#monster kink

[davinawritings]

Try Not To Knot

Werewolf Boyfriend x Female Reader

Warnings: Sex, Knotting, Creampie

Imagine spending the holidays with your werewolf boyfriend and his family. You’re staying with them for two whole weeks in his childhood home. It’s already been a week, and your boyfriend is ready to leave. With all his family in the house, you have been sharing a room with his brother and sister-in-law, meaning he hasn’t felt your wet cunt wrapped around his cock in a week. 

His patience is running thin, and his cock is throbbing, the need to bury himself inside you too much. His family is all sitting in the living room when his mom announces that dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. You let him know you are going to go wash your hands and will be back in a moment. Looking around and seeing everyone busy in their own conversations, he sneaks off after you. You were just about to close the bathroom door when he pushes it open.

You ask what he’s doing, but he keeps saying how much he needs you, his clawed hands running along your body wherever he can. You bite on your lips to keep your moans down and try to tell him you don’t have time. His knot takes forever to go down, and dinner is almost ready. Werewolf boyfriend promises he won’t knot you; it will just be a quickie. He won’t be able to last another week without the feeling of your cunt. 

You relent, feeling your own need taking over. In less than a minute, you’re both stripped, and his cock is inside you. Your ass is on the edge of the sink, and you both bury your faces in each other’s bodies, trying to mask your moans and groans. A week of no sex has you both on the edge quickly. His cock stretches your tight cunt open as he bullies your g-spot. You cum hard, gushing on his thick cock as he keeps thrusting inside you. 

You can tell he’s close and try to push his hips back slightly so he doesn’t knot you, already feeling him swelling. When he keeps moving forward, you remind him he can’t knot you, the warning broken up by your moans and whimpers. His large hands hold you in place as he growls out, “Fuck. Your pussy feels too good. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Can’t fucking st- stop”.

You try once more to push him away, just enough to keep his rapidly swelling knot from entering your dripping cunt. He pays you no mind, giving you one final hard thrust, his entire cock filling you to the hilt as his knot fully expands, keeping you locked in place. Cum shoots from his pulsing cock, stuffing your already full cunt as he bites down on your neck to keep from moaning too loud. You cum again as he bites down, hips grinding his swollen cock inside you desperately, hands buried in his fur.

You both pant as you calm down, his knot locked firmly inside you. You look at him and say, “You’re explaining to your family why we aren’t having dinner with them. I’m pretty sure I’m never going to be able to look any of them in the eyes again”. He laughs and kisses your forehead before saying, “Worth it.” You roll your eyes but can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face at finally being knotted again.

[monstersflashlight]

How do different monster boyfriend react to reader putting sex ban for a month cause they made us extremely angry.

Werewolf!boyfriend would be so whiny. He would totally be begging after you all day long. Maybe not for the first couple of days, he'd be cool and thinking you'd break and end up impaled on his knot. But after the third day without any action he'd get desperate, trying to hump you any chance he gets. And then he'd start to beg until you think he's so pathetic you end up jerking him off until he makes a mess. Such a good boy for you when he wants to be.

Dragon!boyfriend would be annoyed. He would be all "I don't care", and would fly away and don't come back for at leas a whole day. That would only make you madder, because on top of being angry you are worried for him. But when he comes back, it is with so many presents you don't know how to react. If you are mad at him, he can make it up to you, he can give you anything, he would surrender his whole fortune if that means you not being mad. Once you tell him it's okay, he would hold you down and rut into you until you don't know any other words that's not his name.

Vampire!boyfriend would be super salty. He would give you the cold shoulder and act as if he doesn't care about it. As if he doesn't care about you. But the second you hug him to go to sleep, he would be feeling more and more guilty. He would totally wake you up with some aphrodisiac venom in your clit to eat you out until you pass out. (You would def forgive him after that, and ask him to do it again.)

Orc!boyfriend and Minotaur!boyfriend would be extremely mad right back. You know how they get when they can't rut you for a day, what do you expect if you don't fuck them for more than that? So they wait patiently until you've done with your "tantrum" (that's part of why you are mad) and then they'd press you down, legs over their shoulders and fucking you into submission. You can be mad at them if you want to, but you wouldn't take their hole away from them. By the time they are done you don't even remember why you were mad in the first place.

Let me know if you want to know the reaction to other monsters! Also reminder that you can send requests like this one and I'll do some headcanons <3

[symbiomancy]

mirror —ghost

—summary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.

—warnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.

—word count: 1,3k

—a/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3

The best thing about living alone, you’ve come to realize, is the privacy. You’re free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.

The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. There’s barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt that’s more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someone’s cool hands sliding down your body.

Seriously, you need to get out of the house and meet people instead of fantasizing about the cool touch of your fridge. But the outside is infinitely hotter than the inside.

You kick the bedsheet away from your body, grumbling at the lingering day heat. You’d stripped the sheet from the duvet the moment spring chill had plunged into summer heat and stuffed the latter into the closet until fall. Even then, you tend to wake up without the sheet in the morning, finding it crumbled on the floor. Yesterday was another sweltering day. It has left the air stuffy and the fans only push the warm, stale heat around without providing any relief. You unplug them in a fit of frustration and cringe at the feeling of moisture when you lay against your pillow again.

Sleep doesn’t completely evade you but you’re not fully asleep, either. You think so, at least. There are moments of brief blackouts, where you open your eyes and turn to look at the time only to find not even an hour has passed. Your eyelids feel heavy.

Then, there are the hands on your body. Caressing, petting, groping. They’ve been there for some time now, just touching, feeling. They’re not cold, just cool enough to feel pleasant against your heated skin and inject some relief into your sluggish thoughts of sun and heat. A sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Fingertips trance the expanse of your skin, draw constellations between your moles and freckles. The other hand moves to rest on your breast. It kneads the soft flesh, gently pinches your nipple between its fingers, runs a thumb over it.

You inhale sharply, heart thrumming in your chest, pressing your thighs together. It does little to quell the desire for friction, or touch. The hand tracing its fingertips down your body reaches your hip, then skirts across your flesh to rest on the inside of your thigh. You blink languidly; the heat is stifling, your head feels thick.

Cool fingers dip between your legs, press against your clit like — like they’re what? Testing the waters. You stifle the half-baked moan in the back of your throat.

The hands leave you all at once and you croak out a sound that doesn’t even sound like you, desperate and needy. They’re back not even a moment later, though, heavy on your hips as if they’re trying to guide you. You reach for a pillow and prop it under yourself. It’s a nice dream, you don’t need it to end because it forces you into an uncomfortable position that drives home the realization that it’s a dream. Because then you’ll wake up, alone again.

Something thick and heavy rests on your pelvis. Maybe this makes you a bad sex partner in this brief dream but you don’t want to reach out and touch it, guide it. If it’s your dream, your partner should know the where and how. The cool hands planted firmly on your hips pull you forward just slightly and the weight from your pelvis disappears. It rests against your entrance, but doesn’t push forward just yet. One hand leaves you and the tip of its cock drags through your slick folds, bumps against your clit.

“Please,” you croak, staring at the ceiling. Your throat is dry.

The stranger’s cock angles itself against your entrance and pushes in carefully. You take a slow, deep breath in, try to relax around the pleasant intrusion. The hands — under your knees now, guiding your legs apart. A body presses against your thighs. Whoever it is, stops, pauses for a moment. You clench around the cock buried in your cunt. A cold, shuddering breath hits you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The hands push your knees further apart until there’s an ache in your muscles, and then they depart, one finding a spot on your waist, the other your breast.

It moves, then. The cock nestled deep within you sharply pulls back and thrusts in again. You scramble for anchor, to grab onto something but all you come up with is sheet that tugs loose. Their pace is dizzying, thighs slapping against yours, cock plunging into your wet cunt. The sound is so wet and lewd and goddamned loud in the still silence of your home. You go to stifle the half-moan half-groan in your throat but— wait, it’s your house, your dream, who gives a fuck about the neighbors? The cock in your cunt pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts in again and hits that spot, so good, dragging against your slick walls and you swear you feel every groove and dip, every goddamn vein. Your moan slips out involuntarily, and whoever it is here with you, seems invigorated.

The hand on your breast leaves, a forearm rests around your thigh, pulling it up and — fuck, their cock drives in so incredibly deep you nearly choke on your own spit. You scramble upwards, resting your weight on your elbows to look at your partner —

There’s no one there. Your bedroom is empty. But there’s a hand on your torso, cool fingers digging into your flesh and a forearm supporting your thigh and the shape of someone’s shoulder against your Achilles’ tendon. There’s a cock plunging into your cunt and you hear someone’s labored breathing.

The full-length mirror skids across the laminated floor and stops in front of your bed. Something invisible is thrusting into your pussy, gaping back at you in the reflection. Your face burns — your whole body burns. You can’t look away from the debauchery staring back at you. Whoever — whatever — it is, thrusts harshly, cold hands pulling you against their body. Your thighs are wet and sticky, slamming against theirs, your hole gaping back at you, being abused by something you can’t see. It sends you hurtling over the edge.

You come around the phantom cock with something reminiscent of a shriek and a moan and terror and pleasure all combined. Your cunt clenches around the thing your muscles sore and sweat beading on your skin. The cock plunges into you again and again and again and you blink back the tears and the fear and the overwhelming pleasure. The fingers on your body dig into your flesh and the cock nestled in you buries deep, thighs pressing against your own, and spills. It’s so warm, so pleasant. The mirror skids closer, right until it touches the edge of the bed.

Your cunt is forced wide open. Stuffed. The pearlescent cum coats your walls, oozes out from inside you, dribbles onto your bedsheets. The cock in you stays there but the body moves.

A small fogged patch, like warm breath, appears on the mirror, and then, letters.

Hi :)

Oh. So that's why this place was so cheap.

banners by @/cafekitsune

[silvereine]

getting fucked by your sleep paralysis demon, frozen in place. you have no choice but to take him as he slams his monstrous cock into your warm, tight cunt over and over again, filling you up to the brim. waking up in the morning thinking what a weird dream you had until you feel his sticky white goo sliding down your thighs <3

[weretentaclegirl]

You thought it would be fine to fuck a fae as long as you don’t eat any fae food. You’re enthusiastically sucking a beautiful fae’s dick, not knowing he’s actually a prince, and he holds your head so you don’t move as he starts pounding on your mouth while tears strike down your face. He cums and you swallow it whole, tasting his sweet flavor and begging for more like a dirty whore. He smirks and pats your head, turning you on even more.

“Don’t worry, little human, you belong to me now. You’re my pretty little fucktoy, you will come to my palace and you will have so much more.”

You didn’t know cum counted as fae food. You don’t care anymore.

[ellies-smut-scribbles]

Need tentacles that are slathered in an aphrodisiac slime. Running them up and down a girls body just to make her warm and twitchy… being able to cover her entire body with a tingling need… filling her with with my essence and watching her eyes go numb… wrapping her up in me, filling her completely, making her mine~

[satansdirtiestangel]

Nsfw. Monster fucker mood again :)

Never come close to a demon in heat. Especially an Incubus. Just the smell of his sweat and hormones, the pure feral lust in the air is palpable. His dick struggles to remain in sizes that could be easily taken by a mortal, (by you). He’s shamelessly rutting up and against anything that has your scent on it. Your furniture, your bed, your clothes, which are all torn to shreds now as he fucks and fucks and fucks, eventually just rutting his monstrous cock into some fabric scraps in his hand, lube and precum flowing to the floor as his feral pants, trying to find the release he seeks.

He can’t control his body now, it stretches to the ceiling, his horns scratching holes in the tiles, his body so overgrown, the four arms barely able to grab his cock before it splits into two equally thick 18” long poles, filled and overflowing with his seed. His tail lashes around, trying to find anything that will ease his suffering. Anything that reminds him of your tight holes, your sinfully sweet voice, your adorably lewd behaviours. He needs you, but in his feral animalistic state, you both know that he'd ruin you far worse than anything before. And so he ruts, and ruts alone. He gets creative using his own insanely long tongue, wrapping around his cocks like a snake. And with one demonic groan he cums, rope after rope of thick, sticky seed. All wasted in his mind. Whimpering your name like a broken prayer. But it’s okay, he's not done. He still needs you, to fuck

[dark-moonlust]

PART 1 here ✨

[monster-disaster]

it’s always the humans summoning demons, but how about demons summoning humans

you know how it goes originally and you are sooo ready for the night of your life but the big, monstrous guy with thick horns only wants someone to complain to and cuddle with after a shitty week

[monstrousdesirestudy]

Artist @ cartumante on X

[eldritchpotato]

Benefits of a Shapeshifter GF

Ever been so in love you wanted to climb inside of your partner? Now you can. In fact, wear her as inconspicuous clothing despite the fact that underneath she’s stuffed your holes and you’re on the verge of cumming while out and about.

Now you have a living toolbox for every sex toy and scenario you could ever want. Want a vibrator attached to your clit? Done. Want to be tied down and fucked by the largest dildo you can take? Done. Want to fuck yourself on a tongue the length of your arm? Done, done, and done. She can make every fantasy come true.

Don’t need to worry about strange men coming up to you, she can just split in half and eat them without even making a mess. Problem solved and awkward situation avoided.

Oh yeah and all the kinky sex stuff, she can feel it. Your own dirty fantasies make being her pleasure too. Nothing better than making her cum so hard she can’t keep her shape anymore. Just mind the sharp teeth.

Gives the best hugs.

[con-dientes]

Imagine getting fucked by a ghost or an invisible force in front of a mirror. There’s nothing you can do but feel and see your gaping pussy. The best part is that you never know when they’re going to fuck you again since you can’t see them <3

[monstersflashlight]

Drider boyfriend

Tumblr accidentally deleted request but here it is: Could you please write about a drider that wants to carry their mate everywhere because they think having only 2 legs makes them clumsy. With fluff please ❤️

A/N: This escalated really fast, oopsie daises. Hope is fluffy enough!

Drider x gn!reader || fluff, (kinda) free use

Drider boyfriend who is obsessed with carrying you around. At first, you try to fight him every time he picks you up, struggling and complaining until he sets you down. He always stares at you until you huff and let him pick you up again with the excuse that “it’s just faster that way”. He’s right but you don’t like that.

Drider boyfriend who keeps fussing over you until you let him do most of the things around the house. You don’t complain that hard about that. If he wants to do the dishes and laundry, he’s more than welcome to do so. You always make sure to thank him properly when he’s done.

Drider boyfriend who confesses he likes to carry you around because he’s worried having only two legs makes you too clumsy. What if you trip and hurt yourself? What if you fall and hit your head? What if he’s not there to take care of you when you need him? So you comply, letting him pick you up every time you go out together. It’s not a struggle, after all. You love feeling his body against yours and the way he purrs lightly when you tighten your arms around him. He always looks so pleased with himself that you can’t be mad at him for being so overprotective.

Drider boyfriend who ends up carrying you around impaled on his dick because that way it’s easier to avoid you falling. Or so he says. But with each step, with each movement, you bounce a little, sending sparks of pleasure down your spine until you are crying out, and he’s just shushing you as he keeps walking. By the time he gets you off his dick, you’ve made such a mess it would be rude of you not to help him clean out… with your tongue.

[g-k444]

tentacle kink be warned

when i wanna indulge in tentacle kink, i dont wanna be watching a girl who spreads her legs n takes a tentacle inside her - lets it fuck her and maybe even double penetrate her in the mouth too

i want to be made to feel absolutely fucking powerless by these things

insentient. they're insentient and that's the first thing we have to get straight.

tentacles have not a single thought or care for your feelings or emotions or shouts or cries to stop... their only interesting features are:

-lots of nerves; they can feel a lot. and the pleasure that they chase is my pussy squeezing around them

-they're strong; even when you're running, with muscles thick with adrenaline that spur you to outrun the seemingly never-stopping beast - they will wrap around my torso and lift me so that I have no grounds to escape on - two other tendrils wrapping around my thighs and forcing the crevice open whilst i cry. They're going to fuck me no matter how much force i use to push my thighs together, and how hard i try to thrash to get them away - they'll plunge all the way into my pussy and have me screaming whilst they chase their pleasure

-they produce a lot of thick, viscous cum; you'll be dripping down your legs - so cramped and spent that you can't even walk on them. just watch the white drip down - a seemingly never-ending waterfall of white.

-they're persistent.

If they liked it the first time? Then it won't be the last time.

[spaceprincesspuppet]

Werewolves are always shown as these big fluffy brown or grey beasts. Giant imposing wolf men riddled with scars of their many battles.

That, however, was not even a little bit what your boyfriend was like. For all intents and purposes, he was a werewolf. Full moon makes him feral, very weak to silver, all the classic werewolf stuff. But his fur wasn't a matted brown or grey. It was fluffy. soft and had a beautiful golden color. He looked like a golden retriever but with the proportions of a werewolf.

Not to mention on full moons when were-creatures go feral and lose themselves to the inner beast, he instead just seemed to act like a happy little puppy. More than usual that is. He'd jump on you and demand attention and petting.

When your friend suggested trying to date werewolves, she told you stories about how aggressive they are. How they'll force you down and take what they want. The selling point was how dominant her own boyfriend was.

But not him. Not your werewolf boyfriend. He was submissive as could be. He'd beg you to relieve him when he grew lustful. Not once would he dare do something lewd without permission. Even to the point of pleading for you to let him lap up your juices. Of course he wanted to eat you out, but never without asking first. He knew you wanted it, but he'd never take.

He was just your little puppy. Your cute fluffy little golden retriever werewolf.

[remiratboi]

I like the idea of being sent to hell for carnal sins, and the punishment fitting the crime, so to speak.

CW: torture, hell, pain, edging, overstim, orgasm denial, mind break, forced sex, monster fucking, beast fucking, object insertion, tentacles, machine fucking, oviposition, egg birth, egg birth denial, size kink, anal, knotting

Every fantasy you’ve ever imagined is granted to you, but in the wrong way. Every single depraved, twisted thing you wanted to experience, even things a mortal human body can’t physically do. It’s hell, so those restrictions no longer apply.

You’re fucked for literal years on end. By everything and anything. Monsters, criminals, beasts, objects, machines, if you can think of it, it fucks you, or someone fucks you with it.

Huge cocks that would literally ruin you in your past life. Strange objects and techniques that would rip you apart.

Tentacles fuck all the way through your body, entering your ass, and thrusting through your throat.

Massive eggs deposited deep in your womb, only for you to have to birth them, your body stretched obscenely and painfully. Just when you finally feel one crown, another huge cock pushes it all the way back into you, forcing it to reenter your cervix.

Massive Minotaurs forcing you down on two of their cocks at once, your mind snapping in half as they slam themselves into you over and over again.

3 headed Cerberus with his huge dick longer than your arm, pounding his knot in and out of your ass at a dizzying speed. Gallons of cum pumped into you until it’s dripping out of your mouth.

Crazed scientists with hundreds of machines to test on you. How much does this one hurt? How much does that one make you scream?

Criminals you knew of on earth who stand against everything you believe in, making you a drooling slut on their cocks. Taunting you for being so easy to break. You’ll just fuck anything won’t you? Even the literal worst humanity has to offer.

Being spitroasted between two huge demons, their tips meeting in your middle, their tails deep in your ass.

So much cum. You’re always filled, dripping, swallowing. Each creature depositing their cum, or eggs, or whatever else inside you and dropping you to crash to the ground when they are done. At all times you’re incubating at least 3 different species.

And the kicker? What truly makes it all the worst punishment imaginable? You can’t cum. You have been cursed to be unable. You live just before the peak at all moments. But you never tip over. You never get to feel the release.

You spend eternity on the precipice of the strongest orgasm anyone, anything, has ever experienced, and you will never get to find out what it feels like.