19 yo, genderqueer afab (she/he/they), bisexual and white. i am single (and a virgin), sub-leaning in theory.
all content on this blog, especially noncon and dubcon (and by extension, cnc) is purely read through a fantastical lens and is not meant to reflect real life in any aspect.
this is a monsterfucking blog primarily, with art (solely by me) and text posts (by me or by others via reblogs). characters and other blog stuff can be found in the tag directory. Individual monster types are also tagged (werewolf, demon, ghost, ect.)
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blog content
sexual text -> all | consensual | non/dub con
non-sexual text
my text
art -> all | sexual | non-sexual
character content
rowan (dragon-like)
august (demon-like)
erik (naga)
biff (werewolf)
general interaction with me
you can call me garf or doby. you can also call me hole, whore, puppy, toy, princess, and usual terms of endearment like sweetheart and baby. i have a vagina but feel free to refer to any imaginary male anatomy. i am not on testosterone and do not use terms such as tdick. just say dick or cock as normal.
on sending asks
i have anxiety but am open to receiving asks! feel free to send monster related asks, either personally addressed to me or just addressed to the public of whoever reads it. any messages containing any of my limits will be deleted.
i am generally into
monsterfucking, breeding, pet play, humping, fingering, knotting, being pinned down, some cnc (rape play, somno, hypno, free use), overstimulation, praise, light degradation, light objectification, light bondage (tie the wrists, blindfolded), oral and vaginal sex, crying during sex, tentacles.
i am neutral toward
spit, mild impact play, intox play (cnc, either drugs or alcohol), edging, biting, hair pulling, breath play/choking, workplace sex, topping from the bottom, strap-ons, cum inflation, egg preg, vampires, anal (prepped).
limits/do not wants
age play, fauxcest, ddlg or ddlb, mommy or daddy roleplay, sounding, vomit, anything piss or shit related (example: diapers), hate sex, hard degradation, beastiality (real-world, feral animals. i do not count monsterfucking as beastiality).
a monster with no face, just a maw full of teeth and a long, twisting tongue. it crawls out from the darkness, sliding through the shadows until it reaches the foot of your bed.
you watch as it rises up high over you, this dark creature with its clawed legs bent the wrong way, and grasping, tendril fingers. those fingers trail up over the blankets and then slowly peel them back, until you're fully exposed to the night.
the creature climbs up onto the bed, holding itself up with one pair of arms while the others reach down to the slit in its flesh. a tail flicks as he reveals a pink tip inside, and as your breathing speeds up, that tip grows out, thicker and longer. it pulses as it takes its peculiar shape. then that coned head that starts to burrow into you, between the legs, and the swollen shaft soon follows, spreading you, demanding you open for it. those teeth rove over your face, testing your soft, pliable flesh. once all of its cock is buried inside you, that long tongue wraps around your face, sliding in between your lips to fuck your mouth, too.
the harder it takes you, the louder you scream, until it lures you over the edge. the shadow pumps feverishly, dragging you to your shuddering finish. it lets out an inhuman howl as it empties inside you, spurting dark ooze.
the shadow rests on top of you, relishing your soft, human body, until the sun starts to rise. then it slithers away to hide until the night returns again.
Been heavily into robots lately. I want a robot partner to use me to sate all their curiosity about the human body. They weren't designed for emotions, let alone love or sex, but they've long since surpassed their original programming. They might not have any data about human reproduction or mating right now, but that's easily remedied. Especially with such a cute, willing partner.
They take their time with me, carefully monitoring every tiny reaction to every kind of stimuli- everything from careful touches to harsh buzzing to mild electric shocks. They're making the perfect map of aaaallll my reactions, and their tests are incredibly thorough.
Their power supply is more than enough to keep them running through dozens of my orgasums. Hard robotic arms the only thing stopping me from completely melting into the mattress at the brutal pace. They can't help but make me cum over and over and over again, they're just so curious, so fascinated by my reactions. They might not be able to feel arousal in any recognizable human way, but they can't help but fins they like this side of you. The vulnerability of having their soft human partner so exposed, so helpless under them.
Being friends with a naga who just loves to touch. They get so cold sometimes and you're so warm and right there. They bump shoulders with you, brush arms in passing, unthinkingly wind their tail through your legs when you're standing side by side. It's so easy too, because they have so much body to touch to yours, all that muscle that can so effortlessly wrap around you and pin you down, hold you up maybe, press you against themselves.
But you don't mention it, even when sometimes you think they might be a little too close, because that's just their nature, no? Touching you is like basking in the sun, they just crave warmth, for comfort. It means they feel safe around you, you should be grateful.
And when the touches become more daring, more invasive, you don't say anything. When they finally corner you, all alone, when they use their long, strong body to grip you like a giant's fist and rub their smooth belly against you, you can't say anything that would stop it from happening anyway. They'll drag you up and down their pelvis, snaking deft hands under your clothes, until you feel the cool air on your cunt. The barbed heads of their twin cocks will push from their slit and caress your thighs.
It's only a matter of time until they're pushing inside, wriggling in the tight, wet space that barely fits them both. You can cry, but it won't matter. The pain is part of the pleasure. Slick cocks pulsing inside of you, hot cum dribbling out of your stretched hole and leaking down your shaking legs. There wouldn't be a knot, but the serpent's body would be enough to keep you in place, burying the bulk of their seed deep through your cervix and spilling into your waiting womb. You'd feel the fight drain from your useless limbs, whimpering and teary-eyed. Their virile sperm would coat your twitching walls, thick and filling. They'd hold you forever still, delighting in your warmth, and you'd be helpless to it, pumped full and thoroughly bred.
The BEST part about knots is once its in consent no longer matters, youre tied untill the cum is done flowing. If you wanted it? Great. If you decided a second too late you didnt feel safe having a thick heavy load pumped deep through your cervix? Thats really just too bad, theres nothing either of you can do about it now, youre being bred.
Erik (he/him) is attentive, assertive, and smooth-talking. He is a definite control freak, his long, winding tail a reflection of his dominating personality. That's not to say he can't play nice, but it will feel pretty condescending.
Naga are attractive, regal beings who are thought to have descended from an older, semi-divine species, though today they are wholly ordinary. However, some still believe that naga possess a kind of godly allure, what with their hypnotic eyes and the mesmerizing sway of their serpentine bodies.
As seen in wild species of snake, naga can come in a vast variety of looks and morphs. Depending on genes, they can sport such iconic traits as a hood, a rattled tail, or venomous fangs, among others as equally fascinating.
Naga males are equipped with twin penises. Some cocks have bumps, barbs, or spines that ensure they stay locked to a female when mating. Sex between two naga is described as a sort of writhing dance where the mated individuals coil around each other. This extremely intimate embrace can last for hours.
As a cold-blooded species, naga instinctively seek warmth from any available source, most commonly by sunning themselves or by hoarding material warmths such as blankets and space heaters. Surveys have found that they also greatly enjoy snuggling up to bodies with comparatively higher temperatures to their own such as dragons, werewolves, and humans.
this lore is for personal use and is not meant to be taken too seriously
a naga bf who worries when you aren't getting enough sleep, who lulls you into bed with his hypnotic eyes and coils tight and comfortably heavy around you, who whispers sweetly into your ear until you can't help but let your eyes fall shut
ghost-fucking: sleeping at night only to realize someone's groping me; i turn around to sleep on my tummy but still the hands follow suit and can still touch my clit; the funny thing is i feel them right through my pants, like, how??? i try to avoid it by pressing further into the bed but that doesn't stop it; in fact it plays more and more relentlessly, pressing harder and its touches growing bolder...
The dark of early dawn smooths into the morning's first light, painting the sky a feverish blue, where only on the horizon is the pale orange of sunrise still visible. My jog tapers to a trot, until the pumping of my legs halts altogether, my hands leaning on my knees as I breath heavily. I wipe sweat from my brow, but I'm gross all over my body, skin slick and salty.
With my chest still heaving, I drop to the ground, sitting cross-legged and feeling the grass tickle the naked skin of my thighs and calves. I'm alone safe for the twittering of early waking birds, and the quiet is only a little disappointing. I ignore the perverted part of me that excites at how vulnerable I am, how there's no one to call for help for miles, how I really wouldn't struggle much if someone with less then charitable intentions were to find me.
I shake my head, dismissing the thought. I've been running this hiking trail for months and I can count on two hands the number of other people I've come across, not that we've ever talked. I reach one arm over my head, holding it in place with the other. I keep the pose for a good minute, and then move on to stretching the other. With each new pose, a sigh of relief breezes past my lips, resting my tense muscles. Crawling on my hands and knees, I inch into position until I'm on my toes with my ass in the air, head hanging down between my shoulders; downward dog. In the shadow of my body, I breathe a moment of peace. It's probably my favorite, making me feel so exposed, like I'm asking for it.
In my dreams on some nights, I hold this pose with the moon high, waiting for some monster to sniff me out and take my frail, human body as an open invitation.
But alas, it is only a dream.
Just as I'm about to relax from the pose, something slams hard against me from behind. The force wraps around my waist and hefts me a few feet into the air, high enough that for a brief moment of weightlessness I can see the spanning silhouette of massive leathery wings.
Just as short as I am suspended, I am let go, smacking into the ground. My breath is knocked out of my chest. I am dazed enough from the fall, but a body collapsing onto mine pins me down completely. The body is warm, with rough, scaly skin in places, naked too, if the unwanted prodding of a foreign appendage at my ass is any indication. A nose pokes at the back of my neck, huffing hot, labored breaths past sharp nipping teeth.
I have my guesses at what has me trapped but the headrush at the weight holding me down makes thinking hard. Strong, lean arms hug my waist against their crotch, hot precum wetting the material of my tight jogging shorts. The face nuzzling the back of my own greedily gulps mouthfuls of my smell. I must be utterly drenched in the sweet pheromones of my drying sweat and mounting arousal.
Dragon-kin are intelligent, humanly so, but still occasionally suffer from some animalistic urges; needs to mount and to breed and to mate. Probably in the peek of his rut, there would be no reasoning with this beast, whose clawed hands rove up and down my shivering chest and belly. I grasp at the loose earth, but it's useless. I've been caught, and all I can do is survive the inevitable breeding.
Dumb with rut, the dragon grinds against my shorts in a vain attempt to shove his cock up my cunt. One hand strays twitching fingers over my shirt, gliding further and further downward, until they find the band of my shorts, easily sliding under. The monster purrs in my ear at the discovery of my wet heat, eager fingers rubbing at my folds and flicking my clit. Their rumbling purr hitches when I let out a little pained noise, almost like a laugh.
With some rough maneuvering that presses my face into the dirt, he shuffles my shorts and underwear down my thighs. They restrict my legs further, if the beast's weight wasn't enough already. This is humiliating, shameful. It's so early in the morning, but just the thought, the chance, that someone might find me like this, has me suppressing a moan.
Two fingers shove into my cunt, setting a moderate pace that has my shoulders curling up toward my ears, making me keen. The sound only seems to spur the dragon on, the intruding fingers wriggling deep and enthusiastically massaging my walls. Soon enough, the hand retreats, grabbing my hip instead and smearing slick on my thigh as they prop me up, lining their rod up with my twitching hole. In one smooth motion, their weeping, flushed-cherry cock glides in from pointed tip to flaring, scaly base, slipping me forward on the grass. A startled yelp bullies past any weak and futile protests I might of thought to mouth off, not that they would have done anything. The immediate pace is agonizing; steady but deep, and the bumpy ridges trailing the underside of the dragon's cock drag on the lip of my sensitive hole with each delicious thrust.
My pussy drips with slick to accommodate the heavy pounding, the monster's balls slapping wetly against my clit. The wetness chills in the mild morning cold, but the warmth of the dragon's body is almost smothering, pinning my chest to the ground. My breathes are quick and punched-out.
His hold around my lower belly tightens, and without breaking pace, my hips are yanked around as he shifts his knees, draping himself over my arched back. I'm reminded of the downward dog, my ass more or less in the air as it is now, and I groan with want as fantasy melts into reality. The new angle sinks the dragon's cock even deeper into my cunt, and we both let out drawn, satisfied sounds of pleasure, their clawed hands digging into my flesh, but not enough to draw blood, as if the beast has some sense left.
I can feel them drooling down my neck, little drops running over my clavicle and down under my shirt. They continue to nip at whatever skin they can get their mouth on, great purring growls vibrating in their throat that I can feel resonating through my core. The noises quickly fall apart into pathetic whining as the dragon's even hammering devolves into frantic, jackrabbit thrusts, driving their cock in so hard and so desperately that we almost topple over.
Suddenly those sharp teeth bite into the sweaty skin between my neck and shoulder, a fire's heat in their mouth cauterizing the wound as it's made. As I shout in pain, they pop their searing knot past my hole, grinding nice and deep into the seat of my pussy. I fist at the earth in a fog, whimpering as all I can focus on is the pulsing between my legs and the thick, hot ropes of cum that fill my womb. There are overwhelmed tears in my shut-tight eyes, diluting into my sweat as they run down my red face.
Shaky, panting moans breathe muffled against my shoulder. The monster's hips grind shallowly into my heat, the throbbing of his cock beating in tandem with my heart. The purring returns as a nose lovingly nuzzles against the scarlet bite; a claim, their mark on me. A delirious part of my mushy brain wonders if it's permanent. My jumbled thoughts don't think that would be so bad.
We fall onto our sides in a heap, their body catching mine. The knot pulls with the movement and I whimper again. They hold me closer as if to shush me, their hand trailing down my front and rubbing my belly as they purr wantonly. Large wings curl around us both, their tail wrapped protectively around my leg. There is no escape, not until their knot goes down, and I can do nothing but come to terms with my fate, tucked into the dragon's arms and comfortably full with their seed.
Rowan (he/they) is boyish, rambunctious, active, and reckless. He is dragon-kin and wears his scaly durability like a badge, often getting into trouble and throwing himself around for fun.
Dragon-kin and related dragon species naturally run hot, their warm bodies flushing dark where their skin is thinnest with scales. With their blood quite literally boiling, they are thought to be quite temperamental and stubborn creatures who push and pull to get what they want. In the same vein, a male dragon's seed is hot to the touch and when ejaculated into a fertile womb, is thought to better the chances of a healthy and successful mating. Draconic species are known to mate for life, and can be extremely possessive of their loved ones.
Interestingly, the vast majority of dragon-kin, despite being partly human, experience heat and rut cycles respectively, with male specimen possessing knots when engaged in especially heated sexual intercourse.
Most dragon-kin have fully functional wings, stubby tails (compared to their more beastly cousins), and a set of short, medium, or long horns. Their skin is typically thinner than larger, more wilder species of dragon, with a coat of thicker scales on their backs, wings, tails, upper legs, and shoulders. Their teeth are sharp and sometimes snaggled, with lethally clawed hands and feet to match. Most strikingly, dragon-kin can present in a wide variety of colors, much like other draconic species.
this lore is for personal use and is not meant to be taken too seriously
a big, strong monster who can just lift me up and drop me down on their throbbing cock. i can't do anything as i'm held in the air and forced to take their gigantic girth. nowhere to go when gravity sinks their fat knot in my cunt and i'm filled to the brim with their seed. it's only over when they decide for me that it's over. i'm not going anywhere
I can’t stop thinking about being a pet human to some monster royalty or nobility.
I would kneel on a soft cushion next to my vampire master’s desk in his study so he could feed on my blood whenever he wishes or for entertainment
I could be gifted to a pair of nagas as a wedding gift to the newly wed king and queen, to be their cute little human to pamper and have their fun with.
I could get trapped in a fairy ring on a hike through the woods and made to be a pet in the house of the fae lord who’s territory I stumbled too close to
I could be a cute plaything for a group of beautiful naiads, whose favorite game is to see how many cute sounds and moans they can force out of me
Or I could be a part of a dragon’s horde, shown off like a prize jewel to others in their realm, collared and kept close to them to show who owns me
A war prize to an orc chief to warm her bed and keep her entertained during long cold winters
being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it
Werewolf boyfriend, one that acts tough and puts up a front in public, protective and possesive when people are around but once you're in the bedroom? He's the most pathetic, whiny puppy for you. He worships you, literally at your feet nudging his muzzle into your crotch trying to get a taste of you, pretending like he's not humping your leg because he's trying to be your good boy. Even letting you put a collar on him, because he's just a puppy that can't control himself.
