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@thinkaboutmonsterpussy
uuuuuuh intro post?
Howdy, you can call me Rat, if you need to call me anything! This is more of like a dump for the *cough* impure monster thoughts. Uh, pronouns are he/they/It, i'm an agender lesbian, I'm 20+ DNI: [just not my boat] detrans kinksters, piss/scat kinksters, dd/lg kinksters
DNI: [do not even look at me] ageless blogs, age play, pedophilia, terfs, transphobes, race play, incest kink
sorry for the twenty years absence, as an apology, emotional alien sex.
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It's just sleep paralysis, you tell yourself, unable to move from your bed. Your eyes are playing tricks on you, seeing something standing outside your second floor window. Seeing it, somehow, slip inside.
That heat you're feeling, it's just the last gasp of summer, not another body crawling on top of your paralyzed body, the too long too thin too wrong proportions covering you. A hot breeze, coming from… somewhere, not warm hands sliding under your shirt, grasping your breasts. Giving them sweet, tender attention, massaging them, only grazing your nipples. It's only because your shirt is suddenly so tight that your breasts are being squeezed. The hand sliding down your body and into your pj bottoms, rubbing against your clothed cunt, that's, that's… it's not a hand. You tell yourself you're dreaming. A very pleasant dream, your mouth opening in a pant, long fingers caressing you, but a dream nonetheless. You know it's a dream because even while wearing your underwear still, you feel a finger brush against your bare entrance, moving in circles on your clit. You can't look down, can't see that finger get joined by a second one as they traced along your slit, your underwear growing uncomfortably wet. When they slipped inside, you gasped, wanting to buck your hips but being unable to. That's fine. It's, it's just a dream. The fingers feel even longer and bigger inside of you, curling and pressing against your walls. They press against a certain spot and you audibly cry out, eyes rolling back. More. Do it again. As if hearing your request, since it's a dream, after all, those fingers press against that spot again, a third finger scissoring in to press against it as well. You feel… not quite full but not empty. You want more, the ache in your cunt not yet satisfied. The fingers vanish, as if they never were. You want to cry. Is the dream over already? Your legs are pushed further apart, now exposing the growing patch of wetness on the crotch of your bottoms. Despite still being dressed, you feel a cock being pushed in. It feels big, big enough to stuff you full and then some, and hot too, burning your insides up. The figure goes slow, making you feel every inch that fills you, making you ache to move into it but completely unable to. Once it's fully sheathed inside you, it pulls back just a little bit before thrusting back in. The bed creaks as it shakes, making audible your fucking, if your stupid gasps weren't loud enough. You'd be embarrassed if this wasn't a dream. You can feel your pleasure climbing, that warm cock inside branding you, one hand flicking one of your nipples to the rhythm, another harshly gripping your hips, as if you could escape. You're so close, so so close- The hand on your hip moves, forces its way to your open mouth, thrusting two fingers into it. You can taste yourself. The dick's rhythm grows erratic before bullying itself in, something scalding filling you up. Your body burns and then the fingers leave your mouth. They press against your clit, wet against the sensitive nerve bundle. One small circle, the hint of a claw pressing against it, and you're finally coming. Your eyes fly open (when did you close them?) and hastily sit up on your bed. You're alone, sunlight coming through your window. Of course you're alone. It was just a dream. You move to get up but the feeling of… of something escaping makes you stop. You pull back your blankets, finding your legs still spread, the bed beneath you horribly stained. You cautiously push down your pants and underwear, pressing a finger there. Warm. Something warm and sticky is coming out. So, you think, absentmindedly fingering the cum back into yourself, not a dream then.
Bad news, motherfucker! I am irredeemable by nature of existence and birth! And by loving me, touching me, holding me, fucking me while I'm begging and crying for you to keep going, you condemn yourself! It's too late for both of us! So why don't you breed me harder? We can't get worse, right?
I wanna be knotted. I wanna be knotted. I want us to be tied together, your flesh and mine, in a warm, sticky, inescapable embrace. I want to be so full and I want to know you did it to me. I want to know I drove you to this.
might be into omegaverse.... maybe...
thinking about taking a pretty girl or a handsome butches strap, the tip pressed against my cervix 😵💫 their knot stretching me out in the best way as they pump load after load into me !! then we cuddle + i keep ur cock nice n warm, cum plugged inside me alllll night
Coming out as a fan of the omegaverse so I can beg for some female alphas. I get it, male omegas, hot, relatable, fun concept all around.
BUT WHERE ARE THE WOMEN? WHERE ARE THE STRONG, DOMINATING WOMEN, WHO SINK INTO ME JUST AS THEY BITE INTO MY NECK, CLAIMING ME? PLEASE, WHERE ARE THEY? I NEED THEM.
Taking a vacation with your werewolf lover, not fully prepared for how much her libido is gonna explode. She can't really help it; you're both alone, her nose can pick up on unknown scents that make her possessive instincts flare up, and the woods are right there! What is she supposed to do, not fuck you into the dirt? Not press you against the counter and eat you out until you're squirming and crying from overstimulation? Not finger you awake in the morning, licking your juices off her fingers as a precursor to her morning coffee? Not sneak up on you in the shower and press you against the marble ledge in it, slotting your pussies together like missing puzzle pieces, rutting against you until the water goes cold? Yeah, not likely. Your hips will be unfairly sore by the end of this and you will make your next vacation be an ocean resort, no matter how much your partner whines.
Thinking you're alone in the woods but someone is watching you, admiring you, even, waiting for you to be off guard. One wrong word, one wrong step, and you're theirs, theirs to tie up and undress and keep hold and toy with and bite. Clever fingers, fingers that have unraveled men and women and people a thousand times less willing, less resilient, than you, running up your sides, tweaking your nipples, spreading your thighs, lowering a hand to a place aching for attention. Feel free to struggle, to writhe, to do anything to escape the mounting pleasure. All they'll do is coo and laugh at you. Why are you running from something that will make you feel so nice? Don't worry, sweetheart, you won't want to run soon enough.
I've probably talked about this but, god, I keep having this notion, this idea... of a ghost possessing you and masturbating through you.
It's your body and you can feel everything, the way your own hands move down your body, how your fingers twist your nipples, how one hand slips down your panties and teases your clit.
it's your body, your moan, your sensations, it's just not your actions. the choice has been taken from you, by someone who finds being on your knees, one hand shoved inside you, one hand up your shirt, and your tongue sticking out of your mouth as you gasp for more, it's not you... yet you can't bring yourself to complain.
everyday that I am not eaten out by a werewolf who is at least twice my size, with a tongue big enough to be visible while inside me, teeth slightly sinking into my skin, unable to escape for fear of being bitten in half, is another hostage I kill
Eldritch Horror who keeps catching you and fucking you, overwhelming your senses with pleasure, making every nerve in your body come to life as you came over and over and over, before making you forget and repeat the whole process.
you wonder why your underwear is so sticky, you wonder why the tentacle wrapping up your arm feels so familiar, you wonder why your eyes are already tearing up before it's even inside you. how strange.
Welcome back to thoughts about ghost possession; horny edition. What if a ghost was edging you but it was literally in your brain so you were freaking out and begging to come and humping on literally anyone or anything but no one could tell why.
WEREWOLF GIRLFRIEND FUCKING YOU DOGGYSTYLE, VAMPIRE GIRLFRIEND MAKING OUT WITH YOU WHILE THIS HAPPENING. MAYBE DRINKING YOUR BLOOD A LITTLE.
1 dick? no. 1 dick that splits into 2 dicks.
no, listen, you need to sit on my face, it'll cure my vampirism, really, yeah, period blood is the cure, just let me eat you out, i mean, tongue fuck you, i mean, baptize my face with your virginal blood to obtain purity or whatever. please.
