#monsterfucker

You could be making out with a merman, having your hands wander until you reach the part where it should be, but nothing is there, just a bump. But you quickly realized that a slit runs vertically along it. Your fingers began to trace along the vertical slit, and as you do, the merman starts to shiver and gasp under your touch.

The merman would be smirking between kisses, anticipating and wondering what your next move would be, or he'd say something along the lines of '' work for it'' or ''make it show''

Alien Owner! Who takes you back home with them, rambling excitedly in a language you can't even dream of understanding- you just know you probably won't be seeing the streets any time soon

Alien Owner! Who researches for weeks about their new human, spending hours every day on forums and blogs compiling a list of how to best take care of you, while you come to realize that apparently, humans are a pretty common ‘exotic pet’

Alien Owner! Who does everything in their power to make you happy and comfortable, buying you all the best foods, beds, toys—anything and everything you could possibly want

Alien Owner! Who learns one day that humans ovulate once a month—but not that it's only some humans—and believes it's just like other animals going into heat

Alien Owner! Who decides one day that you're acting differently from usual, that it must be because of your ‘heat’, and that, being a good owner, they have to do something about it to make their little human happy and comfortable!

Alien Owner! Who makes happy clicks and trills at you, petting your body, nuzzling and licking your skin, until you start to react- always watching closely to make sure they're not hurting or stressing you out

Alien Owner! Whose whole species, you learn, have both parts; when their strange cock breaches their slick pussy out of nowhere, rubbing at your stomach and the curve of your hip like it's looking for entry

Alien Owner! Whose anatomy is distinctly inhuman, with strange curves and twists and…spines? But who feels so, so good when inside and wrapped around you, stroking all the right places

Alien Owner! Who makes you cum embarrassingly fast, and embarrassingly hard, leaving your body trembling and legs unusable while they coo and pet you like a dog, pulling away like nothing happened

From in your stomach, you could just be buying groceries when suddenly a tentacle jams up your throat into your mouth. You gag and choke on it as it fucks your throat, and if you don’t want people to pass by and see a tentacle thrusting in and out of your mouth, you better keep your jaw clenched shut so it can’t make it past your teeth. You can try and struggle to swallow it back down into your stomach, it but fights you every step of the way, and the feeling of your throat constricting around it only helps please it. Alternatively you can give it lighter swallows and suck on the tip in your mouth to make it cum faster and therefore stop sooner. And if you’re not exceptionally skilled at swallowing up its seed faster than it can pump its load, you’d better find somewhere for it to go. From an outside perspective it’ll probably look like you’re vomiting up cum. But once it’s over, it’ll slowly recede back into your stomach

From in your womb, you could be sitting on the bus waiting for your next stop when you feel it start to press hard against your cervix, and you only have a second to brace yourself before it shoves itself into your pussy and starts thrusting in and out. There’s not much you can do without drawing attention to yourself, so you have to just sit back and try not to moan out loud. Sometimes it’ll stick further out to stroke different segments of its long tentacles, snaking around you. Someone might notice the moving shapes under your clothes if it extends far enough. Eventually you hobble off the bus and find a private place to slip your clothes off, and jerk off the tentacle to help it finish. Then you lean against the wall, whining a little it pulls all the way back into your womb, rubbing your insides all the way.

Especially from the dragon at the back. The one that comes every single night you are on shift and asks for the same salmon with veggies and a glass of your finest wine. He spends hours just staring at you, talking to you in your break and pretty much making you feel like you are the most special girl in the world. And he always leaves a tip so big he can solve your rent in only one night. You have a bit of a crush on the dragon. Or more like a big, big crush.

But one night he doesn't show up. You are kind of worried, but mostly annoyed that your best customer and the one that always makes your night a bit brighter is not there. The night is a disaster, and your tips end up being shitty because you aren't as bubbly as other nights. You walk home that night feeling awful, your whole body tired and your heart feeling too heavy.

Just to stop dead in your tracks when you spy a big figure sitting in front of your apartment. A very recognizable figure. Are you in danger? Do you need to call the police? You try to think of all the ways things could go wrong, but you are too slow. He turns towards you and stares, a big smirk stretching his dragon features, his fangs shiny under the moonlight. You are about to run when he opens his mouth: "about time, darling. I have a different kind of tip for you tonight."

—summary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.

—warnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.

—word count: 1,3k

—a/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3

The best thing about living alone, you’ve come to realize, is the privacy. You’re free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.

The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. There’s barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt that’s more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someone’s cool hands sliding down your body.