#tetraphilia

[sister-lucifer]

idk i just think that being called “little one” by a giant demonic being while it holds me in its massive hands would fix like 98% of my issues at least

[theres-a-body-here]

I can't stop imagining a Minotaur Boyfriend who knows how eager you are despite how big he is

You gently wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, marveling at its girth as you begin to stroke slowly. With every pass of your hand, more precum leaks from the tip, making the motion easier as his cock becomes covered in slick.

"That's right," he murmurs softly, guiding your movements with one massive hand resting on top of yours. "Just like that… oh yes… just like that…"

You lean in closer to his cock, pressing a gentle kiss against the flat head. Another groan rumbles in his chest as he feels your warm breath ghosting over his meat

"Mmm, yeah…" he rumbles approvingly. "Good boy… you don't have to suck it if you don't want to. Just those sweet kisses work perfectly fine for me.".

Encouraged by his words, you continue peppering kisses along his length, occasionally flicking your tongue out to taste him further. All the while, his hand remains tangled in your hair, petting and massaging your scalp gently.

His breathing grows heavier, punctuated by soft moans that let you know how much he enjoys this.

After a while of kissing, you feel ready.

As you part your lips wider than ever before, readying yourself to take him in, he places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Easy now," he murmurs softly. "Take it slow… there's no rush."

Following his advice, you carefully envelop the head of his cock with your lips, feeling it throb and twitch against your tongue. Each inch that disappears into your mouth sends waves of pleasure coursing through your lover's body. His grip on your hair tightens slightly as he holds onto you for support, letting out a shaky sigh of relief.

Slowly but surely, you manage to swallow more of him until he hits the back of your throat. A choked gasp escapes you as you fight the urge to gag.

But you want him to feel good, and you want to be the reason he feels good. Finding resolve, your hands grip his hips as you get ready to force him deeper inside your throat.

But before you could do just that, you feel his strong hand grasping your shoulders, holding you steady. At the same time, he quickly reaches down to grasp the base of his cock firmly, stopping you from taking any more than what you've managed so far.

"Hey, hey!" he exclaims softly, concern etched across his features. "Wait… wait a moment."

"I appreciate your enthusiasm," he continues, smiling warmly at you. "But I don't want you hurting yourself just yet." He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before continuing. "Let's take things slower, okay?"

Despite his words, his body language tells another story – the tension in his muscles, the raggedness of his breaths, the slight tremble in his legs.

Clearly, resisting the temptation to plunge into your willing mouth is becoming increasingly difficult for him.

Even with his cock buried in your mouth, you still manage to convey your displeasure clearly through your pouting expression.

This earns a long, drawn-out sigh from him. His large hand reaches out to pat your head gently.

Patience was never your strong suit, but stubbornness sure was.

[prettyboyredacted]

thinkin about sum kinda creature w tentacles holdin me down, fuckin my ass w a huge tentacle & slowly strokin my clit w another, jus enough to be a tease but not enough to get me there yk

i want my hips pinned down & my mouth filled up to stop the noises i so badly want to make from comin out. i want them to stretch out my ass, to fuck it deep & hard enough to hurt a little

i want them to string along my pleasure until i’m nearly lost in it, finally speedin up their motions on my clit until i’m close & so badly wantin to tip over the edge. i want them to shove a tentacle in my soaked pussy when i least expect it, sendin me barrelin into the best orgasm of my life. i want them to ruin sex for me forever & then i want to see them eat my cum

[mayullla]

Hello! I would like to join in our event! This is my first time so I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable or if I didn't do this right

🌹with a Yandere Original Character? A surprise please! And the reader can be GN or female anything you want!

Thank you oh and please take care of yourself

Title: Locked in another realm

Character(s): Kitsune (Unnamed character/original work) Summary: You were in love, so in love, till you found out who he really was. Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, (monster) male yandere, general yandere themes, imprisonment

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

Trapped in the yokai realm you looked at the sky. Water flowing down from clouds something you thought that you would never see in your life now as you watched the birds a little too big fly around it. Houses far away from here you watched floating out of thin air in small islands you wondered how free they certainly looked.

Standing up from the grass floor, cleaning up your yukata (a disgusting gift from him but it was far better than draping in gold) from the dirt. You stared at the vast field in front of you. So close you thought taking a step towards it away from the house you were trapped in. Raising your hands you tried to reach for the fields till your hand touched an invisible barrier.

You were trapped in his domain.

In his home in the spirit realm, he placed a barrier just for you. Proven and needed by the multiple times you tried to run away from his hold. "You shouldn't run away like that from your dear husband. What if others misunderstand? Though they never did care, busy with their own lives to care about a human being in this realm." You were too naughty, he told you waving his finger right in from of your face at your after your last attempt from running away.

"Oh dear, your lovely hands had been bruised from banging the wall. Really you shouldn't do that after all that wall was made for your safety. I don't understand why you are so determined to go out."

He knew why you wanted to get out. The sly look on his face as he placed your palm on his lips kissing it as you watched your injuries heal.

It was disgusting in your eyes, everything was.

How his long nails dug into your leg when he finally had enough of this when you tried to get away from having a meal with him. As you tried to leave the room only for him to grab your leg and tell you to sit. When it started to get a little boring, he started to grow ever more impatient. It was only so much time when his patience would run out.

The sounds of wind hitting the grass makes you relax a little. It was fake and an illusion made by him as you were taken away from the human world a long time ago. But it was better than staying in a room that looked just like the house you once lived in. What was once lovely now felt suffocating.

You wished you could turn back time. Time long ago before you meet him. Before you fell in love, if you could you will run. Run far away from him but now it seems that it is too late.

Back when you were innocent and naive, when you fell in love first with his beauty you didn't believe that a man like him would fall for you... would notice you. It was every girl's fantasy after all that a kind young man, rich and smart would look at them and they would both fall in love and make a family.

But you also thought somewhere in your heart that him ever loving you was too good to be true.

But he did.

"Hello." You looked up and your heart felt like it had leaped out from your chest the moment you recognized his face. Seeing your flustered reaction, the man can't help but smile.

Taking the time to get to know you and then court you. You were delighted at first but soon you fell in love, crush to love, so in love with his affections and care. So in love with his touch, and his words of adoration.

An innocent love it seems, something so shallow when you accepted his courtship. Your parents were also happy for you delighted of finding such a fine man who could care for you.

Soon you married and found a home with him. The heart in your eyes was still so obvious yet many say that it was your husband who loves you more. You thought you were lucky for it not knowing that in the future it would only become shackles.

There were a few things or habits that made you question him sometimes when you looked at his sometimes sharp nails, thicker than humans but also sharper. Or how he always knew where you were as if he could sniff you out from the crowd or how his eyes were always on you no matter what you were doing, he was always staring. Sometimes you thought his eyes were like that of a canine animal instead of a circular shape, his pupils would look more like slits of a fox with a golden shine. Or how you thought you would see a fox tail on his shadow even though he himself didn't have one. You were never sure because when you tried to look again they were normal again.

As if they were never there in the first place.

You thought that this would last forever. Maybe you would grow up with him old and wrinkled but still in love and that every single tribulation has been or will be overcome with him and by his side.

You shouldn't have woke up that day and just stayed in your bed than maybe you could have stayed in ignorant bliss. Late at night following your husband when he suddenly left to the forest, you should have just closed your eyes till the sun reaches the sky. When you saw his fingers longer and sharper than before.

Looking back to see so much fur, tails that look like a fox. Your heart dropped when you counted 9 all swaying slowly. The long ears on his head flinching made you frightened as you look at them, taking a step back you didn't see the twig that snapped right under your foot notifying him of your presence.

Your heart dropped when you saw his eyes staring at you, first surprised and feral which quickly changed into shock and understanding. His eyes that you used to love to look at now were gold and pupils slit like that of a fox.

You ran. You ran as fast as you could. You have to get away from here, away from him, away from everything. You ignored how your night clothes get caught up in small bushes, ignored the small puddles you splashed while running dirtying your clothes even more. Tears were in your eyes, was it caused by fear, or was it caused by a broken heart you weren't sure. You were still too confused. Confused about everything.

But all you knew is that you need to get out right now.

But you were nowhere near fast enough.

He caught up to you too soon, flying into the high trees he grabbed your waist and then your hands when you tried to hit him but failed to. You screamed but you were silenced, tears flowing even more from your face as you begged and begged him not to kill you. You kept your eyes shut scared of the pain and you chanted not to be killed but maybe it was better to die. The sly smile he had as he looked at you was both familiar and not, he was not the man you love. Not anymore.

The purring in his body as his tails warp around you to protect you from the cold. It didn't give any comfort at all.

"My dear, you know I would never kill." He told you as he wiped out your tears. No matter how much you moved, how much you struggled it was no use. He had you in his arms.

That night you had to say goodbye to the human realm as the monster took you away leaving nothing.

"Not when it took so long to finally have you."

[gravedigginbbydoll]

The Wolves of Hawkins Wood

werewolf! Eddie x F! Reader

AN: BuT ArEn'T YoU on A BrEaK? mind ur business okay, stfu. jk jk I love y'all. I'm currently just taking a break from Hawkins University AU, but recently got an itch to write this. This'll be a super short little series probably and may contain smut but will mainly be fluff and angst! It will not be updated regularly, but it's just a side project for funsies. Also I will make a masterlist for it later, i swear! It's based off of The Wolves of Mercy Falls (one of my favorite favorite series), and meant to just be kinda cozy but spooky themed bc werewolves? Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: MDNI! possibly mature themes and smut in the future. Werewolves, injury, scars, animalistic violence, depression, identity struggles, near death experiences, trauma, love/ drawn to at first sight. MC is kinda a wolf girl? (i'm channeling and healing my childhood self, okay?)

Chapter One: Valruv

You had moved to Hawkins one winter, the bitter cold and snow new to you. The days consisted of you exploring the wilderness, the trees and snow all new to you. You took plenty of photographs, hoping your camera would capture the rawness of it all. You had wandered a bit too far one day, your foot slipping as you fell off a small ledge, spraining your ankle and breaking your arm. You shouted and groaned in pain, laying in the snow, skin going numb. You must’ve hit your head, the way your vision was going in and out. You felt your vision go black and your mind race. The next thing you knew, you woke up to yourself being dragged by the hood of your coat to the edge of your backyard and the forest. You panicked, trying to sit up slightly, feeling pain shoot up your arm. You winced, trying to turn your head instead. A large wolf with an almost light chocolate brown coat and warm brown eyes holding the hood of your jacket between gentle teeth, dragging you to the edge of the clearing. You felt your heart race but a sort of calmness washed over you. How did this wild creature know where you lived? The wolf soon bounded off, but not before staring at you with intelligent almost human eyes. 

You had received help after that, calling an ambulance with your good arm and letting your thoughts take over. You were helped and warned against being outside near the woods alone when the weather and conditions were not kind. You took the advice with a grain of salt, your mind still on those intelligent eyes. 

After that, you began to sit out on your deck every evening, watching for the wolf. You still couldn’t understand how it saved you or why. You would see the wolf and occasionally it’s pack every so often, a chill running down your spine and your heart picking up. Their howls pulled at your heart, the sound melodic and mournful. You felt drawn to them. You needed to know why.

Which led to you frequenting the bookstore, skimming shelves of nonfiction on wolves. You had so many questions. Why did the wolves here seemingly disappear in the spring and summer according to townsfolk? Why did that one save you? None of the books answered the questions. Not a single one. The weather was getting warmer and you still hadn’t found answers.

You stood in the bookstore at the section you were at constantly, eyes skimming to try and find something new. You had no answers and just more questions. Hawkins itself was an odd town, what with the small population and ever present gossip, a persistent trend of individuals winding up missing. You found a slightly newer book, one with frayed backing and yellowed pages. You smiled at it, clearly happy you found something in the monotony of the usual visit. You walked up to the counter, rummaging through your bag and not looking up, placing the book on the counter. 

“Just this?” 

The low and unfamiliar timbre of the voice caused you to look up, your breath catching in your throat. A tall man with unruly brown curls stood before you, his eyes a warm brown. It seemed he was littered in tattoos and silver jewelry. He wore a worn out Megadeth shirt, the black faded to an almost gray. You looked up into his eyes, feeling your face heat up. His eyes…reminded you of the wolf. You also didn’t recognize the man, which was saying a lot as Hawkins was a small town. You nodded at the stranger, pulling out a twenty to pay him. You felt your mouth moving and heard the words come out before you could stop yourself. 

“Are you new here?” 

He rang you up and took the bill, blinking a bit in surprise at your question but then smiling a crooked grin, dimples appearing. 

“No, I just visit when the weather gets warm. My Uncle Wayne lives in town.” 

You nod, grabbing your book and heading off. Your mind still swimming with questions…but now a small piece was also consumed by the stranger.

The next time you ran into the stranger, you were talking a walk along the edge of the wood, lost in thought. You were staring up at the trees, oblivious to your surroundings. You felt a shoulder bump yours and you flinched, turning to apologize. 

You saw his eyes first, the warm brown tone still causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stick up. You looked up at him in apology, voice soft. 

“Sorry, I was looking at the trees.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head. His unruly brown curls were now in a messy bun, making his eyes more visible. You smelled wood on him…bark, dirt, crisp air, sweet and almost over ripened fruit. Along with something musky and almost…animal-like. You wanted to inhale the scent. 

“It’s alright. They’re beautiful.” 

He stared unabashedly at you while saying it. You felt your stomach twist in nervousness and your heart leap as your face heated up slowly. You grinned and gave a pathetic excuse for needing to go, dashing off in the other direction to stamp down the feelings.

The next time you saw the stranger was unexpected.

You were headed to the local bar in town, clearly tired from a long day at your 9 to 5, wishing you didn’t have to pay bills on top of your Photography gig. You opted to meet a cute coworker here, swayed by his charming smile. But truthfully, all you could do is worry about where the wolves had gone. Where your wolf had gone. You ordered an easy drink, something like a Rum and Coke, and sat at the bar in thought. You were pulled out of your daze when the stranger came out onto the bar's very pathetic excuse for a stage, a red electric guitar slung across his back. You watched as he and group of guys began setting up their instruments. 

You studied him openly, thankful that his back was facing you for the most part. His hair was up again in that messy tuft of curls. He wore a band t-shirt that had the sleeves cut off, his arms on full display. You could see now in the stage light the pretty ink decorating his skin and the chunks and patches of silvery pink flesh that were scars. He had a few on his arms and one on his shoulder. You couldn’t help but wonder what it was from, as they didn’t look like an average scar from a cut or falling off a bike. They also seemed like…chunks of flesh bitten out and scarred over.

You quickly turned to face your drink when he turned around, feeling embarrassed for your silly obsession. Just…something about him was so…intriguing.

The stranger seemed to walk up to the mic, tapping his finger on it before his cheerful and energetic voice came through the speakers. You kept yourself from turning around.

“Heyo, Hawkins! I’m Eddie, this is Gareth, Jeff, and Rich! We’re Corroded Coffin and-” 

Your eavesdropping (could you call it that if he was announcing his presence to the bar?) was cut short when your coworker, Tommy, showed up. He scrunched his nose in the direction of the stage before smiling down at you. 

“Lemme pay for your drink and we can head somewhere…quieter.” 

You nodded, Eddie and his band in the background, but you could clearly hear his melodic singing voice and his impressive guitar skills. You tried to ignore it.

Tommy paid for your drink, grabbing your hand and helping you off the chair, guiding you by the arm towards the door. You could somehow still feel those powerful brown eyes on you. 

Winter was creeping in, winds crisp and the scent of fall fading. You mourned the loss of fall. The sidewalks no longer filled with the familiar crackle of fallen leaves, the scent of apples and fresh rain now replaced by icy sleet and the smell of smoky firewood. But at least it meant you could be provided some comfort by the wolves. 

You had recently started feeding them, leaving out little pieces of meat at the edge of the clearing, watching through the window as they would grab it and run off. You even got to feed your wolf, smiling as it ate the meat gently from your hand and you gently pet its scruff, the smell of the wild woods still in its fur. It was an intelligent animal, and you wanted a way to express your gratitude for the creature saving you. 

However, it seemed your efforts led to more damage than good.

The wolves seemed to be closer to town, and after the disappearance of Chrissy Cunningham and her fiance Jason Carver claiming she was dragged away and mauled by wolves, the town was issuing a hunt on the local pack. The mayor was clearly pressured by the townsfolk to carry it out. The mayor urged people to stay inside as they attempted to drive out the wolves. You felt your heart squeeze at the idea, seized by fear at the thought of never seeing your wolf again.

You stood on the edge of the clearing, hoping and praying maybe the mayor would give up. Maybe the young Chrissy had run away, disillusioned by her seemingly perfect life. In the midst of this tumbling string of thoughts, you spotted a familiar outline in the trees of a wolf, clearly unstable and stumbling. You walked over cautiously, seeing your wolf stumble out into the clearing near your house, the poor creature’s fur caked in blood. You saw the wolf stumble and you felt your heart seize. How could you help it? What would-

And then you saw the wolf lay and curl up, seeming to shake and whine as a muzzle shortened and fur peeled back, limbs lengthening. You stood there, heart pounding as you stared down at the creature- no, the human. 

There on the ground lay a naked and shivering Eddie, curls free and matted with blood, a pale hand pressed against his neck as his eyes rolled back and fluttered weakly. 

[shadowbrightshine]

When I say I want a slime boy boyfriend, I want a fancy slime boyfriend. I want to put bingsu beads and rock beads and different things into him. I want him to change texture so I never know how it's going to feel when we kiss. I want to crush lava rocks in his fingers when we hold hands. I want to help him pull random charms out of his body when we finish a session. I want to stretch his feet out like a cloud slime and drizzle it on the floor. I want that to feel good for him. I want to be able to sink into a boy made of slime, and I want him to be a beautiful and strange man. I want to squeeze him and hear those wonderful noises when I do. Are those noises slime or him whimpering?

Both.

I want a fancy slime boyfriend who's comfortable with experimenting with his body. I want to be able to clap and cheer as he tries out new charms and colors. I want to help him rub in new fragrances and dance with him in whatever new clay addon he wanted to wear that day.

I want a slime boy who can be naked without it causing a scene because he doesn't have a penis. He doesn't need one. He could make one, but I don't want to have penentrative sex, so it's not necessary.

I want a slime boyfriend who wants to try new things.

That's what I mean when I say I want a slime boyfriend.

[rottenmarquee]

Monster orgy where they all take turns with me. All different types of monsters with different abilities and traits. Their cum slowly transforms me into a monster myself. When is that gonna be me

And like we fall asleep in a big cuddle pile after

[idkfitememate]

Imagine a human-like monster with a second set of jaws/a second mouth right where the throat begins and they smoke

But not with the front mouth

With the back mouth

The main mouth is naturally dry so the cigarette/cigar won't be put out, but when ever they open their mouth smoke pours out, as well as always coming out the nose. You also see a faint red/orange when they open their mouth

They can duplicate any limb that moves (Head, arms, eyes, etc.) So they grab you with a spare arm, wrap it around your waist, and shotgun you

(Plz someone talk to me or ask me about this plzzz I’m begginggg ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა-)

[slaptasticturtle]

Yandere Alphabet for David.

David is my werewolf oc

Warnings:discusses death, unhealthy relationship, stalking, NSFW, mentions of self harm.

A is for Agression (how aggressive will he be)

Likes to avoid being aggressive with others, unless needed. Will never be aggressive with his darling.

B is for Betrothed (would he like to get married)

Absolutely, he would actually like to have 2 weddings. One following his darlings religion and traditions, and the other as a pack wedding. The pack wedding consists of turning his beloved into a werewolf, mating, and creating a nest together.

C is for Cruelty (does he torture his beloved?)

Not on purpose. He might cause some trauma getting them to his den and he may be a bit to rough in bed while in wolf form, but he would never purposefully harm his darling in any way.

D is for Disgust (what kind of things disgust him, what things does he do that might be disgusting.)

He isn't easily disgusted by his darling, he can't see any fault with them, but he is disgusted by others when they have to much perfume or cologne. He prefers the natural scent.

He doesn't shower. At all. He doesn't smell terrible, mainly due to his natural scent not being awful, but if he gets dirt in his fur he will just brush it out.

E is for Ecstatic (what makes him happiest)

When his beloved returns even the smallest amount of affection. He doesn't care if it's fake, real, or a ploy to let his guard down; he is just happy to see you react in a positive way.

F is for Failure (when would he give up)

Almost never. The only thing that would make him give up on getting his darling would be them shutting down mentally or dying. He still wouldn't fully give up, but he would leave his darling alone if they break down and let them reenter society to get some mental help. After a few years he is back. If his darling did die, he is doing everything in his power to bring them back. The only line he wouldn't cross is bringing you back as a shell, he needs your personality and what makes you, you.

G is for Goofy (what is his humor like)

He will laugh at any joke his darling makes, no matter how unfunny it is. The only jokes he won't laugh at are self-depreciation. He doesn't even have to fake his laugh, he genuinely finds them funny.

H is for Hurt (what is the thing be does that hurts his darling the most)

Unlike other yanderes, there isn't to many things that are hurtful. The only things would be the day he kidnapped his love, and the fact he keeps them locked up in a room for a year to wait for the night he can turn them.

I is for impatient (how long is he willing to wait for his darlings affections)

Until he dies. He is one of the most patient yanderes I will write.

J is for jail (how does he lock you up)

He locks you in a room in his den. He fills the room with nice furniture and things you like. Some video games, board games, and things to draw with. He also gets you things for your hobbies, will sneak into your old house to get things you can't replace, etc. He spends most of his free time doing things with you. Once he turns you, you can leave the room and have much more freedom. He will later combine everything in your room into his.

K is for killing (does he kill others)

If you do not know the person he wants to kill personally, then he is more than willing. He is more hesitant and will only do it if necessary if it is someone you like being around. He is killing anyone you even slightly dislike or that has even slightly disrespected you. While he doesn't enjoy killing, he views it as a means to an end. Anyone standing in his way of getting his love is a threat that must be removed.

L is for Love (how obsessed is he)

Beyond obsessed. On a scale of 1 to 10, he is an 11. He will stalk, steal, and sneak his way into his darling life. There isn't a line he won't cross to guarantee his darlings safety. He won't spend a second thinking about anything that has no relation to you.

M is for murder (how does he kill)

Typically using brute force or slashing. He doesn't like to waste time, and prefers killing faster than drawing it out. Time spent killing is time spent away from his darling.

N is for nightmares (how does he respond to his darlings trauma?)

He will do anything to help them forget. Any reminder of so someone he killed? Gone. Bringing up something traumatic? He will change the discussion faster than you can blink. Need medicine? Done. Need therapy? He is kidnapping the best therapist in the country and dragging them to you.

O is for Over (what would he do if darling tried to leave)

Before they turned? Carry you back and recheck the cage. No punishment, you are scared and need time to adjust. He understands.

After you turned? Rough night of mating. Surely you left because you were needy, and how can he blame you? It is definitely his fault for not being more attentive.

P is for patience (will he wait until you are ready before mating)

He might take longer than you. A full year is a long time, and Stockholm syndrome goes hard. He won't until the night he turns you. The turning process makes you ready, as it rewires a lot of emotional responses. It doesn't necessarily change your mentality, more that it changes your needs.

Q is for quiet (does he care about how loud or quiet his darling is?)

Not at all. Very loud? While his ears are sensitive, they seem to be immune to the vocals of his darling. Quiet as a mouse? His ears hone in and can pick up even the tiniest squeaks and whispers. If others have an issue with your volume, he will make sure they never have an issue again.

R is for rage (how can his darling make him mad?)

It isn't easy. He flat out can't get mad at his darling. You yelled at him? You just needed to get your emotions out, he understands. You ran away? Well, you are adjusting to your new life. Change is scary, he knows that. He will jelp you through it. You killed everyone else he knows and loves? Well they probably deserved it. You hurt yourself? He will get you the strongest painkillers, and will get you therapy if there is a mental reason why you harmed yourself. He won't hold you to that.

He only truly gets angry when someone else makes you feel bad.

S is for Sex (how is the sex life)

Very animalistic. 9 times out of 10, if he isn't in wolf form at the beginning; he is by the end. He is very passionate and great with aftercare, making sure something cold and hot are ready to eat based on your preference. Will cuddle afterwards, and will whisper sweet nothings all night. Makes sure you fall asleep before he does.

T is for Trauma (how would he respond to anything that troubles his darling? This includes non-trauma related things, such as being blind as that could just be natural. Basically anything mental or physical that can cause even the slightest impairment.)

Any mental health issues like ptsd? He will get you therapy, avoid any triggers, and will avoid talking about the event that caused it like a plague. Bipolar? He reads up on it and learns how to tiptoe around your emotions. Sensory issues? No problem, any texture you don't like is gone. Any food you don't like is gone. Anything causing a noise you dislike is destroyed or dead.

Any physical issues? Blind? He will help guide you. Mute or deaf? No problem, he learned sign language years ago just for you. Missing a limb or paralyzed? He is there to for you. Once you turn those issues disappear anyways, so you won't have to deal with that for much longer anyways.

U is for Urge (does he have any weird urges that others might not have)

During his heat, which only shows up once his beloved is turned, he will be screwing all week long. Luckily the process of turning causes his darling to also go through heat at the exact same time. He has the urge to protect his mate regardless of the threat, even if it is much more dangerous to him than it is to his darling.

V is for violent (what does it take for him to become violent.)

His darling will never cause him to be violent towards them. However if he sees them crying or in danger, all bets are off. He will promptly kill whatever it is that troubled you, out of your sight of course, and then spend as much time as it takes to make you feel better. Other than that, he is a big pacifist. He won't harm anything that doesn't possess a direct threat or need for his darling. He will hunt for food, but even then he prefers to have his pack hunt or just buy it. He doesn't like seeing anything in pain unless it needs to be in pain.

W is for Wrong (does he argue with his darling? If so, what is he willing to argue about?)

Never. He would never argue with his darling unless it was to make them feel better. You think his favorite color is bad? No problem; his new favorite color is whatever yours is. You think his cooking is bad? No problem; he will read a bunch of cook books and ask for your instructions. You find him gross? Yes he is, even if he didn't think he was 2 seconds ago. Do you have any suggestions on how he can be more clean? You think you are gross or ugly? No, you are the best thing on the planet. The universe. He won't stand for anyone making nasty remarks about his beloved, that includes you.

X is for Xenodiagnosis (how does he treat any illness you have?)

Time for a werewolf pharmacy heist. Him and his entire pack are about to rob every nearby store that has any medicine that may help you. Then they are kidnapping the best doctor.

Z is for Zero (what qualities does he lack that other yanderes have)

He has not an ounce of sadism in him. Even if you are a masochist, he will not even pretend or threaten to harm you.

The need to gaslight. He won't gaslight you, infact he hates anyone that lies to you.

The need to isolate you. He is fine with you being with your family once you have turned. He is fine with you going to school, hanging with others, and forming attachments. As long as none of them threaten his love for you, they are fine. The only time he will isolate you is the first year, just to guarantee the night he turns you will go well.

I will be uploading a headcannon list. Send me an ask for questions you want answered, or any requests you have.

[yourneedylilpup]

i’ve been watching hazbin hotel and i’ve never wanted to be fucked by a demon so bad😭

[cvmrag]

MINORS DNI

Cw: non.con, object inser.tion, vines + b0ndage, idk if it counts as bre.eding but seed pods are involved, plant fucking, monster fucking/kelpie (so horse cock I guess), brief breath.p1ay, aphrodisiac/druggedish,

Back at it again with my usual levels of weird. Proceed with caution and mind the content warnings. Reader pov.

Imagine exploring a swamp or marsh your town claimed is haunted by an evil horse spirit. Trying to wade through a marsh thought to be inhabited by all manner of supernatural entities in an attempt to prove the town superstitions wrong

Pushing through curtains of vines and splashing through hip deep water, trying to find your way back out. Stumbling past walls of reeds and staring at impossibly large lily pads

Unable to keep your curiosity at bay when you spot a large field of some sort of pitcher shaped plant on meter long stalks, warm orange stripes catching the light in mesmerizing ways.

Realizing your mistake the second you're within reach of the odd plants and the cup sized openings began stretching towards you. Trying to turn back but feeling multiple plants latching onto your gear and clothing, reeling you deeper into the thicket.

Unable to keep them from tearing off chunks of clothing and your bag until you're exposed from your head to your ankles to the surprisingly strong flora.

The openings start suctioning over your chest, pressing against your neck, one huge one sucking its way up your thigh, detaching with loud sloppy popping sounds, until its finally hovering right between your legs.

That moments hesitation is the only warning you have before its pressed flush against you and your hips are rutting into its tight grip. The tight pressure feeling amazing while it starts gently pulling its pitcher head back and forth without letting up on the pressure.

Secreting what seems to be a sort of sensitizing lubricant from within the large flower head. Increasing the suction around you until you're aching and swollen from over.stimulation, shaking and trembling in the plants hold.

Your pleasure dizzy mind having trouble focusing on the fact that staying in this thicket for much longer will be too much for your swollen, pulsing body.

The tenacious heads latching onto your nipples and popping off one after the other as you begin an attempt to push through the stalks on shaking legs. The suction cups latching and detaching rapidly filling your mind with such a haze that you flop mindlessly to the ground as soon as you manage to pass the last of the sentient pitcher plants.

Eventually managing to raise your head and seeing that you've made it to the edge of a mutant tulip field.

(vines, aphrodisiak, + seed pod insertion past here)

Naked, dripping and trembling you brace your arms against the soft marsh grass, trying to push yourself up, only to feel something cold and unyielding circling your wrists and ankles

Pollen begins to tickle your nose at first before seeming to further cloud your mind when a soft red tulip smears the yellow powder against your lips.

The sentient forest vines begin spreading your now even more pliant body open, legs wide, and laying you on top of the soft flowers patch.

Planting leathery, plum sized, bumpy seed pods deep inside your pliant body. Pushing them in one after the other, each bump popping past your weak resistance making you tremble in its hold.

Filling you with a fluid as viscous as sap to keep it's seedlings inside long enough for them to sprout. Swelling lightly as the sticky fluid oozes further inside you, moaning at each additional spurt seals the seed pods deep inside you.

Feeling a twitching in your belly when the seedlings begin to sprout. The vines take notice immediately and your passed from vine to vine in a dizzy blur and when you're able to refocus on your surroundings you're back in the a thicket of sunset orange pitcher plants.

The large pitcher plant once again sealing around you hole before it began a gentle suction. The sap like fluid beginning to flow out of you and it removed the sap and sprouts while others once again pressed against your nipples.

Your pliant body hanging loose in the vines firm hold even after the last seed slips from your hole. Pollen still clouding your mind and keeping you suspended for reasons you couldn't understand.

(kelpie + horse stuff + breath.play)

Hearing the soft thump of foot falls to your right. Dragging your head up to blearily lock eyes with what could only be the kelpie of the marsh, spoken of around town in hushed tones.

The horse shaped creature was well known for its habit of luring travelers onto it's back so they may be carried to their unwitting, watery grave. Luckily, there are other ways they can transport people that doesn't end in death.

This particular one decides to rescue you from the forest plants by carrying you out of the marsh speared on its cock.

The massive thing slips into you easily after the days treatment. It thrusts a few time to ensure you're properly filled with it before it begins to a slow trot through the dense undergrowth.

Tired arms clinging to its underbelly as it submerged you each time it waded through a high marsh. Tossing its mane and thrusting into you when you tightened around it while struggling to hold your breath with a horse cock buried unfathomably deep inside you.

It simply sliding you off its cock before cvmming what felt like gallons on you. Feeling it pour out of your loose hole.

Watching as the kelpie disapears back into the fog while you wonder how to get back home..

Lmk if I missed a cw

[sister-lucifer]

okay monster fucker hours

i’m such a sucker for big monsters who are just sweethearts on the inside, but also can’t help being horny for their human partner. like little puppies trapped in the bodies of hulking beasts. they want to kiss their human, they want to hold their human and hug their human, but every kiss or hold or hug just gets them far too worked up too easily and before you know it they’re whimpering pathetically into your neck about how you’re so pretty and soft and they need you so bad and please, please let them keep going..

[theres-a-body-here]

Vampire BF in his bat form: 😡

(Y/N): Babe, I'm sorry. I won't yell at you again. Now please change back

(Y/N): *Tries to touch him*

Vampire BF:

[prettyboyredacted]

i’m not exactly sure what constitutes a scent kink but i really love the idea of my partner wearin my deodorant/body spray so they smell like me all day… or them sleepin in the shirt i wore that day

ohh & i love when deodorant starts to wear off & mix w the scent of sweat ugh.

or sumbody usin their grip on my hair to fuck all the way into my throat so my nose is pressed into their pubes so that when i inhale all i can smell & think of is them

& it’s so hot to think about a monster buryin their nose into my neck or armpit or cunt becuz they jus can’t get enough of my scent

[mayullla]

Title: A new house, a new home.

Character(s): Haunted house ghost (original work / unnamed character)

Summary: You wanted to be alone away from your problems, buying an old rustic house you thought that in a sense this could be a new beginning. You didn't listen to the warning signals, you didn't release the house had a life of its own.

Warnings/tags: General yandere themes, fem!reader, near-death experience for reader (accidental), horror elements

You were not sure how it happened... but really was already to late by the time you realized.

All you wanted was time for yourself, time away from family and friends, alone and far away from the troubles and pains that plagued you. You found a home far away, old almost antique and dreary. But it was cheap, the reason why you choose to sign the papers as quickly as possible without thinking why it was so cheap thinking that you were nothing but lucky.

It had flaws sure, when you looked at it, many things were in need of repair or just replaced but you knew that you could work with it and bring the house while not new but in a better state than it once was.

So you did. You bought the house that the past owner was suspicious all too delighted to be gone from his hands. You didn't seem to care much, maybe you thought that he was just an eccentric old man and walked into your new home that needed so much renovating.

You were ready.

Ready for a new life, and a new start. That was all you wish after all… but not like this.

It was normal at first sure you thought that you heard some weird sounds occasionally, sounds of something climbing within the walls, or the doors closing by themselves or knocking on the floor. But you thought that was just some random rat or small animal crawling into the hollow grasp of the walls or the wind shutting the door.

You wanted to change the color of the walls, the wallpaper already yellowed from old age had to go. You bought a few paints and wallpaper expecting that you had enough, but it seems that you didn't have enough pain not having expected to paint the walls three times instead of two coats.

You thought you needed to go to the shop again tomorrow finding it too late to go back now.

When you saw paint cans on right by the door the next day, a little old and dusty it did freak you out a bit as you looked around. You were definitely sure you didn't buy this, you looked around the garden but nobody was there maybe this paint was already in the house but the person had forgotten to give them last time and brought them here. 

You ignored the nagging feeling and stapping on your gloves and wearing a mask you started to remove the old wallpaper on the wall planning on starting the wallpaper process.

Sometimes you swore that the house moved as if the walls were breathing… Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you, you weren't sure maybe you hallucinating. 

Sometimes you felt the room suddenly grow cold sometimes you felt cold wind pass you even when you were inside your room and no windows were opened.

Sometimes it feels like it was going through you, sometimes it grabbed you out of nowhere, it felt like ice grabbed you that often you would yelp in surprise. But as soon as you acknowledge it the cold would disappear as if it was never there to begin with.

You walked out to your porch when the delivery man arrived with your new utensil and kitchen wear that you ordered on the internet. Thanking the man you went back home, you didn't close the door properly having your hands full you were really able to with your foot only but when the door close unexpectedly, you just smiled thinking that you were able to close the door by yourself. 

Taking a cutter you cut the tape to open the box, seeing the utensils you headed to the sink to wash them up. Take the knives and spatulas and such out from the box as you washed them. It was after that when you were drying them when you started to wipe the cooking knives you wondered where you put that knife holder that came in a separate mail a few days ago. 

Looking around you finally found the knife holder on the top shelf, where you placed it there due to too many things littered on your table at that time. You smiled as you reached to grab it, you were just barely tall enough to reach the holder from the shelf as you dragged it towards you, you might have been a bit excited or in hurry, and not really careful when it tilted and flopped to the side. 

Your eyes widen when you saw a knife, a knife that you brought with you from your old home fall off the knife holder, clattering on the shelf, and then falling towards you. You watched as the blade looked straight at you, towards your face. 

You should have moved, yet you weren't able to so frozen in place as fear and panic started to choke you. 

Time moved too slowly, yet you were able to do anything all but squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for it to stab you most likely in your face. You waited to feel pain spread on your face and however... 

Instead of pain, instead of a sharp pain a loud metal crashing sound made you flinch. You hesitantly opened your eyes to see the knife nowhere near you and when you hesitantly looked to your side where the sound came from far away near the fridge was that same knife. Far away as if it was swatted away before it could hit your face and it instead hit the wall right beside the fridge. Unable to stand straight, you slowly fall to the floor taking deep breaths.

Unable to comprehend what happened, only to shiver when something cold touched your face but soon gone almost immediately. Something was here and you can only hope that everything was a dream.

Your eyes shone when you saw your house coming together over the past month or two, cleaning to the wallpaper and flooring, replacing the furniture that can't be fixed, and more decorations to make the place more homely. 

There were moments when you found the house creepy but you thought that it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You were happy to call this place home.... maybe...

You don't know when it started probably a little after the knife incident when your blanket became heavier as if trapping you. It may have been comforting at one point but now it was now too heavy and too suffocating as if it wanted to hold you down unable to move, unable to leave. 

It wasn't only that either, you wondered why the doors were heavier as if rusty when you already swapped them for band new hinges, how sometimes it was impossible to open the window as if they were locked when they weren't. How it takes longer to get from one room to another as if they were stretched yet you couldn't see the illusion.. 

It was strange how you could see food in the fridge when you thought that you have already eaten your leftovers and prepared to head out of the market to buy some groceries or how the mailman never rang the doorbell anymore as you would only see your mail later on the side of your door, or maybe he does…

Yet when you opened the door he wasn't there and your package on the floor right in front of you. It was weird yet you didn't know what to do, your mind was frazzled and confused if not a bit suspicious but you didn't have any proof when you took another glance… nothing was out of place.

How the clothes that used to fit you comfortably, started to tighten as if holding you. How you felt someone's hand touching you when you watched tv. How you felt something was hugging you even tho you were alone. How you started to hear louder creeks in the house or voices too static to understand. You never felt you were ever alone that someone was watching you, that they were in the same room as you.

You couldn't see them, yet you felt their eyes were everywhere. All trained on you.

It was too sudden really when everything suddenly moved when you least expected it, the click of the door locking you from the outside. How each room’s window that you let the windows open for air circulation was suddenly shut all at once with a loud bang and locked.

You tied to pry them open, force them open to get out, but nothing budged, not even the chair that you tried to carry or the vase that you wanted to carry as toss to the window would move almost as if anything that was meant to harm the house your so painstakingly repaired was not allowed to happen. As if it would not give you a way to escape this place.

And for the first time, you felt cold arms wrap around you, unlike the last that would disappear soon after these cold hands stayed.

[blue-velvet-valentina]

How all tetraphiles played as kids....