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Dragon Hybrid Butler that tuts as you trip over his carefully placed tail, causing you to fall forward into him. His hand is so firmly helping you keep balance against him, yet also keeping you pressed close to him.

Dragon Hybrid Butler who might just be peeping around your privacy screen as he waits for you to change your clothing. You can tell, but why would you point it out when his attention feels so good?

Dragon Hybrid Butler who can't help himself, palming his cock over his pants when you reach down to pick something up. It would be so easy for him to simply lift your skirts and take you right there, you know.

Dragon Hybrid Butler that can't help himself, his tail now coiling around your thigh as he hopelessly ruts into you, apologizing for his indecency to his mistress, but continuing no less.

Your monster training your holes for them: 🥴

fem!reader x male!monster | word count 1575

Shadow monster playlist

TW: smut, stalking, squirting, weird c*m

There’s something wrong with your shadow. You noticed it randomly one day. From the corner of your eye, you saw that it messed up, didn’t follow your movements. And you keep noticing it. Split seconds where it moves on its own or doesn’t mirror you. Your friends tell you you’re crazy, but you swear… It feels like someone is watching you. Fuck, maybe you are crazy. Or, maybe it’s just been a long day. You need sleep.

It’s already dark by the time you get home, and all you can think of is crashing into your mattress. The moment you step through your bedroom door, it slams behind you and you scream.

Someone…someone? Yes, someone is here. In your room. The lights are off, it’s too dark to make out the details, but you see a shape in the opposite corner of the room. A tall inky blackness, a void with no reflection, no contrast, is just standing there. You quickly reach for the lightswitch.

“Don’t.”

You flick them on. There’s nothing there. Jesus fucking Christ, you are crazy. You chuckle to yourself, about to flop into bed, and then you freeze, watching, as your shadow slowly stretches, climbing up the wall to the switch. Flick.

“Boo.”

You felt it whisper the words into your ear. You scream and make a break for the door, but a hand jerks you to a stop. Another covers your mouth.

“Please don’t scream when I take this off”, the voice is low and surprisingly calm.

You bite down at the palm, but all it does is make the hand squeeze. It feels inhuman, larger than any person’s and have what feel like claws at the fingertips. You let go, clearly not getting anywhere, and it lets your mouth free.

“What are you?”, you ask quickly.

“I think you know. You’ve been eyeing me all day. I’ve been watching you too for a very, very long time.” It pulls you closer as it speaks, its body surprisingly warm behind you. You stay silent.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been to hide from you. To hide and watch you bring stupid, useless boys home. Selfish boys home,” it’s claws grow and tighten their grip around you. You can feel the anger in its voice, “All they ever did was take and take and take from you! Not one of them ever gave you what you wanted, what you needed.”

It strokes your hair, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. Its hands and claws shrink as it relaxes. “But I can,” it whispers.

“What do I need?” you scoff.

You wish you could swallow the words back up. It’s silent at first, then lets out a low laugh, laced with sin.

It pushes you face down onto the bed. You flip over quickly. This is finally your chance to catch a look at this thing, except it’s impossible to see. His massive figure stands over you, swallowing any light. You squint your eyes but nothing gets any clearer.

“Don’t worry. I make up for it in personality,” he says, gesturing at his face as he kneels down in front of the bed.

Was that a joke? You feel your face flush.

His hands reach up your skirt. You pull it down. He tsks.

“You’ve been teasing and flashing me with this all day. Just admit it.” His fingers stroke up and down your thighs.

You’re mortified at the thought of your own shadow catching glimpses of your panties. “You’re a fucking pervert.”

“You don’t even know the half of it,” you can hear his grin. He hooks his arms underneath your thighs and drags you to the edge of the bed. “Now lift up your skirt.” You cautiously listen.

He slides a claw under both straps of your panties and cuts them off with a quick ‘snap’, exposing you to him. He claws into you, and starts kissing along your thighs. You feel the texture of his skin changing, shifting between rough and soft, as if he’s trying to hold something back. He bites down, teeth feeling sharper than normal, and you wince.

He loosens up, and keeps kissing down until he reaches your pussy. The first lick of his tongue drags softly through you. You shudder. He groans against it, “You taste just as good as I imagined.” The next one is rougher and rougher until he’s barely containing his arousal.

One hand reaches up to your tits and kneads them in his palm while his thumb rubs over your nipples. You grip onto his arm, feeling the muscles of his forearm flex while he plays with you. You can’t help but get drenched.

He shoves his tongue inside you, wanting to taste it all. It’s long and muscular, licking every ridge like it’s trying to memorize you, and you clench around him, begging to be known. He trades his tongue for two fingers, and they make a sticky noise as they slide into you. You can feel him trying to make them softer for you in an act of self control. He rubs them gently against the roof of your pussy in a ‘come here’ motion. There’s no holding back the moan that escapes from you.

His tongue laps at your clit, and you can feel him pushing you closer to the edge. Your legs tense and your breaths grow sharper. He stays at the pace that you fucking love, and you come around his fingers. You hear him sucking them hungrily after he pulls out.

You’re still panting when he grabs one of your legs and spins you closer to the middle of the bed. The bed creaks and buckles from the size of him as he climbs on. Your heart pounds in your ears.

“Don’t be scared.” You feel the thick head of his dick rub between your folds, teasing your swollen clit. You squirm and spread your legs wider for him, inviting his cock inside you.

“Mmm, no.”, he says nonchalantly. He pulls off of you and gets off the bed, standing next to it.

“Wait. What are you doing?”, you cry out.

“You have to admit it.”, he barks back.

You can’t see, but you can hear his hand stroking his cock. The sound of it fills the room. He strokes from the plump tip all the way down to the base.

“Stop!”, you beg.

The stroking gets wetter, sloppier. He starts to groan. “Fuck, I’m gonna come if I keep going.” His breathing grows harsher.

“Please, don’t!” You can’t control it but you feel like you’re going to cry.

“Say it. Say it or I spill it right here and waste it all!”

You relent. “Please fuck me! I need you inside me!”

He stops and you can feel the smug ass grin he has in his face. “Could you clean this?”, he says cutely, right before shoving his precum soaked fingers in your mouth.

He wastes no time getting back on top of you. He places your legs over his shoulders, gripping your hips tightly as he holds them in the air. “This is just because you said please”, he teases right before he slams into you.

Fuck, he’s hung. Every thrust feels like he’s trying to overcome your anatomy. You moan as he drills into you, and he growls in approval. You feel his cock pushing the skin of your belly. He rubs at the bulge with his thumb. “Ha- look at that baby- might just tear through you,” the words stagger out.

He guides your hips into his length, plunging your pussy with hard thuds that make your ass and tits bounce. Once he decides you’re stretched enough, he picks up the pace.

He loses it as he fucks you. Every moan that comes out of him is gruff and animalistic. It feels like his skin ripples as it fluctuates between textures. He slams you down into him, pushing apart your soft, squishy walls with a squelching noise that just makes him want to drive it deeper.

His giant cock pressing all the right spots, combined with your already pulsing clit makes you grip around him tighter. Fuck. You come again, this time squirting all over his shaft. The sight sends him feral. He’s close. He claws the headboard, still holding you up with his other hand, and groans, “You- want my cum?”

“Please,” you whimper.

“Beg,” he spits back.

And you do. You cry and tell him how badly you need it, how he knows you so well, better than anyone. He unloads. Deep, forceful pumps of cum shoot so hard inside you they make you cramp. You can feel each hot rope traveling up his shaft with every thrust.

When he’s finished, he pulls out with a “pop” and you feel him spilling out. He lets out an annoyed grunt and flips you to your side. He spoons you, corking you up with his dick for the night, not letting another drop go to waste.

Changing this just slightly to be about Ancient Forest spirit but so cute. This is canonically how y'all met now <3

Happy Earth Day: Post One

When you had found out that the large tree in the center of the forest was one of the trees set to be cut down for the new housing development in the area, you finally decided to do something. For years you had complained about the way that the forests in the area had been systematically destroyed, but you had never done anything about it. Never protested or told someone who could actually do something about it. That was going to change today.

After work, you let your boss know that you wouldn’t be in for a few days. He laughed when you explained that you were going to protest the new construction, and warned you that if someone didn’t cover your shifts, you’d be fired. For once, that didn’t deter you. You had to do something. You managed to convince a few coworkers to cover your shifts so the next morning, you packed two backpacks and made your way up to the tree.

It wasn’t a long hike, but decent enough that you were sweating by the time you got there. When you finally did, you leaned against the tree, running your hands cover the rough bark.

“Hey buddy. I’m not gonna let them cut you down,” you murmured to it, pressing your forehead to the bark.

After a few moments you stood up and began to get the chain you had brought with you out. You laced it around the base of the tree trunk, then weaved it around your hips before locking it. The key was settled on a chain around your neck that settled between your breasts.

That day when the construction company came, they rolled their eyes at your protest, saying they’d come back the next day and you better be gone.

You weren’t going anywhere.

That night, you settled against the tree, still chained to it. However, in the low moonlight that broke through the leafy canopy, you felt shifting behind you. Your mind don’t fully comprehend what was happening as you felt long, sharp claws caressing your skin. Hot, scaled flesh pressed against your back. Warm, wet breath on your neck and face.

“What the,” you yawned as you slowly began to wake up, blinking slowly as your eyes adjusted to the low light.

Something that felt like a tongue ran up your neck, making you shiver as goosebumps sprang up on your skin. The hot saliva turned cool quickly in the late night air. Just as you were starting to try to wrap your head around what was going on, a low, rumbling voice filled the air.

"Your kind have long forgotten me, and yet you guard me with your flesh, risking your own blood to be spilt instead of my roots being upended. Why?"

There was a tremble in your voice. You knew that whatever was using the tree as a disguise, or was somehow able to be the tree, was ancient. More ancient than anything you had even thought of, much less been in the presence of. "They wanted to tear you down, but it's not right. This tree has been here for thousands of years. This is the last old growth tree in the whole state. I can't... I can't just let them keep tearing up and destroying the forest without trying to do something."

A low, purr like sound came from the creature behind you. It was clearly pleased with the idea of you wanting to protect it. "So, you are one of the rare ones, hm? Willing to risk yourself for what you believe in? To protect those who cannot protect themselves?"

"I wouldn't say that," you said, your face warm from a flush that ever so slightly darkened your face.

It chuckled, nosing your neck again as it drew you closer, grinding a large length of cock against your back, the chains that attached you to it rattling. "You are so different from the others that come here, little human. You make me wonder if perhaps your species is worth saving."

You don't have time to respond as it tugs down your shorts roughly, pushing your panties to the side. When had you gotten so wet? The creature chuckled, adjusting his massive length to be sliding between your thighs, smearing your arousal along your inner thighs.

“Or maybe… you’re just the one worth saving,” it chuckled in your ear, his scales scraping against your cheek as he leaned in, his tongue curling around your ear, sliding inside ever so slightly.

You definitely were not going to unchain yourself anytime soon.

After days or weeks of being in that room with him, engaging in their shared primal desires over and over again, help had finally arrived. The sound of distant gunfire, then the door being knocked down by a miliary team. It had all happened so fast, but Isabelle remembers shouting at them that he wasn't dangerous, that he'd protected her. Of course, she'd missed out the sexual part. That was the last she'd seen of him after being whisked out of the room and taken to safety.

As months went on, the town had been evacuated and it was rumoured to have been nuked from site, although the military presence meant no one could check for sure. Life went on and she'd returned to her daily business in the next town over, writing articles for her magazine, trying to forget all that had happened; which began to feel more like a fever dream as time passed. Maybe it really had been.