#monster fucking

[dampsleeves]

cw // arachnophobia

guys lemme introduce you to my (& my homie @veersnz's) new husband

he's just a doll isn't he? :3 (need him carnally)

[animentality]

[fvcking-fae]

Werewolf bf that gets so so sexually frustrated because you’re ovulating for the first time around him and he can’t handle it.

He spends all day hard and in pain but he won’t touch you until you ask.

And when you finally do he throws you to the ground and pins you down and grips your hips so tight as he finally pushes into your heat 😫

[yourgoodbuck]

[image id: a set of three, cartoon orange tentacles on a white background. there is text on top of and underneath the tentacles, which reads, "if youre cold, theyre cold / put them in your holes" /end ID]

[temptresstitania]

is this a safe space. can i talk abt werewolf dykes overpowering vampire dykes and knotting them or no.

[wired-for-weird]

hey what if I was a big quadruped beast and you were impaled on me, tied up tight against my belly so that with every step my cock jolted inside of you, making you come until you passed out. what then.

[levilaughlove]

❝T-that's going..in..me?❞ 🔞

→ Authors note: Hey, it's been a while. Sorry for the hiatus.₊ ⊹

⤿Heads up - m!reader x H♯rny tentacle monster || Mentions of dubious consent || Monster is faceless, literally just tentacle| || Very very descriptive terms || Overstimulation & C♯m Kink.

"M/n!" shouted a woman's voice from downstairs. It was your mum. You knew exactly what she wanted. You once offered to go hunting for a rare animal since your family tried and failed. Since you succeeded, your mum has non-stop been begging you to do it again as food was running low.

"I know mom, i'm going." You shouted back, putting on your dark wash jeans and belt, lazily throwing on a black hoodie and running out. Behind your home was a forest, a quiet one. The dirt and leaves crinkle and crack underneath the pressure of your feet. It's also a bit windy out.

Soon, you've gotten deep into the forest, definitely far from home. No sign of the animal but— CRASH.

By your left foot, you are dragged underground. Fuck, you hadn't seen that ditch. Your face once thrashing against sharp branches soon met with slimey, but soft....something? Regaining consciousness, you slowly open your eyes.

A light rosy colored room surrounded you. The walls are squishy, wet, and pulsating. There are humps in the equally squishy floor pulsating under you. You feel naked, you are naked. Noticing your clothing haphazardly tossed around the area.

Soon, the squishy room pulsates faster, stimulating your manhood just a bit. "He's awoken."

Before you could react to the deep, unhuman voice, a powdery gas floods your scent, making your libido rise alarmingly high. You were hard, real hard. Your brain foggy, in desire to be fucked beyond repair. "Hello." A tentacle rises from the squishy floor and hovers over your aroused body. It's big and girthy, not to mention drenched in slick. Soon 6 others rise along with. One of the 6 sneaks under your waist along your stomach and lifts your ass to the air. Hole drenched preparing subconsciously.

"Gnh..." Your groan back. Unable to give any coherent words due to your horny, foggy brain. "Don't worry love, we will take great, great care of you..." The voice says lowly. A tentacle approaching your needy wet dick. The voice turns you on even more. You buck your hips back hoping to catch the closed tentacle into your tight hole.

The wet, thick tentacle jerks off your manhoods slow and hard, pulling as many sinful moans as possible. Each time it works it was up to your glands, it pulls a drop of precum from your dick. Another tentacle can be felt prodding at your tight ass ring, begging for permission. You buck your hips back once again, the tip of the tentacle penetrates. A loud moan is pulled from your throat at the double sensation.

The thick tentacle at your ass shoves itself fully in, easily sliding in due to the slick. It wasted no time in rutting against the inside of your gummy walls, pounding at every go. The tentacle on your dick speeds up the pace, not one to be outdone. Another 2 tentacles lift up each of your legs giving the first tentacle easier access. The last 2 play with your nipples, stimulating the buds and sucking at them.

The sensation were almost to much for you, as you let out a loud, porn-like moan, your mouth drooling & agape, eyes low and lolled back, tears pouring from them. The tentacles however, didn't stop as the fucked you through your rough orgasm. Now, you were gripping the floor underneath, your hot body begging for a break.

"Hnng..." The voice says. Soon unleashing thick, white liquids into your abused hole fucking it back in as all the tentacle begin to slow.

You pass out to the overwhelming pleasure and leave the rest to the monster.

"Now, you are ours." Each tentacle helping to carry you elsewhere. Who knows where? Doesn't matter, anyway.

[monstersighing]

Your monster boyfriend is big. His hard cock too thick and long to fit inside you, so he ruts between your thighs with rough, desperate thrusts that shake your whole body.

He flips you over onto your back just before he comes so he can spill his seed over your stomach and crotch.

Your monster boyfriend, rubbing the come over your hole with a single thick, blunt finger and then pushing inside. The stretch and the wet sounds of his pumping finger making you moan.

Your monster boyfriend shoving a finger of the other hand into your mouth for you to suck on so you come twitching and drooling, filled at both ends.

[otherworldly-tresses]

A demon king that gets more riled up and intense when you call them "my lord" and "my king"

[jelliedink]

Ancient Vampire Partner as a Service Top Headcanons

Warnings: Pure smut. Mentions of death, blood, violence. No gender specified, but reader do get periods. Implication of abusive relationship. Author's note: I wrote an extensive introduction to this post, but then I realised that was mostly me rambling. So I decided to get straight (and kinda gay) to the point. Shall we? Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Here's my take on how I think the sexual dynamic between a human and their ancient vampire lover would go:

Your ancient vampire partner knew they had to be gentle and careful with you. Much like us when carrying a newborn puppy, they were aware of how easily your bones could break if they got too excited. Since sex for them was now more of an echo from their human days and not a survival need, they were ok with going without sex for long periods of time, perhaps waiting until you were ready to be turned. For now, they thought it was safer to wait.

You, on the other hand, were very much not ok with this. You were human, your body evolved to make happy chemicals from sex. As if that wasn't enough, the main survival strategy of your partner's species was looking hot as fuck to lure humans, getting their thoughts so clouded by lust that they'd ignore the stone cold touch, the sharp fingernails, the bluish hue of their skin and the sharpness of their teeth. Your whole body went crazy just by looking at them.

They knew you couldn't help it. So, whenever you were needy and in the mood, they didn't mind putting you on their lap, back against their chest, and touch you until you've had enough. They loved being able to make you feel good, whispering on your ear while playing with your body: "What do you want to try today?" "Do you want me to get one of our toys?" "Does it feel good like this?" "Is this intensity enough?"

In the days you desperately needed to feel them inside of you, they ignored their own desire while watching you ride them mesmerised, gently guiding your hips up and down while kissing and caressing whatever part of your beautiful, soft and warm body they could reach. God, how pretty you looked with your eyes out of focus, using their body to get off and scratch that itch.

And when you were too tired they gladly took the lead, paying attention to your every reaction, focusing on how to serve you better: "Hold my shoulders tight so I can reach deeper without hurting you, ok?" "Slow and steady, precious, or you'll be tired before we can have the amount of fun you deserve." "Here, it will feel even better if you touch yourself too."

But they were far from being selfless. The moment you got your period they morphed into a feral and self-serving beast, unable to control themselves any more than a hungry lion would if near a trapped deer. This was one of the very few times they could feed off of you and they were not letting all this food go to waste.

You'd get properly cushioned in a comfortable position, a heating pad on your lower belly, your legs on their shoulders and they would lick you clean. Prepare to be there for a while, no amount of begging would make them let you get up until they're finished. Of course you always tried to. Every time this happened, they'd first try to convince you with love and praises, but their tone got increasingly more authoritative and mean until you couldn't recognise your lover anymore. "My baby, you taste so good." "How can you be so good to me, my little angel?" "Can't you hold on just a bit more? Please? For me?" "Oh, you're being tortured with too many orgasms? You poor thing, that sounds so terrible." "Pretty, you're not getting up. Don't think that you have a choice just because I'm trying to be nice." "Maybe if I show you how painful I can make it you'll realise how good you're having it stop being such a whiny ungrateful brat. You want this, my baby? You want me to hurt you? So don't make me hurt you."

In the end they'd kiss your whole weak body and your puffed teary face while begging for your forgiveness. They'd say they don't deserve you, they are a monster, they just don't know how to control themselves when you smell like this and they were so hungry. You'd be pampered: a hot bath, body massage, your favourite food, that thing you've been eyeing for so long but was way too out of your budget.

They'd do just about anything you ask for. Anything but promise not to do it again.

[konigsblog]

monster fucking, tentacles, NON-CON

my favourite thing to write about is eldritch!könig, there's something about tentacles that rewires my brain and makes me feel all fuzzy and wet just at the thought...

he's so unintentionally rough, but aware and not afraid to bully his tentacles further into your swollen cunt. he lives for those glossy eyes, a huge fan of your tears and makes sure to see atleast a few tears rolling down those pretty, slapped cheeks while he pounds into you.

an uncontrollably enraged beast with jealousy issues is a recipe for having your insides bruised and raw. whenever you see's another sea god gazing at you for s little too long, he'll immediately wrap his thick and heavy tentacles around your aroused body. one rubbing your clit and the other shielding you.

he hisses, he's feral and ruthless. he hates when you wriggle too much or deny him of his many needs – one being your very body, precious and desired. he'll scratch and watch as you thrash beneath him, before succumbing to the eldritch monster.

the painful sounds of your screams and wails and the ancient god above you speaking in a language no mortal could understand. with each thrust comes a grunt, before he had you creaming around his many suckers that seep murky and potent seed into you.

he'll bury his eggs inside your pussy, making sure he has the chance and opportunity to get you full and pregnant with whatever abomination and monster grows inside your stomach...

[dampsleeves]

“Oh, you’re a monsterfucker? Do you consider yourself to be undesirable by human standards and want to find someone who is the same way so you can both choose to love each other anyways? 🤓”

I told you that I want a really really big werewolf to rearrange my guts what are you yapping about

[cafterdark]

I don't think y'all truly grasp what fucking a god would be like.

Not only are they beings who can shape reality like clay, but they have such a massively different conception of time, morality, and existence that they become alien to you

For example, let's say you are a normal guy:

One moment you're looking at yourself in the mirror, the next in a quiet field. Before you even have a chance to react, a voice rips through your tissue paper body. It is multilayered, unable to stick to one voice, but is it smooth and alluring and almost feminine.

"I have chosen thee to be my temple." The voice says.

"W...who are you?" You stutter out.

The voice doesn't answer. For a moment you wonder if you've gone insane, then she begins. A thousand hands of light touch you, some delicate and precise, some wild and rough. They grab and grope and tear and claw and brush and pinch and slap all over, all at once. One hand grabs your short hair and forces you to look up in the air and she says:

"Let me show you your purpose."

You are launched in time to a temple, backwards or forwards, you don't know. It is lit by candles, showing that you're at the feet of a massive marble statue of a nude woman. The hands force you to your knees, all while feeling up your boiling body. You look up and only catch a glimpse of her beautiful thighs before you're unstuck in time again.

You feel yourself dragged back to reality. You're in a woman's body, being fucked by two other women in a dingy hotel. One hold the leash to a collar around your neck, the other holding your legs as she fucks you with her dick. The hands are still there and guide you, teasing each moans from your throat and buck of your hips. You've never felt this good ever as you start ascending the mountain of arousal. The collar chokes you enough for a momentary blackout

You're back in the temple, still looking up. You catch a glimpse of her hips, grabbable, with curves in just the right spots. You blink in awe and find yourself in another woman's body, actually no, a robot woman's body. You're connected to a machine made of tech so powerful you can't comprehend by series of wires and plugs throughout your body. A woman, dressed in lab wear smiles, kisses you, and starts the machine. You feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. The woman's smile widens, then a notification appears on your HUD

Sensitivity increased 150%

A soft glide teaches down your back and you feel your entire body kicks in response. You ascend further up, climbing step after step towards orgasm. Each touch the machine simulates makes you skip ten steps. The woman's laughs at you makes you skip more. The heat is unbearable, your fans spinning at Max speed, their noise filling the background. You get a warning notification about overheating and you're back at the temple.

The hands keep your arousal steady as the hand tilts your head further up still. You're enraptured by the most perfect pair of tits you have ever seen. The last bit of thought you we're holding onto is wiped away by their glory. But before you can properly worship them, you're thrown back in time.

You're in another temple, hazy and thick with the perfume of incense. You're in a priestess' body slick with oil, prepared to worship your goddess with your other priestesses. You look around and see the rest of your order staring at you and approach. After a long moment, you realize that you're the offering. The other women attack you with kisses and teeth and hands and nails in just the right spots. Each blow brings you closer to the peak. They pin you down and begin fucking you with their trained tongues and you blank out. You're so close now you can see the peak. You pray to just be allowed to reach it.

You're set back to the temple again and with one swift yank of your long hair, brings your eyes to the statues face.

It's you.

You don't know how you know. It looks nothing like you, but it's you. And you're gorgeous you can feel the orgasm coming, it's so so so so close now. The world stops, your body freezes.

You find yourself stuck one step before the peak, staring at your beautiful features and unable to do anything about it. You're stuck there for a long time. An hour? A year? A Millennia? A second? You don't know. But by the end, you're asking Her to let you cum. She responds:

"Do you know your purpose?"

"Yes... Goddess," you pant out. "As your temple... Where your followers... Worship you"

"Good Girl" She says.

Those two words bring you over the edge and you find yourself cumming harder than you've ever done before. Each convulsion rips away a part of your past life, what you ate for breakfast, your job, your hobbies, your name. If you could think through the tsunami of pleasure, you wouldn't care. Goddess will provide, she always will. But for now, you are drowning in devotional ecstasy.

After an eternity, you finally feel the afterglow bleed in. The hands let go and you collapse to the floor, letting the darkness consume you.

You wake up on the bathroom floor and groan. Was it really just a dream? You get up and look in the mirror and see you. Not the fake you that you wore before, but the you Goddess crafted, her masterpiece. You smile and dance in your body, that statue turned flesh, and laugh a beautiful laugh to celebrate and thank Her.

"You know your purpose and are trained in it," She says in the back of your mind. "Begin."

"Yes Goddess"

You leave the bathroom and begin your new life. After all, what's a god without her temple?

[fvcking-fae]

You’re tied to a bench and gagged and being slowly fucked by a sex machine as several tall alien creatures surround you to watch. Then one of them turns the knob on the machine to make it go a little faster, making you moan and wiggle.

“As you can see, this particular human quite enjoys our machine. One similar to a machine on earth except I’ve brandished it with genitalia more shaped like ours. I’ve tested a few different shapes but this human seems to prefer ours.”

“You abducted it, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Have you administered the aphrodisiac? It seems… panicked?”

“I haven’t yet. I was observing its raw reactions to our particular genital shape. But we can administer some now. If you would just remove its gag.”

A large hand reached around your head and unbuckled the strap, lifting the gag from your face. You moaned and begged.

“P-please… no more… I c-can’t take anymore.” You begged as the machine continued to pump into your abused hole.

“Is it okay?” You heard one ask.

“Yes. It’s just been having orgasms for a few hours. It’s very sensitive is all. But after the aphrodisiac is administered it should calm down a bit more.“

The tall creature brought a tentacle shaped tube to your mouth and slipped it slowly down the back of your throat. You gagged a little then tasted a sugary liquid and couldn’t stop yourself from swallowing a couple mouthful, and then the tube was taken away.

“It shouldn’t take long before we see the effects. It will start to struggle a bit more but that’s just because it’s getting eager to climax.”

“It doesn’t need a break?”

“It does occasionally. But with this one I’m testing its boundaries.”

After a few more seconds you started panting and pulling at your restraints.

“It’s turning a bit red. I heard that means they’re sick.”

“That’s the aphrodisiac. It’s getting flustered. If you look at its vital signs you’ll see its heart rate is increasing and its arousal at the same rate. Here.” The creature handed another alien dildo to their friend. “Touch the tip of this to its lips.”

As the dildo reached your lips your tongue acted on its own and poked out of your mouth to lick the toy. Your mouth opened wider and you saw the one holding it look up to the experimenter for permission and they nodded. The toy was slowly pushed into your mouth and you eagerly sucked it down until you couldn’t anymore.

The experimenter turned the machine knob and watched as it fucked into you faster and your body writhed and arched and you moaned around the toy. Your moans got louder and longer and you felt another orgasm approaching. You noticed an “X-ray” cross section of your hole on a screen and saw it tightening.

“Interesting…”

“Isn’t it?”

“Is it going to climax soon? I’ve never seen a human orgasm.”

“It should in a few seconds.”

And they were right. You soon came and couldn’t help how your body jerked and twitched. The moans from your mouth were muffled by the alien toy. It was removed slowly, your saliva dripping from it.

“… m-more. Please…”

“Fascinating how easily the aphrodisiac can change its mind. Will you keep this one? It’s not as frightened or hostile as some other humans we’ve abducted.”

“I might have to. It’s a wonderful test subject.”

[snowyves]

Did I forget to put in this one little detail that your minotaur husband has a mushroom head cock?

Him having to stretch you out whenever he goes in or out is absolutely deliciously excruciating, whenever he cums inside you, he just scoops it all out accidentally using his mushroom head, but isn't that just an amazing excuse?

I suppose He just has to fill you up again..

[maraschino-dyke]

Leaning into my monsterfucking tendencies a bit, but I can't stop thinking about succubi with intoxicating milk or cum.

She pulls you to her chest and urges you to drink from her tit, and you do, eagerly, desperately. You drink, and drink, and drink, and you don't even notice you're drunk until the room spins and your eyes cross and your legs feel so wobbly you can't help but slump limply against her, too wasted to notice her fondling your weak little body. She slips her hand down your shirt, careful not to prick you with her long black claws as she plays with your nipples, squeezing your soft, pretty tits. Then her hand moves south to rub your aching clit, whispering into your ear what a good girl you are—your slurred speech and drunken giggles are so cute! You'll get on your knees for me, won't you, pretty girl?

She says it like she's asking, like you have a choice. But you can't even think, let alone stand up, and the second she takes a step back from you, you're tumbling to the ground, sloppy smile plastered across your face the whole time.

She grabs you by the hair and pulls you to your knees before sliding her big, thick demon cock into your mouth. Her intoxicating tit-milk's already got you drunk and horny and and eager to please, making it that much easier for her to facefuck you into oblivion. You're too drunk to resist if you wanted to, anyhow. She pumps thick ribbons of hot salty cum down your throat, and you drink the lot of it with pleasure, not realizing her load will only exacerbate your intoxication. Once you've swallowed every drop of her cum and you're a giggling, hiccuping, drooling mess, too stupid to remember your own name, she'll fuck your holes over and over and over again—until you start to sober up, at which point she'll shove her cock back down your throat and pump your stomach full of spiked cum again until you're even drunker than you were the night before.