Hi!👋 Welcome to my blog. I am the sentient sack of star dust piloting this thing. I'm here to curate a wide variety of monster loving art and writing. While I occasionally post SFW/SFT content, I mainly post NSFW/NSFT stuff. You will see monster ass if you follow me.
HERE ARE THE RULES
🐙Pedophilia or the sexualization of minors or minor-aged fictional characters will not be tolerated
🐙TERFs and are not welcome and will be blocked. This account is trans-run and pro-sex work. Transphobia is not allowed
🐙Zoophilia or sexualization of animals (outside the very specific context of monster love fantasy). Zoophiles will be blocked (furries are cool)
🐙Homophobia will not be tolerated and homophobes will be blocked
🐙Racism will not be tolerated and racists will be blocked
About the Blog:
🐙I blog about a wide variety of monsters. Some highlights about what you'll find here are vampires, aliens, demons, werewolves, minotaurs, fae, and ghosts amongst other miscellaneous monsters.
🐙I curate content for folks of all genders and sexualities, so if you are looking to avoid something specific, keep an eye out. I work to thoroughly tag posts.
🐙I'm dabbling in writing original content, but for now I'm just sharing other people's art and writing.
🐙I typically don't reblog anything fandom related, but y'know, I'm surprised from time to time.
🐙Things you might see on this blog (among others): smut, blood, bondage, breeding kink, biting, consensual non-consent(CNC) and dubious consent(dub-con), oviposition, and tentacles.
“Bite me” becomes an insider to say as a go to insult
human locking vampire out by revoking the invitation to come inside whenever they argue
vampire either being a tech genius since they develop alongside tech or still sometimes being suspicious about basic things like lightbulbs
human being a history nerd and asking vampire to invite a fellow vampire who witnessed a historical event to quench human’s thirst for knowledge
vampire cooking up long forgotten recipes from different eras for human, who loves to explore new foods
they have a habit to feed each other: vampire enjoys the scents from cooking for human and human afterwards drains some of their blood for vampire
vampire taking human to underground supernatural festivities with a little tag on them so everyone knows they are accompanied by a supernatural, like tagging a dog so no one thinks it is a stray
human always helping vampire get ready since vampire cant use a mirror (ik technically vampires can use modern mirrors but let me have this)
A/N: Fist day of advent calendar, yay! I’m actually so, so excited for this, I can’t even put it into words. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it!
Big foot x gn!reader || knotting, primal play (technically), accidental temperature play (light), breeding, sex toys, size kink
When you convinced your big foot monster boyfriend to do some role-playing, you didn’t really think beyond getting fucked in the beautiful outdoors. But right right there, in the “beautiful outdoors” (not so much anymore) you were regretting the whole idea. And you were a bit scared he wasn’t going to find you soon enough and you were going to freeze to death. But at least you looked hot in the slutty clothes you choose for this adventure.
What kind of stupid would want to go running in the snowed woods? Only you. And your horny self who couldn’t stop thinking about being his prey. He seemed fine with the whole idea, low-key excited but not really keen on the idea of you going out when it was cold.
Your monster boyfriend might be resistant to freezing temperatures, but your poor human body wasn’t. But you assured him you’d be fine, it won’t take long for him to get you, right? Well, joke was on you because you didn’t know how much time passed, not much, but you were starting to feel pain in your fingers and toes, even though you wore your heavy snow boots (which didn’t go with your slutty outfit at all, but he insisted).
You had run for a little bit, but your physical resistance wasn’t the best, so you got tired fast, and you couldn’t even hear him behind you. You were breathing heavily as you walked through the snow, the slower you walked, the colder you got. And you still couldn’t hear him behind you. Where the fuck was he?
The snow cracked somewhere behind you, but you couldn’t feel the arousal anymore, you only felt cold and needy. You wanted your furry big monster to wrap you in his arms. And maybe fuck you… when you were warm enough. You heard him growl, and you almost got back into your role of prey, but then a big shiver ran down your spine and you whined. You heard him take a big breath, but he still sounded far away.
Or so you thought.
“Got you!” He said as his furry arms surrounded your body. You screamed really loudly, the birds taking flight from the trees around you, your heart beating fast. Your surprise suddenly washed out as you were, finally, warm. You shivered against him. He cursed. “Fuck, you are freezing. I told you this was a bad idea.” The worry in his tone buried any other emotion he could be feeling, like being annoyed at you because you were almost naked in the woods.
“N-not a bad idea,” you tried to argue, but your teeth were chattering and your body kept shivering.
He pressed his furry body against yours more firmly, grabbing your ass and urging you to wrap your whole body against his. You did without complaints, trying to get as close as possible. “Come on, let’s get you back home.”
“O-o-okay,” you stuttered. You buried your hands in the hair of his chest, accidentally flicking one of his nipples with your cold fingers, and he groaned.
“Stop that, you are freezing, I’m not going to fuck you here.” You didn’t miss the way he said here, and you took the opportunity.
“Not here… But at home?” You tried, now that you were getting warmer, you wanted him to destroy you completely once again. Your hole clenching around the toy inside of you. The toy he didn’t know you had inside of you, yet.
“No. You almost froze to death,” he argued. His steps were moving you against his body, the light bouncing rubbing your lower parts to his still erect dick.
“Your dick doesn’t agree with you,” you giggled as you tried to bounce harder. He grunted and his claws pressed against your almost naked ass.
He groped you a bit, his finger almost touching your needy hole. But he didn’t, and you were almost grateful, that would have spoiled the surprise. “Don’t play with me, little morsel, or you’ll get burned,” he warned, making you giggle.
“I want to get burned, I’m so cold,” you confessed. He growled once again, ending different kinds of shivers down your spine as he moved even faster through the snow. So much faster than you would have if you were walking alongside him.
As soon as you were inside, he was wrapping you in so many layers you felt like a human-burrito. He kept fussing over you, getting you close to the fire and covering your body with his. You were in a warm cocoon and it felt great. But slowly, as your body recovered more and more, his weight on top of you started to feel better and better.
You wriggled under him, and he let you sit up. You looked him up and down and licked your lips. “Don’t,” he warned, already knowing where your brain was going.
“Pretty please…” You begged, using your best puppy dog eyes.
“You aren’t using that pouty lips to try to convince me to breed you…” He sighed. He was so done with you, sometimes you didn’t know how he could keep you around. Must be the fact that he was in love with you or something.
“Is it working?” You asked, a spark of hope and amusement rising inside of you.
“Ugh. Yes,” he sounded exasperated as he helped you get rid of your layers.
You bite your lip to avoid giggling, the pout always worked, he was way too soft. He got you naked in less than a minute, his hands cupping and groping each part of you he could reach. The softness of the rug under you felt great as the fire from the chimney warmed your naked body. He explored your body slowly, even when you urged him to go faster.
“What is this?” He asked when he reached down and touched your stretched hole, the tip of his finger moving the toy around and making you wince. He pulled away from your body and pushed your legs to your chest, opening you wide to his inquisitive eyes. “How long have you been wearing this, little morsel?”
“Since I-…” He touched it again, moving it around and making you see stars. “Fuck. Since I went out earlier.” He pulled it out and chuckled when he saw the shape. A Christmas tree. You found it online and couldn’t help yourself, it seemed fitting for your big foot monster.
But when he pushed it back inside and your hole twitched around the base, his laughter died instantly. “You’ve been stretched and ready to take my dick since you were out there?” His growl was low and dangerous and it made your pulse race.
You nodded and he pushed your legs to your ears, bending you in half. Your hole twitched around the toy and you saw the exact moment he lost his cool completely: his pupils dilating completely, swallowing the blue of his eyes and turning completely black. His dick was so hard you could see the veins up his shaft thrumming with each pump of his heart. You groaned as he positioned himself, taking the toy out and filling you to the brim in one fast movement.
“You are such a dirty little morsel. You wanted to be my prey, but you are nothing like that, you are a treasure, you are my little gift. Just like a cock-slave, a fleshlight for my monster dick.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, and you couldn’t hold back your groans.
You kept chanting yes, yes, yes, as he kept fucking you frantically. You grabbed at his hair, anywhere you could, pulling and twisting and making him go completely feral over you. His pace was wild, and you were almost folded in half to take it. It was glorious.
His pace was desperate, as if he was trying to get as deep as he could. You doubted he could go any deeper, you could already feel him in your guts. You looked down and there it was, the print of his dick every time he thrust, moving your tummy. It shouldn’t be as hot as it was. You reached down and touched where his dick was moving, pressing down and making him roar.
“I’m going to breed you so deep and hard you aren’t going to be able to walk… for days.” You groaned, his dick hitting that part inside of you that made you see stars. The combined pressure of his dick and your hand pressing down was more than you could take. “Take my knot,” he grunted as the biggest part of him fit inside your used hole.
You screamed his name, your vision blacking out for a few seconds as pleasure unimaginable by humans ran through your body. You fell apart around him as he roared his release, your body convulsing as he held you still. It went on for ages, your brain short-circuited because you’ve never felt pleasure so high in your life. Your fucking had always been great, but this was otherworldly. And you believed he thought so, too, because his eyes were closed as he kept filling you with rope after rope of cum, warming your insides.
A while later, when you have come two more times and his knot finally retreated, you joked: “Maybe I need to worry you more often.” Your voice was rough after so much screaming.
He grunted against your neck, his body sagging on top of yours. “Don’t even think about it.”
Okay, vampire writers—I was brainstorming some weird twists, and now I’m dumping them here for you. Enjoy! 🦇✨
The Vampire Who Forgot – A man slowly loses his memories, retaining only the last ~10 years of his life. When he realizes he isn’t aging, he discovers the horrifying truth: he’s a vampire.
Immortal Until Love – In this world, people start aging only after meeting their soulmate. A 500-year-old man begins aging for the first time and must kill his true love to regain immortality.
The Last Natural Vampire – In the future, vampires live openly but are forbidden to turn humans. The protagonist, the last born vampire, faces a choice: die naturally or break the law to create an heir.
The Fast Food Vampire – A proud patriarch taught his son the art of the hunt… only for the son to revolutionize vampirism with synthetic blood and upscale "vampire restaurants." Now, the old ways are seen as barbaric, and the father is the last wild vampire left.
The Therapist Vampire – In a world where vampires feed on emotions through blood, one vampire can only digest depression and despair. He becomes a therapist, "healing" patients by literally consuming their pain.
The Joy Addict – Every time this vampire kills, they inherit their victim’s happiest memory. Over centuries, they’ve grown addicted to hunting only radiantly happy people—collecting first kisses, childbirths, and triumphs like drugs.
The Identity Thief – A vampire who can fully become anyone whose blood she drinks. She lives by stealing lives like outfits… until she forgets her original face. Then, one day, she sees her reflection in an old mirror—and doesn’t recognize herself.
The Vampire Hunter’s Child – A family of vampire hunters raises their own vampire-born son as a weapon against his kind. But as he grows, his instincts shift—he starts protecting vampires from his own bloodline.
The Cursed Creator – A boy unknowingly turns people into vampires with a touch… but remains human himself. Everyone he transforms withers and dies within a year. He’s left alone, haunted by the mystery of his "curse."
The Manipulative Patriarch – A vampire father fakes dementia in his son’s nursing home, secretly turning patients into blood puppets. The son, a doctor, cares for the "elderly" victims, oblivious that his "senile" dad is feeding on them—and relishing the irony.
📌Which idea is your favorite? Got a vampire twist of your own?
contains: dom reader, subby vamp bf, edging, masturbation, hand job, oral
700 words
I wrote this instead of sleeping the other day please enjoy
You arrived home for the evening to hear faint rustling sounds coming from your bedroom. Smiling to yourself, you dropped your things on the floor and went down the hall to peek through the crack of the door. Sure enough, your vampire boyfriend was on your bed, pathetically humping your pillow as he quietly moaned and whined.
Vampires need permission for certain things. When you first started seeing each other, he would ask "May I come in?" every single time he visited your apartment before he moved in, even though technically he only would have needed to ask once to have permission forever. Even though he doesn't truly need to, your boyfriend very much feels the need to ask if he is allowed to do other things as well. The most important being that he won't cum without your permission. And this morning before you left for work, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him that he's not allowed to cum today until you let him.
You enter the room and he looks over at you with teary eyes. Your pillow is soaked with his precum and he is shaky from overstimulation. He tries to say something to you, but he can't form words.
"Poor thing, have you been doing this all day? Let me help you." You went and sat on the end of your bed where he looked up at you, silently begging.
"Sit up," you instructed. You tossed the soiled pillow and his long ago abandoned pants and boxers down to the floor. "Touch yourself."
He obeyed and began stroking his weeping cock in his hand. You moved closer and kissed him deeply, feeling his fangs brush against your lips. You pulled his hand away from his cock and he whined into your mouth until you replaced it with your own, touching him carefully and agonizingly slowly. You rubbed your fingers around and over the tip, making him jerk violently under your touch.
You trailed kisses down his neck, his chest, his abdomen, and dragged your tongue down his lower stomach to the base of his cock all while still teasing him with your hand. He slumped forwards over you, all his muscles tense like a coiled spring. He moaned obscenely when you finally put your mouth on him.
You took his length in your mouth and played with his cockhead with your tongue how you knew he liked. You kept pressure on the base of his cock with your fingers, sometimes moving to stroke his sensitive balls.
When you finally release him he is trembling with tears streaking down his face. "Please," he whispers hoarsely.
You kept working him with your hand, rougher and a bit faster now, and laid your head on his shoulder. "Drink."
Instantly in a flash of white teeth, he was on you. The feeling of his fangs piercing the delicate skin of your neck was ecstasy like no other. You couldn't help grinding against his leg a bit. As he drank the life blood of your flesh and your own breathing became harder and sharper, you whispered in his ear to let it all out. To cum as hard as he can as a reward for being good all day.
Immediately he went rigid and cried out as he covered your hand in his release. It did not stop for some time, all of his pent up arousal spilling out of him and covering your pants too. His spasms of pleasure gradually faded as he panted onto your neck with hot breath. You stroked his back with your free hand and told him he was such a good boy and made such beautiful sounds for you.
When his bliss faded and he sat up, his pupils dilated and you knew he could smell your own arousal. He put one hand on your neck as his teeth latched back onto you and fumbled with your pants zipper with the other. You grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand under your waistband, too impatient to be touched. He was going to get his revenge and edge you for as long as he could before you came. And you relished every second of it.
At a human fetish bar for aliens, the waitresses are taking bets on something. The winner has to drink a mystery liquid and must go about her shift as normal. Dear old y/n is the winner and her breasts and nipples start to feel pretty sore. Then her breasts start getting bigger. Customers start to notice, and glue their eyes when her tits start pressing against her top and leaking profusely. y/n is trying to do her job but is getting really turned on from all the eyes on her. Luckily a tentacles alien that helps her out by publicly milking and fucking her.
The tentacle alien watches you struggle all night.
He watches you trying to take orders and balancing trays while your swollen, leaking tits bounce and ache under that too-tight top you wear for work. Dark wet patches bloom across the fabric with every step you take between the tables and under the burning stares of the others. You are a mess. A breathless, panting mess with sore nipples and dripping pussy.
So, of course he offers his help.
Well... offers is perhaps a generous word for it...
You are up on the bar counter, skirt bunched up around your hips, knees spread wide to give way to the ridged tentacle that slams deep into your soaked pussy over and over until your vision blurs. It stretches you open until your eyes roll and your thoughts scatter. Every thrust sends jolts of raw pleasure up your spine as your pussy clenches greedily around the slime-slick limb that makes your juices pool on the wooden surface beneath you.
Another appendage has your wrists pinned tight behind your back, offering your milk-drenched tits to the crowd like a prize. Your shirt is forgotten on the floor somewhere, and your bra is yanked down under your breasts. They are massive now, forcing your back into an arch that has you mewling while two more tentacles latch onto your puffy nipples. They are raw, throbbing, so sensitive you could come just from the milking alone.
And the whole bar is watching you struggle between pain and pleasure, but you don't really care about them because all you feel is the fat tentacle ruining your cunt and the vicious milking of your tits. You’re nothing but a leaking, trembling, overstimulated mess, and you’re about to come so hard you might black out in front of everyone.
contains: dom reader, subby vamp bf, edging, masturbation, hand job, oral
700 words
I wrote this instead of sleeping the other day please enjoy
You arrived home for the evening to hear faint rustling sounds coming from your bedroom. Smiling to yourself, you dropped your things on the floor and went down the hall to peek through the crack of the door. Sure enough, your vampire boyfriend was on your bed, pathetically humping your pillow as he quietly moaned and whined.
Vampires need permission for certain things. When you first started seeing each other, he would ask "May I come in?" every single time he visited your apartment before he moved in, even though technically he only would have needed to ask once to have permission forever. Even though he doesn't truly need to, your boyfriend very much feels the need to ask if he is allowed to do other things as well. The most important being that he won't cum without your permission. And this morning before you left for work, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him that he's not allowed to cum today until you let him.
You enter the room and he looks over at you with teary eyes. Your pillow is soaked with his precum and he is shaky from overstimulation. He tries to say something to you, but he can't form words.
"Poor thing, have you been doing this all day? Let me help you." You went and sat on the end of your bed where he looked up at you, silently begging.
"Sit up," you instructed. You tossed the soiled pillow and his long ago abandoned pants and boxers down to the floor. "Touch yourself."
He obeyed and began stroking his weeping cock in his hand. You moved closer and kissed him deeply, feeling his fangs brush against your lips. You pulled his hand away from his cock and he whined into your mouth until you replaced it with your own, touching him carefully and agonizingly slowly. You rubbed your fingers around and over the tip, making him jerk violently under your touch.
You trailed kisses down his neck, his chest, his abdomen, and dragged your tongue down his lower stomach to the base of his cock all while still teasing him with your hand. He slumped forwards over you, all his muscles tense like a coiled spring. He moaned obscenely when you finally put your mouth on him.
You took his length in your mouth and played with his cockhead with your tongue how you knew he liked. You kept pressure on the base of his cock with your fingers, sometimes moving to stroke his sensitive balls.
When you finally release him he is trembling with tears streaking down his face. "Please," he whispers hoarsely.
You kept working him with your hand, rougher and a bit faster now, and laid your head on his shoulder. "Drink."
Instantly in a flash of white teeth, he was on you. The feeling of his fangs piercing the delicate skin of your neck was ecstasy like no other. You couldn't help grinding against his leg a bit. As he drank the life blood of your flesh and your own breathing became harder and sharper, you whispered in his ear to let it all out. To cum as hard as he can as a reward for being good all day.
Immediately he went rigid and cried out as he covered your hand in his release. It did not stop for some time, all of his pent up arousal spilling out of him and covering your pants too. His spasms of pleasure gradually faded as he panted onto your neck with hot breath. You stroked his back with your free hand and told him he was such a good boy and made such beautiful sounds for you.
When his bliss faded and he sat up, his pupils dilated and you knew he could smell your own arousal. He put one hand on your neck as his teeth latched back onto you and fumbled with your pants zipper with the other. You grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand under your waistband, too impatient to be touched. He was going to get his revenge and edge you for as long as he could before you came. And you relished every second of it.
This isn’t your average romance of star crossed lovers. This isn’t a fairy tale. Sometimes love isn’t beautiful, sometimes it hurts, sometimes it ruins. A dark fable not for the faint of heart. Features murder, blood, and gore.
Female Reader x Female Monster
When I fell in love, I thought it would be forever. I thought she would be mine to hold and protect and never let go. It was so very long ago, yet it still feels as if I only turned around, I would be with her again. I understand why she had to leave, but it does nothing to soothe the pain I felt. Even now, the scars remain, haunting me with stirrings of misery when the memory returns. I was her first, and she was new and scared then.
Her family was very set in their ways as well, unable to see beyond the familiar. They kept to themselves for the most part, and they had plans for their child, ones I would be interrupting. Her clan of Owls kept her in the nest, waiting for the day she would be needed.
My family and I remained in the shadows. We didn’t much care for anyone but ourselves either, but at least we knew tradition didn’t mean much. We did as we pleased, when we wanted, and no one could tell us differently. The shadows gave us comfort and protected us, warning us of oncoming danger. All we needed to do was listen to them.
A tale of religion versus passion. A young woman who feels her place in the world is to make it better despite her suffering, despite her horrible scars. But she must first pass the test of the manticore.
Female Reader x Female Monster
I was left at the Temple of the Oracles when I was born, abandoned because of my appearance. The Oracles took me in, understanding already that, despite my appearance, I was born to do powerful things. Mama Neaera nursed me and raised me by her side. She was one of the more powerful oracles in the temple, able to divine by playing a special lyre made from ancient wood from the mountains where the goddess Rhu was born. Through her divinations, Mama Neaera discovered I would become a great prophet of Rhu, and that I would spread her word across the country, and become a saint in my time.
I did not believe her. Looking at myself in a mirror, I saw no way that people would look up to me, let alone even at me. I was born a lioness Rakshasa, but my left arm was malformed, a wing-like stub with fragments of what my claws should have been. The left side of my face grows no fur, and the skin there is dark purple, pulled tight across my skull, revealing the curvature of my jaw and eye socket and the sunken white eye within. The ear on that side is folded in, creating a sort of cave around the hole.
You've never felt small before, but the minotaur is so big, he can practically wrap one hand around your waist. Which turns out to be a good thing, because he needs to hold you steady as he enters you. "So small," he grunts, even though you're not. Not really. "Careful. I could break you."
You don't know how to admit that you want this, that you want this stretch and pressure and ache. That you want him to break you. All you can say is, "please do." But that's all it takes.
"Oh," he breathes, brushing a thumb over the skin on your abdomen. "Oh, little one."
His cock thrusts deeper, forcing the air from your lungs.
trying to maintain composure while your monster boss fucks into his pussy portal... fucks into you. the tip of his dick pressing deeper with each thrust of his hips.
Vampire boyfriend who bites chronically ill reader and starts violently hacking because all your medications make your blood taste like a McDonald's sprite
