Name's Kat. I'm an adult woman who enjoys smut and porn. Expect explicit stuff here, I do not want minors nearby
I write and post very raw and barely edited snippets of mostly monsterfucking and soft femdom. English is not my first language so expect mistakes
I write female!reader and male!monster (most likely a werewolf or a insert-your-monster kind of neutral character) unless stated otherwise
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If you are outside of your house for more than three minutes, it will thicken around you. Moisture and cold will cling to your face and clothes. Whether it's morning, noon, night, summer, or winter, the fog will form around you. Even if you enter your car, it will squeeze through every crack and envelop you. It is so persistent.
This time, you got lost in it. You had to stop abruptly because you had no idea where you were going. You couldn't see anything above your head or below your hips. The fog was everywhere, blinding you and deafening you. The chill crawled across your neck and bare legs, and dragged swirling touches up your thighs.
You whimpered, wanting to scream, but the Fog entered your mouth, trapping almost all sounds inside your throat. You could feel it glide all the way inside your lungs.
Your clothes were no issue for the Fog as it seeped through the fabric and spread all over your pubes until it reached your folds. It teased your flesh, playing with it, gliding and rubbing, but avoiding your clit or entering you. Instead, it crawled underneath all your clothes, enveloping you like water, squeezing you, and holding you like a sarcophagus made of air.
It was so terrifying, so electrifying. The Fog got you! Got the entirety of you. And then it entered you fully, pushing inside your cunt and your anus effortlessly. There was no pain, only invasion and fullness. Like you're floating or sinking. The fog glazed your outside and insides with itself.
And then it started to pulsate. Beat by beat, cold pleasure ignited your every nerve. Even the Fog tendril inside your mouth expanded for a brief second, suffocating you, and then deflated. With every beat of your racing heart, the Fog pulsated with you. And once you panted desperately, gasping for air, and reaching that peak between your legs, the Fog inflated even more, pumping itself, rubbing its sleek, wet self against your walls until you choked, reaching your orgasm.
As the last whimper of your pleasure quieted down, the Fog dissipated, and you were free once more. Flushed and shaken, but nothing else.
content: blood, so much blood, BLOOD!, fingering, oral (female receiving)
tw: period blood
"Aren't you... grossed out?" You are hiding your face, slightly disturbed by the situation you're in with your werewolf partner between your thighs, eagerly eating you out. The slurping sounds are almost comedic, to be honest. "I mean... There is so much... blood..."
You peek between your fingers. It is late at night, and only one weak, pale hallway light is illuminating you two. And seeing your boyfriend's silhouette half-transformed, snout bloodied, and eyes glistening from frenzy is... You want to say terrifying, but you actually find it incredibly arousing.
He lifts his head with a grin that could put any shark to shame. "Grossed out? You do know I'm a werewolf, right? A carnivore. Licking your pussy is like enjoying a lollipop. Eating you out while on your period is like eating a sundae on a hot summer day."
He seals his lewd comparison by pushing his fingers in your pussy and curling them upwards. He knows where you are weakest. He knows how to make you good. You whimper and tremble, sticky from your own blood and sweat, overtaken by both shame and excitement. The painful cramps are gone, and the warmth that blooms inside your body is soft, welcoming, healing. But soon it overwhelms you, breaks your will, and becomes everything to you. Bliss!
He senses this tidal wave, chuckles through his sharp teeth with content, takes your clit between his lips - and then he growls.
Vibration from his throat brings the release, the sweet pulse of climax, and you scream, grabbing your boyfriend's fur. He continues sucking your tender clit and labia, holding you down, not letting you relax.
"Enough!" You are barely coherent, but he understands you. With a moist slurp and a happy hum, he puts his bloodied fingers into his mouth. "Oh, Jesus, you're insane."
A wild idea appeared in my head, something like...
Your retired dad fell in love with an orc widow, and they got married. So now, even though you are an adult and no longer living with your dad, you are expected to meet your new family, which includes a bunch of adult and teenage orc stepsiblings.
One of your stepbrothers is a particularly moody, impolite, but huge and burly orc, quite unhappy with his mom's marital choice. And he doesn't hide it. He is borderline rude to you and your dad, and he especially enjoys teasing and annoying you.
Once you learn he is actually a bit younger than you and still a virgin, you decide you need to teach him some manners.
"I'm seriously getting sick of your attitude, Kušan."
Your stepbrother is in the family garage, doing something to your dad's wheels. He is sitting on the floor, with several tools sprawled around him. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing, monkey brain?" He removes his gloves. The left side of his face is smudged with oil. "I'm tampering with his brakes to make my mom a double widow."
You kick him in the boot. "You asshole!"
His laughter is loud, cocky, deep. He hoists himself up, and the veins on his right arm swell all over his forearm. "Relax, big sis. My mom drives this car, too. I gotta keep it in shape. Your dad is such an ignoramus when it comes to cars. Pathetic, really."
"Pathetic, huh?" You take a step forward, significantly smaller than him, but this time that fact doesn't bother you at all. "At least he gets pussy."
Kušan's small eyes bulge, and a deep green blush covers his cheeks and ears. "W-what?"
"You're so big, so strong, so confident. And yet, you're still a cherry boy."
"W-who told you that?" He is trying to hide his embarrassment by growling and flashing his sharp teeth. But it's futile. He is all bark and no bite.
"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." You take another step toward him. You have to crane your neck to even remotely face him. Looking at his blushing face, sweaty from heat and work, in a tight t-shirt that embraces his strong and bulky build, makes you wonder why he is still a virgin. He is handsome, and that's a fact. Annoying, yes, but hot. Hm. "But there is a price."
Kušan eyes you and cocks his eyebrow. "What do you want?"
"I want you to behave. I want you to stop being a selfish brat around my dad and me. We are here to stay, kiddo." Sounds so funny to say that to an almost 2-meter-tall guy. "And you better get used to it."You poke him in the chest and almost wince from pain. This guy has rocks for pecks, ouch.
Kušan looks at your finger and then back to your face. And for some reason, his blush suddenly spreads all over his face and neck, like an infection.
[ Werewolf Boyfriend Got You Pregnant? Well, Now He Has to Get You Off ]
content: tit sucking, p in v
tw: lactation, pregnancy
You whimper in your sleep.
You had a dream, something incredibly sweet, fun, and teasing, but you can't remember it anymore. All that is left is your tingling pussy below your baby bump.
Your werewolf boyfriend is right behind you, spooining you, and his snout curls next to your cheek. "You smell so good..."
His cock is already prodding between your thighs, and his big paw kneads your aching breast. He is gentle, cupping it and rubbing your sensitive nipple.
His narrow canine glans peeks between your plush legs, already moist. Your pussy throbs from need. "I'm so horny," you moan, reaching backwards to hold his head.
"I know, my queen. Let me make you feel good." He lifts your leg and slides his entire length along your dripping pussy while groping your swollen tit. "All full of my pups, but your cunt wants more."
You grind your rear against his crotch. "My belly is full, my tits are full— but my cunt isn't."
With a playful growl, he slides his cock inside you, and you shudder from delight. You are so used to his size, and you love every centimeter of it. His claws, his teeth, his fur —all perfect.
He is gentle, slowly pushing his phallus in and out, until his knot hits you. The round flesh rubs against your entrance, and the curly hair on his belly tickles your anus. You are so moist from lust that his fur quickly becomes wet and sticky.
"Mine... mine..." he breathes into your ear before lowering his big head to your chest. He uses his long tongue to lift your tit into his maw. You whimper once his tongue rolls over your nipples and milk drips.
"Yes... fuck... yes..." Your moans are sometimes enough to make him cum, but he doesn't want to reach his peak before you. This is about you, and only you. He follows your voice, your trembling, your shallow breathing, adjusting his speed, until you scream his name and cum around him.
Yes, he thinks to himself, still holding your leg up, still sucking your tit, enjoying your breathless moaning, and with a final thrust, he spills his hot semen inside you, like so many times before.
Your pussy is satisfied, but you are tired again. You drift back to sleep, and your boyfriend caresses your stomach, pleased to make you so big, full, and happy.
Living and working close to the North Pole is super inconvenient for your long-distance drider boyfriend. He just can't stand the cold! You still can't move to his place in Central America until your project is done, but that doesn't mean your relationship is anything but steaming hot.
You have long-distance sex - frequently. But since it is often below zero in your tent, you can't remove all your clothes. That is why you often have the old-fashioned phone sex where you eagerly talk dirty to each other, panting into your microphones until you are trembling from desperation.
The other option is to enjoy a private show and watch your hot spider boyfriend basking in the sun, stripping and touching himself for your entertainment. You can barely squeeze your hand below all the layers of fabric and inside your panties. Seeing your drider boyfriend sweating, his legs twitching behind him as he reaches his climax, pushes you over the edge. You cum around your cold fingers imagining how one day you will be behind that screen and under him, hot and sweaty and very very happy.
A mighty orc tribe that takes care of you and all their other human mates. They protect you from the cold, keep you safe, bring you food and sweets. They do not dress you up nicely, because that's not really necessary. You mostly stay naked and wear fur only when you leave your cottage. But if the human wishes for finer clothes, they will have them.
The whole tribe is your mate, your spouse, and all the other humans are your spouses and your lovers. You visit each other and make love for hours. Your orc protectors will sometimes watch you, tiny humans, lick each other and moan, anticipating the even greater pleasure. But big orcs won't stay seated for long. They will join their human mates and playthings and fuck them until they drool and whimper and beg for more.
Then the others will come, or the humans will seek others in other cottages and houses, or the orcs themselves will carry them around, like a feast to be shared.
Warm bellies full of cum, pussies moist from need, and mouths drooling and panting - humans provide pleasure, while orcs provide safety and community.
There is something very special about the fog. There are two aspects of allure, let's say it like that.
One is the dark mystery of the fog. The unknown. The unseen. The silent. You are on edge, scared, excited. The cold and the moisture touch you. The brushing of fog's fingertips is light, but so sharp, and it electrifies you. The lack of sound is so unnerving, dense, that you simply have to whimper just not to go mad. What is there? Why do you feel someone —or something—is watching you? Is it hungry? Angry? Curious? Does it stalk you? Want you? Does the fog want to touch you more? Enter more deeply into you? Find your warmth? Take it? Devour it?
The other part of the allure is the relief once you leave the fog. Escaping it, reviving your senses again, feeling everything so much clearly again. Oh, and the warmth and light of the cabin are so inviting! You are finally safe! And your rescuer is such a sweet creature, shy, gentle. He is also confused, unsure what to think of this human. Why is your rescuer looking at you so? He is comforting you, telling you he would never harm you. He is so strong, so warm, so everywhere around you. He is on top of you, so big and his jaw so large, but he doesn't harm you. He would never! He will protect you. Keep you in his cabin, away from the fog. Safe. Safe with him.
Face riding hits differently when there is a monster underneath you. You need to ride that snout until your thighs are covered in his saliva and your arousal. You are all sticky, wet, and sweaty. And he is all yours, submissive, eager to please. It's so hard to stop once you start, but every orgasm is better than the last one, and you always need more, more, more. Ahhhh... Your legs are shaking, and every time he moans and growls underneath you, your clit twitches again, swelling from pleasure. He never complains; he merely chuckles once you climax all over his face yet again.
I actually can! Since this is a monsterfucker blog, let's talk Great Hawk. He is such a sweetheart omg (I still love Eden the most, but Great Hawk is the perfect monster husband 🦅🤎)
[ m!harpy x fem!reader ]
content: nsfw, p in v, breeding
tw: abduction, non-con
Great Hawk has claimed you as his wife.
He did this a long time ago, when he saw you wandering the moor for the first time. As he soared above you, observing you, he felt that you belonged to him. That you were his present from the moor. A human. A beautiful mate.
His huge wings cover you every night, offering you warmth. You were scared of him at first, of course. Such an alien creature. But he was always gentle... in his own way. Bringing you shiny presents, food, branches, whatever a harpy could deem valuable. He patiently waited for you to ask him to fuck, to which he always replied: "Wife is ready to mate? Anything for you." He would make you scream and shudder in ecstasy as much as you wanted, as long as you let him pump his harpy seed into your womb. Nothing made him happier than making you happy.
But it wasn't always like this...
The first time you met, you were beaten and bruised, barely alive. You screamed when you saw his dark form against the bright sky. He landed next to you, cooing and chirping softly, but you were terrified, traumatized. You couldn't take it anymore.
The harpy stared at you with his huge eyes, curiously blinking. He touched your cut and bleeding shoulder with his huge hands, and then your nose, lacking a beak. He has never seen a human up close like this. Your beak was so soft. But he liked it.
"My... beautiful... wife... " he said before taking you in his arms and spreading his mighty wings. You yelled once he jumped high into the sky, taking you to his home. His nest.
The first night was hard for you. He barely used human tongue - he screeched, feral from lust, while ripping your clothes. But after seeing your tears, he stopped and pulled back, folding his wings. "No... I want to make wife... happy."
The wilderness in his eyes dimmed, but his erection stayed, throbbing, oozing. He nuzzled your face, clicking, calming you down. His talons scratched you as he gripped you to spread your legs. His beak was sharp against your belly, but his eating you out felt inexplicably divine. You've never felt a tongue like that one. You were still scared and tense, but he was eating your pussy out like a starved beast, and fairly quickly, you felt the coil of an orgasm pulsate inside your core. He felt it too... He stood up, spread his wings, and with a soft screech, pushed his phallus inside your hot insides.
"Wife feels so good..."
It hurt to accommodate such a long thing. It burned your insides when he claimed you, thrusting and screeching inhumanely. You cried, you begged him to stop. But this time, he couldn't. He had to take you now, he had to claim you, mark you, breed you.
The next morning, he gently helped you wash, he gave you food and a blanket to cover yourself. He knew he hurt you, and he couldn't look you in the eyes. He said nothing and let you recover on your own.
It took time to forgive him. It took time to trust him. He never took you violently like that again, like the first night. You learned to communicate with him, and he learned more human words. You told him what you liked and desired, and he would bring that to you.
Slowly, you became attracted to him, to his kindness, to his monstrousness, to his protectiveness. Even his cock was no longer too big or strange for you. You started desiring him, getting wet from just looking at him, basking or preening his mighty wings. You started asking for him to breed you, and he obediently fucked you every way you wanted, for as long as you wanted. Soon, you got addicted to this life and to your harpy husband.
Finally, one day, he gave you your freedom back.
You left. But you returned to him. And you left again. And you returned to him many times. And he would always greet you with a smile. "Welcome home, wife."
You always thought you were incredibly lucky to be hired to work with supermodels. They were such beautiful dog hybrids, pedigree and upper class, and you admired them very much. You were hired as their assistant, and you did whatever was needed behind the runway. But even after weeks of working here you could barely look them in the eyes. You were only a simple bunny hybrid, too anxious to even compliment them.
And then your ovulation started. Working around gorgeous half-naked models while being extremely horny was excruciating, and, after only half an hour on the clock, you had to hide in the closet to desperately masturbate. But they were dog hybrids; you should've known better.
While your fingers were still in your pulsating pussy, the closet door slammed open. "Our sweet assistant needs assistance," the supermodels teased. They took you out, removed your clothes, and started pleasing you in every way possible. They licked your juices and pounded your pussy, creaming inside you over and over again, until you were completely spent, breathless, and significantly less horny than a few hours ago.
To have a knight and bodyguard yearning after you 🗡...
His form is monstrous, and he is weathered, broken after so many battles, with a black heart cracked and dried by failed romances — he should be wiser. So much wiser.
But once he met you, his new protégé, his heart swelled inside his ribcage, reopening old wounds. He should've sealed himself with stronger chains. What shall he do now?
Once he saw you bathing, humming a light tune, shrouded by steam and moisture, he couldn't step back. The cowardice of his act will stain his soul forever, but back then he could not move. He remained hidden behind the door, watching you through the gap, and stroking his manhood while admiring your glistening lips, neck, and nipples.
He had to leave once his breath became too heavy, loud, and he worried he would spill inside his trousers. He moved into a dusty corner, a sad, pathetic place, to imagine squeezing your ass while biting into your neck and thrusting into your cunt. His dick remained hard even after he finished into his sweaty palm.
A quarter before midnight, with all your friends drunk and giddy, your apartment's doorbell rings. There is a huge cake outside, and it takes both deliverymen all their power to push it inside. Once everything is settled, and the cake is ready in the middle of your living room, the sleaziest nightclub music starts, and a lanky, graceful werewolf jumps out of the cardboard cake with a blood-curdling howl. As soon as he spots you, he winks and growls: "Happy birthday, gorgeous." All your friends scream in delight, but your body reacts with an intense flush.
It's your big 30th birthday, and you've been single for quite a while, so your friends decided to surprise you. And since they are quite familiar with your kinks, they knew exactly what you needed.
It takes all your mental power not to climb onto the gorgeous, almost naked werewolf flexing his muscles, bucking his hips, and flashing his sharp canines. Completely mesmerized by him, you don't even notice your friends sneaking out and leaving you alone with your gift, giggling among themselves. Very soon and very intensely, you learn that stripping wasn't the only skill he was hired for.
It's never boring in the Merfolk Breeding Centre. Dangerous, very much. Especially during springtime when most specimens go extra feral and horny. They are simply too strong, and any interventions could prove lethal for humans. But you have your job to do, and that is drawing blood, collecting semen, and checking their overall well-being.
But one merman proves way too difficult and aggressive. He has to be bound. Hanging on a wall, with his arms tied high above his head and his tail cuffed, he is pretty much at your mercy. Not that he seems to be too upset because of it. This is not the first time you need to handle him with special care.
You take his cock into your fist and lick it. The slick texture is so comfortable against your lips and tongue. The merman grins with his toothy smile and bucks his hips. He is growling, urging you to move faster. But you are in control, and you need him just as much as he needs you. Just as he starts twitching and breathing heavily, you slow down, but keep on stimulating his slit. His chains are rattling while he's trying to break free. But he won't be able to. Not this time. You prepare your flask and jerk him off just as he likes. With a screech, he shoots his irridescent semen, and you collect it like a precious substance. Although highly unprofessional, you place a kiss on the tip of your fingers and press them against his mouth. With a smirk, he licks them and gives you a wink.
The dragon prince has always been fascinated with humans, watching them from afar. With his mighty eyesight, he could see them as if they were on his own scaly palm, even when he was flying just below the clouds. He would observe them play, run, grow, work, dance, sleep. Such beautiful, tiny creatures those humans were.
What he loved to do the most was to watch them fuck. He loved seeing their delicate, soft bodies humping and twitching, and trembling around each other. Some were quick, some were passionate, some took hours to enjoy each other. Their mating would make the dragon prince hard, too. With a few strokes, he would shoot into the air like rain. But it wasn't enough. Oh, to have a human of his own, to show them pleasures and the vigour of dragon kind. Maybe one day, he will fly low and claim one. The perfect one. One day.
