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People I'd like to know better tag

I've been summoned from the depths of inactivity by @boltonplaything

Last Song: Rule #34 by Fish in a birdcage Last Book: Ultimate X-Men (Assuming comic books count here) Last Show: X-Men Evolution Last thing I searched: "i'm going to commission you meme" Favorite Color: Deep Purple Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Spicy is best, but is best when mixed with Savory Looking Forward To: Meeting my gf irl Current Obsession: Marvel (if you couldn't tell) Tagging @lemthefurbean and @agentryanred

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Awhawha... >,<

Forgot I was into primal like that...

Anyone who has actively engaged in primal play knows the thrill of the hunt. The feeling of chasing someone through the forest, a forest that you know like the back of your hand.

Slowing down and giving your prey a false sense of security before eventually closing in from an angle they were sure you didn't come from before.

The feeling when your prey fights back. That's it pretty thing, claw me, bite me. We all revert back to our animalistic nature when the adrenaline gets pumping.

Shh shh just let me claim my prize, I caught you fair and square. Shut that pretty little mouth and let me have you.

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I have officially opened asks! It's called request a monster but you can really request anything. Monsters, kinks, fluff, etc.

Or just bark at me that's cool too >:3

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Women... Just women. Who are also Puppies.

Your puppy girlfriend always wants to be played with. Especially if that ditzy doggy in your life also happens to have a girlcock.

She wants you to touch her and tease her. To grope and grasp at her chest. Let your hands wander down her sides then in between her legs. Caressing her trembly thighs as she whimpers and whines.

When she realizes that your denying her what she wants, she growls and squirms. Even though she knows she loves the anticipation. The denial drives her up the walls in all the best ways.

Your puppygirl girlfriend knows what you want from her. So she barks. Pressing up into you, she yips and woofs to her heart's content, her tail wagging against you.

Your puppygirl girlfriend would do anything you told her to. She's such an obedient mutt.

It's me. I'm your puppygirl girlfriend

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Jeez, I vanished for a while there, huh? My bio isn't even accurate anymore! I'm a whole year older wtf

Anyway uh- more hot monster content coming your way soon hopefully!

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You were after that celebrity for so long. Each and every time you tried to get close to them, security pushed you away. You were just another lovesick fangirl. But that all changed when that guard placed his hand on your chest to push you away.

Your eyes pranced over him and his toned body and impressive, fluffy arms. Even through the security shirt, you could see how big his pecs were. A massive bear hybrid, a slight cocky grin on his face.

"Y'know I can't let you in, sweetheart."

His voice was silky smooth, making your face flush. Biting your lip, you knew it was hopeless to try more, but something new flooded your body, willing you to side-step him and push on.

His other hand landed on your shoulder as he gripped you hard, pulling you back in front of him. He stepped closer, towering over you. He was so large and imposing.

"Back off, baby. You don't want any trouble, do you?"

Your cheeks flushed again, looking up ta him defiantly, quickly looking back down to avoid his piercing gaze. It conjured unholy thoughts you weren't ready unpack just yet.

"N-no, sorry." You stammered, stumbling back in embarrassment.

You'd dream of him that night. You'd imagine all the ways you wish that had gone. Wondering what it would've felt like if he was more forceful or more touchy. What if he pushed you to the wall. That twisted little brain of yours was all messed up, and it was all his fault. Maybe the body guard was better than the body he was guarding.

You'd see him again. You'd make sure of it.

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Just the Siren's song. It's all you need. Simply a voice can take you far past the point of breaking.

You try to resist at first. Ignore the way the voice rings through your ears. Ignore the signals it sends through your body to make you shudder. Ignore the heat. The searing burning heat that rises in your body.

The voice hadn't even started speaking lewdly yet. Those thoughts were wholly your own. Of course, at the time you weren't in your right mind to recognize that. Slowly the ringing Siren in your ears caught on to how you felt.

This is when you tried fighting the most. She whispered such naughty things in your ear, but you fought. Said you'd never submit, despite knowing fully well your hand was travelling down, shuffling away those pesky clothes.

She taunted and teased you. Telling you to submit to her, to think about all the things she could do to you. It was getting to you, and as you began to work yourself, there was a point where that resistance unit in your mind simply snapped.

"Who do you belong to?" She asked, the danger in her voice that told you exactly what this would mean were you to submit fully.

Everything else was a blur after you sealed your fate with a simple, "you! I belong to you!"

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Craving that kinda three way where you're the center of attention. Laying on your back with a partner to your left and right. Locking lips with one as the other kisses in bites your neck. Their different movements as their hands travel your body. One groping your tits, the other running their fingers up your thighs. Reaching a level teasing stimulation that one partner simply can't satisfy.

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Those ghosts have me riled up again.

Just thinking about all the things they could do to tease you. Maybe you're just laying beneath your covers all comfy and cozy. Then all of a sudden the blanket is tugged away and you feel your shirt rising and your pajamas being pulled away. You can feel the spectral hands across your body and eventually you're being fingered by your invisible assailant. Fingered until you can hardly handle it. Until your pussy is all puffy desperate for release. Then, finally the ghost decides that its had it's fun. It shoves a big filling cock inside of you. It fucks you all night long while you lie there helpless. It pumps into your cunt until you're filled to the brink with its slimy ghost seed.

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If you reblog or interact with this post then you are giving me your consent to send you degrading messages, to turn you into a little cockslut, send you pictures of cock, messages about what I want my friends and I to do to your body and make you fully submit to anything and everything I ask. You’ll be a whore with no control and no brain, just a dumb bimbo for cock. ✨

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As if you'd ever encounter a vampire.

Your parents prattle on about vampires and how dangerous they are. It's all fake. Vampires aren't real. Just a lie made up by parents to scare teens away from dating.

You're an adult, you can handle yourself and make your own dating choices!

Who cares if your mother won't stop talking about his teeth. Some people just have good canines.

So what if he refuses to eat garlic bread. Some people don't like garlic.

It isn't evidence that he's a vampire, just because he avoids churches and divine imagery. Some people have religious trauma.

It doesn't matter that he won't take pictures with you. Some people just like to live in the moment.

It wasn't until the first time you slept with him that you finally stopped blocking out the blood red flags.

Hard to contest that he's a vampire with his teeth sinking deep into your neck, drawing your blood from inside.

But you didn't care. Hell, you liked it. He was deep inside of you, feeding on you intimately. This was passionate, romantic, sexual. This was carnal.

Gently licking at your wounds as he continued to slowly fuck your wet hole, he made a pleased little noise.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."

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Werewolves are always shown as these big fluffy brown or grey beasts. Giant imposing wolf men riddled with scars of their many battles.

That, however, was not even a little bit what your boyfriend was like. For all intents and purposes, he was a werewolf. Full moon makes him feral, very weak to silver, all the classic werewolf stuff. But his fur wasn't a matted brown or grey. It was fluffy. soft and had a beautiful golden color. He looked like a golden retriever but with the proportions of a werewolf.

Not to mention on full moons when were-creatures go feral and lose themselves to the inner beast, he instead just seemed to act like a happy little puppy. More than usual that is. He'd jump on you and demand attention and petting.

When your friend suggested trying to date werewolves, she told you stories about how aggressive they are. How they'll force you down and take what they want. The selling point was how dominant her own boyfriend was.

But not him. Not your werewolf boyfriend. He was submissive as could be. He'd beg you to relieve him when he grew lustful. Not once would he dare do something lewd without permission. Even to the point of pleading for you to let him lap up your juices. Of course he wanted to eat you out, but never without asking first. He knew you wanted it, but he'd never take.

He was just your little puppy. Your cute fluffy little golden retriever werewolf.

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"Who's a good girl?"

You mutter into her ear, your tongue slipping out to lick at her floppy cow ear. She whimpers back a barely intelligible response whilst you nibble on her ear gently.

See, she wasn't just flustered by your words. Though deep down you could make her shiver and whimper with simply using the right language in the proper tone.

Your hand was wrapped around her throbbing tdick. You stroked her length at an agonizingly slow pace.

A little whiny moo escaped her lips as you showed no signs of speeding back up.

"Does the little bovine want Mommy to speed up?"

You called her little despite being the same exact size. You know she loved it. But her whimper-moo didn't satisfy you.

"C'mon heifer, use your words."

"Y-yes! Please, I need it!"

You granted her the wish she desired so badly. She was unable to contain herself as you wrapped a hand around her throat tightly, speeding the pace of your hand drastically. A choked moan echoed out from your little 'bestie'

"Such a good little girl for me."

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It's platonic. That's what friendships are, of course. Your best friend is a lovely little tgirl cow hybrid.

It's platonic when she compliments you and it lights up the entire day. The way that her words have such an effect on you that no other can manage. It's not flirting, just silly friend stuff.

It's platonic, the way you can't stop thinking of her beautiful body. After all, appreciating your friend's beauty is totally normal. Her cute cow ears, the dancing patterns of her black spots on her white fur. The adorable horns atop her head that make you imagine gripping them in your hands.

It's platonic, even when you two talk openly about how you'd ravish one another. All best friends do that. Completely normal chats about how horny the two of you are in the dead of night.

It's platonic, especially when you can't help but slip your hand between your legs as your head fills with thoughts all reserved for her. It's not weird to imagine what her tdick looks like. It isn't strange to think about what she could do to you with that bovine behemoth while you bring yourself to an orgasm.

It's platonic, you reassure yourself as you drift off to sleep to the thought of her cradling you in her fluffy cow arms, nestled into her soft supple chest.

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Thinking about your take on (any) monster eating an aphrodisiac candy on accident or like an accidental aphrodisiac pollen ingestion (from like just sniffing around scavenging/hunting) - if that makes sense? Just imagine them losing a bit of control, being so needy, and only wanting “it” to go away yet it feels too good to not be inside the reader… yea I’m totally normal about this.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with this and take your the time, make sure you are well rested and taking care of yourself! 💙

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your kind words, I'm trying to be kinder to myself and it's always nice to have a reminder. That said, I hope you like his little story I came up with. I went overboard with this. I don’t know where this came from but dang if it wasn’t fun. Hope you enjoy! <3

Wrong candy, right hole

Werewolf x fem!witch || dub-con, accidental drug ingestion, size kink, oral sex, knotting, breeding, squirting, lowkey somnophilia || tw: there’s mentions of anxiety and a panic attack

“I’m so fucking hungry, are you done?” He pushed his face against the side of your head, almost bent in half to do so, looking over your shoulder. When he pressed against your space so closely, you felt so tiny. Fucking werewolves being as big as a refrigerator.

“Wait a lil bit, dude. I need to finish this so I can send it today.” You told him, pushing his snot away from you. You were trying to pack the last products of the day before going for dinner. You told him that at least three times already, but he was so damn impatient. You kinda loved him for it, he was always so eager for everything you did together, it was charming in a way.

“But I’m hungry…” He whined, making you bite your lip to hide a smile. Your best friend was so cute when he was acting all puppy like. You though werewolves would be more dominant or something, but he was just a big furry himbo. And you had a bit of a crush on him, but you weren’t going to sexualize him that way. You knew part of the reason you had a crush was because of how big and imposing he was, how furry his body was… You had a bit of a monster kink, and well, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you didn’t say anything about it.

You pointed at the counter and told him: “Eat some candy, they are over the counter.” He let out a happy sound as he marched to get them. You turned around in time to see him eating some of your last shipping products. Oh fuck.

“Uh, oh,” you mustered. This was bad, really bad.

“What?” He asked, opening his mouth wide, candy crumbs falling off. Gross.

You look at him with what you hoped was a sorry face. “You shouldn’t have taken that.” He didn’t eat the candies you were pointing to, he ate the ones your client specially asked for.

His face fell instantly, the worry in your tone not as hidden as you thought. “What? Why not?” You could see the gears in his brain turning, thinking about all the bad possibilities.

“It’s not candy,” you mustered, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but calculating how much time you had before it started to make an effect on him. Fuck, you didn’t know if it was going to be enough, it should be fast. Fuck.

“What?! You said I could take one.” He yelled at you, his voice growly and sexy, you tried not to think about that last part. Your lady parts would have to wait.

“The other ones, damn it. Now I have to make a new batch.” You tried not to sound annoyed about it, but those took so much effort to make… Damn it.

He looked at you like you were dumb and asked: “What were those, then?”

“Aphrodisiac candies,” you confessed slowly. The clock was ticking and you didn’t know how he would react, you normally provided them for other species, never for wolves.

“What?! WHY DID YOU HAVE THEM THERE?” He asked, starting to panic. You tried to calm him down by touching his chest, making him match your breathing. He complied, but with great effort. The clock was still ticking.

“It was an order. I was gonna pack them! But you ate them.” You kept breathing slowly, his big furry paw now on your chest, trying to breathe together. You learned about that when he had a panic attack the second time you two meet, and it had been helpful so many other times.

“What do I do? Give me the antidote,” he asked. You looked up at him with what you hoped was a reassuring smile.

“I- There’s none.” You tried to stop him from getting away, but he pushed you lightly and stepped back, his paws going through his head, frustration and anxiety very present on his features.

“What?!” He exclaimed. “I need to go. I need to get home, get my fleshlight. I don’t know. What do I do?” He sounded more panicked by the minute. You felt very sorry for him and even worse because it was technically your fault.

And then a light bulb turned on your head. “Or I could… I could help you,” you told him, looking to the ground, suddenly shy. You just offered your best friend to have sex with him to ride out the aphrodisiac he accidentally ate. Your brain wasn’t in the best place, but you couldn’t avoid the wetness between your thighs thinking about fucking him.

He turned to face you completely, his eyes so big it looked comical. “What?”

“Just… Just if you want to,” you muttered. Each second that passed it seemed like a bad idea. He was your best friend, he didn’t see you like that.

And then he deadpanned: “Are you saying you want me to knot you?” You blushed from your toes to your hair, hearing him talk about knotting made your pussy twitch and juices flow, you could feel the wetness on your panties growing uncomfortable.

“Dude when you say it like that.” You looked at him intently expecting him to say something else, but when he didn’t, you answered truthfully: “Yes, okay. Yes! I want you to knot me.”

“Am I taking advantage of you if we do this?” He asked, his tone worried. That made you confirm your choices. Of course you would do that for him, he was your best friend and the best werewolf you knew. He was better than any man, human, warlock or any other species you knew. He was just… him.

“No, I want this. I… I might have a bit of a monster kink…” You blushed again, and he smiled at you smugly. “Am I taking advantage of you?” You asked, matching his worried tone.

“No. I… I’ve had a crush on you since forever.” You looked at him perplexed, completely shook, what the fuck? “Your fucking candy also has some truth serum or what?” He asked and you remembered that yes, it did, fuck.

“Maybe… It’s to make the communication between partners better,” you explained. It sounded bad to your own ears, like a silly excuse for what was just happening, but you didn’t care. He had a crush on you. On you!

“Good lord, I’m never eating anything you give me ever again.” You chuckled at that, and he followed. But it was short lived. His laugh broke with a whine: “Fuck, it hurts.” He was palming his cock through the fabric of his pants and you could feel saliva pooling at your mouth. Dang you wanted to suck him off badly.

“Shit. Yeah, it should be starting to make effect.” He looked back at you with full on puppy eyes, making your heart constrict and your pussy get wetter. You pushed him backwards, and he let you guide him to the back room. You had a mattress there for when your long potions had to be made, so you could take a nap. You thanked the Goddess and pushed him on it. “Does this work?” You asked, sitting on his lap, you could see the outline of his dick and you wanted to explore every inch of him. He nodded eagerly, his paws grabbing your hips to grind your covered pussy against his dick. He whined and let out a long groan, a wet patch forming in his pants. “Did you just come?” The smile on your face was so big it hurt your cheeks.

He looked at you embarrassed. “Yes, fuck. What did you give me?” His hands kept moving your hips to grind against his dick and you were starting to lose your mind. The friction was so good you were close yourself.

You groaned and told him: “You ate it yourself. It’s… It’s supposed to make your sex experiences extremely pleasurable. And maybe… Maybe improve your stamina?” It wasn’t a question, it did improve stamina greatly, that’s why you never gave it to wolves or other species with already good stamina, their partners couldn’t hold that much time.

“I’m a werewolf, I already had enough stamina!” His words agreed with your inner turmoil. Fuck, his clothed dick against your wet panties felt wonderful. “Take off your clothes or I’ll rip them.” His low growl made you groan and more juices pooled on your panties. “Fuck, I can smell you. I can smell how wet you are.” You got up from his lap and started to get your clothes off. You were being too slow because he growled and tried to grab you. You stepped back and took care of the rest rapidly.

The second your clothes were off you, he was launching himself at you, his face going directly for your pussy. You felt his long tongue inside of you, so long and so inhuman that it was hitting every single place inside of you that made your toes curl. You kept cursing as your hands found his fur, you pulled and groaned as he ate you out like a desperate animal. You could see his hips grinding against the bed, he was probably making a mess. In your foggy brain, the pleasure hit a max level and you exploded, coming against his face as he licked every single inch of you.

He pulled back, his face contorted in what you only could describe as feral grin. He ripped off his own clothes, the sound of tearing fabric excited you. And then you saw his dick, and you twitched. He was so fucking big, his tip was red and big, leaking so much it looked shiny. But what scared you the most was the knot at the base, so big it was almost like your whole fist. Dang. You weren’t sure that was going to fit inside of you.

“I’m not sure that’s….” You tried to push away on the bed, but he grabbed your legs and pulled, positioning yourself perfectly for him. Your pussy on display and your legs over his shoulders.

“It will fit. I’ll make it fit.” His voice had an edge of danger and you shivered.

Your pussy was sensitive after the orgasm he just gave you, so when he pushed inside of you in one hard thrust you almost lost it. You arched your back and screamed at the top of your lungs. His mouth found yours, and he started kissing you, more teeth than lips. He didn’t wait, he didn’t let you warm up, he started fucking you hard and fast, your whole body moving when he pushed inside. When he bottomed out, you could feel his knot against your entrance, trying to slip inside, an insistent pressure driving you wild. He grabbed your hips and pulled them up, the perfect angle to hit your G-spot with every thrust. You were seeing stars as he grunted and growled against your open mouth. You weren’t kissing anymore, he was just licking the inside of your open mouth as you lost your body to pleasure.

He came inside you. Once. Twice. Three times. Maybe even four, you stopped feeling it when it started to be too much. You could feel his cum moving inside of you with each thrust. But he kept fucking you, using you like a toy for his pleasure, and you couldn’t even blame him for being rough because you were enjoying it a lot more than you should. You did that to him, but good lord if it didn’t feel like paradise. You lost count of how many orgasms you had as he pounded you, your body at his mercy.

When you thought it was impossible to feel more pleasure, you felt him slow down, pressing and pressing, and pushing and trying to stretch you impossibly wide. You thrashed under him, there was no way, but he didn’t mind your struggling as he forced his knot inside of you. You let out a cry as it fitted inside, you felt like he was breaking you apart in the best possible way. You didn’t know it could feel like that, you didn’t know it could feel so good. Your voice gave out before your body did, your scream turned silent as he bit and licked your neck, probably leaving a line of hickeys there. You didn’t care. It felt so good. Too good.

And then he pushed on your lower abdomen, making you feel so full and so weird, but it was so hot. You had so much cum in you, a bump in your lower abdomen indicating he came so many times you were knocked up for sure. You would need to make contraceptive potions tomorrow, but for now you could enjoy the feel of his cum inside of you. So much, so hot. It felt like molten lava was melting your insides as you came and came. And he came and came.

He moved his knot against your G-spot over and over, making you want to cry because of the pleasure. And then you felt the telltale sign that you were going to squirt. It only happened a couple times before, never with somebody else, but when you tried to alert him, your arms and legs wouldn’t respond. You could just lay there in silence as he took his pleasure on you, off you. You squirted, soaking his fur and making him stop for a second, surprised. His answering growl was so feral you felt it in your whole body. He came again. And again. And again.

At some point you passed out. Your body gave out. But you guessed he kept fucking you, the candy was supposed to last for hours. Well… You trusted him, he could fuck your asleep body as much as he wanted.

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I'm restless and tired but I can never seem to fall asleep.

Maybe I've got a monster underneath my bed.

It could be that I'm so tired and restless since I'm being ravaged while I slumber.

There's a possibility that my body refuses to sleep because my subconscious knows of the creature bumping me in the night.

Sneaking out from the shadows while I lie there defenseless. It takes me in such a way that won't wake me. Or perhaps a power lets it force my continued rest.

Maybe it sees me as its little pet. I hope it does. I hope it mutters to me. Telling my unaware sleeping body how good it feels to violate. Letting me know how good I am for it. Making sure it keeps those words rooted to my brain.

I'm such a good little fucktoy.

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Been thinking about ghosts a lot. Specifically the kinda ghouls that are perverts. Ones that use their afterlife to grope you and touch you. Ones that poke, prod and tease you. The kind of spirits to get you all hot and bothered while you're trying to do mundane tasks. Teasing and touching your ass while you bend over the counter or when you go to pick something up. Feeling you up while you try to take a shower. Making you drop your bar of soap so they can tease your ass some more as you bend over to retrieve it.

Oh to be haunted by a horny little Poltergeist..