#monsterfuckers unite!

[mooonbae]

The Shape of Water (2017)

dir. Guillermo del Toro

“My god, it’s not even human!” “If we do nothing, neither are we.”

[zooofgod]

Me when I try to hit that immortal creatussy

[mamayan]

Request: Male Minotaur Yandere x Female Human Childhood Sweetheart Reader

General Premise: Reader darling grew up as childhood friends with an adorable Minotaur neighbor. (She had to move away eventually and was unable to keep in touch with him, but they always remembered each other). He was really small and weak when he was young compared to other bulls of his species, so imagine her surprise when she meets him years later as an adult, and he’s fucking massive (in more ways than one…) He’s never letting her go again and is breeding/impregnating her constantly for the rest of her life. Making her his trophy wife/house wife too. (Sorry not sorry, I love babies and uxorious men who want nothing more than to seed me).

P.S. I feel like this man could either be like a farm boy…or like a rich, powerful man, who just confines reader to a large private island by Greece or something. Like…I’m so conflicted…

Also I love your stuff! Your sexy writing is the best and makes me go fish brain in the best way possible!

Love ,🧋🫖Anon

Oh my goodness 🧋🫖Anon—🫢♥️

Okay I wanna respond to this so you know I’m not ignoring~ This is so hot though?! I can’t do a full fic right now, but let’s do some headcanons cuz this has stewed in my brain.

NSFW under the cut!

Minotaur BF who you had to protect as children. Out in the country folk didn’t take kindly to those who were different, and as a human you felt badly your friend was being bullied by your own kind. Sure he wasn’t human, but his heart was kind and he was your friend! He was an outcast amongst his own too because he was a runt, treated badly every which way, except by you.

Minotaur BF who would hold your hand at night because he was scared of the thunder storms, who would cuddle up cutely beside you and sleep after you held him. He took to you like a little stray kitten, reliant on your kindness and friendship like a life raft.

Minotaur BF who nearly lost his mind when you left home, unable to comprehend why you would leave him. Didn’t you know he needed you? It wounded his soul but he comforted himself with your promise to come back. You had too after all.

Minotaur BF who sprouted up to nearly double the size of his peers. He’s not little anymore and doesn’t need you to protect him, it’s others who should worry for themselves. He’s not scared of crushing skulls if they push too far or intrude on his land. He’s a simple farmer after all, he just doesn’t like trouble.

Minotaur BF who rejoices when you return, even more beautiful and grown up. Who adores your shocked expression because he towers over you now, and he wants you to praise him for growing so well. Now he can protect you, provide for you, care for you, breed you.

Minotaur BF who won’t let you leave back to your big city again. You said you’d come back, why would he let you run away again? Your tears won’t sway this monster, and you aren’t strong enough to resist his gentle but firm hold on you. You won’t be going anywhere but his bed. You’d better get comfortable, because this big male wants you in every way.

Minotaur BF with an enormous cock that trumps whoever or whatever toys you used in that big city away from him. Your cute cunt won’t be able to take him without an absurd amount of prep, and he’s more than happy to put that work in for you. His wide long tongue swirling inside of you, glossing you up in spit and saliva and making an absolute mess of your lower body. His big fingers prying your little hole open to stretch, making you cum until you pass out and waking again being spearing on his wiggling muscle as he devours you. He’s not afraid to slip his tongue further to your tight ring of muscle and lick there either, he’s ready to worship every inch of your body.

Minotaur BF who can cook, making you the most mouth watering home made meals with ingredients he grew or slaughtered, because he wants you healthy and happy for when he breeds you. 

Minotaur BF who is still the sweetest and most considerate as long as you don’t try to leave. Who wants to spoil you endlessly and fill your womb with hot sprays of his cum because you look too cute like that. You want that dress, game, etc.? He’ll get it for you, don’t you worry. He’s got you covered, literally. :3

Minotaur BF who finally gets your tight little hole to fit all of him, it took a lot of work and energy but when you’re drooling and fucked out on his meaty rod, it satisfies something primal in him. He fucks you slow and gently, because you can’t handle him entirely yet, but he loves you dearly anyway. He’s all to happy to take you apart slowly, rubbing your clit while you cream his cock and lower half with your arousal and release as he lightly rocks his hips. It still leaves you reeling, even the act of him pulling out slowly takes your breath away, has you clawing at his chest or horns and mewling.

Minotaur BF who pumps you so full of cum it’s like a solo bukkake porno, the level of fluid he releases in one orgasm unimaginable. You feel him filling you up because he’s overflowing from your womb and out, making a mess that only spurs him on to do it again. It leaves him wild and lubricates you up to take him again, his swollen balls ready to take on the task.

Minotaur BF who will intentionally replace your birth control with placebos, because he dreams of having a family with you as soon as possible.

Dividers/ @benkeibear

[bittersweet-mojo]

First time I remember feeling anything

[proshippers-against-censorship]

help what do I do if I’ve started being attracted to fictional creatures

I don’t like earthen animals at all never have tbh but creatures of sonaria has got me into a CHORKEABODLD

heHELP my frienfs think I’m a zoo freak I do. Not have a parpahilv disorder ily anticontact zoos s.tay safe

HELRP EM

Wanting to fuck a pixel dragon is not included under the definition of zoophile.

You're fine.

[weremonsterteeth]

werewolf who insists on undressing you and trying to carefully undo each hook of your corset whimpering in frustration as their massive claws struggle with the tiny clasps until fuck it the damn thing is shredded, falling away from your body as your lover delivers promises to find you a new one amidst rough lapping and nipping at your chest

[spiraledfaun]

frantically searching "hot dragons in your area"

gotta stay... warm during these winter months 🥵

[raapija]

VENOM POSTER AND TITLE IN PRIDE MONTH, YESSSSS ❤️❤️❤️❤️🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

[beril66]

OH.MY.GOD I'd let him flay me anytime! As long as I can be used as a cape!

kitty and ouppy oltyx/yenekh + flayer trazyns i did during class today. i havent been able to draw anything polished in a year but at least the style im currently limited to lends itself really nicely for drawing necrons, flayers especially

[urban-troutfitters]

Still not over this,btw.

I literally posted my selfie as an anon answer not 4 days ago and then get absolutely train wrecked by the Godzilla post today.

Paired with the fact that I’m 6ft tall??? Baby, I’m your dream girl if your dream girl is a tall mutant lizard. I will wreck your whole city.

[gretchenzellerbarnes]

i get that 3 body problem is pretty fuckin' bleak (novels and netflix series alike) and there are all these different factions of humanity based on how they want to solve the problem of an alien race travelling 400+ years in space to exterminate us all but. my dude. my pal. my sibling in christ. where. are the monsterfuckers?

[latent-thoughts]

@dangertoozmanykids101 I'm kinda surprised you didn't come up with GiantOctopus!Loki. 👀

Tentacles...🐙🦑

Big Beasts Narrated by Tom Hiddleston!

Today's beasts: Octopuses!

#hiddlestoners #hiddles #tomhiddleston #hiddlesarmy #hiddleston

[all-or-nothing-baby]

monsterfuckers not only fucking their monsters but also gently cradling an unlovable paw/claw/tentacle etc in their kink-shamed and shunned-from-society-yet-still-ever-loving hand

[cupiditas-and-ao3]

Introducing the werewolf lesbian herself: Talia

Content warning: alcohol and nicotine, mentions of a recent breakup, light dom/sub, surprise werewolf

Your friends dragged you to the bar. It’d been a rough break up. She’d taken everything, even the cat you’d rescued together, and moved out the week before Thanksgiving at your parents. And you’d spent the month wallowing in bed when you weren’t forced to go to work. So your friends staged their rough equivalent of an intervention, forced your ass into some ripped jeans and a flannel, circled your eyes with racoon eyeliner like it was the early 2000s, and slapped dark red lipstick on you. Your favorite shade. 

Then they dragged you out into the cold and slushy snow/rain hybrid that had been your emotional landscape made manifest for the holidays, stomping your boots through puddles of half melted ice and snow and road salt. You regretted not making them stop for you to find your jacket. The flannel was hardly enough to keep out the weather, even with the shitty black umbrella they brought and huddled you under. You hadn’t wanted to put that much care into it. 

“It’s a really cool band, they go absolutely fuckin feral,” one of your friends was assuring you. 

The bar was a rundown tavern that you’d play pool at. They had karaoke on Wednesday nights and bands in on the weekend. Not good bands. You’d never seen anything polished there, but you liked that. You had hundreds of napkin scribbled setlists with a few phone numbers you’d never called and lipstick stains you’d never tasted. You didn’t do hookups with locals and you didn’t do relationships with punk bands. Which left the clientele and acts largely off limits. 

Until you looked up at the bar and saw a woman with plaited black hair and gold rings binding the locks together, a cigarette in one hand and a tumbler of whiskey in the other. She glanced at you, winked with a smile that showed a very sharp overgrown canine, downed the drink and walked out. You couldn’t help but stare as she swayed cut off daisy dukes over two layers of fishnets through the empty bar to the door. 

Your friends laughed at you. Lesbian-itis, they called it, moving on to the first hot girl that gave you the time of day. You almost followed her out before you remembered you were miserable, quit smoking for your girlfriend - or rather your ex, and didn’t have a jacket.  

You scowled into the drink they insisted you get - “Something fun! Something fruity! Not just Dark and Stormies and Stouts, gods you’re so cliche” - and set your determination to brood through the night. 

And then the band started. It started thrumming, a drum beat hitting a steady rhythm into the bass drum and just brushing against the cymbals. It started slow for the “feral” energy you’d expected. But it was so rhythmic and the bar noise dulled to a low murmur in an almost hypnotic feel. The drummer started a hum. Melodic, even soothing. Waved for the crowd to join in. The crowd came alive with the noise of humming, of melodies wordless and haunting through barely parted lips. Then the guitar came in with a ripped power cord that burst electricity through your spine. You hadn’t realized you were swaying to the drum and singing the low melody until your friends dragged you from your bar stool of sadness and into the crowd. The tingling remnants of the guitar’s introduction along your spine made you feel otherworldly as you pushed through the crowd to stand in front of the stage. 

The bass guitarist came out with a howl that was echoed by screams in the crowd. A leg clad in fishnets kicked inches above your head and landed on the stage in front of you. It looked much longer from the angle you stood at now than when it had walked away from you. 

With her screaming entrance the beat picked up until it was stomping through the stage into the now bouncing crowd. The bassist screamed into the mic about how beautiful the moon looked reflected in your eyes, how the forest was calling all the witches and the bitches and the fags, how you needed to run and run and run. And it felt like she was talking to you. Just you. 

The song rolled to an end. In an accent that was more lyrical than you’d ever heard in the shitty suburb you lived in she shouted to the crowd. 

“How ya doin tonight?” 

Your friends shoved you as she gazed into your soul. One of them leaned in and whispered “She’s Greek, isn’t that accent divine?” and you couldn’t feel your flush over the heat rushing through your body.

The crowd coursed back and she seemed to become even more alive with the noise, almost vibrating through it. The hair on her legs and arms stood straight up like she’d been shocked and she shook her hair like a mane. 

“Hell yeah, give it up for my man on the drums!” 

The screams shook the rafters. You didn’t hear the name. You didn’t hear the guitarists’ intro. You barely heard the beginning of her intro. 

“Calm down, baby, you’ll miss the important part,” she murmured huskily with the mic against her lips. The feedback and deep near-growl of her voice sent a charge through your spine, and through the spine of near everyone in the crowd you’d guess by the sudden silence. 

“I’m Talia on bass and singing just for you tonight,” the stillness of the bar felt like a breath held. 

She met your gaze again. Winked. 

And it was fucking over for you. 

Two hours later, after her set, she slammed you into the door of the bathroom stall. One hand in your hair, the other holding a lit cigarette to her lips. She dragged in a breath, pressed your hips to the metal door with her body, and pulled your hair until your lips were close enough to feel the heat from the tip of the cigarette. She moved it to the side and breathed out the cloud of smoke into your face. You breathed it in deeply. It felt like a ritual, like inhaling her personal incense. She locked her lips to yours and you could taste the nicotine and tar on her tongue. And fuck her teeth were sharp, they scraped at your bottom lip. The piercing on her tongue tapped the roof of your mouth gently. She breathed in the air from your lungs and let you go with a nip that felt close to drawing blood.  

You saw fucking stars on the graffitied and water damaged ceiling of the bar’s bathroom. 

“You want me to fuck you here, gorgeous?” her tongue rolled the words into something between a growl and a purr. 

You nodded, breathless and hypnotized as she blew smoke rings into you. Show off. 

“Need to hear the words, Kitten” 

You whimpered at the pet name. 

“Fuck me. Here. Now,” you breathed each word like it took all the air in the room to say. As an afterthought you added, “Please?” 

“Since you asked so nicely,” she winked. 

The cigarette dropped, half smoked, to the ground and she stamped it out under her boot. You expected her to be as aggressive and fast as when she’d pulled you into the bathroom and dragged you into the stall. Instead she was all soft hands against your chest, tugging buttons apart like she did it for a living. Your breath pushed your nipples against her wrists while she tugged open your flannel shirt. She tugged your bra under your breasts, the material pushing them up into the cold air. 

“Pretty,” she commented in that rasp of post-screaming, her finger flicking the ring through your right nippple and tugging on it till you gasped. 

Her mouth locked around it, tip of her tongue flicking the ring, careful to keep her piercing from getting trapped in yours. Her hands made quick work of your jeans, tugging open the zipper and button and then stroking through the soft curls of hair you regretted not shaving before you left. 

“Fucking phenomenal,” she muttered against your skin as she kissed a path across your chest from one nipple to the other. 

She shoved your jeans down before she latched onto your other nipple. One freed hand toyed with your abandoned nipple, pebbling and hard in the sudden cold after the warmth of Talia’s mouth. The hand in your pants stroked through your folds, catching the slick of your arousal that had been pooling since you met her at the bar counter. 

You buried one hand in her hair, tangling into the plaits and holding her against you. Your other hand grabbed her bicep, feeling the muscle flex under your grip. Show off. 

You pulled her arm, begging her to bury her fingers deeper, to press more forcefully, to hurry the fuck up. But she kept her slow, reverent, and soft pace, caressing you like a work of art. 

“Fuck me please,” you begged, more whine in your voice than you wanted to ever be heard giving. 

“Needy, Kitten,” she chastised. 

She pulled her hand from your pants to your groaning complaint and pulled you to sit on the tank of the toilet. The porcelain was cold under your bare skin as she dragged your pants lower to your ankles. She straddled the closed lid of the toilet and spread your knees. Your jeans kept your ankles together, no mater how desperately you tried to spread wider. Those fucking boots kept them from coming off. You wished she’d tear them in half. 

Your brain went silent from wishes and regrets as she dove in between your thighs. As her tongue piercing tap-tap-tapped on your clit and you came screaming around her. Your thighs shook hard as she kept sucking and licking, as she growled and pressed her hands against the inside of your thighs and dug her claws in. Claws? 

You looked down to find her a little hairier. A little more pointed. A little more… tailed? A dark brown tail wagged from where it had pushed down her daisy dukes. Wolf-like ears grew out of her head. And the sounds she made as she buried her tongue in you were more like snarls than moans of desire. 

You came around her mouth again, screaming in a mix of fear, arousal, and pleasure. She fucked you with her tongue, pulling two more screaming orgasms from you while you buried your hands in her hair- fur. You pulled her into you, urged her on, bucked your hips into her face. Until you could barely move. Until your friends were banging on the door telling you the bar was closing. That the whole block could hear you. 

Talia pulled from you, muzzle - she had a fucking muzzle - shining with your cum. Her tongue, that sparkling metal ball of steel blurring in your crossed vision, wiped along her chin. 

“Should’ve known better than to hook up the night before a full moon, that’s my bad,” she chirped, cheerfully. 

“You’re a fucking werewolf?” the words fell from your lips.��  

[brightlotusmoon]

[oddmawd]

i've already taken a poll to see which canon man you want featured as the lead in the next story, but i'm curious about what kinds of monsters people want, too!

EDIT: ok it's my fault for listing were-beast as an option but i do want to remind everyone that i've already written a werewolf story for this series LMAO....idk if people just want another??? or don't realize one already exists?? but either way here it is, enjoy: The Beast Inside

the OCCULT PIECE series (read it here) already features a werewolf!Zoro smut story, a demon!Doflamingo smut story, and an in-progress Eldritch Abomination!Book smut story for your enjoyment