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unparalleled homoerotic moment in fiction i fear

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Monster smut doesn’t have to be realistic. It’s monster smut for a reason. There are tentacles,dragons, nagas, gargoyles and other yummy creatures in my stories and they can fuck in both holes without issues or do other stuff with the reader because they have… magic penises. 😉And the reader doesn’t get any infections or other issues because she has… magic holes. 😜 So yes, simply enjoy the decadent sweetness. 😘

Love, Kate 🖤

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DJ selfcest wants everyone to feel themselves in the club tonight

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fighting the problematic stereotype of 'only the bad guys are weird sex perverts' by making the good-hearted protagonist an even weirder sex pervert

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You can lead a vampire to blood, but you can't make her-OH! Oh jesus, oh fuck, she's an eager little things isn't she? god damn.

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Ever since you RBed that stab wound tongue-fucking post I haven't been able to get it out of my head. Daydreaming about a situation about my skelesona, as a NM gang member, getting knife by Killer during some kind of training practise event; right in the ecto abdomen area. One way or another, probably him goading me over it and being a freak by puts his hands near it; causing a noise that's mostly pain but also noticeably with an undercurrent of arousal.

Leading to being half pinned to the floor by him; legs spread around his hip and bent over backwards, arms firmly restrained behind my back. (Still in the middle of the training room where anyone could walk in.) With him just bent over me and sticking his tongue right in there, very much teasing over and about it. Probably also using his fingers, both to spread it for his tongue and also just to actually finger it. Making it hurt but also feel so good. Mind gets to the point where the fact I keep moaning and whimpering at his treatment causes someone to walk in on us and then stops... which is a shame bc it could get more fun for sure

oh god yes

There's something so attractive about your magic, a flavor that he wanted to keep on his tongue for as long as he can. You're fresh and alive, making noises that he's going to replay in his fantasies for weeks. The way you struggle, unable to hold back exactly how you feel, makes his teeth ache with the desire to bite.

You want more. He likes being able to control exactly how much you have, laving over your faux flesh with all the tenderness of a lover. The heat of your spar has heightened to something else as you keen, not knowing if you're trying to pull away or press closer.

He decides for you, delving into the clean slice of you with an eager tongue.

It burns in a way you've never experienced—it hurts in a way you'd never expect to desire. You wriggle and writhe in his grasp, feeling a wash of something new; the sense of being wanted.

Killer doesn't release you until he's had his fill. (Perhaps going so far as to use your wound as the warm, wet hole he's used to…) Making the pain so much worse until your body gives up trying to process it. You are at Killer's mercy.

And he was far from done with you.

(He wants you and fucks you like the doll you are, and you'll be good for him, won't you? You'll crave his touch, no matter how it sears, no matter how you bleed, because at the end of the day, you are nothing but a toy for him to use.)

Sigh. I love you Sadomasochist!Killer. I hope you hurt. I hope we both hurt.

thanks for the gift 🥰

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there r two types of ppl on this site - ppl who think teacher/student rp is an extreme n reprehensible problematic fetish n ppl who dont think that fantasizing abt being murdered during sex should even b considered a fetish since "everyone gets off to it"

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Self-insert drabble with my bearsona Honey and Nightmare’s Gang. Warning for (animal) death, violence/torture, gore/butchering, force feeding/starvation/disordered eating, fucked-up pet/captive dynamics(? I don't know how to explain it, tbh. Honey is 100% sentient but is pretending not to be.) major dead dove, read with caution. (i have a morbid fascination with my vessels being destroyed) happy ending! :)

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There's a bear in the woods that surround the castle.

Nightmare says it's new. A glitch, maybe. It has done nothing but exist in his vicinty. Horror twitches at the thought of laying traps. The boss allows it.

It takes one week.

The bear is caught, roaring in pain, ready to fight for its life.

Horror has the advantage. The bear is slain, skinned, and slaughtered. Horror hasn't felt blood this fresh in months. He's always wondered what bear tastes like.

Turns out? Bad. Smells like rot and tastes like carrion. But it's so much food that Horror refuses to toss it. Nightmare is especially well fed, happy to help horror force feed his teammates and marinate in their misery.

Horror keeps the pelt. He wouldn't mind letting it get worse, donning it as a deterrent to all things living—but the boss has limits. And so it is properly cleaned and treated, and thanks to a bastard with morbid curiosity, stitched into something actually wearable.

The bones are used for decoration. Killer takes a liking to them, indulging his own curiosity and carving intricate patterns into them. The skull is given to Nightmare as an offering; one he accepts.

It runs its due course. Months have passed. Their new trophies have become recurring fixtures, and each piece of the bear gives an undeniable stat boost. Even Dust has grown accustomed to the odd tingle that his charm affords him. (a tiny vial full of the beast's blood, hanging off a chain attached to his waistband. somehow, it has yet to show signs of age.)

One day, long after the first, Horror notices something strange.

There is a bear in the woods surrounding the castle.

Another one?

Maybe Nightmare was right. It was probably a glitch.

Horror doesn't want to eat something like that again. Time has passed enough that he doesn't want to put his teammates through that torture, either, even if they deserve it a little. He neglects to mention the bear to anyone.

Nightmare knows, though. He prickles with delight at the memory and orders the bear to be captured and butchered, just as the one that came before. He wants it to be made into a rug.

Horror has no choice but to do as he's told. At least this time, Killer and Dust won't be blinded by it. They brace themselves for a another month of bear meat.

Except, this time, it tastes... pleasant. almost sweet. with the right preparation, not only is it palatable, but it could become a new favorite. the smell was no worse than any other dead creature, and the fur is softer, more luxurious than they imagined a bear to be.

Nightmare is severely disappointed. If it can't be used for torment, then toss it. All of it. The pelt, the bones, the blood. If he sees any of it past that night, they would all be sorry.

It strikes Horror the worst. Completely decent meat, a particularly prime resource with so many uses... to be tossed.

He has too much to lose, though. In his mind, it very quickly boils down to the bear or his brother—a bargaining chip that Nightmare has abused since the beginning.

Killer scoffs. The obvious answer is to spend this night processing the corpse and then sneak it all off to Horror's brother before dawn. They could blackmail the newest member of their crew to open the portal there; Cross wasn't about to risk his own place in the castle over something so stupid.

It's all gone by morning.

Time passes... but not so long, before Horror is pulled to a complete stop in front of that same view.

There's a bear in the woods that surround the castle.

Horror does not wait for his orders. He goes out to hunt, but not to kill.

The bear sees him coming. It should fight. It should run.

It doesn't do any of that.

Horror approaches with caution and notices that the bear was nearly identical to the last two, down to the details. It's uncanny.

The beast stops, coming to rest as Horror gets within arm's reach. It was exhausted, and the look in its beady black eyes was very much aware.

Horror stares at it for a while. Eventually, he holds out his hand. A part of him fully expects it to be bitten clean off—but no. The bear sniffs at his palm, and when Horror moves to cradle its snout, all it does is huff.

His bright red eyelight widens.

The bear is snuck inside, through every winding pathway, ducking from peering eyes, until finally Horror manages to store the creature in one of his rooms. (They had multiple. It was an entire castle with five occupants—other claims to territory were inevitably made over time.)

There is no feasible way that Nightmare doesn't know. And yet, the king makes no mention of it. If anything... he seems intrigued. Horror suspects that he's being given a chance to bond with the beast before being made to violently part with it. He has questions now, though—the bear was docile and seemingly willing to play along.

Horror cares for it like a dog. Feeds it, bathes it, plays with it. He tracks its stats to the best of his ability. He trains it to do basic tricks—again, uncanny. His magic was stronger now, too, so he tentatively experiments with the bear.

One of which leads to the discovery of a rather... interesting soul. It's not a monster, and it's not a human; but its soul is most definitely the brightest shade of purple you can get. It's dripping in Perseverance.

It makes Horror wonder.

He neglects to feed the bear for a week, and then two, which rolls into three. It gets more irritable but never once attacks him. He watches as the bear grows sluggish until it won't even move from where it lays. Still, its soul continues to beat.

When he places a meal in front of the bear, it doesn't even sniff at it. Horror frets. He tries to shove the bowl of berries into its maw, but the bear only blinks at him slowly. The sharp awareness of those eyes is gone. He had this trial take far too long. No matter the trait, a mortal soul could only take so much Negativity.

He isn't crying. But the head of the beast is moved to rest in his lap, and Horror tells it without any doubt that it was a very good bear. He won't fuck it up next time.

Nightmare interrupts his mourning with a hum from the shadows.

He's amused. He didn't even have to do anything; Horror found a way to hurt himself so much deeper. The last remnants of his macabre scientific curiosity at play.

The next time a bear appears in the woods, Horror can finish his experiment.

He pulls the soul out to check it and finds that same bright purple. It's the same soul, down to the details.

The bear backs away. It gives a long, low growl, looking inexplicably guilty. Apologetic. Scared.

Horror commands it to heel. The bear's wears twitch, and a responding huff is sent his way as if to ask for confirmation. Horror repeats the command. The bear, though hesitant, follows through.

That comfirms it. It's the same bear. It's been the same one, every time.

A glitch without the usual signs.

Horror takes his old pelt out of his inventory, looking at the bear as if it had answers for him. The bear sniffs at its own fur but otherwise doesn't react. Interesting.

Then again, he supposes that this was far from the first time the bear had seen its own remains. How surprising could it really be?

Horror pets it. He leads it through a shortcut this time, directly to the front door of the boss's office.

Nightmare isn't pleased to see it again, but he doesn't seem surprised, either. (Was Horror the only one just now having realizations?) The conversation they have is rather quick.

The bear isn't going anywhere soon. They can kill it, but it would just come back, anyway. It's not a reset or an overwrite, either; there was some other force keeping that bear from ceasing to exist. Why not take advantage of that?

Nightmare doesn't trust it. That's not the soul of an animal. He looks into its eyes and sees recognition shine back. There are emotions coming from it that Nightmare can manipulate.

Fine. The beast can stay. But the moment it proves being any less than useful, Nightmare would seek the destructive magic of Error to be rid of it once and for all.

He doesn't like that the bear perks up at that statement. Just what was it thinking?

Horror takes the order in stride, but the moment they return to the bear's room, a celebration is in order. Horror talks to it as he pretties it up, feeds it, and does a light round of play. It's about time for a formal introduction to the rest of the team.

The bear's tail wags. Like a dog. Even Horror can see that it's excited.

Finally. Horror doesn't know it, but the bear is more than satisfied.

This is exactly what it wanted. After all of those messy, painful trials, they finally get to reap their reward;

becoming the team's loyal pet.

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Sometimes you just need to think about fucking monsters and move on.

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i need to suck a dick so bad and all i can do is write fic about it

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STEP ONE of treating that stab wound I gave you is letting me tonguefuck it

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WARNING: suggestive!!!!

Tenna after getting annoyed from Y/N’s teasing