Monster-call-me - Sorry I Only Date Werewolves

[nsfw] thinking of a yandere incubus who wants more than the one night with you.

you summoned him feeling depressed and desperate to take your mind away from stress. you doubted it would work, but did it more for the sake of tension, the feeling of fear tackling you away from your worries.

he didn't like that too much.

he practically crawled onto you, his nails painted black as he held you by your chin, sizing you up. he wasn't shy with the way his eyes lingered, and when he spoke you could make out fangs that shaped his insicors.

"you're such a sweet little thing, so innocent for thinking i wouldn't appear. i'll have fun ruining you." he had whispered thoughtfully into your ears, playing with the hem of your shirt with a tease as he licked a stripe against your earlobe. you shivered at the feeling of his warm tongue and he practically smirked at you.

the night felt heavenly to say the least. he seemed to be an arrogant mind, and the sight of you coming undone boosted his ego, and he took great pleasure in it. he plunged his length inside of you with a breathless gasp and you practically saw stars, before he wrapped a hand around your chest and lightly squeezed, bringing you back to your senses.

"look at me whilst i f-fuck you like this. you'll never feel this good again." he murmured towards you with half lidded eyes. you stared back up at him, his violet orbs seeming you such you up and he groaned in pleasure.

"i-i love good girls like you... a-always take my breath away..." he panted, his nails digging into your hips. he seemed to love marking you, the idea of leaving traces that wouldn't leave you arousing him more than anything.

the next day you practically felt high.

the feeling of lust lingered in your mind, staring down at your discarded panties and ripped clothes that lay against the floor. you stared down at bruises left on your neck, and your sheets carried the scent that he had left you with, a smell of sage and something that you couldn't name.

you washed your sheets that day.

you weren't supposed to! he watched you from a mirror in his realm, his eyes glaring at he chewed at his lips. surely something had gone wrong? it felt like a harsh rejection, watching you cover your imprints with makeup.

but it was fine! he'd back soon, and he'd give you another night so memorable that you'd be unable to deny. <3

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Siren!boyfriend who wasn't always a siren and who was never really your boyfriend...

you were a sailor who spent more time on a boat than you ever did on land. you stop one night in a harbor town and meet him. He's human and shy. A series of storms keep you in town for much longer than planned. He's cute, he offers you a space in his bed for as long as you need it and his place is certainly much nicer than your quarters on the ship

it's only a few weeks, it's not even dating, just sleeping together really, but he's in love with you, obsessed with you. when the weather clears up he begs you with tears in his eyes to stay to be his, and he cries when you tell him you can't stay. He asks if you'll visit him again, if he can write you letters if he can get a job on the ship just to come with you. The answer is still no.

He watches with tears in his eyes as your ship sails away, as you leave him. he's never felt this way about anyone. he can't think straight now that you're gone. and the thought that you're gone, maybe gone forever, makes his heartache

it's more than heartache, he can't breathe properly now that you're gone. life isn't worth living. the night after you leave he tries to drown himself in the ocean.

Only he doesn't die, he's saved and reborn as a siren.

it's more than he can ask for really, because now he can go where you go! He catches up with your ship eventually. some of his new Siren brothers and sisters pointed him in the direction.

he sees you sometimes. as you work on the ship, as you lean over the edge of the railing to look at the endless blue, the blurring of the ocean and the sky at the horizon. and he gets to watch you.

what surprises him most about his new body, besides the tail, the gills the not being human anymore, is how hungry he is for you. he can smell you, and while he'd desired you in his human life this is different. he keeps having to push away fantasies where he bites down on your throat and your skin and muscle would break away in his mouth. He can almost taste the way your blood blooms into his mouth, melting on his tongue like butter.

But he loves you! you're his soulmate! he would never hurt you... your crewmates are nowhere near as lucky. if anyone of them gets too close or lingers alone for too long, Your siren Boyfriend will gladly sing to them, call to them until they slip over the edge of the boat and to his wanting teeth.

for a while thats enough for him. watching you when he can and eating everyone else. but he's hungry for more. He's been a siren for a while how he's sure that he can have you and not eat you... probably. he still remembers what humans need and he's sure that he can provide.

so one night when he catches you alone. he sings for you, a beautiful irresistible song. one that has you stepping closer to hear more clearly, you don't even realize you're climbing over the ship's railing until you're in freefall.

like so many other sailors you fall into his arms, but unlike so many others you live. It may have taken him becoming a monster, but you're finally his.

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your minotaur husband works hard every day for you, pulling trains up hills, lifting what others can't, working out in the fields. then he comes home and dotes on you, making you meals, asking how your day went, offering to rub your feet. at night, he takes his time with you because he's so big that he has to work hard to prepare you for him. first he stretches you out with a little toy, getting you ready, until finally he slips his cock inside you just an inch at a time. then he holds you tight, whispering in your ear all the things he loves about you while he makes you his.

So in to the werewolf who needs to be collared and gently dommed. He’s a sweet boy but he’s just so carless sometimes. Leaving messes. Knocking things over. Getting dirt and slobber in the house. Naughty boys have to be punished. And don’t get me started on how thinks he deserves to get his dick wet. He thinks he’s a big tough guy who’s cock you cannot live without, but as soon you deny him even a little bit, he turns into a whining mess that will do anything you ask. He’s gotta work for that reward.

You're sick of it. you're sick of cleaning up mud every night just to have fresh muddy paw prints tracked through your house the next day. You're sick of dirty dishes piled in the sink when your werewolf boyfriend promised he'd do them. You're sick of feeling more like a maid than a partner.

It started off small, just brushing off his advances. There was something really un-sexy about a guy who apparently can't even do his own laundry.

He was frustrated. it had been so long since he'd gotten any release. and he has no idea why you're giving him the cold shoulder. enough is enough. He catches you, pins you against the wall, and demands to know why you're avoiding him.

"I'm putting my foot down. I'm not going to have sex with you until you start cleaning up after yourself. I'm not your maid. I don't want to have sex with a man-child," you huff. He smirks down at you

"Awee is that what you're upset about. okay okay, I promise that I'll start cleaning up after myself. now come here and give me a kiss-" he said leaning in to kiss you but you jerked your head to the side avoiding his mouth.

"No. not until after you proved yourself," you stood firm. he grinned down at you, condescendingly, You look so cute, pouting and pinned to the wall, completely at his mercy.

"Yeah, babe? Do you think you can resist me?" he asked, reaching down to pull down his pants just enough to show the base of his cock. "you know you want this dick," he thinks he's being sexy. Normally you'd be all over him- playing along and agreeing that yeah you do want his dick but now you're just... glaring at him. You don't look a little bit flustered or tempted.

"I'm good thanks," you say briskly and brush him off. He's left there stunned. How can you not want him at all? He feels like he's going crazy without you.

You reject him at every turn. Can he get just a hand job? no. Will you let him go down on you? no. Can he just- please pretty please hump your leg? You don't even respond to that one.

The next day the home is spotless and dinner is cooked for you with flowers. You're a little stunned at the swiftness of the change.

"Please can I have you now? I've been a good boy, right? Please I need you," he whimpers, nuzzling at your neck, needing any kind of stimulation, just your scent is enough to get him hard.

"...no," you decide. he about cries, how could you be so mean to him?

"You'll just go back to ignoring the chores tomorrow if I let you have a reward now," you say more teasing than anything.

"How much longer until you give me a treat?" he asks.

"At least a week."

For the first time since the two of you got together, he jerks off. it's unsatisfying, to say the least. He's learned his lesson. he'll be a good boy from now on just please please, please make him cum.

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