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[dark-moonlust]

Frostbite Heat (winter demon(they/them) x gender neutral reader)

This oneshot stars a gender-neutral reader. Also the winter demon are they/them pronouns. Something different than usual, I was asked a lot about this. I hope you like this. Please be kind if I made a mistake. I did my best 🫶🏼🥺

Summary: your winter demons finds you burning with need, craving their touch. They take care of you through your heat, solidifying your bond in your first true heat together.

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, hot: cold play, scent/heat, possessive monster, oral (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, and overstimulation, lots of fluids, size kink, belly bulge, HEA with cuddles.

A horrible blizzard howled against the windows, rattling the glass. Outside, snow piled against the door, harsh winds hitting the walls. Then the door creaked and opened. Your demon mate passed easily through the snow. They stood there, silent yet magnificent, frost trailing off their gray, muscled shoulders and long dark red hair. Glowing blue eyes pinned you in place, pupils blown wide as they scented you. Your heat had come. The first heat to go through as mates.

“Little ember,” they voiced your nickname, voice deliciously throaty, “you're in heat.”

Lost for words, you nodded. Your breath clouded between you, heat rolling off your skin, sweat beading at the nape of your neck even as you shivered from the cold seeping off them. Your winter demon closed the door, keeping the angry storm away.

They stepped closer, heavy boots slamming on the floor, claws flexing, dragging cold air behind them like a cape. You proudly stood your place, rubbing your thighs together, your need rising. The warmth had been pulsing and building all day, gnawing at your spine.

Now you felt ready to explode.

You wanted them. Desperately.

As if they knew, they tilted their head, sharp white teeth glinting in the glow of your lamplight, tongue flicking out to taste the air.

“Do you know what you smell like right now?”

You shivered, your body begging, slick pooling, warmth flooding your belly.

They grinned, fangs sharp. “You smell like warm sugar and wildflowers.”

You whimpered as they pressed closer, they were huge and deliciously muscled, cold rolling off them like meeting the warmth of your body in a hiss of steam. Their hand cupped your jaw, careful of their claws, cold thumb brushing over your lower lip, making you gasp.

“You’re burning,” they murmured, leaning down to inhale deeply at your throat, their wintry breath caressing your skin. “So warm. So ready.”

“Please,” you wrapped your arms around them, your warmth bleeding into their frostbitten skin. “Ride this heat with me.”

A low growl was your only answer. Their claws scraped down your sides, pulling at your clothes, fabric rustling as they stripped you bare. Their cold hands left goosebumps in their wake, your chest tightening, your skin sensitive and so needy under their touch.

They pressed you down onto the nearby couch, your back hitting the cushions as they dropped to their knees. Their eyes glinted as they spread your legs wide, draping them over broad shoulders to expose the slick, messy heat between your thighs.

“Damn,” they breathed. “Look at you.”

Exposed as you were, you felt warmth flushing across your skin and you squirmed under their shameless gaze. They kept you there, spread wide open, your thighs trembling, your hips twitching as their cold breaths kissed the wet heat between your legs.

“All this for me, little ember?” Their voice was low, rough, possessive. “All this wetness, this heat… mine?”

“Yours,” you gasped, hips bucking as they inhaled you deeply, making you moan. “Please, I …please… need you!”

“What do you want exactly, mate?”

“Anything! Just touch me!”

They growled softly, leaning forward, their tongue, cold, forked and slick dragging a slow stripe up the wetness between your thighs. You mewled as the huge appendage gathered the slick mess, tasting you all while they shuddered.

They did it again and you cried out, your hands flying to their hair, fingers sinking into the cold strands as you tried to close your thighs, but their shoulders held you open, claws biting lightly into your skin.

“You taste so good,” they rasped against you, tongue flicking against your throbbing center, sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. “So sweet. So salty. So hot.”

“Ah…ahnnn—”

What could you say? They devoured you so thoroughly, so hungrily that only moans broke through. Wet suckling sounds reverberated as they pushed their hard tongue into your depths, your body caught between the freezing cold and the burning heat of your own need.

Bliss overflowed, your first orgasm exploding mercilessly and taking over your whole body. You quivered but they kept going, tongue invading deep, their hands keeping your body pinned. Then came another orgasm. And another. You thrashed in vain and they growled low before slowing their tongue’s movements to gentle swirls, pulling back to blow cold air across your wetness, watching you shiver and whimper softly.

“Look at you,” they purred, their voice vibrating against your tender flesh. “My pretty, messy thing, dripping all over the couch.”

“Please, please fuck me,” you begged, too far into your heat, your hips rolling, grinding against their face, the coil tightening in your belly.

They chuckled darkly but instead of lifting and giving you their cock, the tongue was back, pushing harder, deeper, rougher. Meanwhile, two of their cold fingers slid through your wetness, gathered it before moving up to pinch your sensitive chest, abrading your buds as they continued to tongue-fuck you.

Your back arched, broken screams tearing from your throat as they fucked you slowly with their tongue, the cold appendage inside you only making the heat burn brighter, your body clenching around it. They flicked your peaks hard, they knew exactly how much you loved to have your buds fondled and teased.

“That’s it, little ember,” they growled, eyes glowing up at you, their tongue curling inside you to stroke that spot that made your vision blur. “Give me your heat.”

Powerless to deny them, you cried out, your body locking up, the coil in your belly snapping as another orgasm crashed over you. Your heat flooded around their cold tongue, your thighs shaking as you gushed down their face, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

They didn’t stop, licking you through it, drinking down your slick as they growled, overstimulating you as you sobbed softly, twitching in their grip.

When they finally pulled back, their lips were shiny with your slick, their tongue flicking out to clean the corner of their mouth.

“Good,” they murmured, pleased. “So warm. So perfect and ready to be claimed.”

Still trembling, breathing hard, tears drying on your cheeks you managed a nod and outstretched your hands, beckoning them. They groaned and embraced you, dragging you to them as they sat on the couch with you atop them.

The cold of their bare thighs bit into your flushed, sensitive skin. You moaned in need, clinging to their broad shoulders, burying your face in the crook of their neck, craving their heady, spicy scent. Licking along their skin, your breath fogging over their cold skin.

“Little ember,” they rasped. “You’re ready for me. You’re going to take all of me, sweetling. Going to let me cool and melt you at the same time.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you said, grinding down on their lap, gasping when you felt the thick, cool length of them pressing against your slickness. They were big, too big, the tip already dripping cold beads of precum against your hot folds. Wiggling your hips, you lined them up with your entrance, the coldness making your sensitive skin twitch, sending sparks down your spine.

“Breathe, ember,” they purred, their clawed hands cupping your hips as they slowly began to lower you down, the head of their shaft breaching you with a stretch that was cold yet so freaking good it made your eyes roll back.

Fingers digging into their shoulders, you cried out as they pushed deeper, inch by inch, their cold length splitting you open. You took them in, their girth stretching you wide, your walls fluttering around them. They hissed, claws tightening, a visible mist leaving their lips as they exhaled shakily and held back from fucking into your depths. They were patient, taking time to make it pleasurable for your tight hole, so small around their massive demon girth.

“Fuck, you’re so hot inside,” they snarled. “Squeezing me so tight.”

Seconds passed and tears prickled at your eyes as they finally bottomed out, their hips flush with yours, their cock buried deep. So deep that a prominent bulge pressed under your belly, proof of how much they were inside you. Not just physically. But mentally, too.

Still patient, they didn’t fuck you but let you adjust. “Good?” they rasped, voice strained.

“Y-yeah,” you managed, rocking your hips experimentally, whimpering as the thick, cold length impaling you pressed against that sweet spot. “So good… please I need more…”

They didn’t need more encouragement. Their claws loosened on your hips, giving you all control. They growled as you began to move, pulling up then slamming back down with agonizing slowness. Their cock squelched out, covered in your juices before you lowered yourself with a heavy, wet slap.

“Yesss,” they groaned, eyes locked on where your bodies met, your pretty little hole stretching and dripping down their shaft. “Taking me so well, ember.”

You could only whimper, your hands clutching at their shoulders, your nails scraping against their frostbitten skin. You’d found the perfect angle. So deep, so far inside you, caressing all the sweet spots. Before long you were coming undone. The pleasure was sharp, their cock filling you so fully it was almost too much, but never enough.

They waited until you’d rode the waves of rapture and then took over.

They fucked you raw, their hips snapping upwards, your body bouncing violently. Cock spreading inside you while their tongue thrust past your moaning lips and down your throat. Fucking you from both ends with both cock and tongue, each thrust rolling through your body like a wave.

You were a mess, babbling, gasping, your thighs shaking as you tried to ride them, the cold making your skin pebble.

Tension built again, heightening with each pump of their hips.

“Mine,” they growled, their forked tongue tasting your mouth, claiming your moans as they fucked you deep. “All mine, forever.”

And you were a goner. Your walls clenched around them at those words, your body trembling, pleasure erupting.

“Yes, yes, yours, all yours!” you gasped as the pleasure rolled through you, your body locking up as they thrust harder, faster, their massive shaft dragging against every trembling spot inside you.

“That’s it,” they snarled, their claws digging into your hips, holding you down as they fucked up into you, your wetness coating them, slicking their lap. “Come for me one last time, ember.”

“Can’t! Not again—”

“You can. I’ll reward you, mate. Give you my cum.”

At their order, your body obeyed, your climax crashing over you like a wave of fire, your walls clamping down around their girth as you cried out their name, your slick spilling around them, dripping down the couch. They didn’t stop, fucking you through it, drawing out your pleasure, your body twitching and jerking as overstimulation turned your cries into desperate sobs.

“Good,” they purred as they chased their own release. “So hot, so good, so perfect.”

Then you felt them swell inside you, pulsing, cold and heavy, before they slammed in deep and came, the cold of their release flooding into you. It was too much yet so good. The shocking chill of their cum made your back arch, your body clenching around them as they pumped into you, filling you to bursting.

They held you there, buried deep, their arms wrapping around you, keeping you close as they rode out their orgasm, their breath coming in harsh, frosty pants against your ear. Drops of cum escaped from the point of your union, dribbling lazily.

When it was over, they slumped back, taking you with them. You rested against their strong chest, their shaft still buried deep inside you, keeping most of their seed sealed. You breathed heavily but had a blissful smile on your face. They nuzzled into your neck, let out a soft satisfied sound.

You didn’t know for how long you stayed there. Your body was exhausted, boneless, but so incredibly warm, your heat wrapping around their cold as you sat atop them, pressing gentle kisses to their icy chest.

Your first heat had been even better than you’d imagined.

It had sealed your bond. Forever.

If you enjoyed like, comment or reblog. It lets me know you read my story and it honestly makes my heart so happy

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Frostbite Heat (winter demon(they/them) x gender neutral reader)

This oneshot stars a gender-neutral reader. Also the winter demon are they/them pronouns. Something different than usual, I was asked a lot about this. I hope you like this. Please be kind if I made a mistake. I did my best 🫶🏼🥺

Summary: your winter demons finds you burning with need, craving their touch. They take care of you through your heat, solidifying your bond in your first true heat together.

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, hot: cold play, scent/heat, possessive monster, oral (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, and overstimulation, lots of fluids, size kink, belly bulge, HEA with cuddles.

A horrible blizzard howled against the windows, rattling the glass. Outside, snow piled against the door, harsh winds hitting the walls. Then the door creaked and opened. Your demon mate passed easily through the snow. They stood there, silent yet magnificent, frost trailing off their gray, muscled shoulders and long dark red hair. Glowing blue eyes pinned you in place, pupils blown wide as they scented you. Your heat had come. The first heat to go through as mates.

“Little ember,” they voiced your nickname, voice deliciously throaty, “you're in heat.”

Lost for words, you nodded. Your breath clouded between you, heat rolling off your skin, sweat beading at the nape of your neck even as you shivered from the cold seeping off them. Your winter demon closed the door, keeping the angry storm away.

They stepped closer, heavy boots slamming on the floor, claws flexing, dragging cold air behind them like a cape. You proudly stood your place, rubbing your thighs together, your need rising. The warmth had been pulsing and building all day, gnawing at your spine.

Now you felt ready to explode.

You wanted them. Desperately.

As if they knew, they tilted their head, sharp white teeth glinting in the glow of your lamplight, tongue flicking out to taste the air.

“Do you know what you smell like right now?”

You shivered, your body begging, slick pooling, warmth flooding your belly.

They grinned, fangs sharp. “You smell like warm sugar and wildflowers.”

You whimpered as they pressed closer, they were huge and deliciously muscled, cold rolling off them like meeting the warmth of your body in a hiss of steam. Their hand cupped your jaw, careful of their claws, cold thumb brushing over your lower lip, making you gasp.

“You’re burning,” they murmured, leaning down to inhale deeply at your throat, their wintry breath caressing your skin. “So warm. So ready.”

“Please,” you wrapped your arms around them, your warmth bleeding into their frostbitten skin. “Ride this heat with me.”

A low growl was your only answer. Their claws scraped down your sides, pulling at your clothes, fabric rustling as they stripped you bare. Their cold hands left goosebumps in their wake, your chest tightening, your skin sensitive and so needy under their touch.

They pressed you down onto the nearby couch, your back hitting the cushions as they dropped to their knees. Their eyes glinted as they spread your legs wide, draping them over broad shoulders to expose the slick, messy heat between your thighs.

“Damn,” they breathed. “Look at you.”

Exposed as you were, you felt warmth flushing across your skin and you squirmed under their shameless gaze. They kept you there, spread wide open, your thighs trembling, your hips twitching as their cold breaths kissed the wet heat between your legs.

“All this for me, little ember?” Their voice was low, rough, possessive. “All this wetness, this heat… mine?”

“Yours,” you gasped, hips bucking as they inhaled you deeply, making you moan. “Please, I …please… need you!”

“What do you want exactly, mate?”

“Anything! Just touch me!”

They growled softly, leaning forward, their tongue, cold, forked and slick dragging a slow stripe up the wetness between your thighs. You mewled as the huge appendage gathered the slick mess, tasting you all while they shuddered.

They did it again and you cried out, your hands flying to their hair, fingers sinking into the cold strands as you tried to close your thighs, but their shoulders held you open, claws biting lightly into your skin.

“You taste so good,” they rasped against you, tongue flicking against your throbbing center, sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. “So sweet. So salty. So hot.”

“Ah…ahnnn—”

What could you say? They devoured you so thoroughly, so hungrily that only moans broke through. Wet suckling sounds reverberated as they pushed their hard tongue into your depths, your body caught between the freezing cold and the burning heat of your own need.

Bliss overflowed, your first orgasm exploding mercilessly and taking over your whole body. You quivered but they kept going, tongue invading deep, their hands keeping your body pinned. Then came another orgasm. And another. You thrashed in vain and they growled low before slowing their tongue’s movements to gentle swirls, pulling back to blow cold air across your wetness, watching you shiver and whimper softly.

“Look at you,” they purred, their voice vibrating against your tender flesh. “My pretty, messy thing, dripping all over the couch.”

“Please, please fuck me,” you begged, too far into your heat, your hips rolling, grinding against their face, the coil tightening in your belly.

They chuckled darkly but instead of lifting and giving you their cock, the tongue was back, pushing harder, deeper, rougher. Meanwhile, two of their cold fingers slid through your wetness, gathered it before moving up to pinch your sensitive chest, abrading your buds as they continued to tongue-fuck you.

Your back arched, broken screams tearing from your throat as they fucked you slowly with their tongue, the cold appendage inside you only making the heat burn brighter, your body clenching around it. They flicked your peaks hard, they knew exactly how much you loved to have your buds fondled and teased.

“That’s it, little ember,” they growled, eyes glowing up at you, their tongue curling inside you to stroke that spot that made your vision blur. “Give me your heat.”

Powerless to deny them, you cried out, your body locking up, the coil in your belly snapping as another orgasm crashed over you. Your heat flooded around their cold tongue, your thighs shaking as you gushed down their face, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

They didn’t stop, licking you through it, drinking down your slick as they growled, overstimulating you as you sobbed softly, twitching in their grip.

When they finally pulled back, their lips were shiny with your slick, their tongue flicking out to clean the corner of their mouth.

“Good,” they murmured, pleased. “So warm. So perfect and ready to be claimed.”

Still trembling, breathing hard, tears drying on your cheeks you managed a nod and outstretched your hands, beckoning them. They groaned and embraced you, dragging you to them as they sat on the couch with you atop them.

The cold of their bare thighs bit into your flushed, sensitive skin. You moaned in need, clinging to their broad shoulders, burying your face in the crook of their neck, craving their heady, spicy scent. Licking along their skin, your breath fogging over their cold skin.

“Little ember,” they rasped. “You’re ready for me. You’re going to take all of me, sweetling. Going to let me cool and melt you at the same time.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you said, grinding down on their lap, gasping when you felt the thick, cool length of them pressing against your slickness. They were big, too big, the tip already dripping cold beads of precum against your hot folds. Wiggling your hips, you lined them up with your entrance, the coldness making your sensitive skin twitch, sending sparks down your spine.

“Breathe, ember,” they purred, their clawed hands cupping your hips as they slowly began to lower you down, the head of their shaft breaching you with a stretch that was cold yet so freaking good it made your eyes roll back.

Fingers digging into their shoulders, you cried out as they pushed deeper, inch by inch, their cold length splitting you open. You took them in, their girth stretching you wide, your walls fluttering around them. They hissed, claws tightening, a visible mist leaving their lips as they exhaled shakily and held back from fucking into your depths. They were patient, taking time to make it pleasurable for your tight hole, so small around their massive demon girth.

“Fuck, you’re so hot inside,” they snarled. “Squeezing me so tight.”

Seconds passed and tears prickled at your eyes as they finally bottomed out, their hips flush with yours, their cock buried deep. So deep that a prominent bulge pressed under your belly, proof of how much they were inside you. Not just physically. But mentally, too.

Still patient, they didn’t fuck you but let you adjust. “Good?” they rasped, voice strained.

“Y-yeah,” you managed, rocking your hips experimentally, whimpering as the thick, cold length impaling you pressed against that sweet spot. “So good… please I need more…”

They didn’t need more encouragement. Their claws loosened on your hips, giving you all control. They growled as you began to move, pulling up then slamming back down with agonizing slowness. Their cock squelched out, covered in your juices before you lowered yourself with a heavy, wet slap.

“Yesss,” they groaned, eyes locked on where your bodies met, your pretty little hole stretching and dripping down their shaft. “Taking me so well, ember.”

You could only whimper, your hands clutching at their shoulders, your nails scraping against their frostbitten skin. You’d found the perfect angle. So deep, so far inside you, caressing all the sweet spots. Before long you were coming undone. The pleasure was sharp, their cock filling you so fully it was almost too much, but never enough.

They waited until you’d rode the waves of rapture and then took over.

They fucked you raw, their hips snapping upwards, your body bouncing violently. Cock spreading inside you while their tongue thrust past your moaning lips and down your throat. Fucking you from both ends with both cock and tongue, each thrust rolling through your body like a wave.

You were a mess, babbling, gasping, your thighs shaking as you tried to ride them, the cold making your skin pebble.

Tension built again, heightening with each pump of their hips.

“Mine,” they growled, their forked tongue tasting your mouth, claiming your moans as they fucked you deep. “All mine, forever.”

And you were a goner. Your walls clenched around them at those words, your body trembling, pleasure erupting.

“Yes, yes, yours, all yours!” you gasped as the pleasure rolled through you, your body locking up as they thrust harder, faster, their massive shaft dragging against every trembling spot inside you.

“That’s it,” they snarled, their claws digging into your hips, holding you down as they fucked up into you, your wetness coating them, slicking their lap. “Come for me one last time, ember.”

“Can’t! Not again—”

“You can. I’ll reward you, mate. Give you my cum.”

At their order, your body obeyed, your climax crashing over you like a wave of fire, your walls clamping down around their girth as you cried out their name, your slick spilling around them, dripping down the couch. They didn’t stop, fucking you through it, drawing out your pleasure, your body twitching and jerking as overstimulation turned your cries into desperate sobs.

“Good,” they purred as they chased their own release. “So hot, so good, so perfect.”

Then you felt them swell inside you, pulsing, cold and heavy, before they slammed in deep and came, the cold of their release flooding into you. It was too much yet so good. The shocking chill of their cum made your back arch, your body clenching around them as they pumped into you, filling you to bursting.

They held you there, buried deep, their arms wrapping around you, keeping you close as they rode out their orgasm, their breath coming in harsh, frosty pants against your ear. Drops of cum escaped from the point of your union, dribbling lazily.

When it was over, they slumped back, taking you with them. You rested against their strong chest, their shaft still buried deep inside you, keeping most of their seed sealed. You breathed heavily but had a blissful smile on your face. They nuzzled into your neck, let out a soft satisfied sound.

You didn’t know for how long you stayed there. Your body was exhausted, boneless, but so incredibly warm, your heat wrapping around their cold as you sat atop them, pressing gentle kisses to their icy chest.

Your first heat had been even better than you’d imagined.

It had sealed your bond. Forever.

If you enjoyed like, comment or reblog. It lets me know you read my story and it honestly makes my heart so happy

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Beach, Heat, and Knotting PARTS 1+2 (sea dragon x fem reader)

Part 1:

A quiet cove. A reader in heat. A game of teasing the beast who lurks beneath the waves. Your sea dragon bf, all claws, scales, and hunger, dragging you into the sand and proving just how possessive he can be.

Expect: heat-drunk desire, ripped bikinis, monster 🍆, knotting, overstimulation and so much more.

Part 2:

Dragon bf isn’t done with you. Not even close.

Dragged into his cave, your body still stretched and dripping, your dragon needs more. Not just your pussy.

Expect: ass-eating, slow teasing tongue play, ass-stretching with that massive cock, knotting, overstimulation, and a dragon who fucks you raw then cuddles you like it’s the sweetest thing in the world.

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When your Dragonshifter mate begs to impregnate you to save his dying species:

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When Monsters Discover Coffee 🤣

We were talking on Discord the other day, imagining how different monsters would react to coffee… so here ya go.

Naga: takes one sip… blehhhh…. “What is this potion? WHY IS IT SO BITTER?? Is this poison?? You drink this willingly???” 5 minutes later, he’s slithering around the room energetically, then asks for more coffee, still acting like he doesn't like it. Vampire: who insists blood is great but… coffee?? Coffee is LIFEEE. He’s sipping a double espresso at 3am and says it’s his lifeblood. Also plans to buy Starbucks. He isn’t obsessed with world domination but COFFEE domination.

The rest of the ideas I came up with now.

Demon: to him coffee = holy water. Has a whole collection of mugs that say things like “Don’t talk to me until the apocalypse” or “Death before decaf” etc. Threatens the barista if the foam heart art isn’t symmetrical and hates it when Starbucks spells his name wrong. Dragon: Forget hoarding gold, he’s hoarding exotic beans, baby. Bags of rare roasts stacked in his cave like the most precious treasures. Oh, and no one touches his mugs. Also guards his French press like a treasure chest. Werewolf: accidentally drank a pumpkin spice latte once and now it’s his whole personality. He’s posting selfies holding his Pumpkin Spice Latte. He’s the guy who tells you which indie cafés “just get the milk froth right.” Will fight for oat milk.

FYI, if you wanna join Discord, here’s the invite. https://discord.gg/AWX6z6KyHn

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Frostbite Heat (winter demon(they/them) x gender neutral reader)

This oneshot stars a gender-neutral reader. Also the winter demon are they/them pronouns. Something different than usual, I was asked a lot about this. I hope you like this. Please be kind if I made a mistake. I did my best 🫶🏼🥺

Summary: your winter demons finds you burning with need, craving their touch. They take care of you through your heat, solidifying your bond in your first true heat together.

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, hot: cold play, scent/heat, possessive monster, oral (reader receiving), penetration (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, and overstimulation, lots of fluids, size kink, belly bulge, HEA with cuddles.

A horrible blizzard howled against the windows, rattling the glass. Outside, snow piled against the door, harsh winds hitting the walls. Then the door creaked and opened. Your demon mate passed easily through the snow. They stood there, silent yet magnificent, frost trailing off their gray, muscled shoulders and long dark red hair. Glowing blue eyes pinned you in place, pupils blown wide as they scented you. Your heat had come. The first heat to go through as mates.

“Little ember,” they voiced your nickname, voice deliciously throaty, “you're in heat.”

Lost for words, you nodded. Your breath clouded between you, heat rolling off your skin, sweat beading at the nape of your neck even as you shivered from the cold seeping off them. Your winter demon closed the door, keeping the angry storm away.

They stepped closer, heavy boots slamming on the floor, claws flexing, dragging cold air behind them like a cape. You proudly stood your place, rubbing your thighs together, your need rising. The warmth had been pulsing and building all day, gnawing at your spine.

Now you felt ready to explode.

You wanted them. Desperately.

As if they knew, they tilted their head, sharp white teeth glinting in the glow of your lamplight, tongue flicking out to taste the air.

“Do you know what you smell like right now?”

You shivered, your body begging, slick pooling, warmth flooding your belly.

They grinned, fangs sharp. “You smell like warm sugar and wildflowers.”

You whimpered as they pressed closer, they were huge and deliciously muscled, cold rolling off them like meeting the warmth of your body in a hiss of steam. Their hand cupped your jaw, careful of their claws, cold thumb brushing over your lower lip, making you gasp.

“You’re burning,” they murmured, leaning down to inhale deeply at your throat, their wintry breath caressing your skin. “So warm. So ready.”

“Please,” you wrapped your arms around them, your warmth bleeding into their frostbitten skin. “Ride this heat with me.”

A low growl was your only answer. Their claws scraped down your sides, pulling at your clothes, fabric rustling as they stripped you bare. Their cold hands left goosebumps in their wake, your chest tightening, your skin sensitive and so needy under their touch.

They pressed you down onto the nearby couch, your back hitting the cushions as they dropped to their knees. Their eyes glinted as they spread your legs wide, draping them over broad shoulders to expose the slick, messy heat between your thighs.

“Damn,” they breathed. “Look at you.”

Exposed as you were, you felt warmth flushing across your skin and you squirmed under their shameless gaze. They kept you there, spread wide open, your thighs trembling, your hips twitching as their cold breaths kissed the wet heat between your legs.

“All this for me, little ember?” Their voice was low, rough, possessive. “All this wetness, this heat… mine?”

“Yours,” you gasped, hips bucking as they inhaled you deeply, making you moan. “Please, I …please… need you!”

“What do you want exactly, mate?”

“Anything! Just touch me!”

They growled softly, leaning forward, their tongue, cold, forked and slick dragging a slow stripe up the wetness between your thighs. You mewled as the huge appendage gathered the slick mess, tasting you all while they shuddered.

They did it again and you cried out, your hands flying to their hair, fingers sinking into the cold strands as you tried to close your thighs, but their shoulders held you open, claws biting lightly into your skin.

“You taste so good,” they rasped against you, tongue flicking against your throbbing center, sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. “So sweet. So salty. So hot.”

“Ah…ahnnn—”

What could you say? They devoured you so thoroughly, so hungrily that only moans broke through. Wet suckling sounds reverberated as they pushed their hard tongue into your depths, your body caught between the freezing cold and the burning heat of your own need.

Bliss overflowed, your first orgasm exploding mercilessly and taking over your whole body. You quivered but they kept going, tongue invading deep, their hands keeping your body pinned. Then came another orgasm. And another. You thrashed in vain and they growled low before slowing their tongue’s movements to gentle swirls, pulling back to blow cold air across your wetness, watching you shiver and whimper softly.

“Look at you,” they purred, their voice vibrating against your tender flesh. “My pretty, messy thing, dripping all over the couch.”

“Please, please fuck me,” you begged, too far into your heat, your hips rolling, grinding against their face, the coil tightening in your belly.

They chuckled darkly but instead of lifting and giving you their cock, the tongue was back, pushing harder, deeper, rougher. Meanwhile, two of their cold fingers slid through your wetness, gathered it before moving up to pinch your sensitive chest, abrading your buds as they continued to tongue-fuck you.

Your back arched, broken screams tearing from your throat as they fucked you slowly with their tongue, the cold appendage inside you only making the heat burn brighter, your body clenching around it. They flicked your peaks hard, they knew exactly how much you loved to have your buds fondled and teased.

“That’s it, little ember,” they growled, eyes glowing up at you, their tongue curling inside you to stroke that spot that made your vision blur. “Give me your heat.”

Powerless to deny them, you cried out, your body locking up, the coil in your belly snapping as another orgasm crashed over you. Your heat flooded around their cold tongue, your thighs shaking as you gushed down their face, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

They didn’t stop, licking you through it, drinking down your slick as they growled, overstimulating you as you sobbed softly, twitching in their grip.

When they finally pulled back, their lips were shiny with your slick, their tongue flicking out to clean the corner of their mouth.

“Good,” they murmured, pleased. “So warm. So perfect and ready to be claimed.”

Still trembling, breathing hard, tears drying on your cheeks you managed a nod and outstretched your hands, beckoning them. They groaned and embraced you, dragging you to them as they sat on the couch with you atop them.

The cold of their bare thighs bit into your flushed, sensitive skin. You moaned in need, clinging to their broad shoulders, burying your face in the crook of their neck, craving their heady, spicy scent. Licking along their skin, your breath fogging over their cold skin.

“Little ember,” they rasped. “You’re ready for me. You’re going to take all of me, sweetling. Going to let me cool and melt you at the same time.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you said, grinding down on their lap, gasping when you felt the thick, cool length of them pressing against your slickness. They were big, too big, the tip already dripping cold beads of precum against your hot folds. Wiggling your hips, you lined them up with your entrance, the coldness making your sensitive skin twitch, sending sparks down your spine.

“Breathe, ember,” they purred, their clawed hands cupping your hips as they slowly began to lower you down, the head of their shaft breaching you with a stretch that was cold yet so freaking good it made your eyes roll back.

Fingers digging into their shoulders, you cried out as they pushed deeper, inch by inch, their cold length splitting you open. You took them in, their girth stretching you wide, your walls fluttering around them. They hissed, claws tightening, a visible mist leaving their lips as they exhaled shakily and held back from fucking into your depths. They were patient, taking time to make it pleasurable for your tight hole, so small around their massive demon girth.

“Fuck, you’re so hot inside,” they snarled. “Squeezing me so tight.”

Seconds passed and tears prickled at your eyes as they finally bottomed out, their hips flush with yours, their cock buried deep. So deep that a prominent bulge pressed under your belly, proof of how much they were inside you. Not just physically. But mentally, too.

Still patient, they didn’t fuck you but let you adjust. “Good?” they rasped, voice strained.

“Y-yeah,” you managed, rocking your hips experimentally, whimpering as the thick, cold length impaling you pressed against that sweet spot. “So good… please I need more…”

They didn’t need more encouragement. Their claws loosened on your hips, giving you all control. They growled as you began to move, pulling up then slamming back down with agonizing slowness. Their cock squelched out, covered in your juices before you lowered yourself with a heavy, wet slap.

“Yesss,” they groaned, eyes locked on where your bodies met, your pretty little hole stretching and dripping down their shaft. “Taking me so well, ember.”

You could only whimper, your hands clutching at their shoulders, your nails scraping against their frostbitten skin. You’d found the perfect angle. So deep, so far inside you, caressing all the sweet spots. Before long you were coming undone. The pleasure was sharp, their cock filling you so fully it was almost too much, but never enough.

They waited until you’d rode the waves of rapture and then took over.

They fucked you raw, their hips snapping upwards, your body bouncing violently. Cock spreading inside you while their tongue thrust past your moaning lips and down your throat. Fucking you from both ends with both cock and tongue, each thrust rolling through your body like a wave.

You were a mess, babbling, gasping, your thighs shaking as you tried to ride them, the cold making your skin pebble.

Tension built again, heightening with each pump of their hips.

“Mine,” they growled, their forked tongue tasting your mouth, claiming your moans as they fucked you deep. “All mine, forever.”

And you were a goner. Your walls clenched around them at those words, your body trembling, pleasure erupting.

“Yes, yes, yours, all yours!” you gasped as the pleasure rolled through you, your body locking up as they thrust harder, faster, their massive shaft dragging against every trembling spot inside you.

“That’s it,” they snarled, their claws digging into your hips, holding you down as they fucked up into you, your wetness coating them, slicking their lap. “Come for me one last time, ember.”

“Can’t! Not again—”

“You can. I’ll reward you, mate. Give you my cum.”

At their order, your body obeyed, your climax crashing over you like a wave of fire, your walls clamping down around their girth as you cried out their name, your slick spilling around them, dripping down the couch. They didn’t stop, fucking you through it, drawing out your pleasure, your body twitching and jerking as overstimulation turned your cries into desperate sobs.

“Good,” they purred as they chased their own release. “So hot, so good, so perfect.”

Then you felt them swell inside you, pulsing, cold and heavy, before they slammed in deep and came, the cold of their release flooding into you. It was too much yet so good. The shocking chill of their cum made your back arch, your body clenching around them as they pumped into you, filling you to bursting.

They held you there, buried deep, their arms wrapping around you, keeping you close as they rode out their orgasm, their breath coming in harsh, frosty pants against your ear. Drops of cum escaped from the point of your union, dribbling lazily.

When it was over, they slumped back, taking you with them. You rested against their strong chest, their shaft still buried deep inside you, keeping most of their seed sealed. You breathed heavily but had a blissful smile on your face. They nuzzled into your neck, let out a soft satisfied sound.

You didn’t know for how long you stayed there. Your body was exhausted, boneless, but so incredibly warm, your heat wrapping around their cold as you sat atop them, pressing gentle kisses to their icy chest.

Your first heat had been even better than you’d imagined.

It had sealed your bond. Forever.

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Yeti x Ice Witch

Pairing: Yeti monster x Ice Witch reader

Summary: You are weakened after a spell and a Yeti finds you in the cold woods. He nurses you back to health and then you realize you are mates. But how will this mating work between you, when he is three times your size?

Warnings: minors don’t interact, 18+!!!!, explicit monster smut, size kink, oral (fem+male), huge 🍆, magic to fit, buckets of come.

This is the full one-shot. It was posted first on Patreon as my patrons get early access to my Tumblr posts! Happy reading!!

In the icy wilderness, you forced your legs to move and take you back to your cabin. Your most recent magic spell had left you weakened, your power drained from exertion. Alone and shaking from the cold, you looked around the vast forest and felt the snowflakes kissing your face. You wouldn’t make it back, you wouldn’t—

A massive figure appeared on the horizon, three times bigger than your own size, closing in on you with loud footsteps. It was a Yeti, towering and powerful, his fur glistening white. Your eyes and body were heavy but before you could lose consciousness, strong hairy arms held you, cradling you against a surprisingly warm chest.

The Yeti took you to his home and treated your internal magic force. Power sung through you and after hours of rest and sleep, you woke up feeling more powerful than ever. You sat up on the comfortable bed and looked around his house. The ceilings were impossibly tall, built to fit his great height.

You heard his footsteps as he approached. He entered the room and somehow he made it look small. Now that you were feeling well and strong again you could appreciate him fully. He was furry all over with broad shoulders, strong arms, a chiseled chest, and thick thighs. He was naked, but didn’t look indecent at all. You guessed his cock was hidden in the slit between his legs. Somehow that thought made your belly pool with warmth.

“What are you thinking, little witch?” he asked, his glinting blue eyes fixed on you.

“You.. you saved me, thank you,” you said, trying to ignore the ripples of pleasure inside you. What was wrong with you?

He sniffled the air. “You’re aroused.”

“I’m not doing it deliberately. Perhaps it’s because I’ve just recovered.”

“Perhaps,” he growled, his voice husky with hunger. “Or perhaps it’s something else entirely.”

A beat of silence passed as you stared at each other, and then, you both realized the truth—you were mates.

“Mate,” he growled, causing a shiver of desire to ran down your spine.

“Yes, mate,” you agreed, a hand rubbing over your heart.

He was upon you in no time, his massive body looming over your small frame, his fur-covered chest rising and falling with each breath. Retracting his sharp claws, he tugged at your clothes and exposed your lithe body to his eyes.

“Slender,” he muttered as he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Yet so round,” he said as his tongue tasted one breast, his hand cupping and feeling the other mound. “I can feel your little heart pounding, mate. So strong.”

Moving even lower, he worshipped your smooth belly and seemed fascinated with your bellybutton. Trails of fire ignited along your skin when he reached the apex of your legs, his mouth licking your pussy. He suckled and nibbled gently at the plump lips, lapping up your juices. He feasted on you, and you rocked your hips in time with his movements. You came in no time, waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your back arching in ecstasy.

“This one is tiny,” he commented, a thick finger probing your pussy. “I won’t fit.”

Just in time, you looked down and widened your eyes at the sight. His cock had exited his slit, it was long and hard, veins traveling around the curved shaft. The head was a wide flare, beads of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He was thrice the size of a human dick at full-mast and your heart gave a little flip at how strong and monstrously beautiful he was.

Reaching down, you cupped his cock, wrapping both palms around it. He growled and since he couldn’t kiss you— his jaws were too big, he thrust his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues brushed and mated, though his was wide and textured, impatient to explore every crevice of your mouth.

“Want to suck you, my big handsome mate,” you whispered as he devoured your mouth.

Sitting back on his back paws, he offered you his cock. “It’s all yours, my beautiful witch.”

Feeling giddy, you crawled between his legs and let your tongue taste the pre-cum at the tip of the pulsing cock. You pumped him with both hands, licking around each vein and lapping up the seed that escaped the head.

‘“Fuck,” he hissed, watching as you struggled to suck the whole head of his cock in your mouth. You managed it, your lips stretching wide, little tongue licking frantically. You tried to take him deeper but he was too thick.

The Yeti cupped the back of your neck. “You are doing so good.”

“Hnn… I want you inside of me,” you muttered around his cockhead. You ran your lips along the girth of it, nuzzling it, wanting it.

“You can’t,” he said, his voice pained. “Your pussy’s too small.”

“I… I can help with that,” you kissed his cock one last time then drew back.

Focusing your energy, you weaved your magic and altered your insides to accommodate the Yeti’s massive cock. The procedure was painless, it only tickled slightly as the changes took effect. Immensely proud of yourself, you sent him a wicked grin.

“I believe nothing will stop you now.”

His gaze darkened with desire. “My little witch, you never cease to amaze me.”

The Yeti wasted no time, his body crawling over you. His furry chest rubbed against your nipples while his big paws splayed your legs wide, baring your our slick pussy to him. He kneeled between you and closed his mouth over your pussy, suckling loudly.

Clutching his head, you held for dear life and rubbed your cunt against his face. You wanted him inside you. He growled, pleased as he tongued your cunt, thrusting a thick finger in your depths. You accepted it easily, your walls stretching around it. Another followed and you squealed as it pushed inside you with ease.

"Please, ah, hah… just take me," your words faded when you felt the warmth of his leaking cock probing your pussy. His snout buried in your hair as he fingered your cunt and replaced them with his cockhead. Carefully, very carefully, he parted your pussy lips and moved his hips, the flared head of his dick moving past your tight entrance. He filled you, inch by delectable inch and you clutched his fur, your breath hitching when he bottomed out.

You’d done it.

Looking down, you saw him staring at the same sight; his cock was balls-deep inside you, making your belly bulge.

“Damn, that is a sight I will never get bored of,” he drawled, “look at you. So stretched and perfect around my dick.”

“Hmm… now please, move.”

“Eager little witch,” he kissed you, plunging his tongue inside your mouth.

He started thrusting, fucking you with primal ferocity, his penetration deep and powerful. You were so wet that his cock came out frothing with your juices. He fucked you to the edge of ecstasy and you came hard around him, sweet climax rolling through you. Your contractions made him piston faster, and with a defeating roar, he spurted inside you, his cock pulsing so strongly that you came again with violent aftershocks. Load after load of hot cum was released inside you, it filled your belly and trickled down your shaking legs.

“I love your pussy,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I wonder how many rounds it can go.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” you said, giving his big wet nose a kiss.

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Ruined, Wrecked, Eternally Bred (tentacled monster x fem demoness reader)

Summary: you are a demoness needy for your tentacled monster. A desperate, insatiable breeding toy that will never, ever be full enough and will always ask for more.

Warnings: MINORS STAY AWAY, highly nsfw, established relationship, fully consensual, needy demoness, tentacles everywhere, breeding, eggs, double penetration, gape, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, tentacled 🍆, lots of 💦.

Blame my hormones for this. Okay byeeee 

Your swollen belly heaved with every ragged breath, your trembling thighs slick with the overflow of his seed.

Too much cum.

And yet, it still wasn’t enough.

Your monstrous mate had you completely wrapped in his grip, tentacles coiled tight around your wrists, ankles, and around your tits. More tendrils kept you stretched open, helpless and ruined beyond all reason. Just as you craved.

Ever since you met the sensual monster in the dark cave, you've been fucking on stop. You were already full, your womb and ass heavy, your insides pulsing, stuffed beyond their limits. But your body still begged for more—your clenching, fluttering holes trying to pull his tentacles even deeper as if your body refused to accept being left empty.

You let out a needy, broken sob, rolling your hips, desperate for another thrust, another pulse of thick, hot seed inside you. Your monster only chuckled, its voice a deep, guttural vibration through the tentacles that still stroked every inch of your body.

“Still begging for more, little one? Look at you. Utterly ruined. Dripping. Marked."

"More damn you. I need more—”

A thick, pulsing tentacle pushed deeper inside your cunt, joining the other two already there. You arched, your pussy stretching to accommodate the invasion. Another one joined the three in your ass, forcing a sweet gasp from your throat. They pounded into you in tandem, perfectly synchronized, squelching sounds echoing.

“You can’t stop, can you?”

Your head fell back, your fangs biting deep into your tongue to keep from sobbing outright.

“No,” you gasped, shaking, trembling, straining against his grip.

The tentacles moved within you and you could feel it happening again—your womb stretching, your ass growing tighter, your belly swelling rounder, your body adjusting to accommodate every last drop of his thick, gooey seed.

You weren’t just being bred.

You were being remade.

Shaped into something that could only exist to take him.

To carry his spawn, his young.

The tentacle monster behind you shifted, his tentacles thrusting faster, pushing you further down onto his thick appendages, preparing you for another brutal release.

And fuck, you needed it.

“Do you truly want more, my greedy little one?”

You shuddered, eyes rolling back, your needy, ruined body offering itself up without hesitation.

“Yes. Please. Fucking fill me. Stretch me. Break me.”

His growl was low, pleased. “Then take it.”

Every thick, pulsing tentacle inside you pistoned deep, pushing you closer, higher, deeper into pure, overwhelming madness. The first rush of his release made you gasp, back arching, holes clenching hard. Your thighs quivered as heat and goo were deposited inside you in overwhelming waves.

Then came the eggs. One after the other.

Then another. And another.

And fuck—it wasn’t stopping.

Endless hot little eggs along with his seed gushed inside you, stretching both ass and womb, bloating with the sheer volume of his release. Your stomach swelled beneath his hold, the pressure inside you growing, overstimulating, bordering on the edge of too much—

But you wanted it.

You craved it.

You were made to take it.

Vision blurring, your thoughts fractured, your body convulsing as you were bred until you weren’t sure where you ended and where he began. Too many tentacles, too much cum, too many eggs. Tortuously blissful.

It felt like ages had passed when he finally pulled back, when the last few thick, dripping tentacles finally squelched out from your swollen, gaping holes. You collapsed —panting, dazed, your body still trembling with aftershocks. The tentacles stroked you, soothing, caressing, wrapping around your bloated, dripping body.

“You’ll never be empty again, demoness.”

You let out a sigh and cradled a tentacle, licking the tapered tip in your mouth.

He laughed. Darkly.

Because you both knew...

You would never, ever stop wanting more.

And he would never, ever stop giving it to you.

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When your Dragonshifter mate begs to impregnate you to save his dying species:

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Mating Frenzy

Pairing: vampire x fem human reader

Summary: your vampire mate is going through a mating frenzy. You have no choice but to ride it out with him.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, p in v sex, well-endowed 🍆, vampire bites, lots 💦.

The night air was thick with lust.

The room was dark, the flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls.

Fabric ripped, touches urgent, bodies tingling.

Cold hands were wrapped around you, fangs sank into your neck as strong hips pistoned inside you. Your vampire boyfriend was going through a mating frenzy, you’d been fucking since morning and he still wasn’t satisfied, his need for you consuming him. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your heart racing in your chest. Two big hands cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples while jerking your body back and forth on his rigid cock.

Again and again, he pushed inside you, his thick veined shaft stretching and invading you. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, squelching sounds echoing. Affected by the mating fever, he cupped your neck, his lips crashing down on yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth. Your tongues brushed hungrily. You could taste the metallic tang of your blood on his lips.

“Fuuuck, baby, you drive me insane,” he growled, his hands roaming over your curves.

There was raw need in his eyes. The mating frenzy had affected you and his need, mirrored your own.

“Nnn—need you,” you whimpered in time with his frantic thrusts.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “All of you. Mine.”

“Hmmm… ’m yours.” You cried out. “Harder! Pl…ease!”

Rough hands pulled your hair back, exposing more of your neck.

"As hard as you want, sweetheart," the vampire growled before sinking his fangs back into your flesh. You winced, palms flat on the wall in front of you, feeling blissful ecstasy as he sucked hungrily at your nape.

“My mate,” he hissed, his voice low as he pumped erratically in you from behind. “I’m going to bury myself so deep. Going to bathe you with my cum.“

Eyes blazing with raw hunger, he fucked you, his thrusts growing more and more erratic. Your pussy was drenched, wet sounds echoing, mingling with your moans and his growls. Every thrust jerked you whole body and made your knees weak. You could barely stand. A few more primal thrusts and he brought you to the edge. You shuddered, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cried out his name and came around his pounding cock.

His movements faltered for a moment, as if wanting to enjoy the convulsing of your walls around him. His eyes met yours, pride in their depths. He kissed you, then he was turning you over, gripping your hips and lifting you against him. Your tits pressed against his chest, legs wrapping around him.

A smooth glide and he was deep up your cunt, your bodies fused together. With a choked sob, you buried your face in his neck, your body shuddering as he lifted you and lowered you on his cock. He came with a groan, the force of his release filling you, his cock throbbing violently inside you. Another orgasm was forced from you, less intense, but still your breaths remained ragged and uneven.

“Good, so good for me,” he drawled, his voice strained.

You held him close, fingers stroking his hair. “I love you.”

He trembled against you. “Fuck, sweetheart, I don’t deserve you.”

“We deserve each other.”

And with that, he tenderly scooped you up and laid you down on the bed. The mating fever started to fade, so he took you in his arms and you snuggled up against his chest. He kissed and whispered words of love and affection before sleep took over you both.

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A Vampire’s Lust

Pairing: vampire x fem human reader

Summary: You are washing your face in the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties when your vampire mate gets so aroused by it that he takes you against the sink, fangs sinking into your neck.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, well-endowed 🍆, vampire bites, lots 💦.

This is the full one-shot. It was posted first on Patreon as my patrons get early access to my Tumblr posts!

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Dressed only in a lacy black bra and matching panties, you leaned over the sink, washing your face. You rarely wore makeup but you were adamant about taking care of your skin. Your boyfriend was a vampire after all, so you had to keep up with his flawless complexion. The cool water felt refreshing as you rinsed away the remnants of soap. You patted your face dry then carefully applied your face products.

You smiled when you caught your boyfriend into the room, leaning against the doorframe, his red eyes studying you, lingering on the curve of your ass and the swell of your breasts. He always moved so quietly but, after two years of dating, you were almost used to it. Wearing only a black pajama pants, he looked ravishing. Tall, lean and muscular, with a symmetrical face and concave jawline. He had short dark hair and a bold captivating gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said as he approached, his voice a husky whisper. He pressed behind you, his naked chest against your back, his hands sliding around your waist to rest on your stomach. His lips brushed against your ear, then down your shoulder, kissing over the strap of your bra.

You shivered, your nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your bra.

“Aww, look at them,” he cooed, his fingers circling your buds over the lace bra. “They’re constricted. Poor babies. Let’s free them.”

With a skillful move, he unclasped your bra and tossed it away. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he cupped your tits, his big hands, feeling up their weight, thumbs toying with the hard tips. He looked at you through the mirror as his hands roamed over your body, caressing your curves and making you gasp.

Most vampires couldn’t see their reflections because mirrors were traditionally backed with silver and that revoked their images. But your mirror was custom-made and free from silver because your mate had a perverse delight in fucking you in front of it and watching your reactions.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He leaned in, his fangs grazing your neck as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties. “You’ve taken over my cold heart and fired it up.”

“You have taken hold of my heart, too,” you whispered, your head collapsing on his chest as he tugged down your panties. You wiggled your hips, shimming them off then gasped when a cool finger toyed with the seam of your pussy.

“Soaked for me,” he purred, his voice thick with arousal.

A gasp was torn from you when his thumb found your clit, rubbing it in slow, languid circles. Your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more. But his hold on you was secure, his arms like bands around you, his eyes looking at you through the glass, dark with desire.

“Please,” you whined, trying to get more friction. “I need you.”

“I’ll fuck you, mate. Here in front of the mirror.”

“You horny vamp,” you teased, hands fumbling for purchase on the sink. “You do that almost every day.”

“I love watching you writhe and cum around my cock.”

To prove his point, he lifted your leg and took in the sight of your glistening cunt and his fingers teasing your plump folds. “Pretty cunt. Want to fucking ruin it.”

With a swift motion, he was bending you over the sink, sinking to his knees, his tongue eating out your cunt. You cried out, hands gripping the edge of the basin as he licked and sucked like a man possessed, loud moans and slurping sounds echoing in the small bathroom. His fingers added to the game, drawing apart your outer labia, his tongue finding the hood of your clit and flicking repeatedly.

“Ahn! Close… so close—”

You very nearly screamed when he stood up and slapped your ass. You heard clothes shuffling, then felt him slapping his thick cock against your soaking wet entrance. He leaned in, his body curling behind you, his fangs sinking into your neck as he thrust into you, filling you in one smooth glide. You saw stars and came hard, pleasure and pain blending in and driving you wild.

Snapping his hips, he fucked you through your orgasm, hard and fast. His fangs popped from your skin, his tongue licking up the blood. Your whole body rocked with his thrusts, pussy clenching with little aftershocks. Then he decided he wanted to change the view, so he lifted you up, his hands under your knees, his cock plugged up inside you.

“Feet on the sink, baby,” he instructed and you did so, even if you were dazed and pleasure-fucked. “Good girl. Lean back against me. Want to see you pretty pussy dripping all over my cock.”

You whimpered and leaned back, your legs spread wide, pussy fully bared to him. Planting your feet firmly— thankfully the sink was sturdy enough— you rocked against him. He gave steady upward thrusts, the angle intense, every thrust deep and toe-curling. Your tits bounced with every powerful pump and he immediately cupped them, pinching and tugging your poor nipples. His eyes remained locked on yours in the mirror, watching everything.

“Fuuuuck, look at you,” he breathed against your neck. “So fucking perfect. Mine. All mine.”

You could only nod, breathless and desperate to cum again. He was so big and powerful behind you, his cock stretching your pussy wide and coming out frothing with your juices. And you could do nothing but hold onto him, no match for his strength. The sight of him made you wild and you felt your second orgasm building, your pussy warming with pressure.

“Come for me,” he commanded, pounding into you. “I want to feel you shatter around my cock.”

That was all it took.

With a silent scream you came, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his girth, waves of pleasure assailing you. He growled and kept fucking you through your climax. Relentlessly fast and deep. Ripples of bliss traveled through your body. You could no longer use your legs to rock against him. Your knees were weak with pleasure, your pussy on fire.

Realizing that, he held you from under the knees, lifting you in the air as he moved you up and down on his rigid cock. You thrashed and whimpered when his fangs sunk into your neck, deeper this time. His cock buried to the hilt inside you, tongue suckling your blood as he flooded you with his cum. It was too much, it overflowed your cunt and dribbled down your thighs and on the tiled floor.

You could everything through the mirror. The sight was deliciously lewd.

For long moments, the only sounds were your soft whimpers and his ragged breaths. His fangs retracted and you sighed when he started kissing the bite marks on your neck. He was still holding you in the air, his cock still-hard inside you. And he didn’t seem inclined to let go of your warmth just yet. He carried you to the bed, like his little cocksleeve and pressed you down on the mattress, face down, ass up. He kissed your neck again and the marks he’d left there and resumed fucking you, slower this time.

It was a long night, filled with sex, moans and whispers of affection.

He took you in every position until you were a spent, pleasure drunk mess.

Only when you were bathed in his cum did he lull you to sleep, his possessive instincts abated.

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Mοnster smut stories be like:

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How monster boyfriends welcome Fall:

Vampire

Date night means dinner under the September moon. He rents out a rooftop; velvet tablecloth, roses, candlelight. He orders nothing. He’s already satisfied but the way his eyes keep drifting to your neck says otherwise. His smirk tells you he’s already planning in what ways he’ll leave you breathless later.😘

Werewolf

September = cozy walks with you. Wrapped up in a scarf and holding his big hand. He overpacks snacks, swearing they are for both of you… then eats half before the blanket’s even down. You stargaze, he’s trying to point out constellations but keeps mixing them up and you kiss his nose just to distract him. One thing brings to another and you’re all hot on the blanket. ❤️‍🔥

Dragon

Autumn brings out his inner nesting dragon. He drags you to Target “just for one thing” and you leave with carts full of blankets, candles, and other little trinkets. He arranges everything with precision, turning your bedroom into the coziest cave. At night, he curls around you, purring happily when you burrow closer and kiss him crazy. 😍

Merman

For the new month, he builds you an autumn garden with your favorite plants. He also adds seashells the color of falling leaves and strings pearls like fairy lights. Makes you hot chocolate and hums ancient ocean songs while you rest against his chest. In the distance, the waves crash, the night grows colder, but in his arms, you’re safe, warm and loved. 🥺

Demon

To him, September is super special. Buys you cute pumpkin pajamas and insists you wear them for matching selfies. He fills your apartment with glowing lanterns, spicy candles and cozy firelight. Then he pulls you into his lap, feeding you forkfuls of dessert between little kisses and shameless compliments that make your stomach flip in pleasure. 🩷

Gargoyle

Happy Month = rooftop nights. He carries you up to sit with him under the September stars. He settles you in his lap while his stone wings shield you from the chill. He points out stars, giving them ridiculous names just to make you laugh. Between constellations, he steals soft kisses on your lips. He insists he’s not romantic, but the way he purrs when you fall asleep against him proves otherwise. 🥰

Minotaur

Drags you to every farmer’s market in September. He towers over the stalls, debating pumpkins. He picks several for fall. Also buys you matching plaid flannels because “fall vibes.” Back home, you cook chili together, music blasting while his tail flicks in time. As you dance around the kitchen, he grabs your waist and kisses you wetly, making you forget all about cooking. 🥰

Fae

He loves the season change and hosts a fall party. Over-the-top light displays, apple cider fountains, leaves falling in perfect swirls (fae magic). He also twines magic into your hair, glowing threads that make you look like an autumn princess. All night, he clings to you, unable to stop hugging and kissing your neck between toasts. ✨

Reblog! Which bf(s) would you like to spend this September with?

[dark-moonlust]

Sending morning hugs to all my monster friends 🥰

Thanks for being by my side! I love youuuuuu

Love, Kate!

[dark-moonlust]

When Monsters Discover Coffee 🤣

We were talking on Discord the other day, imagining how different monsters would react to coffee… so here ya go.

Naga: takes one sip… blehhhh…. “What is this potion? WHY IS IT SO BITTER?? Is this poison?? You drink this willingly???” 5 minutes later, he’s slithering around the room energetically, then asks for more coffee, still acting like he doesn't like it. Vampire: who insists blood is great but… coffee?? Coffee is LIFEEE. He’s sipping a double espresso at 3am and says it’s his lifeblood. Also plans to buy Starbucks. He isn’t obsessed with world domination but COFFEE domination.

The rest of the ideas I came up with now.

Demon: to him coffee = holy water. Has a whole collection of mugs that say things like “Don’t talk to me until the apocalypse” or “Death before decaf” etc. Threatens the barista if the foam heart art isn’t symmetrical and hates it when Starbucks spells his name wrong. Dragon: Forget hoarding gold, he’s hoarding exotic beans, baby. Bags of rare roasts stacked in his cave like the most precious treasures. Oh, and no one touches his mugs. Also guards his French press like a treasure chest. Werewolf: accidentally drank a pumpkin spice latte once and now it’s his whole personality. He’s posting selfies holding his Pumpkin Spice Latte. He’s the guy who tells you which indie cafés “just get the milk froth right.” Will fight for oat milk.

FYI, if you wanna join Discord, here’s the invite. https://discord.gg/AWX6z6KyHn

[dark-moonlust]

When Monsters Discover Coffee 🤣

We were talking on Discord the other day, imagining how different monsters would react to coffee… so here ya go.

Naga: takes one sip… blehhhh…. “What is this potion? WHY IS IT SO BITTER?? Is this poison?? You drink this willingly???” 5 minutes later, he’s slithering around the room energetically, then asks for more coffee, still acting like he doesn't like it. Vampire: who insists blood is great but… coffee?? Coffee is LIFEEE. He’s sipping a double espresso at 3am and says it’s his lifeblood. Also plans to buy Starbucks. He isn’t obsessed with world domination but COFFEE domination.

The rest of the ideas I came up with now.

Demon: to him coffee = holy water. Has a whole collection of mugs that say things like “Don’t talk to me until the apocalypse” or “Death before decaf” etc. Threatens the barista if the foam heart art isn’t symmetrical and hates it when Starbucks spells his name wrong. Dragon: Forget hoarding gold, he’s hoarding exotic beans, baby. Bags of rare roasts stacked in his cave like the most precious treasures. Oh, and no one touches his mugs. Also guards his French press like a treasure chest. Werewolf: accidentally drank a pumpkin spice latte once and now it’s his whole personality. He’s posting selfies holding his Pumpkin Spice Latte. He’s the guy who tells you which indie cafés “just get the milk froth right.” Will fight for oat milk.

FYI, if you wanna join Discord, here’s the invite. https://discord.gg/AWX6z6KyHn

[dark-moonlust]

When Monsters Discover Coffee 🤣

We were talking on Discord the other day, imagining how different monsters would react to coffee… so here ya go.

Naga: takes one sip… blehhhh…. “What is this potion? WHY IS IT SO BITTER?? Is this poison?? You drink this willingly???” 5 minutes later, he’s slithering around the room energetically, then asks for more coffee, still acting like he doesn't like it. Vampire: who insists blood is great but… coffee?? Coffee is LIFEEE. He’s sipping a double espresso at 3am and says it’s his lifeblood. Also plans to buy Starbucks. He isn’t obsessed with world domination but COFFEE domination.

The rest of the ideas I came up with now.

Demon: to him coffee = holy water. Has a whole collection of mugs that say things like “Don’t talk to me until the apocalypse” or “Death before decaf” etc. Threatens the barista if the foam heart art isn’t symmetrical and hates it when Starbucks spells his name wrong. Dragon: Forget hoarding gold, he’s hoarding exotic beans, baby. Bags of rare roasts stacked in his cave like the most precious treasures. Oh, and no one touches his mugs. Also guards his French press like a treasure chest. Werewolf: accidentally drank a pumpkin spice latte once and now it’s his whole personality. He’s posting selfies holding his Pumpkin Spice Latte. He’s the guy who tells you which indie cafés “just get the milk froth right.” Will fight for oat milk.

FYI, if you wanna join Discord, here’s the invite. https://discord.gg/AWX6z6KyHn