with Zuha 24/7 because I swear to god she looks so innocent that gets me feral.

And, I came in the whole spirit of monsterfucking to give this idea.

Zuha and werewolf!gf, who's nothing but kind to her, but when full moon hits, she goes nuts and wants to fuck Zuha as hard as possible and breed her. (I'm not talking about werewolves that turn fully into wolf, but kinda like those who become a humanoid kinda thing)

me coming back with my hybrid girls and finally giving u all the werewolf!gf content

CW: MONSTERFUCKING, DUBCON, GP!READER

i love this concept soo much, sweet bunny!zuha and her werewolf gf who can’t keep her hands to herself!

she’s your precious angel, so adorable but at same time, the horniest girl ever. shy thing that hides her burning face in her hands whenever you play with her fluffly ears because it’s like all the sensations run straight to her pussy and she can feel herself growing wet :( just a breeding bunny, kiss her neck and she’s whining, seconds making out and her hole is clenching, so ready to take anything you have to give.

that being united with the urges you get every full moon… the girl knows she’s getting destroyed ♡ you look at her through the day and she’s almost shaking in anticipation, afraid that she’s leaving little wet spots everywhere she sits because of how aroused she is. and when the night finally comes she gives herself completely to you. despite you being more beast than woman, she still can see it’s you, trusts you, so she lets you move her around, handle her body like you want and make good use of how flexible it is.

NOW something i’m dying to talk about: the knot 😵‍💫. zuha would take your knot like such a good girl, like, she would love being so stretched and filled with cum… the first few times you fucked her and she realized the whole thing, she probably was really scared, would push you away, saying “no, please” and “it won’t fit”, afraid it would break her but you would just hold her down and go all the way in and the poor girl would be there, wide eyed, gasping because it was indeed too much but was also so good :( — honestly, after a long time dating she still asks a certain nights for you to not knot her because it always makes her too sore the next day and you go “okay, baby, i promise” but in the end you let it slide inside her anyways because it’s too hard to resist and even if she lets a few tears fall she starts enjoying it in minutes and is soon fucking herself on you. BUT ON FULL MOONS it’s like the event affects her too, she makes sure to spread her hole open for you, wants it so bad, has this deep urge to be breed by you, make sure there’s no cum leaking :(

#asks #le sserafim smut #nakamura kazuha smut #cw: monsterfucking #cw: dubcon

[sailorminbin]

Midnight

Jeongin/Hyunjin

Rated E

WC: 1.1k

⚠️Warnings: Noncon Somnophilia⚠️

Tags: Somnophilia, Monsterfucking, Tentacles, Ovipositioning

Jeongin knows he isn't crazy when he wakes up every morning gaping and leaking and covered in cum.

Jeongin isn't crazy. He knows there's something in his apartment with him. Every morning he wakes up, hole gaping and leaking, cum covering his sheets and no recollection of the night before. He knows something is there, taking advantage of him as he sleeps, oblivious of the fact.

He doesn’t understand how he never wakes up until after the creature is gone. He swears he feels eyes on him when he gets up, stalking his every move as he embarrassingly cleans himself up. Like it gets off on watching Jeongin drown in the humiliation.

When Jeongin lies in bed later that night, he does so with caution, checking every lock on his door and cleaning out his closet and even peeking under the bed. He finds nothing. Not that it even matters.

Jeongin wakes up from a strange dream, his eyelids fluttering. He feels weird. Oddly full. He shivers, something hot and slimy reaching deep within him. It wraps around his wrists and holds him down, stopping him from wiggling away. He tries to close his legs but there’s something holding onto his ankles, keeping him spread wide open.

He opens his eyes more, trying to adjust to the darkness. He finds a figure looming over him, it looks like a man, but multiple tentacles come from his body.

Jeongin opens his mouth to scream, but another tentacle thrusts itself into his mouth, almost choking him at the intrusion.

“Sh,” the monster-man whispers. He reaches forward with a human-like hand and strokes Jeongin’s cheek. Jeongin tries to flinch away but finds himself frozen. “I didn’t mean to wake you. You usually take me so well in your sleep."

This is what’s been taking advantage of him in his sleep? Jeongin’s never believed in monsters, but he can feel every inch of himself being defiled by this creature.

The monster pumps his tentacle in and out of Jeongin’s ass, Jeongin involuntarily moaning around him. He tries to squirm away again, but the tentacles around his wrist and ankles tighten, stopping him.

“Don’t be scared,” the monster murmurs, thumbing Jeongin’s cheek, brushing away his tears. He doesn’t know when he started crying. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I just need somewhere to put my eggs.”

Jeongin’s eyes widen. Eggs?

The monster laughs at the fear in his eyes. “Don’t worry, they won’t hatch. You’ll just feel a little…full for a few hours before they dissolve.”

Jeongin whimpers and shuts his eyes, trying to ignore all the tentacles wrapped around him, caressing his body in a way that makes him tremble. His body naturally reacts, the tentacle wrapped around his cock stroking him slowly as the monster continues to fuck him.

He shudders, and hates the way his body reacts to it all. It feels good, but it feels wrong. He doesn’t want to be touched by this filthy monster who’d taken advantage of him in his sleep. Violated his body on multiple occasions in his own home where he should be safe.

“I’m gonna let you talk,” the monster tells him. “But you can’t scream, okay? Don’t be scared of me, I’m not trying to hurt you.”

The tentacle in Jeongin’s mouth retracts and Jeongin gasps, coughing and spluttering.

“Please,” he says in a shaky voice. “Please stop. I don’t want-”

The monster’s eyebrows draw together in a frown. In any other situation, Jeongin might find him handsome.

“Stop? But you’ve always been so receptive…”

“I was asleep!” Jeongin exclaims. “I didn’t know what you were doing. I didn’t know…”

“But you always enjoyed it, when I filled you up. You always took me so well."

Jeongin shakes his head. “No…No. I don’t want this. I never wanted this. Please stop.”

“But I can’t,” the monster seems genuinely confused. “I have to release my eggs.”

Jeongin feels like he’s going to be sick. “I don’t-I don’t want your eggs-please.”

“Sh.” The monster wraps two tentacles around his nipples, pinching them lightly. Jeongin’s back arches off the bed, keening despite himself. “Yeah, you always liked that. See? I’m not going to hurt you. You’re just so pretty…feel so good…”

Jeongin feels frozen. He can’t reason with the monster, so he has no choice but to lay back and pretend he’s somewhere else. He stares at the wall, tears sliding out of the corners of his eyes, trying to ignore the tentacle sliding in and out of him.

It’s hard to ignore, it’s so deep he can feel it bulging in his tummy, thick and slimy. He isn’t sure how long he lays there, catatonic, as the monster uses him, staring down at him with hungry black eyes.

“You’re such a pretty human…” the monster whispers, using his human hand to brush Jeongin’s sweaty bangs from his eyes. “What’s your name?”

Jeongin doesn’t know what compels him to speak. “Jeongin.”

The monster smiles, his teeth sharp. “I’m Hyunjin.”

Jeongin doesn’t reply. He couldn’t care less about the monster’s name. All he cares about is when this will finally be over.

Hyunjin’s thrusts start to get faster, unwillingly punching little moans out of Jeongin’s mouth.

“‘M gonna put my eggs in you,” Hyunjin murmurs, brushing his hand across Jeongin’s tummy.

Jeongin feels icy cold fear run up his spine. He tries one last time to squirm out of Hyunjin’s grip. “P-Please don’t.”

Hyunjin’s tentacles tighten around his wrist. His lips part in a quiet moan, “Promise it’ll feel good.”

Jeongin shakes his head but doesn’t try to argue, having already given up.

Hyunjin groans and the tentacle inside Jeongin throbs, making him whimper. Something spills inside him, too thick and too cold to be cum. Jeongin shivers and lets out a moan, his tummy stretching to accommodate the eggs flooding inside him. The tentacle wrapped around his cock strokes him a little faster and he cums without warning, gasping a little and clenching around Hyunjin.

“There you go,” Hyunjin says encouragingly, still petting Jeongin’s bulging tummy. Jeongin feels a little dizzy at how indescribably full he feels. “See? It didn’t hurt. I’m all done now.”

Hyunjin retracts his tentacle from Jeongin’s hole, leaving him gaping and shaky. The tentacles around his wrists and ankles release him, but Jeongin still doesn’t move, too shaky and weak and admittedly terrified.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” Hyunjin says, sounding genuinely apologetic. “You’re a pretty deep sleeper. I don’t want to scare you. Promise I won’t wake you up next time.”

Next time. Jeongin shivers, curling into himself and not responding.

“For what it’s worth,” Hyunjin continues. “You’re my favorite human.”

With that, he disappears into the shadows, leaving Jeongin alone.

-

Hyunjin keeps his promise of not waking him up the next night, Jeongin waking up with a tummy stuffed full of eggs and a gaping hole, whimpering despite himself. He visits Jeongin the next night and the night after that, and every night until Jeongin stops fighting, submitting to his fate of taking the monster’s eggs over and over until he’s satisfied.

#stray kids #straykids #stray kids smut #yang jeongin #jeongin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin

[ohyondermemphis]

Vash here! The monsterfucking one and bring down the government please!

Dollface! Of course, of course.

Monsterfucking - which is long and winding and actually contains no monsterfucking yet, but revisions are what they are, and surely some gratuitous nastiness will make itself known.

“Breathe, Harry, big breath, big breath now.” Hermione’s subdued voice in his ear, her dark hand over his eyes blocking out the night sky. Harry hitches on an inhale, fingernails digging in on opposite elbows, something to ground him, something he can focus on other than the harsh too quick staccato heartbeat that pounds in his ears.

“That’s it, that’s it.” A press of dry lips to his temple, a body tucked close to him, the feel of the damp grass on his bare ankle, the dry smoke of the forgotten flame, what else? What else? Without Ron, the circle isn’t complete, his edges feel even more jagged than usual.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Hermione.” It’s guttural, the sound that comes out of him, half sob, half indistinguishable from the rustle of foliage, the breeze that amplifies the cold track of tears he knows he shed, but when, how long ago?

“It’s -” She stops whatever she was going to say, her breath stuck in her throat, and her hand is ripped away, and there’s no time to panic now, not when the pops of apparition begin around them.

I swear I'm getting to the good part.

You know I spoil TMR ridiculously. This is no exception.

Thomas Gaunt is a wunderkind. Albus is almost positively sure that’s what Gellert would call him as he sits, half bemused from his seat in the latest Wizengamot session.

Gellert would love Tom Riddle and Albus could never imagine he would survive a world that would see both Gellert and Tom out and in the open. He’s glad that the two of them were at least a continent apart, even though Gellert knows everything about Tom Riddle that Albus himself knows, half amazed and half jealous of the newest thorn in Albus’ side.

New being a relative term, Thomas Gaunt did not look his seventy one years, barely looks older than his forties, tall and strong and charming. This was the version of Tom Riddle that unnerved him the most, the one that could laugh and grin, wear his human countenance like chain mail, never to be pierced once in battle. As new as the day it was first put on.

Albus, who does not wear any ring on his finger, who is patient and most of all, who will wait and watch these events unfold, this new man and his new perspective, this new man and his own resolve, matching wills Gellert liked to tell him. Similar in different ways.

Thomas finishes his speech, and there is the thunder of applause, even on Albus’ side, even from Albus himself. Hands that were once bloodstained offer themselves to shake, to clasp. Half blood and pure blood alike, so moderate this new side of Tom Riddle. Albus stands, robes plum but suit underneath a violent shade of violet, makes his way to the cluster. 

“Chief Warlock.” Thomas Gaunt offers his hand, an incisor showing in his smile. Albus takes it, brow arched. This is not their first interaction since Voldemort rose from the cauldron three years ago, would not be new even if they both produced wands and sent the atrium tumbling to ash. The time turner that Voldemort had managed to produce after the event had been extremely handy.

Albus wonders about that on quiet afternoons, half empty from his visit to Gellert, alone and lonely in his study, instruments whirring and Fawkes trilling from his perch, familiar and comforting, all of it. Wonders about this change and his own decisions, about boys and men, omegas and alphas. The course of the stream and the valleys it lingers into. All his decisions seemed wrong at times, even when unbreakable vows were concerned. 

Their grip pulses and Albus can’t help but glance down at their hands. A new line along the body that Tom Riddle inhabited again. A matching line on Dumbledore’s own hand. They break apart.

“Wonderful speech, Tom.” Old habits are still hard to break and Thomas Gaunt’s eyes narrow, a petty thrill for an old man such as himself, like socks for Christmas.

#mine #tomarrymort #tomarry #wip #gellert is sitting in his prison and he is formulating

[braindead-eli]

Hihi hunnnn! It's been a while! I haven't been getting your posts on my dash too often :(

Been thinking a lot of (monsterfucker/intox)+petplay+cnc+dumbification thoughts recently! And if you'd like either combo, I'd absolutely LOVE to send a bunch of asks related to them!

Glad to be back <3

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ahhhh hiiiii !!!! i missed you !!!!! you may not be seeing a lot of my posts because i haven’t been posting too much (i’m so sorry guys i swear im trying)

i’ve always been a lil iffy on monsterfucking however yesyesyesyesyesyes intox and cnc and petplay and dumbificiation LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE

#🪵.anon #ask.eli #ftm puppy #ftm sub #t4t puppy #dumb puppy #ftm nsft #nsft.eli #ftm bottom #ftm ns/fw #free use slvt #free use nsft #bd/sm puppy #puppy sub #puppyboy #dumbification #cnc k!nk

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥

The creatures of the night were stuff of legends, tales to tell children to dissuade them from misbehaving. You had ignored the stories as nothing more than what they were made for — they were just that, stories.  Oh, how you were wrong.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☽☾ Incubus!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☽☾ 3.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☽☾ Dark themes, mildly dubious consent in the beginning ჻჻჻ SMUT: Monsterfucking, oral (F recieving) unprotected, possessive piv, multiple, forced orgasms, so much dirty talk ჻჻჻ KINKS: Somnophilia, praise, choking, breeding

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ☽☾ Well, this was originally not in my wheelhouse, but here I am. ☽☾ A very big thank you to @buckyismybicycle for her help on this and looking it over and being a cheerleader — appreciate you so much, babe! ☽☾ Check out the beautiful and awesome art that @mxaether made for Incubus!Bucky!

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ☽☾ Hellfire by Barns Courtney ☽☾ Demons by Hayley Kiyoko

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☽☾ @the-slumberparty's week 4 moodboard challenge — Masterlist

𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑵 ☽☾ 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍.

𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Nightmares were something you weren’t all too familiar with. Sure, you had a few here and there, but it never persisted beyond what you could settle with a simple breathing exercise you had learnt to loosen the vice in your chest. 

What was abnormal, however, was the fact you dreamt non-stop of a towering figure that never moved from the shadows in the corners of your room. Its wings, blackened like soot, and two horns that wound and curled up towards your ceiling made the creature’s stature all the more intimidating. You couldn’t be sure if you had imagined it right, but you swore there was a tail somewhere in the mix too. 

It unnerved you to no end — to the point you had started to be afraid to fall asleep without a light on. 

The day had passed much too fast for your liking. Your job had been tedious, testing your limited patience to no end, and dammit all, you were looking forward to curling up under the blankets on your bed, and getting some damn sleep. 

Dinner was uneventful, if you discounted the shadow you kept seeing out of the corner of your eyes that moved whenever you moved. “Losing my damn mind,” you muttered, frustrated.

A sudden stab of fear made your heart stutter in its rhythm, and the dish in your hand fell to the sink with a loud clatter. Your breathing turned fast, sharp gasps for air as you looked around your kitchen and into the shadows of the hallway. “I swear to-” A spark of heat spread through your body when your eyes glanced over where your bedroom door lay wide open. It lit up along your skin in crackles and zaps of electricity – with it, came the uncontrollable urge to clench your thighs together. 

“What the fuck!”

Your exclamation echoed in your empty home, and the feeling of being watched settled heavy in your stomach, joining the simmering warmth.

“No, I’m not doing this,” you said, shuffling around the kitchen and haphazardly throwing your dishes in the dishwasher to slam it closed. “I need some fucking sleep.”

The soft sheets of your bed made you sigh in relief, they were cool, a nice contrast to your warm, feverish skin. It was an easy assumption that maybe you had developed a cold, or flu, so you brushed it off in favour of burrowing into your pillow with a heavy breath, and sleep took you not long after you closed your eyes. 

Your dreams were flashes of that creature, of tongues and sharp teeth carving their need onto your skin and making a home; becoming one with it, connected in a way that would make a sinner sweat.

It was late, well into the night, when dread joined the mix of nerves and arousal in your stomach. The sourness woke you and your eyes fluttered, just as a weight settled on the back of your thighs. 

“So fucking pretty, sweet thing,” a voice purred. “I might keep you.”

What the fuck.

You tried to squirm, your stomach brushing against the mattress. Stomach — You were not a stomach sleeper. “No- No, get off of me!”

“Aw,” the voice cooed, an octave lower and you hated how it sent a chill up your spine, the instinct to stop moving and bare your throat in submission shrouded your better judgement to run–run and not look back. “Don’t get all shy on me now, sugar.” 

There was a slight hiss to the words, the weight on your thighs lifted, and with it, you took a breath. “You were callin’ me in your sleep, squirming all over the bed with the need to be fucked and filled.”

What in the actual fuck. 

“You were, sweet thing,” the voice purred, having sensed your budding denial, and its face finally came into view. It was all you could do to not cry out in shock — it was the creature in your dream! Horned, winged, and pointed teeth- “I can fucking smell you, I know you want it just as bad as I need it.”

“What the fuck-” You gasped. The creature grinned, pointed fangs and forked tongue bright in the light cast from the bedside lamp. Its eyes were an icy blue, disappearing fast behind a black veil — its irises were bleeding into the whites of its eyes and- “What are you?”

“Just an Incubus, sugar. You had a lil’ bit too much fun as a teenager and I’ve been following you since. After all,” it said, shrugging a shoulder before leaning in close. “Not everyone is as silly as you, summoning something like me.”

Your mind reeled back to that stupid sleepover when you were in your late teens, mucking around with Ouija boards and everything a teenager should not do. “Oh, god,” you groaned. 

“Oh, no, honey, not God,” the Incubus purred, pressing his heated lips to your temple. “It’s Bucky.”

The world froze, the axis jarring to a stop and you stared wide-eyed up at the Incubus — Bucky — horror struck. He seemed to sense your sudden terror and his brows furrowed, black eyes glinting in the warm light. “What is it, honey? Don’t wanna be sweet for me no more?”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

Bucky looked affronted, as much as a fucking demon could, anyway. “Hurt you?” 

He moved off you like he was burned and moved to lay next to you — though you still could not move. “I won’t hurt you,” he breathed, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. “I only want to fuck you senseless, tha’s all.”

“How romantic,” you huffed. Bucky barked a laugh and you watched his forked tongue while it wet his lips, unable to help but think about what it would feel like —

“Oh, sweet thing, you keep thinking like that and I won’t be able to control myself.” Bucky’s nostrils flared and his eyes glinted dangerously, making you gulp. “Go on, tell me.”

“You can read minds?”

Bucky shook his head, his long hair swaying with the movement. “No, but I can smell just how fucking wet you are, and your eyes-” he paused, as if to prove his point and licked his lips again. You watched helplessly, ensnared and desperate to know. “You’re watching every single move I make.” The bastard finished with a dangerous smirk; the tip of his fang just visible. 

You couldn’t help it — you shivered. Bucky shifted closer and to your surprise, placed his lips on yours softly and moved his tongue past your lips. It was heaven, and your cunt clenched around nothing, forcing a sound from your throat that you’d never even heard before. 

The kiss ended far too soon and you whined, but Bucky shushed you. “Nuh-uh, patience, sweet thing.” Bucky moved to sit up and then stand from your bed which turned cold without his presence. 

“Wait, don’t go-” You tried, but Bucky was already walking towards the corner of the room, the shadow where he had hidden for years. 

“I will be back, sugar,” Bucky purred, a small wink thrown your way. “You just get some rest, sweet thing, I need you to have enough energy to cope with what I am gonna do to you tomorrow night.”

A click of his fingers, and you were out like a light. 

The next day dragged impossibly slow, but you felt surprisingly energetic, a rubber band of tension that would snap without even a second's notice. Bucky had said he would be back, and the sun had started to set, casting an orange and pink glow through your bedroom window. It would be night soon.

It was surprising, though, when you had the intense urge to sleep just as you moved to lay down in your bed, a sudden exhaustion settling deep in your bones. The last thought you could muster before your eyes closed was a fleeting hope that Bucky would be back — you were desperate to know what he had planned, consequences be damned. 

Your dreams were the same, tongue and teeth, wings and horns, all of which belonged to Bucky — blackened and tainted with lust.

Shuffling sounds came from the corner of your room and you only just registered it when heavy weight settled on your thighs again, but you couldn’t open your eyes. You could hear them breathing, a soft steady rhythm, and then you felt something brush your leg. “Wha- Oh!”

A heat like no other lapped at your core and you groaned, pushing back against whatever it was. You had enough wits about you to look over your shoulder to see horns and a set of ruffled wings. “Oh, fuck, Bucky!”

In lieu of an answer, Bucky forced his tongue deeper in your cunt and you keened, arching your back so your ass was higher in the air. A low growl vibrated against your clit at your sudden movement and you gasped. “Don’t stop- Ah! Oh, fuck me, Bucky!”

The forked tongue you had dreamed of pulled away, and you whined loudly at the loss. “Hold on, sweet thing,” Bucky soothed, voice low and honeyed. You looked back over your shoulder again and gasped, his chin was covered in slick and a predatory grin that sent a sharp spike of heat straight to your core. “Get on your back for me.”

You hastened to obey and sprawled on the bed, watching as Bucky crawled back up to nestle between your thighs. “Grab-” He commanded as he grabbed your hands and placed them on his horns, “-hold.” He grinned and dived back into your cunt with a low moan, and you groaned back. It was like having every thought, every dream come to life. 

“Oh! Bucky, there!” You yelled, your entire body pulling taut. Bucky’s tongue had just found what he had been desperately searching for, and like hell was he going to let the discovery go to waste. “Fuck- Ah! Ah, Bucky! Please!”

The tension snapped, and you screamed to the ceiling, jerking and twitching while Bucky continued to lap at that spot through the aftershocks only to trigger another. Chants of his name and a litany of curses filled the air until they turned into whimpers and weak moans. 

You pushed back against his horns when it became too much, and he obliged, pulling away with that same wolfish grin. “Hey there, sugar,” he purred, and you moaned weakly, gesturing for him to move up your body. “Miss me?”

“Fuck me,” you gasped, pulling him in for a bruising kiss that he returned in earnest. The taste of yourself on his tongue only sent another shiver of desperate need down your spine. “Please, please I need it-”

“I will fuck you, sweet thing,” Bucky simpered. He moved and attacked the column of your throat, his teeth scraping against every spot that made you sing. “I will, but I wanna make you desperate. Hearing you beg, baby,” he sighed and pulled back to loom over you. The hand that had been next to your head suddenly wrapped around your throat, his thumb tilting your chin up so you would be exposed. The sight seemed to tear at his restraint, if his darkening eyes were anything to go off of. “It’s so fucking good, honey. I wanna hear you beg for my cock.”

“Plea-”

“Not tonight, sugar, I tired you out.” Before you could whine in protest, Bucky clicked his fingers and you fell into a deep sleep, sated and exhausted. 

Two nights passed by without a sign from Bucky. There were no shadows, there were no heavy feelings deep in your gut, it was just nothing. You supposed the good night’s sleep you’d been having for the past couple days were his doing, but it did nothing to abate the tension that had ruthlessly settled in your core. 

Bucky had promised to fuck you, and he had disappeared. 

It wasn’t that you were disappointed — hell, you couldn’t lie, you were, but you missed him. Everything seemed to be okay when he was around, and you missed his company. 

The sun had started to set, and you had decided to dress in just a long night shirt because that odd feverish heat had settled over you again, your skin too hot to bear. You were confused on how that would have come about, you weren’t sniffling, nor expelling a lung with violent coughing fits, no — you were healthy, and normal. If you didn’t count how insanely aroused you had been the past two days.

Sleep settled over you like every night before, and the same dreams played on repeat.

“Oh, look at you, honey,” a voice whispered in the shadows. You didn’t register it, but the figure moved closer. Whimpers and moans were coming from the bed and the atmosphere turned heated, consumed in fire. “Oh, sugar,” they whispered again. 

Your dream changed suddenly to visions of someone moving you on your stomach and then moving your legs, and your legs moved apart on instinct, your ass titling up with the angle. Someone inhaled deeply and moved behind you in the dream, it was a shadow, not discernible in shape or form, and as it neared you squirmed against the hold it had. “Ready for me, huh?” The figure leant over you and you squirmed again, pushing against the billowing heat. “Such a good girl for me. You can wake up now, sweet thing.”

Fire enveloped you and you gasped awake, pinned and unable to move for the weight above you and being speared on a huge cock. “Hey, honey.”

“Oh, my-”

“I know,” Bucky soothed, his voice so low and deep it reverberated in your bones. “Taking it so well, honey. Such a good girl for me,” his voice ended in a sigh and you felt him move forward, slowly and only slightly, but it felt like he was carving his way through and splitting you in half. “Lookatchu,” he purred, leaning close and breathing hotly on your neck. “I told you I’d fuck you.”

Words failed you. Your walls pulsed and Bucky hissed. “I haven’t even started and you’re close,” his tone was sly, mocking — dangerous. “You gonna come for me, sweet thing?”

You whined and nodded. “Please, move- Ah!”

Bucky surged forward and latched onto your throat, sucking harshly and pushing further into your wet heat until he was seated to the hilt. “You’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna say thank you, aren’t you, sugar?”

“Thank you- Oh, fuck, thank you-”

“Good girl.”

The pace was brutal, each thrust punched a high keen or moan from your lips and you could feel Bucky grin each time. A hand wound its way around your throat, forcing your head back so you could just see Bucky’s horns. “Bucky- Please, I can’t-”

“Yeah, you fucking will,” Bucky panted into your ear, speeding up his thrusts. “You’re going to take it, and you’re going to come.”

You wailed and Bucky hummed quietly, shuffling in his stance, then you screamed. The angle had changed and now every time he fucked into you was right against that spot. “There it is, sugar,” Bucky growled, gripping your throat tighter. “Come for me. Scream for me, go on.”

Incoherent babble escaped you as the pleasure surged and exploded, your thighs shook with the force and you went limp, at the mercy of the throes of blinding pleasure Bucky had given you—was still giving you, because he had not stopped. 

“Tha’s it, baby,” Bucky cooed, slowing just a second so he could kiss your sweat slicked temple, almost lovingly. “Did so good for me, such a good girl.” His pace picked up again and you mewled. “Gimme another one, honey, then I’m gonna fucking fill you.”

“Oh fuck,” you gasped before Bucky wrenched you up by the throat, his grip iron tight. 

“Beg. Beg for me,” Bucky moaned, his thrusts not slowing or stopping. “Tell me how good I fuck you, sugar.”

It’s a good thing you weren’t going to the pearly gates, because hell had swallowed you up, and he was in you — fucking you senseless, just as he promised. 

“S’good, Bucky, fuck,” you breathed, hiccuping with the force of his thrusts. “Don’t stop- Ah!”

“I think I’m gon’ keep you, sweet thing,” Bucky said, his breath hot on your throat. “Fuck you and fill you whenever I want- You want that don’t you, honey?” At his words, you tightened like a vice and forced his hips to stutter. “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me.”

Tears began to fall and you sobbed, overwhelmed and on the edge again. “Please, I’m-”

“You gonna come again for me, honey?” 

You nodded fervently and pushed back as best you could against his thrusts. The sudden pressure of his hand against your stomach startled a gasp from you, and the roaring fire intensified tenfold — it was unbearable, you were gonna implode. 

“Go on, sugar, come for me.”

Amidst the earth-shattering orgasm he had ripped from you, Bucky had forced you down flat against the bed, and fucked you hard into the mattress. His arms were wrapped tight around your chest and stomach while his tail wrapped around your thigh, nestling itself at your clit. The constant flick and pressure made your vision white out. “You feel so fucking good, baby, fuck-” Bucky moaned, going impossibly harder, faster— “‘M gonna fill you, make you mine.”

“I want it! Please, I want it, Bucky!”

Bucky’s hips stuttered and a shout echoed around the room, followed by the intense heat of his seed filling you and leaking out with the shallow pump of his cock. The pressure forced another climax from your exhausted body and you moaned, trying your best to squirm and push yourself back against his pelvis. 

“Don’t move,” Bucky growled, still thrusting slowly. You complied and fell limp against the mattress and in his arms. 

A sudden jolt in your heat made you cry out and tremble, grabbing weakly at the sheets. “Wha-” 

Bucky nuzzled against your cheek and it happened again, ripping a weak moan from you. “You’re mine.”

It happened again, and this time right against that spot. “Bucky!” You came weakly, shaking and squirming in Bucky’s hold. 

“Easy, sugar, that’s just the barbs.”

“Bar- Oh!” Bucky had rolled his hips just as you began to speak and you shuddered. “What the fuck?”

Bucky didn’t answer, he only pulled you impossibly closer and sighed happily. “You’re mine.”

You’re mine. 

The words caused a rush of affection and you took a deep breath, feeling how tight he held you, like you were precious. “I’m yours?” You asked, suddenly nervous. “How-” Bucky cut you off with a bruising kiss that you returned, just as heatedly. 

A reckless feeling flooded you, having never been one to go against the norm; always following rules, not really having fun, everything that led you to be in the stalemate that was your life. You pulled away from Bucky’s lips and hushed him when he whined quietly, chasing your lips. 

“Take me, Bucky.” He looked at you and blinked, a slow blink that told you he hadn’t expected that. “Take me, I’m yours. I want you.”

That wolfish grin returned, and his tongue ran over his lips, considering. “I can do that, sweet thing.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

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