Request: Tentacle Monster Husband x Chubby Reader x Sub Human Male Butler: So the Reader and Tentacle Monster are married, but because he usually spends so much time in the shadow nobody ever believes that the Reader is married. So maybe one day the Reader gets called in to their kids school and the principle and teacher are like we would like to visit your home and ensure that every thing is okay (maybe her child has said somethings that have like concerned the school staff), so when the Reader gets home from the meeting and tells her husband what happens they try to come up with a plan to have somebody pretend to be the Readers husband, that’s where they come up with the idea to “employ” the new shy butler that they hired. SO skipping past the meeting that happened (all went well), the Reader and her Husband can’t spot think about how cute the new butler is. So on and so forth and smut ensues and they will be one big happy family.
The husband and the fake husband
Shadow-monster x male!human x chubby fem!reader || dom/sub dynamic, sharing is caring, tentacles, fluff, praise kink, double penetration, anal sex
“We might be in trouble,” is the first thing out of your mouth when you get to your house, where your shadow-monster husband is pacing up and down and creating all kinds of darkness across the walls. In any other circumstances, it would be a beautiful sight, but right now, with the school threatening to get social services involved, he’s a bit on edge. And so are you.
He stops dead in his tracks, looking at you with utter confusion. You can understand the sentiment. “What? What happened?” He questions, his shadows quivering in frustration behind him.
“So, they don’t believe I’m actually married, and they think I might be having some kind of affair that’s fucking up with our son’s mind.”
His shadows move faster, he’s clearly agitated, and you are panicking, too. “What the fuck? Why would they think that?” He asks out loud. Which is not the calming conversation you need right now. The furthest from it, to be honest.
But you try to explain either way. “Well, because you never show up and I- Anyway, it doesn’t matter. The thing is that they are coming in an hour to check on the house and my husband and it’s not like you can exactly show up and show them, so I don’t know what to do and I’m stressed and we might lose our kid and I-” You are rambling, panic rambling at that.
Your husband stops in front of you, his tentacles wrapped around your middle and his head lowering until his forehead touches yours. “Okay, we can figure this out. Everything will be okay,” he tells you, hand on your chest and urging you to match his breathing. That does help, and you hug his middle, trying not to cry.
“I might- I might be able to help,” a soft voice says behind you.
You turn around to see your new butler, or more like the one who does everything. You hired someone to fix all the little imperfections in your house and keep everything in order, as per your husband’s request to keep some stress off your shoulders.
“And how do you plan to do that?” Your shadow-monster husband asks, a hint of amusement in his tone when the human in front of him squirms on his feet.
He’s so fucking cute you want to put him to his knees and ravage him. And your husband wants that, too. You’ve talked about it a lot. Especially when his tentacles are inside of you and he’s dirty talking on your ear, sounding all hot and bothered by the thought of making you and the cute human submit to him.
“I could pretend to be your husband,” he rushes out, face all flushed.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. You stare at the human, and then at your husband, and back at the human. “It could work,” your husband finally breaks the silence.
And just like that, you got yourself a fake human husband thanks to your shadow-monster husband.
Luckily for all of you, the meeting with the school goes seamlessly. Your kid is with his grandparents, and your relief is so apparent that when you fall back onto the sofa you almost groan out loud.
Your shadow-monster husband appears at your side instantly, his shadows wrapped around your body and squeezing until you feel him everywhere. That is enough to make you groan out loud, which causes a bit of a butterfly effect.
Your husband squeezes around your body, you groan, and then the other human in the room groans in response, so loudly you turn around to look at him with your mouth half open.
“What was that?” You ask, your smirk already growing.
You can feel your husband’s shadows creeping under your clothes, his eyes never leaving the cute human in front of you two. “Do you see something you like, little human? Do you want my wife? Is that it?” He gulps audibly and you giggle. “Come on, don’t be shy. I know you desire her.”
“That’s- that’s not-” He stutters, face bright red and erection obvious in his slacks.
“Oh, so you want my husband, then?” You ask, feeling cheeky while you lick your lips, already thinking of how good it could feel to have both of you inside. You can feel your panties getting damp while your husband’s tentacles rub your clit over your clothes.
“I- I- I want you both!” He exclaims, almost surprised by his own statement.
You can feel your smirk growing as big as it gets, your cheeks hurting a bit. And your husband’s tentacles get friskier, slipping inside your panties and making you moan while you see some of them approaching the human male in front of you.
“Is that it? And what if I tell you we want you, too?” Your husband asks, voice rough and heavy, tentacles curling around the other human’s calf and going up and up, stopping right over his erection. “Is that what you want? You want to be fucked by us? I need your consent right here,” he orders, his tone guttural and sexy as fuck.
The human male swallows and nods, then rapidly says out loud, “Ye- yes! I want that. I want both of you.”
“Good boy,” your husband praises and you and the other human moan in unison.
Then everything goes dark and you feel your big body being manhandled at the same time you hear another human letting out a squeal. You feel like you are floating before your body hits a soft mattress and your clothes are ripped off your body.
You are trying to process it when your husband’s shadows disappear and light washes over you… Just in time to see the other human next to you, naked and panting already, some of your husband’s shadow-tentacles curling around his arms and legs and holding him there, looking like your next snack.
“What should we do with him, my pretty wife?” Your shadow-monster husband asks, tentacles helping you to a sitting position, some of them caressing your skin softly.
“I want his dick,” you tell him, crawling towards him and climbing on his lap. He squirms under you and you smirk at him, running your nails over his chest and abdomen until he moans. “Doesn’t he sound pretty when he moans like that?” You ask your husband over your shoulder, where he’s perched and smirking down at you, pride written all over his features. He loves when you get dominant like him, especially when you have a pretty sub to control under you.
“He really does. I bet he sounds even better when my tentacles are inside his tight asshole and you are bouncing on his cock. Doesn’t that sound just perfect?”
He’s asking you, but there’s a hint of doubt to it, eyes fixated on the man under your body, who is open-mouthedly staring at you two interact. His dick is visibly throbbing, and you’d bet your fortune that he’s loving the hint of degradation of talking about him without acknowledging him at all.
“I think he’d love that,” you tell your husband, one of your hands reaching down to grab the human’s dick and jerking him a couple times. Much to your delight, he whines, hips arching while he tries to fight the restrains without success. “Mmmm, he sounds so good already. I love my men vocal, you know? I bet I can make you do it louder. I bet I can make you scream if I wanted to,” you tell him.
He squirms under you, his voice getting high-pitched when your husband’s tentacles curl around his balls. You can’t see below that, but you are pretty sure your husband is playing with his hole already.
“Are you ready, my pretty wife?” Your husband whispers against your ear, and you nod with a sigh of pleasure.
His tentacles are on your clit, rubbing just the right way to send you into a spiral of desperation and desire. You let out a cry, your husband’s tentacles on your hips, helping you down and holding the human’s dick as you slowly lower yourself on it.
You are dripping wet already, and the second you roll your hips around his tip, he lets out the most pitiful sound ever, making you grin down at him and letting all your weight fall down at once. He screams and you giggle, rolling your hips, teasing him and yourself while you hear your husband grunt behind you.
You look over your shoulder, your husband is biting his lip while his tentacles dance around him like a mesmerizing courting ritual. You arch your back to kiss him, and he devours you completely, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow while he grabs your hips and starts bouncing you on the human’s dick.
“Ple- Please! I’m about- I’m about-” The human is stuttering, his voice high-pitched and pathetic.
You two break the kiss, sitting down on his dick and stilling your movements. “Aww, look how cute he is!” Your husband says, his tentacles groping your sides, your tummy, your boobs… You are not too far away from coming yourself. “Do you want more, human? You you want to know how it feels to be fucked by a shadow monster?”
You don’t know what your husband is doing under your body, but you can feel the caress of his tentacles while he moves them against the human’s hole.
His voice is choked when he responds: “YES! PLEASE!”
And then there’s no more playing games. Darkness surrounds both of you humans again, your husband enveloping all of you while he pushes his tentacle inside the cute human under you.
There’s tentacles everywhere, there’s sensations all over your body, inside and out, and you are about to lose it. Then the tentacles close around your waist, and he starts moving you, bouncing you on the human’s dick while he continues fucking him with his tentacles.
You can only see darkness and the face of the human. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open in a silent scream. He’s sweating and letting out those tiny sounds that are driving you insane.
But you aren’t in control of your pleasure, and neither is he. The only one controlling this situation right now is your husband, who is playing with you two like you are his toys. And it’s intoxicating in the best way possible.
“You two look perfect. Such good humans for me. The prettiest of toys for me. Are you going to come? Are you going to fill my wife? And you pretty wife, are going to come all over him?”
Your response is nothing but a broken cry when the tentacles on your clit start rubbing with intent. The human under you is no better, eyes rolling back into his head when your husband starts thrusting harder, the whole bed moving with the force of it.
You feel the second he comes, the warmth inside of you scolding hot while your own orgasm throws you off balance, almost face-planting onto his chest. But your husband catches you, helping you milk your own pleasure on the human’s dick while he cries and cries and cries because your husband is hitting his prostate like his life depends on it. You barely hear your husband coming behind you, his tentacles squeezing around your body and his soft grunt the only alert you get before everything turns fuzzy.
It takes a while for the three of you to catch your breath, whole body still shaking with aftershocks. “That was fun,” your husband says, clearly amused while he pants next to you, the room filled with light now that he curled his tentacles around the both of you in the warmest cuddle possible.
You giggle, hitting him in the chest. “Stop being an asshole, it was fun.”
The human makes a little sound, and you two look at him, who is still red and trying to catch his breath. “That was… wow.”
You exchange a look with your husband and he nods once, kissing your cheek. “So… Would you like to do it again?” You ask the human, a hint of hope in your tone.
“And again, and again, and again?” Your husband adds, smirk as big as it gets.
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Fem!human x Masc-monster!reader (left out most descriptors so you can fill in however you want both parties to look)
Contains: childhood friends separated, desperation, mate bond, cum inside
You were lounging at the entrance of your cave, where you are most days when you weren't hunting or sleeping. It was pretty boring usually. Today was different though. You hear some leaves rustling and your head immediately pops up from laying down. Your eyes scan the trees for a moment as you search for the source. A moment later you spot it, a beautiful young woman walking through the trees. You don't recognize her immediately, but that scent. You'd recognise her scent anywhere. It's been so long since you've last seen her.
Without a second thought you jump up from lounging and make your way towards her. As you get closer you can make out her features. It seems you both have matured quite a bit. The last time you saw her was when you both were kids. You two had met up basically every day and played for hours until her parents called her home. Shes beautiful now, like a goddess walking through the forest around your home.
When you make it over to her the peaceful beauty disappears. The moment her eyes land on you, they widen with fear. A scream tears from her throat. The sound hurts deeper coming from her than anyone else. You two were so close, playing daily as kids. There was one day she just stopped visiting. You assumed her family realized where she was going and told her horror stories to keep her away. It seems you were right. You take a step back, trying to shrink down your large frame to appear less terrifying.
She shakes her head in response, staring up at you like shes about to have a heart attack. "Dont. Dont call me that" The quiver in her voice causes a pang in your chest. You want to reach out and comfort her, to hold her
"Wait, sunflower." The nickname comes out easily, just as it had before. You started calling her that because of how bright and playful she was.
"Do you remember me?"
"I know what you are."
You pause, staring down at her with a hurt expression. Slowly you lower yourself further, making it so you're eye level with her. Your voice comes out lower, quieter. "But do you remember me?"
Her body tenses visibly as you lean down, but it seems like your gentler tone relaxes her. She finally meets your gaze and holds it for a while. That fear in her eyes slowly starts to fade. "Yes." Her quiet response feels like it was the most painful thing to say.
A low whine comes out of you and you have to hold back from moving closer. "I missed you."
It's almost imperceptible, but you can see the fear completely disappear when she hears that lonely whine. You finally lean forward and lightly nudge your face against her shoulder. You feel that tension again for just a moment before she relaxes.
"All those stories," You feel a hand hesitantly find your back. Without a thought you lean into the touch.
"meant to scare." You respond softly as your strong arms finally wrap around her. You completely bury your face in her neck, breathing her in while you hug her tightly. Her scent fills your nose, warm and comforting. Like home, like you belong with her, and her with you. She hugs you back as you start nuzzling against her, realizing that there's still no reason for her to fear you. "Don't leave again. Please. Don't leave."
You're pressing soft and desperate kisses to her neck and jaw as your hands explore her body, kneading and trying to memorize every bit you can respectfully reach. You can feel her actually melting into your touches and a quiet sigh escapes her lips. Everything about her is overwhelming, your monstrous nature telling you to keep her, to make her yours.
Before either of you can think too hard about it, you scoop her up and carry her back to your cave. You bring her inside and gently lay her down on the soft nest you've built for yourself. She stares up at you with wide eyes. Not with fear this time, but with something akin to awe.
"You look so different." She reaches up and carefully brushes her fingertips over your cheek. Then your chest. A low rumble emits from your chest, vibrating through her hand.
"So do you. Beautiful." You respond quietly. Your hands slowly roam over her body, continuing the kneading of her soft flesh. She responds perfectly, arching up into your touch and getting more confident in her own touches. Your lips finally crash together, messy and full of desperation. Slowly both of your clothes are removed leaving you two naked in front of each other. You pull back to take in her appearance, memorizing every inch
The emotions and cravings coursing through your body is overwhelming. Shes so beautiful, and every fiber in your being craves her. "Need you. Need my mate. My sunflower. Please."
Her breath catches at your words. You can immediately tell how they affected her, the scent of her arousal filling the air. "Mate," She repeats softly, sounding completely content with that term. You settle your weight ontop of her, nuzzling, licking, and kissing along her neck again. A soft moan escapes her lips. Immediately your body responds. You're already painfully hard, desperate to take her.
"Please. Please i need you. Let me have you, sunflower." Your voice borders on needy, almost whining as you beg to fuck her. She nods eagerly, giving herself over to you. You curl your hands around her thighs and spread them open. You settle between her legs easily. Her legs easily wrap around your hips loosely, pulling you even closer. The need throbbing between your legs prevents you from even considering prepping her for your size. You can feel the slick between her legs as you press up against her.
Slowly you push forward. Her body opens up for you easily, your length sliding into her wet heat and pulling a proper moan out of her. As you start moving both of you gasp. The sensation of being inside her alone is almost enough to make you spill right then. Your lips continue kissing everywhere you can reach as you fuck her, claiming her inside and out.
Your thrusts get rougher, deeper and faster. One of your hands works it way down. Your fingers find her clit, wanting to make her come apart before you do. She cries out desperately and her nails dig into your back from the added stimulation. You keep going for a while, bringing both of you closer to the edge beautifully slowly.
Finally you feel her orgasm taking over. Her moans get louder, her body trembles under you, her walls flutter around your hard cock. You fuck her through her climax, continuing to rub her clit in slow circles to draw the pleasure out. After a few more thrusts you bury yourself completely inside her. She cries out again as you coat her insides.
You collapse ontop of her when your orgasms finally fade. Both of you lay there for a while, holding eachother, kissing, nuzzling, not wanting to move. She looks up at you with a soft, content look in her eyes. "I missed you."
Her quiet admission makes your heart swell. You definitely don't plan on letting her disappear from your life again.
did u know if u grab a boy’s head and fuck his mouth with your fingers eventually you can see his pretty little mind going dumb as he turns into a flustered drooling little slut for you? #lifehacks
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Me when my coworkers have left negative notes on one customers account but she just bought a gram and gave it to me as a tip. Thats like, $14 worth of weed after tax. Ive had literally no bad experiences with her
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More reasons why monster smut is amazing and special
I’m thinking that I don’t love monster smut because it’s pure smut (let's leave the fluffy monster romance for another talk). Today I'm talking about smut as an art form, not just banging. I think it's so special and unique. Something you don't see that much in other genres.
A monster wouldn’t just fuck you… He’d study you. Your body, your reactions. Your gasps. Your whimpers. He’d memorize you. Take note of what makes you tremble. With claws, fangs, scales, and other delicious body parts, plus a voice that rumbles through your chest. The anatomy guys!! The possibilities!! Fangs? Tails? Forked tongues? Dual cocks? Tentacles? And so much more? YES please.
He wouldn’t just be dangerous.
He’d be obsessed. He could kill a man with one claw, but would kneel for you.
Your scent would live in his lungs.
Your taste would haunt his tongue.
Your heartbeat would be the song he lived to hear every day.
And mating with him is FOREVER. A soulbond. You’re claimed in body, mind, soul, and probably in multiple holes (hmmm yum yum). And he wouldn’t be satisfied with one night. He’d need to claim you. No take-backs. Ever. Have you so thoroughly marked that no one could erase it.
And he’d ruin you for everyone but him. In the best way possible. He’d make you beg, not because he’s cruel but because he adores the sounds you make. Because he wants you stupid with pleasure. It's a badge of honor for him.
Not to mention his stamina. A hard worker. He’d pin you down, whisper filth in a tongue older than time, and stuff you so deep with his cock, tongue, fingers, or other parts that you forget your own name.
Not because he can, but because he loves you.
And isn’t that the hottest part?
I'd love to hear if you have anything else to add! It's so fascinating. Reblog, comment!
My bros my mans i got some mushroom gummies from work and ate a couple of them. This shits amazing. I have a nasa calendar with hubble pictures and i had a mini spiritual experience remembering just how fucking small we are in the grand scheme of things
Anyways im having a blast watching GTFO and crocheting with this
Y'all, normal is so relative and frankly means nothing. Stop worrying about being "normal" and start worrying about being safe!!
"Is it normal to only like your eggs scrambled?" I have no idea.
"is it safe to only like your eggs scrambled?" Of course! You can have your eggs any way you like! Cooked food is generally safer so scrambled sounds great, but there are also instances where you can eat raw eggs safely. But you can do what you like! Just be informed. And our beloved certifiedsexed is kind enough to help inform the masses.
You can substitute the scrambled eggs for nearly anything, kinks, contraceptives, behaviors, etc.
If there's one thing I can share with the world, stop worrying about being "normal," it'll only restrict you.
You've been attending your local church faithfully for years at this point. You know everyone there, they all know you. It's a comfortable life you have, even though it's arguably boring. You had no idea that everything was about to change.
You had decided to arrive at church a bit early. There's a potluck dinner today, and you decided to make a wonderful pie for dessert. The church door slowly pulls open, you expertly balancing the pie in one hand and grabbing the handle with the other. Slipping inside, the church is quiet. After dropping the pie off in the kitchen, you decide to wander around and see if anyone else is here. Heading down the hall, there's the faint sound of muttering inside one of the offices. You can't help but be nosy and knock on the door. "Hello, father? I came by a bit early" you call through the door, assuming it's your church's priest. The muttering stops, the other side of the door falling silent.
After a moment the door clicks open. It doesn't fully swing open, but you take it as an invitation. You push the door open and step inside before shutting it behind you "is everything o-" You're cut off mid question, looking into the office and seeing the most beautiful creature you've ever seen standing in front of you. Theyre tall. Like, taller than any person youve met. Wonderfully built, nice muscular body, and a small (very grabbable) waist. But the very first thing you notice is the feathers. Wings that are folded neatly behind them, white feathers trailing down to the floor, seemingly tipped in gold. Same colored feathers trail over their chest and shoulders, then up their neck. Theres even feathers crested over their head, almost looking like a cockatoo's head feathers.
You look up at their face, trying to process what you're seeing. You are thrown off when you cant actually see most of their face. You can see the lower half. Sharp jawline, connected to a strong neck, and full lips that look oh so kissable. The rest of their face is covered by smaller wings. Two sets jut out from the sides of their head, folded in a way to cover everything from the nose up. Theres two halos of sorts criss-crossed across their face, but they're covered in eyes. Each and every one of those eyes lock onto you the moment you peer inside the church office. It feels like they're staring straight into your soul. You both stand frozen, staring at eachother, for a beat that's much too long.
Finally, the stillness is broken. The being in front of you steps towards you slowly, never breaking eye contact. Your heart races as they approach. It almost feels like there's something drawing you to them. They stop just infront of you, staring down at you with an unreadable expression — given that half their face is covered. They speak, their voice rich and melodic, if only for a second. "You-" They're cut off. You hear shuffling by the door and see Father Harris standing in the doorway.
"Oh! Hello y/n, i hadnt expected you so early" He sounds nervous, his gaze glancing between you and the tall being standing beside you. "I see you've met oouuur... Guest" Father Harris gives you a small smile. You're barely able to say hello before being anxiously ushered out of the office, being told to go wait for everyone else to arrive for the potluck.
Ok! I didnt want to make this post too too long, so im stopping it there. I'll definitely add more later... When i remember
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Im very high and so relaxed. I want someone to fuck me like this, itd be so fun. I'd totally be a limp ragdoll for you to do whatever you want, whimpering and gasping while having you fuck me deeply
Sigh wishing i had a dick so i could sit with someone on my lap acting like a cockwarmer. Keep me cozy and comfortable in their warmth, chilling with my arms around them cuddling, or maybe taking a nap while still inside them
