#mothman x human

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[grimethefrog]

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[monstersflashlight]

Commission for anon!

A/N: Hi! Thank you so, so much for commissioning, means a lot! <3 Also! I was waiting to have an excuse to write some mothman because I absolutely adore him. So thank you for that. Hope you like this!

Request: Hi big lurker or your work… Could u write about a very shy, grumpy mothman annoyed that his tailor is retiring, but gives him a referral to a new one; claims that he’s a pro at his work and is the gonna be the next thing. The mothman takes the recommendation and goes to the new shop to find out the tailor he was referred to is actually a human (trans masc pls) they’re super casual and eccentric. When They have to take his measurements and he melt into their touch, the human notices this and finds it adorable that this large creature is so needy for his touch, so they help him out a bit.

Measuring tape

Mothman x transmasc!reader || oral sex, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics (lowkey), inappropriate use of measuring tape

“You should go to him, he’s a great tailor.” His retiring tailor tells him, his wings moving around as he finishes getting all the fabrics together.

“Can’t be as good as you,” he says, stubborn to let his old tailor go. “You said he was a human, too! How can a human be good with wings? He doesn’t have them!” He tries not to sound too dramatic, but fails miserably.

“He’s great, you’d love him, I assure you of that.” His tone is ominous and mothman can’t understand why, but something inside of him moves.

That’s how he finds himself on a new tailor, waiting impatiently at the door to his nerves to calm down so he can go inside and get his measurements taken so he can, finally, get a good suit that fits his wings. He counts to fifty and opens the door, minding the wings behind him, trying not to hit anything, and he sees… you. You are walking around, cutting some kind of fabric and his mind short-circuits for a few seconds, too shook to even comprehend what he’s seeing, how there could be a person so… perfect.

And when you turn around and look at him directly with your most polite smile, your breath catches in your throat as he sputters. He never believed in instant love, but it might be time to change that belief. You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, some kind of tension building between the two of you, but you can’t exactly name what it is. Sexual? Romantic? There’s electricity in the air and you want to roll into it, feel it all over your body.

But you are a professional, so you sigh, and ask: “Hi, welcome to Wing’s Tailor, what can I do for you?” Your costumer’s voice turns deeper, hotter in a way, and yous see the mothman shake a bit on his feet. You have to bite your tongue to stop the giggle fighting to escape.

“I need a new suit,” he says simply, cutting.

“Okay, I will take your measurements first, then.” You point the mirrors on the side of the store, where everything looks a bit more collected and professional. You try not to be too messy, but sometimes it escapes your powers to keep everything tidy. He looks around with a hint of disgust at the chaos on the table, but says nothing as he positions himself in front of the mirrors.

You start to take the measurements slowly, methodically, always sure of what you are doing. He doesn’t say anything, you don’t either, but the electricity between you two gets higher and higher as you measure him.

Everything is going to plan, and you have to bite your lip to stop from smiling every time you touch him and he flinches, his body shivering. He’s so cute you want to hug him. And maybe fuck him senseless. But you say nothing. You are a professional.

But when you notice the part of him that feels a bit too big in his pants, you can’t stop yourself from cooing at him. “Aww. Are you excited to be here?” The innuendo clear in your voice.

He looks at you with his big black eyes and his antennae twitching, you realize he’s embarrassed and you want to coo again. He’s so freaking cute. “I- I... sorry,” he ends up saying. If it weren’t for his fur, you bet he would be blushing like crazy right now.

You know you shouldn’t say anything, you know it’s not a good idea and you are a professional, but the electricity between the two of you is driving you a bit insane and you want nothing else but to kiss him. “Do you want a hand with that?” You finally ask, praying to the goddess that this is not the worst idea of your life.

He looks at you across the mirror like you are crazy. “A- A what?!” His exclamation is not a no, and you smirk smugly at him.

“A hand… I- I like you and you seem to be… in a situation.” You point at his crotch, where his dick is still pressing firmly against the buttons of his jeans. “Maybe I can help,” you try not to sound too hopeful about it, but you fail. You are as desperate as him, your pussy quivering in your boxers.

“What- What would that look like?” The insecurity and hopefulness in his voice are so cute you want to kiss him senseless. But you refrain. Not yet.

“Well… I would touch you.” You caress the top of his wing, he shivers. “I would caress you some more.” You touch along his furry chest, feeling him shiver under your fingers. “I would kiss you.” Your hands travel down, tickling his lower abdomen as he groans again. “And then I would suck your dick down my throat,” you deadpan, grabbing his dick and squeezing lightly. The sound he makes is so erotic you have to press your legs together. “Would you like that, pet?” You ask, trying the term on him, not everyone likes that. He whimpers and you know you hit a good point with him.

“Ye- yes.” His voice quivers and your t-dick pulsates inside your pants. You are so turned on you want to scream. You turn him around and grab a stool, putting it next to the mirrors and moving him until he’s in front of you. You reach to your belt and grab what you are looking for. “What are you doing?” He asks when he sees the measuring tape back in your hand.

“Making sure you behave, pet.” Your voice is like a caress to him, and as you tie the measuring tape around his hands behind his wings, trapping all his upper extremities at once. He shivers under your touch and you smirk up at him, looking down again to see his dick twitching. He’s definitely enjoying the play. “Sit,” you order. He obeys instantly, sitting on the stool, his wings fluttering behind his body.

You lean down to reward him with a kiss, slow and sensual. He shivers again, a tiny whimper escaping his mouth as you smile against his lips. You fall to your knees in front of him and he whines again, his antennae moving over his head like crazy. He’s so cute you want to scream.

“Tell me you want this,” you ask him, your hands on his furry thighs as you feel him tremble under them, like he has too much energy to be contained.

“Ye- Yes, please.” You smile at him and lower your head.

You launch at his dick like a desperate soul, opening your mouth wide and sucking him as deep as possible. He cries out over you and you smile around his girth. “Mmm, so tasty,” you groan in appreciation, making him whine. You smirk and go back down, swallowing around him and twirling your tongue around the tip. He screams again. The sounds he’s making are so erotic and so needy you feel yourself getting wet.

“Are you going to be a good pet for me?” You ask, sitting on his lap and rolling your hips over his wet dick. He shivers and nods. “Words, pet.” He shivers again as you grab his dick and position it over your entrance, playing with yourself with him. “You like being my toy? You like how wet I am for you?” He whimpers at your words.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please.” His broken moan makes you smile. He’s so adorable all needy and desperate. You tease yourself a bit more with the tip of his dick, making him beg a bit more as you rub your T-dick. You groan loud and long, making him beg some more. “Please, please, please.”

“Okay, pet. You earned it being such a good boy for me.” You lower your hips, your pussy swallowing him desperately. You groan when he’s fully inside, so deep you can barely breathe.

You start slowly, bouncing on his dick methodically, taking as much pleasure as possible with the movement over him. He groans and moans, a desperate little pet for you as you feel the power high of having him at your mercy. You grab the back of his head and kiss him fiercely as you go faster, harder. He whines uncontrollably against your lips, desperate little pleas against your lips as he moves his hips as much as he can to meet your bouncing hips.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer, one of your hands playing with your engorged t-dick as you groan against his open mouth. “Come for me, pet.” Just as if you pressed a button, his thrusts get frantic and you feel his cum deep inside, filling you in the most erotic way possible. You come around him, the sensation of his twitching dick making you convulse around him, thrashing on his lap. “That was… wow,” you say when your breathing calms down.

“Yeah, it was…” He agrees, his wings fluttering and making you smile.

“I would like to do that again.” He nods frantically, and you kiss him deep and slow again, until he’s moaning against your mouth. You help him to his feet and untangle the measuring tape. He gets dressed slowly, his black pupils fixed on you. He looks at you like he wants to eat you but also beg you to fuck him again. And you are more than ready to do it, but not today. You have other clients waiting. “Your suit will be ready in two weeks.” You finally tell him, a bit smirk playing on your lips.

“I- Okay.” He steps to the door as his legs tremble and his antennae twitch. You can’t stand how adorable he is, so you step into his space and grab some of the fluffy hair on his neck, pulling him down into another toe curling kiss.

You break the kiss, looking at the clock and frowning. His pout is so cute you peck on his lips over and over until he’s smiling once again. “Can’t wait to see you again, pet.” You giggle at his shook expression. He leaves your giggles behind as he closes the door and walks home on shaky legs.

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[blueberryxbloom]

♡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐜's 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐲 ♡

[Mothboyxreader]

While moving to a new house, there are also things to discover and explore. For some reason, you went straight to the attic, perhaps because sometimes it harbor forgotten treasures or because you just feel like it. Who knows.

As you entered the attic, it was dark, and the air was thick with dust, causing you to cough. The silence was suddenly shattered by a loud crash and a heavy thud, startling you. With a heart-pounding, you quickly fumbled for your phone.You turned on the flashlight, illuminating the place, revealing the boxes that had fallen.

As you sifted through the boxes, a swarm of moths suddenly fluttered toward you. Amidst the chaos, you felt something cold brush against your skin. A hand, an actual hand with fingers. Panic surged through you as you tried to run with a tight grip on your phone, but you stumbled and fell. Suddenly, someone pinned you down. However, their eyes weren't on you but were fixed on the light of your phone. They snatched it out of your hand and sat on top of you.

"Shiny... mine," they said with a hint of possessiveness in their tone as they hugged your phone tightly, as if claiming it as their own.

Your heart was racing, and you struggled to understand what was happening. You simply tried to push them off, but they held on, mumbling incoherently about the "shiny."

Eventually, they lay on your chest, hugging your phone. To the strange creature, you were merely a soft, warm bed. Strangely enough, you felt a little jealous as they hugged your most treasure possession.

Did you want your phone back, or did you wish you could be your phone?

[luverine]

Mothman x Fem! Reader

18+

Luan has watched you through your window for months. He knew just from the smell of you it made his antennae tingle.

He was searching for you for so long your pheromones were getting stronger and stronger until he found you.

Gods, you’re perfect! Everything about you- your hair, skin, eyes, body! He craves to breed you, fill you with his seed, and watch to nurture his young.

He wished to the moon every night for you to be his, praying to nature to have you love him. He’s been alone for so long searching for you. He needs your warmth. You are his light.

But you were nothing like him… It’s quite clear that you are human and he certainly is not.

Luan has wide pitch black wings with a white strip at the end, black fur around his neck narrowing as it goes down his chest, as well as jet black skin, inky curls, wide red eyes, and the sharpest claws.

Not to mention his tall dark lurking figure at your window every night.

He knew you’d be scared. You are so soft and he’s so sharp. His wings tense at the thought of you in terror of his appearance. If only he was softer…

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[teratosfavouritesnack]

multiple monsters x fem!human - monsters with human fetish and human with monster fetish, fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism, implied orgy

Opening a tavern is something you have been dreaming of and planning on for years. It's only when you manage to gather enough money that you move into the nearest monster village and acquire a modest lot. In a few weeks you have a rustic but cozy tavern running and thriving. Creatures of all kinds, even from the confining villages come to visit your human tavern, something so exquisitely exotic in their eyes. It's just you, the drinks, some food and your patrons whose number increases by day.

You didn't expect your business to become so successful, at least not so quickly, but literally nothing could have prepared you for the turn of events that soon transformed your tavern into something... more.

It was an evening like any other, you were serving at the counter, pints of beer sliding on the surface one after the other at an impressive speed. You'd become very good at your job and creatures would come to your tavern even only to watch you working, as if it was an actual performance. It made you feel bold, more confident than you naturally were. And that evening, with the tavern packed full with dozens of creatures, watching your every move, entranced by what almost looked like a ritualistic dance that saw you effortlessly bouncing around the place, you were feeling at the top of the world. All these creatures there for you? Even simply to watch you? Paying just to see you work? Well. A perverse thought popped in your mind and before you could question yourself, you acted on it.

Handing out the drinks, you started to linger your hand for a caress, then to lean in for a kiss on the cheek or a playful nibble. Emboldened by the oohs and aahs coming from the crowd, you soon upped the stakes. They were all there for you, so why not give them an actual show? That's when you started to take off a piece of clothing from your uniform... then another... and another, stripping to your chemise. All kinds of eyes were ogling you, eating you up. They made you feel alive, hot, empowered.

When a patron sitting at the counter started to swirl their tendrils towards you to fondle your cheek, your chin, your neck and then to peel down the puffed sleeve of your chemise, you just let them without any resistance. Not only that, you smirked at them and trailed your fingertips over their slick skin and maintained eye contact, relishing in the way they seemed to quiver under your touch. That scene must have made a great impact on the other visitors because everyone seemed to inch closer, in order to see you better.

The first patron's actions also encouraged the other clients sitting at the counter to lean closer towards you, and touch you with their paws and hooves and claws. They were all hesitant at first, as if incredulous they could actually touch you, their favorite human, an angelic creature in their eyes. However once they realized you weren't shying away from their attention, but that you were in fact enjoying it, they didn't refrain from acting out their most lewd fantasies.

Tendrils wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up and laid you down on the surface of the counter so that anyone near could reach you better. A huge paw groped your chest from above your dress, your eyes flickered towards the creature's face to recognise another patron, a werebear that would always ogle at your breasts whenever you leaned towards him to hand him his drink. And now, oh, now he was downright grinning, his canines flared, his beady eyes glazed over with pure desire as he fondled the fabric of your uniform almost affectionately one moment and then clawed at it a second later, tearing it to bits in a blink of an eye, exposing your chest to all who were lucky enough to stand nearby. You petted his arm, fingers tangling in his dirty-white fur, smiling at him as he praised your beauty.

That was a recurring theme of that evening: the compliments cast from any corner of the room, which made you feel like a goddess being worshiped. Everyone was looking at you as you were indeed a magical creature, something otherworldly, a vision. You were feeding on it. It was going to your head. You were euphoric.

When the young werewolf standing by the werebear started to trail his claws along your legs, up towards your thighs to the hem of your dress, you flashed him your panties, grinning at the way his eyes widened and his pupils dilated - not to mention the way his cock sprung from the thick fur covering his hips, twitching in your direction. A satisfied chuckle escaped your lips the moment he growled and yanked at the bottom of your half-ripped dress, pulling it all the way off of you, leaving you in your undies only.

More praises came your way from every side, your eyes scanned the crowd with a lazy smile curling up your lips. Mmm, such good monsters. All of them. Yes. All of them deserved this perverse show. Your hand snaked down towards your mound, fingers trailing over your folds from above the fabric, your eyes darting from face to face, enjoying their raptured looks. You teasingly pulled the panties aside before you peeled them off completely, throwing them to the crowd in the back and chuckling as you heard the racket you caused.

You started to touch yourself, fixing your eyes on another patron, a mothman, who had been rather timid with his touches until then. Your attention on him made his antennas rattle and his red eyes glow bright, and when you gently took his hand to guide it between your thighs he started to buzz. The vibration ran through his whole body, making you giggle and squirm as you felt it against your sensitive spot, too. All that had happened to that point, the dozens and dozens of eyes trained on you, all the different kind of touches on your sensitive skin, the vibration against your pussy, everything ensured that only a few moments later you fell over the edge of pleasure, the most intense orgasm you had ever felt rocked your body and made you see stars.

The monsters all watched in awe, enchanted by the scene, marveling at how beautifully your body responded to the pleasure. They all wished to be the one who made you cry and spasm in ecstasy. They were all ready to give themselves to you and worship every inch of you, on that same day and all the days to come.

You were spoilt for choice. Your tavern bound to be the greatest attraction of the village.

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[mintymarshmello]

Cuddle time with big moth man :)

He has so much love to share, and he’s really good at hugging!

[dark-moonlust]

A Night to Remember

Pairing: mothman x fem!reader

Summary: you and your mate spontaneously decide to live together and he celebrates by making love to you, a pillow under your hips.

Warnings: minors-ageless accounts DONT interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut.

“Tell me if it’s too much, or if you want more,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He was always so careful, so worried that his length might hurt you. But you could take him, you were his mate, the one meant for him.

Humming softly, you clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer. “More.”

“More, she says,” he drawled, his eyes darkening as he claimed your lips. “You really are something else, aren’t you, doll?”

“Hmmm…”

“Love me sliding deep inside your little cunt.”

His movements were slow and deliberate as he pushed inside you until you’d accepted him inside your depths, muscles clenching around the cock in your pussy. Breath hitching, you moaned— a moan he devoured with his lips, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as he rolled his hips and fucked you tenderly. You arched into his every thrust, thighs opening wide and responding to his ministrations.

Catch the full oneshot on [Patreοn], if you’re curious about what happens next!

[monstersmashorpass]

SMASH OR PASS: Mothman, Monster Girl Encyclopedia (18+ Source)

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Put on pause due to sickness.

Ok so I have the December Christmas Monster stories schedule made and the first five days written already. You can ask for your request to be on certain days, if not they will fall into the first available request slot. If I some how get more requests than the available request slots don't worry I'll still write them but they will have no scheduled time.

Remember check my pinned post to see what things I will not write before sending in a request, ones that break my rules will be ignored completely or be blocked if it breaks three or more things on the list.

*Small edit to update the schedule the list*

December 1.) Yautja Christmas head cannons

December 2.) Female Naga

December 3.) Shadow Creature

December 4.) Orc Breeding

December 5.) Crazy Mothman

December 6.) Centaur + Drider raising human child Platonic

December 7.) Yautja

December 8.) Horny Krampus

December 9.) Saturday Snake

December 10.) Werewolf Neighbor

December 11.) Satyr

December 12.) Bigfoot

December 13.) Half Giant

December 14.) Siren

December 15.) Harpy

December 16.) Saturday Snake

December 17.) Dragon with knight reader

December 18.) Orc bestie

December 19.) Minotaur

December 20.) Octomerman

December 21.) Robot's first Christmas Platonic

December 22.) Requested Eldrige Horror

December 23.) Saturday Snake

December 24.) Requested Centaur dads with teen kid

December 25.) Bat Creature

December 26.) Grumpy centaur dad with toddler

December 27.) Fire demon

December 28.) Requested Walter part 2

December 29.) Orc Tavern

December 30.) Saturday Snake

December 31.) New Years Kiss

Happy holidays everyone and happy reading.

[microtyalm13]

How would your ocs react to a partner whos very vocal and loud in bed, like every moment they can't go without spouting some type of praise. . . ask, totally not based on a chat im having - 🐠🎩

mmmhehehhe... < З I LIKE THIS QUESTION DEAR FISH ANON. okaaaayyy lessgooo.... also feel free to send me more questions like this one, it was fun to write for everyone <3 deity, naga, monster under the bed, kikimora, fallen god, mothman x reader. derzena x fem!reader, the rest is gender-neutral. there could be mistakes and im npt s orrty

gavriil. — the louder you are the better, honestly. gavriil here is a provider, he cares about your pleasure more than his own, so there's nothing more rewarding than to hear your voice break so deliciously. sex with him is a praising galore... loves receiving it too! he's very talkative and mostly breathes heavily or hums in amusement/delight. if you don't want to make noise on principle, that's a whole different story. will take it as a challenge. will fuck the noises out of you. breaking your indifferent facade until you're nothing but a drooling, whining mess always makes him so smug and proud.

xiaolong. — prefers it if you're at least somewhat vocal because he want to hear how good he makes you feel, so you being so unashamed is perfect for him. loves cutting off your never-ending stream of sweet words and whimpers by kissing you. will remind you to keep it down sometimes though, because "you don't want the whole inn to hear your pretty moans now, do you? they're reserved for my ears only, isn't that right, dear? mmhm, that's it". can't get enough of how lovely your voice sounds when you call out his name. will probably tease you about that later...

taisya\tasechka. — when he's balls deep inside of you, he would absolutely not care. he won't even hear you probably, driven blindly by his instincts and desires. that's why when you want him to stop or give you a second for whatever reason, you need to show it with your body language. give him a pat, a punch (he won't mind), a squeeze. he pays much more attention to how your body moves and shudders underneath him, how your breathing patterns change. values your physical participation more than anything else. this guy is also pretty loud himself, though his noises are not very... pleasant on the ears and sometimes his voice morphs in funny ways, giving that uncanny edge to his low whines and growls.

derzena. — she will be... a bit surprised. she didn't have many lovers, and most of them were pretty quiet and/or shy in her presence (no wonder, bc she has a very... intimidating stare). at first she will think she did something wrong, or, heavens forbid, hurt you. derzena is a very careful woman, mainly because she's very aware of her sizes and strength. but once you reassure her and tell her that you're just very vocal in bed, she'll except it and will move on. she'll learn to love it very quickly, silently relishing in your gasps and loud pleas. she might lose herself for a good while between your legs, eating you out for hours and pushing her thick, smooth tongue deeper into your pussy to see if she can make you even louder.

veniamin. — oh he is so mean. likes it when you're loud just because he gets to shut you up. a hand clasped tightly over your mouth or pushing your face into the pillow, he doesn't care as long as you're keeping up the volume and writhing under him. when he's feeling gracious enough he'll let you ride him and babble all you want. until then, he'll keep calling you a desperate little thing, mocking the noises you make <З despite that, he also loves it when you talk back or insult him in return. it's the "missionary, so we can keep arguing" for him. smug fucker wants nothing more than to rile you up and then make you whine in disappointment by ruining your orgasm... for the fourth time in a row.

livy. — he hasn't had much experience with humans before, so he thinks it's perfectly normal for you to express yourself the way that you do. livy thinks it's very pretty actually, and won't stop you, because no one will hear you in the middle of the forest, where his cave resides. except for him, of course <з lets out happy chirps and clicks in return, or hisses sweetly when your little hole squeezes him so tightly. will ask how you feel very frequently, seeking your approval. might get too excited and get a bit rough, fucking you into the ground, trying to stuff you full of his cock despite you being so much smaller in comparison to him.

[kittycow8875]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do some fluff with some dbd characters? (Like Dwight, Deathslinger, or the Trapper) with a gn reader who’s based off of the well known crytid known as the Mothman? Sometimes I just wanna be a fluffy moth monster lol

Thank you! Hope you have a nice day/night!! :3

Yes ofc ml!<3 I hope u have a good night/day yourself!

i misread this ask I will redo soon!

Moth man x gender neutral reader❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹fluff headcannons

•all though moth man is seen as a scary monster he is nothing but a sweet creature always at your side if you need any form of care.

•he does not fully understand human emotion so if he does happen to see you cry or show a negative emotion and he figures out it's not good he will try his very very best to cheer you up!

•he loves spending time with you anything you enjoy doing he will also enjoy you like doing makeup?show him how it all works!you like video games? He wants to learn how to play!

•he is very clingy to you your his human you take care of him and he takes care of you he will never ever let anyone or anything hurt you! ❤️

•mothman is a little sweetheart!you had a hard day? He will run you a warm bath and have a spa day ready for his human and he will sit and listen to all your problems!

•there has been many times mothman would bring you things such as bones or rocks or sticks you always kept them!but turns out the reason is because he picks the most beautiful rocks and sticks for his beautiful/handsome human!

•you struggle with mental health? He will try to understand to the best of his ability and if he can't he will still cuddle and wrap his fluffy soft wings around you to act as a comfort blanket!

I hope you enjoyed my hcs!❤️❤️❤️‍🩹

[grimethefrog]

There's just something special about the idea of being chosen by a cryptid.....

A kraken carefully replenishing your lungs with air while it pumps into you, filling your holes with tentacles and eggs...

Mothman bringing you to his cave and mating with you every night when he gets back from hunting...

A dragon holing you up in its lair and doting on you with expensive things, then making you get it off with your entire body because it just loves you oh so much...

A band of orcs protecting you from every possible danger, then when things have calmed down, each taking a turn with you until you're mindless and blissful from their touch...

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for anon!

Request: Hi! I'd love a ftm reader x multiple monsters/cryptids (dealers choice) where he's a party favor. Love the whole play thing dynamic with free use and impact play (very big fan of pussy slapping). Would love to see how creative you get with it. Same rules as a private play party where everyone knows each other and everything was pre-agreed upon and he's the hosts submissive. I adore your works!

A/N: Hi there! This was very fun to write, hope you like it!

Best. Night. Ever.

Multiple monsters (naga, werewolf, alien and mothman) x trans masc!reader || free use, impact play, sharing is caring, bondage, dirty talk (lowkey), spit-roasting

When your naga friend asked you to be one of the entertainments of the party he was hosting for his Cryptid Club, you were a bit unsure, but after he told you what you were supposed to do, you were completely sold on the idea. Since your transition, you were a bit of a slut, trying everything and anything you could, and this opportunity was priceless to try some... supernatural fun.

You arrived at the time your friend asked you to, but you were surprised when he instantly got to you with a concerned expression. “Hey dude look, I know I told you there was gonna be a few more entertainments, but… they didn’t show. Do you mind being the only one?” You were confused at his words, not really sure what that would mean for you, but also really worried you were going to let your friend down.

“What would that entitle?” You asked, trying to sound reasonable. You were ready to fuck some monsters, nothing to worry there.

“Well… Now you’d be the only one getting fucked, so it can be a lot,” he explained, sounded worried again. He kept biting his lip as his long tail thrashed nervously behind him.

Oh right, human body against a few monster’s dicks. Yeah, could definitely be a lot, but you… kind of liked the idea. All those monsters, all those dicks… just for you? You were almost ready to fall to your knees and offer yourself right there.

“I- I’m okay with it,” you answered, choking on your own saliva when the neediness appeared. You were so wet you could feel the wetness rubbing your thighs.

“You are the best, have I told you that?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your cheek loudly, a hit of saliva that he knew drove you insane but always made you giggle.

“Yes, you have.” You gave him an equally loud smack in his scale-covered face. “So… where do I go?” You looked around, trying to decipher something, but his house looked as normal as ever.

He walked you through everything. He told you more or less how many monsters there would be, half a dozen, but said not everybody would actively participate with you. You were okay with that. You had to be restrained, as part of the sacrifice-to-the-monsters theme, and they could do whatever they wanted with you (within reason), which you were very okay with.

He helped you out of your clothes, groping you every once in a while, kissing your chest scars like he always did when you fooled around, he had a bit of a fixation with your chest. He tied you over a table, legs far apart and arms over your head, presenting yourself like an offering. He kissed your temple and covered you with a silk sheet, telling you the guests would be there in a minute.

The moments of wait were excruciatingly hard, you weren’t one to be quiet or still for long periods of time, and being tied up, ready to be fucked and listening to all voices around… It was driving you insane with excitement and anticipation, your cunt so wet you could feel your juices dripping down your crack.

Someone clapped, and silence fell down upon all. “Hello friends, welcome to my party. I present you our lovely hole-in-one for the night.” There was a chorus of ah’s and oh’s as he pulled the sheet off your body. You felt like the most desired being in the whole universe, all anxiety dissipating in a cloud of desire and heat. “Look at that pretty cunt, all ready for us to play with… who wants to do the honors?” The naga host asked everyone, you shivered, your whole body trembling with anticipation.

You looked around, watching mesmerized all the monsters in the room. There was a magnificent white werewolf, a green alien with fingers so long you could already imagine where those would go, and even a mothman whose antennae were twitching every time he moved. You were more than ready to be ravished.

Some approached, the werewolf chuckling when you groaned at the sight of his huge dick. “Don’t worry darling, I won’t knot you. Not today, at least.” You blushed at the innuendo and looked at him with pleading eyes. “But I called dibs, so I hope you are prepared.” That’s all the heads up he gave you before his big tip was breaching your cunt, you were drenched already, and he slipped inside as you groaned loudly.

He smirked at you, grabbing your hips and going further and further, to the point it was almost painful, but he didn’t care. And you didn’t either, he felt magnificent inside of you. And when he bottomed out, he didn’t even wait two seconds before he was fucking you mercilessly. You could feel the base of his knot hitting your clit at every thrust, your mouth hanging open as your naga friend approached, pinching your nipples until they felt raw and you were about to explode.

“I like your present to us, friend, you did good,” the alien said as he rubbed his dick along your face, slapping your check with it. You tried to catch it in your mouth, but the werewolf fucking you didn’t let you, slapping the outside of your thigh and making you scream. Everyone looked at you at once, and you blushed.

“Such a needy slutty toy,” this time it was the mothman complimenting you, his dick already out of his cock-pocket.

He was rapidly jerking his dick next to your face, which was average size but had ridges and some sort of protrusion at the end that you know would feel phenomenal inside of you. You almost begged him to fuck your cunt instead of your mouth, but you remembered you were just a toy, you had no say on which hole he fucked.

You dutifully opened your mouth and he praised you. “Such a good boy-toy, aren’t you?” Someone else laughed behind him, you could see a shadow of green, probably the alien, but you couldn’t think much about it before your hair was roughly pulled and he started fucking your mouth with intent. You gagged, and he chuckled. “He’s so needy, won’t stop gagging trying to get more of me,” the mothman over you was almost cooing at your messy self, drool going everywhere as you indeed gagged on his dick. Your head was pushed back, his balls hitting your nose as you tried to go further and he pinched your nipples, making you groan around his cock.

Whoever was fucking your cunt, you thought he was the werewolf you saw earlier, responded: “You have to try his cunt later, bro, he’s squeezing me so tight I think I’m going to spill any second.” He pumped a few more times and spilled inside of you, adding to the mess you were already and making you groan indecently around the cock in your mouth.

He pulled back and somebody replaced him, a new cock pressing against your gaping hole, but when you thought you were going to get fucked again, you heard your naga friend saying: “Don’t be shy, slap his cunt, he loves it.” You gagged, trying to pull away from the cock, already anticipating what was going to happen. But the mothman didn’t relent, he pushed further as whoever was on your lower half did exactly that.

Slap.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, your back arched impossibly high as you came. You came so hard and so forcibly that you squeezed the muscles in your throat, making the mothman pull back as he released, painting your face with his sweet come. You kept coming as he rubbed the tip of his cock over your open lips, your brain was so far away that you couldn’t care less.

“Does he always react like that?” The alien asked, jerking himself next to you, his hand already approaching your dripping hole.

“Every single time, he’s a slut with a pretty hole,” your friend responded. You blushed hard, knowing full well that he was right. The alien didn’t think twice before slapping your pussy again, making you cry out so loud that everyone around laughed. You were so sensitive, and it felt so great…

“Please…” Is all you could say before someone else’s dick was inside of you and you were being pounded into oblivion, a new cock being rubbed over your messy face as someone pinched your clit almost painfully. Not two second later you had a naga dick (the big one of the two) buried inside your cunt and the alien’s cock in your mouth. You were used like a monster’s fleshlight, and you couldn’t feel better.

“Slap him again, I want to feel his cunt squeezing me.” He did, and you saw stars. The milky way. The whole fucking universe.

One after another multiple cryptids fucked and probed and groped and played with your body like you were just a toy for their enjoyment. And you were. You wanted to be. And it felt fantastic. Better than fantastic, it felt perfect to be played with by a bunch of monsters.

You ended the night covered in fluids. You didn’t even know how many monsters came in you, over you… You only knew pleasure and desire and complete bliss. You were sated to the point of dizziness, and when everyone left between compliments to the host and you, your naga friend carried you into the shower and cleaned you sweetly. Always the gentleman. Before you fell asleep, his tail nested around your body, you could only have one thought:

Best. Night. Ever.

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The Thru-Hiker (part 2)

Female Reader x Male Mothperson (Desmond)

Prev: [Interlude] Next: [Part 3] Words: 2.9k Note: Yes, this story is alive! Don't mind me just editing things like 80 times 😭

As you wake gently to the sun shining through old lace curtains, you enjoy a delicious moment of not quite knowing where you are. Your body feels rested properly for the first time in ages, and the bed underneath you feels impossible to get up from. This all changes when you remember you're in Willow Grove, on the second floor of Evangeline's Bed & Breakfast, and running into Desmond again is a very real possibility. The town was a tiny one, after all, and Moths like Desmond literally stood head and shoulders above the humans, Selkies, and Lupines in town.

With the possibility of seeing him again giving you much needed motivation to get out of bed—you literally imagine yourself hugging him and nuzzling into his soft neck fuzz—you quickly freshen up with an indulgent hot shower and throw on some fresh clothes. You never realized how much you missed wearing things like leggings and sweaters until you wore nothing but purpose-made hiking gear for months. 

The moment you step out of your cozy room, you're dragged by the nose downstairs towards the aroma of fresh croissants. As you step into the kitchen, Evangeline pulls a baking sheet with half a dozen of them out of the oven, her tail wagging with satisfaction.

"Good morning, dear," she greets you, moving with impressive speed to set out a plate and silverware for you in the breakfast nook. "How did you sleep?"

"Perfectly," you reply, playing hot potato with a fresh croissant as you sit at your plate. 

"I've forgotten how nice it is to sleep in a real bed. I seriously considered never getting up."

"Well that just wouldn't do!" She smiles warmly, baring her sharp canines. "Otherwise, who would I share breakfast with?" She turns her back on you for a moment to reach for jugs on the counter. "Coffee, orange juice, water?" She offers.

"Coffee, please," you ask. You heft your camera off your shoulder strap and onto the table, where it's joined by a mug of steaming coffee. You don't have to be a coffee snob to tell by smell alone that this is better than the freeze-dried stuff you had with you on the trail.

"You're a photographer, I take it?" Evangeline asks, eyeing your toaster-sized camera.

"I am," you say between bites of warm croissant. She smiles as you enjoy her delicious handiwork.

"Is that what brings you to Willow Grove?"

You think while you chew. Yes, you could tell her that you're here because you hiked five months to find a Moth you hooked up with in the woods, whose full name and contact info you don't even know, and you're sorta hoping to just bump into him in town and...

"Pretty much," you lie. "I took lots of photos on the trail, and I guess I didn't want to go straight back to the big city. Willow Grove is a very pretty town." That last part is honest.

"Well you are in for a treat." Evangeline leans in, elbows on the counter. She's proud of her town and her tail wagging is proof. "If you're looking for something to do today, I'd love to help you with some recommendations of mine."

"That would be lovely." Just like that, your croissant is nothing but crumbs, so you sip your coffee.

"Well, I think you should start at our library." Evangeline reads your mind and grabs you another warm croissant. "I'm sure you would find the archival photos there interesting. There are some from nearly a hundred years ago on the microfiche."

"Wow. That's pretty good archiving." You start working on the second croissant. You're drawn in by the chance to see this town in photos a century old. The town already feels so steeped in history; you'd love being able to see it for real.

"For a town this size it's unheard of. The library really is the centerpiece of the town. It's the only building with three stories and it's a beauty, too. It's all red brick and stained glass on the outside, with stained wood and brass fittings on the inside. It's pretty enough to photograph on its own, now that I think of it."

"I'll have to do that, then," you chew. "Thank you for the recommendation, Evangeline. I'd be lost without your help."

"Of course, dear. Don't hesitate come by and chat with me again."

You nod eagerly and thank her again. Between Evangeline's generosity and the small town charm, Willow Grove was growing on you. Once you finish your coffee and croissant, your camera finds itself slung on your shoulder once again and you set off, stepping out into the crisp Autumn air.

The walk to the library is a pleasant one, with the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke in the air. As you approach the building, you see what Evangeline meant when she said it was the town's centerpiece. The red brick exterior is adorned with intricate stained-glass windows depicting scenes of nature and the townspeople. Where the morning light shines on the exterior just right, you frame a shot and snap a photo.

Stepping inside, you're greeted by the rich, dark wood interior that oozes warmth and history. If you weren't drawn here by the lure of the archival photos (and didn't have a Mothman to find), you'd want nothing more than to curl up in a warm corner and finish a book in one sitting. Your eyes are drawn to the towering bookshelves that seem to reach for the heavens, each equipped with rolling ladders to access the highest volumes.

Following Evangeline's advice, you make your way to the microfiche room, eager to delve into the historical photographs she had mentioned. Upon entering, you find yourself alone under the dim lighting with only the sound of analogue machinery as various machines hum and click around you.

You take a seat at one of the microfiche machines, both eager and intimidated. You're no stranger to old tech, but you've never used one of these, and the machine's knobs and scroll wheels seem don't match anything you've used before. With determination, you begin to attempt operation, threading a nearby spool of delicate film through the machine and squinting at the projected images on the screen.

Despite your best efforts, the machine proves stubborn and uncooperative. The images refuse to focus properly, and the scroll wheel seems to have a mind of its own as it either moves too fast or not at all. Growing increasingly frustrated, you ball your hands into fists and fight the urge to smack the machine. You'd probably end up more damaged than the machine if you did.

"Ugh," you mutter under your breath, trying to channel your patience and remind yourself that it's just an old machine. "Why won't you cooperate?"

Taking a deep breath, you look around the dimly lit room, seeking solace in the quiet space. As your eyes adjust to the low light, you notice the intricate details of the machinery and the countless reels of microfiche waiting to be explored. Thinking about the long history of this town and the fact you're only one of many people determined to photograph it and record its charm calms you down a bit.

You refocus your attention on the stubborn machine, steeling yourself for another attempt at coaxing it into cooperation.

Just as you're about to touch the scroll wheel again, a gentle tap on your shoulder startles you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you spin around, only to find Desmond standing behind you with a warm smile on his face. 

"Hey there," he says softly, his big red eyes sparkling with amusement. "Need a hand?"

"Desmond!" you exclaim, unable to contain your joy at seeing him again. With a mix of delight and relief, you sweep him into a tight hug, lifting his featherlight frame off the ground for a moment. His fluffy wings flutter against your back, and you can't help but smile even wider.

"Wow, someone got pretty swole on the trail," Desmond jokes awkwardly as you set him back down, his chitinous features accentuating his shy grin. "I'm glad to see you too."

"Sorry, I just got carried away," you apologize, cheeks burning a little. "It's been so long since we last saw each other."

"Yeah, it really has," he agrees, rubbing the back of his neck. "How have things been for you since we... parted ways?"

"Tiring, but good," you reply, trying to focus on the positive aspects of hiking and living like a caveman. "I actually finished the trail just a few days ago. You weren't kidding when you said the town was right near the trail's end."

"Well, welcome back to civilization. I don't need to reintegrate you to society do I?" He teases.

"Shut up," you land a playful shove against his shoulder. "What are you doing in the library, anyway? You haven't been stalking me since I got into town, have you?" You tease back.

"Actually, I work here. It's what I did before I hiked the trail and it's good to be back."

Desmond the Librarian just seems too fitting for him. "How's life as a librarian?" You ask.

"Quiet, mostly," Desmond admits with a chuckle. "But I like it. It gives me time to read and watch old movies, which is nice. Plus, I get to help people find what they're looking for, whether it's a book or a piece of microfiche."

"Speaking of which," you say, gesturing toward the stubborn machine, "any tips on how to make this damn thing work?"

"Of course," Desmond says, stepping closer to the microfiche machine. With a few deft movements of his slender fingers, he adjusts the knobs and scroll wheels, and the image on the screen comes into focus.

"Thanks," you say with relief. "I was about to give up on this thing."

"Anytime," he replies with a warm smile. Then, he glances around for a moment before leaning in slightly, voice hushed as if by instinct in the quiet library. "Hey, do you want to see something really cool?"

"Sure, what is it?" you ask, your curiosity piqued.

"Come with me," Desmond says, leading you out of the dimly lit microfiche room and toward a staircase tucked away in the back corner of the library. "There's a private office upstairs with an amazing view of the town. I think you'll like it."

As you ascend the stairs, you notice the atmosphere shifting from the cozy bustle of the library to a serene, quieter space. The dark wood paneling continues upwards, and the scent of old books melds with the faintest hint of dust.

Desmond opens the door to the private office, revealing a room filled with antique furniture and more floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. A large, arched window dominates one wall, offering a stunning view of Willow Grove below.

"Wow, this place is incredible," you breathe, taking in the beauty of the room and the town beyond. Townspeople below mill about, getting ready for a lazy morning. You can see the cafes on the main street starting to fill up and people driving their cars on the winding roads to the neighboring towns.

"I thought you might like it," Desmond says, a hint of pride in his voice. "It's one of my favorite spots in the library."

You both step closer to the window, absorbing the breathtaking view and enjoying each other's company in the peaceful atmosphere of the office.

"You know, um..." Desmond starts, fidgeting with his neck fluff, "I'm happy to see you again. I'm glad decided to find me again."

"Me too." You sidle up to him, enjoying the warmth of one of his wings. "I worried you'd think I was crazy, or you'd have gotten over me, or..."

Desmond stops you. "No, not at all. "I'll admit, this would have been much easier if I just gave you my number," he chuckles, "but it just didn't feel right back then, you know? But now that some time has passed and I've gotten to be on my own for a bit... this feels right, having you with me."

"Thank you," you reply, touched by his words. Your heart swells, and the knowledge that Desmond is just as happy as you are to be here has your face filling with warmth. If Evangeline's croissants were a feeling, they'd be closest to the sensation of Desmond wrapping a soft, warm, fuzzy wing around you as you both watch Willow Grove come to life.

Just as you're about to stand on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on him somewhere, the door behind you swings open.

"Desmond, I need to talk to you about..." The voice, strong and low like dark chocolate, trails off as the Mothwoman enters the room and spots you. Immediately, an aura of coldness and intimidation emanates from her, making the air heavy with tension. She's taller even than Desmond, and her black wings, spiderwebbed with streaks of white, wrap around her like a cloak.

"Who is this?" she demands, her gaze fixed on you. The warmth in the room dissipates like a snuffed out candle.

"Mom, this is my friend," Desmond says, trying to defuse the situation. "We met on the Appalachian Trail a while back."

"Friend?" Samara narrows her eyes, suspicious of your presence. Her overprotectiveness of Desmond is palpable, making you feel like an intruder in their world.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs... um..." You stammer, offering your hand in a polite gesture.

"Samara," she replies icily, ignoring your extended hand. She turns her attention back to Desmond. "You never mentioned any new friends from your trip."

"Ah, well, we just recently got back in touch," Desmond explains, his voice wavering slightly under his mother's scrutiny.

"Is that so?" Samara regards you with a steely gaze, her tone accusatory. She begins asking terse, probing questions, attempting to assess you as if you were a threat. "How did you meet? Why are you here in Willow Grove?"

"Um, we met by chance on the trail," you respond, feeling uneasy under her intense stare. "As for the rest, I'm just here to take some photographs. It's a hobby of mine." You try to remain polite, but can't help being taken aback by her coldness.

"Photographs," she repeats skeptically, looking you up and down. There's something unspoken in her expression, a hint of distrust that you can't quite decipher.

"Mom, please," Desmond interjects, coming to your defense. "It's really not a big deal. We're just catching up."

"Fine," Samara relents, her tone still chilly. "But don't plan on spending all day with her. You're needed at the circulation desk soon." With that, she gives you one last lingering glare before turning and leaving the room as abruptly as she had entered.

You stand there in the wake of her departure, heart pounding, as the atmosphere slowly begins to return to near-normal.

"Sorry about that," Desmond says with an apologetic grimace. "My mom can be a bit... overprotective."

"Is she always like this?" you ask, still reeling from the encounter.

"Unfortunately, yes," he admits. "Especially lately, with the town's Founding Festival coming up. She's been under a lot of stress." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before continuing, "I guess I should let you know she's the mayor of Willow Grove, so the responsibility of overseeing the whole event falls on her."

"Your mom is the mayor?" Your jaw goes a bit slack. Having his mom dislike you is one thing, but when she runs the whole town? You try to shake off the lingering unease, focusing instead on the warmth of Desmond's wing as he returns to your side and rests his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah," he chuckles nervously. "She's a bit of a local celebrity around here. I'm really sorry for how she acted towards you. I promise, it's not personal."

"Thanks," you say, managing a small smile. "I appreciate you sticking up for me."

"Of course," Desmond replies, his gentle eyes meeting yours. "You're important to me, and I don't want my mom's behavior to drive you away."

The sincerity in his voice makes your heart flutter, but there's also a pang of disappointment. When he had introduced you as "just a friend" earlier, it had stung a little, even though you understood why he did it. You wonder if that's all you can be to him when Samara is around – just a friend.

Desmond seems to sense your uncertainty, and hesitantly reaches out to take your hand. "Hey," he says softly, "if you're up for it, I'd love to take you on a real date soon. Somewhere outside of this dusty old library."

"Really?" The hopefulness in your chest flares up at his words.

"Absolutely," he confirms, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "I want to show you the town and get to know you even better."

"Then I'd love that," you reply, feeling a mix of emotions, but still hopeful. Willow Grove seems like a town just magical enough to make this work, no matter how much warming up Desmond's mom needs before she gives up the cold shoulder.