#monsterfucker brain: teeth NICE

[kirbyskisses]

monster iwa…. is rewiring my brain chemistry

oh sem. my queen, you have awakened my little godzilla/mothra = iwaizumi/reader heart. i will now enter a feral unhinged state - i take no responsibility for what is about to happen.

tw: hybrids, monsterfucking, breeding mention, size kink, “just the tip”. minors/ageless blogs dni

godzilla type hybrid!iwa, a monster man with these huge muscular, gray-scaled arms and claws, sharp teeth, a long, heavy tail and back spines. still with that handsome face, a head of dark-brown hair and cold green-grey eyes that bore down on you. he’s so big

has a downright possessive love for his queen - a good-hearted little thing - mostly human but with fuzzy hair, bright eyes and precious moth wings.

he groans and curses and roars - a grumpy protector - but alway simmers down into a loud, comforting purr when he wraps his tail and huge body around you.

he doesn’t quite get what your chirps and cries are about while his slippery, long, blue tongue penetrates you but he doesn’t mind too much.

“have to prep you, little lady. st’p trying to close yer legs! i’m not gonna hurt my lovely queen. just gonna eat you up…”

and he does. :(

eats your fat little pussy like a man starved - huge claws breaking into the nest he’s made below you so they don’t tear into your thick thighs instead.

monster!iwa has no technique, he doesn’t need any. :(

has a tongue so long it slobbers on your clit while reaching deep, deep inside your walls.

a constant squelchsquelchsquelch and unceasing suckling noises echo around as he only takes breaks to say “sweetest fuckin’ pussy,” “that’s m’ goddess - stretch nice and wide…” before spitting on the overstimulated bundle of nerves and starting again.

you must’ve cum four times by the time he stops, wings, antennae and body twitching and twittering barely able to make a coherent noise - pussy lips still convulsing after minutes on end.

monster!iwa is so big you can feel him deep, deep in your tummy when he thrusts his cock in.

promises to start with the tip but your gummy walls are so addictive, so sweet and drippy around his bulbous tip that he can’t resist and lets out a choked roar as he bottoms out inside you.

*sniffle* trying to grip the hardened scales on his shoulders. :((

trying to kick or fly or do something, anything to get the pressure out because it’s so fat inside you but you’re immobilized - by his weight on top of you, his tail wrapping behind you - pulling you into him

his monstrous, long tongue delving inside your mouth forcing you to suck on the slippery muscle as your pussy sucks in his cock ☹️

the obscene sounds your little cunt makes reverberate around the room, mingling with high-pitched whines and breathless moans

“that’s my pretty little moth. my cute little queen.” he smirks, practically able to see the thoughts leave your brain; there’s nothing but him, him, him

and fuck, you’re so small. so delicate. chubby and soft with the most beautiful wing and eyes. gone is your usual bubbly smile - just your perfect lips letting out tiny gasps.

he growls like an animal when you mutter, barely coherent.

“look ‘t me. look ‘t your king - open your eyes and say it louder.”

and so you do, because he’s the king of the monsters and he’s filling you too well for you to disobey.

“wan’ your eggs hajime, pleaseeee - wan’ your babies!”

and he bares his sharp teeth with a vicious smirk at the thought of you heavy with his hybrid heir, breasts milky and full - your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️

of your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️

oh, he’s addicted.

#queen sem😩😩😩 #I am the world’s biggest godzilla fan he was made for me. #also check out my post about kaiju no 8 for more monster!iwa #monster!iwa #tw monsterfucking #tw hybrids #hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #mothzilla #kirby’s asks🌸 #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x black!reader

[tired-biscuit]

I need some more werewolf Kiba in my life! 🤤 I wonder, would he end up dealing with a heat of some sort or would he try to resist his urges? In this AU would Akamaru still exist?? 🤔

18+ fem!reader // cw: monsterfucking, breeding, knotting, scenting.

you best believe that if this man ends up slipping into heat while you're near, he's definitely not resisting the urge to break you in half whilst trying to breed you.

as a matter of fact, he can't resist it.

i think he's just way too rash and reckless by nature to keep himself in-check, you know? he acts before he thinks and you just smell so sweet, you lure him right in, make him stalk you around the house. so before you know it, he's got you caged in on the bed with the help of his immense weight, with your cheek pressing into the pillow and your ass pushing high in the air.

he's grunting, nearly whining breathlessly as he holds your wrists pinned to your lower back and drags the tip of his nose down the outline of your slit that you hide from him with the help of your panties. literally nosing around, he bumps against your clit and pushes against the little button of nerves with utmost eagerness. the little submissive sound that is your gasp only spurs him on further.

your body tenses as he inhales deeply, then; so deeply that it makes you squirm from the insecurity to hit you. by now, you've grown accustomed to the slightly odd thing he has for smelling you all the time, stealing little whiffs whenever he hugs you or kisses your neck, but this time it's different. the sound is so obvious, and thus awfully lewd, so much so that you're nearly sinking your teeth into the pillow from how flustered it makes you as your thighs rub together.

you know that his sense of smell is even more sensitive during this time - he's sheepishly told you about it at some point in your relationship, when you'd finally convinced him to talk more about this side of him and everything that comes along with it. still, despite the knowledge, you can't stop the blush that now rapidly sears your face when he mutters something along the lines of how he could distinguish the scent of your 'pretty little cunt' from miles away; can't stop yourself from swallowing audibly when he grits out how it drives him 'fuckin' batshit crazy'.

so you suppose it's not even that weird for him to have drool nearly dripping down his large canine teeth when he's got the thing that invokes all of that frustration within him right there; right in front of his goddamn nose. it's evident how badly he yearns for you, it makes your heart wish to dance in your chest. your arousal smells like warm honey and he wants - needs - to bury his face right between your legs and lap at that sweet, warm place until it's sticky and wet enough to take his cock.

and speaking of it, he knows he's gotten big; much bigger than normal, not to mention the knot and the way it's achingly throbbing, but you'll make it work, right...? you always do. you're his little human mate and you have to make it work, because he needs release, the rut demands it. his skin feels like it's pulling much too taut to bear, and his bones feel heavier, his teeth feel sharper, his claws are out and he can't for the life of him stop the heavy breathing and the deep growling that's constantly rumbling in his chest and scratching the back of his throat.

he tries to play nice, he really does, but he's irritated and impatient; the heat cooks his brain and turns it into mush. he attempts to tug your panties to the side, but instead he tears them right off with the help of two claws. tries to lap at you slowly, laggardly, but ends up spitting onto your pussy and shoving his tongue inside instead just so you'll get wetter faster. he paws at you instead of caressing you like he normally does. nips at your skin instead of kissing it.

his instincts kick in and suddenly he's had enough. he snarls as the bed protests with loud creaks when he mounts you. you freeze at the deep, threatening sound; at the way his warm breath fans the back of your neck. he's so close, predator on top of prey; panting right into your ear, eyeing the cold sweat that gleams on your skin.

it feels like he's going to swallow you whole. you swear you can feel saliva drip onto your shoulder.

"you're a good lil' mate, aren't you?" he murmurs at some point and lets go of your wrists so that he can wrap his arm around your middle from underneath. your eyes flutter shut as you feel his claws dig into your soft flesh and drum against it. the sensation is shiver-inducing but you will your body to turn pliant instead of stiff. you let him do what he wants because you trust him, he's your boyfriend above all else.

"mh-... mhmm," is all you manage in return. it always makes your toes curl when he calls you his mate. nobody has ever called you that before, at least not as effortlessly as he does. you don't doubt that he can smell the spike that appears in your hormone levels at the word, even you can feel the gush of warmth that rushes down, down, down.

"'course you are... my. lovely. little. mate," he grits out the last word after he's finished pushing another inch into your warmth. you tremble, feeling your legs attempt to squeeze shut as a bead of the mixture of his spit and your slick slides down your thigh.

you've turned so wet that it's low-key pathetic. especially because his voice is coarse enough now that it sets your insides outright on fire as he whispers, "so... you're gonna keep bein' lovely for me by taking my knot, right?" he pauses and pushes yet another inch in, nearly making you cream on the spot. the way your hole flutters and clamps down on him like a vice makes him chuckle. "you'll- hah, mm... you'll do this for your mate, won't you? let him breed you? he needs to do it so bad, bunny... you don't understand how badly he needs to do it."

he's trying so fucking hard to be considerate with the way he treats you, going on and on and asking you for permission even if he's already painfully deep inside you and loud squelching fills the room. still, the moment you nod your head yes, the headboard of the bed ends up slamming against the wall nonetheless, because the beast within him roars to just take care of his needs already, otherwise the heat will burn him until he's nothing but ash. it will kill him. it'll make you lose your mate, he's sure of it.

and somewhere deep inside, where he's more human instead of monster, he feels bad for submitting to the urge; so, so bad for being this rough with you and stretching you out way past your humanly limits. for being this selfish. this greedy. he even makes you cry when he sinks in to the hilt, poor, poor you.

but he'll only care about it after he's finished fucking his pups into you. when you're stuck together and he's whining about how he hopes they'll stick as he keeps you stuffed full with his knot. when he's done his job and has satisfied the rut.

#this was so....... #sigh sigh sigh!!!!!! #also yea he needs ak.amaru he's his best friend!! #cw monsterfucking #cw breeding #cw knotting #biscuit mail #biscuit drabbles #naruto smut #cw scenting #kiba smut

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "OKSO -iknowyoualreadyhavealotofasksbutijustcouldn’twait-

So John Doe anon here. I know Doe isn’t exactly the hottest person/monster in the world, except he totally is— so could I get some John Doe nsfw hcs ??

I’ll help with one; he pants, a lot, like a dog in the middle of summer.

As always feel free to take as much time as you’d like !!"

Oh darling, this absolutely gets sent to the top of my list, I'm loving writing John Doe stuff~ really scratching the monsterfucking itch :3c

Content: monsterfucking, non-human genitalia, tentacles, oral sex, biting, blood kink, fearplay, dacryphilia, hair pulling, hypnokink, earfucking, scent kink

Okay first of all we've gotta address the obvious... Doe's dick is not human

Like him, it can change form, of course. But naturally, it's more a tentacle than anything, able to move around on its own and reach deep inside of you

Speaking of tentacles, he can probably produce more tentacles if he wants to. To pin you down, hold you up, restrain you, fuck you, whatever he wants to do to you~

His head game is insane. This man's tongue can do anything. It's so long and flexible and he knows just what to do with it to make you squirm

He's a biter. The moment he's overwhelmed or otherwise needs to ground himself because of how good you feel, he's sinking his teeth into you

On that note, he can get easily overwhelmed during sex and will often go nonverbal. Just growling and whining and panting instead of speaking

If you pin him down and ride him or fuck him, he'll literally start to melt for you. It feels so good, he can't keep his form properly

Generally when he's submissive, he'll turn all gooey on you. He likes the feeling of being taken care of

When he's dominant though... then he gets nice and chatty. And very solid too. You need something to cling onto while he makes you see stars, after all!

He's definitely got a blood kink. Especially when he bites you and draws blood, the taste of it on his lips and the sight of it against your skin drives him wild

Fearplay is another obvious one. The sight of you shaking in terror, eyes wide as you wonder what he's going to do next... oh you look so delicious like that

Especially when there's tears involved. Dacryphilia is another kink of his. He'll lick the tears from your cheeks and coo about how he loves you so much

Pull his hair. Do it. His hair is so sensitive, pulling it really does something for him. Especially when he's already between your thighs

If you've got any interest in hypnokink or otherwise getting your mind fucked at the same time as your body, he's got you covered~

He'll bring you to all sorts of different worlds, into any scenario you want, and he'll fuck with your brain as much as you'll let him

He's not picky. He'll fuck any hole you let him. And I mean any. I hope you find the idea of getting your ears fucked by tentacles appealing, because he sure does!

Generally he's up for anything. The grosser, the better! Especially if it leaves you sweaty, stinky, and in need of a shower by the end of it

Which brings us to his canon scent kink. This man loves your natural smell. He'll inhale your scent between hot kisses and hickeys and bites, enjoying the smell of every part of your body

Nothing is too much for Doe, tell him all of your kinks and let him indulge you in every single one

#john doe game #john doe headcanons #john doe x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #jda

[izukuwus]

Boiling Point 1: Rabbit Season - Miguel O'Hara/Reader (NSFW)

Next - M.list - Ao3

A/N: hi I'm very normal about miguel o'hara. come be normal with me.

Summary: You are determined to put an end to the onslaught of your toy collection. In your quest, you set out to re-train yourself into some discipline.

Warnings: smut, vibrator use, masturbation. reader is afab and a sub.

Word count: ~3000 words

You are really starting to hate Miguel O'Hara.

Oh, sure, you’d follow him to the ends of every earth, Earth-47 notwithstanding—fuck Earth-47 and its migraine-inducing everything—and you will never thank him enough for everything he’s done, for you and all the other dimensions saved by him, directly or otherwise. He’s brilliant, he’s a genius, he’s easy on the eyes, his leadership is instrumental to holding together All of Everything, all that which you can comprehend and conceive, all that which you cannot. He does not always have all the information, but you trust him to do as much good as he can with the information he has. He is fundamentally good to a fault, and while he can be abrasive at times—perhaps more often than not—we can’t all be winners all the time.

No, your issue with him has nothing to do with any of that.

Your head is more than a little fuzzy right now, given your current circumstances, so I’ll be nice and put this in a way you can understand:

Miguel O'Hara keeps breaking your fucking sex toys.

Like I said, he’s easy on the eyes. Maybe too easy. Maybe, more than once, you’ve fought at his side and had an entirely separate fight in your head just to keep your mind on the matter at hand. Maybe, one time too many, you’ve seen his fangs flash during a flare of the temper or a slip of his guard and not quite forgotten the sight. Maybe you’ll need to be lobotomized if you want to forget that time you’d gone on a mission with him and he’d leapt directly at you, claws out, fangs bared, eyes vermilion, to tackle you out of the way of some particularly dangerous debris and stayed on top of you for a full eternity after that to make sure you were okay.

If that final image was the one seared behind your eyes as you sighed and pressed your vibe into yourself this fine afternoon, that’s between you and no one. And, in fact, it wasn’t, because you are never admitting to getting off to the general thought of your—boss?—your boss, not today or ever, under oath or the threat of death.

That being said, it had started as a bit of a coping mechanism.

He was stupid hot, and he walked towards you like you were quarry he had hunted, and the first time he’d done it, your brain had gone completely offline for a full five seconds. Getting off that night had been unrelated, you tell yourself—you didn’t think while pumping two fingers into your cunt, let alone about him, let alone when you’d added the third because you were certainly not imagining something thicker plunging into your heat. Fingers hadn’t been enough, not for a job like that, and by the time you overheard him finish a playful spat with Lyla with the words “good girl”, you’d given in and broke open the vibrator collection, a relic of a much more impulsive time, before you were fucking yourself on toys definitely not to the thought of your boss.

The first casualty had been your green rabbit vibe. It was a mainstay, and your oldest toy—a thruster, thick, good insertable length, great battery life, not so loud you struggled to get off for fear of your next-door neighbor hearing its buzz. Miguel had bitten someone during a mission that day, just held them and sunk his teeth in and set them down as they slumped, paralyzed, and wiped his mouth of the blood afterward like it wasn’t the hottest thing known to man.

Monsterfucking porn had been your saving grace. You’d turned to werewolves and tried not to overthink the image in your head when you pictured their teeth scraping your flesh, and then your old reliable rabbit vibe had made an odd noise between your writhing that tore you out of the image entirely. Seconds later, it stopped thrusting whether you wanted it to or not. When you hit the button, it made a pathetic noise like a spent lover, wriggled a moment, and went right back to motionless.

You’d groaned in frustration, pulled it out, told yourself it had just died, except it was still making that buzzing noise and the clitoral stimulator was still working fine. You pulled the third orgasm of the night out of the clit stimulator and your wrist work alone—it had been a bit better, because the ruined orgasm 2.5 had ultimately turned out to be an edge, and a name that no one would ever be able to prove was Miguel’s ghosted your lips by then. A good cleaning, a good charge, and some cooldown time, and you determined that the thruster of your poor little green rabbit would never work again.

Miguel O'Hara’s second casualty among your collection was nearly as tragic. You’d come to see him at the wrong time that day—walked in, said his name, and he’d turned to you with red eyes and actually growled at you, and holy shit, you couldn’t calm down for the next hour or the rest of the night.

Your green rabbit had been relegated to a glorified dildo and clit vibe, and as you thrashed on your bed, desperately chasing just an echo of the things that ran through your head when he growled at you, pressing the vibe into yourself as far as it would go and nearly there nearly there nearly there, it buzzed oddly and its power suddenly fell away.

You’d choked back a sob at that one. Again, you assumed it’d been a case of poor battery life, though you hadn’t charged it all that long ago. When you reluctantly pulled out the dripping vibe and saw its indicator lights flashing and flickering in the dark room, you did sob, and then, because you were still thinking about the growl in his voice and the flash of his fangs, you dragged yourself out of bed, dumped your old friend in the trash, and found your backup vibrator to finish the job.

The next casualty of your collection had been your pink vibe—she was an upgrade in every way to the green one. More speed options, rotating beads in the shaft, an attempt to imitate “tongues” on the clit, however the hell that was supposed to work, and more money to have discreetly shipped to your apartment.

This time, Miguel hadn’t even done anything in particular to catch you in his toy-breaking throes. He’d just been existing. Vibing, if you will. And your horny ass—by that point you were starting to suspect yourself some kind of nymphomaniac, and that was before casualty number three—saw him just sitting there and eating food like a normal-ass person, had some really fucking horny thoughts (first about just cooking for him, nice, domestic, sweet) (second about him pulling up the apron you’d wear for him in the first scenario and splitting you in half over the kitchen counter), and that was it for your evening post-shenanigans.

So, naturally, when you got home, you took off the bracelet, stashed it in another room, leaned over your kitchen counter, and revved up that rotating-beads-in-the-shaft thruster, pistoning it into your cunt with obscene squelches like your life depended on it. You’d kept it up, free hand clasped over your mouth, until you were forced to finish on the couch lest your legs give out, and the poor thing overheated from the strain of trying to keep up with the image you had in your head of Miguel and the thruster never moved again. Great investment, that one.

It was at this point in time that you had two options:

First, seek therapy to help you through the excruciating condition of being sex-crazed for one Miguel O'Hara.

Or, secondly, you could funnel those feelings through a surrogate and fuck someone else’s brains out so you didn’t have to think about him.

You, in all your overwhelming genius, decided that the city’s superhero could not retain the services of a therapist in any way that mattered, let alone any of the Spider-Therapists abound at HQ, and instead found your way into a myriad of fuck-buddy relationships with perfect strangers.

You found your pool of eligible fuck-buddies wanting, to say the least. You never used to be all that picky—I mean, sure, you were never exactly all that attracted to anyone before the whole Spider thing, and then you were a little too busy to worry about it, but you still probably would have slept with someone if they were decently pretty enough and nice to you—but then you tried to find someone and filtered out half of them on looks alone.

Hair too light. Too waifish. I could snap this one in half.

Some were just generally not great candidates as you swiped through: weird thoughts about domming, one whose bio mentioned how he would expect you to throw out your toys once you were “dedicated” to him (those were expensive and you’d been forced to throw out one too many already), misaligned kinks, one guy who literally said “I don’t believe in safewords” and didn’t see how that was the biggest red flag in the universe.

It took too long, once you’d settled on a few choice matches, to figure out what they all had in common beyond making profiles on a hookup app and claiming to be dominants:

They all reminded you of Miguel.

This, admittedly, did not become clear until later, when you slept with the first one for the second time and it wasn’t all that bad and while he had you blindfolded on the bed, you forgot yourself and moaned a name.

Not ‘sir’, like had been discussed in your initial meeting.

At first, you’d frozen because you’d forgotten to use his title, and that meant you were due for punishment. Then, it was because you realized the real mistake:

That hadn’t been his name you’d moaned.

You broke it off shortly after that. When the second guy went the way of the first, you gave yourself one last shot with this whole diversion idea, and that went pretty well. You lasted three whole months with this one—he was sweet, he was funny, and when it came time for you to be tied down and have your brains fucked out, he respected your hard stops and made your head fuzzy by the time he was done with you.

He bit you in the heat of the moment, and you moaned the wrong name again, and this time, you gave up on having any sort of sex life, even though he tried to be understanding of the misstep.

His teeth weren’t sharp enough to live up to who you wanted him to be, anyway.

How many casualties had Miguel O'Hara racked up in your bedroom, now? Three partners, two thrusting mechanisms, one vibrator, and now, as you sit on your knees on your bed and ride the half-defunct pink rabbit, the still-functioning vibrator buzzing in the night, you give in and admit to yourself that what you need more than anything is for him to break you in half. To chase you down, clamp his teeth on your throat, and have his way with you.

Riding this stupid toy isn’t enough. You slump face-first onto the bed, ass in the air, and try to imagine how his hand would feel on the back of your neck as you reach a hand back to pump the toy into your weeping pussy.

This, too, is not enough—you resort to full-power vibrator, nearly spasming as you try to reach the heights you need to feel satisfied tonight. And you even nearly get there, before Miguel O'Hara’s stupid everything claims its seventh casualty and the vibrator sputters out with a noise that you’ve come to associate with a profound sort of grief.

You throw the broken vibrator aside, reach for the shitty purple bullet vibe that had come as a free gift with one of your collection. In your haste and with the strength that comes with being a Spider, the fucking thing snaps in your hands. Another casualty of his. At least you didn’t pay a hundred dollars for that one.

It’s little consolation. Tears slip down your cheeks as you reach back to do the job manually, but no amount of fingering yourself or frantically rubbing at your clit is going to be enough, and fuck it, you know that by now, but that was your last toy and now there’s nothing left and his stupid pretty face is still in your head and you have to do something!

It’s no good.

Nothing you’ve tried has ever quite been good enough, and you know that.

Short of buying yourself a fucking machine, too expensive and noisy and hefty to even really consider, you’ve got nothing.

After fifteen frustrated minutes of crying and trying to bring yourself up to that climax you so desperately need, you throw yourself down fully onto the bed and actively cry into your pillow.

He’s stupid.

He’s burned through every sex toy in your collection, every vibrator and thruster, every partner you’ve tried to lay with since meeting him.

You are really, really starting to hate Miguel O'Hara.

~

Okay, so that’s one unhealthy coping mechanism lost to your complete inability to be chill. Luckily, you’re not just a sex-crazed simp for him, you’re also an adrenaline junkie, and if your substitute for all the lost sexual outlets happens to be taking some bigger risks than you normally would when caught up in some fight or another, that’s between you and the wall you went through.

Keep telling yourself it’s sustainable, and maybe you won’t have to worry about the weird look from one of the many various Peters running around or the stern look on the face of Miguel when you report back in. Which Peter? Fuck if you know. You were faceblind before joining the society comprised of 95% the same guy in different flavors. They don’t take it personally. At least you almost always get the name right.

And really, it is! It is completely sustainable! Bruises are a thing you wear with pride, and you’re beyond the worry for broken bones and serious injury by now. If anything, the dull ache in your back could be a useful grounding point to keep yourself from thinking about things you shouldn’t, a skill you probably should have been practicing well before you broke the first vibe.

Nothing you try works, of course, not when he’s standing in front of you looking an awful lot like he has something to say.

“I should head back, too,” you say when your backup Peter has moved to leave. A perfect segue to heading back to your home dimension and—

“[name]. Stay back a moment.”

He doesn’t word things like requests. You’ve learned, over time, that he is requesting, in a way, but his voice is forever just a bit too deep and rumbly for your body to interpret it as anything but an order, and god you’re useless. So much for not thinking about the things you’re trying not to think about.

You have to remember that you can’t stay here and chat, so you remember that you can’t stay here and chat, and so you turn to leave anyway. “I can’t really stay and chat—“

“That was stupid,” he interrupts.

Ah. He was watching you fight today.

He raises a single eyebrow as he studies you. (You hate his stupid face you hate his stupid face you hate—)

“You could have moved out of the way.”

You snort, brush it off. “He was just some villain of the week type. I thought it’d be cool if I could get him before he hit me.”

“You let him hit you because you thought it would be cool?”

“No, I waited too long to move the way I wanted to, because I thought it would be cool. It’s not like I really got hurt, anyway.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose with a long-suffering sigh, muttering something in Spanish you don’t quite catch.

“What was that?”

“I can’t decide whether you’re stupid or just need discipline.”

That is decidedly not what he said. You caught enough shreds of his muttering to know that much. And anyway, it doesn’t matter, because it takes all your willpower not to reply with discipline me yourself then, coward and you’re so focused on that thought that it clicks.

Oh.

What you need is not to get over your monumental attraction to him.

It’s discipline.

Before you fucked the life out of every vibrator you owned, you had discipline.

Before you met him, you had discipline.

It was something you’d given over to sexual partners to handle—to tell you when to masturbate, when to cum, when to pull your toys away regardless of how needy you were.

And, in the absence of any such partners between your newly exacting standards and inability to sleep with anyone without thinking of someone else, it’s once again going to have to come from you.

You meet his eyes, a new fire within you. “I’ll do better.”

He holds your haze a long moment, his expression one of those enigmas you could spend centuries trying to crack and still turn out to be wrong in the end.

He breaks it off first, turns away from you.

“Then do it. I’ll be waiting.”

You slip out of the room and clear out of the dimension.

You’ll get your discipline back if it kills you.

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[hamletisintown]

Re: this post

Okay so. Fictional characters and gender. I am probably going to center most of this on myself because obviously there's nothing i know better than my own experience, plus I am writing this in big part because I am trying to make sense of it so. Hopefully some people will be able to relate to this or take something from it still.

The first instance I can remember of actually, clearly taking a character's gender into account to decide whether I liked them or not was when I was somewhere between 12 and 15 (I have a pretty bad chronological memory, sorry), I was reading Code:Breaker and suddenly this character appeared and I was immediately smitten by their looks.

(i nearly forgot to include a pic qsdfghj i’m so useless)

I remember thinking "Please be a guy please be a guy". Thankfully he was and I loved him very much for it. Obviously the main reason, I think, why that mattered to me, was because he looked SO androgynous. It would have been boring for him to be a girl, in my mind, because girls looking boyish is not as widespread and gender role breaking as a guy looking girly. But that was not the only reason. An androgynous, goth-punk, cool-looking assassin girl would have been pretty out there too, but that didn't interest me at all. It mattered that he was a boy who looked like a girl, but I wouldn't have cared about a girl who looked like a boy nearly as much.

Looking back on it now, it makes perfect sense to me. "Boy who looks like a girl" is definitely a look i wish i could pull off, and "girl who looks like a boy" is nice too but not as nice to me (plus i can do it if i try, so it's not as exciting), and i don't WANT to be a girl.

I've always loved androgynous-looking characters. In fact, I remember, as a young teen, I created an character who was supposed to embody the purest kind of beauty, and made them a perfectly androgynous-looking character. I had absolutely no thoughts or knowledge of gender in my empty little brain at the time, it just felt natural to me, obviously the most beautiful kind of appearance I could think about was an androgynous one. So, of course, I was very into ikemen. I would see any beautiful, elegant, pretty boy or man in a manga and immediately be like "yeah yeah yeah".

Today, I am still very into androgynous characters, but I have also discovered the incredible appeal of characters whose gender is ambiguous not so much because of their appearance, but because they're hiding said appearance (looking at you, Bloodhound Apex Legends). Nothing sexier than a masked character amirite.

Alternatively, I fucking love monsters. And I want to open a tiny bit of discussion on monsterfuckers because like. What is it with monsters, man??? So many queer people love monsters, and there's so many layers to it. I love monsters because I understand them, as a queer person, I understand being seen as horrible and unnatural and feared and hated by people for who I am. I love monsters because, as an aro/ace, unnatural and unlikely, or even impossible, partners are so much more attractive. I love monsters because they're so gender. Who doesn't want to be a fucked up guy with big claws and teeth and eyes that shine in the night? Many people, apparently, I don't fucking get it. If you love monsters pease tell me about it. There's just so much to monsters as characters. (That's probably also many reasons why I love villains so much btw)

I forgot where I was going with this. I think my main point here is that I've always been drawn to androgynous or gender ambiguous characters, and that's one of the main things that made me realize that, oh, maybe I'm trans. Oh wait maybe I'm non-binary! I remember thinking "haha maybe the reason I like so little female characters is because i'm trans! Haha just kidding I'm not trans, it's just the internalized misogyny. Right." Which is why it angers me so much to see people (and especially TERFs and radfems) immediately and always equate "not liking female characters" with just "internalized misogyny" because, for me, it was actually the thing that made me realise I was trans.

Now the interesting thing is, after eralizing that, it still took me a long time to realize I didn't just like androgynous characters, I also liked male characters. A lot. And for a long time I struggled with my nb indentity, and I still do, but I'm starting to realize I do relate a lot to male characters and stories focused around male charas and mlm romance.

I remember reading an excellent article, and I would have linked it! But! I can't find it! I'm so sad, if anyone recognizes the description and has the link to it, I'd be forever grateful, I wanted to read it again...). From memory, it was written by a trans (possibly non-binary, i can't recall) person explaining that they had always related more to romances between men, to the way affection between men was portrayed. And like. I had never thought of this before but. Yes actually gender is not just the way you present yourself and the way people perceive you, it can also be about the way you act and the way you interact with other people. In the same way that certain clothes and haircuts are gendered in our society, certain gestures, certain ways of interacting with other people are also gendered. Idk if I'm making sense, I don't want to risk generalizing and falling into gender stereotypes too much, and also i'm still trying to understand it myself but. I think it matters a lot to me, unconsciously, the way characters interact with their significant other. Maybe more, even, than the actual gender of the people involved in the relationship.

I prefer male characters and mlm most of the time, and obviously i also really love non-binary characters of all sorts (but if you asked me to choose b/w a more female-presenting enby and a more male-presenting enby, I'd probably prefer the latter most of the time) but i have also been heavily drawn to female characters and hetero couples, and i'm starting to see a trend in those. Honestly, I was going to try and cite some examples but the moment I started thinking I immediately forgot all about characters I like. You know the feeling. I've been sitting on this post for days so I'm just gonna post it, and maybe i'll come back later to add onto this.

Hopefully this isn't going in too many directions at once. I could probably have tried to refine this more but I didn't have the mental strength to actually treat this like a proper essay and I just wanted to get it out into the world so. Here you go.

(If anyone, trans or otherwise, wants to share their own experience, don’t hesitate to directly answer by reblogging or anything! I would love to see other people’s feelings about this!)

#personal #long post #rambling

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

Okay but about that oc poll

I answered it for Ariana, but honestly Kendra would be more accurately the 'kills people' one. Ria kills the narrative bad guys and even when she's vicious about it the betas were typically cheering. For most of the book she's in her suffering wet meow meow era so I probably should've put Pathetic Loser.

KENDRA however

She is more or less domesticated now so the audience also LOUDLY loves her, but I I think once it's fandom wide there's gonna be hella discourse about her deadass believing Genocide is Correct Actually.

(Either that or meow meow her for the hot goth mom status and Pretend They Do Not See It -cough cough-)

Drea would fit this too (Kendra's gf partner wife etc). She would be getting cancelled for the genociding but also that she is a manipulative, GIANT slut. Literally improves her identity stealing powers by fucking people (fresh dna samples baybeee). 'Sex or teeth' are the actual options she gives people because she can also get the perfect copies from molars, for all the aces and minors and non-monsterfuckers out there. And yes, this does mean she has storage of teeth from various people and creatures somewhere. Add that to the problematic list.

Cloud is another big overflirty slut but he's also a fucking PEST because he can't feel fear at all but sees everyone else's and it makes him a snarky, nihilistic, Bill Cipher-flavored asshole, so mark him for Unpleasant To Be Around.

We're gonna ignore the giant closet labeled Co-Dependency Issues behind Terios because I made him perfect without flaw and will not be accepting constructive criticism on him at this time

Damali is the perfect standard cinnamon roll new baby gay by design. Her amnesiac ass literally says 'I CAN LIKE GIRLS??????????' in the book and then proceeds to ask out the first emotionally unavailable morally gray girl that's ever been nice to her. So she's clear.

AND SABIN. My little Demi sad boy. Can't say he pulls 0 bitches because he's pulled at least 1 bitch so thoroughly that his ghost haunts her and the narrative and is slowly driving her insane. But he WAS the og suffering wet meow meow of the group before Ria, so we'll lovingly put him in the Pathetic box.

But you know who OWNS the Pathetic box?????????? Sapphire. Queen Pathetic. Queen Bad Decisions. My beautiful daughter with nothing going on in that brain to the point of violence toward herself and everyone around her. Cringefail White Knight. Sorry Ria, it's another thing she's being chosen over you for.

#my ocs #the human kids are relatively normal for their age and the adult Chaos Powers are fucking CURSED #love that for them

[infinityonhighvevo]

yall ever see someone w an exceptionally good smile and it just hits u like 

#jost (jean's post) #this post is simultaneously cute and gay and also jean stfu time #the cute n gay part was that i looked at prom photos and hhhhhhh #the jean stfu part is i was watching game ogre and i fucking love pats smile ok dont fucking at me #basically #monsterfucker brain: teeth NICE #and we're going to leave that DEEPLY buried in these tags please do not ask me about that thanks

[keilemlucent]

tiles & released tension

(r18+)

gang orca | sakamata kugo x reader

continuation of this fic 

word count: 2.2k

the cycle of lust 

warnings: fem reader, monsterfucking, weird tongue, weird dicks, marking, mouthfucking, heat cycles, 

commission for @baroque-baby!!! thank u so much!!!!!!! 💗💗💗

a/n: wow here it is!! the second of the two comms :’’^) enjoy some more... Monster fucking esque stuff AND heat cycles!!!! enjoy y’all :’’^)

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Despite how physically demanding the overall experience of Kugo’s rut was, you were well taken care of. Beyond that, even. He spared no expense, forgot no detail, and left no need or want unattended.

He was a dutiful lover despite his carnal hunger.

...

You vaguely knew when it was day and night. Your temporary home had large, arching windows and skylights that let sunbeams in to bend against the rippling pool. You knew when it was bright outside, though the exact time of day didn’t seem to matter much to Kugo or you.

That ‘morning’ (whenever you awoke, it was light outside), you’d woken up in the pool, tucked against Kugo’s chest in the lapping, gentle current of the water. It was always a bit scary, waking up being naked and half-submerged.

Yet, you were always mentally-reminded that no harm would come to you. Drowning? Absolutely not. Kugo was literally holding you. If any other danger entered a twenty-meter vicinity, you were sure Kugo would be ready to crush the threat instantly.

But, there were no threats. A peaceful courtyard that let in nice light during the evening with lots of pretty flowers and landscaping.

In some of your more fucked out and fucked up moments, arms braced against the wet tile as Kugo reamed you for the umpteenth time, you found yourself dazing off at the reflections and colors as you blinked back overstimulated tears.

Yet, that morning, you’d woken up without a writhing cock in you. Though it was close by and ever-hard, just as always.

“Mornin’,” You yawned, stretching to pop a kiss onto Kugo’s cheek. His chest rumbled out a sound too low for you to hear, a new, cetacean-based feature he’d developed over his rut. “Sleep well?”

“Very.”

Considered how much cum he spilled into you and the surrounding pool the night prior, he had to be exhausted, right?

To some extent.

He was a pro hero, with the stamina to match. Not to mention most of your days were spent in the pool of perfectly treated and temperate water, allowing Kugo to be in his most optimal state whether he was fighting villains or fucking your brain out.

You weren’t complaining.

Once again, dutiful.

Kugo adjusted you as he needed, a low growl pitching from his throat.

You ended up on your knees, skin scraping the tiles on the submerged bench below. It was a favored position, allowing the upper half of your body to be up and out of the water. Though you had, several times, gotten a mouthful or noseful of water due to Kugo breeding you (so fucking well) in the pool, it wasn’t preferred.

(Most of the time.)

Kugo rumbled as he floated in the water behind you, thickly-taloned hands coming to rest on your hips under the water, “You’re so beautiful in the mornings, you have no idea.”

He’d been waxing more since all of this started. In the moments he wasn’t insatiably worked up by his primal state, he was lavishing you in compliments and kindness as you’d never seen.

Kugo fished around in a nearby float basket, pulling away with a fancily crafted bottle of lube. It was a light lavender, oil-based, and heavenly smelling as he poured a bit of it on his hand.

Considering how long and sharp his nails had become, it was far too dangerous for him to prepare you like he once did.

Good thing his cock was tapered.

You could feel the bump of it against your ass, almost slivering against your hot skin under the water. Kugo slicked it down with the lube as he grabbed another item from the basket— a small bullet vibrator, waterproof and strong.

You beamed as he laid it on the pool deck by your arms.

“Am I allowed to use that?” You asked, keeping your voice teasing and sweet, still scratchy from sleep.

Kugo grunted another primal noise.

Consider it’d been several hours since he’d had his fill of you, he was bound to be insatiable. He tended to get a bit more... animalistic when he got so needy for you.

Social conventions had been mostly negated during the weeks of Kugo’s rut, it was a necessity. Not to mention that they were difficult to even think about with the distractions at your disposal.

The tip of Kugo’s cock, slick and squirming, teased as your entrance as he settled behind you, towering over your bent frame. The water sloshed around both of you, though neither of you minded.

You were far more focused on the way the appendage was teasing from your clit to your leak cunt without rest.

Laying your head on your arms, you arched your back at an even harsher angle, just barely grinding against Kugo as he prepared you as much as his cock would allow.

(It wasn’t entirely necessary considered how often he’d been stuffing you full— your cunt was practically shaped to him by that point.)

His chest bore down on your back, heat radiating off of him as he pressed you into the tiles and pool wall. You swallowed as his hand grabbed around your throat and jaw, pulling your head to the side so his long, (also) tapered tongue could lave along your shoulders.

“You always taste so good in the mornings,” Kugo spoke low and rolling. You squeezed your eyes shut, rolling your hips back to bump against his own.

As much as he fluffed you up verbally, you could feel how he was holding himself back from wrecking you.

His talons bit into the meat of your hips, his tongue licked its way to your ear, gooey saliva mixing with the water and sweat against your skin. His deep breaths, coming harsher each minute, made his chest bear down on your own, flattening you to the til, though not fully squishing you.

“Kugo,” You spoke in a singsong voice, grabbing the vibrator and flicking it on. “Why don’t you fuck me like you mean it instead of being polite? I thought we were past formalities.”

He went still, aside from the twirl of his thin cockhead at your entrance.

“I mean,” You were pressing your luck, but that was part of the fun. “I know you want to breed me so well that I leak all day, so why not get to it?”

You hummed, just for a moment, before Kugo was pressing you down, hard, squeezing the air out of your lungs in the best possible way.

“Is that really what you want?” Kugo growled, the sound shaking in several different pitches as he fucked into your cunt in one clean stroke.

You choked on your breath, scrambling against the wet tile as the vibrator slipped out of reach into the water.

Taking him at full length in one go wasn’t impossible, but the stretch of it all at once ached. His cock pressed and writhed in your cunt as he held his hips steady, shaking slightly.

You took a shuddering breath as his fat tongue rolled over your shoulders.

“How badly do you want to be ruined?”

If you could’ve melted into the water of the pool, you would’ve.

Part of you wanted to give one last fiery retort, but you were far too mushy to muster it up as Keigo thrust fully once more. He nearly bottoms out, you figure, considering the way his cock twists against your inside, pressing at your knot of nerves.

You moaned, lips parting and falling open.

Kugo greedily took the opportunity to further crane your neck, his thick tongue dipping into your mouth, snaking along the backs of your teeth.

You were caught up in it all, the sensations seemingly so fresh after sleep. Each new slam of Kugo’s hips, the taste of him filling your mouth, and the sounds of slapping water all felt magnified.

Whining, you bucked back into his thrusts, feeling the slow expansion of his cock inside you as Kugo grew ever closer.

His throaty laugh vibrated into your own mouth, the sound almost too loud for you to fully catch as your bones rang in your flesh with the tone He took your shock to push his tongue further, deeper into your mouth, licking at the back your tongue and molars.

It was almost too much, as oxygen became a luxury.

Except, Kugo grounded you easily, the hand on your hips and the pressure of his body above yours tethering you to reality as he fucked you in earnest.

Each slap of his body against your own ignited a new wave lust in your, slick spilling down your inner thighs and into the water. Your clit ached, helplessly ignored under the pseudo-surf. You didn’t have the mind in your to try and clamor for the lost vibrator, your mind swimming far too deep to think that far.

Instead, your ground back into Kugo all your could, your noises and moans dampened by the tongue throat-fucking you.  

He didn’t seem to mind at all.

You could feel yourself getting fuller and fuller, as impossible as it seemed. Kugo’s cock expanded as it neared climax, pressing at your walls before painting them white and sticky.

The grip on your jaw released, his tongue recoiling from your mouth as his head fell against your shoulder.

“How is this for ‘breeding’ you?” Kugo knew your asked, but asked anyway, chuckling at the way you desperately dripped for more of him.

You nodded, “Very, good. Very—”

Kugo’s pace became rougher.

His hand slipped under your, into the water to rub the meat of his palm into your clit in small, insistent circles. The nearby scrap of his claws only served to make you twitch and want more.

“P-Please, more!” You cried out, laying your head onto the tile as his thrusts got rougher, his teeth scraping and sucking at your neck, and his tongue soaking your skin—

And with a few final pressed of Kugo’s hand and you were coming undone for him in time with him absolutely filling you up.

It was filthy in the best possible way.

You sputtered out profanities as you came, Kugo’s hot seed spilling into you in thick, creamy spurts. The heat of it was almost scalding against the temperature of the bathwater.

Kugo kept a firm grip on you, despite the way how his skin had become so slick, fucking you through his long orgasm. It was something to do with his rut, but Kugo tended to spill into you not for seconds, but rather minutes.

It gave you time to come down as his fattened cock filled you.

You went pliant against the pool deck as another spurt of cum filled your core. Kugo was still in the throes of it, grunting every few moments and grinding into your insides. You weakly pressed back, shaking with your own breath.

Kugo’s hand pressed into your stomach, feeling the bulge of his own cock and cum filling you. The touch only strengthened your own sensations, the mix of it, and your full womb causing your eyes to roll back in your skull.

And then, it all slowed.

You were both still for a moment, the remnants of your movement told in the slosh of the pool and its harsh ripples.

Kugo gently turned your face to his, smoothing back some of your hair and dropping a few deliberate kisses against your cheeks, “Are you alright?”

You nodded, blissed-out and fucked out, “Very alright.”

It was all the response you could manage.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed as Kugo pulled out of you, an odd rush of water and fertile nut mixing below you. The absence of the stretch of his cock left you wanting.

But, Kugo was a dutiful mate, even in this state.

He carefully lifted you in his arms, carrying you out from the breeding pool to a nearby room.

It was one of the rooms you slept in, that of a handful of others. This one had a rounded ceiling and high windows, cream-colored walls and a large, water-proofed lounging bed.

Kugo gently set you down on it, grabbing a blanket-sized towel and wrapping you in it as fully as he could.

He tended to focus on your physical needs after fucking, especially when you two had been doing it so much. You’d never complain about how there was almost always a perfectly chilled water bottle in your hand and a bottle of massage oil at the ready.

Still, you wanted him—

That was why you were there, after all.

Kugo had stepped out, undoubtedly gathering up the supplies to tend to your body as he knew you needed.

You flickered your gaze to a nearby mirror, taking in your own visage.

Clearly, you’d been through the wringer. Dark circles punched under your eyes, your skin pruned from so long in the sweet-smelling water, and a smattering of rakes from Kugo’s teeth laid across your shoulders.

You looked like hell.

...

You smiled.

Kugo walked back in a moment later, just as you were standing up, wobbling on your jellied legs.

He was quick to wash to you, pulling you up against his slick body (as his cock began to re-harden again), “Sit down, love, please. I can get you anything you need.”

“You can,” You beamed up at him, craning on your tiptoes and pulling him down by his neck. “And guess what I need?”

He rumbled out a laugh, undoubtedly knowing where your words were going based on your suddenly tender affections, “And what's that?”

“You.”

#gang orca x reader #gang orca #sakamata kugo #sakamata kugo x reader #salem writes #feast monster fuckers #<3333

[skelanonymous]

Day 5 - Size Difference

I’m working on Orgasm Denial, Monsterfucking, and the long game of the Body Swap one. Might do a few more short ones tho. 

Day Five - Size Difference - Kustard (Bara!Sans)

“Are you sure about this Red?” Sans stared down at his very nervous boyfriend. Red took a few deep breaths, backing up to look up at his task at hand.

Sans was almost twice his height, and twice his width. Sans’s hands covered half of his ribcage. Sitting in his lap, Sans could kiss the top of his head, but only if he bent his neck down. Kissing him was almost suffocating at times, and Red’s attempts at oral had always ended in something that Sans found adorable but Red found frustrating.

“Yeah, I just gotta work up to it.” Red climbed up into Sans’s lap, determined that today would be the day. He’d finally please Sans the way he pleased Red. 

“I’m flattered you wanna Red, but I told you, I’m fine just playing with you.” Sans cupped Red’s cheek (well, head), and Red leaned into it. “It’s not like I’m dating you for sex.”

“I know. But you do this for me all the time. If I can do this, then maybe…” Red blushed, shaking at the thought of what he was going to attempt. “I can please you even half as well as you please me.” Red kissed the hand, then pushed it away to take off his jacket.

“You already do darling, but if you’re sure, we’ll take it nice and slow.” Sans helped Red remove his clothes, tossing them to the side of the bed. They were at Sans’s place, and Sans was only in a T-shirt and boxers, having almost gone to bed when his boyfriend had come over. Red stripped down to just his boxers, standing up on Sans’s thighs to drop them.

“Oh, babe.” Sans stared down at the delicious display before him.

Red put his hands on Sans’s shoulders, glorious red ecto covering his torso, pelvis, and parts of his limbs. He could practically taste Red from here, staring at the wet pussy between his legs. Standing like this put him just above Sans’s face; it was fun to lean down and be kissed for a change.

Red groaned at Sans’s thick tongue working its way into his mouth. Red couldn’t really run out of air, no lungs, but this did make him feel lightheaded. Sans pulled back when the hands on his body clutched his collarbone tightly.

“You back on earth love?” Sans half lidded gaze raked over the cute red blush on Red’s face.

“Mmhmm. Where do we start?” 

“With a snack.” Red was flipped onto the bed, Sans pinning him with one hand, not that he needed to hold Red down, just hold him still.

“This is supposed to be about you!” Red tried to get up, but fell back when Sans put his thick finger directly inside him. “Saaaaaans.”

“You need some prep if I’m even gunna humor your idea.” He wiggled it around, chuckling at Red’s moans and then gasps when he licked his clit. Red bucked and whimpered, only ceasing when Sans replaced the finger with his tongue.

“You’re gunna need to f-f-f-ffffffffff-AHHHHHHH.” His tongue finally really got going, slurping up some of his favorite flavor. “FUCK! Fit three fucking fingers!”

Sans couldn’t respond, his mouth was full, but he did look up at Red’s face with glowing eyes, holding his ribs down enough to cause Red to squirm. He tapped each of his three middle fingers in turn, letting Red feel their weight and size, turning him on even more.

Sans lapped up all of Red’s juices spacing out staring out his cute, overwhelmed face.

Sans honestly never expected to be able to have Red. He was a pretty big guy, and he knew Red was terrified of him at first. Red hadn’t lived this long trusting huge people who could crush him. And even when he had fallen for the cute face who also loved jokes and science, he wasn’t sure that Red would accept him that way. AND THEN, when he did, his main concern was that he couldn’t sexually please Sans with his own body. Sans couldn’t give a damn, he got more than enough in exchange.

There was a small part of him though that was desperately curious to see if he could though. 

He pulled his tongue out when Red laid bonelessly moaning and sensitive. The two fingers fit without much complaint.

“Saaaaans…”Red thrusted against the large fingers, groaning and trying to shove them deeper just with canting from his pelvis. “More, more of you, more!”

“If you want it that bad, we’ll step it up.” The third was a tight fit, but Red’s mind was too gone to mind. Red had taken three fingers before, he had bigger goals today.

“Oh fuck, Sans, fuck, I want it so baaad.” Red gasped and thrust recklessly against them. God, the stretching drove him wild. Red didn’t know if he could be satisfied with anything less ever again. Taking Sans could ruin him, make him unsateable for life by anyone else, but he was in too deep, too desperate to please the love of his life.

“Fuck Red, I’m gunna add a fourth. You’re doing so good babe.” Sans could feel his own erection trying to escape his boxers. Red might be able to, holy fuck. Even if he couldn’t, the idea that he might threatened to drive Sans insane.

“AAAAAAAAAAH!” Red’s body convulsed at the width it could fit, mind going blank at the resistance of his ecto to the intruding fingers. Sans only kept finger fucking him under he got a clean slide in and out without Red groaning in discomfort. He left them inside Red, waiting until Red’s brain clicked on enough to actually hear him, to speak back.

“Red, earth to Red. You’re sexy as fuck and I’d go to hell for you, over.”

“Hello earth, this is Red, over. I’m…” Red looked down to his face, meeting Sans’s eyes and taking a huge gulp of air. “...ready to come in for a landing. Over.”

“Red, are you-” Sans felt his soul flip around, suddenly lying on his back. Red whimpered at the fingers being gone, managing to get around his large boyfriend and climb on top of Sans, dropping directly over the rather large bulge in his shorts.

He grabbed at Sans’s waistband, pulling down until he finally set the bulge free.

The thick blue ectocock stood about as tall as his sternum, the huge tip widening down to a width that exceeded the four fingers he had taken earlier. He stood up, straddling Sans’s waist, adjusting just right to have the tip touch his waiting entrance.

“Safe word is Orion.” Red, nervously licking his teeth and lightly rubbing the tip against himself, locked eyes with Sans.

Sans looked incredulous, clearly trying to burn this into his memory. His cock twitched at the thought, Red forced to sway with the weight of it. He leaned onto it, just until it began to stretch him further than the fingers had.

“I...can do this…” Red dropped a little further. He was so, so full. How much had he taken?

After a quick glance down, he determined a third was in, two thirds to go. He’d need to put more weight into it to even attempt to sink down.

Sans was losing his fucking mind. Red’s face glowed as bright as their ectos, even only a third of the way down his cock. That’s as far as he got before he paused. He could see the very clear outline of dick right through Red’s body. Oh, this was so worth it, maybe Red would let him just fuck him with the tip, because this was too good to walk aw-

“holy fucking shit Red”

Red had gotten down to kneeling on Sans’s lap, two thirds now, and stuck just above the thickest part of the cock. He was as far up as kneeling could leave him.

“You’re so fucking thick Sans, I can barely take iiiiiiiiit!” Red’s mouth kept opening and closing, huffing out all the breath in his body. The line of Sans’s dick glowed fiercely in him, definitely protruding far above his pelvis and bulging his stomach heavily to fit so much inside of him. His brain fuzzed over, focused solely on the burn of the stretch and the thought of what he was fucking himself apart with. He turned to Sans, and unintentionally tightened around the huge thing inside him.

Sans always kept his composure pretty well around Red, Red the one to always blush and be embarrassed by all the antics and romance and flirting.  

His boyfriend looked half feral. Sans was staring him down like others might stare at works of art in a museum. Completely in awe, swept up in overpowering feelings, desperately in love. Red moaned.

“Sans!” Red reached for him, and Sans shakily lifted his hands to cradle Red’s face, wiping away the tears gathering in the corner of Red’s eyes. Red grabbed the hands, his own shaking so bad that Sans would worry if not for the fact that Red had declared a safe word beforehand. Red pulled them off his face, and guided them to his hips. Red sank a little further, but his body resisted even under the weight of them.

“Do it.” Red pressed down on his arms. 

“Red, you don’t have to do this.” Sans rubbed his fingers in soothing circles on Red’s waist, breathing like he ran a marathon. There weren’t many monsters even close to his size, he hadn’t got to have even this much with anyone before. Red looked stretched to the brink, his body struggling to contain him. He felt so guilty, but he didn’t deny that he wanted to grab those hips and ride out everything Red could take without physically breaking.

But maybe Red could hear thoughts, because he just glared at Sans.

“Yes I do. Do it Sans.” And Sans’s control was shot to hell, because he did.

He pushed Red down, slowly but steady, and didn’t stop until they were pressed flush together. Sans held him there, because any movement whatsoever and he’d pound the life of his poor little boyfriend.

Red’s eyelights had poofed out of his face, mouth open in a silent cry. The cock sat so high in his body, overstuffed and overstimulated. He had to breath through the feeling of containing more than his body was meant to hold. But he wanted this, he wanted Sans, he needed to do this for him. Sans’s eyelights had gone into full hearts.

“Fuck babe, I love you so damn much.” Sans released him a little, letting Red bounce only an inch, but feeling the way the thrust would shake his body. “Red, baby, please, talk to me, fuck.”

“Just, go slow.” Red shuddered when Sans thrust into him, a few inches this time. He gradually increased the length of the thrust, keeping the speed slow. 

Sans had to stare directly at Red’s face. It took every single ounce of self control he could muster to not slam into his ridiculously stretched pussy, to hear every noise he could drag out of that cute little mouth. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up. Hopefully as long as Red needed him to.

“Red, baby, I love you, you’re so tight, I can’t believe you took all of me, you’re incredible, I love you.” Sans’s pace increased, still gradual, but clearly gaining momentum.

Red could feel the safe word on the edge of his tongue, but swallowed the urge. His body bulged and shook under the massive cock pistoning in and out of him, pounding his abused magic, starting to actually slam into him. Sans grip on his hips turned iron as Sans essentially jacked himself off with Red’s body. Red’s hands laid limply by his sides, but he brought them up to instead rub over his stomach. He glanced down at the huge dick his body was taking for Sans, his lovely boyfriend whom his soul had already sold itself to. He pulled himself off of the edge of the safe word by focusing on what was happening.

He’d been stretched wide. He had taken Sans’s cock down to the hilt. He was going to take Sans’s load deep into his body. He was going to satisfy his boyfriend, the love of his life, in a way that no one else had managed to before. He’d said no one could do more than a very enthusiastic handjob for him. That technically made this taking Sans’s virginity. And that was more than enough for him to slip back into the mood. One hand rubbing over the rapidly appearing and disappearing bulge, another straying down to his clit and nearly screamed for touching it.

“fuck” Sans sped the fuck up, needing to get to the peak, to be there with Red. He openly stared at his gorgeous boyfriend, taking him without a single complaint, rubbing himself off on the experience of being fucked apart by his boyfriend’s huge cock. Red was getting tighter, Sans’s rhythm off beat, he called out for him.

“Come on Red, I love you, fucking, come for me!”

“SAAAAAAANS!” Red screamed so loud Sans almost flinched, but the second he felt that clench, he followed Red directly into freefall.

Red’s orgasm jumped through his body like a live wire. Every nerve lit up, burning and warming in turn, while he could feel his core getting hot and full and Red couldn’t think about anything else for minutes, mentally spaced and physically sagging against Sans, unable to do anything else but breathe raggedly and wait patiently to come down.

When he did come to, he tiredly looked down at his body.

It was glowing purple. All of Sans’s cum shone through his red ecto as purple magic. Sans hadn’t pulled out of him yet, so he looked up at him.

Sans’s eyes were closed. He looked as exhausted as Red felt.

“Sansy?...” Sans snapped to attention. He steadied him with an arm and cradled his skull with the other hand.

“Are you okay?” Red tightened experimentally around the softer cock inside him. Sans sighed happily, but searched Red’s face for any sign to pull out.

“Yeah, just sore.” He rubbed his stomach. “And very full.”

“You look good like that.” Sans rubbed a hand over his taut stomach. It felt warm and comfortable. It soothed some of the ache.

“I look pregnant.” Sans paused, choosing his words carefully.

“I...don’t retract my previous statement.” His face went bright bright red. And then he murmured softly.

“It’s possible...” Sans, in awe and so, so happy, smiled at him. 

“I love you.” He bent himself down to clank Red’s head. “You’re incredible.”

“Nah, that’s you.” Red stretched his arm up and back, looking back down at his stuffed belly. If Sans pulled out here, the bed wouldn’t be able to be slept on. It’d also probably ruin the carpet. “Though for such an incredible pair, we didn’t think too far ahead on this one. How do we not fuck up all the surrounding area when you pull out?”

Sans turned bright blue.

“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d be able to…”He hurriedly explained more. “I mean, no one’s ever even tried. It’s apparently intimidating up close.” Red chuckled at Sans looking so flustered.

“You shouldn’t have underestimated me.” Red sighed, feeling up his body and marvelling at the warmth and size again. The only reason Sans’s dick hadn’t slid out by now was solely it’s girth, Red’s body couldn’t push it out even after tightening so much. “Though it’s not like I made a plan either.”

Then Red had an idea. A fucking crazy idea, his body reminded him, but he did have one.

“Hey Sans?” Sans paused his current soft exploration of Red’s ectoflesh, still in awe, to look at his face.

“Yeah love?”

“How do you feel about a round two?” Oh, Red wanted to frame that face. Sans eyes had gone dark, and he had felt a pulse from the cock still inside him.

“Red, you really want…”Sans chuckled, low and deep, rumbling his chest and Red along with it. “You’re something else.” Red could already feel his plan working, even if his body groaned at being used so soon, so extremely.

“Listen, if we move, I’m gunna leave a gross splash zone in the bedroom. But only if we move while you’re soft.” Red wiggled his hips a little. “Think you could get it up again? Even if we can’t really move yet?”

“Could I?” Sans’s voice dropped an octave. “Babe, you’re still speared on me, filled with my magic. You’re goddamn gorgeous, and you’re asking for more?” Red felt Sans really getting into it. “You take my fucking monster cock like a champ, and you still want more of it?” He stroked all over Red’s body, growling at Red’s little whimpers of pleasure. “You’re some kinda freak, aren’t ya?”

“Only for you Sansy.” Red kept his body grounded by holding onto Sans’s ribs. He left little scratches from holding on so tight.

“Of course ya are. Now that I know you can take it, you think I’m letting you go?” Sans was already half hard again. Before, it was a pipe dream to have Red once, and now he might get to fuck him twice in the same night. “I don’t need any motivation sweetheart, just gotta wait out the clock until my body will let me.”

Red shivered at the insinuation, even though he still felt plenty warm. Sans’s dick was already starting to take up a lot of space. His walls sent out bites of pain, but they were soothed by all the lubrication still sloshing around inside him. Part of him worried that even suggesting this would set a precedent that Sans could have him however many times he wanted, the only prerequisite of there being enough time to prep for the first go. 

The other part of him hoped Sans would take that hint and run with it.

“We - mmmmphh - gotta move before you go too wild, big guy.” Red could feel that Sans fully recovered, his body still freshly aching from the wonderful scrambling of his insides 15 minutes ago. So thick, so hot. Red let his thoughts go, instead just focusing on every single feeling his body had about Sans’s intrusion.

Sans nodded, but honestly couldn’t even think of how to go about it. This was gunna be awkward, even with his size.

He put an arm under Red’s back, focusing mainly on his rib cage, and made sure to push their pelvises firmly together to keep most of the cum inside. He stood up off the bed, using both hands to make sure Red was steady first, and then slowly walking towards the door. Where to go? The only place without carpet was the kitchen/dining room and bathroom, and he didn’t know how Red would feel about either of those.

Then Sans had a crazy idea, and walked them both to the dining room.

The table was kinda low for Sans, practically just better than a coffee table; he really wanted to replace the stupid thing, but now, it would serve his purposes effectively. He moved right up to the table, grabbed Red with both hands, and then spun him around.

Red suddenly felt sturdy wood beneath his hands and knees. He whined at the sensation of being flipped. And then a large hand dropped on his back.

“You feeling okay?” Red couldn’t breathe. Sans’s cock, at this angle, already sunk lower into his ribs. He’d be knocking up against his soul at this rate. Not to mention, he was already stuffed full. Sans hadn’t pulled out and emptied Red’s body at all.

“Saaaaans.” It’s all he could say. His body and soul consumed by the intense connection, half of his body was taken up by Sans now. His wrecked moans were the only verbage he could muster right now. Sans didn’t want to accidentally hurt him.

“Red, what’s the safeword?”

“Orion.” So he wasn’t all gone. Just very, very lost.

“Brace yourself.” 

Sans started slow, thrusts to reaquaint Red’s body with his size. He didn’t need more than a few before Red moaned back at him.

“More!” Fuck, he’d give him more. So much more. This angle, he wasn’t moving Red with his arms, he was throwing his weight into them now. Each thrust was powerful, rocking the table Red was on, and Red only got louder. His arms had given out, letting his back curve downward, and Sans hit even deeper.

“FUCK!” He’d tapped Red’s soul.

Sans almost panicked, but Red canted his hips backwards, trying to take more of the fucking thing into his abused pussy.

His love was a freak. A wild delicious little thing, who loved Sans of all people, and Sans helplessly wanted to please him.

Each thrust shook all of Red’s bones and sent shockwaves through his body. Soul sex usually didn’t work like this, but damn if Sans’s huge cock hadn’t demanded it anyway. Where was he? All he could think about was being pounded into, how full he was, the stretch, the cum still filling him to the brim, and Sans name over and over and over again.

Red’s only sounds were very loud moans (thank the stars this wasn’t an apartment), tongue lolled out, swept away by pleasure and Sans was about to follow him.

“Red, I’m so fucking close babe. Come for me and I’ll pull out.” Sans desperately needed to see and feel Red orgasm, but he didn’t want to overfill his small body and hurt him. He could cum on his back. He’d look great anyway he could have him.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Red barely held on past the words. He was gone. All wild moans and clenching, Sans whole body fucking shook and only lasting thorugh three hard pumps before he came.

He slow thrusted through the pleasure, wave after wave spilling out of him, into Red. Sans watched him inflate even bigger than he thought possible. Stomach and body distended so much further and Red could only whine and claw at the table, endlessly repeating Sans’s name to the stars.

He came back down first, holding his small lover in his hands. Red was still shaking, a wobbly mess that got quieter and quieter until he heard one crisp clear word.

“Orion.”

Sans pulled out of him, and he couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. Red’s body gushed blue magic, some getting on the table, but mostly on the linoleum floor. Red’s knees knocked together, gush after gush dumping out of him, and once it stopped, Sans gently tipped his boyfriend into his arms, overturning him from on his hands and knees, to let even more flow out. 

Once it stopped, he pulled Red up into his chest like a teddy bear. He still had a little trapped inside, but it only made him look a little chubby.

“I love you.” He kissed him gently. “How you feeling?” Red rattled quietly against him.

“Exhausted from all the bone-ing.” Red’s eyes were heavy, but he did smile. Sans felt his soul explode in fondness. He cuddled Red close. 

“Let’s get cleaned up and sleep then, my gushing beauty.” Sans laughed when he felt Red softly hit him with his fists. He wanted to see the cute blush, but didn’t want to get too unfocused. He grabbed his hoodie, and walked back with Red, setting him on the table (a clean part) and wrapped it around him. “Gotta clean the floor. I promise I’ll come back and get you clean. Just rest.”

Red yawned and pulled the comfy hoodie tighter around him. Sans used an entire roll of paper towels, turned on the shower to heat up, and then swiffered the floor to clean the residue. It’d need a better clean later, but he was just trying to get them both into bed.

After that, he carried Red into the bathroom. He hung his hoodie by the door, carrying Red with him. 

Red focused his sleepy mind to let the ecto body go, letting the last bit of blue magic pour down the drain and on Red’s pelvis. Sans gently cleaned every inch of him (and himself) before turning the water off and pulling out some towels. 

Sans’s towels were as tall as Red, and drying him was so cute, his little head popping out the top, very warm and happy. Sans gladly let him have his hoodie back when the towel came off and Red almost shivered to death.

“Finally.” Red curled up right into Sans when they finally ended up in the bed. “I love you Sans.” He would’ve been so cold if not for Sans and his hoodie to keep him warm. He wasn’t full of warm magic anymore. Vanishing the ecto helped with the empty feeling. “You know that, right?”

Sans settled an arm around Red, touching as much of their bodies as he could. His soul glowed softly in the night, framing Red in the light.

“I definitely do now. You’re it for me. I’m yours forever.” Sans sleepily winked at him. Red hummed pleasantly.

“You’re gunna fall for the first guy you have sex with? Guess I’m lucky it was me.” Red laughed, but Sans looked serious for a second. “I know you like me for me, Sans. It’s okay.”

“I’ve been in love with you for months now. But after tonight, after actually having you, feeling your soul and seeing how far you were willing to go for me…”Sans beamed at him. “I’m yours. You can have anything you want as long as I have you. I love ya Red, I truly do.”

“Good, I’m taking half the bed.” Red blushed. “And I love you too Sansy. Honestly.” Sans pulled him up for a kiss, and they settled in with a smile. Red grinned as he fell asleep, tired and aching, but sated in his very soul. 

Well, until next week, at the very least.

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Hope I did it justice!

#kinktober #size difference #undertail #kustard #underfell sans #bara!sans #story time

[valhallanrose]

Monster Miriyam Headcanons

So, to preface, Miriyam is still technically human - her monster form comes about as a contract with her patron, the King of Swords, and manifests this way because she is halfway to becoming a member of his court. She’s essentially got one foot in the realms of the arcane, the other in her/the normal world - changing or transforming means pulling magic from the realm of the Suit of Swords and rather than expressing that through spells, does so through self modification. Hence the monster form, which was inspired off the Nyx Hydra design for the King of Swords in the Arcana tarot deck. She’s met with Arcana a few times now and while some very perceptive humans read her more as Arcana-adjacent than anything else, the Arcana very much believe that she’s human regardless of what form she takes. 

Size-wise, she’s about 7’2”, not including horns (horns make it a good 7’10”). Very muscular and definitely as strong, if not stronger than you think she is based on appearance alone. Prehensile tail. 

Miriyam doesn’t break this form out without a long conversation as to what she is (only held with potential long term partners, really, casual hookups don’t usually get to a personal enough point to warrant that)

Transforming is kind of gross, honestly? Like this is some very audible crunching/popping, like when you crack your knuckles but way louder, but it’s also a very fast paced change so you don’t hear it for every long

She’s got some habits from the monster side that have quickly become noticeable when she’s wandering about as a human. 

This includes enhanced sense of smell, hearing, and sight.

Smell and hearing are particularly intense, though, to where she can pick up on a mouse running on the palace marble or tell you exactly what spices someone mixed into a dish as soon as she stepped into the kitchens. 

Sight is trickier to quantify, but the average human with 20/20 vision can see the furthest edge at 3 miles away. Miriyam’s would be somewhere in the 4-5 mile range, while night vision is about 3-4 miles (assuming clear skies and no obstacles)

Very catlike? Loves to sun herself if she can find a private spot in the daytime, will purr if you scratch behind her ears, also easily tempted by shiny things (particularly gold shiny things, her eyes get bigger than her brain at the idea of Expanding the Instinctual Hoard)

Extremely embarrassed to admit she has a not insignificant collection of gold coins and trinkets she’s collected over the years based purely on instinct - she has no idea where half of it came from

Has gone and still goes on long flights, usually to get out when her nightmares get bad. While her secondary form isn’t necessarily a secret - she used it in the Coliseum during her brief time as a gladiator, and most of the guard is aware simply for the sake of ease - she still waits until nightfall for some sense of privacy. 

Her favorite place she’s ever gone was to the Scourgelands, where she flew through the southern lights, and she’s hoping to bring a partner there one day if they’d be alright taking the fast route. 

When it comes to fighting prowess, she’s absolutely a predator - armored scales, claws, fangs, speed, strength...fuck around and you will find out and yes I do mean that double entendre 

There’s some art refs under the cut from @anonbunnyart and @lajadelmira so you get an idea of what she looks like, and then we’re going to dive into the thirst. 

In case it isn’t clear: NSFW AHEAD, MINORS DNI, also obvious monsterfucking cw 

by anonbunnyart

by lajadelmira

Still cis, still a lesbian, so she’s still attracted exclusively to women and femme-presenting nonbinary people, the pool is only narrowed based on if her partner would ride the dragon. 

Yes I’ve made that joke many times, no I’m not going to stop making it. If I don’t, just assume I’m dead

Absolutely a top and a dominant top at that, convincing her to bottom when she’s in monster form is very, very difficult and usually only comes about in niche circumstances. More on that later. 

Addendum: She’s slightly more willing to bend if you want to use your hands/mouth, but straps are damn near impossible for her to get into when she has all of you right there to pay attention to. She’s not opposed to being touched, but she’d really just rather pay attention to her partner like this. 

Personal pleasure is very much just an afterthought, and honestly, she’s okay with that

Has several ‘weak spots’ on her body that will definitely turn her to putty, no matter how tough she acts. Done in sort of a sensitivity scale from least to most. 

Horns:

It’s not that they’re sensitive, but if you grab her by the horns and tell her exactly what you want to do her/her to do to you, she’ll find it very hard to tell you no.

Loves it and will take it as encouragement if she’s going down on her partner and they grab her by the horns when she does something they like. 

Tail:

Her tail is prehensile, and she will use that to her advantage, including fucking her partner with the tip of it (which is nice if her partner likes penetration, because finding a strap to fit her in draconic form is A Whole Nightmare)

However, she will go a little apeshit if you play with the tip otherwise - particularly if you suck on it - and honestly you’ll probably get pounced

Wings:

Quick note - Miriyam usually keeps her wings tucked fairly close to her back as a sort of protective measure, and she doesn’t usually like being on her back because she doesn’t like them being pinned, but can ease into it with a partner

Loves, loves, loves it if you touch her wings - the membranes are sensitive and just running your fingers across them makes her want to purr like a kitten

Fun fact, stimulating the right spot on her wings will actually make her orgasm. (That spot is on the wing membranes closest to her back, about halfway down, and no, that’s not something Miriyam will realize until she has a partner that wants to explore her physically like that)

Territorial. Absolutely a territorial bastard. She tries to tamp it down, she really does, but some days it’s harder than others. Particularly when she can pick up the scents of other people on her partner, that really kicks up the ‘mine’ instinct even if she logically knows nothing happened and trusts her partner fully

She really likes scent marking because of this - no, she won’t piss on you, that’s just the best term I can come up with - but she has a few approaches if she’s feeling like she needs to ‘stake her claim’

Lots of roaming hands and definitely letting her mouth wander, but if not directed to a specific spot she will absolutely go for a full bite on your pulse point to really just layer the scent in there

Tucks shed scales into the pockets of her partner’s clothing (jackets, shirts, pants, etc)

Or, a good old fashioned absolute obliteration - by which I mean she’ll fuck her partner until they’re an overstimulated puddle in her lap plus an orgasm for good measure - and then taking care of them afterward 

That being said, this definitely goes both ways, she will be raring to go if you just murmur a ‘mine’ in her ear - she’ll be eager to prove that yes, she is yours, and she’s not going anywhere

When it comes to actually doing the deed...

Favorite positions (in no particular order)

Partner pinned to the wall, any position, just. Pinned to the wall

One hand around both her partner’s wrists, legs spread out over her thighs, the other hand between their thighs or otherwise roaming

I feel like I should mention here that monster Miri has a habit of filing down at least the first two claws on each hand (middle and index) if she knows sex is on the table, she’s not out here to hurt her partner like that

Seated on the edge of the bed, ideally facing a mirror, with her partner in her lap. One hand/her tail tip between their thighs, and arm around their waist, chin on their shoulder watching them in the mirror

Yeah this is definitely a favorite of monster Miri’s 

A handful of things she enjoys (all with prior consent)

Primal (predator), some painplay (ft. claws, teeth, and a very strong grip), sensation play, overstimulation

Some turn-ons

Lingerie, but the shinier the better

Gold accents in particular will really make her go AWOOGA, she jokes it’s because of the gold dragon hoard but it’s actually not far off

Dirty talk/dirty...actions?

Just manhandle her she’ll think it’s hot

Any and all of the brat fighting words 

“What are you going to do about it?”, “Make me.”, etc

Honestly the more I think about it I’m not sure there’s an off switch so much as each side of the switch being fight or fuck. Like. Miriyam is always horny like this. She can chill but why would she in the privacy of her home/when she’s with her partner

This might be. TMI. But the scale plating over the fun parts is….retractable I guess? I don’t know what word I want but they’re not always out because that feels like a hazard. And unfortunately no nips like this because those are also a hazard, but her neck, ears, lower belly, and the previously mentioned areas are all very sensitive and prime for the touching. 

#miriyam von helvig #monster miriyam #lemon juice #my thirst knows no bounds #and i will not apologize

[typinggently]

Hello, adore your wrk, call me Aussie anon or something! I firmly believe that Feral Bruce and John Constantine stand in solidarity with each other for living their best monsterfucker lives. I‘m imagining it comes up in conversation one day and Bruce, bless him, is like “yeah I sleep with Croc on the regular” and John just loses his mind. “You’ve been holdin’ out on me, Bats!” “Join me at the swamp later with some premium beef or pork and we’ll have a grand ole time ;)” And they do!!

Hey sweetheart!!! 🇦🇺 Thank you so much for your sweet words!!

And just….I love it…Bruce inviting a friend over to play…

Now let me just…let me just think about that

🤔

Warning: monsterfuckery.

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Right of the bat (hehe): Croc would 100% be down with inviting someone to join. That just goes without saying. He loves his fluttery mouse, and he’ll agree to whatever naughty fun Bruce proposes.

But even if he had even the slightest trace of doubt left, I’m pretty sure that’d dissolve like sugar in hot tea the second Bruce and John get their mouths on his cock. You know there’s enough to go around, Bruce risks damaging his jaw every time he tries to suck him off. He appreciates the help, honestly. And Croc more than appreciates the sight of his favourite Bat and this handsome-eager blond sucking kisses along his cock, running their tongues along the shaft, messily making out around his leaking tip. Two mouths and four hands on his cock and balls and additionally those needy little noises they both start making when it starts to twitch.

That’s the thing – Bruce on his own is a sex kitten mess, all drool and whining and glazed eyes (not that Croc can see those thx to the mask but…he knows Bruce can hardly see straight) -  but those two together? They hype each other up, feeding off of each other’s eagerness. John’s the guest, so of course he gets the first serving of cock (it’s only polite) and Bruce is sitting behind him, arms wrapped around him, watching breathlessly as Croc pushes that nice, dripping cock into John.

And don’t get me wrong. There’s absolutely no jealousy here. This isn’t a competition, this is fun. Bruce has a great time running his still-gloved hand through John’s hair, playing with his nipples, feeling him quiver and shake as he adjusts to that huge Croc Cock.

Usually, Bruce doesn’t really have the brain capacity to hold a conversation while he’s getting fucked, but now he can talk, letting John claw at him while he whispers into his ear. “Feels so good, doesn’t he? You’re taking it so well, you look so good like this”

And John is getting it hard. Croc has to be more careful with his claws, since Bruce usually wears at least parts of his armour, but with John he carefully puts his hands on his hips and fucks him hard and fast, leaving him breathless and mindless.

When John comes (which doesn’t take long), Croc probably has he ounce of self-control to attempt to pull out, but both John and Bruce immediately go “no no come inside you have to come inside –“ and who’s he to say no to something like that? Both of them are flushed and panting, watching in awe as Croc fucks his load into John.

And Bruce already looks like he’s been fucked, flushed and mewly and shivering. Still, he pulls at Croc, clearly dying for it. And naturally, since Croc is a nice person, he gets it, too. The visuals of his favourite bat all spread out for him, taking his cock so well with the happiest little moans while John strokes his cock? Kisses him messily? It’s very nice. A++.

In the end, they all end up in a big pile, Croc with two heavy, sleepy-sated sweethearts napping on his chest and now and then drowsily sucking on his tongue (since kisses are…difficult when u have teeth that big) or kissing his neck. He’s probably well exhausted too. You know these two need more than one round each. But it’s SO worth it :’) Summer fun.

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(Bruce is, naturally, also invited to join John and his Ex u,u

Actually? Make that a double date?!?!

And by double date I mean...you know... )

#monsterfucker Bruce Wayne #filth #Aussie Anon #anon #ask

[phobiadeficient]

Neko scout

gonna be honest i’ve been keeping track of how many prompts i’ve gotten specifically to do a bit about like “it took xyz number of prompts before ___ happened” (this is number 30 by the way) and i really did think we’d hit monsterfucker before we hit furry since that seems to be a way bigger trend in the tf2 fandom, but you’ve surprised me on two levels by 1. getting to furry first and 2. not making scout a bunny so like. i dunno take a trophy about it

here’s some furry au based in some shit i brewed up with a friend a while back. scout’s a black cat because he’s got bad luck and sniper’s an aus shepherd because i love them.

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“Snipes.” A pause. “Snipes, wake up.” Another pause. “Snipes, I want breakfast. C’mon.”

Once upon a time, Sniper’d been the type to have a lot of sleep problems. Mostly in the realm of falling asleep in the first place, sometimes with staying asleep. Now those were gone, for the same reason he now apparently would regularly wake up at dawn.

He blinked his eyes open and glared at Scout, who was pouting right back at him.

“Quit ignoring me and get up,” Scout urged, a little whiny.

“Love, it’s six-thirty in the bloody morning on the bloody weekend,” Sniper said, patience thin in his voice. “What could you possibly need from me this early?”

“I want breakfast,” Scout said simply.

Sniper rolled over to go back to sleep.

“No!” Scout whined outright, stopping him. “C’mon, I’ll cook and everything, but I’m not eating without you. That’d be shitty. C’mon, wake up.”

Sniper blinked up at him again begrudgingly. “Why should I do that?”

Scout pouted for a minute before he visibly perked up. Sniper could feel his tail lashing. “…I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, voice a purr, a matching rumble rising up in his chest for only a moment.

“Will you, now?” Sniper asked idly, eyes drawing down what view of Scout he had. No shirt on, having slept in a pair of shorts. His neck was well marked up—not from the previous night he was pretty sure, probably from the one before that. Scout always got a kick out of Sniper biting him, with his big teeth and all.

“Yeah,” Scout agreed. “Like, besides me makin’ you food.”

“Get to it, then. I’m already dozing off again,” Sniper warned, and Scout rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue at him, then shifted down the bed a little ways.

He shoved the blankets aside and pushed Sniper’s briefs down out of the way, and there was unfortunately some amount of shifting to be had from Sniper for the both of them to be situated even  a little comfortably. A little cot in a campervan wasn’t the best place for two people to move comfortably most of the time, but they made it work. Then Scout was taking hold of him in one hand, moving in tentative strokes to get Sniper hard, eyes flicking up to watch his face every few seconds, not entirely convinced Sniper was joking about the nodding off thing.

He found himself relaxing and just settling in for the ride, propped and watching idly, enjoying his good luck, and then Scout was bending down and pressing teasing licks all across him, seemingly random but a very lovely warm-up to what was to come.

Sniper exhaled through his nose, head rolling back, ears flattening for a moment as he stifled a noise of pleasure in the back of his throat. He let his hand fall down towards Scout, tangling in the hair at the top of his head, right between his ears.

Scout seemed satisfied enough with his work to properly start in, laving messier licks across the head to get him nice and wet before finally taking him into his mouth, lips and tongue tucked carefully over his teeth.

Often this was more of a zero to a hundred sort of situation, both of them stumbling across time and privacy and promptly buggering each other’s brains out whatever way they felt like. But they’d gotten most of that out of their systems over the previous two days, and now they were allowed to be lazy, to be simple, gentle bobs of Scout’s head bringing forth soft panting from Sniper the longer he kept at it.

And it was just plain pleasant, really it was. Sniper just had one more thing in mind.

Scout looked almost ridiculously satisfied down there, working with easy concentration, eyes closed and face slack with his own pleasure, ever the empathetic little thing. But Sniper’s hand in his hair moved to scratch along his ears, and he was melting all the further, and he started purring.

It was maybe one of his favorite things to get Scout to do. First because it just sounded nice, second because it felt absolutely amazing, such low vibrations thrumming around him, fluttering and teasing at him, making him gasp. And he was panting outright, making a soft noise on the exhale, pressure building, building, building, and he managed a warning, and the purring redoubled, and Scout looked up at him—

His hips jerked, and he spilled, thighs tensing, a growl rising in his throat and petering off into a groan. Then he was catching his breath, eyes closed tightly.

Then Scout was up with him again, breath hot against his neck. “Fuck you look good like that,” he managed, voice weak, and Sniper blinked his eyes open, and found that Scout had a hand around himself, tugging furiously, damn pleased with his work, apparently.

Sniper hummed in reply, moving to hold Scout, arms around his waist to gather him close. “Good-looking yourself,” he replied, huskier than before, and it coaxed a noise from Scout. “Need anything from me?”

“Bite me?” Scout offered, looking just as embarrassed as he had the first few dozen times he’d said it.

Sniper hummed, and bent to align his mouth with the slope of Scout’s shoulder, and opened his mouth wide, scraping sharp canines threateningly over the wiry muscles there beneath, biting down with only enough pressure to draw attention, never enough to break skin or hurt him.

Scout hadn’t asked for anything else, but Sniper figured, well, Scout was in an awfully giving mood, he ought to do the same. So he slid a hand down over the arch of his back and started teasing at the base of his tail idly, fingers scratching through the fur of it, other hand rising to do the same thing to his ears.

“Sweet little kit,” Sniper hummed into his neck, nipped again. “So sweet like this.”

Apparently that was enough, because Scout tensed, gasping, and Sniper felt a stray drop or two landing on his stomach.

“Lovely,” Sniper praised next, and Scout relaxed a moment later, a brief shiver going through him, and Sniper kissed him on the shoulder. “But a naughty little thing, aye? Made a mess, haven’t you?”

Scout pulled back enough to look at him, expression hazy and confused.

“Go on, lick it up,” he urged, nodding down towards his own stomach.

Scout flushed, ears flattening for a moment in his embarrassment, but he only hesitated for a moment before he moved to do so, doing his best to maintain eye contact, and Sniper grinned at it. Scout finally sat back up, fixed Sniper’s briefs, his own shorts, wiped off his hand on a towel that was just barely in reach.

“Okay, breakfast now?” Scout urged.

“Thought you just had it,” Sniper teased, drawing a thumb over Scout‘s cheek. He laughed at Scout’s sputtering, at the way Scout tugged on his ear in annoyance. “Awright, awright! Joking! Yeah, breakfast sounds good. And I’m helping you cook, you’re not burning down my kitchen.”

“I was just gonna do pancakes, I’m great at pancakes,” Scout whined, looking put out, ears flat again.

“Well, I want more than just pancakes, love,” Sniper replied. He finally sat up, planted a kiss on Scout’s cheek as he urged him up out of his lap, amused by the way even that small show of affection was enough to have him perking right back up again. “Right, go on. Get up.”

He did, and only whacked Sniper with a pillow for a few minutes when Sniper gave into the temptation of giving his tail a parting tug as it brushed up near his nose, and continued to complain about it all the way through eating the pancakes.

#//sniperscout

[monsterrates]

ARLONG THE SAW (One Piece)

So I’m sorry for the unannounced absence but I think I gotta just post whenever the mood hits me from now on. After all, the point of the blog is passion for monsters, I can’t do it out of obligation. ANYWAY.

INTRODUCTION: Arlong is a sawshark fishman, and the captain of the Arlong Pirates.

PROS: ♥ First things first, I wanna bring up the panel that reignited my monsterfucker fire, in which we see how fucking BIG this lunatic is. I was just minding my own business, rereading One Piece, when this panel came along and my lizard brain was like “bIG MONSTER.” As I’ve said many times before, I am always 100% behind some sort of monster man being huge for no reason, and Eiichiro Oda is the KING of making characters huge for no reason. (For the unfamiliar: theres 10ft tall dudes running around all over and it’s never commented on.) Fishmen on the whole are bigger than humans, but with a few exceptions, don’t tend to be based on fish LARGER than humans (Sawsharks tend to be about 4-5 feet). So why are they so big? FOR THE AESTHETIC, YOU FOOLS. ♥ Of course, the teeth. They’re wonderful. While Arlong is far from the only shark-based fishman to sport such lovely pointy chompers, he’s the only one who really fucking COMMITS to having them. He’s not fucking “above just straight up biting fools. This is a man who wears a Hawaiian shirt with a furry winter hat. Do you think he has shame? He doesn’t know the meaning of the word. Anyway, you may have heard of how sharks can afford to lose teeth bc they will always regrow them. Obviously in the real world this takes time, but this is fantasy pirate world, so Arlong’s regrow immediately, and our man here isn’t gonna squander this fact.

♥ “HOLD ON A SEC, LET ME JUST RIP MY OWN TEETH OUT SO THAT I CAN BITE YOU WITH MY HANDS” He even boasts that his teeth regrow stronger each time and this is AFTER he literally bites through a stone column. “How are they all connected after he tears them out, that’s absolutely not how teeth work,” you ask. Listen Stephen, this is One Piece, a manga about pirates who can’t fucking swim.  One of the main characters is a skeleton with an afro who is also a rock star. Don’t fucking worry about it. ♥ Let me just double back and talk about fishmen in general for a second. Obviously, with One Piece taking place in a world full of ocean, you have to have some fish people. And yeah, there’s mermaids, and Oda could have just done that. But NO he decided that there’s also these huge dudes (and I say dudes bc there really aren’t any prominent female fishpeople, though there are male merfolk) who are just like sort of fishlike and huge and BUFF. Mermaids are honestly not that exciting to me in concept since usually they’re just regular ass people with bland generic fish bottoms. I don’t like a sharp delineation, but more than that, I want more than just the vague concept of MAN + FISH, and the fishmen designs tend to deliver that more overtly than merfolk. ♥ Which brings me to my next point, Arlong’s charm point, the NOSE. All fishmen are based on a specific type of fish, and Arlong here’s a sawshark, known for their distinctive snouts that legit look like fucking chainsaws. So really, Arlong’s nose is underselling it, if anything. He’s also got a nice shark fin on the back of his neck too, in case you forget this man is basically anime pirate Jaws. ♥ You can also see Arlong showing off a fishman’s characteristic webbed hands. With these and the gills they have (usually in the shoulder/neck area as seen here), fishmen REALLY excel underwater. Though even ON LAND an average fishman is stronger than an average human, they have even more of a leg up in the water. Anyway, here’s a classic moment of Luffy’s stellar intelligence in the midst of a fight.

CONS: ♥ I mean the major downside here is that unlike perfect, wonderful blueberry dad Jinbe, Arlong is a bad mean shark man who decided to respond to racism with MORE racism which is never a good plan especially when the people you’re subjugating aren’t even the people who were racist in the first place? Anyway Arlong is an early series antagonist and thus exists mainly to be The Worst and get punched in the face by Luffy. ♥ Honestly, Arlong is mostly humanoid, so I’m legally obligated to say “COULD BE MORE MONSTERY” but given that he’s some sort of fish/human hybrid creature, I don’t really know how it’d be better per se. I guess some extraneous fins? Maybe another, bigger fin on his back? You might say “claws,” which I am generally all for, but sharks don’t have claws so I’m actually just fine with them not being present here. Really the best improvement that could be done would be to just remove the neck/delineation of head and chest (and thus removing that heinous Jay Leno chin) which would allow him to have a bigger shark mouth. But at that point you’ve basically just got mean Jinbe, and Arlong’s hateful Jay Leno chin honestly suits him. ♥ I’m again legally oblicated to bring up that like many One Piece characters, Arlong has a “signature laugh,” a shonen manga trope I absolutely hate because 90% of them aren’t a sound anyone makes when they laugh. Arlong’s is “shahahaha,” and it’s honestly one of the more tolerable ones, because I can just imagine it resulting from some weird toothy lisp, but I hate these laughs in general and he doesn’t NEED to do this. Also 4kids translated one of his attacks; “Shark on Darts as “Shark and Awe” and I’m furious that they came up with an actual good idea. ♥ I know this isn’t part of the monster design explicitly, but I really just hate Arlong’s hat so much. The ugly shirt is fine, the dress code of One Piece on the whole is vaguely tropical and hawaiian shirts are always fine, but why is he wearing a FURRY WINTER HAT? It doesn’t make sense. When you make a stupid bowler hat look like the BETTER option, you’ve chosen a bad hat.

RATINGS: MONSTRUOUSNESS: 6.5/10 He’s still pretty humanoid, but like, as far as the concept of a “shark man,” which I am very much about, goes, Arlong’s a nice execution of it. People LOVE to put the gills on the chest in fish dude designs, so I really wanna point out that this is where they hecking SHOULD be, logically.

FUCKABILITY: 5.5/10 While I appreciate the big muscleman body, like, a whole lot, Arlong doesn’t have enough of a nuanced personality as a villain to make up for his ridiculous chin and terrible fashion sense. A bad man with a bad hat.

PERSONAL RATING: 7/10 I appreciate that Arlong isn’t just a feral monster man, but actually very cunning in his dickery. As the first major fishman character, if he had been stupid, it’d make the running issue of human/fishman racial tension less immediately grabbing. Anyway, if you ask me, Arlong is the most memorable East Blue antagonist, even if in the grand scheme of One Piece antagonists, he’s pretty one note. A solid B- shark man.

#arlong #one piece #type: marine

[itwasalwaysjustred]

PROMPT 6: AVATAR

Explicit; Hythlodaeus/Azem with mentions of Azem/Hades monsterfucking

The first time Azem saw Hades’ true form had almost been too much for him. 

He was meant to be listening to the lecture, meant to be focused on absorbing Very Important Knowledge that one of the Convocation members was trying to provide to him while Hades worked his aetherical magics. Instead of listening — or sleeping, which was admittedly his usual learning strategy — Azem found himself staring openly at Hades, unable to pick his jaw up off the floor. 

He’d expected the awe; what he hadn’t expected was the way his whole body had burned with sudden arousal like it had been struck with a bolt of levin, his skin suddenly hot and tight, his breath catching in his chest, and his cock throbbing between his legs with almost violent interest. The form was just so… big, and Hades had so many more hands, and mouths, and surely his very biology had been morphed to suit his new shape in new and exciting ways and—

Creation be damned, he wanted to know what it would be like to fuck Hades when he was like that. 

Azem thought he had gotten away fast enough, thought nobody had witnessed his little slip up, but he should have known better. Hythlodaeus saw all, down to the inner reaches of his very soul, far too observant and cunning for his own good. Nothing was safe from his eyes, prying as they were, but instead of letting Azem know just how exposed he’d been in that moment, he lulled his friend into a false sense of security. 

It’s not until nearly two weeks later, when Hythlodaeus has Azem face down on one of the Bureau desks after hours, fucking him with the kind of steady, almost absent-minded rhythm that has Hythlodaeus written all over it, that he brings it up. 

“He’s beautiful like that, isn’t it?” Hythlodaeus muses, like he’s talking about the weather, and it takes Azem’s pleasure-addled brain a moment to catch on to who he’s talking about. He squirms, but his friend has him trapped like an insect on display, one hand keeping him steady on the desk while the other traces seemingly nonsensical patterns on his bare skin. 

“Like an avatar of the purest magics. You should see what his tongue looks like when he extends it to its fullest—oh.” 

Azem feels overwarm and flushed, mind already unhelpfully conjuring images as Hythloadaeus speaks, but at the mention of Hades’ tongue he cannot help but clench his fingers around the edge of the desk, arching into Hythloadaeus’ next thrust with a bitten off moan. His friend’s rhythm doesn’t even stutter, but he does tut softly, like he’s speaking to an errant student of his. 

“Don’t tense up. You’re going to need to stay nice and relaxed if it’s all going to fit…” 

Azem is far too focused on not coming on the spot to notice that Hythlodaeus’ hand has moved, and the feeling of two fingers pressing in alongside his friend’s cock is too much for his fantasy-ridden mind to handle. He comes untouched with a broken whine, clamping down on the extra girth inside of him, and for the first time since Hytholdaeus started teasing him, Azem can hear the man’s breath catch and his thrusts falter. It would be a victory if Azem could see straight, still shivery and sensitive after his unexpected orgasm. 

Ever the gentleman, Hythlodaeus remains still until Azem has caught his breath, stroking the nape of his neck and humming softly to himself. It is only when Azem spreads his legs a little wider that the song stops, and when Azem turns his head and bares his teeth in a grin, he finds a flushed Hythlodaeus watching him, his gaze far more intense than his casual demeanour suggests. Azem revels in it, pillowing his head a little more comfortably on his hands, before asking, 

“Might I trouble you for a little more of your time,  Chief of the Bureau of the Architect?” 

Maybe if he wears him out enough he will be kind enough to keep Azem’s little secret.