#monster romance books

[pechirojo4]

I have wanted to draw Orpheus since I read the book but until now I had time, I love him he's my fav! I will try to draw the rest 🫶🏻💙

[pinkrdragon7]

i am nothing if not a monster romance fan honestly

[monstersmutstickerclub]

Stickers from Sticker Drop 02: Beasts from the Abyss!

Some had to be censored, but you can visit the official website to see them in their full glory!

[how-bout-i-tell-you-anyway]

ok, i'm just going to say it. there's a reason that some of us like reading monster/alien romance just as much as maybe even more than regular romance.

and no, it's not about the supernatural dicks (at least not for me).

in short, it's about respect. obviously, the monster/alien comes from a place somewhere other than human society on planet Earth. because of that, he is completely ignorant of the sexist bias inherent in our society. (and by inherent i mean literally trained into us since birth and embedded in every aspect of our society)

sometimes the monster's views are more misogynistic — but in those stories the heroine manages to change his views by earning his respect as they navigate their inter-special differences (aka, he learns and fixes himself).

usually, the monsters believe strongly in equality between the sexes, and they are often shocked and horrified if/when they learn of how human men treat their partners. [and yes, i know some of them are over-the-top protective to the point of being controlling, but even then it's because they view the heroines as someone to continuously be protected, cherished, and respected.]

TLDR: it's an escape into a romantic fantasy where the love interest is GUARANTEED to be a good partner because he literally could never think to harm, insult, or disrespect the heroine

[zacwuv]

Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content and is not intended for individuals under eighteen years of age || Disembodied curious limbs / Self Insert (second person/reader POV); edging; D/S dynamics; being restrained || 15k words

Please do not repost / reuse / reproduce

You’re in a dream.

Everything is dark around you. You lie on your back, staring up at nothing. You feel a gentle breeze on your naked body. Despite it all, a state of calm anticipation tingles across your skin.

Gentle hands appear before you, and caress up your ankles to your knees. The darkness is so thick that you can't see past the wrists; the rest blurs into nothing. They thumb at your knees and press down into the skin of your thighs. You sigh. It feels nice, like a little massage.

The hands continue dragging their fingers across your skin, sliding up and down, and slowly but surely separating and bending your legs up. A little ball of excitement has been growing in your stomach; no words have been said, but you know somehow that if you be good, you'll be rewarded.

The next time the hands travel upward, they continue to the crease of your thighs. You close your eyes at their gentle pressure as they circle your hips and stomach, then grip the inside of your thighs and spread your legs farther.

Your breaths are coming quicker, now. Your fingernails drag quietly against the ground, twitching for something to hold on to, but there's nothing. The hands tease the skin around your mound, until finally, one hand gently taps its way across your labia, and spreads it.

You're wet. The slides of fingers, teasing gently up and down your folds, almost tickles, but makes you shiver. A tiny moan escapes you, but in the darkness, it's loud, and echoes back at you. You fling your hand up to bite on your wrist, and continue to dig your nails into the ground with your other hand. You can't help the small twitches your hips are making. You wish, God you wish, one of the movements would bring a finger to your clit, but the hands stay teasing just on the outside, dragging your wetness and massaging your skin.

You whine around your wrist, and again, the sound echoes back. You flush deeply in embarrassment. You can't help it. You want to grab the hands yourselves and grind against them, relieve some pressure, but you remember the unspoken words.

Be good. You'll be rewarded.

You let yourself further relax to enjoy the ride. You let your hips continue their tiny movements, and sigh.

As if waiting for this, a finger enters your wet pussy. It goes slowly, but consistently, in and out, in and out, in and -

Such minor attention, but it has your legs shaking already. It's more, but not nearly enough. The finger twists as it exits, and curves at such a delicious angle, and your toes curl and you whine another time. You bring your free hand to your left breast and twist your nipple between your fingers; sweet sparks travel down your body to join the tension building in your stomach.

A second finger is added, and you moan louder and arch your back to thrust your pelvis down, wanting them deeper and faster. The fingers move with you though, knuckle deep inside you, and you achieve neither goal. The other hand gently caresses your thigh and hip, and lets you make your desperate thrusts, but the finger stays fully sheathed. The fingertips begin tapping inside of you and blessedly provide shallow thrusts for you to move against, and the sounds of your wetness rings loud in the darkness, and you're so embarrassed, so excited, that you must be bruising your hand with the strength of your bite.

A touch on your right breast startles you, and you moan as a third mystery hand squeezes and massages the flesh. A fourth hand appears at your knees, and spreads your legs farther out and up, spreading you so wide that it aches. The fingers inside you pick up momentum, lengthening the thrusts, almost completely leaving you empty before thrusting back in. It's a steady and heady pressure, and you clench your eyes closed tighter and whine as your body's shakes grow stronger.

A fifth hand rips your own wrist from your mouth, and holds it down above our head. Your shocked gasp invades the space, and the only thing louder now than your own cries is the sound of your wetness, practically dripping onto the floor.

"Oh God, oh god," you start to chant, and a sixth hand takes your other hand and gives it to the fifth to hold both, then returns to your other breast. Both of them are now grabbed, squeezed, plucked, pinched, twisted, and your head flings side to side as the sparks are so strong that you don't know if you want to evade or encourage.

Your legs are spread so wide and held so far out that you can't even attempt to thrust against the fingers anymore. The ministrations have quickened, and that delicious twist outward has your legs trembling and stomach twitching against the pressure building inside of you.

"More," you beg. "Please. Please, more. Please."

Still no words have been spoken, but something rings clear in the air: you've been good.

Seven, and eight, and nine, possibly ten, hands appear - you can't keep track. They glide across all your skin, hold you down, massage and slap. Two fingers enter your mouth and thrust against your tongue, and you suck on them desperately. One hand grips the back of your head, the drag of fingernails sending a delicious shiver down your spine. They tug on your hair just enough for you to cry out, which turns a shiver into a physical twitch of more, please, more, more -

A third finger is added inside your pussy, and the fingers in your mouth spread out across your tongue, keeping your mouth wide. Your moans echo so loudly that you don't recognize yourself.

The slap slap slap of the fingers fucking you is still the only noise that challenges your own. You can feel yourself dripping down your ass. The thrusts get short, fast, hard, and then - an eleventh hand slides its fingers up the wetness of your pussy and presses quick, tight, heavenly circles on your clit.

That's all you needed. You cum so hard and so suddenly that you're screaming into the void, your entire body twitching within the confines of hands that seem to be holding you down at every inch of your body. The hands at your pussy don't stop. If anything, they continue with renewed vigor, and you don't even have a moment to feel the high of such an intense orgasm - another one is building, and you sob out desperate breaths and moans from the onslaught of touches. Your body is quaking, and the next crest is building so intensely that when the hand slaps your clit, it washes over you again in shock, and you scream yes, yes, please, yes amidst your already frantic moaning and cries.

A hand appears to gently squeeze at your throat; it doesn't hinder your voice. You have a feeling whatever it is out there, it enjoys hearing you beg.

Your legs are lifting higher above you, your knees practically at your shoulders, and another hand joins to periodically slap your ass, which is certainly the cause of your third orgasm. The fingers ride the orgasm out, still thrusting inside of you and not giving you a chance to breathe until it's finished.

The fourth orgasm is during the wind-down, possibly an accident. The hands have loosened their rougher holds and you're being touched so lovingly as fingers still play with your pussy that you can't help the wave of gentle pleasure that still builds even as they slow. Your body is massaged as the fingers twist your clit playfully, and this orgasm slips your entire mind from reality and is dragged on and on from the continued circling and thrusting of the fingers. You may actually still be having it, gasping at the darkness still moments later; or your body just feels that fucking incredible, as if tiny stars are exploding against your skin.

One by one the hands slip away from you. Your breathing slows, your body is limp, and the two hands that first started with you gently caress their way up your body and cup your face in their palms. A thumb grazes your cheek sweetly. You smile, but there are no eyes to look into, so you close your own and give into the sweet feeling with a deep sigh.

You startle awake, confused, then sit up with a gasp. You're in your own bed. Flinging the blankets to the side, you slip your own hand into your pajama bottoms.

You're soaked.

But God, you feel satisfied. Gentle tingles still glide across your skin, and when you place a fingertip to your clit, it's too sensitive.

You fall back against your bed and stare in wonder at your ceiling.

Well. You look at your phone. Ten o'clock.

Maybe…

Your fingers gently travel down your body.

…it's time for a mid-morning nap.

End.

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[djrusso-romance]

The Femme Fatale Monsters, from my book series (I am currently working on book 3 right now!) I LOVE working with real artists because I wind up with amazing results like these, and because they deserve to eat, too. Artwork done by Yssa Kai. If you'd like to check out the books the art belongs to, you can! From left to right: Nick and Oona. An ex-m-f-a guy is saved when he's "taken care of" (aka tossed into a lagoon with his hands and legs bound) and Oona, the lagoon monster who lives there, saves him and takes him back to her home to treat him like her new pet. Byron and Faith: A demon climbing the corporate ladder must meet her quota or get sent to the dreaded Pit for eternity. She decides to lure in unsuspecting executives with a candy shop across the street from their office. Hilarity (and spice) ensues.

What's your favorite monster that you'd like to see a female version of? Ever since I got back from Universal Studios in Florida my imagination has been running wild with the possibilities.

[franticvampirereads]

This was absolutely hilarious! I loved every minute of Brie and Felix being menaces together. I loved the easy banter they had and the ways they just fit together. I loved that even though Felix got hit with a love potion, he was just so gone for Brie from the first moment he laid eyes on her. It was really sweet! I also loved getting to see how all the demons and humans are getting along and adjusting. This book had me laughing and smiling the entire time I was reading it, and it’s getting a solid five stars! I can’t wait to read the next one. 😊

Bonus photos of some of the flowers from my garden:

I have no idea what type they are (they came in a wildflower seed mix), but the orange one is so neon orange that my phone had trouble focusing on it 😂

[dearratroi]

Literally Ice Planet Barbarians

[authorashraven]

YALLLLLLL IM SCREAMING

After months of keeping this a secret, I can finally share that The Librarian of Souls has gotten a NEW ILLUSTRATED COVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rowan Woodcock fucking blew me away with this one. I just stare at my pretties all day now.

If you'd like your own version of this, you can buy the ebook on Amazon or ask your local bookshop to order you a copy.

I'm hoping sometime in the new year to also have signed editions of the new paperback available on my website. 🙏

[jasmynmorning]

A Queer Dark Fantasy Romance by Jasmyn Morning

Book 1: "The Shadowbearer's Curse"

🖤 Why Choose? (M/M/M)

🖤 Bi4Pan

🖤 Grumpy/Sunshine

🖤 Forbidden Love

🖤 Reluctant Allies

🖤 Who Hurt You?

+ MORE!

:: Coming September 23rd ::

* Available worldwide at most online book retailers

www.jasmynmorning.com

[aur3olin]

I’m in Love with Mothman by Paige Lavoie! 💕🖤

Super cute and easy read. City girl throwing herself into a small town and getting away from the world. Hot mothman that thinks she’s pretty.

Def recommend in general as a cozy romance but also as a palate cleanser after reading a disturbing splatterpunk horror book lol

Unc3nsor3d artwork on my Patr3on

[monstersmutstickerclub]

Introducing Sticker Drop 03: Midnight Affair's second sticker: "Vampire Feeding"! 🧛🏼‍♂️👅

We'll be revealing one sticker every day until they're all out, so stay tuned! 👀

Order Sticker Drop 03 here:

[agender-wolfie]

When you’re looking for physical Transmasc/Non binarymasc monster romance books and you find some where the monster is hot but the main character is a cis female and she looks the same as all the others 😒

Like c’mon, y’all. Where’s the diversity? I shouldn’t have to fight to find myself in media when everyone else gets it for doing nothing but existing. The closest I can get is cis male stories but it’s not the same 😔

[zacwuv]

Two eerie flickers of light shine at you within the darkness of your closet.

Strange events are supposed to happen in your dreams, not just before getting into bed. You pause pulling back your covers and give the lights just enough of your attention for it to speak.

“Come…come here…”

Your bedroom lamps are all off, so everything is shadow, but you could swear that something is shifting inside like waves, urging you closer.

“Come, come…” it says.

You approach hesitantly. Did you fall asleep and not realize? Are you hallucinating? Did a ferbie, long since forgotten, get one last juice from old batteries and spring to life?

Your nightie inches up your thighs as you lower yourself to your heels and peer into the darkness. The odd shapes congeal together and long fingers reach towards you slowly until a large hand fully generates from the darkness.

Amazed, confused, and still not entirely sure you’re awake, you reach a hand towards it as well. Both hands pause an inch away from each other, yours the only one shaking.

Suddenly the hand surges towards you, and your heart leaps to your throat as the palm of it hits yours, and gives you a swift high five.

“Nice,” it says, pulling its hand back into the darkness. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

You were so startled that you fell on your ass, knees up to your chest. You stare unblinkingly, mouth agape, into your closet, seeing nothing with incredibly mixed feelings.

“Nice undiessss,” it hisses, then the darkness warps into the standard darkness you’re used to - just an empty closet.

Feeling a tad light headed, you say, “Thanks,” then pick yourself up and gently close your closet door.

(Currently writing a book and needed something silly lol feel free to give me prompts, I do mostly fantasy & monster romance)

[macktherat]

WHY CANT I FIND A MONSTERXHUMAN ROMANCE WITHOUT SMUT?!?!?!?! WHAT IF I WANT A CHANGE OF PACE AND JUST ENJOY A NICE ROMANCE???? BUT WITH BIG SCARY MONSTER????

[franticvampirereads]

This was a quick, fun and summery read. I really enjoyed the story but it felt a little...superficial? I’m not sure if that’s the right word for it. It just felt like there was something missing. But I did really like the characters! Jorah was so sweet and Quinn was really cool. I loved them together and I would love to explore the rest of the island and its inhabitants in later books. Washed Up With A Kraken is getting 3.5 stars.

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