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An oc I've been cooking up is a perpetually pregnant warlock. As a part of her pact, she can only use demon magic when pregnant with a demon, so her demon lord patron keeps knocking her up. The demon lord has total control over the pregnancy, including how long it lasts and how big the baby gets, leading to the warlock becoming stuck or overburdened mid-adventure.

Anon. Anon. Yes please!

She's completely at her patron's mercy, her body and well-being dependent on his whims. I love imagining how she waddles through her adventures, never knowing when her swollen womb will cause her trouble. If you ever want to share more about her, I'm all ears!

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You’re my main treasure trove of Monster Lover goodness, but I’m curious - are there other blogs that write stories about Monster Lovers? Any you know and would recommend?

Oh my gosh. Let me try and remember as many as I can.

@monstersandmaw @aelia-likes-monsters @roguemonsterfucker @monsterfloofs @mxnsterbabe @eruden-writes @lyonnerileyauthor @frostsinth @zarcake-writes @monsterkinkmeme @howtobangyourmonster @hufflesmonsters

Uhhhhhh did I forget anyone? Of course I did I missed so many. Please add your favorite writers here! I also may be out of date but these are the ones I could recall off the top of my head

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You’re my main treasure trove of Monster Lover goodness, but I’m curious - are there other blogs that write stories about Monster Lovers? Any you know and would recommend?

Oh my gosh. Let me try and remember as many as I can.

@monstersandmaw @aelia-likes-monsters @roguemonsterfucker @monsterfloofs @mxnsterbabe @eruden-writes @lyonnerileyauthor @frostsinth @zarcake-writes @monsterkinkmeme @howtobangyourmonster @hufflesmonsters

Uhhhhhh did I forget anyone? Of course I did I missed so many. Please add your favorite writers here! I also may be out of date but these are the ones I could recall off the top of my head

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So... Round...

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“’Incubate some xenomorphs,’ they said. ‘It’s a good resume builder,’ they said.”

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looking down at your stomach and clearly seeing something move in there, but when it presses against your stretched skin you have no earthly idea what the hell it even is

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When she’s so full, her belly’s just all baby. Misshapen, churning with fetal movements. The head is already between her hips. Dropped.

She groans, arching her back. “I’m full. I can’t grow anymore. It’s taking up everything inside of me~”

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Something super self indulgent AJFHSH

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So... Round...

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Mage's Brood

Never did you imagine your skin become so taught. Three lives crammed in your womb, stretching you to your limit. You felt massive. They weren't feeling so little anymore. A gasp followed by a needy whimper passed your lips. Your bonded's calloused hands were tenderly rubbing your belly again. Gentle kisses placed everywhere you children kicked or pushed. You whimper his name, and though your belly blocked your view, you knew he was smiling.

You felt your legs part as he slid his hips next to yours. With one hand, he continued to rub your sensitive, over ripe belly, the other gripped your hip. Both of your hands move to rest on the top of your belly as your children continue to squirm. He spoke those sweet words of love to you. The hand on your belly sliding towards your closest hand. You gripped his hand and just as lovingly replied those same words of love and devotion to him. 

But you knew what he wanted. And you wanted it as well. His prodded as your swollen lips with his thick dick. Another? You might just burst! But you were so needy. You bucked your hips and granted him permission. A deep moan followed as he entered. He was gentle but managed to hit every spot.

You whimpered and clenched down around him. How did having such a tightly packed womb turn you on so much. You wanted to stay full. More kicks, your children squirmed as you wrapped one arm around your middle. You hips buck's against your mate, urging him onward. Both of his hands went to your hips. Each thrust was more desperate than the last as he filled every inch of your tunnel. You threw your head back and arched your back in ecstasy. 

Another. Another. More. You gasped sharply as you felt him ejaculate. Both of your hands went to your belly. As you panted and waited. It didn't take long as it happened a third time. Your belly began to slowly swell under your hands. You watched in a mixture of awe and slight fear as a fourth babe joined its siblings in your womb. A soft whimper escaped your throat as you rubbed your over taxed belly. Your lover placed a gentle kiss on your flattened belly button. So full, too full even. Your belly now towered over you. Far past due, perhaps now stretching past overdue. 

Your mate looked pleased with himself. Mercifully, he pulled out and refocused his attention on you. A deep kiss was shared, both of you lovingly caressing your belly. Another month of growth and now with four passengers. And that was if you stopped you here. When you had agreed to help him re-populate the tribe of mages, you figured it would be a slow one at a time ordeal. 

A flurry of kicks, your brood was clearly fighting for space and to find comfortable positions in such a cramped space. It took several tries and some assistance from your mate before you could sit up. Your belly extended far past your lap now and was attempting to reach your knees. Reaching your arms around your quintuplet sized belly, your fingertips couldn't grace each other anymore. 

He sat behind you, and you happily rested your strained back against him. You risked asking what the biggest brood had been. Twelve he claimed as he rubbed your tummy. You were shocked you could hold four. All of them, so big and strong as well. And those sweet loving whispers he speak into your ear. It might become five before your waters break.

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I want to see you waddling around the house in nothing but your underwear, huffing and grunting as you attempt to lift and support your twin full belly, who are 6 pounds each and still growing, exceeding the average for twins. I want to hear you moan and bellyache about how large you've gotten; how you keep bumping into or knocking things over because you can't see in front of your belly; how you can't fit into any of your favorite clothes; how tight and itchy your belly feels; how you find yourself constantly snacking instead of eating full meals, because your stomach is so squished. I want you miserably, adorably pregnant~

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decided on a whim today that I'm going to make both of my ogre novellas free for a bit! mostly because I love ogres.

Tempting the Ogre's Heart

Enchanting the Ogre's Heart

I do recommend reading them in that order, as the hero of Enchanting appears at the end of Tempting.

This is Aliya and Grunagg from Tempting!

Here's Norgren and Tally from Enchanting!

There's lots of stretching and stuffing, language barrier, and a bit of some wartime themes.

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Yandere!Merman x Reader x Yandere!Prince

One day, you bring home a monstrous creature as the future groom for the much-demanded marriage. The family is in despair, and a foreign Prince vows to change your mind. Based on Antonín Dvořák's Rusalka. content: gender neutral reader, angst, love triangle

You return home with a triumphant smile, marching towards the grand room and opening the doors with fanfare. Your family has been pestering you to get married for months now, piling endless proposals on your study desk and inviting nameless royalty to meet you in hopes they'd catch your interest.

"I have found a groom," you declare with a sombre, official tone as your parents nearly tumble out of their seats, rattling the afternoon teacups. The servants, too, swarm over to witness your arrival: they'd never heard such confidence in your voice.

They all gather around, lips pursed in expectation, eyes widened towards the entrance. At last, as promised, someone appears behind you: A pallid creature with a sickly face, walking along crookedly, with clumps of dark locks framing the length of his bony, slender body.

It's...monstrous. One maid begins to fan herself in horror, while your mother returns to her cushioned chair with trembling hands. What a frightful sight! Surely this can't be a proper human; a ghastly fiend, perhaps, a ghoul haunting the forests at night, but no man to stand with you before a holy altar!

"He said he loves me, you see," you explain with flushed cheeks. "Well, he didn't explicitly say it...as I don't think he can speak at all. Yet, I can tell."

The pale beast nods fervently to your words.

Oh, yes, he does love you so very much. After all, he sold his soul and his voice just to walk the Earth with you! From the moment he caught a glimpse of you, he knew you were meant to be his. A fate seamed by the Gods themselves; he was certain of it.

There was one hurdle he was forced to overcome in order to properly face you. He is a water spirit, you see. A merman, yes, that’s how the humans often call him. He dwells at the bottom of the ocean, swimming with the frothing waves, luring the unsuspecting sailors to their early demise. It was during one of your boat travels that he laid his eyes on you. Immediately, viciously, his heart begun to throb with yearning. He needed to have you in his embrace at all costs.

Consequently, and without much stalling, he decided to leave the azure of the sea behind and crawl his way on land, searching for his betrothed. His father was enraged, but he knew better than to prod his son’s stubbornness. Before he knew it, the sallow creature was obediently standing in front of Ježibaba the Witch, signing the cursed pact that would leave him mute. Should the love fade, she warned, he’d be dragged back into the depths, fettered by the swamp mud, cursed to live as a will-o’-the-wisp, bringer of death and despair.

Child, night after night your siblings will weep for you! There’s no help for you, once a human has enticed you into their power.

With limbs foreign to him, he pitifully stumbled across the shore, where you found him in the early hours of the morning. At last, he thought, he’d be at your side.

Your family is not alone in their sorrows. Among the many suitors, there’s a certain foreign Prince who’s not quite ready to accept your decision. No, it simply cannot be. No one else in this world loves you like he does; of that he is certain. Whatever vile charlatan you’ve brought into your home is all but a mockery in the face of his feelings.

With a wrathful step, he strides towards the castle, cursing this newfound love of yours. He doesn’t play games of fate, nor does he need the wicked magic of witches and devils. His pace is confident, imposing; a far cry from the meagre slither of the monstrous merman. There’s something your wild beast will never have, something his soul is devoid of: passion. Alas, you will soon discover what it truly means to be adored by a human. Not just any human, mind you, but someone of his nobility and virtue.

The prince is welcomed by a pair of whispering servants. They bemoan the terror that has befallen their estate, the trickery that engulfed your royal heart, causing you to long after a creature of the night. What could have possessed you in that very moment, when you stumbled upon the demon?

Like clockwork, their voices are abruptly hushed by the shuffle of uncertain feet. The men turn around and immediately frown at the mysterious groom. Whatever summoned him in their presence is irrelevant. The prince shoves the terrified group aside, standing proud before the crooked figure.

“I don’t know what sorcery lies at the bottom of your deceit - convincing someone of (Y/N)’s grace to even gaze in your direction - but you’re better off returning to the hole you crawled out of.”

He briefly glances at the servants who’re holding their breaths at the exchange.

“They bear witness to my mercy! I will allow you to leave, though mistake not my kindness for naivety. (Y/N) was promised to me in marriage, and I shan’t permit anyone to interfere with my plans. This sword,” he threatens, placing a hand over the leather sheath, “this sword has slayed ogres twice as frightful.”

He pauses, searching his rival’s eyes, unable to find the fear he hoped to instil with his intimidation tactics. Very well, if death isn’t the answer to ridding himself of the plague...

“I’ll tell you what,” the prince finally continues, twisting his mouth in a pained frown, “you’re fooling yourself if you think (Y/N) feels anything but pity for you. Can you look at me, man to man, and tell me you love them with the same passion?”

There it is, that cursed word once more, ensnarling him tightly and pressing against his chest like the branding of hot iron. The merman’s hands curl in a fist, yet he is unable to speak, to shout, to cry. The creeping shadow of doubt suddenly engulfs him: is it truly the lack of voice that holds him back? Or might this man speak the truth? He is, after all, a monster that was never meant to walk on land, a spirit belonging to the waters. Could his adoration compare with that of other humans, with their warmth, with their vigorous, beating hearts?

A thread snaps. The merman’s soul is heavy, trampled by gloom and despair. Perhaps the Gods were merely laughing at his ridiculous dreams, dangling the hook of false hope before his hungry jaws, watching him writhe on the surface until the lungs collapse. The ground spins and the air is bitter, scorching his throat. As if pulled by invisible hands, his body hurries outside, across the rocky shore and into the foam of the waves; Ježibaba’s words echo against his eardrums. He sinks.

“Where’s the groom?”

You freeze in the doorframe, baffled to find one of your suitors in your room. The foreign prince welcomes you with a deep bow, gripping one of your hands with greed and pressing it against his lips.

“It has returned to its depths. I hope you understand,” he pleads, almost throwing himself at your feet. “Such a creature has no place among us.”

“What nonsense are you spewing?” the venom in your words causes the young man to tug at his chest. What must he do for you to accept him?

You nonchalantly slap his hand off you, then turn on your heels and scurry down the hall, followed by the panicked prince.

“Don’t be foolish! He’s been cursed, a damned ghoul dwelling at the bottom of the swamp, drowning humans who wander too close.”

His usual tenacity has faded, voice cracking with anguish and envy. This time it’s you who walks with unbreaking determination, reaching for the marsh. His mind races within a fog, trying to come up with a way to stop you in your tracks. He could draw his weapon, of course. Instinctually, his toned arm grips the handle, picturing the swing of the blade - a necessary evil? No, you’d never forgive such violence, and he can’t bear the thought of you despising him anymore than you do now.

It’s too late. Your expensive, polished shoes dip lightly into the mud, causing you to advance more steadily. You begin shouting without aim, scanning the area and praying for an answer.

Truth be told, he was indeed hoping you would return: the faintest of wish he dared to keep in his aching heart. The merman claws his way out of the murk, revealing his even paler figure. His beloved, his dearest! To see you in front of him like this is worth all the damnation in the world.

The prince involuntarily grabs your wrist. This is his final chance to convince you of his devotion, of his undying loyalty. He would burn the entire world down just to have you look in his direction. A vague smile crosses his face; to hear his own shameless thoughts...A noble turned into a beggar. He never expected to find himself trapped in such a miserable yearning.

The swamp is quiet, save for your laboured breaths. You’re burdened by indecisiveness. You...