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Advent calendar: Day 2. Hibernation

Bear hybrid x fem!reader || somno, oral sex

You missed your bear hybrid boyfriend so much during his hibernation (or grumpy times as you liked to call it), that you couldn’t hold yourself back from giving him a bit of a… helping hand. Or mouth. Or both. You talked it out before he fell into his stupor, and he said it was fine if you wanted to have a bit of fun without him, and with him, too. And you were more than ready to go all in for that idea. Or more like ready to get him all in.

He was sleeping peacefully in your shared bed, his furry big body relaxed against the mattress as you tiptoed into the room. He was on his back, completely naked, always insisting he needed the freedom of movement when he was asleep. And you couldn’t be more glad for it.

You crawled over his body until you were face-to-dick. You fisted him first, jerking him a couple times. He huffed, his leg twitching and making you suppress a giggle. He was so cute when he was like that. You couldn’t hold yourself much longer, leaning down to suck on his tip as you hummed. He made a whimpery sound that had you clenching your legs together. Fuck, he sounded so hot.

You licked and sucked until he was nice and wet, his dick getting harder and harder at each passing second. You couldn’t hold back the groans as he got fully erect, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat as you lowered your head. It was so nice to do this without demanding hands or expectations. It was just you and his beautiful dick inside your mouth. And it felt wonderful.

You reached down and touched yourself, gathering some of your juices in your fingers and using it to rub your clit. You moaned around him, and he twitched in his sleep.

He kept groaning softly as you played with his cock for a while longer, sucking him deep and pulling out to lick around the head. Over and over you repeated the motions that always drove him crazy. But he wasn’t the only one affected, you were drenched in desire, your fingers going faster against your pearl as you got closer.

But right before you fell over the edge you stopped, wanting to have him inside. You straddled his hips and positioned him, jerking him a couple more times just to hear him whine. So hot. You lowered yourself in one fast thrust, not caring about the edge of pain, only needing him.

You bounced on his dick rapidly, more than ready to take him and all he had. You needed to be fast, you wanted him to come before he fully woke up.

But you failed.

“Fuck,” he cursed as you bounced on his cock, your warmth embracing him as he grunted and groaned.

He was so confused at first he didn’t even say anything, only grabbing your hips and helping you fuck yourself on his cock. You groaned, anchoring yourself on his furry chest as he hit the perfect spot inside of you. You were approaching your climax fast, and you needed him to get there with you.

You accelerated your pace, your legs burning at the effort as he blinked at you slowly, a smirk stretching his features as he grabbed your hips harder. His claws made indents on the side of your ass as he bounced you faster, harder, helping you move when your legs were too tired.

You came with a shout, his satisfied smile making you come harder. He came inside of you not two thrusts later, and fell right back asleep, barely saying anything before his body surrendered to hibernation again.

You dismounted his lap and felt his cum leaking out of you, so filthy and hot… You couldn’t wait to do it again. Maybe next time you’d made him cum without waking him up.

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Monster Bestfiend Accidentally Finds Your Only Fans

Monster best friend that accidentally finds your only fans. As soon as he sees your face, he goes to get off your page, but when he sees the giant monster dildo in your hand, he pauses. His finger hovers over the play button, his mind at war with itself on whether to see more. His conscience screams at him to put the phone down and forget he saw you there, but everything else screams at him to see more.

He gives in and clicks on your page, and his cock throbs as he realizes that every video is of you playing with all different monster dildos. He starts a video and can’t help but moan as you bounce up and down on a very large dildo, clearly modeled after a werewolf cock. Your tiny cunt stretched more than he would have thought possible for a little human. 

His hand is immediately wrapped around his throbbing cock and stroking in time with your movements. He growls as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure, feeling his own release getting closer, far faster than he would like. 

As you let out a scream and gush all over the dildo, he finally cums, shooting all over his hand and the floor. He releases a small moan as he glances at his phone and sees the cum covering the screen over your naked body. 

The guilt slowly creeps in as he comes down from his high, and he vows he will never do this again. And he continues to break that vow every night as he crawls into bed, his cock cumming hard as he watches your videos, only to swear it’s the last time all over again. 

And when he sees you next, and his cock starts hardening immediately, he knows he is truly fucked. He’s just going to have to find a way to claim you for himself. At least he knows you have a thing for monsters and riding monster cock. He can’t wait to see you bouncing on his. 

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when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, “hey, there you are, love.” his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghost—simon riley, the one person who’s kept every feeling locked up.

“simon, do you… do you remember anything?” you ask, testing the waters.

he blinks, looking at you with confidence. “of course, i remember. you’re my wife.”

you freeze. his wife? this is new, and you’re not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, “maybe just… go with it for now, eh?” he’s got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you there’s no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.

so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesn’t act confused—in fact, he’s more open with you than he’s ever been. suddenly, he’s holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you “love” or “darlin’” in front of everyone. he’s even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isn’t real.

the team’s amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when he’s away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listens—focused, attentive—feels more intimate than anything you’ve shared before.

one day, you’re patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like he’s memorizing every detail. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. it’s so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget it’s all just part of his memory loss.

then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. “do you ever think about us?” he asks softly, like he’s trying to get at something just out of reach. “how we’d be if things were… different?”

you’re not sure how to answer because there’s no script for this. “sometimes,” you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, you’re almost grateful he can’t remember—because maybe, just maybe, it’s the only reason he’s letting himself be this vulnerable with you.

as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than he’s letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like he’s in on the secret. and just when you’re starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.

“i know i’m supposed to remember,” he whispers, “but i don’t want this to end. not yet.”

it’s in that moment you realize the truth. he’s been aware all along—he’s been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.

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He loves his wife!

My OC and a friends OC ♡♡♡

Uncensored over on bluesky: here!

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Hey, wanna fuck like it's going to cure our depression?

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Take your sexual frustration out on me please and thank you

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it’s too late, Hero Girl! i’ve already locked you in there and i’m flooding the room with the Makes You A Beast Gas! beg for my mercy as you lose your humanity and succumb to your baser instincts, only to-

wait

wait no

why are you jacking off. stop that. you’re not supposed to do that

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Ftm (your choice of)hybrid reader x Simon Riley

Reader thinks they look stupid because they are a hybrid and Simon decides to show them how pretty they actually are.

(i just had to make reader a bunny hybrid, sorry)

nsfw:

"what did ya' just say lovie?" simon is leaning on the door frame as you stare at yourself on the floor lenght mirror of your shared room.

"i just said i look goofy... like, look at my ears, don't you think they are... stupid" you shake your head softly making your long ears wiggle against your head. "and my tail, so annoying to cut holes in every single jean and short i buy..."

simon walks to you, standing tall behind you, his hands slidding to your waist pulling you closer to him. "that's not the way to talk about my bunny." he kisses your cheek softly. "i think i have to remind my baby how pretty he is..."

his bulky arms pick you up, draging you to the bed making you sit on his lap facing the mirror. "do ya' feel that, mhm? tell me baby, do ya' feel how ya' make me feel." you wiggle on top of his hardening cock, his hands gripping your hips and making them move around, your clothed pussy rubs against his hard jeans making your sensitive area crave for more.

"simon please..." you whine out, looking back at him with big pleading eyes. "nu-uh, look at the mirror bunny, look at yourself. i'll make sure to fuck those stupud ideas out of ya"

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Void Headcanons: Dere Types

So I had this idea while trying to sleep last night and thought it might be fun, plus a lil exercise for myself to do.

I'm mainly just going for the main 4 Dere types, and which ones they'd somewhat fit in my personal opinion.

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Kuudere

Vel'Koz is a very analytical and logical Voidborn with a very specific interest in acquiring as much knowledge as possible, with him serving the Watchers as a very close second/almost first place with this directive. Naturally any interest he shows in anyone is met with the same treatment as with all the rest, just the special case being not immediate disintegration.

When it becomes a romantic interest- while it doesn't seem much different to how he normally acts- its very apparent if you've been with him for a long enough time. Because he has taken time to know your love language(s), your personal interest, quirks, habits and the like. For him- as someone who was made for a specific purpose of learning by destroying it for his creators, this is very "dere" of him.

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Kuu-Yandere

Cho'Gath is in the same vein as Vel'Koz is in terms he's primarily focused on his goal and his goal alone- which happens to be just fucking eating. He's a sadist, as part of what makes the tiny meat-snacks taste so good is their futile efforts to stop him. He cares little for anyone, much less for his own kind out of the prospect of them taking his food instead. If you're in his way you're on the dinner platter all the same.

This shifts when he takes a romantic interest, encapsulating the "dere" part into the "yandere" instead. What better way to make sure you're safe than to keep you close to him at all times. He's good at watching where he steps, you'll understand how good the flesh of those who are afraid tastes. Only you have the privilege of sharing a meal with him.

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Tsun-Yandere

Kha'Zix is the first, and perhaps the fastest to take a special interest in anyone outside of just hunting them, after all he changes with the prey he consumes. It would come with denial, and justifying any interest as just a worthy prey to consume. A unique trait of yours to provoke undivided attention from him, to learn your routine, to isolate you where you can't escape- wouldn't that be a useful trait to adapt into himself for future hunts? It causes a weakness in them anyway- it caused him to develop one with you, and whatever weaknesses he has needs to be remedied with the DNA of that prey who made it in the first place.

When he inevitably accepts the fact this interest in you is a romantic one, and that he now desires a mate. You are his and his alone. Sometimes he'll still play the "tsun", but just to play with you. Watch you squirm to get his affections again, just to switch it up as a "yan" and make you squirm a whole other way underneath him. Its adorable and delectable to him how he gets those reactions out of you, and that he's the only. one. to.

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Yandere

Bel'Veth is a confident and powerful woman, she's aware of who and what she is, and knows what she has to do in order to achieve her goals. No matter how long it takes, no matter the amount of webs she needs to weave to achieve the desired outcome, it all falls into place exactly where she wants it to be. She has no use for those who seek to stop her, she has no use for those who choose to follow blindly the creators who made themselves obsolete. There's nothing she wouldn't do to get the world she craves out of its carcass.

This Voidborn hands down would embody the term "yandere", she's aware how fragile and how easily manipulated humans can be. If you do not accept her the first time around, she will simply make you accept her and disguise it as your choice all along. She's not worried about the what ifs, because there is no what ifs with her.

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Yan-Deredere

Rek'Sai has mostly removed herself from her original directive as to be a mother of the Xer'Sai, and she is a dedicated mother in protecting her children and her nest that is the desert. Her priorities are her children, and regardless of what she feels towards someone, if her children don't accept them neither will she. This is a double-edge sword when the children do accept someone, as now that person has no choice but to be pulled into the burrows and to be the secondary parent.

She isn't heartless though, while at first it may be more necessity to show you're her mate and a parent of the Xer'Sai. As she quickly develops romantic interest she becomes far more affectionate and loving to you than previously- to a slight suffocating degree. She wouldn't want to do anything to upset you however, and within reason will provide you space- just not freedom.

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It’d be funny to have a ghost/spirit/monster partner that you could just call whenever when you look into a mirror and chant their name 3 times in the dark ☺️

They could also leave cute messages in the mirror for you too 🩸

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Haunted house with a monsterfucker feels like a spooky romcom. content: gender neutral reader

“Oh-!” you gasp quietly, staring at the bloodied mirror.

In thick, crimson letters, the dripping warning says 'You belong to me'.

“Stop it! You’re such a romantic,” you finally conclude, twirling your hair and blushing innocently.

It was love at first haunting.

When you’d initially heard the creaks and the heavy footsteps, you assumed someone broke in. You took your bat and tiptoed down the dark hallway, heart slamming against your chest, terrified.

Then it occurred to you: the house was haunted. You breathed a sigh of relief and tilted the bat against the wall once more.

The romance started with subtle flirting. One evening you found deep scratches on your bedroom door, and giggled at the implications; someone must've been eager to get in. The entity grew bolder, cheekier. You'd often awaken from your slumber to a sudden, invisible weight dropping into your mattress, or you'd find foreign markings on your thighs and back.

While you appreciated the relentless courting, you couldn't help but want more. Thus, you decided to take matters into your own hands, standing before a mirror and chanting the name - which had been conveniently carved into your walls the night before - demanding for the creature to show itself. You don't remember much from the following sequences, just that you required a cushion to sit for weeks.

"You know, there's other ways to show it," you suggest with a grin, heading for the bed.

Without delay, the door slams loudly, and the floor begins to creak menacingly. You're abruptly pushed ahead, stumbling face-first into the pillows. Above you, the headboard becomes stained with a clawed handprint, slowly smudging itself towards you.

It seems you won't be going out tonight, after all.

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Y/N, over the phone: I'm breaking up- Ghost: I'm pregnant Y/N:..I meant the call Ghost: Right sorry I panicked

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Silent hill Nurse Konig!!!

Next is venom!!! 👀

PATREON | BLUESKY

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Husband!Simon Riley that lurks behind you constantly. in your home, at the grocery store, at a bar - he’s just looming behind you. sometimes he just stands and stares at the back of your head, absolutely smitten that you’re his and he’s yours. he’s not the best with words, but he’s great at following behind you

Husband!Simon Riley that’s silently delighted when you lean against him. he’s sturdy, a wall of a man - he’s cracking a small smile under his mask when you lean into him. he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, supporting your weight as you glance around. he tried leaning against you once, he didn’t tell you and caught you off guard, almost sending you tumbling to the floor

Husband!Simon Riley that likes when you give him mundane tasks. he’s always been good about following through on orders, yours just happen to be less life-or-death than his job. he’ll do exactly what you tell him to do, no comments or complaints. you want him to fold laundry? he’s doing it how you showed him, folding shirts and pants the way you like. you want him to change a lightbulb? he’s already walking to the closet. you want him to give you a kiss? say less, he’s stalking towards you

Husband!Simon Riley that spritzes his clothes with your perfume/cologne. just a little, he likes that he can walk around alone but it still feels like you’re with him. it doesn’t matter what scent it is - floral, fruity, smokey, musky, he’d happily drown in the scent. sometimes he sprays his balaclava with it before he leaves on a deployment, the 141 silently side eyeing each other because they can smell Ghost coming before they can see him

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Can you do Some HC for the unknown drom DBD? :)?

I definitely have some ideas for this little guy lol

The Unknown General HCs

The Unknown uses human voices that it has come into contact with and has the capacity to 'remix' their words into different combinations when needed

It isn't exactly clumsy, but does move in a way that is inherently inhuman, which leaves it looking extremely disturbing to outside observers

The question to ask when it comes to the Unknown is 'is this thing mocking humanity, or is it trying to flatter them'? I don't have an answer to this question.

Has no concept of personal space whatsoever.

The type to leave presents around that it believes a chosen victim favourite person would enjoy. May or may not be items from deceased individuals or outright dead things (even body parts, like eyes that reminded it of you-)

Never stops smiling. It can't, so don't bother asking it to even try

It's always watching you. Always. Privacy is no longer a luxury that you can afford

NSFW Under the Cut

The sloppiest fucker ever

Drools and cums so much

Wraps itself around you like a damn pretzel when its fucking you. The positions it can put both itself and you into its almost nightmare inducing (and also kind of hot-)

It doesn't really have a dick, its something that's near its navel, and its tentacle-like and practically has a mind of its own so don't even bother trying to bargain with the Unknown to take it easy on you

Will hold you down until its satisfied

Not a great cuddler, too floppy and crackly but very chatty

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could you write more fics with the unknown if possible? It's such a dry desert here even I started writing for it

Hell yes I can! I was thinking about doing a "NSFW Alphabet" thing for it sooo why not do it now? 😏

The Unknown NSFW Alphabet

A- Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

What can an eldritch being do after fucking the brains out of their chosen little creature? Poke at you? Prod? Ask you "O-kay? O-kay? You o-kay?" over and over again as it tries to figure out why you are red faced and panting with goo coming out of your body? That's what it does.

B- Body Part (what their favorite part of their own body and their partner's body is)

On its body? It's body is meaningless, a vessel, a changeable construct that is disposable. Your body, though, is something special. How can it pick a favourite part? All of you. All of you.

C- Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It cums like a firehose and doesn't stop, as though it doesn't have the urge to enjoy the sensation and instead fucks you through it until it (and you) are already cumming again. Did I mention it was thick? Because it is.

D- Dirty Secret (a secret they wish to take to the grave)

To the grave? Its grave? It will never die, but perhaps it wouldn't want you to know that it has been watching you for a while now, knowing all of your most intimate moments, when you thought you were alone. Things you wished to be buried. Forgotten. Yours and yours alone...

E- Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?)

Does watching others fuck from a distance count as experience? Because that's all the Unknown knew until it stuck its cock inside of you for the first time. It looked right, felt right, too, but you would know better.

F- Favourite Position (how do they hit it?)

Open up the Kama Sutra, baby, because its done it all to you at least once, even if it has no idea what a 'Kama Sutra' is. Standing, sitting, laying down... You on top, on bottom, it wrapped around you at impossible and disturbing angles, it's done it all and then some more to you. It wouldn't say it has a favourite position... Though pressing your face into the bed and fucking your raised hips certainly has a certain... quality to it.

G- Goofy (how serious or not are they in bed?)

The Unknown doesn't really goof. It doesn't understand humor or jokes, and its exclusively literal in the way it 'talks' to you. But... It does seem to understand what teasing is, at least in a physical, or fucking, sense, and does it often and freely if only to watching and hear you squirm.

H- Hair (how groomed are they? anything interesting to report?)

The Unknown does have some body hair! ...though it's mostly uninteresting, if you could ever dare to call it, of all things, uninteresting. It can sometimes have hair on its head, its face, arms and legs and even its back and chest, though its pretty rare and dependent on what form it decides to take.

I- Intimacy (how are they in the moment? are they romantic or distant/awkward?)

Awkward? Yes, but only by a human standard. It is all up in your face and has constant skin to skin contact with you, and its constantly blabbering to you, asking you questions and not bothering to wait for you to answer it before continuing on while not faltering in the slightest as its fucking you senseless.

J- Jack/Jill Off (do they masturbate?)

Its thought process is largely 'why do it when you can', but alternatively it does get some kind of enjoyment when it jerks off when watching you, sometimes doing so with you totally unaware or even with you knowing its there, doing... something, but unable, or unwilling, to stop it.

K- Kink (just a few ;])

Is it a breeding kink if it doesn't really have a concept of such a thing? It likes filling you up with cum to the point that its leaking out of you.

Exhibitionism, or fucking you in semi/public places, if only to take you when it wants to. (and you tighten so much when it does this)

Overstimulation. Fucking you until you can't speak, hold your body up or stop cumming, yourself. It's just something the Unknown can't get enough of...

Your mouth, or sticking things in your mouth. It's fingers, tongue, cock... It likes to watch your tongue move around and the sound of you sloppily slurping up your saliva...

L- Location (where they would or wouldn't do it)

Anytime, anywhere. It doens't want to be found out, but its tempting to risk it in certain moments, regardless if you are already undressing or have merely stepped into a semi private room where it could have some fun with you...

M- Motivation (what gets them going the most)

Just watching you breathe is enough for it, but if you were to ask it to fuck you? You wouldn't be able to walk right for days after the fact, especially if you were begging for it to cum inside of you...

N- No (something they would NEVER do/turn offs)

Sharing you in any capacity (even if it was merely you passing someone on the street, sharing a glance, godforbid sharing a word with another) is a no-go. It won't share you. It won't.

O- Oral (are they a giver, a receiver or both? are they good at it?)

Get ready to get your mind blown and your throat fucked at the same time. The Unknown didn't know how to give head before going down on you, but it doesn't really matter when its tongue is no different from its eldritch dick that also seems to have a mind of its own. Oh, and don't bother trying to stay conscious, because it will face fuck you until you pass out and it will keep going until its satisfied.

P- Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual? somewhere in between?)

It's impossible to guess what it's pace or rhythm would be at any given moment. Slow and sensual? Fast and animalistic? It always ends with you nearly blacked out and unable to feel your body from the waist, down...

Q- Quickie (what do they think of them? are they interested? how often or how long?)

"Quickie" isn't really in the Unknown's vocabulary. It doesn't really do half measures, its either a four to five hour fuck session or nothing at all, but it has began to understand the possibilities that quickies offer...

R- Risks (will they experiment?)

The Unknown's entire sexual journey has been one big experiment. What happens when the dick goes here? Or there? How far can you be pushed? How much cum can you hold in your body? Experimenting with quickies is how it learned that it can fuck you even more throughout the day, in far more interesting scenarios where you have to actually stay quiet or you would be found out. It's exciting to watch you squirm as you struggle to come down from your high and try to clean yourself up before going about your day....

S- Stamina (how long can they go?)

Forever, almost literally. It only seemed to stop whenever you become to exhausted to reciprocate, and even then it doesn't necessarily stop all the time...

T- Toys (do they have their own? will they use any on their partner?)

Why use toys when it can literally become anything it (or you) could desire? Though... using that strange vibrating thing on you that one time was pretty fun...

U- Unfair (how much of a tease are they?)

Such a fucking tease, but in a physical sense for the most part. Slowing down when you're about to cum, speeding up when you think you can't take it anymore... It almost mocks you with feigned concern when you are too hoarse to scream out with pleasure.

V- Volume (how loud are they in bed? what kind of sounds do they make?)

It doesn't really moan, or even grunt. It just... talks. A lot. Mostly parroting back things it heard other humans saying during intimate acts, or even what you have said to it, which can be... embarrassing to say the least...

W- Wild Card (a random headcanon)

The Unknown doesn't get angry, but it does get possessive and jealous and it only really has one outlet for its negative emotions...

X- X-ray (what are they packing under the sheets)

It's dick always seems to change in length and girth, definitely not a human shaft with a inhuman head. It's not even located at its groin, but rather at its navel, where there is an opening of sorts that's surrounded by bone (or even teeth). Unfortunately for you (or fortunately, no judgement), it can grow multiple at a time so you are going to be stuffed completely full with multiple monster cocks in all of your orifices.

Y-Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You cannot get it off of you. It will fuck you every second you are awake if it has its way (and it usually does) and you can't really do anything to stop it from doing so.

Z- Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The Unknown doesn't sleep, but it will gladly watch you sleep, and actually allow you to do so in (relative) peace.

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