#monster girlfriend

[tsuutarr]

[domestically-loving-monsters]

"MC was stolen away by the monster because it wanted to breed them"

"MC had was forced onto an arranged marriage with an evil overlord"

"MC was made to-"

Blah blah, give me an MC that leaps at the opportunity to be with the monster/overlord/whatever morally grey character!!

An Orc threatens their village if the MC doesn't join their clan because they want them all to themselves? Hell yes! MC is already packing their belongings and leaping into the tree trunks that are arms.

Overlord/lady apologises to MC that they were saddled with this horrible marriage? What do you MEAN? You're the best damn spouse they could ask for! Moonlit walks through a Gothic castle and blooming gardens? A library? Minions?! Who on earth would pass this up?

A monster offers trinkets to MC as courting gifts, hoping they won't be terrified by their grotesque figure. MC is making little gifts back and keeps the window open to their bedroom on cold nights so the monster comes in for warm cuddles.

Give me an MC that is ecstatic to be chosen by the thing everyone is terrified of! I want a love story without the "but they're evil/a monster" bullshit!

[ozzgin]

Your succubus girlfriend doesn't like it when you have other things to occupy yourself with. (Uncensored version here)

[personostient]

Are any of monster OCs single :)

Anonymousss! About that…

The better question is who you’ll pursue.

[monstersflashlight]

Monster boyfriend who would whine until you flash him your boobs. He's sad? Nah, he just wants to see your boobs. He's enjoying a snack but feels bored? He def wants to see your boobs... He's just a bit obsessed with you and how good your boobs look when he grabs them with his too big hands. How pretty your nipples look when he runs his claws over them until they are hard peaks and he can flick them until *you* are the one whining.

[tentacle-priestess]

Fresh Milk This Morning

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, monster smut, lactation, reader is a cow hybrid

F!cow hybrid reader x m!human

Imagine you're a cow hybrid living on a family farm. For years you've provided them with fresh milk, while they’ve kept you warm, healthy, and happy, with miles of grazing fields at your disposal.

Since the beginning, it had been a kind of silent agreement that the mother would tend to you, probably assuming you would feel more comfortable that way. But last week she caught a cold that kept her in bed, unable to take care of you.

You haven't been milked in days. Your tits heavy with milk have swollen to double their size. Brimming and aching.

 You toss and turn on your hay bed, unable to sleep, your nipples dampening the soft fabric of your top.

 You're wondering why she hasn’t come down to tend to you when you hear the door creak open. About time, you think. Your tits are so chock-full you have to support them with your arms. You turn around expecting to see Mrs. — but instead you find yourself staring at a gorgeous young man with tan skin and lean muscle.

"I'm sorry, my mom is down with a cold," he says, noticing your confusion.

Did he say “Mom”?  Then you remember the lanky dude who left for college two years ago. He’s grown so much! Hard edges and taut muscle now line his body. Beneath the hem of his too-small T-shirt, you can see a sculpted six-pack and a sharp V-line.

He laughs nervously, cheeks darkening as he notices your gaze lingering on his torso. "Sorry. Laundry day, you know?"

That’s when you realize you're actually gawking at him, jaw dropped and all.

 "My mom asked me to come and tend to you… I mean— just in case you're uh… uncomfortable or something…" he says, suddenly finding the floor immensely interesting.

 Your pussy gets wet just from thinking about it. It's embarrassing but you hope your chubby thighs hide it well enough. Humans don't have a good sense of smell after all.

"I...uh" you try to form the words around the lump in your throat " I am uncomfortable" you admit, flushing brighter than the carnations outside the window.  Your voice is a thin whisper as your hoof traces the contours of the floor tiles.

"Oh...you are? Oh... OK then" he says, voice shaky and flushing deeper. For a brief second his gaze lifts from the floor and onto your distended breasts, then darts right back to the floor. Your heart beats so hard you can feel it in your ears.

His scent floods your senses as he slowly approaches, musky and sour dusted with arousal.

"Shall I..." he begins to ask as he gestures to your top. He glances back at your chest, but this time he seems unable to tear his eyes away.

"Oh, you don't need to...I got it." you say as you take your top off, conscious of every tiny motion in his mesmerized face.

His face is now the color of a bleeding sunset. He starts to lift his hands towards you but stops abruptly.

"Uhm...this is embarrassing...I don't really know how to... I've never...you know..." he admits, as he begins curling and uncurling a lock of his own hair.

"That's OK. I'll walk you through it, it's not hard"

"Thanks!" there's a sigh of genuine relief so endearing your tension ebbs slightly before coming back with double force as he takes a final step towards you and places his hands tenderly on your nipples. His scent envelopes you. Your face hovers directly in front of the earthy brown column of his throat, shadows spilling across his muscles and adam’s apple.

His finger grazes the contour of your nipple, Gods, you could just melt into that touch… but milk spurts from you immediately.

"Uhm… don't you need the bucket?" you ask, trying your best to appear nonchalant even though there's a vortex of needy sensations in your core threatening to swallow you whole.

"Oh… right! Sorry! Told you I'm dumb!"

You can smell his arousal as he comes back with the bucket.

"Here, I can hold that for you" you say as you grab the bucket and hold it in place

"Thanks"

"Go on…" Your tone is half instruction, half plea.

Ripples of electricity spark from your nipples and wash over your body as he continues working them. Featherlight at first, then massaging you more firmly. Wow, you could come just from this. Wait...Jesus fuck! You ARE coming. A helpless cry escapes your lips as your milk comes gushing out and spills all over his face. The white liquid slides along the fleshy contours of his lips, his sharp jaw and trickles down his neck.

Your face turns red, completely embarrassed. You want to hide but all you can do is keep your eyes glued to the floor. Still, out the corner of your eye you see his tongue slide out, collecting the drops of your precious fluid.

Reblogs appreciated

[teratophiliologist]

Art by 🔞Spit Tits🔞┊bluesky: liiwabeans

[cylunny]

Certain plants are more popular on Valentine's day. Let's make sure they are all loved!

Happy Valentines! <3

Play My Monster Garden here!