#nsft insect

[puppysdummyaccount]

wuh woh...... buggy's got an egg problem....

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there's also an accompanying animation for this one

[monstersflashlight]

Okay, hear me out: Oviposition with your insect-morph or alien partner that can go either to a cnc/dubcon play space if you want, but like...reader slowly becomes addicted to being a broodmother. Bonus points if reader is a fembunny with strong breeding instinct? :3

A/N: Hi there! This was hella fun to write, I though it would make more sense not to make reader a bunny hybrid but hope this meets all your expectations, I personally think turned out pretty good. (Also want to recommend this Stardew Valley fic because it’s the first time I read brood-mother kink and it def changed my perspective). Enjoy!

Brood-mother

Insect-monsters x fem!reader || oviposition, free use, heavy dub-con, breeding, brood-mother kink, aphrodisiacs

You walked into that cave without idea, without knowing what the fuck you were supposed to do there. When the wizard hired you for a special mission, going as far as looking specifically for you because apparently you had everything he needed, you didn’t argue much. He said some cryptic stuff as he gave you instructions to walk into the cave and look for something, he only said you’ll know when you found it, and you, silly you, accepted. It was good money, and it seemed simple enough, even if the wizard was creepy as fuck and you didn’t even know what you were looking for.

You had been walking in the cave for less than ten minutes when you felt something against your back, and you fell face down to the ground. You didn’t have time to turn around, didn’t have time to react before you felt some slimy substance around your hands and ankles. It was disgusting and you tried to get it off but you couldn’t move, the substance pinned you down to the ground. You were panicking, unable to move in any direction… and then you felt it. It was like tiny pokes against your back, against your legs, and buzzing sounds that made you shiver. What was that?

You turned your head to the side in time to see a bunch of crawling-insects running in your direction, you were about to scream when something was shoved inside your mouth. You didn’t know what it was, but it tasted amazing and you latched to it, sucking strongly to get more of that substance. The reaction was fast, your whole body getting hotter as you felt the first insects getting to your body.

The tore your clothes off, your body being stripped as you groaned and moaned against the weird thing in your mouth, unable to scream, unable to stop sucking that sweet nectar that was driving you slowly insane. You barely remembered the words of the wizard when they said you would be prepared and ready when they arrived. What seemed cryptic at the moment made total sense when you realized they were preparing you for them, they were making sure you were fertile and breedable for them.

They needed a queen… and they found you.

That was your last thought before you felt something akin to a cock was shoved into your pussy without preamble. It felt weird, ridged and harder than a human penis, but it rubbed against your walls in a way that made your head dizzy with pleasure as you got wetter and wetter. It didn’t take long before you felt the appendage parting inside of you, the side pressing against your G-spot, the tip probing at your cervix before something was inserted into your uterus. An egg. They were laying eggs inside of you. You wanted to run away, to scream… to care. But it felt so good. It felt too good and your brain wasn’t even yours anymore, you could only think of pleasure and breeding, of being full of them so you could be their queen. Their real queen.

That cock was pulled out and another took its place, thrusting into your body without mercy as you squirmed in pleasure, your pussy convulsing as you came around it. Another egg was pushed inside you. And another dick shoved inside your dripping pussy. An egg. A dick. An egg. A dick. It was an intoxicating circle that drove your brain and body into a frenzy.

You’d never felt something like that, being at the complete mercy of creatures you couldn’t even name was making you aroused, aroused to the point of juices pooling under your body. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, but deep down you knew you were just perverted, and the fact that you were just a fuck-hole to breed for them… it made you hot. The idea that you will be pregnant with all their eggs… it made your clit tingle harder as another egg was pushed inside of you. It was intoxicating.

It continued for hours, they pumped you so full of eggs you felt about to explode, your stomach distended pushed your body into an awkward angle that only made your pussy more available for the next round. So many of them filled you, you lost count of how many eggs there could be inside of you. You came so many times you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.

But then the buzzing stopped. “Shush little explorer, I’ve sent them away, they already did their job… They found the brood-mother,” the creepy voice of the wizard resonated inside your half asleep brain as you felt the slimy restrains disappear and he took your body, too tired to fight back.

[hemipenal-system]

match made in heaven: trans girl who wishes she could get pregnant and Big Insect Girl

[talkyorgans]

bed bugs

[reptileyan]

moth boy is in your house and keeps wrecking the place and you think he's a demon but he's fluffy and he squeaks

For Anyshiptober 🎃

Cw nsft, mental illness, paranoia, religious trauma/fear of demons (reader is safeish but very afraid)

Also the darling monster in this is an adult, but short, cute, feral and referred to as such.

You've been ignoring it for days.

You only see it at home, sitting on your couch like it lives there. It doesn't speak. It chitters sometimes. You assume it doesn't exist, you've seen things that aren't there before.

But this one stays, and stays and stays.

It looks like a void. Or a moth. You don't look directly at it for a few weeks. And then you don't look at anything, because it shorts out the electricity by touching your favorite lamp, shattering the glass.

It shrieks, and you curl up on the floor. You've finally lost it. It's cold and dark. And something unreal is messing with you. Probably a demon, your paranoia about one finally finding you tearing your anxious heart to shreds. You can't move or cry.

Soft fluff presses up against you, panicked squeaks as it paws at you. Tears begin to fall, and you're shaking, and you just want to fall asleep. You can't live like this. You can't be alone, driven to madness, haunted or possessed or hallucinating in the cold dark.

You're being dragged across the floor, sharp tugs. Maybe it'll eat your soul or tear your heart out. It isn't very strong though. Oh yeah. You're heavy.

Monsters should be big, giant things that tower over you, growing as they feed on your fear. This one spends several minutes trying to hoist you up onto the bed. It gives up and drops you, gasps at the sound of your head hitting the floor, running its hands over your head. Satisfied with your condition, it skitters away. You hear shuffling, huffing as things are moved. Fabric against fabric. It spends a few minutes making what you figure is a portal to hell.

You are approached, and you brace for pain that keeps being delayed, your heart pounds so hard it hurts, your sobs returning. You are dragged again, lifted with great effort, and thrown onto a pile of pillows and stuffies and blankets. No portal opens. It's a nest.

The thing churrs as you lay there. And that's when you decide to move. Thrashing and screaming, managing to hit hardwood floors hard enough through the nest to break the skin on your knuckles. You can't hear its response over the screaming. Lighting appears, forms into chains that wrap around you, preventing further injury other than a mild shock. Not damaging, just strange, your hair standing up and you get a glimpse at its terrified face, eyes wide, feelers flat against its head, heavy breathing. Hyperventilating.

You don't calm down, you can't, until you nearly pass out. Exhaustion weighs you down, and the thing staggers over, hesitates, collapses in front of you. You manage to catch it before it hits the floor too hard, pulling it on top of you. It's so small against you, slight figure worryingly light, barely sinking into you. It's cold.

You draw a blanket over both of you. It sniffles. You take a stab in the dark, decide it's a boy. For no reason other than you decided to be a boy, and you like boys, and you'd prefer to have something in common. If it indicates it wants to be called otherwise, you'll call him something else. For now he doesn't seem to mind.

You breathe deep, shuddering sighs wrack your body. He follows suit. You gently, slowly, over several minutes, wrap your arms around it, waiting for noises that could mean panic or pain.

You get a soft churr, it grows louder as you stroke the fluff on its head. Fur. Mini feathers.

It feels nice.

Little lights appear in the air. Mini stars, crackling and burning out. Your companion turns over, cooing and pointing as if he doesn't know he's creating them. You ask quietly if he has fluff inside his head as well. He chitters, taps your face with his antennae. You flinch and the lights disappear, he curls up into himself, pulling away a bit. A few minutes of humming and petting, and a few return. Slowly, dimmer this time. Pretty still.

He wakes you to drag you to the window in a wild frenzy, gesturing at the sunrise, beaming and dancing when you look. Sharing the beauty with you.

You are tired, and want to sleep. But you can't, because he nudges you every time you lie back down, chirping and peeping. First playful, then bored, then worried, frantic as it shakes you with all its tiny might. So you have to get up, on a saturday, in the morning.

It's awful for ten minutes. Then you're having coffee, and cartoons are playing. The fluffy boy, your self designated shadow, happily perched on your lap, playing with your hair, running his hands over your body.

You sigh, deep and low, and he ruffles, gazing up at you with a smile, as he tugs at your shirt.

It takes him awhile to find a way underneath, but he's delighted when he does, sinking into your full chest, sweet chirps and churrs as he noses into you. You think he's fallen asleep, until he shifts, and starts to rock his hips into your belly. Something thick, and warm and velvet and slick prods against you, shoving its way into your belly fat, enveloped by you. He barely makes a sound for the first few moments, just pants. Then lights are everywhere and he is extremely loud, you're covering his mouth as he ruts into you and squeals with delight.

It doesn't occur to you to push him off, just to manage the noise and let it have his fun, the odd little thing is harmless enough. He cums within a minute and it's everywhere, copious amounts running down your chest and dampening his fluff as he nips and licks at you. Lovely.

The bath is the worst part, you don't get fully electrocuted, but you make a note to get a rubber hazmat suit or something.

He squeals indignantly, even after you wrap him in a dryer-warmed towel. Chuffing and stomping away to flop in the nest, you watch him go, and google what moths eat, and begin to draw a diagram indicating water plus electricity equals dead human.

It stomps back out before you can finish to chitter at you, climbing up your body, shivering. You decide he eats human food, and go back to your cartoons and blankets, mumbling an apology for daring to cleanse him as you order a pizza.

A power outage happened across a third of the city last night. Does anyone even sell rubber lamps? Rubber moth cages?

He nuzzles into you. The damp fluff feels weird.

He churrs and begins to rock into you again.

[cheesomancer]

U for Umber Hulk 🐜 Uncropped and uncheesed art: twitter, bsky

[otherworldly-tresses]

A large, insectoid creature chittering and hissing before penetrating you and thrusting wildly, its wings fluttering frantically

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Lady Bombyx by Quentinvcastel This artist on Instagram

[droolfang]

when you open your mind to a all the whispers of hell and now you spend your vacation time behind acid proof glass

[puppysdummyaccount]

the insect queen has something to share with you..... {it's eggs. sorry.}

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[somuchspice]

Recently, I learned that someone hates me because I draw insects shagging people. That finally motivated me to draw more insects shagging people! :D Fairies beware! Also hello, how's everyone's summer going :>? Ps. If you like my ns*w stuff, you can follow me on twitter at https://twitter.com/spicyprogress where posts don’t get nuked :D Or if you prefer tumblr, follow my spice headquarters where I reblog everything from the spice blogs; https://ifailedthem.tumblr.com/

[coffiilover]

new oc!

Her name is marigold the bee

she’s silly and her milk is honey

she actually regularly goes and gets milked to make honey to sell

(Taking asks for her)

(Did all the lineart on one layer too)

[reptileyan]

It came from your backyard

For anyshiptober 🎃

Cw: death/grief, forced breeding, genital owch (not sadistic, this yandere worships you), alien.

The tree in your backyard has flowers that don't really make sense. They change shape from year to year, never seeming to bloom or die. They continue to grow, petals never fall.

Your parents used to try and make up a name for the type of flower, to take samples to some scientist or botanist or anyone who would put a name or a price to the oddity. The wood could not be cut, the bioluminescence not strong enough when your parents were around to photograph and impress anyone.

It seemed brighter when it was just you. Then again, you remember jumping feeling like floating when you were little, cheap food tasting delicious through the chemicals, movies lasting forever. Maybe children just experience the world differently.

Maybe the bioluminescence is just something you make up. Every time you go outside to draw, and your mom says you'll hurt your eyes like you aren't thirty-five and don't know that, and your dad tries not to laugh at you for singing and chattering to the tree like it can hear. For leaving music on when you aren't there.

They're there, fussing at you, every single day, and then they're not.

Your absence is enough to worry your dearest friend, two weeks go by, you're a homebody, never leaving for more than a few days.

You emerge from the house, unwashed and exhausted. You sit next to the tree, pull out a pack of stickers. You tell the tree you made them, and maybe it counts as art to use them.

You scribble on the page, on yourself. Stickers wander across your sketchbook, your body, onto the tree. You are lonely, and you don't want to get out there. You don't want to date, to make new friends. You want to have a family. To be left alone.

The tree is not your family, nor your friend. The tree does not listen. Something beneath does, and has been clawing its way out for well over a decade, your voice reminding it which way is up, that there are other living things. That it isn't alone.

You disappeared and it ricocheted from digging until it's body broke and bled and almost giving up, over and over, begging you with all it's starved, abandoned might to come back.

It really was going to give up, it told itself.

One quiet sentence about whether stickers count as art, and it's using it's remaining strength to finally crawl up, to see light for the first time since it crashed deep into the ground so many years ago, it aches and burns and it's been hours since it last heard you.

A long while goes by, it catches its breath, it can breathe and see again, nothing weighs down on it, it is free.

The plant overhead is beautiful, a bit mutated by leaking fuel but still achieving its goal of feeding and guiding the unfortunate passenger until it emerged. It has strange little symbols flaking off of it, which are dutifully studied. Bright, pretty colors. Appealing.

The building nearby is easy to break into, the owner of the voice easy to find, it can finally hear you breathe and whine in your sleep. All the little noises you make just by existing, they're beautiful. You're tutted over as though you are the one who's been worse off, more lonely, left behind. It remembers other voices, but those disappeared, and yours only just returned, sounding strained.

Poor thing. You're all alone too.

You've given it so much over the ages it spent underground, suffocated and weary. Company and music and a reason to keep digging. It wants to repay you.

It's starving, dying of thirst.

The tree will bear fruit soon, hopefully still safe to eat, mutation aside. For now the stranger digs through your home, searching through nooks and crannies to find the food you've hidden away. Clever little creature that you are, despite your rudimentary dwelling, your food is neatly organized and stored out of sight. The stranger is pleased, quickly eating and drinking its fill, washing the excess dirt off-thank heavens this planet has fluid that only stings a bit-and making its way back to you.

Its body taken care of, it wishes to tend to yours, and your loneliness.

You don't know what you're looking at when you wake up. You stare, and stare, trying to categorize it as if it'll all fall into place once you decide whether it looks more like a newt or a beetle or the villi lining your intestines.

It makes a noise, imitating random words.

"Sticker-gone-tired."

You blink.

It taps food to your mouth, some deli meat from the fridge. You eat. It chitters, and rubs your belly.

You wish to go back to sleep. You have no idea what's going on.

It hums a song from the 2000s as it categorizes your body, mapping it out, nudging anywhere soft and sighing in what you hope is appreciation. You wonder if it's rude to assume it's going to eat you.

The way its mouth opens is unusual, and feels like how you think ambrosia would taste as it's rubbed against your neglected cunt. It latches on, regurgitating excessive amounts of fluid into you until you're straining to not scream, skin taut and red, new stretch marks forming in front of your eyes as you're forced bigger and wider, beyond what you could imagine. Becoming an adult, settling into your body, and gaining pudge were nothing compared to this.

Your cunt is sealed shut with a painful, white-hot appendage. It takes you awhile to come down from the high that the pain brought, and days to forgive the thing that tormented you. You relent after watching it stay in the doorway as you drift off, only occasionally glancing at you with a soft coo, keeping guard over you but shying away when you draw near. You press a sticker to its back plate when you decide you're done being mad, giving it some of your art regardless of whether it understands the gesture. It solemnly adheres a blossom from the uncuttable tree to your collarbone with something akin to spit.

You decide not to brush it off. You were lonely, and now you're not, a strange being pattering around after you, more on the way if its delight over your belly growing means anything. You count six independently moving creatures inside you. You tell the thing it better pull its weight once the babies arrive.

It chirps "Pull weight, babies!", nuzzles into you, and hums a one hit wonder.

[k-nkypills]

Last reblog got me thinkin so enjoy:

CW: V card taking(? Against all odds I have yet to have a dick inside me😔),intoxication, hypno (rlly been gettin into this lately), overstimulation, I’m a heathen who likes sounds/noises n being guided to being more slutty ok, leave me be- (god help me when they see this-), implied pet play, use of ‘good boy’

I got feral and aaaaaa rlly in detail for a few bits here oops// OP uses HE/THEY/IT \\ this is pretty much just for my partners// they’re the target audience sorry everyone else.\\

I now really really really need them to make me audios. maybe it’s 1-5 minutes of them praising me, maybe it’s the sounds they make when they touch themselves while they moan my name, maybe it’s dirty talk that’ll make my brain turn off- and I’m told to listen to it while I try and play games, fuuuuck.

Make me audios and send them to me with what I’m supposed to do while listening to them, am I supposed to sit on my hands and not cum, am I supposed to repeat what you say while I overstimulate myself to your voice? Do I take more and more THC at marked intervals with it full blast and staring at pretty spirals?

I’m feral for it, I wanna do something and have a special audio get made, for me being such a good little thing for them, or be rewarded by getting my thoughts orgasmed out of me while I’m praised, groped at and told to repeat what they tell me while I try and not cum from my pussy getting stretched on thick strap. Need them to hold my chin and put their fingers in my mouth and watch my body slowly give in.

Wanna have them help push me past my anxiety and shyness by making my brain turn off as they coo at me sweetly or call me good boy, praising me when I do something out of my comfort zone. And the next time I get too flustered or they wanna tease me they can play the audio/video of me doing it and watch as I try and keep myself from soaking through my boxers right then and there.

Want a praise audio so bad :( from both of them, make me listen to it with you while my cameras on and watch my face burn red as I try and not admit how much I adore the attention and praise. Make me listen to it before bed but I can’t cum, so when I wake up I’m needy and you can spend time drawing an orgasm out of my half awake body.

Get me stoned and play an audio / video you’ve made through headphones with one ear off while you take your time pushing into me, praising into my uncovered ear how tight I am and how good I am for taking it so well. Want you to savor the way I clench as my stoned brain tries to wrap my head around two of you at once while you take my V card. My whimpers turning into full whines and moans as I fully give in to your touch and the way you make me feel <3

Wanna be tied in shibari against one of your chests while the other takes pictures and videos of my appeased expression, eyes unfocused and brain turned off<3 wanna get sent those and have them retaken every so often <3

And a lot more but like teehee

Anyways I’m a normal person within society <3

[naughty-loco-warehouse]

[fagmolloy]

yeahyeahyeah

it's tragic there isn't more time and space for healthy, happy loumand in paris. they would've been too cunty, they had to be nerfed 💔

though, i raise for your consideration. the whole rashid thing? not saying it's healthy but also i just think armand was getting such a kick out of that roleplay

oh man. rashid was so big brain of armand. i kind of lose it a little bit thinking about the floggers and bowls in loumand's bedroom because you know that they were doing some deity worshipping level acts of servitude. lately i've been kind of obsessed with rashid!armand cockwarming louis for hours (what is time to a vampire). at first he uses his mouth but he gets so aroused that he can't help but tongue the vein on louis' cock, bobbing his head so incrementally that maybe he could get away with it—but louis has to stop him with a gentle hand on his head and say no, rashid. and rashid whines around louis' length, sliding one hand over where he's hard in his slacks. louis using his foot to kick rashid's hand away—boy, we aren't there yet. slow it down.