monsterfucking meme

[goatsongs]

Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some more humanoid than others. But even the ones that are furthest from human shape deserve love, right? They can be sexy too, in their own way.

Post your character. Note their monstrous traits (monster AUs more than welcome!) Reply to others. Get busy.

I'm not here to police how monstrous is monstrous enough, everybody just be chill and have fun.

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[abnormalizes]

[If he wanted to complain, he's had ample opportunity to do so. She hums, pleased, and sets to exploring how else she can make him shiver.

She tugs his cloak away from his neck to leave more kisses and love bites there. Obviously she's not going to leave a mark even if she tried, but it's a sensitive spot for humans, and he's almost human.]

[conglomeration]

[ True enough, but he'll never stop complaining or grumbling or grousing even after he's given his consent to whatever-it-is. You might say it's his chief hobby. Certainly a less bothersome one than getting roped into world saving, what a thankless mess that always is. ]

[ He's not entirely aware of his head inclining to give her space, good thing or there'd be more arguing with himself. This is not something he does casually! Or at all! But those thoughts are harder to hang onto by the moment. ]

Don't hurt yourself. [ Subtle shift in emphasis brought to you by his voice wobbling a bit. How undignified. ]

[abnormalizes]

I won't. [Murmured between more kisses, and she tugs on his cloak again.] Can I get this off you?

[Truly the worst part of this encounter is that she keeps making him vocalize giving permission for things.]

[conglomeration]

[ Truly unfortunate because every time there's talking his mind "helpfully" pops in to let him know he should have more discretion. But in this case he thinks she only means his cloak so he unfastens the red brooch that holds it closed and lets it fall. His tunic covers him but is looser with a slightly lowered collar, which is to say a shallow scoop-neck rather than covering him clear up, twice belted at his waist (one for keeping the shirttails out of the way, one for his sword). Sorry, in ye medieval times they have to carry all their shit with them thus many layers. In fact his cloak makes a few neat *clunk*s on the floor. ]

[abnormalizes]

[The cloak is a good start, and she takes advantage of the lower collar to leave more kisses over all the exposed stone she can reach, but it isn't long before she's tugging at one of the belts. Be slightly more undressed, please.]

[conglomeration]

[ The insistent protest in his mind was becoming gentle background noise, easily ignored, until she tugs at his belt. At which he promptly startles, her proximity being the only thing that makes this a slight shift instead of a full-on flail. ]

S-seriously?!

[ ...In hindsight that's a really dumb thing to say. Of course she's serious. But he's not at his most eloquent, okay? ]

[abnormalizes]

Seriously! Still very into you, that hasn't changed in the last five minutes.

[Just in case he needed a reminder.]