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Tentacle monster living in your house that gets needy when you haven’t paid attention to it for a few hours. It will remind you that a break is needed when you’re deep in your studying by rubbing your leg it’s already latched onto and moving another tentacle up your other leg. If that doesn’t get your attention, it will send more tentacles to caress your shoulders and move up your neck to lightly use its suction cups on your jaw. Whatever you do don’t swat it away, it will just wring itself tightly on your wrists and pull you to the bed with so much force that you have to run to keep up. It might start to trip you if you’re scampering around cleaning, hoping to make you fall so it can catch you, wrap its tentacles all over you, restrain you, and take you right there on the floor. And if you’re ignoring it because you’re on your phone it will just snatch it from your hands and fling it across the room, tentacle monster needs love right now!

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I GOT MY BACHELOR'S OF SCIENCE DEGREE TODAY WITH A PERFECT SCORE FOR MY THESIS! A few months ago I asked you guys who'd be willing to be a test user for my graduation project, which was for my thesis, and with a small group of you I've basically done a bunch of interviews, exercises and brainstorms, which resulted in this (Desktop) site: tocomehome.com!

It's a community for disabled young people to find mobility aids for home use. The thing is; every tool is recommended by a real disabled person, who can add a reason why they think the tool is helpful as well as share links for purchasing. You can follow users with your disability, react to their reviews, save your favourite items to a wishlist and recommend handy tools yourself. It's still very much a prototype, hence why there's no mobile version yet, but I wanted to share it. I'm also officially a software engineer now - I accepted a job offer. :D Proof that life keeps on moving forward. Carrying you on its back, if it must.

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yeah yeah monsterfuckers but what about humanfuckers. what about the dragon who leaves flower arrangements at the base of the princess’ tower? what about the werewolf who pines for a human to protect? what about a naga who is so so cold and wishes she had a nice warm human to coil around? what then

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Tentacle monster boyfriend who is scared of water. Tentacle monster boyfriend who clings to your body as you walk with him into the ocean. He clings so closely to your body that you can feel every one of his suckers placed against your naked skin.

So much that when the first wave crashes against your body, he lets out a little yelp and starts groping you. When you question him, he only says he finds comfort in touching your body... But after the third wave crashes against your body and his tentacles have found their way inside your cunt and have thrown away your top... You start to wonder if he's even scared or water.

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demons fall for an innocent farm girl .ᐟ

You didn’t mean to charm a demon. Let alone a pack of them.

You were just a farm girl. Wake with the dawn, fetch the eggs, feed the goats, sweat in the field ‘til your hands were raw. You weren’t a mage. Weren’t cursed. You’d never stepped foot in a temple or pissed on some ancient ruin. You just smiled too much. You laughed at things that shouldn’t be funny. You had hay in your hair and freckles on your cheeks and the softness of someone who didn’t know better than to look a devil in the eyes and giggle.

They’d started showing up at night.

At first, you thought it was shadows. A cold wind. A feeling under your skin that made you tug the blankets tighter. Then it was whispers—deep and velvet-thick, crawling through the cracks of your dreams.

“Sweet thing…” “Soft little body, all alone…” “We’ll take such good care of you…”

You’d wake wet. Ache in your belly. Clutching your pillow, thighs sticky with the kind of dream you were too embarrassed to even think about once the sun rose.

The worst part? You thought it was just you.

Too many nights alone. Not enough good men in town. Your imagination running wild. You’d laugh it off in the morning, red in the face, hauling water from the well like it hadn’t felt real—like you hadn’t heard teeth at your throat and claws on your hips and voices growling your name in unison.

Then you started seeing them.

Always on the edge of the woods. Always when you were alone. Not full form—just flashes. Long horns. Smoke-thick eyes. Black claws curling around tree bark. And the heat.

Gods, the heat.

You’d feel it first. Out of nowhere. Mid-chore, bent over the trough, skirt damp with well water, and suddenly your skin would flush hot and tight, like something had licked up the back of your thighs.

Then you'd turn—and nothing. Just trees. Just wind.

One time, you laughed aloud. “Y’all’re just makin’ fun of me,” you said to the shadows, cheeks red as apples. “Silly little dreams, that’s all.”

You didn’t see the way the trees twitched. How the air thickened. How claws curled deeper into the dirt in restraint.

But you heard the laugh.

Low. Deep. Shuddering. Right behind your ear.

That night, they didn’t let you sleep.

You laid in bed, eyes fluttering shut—and fell. Not into dreams, but into a place beneath them.

A world thick with smoke and velvet. A bed not yours—massive, draped in dark silk, soaked with warmth. And they were there.

All of them.

Three at least. Maybe more. Hard to count with their hands everywhere.

One kissed your neck, tongue dragging slowly up to your jaw as another knelt between your thighs, spreading them with claws so sharp they tore your nightgown like paper. The third one stroked your cheek with fingers that felt too hot for flesh.

They didn’t ask.

They didn’t need to.

Your dream-body was already writhing, already soaked, gasping into the dark as one thick cock pressed against your cunt, hot and leaking, while another brushed your lips, wetting them before sliding in slow.

They took turns.

Fucking you deep, slow, wet—growling praise into your ear, clawing at your hips, choking you just enough to make you moan louder.

“You don’t even know, do you?” one murmured, balls slapping wetly against your ass. “You’re ours. You always were.” “You’ll see. We’ll drag you under. Make you a queen. Breed you full ‘til you’re heavy with demonspawn and smiling.”

And god, it felt so good.

Too good.

You came over and over, body lifted and tossed like a toy between them. One knotted you—deep, pulsing, locked so tight your stomach swelled from the heat of his cum. Another came on your belly, licking it off with a pointed tongue. Another filled your throat ‘til your eyes rolled back.

When you woke?

Sunlight. Birds.

You were in your bed. Your nightgown—torn. Thighs sore. Pussy leaking. You sat up, dazed and aching, blinking at the dust in the air.

“…That was some dream,” you mumbled, face hot.

You didn’t see the claw mark burned into the wood above your headboard.

You didn’t hear the whisper that slipped beneath your door, soft as breath:

“Soon, sweet thing. We’re coming back.”

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Minotaur Pianist who performs at a public piano twice a week to practice. You've asked once why he does and he mentioned hoping to make someone's day or inspire someone to take up music. He couldn't bring himself to say that he just saw you the first time he played there. That after that moment he knew he wanted to see you again, to impress you, to have you.

Minotaur Pianist who, one day, scoots over on the piano bench and pats the spot beside him. He gestures for you to join him on the bench, so you do- albeit a little shyly.

Minotaur Pianist who begins to teach you how to play piano on those days each week. Now, instead of admiring him as a bystander, you find yourself admiring him as a student. He's so patient with you, softly guiding your hands to the proper keys when you hit the wrong notes. Sometimes his soft and gentle touch lingers for a second. In those moments, you feel your heartbeat could keep the tempo.

Minotaur Pianist who begins to sit closer and closer to you on the piano bench as the weeks become months. The two of you get comfortable with one another, beginning to chat about things other than just music. One cold day, he shared his scarf with you as he taught you under the pavilion.

Minotaur Pianist who practices with you one day until light becomes dark. The little hidden pavilion in the park is occupied by no souls aside from your own. That's when he leans in smoothly, gingerly cupping your cheek, and kisses you. It was a small, soft thing. You were yearning for it for so long, of course you'd wrap your arms around him for another. Another and another, and another after that. It wasn't long before the two of you were panting, both wanting more- needing more.

Minotaur Pianist who pulls you into his lap and, with his dextrous fingers, has you bucking your hips, crying out your own symphony for him within just a few movements. It didn't take long for him to have you gushing, becoming a mess on his fingers. All throughout, he compliments and praises you, talking about how you inspired awe in him from the very moment he laid eyes on your plush frame. How he knew he needed you, you and nobody else, from that second forward. How perfect you were, how perfect you felt even if just around his fingers.

Minotaur Pianist who takes you home with him for the first time that night, determined to claim you as his own.

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Trapped in him

A/N: Inspired by this video and in honor of the weird monster week I’m doing over Patreon. Enjoy!

Slime monster x fem!reader || dub-con, overstimulation, free use (kinda)

You know it’s not a good idea. You’ve never had a good idea after midnight, but you are still a stubborn researcher that likes to take too much interest in her investigation. So out of pure scientific curiosity and your search for discovery, and against all recommendations, when everyone leaves the lab, you open the container of the life-form you haven’t yet decided what exactly it is… And you stick your hand inside.

The reaction is instantaneous, your whole body lurches forward until your other hand is resting against the slimy creature and you can feel the vibrations of it. You can see through it, but in a way, you know it’s sentient. You know it can feel you touching its surface the same way you can feel its texture under your fingers.

You are so mesmerized by the way it moves and the touch of it, that you don’t realize the slow caress of it’s slime form up your arm, until it reaches your shoulder. You try to pull back, but it doesn’t let you, your body is almost stuck in it. You struggle a bit harder, and the blob hums, a low vibration that travels up your arm.

You can feel a static sensation on your cells as your body reacts in the weirdest way, going plaint against its form and surrendering as heat pools in your lower abdomen.

It continues up your body. Its body wraps around yours, embracing you into a bubble of heat and slick that leaves you breathless for a second before your brain dissolves into emotions and sensations so profound and deep that you can’t process what’s happening for a second.

You stare into the horizon as the slime surrounds your body and your clothes start to disintegrate around your body. It’s weird, it barely touches your skin, the compounds it is dissolving don’t hurt or burn, your clothes just disappear into its mass and you are met with a warm something around you.

And then it starts moving and you can’t do nothing but groan as it starts thrusting, caressing, groping… It’s everywhere at once and you are being thoroughly fucked. Your brain is short circuiting as your whole body is overthrown with pleasure so intense that you can’t scream. You can’t move. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

It keeps moving around you, the slimy texture around your body sends you into another orgasm. And another. And another… Your pussy feels raw and moist at the same time, overstimulating you until you are crying and coming again. And again.

It’s not until your coworker arrives that you realize how much time has happened, her scream bringing your consciousness back to your body as you smile tiredly at her, your body too tired to do much more as you orgasm one more time…

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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beauty standards these days are insane. girls won't even look at you anymore if you don't have a tail and fangs that can pierce bone. it's just not fair

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Ok but I do need to be taken by a large monster and fucked within an inch of my life. Their cock so insanely large it should never fit, but they force it to anyways. Claws digging into my hips as they pound my little human pussy. Hot breath on my neck as they growl in pleasure. My stomach bulges with the size of them with every thrust. When they finally cum it fills me so full it overflows. I'm left a broken mess who will never be able to go back to human cock again

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Imagine being sick and finding an old family recipe for a chicken soup but the second you add the last ingredients to the pot it starts to billow smoke and the next thing you know there's a seven foot tall demon standing in your kitchen offering to kill your ex. And when you tell them no, they offer to fuck you instead.

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being fucked by a ghost is actually so hot in theory

feeling something enter you even through clothing and not being able to reach out and touch what’s defiling you, unable to run or ask for help, you just have to be used

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Saw a post about an octopus monster detaching a part of themself and leaving inside of their human partner, now imagining trying to go about my day with a tentacle deep inside, occasionally making me cum from the stimulation

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ghost bf lifting up your skirt while youre leaning over the kitchen counter and fucking into your cunt while you have to keep conversation with the guests you have over

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youre walking through the forest, enjoying the sunlight coming through the leaves, when you notice a ring of mushrooms in a clearing.

you walk over, bending down to examine the odd arrangement, when the grass lashes out, wrapping around your wrists and pulling you forwards, your knees hitting the forest floor with a thump

panicked, you attempt to fight back as more grass ensnares your limbs, pulling your chest to the ground, pinning your feet to the soft forest floor, the grass snags your clothes, lifting your skirt and pulling down your blossom, leaving you exposed in the clearing

a tinkling sound, like a bell, approaches, and you see a small shape whizz into the clearing. a fairy! the fairy flies around you, observing your situation. you call out for help, only to be ignored

the fairy circles around behind you, flying closer and touching the lips of your exposed pussy. the fairy, only slightly larger than your palm, begins to poke and prod at your pussy, tinkling at the wetness that gathers

the tinkling noised continue as the creature roughly grabs your clit, causing you to jolt, protests cut off by a surprised moan. moans and pants continue to fall from your lips as the heated sensation of the fairy's mouth radiates from your clit, kissing and sucking as the creature pulls and moves your clit

the stimulation builds along with the shame on your cheeks, pleas and pleasured cries filling the clearing, your body rocking into the fairy's ministrations, legs shaking, a line of drool coming from the corner of your mouth. the grass keeping you restrained has started to pull at your nipples, tugging and rolling them in time with the fairy's sucking on your clit

you are cumming, a long broken moan clawing from your lips, your cunt spasming around nothing as pleasure floods your body, the impossibility of the situation making your orgasm that much stronger

as you lie panting against the ground, trying to right yourself after the dizzying experience, you see the fairy hovering in front of your face, it winks at you, skin glistening with your juices, before it zips away. the grass releases your body, and you slump to fully lie on the forest floor, bewildered and blushing in satisfaction

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saw a pussy portal story, and omggggg i wish, imagine sitting bored through a lecture and a monster decides to use your portal???? getting absolutely wrecked by a giant ridged cock, panties ruined with your slick and the precum as this monster pounds your little pussy and you are forced to wobble off to the bathroom, curling up on the ground and letting the monster force broken and desperate little ah ah ah ah ahs out of your mouth, uncaring of other student who hear you cumming over and over in the stall, clenching and squirting on monster cock

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A new record shop opened last week, and you’re thankful since you’re standing in the entrance, peeling off your soaked jacket and leaving it on the coat rack next to the door, trying to wait out the sudden downpour of rain on your walk home.

There’s a soft melody coming from the record player in the corner of the room so you leave your headphones in your jacket pocket when you see there’s really no one else in the store.

You smile at the man behind the counter, who doesn’t do much besides glance up at you before going back to the book he was reading. You stare for a few seconds, entranced by the long fingers that gently hold the book open without breaking the spine, his other hand raised as he absentmindedly pulled on his bottom lip. You bite the inside of your cheek, hard enough to taste blood, as the smallest sliver of his fangs poke through the opening of his mouth.

His eyes quickly dart up to meet yours, his free hand falling to his side. He narrows his eyes the smallest bit as he tilts his head, you swear you can see the whisp of a grin on his face. “Need any help?”

“Oh, um!” You laugh awkwardly, quickly ripping your gaze away from his as you look around the store. “Nope! Ha..ha. Just, um. Yknow!”

“Sure.”

You laugh quietly again, fading off into a deep sigh as you finally take a few steps into the store. You quickly step into the CD aisle, the furthest away from the cash registers.

You flick through the first section you see, trying to preoccupy your racing thoughts. You don’t even like this genre. And you are very much regretting leaving your headphones behind as you replay the scene in your head over and over.

“You like her?” You jump and yelp quietly at the sudden voice behind you. You turn and see him pointing to the CD you held in your hand.

“Oh, um, no.” You place it back to its original spot, shaking your head. “Not really, no.”

You quickly scan the rest of the shelf, picking up a CD of an album you vaguely recognize. “This one, though,” you prattle. “This one’s nice.”

“Never heard of it,”

You do not blatantly stare at his fangs as he speaks, definitely not.

“But I’ll take your word for it.”

You nod and finally look him in the eyes, a dumb smile covering your face as you huff a laugh. “Yeah, ha.. I have good taste!” Your eyes flicker down to his mouth again. “Music taste, that is. Not because,” you stammer, cringing at yourself. “Yknow, you’re.” You bite the inside of your lip. “I really like music.”

He stares at you, a small grin overtaking his face as he nods, “Well we are in a music shop,” He says, glancing around the empty store.

He gently takes the CD from your hands, his fingers ghosting over yours, his cool touch soothes your burning skin. He turns it over in his hands, looking over the songs on the back. He hums quietly before he puts it back onto the shelf. He looks back at you, his eyes running along your exposed collarbone, raking up your neck before finally looking you in the eyes.

Every movement he makes is languid and smooth, like honey dripping from a spoon.

“Do you collect?” He says, his voice steady but soft.

“Mh-mh.” You hum, shaking your head. “I don’t even own a record play or anything, actually.” You tug at your fingers nervously, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks.

“That’s a shame.” He hums, straightening out a few piles in front of him.

“Hm?”

“I collect records.” He states.

“Oh. That’s nice, how many do you have?”

“I go to the record store a lot, because of it. That's why I work here.” He ignores your question, quietly rambling as he continues to tidy.

You nod your head, your eyes following his perfected movements of straightening out and sorting through the CDs, you watch with baited breath as his fingers flick through them. You bite your tongue to keep your nervous rambling to yourself.

You pick up a CD from the other side of the aisle, a band you actually enjoy listening to. “Well, my car still has a CD player in it, so.” You flip it over, reading the song titles on the back. You suck your teeth at the price but cover the sound by clearing your throat. “Maybe I can, um, start? A collection, I mean.”

He hums quietly, nodding his head as he smiles a little. “Good choice,” He says, nodding to what you’re holding.

“Um, thanks.” Heat rises to the back of your neck as you fail to not openly stare at the man.

You finally take a second to actually look around the store, the walls covered in many different records and CDs on display, most of them you recognize but some you don’t. There are a few posters on the walls of music artists with their albums and CDs displayed next to it.

You take a few steps toward the record player in the corner, the album it’s playing displayed next to it. You watch it spin for a few seconds, listening to it cut to a quiet static as the final song ends.

You jump as the man silently appears behind you again, a hand gently resting on your waist for a second as he passes, gone before you could really recognize it was even there. A noise leaves your mouth that sounds halfway between a gasp and a squeak.

“This is my favorite album.” He says casually, carefully placing the record back into its protective sleeve.

You nod your head and let out a shaky hum. You slightly lean against one of the tables behind you, your legs a little shaky.

You feel very dramatic about the small touch.

“Are you ready?” He turns to you with a small smile, nearly a grin.

“Ready?” You question, tilting your head.

His gaze flickers down to your exposed neck for a second before looking into your eyes. “To check out?” His tone sounds teasing but there’s blood rushing through your ears so you can’t quite tell.

“Yes!” You say, a bit too loud. “You can check me out. Well, not, y’know, check me out,” You ramble. “But you can check me out at the register, where I will be. Buying… my CD. I mean, unless…”

You quickly turn and walk away towards the register, shaking your head as you stare at the ground. You can hear his huff of laughter behind you, which only makes the red in your face burn brighter.

He’s already behind the register as you walk up. You blink at this, but put the CD down on the counter anyways.

He takes it and scans the barcode on the back, placing it inside a small bag. You avoid eye contact as you pay, fiddling with your wallet.

“Alright, you’re all set.” He says quietly, holding out the bag for you to take.

You reach for the bag but he raises it before you can take it. He leans in close, his eyes slightly narrowed, a smile on his lips. You do not stare at his fangs.

“You have to take care of it, yeah? Careful not to scratch it.” He shakes the bag a little.

“Mhm.” You hum, nodding your head dumbly.

“Good job.” He praises quietly, his voice low.

Your mouth falls open a little as he hands you the bag, you take it and nod your head again, biting the inside of your lip.

“The rains stopped.” He points to the window, where the sun is shining through a few clouds, the rain seemingly stopped for at least a few minutes.

“Uh-huh.” You jerkily nod your head. It takes you a few seconds to collect yourself before you start walking towards the door.

You take your jacket off the rack, pretty much dry by now. You flush again when you glance over at him while putting it on again, just to see him watching you, his throat bobbing as he swallows harshly.

You give him a small wave before you open the door and walk out, a small bell ringing above your head.

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There are no real monster fuckers or fake monster fuckers.

Just because someone only likes werewolves or hybrids doesn’t mean they’re fake monster fuckers.

WE’RE ALL FREAKS! YOU’RE NOT SUPERIOR BECAUSE YOU’D FUCK MORE NICHE MONSTERS!

All of us are seen as weirdos by outsiders. So shh….