#monster fuckee

[sundry-whovengerslocked]

why is it always "monsterfucker" and never monsterfuckee? when do the creatures get some representation? when do the abominations get to write self-insert?

[madamfae]

So...Ummmmm..my first time posting anything spicy so...Enjoy!

Dont know if this will get flagged but well..we will see how that goes whops

Uncensored spicey version

[livesindelusionland]

just made a moodboard for a fic idea I had whilst laying in bed this morning and I'm kicking my feet giggling over it, looks like I'm gonna spend my Christmas plotting out a fic ig

[newtabfics]

Could I maybe request Zonai Reader getting down with Tauro? Cuz like...I'm just imagining him muttering notes about her reactions for study and she just takes over cuz he needs to stop thinking long enough to come

OHOHOOHO! A story in which WE are the Monster Fuckee, I see!

"Here," He asked tentatively as he curled his fingers. He watched her shake and writhe under him, almost attempting to hide her face before he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. "I see. So that's where...then, maybe if I..."

When his thumb pressed down, she let out a shout of pleasure as his fingers were soaked, writhing under him.

She had agreed to this, yes. Mostly out of the fact that she was attracted to him, but she at least hoped he'd gotten the real hint of them being intimate.

Instead, the man was holding her down and fingering her through another climax as he got harder under his pants. She could tell his mind was at war, and she was a calamity incarnate.

Tauro shouted in surprise when he was pinned down, only to look down when Y/N's face nuzzled against the front of his pants. "Maybe I pushed you," He mumbled as she pulled them down and licked slowly along him. "Oh goddesses..."

"For once, stop thinking," She chuckled before sucking him down, ears twitching happily at the sound of his moans.

[eggedbellies]

For logical consistency reasons, it's weird, I can't stand stories where a monster puts their eggs (as in ova) and sperm in the same place/hole in somebody. It's just an unsound evolutionary strategy, that's self-fertilization, which is basically inbreeding with yourself and leads to genetic problems when done regularly. If you're just using somebody just put clonal embryos in eggs in them instead, instead of compounding recessive genetic problems (Monsterfucking Bio Pet Peeve Rant 1/2)

(Monsterfucking Bio Pet Peeve Rant 2/2) Instead of putting sperm + eggs (as in ova) in the same hole of someone, better monster breeding strategy ideas would be: (1) Have egg-shaped spermatophore packages put in someone to fertilize their ova (and also make them produce shelled eggs once knocked up ?) ... or (2) Milk someone who makes sperm and then shove the eggs (ova) fertilized with the fuckee's sperm back into the fuckee's hole (sort of seahorse style). (Human/Monster Hybridization = sexier)

Whenever I have a critter doing fertilisation and egg implantation from the same place, I always go w the assumption they collected the sperm from another member of their own species rather making it themselves. That they aren't safely able to carry a clutch themself, so fertilising it 'in house' so to speak would be dangerous, whereas carrying them stored seperately until you can shove em in a host and be like ok now u get to be a womb whilst these grow rapidly is a more sound 'don't die lol' strategy.

[femboyhooters]

Monster fucker or monster fuckee?

omg fuckee i want to be a monster so bad

[medicinalcannibalism]

Monster fuckery is fun and games till you realize you empathize more with the monster than the fuckee

[puppbun]

Doing that Assumption this because I this it's fascinating and quite brave of you. I only went back like 9 days/ You post alot but so far I have gather this.

You may be shy or easily flustered. You enjoy waiting for your pleasure, especially if the wait makes it more intense or someone benefits from seeing you struggle. You may like overstim. You seem pretty submissive with a great need to please that some ppl may take for granted. You're people pleaser nature may make it difficult for you to say no. You may either be touch starved or have a love language of physical touch, words of affirmation though this may fight with you love of humiliation and degradation kinks, and quality time. You may be selective with who you welcome into your personal space but enjoy that person was they are there even if you aren't able to verbalize it often. You like puns, prop comedy, and situational funnies ( Idk how to explain this). Physical indicators,smell body temp, etc of attraction are enjoyed by you and I believe are meant to point to not being on a hormonal contraceptive ( though that may be a bit too invasive. and typing it now does feel low key creepy). You probably prefer moderate temps with light breezes and mild frost for which you can wear sweaters but don't have to deal with intense cold. You're open to BDSM and kink positive, even with those that may not resonate with you. You enjoy when ppl are open honest with there kinks if they are comfortable with that. You enjoy ownership and may prefer a caretaker/little or pet dynamic. You may like sense deprivation and may enjoy giving complete control over to your partner, trusting that they will know your limits. You may prefer t4t relationships. You don't mind getting hurt for loved ones. You enjoy liberal affection and would prefer blurred lines between lovers and friends. You may enjoy politics but not for debate but for the way it may explain universal human experiences as you care greatly about social welfare(as if how well humans are doing). You are climate conscious and may enjoy green spaces[not sure what I meant here. maybe you like plants or hiking. idk]. You are an artist. You're a furry and may have interesting views on humanity and what makes someone human. [I best explained this to myself as if you were playing Detroit Becoming Human you would be on the side of the androids. If you've read Sophie's World you probably would have cried at the end when Sophie asks you not to close the book so she can live]. With this vein of thought you would be open to a non human relationship if that person was able to pass the are they a human test. You are a monster fucker/fuckee. You may have struggled with depression, anxiety, and imposter syndrome. Including things like burn out, executive dysfunction, or procrastination. You like music, art and anime. You may even like to sing or at least have a really great appreciation for music, song writing or catchy tunes. You support piracy and recreational drug use whether for you or others if they choose so. You're against censorship. You like pink and fluffy things and white furniture because you want to color/design it. You may learn towards erotic text over images, but you most likely do consume hentai and it's derivatives. You may enjoy exhibition. You really like art and may even enjoy playing games. You may believe in spirituality but not religion as you may come from a highly religious area or family. Overall reads shy at first until comfortable. Very kind as in afraid to impose on others because you may not feel like you are allowed to do that. A good, caring friend that enjoys little knick knacks and understand how ppl view things.

Hope you enjoy my random assumptions about you. I thought this was fun and played detective as if you were a book character. Hope you don't mind or feel offended. I will say though at some point it seemed like I was just making up shit but like I guess that's what assumptions are.

Peace out and have an amazing day.

wahhh- okay so this is a lot-

honestly ive had to reread it a few times becuase i thought I was making stuff up as i was reading it but you are reallyREALLY accurate??? >/////<

Thank you again for the ask! <3

[eldritchtouched]

Monsterfucking where the monster is a brutish creature letting loose on an innocent damsel: ❌

Monsterfucking where the monster is gentle and loving and there’s more variance of who’s fucker and who’s fuckee: ✅

Also, Mohg needs to get absolutely railed by Miquella because I swear that man’s somehow more of a bottom than I am.

[xenophiliarp]

I’ll have you know, my birthday is in 11 days, and I want nothing more than that week before, and all of, October to be welcome for monster fuckers and fuckees ONLY.

[tsunflowers]

ngl the idea of fun, campy 18+ sentai parody sounds really neat, like, not necessarily just for porn but for comedic purposes? Like anime OVA that don't really serve as hentai, just funny absurd sexy time shit

I THOUGHT this is what that toku porn site would be about, I forget the name? polar? luna? lemon?! Whatever it was, I hate the whole damsel in distress thing

I literally saw girls x heroine parodies on there once and ofc the actors were of age but that is so fuckeed upp

that's what I think too! sentai can already be kind of fetishy with female villain costumes and some monster of the week attacks where you know people 20 years later are going to be like "oh my god that's why I'm into inflation/feet/hypnosis." I think it's fun to embrace the campiness but make it sexy. I want to see characters treating sex based plots with the same gravitas sentai characters treat dumbshit villain plans like making everyone think they're catching beetles

I can't ever forgive giga (I dont know where you got any of those names. it's giga) for the girls x heroine parodies it grosses me out so much. sailor moon and precure are already bad but those are anime characters at least. the thought that someone was looking at characters played by irl children and was like what if this was porn is so upsetting

[vampirekiller1997]

Gay People not wanting to fuck rem from death note is like evil like how dare you not want to fuck the monster stud death god I thought you this was the monster fuckee sight

Someone tag saying her hair looked like worms and im just like actually the queen got locs but ok kys then

[fantoccia]

Once I'm done with my sammich I'm gonna dive in. Remember the tag is #Angie Reads if you wanna follow/ignore.

Plus I just found another romance novel but this time the monster fuckee is a rougarou. The author misspelled it, however, which doesn't bode well.

[darckcarnival]

So if you are a monster, would that make you a monster fuckee?

"Aaaand there it is, okay."

"I'll get technical then. By that technicality, yes, that would make me that monster. However, I am also incredibly human, and completely embrace my humanity, thank you, so that would make me I suppose, entry level monster fuckee? But I am also a monster fucker by that technicality my self. No, I will not elaborate."

[yanderenightmare]

So being the Enji fucker (fuckee?) I am, I do have to wonder, what would happen if I hid from him? He's got this huge mansion like place I'm trapped in, surely I can just hide away in a far-flung cupboard he probably doesn't even know about with some water and food. Just to avoid those hot and heavy hands, that demeaning, horrible gaze, that low predatory growl, just for a little bit. He's not going to be too mad, right? When he comes home from a long days work only to find no one to greet him?

THIRST!

goodiebag WARNINGS: anxiety, abuse, profanity

YANDERE ! TODOROKI ENJI - ENDEAVOR

You think hiding in a pantry can muffle out the roaring fuming raging wrath of his voice? Silly thing, all you wanted was to escape the feeling of raked coals and simmering embers, but all you managed to do was boost the flame. He’s shouting now, no longer just growls, but roars, barks, like some monster, some beast, or demon, or God. It serves you no good, reduced to rocking back and forth with your hands clasped tightly over your ears, trying to calm how the tears come pouring from your eyes like rivulets, but you hear him coming closer, you hear his thundering footsteps, how he’s slamming doors open, until yours is the cupboard door that’s ripped off its hinges and those same destructive hands are right where you’d feared them, and that same horrible gaze is locked, searing notches into your skin, and his roaring goes back to growling, growling for you to shut up and take your punishment like the brat you are.

[vukovich]

Ch. 38:  Slow Burn, Good Stretch

Excerpts from Ch. 38 of 40.

New chapters on Fridays at 5 pm, Chicago time... but not for much longer.

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The Dregs

Settle slowly. Sentiment drifts like sediment. Tears or sand, coarse variant. Pearls and wisdom gleam, light holy.

Draff unearthed in mineshaft lowly. Lust-streaked veins of pure resentment. Settle… Sloooowly… Sentiment drifts like sediment.

Shifting substrate grows below me. Clear waters. Eyes blink. Sentient. Visions in context. Prescient. Settle. Slowly.

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Harry wasn’t “fine”. Not by a long shot. Harry was fighting an exhausted sexual combustion of his own making as he watched the hours creep by. 5:00 PM couldn’t come fast enough. 

But he surely would. Repeatedly.

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“You brought contraband into the Ministry, Councilwoman Granger?”

She yanked her hand out of her jacket pocket and scrubbed it on her hip. 

Shit shit shit…

“Uhm… I…. No?”

“Sorry, ma’am. Rules. I’ll show you to your cell.”

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“What do you want for dinner?”

“Gonna eat your arse for dinner,” Draco mumbled.

Harry went to laugh at the joke, but realized it wasn’t a joke. His face froze in quiet consideration. One sleepy, heavy-lidded grey eye examined him from over his bicep.

“And then, death by cock sucking,” Draco whispered against Harry’s skin.  Harry did laugh at that one. 

“If only it worked like that. The war could have been downright fun.”

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Ron surveyed his handiwork.  Good enough.  The Head Auror wouldn’t be back to his flat for several more days.  Ron would be able to get the carcass out of Harry’s fridge before then.

The dismembered limbs fit together rather nicely on the top and bottom shelves. For lack of a better solution, he hid two glass jars of drained blood in the fridge door with the condiments. Mustard, Quintaped blood, mayonnaise, hot sauce, Quintaped blood.

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Harry’s mobile buzzed, and Draco reached for it. A better option than a Tempus.  Little boxes with Hermione’s name and what he assumed were Auror names lined up across the screen, the messages hidden. Above it, “4:45 PM”.

Fifteen minutes. A wicked grin spread, and he licked his lips. This Auror was going to find out just how filthy Draco Malfoy’s mouth could be.

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“Has Harry replied to you at all? I’m getting nothing from him.”

“Nope. Same here.”

Adams tapped the corner of his mobile against his chin, thinking. “Malfoy’s parole is up in a few minutes. Maybe he’s waiting till after then.”

“What?! Draco’s sentence was passed on Monday afternoon.”  Hermione flopped down on her cot with a huff.  “Harry tampered with the paperwork, didn't he?"

“Mmm hm.”

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Ron kept a hold of the back of Lou’s shirt, careful to not let his arm near the boy’s gnarled hair and Hyena Tree pods.

“Alright, buddy. We’re gonna use up all of Aunt Ginny’s fancy pantsy conditioner, and you’re gonna tucker out.”

Lou beamed up at him. “Oh, fuckee!”

Ron snorted a laugh as he combed the first pod out. “Shh… Blabbermouth.”

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“Mm,” Draco hummed. “No, I do not fear facing the Cock Ness Monster.”

Harry faked an amused huff. “What was it, then?”

“I’m not sure…” Draco sighed and nipped at the inside of his bottom lip. “I don’t know what we are, Harry. We were inconveniences to each other, at best, and now… this. And I don’t know what that makes us.”

“Well, I mean, dating, obviously. Boyfriends, I guess?” Harry asked with a grimace.

Draco hummed low in warning. “Not my favorite word. Especially for two men who were not friends as boys. Too much irony.”

“Manfriends.”

“No.”

“Partners?”

“Aurors have partners.”

“Lovers?” Harry offered, mentally straining to not blurt out Husbands.

“I suppose.” Draco’s fingers skimmed over Harry’s chest, peaking his nipples. “Sounds a bit salacious.”

“Fits with that fucking mouth of yours, then,” Harry murmured against Draco’s hair.

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“Harder.”

“Not yet.”

“Harder.”

“Not yet.”

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“Say it?” Harry whispered.

Draco grinned, head lolling back onto Harry’s shoulder.  “I love you,” he whispered, throat strained with the angle, voice hoarse.

Harry’s teeth scraped his earlobe. “Again?”

Draco sighed, all at once languid. “I love you.”

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“I’ll see you later. Or tomorrow. Or I’ll send an owl or something.” Harry shrugged his jacket on, and Draco felt his own nudity acutely.

“Oh,” he whispered. “Alright.”

Harry turned and crossed the living room, distantly aware of a faint I love you.

“Head Auror’s Office.” 

Green flames whisked him away.

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Ron stepped out of the Wheal Elvan Floo to find a tousled Draco in nothing but black lace knickers and… bruises. Bruises and bite marks. Ron drew a sharp breath through his nose as he took him in. Red-purple fingerprints decorated Draco’s hips and shoulders. Imprints of teeth ran down his neck on one side.

“Uhm, is Harry awake? I think I need to have a word with him,” Ron said cooly.

“Oh, he left,” Draco whispered, eyes unfocused.

“I’m sorry. What?” Ron spat.

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Draco stood in front of the Floo, nearly naked, a chocolate muffin in each hand, and a brain full of fuzz. He needed a nap. A nap, and several more languid, lazy orgasms. But Granger was up a tree, and that was unacceptable.

Luna could probably fix this.

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“Malfoy.”

“Longbottom.”

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Chapter 1