#monster fucking

[transgwender616]

Monsterfucking is so normalized on Tumblr I kinda forgot it even counted as a kink. I thought it was like liking boobs on girls. The basic normal stuff most people like.

[bunnis-monsters]

Older wolf!hybrid roomate that lets you stay rent free as long as he can grope and fondle your tits every once in a while uninterrupted.

He’s gotten to the age where he’s not really interested in going out to meet new people. He’s content getting to take one of your nipples into into his mouth and jerk off while you scroll on your phone.

If you let him fuck your tits he’ll even pay for your nails and groceries for the month. Licking the tip or letting him cum on your face means he’ll treat you to a trip out of town.

You’ve let him fuck your doughy thighs once and he made a mess all over them almost immediately…

He wouldn’t call himself your sugar daddy. He’s not exactly rich and doesn’t pamper you like he wants to, but you’re taken care of and he’s grown quite fond of you.

He’s been saving up so he can knot that pretty, fat cunt of yours at some point… he just doesn’t know you’d let him do it for free if he just asked.

[minhoetaur]

having a monster bf who likes to face fuck you with his tongue. it’s three times longer and bigger than yours and can stretch to the back of your throat when he kisses you and he loves the feeling of you gagging on it.

[femmnigmatic]

[specsthesecond]

Replacing your abusive husband with a mimic <3

It took so much courage just to bring up the idea but you managed to convince him that he deserved a relaxing getaway in nature and he agreed with the condition that you'd plan it, drive all the way there and pay for the whole thing.

You did it all with a pep in your step and a smile on your face. Listening to him complain the whole hike into the forest as you urged him to go deeper and deeper, making sure you followed your map exactly. You went through everything you'd read about these creatures in your head as you made camp, every corroborated story on every forum and every message from your own trusted source.

A twig snaps just beyond camp.

"I heard something."

You try your best to contain your excitement.

"Oh, shut the f-"

You husband is interrupted by another rustle from the bushes just out of sight from the glow of your little camp fire. You know better than to ask him to check it out so you stay silent, waiting for him to pluck up the courage himself.

"It's probably just a rabbit." He picks up a stick he was poking into the fire and walks out towards the darkness. You turn your back towards him. Making sure you don't see him actually leave or return.

There's a very brief struggle that you pretend not to hear as you stare into the fire. A long silence follows, punctuated by the crackling of your fire and sick snapping sounds coming from the bush your husband just disappeared behind.

When you hear footsteps behind you, you don't turn. You tap the space next to you, making sure the entity knows you're not suspicious or a threat.

"Did you find it?"

"W h a -" It starts but clears it's throat, speaking again in a voice much closer to your husband. "What?"

It sits next to you, stiff and mechanical.

"The rabbit in the bushes."

You shuffle closer, placing a gentle hand on his thigh, trying to seem like this is something you do often. You don't look at him yet.

"No."

You hear a soft squelching sound and he twitches slightly. You lean into his side.

"It was probably nothing. I feel safe with you, anyway."

The creature doesn't say anything, you hear tiny clicking sounds like bones setting into place. It slides an arm around your waist and you try not to look to happy as you shuffle closer.

"Do you remember how we met?"

You don't let it answer before taking your phone out of your pocket and showing it pictures of your husband, continuing,

"You were so sweet, even back then."

You wax on to the creature about a love that never happened with a man that never existed. Nothing too fantastical, just about how much of a loving husband he is, how he's so kind hearted and never raised a hand to anyone in his life. Showing him pictures you had to painstakingly search for of you and your late husband looking happy to help the creature get his looks right in case it's having trouble.

The creature slowly starts accommodating to what it thinks your husband was like. It's fingers twitch at your side, slowly starting to move up and down your waist. It gives little hums and huffs out a little laugh whenever it feels appropriate.

You almost jump out of its arms when you hear a screech from somewhere deep in the forest. It holds you closer, soothing it's hand down you arm,

"Nothing will hurt you"

For the first time since this thing walked into your camp, you look at it's face. It's morbid that you would never know this isn't your husband if you hadn't orchestrated the whole thing yourself. It's breathing is a bit forced, chest moving up and down a bit too mechanically and you haven't seen it blink yet but all in all it's a direct copy. It stares into the woods with a deep frown on its face.

You can't help but lean up and softly kiss it's cheek, curiously stroking the skin along it's jaw like you're afraid it might peel off if you touch too hard. It blinks a few times, looking back at you. Your gaze flickers from it's eyes to it's lips and you watch it do the same.

You close the gap between you without any guilt or second thoughts, kissing your husband deeply like married couples are supposed to. He copies your movements, pulling you closer by your shirt. You eventually have to pull away and take in a deep breath, he stares at your lips, copying your breaths like he doesn't know how to do it himself.

You stand and pull him up with you, guiding him towards your tent. You still have so much to show him.

[A devious sequel!]

[monstermeat666]

Orc!escort knight who’s sworn to protect you but it’s not really his protection you’re interested in;

It’s his cock.

“Ah right there!!! Ohh mffgghhh just like that” you moan as you ride your dear knight, your engagement party progressing down in the ballroom.

“Goodness your highness…. be quiet or someone-“

“Don’t speak. Just fuck me” you moan “I’m so close….I need this” you move up and down, your hole stretching to its absolute limit as you take his massive cock, lost in the sensation of every throbbing vein brushing against your gummy walls.

“Goodness I would’ve gone crazy if it wasn’t for your cock” you moan and he grunts, half in embarrassment and half in arousal. He knows it’s wrong and he would be executed on the spot for sullying you, but just like you, he’s addicted to your body too; the reason why he can never deny whenever you pull him aside and pounce on him.

He grips your hips harder, fingers digging into your flesh as he struggles to maintain control. "By the gods, you're so tight..." he groans. Feels like you were made for my cock, he thinks, his eyes rolling back in bliss.

Your desperate moans are lost in his eager mouth as you clench tight around him, close to the brink.

"I can't...can't hold back anymore..." he groans.

"Then don't. Fill me with your seed...please..."

That does it; with a guttural roar, he slams deep inside you, his thick seed erupting in hot spurts as he fills you to the brim. Your own climax crashes over you, waves of ecstasy washing through your body as you milk his cock for every last drop. The sound of the melodious orchestra rings from the ballroom, loud now in the heavy silence of the aftermath of your illicit coupling as you both catch your breath.

None of you say anything as he holds you against his body, hands running down your back, cock still speared in you and bodies still tangled together.

The party rages on, unaware of the lovely Crown Prince's future spouse leaking orcish cum. Unaware that your pleasure and intimate loyalty already belongs to a monster. A beast deemed too lowly for you.

Sure you’ll do your duties as a spouse, but your knight is the one who will give you pleasure for a long, long time.

[firawren]

Fic: Kryptonian breeding season

Pairing: Clark Kent (Superman 2025) x f reader Summary: Kryptonians have a yearly breeding season where they’re consumed with the need to wildly fuck for days. You’re helping your boyfriend Clark through it. It’s, uh, more intense than you expected. Tags: smut, p in v, rough sex, breeding, rut, mating press, dirty talk, possessiveness, mates, feral alien Clark, aftercare, Gary cameo Word count: 1.3k Read below or read on AO3

Clark is never more strongly reminded that he is an alien as during his yearly rut. 

It turns out that Kryptonians have a mating instinct and breeding season. Clark’s has synced up to this yellow sun's solar year, which is handy for planning ahead to ask for the time off work at The Daily Planet and inform the other superheroes he’s going to be unavailable for a week.

But Clark hates his rut. It makes him feel insane, mindless with lust, out of control. In other words, powerless—not something Superman has much experience with or patience for.

Because without a female to breed, all he can do is frantically masturbate again and again, never quite satisfied yet always compelled to keep going and spill his seed one more time. He instinctively feels that if he could spill it inside someone, make her bear something of his, he wouldn’t have to chase completion as often and would find the whole thing pleasurable. Although he doesn't at all want a harem like his bio parents advised, he sure wouldn't mind having one person to breed.

This year, he’s finally getting his chance, because for the first time ever, he's brought a girlfriend with him to ride out his rut in his Antarctic fortress: you. He was nervous about how it would go, but you assured him you could take it. You wanted to be there to provide relief for him.

But you had no idea just how feral Clark would become in rut.

He's got you bent in half, your own knees flattening your breasts, sobbing and drenched in sweat, trapped under his heavy body as he savagely fucks you. His teeth are bared like he’s a snarling wolf, rabid with lust, growling and grunting in a throaty voice you barely recognize. There’s a trace of Clark left in his eyes, the last shred of control he’s holding onto, the only thing that’s keeping him from actually hurting you with his bestial power.

Not that you’re not sore—you’ve been going for hours now, losing track of how many times you’ve come. All you can do is hang on while he uses your body to sate his unearthly urges. You try to dig your nails into his biceps, but his skin is as unyielding as the drive of his cock.

“Jus’ one more, gotta give ya one more load,” he mutters between gritted teeth. “You can take it, jus’a few more minutes baby, good mate, so good f’me.”

His cock is bigger in rut, every ridge and vein more pronounced, emphasizing how inhuman it is. He’s always been a lot to take, but the sharper edges now, the way it threatens to split you open and plunges so deep, makes it hard to breathe, and yet you relish the way it lights you up as it hits every spot you have and then some. His balls, too, feel especially heavy and large as they collide against your ass with a wet slap on every thrust.

“So close, gonna fill ya up and breed ya right, fuck a baby into this pretty pussy.” He’s slicking in and out of you faster, riding on a river of his own cum from your previous rounds. Your cunt is drenched, throbbing. “Can’t wait to make you all round with me, like a perfect mate. Gotta fill you to the brim with my seed so it takes, give it all to you.”

“Yes, please, fuck it inside me, fill me up!”

“Take it!” he shouts, tightening his hands on the back of your thighs. “Take all my seed, fff—” A roar rips from his chest as he snaps his hips forward and unleashes, flooding your womb with fresh cum, leaving part of himself deep within your body. His balls are pressed tight against you, and you can feel them throbbing, unloading all they have into you.

That feeling, of him truly breeding you, unravels you as well—you gasp as a wave washes through you, soft-edged with your weariness but no less blissful and deep. “Oh yes, baby, milk me, milk every drop from your mate, that’s it,” Clark groans as he feels your cunt clamping around his still-throbbing cock.

He grinds himself into you, making sure he’s gotten his cum as deep as possible, before letting go of your thighs and collapsing on top of you—but catches himself with his own flying power so that he’s touching you without crushing you. He’s not making you hover, but you feel weightless anyway, the air around you gone all syrupy as you float through your pleasure.

His lips press to yours, the kiss tender yet intentional, claiming. You let your trembling legs drop to the mattress, and Clark promptly hooks his around them, caging himself around you more thoroughly, but his body is soft, like a lazy cat draped over you. It seems like he might finally have run out of steam, at least for now. You stroke your hands over his back and he lets out a raspy little hum.

“Are you alright?” he murmurs, hoarse.

A little aftershock shivers through your wrung-out body. “Yeah,” you sigh.

Suddenly the door opens, and over Clark's shoulder you can see his superbot Gary entering with a tray. Clark is already wrapped around you, blocking your naked body from view, but he tightens his hold on you and jerks up his head. “Mine!” he snarls. “My mate!”

Gary continues to approach, unperturbed. “I have no interest in your human,” he says, and if he wasn't a robot, you would swear he says it in a weary tone, like he's tired of Clark's nonsense. “I would remind you, sir, that you were the one to ask me to bring in water and food for your companion whenever I heard you cease mating.”

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment at hearing the nonchalant way he discusses you having sex and at knowing he was listening to it happening, but try to remind yourself that he's just a robot and sex means nothing to him.

Clark seems to be having a little trouble remembering this, because he growls low in his throat, but lets Gary get close enough to set down his tray on a table beside the bed. He doesn't loosen his arms until the robot is gone, and his mind seems to clear a bit once the two of you are alone again. “I can't help it,” he mutters as he sits up enough to grab some water for you, his softened cock finally slipping free of your body.

“I know, honey,” you say as you gingerly sit up too, trying to clench to keep a wet spot from forming beneath you, though it's hopeless. You ignore it and take several long gulps of water, then pick up a bowl of chocolate-studded trail mix. It’s your favorite kind from Trader Joe’s, which you doubt you ever told Clark directly, but which he must have noticed. You give him a big smile. “You’re such a sweetheart for arranging the snacks ahead of time. Though, did you have to tell Gary to listen to us ‘mating’?”

He wrinkles up his nose. “I didn’t put it like that, just told him to come in when we were quiet. He…inferred.”

You laugh. “He’s a smart robot.”

Clark massages your aching hips while you eat, and you let out a groan when his strong thumbs press into your tender muscle.

“You really are alright?” he asks with his brows knit together, and you nod, still chewing. “What else do you need?”

You swallow. “I could use a nap, if that’s possible.”

“I can hold myself off for a few hours, I think.”

You find a dry spot on the bed and settle down together, Clark's warm body spooned up behind you, the two of you fitting together just as perfectly this way as when he was inside you. You’re meant to be in his arms. His fingers lace with yours and spread over the curve of your belly. “Mine,” he whispers.

Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and inspire me to keep writing! I’d also love to connect with other people in the fandom since I’m new to this one, so send me a message if you want to chat about Clark, writing, or whatever! Taglist: @azarianfalkner (comment if you want to be added or removed)

[bunnis-yanderes]

warning: nasty yandere, like body fluid collector nasty so beware

Bring back yanderes that are actually obsessed and depraved with disgusting interests in your body.

Aurelian is a pretty blonde elf boy, desired by most men and women. Everyone considers him to be utterly gorgeous and picture perfect boyfriend material!

But they have no idea what goes on in that man’s home.

He’s been obsessed with you for a while now. No one would ever imagine the prettiest guy in town was jerking off to pictures he’s collected of you over the past few months while he breaths into his phone. You always hang up within seconds, but hearing your shaky “… hello?” is enough to get him cumming instantly.

He keeps a sealed bottle of some of your piss on his nightstand. After easily charming his way through your workplace, he snuck into the women’s room to collect your pee when you were done. Yeah, he drank some already… but he’s saving the rest to worship properly!

He has a collection of your hair he’s pulled from your hairbrush, gum he scraped off of concrete, panties you thought you threw away now hung in frame over his bed.

Aurelian doesn’t look like your average creep. He’s polite, opens the door for everyone, and always has that sweet smile on his pretty face. You’re blind sighted by his true nature once the two of you enter a relationship.

And he doesn’t plan on letting you leave once you’re inside his apartment.

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