#GIVE ME MONSTERFUCKING!!

[starlightjjk]

what should have happened

they were so insane for this

[scrimblyscrorblo]

Lil’ Poecraft mini comic

[microtyalm13]

i believe a man's place is face down ass up

[invader-reggie]

Since we're all gonna die, there's one more secret I feel I have to share with you.

I do not care for human bill cipher.

I'm sorry but i could not care less for twink bill or ugly canon bill or any human version of bill.

They're all lovely but I could not care less about human bill.

Me with any human version of Bill:

Like I just see the human versions as random people cosplaying Bill.

[running-with-kn1ves]

I just finished watching Your Monster (2024) and it exceeded my expectations! If you're a monsterfucker or are in need of a good girl-rage movie I highly suggest it, I love that Monster is just the epitome of every childhood story, from hiding in your closet and under your bed, to being that thing you think is behind you when you're washing your face. It was very therapeutic and man I just loved the gentle "romance" of it all. 10/10 would smash that monster.

[sapphosscribe]

@illusioncanthurtme--art

Stanford Pines circa 1982 trying to convince his older self to get excited for the Need Him Pregnant poll results when he locks eyes with “his muse” across the room 😂🤣

[kabr0ztrousers]

fem read gets kidnapped by a cult and wakes up with a collar around their neck only to be used and raped by the cult members as some worship service toy for there God/Goddess

Kabr0z Writes Episode 136: It's not a cult!

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

AO3!

CWs: mentioned physical violence; noncon; religious themes; bondage; kidnap; masked men; oral sex; anal sex

A/N: I keep threatening to get my time management sorted out, and I never do... Either way, enjoy a more standard-length one. It didn't feel so extreme when I was writing it, so take the above as a more general warning than anything too traumatising.

As always, consume in good health

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You groaned as you regained consciousness. You remembered talking to a couple of American teens who insisted on calling themselves elders before someone threw a bag over your head and clubbed you senseless. Fair dues, it was a solid bag on your head, airy, but heavy duty. It even smelled like actual jute. Whoever was responsible for the bag? Not one for cutting corners.

You shook your head. You probably shouldn't be congratulating your kidnappers. Your wrists hurt, rough ropes bound your arms together behind your back, knotted from your elbows down to your wrists. Your hands felt OK, not numb or anything, so whoever did it probably knew their way around a rope. There you were again, admiring the people who quite literally bagged and dragged you. The same people who were currently keeping you who-knows where, in the dark, stripped down to your underwear. At least you weren't cold.

You heard footsteps, and people talking with vague American accents. They were hushed, whispering to one another, but not trying too hard to hide. The voices stopped as they got closer, walking with clicking heels on the stone floor. One stepped up to you, grabbing the sack and tearing it off your head. He was wearing a mask that covered the top half of his face, but you could tell it was one of the "elders" you were speaking to. Gone was the crisp white button-down and the tasteful slacks, replaced with deep red robes, cut at the front to reveal his bare crotch.

You tore your gaze off him, glancing around. You were sat below a statue of a woman, cast from gold. You weren't so bothered about what the statue was made of, as what it depicted. It was at least ten feet tall, the image of a woman, her foot up on a plinth. Her head was tilted backwards such that you couldn't see her face. One hand cupped her breast, the other between her thighs. From where you were knelt, you could see her fingers, they were buried inside her. A statue to self-indulgence personified, and you were on her altar.

You looked back at the trio. All of them were wearing the same bone-white masks, the same open robes, the same sandals bound up to the knee. The one you recognised reached behind him, withdrawing a thin metal band connected to a chain. He approached you, speaking in what you presumed was Latin. A slow measured cadence, still painted with the American inflections, like someone who knew how to form the sounds but hadn't ever learned how the language flows together. You scurried back as he leant down to you, the mask hiding his intentions, if not his snow-white veneers. He was faster than you, the band flexed around your neck, fastening at the back. You could probably release it, if your arms could move at all. One of the other men stepped to the plinth under the statue, attaching the other end of your lead to it, winding it through some hidden mechanism. Another forced your mouth open before forcing a metal ring behind your teeth, keeping your jaw from closing. They stood in a line, the others joining the chant as it reached a conclusion. Then silence.

The first one, the one who had the collar, pulled your leash. You jolted, forced to scramble on your knees to avoid being pulled over altogether. You tried to turn your face, to stop the semi-hard cock forcing its way into your mouth. Another grabbed your hair, making you grunt as he twisted your head. His cock hardened fully in your mouth, making you drool around it as another man lifted your hips.

Fingers rubbed something cold on your asshole and cunt, probing your entrances, feeling you clenching, trying to resist them. A long, smooth object slid into your pussy, the man twisting and pushing it, making sure it was seated before applying a strip of tape to you, holding it in. You felt a cock rubbing against your ass, sliding up and down, covering itself in the same lubrication that coated you. The one in your mouth pulled back a moment, then both thrust hard into you.

They weren’t interested in taking their time. The man with your leash pulled you onto him as the other hammered into your ass. You tried to wriggle away from them, using what mobility you had, but between the hands on your waist and the collar around your neck, you couldn’t move more than a few inches. You sobbed into the cock invading your throat, drowned out by the gurgling sucking sounds of your throat slime being churned up by his relentless fucking.

The object in your cunt started to hum, slowly at first, but dialling up quickly. The hard plastic buzzing against the cock rubbing on it as your ass was used. You felt yourself getting wetter around the vibrator, your juices held in by the tape keeping it lodged inside. You could feel yourself tensing, your hands clasping unbidden, knuckles whitening as your stifled groans fought with the lewd sounds coming from your throat.

The first man was groaning too, his cock twitching and pulsing in your mouth. You felt it widen a little as he pushed it into your throat, feeling you gag and hack against it. He cried out as he came, a breathy, inarticulate call. His climax brought the other one off, seeing his friend filling your throat with cum making him pulse and throb, his tightening balls rammed against the buzzing object taped in your cunt.

Your eyes watered as they stayed, pulsing and softening in you. You gasped as your mouth became free, stumbling as your lead was dropped. Your ass gaped, leaking thick cum. Sharp pain as the tape tore from your cunt, your clenching walls pushing the vibrator out of you where the third man picked it up before stuffing it into your mouth, making you taste yourself as you gagged on it.

There they left you. Metal soled sandals clack-clack-clacking out of the room, leaving you bound, gagged and weeping.

You stared at the statue above. A single, glimmering drop of moisture seemed to drip from her fingers

[aka-indulgence]

Why does tumblr show me the most explicit ads whenever someones behind me

[thefallenangel2008]

Billford is that one ship you ship for shits and giggles but if you actually saw them get together in cannon you'd be absolutely devastated because wtf???

[laudnasratking]

as much as I love the idea of Laudna struggling with her body image and everything in regards to romance (i am trans), I LOVE the secondary option of Laudna (known Imogen obsessor) being so confident in Imogen's will and choices that she accepts instantly that if Imogen wants her then she has to be a 10/10 certified stunner, and maybe even getting a bit annoying about that

[microtyalm13]

everything about Gavriil feels suffocating.

how his presence alone can be almost overwhelming, how his massive body cages you everytime without a chance to escape. you wouldn't dare to try anyway, knowing that you don't even have a say against a creature of his caliber. he will find you. in your dreams, in your nightmares. in your room.

how he will be intense and vague about everything just for the sake of it; to confuse you further, to see the conflict of emotions in your eyes merge with arousal. eventually your hesitance turns into acceptance, a desperate need to feel his hands all over you. and he will be oh so grateful to fulfill that desire.

how his thick tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, reaching almost the back of your throat, relishing in the muffled little sounds you make. your drool mixed with his saliva drips down your chin, and your hazy eyes look up at him when he finally pulls away, giving you a second to breathe.

how his hips are slamming into you relentlessly, your wetness and lack of resistance allowing him to move almost effortlessly. forced to hold onto him for dear life instead of pushing away. all of your morals and principles are being tossed out of the window every single time he comes to you. he has you where he wants you, and will not stop until he feels like you can't take it anymore.

and how in the morning he vanishes away, leaving you guessing: was it just another wet dream? but the cold stickiness between your legs tells you more than you need to know.

[twsted-kinks]

Because I overthink here is a map for the TWST Monster AU

Click read more for a description of each place and who lives there.

The Town of Holyisle: A human town with a monastery run by the abbot, Rollo. The population of the village is fully human and monsters are seen as enemies that should be shunned.

Yuu's Home: Home of the witch, Yuu, and their cat-like imp familiar, Grim. They often make potions for the Riverside Village and the town of Holyisle.

Riverside Village: A farming village that's the home of both monsters and humans. The Lord of the Village is the centaur, Riddle, whose servants include Trey, the minotaur, as his personal cook, Cater, the slime, as his financial advisor, and Che'nya, a catfolk menace who refuses to leave. There are also two newer servants, Deuce, the rabbitfolk, and Ace, the satyr. Another notable figure is the local historian, the human Trein.

Shoreside Reef: A town just off the coast filled fully with merfolk. The head of the village is Azul, an octopus merfolk who also engages heavily with trade on the island and has established a number of businesses on land. His closest confidants are Jade and Floyd, twin eel merfolk who do the dirty work for Azul.

Haunted Cave: A mysterious cave guarded by a small automaton named Ortho who is meant to protect the cave from outsiders, but he mostly just spends time with the resident ghost who is also his brother, Idia.

The City of Pomme: A large city with a population that's mostly monsters. The Lord of the City is the demons, Vil, who is also a popular actor in his theater company. His personal assistant is Rook, a troll and hunter, who was a fan of his performances. The new up and coming star is the fairy Epel who has been taken under Vil's wing. Another popular actor is the angel Neige who is the lead actor in a rival theater company. Another notable figure is the seamster and fasion designer, Crewel.

Duskfall Savanna: A fully monster city with a majority of the population being beastfolk. The lord of the city is Leona, a lionfolk, who doesn't really like his position. His personal servant is the hyenafolk, Ruggie. The gardener for Leona's estate is a wolfolk named Jack. Another notable figure is Vargas, a manticore, who is known for causing chaos from time to time.

Scalding Oasis: A desert city known for its many monster artisans and high quality goods. The Lord of the City is the harpy, Kalim, who is always accompanied by his servant, the naga Jamil. Another notable person is the ghoul, Sam, who runs the most expansive market in the entire oasis.

The Dragon's Domain: A territory ruled by the dragon, Malleus, who lives in his own personal tower. The others who live in his territory include the vampire batfolk, Lilia, the lizardfolk, Sebek, and the centaur, Silver who help care for the territory and act and confidants of Malleus.

Old Ruins: Not much is known about the old ruins other than it acts as a home for a dark feathered harpy.

[willjulep]

Fidelitus is not particularly cautious now as he fixes the tuck of my waistcoat. Now, through the membrane of this flesh, his touch feels... different. Hot and buzzing. No, cold and hungry. Both and neither, all at once. The longer I think about it, the more I squirm. "These fit you too perfectly," he sighs, carefully readjusting this and that. "There's very little room for my hands to tuck, you see. That's why I must press against you like this." "I know that," I tell him, watching my Adams apple jump curiously. Through the mirror, I can see him encircling me, slipping his long black fingers into the waistline of my trousers, and the pesky little problem between my legs has returned uninvited. Fidelitus kindly ignores it, tending to my appearance like the point of pride that it must be for him.

The Devil on My Shoulder Keeps Giving Me Mixed Signals cover by the transcendent @freckled-king

[gilded-glitter]

WIP Whenever

Thanks for the tag @amoremagnificentbastard!

Here's a peek at part two of Hold Me Fast and Fear Me Not :)

He’s covered in her blood. All the gore that burst out of her during her transformation drips from his chin and runs in rivulets down his front. It tastes like her. Warm and familiar. Her Slayer form has a complicated set of jaws that hinge out in two different directions. They’re not very practical — certainly not for chewing. Astarion holds still as her mouth stretches open in much the same way a flower unfolds its petals. Every gust of her breath ruffles his hair. His whole head could fit in her mouth without issue. From this deadly maw ventures a long, sinuous tongue that licks a path up his cheek, cleaning up the mess she made of him.

And I'll tag @mutualcombat, @busy-baker, and @eraserspiral I'd love to see what you're working on!

[playing-with-dax]

Dax is so cute, I want to peg him :3

Aww, you made him blush 😊

click here to see it happen

[onlydrawnbad]

Do you ever read 570,000+ word, 130+ chapter fanfics that were started nearly 8 years ago and have current year updates, and as you get to the end of certain chapters along the way, you keep going "wow, I would have hated to be here in 201x and have to wait for THAT cliffhanger, those poor readers, those sad, desperate historical souls" and you're just so glad for yourself because you know you don't have to stop until chapter 139, and you arrogantly assume that's probably just extended epilogues or something (because you were previously conditioned by another fic to believe that), so everything will be fine?

Only to get to chapter 139 and SCREAM OUT LOUD because you jinxed yourself right into THE NEWEST WAVE OF CLIMATIC PLOT CHAPTERS WHERE ALL THE SHIT IS GOING DOWN and now you, too, have become the reader you felt such pity for?

Wait, you don't?

THEN GO OVER THERE AND DO WHAT I DID SO I DON'T HAVE TO BE ALONE IN MY HUBRIS. It comes with art. So. Much. Wonderful. Comic. Art.

I would like to stress (as I have done before) that I have never played this game. Not once. I had never even heard of it originally. Yet this is now the second absolutely massive Sans x reader/OC fic I have read in this fandom. Everything I know about Undertale, I learned because one day on a whim I decided to read a 480,000+ word, 170+ chapter fanfic because I liked the way @tricktster used words on some tumblr post (don't ask me which one, I've forgotten). I have re-read that fic at least once a year, if not more, for multiple years in a row because it's like a favorite book to me now.

If anyone needs me, I'll be comfort-reading it, again.

And then probably going back and re-reading JoAT, because oh my god that fic. I'm just so in love with it for a million reasons.

(Yes, it took me this long to see there was another glorious treasure in plain sight under @capnhanbers despite following @mod2amaryllis and it's just really embarrassing to be confronted by that kind of obliviousness, okay? Can I blame it on how, multiple times now over the years, I've gone months and months without looking at this app unless it notified me of something specific?)

I swear, I have never read fic in any other fandom where it was this easy to immerse myself in it with nothing more than some light googling along the way (the first time with CoBC), and the googling was just because I'm me and I like to know all the things. In both cases, you don't have to come to the table with anything other than an interest in supernatural-elements stories (monsters, magic, etc) and a love for snappy dialogue and funny (dad) jokes and HEART-WRENCHING FEELS and watching the author having a life journey in the notes.

(And yes, sure, an open mind about a skeleton monster and a human having magical sex, but if you know you're in a rated fic about monsters and humans, you must know that's going to be a thing.)