#Monster x Reader

[bunnis-monsters]

Becoming the Queen

Bee hybrids x Fem!Reader

warning: oviposition, orgy, breeding, oral

WK: 5k

A/N: I hope this is alright for a Valentine’s Day special… this is a commission, hehe. The lovely members on kofi got to see this 2 weeks early ><

It was early, the grass you trudged through to get to work still wet with the morning dew. You never truly enjoyed waking up before the sun rose, but you loved what you did and could never give it up.

You were a florist, owning the only flower shop in the county. People from all over would come to buy a bouquet, and you were up to your head in flower arrangements by the late afternoon.

Some customers were kind, tipping you well and making sure their flowers were well taken care of. Others got on your very last nerve, daring to say your flowers seemed old or wilted.

It took everything in you not to leap over the counters. You could take people insulting you, but no one could insinuate that your flowers weren’t perfect. You grew them yourself, preening and watering them to perfection.

As you neared your flower shop, you noticed there were more customers than usual waiting outside. Usually most of your sales happened after 10 am, not so early in the day.

But as you took out your keys and looked up, you realized that not all of them were there for flowers.

One of your windows was broken, shards of glass covering the floor and a bit of blood staining the windowsill. Something has smashed through the glass!

And from taking one look into your shop, you realized that they hadn’t just broken your window.

Bouquets lay strewn across the cool tiles, petals blowing in the wind as you opened the door. Someone or something had been in your shop and had ruined your carefully arranged bouquets.

A shard of one of your potted plants crunched under your foot as you took in all the damage that had been done. It would set you back several weeks.

“Damn it…”

Although it frustrated you to no end, you brushed off your skirt and set off to the back, grabbing a broom and getting to work.

After getting the mess up and opening up the shop, you tried your best not to think about what destroyed your inventory. You focused on your work instead. It was always easy to lose yourself in a good book while waiting on your next customer, but today your mind kept wandering back to potential culprits.

There were a group of teenagers that vandalized a restaurant a block away last week. At the local boba place, someone had been stealing the boba and straws. It wasn’t unthinkable that the other incidents may be related to what happened earlier that morning.

You closed the shop for the night, sighing as you zipped up your hoodie. It was way too cold, you’d have to bring your coat tomorrow if you planned on being out this late.

It couldn’t be helped, you had to stay after closing to contact clients and refer them to other florists that could get their arrangements done now that the ones you prepared were ruined.

Thankfully, most of your clients were kind enough to overlook it, but you received a few earfuls that you couldn’t complain about. At least they weren’t leaving a bad review…

The night air made you shiver. You rubbed your arms and continued on home, dreading tomorrow. There was so much work you’d have to redo, and money you would lose out on.

‘I hope there’s going to be enough money left over for me to pay my bills this month…’

You were stirred from your thoughts when you felt a chill go down your spine. For a moment you just assumed it was the frigid temperatures making you feel this way, but something was off.

The world around you was quiet. The way home had sparse light, and before that night you had never been afraid of the dark. It comforted you, in fact.

But as you froze in the middle of the path, your heart thumping against your chest, you realized that there was a sound that drowned out everything else. You hadn’t noticed it at first, and now it was almost unbearably loud.

A buzzing filled the air, and you quickly had to cover your ears as it only increased in volume.

You picked up something else, the smell of honey. Slowly, you opened your eyes.

It took a moment to fully comprehend what was before you. There were several humanoid silhouettes surrounding you, and their outlines were… fluffy?

“Is this really her?”

“Yes, I told you she was soft!”

“And she makes the flowers bloom?”

“Yes, yes!”

A hand reached out to tilt your chin up, and you were face to face with some kind of insect-like creature. It was taller than any man you had ever seen, with big black eyes and yellow… fluff? Fuzz? You weren’t sure, but these things didn’t have normal human skin.

“Ah, she’s just as pretty as you said.”

The other creatures let out a satisfied buzz, encircling you. They all seemed rather curious and excited, lifting up parts of your clothing and examining you.

“H-hey!”

When you yelped, they all backed off, seeming confused and a little hurt. “Wh… what the hell are you… things? Why are you following me!?”

The leader stepped forward again, a bit sheepish but understanding. “Sorry… we saw how upset you were about the mess we made and-“

“You all caused that mess!?”

They all let out whines and upset buzzes as you groaned. The entire day had been a nightmare you’d wake up from soon. It had to be.

“I’m going to bed…”

You moved past the group, but they followed after you, seeming concerned and nervous.

“But you’re coming with u-“

His mouth was covered by another’s hand. “We’re sorry for the mess. Please, we’ll help repay you tomorrow. So… don’t be too angry.”

It was hard to stay too angry with them, they sounded genuinely remorseful and a touch sad. “… alright, but you’ll need to be here early tomorrow.”

You went to bed, figuring that this would all be over once you had a good night of sleep. There were no strange bee-like creatures in your front yard, no difficult messes to deal with, just a bad dream.

Unfortunately you were very wrong.

Walking outside with your hot coffee and sporting your pajamas, you were met with several expectant faces.

“You’re awake!”

You stood there for a moment, blinking sluggishly before staring down at your coffee. After blinking a few times, you breathed in and out.

“So… you are real then.”

The creatures were bee hybrids, a species you heard about before. Hybrids weren’t exactly uncommon, but it was rare for insect based hybrids to leave their hives or nests to interact with humans.

They did keep their promise and help you prepare bouquets the entire day, pollinating your flowers and following after you baby ducklings with their mother.

Unbeknownst to you, the bees had been watching you for a while.

It started when they lost their queen.

For months she had been bedridden, and no eggs were laid. Of course, the bee hybrids were much more concerned about their beloved queen than eggs, but she was beside herself with worry.

“Who will take care of you when I’m gone?”

The queen knew she was well past her egg bearing years and was going to die soon. After all, what purpose did a queen have when she couldn’t expand the hive?

“Don’t say things like that, your majesty. You won’t leave us…”

They were stricken with grief after her passing, nearly a year went by before they even considered a new queen.

Their last one had been a bee hybrid born in that very hive. Wanting to keep the tradition of raising a new queen wasn’t possible since she had only ever birthed sons.

Not wanting to take the chance of foreign bee hives trying to spy on them by giving them a female, the bee hybrids looked elsewhere for their next queen.

You happened to be a perfect match.

Not only were you beautiful and plump as a good queen should be, your kind nature and gentle heart told them you would be an amazing mother to the little ones.

The only problem was getting you to the hive.

“She’s so pretty, I love her…” said one of the bee hybrids, his wings fluttering as he watched you remove the thorns from some roses.

“She is. I want to stuff her full of my e-“

The others turned red and buzzed at the horny bee. “H-hey, don’t talk about the queen like that!”

“But that’s what everyone’s thinking…”

The worker bees pouted, flying around you and offering pollen or honey. The guards watched from afar.

Most of the bee hybrids were not what you would call… intelligent. But there were some that ran the show and made all of the important decisions.

“We’ll take her soon. Our hive needs a queen, and if we don’t get one soon, everyone will go mad. We need a queen to mate and protect, it’s what keeps us calm,” said one of the guards, his stinger twitching and ready to attack.

“But she loves working with the flowers. What if we put a strain on her mind? If she is unwell, our hive will suffer with her.”

That was true, the bee hybrids’ productivity and mental well being depended on you. If you were depressed, they would be as well. Not only that, they’d be constantly trying to cheer you up and become worse if you remained in that state for too long.

“I think I know what we can do to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

~

You had never felt so tired in your entire life. The day hadn’t been so tough, but as you closed your eyes to go to bed, suddenly your body felt so heavy that you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to get up.

Sleep took you, and when you woke up everything seemed… different.

Your usually stiff bed felt incredibly soft, your body melting into the plush material.

“Ugh…”

The moment you let out a groan, you heard the sound of buzzing and frantic voices.

“The queen is awake!”

“Oh, my queen are you alright?”

“Hurry, prepare her breakfast and bring the towels for the bath!”

You rubbed your eyes as you listened to the bustling around you. When your vision was no longer blurry, you could hardly believe what you were seeing.

No longer were you in your small bedroom in your modest home by the forest. The walls of your room were shaped like a honeycomb… no, they were a honeycomb. You could even see the amber colored liquid pooling at the bottom as some bee hybrids scooped it up.

You were laid out on a king sized bed, with thick blankets and plush pillows surrounding you like some kind of nest.

Surrounding you was a swarm of bee hybrids. Some were teeming with excitement and giddy energy, while others peeked around their fellow hybrids with curiosity. The ones closest to you, though, seemed a mix of concerned and nervous, fretting over you.

“Oh, what if she isn’t feeling well? Should we give her some honey?”

“Breakfast first, she can have honey on toast or biscuits.”

“Humans really eat honey in that way?”

While you struggled to get your bearings, they continued to flit about the room doing various things to acclimate you.

“Where… am I?”

Every single one of the bee hybrids paused, their attention solely on you. Several whispered among themselves as their gaze stayed on your plump figure.

“You’re home, my queen.”

A taller, less fluffy bee hybrid walked forward, his expression neutral. He kneeled before you, taking your hand and raising it to his mouth for a kiss.

“Q-queen? What do you-“

All at once they all rushed forward to dote on you. Your body was covered in kisses, and you could feel their soft fluff almost everywhere.

“My queen, we’re so happy!”

“We promise you’ll have a good life here, no more stress or worry!”

Gentle nips and bites were pressed into your sensitive neck and thighs, hands moving to caress and grope all of your body.

You were still groggy, and immediately began to warm up when one hand found its way to your inner thigh. When you let out a startled moan, the bees on the bed began to buzz and focus on that spot.

“Our queen is sensitive!”

A few of them pried your thighs open, inspecting your bare cunt and giving it a few experimental touches and licks. Had they undressed you beforehand?

Their tongues were long and thin, delicate against your slowly hardening clit. You could tell they were all excited by the way their buzzing increased and their bodies shook.

Your scent filled the air, attracting more bee hybrids from the hall. The ones on the bed touched and fondled your sleepy body as the others watched from the sidelines.

Your face heated up when you realized they were stroking their cocks, their eyes glued on your body and the way it was being played with by their peers.

There was no chance to react or cry out in protest, you were being too overwhelmed by pleasure. One of their tongues entered your cunt, making your eyes widen and your fists clench the silk bed sheet underneath you.

“She likes that, don’t stop.”

You felt one of them latch onto your breasts, their long tongue swirling around your nipple. Their antennae tickled your face, and you felt completely overstimulated.

Every touch made you twist and buck your hips, it was hard to control yourself. Never before had you felt such intense pleasure, and it was making you see stars.

‘This has to be some sort of wet dream…’ you thought to yourself, squishing your plush thighs together. ‘Might as well enjoy it…’

“Is she ready yet?” one of them cooed, nuzzling their fluffy face against your neck.

“Not for eggs, but…”

The others backed off, and a smaller, more feminine looking bee hybrid climbed on top of you. He was still at least half a foot taller than you, but tiny compared to the others.

“H-hello, my queen…” he chirped shyly, giving your cheek an affectionate nuzzle. “I’ll be the one to mate with you first…”

He was even fluffier than the others, and his cock was already twitching against your thigh. It was more long than thick, and had a pinkish, orange color.

You reached out to touch it, your fingers wrapping around his length. This made the smaller bee hybrid gasp, his hips bucking wildly in surprise.

The other hybrids stepped closer, buzzing with both excitement and jealousy. Already, the single male was receiving all of your attention… they all wanted a turn!

Fortunately for you, they had been ordered to give you space. This would be your first time with a bee hybrid, and if they weren’t careful, they could end up hurting their precious queen.

Your health and well being meant more to them than anything else.

“M-my queen, ahh!”

His eyes glistened with flustered tears as you stroked his cock, honey colored precum seeping out of the tip. You couldn’t remember the last time you had pleasured yourself.

If this was a dream, you were going to have fun.

You laid on your back, pulling the hybrid in by his hips. It was clear out of the two of you, he was the one lacking experience.

“Oh, you’re so pretty my queen-“ he blubbered out, his hips rutting against yours as his cock settled between your pussy lips. You could feel his tip kissing your clit, and it was enough to have you both let out a shuddering moan.

“Mmph…”

You kissed him, letting his long tongue slip down your throat as you moved your hand to guide his cock towards your entrance.

The moan he let out in your mouth as he sunk into your fat cunt was sinful, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed several of the bees were fucking their fists to the sight of you being fucked by one of their own.

“T-too good! I’m gonna-“

His cum spurted into your womb, he was finishing before he could even properly thrust in and out of you. You were going to whine about it, but something caused you to pause your complaints.

While his cock twitched inside of you, it swelled up, and before you could question what was happening, eggs began to pool into your womb along with his cum.

The feeling of them being fucked into you, stretching your pussy out as the eggs were laid inside of you made your head spin.

Your pussy clenched around the eggs, and before you knew it you were cumming harder than you ever had before. You arched your back, tears running down your cheeks as you rode out your high.

By the end of it, you were a mess. Cum from both you and the bee hybrid pooled around your thighs, soaking into the expensive feeling sheets.

“This… isn’t a dream, is it?”

The hybrid gathered around you, some cooing over your spent, naked body while others were desperate to have their hands on you.

“It’s no dream, my queen!”

“We all love you!”

“Let’s get you to the bath, you deserve to relax!”

You let out a tired sigh as you were carried away. The tub was nearly as big as your bedroom back home, and several of the bees joined you in the warm, pleasantly scented water.

You could smell fresh flowers and honey, and you let out a sigh of relief when several pairs of hands went to work massaging your sore muscles. A pair of two slipped between your thighs, toying with your sensitive clit and feeling around to make sure all of the eggs were safe and sound inside of you.

“Is the water warm enough, my queen?”

Hands cupped your breasts, giving them a playful squeeze before rubbing honey scented soap into them. “Mmph, yes, it’s good…”

You glanced down at your belly, noticing it poked out slightly. The memory of how the eggs felt being pushed inside of you made your cheeks heat up.

This was all a lot to process. If this wasn’t a dream like you had originally assumed, then that meant you had been taken away to a bee hybrid hive and made into a queen.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions…” another bee said, giving you a sympathetic look. “But you don’t have to worry, we’ll cater to your every want and need. You’ll never want for anything.”

Deciding a fight wasn’t worth it, you sunk back into the warm water, letting yourself be pampered and taken care of for now.

“… I want to talk to whoever is in charge here.”

The two hybrid bathing you shared a look before speaking.

“That would be you, my queen.”

You placed a hand on your temple, rubbing it before replying. “I mean, who decided that I would be queen? Surely someone here has been making decisions regarding the hive while there was no queen.”

A silence fell over the room, the only sound being the water droplets falling from your skin.

“Well… I guess that would be the council. Are you requesting a meeting with the council, my queen?”

You nodded, and the two stood before getting you dried off and dressed. They were obedient, doing exactly as you asked. “Are you sure, my queen? You still need your breakfast and-“

“I’m sure, take me to the council.”

The walls of the hive were made of honeycomb, unsurprisingly. Each section contained a bee hybrid that was hard at work, making honey while chattering amongst themselves.

“Haven’t you heard, Bumble? There’s a new queen, and she’s a pretty one too!”

“Yeah, she’s already had her first batch of eggs too!”

“That’s not fair, I wanted to give the queen my eggs first!”

You avoided making eye contact with them, your cheeks hot with embarrassment again. It flustered you to know their words were causing your panties to grow wet.

Hiding was useless, though. The scent of your arousal caused the bee hybrids near you to react. Their antennas twitched while their cocks hardened the second your scent reached them. It was an immediate reaction that had you hiding within the safety of your guards as you were escorted to the council.

“My queen, what brings you here?”

You stood before the council, looking up at their pleasantly surprised faces. There were around 30 of them, all sitting in a half circle. Papers were piled next to each bee, and even while their full attention was on you, their hands still moved to work on the papers in front of them.

‘Busy and a bee’ was a phrase you heard a lot growing up, and as you watched them flit about the room, writing and shouting orders all while keeping their eyes on you, it finally dawned on you how accurate it was.

“I came here with questions. My first one is why am I here?”

They paused their work for a moment, and some shooed away any bees that weren’t in the council before shutting the doors.

“… as you may know, bee hybrid hives consist mainly of males,” one of the council members began, standing and walking towards you.

“Female bees are not born often, meaning that we cannot run a hive without… taking a female on as our queen,” another finished, setting aside a stack of finished papers.

“It’s also a great way to diversify the hive and prevent… inbreeding.”

You raised an eyebrow as the bee hybrid stood in front of you. He was nearly 10 feet tall, and crouched down in front of you, taking your hand before kissing the back of it.

When he looked into your eyes, they sparkled with devotion. “Our undercover agents have been watching you for months. You’re kind, and you love nature. You must know that without a queen, our hive will die out within a year.”

It was hard to look away from his dark orbs. The way he looked at you made your heart race.

“I know that we took you away without asking, but we cannot let you go. Please know that you will be treated with the utmost care, and you will be pampered beyond belief.”

For a moment you stayed quiet, your expression softening. “… what would be expected of me as queen?”

The entire council perked up, some leaping out of their seats in excitement without warning. They quickly returned to their work when the leader gave them a warning glance.

“You only have a handful of responsibilities each day. You greet the public, bond with the children, attend diplomatic meetings, and… breed with your loyal subjects to create your children.”

Your face heated up at the memory of your morning session with the pretty bee hybrid.

“And… I do these every day?”

They nodded. “Diplomatic meetings are less frequent, but everything else is daily.”

Daily… you’d get fucked like that daily?

‘Am I really going to abandon the life I’ve been living for the past few years just to get a good fuck and some pampering?’

Yes. Yes you were.

“Alright… I’m in. Not like I have much of a choice in the matter anyways…”

The bees surrounding you let out happy whines and buzzes. You were surrounded once again, being nuzzled and pulled into fluffy chests. They were all scenting you, obviously happy you were going to be their queen of your own free will.

“Then let’s get you some breakfast, my queen. You have much to do!”

Breakfast was filled with lots of chattering among your current attendants. They were fluffy, jealous things that lounged about in your quarters, burying their faces into your soft body and gossiping amongst themselves.

Once you were done eating, you were escorted to your first duty as queen.

“I hope your royal attendants behaved well. They are just excited to have a queen to dote on again. If you have any sexual needs or desires, they will perform them for you. And do not worry, they cannot produce eggs, so they exist purely for your pleasure and entertainment.”

It seemed strange, but your attendants seemed quite happy and spoiled, so you continued to follow the councilman in charge or guiding you.

“This is the nursery.”

The walls had the same honeycombs as the rest of the hive, but in each one was a crib and a sleeping babe. On the carpeted floor, toddlers waddled and crawled about, playing with toys as they got in their daily exercise.

Almost like a switch had been flipped, their tiny heads turned towards you. The closest baby bee tears up, their tiny, chubby legs struggling to carry them forward as they toddled their way over.

“M-mama!”

Every child within hearing range made their way over, clinging to your legs and fussing as they attempted to crawl up. They held onto your clothing, suckling on any bare skin they could find in an attempt to nurse.

“H-hey, I’m not your-“

The bee hybrid next to you sighed softly. “They won’t listen. You have the scent of their mother now, they want you to hold and feed them.”

Their little eyes were getting red and puffy from crying, they couldn’t understand why their mama wasn’t holding or feeding them.

It was really tugging at your heartstrings. They were just so little, you couldn’t imagine having a baby and how their innocent minds would try to process your death.

“Hey… it’s okay, mama is right here.”

You sat down, letting them climb into your lap and arms. A team of bee hybrids joined you, helping to bottle feed and soothe them.

“Once the eggs in you begin to grow, you’ll start lactating and will be able to feed hordes of the baby bees,” the councilman said, watching how the young ones bonded with you instantly.

“For now, though… you just need to give them your attention and care. They need it.”

As the little ones were laid down for a nap, you were able to sneak out and leave for your next appointment.

“The entire hive knows there is a new queen, gossip gets out fast,” the councilman said as you ate some lunch. Your attendants were playing with your clit, all cooing over how sensitive and hard it was getting under their touch.

There seemed to be no shame with them. You were sitting in the middle of the cafeteria and no one batted an eye as your fat pussy lips were pulled apart so they could lick and fuck your hole with their long tongues.

“However, you’ll still need to make an official appearance in front of the hive… that, and we’ll need to start the breeding ceremony.”

You were having trouble focusing, your fingers tugging on the hair of the bee between your legs. “C-ceremony?”

“Yes, my queen. It is customary for every bee hybrid to take a few days off of work to come and greet the queen. They all get their turns to mate and fill you with some of their own eggs.”

The ceremony began later in the evening. You were brought out before your loyal subjects, dressed in lacy lingerie and placed on a bed.

You felt less like a beloved ruler, and more like a breeding cow being brought out to be sold to the highest bidder.

Every bee bowed before you, dropping to one knee as they waited for you to speak.

“My loyal subjects…”

Just the sound of your voice sent a shiver of excitement through the crowd. You could see them shaking, few already hard and struggling to keep their hands off their pink, throbbing cocks.

“You have all been gathered here for the… breeding ceremony. As thanks for working as hard as you do, you all get a turn to…”

Again, your cheeks began to warm up. You couldn’t believe you were saying this. “… you all get a turn to breed me, your queen. I will take your eggs and incubate them, ensuring your bloodline will continue.”

With that, you laid down. The councilmen ushered forward a group of bee hybrids, and the breeding commenced.

They didn’t want to hurt you, that much was for sure.

Most of the bee hybrids were several feet taller than you, though some stopped at only a few inches above your head. No matter how much they towered over you, their touch was still gentle and hesitant.

None of them had ever touched a human before, much less mated with one. Your body was so sensitive, responding to every nudge and movement of their hands.

One of them sunk their fingers into your cunt, another offering you their cock. You took it into your mouth, causing them to buck their hips.

Your pussy gushed around their fingers.

“S-she’s getting all wet… my queen, is this good for you?”

“Yes, that means she’s excited! You can mate with her now!”

Each cock that entered you was different. Some were short and thick, others thin and long, but a few were both so girthy and long that you felt like you were being split in two.

At one point you were being fucked while jerking off two other bee hybrid and blowing another, trying to please as many as your subjects at once as possible.

The first creampie was almost soothing, the feeling of eggs filling your needy cunt was… mind blowing. You felt so fulfilled, you wanted to be fucked like this forever.

After the tenth bee hybrid though… you were so stuffed full you could barely think. Your tummy was stretched out, looking just about ready to burst.

“Oh, so pretty…” a bee chittered, rubbing your distended belly. “Our queen is doing so well…”

After another five bees had their way with you, the councilmen stepped forward. “That's enough for now, she needs her rest.”

Your attendants were quick to descend upon the bed, buzzing threateningly at every other hybrid that dared to even look at their exhausted queen.

“You truly did do well…” one of them cooed, kissing your temple after they bathed you then tucked you into bed.

“Sleep, you’ll need your rest. Tomorrow will bring even more eggs.”

As you laid down, curled up with a bee hybrid cuddle pile, you couldn’t help but look forward to tomorrow.

You were already becoming an amazing queen… and it had only been a day.

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[ozzgin]

For Valentine’s Day…😘

Imagine going to a speed dating event where you’re stuck in a wall, ass bare and out, getting railed by various monster cocks to see if they like your holes. You know, to test out that relationship compatibility 🥰

P. S. I’d 100% trust you to be my monster match maker at the Human Adoption Agency. Wish I could work there…I’d probably be the best employee of the month, every month 🥲

-👘

NSFW content!

I'm thinking of a Monster Matchmaking event where you may test your sexual compatibility with all kinds of creatures: werewolves, vampires, hybrids, tentacle monstrosities, eldritch aberrations.

It's more of a one-sided decision, you see. The beastly beings are beyond elated to have their way with a human. A human! They're fascinated, curious, and greedy. They turn you around, pin you down under their hold, observe your reactions with insatiable lust. They could be doing this forever.

That is to say, there's no preferences to be discussed. All of them are completely enamored, trying their best to claim you as their own. It's up to you to decide whether you have a favorite.

Perhaps you found it particularly arousing, the way your werewolf match knotted you and held you underneath him, grunting about what a perfect breeding toy you are. Or maybe you enjoyed being sprawled open by the many slithering tentacles of your Lovecraftian partner, as it whispered sweet promises in cursed tongues.

If you're unsure, well, there's no other choice but to repeat the process all over again. Valentine's Day? Strange, they could've sworn it was closer to a week, or a month, or...

[monstersflashlight]

Lusty for love

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!

Cupid (monster) x fem!witch reader || sex pollen, (light) dub con, breeding, oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink

You were stupid. A bit more stupid than normal at least.

You were trying to get some new potions to work when you accidentally spilled the pink powder he gifted you specially for lust potions. The pink powder was obtained from the cupid species, they produced it on their wings and any human or monster would instantly fall into a lustful frenzy once they touched it. And that’s why it was so hard to get, they had to give it to you specifically with a very clear intent of lust...

Your cupid friend gave it to you as a birthday present, and you were supposed to drop an itty bitty quantity in each potion because every time someone used the powder, he would feel it. You promised not to use much, always controlling how many potions you’d make… But you weren’t expecting for it to slip your fingers and pretty much cover your whole body. Your skin was tingling and your brain was barely coherent when you dialed his number.

“I need your help,” you whispered against the speaker, not letting him even say hello.

His response was instantaneous: “What happened?” You could hear him batting his wings in the background, and you were sure he was already mid air coming to get you. He must have felt the powder activating.

“I- I dropped the pink powder on me,” you confessed, your breathing labored and your skin tingly.

Fuck, you were about to burst and you didn’t even move. You’d never felt such intensity before, it was like every inch of your body was electrified and caressed at the same time, even the touch of the clothes over your body felt erotic.

“Fuck,” he cursed. The air against the phone was enough to know he was rushing to your house, his wings almost deafening in the background.

“Please, please…” You barely made sense, your brain was fuzzy in a way that made your clit tingle and your panties were so wet you could already feel your juices ruining your pants.

“Fuck,” he cursed again. In other circumstances you would have blushed, your unrequited crush on your cupid best friend making you feel all kinds of emotions. But you weren’t thinking straight, and he was talking again: “I’ll be there in a few minutes, take your clothes off, rub your pretty little clit until you are dripping wet because as soon as I cross your window I’m going to be inside of you, and I won’t stop until you are dripping with my come for every single hole.”

His words drove your brain into a frenzy, the effect of the pink powder getting even stronger as you did as you were told, pulling at your clothes so fast and hard you broke something. You didn’t care, you’d deal with whatever tore later on. You laid on your potions table, not caring about everything falling down or the million little pieces of glass that were probably on the ground, you had only one focus: obey. Your fingers found your clit and you started rubbing rapidly, moaning against the phone.

“You sound so sweet, good damn it. I knew you’d be perfect,” his words meant nothing and all at the same time, your inside twisting and turning as your pussy contracted over nothing, making you whine and beg. “I know, love, I know.” You could hear him breathing hard, the powder probably affecting him too, and with each movement of his wings you could feel him getting closer.

The second your window opened with a big crash, you were begging for him and he was falling to his knees next to the table, not caring about the glass, grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs as far apart as possible. He set his big body between them, his wings so wide and soft you felt the tickle against your knees when he pushed your legs over his shoulders.

The first contact of his tongue against your tender flesh feels like lightning hitting your body. And it only turned better when his dexterous tongue found your clit. He ate you out like a starving monster, fucking in and out of your pussy with his forked tongue until you were screaming his name and asking for more. More. More.

You came in less than two minutes, with his fingers pressing against your G-spot and your brain turning into jelly inside your head. It was so much and so little at the same time. You needed more. You needed him inside of you in any way you could. You pushed your torso up, pulling your legs off his shoulders and shoved his chest back until he was a few feet back. You jumped off the table, not even feeling the tiny glasses on the ground as you walked over them.

It was like your orgasm only made you hornier, more desperate, you needed him more than you needed your next breath. “Let me suck you off, please, please…” You begged, your eyes fixated on his dick straining against his pants.

You fumbled with the zipper, and he helped you, looking at you with such tenderness that your heart was about to explore out of your chest. But first: dick.

“Okay, love. Okay. Whatever you want. You can do whatever you want to me.” His words sounded like a promise, and your brain was so fuzzy you could only nod as you fell to your knees. “Open up,” he ordered, taking himself on his hand and caressing your cheek with the other. He fed you his cock and you swallowed it down greedily. “That’s it, such a good witch for me, such a pretty mouth wrapped around my shaft. Fuck, do that again.”

You rolled your tongue over his head, pressing against the underside where you knew he was most sensitive. That cupid anatomy book coming in handy when you were wrapping your hand at his base and squeezing until you felt the ridges inside move. He cursed over you, his hand grabbing your hair so harshly you felt the tiny spikes of pain, but that only made you moan louder around him.

He cursed again, telling you nonsense as he moved his dick in and out of your mouth slightly. “Fuck, your mouth, love. You are perfect. You are so good to me. I’ve been wanting to have you like this forever. Good goddess, your mouth.” You grabbed his ass, trying to get him closer, further down your throat, but he stopped you. “None of that, I… I need you. I need to be inside of you. After that you can play with me all you want.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” your voice was airy and low, and without a doubt you knew your whole body was pink all over.

He helped you to your feet, claiming your mouth in a brain melting kiss before grabbing your ass and helping you back onto the table. His fingers found your pussy at the same time he positioned himself on your opening. “You are so wet, fuck.” He pushed the tip inside, and you were indeed so wet he slipped right in.

He cursed in so many languages you weren’t sure how many words he said, but you were in heaven. You reached Valhalla or whatever other heaven there existed out there. All at once. None at all… You touched the stars and came back to your body when he moved his hips back, pushing right back in and drawing a scream out of your lungs.

And then there was no more playing, only frantic fucking and dirty words.

“Do you like me, love? Do you like the feel of my cock inside of you? Do you like when I say dirty things to you?” You shivered, nodding frantically as you rolled your hips, chasing some of the pleasure he was promising you with his thrusts. “Of course you do, you love to be fucked this hard, this fast… You never had it so good, did you? None of your stupid boyfriends was as good as me. Say it.”

“None were… None as good as you…” Your voice was trembling, his thrusts too fast and harsh, but you couldn’t complain. You wouldn’t. It was that good.

“I know darling, I know nobody was as good as me. But you didn’t let me tell you that, did you? You were always with one or another, never enough time for me to fuck you as you deserved. To treat you as you deserve. To make you fucking mine,” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust that hit right over your G-spot, sending sparks of desire and pleasure to your brain until you were drooling over the table. “Tell me I’m wrong, tell me you don’t like me like that and I’ve been pining over you for nothing,” his anger was palpable in each thrust of his hips inside your pussy, his ridges undulating and massaging you from the inside.

“I CAN’T. I CAN’T. YOU ARE RIGHT!” You screamed as another wave of pleasure washes over your body.

But he wasn’t listening to you, he was too focused on his actions, on driving you insane. “You can’t because you like me. You’ve liked me as long as I’ve liked you and you’ve been denying us both. For what? For some flimsy human dick? No more, love. You don’t go back to anyone else anymore. You. Are. Mine. To. Please.”

“Yours. Yours. Yours…”

And then there’s fireworks behind your eyelids and your brain is short circuiting. You could barely hold your body up as he expanded his dick inside of you, the cupid trick of locking inside your tight pussy was multiplied by a thousand because of the pink dust, and you could only scream silently as he bred you to the brim and your vision turned white behind your eyelids.

You came back to your body resting over his chest, the soft feathers tickling your cheek as you looked down at his wet dick, still half hard. Your body still craved him, and you were about to act on it when he said: “For what’s worth… I really like you like that, too, love,” he whispered against your sweaty forehead, his breathing labored as his dick twitched in your line of sight.

You threw a leg over his middle, rubbing your still dripping pussy over his dick. “Prove it.”

And he did.

(He was also true to his promise to leave you leaking and bred from every single hole, but that’s a story for another day...)

[missmonsteruniverse]

~Shark Jaws~

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Head canon

Themes: Fluff💖 Nsfw🔥

(Warnings: ⚠️Adult content⚠️ bites, slight mention of blood, mentions of breeding)

Monster: Shark merman Hybrid🦈

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How you met: You’ve recently moved into your new home, wanting to take a break from the loud city, your house was on a low cliff side, connected with your very own cove. One day on the weekend you spent the day sitting by the seashore in your swimsuit and the nearby radio you had playing your favorite music. When suddenly you hear a splash, something smacking in the water behind some rocks in the shallow water. Standing you look at where the sound came from, and you see a dorsal fin, your first thought was probably it was a dolphin being stuck in the shallow parts of the water, moving closer you spoke softly as to not scare the dolphin, “it’s okay, I got you”. Once you get closer the water was at your knees, you grab hold of the tail to help push the animal back into the deeper parts of the water, but you freeze as you hear a stern voice, “That hurts”. Looking over at the voice noticing the tail you’re grabbing was in fact not for a dolphin but a man or shark?…….in a small panic you fall back on your butt.

Who made the first move: It been about 3 months since you’ve met, almost every afternoon you’d meet him down at the cove as he laid on his belly, today you brought down a basket of sandwiches and a bowl of fruits. You both chatted as he occasionally did his flirting causing you to blush but at some moment you both stare into each others eyes, taking in each others facial features in a different light. The next moment you blurt out without thinking, “I like you” causing him to grin revealing his sharp pearly teeth. He spoke out in a teasing manner, causing you to look away embarrassed, as he then leaned forward grabbing your chin gently to face him once more, as he leans forward sealing the first kiss, the beginning of a relationship.

Pet names: Over the course of your relationship with your shark merman lover he began calling you, “my pearl or sweetness”, your lover would happily bring you crabs, fish and other delicious animals to keep you healthy and full of food. As he also would find treasure and bring it for you. You were his and he wanted you to want of nothing.

How he marks you as his mate: Just know the first moment that you two became a couple he wanted to mark you as his mate, as his, he leaves a slightly harsh bite on your neck leaving the indents of his teeth, the first bite he gives you hurts and you slightly bleed which he gently licks up while humming happily, all the while he hands roamed over your warm body, how much he absolutely loved the warmth of your body, your scent. Be sure to know that bite mark will have to always be on your neck at all times, is it starting to fade, nope he’s making another bite mark.

Intimacy: Your shark merman lover, absolutely loves having you straddling him as he ravishes you, he greedily nips at your skin, his nails digging into your hips as he grips, guiding your hips against his own. Though as to where he has his way with you. Of course not on the sand, as it simply gets everywhere and is simply annoying, so did you have the cove renovated with the treasure he has brought you, yes you did, you had part of the beach turned to a stone patio, but transitioning to the normal sand of the cove, you had a pool on one end of the cove that still connects to the natural ocean, in the pool having a very shallow spot with smooth quarts beds and umbrellas for shade, a perfect spot where he can have you naked and ready for him.

But during the time of his breeding season or when your on your menstruation cycle, your shark lover goes absolutely feral, his eyes turning a darker shade of black, his tail markings turning darker, and his cock fully out of his slit and eager to be buried within you, he’s having your entire body covered with his bite marks, with hickeys and absolutely full of his cum. Fully being the type to ravish you throughout multiple rounds, groaning out words of his possession, how he wants to fully breed you, to have you carry his first ever pups, to simply fully be mates, and having your wonderful little ones together. Once done breeding you he stays fully hilted within you, enjoying the sight of him bulging your belly slightly, the sight of his cum slightly oozing out from your connection, he looks up at you grinning, he clawed hand gently wiping away the tears you had from the over sensitivity of the pleasure he gave you.

Your shark merman lover just absolutely loves his human mate entirely and can’t wait for you to have his first pups together as he simply dotes over you entirely, nuzzling into you neck as you rest on him, enjoying your life’s together as mates.

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[monstersholygrail]

How Your Monster Bf Asks You To Be His Valentine

Dragon bf spends all night clearing out part of the woods in front of your shared home cave, carefully swiping down trees with his giant claws. Then when it’s all perfect he uses his fire breath to form a giant heart in the grass. The words ‘Be My Valentine?’ Etched within the heart. He then sets out a whole breakfast picnic feast for you to enjoy together at sunrise.

When the time comes he wakes you up softly and guides you to the edge of your cave, claws hovering over your eyes. His surprise takes your breath away and you waste no time in accepting, jumping straight into his arms and kissing the daylights out of him.

You two honestly can’t even take your hands off of each other as you try and eat your picnic breakfast. Before you know it, Dragon bf is squirting whip cream over your nipples and lapping it up with his long dragon tongue. Kissing and nipping his way down your body, licking up all the sugary goodness along your curves before his tongue dives down between your thighs. He spends so many hours down there you have to hold onto his horns to steady yourself. Bringing you over the edge again and again, making you weak and breathless. Claiming he has to lick up all the food from your plush form, and what greater meal is there than the taste of your release?

Werewolf bf waits eagerly for you to wake up, desperate to show you what he has planned. When you finally do wake up he hands you a note with a clue on it. Each clue leading you to a memorable place you and werewolf bf had sex. And of course, your bf insists you recreate it for this special occasion, leaving you two to rush around town fucking each other silly.

Each orgasm leading you to grow weaker as the closer you get to the end, the harder he ruts into you. The more this goes on the more you start to feel like a dog playing catch. But seeing your boyfriend’s excitement you don’t have the heart to stop.

Eventually you two reach the club where you two had sex for the very first time. You can hear your boyfriend’s tail wagging behind you, the hard thwack echoing out as it bumps into everything in his path. When you walk in the club is empty but there’s a table in the middle of the dance floor and a banner that says ‘Will You Be My Valentine?’

Your heart nearly bursts with happiness as you tell him that of course you will! He lets out a needy whimper and practically attacks you, pouncing on you and pinning you down against the table. He’s sliding his still hard cock back inside you like it’s been seven years since he’s last taken you and not seven minutes. He fucks you so hard, just too damn happy you said yes, that when you hear the table make a suspicious snapping sound, he doesn’t even stop. He simply picks you up and keeps going until you cum all over his knot.

Naga bf suggests a nice romantic game night for the two of you. It’s not something you two always do, so the change in plans was a welcome surprise. Of course, the romance game night quickly turned into a dirty game night. Filled with strip poker that led to passionate lovemaking and they barely got through a third round of twister before your bf was coiling his body around yours and stuff his cocks back into your overstuffed holes.

But he knew he needed to focus once you guys got to charades. It would be hard given the lust burning in your eyes but this was important to him. He holds up three fingers and you guess three words. He then starts using his tail to spell it out. You ask if that’s cheating but he couldn’t care less. Spelling out each letter of ‘Be My Valentine?’ And growing harder as you voice each one.

You immediately ask him in return, leading you to both agree at the same time like cheesiest couple that’s graced planet earth. And you should’ve expected the instantly coiling of his tail around your body but you still yelp in surprise and he swallows it with a fierce kiss. He keeps you tightly wrapped up against him as he fucks you through the rest of the night, your game night now long forgotten.

[davinawritings]

Monster Husbands and Their Favorite Kinks

Pairing: Different Monsters x Reader

Warnings: Cockwarming, Dacryphilia, Bondage, Small Mention Of Blood Kink But Nothing Graphic, Tentacles, Public Sex, Predator Kink, Double/Triple Penetration, Excessive Penetration

Naga Husband is obsessed with cockwarming. He loves holding you in his arms and keeping his body tight against yours; if he can have his cocked buried inside you, then it’s even better. He threw out all of your panties when you started dating just so he could have easier access. 

Vampire Husband is obsessed with bondage. Most people assume his favorite kink is a blood kink, and while that is a close second, he goes absolutely crazy when he gets you restrained. The sight of you tied up and completely at his mercy gets him rock hard immediately, and your trust in him never fails to have his undead heart swelling with love for you.

Merman Husband loves dacryphilia. He loves making you cum over and over again until you are a crying mess. Salty teardrops pouring from your eyes. He loves to keep fucking you, his cock abusing your g-spot, while he licks the tears off your flushed cheeks. 

Tentacle monster husband loves triple penetrations. Loves when he can fuck you so thoroughly with a tentacle in your throat, pussy, and ass. It never fails to make him fill you with his slimy cum, usually faster than he wants. And once he works you open and can start getting multiple tentacles in your dripping holes; you are practically always filled.

Gargoyle husband loves public sex. He loves taking you in front of his fellow gargoyles. He loves fucking your soft and wet cunt as they watch you fall apart on his cock over and over again.  His cock throbs as he catches their eyes trained on your bouncing tits as he uses his claws to pinch and pull your sensitive nipples. He loves knowing they can watch and want all they please, but they will never know the softness of his wife’s body. 

Werewolf husband loves predator/prey. He loves hunting you down as you run through the woods, using the scent of your arousal to track you. His cock throbs to the pace of your racing heart as he gets closer and closer before he finally pounces, taking you on the forest ground and ravishing you until you’re nothing but a wet hole for his pleasure.

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. “ let me love you darkly, slowly ” : 

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Usually, the infamous ace of spades’ knives are always willing and ready to sink into the vulnerable flesh of his next political victims. You were no different, until you were. A precious dove to fly into his life, that he had thought a hawk at first sight, judging by the image of your family across the city.

The youngest son of a famous aristocrat. Whom Alessio had pursued with intent of seduction before death. Yet your heart was made of something more beautiful than gold. Nothing like your father’s. Each smile that graced your lips was a blessing to him, he’d been ashamed of targeting you.

One may wonder why he went for you first and not the man that brought you into this world. Well, the very reason for that is that your entire family were on his list of undertaking, and he decided to go one by one, random pick. And you so happened to be the one the wheel landed on.

Your name was quickly wiped from it, with the blood of your mother splattering the paper. The note he left on her desk wrote:

“Farewell, to the two-faced wench, who advocated hiking medicare prices.” The pencil scratched across her signature, then got stamped with the ace of spades in Alessio’s quick escape.

He’d taken you with him that night. Held your hand tight in his as you ran away from the burning estate. Perhaps it was the unhealthy amount of childhood discipline and reprimanding you had earned as you grew up. You did not really care for the deaths of your family. Your father beat you bloodied and bruised, and your mother tormented you at any possible moment she could.

Your siblings were none the better than them, growing into their toxic behaviour and mannerisms. You refused to let your soul sour the way theirs had. It wasn’t hard to tell right or wrong. It wasn’t hard to really understand what the man you were running away with was doing.

It was no secret, you should have been long gone by now. And you were announced so by the public after the burning of the cold place you called home. With no trace of the family found below the rubble.

Instead, you now occupied yourself with the people of the lower city, aiding the poor and funding your saviour’s organisation with all of the money you had inherited. How they got a hold of it, you weren’t so sure. You didn’t bother questioning.

You found yourself falling for the man that was your executioner turned saviour. A part of you questioned your own morality.

But what was morality when compared to his kisses? What was the meaning or black and white when his hands fixed to your waist and held you so tight against him? Right and wrong be damned. It felt all the same in his arms.

By night, you often found yourself in Alessio’s bed. The air getting knocked out of you when he fucked you from behind. His hand squeezing away at the base of your dick to pump ferally at it. His dick pounding your pretty ass open and eager for him.

“That’s it—” You gasp out in unison to the grunt in your ear, hole and walls fluttering around him. While his arms cage you against the dark bedsheets.

The sight of your bodies intermingled, dimly lit, with a sheen layer of sweat covering your skin, flutters your tumm, as a hand reaches down to direct your face upwards. Helping you watch what he’s doing to you.

“This pretty ass ‘s all mine— All fucking mine-” Rough hands split your legs apart and images of him begin to appear all around you, to touch you, praise you, kiss you.

His powers are incredible in bed. Your head gets loopy by the feel of one of his clones sucking down hard at your throbbing tip. You barely get to process that he yanks yet another orgasm out of you. Cum squirts out on his hand which he brings up to lick away at.

“My pretty little dove,” he groans from above you. Swarming your blissed out face with rough hands to cup your cheeks. His movements hardly halt. Long, hard strokes shake your trembling body.

This. This feels right. Him inside. Him on top of you. All over you. To hell with wrong. You’d take the grey if it meant his warm hands. His intoxicating lips.

“Please.” You quiver.

Alessio can all but grin. His pretty little aristocrat. Now all his.

“Say it again baby,” he hums. “Beg. It suits you far better.”

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[specsthesecond]

Pornstar reader who was a little in over her head when she claimed she could fuck every type of monster cock.

You honestly figured it would take a couple of months at most but no. It has spiralled way out of control and now this is what you are known for. Most of the viewership tune in just to see if you're still going strong with it and who are you to disappoint a paying audience?

It started out easy enough, you got fucked by a dragon, womb fucked by some good old orc cock, claimed by wearwolf knots, rough housed with some goblins, sucked some vampires dry and got creampied by a minotaur.

But as it went on you had to find more and more precarious ways to actually fuck the monster cocks in question; You convinced some mercreatures to put some eggs in you in exchange for 5 pounds of raw meat. You got stuck in a slime breeding pit for about 3 hours. You summoned a demon who wasn't all too pleased about being used as a booty call. You had to use some magic bullshit just so you could take centaur, troll and giant cock

You've dug yourself a hole now, unable to get out. How are you supposed to fuck aliens if they won't abduct you, even when you strip and parade yourself around some farmers crop circles. You've gone to multiple haunted locations just trying to find some ghost dick. You've camped out in the woods far more than you've ever wanted to just searching for more elusive monsters like mothman, Bigfoot, faeries and skinwalkers.

You're now an honorary cryptozooligist and literally all you wanted was a goddamn bag and some good dick.

[maeveandark]

18+ MDNI

Your reserved monster lover who knows he’s much too big for you, who feels a twinge of fear twist in the pit of his gut every time his massive, looming form drapes over your own—swallowing you up whole within the depths of his shadow.

He’s meticulous in his caution as his clawed hands glide over your body, his every touch a careful calculation. He knows how strong he is compared to you, knows that even one careless movement could put your life in danger.

But gods, he can’t stop. He knows he should, but paradoxically, in spite of his brutish strength he is utterly powerless in the face of your burning desire. Especially when you arch into his touch and beg for him so sweetly like that.

“More.”

“Such a gluttonous word,” your monster thinks, but it never sounded ugly falling from your lips. It is a sinful invitation, a challenge to his restraint. Yes, he will give you more, and he will gladly dance on that knife’s edge to do it. As long as you are feeling good, he’ll endure the torment.

But the worst of it comes once he’s inside you.

A crack forms in his concrete resolve, choking on his own heavy groan when he carefully pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. His deadly claws dig into the mattress as he sinks deeper still, lightheaded from the euphoria of your succulent flesh squeezing all around him.

This is too dangerous.

He’s shaking, he knows he is just one of your sweet moans away from becoming a storm unleashed, but you (foolishly) have no fear. Without a care in the world you spread your legs wider, your devilish fingers reaching down to circle your slick clit as you gaze up at him, wet and utterly love-drunk.

“It’s alright, baby. Loosen up for once, mkay? I’ll be fine.”

Your reserved monster lover’s control snaps at that very moment, and as he forcefully grasps your legs and pins your knees by your head he wonders if you’ll be saying the same thing so confidently once you realize you won’t be walking for the next few days.

[monster-disaster]

How do you think certain monster boyfriends/husbands handle their girlfriends’/wives’ plushies? Especially if they’re on the bed with them? 🧸🧸🧸

It's a cute idea. 😊

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Your orc doesn’t have a problem with your plush or plushies. Within reason. A stuffed animal or two? That’s fine. Cute, even. But if he rolls over in the middle of the night and gets jabbed in the eye by the ear of a plush bunny? That’s where he draws the line. Especially when he wants to hug you, and he has to fight himself through them to reach you. "Alright, sweetheart," he rumbles. "This ain't workin’."

Your werewolf is jealous. And he doesn't even try to hide it. Why would you need anything else when he is right there, soft, warm, and big enough to hold you in his arms as you drift off? He is your personal comfort, your real-life cuddle buddy, and yet, here you are, wrapping your arms around a fluffy monkey as it could compare to the heat of his body. He isn't about to throw your toys out, he is not cruel, but every so often, when he catches you with a plush nestled in your arms, he growls about it; "Don’t need that thing when you’ve got me, babe. I’ll keep you plenty cozy."

Your minotaur gets a little annoyed by the plush toys every now and again, especially when he wakes up to find one tangled around his horns. He’s not the type to make a big deal about it, but the soft, squishy feeling of a stuffed bear rubbing against his head in his sleep? Yeah, that’s not his idea of a good morning. The first time it happens, he just blinks at it, letting out a long, frustrated sigh before carefully untangling the toy from his horns, muttering something under his breath. "How the hell did this even happen?" It’s not that he minds the toys themselves, but the constant wrestling with them while he's trying to sleep is another matter.

Your goblin uses them as pillows. At first, you notice a few of them have started to migrate from their usual spots, ending up on the couch or in the bed. And then, one morning, you wake up only to find one of your favorite plushies squished right under his head as he snores away beside you. "What? It’s the perfect angle for my neck. Nice and soft, just the right support, you know, sweetheart?"

Your rakshasa boyfriend is all for the plushies. They are soft, warm, and perfectly comfortable for snuggling up with during the night. The real issue, though, is his mania for filling the bed with as many pillows and blankets as he can find. He doesn't care if it’s summer and the heat is unbearable. To him, the more softness around him, the better. You wake up in the middle of the night buried under a mountain of pillows, surrounded by enough blankets to make it feel like winter, and you sigh, wiping sweat from your brow. "Darling, you can never have too much comfort."

Your dragon boyfriend is totally fine with your plushies. After all, he can understand your hoarding tendencies. So, your plushies? He gets it, even if you have a few more than you might admit. He might find a certain charm in it. If they start taking up too much space, he just builds a bigger nest for the two of you and your plush army. "Don’t worry, love, we have enough room for your treasures."

Your naga doesn't like them. It’s not that he has anything against them per se, but the textures just don’t sit well with him. The soft, squishy feel of plush toys feels strange against his scales, and the last thing he wants in his sleep is the feeling of fluffy ears or stitched eyes brushing against his body. He tolerates them for you, but if you catch him side-eyeing the toys, you know why. Fortunately, the solution is simple. You just place your plushies on the other side of the bed so he can curl up around you without touching them. "So much better."

[prettyprettyangel]

People think you have a muzzle for him, for kinky reasons. But in actuality, it's required of him to wear one at the doctor's after one too many close calls.

Imagine your big, fearsome werewolf turning into a whimpering, shaking little puppy when he has to go in for his rabies shot.

[bunnis-monsters]

I assume baby hybrids leave the hive they’re born from ( avoid incest) if so, do they ever visit their mama😫😭?

Sometimes they leave while other times they stay and lead alongside their mom(yes, no incest).

Other times they leave and are traded to other hives so your hive can receive more males to add to the gene pool.

When your sons leave after they’re all grown up, they’re still completely loyal to their mama! They may serve and mate with their new queen, but they were born and raised loving their mama.

Basically, huge mama boys. But this isn’t a bee hybrid specific thing, your sons just love you a lot! Most queen bees are pretty cold and don’t care much about their offspring, but because you’ve given them so much attention and care, they’re very loyal and still view you as their true queen.

Your sons are still your babies, even after they leave the hive and grow up.

[ozzgin]

There are some events which happen with exceptional rarity within the passing time of the Universe: winning the lottery twice, large galaxies colliding, black holes revolving in a binary system...

...And his Unholy Majesty catching a cold.

The Demon King grunts under the blankets as you tuck him in. Oh, what a humiliating affair, the disgrace of a lifetime. He is beyond mortified.

"Enough of this," he demands with an unconvincing, clumsy growl. "What, are you expecting me to lay in bed all day? There's dimensions to be invaded, planets to eradicate!"

"Don't worry, Sir, we have found a solution," his beastly butler says with a reassuring grin. "You must - without any sort of doubt! - rest and regain your powers."

The gargantuan creature stares with skepticism at his servant, forehead flushed with feverish fires.

"Besides," the scaly lizard suggests sweetly, "your assistance here is absolutely vital."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, yes. You see, (Y/N) will be overlooking your duties until your health returns. Which then, of course, leaves our estate defenseless! It's essential that you replace (Y/N) in the homely tasks; as a matter of fact, there's a chocolate soufflé that needs to be taken out of the oven soon. We leave everything in your blasphemous hands."

Before his Evilness can respond, you rush outside and head for the office. Can't be that hard, you tell yourself, stuffing the guidebook in your pocket: How to destroy worlds and torture its inhabitants.

[Main Story]

[monstersflashlight]

Monster boyfriend who is a bit too possessive. Monster boyfriend who insists on putting down your panties and coming over them before going out in public. He jerks off rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit until you are panting, just to let you hanging as he comes and pulls your panties back up. He says he feels better when he knows you’d smell like him, so everyone will know who you belong to. You have to endure the uncomfortable sticky feeling, your wet pussy and, on top of it, his constant teasing. By the time you get back home, you are more than ready to bend over any surface and get pounded into oblivion. (Which he obviously complies with).

[missmonsteruniverse]

~Valentine’s Treat~

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Head Cannon

Themes: Fluff💖 Nsfw🔥

(Warnings: ⚠️Adult Content⚠️ Penetration, knotting, Mentions of blood)

Monsters: Werewolf🐺, Vampire🧛🏻, Minotaur🐂, Naga🐍, Dragonborn🐉

~~~(Late to be a Valentine’s Day update, but hope you all had a wonderful Valentine’s Day)~~~

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~~~ It’s Valentine’s Day, a happy day. What does your monster lover have planned for you on this special occasion ~~~

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Your werewolf lover who’s so excited about today, that early morning he had gone out to buy your favorite coffee and a breakfast bagel sandwich along with your favorite flowers. Once he got home he went to the bedroom placing the things on the bedside table as he, leans over the bed coaxing you to awaken, as you wake up and sit up sleepily, you smile softly as he hands you your coffee and bagel sandwich. His tail happily sways as you enjoy your little breakfast. As you ate he set up a cozy and relaxed bath for you, candles lit, the bath water warm, filled with vanilla scented soaps. Throughout the day your werewolf lover, did little things for you, from the breakfast, flowers, warm bath, a cuddle session while watching movies to ordering your favorite food, sure it wasn’t a whole spontaneous experience but it was the thought that he did the best he could do for you that mattered the most.

As the sun started to set, you and your werewolf lover had a movie playing but it was long forgotten and simply in the background , as he had you straddling his lap, grinding you along his hard cock, whining out softly as he licked and nipped at your hard nipples. Your werewolf lover has you laying back on the sofa you legs resting over his furry shoulders as he thrusts into you in a frenzy, as he lets out little growls and whines of pleasure, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, your lover thrusts once more as he is coming deep into you, to then push deeper knotting you with his knot. Burying his face into your neck he murmur a soft, “Happy Valentine’s Day”.

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Your vampire lover is such a romantic fucker, he had a whole spa session appointment set ready for you, from a body message, to a facial, to getting your hair done and makeup and of course a new manicure and pedicure. As you were out having your spa session he was at his estate setting up the dinning room, with red candles, either bouquets of red and white roses, with a bottle of your favorite wine, and in the kitchen, the lobster, steak, mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables cooked to perfection. Having rose petals streaming from the front door to the dinning room up to your shared bed room, where on the bed had a heart of rose petals, vanilla scented candles set around and more bouquets of white roses along with your favorite flowers. And a basket of goodies set on the bed. Everything was ready for tonight’s dinner he had prepared.

Once you enter your home you gasp softy at the sight of your vampire lover in a black suit, his red eyes shining with a gleam of happiness to seeing you so beautiful and well refreshed from your spa appointment, “welcome home my love” he murmurs with his deep voice as his arms wrap around your waist pulling you close, kissing you sweetly, “head to our room my love, dress into the dress I have laid out on the bed for you and join me in the dinning room”. As you enter the bed room you are greater with the basket of goodies, a gorgeous red dress and multiple bouquets of roses and your favorite flowers, you happily dress into the gown, and looked through the basket spotting beautiful earrings, your favorite snacks, skin care products and some makeup products.

You absolutely love the dinner your vampire lover prepared for you the atmosphere he created with the roses, candles along with the fireplace in the background crackling. After the wonderful dinner and a bottle of wine shared between the two of you, you both were in your shared room, he had you pushed up against the your dress pushed up with you legs wrapped around his waist, the bother you having a heated make out session. The next moment he has you on your shared bed, the both of you naked, he thrusting into you, his mouth on your breast sucking on it. With your permission he bites your neck his fangs puncturing as he drank your sweet blood as he fucked you. Pulling away from your neck slightly licking the slight blood he murmurs out to you, “you’re absolutely perfect my love, Happy Valentine’s Day”.

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Your Minotaur lover, this sweet gentle giant had no idea what Valentine’s Day was before getting in a relationship with you, but now he absolutely loved the holiday as for him the holiday was made just for you, that morning he cuddled you happily, gently kissing your neck as his large hands roamed over you body, gently gripping your soft flesh, murmuring softly, “I love you, happy Valentine’s Day”

It was afternoon as you were at the entrance of your shared cave home cooking some meat and roasted vegetables for lunch as you hear his steps as he returned your turn to him and see and flower crown he had made for you, you smile softly as you loved it. Wearing your flower crown, you both ate and spent the day by the river stream. You both laid on a fur blanket resting from swimming as your lover gently caresses your form.

Once the sun was setting your Minotaur lover takes you home to your shared cave home, walking past the entrance/kitchen area and past the vine like curtains into the open cave den, he walks around the privacy room divider and sets you gently down on the bed of furs. Beginning to kiss you as his hands undressed you. He pulls you to have your lower body off the bed, gently grinding his large cock against you awaiting entrance. Your Minotaur lover had a large stamina which you got used to over the course of your relationship with him, soon sitting against the headboard of the bed having you over him bouncing you along his length grunting softly and ears flicking ever so often as he watched you eagerly riding him. Leaning forward agianst his chest, sweaty and panting softly you feel his arms wrapping tightly around your body nuzzling his face into your neck murmuring sweetly, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweet flower”.

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Naga lover who lives in a temple in the outskirts of the village. From the first day of February you gushed about the whole day of Valentine’s Day, slightly hinting to your lover that as it was your first Valentine’s Day together as a couple you craved something cute, but to only receive his nonchalant hiss, on the day of Valentine’s Day you went to his temple in the morning hoping for at least some flowers and quality time to spend the day together but he wasn’t even home, laying on his bed you sigh sadly, ending up falling asleep.

As it was the afternoon you roll slightly on the bed as you felt something tickling your nose, and once again, slowly sitting up you stretch opening your eyes you look around letting a small gasp out, the marble pillars were covered with twisting vines with flowers on them, candles scattered around creating a warm ambience, vases of roses round the room, “Happy Valentine’s Day” your hear your naga lover speak lowly with a hint of blush on his face, turning to look at him you smile as he held a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your lover also set up a lavish bath for you to share together, the water warm, the scent of strawberries filling the room, the sound of the water fountain in the background.

Sitting over the silk sheets of his bed, your lover massaged rose petal scented body oil over your skin, kneading your muscles, slowly caressing the flesh of your thighs. With the soft hum of your voice your lover dips his head down kissing your thighs moving closer to where you craved him most, but moves to kiss your hip bone smirking at the slight sound of your protest. He then is continuing to kiss up to your chest, then to your lips, nestling his hips close to your own hips he begins to gently grind to coax his slit to open to reveal his two cocks to you. Letting out soft hisses he thrusts the larger of his lengths into you thrusting into the warmth of you, In the sweet embrace of you he lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, gently kissing at your thigh to then biting down at the feeling of your hand coming to jerk his other length. At the end of the passion he lays down on the bed, still hilted deep within you, his coils wrapping around you, absorbing the warmth you are, laying there in each others arms in a blissful silence he spoke out softly, “Hope I made up for making you think I wasn’t going to do nothing for you on this special day, Happy Valentine’s Day my precious warmth”.

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Your Dragon born lover who owns a jewelry shop in the city, he creates his own jewelry, and has a large variety of gems, on Valentine’s Day your lover keeps the shop closed wanting to spend the special day with you, he reserved a table for you both to have dinner, at a fancy roof top garden restaurant, as your getting ready your dragon born lover comes up behind you whispering how beautiful you looked as he then moved to gently put on a golden choker and shoulder chains decorated with the gem of your birth month. You gasp out softly as you look at the beautiful jewelry from the mirror, “you made this” you murmur softly. “One of a kind, just for you” your lover murmured softly to you turning you around his clawed hands on your hips, “Beautiful” he speaks out.

As the both of you sit at your table enjoying your meal, and each other’s company, you both relish at the fireworks that were released into the sky, the dinner was delicious, his gift beautiful, as you could only imagine the work he put into created the one of a kind design of the jewelry, but above all the fact of just spending the day with your lover was the best.

Back home in your shared room your lover gently removes your dress, as he speaks softly, “you know you looked absolutely beautiful with the your new jewelry, and with your pretty dress at dinner tonight, but now all I want is to see you riding my cock wearing the pretty jewels I made for you”. Smiling softly you move reaching up hugging you lover, kissing his jaw, Next moment he picks you up wrapping my legs around his waist move towards the bed, sitting down to have you straddle him. The heat of the night picks up as you both share passionate kisses, as he also nipped love marks over your chest and jaw. You gently push him back to lay on the bed grinding along his ridged and bumpy length, coating it with your arousal, gripping your hips your lover watched eagerly as you guided him into you, taking his large size fully. With the both of you letting out moans of pleasure, you begin with a gentle grinding movement, to a then more urgent bouncing pace. Your lover lets out sweet praises to you, watching your every movement, your jewelry slightly jingling.

At the end of your throes of passion with your lover, you settle down laying on his frame, both of you panting slightly, wrapping his warms around you he spoke, “gods I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day my treasure”.

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[monstersholygrail]

i'm a day late but it's fiiiiiiiine

Just got the thought of free use city x valentine's day and 😳

Ooooh and how I love you so much for asking!!!

Valentine’s Day in a Free Use City is possibly the most important holiday of the year. For one day it’s like the entire world stops and people can spend the day with their loved ones. Most businesses and companies give their employees the day off and FUCC (Free Use City College) cancels all classes.

If you think about trying to buy your partner any chocolate for Valentine’s Day then prepare for it to be most definitely filled an aphrodisiac. The week before the day all stores that get any kind of chocolate product buy the alternative product. And they sell out even faster.

Valentine’s Day is also the most profitable and busiest day of the year for the Free Use City. If you’ve run late or forgot about getting your partner a gift, you’ll find little to no luck getting a gift in the city. Everyone in FUC takes Valentine’s Day very seriously, its population planning for the day weeks if not months in advance. Stores sell out on stuffed animals and sex toys faster than you can blink.

It is also surprisingly, the quietest day of the year. Couples of all kinds rather at home or in one of the few establishments open on the day, so busy fucking each other’s hearts out there that it leaves the streets nearly empty. And for those single on Valentine’s Day, it’s never hard to find someone to spend the day with.

Anyone you happen across on the street would be more than willing to spend the day with you. Because for people in Free Use City, it’s not just about romantic love but about the need for connection and community.

Which also coincidentally leads to many organized orgies during Valentine’s Day. There will even be specified events held where people can come together and fuck. Everyone’s holes getting stuffed to the brim and filled with never ending cum. No one stopping until everyone is limp and satisfied. The entire group basking in the company and the heavy smell of sex and incense.

No matter where you go or what you do, in a Free Use City you’ll always end the day feeling utterly fucked out and undeniably euphoric.