#monster request

@madam8 answering this one from the mother account. It took me a while to get to this request because it’s basically already written, I had to really think it thru to get something that wasn’t just replicating your words, hope you like it, I tried my best.

The price of war

Orc x witch fem!reader || tooth-rooting fluff, hurt/comfort

You hated it.

You hated every single second of it.

You hated that you were forced to use your magic against them, that you had to watch them frozen in place and be slaughtered by your actions because of your power… And because an ungrateful king that couldn’t even wipe his ass clean if he tried. He asked and asked, threatening your family when you didn’t give up on his inquiries about your powers, and you had to.

You had to play your part in the war if you didn’t want your family to hurt, if you didn’t want all of them dead. But at the end of the day, you were the one losing either way. You could kill your family, or you could kill dozens of innocent orcs that were fighting a war they didn’t ask to fight. All because of your king’s incompetence, and their king’s ego.

You hated it.

You thought about running away, it felt like a good idea after the king made you watch how they carried unsuspecting frozen orcs to the camp they built just for this, to make the killing easier… He made you stand there as the human soldiers rejoiced in the slaughter of others.

Until you couldn’t hold it anymore.

Until you couldn’t help yourself as you turned around and faced the man whose fault all this was, the man-baby whose hunger for power killed thousands of humans and monsters… And you froze him.

The second his face contorted into one of pain and anger, you knew you did the right thing, all his soldiers staring at you in fear and shock, probably too scared to say anything. You dismissed them all, bloodstained and pathetic as they ran for their lives out of the slaughtering camp.

Most of the orcs there were already dead, their bodies thrown into a pile that you knew would be burned later. They were all dead because of you… But when you walked to them, you saw there was one who the soldiers hadn’t gotten to.

One of them was still frozen in place, his face contorted in fear and still as an ice cube. You approached him slowly, your body sluggish as you stepped over dried blood and substances you didn’t even want to know what they were.

You stood over his frozen body and stared at him, his clothes stained with his friends and brother’s blood, because of you… You couldn’t hold back the tears even if you wanted to. You couldn’t hold back your sobs even if you wanted to.

Right there, between the consequences of war and the greed of men, you fell to your knees and cradled an orc’s head to your chest, tracing his green features with utmost respect and adoration. He felt like the last ray of hope you could cling to, and with a tiny smile, you decided you’d made good by him, you’d make good for everyone who participated willingly in this war.

It took days for him to regain his full body, days in which you nursed him back to normality little by little. At first he was scared of you, but he slowly warmed to you. Which only opened the floodgates of his affection for you. He was insatiable from that point on, his hands always on you one way or another, his body pressed close and his touch starved emotions hugging your very soul.

And it took you months, but you stopped the war and imprisoned everyone who participated in it willingly; the men and orcs involved were locked away as your new realm flourished with a new treaty. After freezing the orc’s king, the orc queen was more than happy to negotiate away from the egoistical men.

A/N: Hi there, I know you didn’t say with that intention, but I’m *allowed* to do what I want. This is warning for everyone else to mind your wording when you ask for a request. (No hard feelings towards you, just not the best word choice there <3) Hope this is as fun to you as it was for me to write, sorry to disappoint, but they are already on a relationship even tho they are feral for each other. Enjoy!

Bratting too close to the dom

Werewolf x trans masc!vampire reader || dom/sub dynamic, edging, (very light) knotting || tw: blood

You know you get extra bratty when your hunger arrives, both of you fully know that. You don’t have to feed that much anymore, but you can just feel it in your bones, when you start to feel a bit hungry, you start getting needier, snappier… and that always leads to you being a brat. Well, more than usual.

That’s why you know you are tempting fate when you wait for him right by the door and jump on his back, covering his eyes as the hair over his ears tickle your forearms. You don’t even have to say anything, the hiss you let out at the smell of his blood is enough to send him reeling. He throws you over his shoulder, and you land on the floor, staring up at him as he picks you up again.

Your back is against a flat surface and your body is vibrating with pent up energy as he growls at you. You try to scratch his face, but he pins them with one of his hands, so much bigger than you. You know you are testing his patience, without even talking you keep pushing him back just to draw him in again. He’s breathing hard, almost panting as he rips through his clothes with just one hand. His eyes are blown wide, and you can feel the heat and desire pooling inside your underwear. You are probably soaking everything, but you don’t fucking care.

You get your hands free and pull at his hair until he’s growling. Your whole body trembles with the force of it, and his hand finds your throat, holding you down as he rips your clothes next. You choose one of your old shirts just because you knew this was going to happen. His half-change doesn’t surprise you, his claws digging on your thigh as he parts your legs and goes to town. You want to be brattier, but the second his long tongue touches you, you are done for. Your hands are in his hair as he devours you, until you are whimpering and needy, asking, begging for more.

But then he stops.

He pulls back enough to roll you to the floor, the cold surface against your back makes you shiver and your antagonistic nature comes to play. You try to bite him, but he pushes your face down, muttering about bratty subs as he crawls over your body with his dick in his hand. You shiver in anticipation, and he pushes home in one hard thrust that has you screaming his name.

He doesn’t stop until you are snapping your fangs at him, trying to bite him as he holds you down and ruts against you, knees over his shoulders as he holds you down with his teeth on your neck. Somebody could believe you are the one with a thing for neck, being a vampire and all, but nope. The werewolf is the one who likes to bite down and hold you there as he fucks his fat dick into your welcoming heat.

It feels so good, but you need so much more. He doesn’t relent. He keeps rutting into you slowly and thoroughly, making you as wet as a fountain as he laughs every time you whimper and beg. But still doesn’t let you move an inch as he takes all his pleasure off your body and you wriggle under him, trying to make him do more, to make him get you off, too. But he only chuckles, going deeper and biting harder. You are in heaven and hell at the same time.

A/N: I love a good title-pun. This is short and cozy, enjoy!

You gotta be squidding me

Merman x male!reader || sfw, very fluffy

“You gotta be kidding me!” You scream when the third fish of the week appear on your doorstep.

You don’t know what’s about the people on this island, but since you moved two weeks ago, you’ve been finding fish on your door every couple days. You don’t know who is it, you don’t know why they do it, but it’s low-key disgusting to pick up a dead fish.

“Somebody left a dead fish on the doorstep again,” you complain to your boyfriend who is just walking in the living room, half asleep still.

“What are you going to do with it?” He asks, eyeing the fish in your hands with a confused glare. You point at the trash, opening it with your foot as you throw the fish inside. “Why… Why don’t you like my fish?” He asks in a soft voice, making a confused sound.

You turn around to look at him, who looks about to burst out in tears. “What are you talking about?” You ask back, as confused as him.

“I’ve been going out early in the morning to catch you some fish but you throw it away everyday and I don’t know why.” He sounds miserable, as if the idea of you throwing away dead fish is completely weird to him.

But then it hits you: “When did you learn how to fish?”

“I… I… I need to tell you something.” You signal for him to go ahead. “I’m a merman.” His voice is serious but you are looking at him as if that’s a joke.

You don’t plan to, but you burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.”

He’s not laughing, though. He just blinks at you very slowly, tears forming in his eyes before he transforms right in front of you. You let out a very manly squeal (that sounds a lot like a pig-scream) as your boyfriend transforms into a merman. Right in front of you. A fucking merman.

“What the fuck?!” You scream, approaching him in disbelief until you are close enough to touch.

He hums in acceptance when you reach out to touch his fins, letting out a pleasure grunt that makes you shiver. Fuck, he always sounds so good. You explore his body with your fingertips, being very careful as he lies there, on the floor, lower body of a fish.

“Why did you leave me fish?” You finally ask.

“To court you,” he deadpans as if it’s self-explanatory. It isn’t.

“But we are already dating,” you tell him, confused. You were dating for a few months already. For fuck’ sake, you are living together in his beach house. Oh, beach house… That makes sense now.

“I… I wanted more. I want more.” He takes a deep breath as you caress his tail scales. “I want you to be my mate.” You look at him, puzzled.

He explains what mates mean, how it’s a lot more than simply marriage and how he’s been trying to court you into being his mate for months and he thought he was getting rejected because his fish weren’t good enough. That makes you laugh, and he lets out a sad huff.

There’s a tension in the air, and you want it gone. “Do I need to eat the fish?” He laughs and the tension dissipates. He shakes his head. “Okay. I’ll be your mate, but no more fish.”

“No more fish,” he agrees, grabbing your short hair and pulling him to you until your mouths join in a kiss.

A/N: If you haven’t read, this is the story they are referring to. This one isn’t as long, but I hope this is okay. Enjoy!

Releasing-hole

Unicorns x fem!reader || overstimulation, free-use, size difference

When your friend told you about his super sweet deal with the unicorn firm, you were very jealous. He got fucked within an inch of his life, got paid for it and on top of that he got a permanent contract out of it. It sounded like a dream and you wanted it. You wanted it very badly. So he was kind enough to set you with a gig similar to his. While he was the boss’ hole, you were going to be something… different.

You were there just for fun entertainment for now, a pretty human walking around the office naked for them to stare and touch if they wanted. Which they did. Some of them caressed your skin, kissing and biting as you whined and moaned. But some were a lot bolder, probing your holes with their huge cocks as you tried to arch your back to get them deeper. But they only chuckled at your attempts. Whispering “you aren’t ready yet” over and over.

You were supposed to be stretching at home, which you did, every day with a bigger dildo, walking around with the plug for everyone to see. They made fun of you, which made you feel all kinds of hot and bothered. You couldn’t wait for your holes to be stretched enough to be fucked by the unicorns. You were almost salivating thinking about it. So full…

That’s how you ended with your body bent over a table, your legs far apart with a spread-bar. You were completely exposed to anyone walking by, and that was exactly the point. They wanted you to be the “releasing-hole” in the office, and you were more than ready to fulfill your role.

They used you when they felt like it, your hole leaking since first hour and only adding more and more loads to your hungry cunt every time they took a break. It was maddening, sending you into orgasm after orgasm until you didn’t know what you were. You were just a hole to be used by them, a pleasure-ridden body that could only moan and groan as your pussy leaked unicorn come.

A/N: Kind of tried to fit everything in one. You can find my other facehugger short here. Enjoy!

Facehuggers x gn!reader || tw: dub-con

You’ve been running for what feels like an eternity, but every time you stop you can hear the crawlers behind you, their tiny feet echoing through the empty ship. You are the last standing, or at least you think so. You haven’t seen anybody in a few hours, and you can’t even hear voices anymore. There were screams, and then complete silence, and now you are… alone. And being followed by the tiny creatures that you might or might not have felt strongly about before (you totally have). You don’t know what’s about them, you just know that the weird images of the facehuggers stirred something inside your body that couldn’t be named. It was too taboo, it was too dirty to say it out loud… But hearing their feet from all directions doesn’t make you scared exactly, there’s an edge of fear, but it’s mostly arousal boiling low in your belly.

Then you feel it. One of their bodies colliding against the back of your legs, propelling you face down to the ground. But you don’t get to hit it, some of their bodies stopping the fall. And then they carry you away, suspended over their bodies until you are in a room full of them, you count over twenty around the walls and floor, all of them directed at you.

And then it starts.

One steamy garden date added to the list.

PAOLUMU - MONSTER HUNTER

wings, large bat face, optional body-consuming orb, you’re the whole package. no part of the face you’re making right now suggests that you’re the type to respond well to criticism, which makes me glad that i don’t have much. mostly i am interested in celebrating your wonderful soft ball and beautiful big ears. word on the street is that people have been picking a lot of fights with you. i can’t say i approve. i’m not sure that any coat is worth robbing the world of your fun beach ball visage and horrifying cave predator demeanor. -optional deflated ball edition for lazy mondays -extremely hard tail that can pop all balloons that outshine yours. -your eyes are in your ears -incredibly cute giant fingertips we’re all proud of

RATING: MODEL PRETENDING THEY JUST WOKE UP

yeah, we all saw you rub your eyes and do the big yawn, but you’re dressed to the nines with the sharpest eyeliner i’ve ever seen. i’m not saying you’re lying about waking up five minutes ago, but i’m not saying you’re not lying.