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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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.
I've read a few stories about pussy portals but I don't think I've read one with reader getting a perfect replica dildo that is connected to the monster (maybe they have a flashlight or its magic related)
Reader teasing a monster with their mouth and hands as they prep themselves with their fingers first as their hand toys with the thick knot near the dildos base. This time reader gets to be the one in control. Slowly sinking down they get to take their time getting to the knot.
The monster on the other end is desperately bucking into the device they're using, but it's not the same as the sweet torturous feeling of you sliding down their length that they're receiving from the linked dildo.
Toying with Him
[ m!monster x fem!reader ]
content: nsfw, masturbation, dildo
Getting a cast of your boyfriend's cock was his idea, actually. It was a silly anniversary gift. You exchanged casts of each other's genitals to be used as a fleshlight and a dildo.
But you got an idea how to make your toy even more special. You ordered your boyfriend's boxers and the dildo to be magically connected.
Hehehe, you giggled to your deviousness as you placed the enhanced boxers back into the drawer, on top of the pile. As soon as your boyfriend left for work the next morning, you ran into your bedroom and checked - as you expected, the boxers were gone. Huhuhuhuhu.
You waited for his text, which he always sends as soon as he gets to his office.
Fuuuuck me
Meetings all day
Love you cookie <3
It is time to get down to business.
You take out the beautiful model of your boyfriend's cock and kiss it lightly. You giggle, imagining what face he might make while sitting at a meeting table, surrounded by his co-workers and supervisors, confused about the sensation on the tip of his cock. You lick the toy, along the ridge, moistening it up. It is fun when you do this, but not nearly as good as when you suck on the real, warm, live thing.
Mmmmm, fuck. You are quickly getting wet, excited about masturbating with your favourite toy, and guessing how he must feel right now, as his magically transformed boxers stimulate his member, copying the way you play with the dildo.
A message pings.
Shit I'm so horny right now
And this meeting will last for another 10 minutes
Can't focus
Thinking about you ;)
It works! Just imagining him squirming on his chair, blushing, and maybe even stuttering gets you all giddy. You push your fingers inside your hole, getting ready for the massive toy you're about to insert. Your fingers squeeze the silicone knot at the bottom, humming and snickering as you get the dildo all wet.
Ping!
Something weird is happening
I feel something weird
Oh it's about to get a lot weirder. It's time to reply.
Enjoy my little gift for you ;)
Almost instant reply.
?????????
IS THIS YOU
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
COOKIE IM IN A MEEGINT
Hehehe, he's panicking. His fingers are trembling. He's losing control. How delightful. The surge of power, the sweet taste of dominance, makes your pussy clench around nothing. You lick the whole length of the dildo and moan around the silicone tip. You want it inside you so badly.
You spread your legs and smear your juices all over your folds. Mmmmmm, you're so wet. It would be so nice to have your boyfriend's thick cock inside, warm, hard, and pumping like a machine. Unfortunately, you have to do everything by yourself now. You rub the dildo against the entrance, mixing your saliva with your arousal. But - you giggle again - knowing what sweet torture your handsome monster boyfriend must be experiencing right now is quite enough.
The narrow glans penetrates your pussy, and a long moan escapes your lips. No human cock can match a monster one.
Ping.
Stop that
Im so hard rn
Someone will notice
You whimper on your bed, your legs entangled with your sheets, safe and cozy and so horny. No stopping, you retort while you push the dildo deeper and your fingers tap against your clit. You roll over and kneel, as if you're riding your boyfriend on his office chair. The dildo is halfway into your pussy.
Ping.
STOP
You can't. It feels so good. You are bouncing up and down, panting, fucking your pussy, and rubbing your swollen clit. Almost there. You're almost touching the knot.
ping. Ping. PING. PING!
You don't care anymore. You're so close - ah! - so close! But you will get that knot inside before you cum. You want it - ah! - in your pussy. But it's so hard not to let your body uncoil around the dildo right now! Ah! AH!
You climax as soon as the knot hits your entrance. The sinful wave melts your bones, and you fall into your pillows, defeated by a dildo.
I didn't get it in, you pout. You throw the toy away and take your phone. There are 20+ messages from your boyfriend. All of them are gibberish, or short nos and stops. But the last one is different.
I'm coming home
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Should I do the boyfriend's POV (and maybe a continuation?)
For the game because I thought it was a funny idea:
Werecroc, submissive, duct tape
It was all because of that documentary you saw about how zookeepers prepared the crocodiles for examinations and transport. They used duct tape. Very simple yet effective. And your werecroc boyfriend has been increasingly annoying you while talking about his favorite horror movies for almost an hour.
You topple him, sitting on his chest, and immediately wrap the duct tape around his long snout. He is in utter shock and, while he tries to free himself, you skillfully wrap the tape around his wrists as well. Finally, it's time for your favourite hobby.
He can't do much with his mouth, but his stomach scales provide wonderful stimulation. You strip and sit on his abs, flashing your holes toward his bound face, and all he can do is moan and pant as you remove his pants to reveal his delightful green cock. Your grind against his plates and suck him off slowly until he is shaking. But he has a little revenge of his own. His long snout easily reaches your ass, and he rubs his rough lips against your anus. You play with each other until you both cum on each other faces.From that day on, you call that pose 'wrapped 69'.
Your monster boyfriend is a teacher. He is a gentle giant, wonderful with children who is passionate about his calling. He is one of the most popular teachers in his school, respected by his colleagues.
But once he gets home, once he removes his jacket and glasses, and puts away his paperwork, he grabs you by your neck and pushes you against the wall. All his patience and calmness evaporates as he bites you neck and spreads your legs, opening your soaking pussy with his fingers, needing to fuck you so hard until the only thing you can remember is his name.
Oh, imagine meeting him at those parent-teacher conferences.
You are a single mom of one of his students, and you just moved into this small town. This is your first time meeting your kid's homeroom teacher, and as you lay your eyes on this middle-aged hunk, your brain gets flooded with ideas of making some more kids. With him, in particular.
He wears a casual smart outfit, sitting on his desk, reading the names of the kids from a paper. "I'm old-fashioned," he chuckles and flashes a row of sharp teeth. "I prefer pen and paper."
Why does he sound like he could make you cum just by whispering your name? You have to look at something else. You have to think about something else. Your eyes fly toward the bare tree in the schoolyard, dark against the gray sky. But then the handsome homeroom teacher says your last name...
Your friends are drinking and mingling in the middle of your living room. Accidentally, most of them are standing between you and your partner, oblivious to the dangerous state your boyfriend is slipping into. He is biting his lower lip, watching you from across the room. You notice him rubbing his nose with a smirk. Your ovulation must have started, and he sensed it immediately, as he always does. He can smell your hormones like an expensive perfume, the horny dog. You try to focus on your friend and the conversation about work, but it's hard to ignore his hungry eyes drilling right through your clothes, scanning your every curve. Your core reacts, and you cross your legs to tame the lustful pulse. He licks his lower lip and cocks his eyebrow. He is such an animal. Can't he act civilized for one evening? On the other hand, you like that he is just like that. If you play carefully enough, tease him when he can't touch you, taunt him the right way, you might get him super riled up. And then... Who knows?
Beautiful heavy rain slides down your window. It's foggy and cold outside, but you don't need to go anywhere today. And neither does your monster boyfriend.
You've been curled up around each other all morning, too lazy to get up and turn on the heating. But your blankets and bodies are quite enough to keep you both warm.
"So lucky," he pants with his massive arms behind his large head. "I'm so lucky to have you for myself all day today."
You only hum as his cock is stopping you from talking. Only its tip is big enough to fill your entire mouth. Your saliva slides down its length just like rain droplets do against the glass above your heads.
"Fuck." He arches his back and holds your head. "Fuck... Can I have.... your pussy... please?"
You eagerly straddle him, intoxicated by his musk scent, intense from his arousal. As you rub your ass against his cock, you lean forward to lick his chest and stomach. "So big... so gorgeous..."
He bashfully chuckles as he always does, even though you praise him all the time. He's such a sweetheart, asking for permission or letting you lead. Just perfect in every way.
You play with his nipples, listening to him grunt and whimper - but you can't hold on much longer while humping his happy trail erratically.
"Inside," you tell him, unable to lift your body from need. "I want you inside."
He grabs your hips and lifts you over his cock, positioning you carefully. You almost drop down on him all the way to his knot. Oh shit, how much you need him!
You are too horny, too eager for slow and gentle. You ride him violently, rolling your hips without any breaks. He growls and begs you to slow down or he'll climax too fast. But you don't care. The knot enters you easily, spreading you just right, and your boyfriend can only curse under his breath as he fills you up almost instantly. But he keeps fucking you for as long as he can, keeping your pussy pulsating and dripping around his entire cock, milking him dry as you climax too.
You fall onto his chest, whimpering from delight, locked to him. The air around you is almost misty from your body heat. He pulls the blanket over your sweaty back, and you can't help but smile and praise him for being such a sweetheart again. And he chuckles.
