#Wlw monsters

[cosmicalienmeltdown]

Alien gf x cow/minotaur gf....is this anything?

[metalichotchoco]

Robot vampire and plant werewolf gfs

[anonychurchmouse]

Unnamed Inspiration WIP

So I'm a huge fan of @specsthesecond , the mind behind Mimic Madness over on her original blog. Inspired to the point of wanting to continue the story! Here's a WIP I have going, please let me know what you think! MDNI, it is suggestive after the read more and is going to be written into porn with slight plot.

The day that you’d met your best friend had changed your life. Of course, having someone to share interests with was always a net positive. However, your idea of bonding hadn’t followed the typical interests of most women your age. No, your favorite way of making memories with your best friend was chasing pleasure with the group of gnolls that had carted you both away. Living amongst them hadn’t been all too terrible, especially since you weren’t alone at the bottom rung of their pack’s ladder. Maelwyn, your best friend, had been helping you take on the voracious appetites of the pack. Outside of this, your life was yours to do as you pleased. After a suggestion that you revisit your old stomping grounds, you eagerly set out behind the tall woman. Following Maelwyn out from the pack’s huddle, your eyes danced over her figure. She’d always been the more daring one out of the both of you. From the way her thin lips pulled into a grin as a beast pushed into her waiting body to the sweet sounds of her cries reverberating across the cavern walls, the woman had been on your mind heavily lately. As if sensing your gaze, Maelwyn looked back to you with a playful grin. 

“Who’re you hoping for today?” She remarked, pulling you out of your reverie. Her pace slowed, allowing you time to catch up to her side. As you mumbled a halfhearted response, her laughter echoed in the space surrounding you both. “You haven’t worn that option out?” Maelwyn scoffed teasingly, bumping your hip with hers. “I’d be ready for something new at this point.”

You weren’t sure what caused your reaction. Perhaps it was her teasing observation that you’d been favoring the erratic fucks of imps instead of the bullying thrusts of orcs. Maybe it was the irritation that had sat heavy in your gut whenever the two of you were compared. Or perhaps, ultimately, it was the fact that the look on her face as she came had been burned behind your eyelids when you’d rather have her skin under your hands. Whatever it was, it had your limbs acting before you could even process your half-baked ideas. Pulling her into a grotto just off the gnoll den, your hand held her wrist against the cold stone wall. Unlike the space around you both, you were only heating up. “I am…not the same as you.” The grit in your voice hadn’t been there moments ago, causing Maelwyn’s eyes to widen in shock. Seeing her response to your actions only had your heart racing faster, blood pumping through every vein in your body. Since the gnolls had taken both of you in, you’d been compared to the ‘other human girl.’ Despite not leaning into this herself, Maelwyn didn’t have to try hard to set herself aside from you. Her hunger for your captors seemed to supersede your own, earning her their favor. It felt like being the last one to be picked at your village's celebratory dances. All of that built up frustration seemed to drive your words. Taking a step closer to her, your full body pinned hers further into the wall. “I can’t even begin to describe how different we are.” Your words rumbled in the space between your chests, raising and lowering with each shallow breath. Taking in the woman before you, it was a moment before you noticed the intensity of her gaze. Maelwyn’s stormy eyes were watching you closely. Such a show of fiery confidence was not the norm for you. Watching you go through the motions that the gnolls did made the corners of her thin lips curl up into a playful smile. Usually, the sight of her smile made you pause, wanting to take a moment to bask in its warmth. This time, however, it just made you feel more infuriated. Grabbing her wrist roughly, you snarled as her body was tugged closer to your own. How dare she laugh at you. Not hearing anything other than the rush of blood in your ears, the frustrated growl that left your throat was for Maelwyn alone. 

Catching sight of your captor's marks against her neck, you moved decisively. Pressing your blunt teeth into the same grooves that the gnolls had carved out so nicely, you took pride in the shuddering groan Maelwyn sent ricocheting into the grotto. Adrenaline, pure and unceasing, thrummed in you. A soft ‘more’ fell from your friend, causing a needy groan to rattle out from behind your teeth. “Fine.” Despite your protests of the opposite, you knew Maelwyn's heart, and knew her loins stirred the same way yours did. You needed more than blunt teeth and desperate grinds against her muscled thigh to please her.

Looking over the grotto was more fruitful than you suspected. The monsters of this dungeon must use this space recreationally. Alongside the plinth that had been fashioned in the center of the small space, several hides were left stretching on wooden frames. Taking one of the stretched hides, you wrapped its coarse fur over your back. Feeling like this wasn’t enough, you spy the bony remains of what looked like a deer. In an instant, you donned it, allowing the long profile to obscure your own. “I’ll give you a fucking monster.”

[ill-written-god]

M | 527 | f/f human/demon | horror/fantasy elements idk | mating cycles

Susan took a step back before entering her flat but after double-checking the number, she walked in. When the door shut behind her, it cut off the hall light and wrapped her in pitch darkness. She slapped the light switch but the bulbs above her only buzzed before giving up. She sighed.

"Babe, you can't turn the whole place into your lair. We have a bedroom."

She could hear her girlfriend crawling up the walls, invisible in the dark.

"You'll be explaining the footprints to our guests next time," she grumbled, dropping the gym bag on the floor and extending her hands to somehow navigate her home. Judging by the soft fabrics against her arms, Lilith broke into the linen closet again.

As she stumbled towards the bedroom, the skittering footsteps followed above. Despite running into something every two seconds, the elaborate, at least room-wide pillow fort didn’t fall apart. She hoped it didn’t mean Lilith used her spit again. 

She finally reached her dresser, but almost lost her footing when a little demon jumped down from the ceiling. Regaining her balance, she continued with her search for a change of clothes, unfazed by what was a daily occurrence at this point. It took a long time to get used to, but the regular gym workouts helped with keeping them both upright.

Lilith’s limbs wrapped around her tightly, and her whole body started rubbing against her back. She weighed on Susan like she was trying to bring her down and her body was hot like a furnace, to an almost unpleasant point. The realisation hit her like an electric shot.

"Oh, is it this time of your cycle?"

Dating a demonic creature was an adjustment. While Susan had her periods, Lilith turned more feral every two months. Usually, that was when she'd turn the whole living room into a nest of blankets and pillows, the urge to create a safe, warm space taking over. She never fully understood how the mating cycle exactly aligned with that, but apparently, she was about to find out. 

"We can do that, just let me take a shower first."

Instead of a coherent answer, Lilith purred, sneaked her tail between her thighs and started rubbing at her in long, slow drags.

"Baby, I'm all sweaty," she protested with a sigh, while her thighs flexed.

She knew it wasn't a compelling argument, not when the previous cycle Lilith threw away all of her deodorants repeating "smell bad" over and over again.

To prove she wasn't bothered, on the contrary, Lilith let loose her tongue, dipping it between her sweaty breasts. Susan leaned her head back, feeling her resolve crumble.

"Alright, point taken, you nasty bitch," she chuckled, turning it into a moan when the tail pressed harder, its ridges easy to feel over the gym sweats. Her knees buckled and to avoid falling under the weight of her lover she collapsed onto their bed, thus sealing her fate. She became the main course for her lover while she licked her body clean chanting, “Mate, mate, mate,” in a lustful frenzy. Starting the first round of a long weekend spent in their lair.

[may12324]

Recently I had the joy of reading "A Ballad for Slayers and Monsters" by Rita A Rubin , and I enjoyed it a bunch! I'm excited for you all to meet these two hotties, it comes out in April! Lets just say, its like The Witcher, but its sapphic 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[sutexii]

🐍💕 ✦ Commission

[bunnis-monsters]

Female siren using readers pussy as an incubator for her eggs please?

Your lover cooed softly, nuzzling her face into your neck as her hand traced over your bulging belly.

“Thank you for keeping my young warm, my beloved…” she said in her smooth, elegant voice. “They are safe here, with you…”

You let out a little sigh, relaxing in the small pool of salt water. “I’d hope so, you’ve been keeping all of the predators away from this cave.”

She laughed, butting her head against your neck affectionately. “But of course… anything to keep you and our young safe…”

You tried not to look at the human skeletons littering the bottom of the pool, instead focusing on your girlfriend’s fingers playing with your sensitive clit.

“So lovely…” she purred, leaving kissing along your neck as one of her webbed fingers pushed into your needy cunt. “Even more lovely now that you’re carrying my eggs…”

She seemed to adore your chubby belly before, but went crazy over how it bulged with her eggs now. She cooed and fussed over you, licking your neck and cheeks affectionally before going back to pleasuring you.

“My sweetheart, all I could ever need…”

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[kittycarabiner]

does anybody else ever think about wlw monsters 🥺

monster women with thick/long fingers and tongues to prod into your sticky cunt

monster women with sharp teeth to nip at your thighs to keep you still beneath them

monster women strong enough to hold your weight mid-air while they fuck you with their tongue

monster women with huge cocks/straps, with spines, knots, veins, etc that rub against you and perfectly nestle into your g-spot

monster women who groan and grunt when you suck them off/eat them out after, tasting yourself on them. their clawed hands digging into your scalp, restraining themselves from bucking against your cute little mouth

monster women who purr and cuddle you up against their chest afterward, keeping you nice, warm, and content

- this post is 18+ wlw : minors/men dni -

[sapphicides]

vampire femme x werewolf butch is an incredible dynamic but i think we have failed to consider something equally wonderful: mermaid femme x pirate butch

[gallusneve]

[super-saiyan-dyke]

A Win for the Gays

[steemyart]

farcille

[wolvesbaned]

that’s a lot of wlwolves

[hum-tittle]

Am I aroace: Yes

Am I a lesbian: Also yes

Are all my fictional crushes nonhuman men???: For some reason also, yes??

Do I need help: Probably?

[skarpetaspodnapleta]

Without limits, without pauses, without mercy, from dusk till dawn, from dawn till dusk. From the kitchen to the garage, from the countertop where dishes topple over, to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, where every tremor echoes in the walls. From the walls bouncing back the moans, to the cabinets trembling from the rhythm of hips, from the bedroom mirror reflecting every tense muscle and every trace of fingers, to the shower where water mixes with sweat and saliva, soaking every surface—bodies, walls, and souls alike.

In every position, in every corner. Missionary with nails digging into your back, on top with hands gripping a throat, reverse cowgirl where the view alone drives you insane, doggy style with hips raised high, backwards, forwards, sideways, on the floor, on the table, pressed against the wall, on the couch where pillows are thrown to the ground. On the dining table that creaks under the weight, on the washing machine vibrating in sync with the movements, on the stairs where every thrust resonates like an echo.

Outside, where the cold air bites but the body burns. In the car, where windows fog up, and the sounds are muffled by honking horns. On the motorcycle, where balance is a challenge, on the back of a truck where every move feels forbidden. In the airplane, where silent desperation and tension rise, in the train where the sound of wheels merges with shallow, gasping breaths. In a tent, where the fabric trembles under the pressure of the rhythm, in a cave where every moan is amplified by the echo.

Every inch of skin, every curve, every nerve pushed to its limit. Fingers sliding across sweaty flesh, teeth sinking into lips, bite marks left on necks, shoulders, hips. Backs arching into impossible shapes, legs trembling from the tension, toes curling with every surge of pleasure. Breath quickened, shallow, broken by screams and moans that seem endless.

Moisture—on the sheets, on the floor, on bodies, on hands moving with reckless abandon. Saliva dripping, bodies shaking, tears streaming from overstimulation. Skin pulsating under touch, muscles tense to breaking, knees buckling under the weight of ecstasy. The walls shake with sound, the floor vibrates with energy, the air thick, electrified, so dense it feels like breathing is a challenge.

From walls to mirrors, from balconies to floors. Legs spread, hands tied, bodies synchronized in a rhythm that speeds up, slows down, explodes. Standing, lying, sideways, on the back, on the stomach, kneeling, with hips raised, with a hand tightening around a throat, with nails leaving trails on your back. By the window, where the outside world becomes an uninvited voyeur, in the elevator, where every sound reverberates, on the beach, where sand invades every crevice.

To the edge, to the point of losing all sense of reality. Moans so loud they seem to tear through the silence of the universe. Orgasms so deep they make you lose connection with the ground. Trembling legs, ringing ears, a pulsing heart that feels like it’s about to explode. The world blurs into a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, every muscle giving out, every nerve vibrating, every breath an effort. And then again—and again. Until the very end, until everything inside you shatters into pieces, only to be reborn anew.

[verdantmeadows]

MONSTER HIGH PRIDE 2025 AND ITS COVER REVEALS WE STAY WINNING

Quote via editor Riley Farmer:

Plot teaser:

(Source link via Comics Beat) (Also link to Riley Farmer's Twitter announcement, @/bonesbunns's Tumblr and Instagram posts of their cover)