#monsterfucking.

[sharpgothteeth]

kinktober day 16: vampires - @subspaceemo inspired 😘

[xopupzzz]

I wish a werewolf knotted me :(

[tawneybel]

Request: “Power Rangers images: …Snapper.” Mention of scalie reproduction. There’s not actually any smut this time, so I didn’t mark it mature. Expect Yautja smut next, though. :P 

Imagine Snapper attempting to do some family planning on the first date. 

You wanted to meet up at a restaurant. Since Snapper was a turtle monster man, and an enemy of the Power Rangers, a pond seemed like a good compromise. 

After meeting Jellica, you’d assumed Snapper would be a merperson, like her. It explained why the date would take place outside near water. Because snappers were more prone to estuaries, you assumed Snapper was being considerate of your needs as a full-blooded land mammal. 

As long as he doesn’t expect me to get, wet- Er. You flushed, in part because you felt a little ridiculous waiting on a monster man. Next to a pond. At least there was a bench nearby. Added some normalcy to the situation. This wasn’t the great outdoors. If things got weird, you could dip. 

As long as he doesn’t expect me to jump in the pond, you amended. On the first date. 

“______, I am Phantom Beast general Snapper, spirit of the snapping turtle.”

He assumed, correctly, you were ______. Probably because you gave off strong monsterfucker vibes. It was a relief Snapper was reptilian, not piscine. Otherwise he might try to get you to release an egg in the water while he ejaculated.

Jellica had been very open about her experience mating with a human. Snapper, as you were about to find out, still had a fundamental misunderstanding of female human sexual expectations.

“Hello, General Snapper.”

“Just Snapper,” he corrected, nevertheless pleased by your formality.

Human chicks were supposed to be kinda easy, right? From what Jellica and Lepus said, their males weren’t expected to fight over them. The turtle man would have happily eviscerated any rivals. In front of you, even. Surely you knew what you were getting into? He knew he would be your first scalie. 

Hopefully only, he thought, taking in your more-than-adequate form. His yellow, glowing pupiless eyes never seemed to blink. So you could only assume he liked what he saw. You smiled. 

“So, ______, how many clutches are you interested in having?”

You blinked. Rapidly. Because you were pretty sure he’d just asked how many kids you wanted.

“Clutches? As in clutches of eggs?”

“If you prefer only one batch from me,” he said, tossing his arms up, “I completely respect your decision.” 

Snapper would never stealth you. That was beneath a Phantom Beast general. Even if you’d been a spoil of war, Snapper would take his time to court you. But you were here completely of your own volition. He had to keep in mind his date might want as many monster fathers for your young as possible. Perhaps to widen the gene pool around this area. Admirable, really. 

Still, he considered, the word “pool” causing him to sneak a glance at the pond, even if she went for superfecundation, surely she’d still like a “boyfriend”?

Snapper knew he’d have to update his vocabulary if you were interested in a long term mate. You were his first human, after all.    

Oh God, he did want you in the water. Emphasis on “want.”  

“I mean, it’s not that shallow?” he tried. ______’s expression was blank. “Your privates would remain dry. Well, your backside would.”

You could tell from his tone that he’d already appraised that part of your body and really liked what he saw. (Why wouldn’t he?) He was chelonian. Snapper came here fully intending to mount you. Considering you were a monsterfucker, you might’ve let him. Had he not brought up babies on the first date. 

You didn’t want to get his hopes up, but it was better to rip the bandaid off. 

“Er, humans don’t really plan out reproduction on first dates. That’s later. Months later. Usually.

“Oh,” you slipped, remembering a fun fact from a long forgotten source. A nature special? Biology textbook? Snapper might think you could decide when and where to get pregnant. You were pretty sure letting a monster, or at least a monster man, inside you wouldn’t make your reproduction system accommodate his. Still… 

Snapper looked like he wanted to hide in his shell. To soften the blow, you smiled again. 

It worked. 

“Look, I’m not saying we have to start right away,” he began, sheepishly. “But I can… I can still flood your womb with my seed, if you want, and you can, if you want, store it for later.”

[rowing-in-eden]

It was dark. Black, really, darker than dark, a darkness that physically weighed down my limbs.

I don’t think that’s normal, actually, I suddenly realized as I strained to move my left arm out from beneath the leaden dark. When I couldn’t, I tried my right arm instead. Nothing. Fear rising, I felt the weight settle onto my chest. I was going to suffocate. I was going to die, right here in my bed, unable to move—

Oh. The pieces clicked into place and the panicky haze of sleep began to clear. This is sleep paralysis. Okay. I’m okay.

I found my breath, counting a slow inhale, holding it, letting it out. The weight on my chest felt almost pleasant, I decided. Like some sort of pressure therapy. Or… well, if I really focused on it, I could almost feel it pulsing, kneading into my breasts in a firm massage. I imagined it the same way across the rest of my body—a massage. I allowed myself to enjoy the pressure, following it over my bare stomach and across the slopes of my thighs.

It ran its way to the insides of my thighs, increasing there until I felt a cry rise in my throat from the pain. Then I felt my legs move.

I hadn’t read about this in the case studies.

The pressure between my legs now felt so strong that it seemed impossible it could be an invention of my imagination. I stared into the darkness, straining to make out a shape, to find a physical body to connect with the force now rubbing its way up and down my body.

The shadows seemed to coalesce, thickening into a presence above me—a horned figure somehow blacker than the black. And it seemed to know I had just spotted it, because the moment that I did, it flashed me a sadistic grin that sent shivers across my body.

Now there was pressure at my wrists, too. I squinted, and I could see spirals of darkness stretching out, tentacle-like, from the center of the mass to grab me. As they tightened around me, biting into my skin, I wanted to scream with indignation. I couldn’t move anyway! Why bother? Just to make me feel helpless? The tentacles thickened, spreading further down my forearms into tight cuffs. At the same time, I could feel another one forcing its way between my lips, heavy on my tongue. Then it began to swell.

It pried my mouth open, lodging itself firmly in place. It was almost a ball gag, I realized, but large enough that my jaw would go sore around it soon. I struggled to close my mouth. This, I reminded myself, was nothing but a product of my own mind. I am in control. There is nothing there. There is nothing holding me down.

But my body lay still as the darkness between my legs finally slipped inside of me.

It was everywhere. I was overwhelmingly aware of all of it: the heaviness on my chest, the sharp grip on my arms, the ache beginning in my jaw, the fullness of the shadow tentacle inside of me. I would have cried out, if I could have. I didn’t know how I could stand the cacophony of sensations—and then it pulled out, just a little, readjusted, and—

Slammed back into me, hitting a spot inside of me that should have made me scream. It thrust in and out, again and again, and any remaining thoughts dissolved into the pleasure and pain. Was it getting thicker with every stroke? I felt it forcing me open wider, still keeping a hard, steady rhythm.

The orgasm struck me hard like a punch. I felt dizzy, gasping, every inch of skin tingling and every muscle straining to react as I dissolved into a fire that roared in silence. It didn’t stop. It was relentless: pounding, pressing, squeezing, the dark monster keeping me suspended in a haze of overstimulation.

It was unbearable. It was euphoric. As it sank into me with one final push, thick enough now that sharp, delicious pain accompanied every movement, I realized dimly that my body was shaking. That, in fact, my throat was sore from the sounds I had been making, smothered by the ball in my mouth. That my fingers ached from gripping the sheets so tightly. I had regained control of my body, I realized dimly. But my thoughts scattered again before it could register that my sleep paralysis demon had outstayed the sleep paralysis.

[purgatory-ho]

So I uhhh. Wrote a thing. And then I drew it.

More NSFT under the cut

[corbywritesweirdshit]

Not me making the weird ass self indulgent art 💀 me wishing I could actually lay eggs into a woman (unfortunately I cannot)

[demonhussy]

Silly me nearly forgot - I had a monstery-fucking sex dream!

It was two nights ago, though, maybe more.

But that was the first time it happened. I mean I rarely get sex dreams in general. To have one that touched on my monsterfucker desires? How special!

It’s hard to recall much detail to talk about now.

I do remember how unusually vivid it was.

I think the monster was supposed to scare me. I remember feeling fear, watching them approach me. Until I just, looked up at them defiantly and put my hand on their middle.

The thing was big. I mean, Big. Towering over me even when they sat down. Touching their body, I remember how warm and somewhat scaly their skin felt.

It had many eyes and sharp teeth that protruded from their lips. And too many arms.

Their dick was massive. And hot. I was tentatively leaning towards it until it met my lips, and they patted me on the head. I couldn’t get it properly into my mouth, but I remember loving it.

Then they grabbed me and pulled me back against their huge body, slid their dick between my thighs. It was thick and long enough almost to fuck my tits as well as my thighs. It felt good. Until they came all over me, and I remember feeling so proud of myself.

The rest is a little blurry. But I couldn’t forget this part of the dream especially because I could feel them. Feel the way their many hands held my waist and arms as they bent me over in front of them. And felt the way they stretched me open and fucked me, fully, over and over.

Because my sex dreams have never gone that way before. I either wake up or my brain just goes blank at the point of any penetration.

But in this one, I felt all of it. And it was wonderful.