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[lazy4honey]

Looks Like Love

Contains: platonic relationship, gn reader x the feeling of being stared at personified, a few cute little dates, sweet and short?, SFW

With your previous roommate gone, you wanted to make a good impression on your new one and thoroughly cleaned the entire flat the night before she arrived. As a result, you fell asleep in the early morning and completely missed her arrival. By the time you woke up again, all that was left of her was the luggage in her room and a sticky note on the dining table.

—Hi, I’m your new roommate Aurelie, if you need anything just tell me under this number…

You spent a moment appreciating her bold yet elegant handwriting, then quickly added her number to your phone contacts before you forgot it again. After thinking about it, you also sent her a text telling her you’d seen the note, hoped she liked her room, told her about the house rules although she probably knew them already…

When you snapped out of it, you found that you might have overdone it.

…Hopefully, that wouldn’t diminish her opinion of you.

You scratched your head and sought to distract yourself. Washing, dressing, eating, working, relaxing, waiting for Aurelie to come back… It all passed quickly and unknowingly, until the front door softly opened and a strange feeling of being stared at awakened you from your haphazard nap on the couch.

There was a sigh, and with a click of the light switch, the warm ceiling light came on.

By the entrance stood a woman. She was tall and slender, with casually tied up reddish golden hair and brown eyes, wearing a blouse, high waisted pants, and a long trench coat with rolled up sleeves. The outfit made her look neat and fresh, almost like a detective, but what really drew your attention were her tattoos. On her barely exposed neck, sinewy arms, and the back of her hands crowded faded black tattoos of simplistically drawn yet clearly recognizable eyes, all seeming to be looking at you and instinctively making you hold your breath.

She awkwardly smiled and waved at you, “Hi."

“...Hi."

“Uhm... I’m Aurelie, your new roommate..."

“Yeah."

You stared at each other, and after a moment your tired brain finally recovered some function.

“Uh, I mean, it’s nice to meet you!” You abruptly stood up. Your blood circulation immediately kicked the bucket and the next moment you unexpectedly fell. “Oof!"

Aurelie hurried over and helped you up, “Damn, are you alright??"

“I’m fine..."

“Are you sure?"

You dismissively waved your hand, not wanting to worry her. Seeing her still frown at you, you decisively changed the topic. “Welcome to the apartment!"

“...Huh?"

“I wanted to welcome you personally, but I was too excited and then you were gone... But now you’re here! So welcome!"

Aurelie laughed and shook her head.

With this incident, the ice was broken and you felt that your future cohabitation would go very well. And indeed, it was so. You made breakfast and dinner for each other and gradually managed to get your schedules so in order that you could eat together. Then you started watching TV in the evening, eventually introducing good and bad movies to each other, and hanging out with each other during the weekends soon became a fixed habit.

What made you especially happy was how seen you felt with Aurelie. She seemed to always have an eye on you, knowing your little facial expressions without looking and never losing you out of sight within a bustling crowd. You hadn’t felt this safe with someone in a very long time.

Aurelie was also very good at finding lost items and deducing whom they belonged to, quick at recognizing patterns, and just a single look at a person told her more about them than you discovered talking to them for an entire afternoon. This reinforced your impression of her as a detective, but when you told her about it, she laughed.

“Why not?” You wondered, “With your insight and tattoos, you make the perfect private eye!"

She laughed even harder, “Oh, you’re adorable! Whenever being a teacher stops working out for me, I’ll consider being a private eye, okay?”

“You’re a teacher?"

“Yeah.” She smiled. “It allows me to share my point of view with many people."

Your eyes practically glowed with admiration. And when she started talking about her topic of expertise, you were fully unable to extricate yourself. Like a little moth caught in a web, one you yourself had willingly crawled into. But you just couldn’t help it.

One weekend, the two of you went swimming. Aurelie wore a bathing suit with a free back, revealing a big eye surrounded by smaller eyes tattooed on the vast expanse of skin. From what you could tell, a few of her moles had been incorporated into the art piece as pupils. It gave you the same feeling as birches, as if the trees were inhabited by ghosts staring at their surroundings.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” you said as you admired her tattoos, “how old were you when you got those?"

“The first one was with sixteen, on the back of my hand."

“And the school doesn’t mind you having tattoos?"

“Hm? Oh. No, they don’t mind. They’ve even praised me for it. Said it would teach them a thigh or two."

You nodded, though you didn’t understand what exactly she meant. Maybe the school Aurelie taught at was more progressive? Whatever, as long as she could do what she wanted, everything was fine.

You went into the water with her and played for a while. The water darkened her reddish golden hair to a deep copper, her cheeks lushed an enticing pink, and her slender limbs plowed through the waves as she swam, stretching gracefully. Compared to her, you felt like you were just splashing about like an overexcited puppy.

Aurelie swam around you and flicked some water at you. You flicked back, and so a little water fight started and ended just as quickly. In the warm sunshine, blinded by the glittering light dancing on the waves, you meant to see her tattooed eyes blink.

Another weekend, it rained heavily when the two of you were out and about, so you sought shelter in a museum. This time of year, it had a special exhibition dedicated to cave paintings and petrography, the oldest of which dated back to fifty thousand years ago.

Rain pitter-pattered pleasantly outside while the quiet halls were illuminated by warm lamps. You and Aurelie walked close together, shoulder to shoulder, as you admired the ancient art, stopped to read the explanations, and tugged on each other’s hands when one of your found something interesting.

After spending some time like this, you went to the museum’s restaurant. It was small, but had multiple menus, going as far as actually having a wine card. But that didn’t interest you at this time; the cake and hot cocoa were much more enticing.

You ordered for yourself, and then for Aurelie, surprising her.

Facing her caramel cupcake and black coffee, she asked, “You know what I like?"

“Of course I do?” You were a little confused. You’d spent a lot of time together and you liked her a lot, so of course you paid attention to her likes and dislikes. Just the thought of accidentally inviting her to a restaurant of a cuisine she didn’t like was nerve-racking.

You stared at each other for a moment, and then inexplicably laughed.

Aurelie looked very good when she laughed. Her reddish golden lashes formed a halo around her brown eyes, warm and beautiful, taking your breath away and making your heart throb.

If only things could always be like this.

After you finished eating, you sat by the window and watched the rain. You rested your head on her shoulder, and your gaze naturally dropped down to her hand on your knee. The eye on the back of her hand looked at you.

Later, when you went to sleep, that scene seemed to stretch endlessly. Her warmth against you, her gaze resting on you, her chest rising and falling as she breathed, you and her shielded from the world by a curtain of rain. Surrounded by the scent of caramel and coffee, tightly wrapped in her gaze, never out of sight, you slept very peacefully.

Another weekend in summer, hot but not to the extend where you wished you couldn’t just take off your clothes but your skin too, the two of you were sauntering through the old city, window shopping. The trees planted along the paved road rustled in the slight breeze, their shadow bringing some relief, and kids splashed around in the glittering water of the fountain.

Aurelie had her hair tied up in a casual bun, wearing a loose linen blouse and wide shorts, showing off the big and small eyes gracing her skin. Her tattoos drew some curious gazes, but most averted them after a glance. If they were magic circles instead of eyes, they would have reacted differently.

You strolled around the shops for a while before growing tired and buying two cups of ice cream. They were light pink and dotted with deeper pink hearts, looking quite cute.

Sitting on a bench beneath a tree, you spooned the cold cream up and into your mouth. It melted wonderfully on your tongue, making you sigh happily.

“Can I try some of yours?” Aurelie leaned over and asked.

“Sure,” you spooned some up and fed it to her.

She savored the taste, nodding, “Good craftsmanship.” And then she returned to her cup of coffee, salted caramel and vanilla topped with chocolate sauce.

Seeing you stare, she raised her brows. “Do you want to try?"

You looked at the offered spoon and inexplicably nodded.

Only a moment later did you realize that you’d basically shared an indirect kiss.

“Heavens, are you red! Did you get sunburnt??” Aurelie worriedly looked you up and down.

You shook your head, “No, I’m just hot."

She gave you a suspicious look, “If you say so..."

But you knew she’d keep an eye on you.

Your heart jumped, and if you hadn’t been so sweaty, you would’ve loved to sit closer to her.

“You know,” Aurelie started.

“Hmm?"

“I really enjoy spending time with you. I even look forward to it. When I come back from work, I wonder what you’ve cooked, and when we go out on the weekends, my best guess can’t top what we actually end up doing."

“Even if it’s just sitting here shoveling ice cream into us in mutual silence?” You wondered.

She laughed, “Yes, even if it’s just that."

You looked at each other, looked into each other’s eyes.

“Because with you, I feel seen. Like I am more than just little parts, like I am a whole. Like I am worth paying attention to. Not just a piece of the background but the center piece."

You blinked. Your eyes felt wet. But you smiled, “What a coincidence. I feel the same with you."

Sitting there under the tree, hunched and sweaty as you looked at each other and the ice cream in your cups slowly melted, mundane and ordinary, your heart felt at peace.

Aurelie tilted her head. “Do you know what this looks like?"

“Hmm?” You also curiously tilted your head.

She playfully winked at you, her smile as brilliant as the sun.

“Looks like love."

[lazy4honey]

sometimes writing feels like dragging your brain across gravel. but at least the gravel is sparkly. and covered in metaphors.

[lazy4honey]

What's on the schedule for your next fics?

Glad you ask! It’s all originals~

Coming soon!

Looks Like Love (the personification of being looked at x gender neutral reader, SFW)

Night of Revelry (not actually finished yet, but the monster is a mahoraga (like a cousin of the naga if that makes sense) !)

Oh Dark Hundred (male reader x enenra, a type of yokai consisting of smoke and darkness)

Hybrids: Fox x Wolf (female fox x female wolf reader, inspired by a certain post which will be linked)

*Looks Like Love is an exploration of a platonic relationship

**Night of Revelry has been planned for a long while already and it has a specific date it needs to be published or it won’t have the perfect effect so I’m kinda stressed but it’s fine

***Oh Dark Hundred is fantasy and the name is a little eh but Bedmates did well so it’s fine :)

****Hybrids stuff is always fun to write because many animals are just cool and the fur or skin textures are interesting

[lazy4honey]

How about a shark man with a fish woman and fem reader? Both of them have been trying to get her to notice that they love her but the reader's not too good with social cues. They bring her to a cove and decide to be more direct and sandwich her between them. Would like some mild teasing, mild smothering/suffocation, and overstimulation.

Ooh, an ocean sandwich! Okay, let’s see…

Love In Paradise

Contains: polycule, lemon shark man with two p x fem!reader x hawaiian cleaner wrasse woman (all of them have legs, kinda like that Luca movie?, not set on Hawaii tho more a fantasy approximation, also no sex in the sand because it’s coarse, rough, and gets everywhere), threesome, mild air deprivation, face sitting, overstimulation, NSFW & MDNI

After a holiday on the island, you fell in love with it. You returned for a few business trips, and finally made the decision to quit your old job and moved over.

What made you especially happy was that you quickly made friends on the island. Both were ocean dwellers, residents of a nearby reef town, though they also worked on the island. One was your landlord, a good-looking lemon shark man known as Zola, and the other liked hanging out at the same bar as you, a pretty cleaner wrasse woman with blonde hair, black scales and purple fins called Nelli.

Knowing that you had just moved to the island and were still getting used to some stuff, Zola and Nelli helped you a lot. They gave you furniture, clothes, tool tips, books, neat nicknacks, little tours of the island whenever you felt like moving... You also went out for drinks, watched the sunset, danced till sunrise, chatted the night away, and had sleepovers! Things couldn’t be better.

But where you didn’t see and didn’t hear, the two ocean dwellers weren’t in the best of moods. Both of them had been attracted to you on first sight, falling deeper as they interacted more with you. When they started courting you and realized that they were both interested in the same human, their fragile friendship built through chats at the reef town’s cleaning station quickly showed cracks. They blamed each other for their unsuccessful pursuit, until they discovered that you never picked up on flirts.

Gifts and compliments were returned in kind, physical intimacy confused you, listening to people passionately blather about their interests was a given, and generally anything nice you did that attracted others to you was a result of your upbringing, something you naturally did without much thinking.

At that time, Zola and Nelli exchanged a helpless look. Could it be that you were just being polite with them? What if they confessed their feelings and you told them that you just thought of them as friends, maybe even as brother and sister?? Or, what if you thought they were dating?! No no no, they couldn’t have that!

So to eradicate any chance of a misunderstanding, they invited you on another island tour and brought you to a secluded cove. There, bright sunlight shone onto the turquoise water lapping at the sandy beach, lush leaves rustled pleasantly in the wind, and old trees framed a picturesque stilt-house.

Zola gentlemanly held the door open for you and Nelli, and the moment you entered all you saw was hearts. Literally. The entire house was decorated with hearts. What wasn’t already heart-shaped had been arranged into the shape of hearts or at least decorated with them, making every room look like the love nest some filthy rich person had arranged for their sugar baby.

“This is...?"

Zola and Nelli exchanged a look, and then each took one of your hands as they gazed at you.

“We just wanted to tell you that we love you."

“Huh?"

Nelli stepped forward and hugged you. Being a good bit shorter than you, her face was almost buried in your bosom. She squeezed your waist, and one hand slid down to your ass, “Do you not understand what we mean?"

You were still locking eyes with her when Zola embraced you from behind and bent down to put his chin on your shoulder, his breath tickling against your skin and his erect claspers pressing into your soft flesh. “Nelli loves you and wants to have an intimate relationship with you, and I love you and want to have an intimate relationship with you, too."

You looked between them, “Intimate in what way?"

“Romantically and sexually.” Zola said, and Nelli nodded.

“So a polycule?"

“Yes."

“...Me dating both of you?"

“Yeah."

“If you want to."

After thinking about it for a moment, you smiled and nodded, “Okay."

“...Huh?"

You looked at their stupid expressions and laughed. “Dating both of you sounds great. I like both of you, I find the idea of being with both of you very interesting."

The two exchanged a look, “Are you sure?"

Nodding and smiling, you twisted a little to hug both of them. “Yeah. Though I might not be able to return your affection with the same intensity..."

“Oh, that’s fine!"

Nelli grinned from one finned ear to the other, and Zola nuzzled your neck. Their cool temperatures felt pleasant in the heat, scales and fins feeling novel against your skin.

“Hey, now that we’re already here in this... love nest, how about we do something exciting?” You suggested with a wink and playfully rubbed against your freshly minted partners.

In response, Zola’s claspers twitched and Nelli bit her lower lip. In unspoken agreement, they brought you to the bedroom, the smell of scented candles filling your nose. From there, things got chaotic.

You exchanged deep kisses with both of them. Whenever one kisses you, the other would lick and bite and grope you, all the while getting rid of your clothes piece by piece. Hands caressed your shoulders and back, breasts and waist, thighs and crotch, pinching and tugging here and there.

By the time you lay down on the bed, you were fully naked and aroused. Your nipples and clit were erect and your pussy wet, and you could barely wait to experience the combined love of the two ocean dwellers.

They hastily took off their clothes, Nelli almost tearing hers apart, and then they joined you on the bed.

Zola was tall and slender, with streamlined muscles and two long claspers whose erection resembled that of a human more closely. The gills on his ribs flared as he breathed heavily and his claspers bobbed with his movements, making you swallow.

Nelli on the other hand was short and stocky, with wide hips, strong thighs and big breasts. Apart from her head hair, her body was completely bare and smooth, dark skin adorned by shimmering black scales and light purple fins that seemed pink in the light.

You almost couldn’t believe that both of these attractive beings had fallen for you.

They lay down next to you and turned you onto your side so that you faced Nelli. Her breasts pressed against yours, nipple against nipple, and Zola’s claspers squeezed between your thighs in teasingly close proximity to your pussy. As they arranged themselves around you, they rubbed and ground and made your breathing quicken with their inadvertent touches.

Finally, Zola’s hips pressed close to your ass, erect claspers pulsing against your pussy, and your face was almost submerged in Nelli’s ample bosom. Then Zola began to thrust, his shark cocks brushing past your lips and clit. Meanwhile, Nelli hugged your head, repeatedly smothering you with her breasts. Their actions made your abdomen pulse, arousal building higher and higher until you felt close to coming.

It was then that they let up, letting you breathe for a bit before informing you of their next idea.

Flushed and lightheaded and needy, you agreed without thinking much.

Nelli shimmied down and rubbed her lips against your breasts, complimenting you for their softness, and pushed her leg between yours so you would put your thigh over her waist, while her own rested over your ass. With a little effort, she pushed closer, skin against skin, and her clit nudged yours, sending a shiver up your spine.

In this position, both your pussies were fully presented to Zola. He needed some time to align his claspers, and then he pushed in. His shark cocks sank into you and Nelli, and you meant to feel his other clasper in her belly because of how close you were.

With the first thrust, you were already clamping down on Nelli. The cock in your pussy and the clit against yours were heavenly, every rut into you bringing with it a pleasure that made your mouth hang open as you gasped.

After only five thrusts, you came. You squirted all over Zola’s clasper, your fluttering pussy bringing him over the edge and spilling his seed into you and Nelli, who ground her clit against yours and managed to extend your orgasm for a few minutes.

By the time you recovered, they had already turned you onto your back. Milky white cum dripped from Nelli’s pussy as she knelt next to your head, stroking your head, and Zola’s once more erect claspers were resting on your belly, leaking some cum. You hooked your legs around his waist and and arm around hers, pulling them, inviting them to ravish you.

Nelli smiled and gave you a deep, lingering kiss before sitting on your face. Her lips were against yours, your nose prodding at her clit as you started to lick and suck the cum from her.

By your crotch, Zola held your legs and carefully inserted his claspers. Individually, his claspers weren’t that girthy, but put together they were a lot to take in. Their length meant that they took some time to fully enter you, and then the tips grazed your cervix with each thrust and made you loudly moan into Nelli’s pussy.

Nelli trembled as the sound traveled through her. It led to her rolling her hips on your face, the motion smothering you a little every now and then. You extended your tongue and dove into her pussy, curling your tongue within and lapping at the cum still trickling out.

Zola’s thrusts also helped you with that. Each pound rocked your body, and as he grew closer to another release he even managed to make the bed shake. The stretch, the friction, the pressure, all of it brought you to your peak and exhilaration washed over you in crashing waves.

Nelli’s moans and Zola’s groans filled your ears, passionate praises for your flexible tongue and wonderful pussy and beautiful lips and soul-stirring voice amplifying your orgasm. Then Nelli squirted on your face and two shots of cum hit your cervix, throbbing genitals pressed flush against your lips immediately triggering your next orgasm and making you also squirt.

The bed was wet with cum and slick and sweat. A salty taste filled your mouth, almost like drinking ocean water, and your throat felt even drier than before. Slick overflowed from your mouth and gushed from your twitching pussy, yet they just continued fucking you.

Your clit throbbed, your belly gradually bulged, and the lack of air turned pleasure into ecstasy. It felt like the orgasms weren’t stopping anymore, turning you cock and pussy drunk in no time. And following the satiated desire came overstimulation. Hoarse moans and cries were muffled by Nelli’s pussy and struggling to move your hips only made Zola more frenzied, pounding his claspers into you like he would only stop once you’d milked him dry.

And yet you loved it.

Covered in cum inside and out, fucked raw and overstimulation fraying your body and senses, you felt like you were in paradise.

Moving to this island was definitely your best decision ever.

[lazy4honey]

Asexual Alien bf who has no idea or any interest in sex even after you tell him what it is and how to do it. Though his kind don’t even have the proper equipment to compatibly have sex with a human. What he does have is a mouth. And he makes sure to use that as often as possible.

Among all the ways of human intimacy that you introduced your Alien boyfriend to, kissing was the one he took to the most. At first, he didn’t understand it at all. Didn’t see the point in two being smashing their mouths together and that was meant to spark… pleasure? He didn’t get it.

But then you brush your lips against his ever so gently. It isn’t like you explain, like a tingly sensation that sparks through your nerves and centers in your core. No, for him it’s just… warmth. A kind he’s never known before and wants more of.

So he slowly begins moving his mouth in some rhythm you set, just gentle caresses that make his multiple hearts flutter in his body. Then you press closer, eliciting a noise of surprise from his throat. The moment you think to slow down he’s pressing right back into you, devouring your mouth with his and completely taking charge.

For someone’s who’s never kissed before two minutes ago you’re shocked by how well he’s taken to it. You desperately try and keep up but it’s like he’s trying to kiss every inch of your mouth all at once. His form of passion makes you moan and he tries to replicate the sound but it’s half-hearted. Instead he merely breathes you in and molds his body to yours, just wanting to feel you.

When his tongue hesitantly slips into your mouth you whimper and open wider for the purely curious tentacle. There he finds even more warmth and it sends his mind swimming. Not only is it warm but it tastes like you and he adores the taste of your presence.

Each brush of your tongue against his makes him burst with little bubbles of happiness, enjoying the playful caress. Meanwhile you’re a mess of arousal, trying hard to stay still as heat pools in your belly and simmers with need.

Alien bf only breaks away from your lips, and hesitantly might I add, when the need for air pricks at his lungs. A soft smile spreads across his face as he crackles with a light and happy energy.

“Well, I understand why humans are so fond of this kissing. It’s quite enjoyable,” he muses, sneaking in one last peck before walking off to go share this news with his people.

Leaving you a shell-shocked puddle of arousal, your panties soaked through, and burning with need. Oh well, at least you both enjoyed yourself. Now it’s time to go to your bunk and fuck yourself, imagining what else that tongue can do.

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[lazy4honey]

Monster Researcher who's been dreaming of studying a human specimen for decades. Do they truly exist? Are they just a fictional creation of old tales? He's an expert when it comes to monstrous beings, yet this particular creature has always evaded his investigation prowess.

Monster Researcher who cannot believe his eyes when you're finally standing before him. He'd fall to his knees and beg if he had to: won't you let him study you?

Monster Researcher who falls irremediably in love with you, yet still maintains his sense of duty. You can be assured his curiosity and eagerness to learn won't be hindered by anything; not even a good pounding. Which, now that he thinks about it, may just be a fantastic medium to analyze your mating characteristics.

[lazy4honey]

Watching TV, I just had a thought that Monster Bachelor would be a great idea, with a human as bachelor or bachelorette or whatever you’d call it. Then I realized in know literally nothing about these dating shows apart from the overly dramatic ads and that the resulting relationships famously never last long. But the idea still sounds good!

A bunch of Monster Candidates vying for your affection? Showing off their charm, carefully arranging dates, trying every trick in the book to impress you, sometimes failing so hard it’s cute and other times doing so well it sweeps you off your feet?

For example:

Vampire Candidate invites you for a classic, candle-lit dinner date on a terrace bathed in the dim light of the dusk. They hold open the door for you, pull the chair out for you, and pour red wine for you, clinking glasses and taking a sip as they gaze at you with a mysterious smile playing around their lips dyed red by the wine.

Harpy Candidate takes you to the movie theater to watch a crime film. They buy you drinks and snacks, then proceed to buy a XL bucket of popcorn for themself, munching through half of it during the ads at the beginning, then forgetting about it as they share their thoughts with you and almost spilling the popcorn in their excitement when the criminal is caught at the end.

Gargoyle Candidate thought for a long time before settling on a walk to the ruins of a cathedral. It is somber and quiet, with a slight sense of melancholy as they tell you about the cathedral’s long past history, its grandness when it stood in its full glory, and the stories that are tied to it.

Dryad Candidate had difficulty choosing among their many ideas but finally chooses to give you a class on flower arrangements. They bring you to a greenhouse filled to the brim with plants, teach you about their meanings across different cultures, and how to arrange them to make an expressive bouquet.

Painted Skin Ghost Candidate originally wanted to organize a sort of fashion show for you where they change into various skins and outfits, but the production team vetoed the idea for some reason (including a trip to the catacombs) and had them think of something else. So they settle for the next-best thing: a trip to the Art and History Museum. Just the fun facts they tell you remain on the grotesque side.

[lazy4honey]

A freaky reader who acts clueless or whom everyone believes to be is also fun.

Like imagine a reader who is fully aware that the old castle is haunted or the ancient forest has a terrifying guardian but every time someone tries to explain the horrors to them they go “yeah :)” so everyone thinks they don’t get it.

Then they walk into the situation, encounter the monster, and are so happy to meet them to the point where the monster is also confused.

And when a knight in shining armor arrives—

Save you? Ah, no need, you’re very happy with your monstrous S/O. They insist? Oh well, you haven’t had a good sword fight in a while so might as well. They’re intending to ambush your S/O? Not under your watch.

Just a freaky human whom everyone believes to be clueless protecting their beloved monster.

Ozz, what is a more fun dynamic to draw/write?

Clueless reader x Monster or reader who is downright ~freaky~ x Monster

Ily bbg

Well, I've done both and I can tell you they're equally fun and interesting to explore! I think I gravitate more towards clueless readers in general for the comedy of it, but every now and then I'll flip the roles, like in the arranged marriage. We can also ask the people:

[lazy4honey]

I *Loved* the Slime girl fic with millicent. Finding monster x male reader on here that's both well written, takes into account the *monster* part, and doesn't lead to the reader being the "taker" is like a breath of fresh air. Would you consider writing a fem Harpy x MaleReader by chance?

Every time I get a compliment for my work I feel like a cat getting high on catnip; it makes me so happy my brain crashes for a good while. A breath of fresh air — how topical, considering harpies are the storm winds personified…

Stormworthy

Contains: harpy x m!reader, fingering, hand job, p in v with condom, belly bulge because harpies are very skinny, aftercare, NSFW & MDNI

✧ Good to know: stormworthy means [fit for weathering a storm; capable of outlasting, outliving, or surviving a storm]

The orange-yellow lamp illuminated the small and cluttered office space of the detective agency, enveloping your tired face in shadows as you poured over the coffee stained file messily spread across the low table with unevenly sawed off legs. Outside the window raged the storm and filled the night with howling wind and hammering rain, leaving you isolated on an island of thoughts tangled up like a ball of yarn after it had passed through the claws of a cat.

You held your forehead and closed your eyes. Just as you were dozing off, there was a knock, muffled and heavy, as if someone was using their head to bang against the door.

It was a familiar sound. You immediately jumped up and rushed to open the door.

“Skura—! ...What happened?"

Skura, disheveled, wet, and slightly bruised, sniffled, “The target was very uncooperative."

“How so?” You inquired as you invited her in.

She carefully gathered her steel-feathered wings and did her best to tread carefully with her sharp talons, but she still left scratches and a trail of water on the creaky floorboards. Her gaunt face distorted in annoyance, “He actually hired bodyguards!"

“Yeah, looks like it..."

Being a more traditional harpy, Skura liked abducting evildoers and delivering them to the corresponding authorities. With some special arrangements, which included you regarding investigation, she was even allowed to do this legally and earned money through it. As such, getting into a scuffle with her target was common, normally leaving her a bit ruffled at most. Actually getting hurt was a rare occurrence for her.

You sighed helplessly and followed her into the bathroom. The floor there was bare cement, full of deep scratches and kinda shabby, but very clean.

As usual, Skura sat down on her little stool. Here, she could relax, letting her wings and tail feathers spread out without worrying too much. She happily let you comb and dry her fair locks, pick out loose feathers, and brush the water off her wings and tail. You also helped her out of the wet shirt and pants; if you didn’t, she’d just end up tearing them to bits.

Once she was all dry and fluffy, Skura went over to the couch and used the claws on her wings to place a blanket on her lap. She took the cup of hot water and sandwich from you and gorged herself on it like it was the best thing she’d eaten all week.

You waited for her to finish eating and took the glass back, hesitating to speak for a while.

“Skura, there is something I’d like to tell you..."

She tilted her head at you, “What is it?"

“That...” you took a deep breath, “I— It’s actually very simple."

“Oh."

“...I like you."

“I’m a harpy."

“I know."

There was a pause. It was short, but still too long for your taste.

Skura frowned, looking at you like she was stating a commonly known fact, “I’m ugly."

What a baffling thing to say. “You’re just not your type."

You stared at each other for a moment. Then her gaunt face flushed a stunning pink, her sharp eyes making it look like she was glaring at you.

“I like you, Skura.” You repeated earnestly.

“...Are you asking me to be in a relationship with you?” She croaked.

“The kind that means being involved romantically and sexually and maybe even spending the rest of our lives together? Yes. Only if you are willing, of course."

Skura hooked her wing’s claws together. “Let me think about it..."

You smiled and nodded. If she had agreed immediately, that would have been strange. It was better to think it over before giving this relationship a try. Even if you hoped that she was willing. Even if you had that tiny wishful thought that maybe, she liked you too.

In this way, a week passed before you received your answer. Skura wasn’t sure whether she liked you... that way, but it sounded novel and after talking about it with her sisters — the other harpies of her little colony — she decided to give it a try.

Initially, nothing changed. She still came over to the detective agency and let you groom her feathers, chatting with you for a while before leaving again. Then your chats started getting longer, encompassing more topics and gaining in depth. You were gradually allowed to caress her feathers and skin, and Skura also enjoyed being closer to you, saying you smelled good. Finally, one evening, she accompanied you home and gave you a kiss before she flew away.

That effectively brought an end to your overtime. It was much better to go home with Skura and have her stay for dinner, snacks, and later on for the night. As a result, your apartment became her cave, and your bed became her nest. Not that you minded. On the contrary; your significant other liking your space greatly pleased you.

One night, after an ordinary dinner, sitting on the couch cuddling, you suggested, “Let’s have sex."

Skura tilted her head at you. “Now?"

“Yeah. You up for it?"

She gathered her wings and leaned over to kiss you. “Sure."

You smiled. Hugging her waist that never seemed to put on any weight, you pulled her close and caressed her gaunt cheek, pressing kiss upon kiss along the sharp lines of her prominent bones. Even through her plush sleeveless hoodie, you could make out the outline of her ribs and spine, and her wing’s claw dug into your shoulder as she held on to you. You felt her skin heat up, and her steel feathers were soft beneath your fingertips, letting you comb through them on her wings and thighs and making her tremble.

You’d done this before. Skura could barely touch you without hurting you, so you wanted her to feel you as much as possible. Let her sit on your lap or lie down on you, let her entangle her talons with your feet and comb her claws through your hair, using their sharp tips to carefully trace your facial features.

That a fierce harpy like her was capable of such tenderness made your heart melt every time.

You kissed down her jaw and neck and fondled her small breasts, holding her tightly against yourself, feeling her skin and feathers, bones and heartbeat.

“You’re so soft...” you murmured.

Skura hummed and pressed her face into your neck, sharp teeth scraping over your skin, close to your blood vessels. Danger and sensuality tightly intertwined in a slow dance of passion, setting your bodies on fire.

You led her over to the nest and sat her down. Her soft pink hoodie and sweatpants were easily unzipped, framing her as she lay on the bed and complimenting the golden color of her feathers. Steel grey eyes gazed at you, watching you take off your shirt and straddle her waist.

“Tell me when you feel uncomfortable."

“Okay."

“...And tell me when you feel good."

Skura chuckled, the slight smile lighting up her face. “Got it."

“Good,” you took a deep breath, “then I’ll start now."

She nodded, giving herself to your loving embrace.

You couldn’t get enough of touching her, repeatedly combing your fingers through her feathers. Those on her wings were harder, though still soft when touched lightly, and those on the front of her torso and towards her crotch were fluffier, closer to downs. Stroking her fluffy belly felt particularly good, and Skura must’ve like it, too, releasing quiet, cry-like sounds that resembled high-pitched moans.

You gently cupped the space between her thighs and rubbed your thumb, slowly trailing down. When she groaned, you knew you had found your target.

“Here?"

“Mmm, yes, there..."

Your thumb circled her clit, the motion slow and steady. It made her breathe deeply, her chest visibly rising and falling, clearly revealing her ribs with every inhale. You kissed her bells and sped up your movements, index and middle finger hooking up a little and pressing her inner labia together.

You looked up at her and met her gaze, “How does that feel? Good?”

“Good... More, please...”

“Okay."

You smiled, switching fingers to hold open her labia and insert your middle finger into her pussy. Warm, wet walls hugged you tightly. She wasn’t used to the feeling, frowning and humming and shifting her hips, almost making your finger slip out.

It took some patience on both your parts to fully work your finger inside her. When it came to the second finger, you first squeezed plenty of lube onto your fingers before continuing. This, in combination with your continued kisses and thumb rubbing her clit, allowed her to relax and take you in, gradually going from used to it to enjoying it.

After who knows who long, Skura got impatient. “Is that all there is to it?” she wondered doubtfully.

You laughed, “If it was, what would you do?"

“...Tell you I enjoyed it but doing it less is also fine?"

“Oh Honey, please don’t lie about such things. If you don’t like it then you don’t like it."

“...So is there more to this?"

“Yes.” You straightened up, your hard cock obviously tenting your loose fitting pants. “Do you want to try?"

After a moment, she grinned, showing off her sharp teeth. “Sure."

So you took her claw-tipped wings, leading the sharp claws to hook into the waistband, scraping dangerously against your fragile skin, and gently pulled down. Your cock bounced, flushed and erect, ready for action.

Skura stared at it. Then she shifted her wing and reached out a claw, curling the digits to carefully touch your length with her knuckles. Her rough touch against your sensitive shaft made you tremble and groan, feeling every pulse throb from the balls to the head, resulting in the tip leaking a drop of precum.

Both of your breathing grew heavier. She made eye-contact with you, then spread her claw and cautiously grabbed your cock. Her claw barely enveloped you, yet the novel texture slowly rubbing up and down, pulling your foreskin with it, was enough to prompt you to thrust into her claw.

You uncontrollably sped up and came. Cum spurted and spilled over Skura, droplets clinging to her feathers and even reaching up to the corner of her mouth. Seeing her lick it up and narrow her eyes as she savored the taste quickly rekindled your arousal.

Fortunately, you were in no haste. You got yourself a condom and put it on, then added some more lube to Skura’s pussy before slathering your cock with it.

Skura spread her legs for you, allowing you to put a thick pillow beneath her waist and hips while you straddled her tail, careful not to press on the gorgeous feathers. Slowly circling your slicked up finger on her clit, you slid your tip between her folds and aligned your cock with her pussy.

Her entrance twitched slightly as you pressed into her, the contractions making advancing a little difficult and challenging your self restraint. But you wanted her to enjoy this.

So you took her time entering her, pausing every now and then to allow Skura to get used to the sensation before continuing. When you were finally inside her, not balls deep but not far from it either, you started rocking your hips. Plenty of lube and Skura’s own slick squelched softly with your movements, feeling like it was slowly getting hotter and making your cock even harder.

You leaned down to kiss Skura, keeping a close eye on her reactions and making sure she was comfortable. She hummed and moaned beneath you, and when your cock nudged a certain spot her claws twitched and her pussy tightened, causing you to groan.

Sweat was already running down your back as you targeted her g-spot with another angle. Gradually, your thrusts got a little harsher, teetering on the edge of losing control. Skura raised her wings and hooked your shoulders, claws digging into your skin almost painfully as she threw her head back with a passionate cry.

You finally couldn’t stop yourself anymore.

Your pace grew faster and you clamped down on her waist and hips in an attempt to go as deep as possible, even bottoming out once you were fully hilted inside her. Through her thin belly, you could clearly see the outline of your cock, especially when pressed in and your tip made her stomach bulge like you were about to pierce her skin.

Skura sought your lips amidst the frenzy. Her sharp teeth scraped your mouth and drew some blood, the tangy taste diluted by your saliva and soon disappearing.

It didn’t take long for you to come, but she was still aroused and needy, hooking her legs around your waist to prevent you from leaving. You thrust a few more times, then pulled your limp cock out, and worked to change the condom while still caring for Skura. It was all a little overwhelming, but you really wanted her to feel good, so suffering a bit felt like nothing to you.

When Skura finally came, she tightened so much you also came. Her warm walls held you tight, twitching and fluttering, and her cries were so sweet you were willing to continue like this for however many rounds she wanted.

In this way, you tossed for probably half the night. Both of you were sweaty and spent, too tired to move. After resting for a while, Skura had already started dozing off. But lying in your sweat was really uncomfortable.

You sighed and got up. The scratches on your back ached and your muscles protested as you went to the bathroom, letting the bathtub fill with warm water before gathering Skura and bringing her over. It was a bit of a hassle to groom her feathers, her skin and hair were easier, and getting splashed with water when she flailed about like a little chick was also fine.

Then after changing the sheets, drying off, and bringing her back to bed, you were ready to fall asleep.

Lying next to each other in the nest, snuggled against each other, you were very happy.

“Skura..."

“Mmm?"

“I love you."

A long while later, when you thought she was already away in dream land and you were about to follow, you heard her mumble.

“I love you, too."

[lazy4honey]

Bedmates

Contains: monster under the bed x ftm reader (with only a vault after removal of uterus, ovaries and cervix), dub-con, huge flared p, many orgasms for the reader, overstimulation, about 1k words, NSFW & MDNI

Does every bed have its own monster underneath, or is it the person sleeping on the bed to whom the monster belongs? Before tonight, you never thought you’d be asking yourself this, much less actually receive an answer.

The light of the motel’s neon sign shone into your room through the old wooden blinds, illuminating the shabby furnishings just enough for you to see their vague outlines. You lay in bed, dead tired yet wide awake, waiting to fall asleep as you stared at the long shadows, when they suddenly moved. They writhed as if struggling, fighting against something unseen clawing its way out.

And then you saw it. Shadows of varying opacity layered over each other had gained a vaguely humanoid, constantly shifting form that was hard for tired eyes to focus on. They crawled out from the shadows beneath your bed and towered over you.

The shadow creature reached out a hand. Their touch was warm against your cheek, with a resistance akin to skin, accompanied by a faint tingly feeling. There was also a special scent to them, strangely familiar and reassuring, stronger than the musty smell filling the motel room and clinging to the sheets.

You slowly blinked and rubbed against their hands.

The monster from under your bed seemed a little startled, almost flinching away from your touch but stubbornly resisting the instinct to let go.

Then they leaned down. They buried their head in the crook of your neck and slid a hand down your flat chest and stomach. The shadows slipped past your blanket and clothes as if they had no substance and came in contact with your warm crotch. Their clawed fingers brushed against your t-dick, eliciting a gasp from you. Your boy pussy twitched when they started rubbing and tugging your t-dick, the slightly too rough actions stimulating your arousal and making you want more.

It felt like a dream as the shadowy creature lay down on you. They catered to your t-dick like no one else ever had, and you couldn’t resist thrusting into their hand in your sleepy haze.

You felt your t-dick twitch, and then your boy pussy fluttered around nothing as you came. Your awareness floated away, like you were finally about to fall asleep, yet a certain sensation abruptly pulled you back into your body. Confused, you blinked, two tears of satiated lust rolling down your cheeks, and then you realized that the monster from under your bed had spread your legs and was pressing the flared tip of their huge cock against your entrance.

You had trouble focusing your mind amidst the tiredness and waves of pain and pleasure that radiated from your crotch as they forced themselves inside you. The flared tip took so long you felt your thighs grow numb from how much they trembled, but once it was in the rest of their huge cock quickly followed.

They bottomed out in one swift stroke that harshly hit your vault and immediately made you come again with a cry. Your boy pussy’s contractions caused the monster to groan and start thrusting, and you dimly realized that despite filling you the brim, they hadn’t managed to hilt their fat cock.

The bed shook and dully hit the wall as they rutted into you, giving you the feeling that they wanted to desperately cram their entire length into your comparatively pitifully small human body. They clutched at your waist and hips, licked your flat chest and sucked on your nipples. Every slam of warm, tingly shadow against your ass made you clearly feel the flared tip stretch your vault, and just a light touch to your belly let you know just how much their huge cock distended your abdomen.

Your little t-dick bounced and your breath stuttered with each thrust as your heart throbbed and white flashed before your eyes when you came for a third time.

Afterwards, you lost count of how many times you came from being fucked like a toy. The punishing pace was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before, and the size so overwhelming you didn’t even feel envious. Whenever your mind managed to focus a bit after an orgasm, you found your voice hoarse like sandpaper from crying and your boy pussy still being relentlessly fucked, so much so there was a constant switch between burning pain and exhilarating pleasure.

You had no idea whether you passed out or were just cock-drunk, but you were certain you had no idea when the monster flipped you onto your belly and took you from behind or how you ended up riding that monstrous cock.

Riding that huge cock, bouncing up and down and having your erect t-dick graze against the monster’s abdomen, you were so slick with your own fluids it squelched. You came once more, heaven knows how many times it’s already been, and just as you thought the sky beyond the wooden blinds seemed to have gotten brighter, their pace grew disjointed and chaotic. It was so bad you felt like your already mushy thoughts were fucked out of your head, and then they came.

Cum erupted from the flared tip of that big fat cock and shot into your vault, triggering another row of orgasms. If the monster had stopped moving, their enormous shaft would’ve plugged your boy pussy and forced your belly to bulge with not just their cock but also their cum, but they didn’t. They continued messily shoving their length into you and allowed the cum to gush out and splatter all over their shadowy figure and your thighs and the bed, drenching both of you in the sticky fluid.

Then you passed out.

When you woke up again, it was already noon. The sun slanted into your room through the old wooden blinds and you could see the dust motes dancing in the air. Everything seemed normal — until you sat up.

It wasn’t a problem to move or sit, in fact it felt like nothing was wrong, but your body was full of marking telling the story of a wild and passionate night. Shoulders, collarbone, chest, abdomen, thighs, all of it was covered in hickeys and large hand-shaped bruises, and your t-dick and boy pussy were swollen and fucked raw. You just didn’t feel any pain or discomfort.

Doubting your senses, you went to the bathroom, but even after washing, dressing, eating something and setting off again, the marks of that night remained. Even by the time you returned home, there were still some obvious bruises visible. That wasn’t the problem though.

The problem was that you would lay awake at night, unable to fall asleep, and when you wondered why that was, you found that you were waiting for that monster to find you and fuck you again. You spent days trying to get rid of that awful habit, even getting a huge horse cock dildo at your most desperate, but nothing helped.

It was very frustrating.

Then one night, lying in your own bed, in your own apartment, you saw the shadows move. They writhed as if struggling, fighting against something unseen clawing its way out.

And then you saw it. Shadows of varying opacity layered over each other had gained a familiar, vaguely humanoid, constantly shifting form that was hard to focus on. They crawled out from the shadows beneath your bed and towered over you, reaching out a hand to cup your cheek and snuggle close.

“Found you."

[lazy4honey]

Reminds me that I almost called Line Drawn On Water “get in the water” before remembering that idiom or what it is… Ah. References can be fun, but doing some research and making my little grey cells work is so much more interesting!

Coming soon!

3 Fics:

Bedmates (monster under the bed x ftm!reader)

Stormworthy (reader request, harpy x m!reader)

Love in Paradise (reader request, ocean sandwich of shark man x fem!reader x fem!fish woman)

*Stormworthy was great to write, the title is epic and I do love detective stuff… This will make sense once you see the fic

**Love in Paradise was hard to name, and now it’s an unintentional EPIC the musical reference, tho that song is a bob, especially the “you’re adorable” part, gods i wish there was more of that

[lazy4honey]

Coming soon!

3 Fics:

Bedmates (monster under the bed x ftm!reader)

Stormworthy (reader request, harpy x m!reader)

Love in Paradise (reader request, ocean sandwich of shark man x fem!reader x fem!fish woman)

*Stormworthy was great to write, the title is epic and I do love detective stuff… This will make sense once you see the fic

**Love in Paradise was hard to name, and now it’s an unintentional EPIC the musical reference, tho that song is a bob, especially the “you’re adorable” part, gods i wish there was more of that

[lazy4honey]

The character design in this game is AMAZING. The way you can tell what household object they’re supposed to be with little prompting??? Betty, Keyes, Rainey and Dolly are among some of my favourite characters (I would have included SO many others but that would’ve been pushing it on the amount of images….. sorry Timothy Timepiece, Gaia, Reggie, Amir, Tydus Andromache, Miranda, Cabrizzio, Bobby, Harper and so on…)

I’ve spent nearly 9 hours on the date everything demo. Y’all im not a self-shipper… HOWEVER I am so in love with Betty that I’m willing to pull self insert OC x canon bullshit.

I LOVVVEEE the humanisation of concepts!!

[lazy4honey]

Okay good!

Anyways, can I please get more of a profile on Morella? I love mystery shopkeeps

Sure! It’s just… not very detailed or coherent 😅

Let’s start with his name — Morella is a surname, and it means black nightshade in Catalan and Italian. I originally wanted to call him Morel but habit compels me to look up the meanings of names and words and I didn’t want to call him a mushroom…

Morella is a Healer, skilled in medicine, magic and alchemy. Healers wear a paper veil (soft like silk, one-way see through, looks like normal paper) to protect their identity and they don’t speak for the same reason. The healers’ guild itself is rather elusive because being too good at your job and easy to find can be dangerous in this pseudo-medieval world of magic and monsters.

As for what kind of monster Morella is… He’s a type of chimera. That explains the tentacles, markings, teeth and wings. But he can’t fly. Those wings are pure decoration, they just look nice and get in the way every so often.

If we wanna get more specific, he is around two meters tall, has pale grayish skin, takes good care of his hair and wings, and he likes fruits. Fruit tea, fruit pie, plain fruits, potions that taste like fruits… And he dislikes people using his potions without first reading the instructions, though he is not without solutions in those cases.

Oh, and the deep scratches in his shop imply that Morella once went on a rampage there. Either fought someone or a potion went wrong and made him go feral. Or both. He also has a long lifespan and has owned the shop long enough for it to go from neat and tidy✨ to can’t afford new furniture or the renovations because of poor business🥀. Not that he’s bad at his profession, the location is just crap.

[lazy4honey]

Omg Morella...

I love the fic, but if you don't mind, can I get a little more info on Morella? I gather it uses it/its pronouns.

Apologies for this, I'm just the type who needs to know the weird character before I can jerk it

Morella accepts your apology. He knows you mean no offense; wanting to know what exactly you’re working with in such a situation is valid.

Also, sometimes, the way I write is unclear and/or confusing, so it’s good that you ask about it. I guess in this case, the confusion comes from “the figure” of Morella being referred to as “it” when he first appears.

[lazy4honey]

Morella’s Wonder

Contains: clueless fem/afab reader x what-even-is-this m!shopkeeper, aphrodisiac affecting everyone, dub-con, tentacle p in v, cervix stimulation, initiative swap towards the end, NSFW & MDNI

At the end of a dark and narrow alley, hidden in the shadow of the citadel’s grand palace, stood the apothecary shop recommended to you by your fellow witch’s apprentice — Morella’s Wonder.

You gazed up at the sign board above the entrance with its crookedly arranged metal letters barely hanging on, and swallowed nervously. Then you took a deep breath, gathered the little bit of courage life had left you with, and entered.

Inside, the shop was just a little prettier than how shabby it looked from the outside. Star and moon shaped lights dangling from the ceiling dimly illuminated the cramped space decked in dark wood, immediately drawing attention to the deep scratches marring the towering medicine cabinets and creaky floorboards that made the shop look like a beast had rampaged through it. Then the scent hit you — heavy, bitter, somehow dry yet sticky at the same time, making you feel dirty.

Looking around, apart from a few old stains and herbs so lacking in moisture they crumbled with nothing but a simple touch, you only noticed the weathered pieces of paper with illegible worlds scrawled upon them labeling the countless drawers. Actually, compared to labels, they rather resembled those occult scriptures you’d caught glimpses of in your teacher’s grimoire.

Just as you were deep in thought, a chill ran up your spine. You spun around, taking a sharp breath — only to choke on the shop’s... unique scent. Suppressing your gag reflex, you regretted not just playing dead and holding still.

If the shopkeeper wanted to stare at you, then let them stare! It was their shop, anyway!

You pursed your lips and stepped before the counter. It separated you from a doorway leading to the back of the shop, resembling an open maw waiting for unknowing prey to wander in before it suddenly snapped shut.

The moment you reached the counter, a figure emerged from the dark doorway. It was a man with long hair as black as pitch, much taller than you, his body tightly covered by dusty grey robes with wide sleeves revealing unusually beautiful hands, and his face hidden behind the plain paper veil commonly worn by healers. His entire being exuded a silent gloom as he moved without a sound and, as per tradition of the healers’ guild, didn’t talk but signed for you to speak.

You felt your cheeks burn and turned your head, not daring to look at him. “I want to experience lust.”

After hearing so much about sex from your fellow apprentice, you wanted to try it yourself, but... All that fun and pleasure she talked about, you never felt it. When you asked her about it, she said that your partner probably just wasn’t doing it for you, and recommend you either go looking for a new partner, got yourself a potion to spice things up, or both (and if that didn’t help, it’s fine, just let it be). So here you were.

The shopkeeper paused for a moment, then knocked on the counter to get your attention, signed for you to follow him, and led you through the maw-like doorway to the back of the shop. There, various strangely glowing liquids, plants, mushrooms and animal parts filling perhaps thousands of bottles tightly crammed into rickety shelves lit up the windowless room with their light.

You were then given an artfully twisted glass bottle labeled... something, containing a bright pink potion. Without any hesitation whatsoever, you handed the shopkeeper five gold coins, uncorked the bottle, and directly chugged the potion. It tasted of strawberries, going smoothly down your throat and spreading a wonderful warmth throughout your body.

The shopkeeper, Morella, froze as he watched your actions. He’d never seen someone drink a potion. Wasn’t it general knowledge that they had to be applied to the corresponding area?? And yet here you were, drinking an aphrodisiac like a shot of alcohol, right in his shop…!

Meanwhile, you soon started to suffer the consequences of your not at all thought through actions.

The initially gentle warmth quickly turned into a stream of unbearable heat that kept pooling in your abdomen. It made your crotch tingle and your pussy felt terribly empty like never before, desperately needing to be filled by something. Your perception of the world shrank to only your body, almost uncomfortably aware of every twitch and each throb.

Being lifted, carried, and put down on something with a lot of give were only vague impressions at the edge of your current reality. In contrast, you clearly felt how slick leaked from your pussy and how simply the little bit of pressure of sitting down made lust course through your veins.

You twisted your legs, clenched your thighs, and rocked your hips, not knowing what to do to relieve this unprecedented longing. The desire to be filled continuously rampaged through your mind as you were gradually soaked in your own fluids, and all your thoughts melted like ice in the sun.

At this moment, a pair of hands reached for you. Their cool touch grazing your skin as they peeled you out of your clothes made you tremble and gasp, feeling like your spine was being caressed.

“Help... Please help me..."

Morella’s hands stalled.

“I beg of you... I need— aah, I need..."

You meant to hear a soft sigh, followed by a tap on your nose. It was both helpless and indulgent, stirring your already chaotic thoughts into a mess.

Then he continued. His cool fingertips brushed over your bare shoulders, chest, and waist, down your hips and thighs as he undressed you. It was tantalizing, every touch setting off sparks that shot along your nerves, leaving you whimpering and writhing at his hands as falling clothes grazed your skin.

Morella admired you unabashedly from behind his paper veil. Your entire body suffused with a fierce blush, your unfocused gaze blurred by unshed tears, your heaving chest with its perked up nipples, your glistening wet folds exposed to his sight as he gently pressed you down on the soft couch, your soft, pleading murmurs spilling from your lips at every touch, and that scent you exuded... His breathing became a little rushed. It seemed like the consequences of drinking an aphrodisiac were more severe than he thought.

He flicked his hand, a breeze twirling around his fingers and blowing through the shop to close the front door. Then he straightened up and started undressing himself, laying bare a hulking frame with three sets of wings resembling a colorful rose window shattered into six parts sprouting from his back, and flowing, dark purple markings winding across his body to cumulate in four additional arms and a large tentacle cock, a sweet and salty scent wafting from the peculiar appendage.

You blinked, a single tear finally falling and clearing up your sight to this unholy view. It made your heart pound and pussy twitch, urging you to jump at him and seek relief, yet your body was soft from the intense lust washing over you.

Morella bent over you, pale light filtering through his mesmerizing wings and dancing across you with their movement, spread your legs and aligned his tentacle cock with your dripping entrance. The thing writhed, bumps spiraling from the narrow tip to the thick hilt glistening with mucus, and it felt hot and slimy as it curled around your clit, and tugged.

You moaned and panted. Your pussy fluttered around nothing, your body seemed to still be getting hotter, and all you knew was that you desperately needed release from this sweet torture.

His tentacle cock dragged between your folds, letting you feel the full stimulation of his bumps, and sank into your dripping wet hole. Just the tip was already heavenly, and then there was the rest, stretching you further the deeper he penetrated. He watched you swallow him up in one slow, uninterrupted stroke and his chest heaved from the restrained he needed to prevent himself from railing you into a mess since the moment he entered. But it was really hard to hold back...

Morella’s wings trembled, causing the mottled light to dance, and he started to thrust.

Measured and powerful, every thrust made your breasts bounce and squeezed a moan out of you. The couch creaked beneath you, the tempo increasing with each repetition, as if he was just as desperate to fuck as you.

However, you had no time to think about anything. All you felt was his exhilarating tentacle cock pleasuring you.

His hips snapped against your ass like a tireless piston, and as he bent over you, his wings fluttered and the paper veil swayed so hard it revealed his mouth. Beyond pale lips lay lines of terrifyingly sharp teeth and a dark purple tongue with bumps, closely resembling his tentacle cock, his breath even carrying the same sweet and salty scent.

You swallowed subconsciously, and then you felt his gaze. Unseen yet burning hot wherever it touched, it slithered over your exposed skin like a tongue. Your body subconsciously tensed, eliciting a raspy moan, the first sound you’d ever heard from him.

His pace grew hurried as he chased his pleasure. The bumps on his tentacle cock dragged deliciously against your soft walls and you could barely breathe amidst the ecstasy they brought. You felt your pussy pulse, releasing waves of bliss that surged through your veins and swept across your bones. Just a bit more—

Morella came. Buried in your pussy up to his balls, a particularly big bump at the base pressed against your clit and his tentacle cock squirmed within you as cum shot out of it, triggering your orgasm.

The mesmerizing wings resembling a rose window buzzed above you, making you feel like you were being fucked like a beast in heat right in front of a church’s altar under the eyes of god.

Morella’s weight pressed down on you. Chest against chest, you felt his heavy heartbeat. His breath hit against the paper veil and pushed it aside, baring his mouth to you.

You captured his lips.

Sharp teeth skimmed over your extended tongue as you deepened the kiss. And then you felt his tongue. Hot, wet, bumpy, sweet and salty, tightly wrapping around the tender meat and following it into your mouth. You felt him at the back of your throat and in the depths of your pussy, your body overwhelmed with his presence.

The breeze created by his trembling wings brushed over your skin. He started moving again, quickly transitioning from slow to quick thrusts. Slick and cum squelched quietly, spilling out of your hole with every move and overflowing when he came again.

Morella released your tongue, lifted you up, and sat down with you on his lap. A lot of cum gushed out with his actions and splashed onto the floor, leaving a puddle by his feet. Then he adjusted your limp body on top of him, letting you lean against his broad shoulder, and his tentacle cock bottomed out. The bumpy tip just barely reached your cervix, the new, strange sensation quickly arousing you again.

He firmly held your waist and hips, almost using you like a cock sleeve. Every time he slammed you down, his cock prodded at your untouched depths and sent you reeling. You cried out every time, drool dripping from your uncontrollably open mouth and trickling down his and your chest, cold and stimulating on your hot skin.

His flexible tentacle cock curled and arched and the bumps were in every right position, pressing in the perfect places to throw you over the edge again and again. Your clit, lips, entrance, channel and even the cervix were caressed by this tongue-like appendage and doused in cum that was getting more and more transparent with every ejaculation. Liquid squelched, skin slapped, hearts pounded, and chests heaved with pants and moans, but it still wasn’t enough.

Morella pulled you up, made you kneel on the couch, and pounded into you from behind. The new angle made you gasp and soon, you couldn’t prop yourself up anymore, leaving only your reddened ass up high. He tightly held your hips, adding more redness to your asscheeks with is frenzied thrusts.

After coming this time, he wanted to take a rest, but you had finally recovered some mobility. You grabbed his long black hair and pulled him down for a kiss. He was forced to swallow your aphrodisiac-laden saliva, and his lust was almost immediately reignited.

While kissing him, you rolled over. With a loud sound he fell onto the floor, right into the puddle that had grown larger with every round. His cock once more pressed deep into your pussy, squirming almost pitifully but only triggering more desire. You rolled your hips and rode him so hard your breasts bounced, giving him a nearly hypnotic view of your nipples.

A beautiful pain shot through your chest and made you groan. Looking down, you found Morella had bitten your nipple, sharp teeth grinding dangerously against the soft thing before being replaced by his tongue.

You stroked his head, his shoulders and chest, pinched his nipples and then viciously twisted them. He released you with a loud groan and came again, his cock throbbing as if you’d squeezed him dry. His soft moans were husky and so pleasant to hear you doubled your efforts riding him. The moment you came, your pussy fluttering around his length, he was forced to come once more, his wings rustling as they shook.

Your eyes and lungs, mouth and pussy, heart and mind, were filled with him, leaving no space for anything else. By the time you were done, you had no idea how long you’d been at it. All you knew was that you were more tired than ever before, and your entire body hurt.

Still, you stubbornly clung to Morella as you fell unconscious, absolutely refusing to let go. And just before your awareness completely slipped away, you meant to hear a soft sight, a sweet and salty breath lingering on your lips.

[lazy4honey]

I liked the comment section! Seeing the monsters’ comments makes things feel more interactive. Maybe they’d also be good for foreplay?

OnlyFans Full Of Monsters Part 2

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Penetration, Knotting, Fantasy Sex Toys, Copious Amounts Of Cum Like Lube, Creampie (Sort Of)

Part 1

You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you position your camera. Your laptop is already open and just waiting for you to press the button to go live. You have a few more minutes before seven, and you try to collect yourself. 

The dildo suctioned to the floor in front of your bed is equal parts exciting and nerve-wracking. When your lovely werewolf subscriber decided you’d be fucking a knotted dildo, your excitement was through the roof. You had yet to try a knot, and the thought of taking one for the first time on camera made your pussy wet and tingly.

The first thing you did after that live was browse online for the perfect dildo. You spent quite a while browsing before finding the one. You ordered it with rush shipping and were grateful that it arrived this afternoon just in time.

Looking at how thick the knot is, you think you may have been a little more adventurous when looking at its picture online. The shaft is long but not the longest you’ve taken before, probably about seven inches. Its impressiveness is truly in its knot. It sits at the base, and you cannot wrap your hand around it to have your fingers touch. You are slightly nervous about being able to take it, but that’s overshadowed mainly by your arousal to be knotted.

You fill the three hundred milliliter syringe with the thick white lube before attaching it to the tube connected to the dildo. You set it to the side and sit yourself next to the werewolf cock. As soon as the clock turns to seven, you go live.

You give the camera a sultry smile and say, “Hello, my lovely monsters. I’m so glad you could join me tonight and be here for my first knot. Hopefully, I’ll be getting knotted regularly from now on”. You grab the bottle of lube and pour a more than generous amount over the thick dildo. You continue to stroke as you read through the comments, reading some of the more descriptive ones aloud for your audience.

Once you have it thoroughly slick and ready, you kneel over the dildo and shift your hips so the wet tip is pressed against your dripping entrance. With a smile on your face, you begin sinking down the slick cock. The shaft alone provides a good stretch, and you moan at the feeling.

You stop when the fat knot starts to push against your entrance, giving your hips a little roll and causing the dildo to shift around in your sensitive pussy. You pull back up until only the tip rests inside you before dropping yourself back down until the top of the knot. 

You continue bouncing up and down but keep yourself above the knot, not quite ready to try taking it yet. You use your hands to caress your body, pinching and pulling at your nipples as your tits bounce with your movements.

You look back to see floods of comments, doing your best to read them and respond between moans. “Fu–uck, yes! Mmhhh feel so good. I wish this was your cock stretching me open”, you say to your camera. 

You lean over slightly to grab the large syringe, using a good amount of pressure to push the thick lube through to the dildo. You can feel it as it floods your pussy, slickening your cunt even more and creating a white ring on top of the knot as you slide up and down. You only pushed about a quarter of the syringe in, but you’re already so full with the slippery white cum like lube.

You take a look at the comments and groan at their words. 

Comment Section:

AlphaWolf992: Fucking gorgeous. I wish I was there with you, little one. I’d knot you so good.

HumanLuvver69: Take the knot like a good girl. I wanna see that tight human pussy stretched open on that fat knot.

Mr.TentaclesXXX: Hmmmm, you would look so pretty with my tentacles in all your holes. 

FeralFucker111: I need you to sink down on that knot, baby. Let me see that pretty human pussy swallow up that big knot. I want to see you filled to the brim with cum, baby. Fuck I would fill you with my cum and knot your tight cunt if I was with you right now. 

DaddyOrc33: Perfect little human. Come on. I need to see you cum. Wanna see that pussy clench on that monster cock. Fuck I hope you fuck an orc cock next. Wanna see you stuffed and leaking orc cum so bad little human.

You wish you had these monsters with you right now. You can only imagine what it would be like to get fucked dumb by a real monster. Although, for right now, this werewolf dildo is doing a great fucking job. 

You pull up and off the tip, hovering above the big dildo, and you smile as you watch a torrent of thick white cum drip out of your cunt and make an even bigger mess of the dildo. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the chat going crazy.

“Alright, my loves. I think it’s time to try and work my way up to really take this knot. I think my pussy is nice and ready for it,” you say. You see the comments flood with encouragement and neediness to see you knotted. 

You give the camera a beaming smile as you thrust down on the dildo again. You sit just above the knot again when you stop and pick up the syringe again. You give another hard push until it reaches about halfway. You moan as it coats your warm cunt and slides down the dildo. 

You lift up and down again, shifting your hips just slightly so the tip nudges against your g-spot on each stroke. You whine softly as pleasure shoots through your body, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of the cock inside you. 

You widen your legs, bringing your core closer to the floor and the knot. On the next stroke down, you push further the beginning of the knot, pushing against your entrance and making your breath catch in your throat.

You lift up again and drop back down using gravity to your advantage. You get the first part of the knot in, but not quite to the largest part. You reach for the syringe again, giving a slight push to add even more lube. 

You lift slightly before dropping all your weight downwards. The knot pushes against your tight hole, and you groan at the stretch. The widest part is just outside your entrance, and instead of lifting up to try again, you push down harder and circle your hips. Moans spill from your lips as the knot slips in millimeter by millimeter.

You cry out as the thickest part slides inside you, the rest of the knot following after, and the dildo pushes even further inside you. You moan and bounce up and down in small movements, keeping the knot in your wet heat.

You grind your hips as your thighs begin to shake, ecstasy spreading through your nerves. You push on the syringe again, and more creamy white lube floods your pussy, through the knot keeps it locked inside you. 

You glance at the camera as you say, “I’m so close. I feel soooo full. Oh my- fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna c-cum!”.

You throw your head back as your pussy clenches around the cock inside you. You moan freely as you ride every wave of your high, pushing on the syringe over and over to fill yourself with the cum-like lube. Each push stuffing your fluttering pussy more than you thought possible.

With a final whimper, you stop moving your hips, taking a moment to enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm and the overwhelming fullness you feel. As you come back to your senses, you look at the screen, smiling at all the comments from your monsters.

You shift your eyes over to your camera and stroke your hand lightly over your lower abdomen, where a slight bulge is. You pull up hard and fast, whimpering as you pull the knot from your overstuffed cunt. You keep going until your pussy hovers over the tip of the cock, watching in slight amazement as the cum-like lube pours out of you and drips down to the werewolf cock. It keeps going on and on, and you moan slightly at the feeling and the puddle forming beneath you.

You give the camera one last sultry smile as you say, “Alright, my loves, that’s it for today. I’m so happy you could be with me for my first knotting. I can assure you it definitely won’t be my last. Make sure to come see me again on Tuesday. I can’t wait to see which monster cock I’ll be taking next”. You blow a kiss to the camera as you hit the button to stop the recording.

You’re already excited about your following live and finding out which monster you’ll have next week. As you look at the messy werewolf cock in front of you, you can’t help but want round two right now. Well… you’re already nice and stretched… a few more rounds of knotting can’t hurt.

Let me know if you liked it! Also did you like having the comment section with some of the comments written out?