#tw: teratophilia

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧’𝐬

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Love this dude, and October is getting ever closer. Here’s some of my personalized headcanons.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Smut & Normal headcanons for the Dullahan.

TW // Smut, Teratophilia.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

A fabled; mythical creature in folklore that can be described as a headless rider. Acting as a reaper of sorts: calling out his targets name before they perish.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜/𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜:

First off, how did you gather the attention of this headless reaper? Were you on the brink of death and suddenly fought back against him? Did you manage to just see him behead the next poor soul chosen to be judged? Did you possess his skull? Perhaps you were just wandering and found you; not ready to be judged yourself, alone, scared and cold? Tsk, tsk, that won’t do well with him. You must be perfectly ripe for when you are chosen.

So, the man just wraps his cloak around you and lifts you up in his arms with ease. I’m sorry, you get not choice in this matter. Man will pick you up whenever he likes. You’re kicking and screaming? His grip is like a damn dog with a chew toy. You would honestly hate to feel what he does to his victims when he would pull their hair up with such a grip before cutting their neck clean off.

Man would just plop you off at the edge of the forest too. Unwrapping his cloak from you before just… shaking you off; shooing you away, disregarding of you. The only thing he cares about in this situation is your soul that will eventually be judged. So why should he care about you when he watches from the tree line, making sure that you get into the town safely? Why should he care that he misses the warmth and the intoxicating smell your living body provides? You were a simple soul to collect, nothing more.

Honestly, you were not a simple soul to collect. You came back for more answers much to his dismay. He was(wasn’t) just starting to forget you… but nevertheless he provides his company for you. He isn’t that much of a monster to outright kill you for your curiosity’s, and he’ll either provide some answers or nothing at all depending on the question. “Why did you not kill me?” Silence. “What is your purpose?” You get a short answer. He’s a soldier in his past, what do you expect from him? A full blown explanation? Yeah, right. Something’s are just good to be left alone.

However, the Dullahan is rather courteous of you. He doesn’t get annoyed when you watch him like he should have been. Dullahans don’t like to be watched, but you? He likes you to ogle him, watch him whenever you can. He won’t outright show it or say it, but you have a sneaky suspicion that he does like you to watch him, but with anyone else? They either get the crack of the human spine whip or get a basin of blood over them. A sign of irritation and a possible mark of death for the person. Yeah, you gonna have to calm him down whenever someone stares at him, and this includes you too.

He hates when someone stares at you for to long like, it’s above his own level of irritation. He gets super pissed off, and it’s an automatic death warrant for whoever thinks they can lay their eyes on you. He knows he can’t kill them however, but when their time came? He’ll make sure to make it slow, but in the meantime? He’ll make sure to induce fear into the poor soul.

Please, somehow find a piece of gold and watch how his whole attitude changes. The usual stoic, quiet horseman now a shuffling away from you with long strides, hissing at you and hiding behind stuff, making it look like it was some sort of sibling fight. When you do eventually grant him to be free of the gold in your hands he will be huffy with you. How dare you insult him with such weaponry? He’ll avoid you for a certain amount of time (checking for more gold) before returning to you. Probably giving payback for what you did to him.

Would let you ride his horse that had an uncanny liking for you as well, but only on one condition: to let him sit behind you. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but he likes the warmth of your body against his undead one. Likes to hold you close and thumb at your stomach and lean over to bask in your presence. It’s definitely not because he touch-starved, totally not. Don’t give him that look. He’ll push you in the creek.

Speaking of water, man’s cannot cross running water without having help. So, I mean, you can use this to your advantage, and you definitely do. Sometimes you just like to spray a some water at him from a water bottle for the fun off it. It’s doesn’t do anything much to him, but a tiny sizzle. What does, is that you do it repeatedly. Attacking him with a weaponry he never seen before and definitely holds a new found spite for such contraption. Especially when it blocks him from touching you. He makes a vow that he will hunt down every last waterbottle so you can’t use it to keep him away.

On the more… courtship side. This undead, headless man is rather a hopeless romantic. Loves to invest his time with you as much as he can. Presenting you dead, intact roses that somehow don’t crumble in your hands. Offering you his hand, a soulless skull, and his cloak whenever the chance arises. Even going as far as daydreaming about you. Once again, he’s, was a soldier, what do you expect from him wanting to have a lover to care for? To receive such affection he longed for in the beginning?

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥/𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭:

Dullahans mate for life, so you bet yourself that he is keeping you to himself in any moment he can. Caressing you any moment he can get to you. Again, definitely not because he touch-staved, but because he’s a bit possessive. He doesn’t want you to leave him for some higher power or perhaps something lower. He hopes that you know that he mates for life as he will be absolutely devastated if he finds out you were disloyal with him. He won’t try and win you back either, but if someone challenges him for you? He’ll take that offer to keep you at his side.

Man is quite vanilla at first. He wants to explore you, find out what makes you tick the quickest and the slowest. He wants to worship your body that takes the cold of him so well. His cock warming up within your warm body. He takes it slow, no matter how hard you whine, struggle and cry. He’s testing his boundaries as well as yours. His will top tier here. Nothing will sway and stop him to savor; appreciate your willingness to become his in this moment of intimacy. You are both becoming mates for life after all.

Oh, he would bite the hell out of you if he could. Mark you up and down with his teeth, maybe spill a little bit of your blood to taste. To scar you just a bit to remind you of who you belong to. That you have accepted him as your mate just as he did with you. That nothing shall keep you apart as your souls make a pact with one another. I mean, he could mark you with his decapitated head, but it maybe a lot of work to keep the head up with a hand. So it’s often stored in a very safe place so he doesn’t die on you if someone finds it and smashes it.

However, just because he can’t bite you doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to use his fingers, and man is he a pleasurable horror with them. You’re not sure if you want to snap at him, push him, cry out or even do all three at him. He is that good. Curling his fingers in all the best places inside and out. Knowing just where to make you tick from the first time he explored your body. He gives a deep, phantom-like laugh each time he hears you cry out in ecstasy when he manages to find your g-spot with ease. Pleased that he is doing his job as a mate very, very well.

You know when he throws a warning of blood at the ones that look at him? Well this kinda applies to you. He likes to dip his fingers in some of the blood and trace it over your body. In a trance as he watches the blood seep over your skin and down below you. His own arousal coming forth seeing you covered in it, and it isn’t long before he has you pinned beneath him, moaning out for him. Man definitely has a soft blood play kink. He won’t injure you though for the blood, but when that time of the month comes? It’s a bet between time and his incredible senses.

Sometimes when he gets a bit huffy, kiss his neck; nibble it. Your powerful Dullahan has just become shocked and striked down as horny. Do it repeatedly, mark his neck and he’ll melt into a puddle of goo underneath you. Not only are you showing him that you are wanting to love him and be loyal to him, but you are also showing that he is worthy himself, that you’re accepting him. He will become a little submissive to you during this, but only for a moment. It won’t be long before he gets tired of your teasing and will flip you over and raw dog you, purring almost drunkenly into your ear.

Oh, dress in revealing gold too, if you can, and tease the hell out of him with it. He’ll freeze in his spot, looking you up and down. His hand twitching before he scowls down at you. How dare you do this treachery with him? Tease him with your body that he most definitely can’t touch as you wander about, doing your tasks? He’ll stand there horny, brewing and tentatively watch you. Waiting for any opening you might give, and he swears one day he’ll figure out how to counter the gold, but until then? He’ll wait for his opportunity to dash for you when you strip tease him. You definitely didn’t leave the place he railed you in after having his “rewarding” fill.

Being a creature of old, of course he would want a heir. Thats all they wanted back then in the Middle Ages. So you definitely bet he’ll put you in a mating press and give it his all. Desperate to make you swell with a child that would be his and yours of blood and soul, at your permission of course. He maybe classed as evil or a monster, but he isn’t immoral. He respects your wishes.

Another thing to tease him on is by swimming in the water. As stated before he cannot go through running water without help. So, to have you swimming and away from him makes his boil as well. He can’t get to you without you coming to him or to get something that will help him snatch you right out of the water and take you right on the bank of the water. You’re also going to need help walking which he would be happy to provide you. Definitely not going to cockwarm you to keep his own cock warm.

Run away from him and he’ll take it as a challenge. That you want him to prove something to you like his strength, stamina or something of the latter. He loves these little chases as it proves himself to you, but it also well… arouses him. He gets to see how your body moves and twists away from him. His senses hyper aware of you at all times, and to prove to you that he can provide? He’ll capture you, pin you to the forest floor and claim you then and there. Showing you repeatedly what he is made of, and why he should be yours. You won’t forget it. ;)

[merakiui]

hello! I'd like to participate in your event and check in at this lovely hotel of yours! could I ask for a flower bouquet from Idia? I would like some lemon squares and perhaps sugar stars (teratophilia/monster of your choice or werewolf whichever is easier!) if the latter is off the menu then just the lemon squares is fine. Thank you for hosting this event!

yandere!idia shroud x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, teratophilia, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, implied stalking note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

Beyond limestone pillars twined with verdant strands of ivy, past orange groves in full bloom, and situated in the center of a marble platform raised ever so slightly, the culmination of humanity—a perfect, precious mortal of flesh and blood—sits in slivers of sunlight and brings brush to canvas. It is not the artistic ability that has left such a hellish, frightful creature so wonderfully enthralled but, rather, the nature in which you resign yourself to the arts, blinded by a celestial cloth, enveloped in the natural temperatures that surround you. Your hand is led by sensitive intuition, acutely aware of the colors that stain a weathered palette, and you grant life to marvelous mirages.

It is that same tender, loving hand that shall slay him, should he step beyond his bounds and interfere with the era of human creation. The world, as it has now become, is dictated by categories so studiously documented on stone tablets and spoken freely in the streets and on hilltops by philosophers excelling in all subjects. And within these groupings the gorgon is feared as the fiend and the human, most often, is celebrated as the courageous hero. Idia is neither fiend, nor hero, but for the sake of human comprehension he must be viewed as the former.

Humans are cyclical creatures, bound by schedules and the times brought on by night and day. Despite the routines they subject themselves to, whether out of necessity or for the sake of comfortable pleasure, humans continue to fascinate. Idia was never partial to them, and yet whenever he admires you his opinion regarding humankind brightens just like the far-off horizons you often portray. And every other day when the sun is at its lowest, just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting everything in creamy yellow-orange hues, you stand at your makeshift easel and paint the world as you hear it, smell it, taste it, feel it.

Idia is content to watch from afar, studying you as though you are the most abstract art he has even beheld. Most days, he’s grateful for the cloth that keeps your sense of sight contained, for if you were to look upon his ghastly countenance you would most certainly harden into an artifact lost to time.

And yet it is the allure of the unobtainable that pulls him to your person.

You feel the disturbance before you hear it. He’s standing near you; you're sure of it, and for a moment you halt your activity, head tilted skywards so that you may listen to the one who looms behind you. With a gentle breeze combing through the greenery and the sounds of various animals filling the silence, the atmosphere is rather tranquil. It’s broken by the fast-paced thrumming of Idia’s heart and his nervous, labored breaths. 

Interactions with humans—especially with his most beloved—are petrifying. But he persists in his endeavors, rooting himself to his spot, unwilling to retreat when he’s managed to accomplish this much. His hands hover above your bare shoulders, and for a second he wonders whether delicate, human hands would fit in clawed, monstrous hands. He’s far surpassed the point of no return and so, with shaking arms, he lowers his hands onto your shoulders.

You don’t flinch, but you do turn your head towards him and by some frantic instinct his eyes and the eyes of a dozen snakes squeeze shut. It is not you who will turn him to stone—this he knows well—but it’s the dread that you might remove your blindfold and bear witness to such a grotesque visage that has him shrinking away. 

“May I be of help?” you ask, and your voice wavers in a way that tells of uncertainty, of candlelight struggling to survive as it’s slowly snuffed, of worries laced with underlying curiosity. “Your hands are very…cold.”

Of course they are. He’s always cold. So cold. So lonely. What he’d do to warm himself in your embrace, to curl into your anatomy and feel that warmth between every sugared smooch, to tear the chiton from your figure and place frigid palms upon a perfect, pretty canvas. 

“S-Sorry… Sorry,” he whispers, cursing himself for his inability to speak syllables without a stutter or a hiss. “I… You… I… U-Um, I…”

With this proximity, he can smell the flowery fragrance that envelops your person. Even your canvas is decorated in shapes reminiscent of the most beautiful blossoms. Experimentally, he squeezes your shoulders, claws just barely raking over skin, and you flinch away. 

“W-Wait! I just want…” He swallows his apprehensions when one of the many snakes wriggling atop his head nudges him encouragingly. Another one lowers to your cheek, prodding you with its smooth head. You try to take a step back, but the tiny reptile hisses a low warning and you go obediently still. “I just want…t-to stay like this…a little longer…”

Please.

It’s wrong and many levels of forbidden, but the contact is everything he’s ever dreamed of. You’re a sanctuary—a beauty not meant for a monster—and if he could just show you that he could be your haven, in spite of snakes and scales, you might come to accept him. An impossible fiction, perhaps, but even so it’s all he’s desired.

With anxiety-riddled submission, you remain rooted to the marble platform. Idia’s grown daring now, a hand snaking along the length of your arm to entwine his thin, spidery digits with yours. Your breath hitches; he’d like to taste your heartbeat, feel it between pointed fangs, and savor your every sigh.

Carnal instinct leads him in a one-sided waltz. He presses himself against you, caging you between his arms and the easel, and ruts his hips slowly, awkwardly. He’s every bit as inexperienced in this as he is with the intimate intricacies of human affection, but then it’s the friction and the sound of your quiet, quickening breaths that has him hardening against the fabric of his own chiton. His presses kisses into your neck, stamps each one onto you like a special marking, until you’re shuddering in his arms. Tears dampen the cloth wound tight around your eyes, tracking down your cheeks in fat, salty drops.

“D-Don’t cry! Um… I… Ah…” Gingerly, he brings a finger to your face to swipe the tears away. Another snake nuzzles your arm, and another presses its head to your lips, a forked tongue flicking out to smell the potent scent of fear clinging to you. You whimper, and it’s equal parts heartbreaking and enticing. “It… It’ll be okay.”

It’s a promise. 

Trembling hands take hold of the fabric of your chiton, lifting it to reveal your rear. He’s thought of this moment for ages—though for a human ages could only mean a decade. It feels as if Idia’s fallen at your feet for worship ever since he opened his eyes on the world. 

“I… I’ve always thought about you—about this.” He places his palm upon the small of your back and observes how your spine straightens in alarm. “I think you’re…” His voice lowers anxiously. “R-Really nice…to look at.”

Your mouth opens and shuts, only to open once more when you gasp. His cock curves up between your ass, and he grinds against you with more determination this time, fueled with newfound confidence. Two fingers prod at your mouth and you deny him with a dismayed whine, but then there’s a cacophony of hisses coming from the many snakes on his head and you part your lips slowly. The digits slip inside, and you suck on them weakly, your cries coming in muffled hiccups. 

Idia exhales a giddy, breathless giggle. “Cute… Really cute…” Fondly, he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

If only he could brand this experience into the forefront of his mind forever…

Unless there’s a next time, and there will always be a next time. 

A forked tongue traces along the shell of your ear. He’s smiling a wide, toothy grin as he rolls his hips, searching for that fabled seventh heaven. And perhaps it's a delusion, but he thinks you’re matching his movements now.

Delusion or not, he’ll carve it into his very existence until he’s a sculpture chiseled whole.

[azurexsnake]

Here. Read the tags and if it makes you uncomfy don’t click below the cut or I’ll see you hanged

Snippet of idk what I’m titling this yet

Fem!Reader x Millions Knives

CW: DARK!!!!! DEAD DOVE. Morally ambiguous reader, dom!reader, sub!knives, virgin!knives, toxic relationship, death in reader’s backstory, fem physical descriptions used for knives’ body, body modding (reader has a lost tech detachable dick she can feel through), petnames (angel and princess -> knives)

TW: Drugging (Reader -> Knives), Lethal Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon AF (Knives has an implied soft spot for Reader but…….), Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia), Fuck or Die, Choking, Degradation, Mocking Praise, Sadism, Virginity, implied incestuous feelings (Knives -> Vash), Vaginal Penetration (Reader -> Knives), and probably more that I can’t think of rn cuz this isn’t done yet. I just need motivation

A/N: All the tags don’t apply to what’s actually in the clip. I just don’t want anyone interacting with this piece without knowing the full scope of what’s actually going on.

+20 Content. Ages 19 and under DNI.

[lilaccmilk]

tw: somnophilia, stalking (kind of)

Let’s talk about the monster under your bed. The monster who waits for nightfall because that is the only time he can roam around undetected. In the morning, he’s tried that, you felt paranoid, you thought he was a ghost.

He can’t have his favourite human scared of him now can he? You are the only human that doesn’t need to be afraid. He wants to hold you, touch you, love you, fuck you. He hears all your gasps in the middle of the night as your hands are between your legs.

He desperately wishes it was him drawing out these sounds from you. He desperately wants to taste that liquid sugar leaking out from your body. Sometimes he does. When you’re sound asleep, dreaming about something he crafted just so you sleep peacefully.

He devours you, but still it’s not enough. He wants to touch your soul too. But only when you consent. You’d feel so much sweeter when you’d consent.

But till then, he’ll wait patiently—watching, observing, wanting. He’s nothing if not patient.

[tsuutarr]

On your hike, you find an abandoned shrine made of stone, created to worship a god that has long been forgotten. You don’t know why, but the sight makes your heart hurt, compelling you to tug and pull the vines that wrap around the stone shrine, cleaning up any dirt that mars it.

Once you’re satisfied, you leave a tiny coin offering, before leaving towards your next destination.

You are unaware of the small mark that begins to form on the back of your neck, glowing a brilliant blue.

What you do become aware of, though, is the water-related death that seems to occur around you. Your partner for a project drowned in a bathtub, your neighbor choked on some water, your friend slipped on a puddle and shattered their skull, and other such occurrences seem to be happening frequently recently. Not to mention the rain that has been present constantly these past few weeks – the gentle drizzle somehow feels like little kisses being peppered on your skin, while the harsher rainfall feels like hands caressing you.

You think you may be going a little crazy, but you can’t help it. You try to stay indoors when you can, avoiding any large bodies of water. You haven’t been able to drink water or shower in peace lately, too scared that you may face some water-related death.

Despite your caution, however, you’re forced to venture out due to work on a particularly rainy day. Despite your caution, you end up falling into a large river, slipping on the slippery sidewalk.

Despite your caution, you’re pretty sure you’ll die, the water dragging you down like weights.

When you see the violet glow of four eyes, you think you’re already dead.

But the large hand that cradles your face is too calloused and real for you to be dead.

“Pet,” the large creature purrs, his teeth shark-like and sharp. His voice rumbles deeply like the ocean, his four hands roaming your body. “Do not fret. I am your god. You will be safe by my side.”

[jinkojinx]

:3333

[heartfullofleeches]

"You aren't my partner."

How did you figure it out so soon?

This was never meant to happen. Liu swore to themselves they'd never live another person's life for the sake of love. As horrible as sounds is, they only took your partner's face to drive a wedge in your relationship. It should have been quick. A one and done deal, but the day they arrived at your home- The love pouring from you as you brisked them through the front door.

They just couldn't resist.

Surely, you didn't know for certain. It's all speculation- It has to be. If they play their cards right, they can safely weasel their way out of this. Find another way into your heart. As long as they didn't let their mask slip, there was still another chance.

"What...uh... What makes you say that, Love?"

Inhaling forkfuls of the most mouth watering eggs you've ever had the privilege to stuff pass your lips, you pause momentarily to take a few swigs of the fruit juice your "partner" made for you that morning. Not too runny, not too dry. Just like the juice was a perfect blend between the sweetest of sugar and the fruit's natural flavors.

"For starters...mmm." You lick the crumbs of toast from the corners of your mouth, scrapping the last few bites of egg onto the remainder of the bread left on your plate. "My partner - Well, my ex, couldn't cook to save their life. That, and I'm pretty sure they've been cheating on me for the past month and a half. I was planning on confronting them the night you showed up - man, this is good - but then you made me dinner that was the best home cooked meal I had in ages and the thought slipped my mind."

Your...ex. "I know there's still a lot we need to discuss, but since you're single do you think we could-"

"If whoever you are underneath that disguise looks half as good as you can cook, we can get married this weekend for all I care."

Liu combs their hair over the sides of their face - their cheeks splitting from the stretch of their smile. "I suppose I should get myself ready for our first proper date then."

[dolliestfairy]

Yandere Vampire Men x Chubby!Nun!reader

𑁍 Tw; Stalking, Monster-Fucking, Obsessiveness, Somnophilia, Noncon/dubcon, breeding kink (?), biting(obv), harshy grabbing, blood mentioned, virginity-take, the words 'rotten', implied murdering & religious theme. dead dove. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.

This is a dark yandere fanfiction. if you dont like it then just block me ;) ୧₊˚

୨୧💭 thinking abt yandere!vampire!men who is obsessed with chubby!nun!reader. yandere!vampire!men whos freezing heart is now stuck with you. yandere!vampire!men whos colded heart is melting from fluttering once his eyes meet your plump & round appereance. yandere!vampire!men who eats all the other nuns & peoples who talked down on you. no creature ever should tell you what to do or else he'll rip their jaws off and snatched their ribs open. yandere!vampire!men who wants you to be his spouse, he wants you to be with him forever in the dead life! isnt that sound so spectacular my dear? yandere!vampire!men whos hands likes to touch your big ol thighs while you were sleeping, rubbing them softly up and down. at first it was belly, but the way of where he placed his hands is getting lower as he touch your thighs and later on his hands would touch your pussy and rubbing it softly within his fingers. putting his fingers in the middle of the entrance of your pussy lips. yandere!vampire!men who soon enough is inside you while you're half unconscious. whispering in your ears of how he is your savior and later on you'll get to marry him in the after life in which you just nod while your body is basically served his own. yandere!vampire!men who harshly grabbed your waist and stretch it apart, grabbing it so hard you can really feel his claws makes a pattern of it. it was feeling hurt enough to make you yelp until he start to put his fangs into your neck. pushing through your flesh while the blood slowly came out of the holes where his fangs made. slowing his thrust speed as you felt your body go warm and warm, until your vision start to become more and more blur, when your vision was starting to look white as you passed out at the chruch in the middle of the night where you just handed your virginity over someone or some 'creature' that you dont even know about. as your head and vision slowly and slowly become more unconscious, where you heard the creature muttering "finally, you are mine now."

Those Cold-blooded Vampires Are ;

OBITO UCHIHA, RYOMEN SUKUNA, Geto Suguru, Mahito, Nanami, Sasuke uchiha, VLAD TEPES, Hades, Sae Itoshi, Bachira, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, Mikey, Eren, Jack The Ripper, Kuroo Tetsuro, Semi Eita, Tsukishima Kei, Suna Rintarou, ITTO, Dottore, WRIOTHESLEY, Diluc, Zhongli, Kakashi Hatake, EVERY DIABOLIK LOVERS MEN, Buddha, Johan, Tendou, Oikawa & MALLEUS.

[moyazaika]

indulgence.

m! yandere x gn! reader / nsfw; shadows, phantom limbs, tongues, a degree of infantilisation. stalking && obsessive thoughts. ( mdni. )

beware; for here there be monsters, and this one is hungry.

“oh, there you are, sweetheart,” he drawls, and you feel something wet and slithering against the hollow of your throat, over the drool on your slack jaw and right up to your swollen lips, which part for him in silent submission. “you taste delicious. far sweeter than any cloying nectar.”

“i think i might just…” your back arches against the soft tablecloth he has you laid over, flushed skin slotting up right against an abyss; shivering against the yawning chasm of his own body (could you call it that?) which threatens to devour you whole. through the darkness, you can make out the shape of a man barely-there. pathetic glimpses of the features of your generous host.

“yes…” two more tongues, you miraculously manage to count through the daze of your poor, confused mind—squirming helplessly under the wet muscle as it licks the tears that well up in your eyes, whilst simultaneously lingering at your belly button, moving lower and lower—a hum, “i think i might just eat you from the inside out.”

“ah!” your hips buckle. it’s something cold, and slimy. invasive in its nature, as it slips over and under your slick skin, pulsing with need. “please, please, please.” the string of pathetic pleas leaves your bruised lips like a chant. “please, please!”

and your host, who had let you in so graciously when you showed up at the door of his crumbling manor, lost and in need of shelter, has always been nothing but generous. phantom lips brush against the shell of your ear, as he promises to take such good care of a sweet, lovely, needy human like you—

“sing for me, songbird.”

—and, you do.

the loveliest little sounds just for him, for the cold, wispy touch that digs into the plush of your thighs, holds down your arms so you’re rendered completely helpless to him (it, you remind yourself. this is no mere man) as he paws at your heaving chest, kneading and pulling and pinching. a sort of detached awe. fascination for how humans can be so soft and pliable.

“how utterly adorable.” unblinking eyes look down at you, truly a feast the way you’re laid down on his expansive dining table like one. an unwavering gaze through long, dark lashes, against impossibly cold skin. “you’re so helpless, spread out like this on my table. you should know you’re also incredibly lucky, sweetness.”

“oh, so very lucky,” he grins, flickering before your eyes, shadows lurking beneath the stolen skin that’s wrapped over weary, ancient bones. those lips of his, curling into a crooked grin. “that i only want to take good care of my little human guest. lucky—” you gasp when his nails, sharper than they were only a second ago, scrape and claw and dig into the most sensitive parts of your quivering body. “—that i’m not some big. bad. monster.”

the simulacrum of a man—his facade falls apart at the seams as he has you coming on fingers and tongues with no solid state; shadows that leave you gasping through the wisps that tickle your sensitive skin, against a hand, the lithe shadowy digits willing (eager, even) to pull you past the brink you’ve been teetering on for the past hour; an act of mercy, that has you twitching in all the right places—and coming, with a long, petulant whine, incredibly and completely undone over the palms of his cold, cold hands.

“yes; you’re quite lucky,” he hums pleasantly, when the cold shadows curl against your ankles only mere minutes later, to pull them over his broad shoulders; now solid, like the sharp, greedy teeth that sink into the swell of your chest. his eyes flicker to meet yours, as he bites down. “that i love you.”

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hours later, when you make to leave, thanking him profusely for his generosity, for allowing you a safe place to stay and… taking such good care of you; a lost traveller, in more ways than one; you fail to notice something important.

it comes as no surprise to your host, of course. you’re too soft to be left to your own devices. too sweet and darling.

it doesn’t dawn on you that your shadow is missing.

even as the sun sets, casting you in its dying glow, there is no trace of the shape of your constant silhouette that should be projected onto the forest floor. no mark of your existence, against the marvellous red sunset.

instead, your shadow is entirely separate. no longer attached to you, it follows behind instead, curling around the thick trunks of trees and slinking across the mossy forest floor; following close behind you, stepping right into every step you take, but never quite passing by; and when you find yourself lost, inevitably, it will return back to the crumbling manor you were in only hours before.

it will phase right through the main grand doors and the walls with their old, cracked paint; right besides the being who ordered it to follow you in the first place. a pleased smile on familiar lips, when he’s told the news, rejoicing in the act of ignorance; like he didn’t already know your exact whereabouts in his own domain, “oh, is my little human lost again?”

“very well,” he’ll make a show of sighing, though there is no attempt to mask the glee in his gleaming eyes. “i suppose i’ll have to find them, again. hm, it looks like i shouldn’t have let my pretty songbird fly away so soon.”

rest assured, he doesn’t intend to make the same mistake twice.

he’ll pull on a coat, then. not because he needs it, but because he’ll drape it over your shaking shoulders when he stumbles upon you, once again, ‘completely by chance.’ sweet, helpless thing like you, clinging to him in the darkness of the forest.

he descends the steps of his crumbling manor, shadows parting with every step he takes, a darkness swirling restlessly underneath cold, taut skin. he whistles a merry tune, itching to get all of his hands and tongues all over you again; driven by an insatiable hunger.

and this time, when he finds you (and he will; for there is no way you can outrun your own shadow) he intends to have his fill.

he will gorge himself, like a man long starved, on the feast that you are. oh, you’ll be dribbling down his chin and smeared all over his jaw as he works to drink you dry, and he’ll lick up every last drop. this time, the abyss doesn’t intend to let you go. you will stare into the yawning darkness and lose yourself, just as he has lost himself in you.

humans are often told not to play with their food, he recalls—

—it is a lovely thing, then, he supposes, that he was never human.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Vampire!Kurapika keeps you nearby at all times. His hand always find its way to your hip, pulling you ever closer.

You’re so warm, so soft and he just can’t get enough. All he wants to do is curl up in your arms and sleep with you forever…

He knows that isn’t possible, so he makes due with keeping you so close it’s almost suffocating. Being with Kurapika means understanding his severe separation anxiety.

To Kurapika, you are like the very air he breathes, and when you’re gone he feels like he’s choking.

In his long, lonely existence, you are the only thing that has truly made life worth living.

He keeps you pressed against the wall, his teeth sinking into your neck as he fucks into you like a beast. Usually Kurapika is so gentle, but he’s just desperate for you tonight.

“I love you… my darling, you’re everything to me…”

Just for a moment, he feels only bliss, so warm and soft and fuzzy… you make him feel like he’s floating on air.

And as the two of you come down from your respective highs, he can only softly lap at the bite mark he left, sending you an apologetic look.

“Sorry… are you alright?”

You smile, gently nuzzling against him.

“I am, as long as I’m with you.”

[sinnful-darling]

mmm thinking about oviposition with yan! naga…

mdni !!

cws : yandere themes, big juicy snake man pumps you full of his eggs, dubcon, implied stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping, dacryphilia, breeding kink, rut, mating season, he makes you walk around naked, hemipenes, when i say monster cock i mean monster cock, manhandling, aphrodisiac venom, scent kink if you squint, ribbed cock bc i can, size kink bc im filthy and a slut for that shit, idk how big the eggs are supposed to be so just imagine for a moment with me, naga uses magic to heal your cervix bc he pushes past it to breed you….

“little bunny,” the naga murmurs, lips parted and gazing at you with thinly veiled desire. a shiver runs down your spine at the sight, feeling his large hands pull you into his lap. his tail coils around your waist— the chill of his cold scales seeping into your skin.

“you’re cold.” you grumble.

“i know, bunny. needed your heat.” he sighs in content, dipping his head into the curve of your throat and taking a deep breath of your scent. a low groan escaping his lips. he presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, sinking his fangs into you and gripping your hips. his hands rock you against the plate that hide his cocks, the area in question being pushed to the side as he grows aroused.

“h—hey! no—“

his cocks spring free, the both of them pressing against your stomach and larger than you could’ve ever imagined. your eyes widen, the scent of cortisol coming off of you in waves, causing a frown to tug at his lips.

“no need to be frightened, little bunny. i promise i’ll be gentle.” he murmurs slotting his lips against yours. you cry out in protest as his cockhead presses against your folds, your hips forcibly rutting against it in ways that have you dripping for him.

the nest he built for the two of you grows hotter by the second, your skin flushing and cunt clenching around nothing. the naga grins as he slowly pushes into you, pleased that your tiny human body reacted so quickly to his venom.

“thaaats it, bunny.” he groans, shallowly thrusting into you. “y’gotta let me in, pretty.”

the naga lifts your hips, rutting you against one cock while gently thrusting into you with the other. the way your clit brushes against the ribbed flesh pushes you closer and closer to your climax, your whimpers growing louder in volume as your body melts against the strong, sturdy frame of the naga. slowly, the naga’s cock reaches as far as your cunt will allow, utterly filling you to the brim.

your mind was spinning at how full you felt; you’d never felt anything quite like this before. the naga slowly lifts and rocks you, your orgasm washing over you as his cockhead brushes against a certain spot inside of you. tears burn your lashline at the intensity of the feeling, your jaw agape as the air is knocked from your lungs.

“fuck— s’tight…” the naga groans through gritted teeth. his head drops to the curve of your neck, lapping at your sweat-slicked flesh between grunts and groans. he screws his eyes shut as he ruts into you, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. the naga leans back, gazing up at you with a softness, his forked tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.

“bunny,” the naga breathily groans, “feels s’good.”

all you can do is whine in response, your mind melting from the overwhelming pleasure, the feeling sending jolts of electricity down your spine. “p—please! need more…!”

“such a greedy little thing you are.” the naga grins, but picks up speed nonetheless. the pace has your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your cheeks, your mind melting into a pleasant mush. your thighs shake as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten again, one of the naga’s shafts bumping and grinding into your clit.

your gummy walls clench around the naga’s cock, forcing a throaty groan from his lips. his lashes flutter with ecstasy as his cock twitches inside of you, his quiet noises rising in volume — becoming breathy and whiny.

“little bunny — i’m gonna cum…” the naga groans, his thrusts growing sloppy. “cum with me… need’ta feel you cum again.”

he heatedly slots his lips against yours, groans and whines echoing throughout your shared nest as his kisses trail the expanse of your throat. his touch leaves a trail of fire, your cunt pulsing as you grow closer and closer to the edge.

“bunny — please…. cum with me! cum with me!” ropes of cum spill from the naga’s cocks, simultaneously filling you to the brim and staining the soft flesh of your stomach. he continues fucking into you, the way his shaft bulges inside of you forcing an orgasm to wrack your body.

your eyes roll back, your thighs trembling as your vision blurs with tears, the naga releasing a throaty groan. “that’s it, little bunny. just let go f’me…”

“s’gonna hurt a bit, darling…” the naga warns before his cockhead forces its way past your cervix, blinding pain erupting from your lower half. your fingers dig into his shoulder, a shrill cry erupting from your lips.

“i know, little one… just a bit longer. you’re doing so good for me.”

an egg the size of a tennis ball is planted in your womb, heavy and warm. one after another, the naga fills you with his eggs before slowly, carefully removing himself and brushing away your tears with the rough pad of his thumb. you feel unbearably full, unable to forget the pain from the intrusion. the naga’s eyes soften at your tears, his palm reaching out to gently cup your stomach — just above where your womb would be. a soft light shines from his hand, the scent of rain and moss attacking your senses as the pain ebbs away.

the naga wraps you in his tail, tenderly pressing your head to his broad, sturdy chest as he plants a small kiss to the crown of your head. with a flick of his hand, the naga cleans you up, the fragrance of his magick and the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep.

[vilsoo]

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fandoms: jujutsu kaisen, spiderman atsv, fnaf, re4, codmw2.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

ㅤ ↓ 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 (𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓) ↓

FRIDAYS🩸 we welcome our fellow monster fuckers into this territory! deadly creatures preying on their victims, serving their lustful fantasies with wild, animalistic urges! your arousal and fear may provoke them further, so beware of the woods…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟒𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ❞ starring GHOST!LEON KENNEDY (re4)

who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead… and ghosts?

⚠︎ CW: mentions of stalking, slight ooc leon, angst, hurt/comfort, haunted vacation home, voyeurism, paranormal activity, sex with a ghost, gentle → rough smut, mirror sex, switchy!leon, 1980s setting.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring WEREWOLF!MIGUEL O’HARA (atsv)

during the bloodmoon on halloween, your werewolf boyfriend feels a rapacious urge to knock you up.

⚠︎ CW: established relationship, miguel in heat, rough sex, soft sex, marking, biting, possession, breeding, knotting, impregnating, degrading/praising, power struggle, multiple orgasms, 1980s setting.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 ❞ starring RYOMEN SUKUNA (jjk)

a camping trip you planned with your friends turns out to be a total nightmare, all caught on camera…

⚠︎ TW: suspense, horror/thriller themes, gruesome murder, gore, ritual sex, demon sex, satanism, sadism, betrayal, teratophilia, size kink, double penetration, plot twist, ib the blair witch project (1999), 1980s setting.

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SATURDAYS 🍷 the depths of hell fall on this dark and gloomy city bound to corruption and sin, known as the devil’s playground! lurking within the streets beholds the prurient reigns of terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❞ starring NANAMI KENTO (jjk)

with you and your boyfriend being a regular at this fancy restaurant, the owner became very fond of you…

⚠︎ TW: cannibalism, chef/restaurant owner nanami, poisoning, murder, infidelity/cheating, eventual smut, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, dark obsession, slight stalking, gore, mutilation.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ❞ starring WILLIAM AFTON (fnaf)

as the new intern and your boss developing a dark obsession over you, he feels the need to corrupt you…

⚠︎ TW: dubcon, mind control (glitchtrap virus), sadism, murder, psychological abuse, manipulation, predator/prey dynamic, implied age gap, degradation, eventual rough smut, mentions of vanny mask.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟔𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring CHOSO (jjk)

accidentally bringing a girl back from the dead may have been horrifying, but falling in love with her..?

⚠︎ CW: horror/romcom themes, implied necrophilia (NO intercourse), college au, accidental ritual, romance, mentions of murder, suggestive smut, inspired by lisa frankenstein (2024) and corpse bride (2005).

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FOR OUR HALLOWEEN SPECIAL . . . not only are you immersed into the stories of our attractions, you get the real experience of being a parkland guest having a fun time at Horrorland with friends! but as thrilling as it all sounds, there are many scandals and articles of what really goes down…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟑𝟏: ❝ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋? ❞ HEADLINE: PARKLAND VISITOR CAUGHT HAVING INTERCOURSE WITH A SCARE ACTOR!

flirting has become a common fear response when encountering hot masked scare actors chasing you at halloween events. this scandal covers a parkland visitor fawning over the hot scare actor in the Deathgasm haunted house, König, resulting in them flirting and sneaking off together…

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⚠︎ 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⚠︎

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐎 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. please do not steal my kinktober prompts/works/themes! reposting any of my works outside tumblr that minors can access is strictly prohibited. will be cross posted on my ao3 soon.

[typewritersensuite]

𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐨'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞

{♡Word Count: 1k+♡}

{♡Warnings: dubcon/monster fucking/pretty tame monster fucking/big ol' cock/size difference.♡}

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♡At first it was small things you noticed: a small bird singing to you as you went grocery shopping, a strange dog always watching you in the distance when you were in the woods, a cat walking alongside you as you went home.

♡You didn't think much of it, just that animals were strange and that maybe you smelt like some kind of pet food. Which resulted in you throwing your perfume out and getting new ones.

♡But of course, the issues wasn't solved so you decided to live with it. Almost seeing yourself as an animal whisperer.

♡Then one day, a mangy, stray dog was sat on your doorstep and it gave you a big puppy dog eyed look and that was it. You took it in.

♡Little did you know what the trickster had in store for you...

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♡Whenever you left though is when Luca (what you called you precious companion without knowing the monster that disguised itself beneath the fur.) went rampant.

♡He was finally in your space. Surrounded by your scent, your things, you. It was heavenly.

♡He would often revert back to his normal form, a seven foot tall monster with a pale white skull and large horns curving out. He was tall and muscular covered in hair and a cloak. A pair of bright red eyes peering from behind his animal skull.

♡His hulking form would walk around your house, taking in every aspect of you. Noting down what you like as he prepared to take you back home. His home.

♡But the best part was being able to wrap a pair of you cute and delicate panties around his thick and throbbing cock.

♡It was all he could do at the moment, wrapping you panties around his foreskin before pulling it down and smearing precum along the panty line. All while he huffed in your scent through your panties that sat on his strange face.

♡Every time left him feeling good, but it left him wanting more. Needing more. Needing your cute, tiny, little pussy wrapped around his big cock taking him and accepting him as your mate.

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♡Soon, though, it began to get worse.

♡You noticed that your panties were soaked in strange substances, even some of your clothes. The worst was your pillow.

♡You didn't understand. Maybe it was Luca? But it couldn't be, he was a good dog. He sat and listened to everything you said. He would cuddle you and protect you. He was just a good dog.

♡Until he wasn't.

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♡When you came home from work, you neighbor had warned you about seeing a ghost or a demon walking around your house. You simply shook them off and reassured them that it was fine. They were old and you just assumed it was there eyesight.

♡But when you entered your house, there, sat on your sofa, it was.

♡A hulking mass off horror with his legs spread and a large cock throbbing as his claw like hands moved up and down it in a fast rhythm.

♡But before you could scream out in terror or run away, he was on you. His form draped over your figure and his large cock between your thighs thrusting desperately.

♡"P...lease." Its' deep voice echoed out, almost like a rumble and you felt terrible for getting wet over the noise.

♡A sniffing noise sounds then, followed by a deep dark growl. "You want this too." It hisses.

♡And before you can deny it, it has your clothes torn off and you pinned to the floor. Its' skull buries between your thighs as a long tongue slithers out and immediately begins to feast on your dripping wet pussy.

♡As it laps eagerly at your drippy cunt, it grows. Its' claws digging into your thick doughy thighs. Its' red eyes shining with delight at your moans. "So...good...mate...like the...rivers of...heaven..." It coos out to you before its' tongue circles your clit, bullying it before you cum, making you arch your back and grab onto its' sturdy horns.

♡A deep growl leaves its' chest again as it climbs up your body, its' huge size making you seem tiny. And its' large cock looking almost impossible to fit inside you.

♡Before you could protest again, its' long tongue covered in your juices is down your throat, kissing you in the most lewd way as its' cock nudges in between your folds. And then with a harsh push of its' hips, its' cock fills you. Fully. Completely.

♡Your eyes roll back as a second orgasm wracks through your body just from the pure stretch of the monsters cock.

♡A whimper leaves its' throat at the feeling of your tiny pussy clenching, clinging to his cock.

♡It pulls its' tongue out of your throat, listening to your moans and whines. Instead now lapping at your neck, preparing to mark you as his forever.

♡You can't stop the babbles of desperation leave your voice as its' cock massages your walls so perfectly. It was so filling. So right. Every thrust tickling your g-spot and brushing against your cervix.

♡The smell of sex permeates the air as his heavy balls slap against your ass, his furry body almost draped over you and rubbing delightfully against your clit.

♡The fur on his thighs were dripping wet from your pussy and you could feel the knot untying in your stomach again.

♡This felt right. This creature... It felt like home. Like its' growls were singing praises on your name and its' movements were bringing you home.

♡You squeal as you cum on his dick again, and as a growl echoes through the room, you feel his cock twitch and spill his seed deep inside you.

♡An agonising pain is felt in your neck as it sinks its' teeth deep into your neck. Claiming you as his.

♡It lifts you up onto its' thighs, clinging to you. It sings praises and softly strokes your back being mindful of its' claws.

♡As you stay in your hazy state, the monster gently laps at the bite mark trying to ease your pain. But you see it. The connection between you two. The way you were written in the stars and how it had waited for you. Searched for you and found you.

♡You were finally home. And you were finally his.

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[azurexsnake]

Double naga dick on the brain send help

[lilaccmilk]

Ok but NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who is just absolutely obsessed with you. Your scent, your voice, you body, infact everything about you is driving him crazy and he just can't wait to be inside you.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who pounds into you as if it's his first and last time (though he fucked you just the night before)

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who can't help but go feral over how tight your cunt feels. And fucks every thought out of you.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who is not satisfied with just one round. He needs atleast 3-4.

NEEDY! WEREWOLF BF who then walks around the house with his knot in you.

[tsuutarr]

OMG THAT GOD OC YOU DID TODAY?

i love him sm

(Jealousy headcanon whennnn???-)

(aw im so happy you like him! also, ty for the request, I love jealousy hehe)

Some general jealousy headcanons:

This god is an extremely jealous god, so he'll get rid of anyone who dares approach you. His sense of morals are very skewed, especially since he deems himself superior to humans, so he doesn't see anything wrong with killing the people around you. Why should a killing a few flies matter?

He's also a control freak. He needs to know what you're doing at all times. He has control over water, so he can basically see what you're doing at all times via rain and other bodies of water (though those bodies of water have to be somewhat sizeable).

Extremely clingy! He likes carrying you around -- it makes him feel happy to have you near him. He'll also basically do everything for you. Hungry? He'll feed you himself, bringing the food to your mouth. Want some fresh air? He'll carry you everywhere you want to go, but there's no way you're walking on your own two feet. Bored? He'll do anything to cure your boredom, but every activity has to be done with him. He hates the idea of him potentially missing out on hanging out with you!

He HATES secrets being kept from him. He'd never hurt you (since he loves you too much), but if you make him too mad, he'll lock you up in a cute little cage for a bit. Just until you learn your lesson.

Anyway, once you're in his grasp, good luck trying to escape. You're probably not going to be able to, not with how strong + possessive + obsessive he is. Also, it's better to stay with him, anyway -- he might kill too many people in a fit of jealousy.

Story specific jealousy (aka the small scenario in his pov. Kind of??):

Ever since you've reawakened the forgotten god by cleaning his shrine and making a small offering, the god couldn't help but be obsessed with you.

His powers allow him to see things through water, so he made constant downpour occur in your area, just so he can see what you're doing.

But -- why are there so many people around you? Why are you laughing at them? Why are they allowed to touch you when he can't? It makes him feel like ripping things apart.

So, he does: he gets rid of any person that gets too close to you -- any person that talks to you.

As the days go on, he's half-tempted to flood your area to drag you to him. He's getting tired of those peasants hanging around you when you're too far for him to touch. He's so, so envious of those that can be close to you.

Luckily for him... you end up falling in the nearby river, before he even has to do anything. Being able to finally touch you makes his heart soar <3