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two demon girls who love filling your holes bc you're so pathetic when you're moaning and crying for them <333

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💙 Darling, you're out of this World 💙

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dom top trans elf who's not had a great time with dating or hookups because people always assume he's a sub bottom because he's a trans guy, because he's a male elf, or both

he goes to kink night at the local queer bar, not expecting much except to get to wear his leathers and to hype up his friends. and that's where you find him, on the edge of the party, sipping at a mocktail and smiling as he watches an orc friend try to chat up a woman she has a crush on

you flirt, and to begin with he think it's either a joke or will end the moment he tells you that he's not interested in bottoming. but when he tells you, expecting you to lose interest straight away, you point out you already know. you noticed his carabiner on the left, saw the black hanky tied to a belt loop on the same side. you know what he's bringing to the table and you're more than interested

he pulls you into the gender neutral bathroom stall, pushes you up against the locked door. his hands are in your hair and his tongue is in your mouth, and he tastes of the artificial bubblegum of his last drink. and then that mouth moves to your neck. in the dim light, you see just a flash of his eyes — hungry and awake with something wild at his core — before he bites down

you try to suppress the cry at first, let it out only as a steady hiss. but then something knocks at the wall of the stall next door, and you realise nobody here cares. when he spreads your legs apart with one hand, and then cups you, squeezing gently, you let out a whimper

his mouth is still on the vulnerable, sensitive skin of your neck — and at this point, you're certain it's going to bruise — so the sound is muffled. but you hear it still. a dark, dangerous chuckle

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Listen. I do love weird looking monster cocks as much as the next guy, but I genuinely barely see any love for bizarre vagina biology on monsters. Whenever I see monster cunt it's always basically just human, and what's with that?

Hear me out. Here are some suggestions:

Insect monsters whose chitinous underbellies you have to rub and caress to get to their slits/gonopores.

Transmasc werewolves whose bottom growth is exagerrated while transformed, allowing for easy penetration. Knotted tdicks anyone?

Monsters who have claspers in their cunts to keep you locked inside of them while you cum.

Monsters whose wetness has an aphrodisiac quality, making it hard to think of anything but keeping your face and tongue buried inside of them to get more.

Reptile monsters with hemiclitori to make pleasure even more intense as you eat them out.

Monsters with vaginal canals they can restrict and shift around independently, allowing them to form fit themselves perfectly to your fingers or cock.

Robots with slits that vibrate as you grind against or fuck them.

Hyena monster women with pseudo-penises.

PUSSY TENTACLES!!

Idk man like monster cocks are neat but I need to eat out weird monster pussy okay?

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There's a place just down the street where they chop off angel's wings and fry them in oil. You should try some. Oh, the angels? Yeah they're regular people now. Simultaneously their freedom of flight is ripped away from them violently and yet at the same time they are granted freedom from the yoke of divine subservience so it's bitter sweet for them or some gay shit like that. Anyways the wings are really good.

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Your transmasc incubus boyfriend explained it to you on your third date — he feeds not just on the moment where desire climaxes, but on the build. He feeds on the energy of blushing cheeks, of fidgeting hands, of fluttering heartbeats. He feeds on the slow and the sensuous, on the tightening knot of tension.

That’s why he insisted the two of you went out to choose gear together. Why — when he tries different harnesses on over his underwear in the fitting room — he makes sure to ask you what you think. He barely hold back the chuckle as he sees your face flush warm and dark as you look at him try on a harness in thick black rubber, and then one in soft red leather.

When the two of you look at toys to put in your chosen harness, he’s bent over the display case until his mouth is right next to your cheek. His breath is hellfire warm against your skin when he speaks, gently running his finger against the smooth silicone of the display models.

“Imagine how good this would feel,” he says. “Look at that curve, think about how good it’d feel pressing up against that spot inside you. Think about how much you’d squirm underneath me."

He's so close that it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to just lean forward and press his lips to you. And fuck, you wish he would. You want him to kiss you more than anything else in the world.

He smirks, all sharp teeth, like he knows exactly what he's doing. "Would you whimper for me, pet? Beg for my claws in your skin and my cock in your hole?”

It takes all you have not to whimper then, never mind when he’s on top of you. You can’t help but imagine it — that long tongue in your mouth, his sharp teeth on your neck, his long forked tail swaying for balance as he pounds into you…

"I'll beg," you hear yourself saying, a gentle tease in your voice. "If you can make me."

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I would kill for more toppy/dommy transmasc stories!!! They’re so hard to find 😩

🫡 on it boss

fr though i am a domtop transmasc living under an absolute dearth of representation of people like me, so i am more than happy to make more top/dom transmasc stories and posts. give me a monster type and/or a kink and i'll be tapping away on my keyboard in no time

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(Yandere??) Enchanted suit of armor obsessed with his Princess, even centuries later. Every time you're reincarnated he finds you. It's been awhile, but he has a sixth sense about it. After all, he was created with the sole purpose of keeping you safe. Who cares that now he has to battle a "boss" and something called a "boyfriend" to keep you safe?? When you're finally reborn again, he breaks out of the museum he's been in to come find you. Sure it might take awhile, but he will find you, and ensure his Princess is safe.

And this time, he knows you'll finally let him keep you. All for himself. Yes, it's been centuries, but the sight of yourself being impaled on his steel fingers has never once left his mind.

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need a trans monster whose top surgery scars just casually open into enormous grotesque maws full of razor sharp teeth specifically so i can make out with each of them individually :)

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let me open up your eyes to a concept: monsterboy tdick. Monsterboys who’s tdicks get large enough that they can’t hide their boners anymore and have to awkwardly excuse themselves to adjust them. Monsterboys who develop ridges on their tdicks that get larger the harder they are. Monsterboys who get knots unexpectedly, swelling and stretching your mouth and apologizing because he didn’t know that would happen.

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trans orc boyfriend whose strong hips can support a huge squirting strap

on the bedside table, he's already laid out syringes of cumlube, so you know how much is going to be emptied inside of your hole, how much you're going to get filled up

he's slow to begin with, pushing inside you softly and gentle, stretching you out. once he's inside you to the base, he just stays there a while, lets you get used to the feeling of being filled up

when he starts to move, that's slow too, to begin with. he puts his fingers in your mouth as you whimper, whispers in your ear about how proud he is of you for taking the whole thing

and it's then he starts to move faster, quicker, harder, pushing inside you with that thick silicone cock. you can see your belly bulge, can feel the sweat dripping from his brow as he pounds into you

you're moaning, begging for him to come in you. he grins, flashing those sharp tusks, and reaches across for one of the syringes. he pushes it the moment it's hooked up to the tubing, and you feel your hole flooded with cum

and that's just one syringe. there's four more to go

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monster/human, but fisting

huge orc woman with the strong hands of a warrior, who slowly works you up finger by finger into taking her whole hand

slime boyfriend, who's soft and jelly-like and pliable as you fit more and more of your fist into him, and who oozes around your fingers when he comes, squeezing and squirting around you

centaur fuckbuddy, who's never really enjoyed bottoming for a human before because he's never felt properly stretched out, moaning and gasping as you go elbow deep inside his hole, maybe even with both hands

werewolf girl who calls the widest part of your hand your knot, who whimpers as you slowly work her up, telling her how you're going to stretch her pussy out and fill her up, and how good it's going to feel

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naga girlfriend who squeezes and comforts you like a weighted blanket when you're having a bad day

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Hey, I'm Charlie (he/him)! I'm transmasc and I write queer and/or monster smut

OPEN for requests, although will decline those that don't align with my preferences or I think I'm not a good fit for

I'm more likely to write (but am not limited to):

Transmasc/female (cis or trans)

Strap-ons

Post bottom surgery trans rep

Weird tongues

Specific weird monster pussy requests

I prefer third or first person to second person/'x Reader', but will take second person requests

I won't write:

Outright non-con

Pregnancy kink (breeding dirty talk fine, just not preg)

Underage (and I strongly prefer 21+ characters)

Transmascs bottoming for PiV sex with cis men (no judgement, it's just triggering for me). I'm unlikely to write transmasc PiV with other kinds of people, but cis men is a hard no for me

Requests that use the phrases "AFAB" or "AMAB" to refer to body types or genitalia

Long Stories:

First Times - Succubus x Transmasc!Human, strap-ons, forked tongue, aphrodisiac body fluids

Imagine Posts:

Trans Orc Boyfriend - GN!Reader, strap-ons, breeding

Transmasc Incubus Boyfriend - GN!Reader, strap-ons, teasing

Dom Top Trans Elf - GN!Reader, biting, public play

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"Don't you know this tale, in which all I ever wanted I'll never have? For who could ever learn to love a beast? However cold the wind and rain I'll be there to ease up your pain However cruel the mirrors of sin Remember, beauty is found within Forever shall the wolf in me... desire the sheep... in you"

Nightwish - Beauty and the beast

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i reworked an old artwork of mine to fit my current style/needs/vibes, what do you think of this version of beauty and the beast?

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First Times

monster x human, ftm/trans male!human, strap-on sex, forked tongue, aphrodisiac body fluids

“What if I’m not good with it?” Jack says, after sliding the harness on and buckling it tight. “You’re so used to people who know what they’re doing, and I’m… I’ve never done this before.”

“What if I’m not good with it?” Jack says, after sliding the harness on and buckling it tight. “You’re so used to people who know what they’re doing, and I’m… I’ve never done this before.”

The leather is soft and smooth, and it sits against his skin tightly. If he focuses on that, on the cold metal buckles just starting to warm up against his skin, on the way that Ardour looks splayed across their bed, Jack can just about forget the way his hands are trembling.

And god, Ardour looks good. She’s a gorgeous woman, so gorgeous that it takes Jack’s breath away sometimes. She’s all rounded curves and soft stomach, dark hair that reaches to her mid back, always dressed in the perfect complimentary shade. Right now, the delicate lace bra and panties are a soft, cool slate grey, and against the dark red of her skin they look perfect.

Right, dark red. Because she’s more than a woman. If the shade of her skin didn’t tell Jack that, the delicate, curled horns emerging from her forehead would. So would the long forked tongue that he can see press against her black-lined lips as she looks up at him, hunger burning in her eyes.

When Ardour speaks, her voice is warm and husky.

“It will be good,” she reassures him. “Because it’s you. And I want you.”

She says it with the tone of voice of somebody who absolutely truly believes what she’s saying. And that’s enough to make Jack believe it a little too. Enough to briefly forget all the boyfriends who scoffed when he asked if he could top, enough to forget all the evenings he’d spent on his laptop desperately trying to find evidence that somebody out there might want somebody with his desires, enough to forget how he’d only managed to come to Ardour with a request when he was several pints in.

For a moment, he forget it all. All there is in the universe is him and Ardour and this dark, cushion covered, LED-lit bedroom. It smells of jasmine and vanilla, and it feels like the most inevitable thing in the world as he steps forward, kneels in front of Ardour’s bed, and presses a kiss to her lips.

When they first got together — first started whatever this thing between them is — the kisses had been what had surprised Jack the most. Sure, he’d known about it in theory, known that succubus saliva increased sensitivity. But knowing in dry, scientific terms was different from feeling it, knowing the exact way his body would suddenly feel warm and heady. She tastes of cherry lipgloss and hellfire smoke, and as she opens her mouth and bites on Jack’s bottom lip gently, he reaches up to cup the back of her head. Jack tangles his fingers in her curls, lets his eyes drift close, and lets himself just feel.

Her teeth let go, and Jack wonders if what he can taste is blood, but there’s no time to question properly. Not when that long forked tongue is finding its way into his mouth. He moans, not just against her but into her, and he can feel the smirk Ardour flashes against his lips.

Her dark eyes are wide and dilated when they part for air, her breath quick. Jack’s is quicker still, and he knows what his eyes must look like, round and bright as the moon.

“Come fuck me,” Ardour says. And Jack knows he could back out, knows there’s still space for him to decide this is too much and say no, but Ardour’s voice still makes it sound like a command. “I want you and that big harnessed cock inside me.”

Jack does as she says. He’s kneeled between her legs, the crushed velvet of Ardour’s bedsheet’s soft against the exposed skin of his thighs. The toy is long and wickedly curve, the colour so perfectly matching the tone of his skin that it’s like it was made specifically for him, and when he rubs the head against Ardour’s folds, he can’t look away from the sight. Ardour moans, quietly, and she’s so wet and dripping that all Jack can think about is sinking his harnessed cock into her. And when her legs wrap around his hips and pull him closer, that’s what happens. There’s briefly a pressure pushing back on him through the leather of the harness and onto his t-dick,. But a moment later the resistance is gone, her pussy stretching and letting him fill her up.

To begin with, Jack’s movements are clumsy, and he knows it. He’s driven by instinct, by this primal need inside him to grind his hips inside her. But he’s a quick learner, and when those legs around his waist start to guide him, he follows them. Long, rapid strokes become slower, more targeted, and Jack realises — as Ardour’s breathing becomes heavy and ragged underneath him — that inside her, that curved head is perfectly placed. His breathing is heavy too, his brow covered in sweat, but right now he doesn’t care. All there is in the universe is him and Ardour and the space between them.

“I love you,” he manages, the words stuttered and stammered between heavy breaths. That pressure against him through the harness is back, building as he rolls his hips. He doesn’t think he can come, but he knows that if he can this is the start of it, that long slow build into ecstasy. Underneath him, Ardour smiles, flashes the sharp points of her teeth, and snakes a hand between their bodies to stroke at her clit.

“I love you too,” she purrs back. Her free hand reaches up, long nails raking against the skin of Jack’s back, and he gasps at the sensation. “Now make me come around your cock.”

Jack doesn’t think he can come from the pressure, but this is better. Being hilt-deep inside of Ardour, feeling her legs around him and hearing her heavy breath, knowing — as the hand between them speeds up — that he’s bringing her closer and closer… god, it’s a thousand times better than a brief burst of his own pleasure could be. He can feel her need, feel that he’s driving her towards release with each movement.

When he gives one last snap of his hips, the nails on his back dig in. And then the rest of Ardour moves too, clinging to him even as her legs shake and her body jerks and her lips let out a strangled cry. She’s warm to the touch, so warm that Jack wants to melt into her and never let go.

“That,” she manages, when she’s come back down to earth. “Was fantastic.”

And Jack — still floating off the high of how good and right it felt — smiles and nods.

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Monsters are a Ghoul’s Best Friend 💕

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