#monsters x reader

[chubbyreaderchan]

Yautja purring because they or their mate is injured similar to how cats do it. Cats purring helps heals injuries and what if that also helps Yautja heal and they automatically just purr with each other. That's also why they purr when their mates upset. It's both comfort and trying heal their little human.

[im-his-druidess]

Dead By Daylight

The Knight (Tarhos Kovàcs)

The Shape (Michael Myers )

The Executioner (Pyramid Head )

The Trapper (Evan MacMillan)

The Ghost Face (Danny "Jed" Olsen)

The Oni (Kazan Yamaoka)

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo)

[luvvsoft]

ᰔᩚ yandere archangel x demon! reader, underlying threats of violence, religious themes, mentions of death & war, manipulation, sadism, kidnapping

wc: 538 words

They saw you first.

You were just a demon among a legion of them, no remarkable fighting skills but not bleak enough to be singled out. You were perfectly forgettable in the midst of battle, yet they couldn’t forget you.

Your angel could remember the dimples of your face, the curves and shadows surrounding it. They could remember the expression of anger you were making. It was clear the tension and fatigue of the battle was getting to you, but you still looked so ethereal.

They could remember so much yet so little of you. It was only a glimpse they caught, but they immediately wanted more. Were they wrong for lusting after a demon, a vermin, such as you? Your angel knew they were, it was taboo, not to mention forbidden. They just couldn’t help themselves.

Were they also in the wrong for moving from their position in battle and flying over to where you were? They probably were, but it didn’t feel so. They did know they were in the wrong when they eradicated those around you. Both angels and demons alike fell to their feet, taking a sweet breath once more before stopping.

You cowered before them, why was that so? They would do you no harm, of that they reassured you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead that knocked you out and taking you. Taking you from what you called home, away from everyone and everything.

Your angel was soft, comforting, but you didn’t see it that way. You saw it as a facade, one where they hoped you lowered your guard and they’d strike. They’d already stripped you of your most precious part: your wings, what more could they want?

You were sure they only wanted to harm you more, the tight handcuffs around your hands and legs reassured you of that even more. But, your angel didn’t see it that way, instead, they thought it was the best course of action. How else could they tame a demon such as you?

Of course, your angel could always harm you: that threat constantly loomed over your head, keeping you stiff and compliant. They were an archangel, holding great power that you could only dream of as a low ranking demon. But, they never did hurt you, not for now at least.

They kept you fed and clothed, which was hard to come by in the depths of Hell. You were safe and warm, but that was only physically. Your angel made sure to torment you daily, weathering your mind and will away. They were entertained by how the handcuffs seemed to dig into your skin, only loosening them when you begged them.

They would wait for the day you gave into them. Time was not an issue, seeing as both of you had lifespans that could go across for eons. It was only a matter of when you would fall into their arms and embrace the future that was inevitable.

They had worked so hard; God said you were their reward, so won’t you be good?

[randoimago]

hello i saw that you write for monsterpeople so i wanted to request general relationship hcs for a harpy gf

Fandom: Various Monsters

Character(s): Harpy

Note(s): Ey first monster request! Here you go, I did my best!!

Harpy

Likes to hum or sing when around you, mostly to help calm you down if you're in a panic state or to help you relax. Does feel bad about the magic behind it kind of charming you a bit and will snap you out of it, but the singing is very soothing.

Wraps her wings around you when you're cold. You get to be held close to her chest as it feels like the nicest blanket around you.

Speaking of wings, if you help her take care of them then it's really nice. Some feathers are a real nuisance so she likes when you help her preen. Considering harpy wings are also leathery too, if you help moisturize or smooth some oils into them then it feels really nice to her. It's like getting a massage and she is here for it.

[eruden-writes]

Your Dark Reveries - Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

Special Note: There is a 3rd POV version of this story!

A few years out of a bad relationship, you finally found yourself ready to embark on the next step of your self-discovery: Sexual Satisfaction. And there was just a place to do that!

Within the walls of Reveries, an adult amusement park tailored for lascivious fantasies, there's another area: Dark Reveries, where the more eyebrow-raising encounters lay.

However, when a co-worker stumbles upon you after one of your Dark Reveries scenes, they strip away all the confidence and safety you had taken years to rebuild. In an effort to live up to their "patron safety is our #1 concern" claim, Reveries offers to give you a safe place to stay.

That place just happens to be a large house, home to a number of the Reveries' non-human employees you have played with in the past. Along with some new faces.

Traversing the awkward waters of living with sex workers you solicited service from, and struggling to reclaim that which was taken from you again, you strive to find a comfortable place among your new roommates.

Well, at least until it is time for you to leave, of course.

*★,°*:.☆:*.°★* *★,°*:.☆:*.°★* 。

It wasn’t your first time at the city’s Reveries, the adult amusement park that catered to salacious fantasies. Where one could indulge in a range of raunchy interactions with other park-goers, from public dalliances with companions to casual fucks with strangers to literal orgies. 

It wasn’t simply an open space to fuck, either. There were fake grocery stores and boutiques with padded fitting rooms; furnished houses with running water; fake office buildings with plenty of supply closets and elevators; beaches and forests and more. Any fantasy one had, Reveries could cater to it. 

Further, the whole place was enchanted with contraceptive charms and sorcery to ensure health and safety. Not to mention a strict adherence to safety phrases. In this city, Reveries chose the simple red light, yellow light, and green light method. Red for stop; yellow for slow down; and green for go. 

However, Reveries had a darker side, which was where you found yourself now. Dark Reveries, as it was aptly named, provided a safe and secure place for patrons to enjoy harsher fantasies. Consensual non-consent dressed up an array of scenes: medieval trappings or easily abused power dynamics at work or even something with a science fiction flavor. 

In order to even enter Dark Reveries, patrons had to sit through a class on basic safety. Reaffirming the usage of safe words, explaining the different kinds of play available - including implements from whips to knives to ropes and more - and understanding one’s limits.

Further, Dark Reveries provided partners for patrons, rather than allowing patrons to dally with one another like in their ‘lighter’ side. Employees of Dark Reveries were trained in the scenes, skilled enough to act out roles, but were aware how to monitor their playmates safety and health. Patron-on-patron play could come about, but it was rarer in Dark Reveries. If only due to liability.

After verifying your identity at the gates of Dark Reveries, you stepped into the home of illicit fantasy. Thankfully, it wasn’t excessively busy. Which was exactly your reason for choosing a Sunday evening. Fewer people indulged in Reveries and Dark Reveries on a Sunday. According to your research, with work or college the next day - or perhaps for religious reasons - fewer people attended the tawdry funzone.

Although, there still seemed to be plenty of other parkgoers, in spite of your carefully chosen timeframe. You tried to ignore the nervousness that realization made. It was fine. Everyone was here for the same thing, after all. Who was going to judge you? Even if you ran into a co-worker, they were literally in the same place as you!

Instead, you took in the layout of the place. It was a lot like a conventional amusement park, except it was mostly attractions rather than rides lining the path. Well, depending on how you defined rides, you decided with a little amused smile. Glancing up at the darkened sky, you could faintly see the faint shimmer of a protective spell, meant to shield patrons from above-head viewers such as those in flight or camera-carrying drones.

Continuing your  way along the path, glanced at the ‘scenes’ available or active. Some fantasies were more fully on display than others, entwining public sex with whatever darker fantasy was being played out. 

There were sets depicting alleyways or storefronts with large street-facing windows. There was even an area that looked like a quaint neighborhood. From those areas, salacious sounds could be heard. Moans and groans, the snap of whips, howls of delight, play-acting screams of dissent.

Worrying at your bottom lip, you tried to ignore the anxiousness-delighted buzz those particular noises made in your lower stomach. You could only imagine the ruckus on a busier day.

Other fantasies took place within buildings, honoring patrons' desires to play without being watched by interlopers. Possibly adding to a particular element, such as the scene being a sneaky abuse of power. Or something fantastical, like on a stranded spaceship set with only a tentacley stowaway for company. That was another attraction in the pamphlet, you recalled.

Those kinds of fantasies merely had the name of the attraction plastered on the side of the building. Glimpsing over the names, you attempted to remember what sort of scenes went on there. 

The Hospital, where patients could be subjected to a doctor’s or nurse’s whims, whether that was somnophilia, bondage, needle play, or more.

The Workplace, where bosses and employees also explored power dynamics, plus blackmail or coercion or humiliation. 

The Hotel, the Space Station, the Stranded Spaceship, the Pirate Ship, the Enemy Castle, the Caves, the Nowhere, the Labyrinth, and more. There were simply so many options, so many possibilities, it made You squirm.

The only one that was different was the Subway, which was an actual train that rolled on a path around Dark Reverie, usually traveling within tunnels. The stops, to let on or let off patrons, were open. You knew from reading the pamphlet there were separate sections on the train for playing patrons - those enacting a scene with employees - and those who either wished to view or not view the show.

Over the years, you had heard all about Dark Reveries from your friends over the years. Well, when you had friends. Mostly when you were just breaching adulthood in college. To think, that was over fifteen years ago. You shook her head, dislodging the thought. 

There was no point dwelling on the past. Tonight was about you. About what you wanted. It had taken years to get the nerve to try Dark Reveries and, tonight, you were there. 

And ready to be dicked down by many non-human cocks, digits, tongues, and whatever else they could penetrate with.

A conflicting sense of excitement and apprehension shot through you, at that thought. At the back of your head, your ex’s faint insults started to bubble forth. Brusquely, you shook your head, trying to dislodge the thought of him entirely. You didn’t want to think about Henry at a time like this. Absolutely not. This was a night for your sexual exploration.

That was easier said than done as Henry’s voice increased in your thoughts. At your sides, your hands curled into fists, lips pressing tight. It was so unfair, being haunted by your ex’s words after you both had cut ties.

“Hey, you doing okay?” 

You jerked back to the here-and-now, attention wheeling to the stranger who had spoken. 

They were a hulking beast of a person, taller than you by a head and a half. Their large ears, reminiscent of bat ears, made them seem all the bigger. Their sweatshirt didn’t help slim down their largeness, but their jeans certainly fit well to their muscular thighs and calves. 

Sepia brown skin flecked with white freckles. Their strawberry blonde hair hung to their shoulders, a goatee on their chin. Their hair shade matched the fur that sprouted down the back of their neck and - from You could see - along the back of their shoulders. 

Their eyes matched the golden rings, lining the shell of their ear in rows of three. A dark, almost dog-like, nose pressed squat to their face. Faintly, she realized they had tusks like an orc, though smaller and rather blunt.

Though they reminded her of a cross between a werewolf and an orc, you soon realized they were a bugbear.

When you made no move to speak, just staring wide-eyed and not answering, they cocked their head to the side. The movement made the rings in their ears sway. With hand motions you recognized as sign language, they tried again. This time with both speech and sign with their massive hands. “Are you hearing-impaired? I can sign. Are you feeling okay?” 

You didn’t realize you were clutching your hands to your chest, until you felt your hands move. Your hands almost moved to your ears, to illustrate your words, but you stopped yourself. It would give the wrong impression. 

Instead, your attention shifted to the stranger’s furry hands, staring at their black blunt nails. “I can hear. Can’t… um, can’t sign, regrettably.” 

“Oh, are you alright?” They asked again, concern pinching a furrow between their bushy eyebrows. “You look uneasy.” 

“I-I’m just a bit nervous.” You forced yourself to look into their face as you adjusted her grip on your duffel bag. With an attempt at a reassuring smile, which probably came off like a cringe, especially with how your voice refused to firm up, you mumbled, “First time on the dark side.” 

The bugbear gave a nod, voice seemingly reassuring as they asked, “Ah, well, you know the light check?” 

“Red, stop; yellow, slow down; green, go.” You raised your eyebrows at the sudden check, thinking that perhaps this was just someone double-checking you knew the rules.

“And you took the class? Know your limits and what to expect?” They planted their hands on their hips, standing full height in front of you like a teacher lecturing a student. 

You hesitated, considering that you didn’t know your limits, before the growing concern in the other person’s face made you nod your head wildly. Part of the reason for venturing into Dark Reveries was to find your limit. You hadn’t had a lot of kink experience, but you did have fantasies.

One of those bushy eyebrows rose, yellow eyes narrowing on you. To yourself you curse, realizing your interrogator was likely a Reveries employee - a concerned one, at that - as they asked, “Which scene are you going to?” 

Instantly, your lips clamped shut, a mortified heat shooting up your spine and across your cheeks. You looked away from them, trying to make your brain and mouth work together. “Um, the-the forest one.” 

“Which one?” Right, there was more than one ‘forest’ in the Dark Reverie, each catering to different kinds of scenes.

You could feel the whine starting in the back of your throat. It was only pure embarrassment that kept the sound from escaping your lips. Bringing your hands to your face, a mumble with both the setting and attraction sifted through your lips, “Beastly Bandits in the Mountain Forest.” 

“Interesting choice for a first time.” This time, both eyebrows bounced up in surprise. The bugbear gave a shrug as you shot them an intensely curious look. A wry smile parted their lips, sharp teeth on display as they answered your silent question, “Most people try Dark with a one or two partner scene. Not a smorgasbord.” 

Your attention dipped from their eyes to the large fearsome teeth lining their maw. Swallowing down a shameful sort of excitement, you mumbled yet again, “Is that bad?”

“If you’re sure you can handle it, it’s not. I’d just worry you’re trying to bite off more than you can chew.” Their choice of words brought your gaze back to their eyes, a smile on your lips. It took the bugbear a second, before they realized what entertained you so. There were likely going to be certain bits of anatomy in your mouth in a little while, bits that the owners would appreciate not having bitten off. 

With a sigh and an amused twist of their own lips, they rubbed at the back of their neck. “Okay, bad turn of phrase, but you know what I meant.” 

Now, they turned a serious look on you. Your stomach somersaulted as you looked away from them, worrying at your bottom lip. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you should just go home. 

That prospect made your eyes burn, though. It was like admitting defeat. Admitting that you lacked the strength to do everything you wanted, you couldn’t pursue things you had fantasized or diverted yourself with. It was like confessing Henry had been right about you, about everything.

“Look, you don’t need to know this,” you began, still not looking to the bugbear. With a glare, you stare off in the distance, the blush burning hotly at your cheeks. “But I was in a situation that denied me a lot of experiences during my young adult years. 

“I don’t know know my limits, from experience, but I want to find out and I…” You paused, knowing you were rambling and having to stop entirely to get a hold of yourself. Closing your eyes, your racing heart calmed before you forced out, “I’m an adult capable of listening to my own body.” 

After another breath, you hazarded a glance at the bugbear, still worrying at your own lip. They stared at you silently, seeming to contemplate your words with utmost seriousness. Finally, the uncertainty eased from their stiff shoulders. “Alright, I gotta go get prepped. I hope you enjoy your stay in the Dark.” 

After a wink and a practice smile, to which you only managed an acknowledging hum and a nod, they turned and jogged off. Quietly, you watched the stranger bound off, realizing they had a little bear-like knob of a tail at the base of their spine which poked from a tailored hole in their jeans. Embarrassment flashed through you once more as you tore your eyes away.

Worried that someone watched you staring off after the bugbear, you consulted the amusement park map again and forced your way to the designated attraction. Though many attractions were come-and-go-as-you-please, this particular one necessitated an appointment and schedule. Something about maintaining a preferred ratio of employees to patrons. 

If there was space, patrons could come in without an appointment. But you hadn’t wanted to risk not getting in. 

Pausing at the entrance to Mountain Forest, your eyes widened a little. It wasn’t some self-contained set, like others shrouded behind walls. Mountain Forest appeared like an actual forest, though fenced in. As you marveled at the greenery, your feet brought you through the arch of the attraction and toward an employee at a desk.

After an exchange of information and verification of your appointment, the scene supervisor nodded to your left. “Lockers and changing area are that way, ma’am.”

You turned in the direction they indicated, finding a squat building a few yards away. From a glance, it bore a similarity to the locker and shower rooms at public pools.

“Whenever you’re ready, you can go through the door labeled Forest Entrance,” the scene supervisor continued, their voice trained in the art of customer service cheer. “You will have to walk around a bit to find your playmates. Have fun!” 

“Thank you,” You mumbled, offering up an awkward smile to the supervisor before turning toward the changing area.

Inside the building, it was much like what you expected. A quarter of the area was taken up by shower stalls, another quarter by bathroom cubicles. Curtained sections, all pulled open, gave further privacy for people changing. The far wall had a line of lockers, bisected by a door labeled ‘Forest Entrance.’ 

The further in you journeyed, the harder your heart pounded in your chest. This was happening. No turning back. Not that you wanted to, but it still made the apprehension worse.

Feeling a little lightheaded, your feet led you to one of the changing stalls, yanking the curtains shut with a metallic hiss. You tried to ignore the itch of nerves as you undressed. A tingle bit at your palms, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. Your breaths hitched as your jacket, your shirt, your jeans dropped. Trying to disperse the nervous energy, you folded the thus-far discarded clothing and jammed them back into your duffel bag. 

Considering what to do with your under things, you took a moment. Though you quickly divested yourself of the bra, but kept the underwear. There were plenty of stories of favorite bras and underwear being destroyed in these activities. Plus, you had signed a waiver concerning ruined clothes. It was obviously an issue. The underwear, you could live without. That particular bra, however, was one of the few that fit you comfortably.

Once redressed, you took a look at yourself in the mirror. The dress was a repurposed cheap nightgown, which had been little more than an unfitted block of dark blue fabric with sleeves tacked on. You had opened up the neckline with your minimal sewing skills, showing off a wider expanse of your chest and some shoulder. Below your bust, you had tied some fabric in a belt, tucking the ends in for a seamless appearance.

Months ago, you had spent time in local thrift stores, piecing together outfits for your eventual trial run of Dark Reveries. Most of the time, you had just been trying to convince yourself to follow through. Getting yourself excited with scenarios and research.

Now, standing in the changing area, the Beastly Bandits waiting for you in the forest, a sense of ridiculousness swelled for all that planning. So many others just waltzed in and had their fun. You had to make a whole thing of it.

Smoothing the fabric down over your hip, you sighed. The dress was just going to be ripped off. You really didn’t need to put so much thought and effort into it. But why spend the money, why go to the effort, if you didn’t immerse yourself?

*★,°*:.☆:*.°★* *★,°*:.☆:*.°★* 。

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[omg-spy]

please help this is pissing me off

[emphyrean-paracosm]

I know I haven’t introduced Alaric yet. Nor have I ever touched on this idea with Mene but this idea came to me while working on lore. I promise it’ll make a lot more sense once I release some lore posts.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader

Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.

[Second Part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)

You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.

Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.

It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.

"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"

One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.

The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.

Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.

[blueparadis]

when you sit on his lap, legs spread apart from each other, folded and glued along his thighs your dragon!boyfriend knows that it is time for some "instinct inspection" or as you like to put it but he knows that it will eventually end up being much more than that; it always does: either end up him getting hard when you are done or you hurt yourself spilling blood in drops. tsk, what a waste!

but today, it is going to be more than that. . .

"Say ahh," you would order, just like other days, before grazing your index finger against his fangs. At first, it does not grow, you just feel the sharp edge of his fangs on your supple skin. what a tease you are! It grows when you pull away your hand and adjust on his lap for a better grip and angle.

"Bad manners," you would say whenever you spot him letting go of his human form. he even remembers hearing that when he lowly growling in front of strangers who were following you the other night but at times like these, when the whole world is busy, when no one is looking at you two—he can let go of it; that carefully crafted camouflaged self to fool your kind and let his dormant side take over.

"It is just a bite," he would say after sucking your blood from your wrist as he held your arm by the wrist. But it is kind of frustrating, don't you think? how you are sitting on his lap, checking if he has hunted any animals or eaten your kind or not. And when you see he has been such a good boy, slowly learning to control his habits and instincts, don't you think it's a little unfair when you don't reward him? He licks the trickling blood along your hand from up your elbow to your wrist; you can see two dots, fairly distanced and round but somehow it does not hurt.

To think that you would teach him about 'control' and 'instinct', what a naive human being you are.

Even though you are still sitting on his lap, one of his hands holding yours from where he freshly sucked your sweet blood and your other hand is holding his yet you feel something tightening around your belly. You do not stop him as his tail wraps around your body, his eyes slowly getting to glow, his skin changing, shining but before he changes completely you kiss him, kiss him with full might as if you will do the moment your lips part from his.

And when you pull away, he just takes deep breaths and says, "One more time," gulping he adds, "Please," now how could you turn that down even though he has been quite rebellious.

[cosmicstarlatte]

Me: yeah we're tying the knot next week

Werewolf fiance who's never heard that phrase: we're going to what

[chubbyreaderchan]

... would y'all be interested in original monster romances/short stories? With my own characters x reader? Including Yautja and such of course but I'd like to spread myself into some original content to help myself continue with my novel... Maybe an original slasher or orc or vampire?

A take on Dracula would be fun or the seelie court?

[theres-a-body-here]

Having a Minotaur Boyfriend would be so fucking funny

Like imagine crying on the couch and you hear his thunderous, big body SUV built ass footsteps approach you.

"Baby, what's wrong," he says tenderly as he rubs your shoulder.

You look up to explain how bad your day was with tears in your eyes and you fucking see this:

I made a small drabble based on this

[werecreature-addicted]

part one

Fallen angel who can't help but crave sex every moment after you two make love for the first time. He doesn't want to eat or sleep or work, he wants to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt. He's only ever known Devotion, not even as a form of love, but as a way of life, now that he's lost his god he has nothing to devote himself to except for your perfect body and the holy way you cum. He eats you out with the same diligence as he used to pray. He knows your body the way a priest knows the bible. Your cries of pleasure are like gospel music. divine.

He drizzles honey over your tits and sucks your skin clean again, lavishing you with his tongue, teasing your nipples with his teeth. If you're worried that he's not eating enough he'll gladly take every meal at the alter of your breasts.

He feels unworthy when you bathe him, no amount of soap will make him clean again. He doesn't deserve your soft affection. if anything, he should be bathing you, kneeling at your feet, bringing warm water over your body, tenderly washing every inch. but he's not the worshiper he once was, he gets distracted, and he strokes your pussy slowly back and forth, the soap long forgotten as he "cleans" you. He strokes your clit slowly, his breath fluttering as you twitch against the pad of his fingers. He's so lucky to be in the cult of your love, your first and only follower. Normally he knows that people would try to share this pleasure, this sanctum, but the thought of sharing you twists him inside. He thinks he'd kill anyone else who tried to worship you the way he does.

[dampsleeves]

werewolf partner who is terrified of turning around you because they're not sure how much control they'll lack in wolf-form. They make you chain them up in the basement, lock the door, and arm yourself with a gun just in case. Finally the time comes, and you're ready. You expect to hear growling and thrashing, or some sort of vicious struggle. But you only hear faint whimpers. You decide to go downstairs to see what's up, and there you find them, in their wolf form - ears back, head down, looking sad and scared. You approach, and still, no aggression.

After a few moments, you even decide to sit next to them. They lean in cautiously to sniff you, their eyes lighting up as they seem to recognize your scent. They immediately scoot over and lay their gigantic head in your lap, still whimpering and shaking - clearly seeking comfort from you. You expected a ferocious monster from how they'd warned you, but instead, you essentially got a giant puppy. You gently stroke and cuddle your werewolf until they fall asleep on you. Exhausted from all the previous excitement, and not wanting to leave them scared and alone, you fall asleep too. You're awoken in the morning by them - back in human form - shaking you in a panic. They found you lying next to them in a pile of fur, and thought that something had happened - that you were dead. They're glad to be wrong, as you rub the sleep from your eyes. When they find out what all actually happened, they're extremely relieved, but a little embarrassed.

[eruden-writes]

Should I drop Dark Reveries, part 2, now or tomorrow?

Both 2nd person and 3rd person are ready! So make some noise on when you want it. ;P

If you haven't read Dark Reveries, start here for a 3rd person version or here for a 2nd person version!

[20tmblwd01]

Imagine getting fucked by a ghost or an invisible force in front of a mirror. There’s nothing you can do but feel and see your gaping pussy. The best part is that you never know when they’re going to fuck you again since you can’t see them <3