#monsterfucking x reader

[michisx]

MONSTERS’ NURSERY

You decide to take on a nest of tentacled monsters solo, not realizing that they were in heat and you were the sacrificial maiden. nav

cws: tentacle monster x fem!reader, monsterfucking, dumbification, getting everything stuffed, adventurer fantasy setting, aphrodisiac slime, ovipostioning, treated like a nursery, tentacle monsters in heat?

Everyone in your little village seemed to know that it was roper mating season—everyone except for you. You were a new adventurer and no one wanted to take care of you, so you thought you had to prove your worth first, taking a peek around at the requests and landing on one that was posted by a village leader a few days travel away.

They must of been really desperate to even request your village for help, and you couldn’t understand what was difficult about the request. It was a simple one, which should of been the first red flag—ropers were tentacled monsters that lived deep in caverns, yet they were attacking villagers of that town in broad daylight, but despite being something you thought of as an easy fix it seemed like no one would touch it with a fifty foot pole.

You decided this was the perfect opportunity. This wasn’t too difficult but you could put it on your card. Maybe then someone would actually let you join their team.. You could handle this all by yourself, it’s just a few tentacled monsters that didn’t have a high amount of intelligence, everyone else in your guild must just be too snobby to bother helping those from afar with such inferior monsters!

If no one else was going to take it, you would. If only you could have seen the expressions and heard the whispers of those nearby who watched as you eagerly took the request and asked the receptionist to give it to you, your eyes sparkling with excitement as others wondered who the idiot was.

You still didn’t learn the truth as you arrived days later, the village head never specifying a thing and being ambiguous as he’s thankful someone gullible had taken his request before you’re basically thrown into the cavern where the ropers nest with the villagers running away at top speed once you were in there. That really should have been the second red flag, that you were going to be their sacrificial maiden this season.

Oblivious, you make your way in deeper and deeper until you feel something slimy dribble onto your cheek from the roof of the cave. You try not to squirm, you’re an adventurer! It was a bit hard to see and you weren’t the best at magic per say, but you could still light a small fire, the flames igniting from your palms growing brighter so you could see what exactly it was that you were doing now that the entrance light had dimmed.

As the flames grow brighter it seems to attract attention to you, as rows and rows of ropers seem to emerge. You’d never actually seen one, but you could immediately tell. They were almost ten foot tall each, tentacled limbs emerging from their squishy bodies dripping with slime, you had no clue where their mouths were as you take a step backward as you realize only now that you were vastly underqualified for this and trusting “The Great Heroes’ Guide to Monsters” was not actually viable.

It said ropers were cute.. that he, (the number one adventurer), was able to take them out in a couple of minutes all on his own so they were absolutely no threat at all for any adventurer to handle by themselves!

Your flames burned out before you could attack, tentacles reaching out and ensnaring you within their grasps without hesitation. It looked and felt the exact same: slimy and cold. They wrap around your wrists tightly, coiling and not letting you move an inch as you find yourself surrounded. You couldn’t see much with them blocking you in, but you swore there were at least seven of them just touching you.

“You filthy monsters..!” You try to curse them but they don’t bother minding your boundaries. Instead, one prods at your mouth and stuffs it once you showed it to be a penetrable hole. Your clothes seemed to melt away with the fluid that was being oozed, and you were beginning to realize that they were far from being in their natural state. Their scents were getting more and more muskier, yet somehow enticing. It was lulling you into a deep sense of lust, your hips jerking against the one in front of you as the tentacle slips deeper and deep down.

The tentacle was decently thick, nowhere near a girthy cock or fist, but still enough to stretch your jaw ever so slightly as it reached the back of your throat, thrusting. You realized they were in heat as the tentacle in your mouth squelches with delight. The slime coating the back of your throat, swallowing the aphrodisiac and quickening the process. Your clothes were almost completely melted off with stray pieces clinging to your sticky skin, the one that melted them off now carrying you in deeper.

You didn’t expect much intelligence, but their nest was actually intricate, as well done as you really figured they could manage. There was a light from the top of the cavern falling down and it was completely slimy. There were tentacles even in holes, but it seemed you were the only one dumb enough to have gotten caught up in their trap, and you were going to be their nursery for this cycle.

“Unhand me!” You try again but the pleasure is too high, feeling your body set down in what they considered to be a bed, which was actually comfortable. You hated to admit it, but you were enjoying yourself—or maybe that was the aphrodisiac having a strong effect on you now that it was in your system?

Another tentacle prods at your mouth. You were surprised that the texture was a bit different, the taste of this one sweeter and the feeling was a bit more gentle. They all looked the same, but they were a bit similar to people as this one was thrusting in and out slowly, letting you adjust to its’ tentacle that inched deeper until you were moaning like a bitch for it.

A roper from behind had begun to grope at you, your exposed tits and pebbled nipples being their target. Two of them had begun squeezing, your perky nipples feeling a new sensation you’d never feel with a man. It felt like they were being sucked and tweezed, the pressure intensifying as your hips buckle in delight, the tentacles playing with them in the right way.

You almost forgot about your other hole, the one in your mouth taking up most of your thoughts. Another outstretched tentacle seems to make its way to your pussy, the soaking puddle growing as it shows you its breeding tentacle. This one was different, one that just screamed for fucking.

Unlike the other tentacles this one had a bit of a sharper tip, and it seemed to be much thicker and longer, and you could only imagine how it would fit, let alone the rest of the horny ropers. With your slicked up thighs it easily manages to test rubbing against you before it makes its way into your cunt, letting out a happy noise.

You cry out but it’s choked, your throat still fucked nicely by the tentacle of the nicer roper. Your body feels likes it’s overwhelmed, so hot and desperate. You feel like you’re going dumb as the tentacle reaches deep inside of you, thrusting in and out as your knees are to your chest, tentacles binding your ankles as you’re completely off the ground and angled. The tentacle reaches so deep that you couldn’t believe you were even sane.

You could not take anymore. That’s what you tried babbling but you found yourself pushed forward a bit so that your ass was out in the open and some more aggressive monster had pushed in without any prep. It didn’t need any since it was so slimy, but it stretched your ass out with the same tentacled dick as the one in your entrance leaving you to let out choked moans and cries, begging for more.

You didn’t want to stop. It was so fucking good, the way that your ass was being pounded so damn hard, pushing you forward to choke on the tentacle stuffing your mouth, sucking on it and joining its rhythm. drool was seeping down, dropping onto the floor as the one in your pussy makes you cum, your body twitching like crazy as the height of ecstasy washes over you once, but it doesn’t stop and keeps going and going as you’re being pounded by every hole. Your ass feels so good as more tentacles caress and smack at it, you have no clue how many were on you or the amount of times you’ve cum since, already fucked dumb but you realize that there was something being inserted into your womb.

Your whole body was limp, eggs from the tentacled monster’s tip being inserted in a safe and warm spot to grow its’ offspring. They were extremely tiny, no bigger than a fingernail, depositing multiple at a time. You weren’t sure how many, but it pulled out with a long squelch, a string of slime connecting it to your cunt. As you try to catch your breath, the aphrodisiac resurfaces as you feel the itch to be fucked grow, smiling stupidly at the next batch of ropers that line up for their turn. You couldn’t really hate being a nursery, not when it felt so fucking good.

michi was going to originally add a header for this, but decided everyone would likely not appreciate being jumpscared by anime (visual) nsfw.

[greinch]

tw: horror, lowkey body horror, monster fucking with no fucking, weird ways of flirting and courting, creepy mermaid

gender neutral no pronouns for reader, the monster here is introduced as a “she”

a/n: I was inspired by my love for mermaids/sirens and the tv show Siren, I just wanted to make it darker and more sea creature like. I’m tagging as many sea creatures as I could since there’s no indication of who it’s

The rain collapses outside as though the heavens themselves were coming apart.

Beneath the thin sheet, you feel the invisible weight of the world crushing your shoulders. Trembling, slick with sweat, you squeeze your eyes shut, pretending you can’t feel the presence.

But you can.

You know it’s there.

The living room door bursts open, slamming against the wall in a rhythm like the drums of some forbidden rite. The wind howls through the windows, carrying with it the bitter scent of the sea — and something older, something deeper.

You listen.

She’s coming.

Her movements are warped, broken — a body dragging itself on all fours, the wooden floor crying beneath the weight of something that should never exist. You hear the sounds of liquid, of flesh and mud being dragged — yet what terrifies you most is the silence between the steps, as if the universe itself were holding its breath, unwilling to wake her fully.

She had never crossed the bed end.

Until now.

You remember — with a suffocating bitterness — the night you left your feet uncovered. You felt her unnatural breath, the icy touch of her hands upon your soles, a contact that marked you forever, deep inside. And now, night after night, the marks spread across the floor. Sharp claws carve their trail into the new wood — wood you now understand was hastily replaced in a pathetic attempt to erase her presence.

But you cannot erase what was never meant to be forgotten.

The air thickens. Reality fractures under its own weight, and you feel yourself sinking into the break.

She draws near.

The groaning of the floor merges with low, wet growls — the primitive speech of something that existed before men ever learned to fear the dark. And now she is beside you, at your hip, breathing cold and decay. You smell death — not the human, familiar kind, but something abyssal, shapeless, purposeless. Your heart pounds, a useless war drum against the inevitable.

You fear death.

Not as an ending, but as a descent into something worse.

Your hands clasp in prayer, the sheet your last, childish shield. And then… she touches you. The weight of her vile body presses against yours, forcing you to the edge of the mattress. She is cold, naked, and wet — as though dredged up from the bowels of the sea. A strangled sound escapes your throat, a note of pure despair.

She isn’t human. She never was.

The sound she makes — a growl folding in on itself, twisting into laughter — splits the air, and you feel her throat vibrate against your skull. The storm reaches its height. A flash of light floods the room for a heartbeat — then the windows shatter, shards flying like black stars.

You try to rise.

But she holds you down — claws shredding the sheets, your skin.

There are no barriers left between you.

Nothing but your flesh — and her hunger.

The fear inside you dissolves into something worse: surrender.

You know — somewhere deep in the ruins of your mind — that even if you fought, it would be futile. The universe had chosen your fate long before you were born. She presses her face against yours, her mouth slick and open beside your ear. And in a whisper that is not only sound, but a trespass into the very architecture of your soul, she says:

“Breathe.”

When morning comes, you wake.

But something remains behind.

The air still hums with the echo of a growl that should never have been.

Your body is mottled with bruises, your ribs crushed between skin and muscle — breathing is an act of agony.

The mattress is drenched in saltwater, sand, and fragments of sea glass.

[michisx]

A DROW’S PET

Drows (dark elves) are notorious for not just their beauty but their belief that they are superior to every other race, including superiority over other drows. To drows, humans were not more than pets that kept and discarded via their whims. Luckily for you, you were a very good pet. nav

Cws: owner!drow x pet fem!reader, michi’s reimagine of a drow, monsterfucking, fantasy setting, collars, leashes, owner/pet play, begging, cock worship, rough oral (giving), cum swallowing, spanking, edging, thigh fucking, degradation, orgasm denial, creampie

Drows were some of the most beautiful monsters to exist, far beyond the sphere of anyone’s comprehension. They had gorgeous long white hair, their skins glistening, and their smiles oh so charming. Not only were they beautiful, but they were smart and far better in general than any other monster that exists. It’s only natural that drows were at the top of the food chain, and that a lesser human like you would be his pet. He had plenty of pets in his long life, but none he’d actually kept longer than a few months, not until he found you, his favorite pet.

You weren’t an extraordinary human by any means. Barely used magic, weren’t at all up to his standards, but he couldn’t help but find you cute. Maybe it was the way your eyes were averted to the ground so nervously at the middledark marketplace, only to be relieved to not end up being bought by a goblin, orc, or any other lesser monster. You looked at him like he was going to let you off easy, and to a certain extent he was, he would be so much nicer than those other monsters, so long as you were a good pet.

A good pet you were, adjusting to your role quickly. At first you were apprehensive, all jittery and jumping at every command. Now though? You’d improved so much, the perfect little lap pet for him, relishing in his presence as his lithe dark blue fingers stroked your cheek, tilting it so you were looking up at him from your spot between his legs. You stuck your tongue out and wrapped it around his fingers, keeping your focus on him as you sucked on them just the way he liked.

Humans weren’t all too great, but you seemed to be an exception. You understood just what he wanted and he appreciated it, giving you the privilege to pleasure him further as he pulled his fingers away with a pop, wiping off the stray saliva on your cheek before leaning back and spreading his thighs apart, letting you bring your face closer and lick him through the fabric of his trousers. You knew better to go too fast, your owner had all the time in the world right now and he liked it slow, no matter how much your pussy clenched around air in anticipation for his cock.

He could see the way your arousal puddled, you’re sure of it, as pets weren’t supposed to wear clothes that covered their bodies from their owners. You were one of the lucky pets who had a kind enough owner to let you wear a thin set of lingerie, the swell of your breasts, hips, and ass on display for him, lifting just the right areas that you were considered cute enough. You had come to love spending time with him, it felt intimate and so good, the collar around your neck the opposite of heavy as he tugs on your leash giving you permission to really start.

He was getting erect as his cock begun hardening, kissing the fabric all over while giving small licks. Using your teeth, you pull his pants down, repeating once again with the thinner layer that separated you from actually touching him. Your cunt fluttered again, excited and desperate. Slow lick and lick, closer and closer and finally you were given the permission to take it off, letting his hard cock spring free and slap you across the face with your owner’s precum decorating it.

It was a few inches longer than an average human’s, being almost seven inches. It was intimidating, but you had learned to not only love every inch of it, but take it down any hole like a proper pet should, all eager for their master.

Even his cock was beautiful, a deep shade of blue like his skin that seemed to glisten like glitter at the tip, not at all hairy and very well maintained. His cum also always tasted delicious, not at all bitter and more like a treat just like the fruits he’d eaten, and even on occasion let you have if you behaved well enough.

You pepper his hard erection with kisses, worshipping it as you begin to beg him to let you have the honor of taking it into your mouth. “Please, please..!” You plead, “Please let me suck your cock!” You stick your tongue out, opening it and let him imagine how good he’d feel if he would let you suck him off, mouth warm and perfect for his pleasure. The corner of his lips quirked into a smile, you really were the perfect pet.

With a tug to your leash you continued, eagerly starting with the gorgeous tip, sucking on it before going deeper and deeper, your owner pushing the back of your head, kindly guiding you to take him. He was girthy, but that didn’t stop you from taking him all the way to the back of your throat even with a gag and tears. You swore he was growing harder, your tears soaking his thighs that were clamping you in, and you would apologize if not for the fact you couldn’t even think. With his help, his cock slips in and out of your throat, slowly like there’s no rush before getting faster and rougher. He was a good owner, letting you slowly adjust before going faster—nothing like those brutish orcs, you’re sure.

Your jaw hurt, but you matched his pace for what felt like forever, fingers digging into your palms as you knew you weren’t allowed to touch, your drool hitting your breasts as it dribbled. Your collar tightens in your master’s grip, a groan escaping him as his hips jerk and hot cum shot straight down your throat, swallowing ever last bit of his thick cum as he grows flaccid, but not quite leaving your mouth. Not until he knows that not a drop spilled.

After a minute you can finally breathe, but don’t waste a moment. You’re pulled off him but dive right back in, cleaning him. “Thank you, thank you!” You say, utterly breathless, but drunk on his taste. Your tongue rolls over the slit, making sure to get it all as best as you can, kissing down to the base that your nose was just touching and sucking on his balls. They were equally pretty, giving them attention before a foot presses against your thigh: stop.

You’d kiss it if he let you, but he removes it pretty quickly once you got the memo. “Turn around, now.” You don’t hesitate, presenting him your soaked cunt and ass, face smushed into the floor as you try to look up at him, your leash tight and under his foot as his fingers grope and palm the flesh of your ass. The only fabric covering was thin and wedged between your ass at this point, his thumbs pressing in and pinching before giving the left side a rub and a hard smack.

Your body jolts, squirming in delight as his cock grows harder between your thighs and hovers your pussy. You desperately want to rub off on him but don’t, instead beginning to count. “One, thank you..”

Another, and another. All the way up to twenty, thanking your owner every single time. Your ass was sore and stung, your body breathless and dizzy as his cock every so often rubbed against you, edging you closer but not quite there. You swore you’d of cum from his spanking, but it just wasn’t enough, not his usual amount or force as he pulls back leaving you to whimper. Such a good pet, so obviously desperate for his touch.

His fingers dance around your pussy, filthy words making their way out of his mouth. “What a cute pet I have, a huge whore.” You moaned in response, feeling him rub your clit slowly, your tongue lolling. So so good, your thoughts were numb. You were so close, but no there was no way it would be that easy as he pulls his fingers away.

You’re flipped over, his long blue tongue swiping over his sharp teeth, a flush of arousal was sent to your owner’s cock seeing you so erotic and needy for him. Of course you were, you were a lesser human, a pet who was of no importance in comparison to him so there was no need for you to do anything but focus on how you could be a perfect pet and cocksleeve.

Pushing his rehardened cock between your thighs, he watches your thighs and breasts jiggle as he grabs you by the fattest part of your thighs, pushing them beneath your chest as he begins fucking your thighs. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked the flesh, the squelching noises filling the room as the scent of sex was heavy. Your nails were leaving marks in your hands, your noises getting as loud as they could while being choked by the leash, your thighs getting hotter as your body jiggled with each harsh thrust right until you were about to cum.. but it never came.

Once again denied. Your owner instead jerked his cock off just over your thinly clothed pussy—staining them with more of his cum and making a sticky mess of your thighs. They already were, but now they were marked by his release. You whimper, wishing he had just pushed aside the fabric clamped tightly between your pussy lips that was separating you from his cock.

You only had under a minute to plead, and you did. “Please, I promise that I’ll be a good pet, please let me have your cock, please use me!” You begged hard, and your owner couldn’t help being inclined to actually deliver, finally pulling off your panties and shoving them as a makeshift gag into your mouth.

He normally loves hearing you beg, but it was so beautiful the way you tried sucking what cum of his you could off as he aligned his cock with your entrance, making you see stars as he pushed in. By now you had already lost a bit of momentum, but your body was twitching with anticipation. You wanted him to make you cum, badly. You try to wiggle your hips, show your owner in absolute earnest that you truly want this and that you really are the best and only pet that he could want.

Pounding into you at the perfect angle, your owner sheathes all the way in and pulls out and gets progressively rougher with every thrust of his cock. Your owner’s groans and filthy words increase by the second, your body twitching with minutes passing before you cry out and your orgasm crashes through. Cum flows and flows, your high so euphoric and it doesn’t end, your peaked sensitivity increasing as he continued fucking into you as the gag could only muffle out so much, your moans and cries louder as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Not one, no, but a second and then a third. Truly, you had the best owner of all the underdark drow. For several minutes you had become a cum fucked mess but he hadn’t cum once, holding himself back and composed. Finally, your owner came unraveled all at once, your body limp as his thick cum fills your hole, your pussy squeezing him dry as you were on the verge of passing out. Luckily your owner was kind, and you were a very well behaved pet. He’ll let you rest for fifteen minutes, then it’s round two, letting him stuff you all night like the perfect pet.

michi really loves the concept of d&d, specifically the monsters but kind of hates having to follow certain things to a tee, and if canon then drows are like 5’0 for both genders, but michi is thinking mr. drow here and especially the lady drows deserve to be at least seven foot on a bad day, but that is just michi.

michi also worked really hard on this! what to next, though.. mmm michi needs ideas. michi has the most fun writing monsters that have lots of fantasy elements like tentacles or blue tongues, they just feel fun to write.