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Imagine an Ancient Eldritch God who’s been locked away for centuries. Too powerful for the other gods to control so they threw him away into an eternal darkness instead. They couldn’t risk him being out in the world and becoming even more powerful so they did what they thought must be done.

For so long darkness and cold are all he’s ever known. The total emptiness of it gnaws at him. That is until one day when a light breaks through and he finds himself suddenly in your bedroom, trapped in a summoning circle.

By the naive awe on your face you clearly don’t know what it is you just did. No mere human would ever knowingly summon a being as powerful as him. Glancing down at the book in your hand he reads, ‘How to Summon Incubi With Your Friends: The Party Guide.’

An incubi? You think him an incubi? It is no matter. He is free and he has you to thank for it.

Luckily without much thought you close the book and the barrier around the summoning circle breaks. He must act quickly. Before the other Gods sense his presence on this mortal plane and drag him back into that unbearable darkness.

He leans in close and rushes to offer you a contract. Bind your soul to his and he will be forever devoted to you. He will assist you in whatever you need, be whoever you need him to be. You will own him, body and soul in this life and the next.

It sounds like a pretty damn good deal so you see no harm in accepting it without much consideration. Not willing to give you time to take it back he seals the contract with a kiss. But oh, it’s been so long since he’s felt this. Touch.

“Human, you are so warm,” he growls, pushing forward till you tumble onto the bed, your lips still locked in a passionate embrace.

From dusk to dawn he experiences what only can be described as the most euphoric sex of all time. For none have felt the pleasure of being inside of you like he has. With your warm walls dragging along his length, milking so many orgasms out of you both, it’s like he’s finally seeing the light. And he basks in the burning lust you ignite within him.

If he hadn’t already seared himself to your very soul till the end of time then he would’ve then. Ensuring that the sweet honey from your release remains forever on his tongue. He desired your touch more than humans require air. Both needed them to survive.

Just as he starts to think he may be able to relax, to stay hidden within your aura from the Gods, a blinding white light engulfs you both. It takes you much longer to realize something had happened, your luscious figure exposed to them all. A protective urge surges through him and he drags you into his chest, using his body to shield yours.

Your expression remains so adorably idiotic as the Gods explain to you that you must relinquish your contract with him so that he may return to the rightful place in his prison. That annoying urge tickles his nerves again and he holds you a little tighter. If only to ground himself in you.

“I’m afraid they won’t be doing that. Our contract is sealed by a force much stronger than you.”

Then he tosses the book down between them, waiting patiently as the Gods stare with a dumbfounded look on their faces. Glancing between you, him, and the book in a cycle so repetitive you get dizzy.

More so out of confusion than anything else, they eventually let you go. Somehow coming to the conclusion that as long as he was bound to your control the world would be save. When they leave the white room around them fades to reveal you’re back in your bedroom. Still so naked and ready for him.

He sighs a long breath of relief before a laugh that borderlines on maniacal bubbles up in his throat. You stare up at him with wide eyes like you’re only now realizing what you’ve gotten yourself into. When he looks down at you his eyes flash and his cock hardens against you instantly.

He’s finally free, free to be with you. The sweet human who’s given him the world. Now he wishes to give you the world in return. You whimper, squirming against him, arousal pools between your thighs and your heart races with need as you rub against his massive cock that twitches and leaks with his own need.

The fact that he’s all yours and your all his sends a thrill down his spine. He can’t believe the Gods backed off. He can stay with you now in the light, never to go back to that dark place. It makes him grow impossibly harder, his pre cum smearing along your slit and he grinds against you.

“Fear not, my dear. For you will never have to part with me. They will not take me away from you and your pretty pussy that I so crave. I now have as much time as I desire to wreck your soft fragile human husk. We should take advantage of that, don’t you think so?” He growls, laying you both back down on the bed.

Your lips part to speak just as he slams his cock back inside you and a scream comes out instead. He watches the way your body arches into him so beautifully as he starts thrusting back inside you. While your sounds of pleasure are music to his ears, grounding him in this beautiful moment.

And there’s not an inch of doubt within you that he’s going anywhere. No, you’re certain he’s going to be sticking around you for a very, very long time.

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Following on with this concept of fallen angels, namely with the one from this first post, I use he/it/they pronouns for the fallen angel on this.

Bringing the hulking figure home with you, sneaking through the streets and trying your best to comfort the sniffling fallen angel, rubbing the back of its fingers as you bring him home turning time to time to coo at it and make sure it continues to follow you. Smears of bronze tears have coated it's cheeks and dripped down its neck, a stark contrast to the pure white of its skin and hair.

The fallen has to almost crumple to get through the door of your home, looking around as it whimper and reaches to hug you again, embracing you as it drags you to the floor with it. Kneeling as it nuzzles into the top of your head again, sniffling and hiccuping as it holds you, little shivers running through it as you rub its back gently trying your best to avoid the scars on its upper back.

Ten minutes of hugging and comforting the fallen angel, and then it is letting you pull it further into your home, sitting it on the tiled floor of your bathroom as you wipe away the tears smeared across its skin. Smiling softly and trying to sooth the hulking figure, once all the tears are wiped away and the simpering noise of its crying fades you begin to notice the dirt on its clothes or well dirt on the cloth wrapped around its waist.

Coaxing the fallen to give you the cloth to clean takes a lot longer than you expected, and once you had you were greeted with the sight of its fully naked form, placing the cloth to the side as you turn back taking the fallen's hands in yours as you look over the expanse of skin exposed. Its skin is unblemished and smooth, holding the perceived masculine shape from the v-line and pecs all the way down to where they part their thighs.

A patch of off white curls cover the apex of their thighs, and just under that is the softest pale pussy you have ever seen, a stark contrast to the ghostly pale expanse of the rest of this fallen angels skin, as it watch's you watch it they part their legs more head tilted as they look up at you hands gripping yours tightly as they submit themselves to your curious gaze.

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What if you get into an accident, or get very sick, and when the Monster Physician steps into your room to treat you, the scent of your blood slams into him and makes him stumble—you're his mate.

But you're also his patient, and he needs to stay professional, so he fights against his mating instincts the entire time he's treating you. It's maddening.

His fingers shake—he can touch you only to heal, not to give you pleasure.

He tenses his arms—to prevent himself from wrapping them around you and pulling you to his chest, yearning to comfort his unwell mate.

He clenches his jaw—his instincts demanding he snarl and snap at your own family members in the room with you, to drive them away so only he can protect you while you heal, because you're his.

But you're not really his, not yet. You don't even know him.

He could bite you and make you his, right now. You couldn't stop him. You're confined to bed, weak. His tongue runs over his aching teeth.

—No. He has to act professional.

His instincts scream and every part of him aches.

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For the monster lovers out there ;) Made this for my review of the book Slewfoot by Brom

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My problem with heterosexual romance novels (which I am reading under duress due to my coworker book club but find somewhat entertaining cuz they're not something I normally wld read) is that whenever the love interest is an asshole the author also makes him all dommy dom. when what I really want is for him to be thoroughly put in his place. All of these shithead Christian grey knockoff guys in these books would be excellent brat material but nobody cares what I want. Nobody cares what I want

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We NEED more fat demons! I demand it! Fat demons would be soooo hot

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I will reveal some behind the scenes stuff......so my american literary agent was initially worried about Sir Cameron being unlikeable because he sucks. and then the british publisher, when they bought it, was like hahahahaha it's so great how he sucks, can you add an extra chapter where everyone's mean to him and hates him??? and I was like YES I CAN!

maybe growing up on british shows like Blackadder and Fawlty Towers skewed my soft developing mind. those people really do love dipshits.

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nsfw/dark. knight!gargoyle x fem!queen!reader – monster fucking, smut, unhappy marriage, cheating, death, kidnapping, possessiveness, drugging (using his magic), blood (mentioned)

the king you were forced to wed cares nothing for your marriage, so the knight!gargoyle in charge of his royal guard takes care of you instead.

some nights, he squats on the roof of the castle over the window of your private chambers. eyes sharp as to not miss any danger that could be a threat to you.

other nights, he rails you silly in the quarters of your private room. he holds you close while fucking you raw. drowning in the feeling of your skin smushed sweet against the wings he's wrapped around you.

the words that leave him would be enough to convince the ruler to sack him. he curses your spouse, degrading the man who is too foolish to recognize the belle before him. too stupid to take you the way you deserve.

the gargoyle fucks you deep, so you'll feel it the next day. so that when you look and give a faux smile to your husband, you'll feel the phantom of the knight's cock stretched all the way to your stomach, just as he is now.

"i'd die for you, do you know that? no matter what he thinks, i answer to you. not that fool with the crown. you."

he chants the words with a tone as low as the stone castle is tall. claws digging into your sides as he pounds you faster. his cock warm and spearing into you as hard as rock, his tip touching places your husband hasn't even thought about.

the next morning, you wake in the sky. wind blowing against your face, you inhale a startled breath upon seeing how far you are from the ground. a familiar voice hushes you and you finally hear it... distant but there.

bells of your home clanging at a panicking speed. the tones unique and only used for the worst of events.

fires. invasions. assassinations.

when you speak the title, your voice is slurred like something's keeping you from returning to full consciousness. it takes all your strength to peel open your eyes, and you do so with a struggling groan. through the blurred vision, you see him.

"m'lord?"

the gargoyle peeks down at you, clutching you closer. swearing to himself for the thousandth time that he will not drop you. he waits for you to say more but you don't. back asleep, limp and peaceful.

good. the remaining journey will be a long one, and he needs you still so he can focus on getting you to the caves.

flapping his wings, the two of you soar. there's drying blood on his claws but he knows you'll understand. he did it for you, after all.

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Take your bunny hybrid boyfriend out to the beach and help him tan for the summer! Bring your friends, make a day of it!

Dress him in the smallest, tight little bikini you could find and coo at him as the fluff of his tail makes the bottoms droop under it a little, the top is micro, and the triangles only cover his nipples. At the same time, the bulge of his cock is a hairs breath from popping out of the bottoms even while his soft.

Grab him by the hips and pull him along in the water with you, so what if the tide helps push the bikini out of place? He's left disheveled and exposed in the water, just drag him to the rocks and hide him behind a rather large one as you run your fingers down his chest and coo at him for how lewd he looks, and how naughty he must be to let himself be so exposed on the beach with you.

End up getting fucked behind the rocks by your bunny hybrid partner, his face twisted with frustration and spite as he proves that even dressed in a skimpy bikini, he is the one in-charge of your relationship. Listen to the waves and sound of the beach as the water hides the sound of his hips snapping into yours in the shallow water, your screams as he fucks through yours and his own orgasms get lost in the sounds of people enjoying the beach not far from you.

Make cock drunk plans to dress him up like a slut again and take him out, just see how many different places he's willing to bend you over and fuck you dumb.

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Monster Overlord rules over his lands with a mighty fist. He tears down his enemies without a second thought and if even his own people displease him they turn into an enemy he must destroy. He doesn’t fool himself on saying he fights to keep the peace, no he fights to secure his position and he isn’t shy about that fact.

So maybe that’s why his people are so shocked to find out about you, his cute plump wife, and the sweetest person they’ve ever laid their eyes on.

When they first meet you they watch with trembling and cowering forms, shocked by the fact that their terrifying ruler actually has a wife and horrified over what he must’ve done to capture such a sweet thing like you.

They all slowly melt under your gentle hand and kind eyes. You walk through the masses of the city handing out baked sweets you had personally spent all night making. Their Overlord doesn’t say a word, he just shuffles close behind you, casting petrifying scowls their way.

Gods, the people simply can’t stand it. The idea of you being trapped with such a horrible man, he would ruin you! Tear you to pieces and leave nothing but the scraps.

But then you do the more curious thing. You turn to face him and their might Overlord actually bows down to your level, allowing you to cup his face with the same grace and elegance you’ve been giving them.

“Are you feeling overstimulated? We can always go back home now if you’ve had enough exposure for today.”

Their jaws? On the floor. They can’t believe what they’re seeing. Even more so as the Monster Overlord whimpers under his breath and all but begs you to take him home now.

The two of you retreat leaving more destruction and despair than the Overlord could’ve ever managed on his own.

And sure, your husband does ruin you and tear you to pieces. Not with his claws but with his massive cock as he drives it deep inside of you every night, plowing right into your sloppy fat cunt with no mercy. Yet you’re the one begging for it, locking your limbs around him and forcing him to fuck you harder and harder.

Your screams shake his palace walls and while his servants shiver in fear, feeling such pity for you as they assume they’re shouts of terror, both you and your husband know they’re screams of ecstasy. Indeed he relishes in them and in the idea of bringing more to pour from your soft lips.

Because the two of you take care of each other, you’re a team. Above all, he fights to keep his position in order to protect you. To keep you safe from his hoard of enemies. And in return, you look out for him. Providing him a safe haven from his social anxiety and awkward demeanor in public. Guiding him toward becoming a better ruler toward your people and making you proud. He’d do anything for you, after all.

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"Ha! You think you own me."

You grab his cock, completely unfazed by his snarl and teeth glistening from drool in front of your face.

"You take my body every day because you are desperate, insane from need and lust. You growl my name when you thrust in me, when you dig your cock into my warm flesh. You fill me up with your seed every day, breeding me like a mindless animal, over and over again. You can't stop looking at me, tasting me, biting me, fucking me. You can't live without me. My cunt controls you.

"Tell me — who owns who?"

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your orc husband took you in when you had nothing and no one. he made you mutton and soup and let you sleep in the barn. you washed his clothes naked in the river, hoping he would keep feeding you, hoping he might let you stay.

he cornered you in the water, his chest heaving because he couldn’t hold it in any longer—how much he wanted you. his thick, olive-colored cock hung low, and you wondered how it would ever fit as he shoved you against the bank, his tusks holding your legs apart as he devoured you.

now you live here, his little cock pet. he comes home sweating from working the farm and lathers you up until you’re dripping, then fills you with his seed. like all orcs, this is just the beginning. he fucks you harder now that you’re slick with him, drowning his cock in your body. on top of his huge, sturdy belly, you bounce up and down, taking in as much as you can, crying that you belong to him.

how your orc husband always makes sure you’re filled with him—and with mutton, too.

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Goooodddddssss I wish I had a pussy portal

Like being in the shower and a tentacle monster decides to use the portal and now Im on my knees in the shower, a thick tentacle cock pounding my cunt while some other tentacle limbs push their way into my ass leaving me drooling and moaning as the water falls over me, completely forgotten in favor of my unseen lover

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Y'know what I hate? Merfolk in modern media.

They all suck, mermaids should have rows of sharp teeth, slimy ghouls that give huge uncanny valley vibes, just human looking enough to lure drunk idiots into the swamp for a meal

I want deep sea mermaids that are fat and have pitch black eyes, maybe bioluminescence to illuminate a jaw that unhinges like an eel

Mermaids that are beautiful vibrant colors to blend in with the coral so they can lunge out and grab unsuspecting divers admiring the coral before they tear them to shreads

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Going directly from what the average person I know in real life thinks constitutes kinky sex to what the average person I follow on Tumblr thinks constitutes kinky sex like

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I feel like we need more main characters with limb differences.