how did you get here?

Hiii uhhhh I'm 23 and aging rapidly. Very horny. Sea creechure

[hornymonsterlover]

I might just start posting some of the little bits and pieces of monsterfuckery I write on here. I sure as hell won't be consistent though.

My username should tell you all you need to know, really.

That, and if you somehow find me, feel free to ask me stuff, I guess? I might write about what you talk about if it worms its way into my head enough.

[hornymonsterlover]

... what do you mean its been a year since I posted anything.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS BEEN A YEAR SINCE I POSTED ANYTHINGGGG

hi, I know a lot of people dont see me, but I do be here, i just uh, lost track of time. College does that to a creature. Found out im Ace, which is p cool.

Anyways, time to uh... figure out how to post again. Especially with borders and words. I currently got obsessive angel brain worms.

mmmm worms are yummy.

[ozzgin]

Aye, this is kinda random but what if we rent a room and (surprisingly not) the room is infested by the spiders and the landlord is some kind of werespider or a spider ruler 💥💥💥

Spider Hybrid Horde x Reader

Content: gender neutral reader, NSFW, prompt: Mommy’s Little Monsters

Little heathens, blasphemous crreatures! Nasty vermin, every single one They want your blood, they need to feed And now Mother has brought them a treat

"That's a lot of webs", you groan to yourself, placing down your luggage.

A cheap room's a cheap room. No point in complaining about it now. You wander around, inspecting the dusty furniture and glancing out the window. You’d expected more people around, given everything else was booked out. Yet the paths are empty, save for the overgrown vegetation.

Even the lobby was devoid of any other human. You were instructed to pick up your key and find your room by yourself. Your only encounter was spiders, hanging from every corner and crawling in and out of the multiple cracks decorating the washed out walls.

You stretch your arms out and lazily throw your clothes on the bed, then walk towards the bathroom. Maybe some hot water will wash down your discomfort. The faucet turns with a rusty creak.

Suddenly, a horrendous shadow looms above you, twisting and bending over the shower curtain. There's a smacking sound, and the silhouette vanishes as quickly as it came.

"Not now, you varmint!" Mother scolds. "You're going to scare the human, and I won't find a better one."

The intruder scurries back to the group, lowering his head apologetically. His brothers continue gawking at your oblivious form, fat droplets of drool hitting the tile.

"Soon, soon", Mother coos. "Then you can do whatever you please."

Look at her boys, all grown up, ready to mate and breed. It’s about time she becomes a proper Grandmother.

The spider hybrids clack their arthropod appendages in excitement. Who gets to use you first? There’s a lot to consider, you see. They can’t tire you out too much, not until everyone’s had their chance to fill you. How do humans sound when they’re being fucked relentlessly? They’re about to find out.

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[arlecunt]

We need more Merman/Mermaid and Drider lover content like they're genuinely so underappreciated please I need them so bad

[hornymonsterlover]

This, absolutely this. I will partake in the making but I can't do it all by myself ;-;

[hornymonsterlover]

Compliments Matter. (Pt.1)

M!Drider x GN! Lonely! reader

in which one of the videos you ended up watching subconsciously encourages you to say the words that end your streak of loneliness

I think the reader in this one might be depressed but I'm not exactly sure, I just wrote it and let my internal autopilot take the wheel

cw: you are terminally down horrendous, spiders be upon ye, this is the plot before I post the porn in a couple days, lotta description of crushing loneliness

I wrote this, once again, for me. Driders are my favorite monsters and I am frothing at the mouth for more drider content

so I'm making some myself.

Yippeeeeee

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The dim glow of your phone screen flickers between different shorts on your YouTube Shorts feed. With each swipe of your finger, another dull, slightly uninteresting reminder of the distance between you and everything else this world has to offer. The endless stream of content parade across your screen, but none of it seems to matter to you. It's all a blur: people laughing, traveling, sharing moments that feel so out of reach. Despite the virtual faces, there's a hollow space where connection should be. The loneliness lingers like an invisible weight, pressing down, growing heavier with every passing scroll. You sigh heavily as you shift around in your bed, doomscrolling away instead of sleeping like you should be doing. Tsk Tsk.

"You people need to compliment driders more!"

Your thoughtless scrolling had come to a halt, your attention span snapping back as someone almost aggressively told you to do something through your phone. Okay, they have your attention.

She was pretty, down right model material. She pointed into the camera accusingly at you, the viewer, with her long aesthetic nails making that tnk tnk tnk noise against the lens. It retained your attention to the point it almost offends you. The camera pans higher, above and beyond her shoulders as it focused on a black widow drider in the background. He looked pretty cute, humming to himself as he was doing the mundane task of moving a laundry basket around. You could hear the gigglings of mischief coming from from the woman before she calls out to the poor, unaware drider. He turns around, curious eyes look at her with silent questioning before he gets hit with the "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever met in my life." All six of the drider's eyes widen, a deep crimson spreads across his face as the laundry basket clatters to the ground. He's absolutely stunned, staring at his partner for a moment before she focuses the camera back on her again. "I swear, they all have a praise kink~" She whispered into the camera before the last few frames were her being pulled away from view, giggling like a maniac, by her drider that looked hungry for something beyond food.

You rewatched it several times. They... They looked so happy. It almost hurt to watch. Yet, you did, over and over again.

After doomscrolling for another few hours you eventually passed out, phone in hand.

The sunlight creeps through the blinds of your room, soft and warm, but it doesn’t quite reach the corners of the room where shadows linger. The feeling the heaviness of a night spent in restless sleep weighs heavy upon your shoulders. The silence of the morning feels different than usual, it’s pressing in. Like its wrapping itself around your throat and forcing you to get up and leave the four walls you havent said goodbye to in days. For a moment, you hesitate, unsure of what to do with the stillness, the dull ache in your chest. Then, without much more thought, you stand, stuffing your low battery phone in your pocket. You mosey on over towards the door and put on shoes that have seen better days. A vague sense of urgency moves you forward. Get out. Go somewhere, anywhere, that might offer a sense of connection, even if it’s just the murmur of leaves rustling in the wind. The park is only a short walk away. It’s not much, but it's something. Maybe, just maybe, You'll find a moment there to breathe, to feel a little less alone.

It was a chilly autumn afternoon. The kind where the breeze was so bitter it made the hair on your forearms stand on edge, before it died down for a few seconds at a time to allow the sun to warm you and seep into your bones enough to not think about getting a coat. The park stretched out ahead, a peaceful expanse of warm colored trees, the branches swayed gently overhead. The path beneath was cobbled, smooth enough for an easy stroll but worn enough to carry memories of countless footsteps. As you walked, your hand fiddled with the phone in your pocket. You sigh, this is tolerable, good enough. The wind keeps you from smelling yourself, you who, in your bout of clinging to your bed, haven't showered in a couple days.

You didn’t have anywhere to be, just moving through the park with no real goal, letting your mind wander. The world around them was peaceful, calm: a welcome escape from your little bubble of solitude.

An oddity in the autumn colors catches your eyes, pulling you out of your thoughts. Beneath a weeping willow tree, a cobalt blue tarantula drider sat, his silhouette framed by the drooping branches.

At first glance, they might’ve seemed like a figment of your imagination, but as your feet took a couple shaky steps forward, the details and color became sharper. A dude, tall, lean, draped in layers of black, from a long coat that sat perfectly against his abdomen. Their hair was jet black, messy yet somehow styled to perfection, strands falling into their face in a way that screamed both careless and meticulous. He had a couple piercings, a nose ring, two on each eyebrow. The contrast of their pale skin against the dark clothes and blue lower half was striking and mesmerizing, a visual contradiction that made it hard to look away. He sat in a slouch, his eyes: deep, dark, and intense, hyperfocused on adding details to a sketch book well used. He was the most handsome being you've ever seen on this planet. He looked up, his two sets of eye widening every single one of his arms freeze in place. He's looking directly at you.

Wait, did you say that out loud?

  You stared, he stared. You both sat there for a moment before your anxiety compelled you to book it. You turned around, and was about to high tail it before you heard the most gentlest "Wait, please" you've ever heard in your life. His voice was so smooth it made you weak in the knees. You find yourself turning back towards the stranger, face redder than half of the trees nearby. His expression softened, chelicera chittering together as his shoulders moved with the sound of his chuckle. "I've never had someone compliment me out of the blue before." His tone was teasing, the little grin he had solidifying he was far from upset with you. You still felt compelled to apologize. He shakes his head, beckoning you over. You hesitate, you feel anxiety start to crawl up your spine. You probably looked like a starved sewer rat right now, you shouldn't even dare approach him. Gosh, you probably smelled like ass-

He snapped his fingers, breaking you from your momentary trance. He barely hand any nails and his hand looked soft. You wonder what it would feel like against your skin- "Don't tell me you said something like that, and you're afraid of spiders? Come here, sit with me." You do so this time, though you weren't sure how close was appropriate.* "You can get closer, I won't bite." The way he looked at you at that moment, you knew exactly what he was thinking, how he refrained from saying the other part of the line that would make you die on the inside. Because in the moment, you absolutely wanted him to bite.

He turned his sketch book over towards you, three hands handling the book with care while a fourth gripped onto a pencil. Your eyes widen with wonder, every single little detail of the park surrounding you looked like it was frozen in time in layers of grey on his page. He catches you speechless, and it fills him with pride. "Usually, I stick to nature and my surroundings, but I wouldn't mind practicing faces. I'd have to see yours a bit more often if I want to get it right."

This smooth fucking bastard!

He chuckles again, seeing you mentally short circuit. One of his legs pulls you a little closer, and suddenly you feel as if it were a hot summer day. "Do you happen to be free tonight?" You nod, and he smiles. "Perfect, Do you have a name, or do I have to call you cute all day?" You wanted to reach up and kiss him right fucking NOW. Externally, you tried to show none of it, told him your name with the most calm energy you could muster. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but the way his eyes shined in the afternoon light, the way he smiled down at you, it's like he knew something that you didn't. "My name's Nyk, it's a pleasure, my little muse." One of his hands run through your hair, soothing. You lean into it, attention starved and almost desperate enough to beg to keep it there. You didn't have to. One of his four hands keeps running through your hair and idly tracing the line of your scalp as he starts to focus on his drawing again, adding miniscule detail after detail. You don't realize it, but you start nodding off, a fuzzy blue leg softly caging you into his side. You could barely hear something among the lines of "what a cute little mate" before you fall into a peaceful snooze.

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now go write the porn, you loser (I am talking to myself)

[beastsoulart]

would you kiss him? :v

[hornymonsterlover]

Would.

[ozzgin]

I need a horror movie where the main character is a monster fucker.

The group ends up in some cursed, haunted place and has to spend the night there. Lights flicker, doors creak, and an abhorrent shadow slides down the hall menacingly, reaching MC’s room. This hoe is giggling under the blankets, reading the sloppiest demon smut.

First victim: one of the group members helplessly gasps for air, seemingly choked by invisible hands, hanging against the wall as the others stare in fear. MC turns to the camera, visible grimace on their face:

“Darn it! That should’ve been me.”

Finally, a grand reveal happens, and the entity appears before the remaining group in its true unholy form. Someone stumbles out in terror, someone else faints. MC’s face gradually heats up, and a smug smile spreads across their face.

“I’d tap that”, they conclude, camera zooming in and screen turning black.

Plot twist: it’s you. You’re the monster fucker.

[monstersflashlight]

Monster boyfriend who insists on watching every romantic movie or book you own just so he can court you not only how you deserve but how you'd love.

[hornymonsterlover]

Slime Partner X Reader

Headcanons for a healthy relationship ♡

This is incredibly self indulgent

this is for me, I wrote this for me. Hehehe

Minors DNI, I do NOT consent to you stealing my writing, but have fun reading it

CW: incredibly ♧Fluffy for the first half, ♡horny for the second, Oh no there's sex in here what am I going to do, I'm using they/them for the slime here because it's the broadest term I can use to refer to someone. You're getting to good ol' You/You're, yay gender neutrality

♧ Being constantly warm Fucking sucks. Sweat being an issue if you step outside for more then three seconds. Fuck you sun. Die. Then, your gelatinous other half hugs you from behind and the soft chill of their touch makes you sigh in relief. Caution, It may convince you to stay home and not go to work today.

♧ Adding on to that, it would be incredibly easy to cuddle with a slime. Their form just easily molds around yours, giving you a full body hug that makes you feel loved and supported. It makes you relax, in their arms is the most comfortable feeling you've ever felt. The soft rumble of their chest could lull you to sleep even if you were the most severe of insomniacs.

♧ Affectionate kisses are a must. Soft and sweet, your forehead leaning against theirs as you take a moment to yourselves. You're both dancing to the rhythm of your heart beat, each step you take you look into their eyes and see nothing but kindness and warmth that makes your heart fill with the love you thought was only in fairy tales.

♧ You both work well together, which is more that can be said for your last partner. Covering eachothers weaknesses, working together to keep this little apartment you both share afloat because damn it rent is tough, but they make it that much more worth it by being there with you. When you're venting about that one co-worker that just makes your hair stand on end, they sit there, beside you, holding your hand as you let it all out.

♡ Once you're done, they make you forget about them by whispering sweet promises that drip off of their tongue like nectar. They kiss you so passionately they make you forget what words feel like on your tongue. Their eyes have a mischievous and lustful glimmer to them that let you know exactly what you signed up for, yet they give you a gentle "I love you♡" as a warning before they start going to town.

♡ Two arms aren't good enough, now there's four of them gently holding you in place as they caress your skin like they're worshipping a diety. Their touch goes through your clothes, as if some measly fabric will stop them from touching their beloved like they deserve~

♡ Absolutely melts (Litterally) on top of you, seeking the best kind of pleasure that only the both of you can reach together. Words of praise become whines, moans, and incoherent blubbering you both dive off the edge of pleasure together, hands intertwined as you both slow down and enjoy the buzz of the love you just shared together. They stay formless as you both collect yourselves, knowing that together, everything is just that much better.