#cw teratophilia

[devourable]

After reading about Mykolas’ first time I am dyingg to have him slip in. I know he probably won’t fit all the way. I know it’ll hurt. But I can’t even imagine how good it would feel to just be ravaged by him. A complete loss of control. With how worried he is about hurting our darling I trust Mykolas to be very generous with his aftercare, even if it’s rough in the moment. He’s just such a sweetheart 😭💕

ive been waiting so long for an ask like this yall have no idea 😭 ive only written ab mykie engaging in outercourse bc hes soo scared ab hurting you </3 he'd need a lot of convincing and time to warm up to the idea and would probably only agree if he's not rutting and you're on top (regardless of the fact that you can VERY easily seduce him when he's hormonal / he might instinctively flip you over when he's not). he is hardwired to breed and if you push him into doing so then,,,

[zazter-den]

Just thinking of reader being roped into diving shallow water for pearl oysters with her rambunctious friend Mina in a restricted beach.

Minding their business trying to find shellfish for a little extra cash- and ending up with a bellyful of a different kind of pearl, courtesy of mer!kiri in heat instead.

At least the local siren conservation program is willing to pay you well, but you really should've listened to their 'No Swimming' sign.

[fyodior]

we don’t talk abt monsterfucking enough on this blog.

[carnivorousyandeere]

ok idk if you're writing requests about her but ngl ever since that "breed or be bred" post you made i've been thinking like 24/7 about being bred by the Vampire Moth 😵 can't get her out of my mind omg 😭😭

Uhmmmm may have gotten carried away here 🫣

But like…. She’s just such a good combination of “trying so hard to be respectful,” and “so overwhelmed by her own instincts and needs” 😩

( MDNI )

CW: dubcon (Darling thinks they’re having a fantastic wet dream), slight somnophilia, oviposition/egg laying/breeding, oral/eating out/rimming

Other info: bottom Darling, power bottom Darling?

Too hot. You toss and turn, unable to get comfortable enough to sleep. Your body is burning… an untimely combination of hormones and a broken ac in the middle of summer have you sweating and squirming out of the lightest set of sheets you own.

Your fan whirls uselessly overhead, clicking faintly on its highest setting, rivaled only by the cicadas and crickets outside. You sigh. Obviously you aren’t going to sleep any time soon. You escape from the twisted up sheets to get some water, and come back to try opening the window, hoping for a breeze.

The balmy night air washes in, a sweet honeysuckle breeze soothing in its coolness. Your sigh this time is one of relief. You stare out into the dark woods. The branches of trees rustle in the soft wind.

You’re still too worked up to sleep, but now you can at least do something about it without getting heatstroke. You lay back in bed, content to pleasure yourself to sleep on a lazy summer night. Blurry visions of wet dreams, and a figure singing to you outside your window, wash over you like gusts of the breeze.

Saturnia watches, as she always does. She loves seeing you sleep, seeing you so peaceful. She keeps watch while you pleasure yourself, too, though the heat and shame that washes over her is immense. Surely it’s wrong to watch you like this, but she can’t seem to tear her compound eyes away from your writhing form.

And the smell… you smell absolutely divine, even if she only ever gets the faintest whiff from outside your house. But tonight, with your window open, the musky scent is overwhelming. Saturnia’s wings and antennae flutter against the breeze, claws digging into the soft, wet wood of the branch she’s perched on. She’s fighting her every instinct to stay away, but that smell…

And she can hear you, too. The rustle of your sheets, your faint breaths and moans, the wet sound of your fingers inside of yourself. Her sense of hearing isn’t the sharpest, but every noise you make is overwhelming in the best way.

She can’t fight her urges after all these months watching you from afar. She flutters to your window, lingering shyly at the threshold of your residence.

“Please— please come in—“

She takes this as permission, creeping closer inside, drawn inexorably to your warmth and scent.

“Please come inside me,” you pant, eyes closed and body tight. Saturnia squirms from the corner of the room she’s watching you from. Her slit feels tight and wet. She has to fight to keep her ovipositor from coming out.

Finally you cum, the rush of hormones sending you into a blissful, sleepy state. Your eyes flutter open, landing on Saturnia. She freezes, fearing your reaction— will you scream? Yell? Try to hit her?

But you just smile dreamily, presenting yourself to her, hole still loose and wet. Saturnia’s wings flutter behind her, shocked at your forwardness. But your smell grows stronger as you spread your legs, and Saturnia can’t help but be drawn in.

She slides over, dragging her long tongue over you again and again, the softened tip of it dipping inside to taste you. She can’t help her ovipositor sliding out, dragging against your already sweat-soaked sheets. Your hands reach down, stroking her head and antennae with wonder.

She lifts herself up to set her head against your neck, chirring softly against your skin. Her sharp teeth nip at your shoulder when you reach around to feel her wings. She licks at the skin in apology, oblivious to your desire for her to bite harder, only to bite her own tongue when you tug at her wings in response.

Saturnia’s hips roll against you at the flashes of pain, ovipositor grinding wetly against you. She chirrs again, seemingly content to keep grinding against you for now. The sound is interrupted by a lower rumble when you reach around and line her up with your entrance.

Saturnia holds you still by the hips, gently pressing herself inside of you. She clicks softly, chitinous lips pressing against your cheek, and gently moves you into a mating press.

It feels so right, so natural. Saturnia can’t even think anymore, can’t try to talk herself out of this. Her mind is all flashes of light and static, overwhelmed by you. You wanted this, wanted her, arms and legs straining to pull her closer.

You cum again and again, delirious with pleasure with each egg Saturnia presses inside of you. Your stomach feels tight and warm, the eggs soft and wet inside you, more fitting than you thought possible. When she’s finally done, Saturnia stays nestled inside you, gently licking away your sweat and any pleasured tears that may have fallen from your sweet eyes. You fall asleep in her embrace, warm and sated in a way no other lover could give you.

You wake up alone, satisfied but aching, reliving the delicious dream you’d had the night before. Except… your sleep shorts weren’t always this tight… were they?

[lepidjester]

a silly comic abt goodnight kisses

bonus:

[ezpezylemonsquezy]

Got a little too much into WalMiles fanfic

(full nsft in my ✖️/🐦)

[fyodior]

Prove me wrong, Howard is into reverse Somnophilia,he's gonna be the one fast asleep while you just have fun with the one tentacle he sprouted before going for a quick nap. HES A WHOLE THREESOME BY HIMSELF.

I'm unashamedly horny for him. 🦑

THE ONE TENTACLE HE SPROUTED HELP FLKASJFSLK i love the idea that when he's not conscious his tentacles just come out to play💀 hkmgskljgd just playin with it, either rubbing against it or sticking it in depending on how thick it is. using a sucker on your clit help i need psychological help

[love-toxin]

not sure if ur a monsterfucker but so feel free to ignore this /gen but..........freaky bat hybrid eddie.goes into heat.breeding u. mmmmmmmmmm. Yummy

im in a monsterfucker mood rn ehe (this is mostly full bat eddie so strap in)

(cw: teratophilia, fem reader, breeding)

freaky bat hybrid eddie.....he's all gross and scary and drooly but he's still your eddie!

everybody thinks you're mental for insisting he must still be alive, poor, sweet angel's just gone crazy after losing your sweetheart. the party feels for you and the town finds you abhorrent for missing and yearning over the psycho killer that once plagued Hawkins, he might've been your boyfriend but he was a monster. how they would clutch their pearls if they ever found out that you managed to find a gate back to the upside down, and you've been venturing back into certain death just to look for your beloved unbeknownst to even your close friends. and when you finally find him, you're so glad to see him when you realize it's actually him--and eddie, oh, he's so glad to see you.

each time you come through, he's waiting for you in your spot. the little den that he protects when you're back in your own world so it can be safe for your arrival, he makes a nest out of whatever he can find so it's comfy for you. and when you duck inside he croaks your name in a screechy, scratchy voice, cries of "angel, my angel, angel" and flapping his wings so you know for sure that it's him, even though he's bigger than all the other bats and he towers over you, his wings all littered with scars. you can't kiss anymore but you can nuzzle his head, paying little mind to how he drools all over your hand and your arm and everywhere else. you'll be much dirtier when you're done anyways.

especially when he's in heat. who knows what triggers it, but when it's that time all you can do is try to get your clothes off quickly, but it's never quick enough. eddie's got those wings draped over you and his claws dug into your hands to pin you, his tail whipping round to strike at your clothes and tear them off your body. that same appendage slithers between your legs and moves with you as you tremble, sliding pseudo-gently between your lips and prodding your clit to get you all wet and ready for him, while eddie screeches above you and humps the air behind you viciously to help unsheathe his cock from its confines. you never really get to see it, but feeling it is just as good--all curved and intertwined with firm, tentacle-like appendages that form a tapered tip and pulse down the whole length, like his cock itself is alive. eddie aligns himself and keeps his tail close to your body, lets it slowly curl around your throat as he spreads your pussy out on something that it was never made to take and spears you with it in one long, hard thrust, one that would've shoved you forward on to your chest if he wasn't holding you up by your neck. each pump is just as vicious, violent, the urge to breed leaking out into his inhuman growls and his claws biting into the flesh of your hands but you don't care, you don't give a damn because this is all you have of eddie and you'll be damned if you let him go twice. despite the pinch and twinge of pain as he forces himself against your womb and gradually manages to fuck the tip inside that soft wall of your cervix, the pain that blinds you as he yanks your head back to look at him and drools into your mouth, you refuse to say "no" or "stop" because you love him so much. even if the world itself hates him, you'll never give him up, and in the deepest reaches of his mind he knows that.

which is exactly why he breeds you so aggressively, fucks you within an inch of your life, plows your poor, abused little cunt until you're cumming through the pain and then because of it. because he wants a piece of himself inside you forever, and maybe filling you with cum or spit or drawing blood will infect you like it did him, turn you into whatever he is so you can finally be together again like you were before. his instincts drive him to choke the air out of your lungs even harder and leave bruises around your neck, and beat your walls so hard with his cock that you feel like he's splitting you apart, cause maybe if he drives you to the edge of death you might turn, too. but even if it doesn't, he still leaves you with something of his when he starts shrieking and flapping his wings against your sides, rasping out those wispy cries of your name as he creams every inch of your insides and watches that blissed-out smile creep across your face. even when you can barely breathe and feel like you're teetering on the brink, feeling him blow his load inside you still makes you shudder with pleasure and moan in ecstasy just like it did when he was human.

and while he's coming down and anticipating another high, he doesn't even unhook himself from you, doesn't bother tugging the tip out of your womb in a rather painful maneuver after it's swollen up to stay lodged inside. he wants all that seed to take, so he strokes your back and your legs and your arms, all shaky from the pounding you just took, and soothes those deep bruises he left in the hopes that it comes across as apologetic as he means it. but you're so loopy and giggly from the afterglow you don't even notice, just keep wiggling your back end closer against him to try and get him deeper, to get him to start making love to you again, because this is the only bonding time you get with him now! you wanna make it count. wanna make cute little bat babies for him like you promised. and that soft little voice pleading "eddie, baby, don't stop! wan' more, wanna cum for you again!", oh, he just can't resist it. you may as well prepare to be away from Hawkins for a good, long while, because if you want him to breed you into unconsciousness....well, he can absolutely make that happen for his little angel.

[doodleferp]

Oh, boy, we got another one.

Belo and all his floof belong to @eldritch-spouse

[kinkscholar]

Taking His Fill

minors dni please!

service top!amab!reader x power bottom!vamp!vil schoenheit | ft. monster fucking (he's a vampire), stuffing

~3.6k

If you were completely honest with yourself, you weren't sure what led you to the borders of the Land of Pyroxene, or what made you cross them. (Perhaps the better question would be how did you end up there, but the thought didn't cross your mind.)

It was an eerie location, the soil beneath your shoes firm and the air cold enough to make the tip of your nose numb. While it wasn't vacant by any means — as seen by the smoke emitting from many chimneys, there was something about the atmosphere that filled you with the building tension that something was going to happen at any given moment.

By the time you entered what actually seemed like a town — the cobble path covering the ground and lights everywhere — the sun had set, making way for the moon to beam down upon the countless buildings. The town was quiet and everything seemed to blend in together. Your blind venture came with dire consequences. You had next to nothing on your person, little to no knowledge on just what was happening, and most importantly you were lost. The lack of people roaming the very clearly lit town square filled you with frustration. Rather than scream or potentially knock on the house of a resident, you seated yourself upon a wooden bench that looked over a row of stone buildings all separated by dark and seemingly empty alleyways.

Taking the opportunity to collect your thoughts, you buried your face within your hands, becoming dull to the world around you. Making it impossible for you to take note of the figure who emerged from the shadows. Even the clicking of the mysterious figure's heels against the cobble that only grew closer fell upon deaf ears. The being stopped before you, a long, pregnant pause as they merely watched your feeble attempts to calm yourself down. Eventually they grew impatient, this was clearly about to be some waste of time. As the person cleared their throat — you became painfully aware of your situation once more. Panic consumed you, sitting upright and your hands lowering to look at the person who interrupted your little moment.

Great Seven did you look. Was this even real? The person before you — the man was absolutely flawless. His blonde and purple ombré hair slicked back, black painted lips and and those fierce lavender eyes backed up with eyeshadow. his face was structured perfectly, like he'd been a greek statue turned to flesh and blood. Objectively handsome despite the icy gaze that bore into your soul.

"Are you going to continue gawking, or will I have the opportunity to introduce myself?" Even his voice was a gift from the divine. Though now you knew to close your mouth that had remained agape as you had stared at the man before you.

"You may continue." Clearing your throat, you spoke barely above a whisper as you felt your ears burn hot from embarrassment.

"Good." The blonde man seemed somewhat satisfied with your compliance, stepping closer to your seated form. "You're new, I can tell by looking at you. My name is Vil Schoenheit." This was the opposite of welcoming, yet you paid little mind. Someone so handsome took the time to come from — somewhere — to talk to you about something.

"Oh, yes.." You began after introducing yourself. You squirmed beneath his gaze, adjusting your posture and staring back into those eyes. "I'd just arrived not too long ago."

"A foolish time to arrive, no?" Vil was quick to scold you, but you remained confused.

"I'm sorry?" You didn't have much to say, in fact you were dumbfounded by this entire ordeal.

"Don't you know how dangerous Pyroxene is at night?" With the click of his tongue his eyes rolled, he was upset about something. "Yet here you are, roaming all alone. You should be grateful I stopped to help you at all." Help? Just what in the world was he on about?

"I see — Thank you..?" Your eyes wandered to your surroundings. Dangerous? You've really put yourself in a pickle now.

"Do not thank me yet. Come." His tone was demanding of you, your unyielding devotion — to blindly follow. So you did, you didn't have much of a choice, did you? Vil had turned his back to you, cape flowing as he began to walk, heels clicking against the floor with each step. You followed obediently, under the impression he was going to take you someplace to get directions, or a tavern — yet you ventured off the cobbled path with him. You could see little other than the glimmer of the gold accented his luxurious attire. Inevitably you stood before a large home. Of course it was a manor. This man was flawlessly handsome and stupid rich. You've scored — to some degree — but what brought him to take you out to his own home? Said thought plagued your mind as you were guided within the large home, and to a room you quickly realized was a dining room.

It was a strange one at that, a freakishly long table and enough chairs to seat a small army. At each end was a large, throne-like chair, velvet, red with a polished dark oak. Even the interior was breathtaking. You felt no bigger than a mouse as you turned to the man who'd so generously decided to host you. Despite how insignificant and pathetic you felt, Vil pulled one of the end chairs out, gesturing an open palm to the vacant seat. "Sit." And so you did, looking at him as you eased into the comfortable cushion.

"So what's going on?" You finally gathered the brains to question your situation which was most definitely too late. It was obvious in the way those eyes seemed to watch you with an intent you hadn't noticed before. Your mouth felt dry as he approached you at a slow pace, as if you were a cornered prey stuck beneath the looming shadow of a predator mere moments away from striking.

"The reward owed to me for helping you.. You will give it to me, yes?" He questioned, gloved fingers traced your jawline, moving slowly around your chair — circling you. As if to remind you of how helpless you were. Vil wasn't lying about the dangers at night, for the dangers were him.

Your breath hitched as your body tensed, a blush rising to your cheeks. "What type of reward do you seek?" The words slipped out softly, fearful as to what he would respond with.

"You." Oh, Great Seven. You were in for it now. All colors rose to not only your face, but immediately shot to your dick. He wanted you. This rich, handsome man wanted you.

You'd consider yourself nothing more than average, yet here you were — being circled by probably the sexist guy you've ever seen in your life and he wants you as a reward for housing you. "Okay." You spoke in such an awkward way, yet he only seemed to take such a confirmation with glee.

Vil circled one last time, standing before your chair in the gap between it and the table. His cold and almost expressionless face twisted into a tiny smile as the glint of his eyes only grew more dangerous. Was this the right choice? Panic consumed hijacked your brainwaves as your hands gripped the armrests til your knuckles turned pale. Vil only advanced upon you, his smile growing enough to make his fangs visible. Wait — fangs? This just only pieced together some parts of this messed up story, but now he was a monster in all of this, leaving you with more questions than ever.

You could barely breathe as the blonde brought himself to sit on your lap, straddling you. You were certain he could feel the bulge in your pants pressing against his crotch, yet not a single word was spoken of it. "Show me your neck." Vil was commanding, the captain of the ship in your mind. You had no right to deny him anything. Shakily, you pulled your collar down at your shoulder. The space was quickly taken over by Vil's head near the nape of your neck, the cool air of his breath blowing against the skin.

"Calm down, if you survive you won't have anything to fear any longer." How reassuring, he was great at this — wasn't he? You exhaled and closed your eyes, a verbal response would only drag this nightmare on longer. The tension that filled the air was pierced, literally in this sense, his fangs sunk into your flesh as you immediately felt blood being sucked from your body.

There was an overgrown, sexy leech feeding off of you. No fear or panic remained any longer despite the pain that burned throughout your body. Infact, you moaned softly as your hands moved to grasp his ass. Plush beneath your fingers as you gave them a squeeze — eliciting a groan from the vampire against your neck. The experience was near euphoric, your grip upon his form even tighter as you rubbed your clothed cock against him, lust clouding your mind like you were nothing more than an animal in heat. As the warmth slowly left your body you felt the urge to be inside him grow.

Vil fed and fed. You'd heard stories about how vampires sucked their victims til the point of appearing like a raisin — which you were certain was an exaggeration, not to mention Vil confirming you had a chance of survival. At least you won't look like that if you were going to live. Yet this was strange to you, wouldn't he be full by now? It had been some time, you mindlessly grinding against him as you held his ass. Surely your slowly drifting consciousness would say a thing or two — indicate he'd had enough of your blood. Was this yet another lie? Then you noticed it.

His attire was fashioned to fit perfectly to his form despite the many layers covering it, so the growing strain in his midsection spoke a million words. Vil was taking his fill alright. You weren't even mad or worried anymore, only watching as each minute that passed only seemed to bring more of a bulge to his middle. You were growing more aroused by the second by just watching this. What you were sure was a perfect form was rounding out right before you. Your mind took greatly to this information, hands quickly making work to undo the sash wrapped around his waist.

There was no doubt about it now, your half lidded eyes bearing witness to the very noticeable bump buried beneath the clothes, freed from the sash and pressing further strain to his vest. His coat having shifted to either side of his form, unable to remain closed due to the lack of sash and with just how stuffed he'd become.

You'd wished to feel greatly, to roam his body with your hands — but you felt so tired and likely your life fading as Vil had finally moved away from your neck, observing your weakened state. He didn't seem happy about how easily you'd accepted your fate. A scowl plastered on his face as he brought a gloved hand to your cheek, pinching it as some senses returned to you. "H—Huh..?" Your word choice was poor, but at least you were conscious.

"Come now, did you think I would let you off the hook that easily, human?" Vil chastised you, the hand shifting from your cheek to beneath your chin — tilting your head up to look into his eyes. "Not only am I still hungry because of you, but you've done something not one human has done before." He seemed almost amused to admit that last part, his free hand gripping one of your own and placing it against his midsection. What little blood was in your body rushed to your cheeks as they felt hot. Even through his clothes you could feel how soft the flesh was to the touch, his stomach tight from the amount of blood stored within.

"I take utmost care in my beauty, yet here you are, filling me far past the limit..." Vil's tone sounded almost like honey, only fueling your arousal further. "Unfortunately for you, I am still hungry. Your punishment will be to fill me." He spoke as if it were fact, your eyes widening slightly as you understood what he meant.

It seems a lack of fear after his feed was more so the mutual desire for you to fill him up further with your cum. Vil had removed himself from your lap, he began to remove his clothes before you before sitting on the dining table. He looked better than you imagined, toned form from head to toe, now sporting a bloated stomach. The way his hard cock pressed against the underside of his belly made you dizzy from how hard you were at the sight.

Some part of you wished you had far more blood in your body, enough to watch him push himself more and more. The fact your blood did this to him made you proud. So proud that your mind didn't register the vial filled with a liquid being held right in front of your face. "Hurry now, or I may reconsider your punishment." Your mind was lagging behind terribly.

"Right— sorry." You grasped the vial slowly, examining it for a moment. Thankfully, you knew this was lube without him needing him to scold you further despite your state being his fault. Popping the lid off, you poured some out onto your fingers, watching as Vil spread his legs before you and leaned back to expose his pretty hole.

You shuffled closer to him as you plunged two wet fingers into him. A soft moan escaped Vil as he shifted himself closer. Your fingers roamed his hole as you stretched and prepared him. The sight of Vil alone was enough to drive you mad, but the urge to fuck him made it hard to focus on anything else. He was already bothered from your fingers alone, you couldn't wait any longer to see what your cock would do to him.

After another strained moment or two of soft, barely audible noises as you scissored him had passed before you decided enough was enough. You withdrew your fingers, Vil gasping at the sudden movement as his eyebrows furrowed — watching you. You quickly removed your pants, letting them fall to your ankles, boxers following shortly after. Your dick was hard as a rock, pre leaking down your shaft as you placed your hands on either side of Vil on the table. Snaking your hands to his thighs and looking into his eyes. "Please, Vil. Please let me fuck you." Your desperate tone to be inside of him made the vampire raise an eyebrow slightly, his icy demeanor faltering.

"You may, but only enter me for now." You didn't need to be told twice. You poured the rest of the vial onto your hand and rubbed your cock until it was nice and wet. Not wasting a second you lined yourself up with his hole and pushed yourself in entirely. Vil let out the loudest noise yet, tightening around you as his hands held onto the table. You watched him with intent, waiting for permission for anything else. Every urge in your mind screaming at you to rail him until the sun rose the following day. You admired the sight before you, a handsome vampire filled with your blood. There was no doubt he was sexy without the roundness in his middle, but something about it drove you insane.

Your hands moved to his swollen belly, feeling it far better now with him nude. Vil seemed more undone than you anticipated for someone of his mannerisms. Strands of his hair had fallen on his face, his eyes half lidded as his gaze met your own. His lust was as heavy as your own. Out of curiosity you squeezed his middle. "aah—" The blonde was taken aback by the action, a hand placed above yours now. "You are a terribly greedy human.." He observed you before averting his eyes. "Move. Now."

Finally, it took him long enough, your hips jerked forward before you began to pound in and out of him. Your moans were harmonious with his own as they echoed through the large hall you've both decided was the place to fuck him. And fuck him you did.

"Vil— Vil—" His name came out of your mouth over and over as you plowed into him. Your name escaped his own, albeit he almost sounded shy. This only drove you closer to him. Having pulled him closer, practically placing yourself on the table with him as well. You grasped his waist with both hands, planting a kiss on his lips — not caring over smearing his painted lips. As his mouth opened you ravaged it with your tongue. His cold, vampiric form was in contrast to your human warmth, a perfect match was the two of you as your bodies collided with one another over and over again. You pulled your face back to admire your work after you finished attacking his face.

It wasn't long before how close you were was evident, as was his own. His broken moans ringing out as you groaned softly, nails digging into his soft waist. "Vil, I-I'm close– I'm close—!" Your voice cracked with a gasp. Despite all of the work you've done on him, he seemed so tight beneath you.

"Cum." Vil managed to muster through it all. "Fill me—" You came quickly, seeing white as you released your cum into his body, knees almost buckling beneath you as you orgasmed with him. He came only seconds after, seed covering his stuffed stomach and your own.

Your mind was blank as you slowly pulled yourself out of him, panting softly. It was basically the fact one round wouldn't do much in the idea of filling him further. But the two of you were already done for the night by the look on his face and how much the world was spinning around you. "Clean, will you?" The vampire's words were more of a demand than anything, he watched you expectantly. You leaned down and used your tongue to clean his form, not breaking eye contact with him for a single second. You wished to please him and witness the pleasure he felt, greed was only natural after all.

As you finished working your tongue you planted a kiss upon his middle before standing back up and smiling at him. Vil couldn't help but be charmed by you, though a confession of that would be akin to an execution. A soft smile appeared on his face as he shook his head. "You take punishment well, do you? Try not to misbehave or it will get worse." You were no fool, you knew well enough that this was an invite to stay with him at his manor. For how long? Who knows. You were going to take this opportunity though.

"No promises." You joked with him. The cold facade he carried had melted for the time being. It was reassuring to see, knowing you won't be dying any time soon at least. "Let's get you to bed." Confidence filled your tone, though there was no chance in hell you would be making it three feet without falling or running into something in your state.

Vil covered his mouth and laughed softly, shaking his head. "Oh hush." In a true display of his magical capabilities he snapped his fingers, as he stood, a purple silk robe masking his formerly nude body. "You will not be doing anything, schatz." Waving his hand idly, he picked you up as if you were light as a feather. "You are fortunate to have met me of all people. There are others in the night who may not be so kind to you."

Even in your state you wouldn't consider it kindness, he was demanding and he spoke to you like he were royalty — you couldn't exactly say no to someone like that. Rather than speak you rested your head on him, painfully aware of his belly pressing against you. Praying that he wouldn't notice the fact you were growing aroused again.

The vampire took you to what you could only assume was his personal room, laying you in probably the softest bed you've ever felt in your life. Vil joined you after setting you down, allowing you to wrap your arms around him and spoon him.

"One day, could I fill you further than this?" Your thoughtless question made Vil sit up and crane his head to look at you. A scowl was plastered on his face as he shot you a glare. You didn't care though, the moon light against his face made it worth it.

Evidently, the smile you gave him made him back down, scoffing as he laid down again. "Ignoring your current arousal at this moment... I will consider it. Rest. I must have my beauty sleep."

You didn't need to be told twice, you buried your face into the back of his neck and held his middle as you savored the moment, hoping to do it again.

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but thank fate for giving you such an experience.

[fyodior]

I added you! Lovecraft feeds into so many kinks through...like there is barely anything he can't do! Did you know he likes chocolate and ice cream? :( Squidy would have everything at home when you are getting ready for the monthly blood sacrifice. Also the low-key mermaid/sea monster vibes?

🦑

THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU DON’T KNOW HOW PSYCHED I AM TO HAVE THAT CARD NOW HEHGEHEHEHEHE

and i loooooove mermaid au’s i remember reading this one fic where the character didnt speak like human language and u had to basically teach him how to have sex oh god it was so good

hsdhskvdjdh the thought of you being all bloody and horny but he’s busy or tired so he just mindlessly uses a tentacle to fuck you while he does something else

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Allow me to be cringe for one moment and dump all the things I have thought way too much about the Bracken and how it relates to the au me and Egg have that really isn't a joke anymore below-

Just going off of their bestiary, they are solitary hunters with a low population making them very difficult to study due to their aggression. Though they typically back off when confronted, if they feel cornered or are stared at for a long time they will attack. Though with their skin being the color of a red beet and it's textured like it, if I had to guess before being brought to whatever the fuck the moon bases are, the bracken were probably from heavily wooded planets and/or moons. The leaves they have on their back being used for intimidation, but like most animals who have big plumage like that: probably attracting mates as well.

Now due to their low population and solitary nature I'd imagine much like slugs and certain species of fish they are simultaneous hermaphrodites meaning they have both sex organs that function at the same time and if needed can self reproduce, but much like especially flat worms: the aspect of reproduction is a fight for dominance to ensure you don't have to put in the energy to raise and inseminate offspring, you just lay and fuck off. Having a low population and being solitary doesn't mean you're always going to find another member of your species to reproduce with and with them being heavily plant themed I'd figure it would keep going in their reproduction as well.

Instead of having sex organs like mammals have, they'd probably have something similar to seahorses where there's an ovipositor and a brooding pouch with the eggs being fertilized by the submissive party within the pouch itself. Though again tying back to how they're plant themed and are also solitary, unlike seahorses where the eggs are carried until they hatch, they're carried until there's a suitable spot to dig a hole and lay them before covering them and leaving. And this one is purely for my own amusement and was completely Egg's idea: their ovipositors look like shampoo flowers and create their own lube for relaxing the brooding pouch the same way you'd milk one of those flowers.

To signal the mating season they find a high place, bristle their leaves and emit a sweet smelling pheromone that can carry on the wind for miles hopefully to attract a mate. Like I've mentioned before, they fight for dominance typically being ended in one being pinned due to this it's not uncommon for bracken's to have scars from those fights. A flood of endorphins and other hormones prep the brooding pouch for offspring and melt away once the act is over, same with the one whose laying except the hormones prep them for that process instead making it an overall enjoyable exchange despite how violent it can be before such acts.

Now with reproduction and sexual anatomy out of the way onto other things: Bracken have a nesting instinct that's very unique to them as an enemy in game, they have favorite rooms and drag bodies there using the vents. This is the same in the wild too where they create dens either in the trees or underground and drag prey back into it to avoid other predators that may want to steal their kills. They have a very successful kill rate and much like mountain lions you don't typically see them until it's too late. They blend in quite well in their environment and even though they aren't very social you can typically tell what one is doing by the position of the leaves on it's back.

When they're hunting they're pulled taunt against their skin to try and seem as low profile as possible, when they're threatened the leaves raise to try and seem bigger than they actually are and they rattle them to make a bristling sound, and when they're relaxed their natural position is slightly raised and draping like a roosters tail. Though outside of mating season they keep miles long territories with their nests typically being at the center, any other bracken that wanders in is met with hostility and like most predators cannibalization isn't uncommon.

Their main form of hunting is with their hands and claws, typically reserving their teeth to hold onto prey and carry it back. Typically they're ambush predators, stalking or waiting for things they can kill to pass by before grabbing them and breaking their neck, some are active hunters chasing prey down and killing it that way probably with smaller prey as opposed to anything large. This would function the same way on research bases or abandoned moons where they're typically encountered. They stalk and hunt prey, but if intimidated will just book it at the player.

They also cannot mimic human speech, they just don't have the vocal cords for it. Though they can learn to understand language, they will never be able to mimic it back like a bird would. Instead their vocalizations are limited to low growls, clicks, purrs, and hisses. They can also bristle their leaves for certain sounds by rubbing them together much like a cricket would it's wings, but those are typically reserved for mating displays in the fight for dominance. I'd also imagine they're typically nocturnal.

Sticking to the shadows of night to stalk sleeping prey and hopefully avoid anything that might want to harm them. They aren't described as being apex predators and even though their bodies rapidly decompose, it wouldn't surprise me if they did have natural predators given things larger than the sand worm exist and also giants are the other entity that seems like they could at least share the same biome as them due to their plant-like appearances. Giant's don't even have to eat, they just shove things in their mouth for fun.

To tie it into my hehe ship: Tarhos used to be on a research base until the project was abandoned and everything there was left to die or wander. He typically hunts hoarding bugs and snare fleas, they're the easiest for him to get his claws on and aren't as aggressive as things like the thumper. Due to how long he was being studied, he learned quite a bit of English and a bit of other languages here and there from employees interacting with him trying to get him to do certain things to test his intelligence. He still absolutely hunts every employee that enters the base he was abandoned in, but when he hears one of their voices he pauses.

It sounds a lot like the main researcher that used to care for him- that was the one human he ever really liked. And he stalks him. Over and over, getting closer and closer until Haru catches on that this one isn't hostile towards him just other people. He knows if he yells at it, it goes away, but he doesn't mind it sticking around since it kills things for him. That is until all of his crewmates go missing and it's just him... and the shadowy figure that's dripping in blood. Tarhos and Haru leave the former research base now a duo and collect scrap for quota while Haru writes down all he's learning about the bracken in his ship that he named after a tv character knew knew.

This eventually earns him a promotion into the research division and he gets to study Tarhos in a more normal lab environment. He still sneaks him out to stare at the trees and stars, but they've grown quite a close bond. That doesn't mean Tarhos is completely void of his predatory nature. No. Whenever Haru turns his back on him he still has that prey drive even if he doesn't typically act on it beyond caressing his head and his neck in his hands. He knows how fragile Haru is, he's learned that the hard way with how easily his claws cut his skin or his grip bruises, but those events are rare now.

Haru sleeps in his nest and writes in his journal every day reporting on what new things he's learned. No other employee is allowed in the room without Tarhos being locked in his nesting area, but some do it anyway and they're met with a swift end and a mess that Haru has to clean up. Tarhos is possessive and protective of him, but still respects the scientist as his own thing that can do whatever he wants. Most of their days are spent running various tests and writing reports, Haru hasn't had a day off in years though there is downtime due to the nature of his work. Who knows if he even remembers home.

Tarhos really doesn't due to being caught when he was young and practically raised in a lab environment. Haru theorizes this is why he's only partial to certain humans and not anything else. Though it could also be the simple fact that he trained him out of being wary of being looked at by him, so he doesn't feel as cornered or vulnerable around him. Haru like describing him as a cat to other employees and Tarhos doesn't even know what a cat is nor does he really have a concept of most things he and other employees complain about.

It's a lot of learning for both of them and that's fine. At least they have each other's company.