#slime Reader

[heartfullofleeches]

[Yan Scientist approaches Slime Reader's cage]

"Doctor! Keep your distance! That creature's slime dissolves clothing as if it were tissue paper."

[Slime darling looks around their cage before pointing at themselves]

Slime Reader: ???

[They make eye contact with the scientist - opening their arms wide for a hug despite the walls of thick glass between them]

Slime Reader: :D <3

Yan Scientist: Everyone out of the lab.

"Doctor-"

Yan Scientist, messing with the keypad wired to the slime's cage: Emergency testing - everyone out of this room right fucking now.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Monster boyfriend that loves his chubby gf. Adores your fat tummy and pussy, can’t get enough!

He makes you feel so small, lifting you up and settling you on his cock as if you don’t weigh a thing. Rutting into your fat pussy, loving the squelching noises it makes as it gets all slick with arousal…

Your lover doesn’t love you despite your appearance, he loves your body and it makes him FERAL! Everything about you makes him horny.

Your love handles, plump belly, fat ass and thick, meaty thighs make his cock strain against his pants.

He can’t help but slip himself between your thighs, fucking them until they’re sticky with his cum! You’re just so cute, whining and begging him to actually fuck you… don’t worry, he can’t go without that perfect, warm fat pussy for too long! He’s got plenty of cum for your pretty kitty!

And he loves filling you with load after load, wanting to see your belly swell even further with his young <3

[specsthesecond]

Slime partner who's obsessed with consuming you.

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Slimes can absorb liquids and turn them into energy. You've always been happy to give your slime partner some food but they've become a little.... Obsessive.

Whenever you fuck they have to eat you out, they have to taste you every time. One time they ate you out for so long they made you squirt and that just made it ten times worse because they want you to do that every time now.

When they finally fuck you, they make you bounce on their dick with your tongue sticking out so all your spit trails down into their mouth. Very big fan of spit play, their kisses are sooo sloppy and messy.

They like it when you cry from how good it feels, from the overstimulation. They lick up your tears and carry on overstimulating your oversensitive body. Making your pussy cry and then slurping that up too.

They even absorb the sweat from your body during after sex cuddles.

They consume parts of you and their hunger has definitely started to influence you as well. You want to consume them like they consume you.

You insist on sucking their slimy dick and swallowing every drop of their cum, you whine when their cum drips out of you and make them cockwarm you longer to keep it in. You initiate the sloppy kisses, sucking their tongue and licking into their mouth swallowing as much of them as you can. You hold their soft, jelly-like body close to you like you're trying to absorb them into your skin.

You're just consumed by each other <3

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[ozzgin]

🧑‍🦲ANON IS FINALLY BACK AFTER MANY MONTHS‼️‼️‼️

hey ozzie imagine what would happen if a goopy slime boy got stuck in the shower head? how would y/n get him out and would he even want to get out??

my tumblr got banned for a few months oopsies

All I'm thinking of is Slime Guest from Monster Hotel trying to subtly spy on you while you shower after work. He's not...very good at this sleuth work.

Additionally, he's not the only one misbehaving, as half the monstrous guests and staff seem to borderline stalk you on a regular basis. So, while you're not scared for your life, you're certainly upset when you realize your hot water has been interrupted.

"May I wash myself in peace? I can see you. You're literally dangling in front of me."

Awkward silence. Eventually, he finds the courage to speak:

"I'm afraid I'm stuck. C-could you call the plumber? I'll tip you next time you clean my room."

Oh, well. It was a brief, fleeting moment, but he still got a front view. No regrets.

[strangely-written-desires]

CW: Non-Con/Dub-Con

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You get one on pure impulse. The lure of it was tempting indeed, yours with one simple click of a button, and this one’s on a discount. How could you resist?

Slimes began trending just recently, with videos popping up on your page raving about how loveable they are, how they don’t require much, and how they are perfect pets if you’re away a lot.

Life has been stressful, and incredibly lonely, and this seemed like the perfect thing to help you get through it; it would be nice to have something to take care of, to look after. So you bought one.

It arrived quickly—one-day delivery is truly something—and in pristine condition. The packaging was odd—a single metal cylinder in such a big box—but you supposed that slimes could handle it; they’re resilient monsters, after all.

The cylinder is fancy—a smootn cream color, practically futuristic—and it has instructions on how to care for it. These include what to feed it (practically everything; rat poison is not recommended), how to play with it, and what to do if it starts to feel ill (very unlikely). You hum as you read it, pausing once you get to the red lettering.

‘Do not kiss or bite—’ Who’s biting these things? ‘—Human saliva contains bacteria harmful to slimes; if it ingests any bodily fluids, immediately keep your distance from it and call this number. XXX-XXX-XXX’

You furrow your brows at this, finding it odd, to say the least. Slimes are known to have the ability to eat anything, any poison having little to no effect on them; they’re virtually indestructible. But human saliva is what does it? You shrug, figuring that perhaps domesticated slimes are different—weaker, more prone to harm.

You open it, and the side of the container slides open with a hiss. It’s not long before it begins to spill out, latching onto your fingers before sliding onto your hand—cool and smooth to the touch.

You marvel at the sight of it, in awe, as it continues to climb up your arm, studying the feel of your skin and your scent. Its touch ticklish; you laugh at the feeling. It practically purrs at that, pleased as it tries to inch its way toward the source of the sound.

“Woah, woah, getting a little too close there, bud,” you comment, gently removing it from you, the warning still fresh in your mind, “wouldn’t want you to get hurt on your first day.”

You set it down on the ground, stepping back when it attempts to climb you once more. “How ‘bout you explore the place instead? It’s your home now, too, you know.”

It pauses its movements as if understanding you (you wouldn’t be surprised if it does; slimes are quite intelligent, or so you hear) before seemingly looking around the place—you can’t really tell because it has no face, no eyes to gaze upon. You leave it to its own devices, wanting it to adjust to your home and not crowd it too much.

Yet everywhere you go, it follows, never straying and always attempting to climb you. You eventually relent, letting it stick to your shoulder as you go about your day. It’s awfully clingy, not that you mind, but the reviews never said anything about that.

Slimes usually come in many different colors, but domesticated ones are vastly limited; those ones come in green (the classic), blue, and purple, but yours is different. It’s an unusual hot pink. A pretty color, but not common, not at all. Maybe that’s why it was on sale.

It feeds on anything, enjoying everything you give it. You’re sure if you gave it trash, it would munch on it happily—not that you’d ever do such a thing; your slime only eats the best of the best, the best of the best being whatever you eat. However, over the course of several days, you’ve found out its odd need to try and consume everything you put in your mouth.

Your toothbrush? Cups you’ve drunk from? Utensils you’ve used? You’ve had to bat it away, wrestle it off the counter, and keep it from devouring your discarded trash. You’ve even caught it trying to go through your dirty laundry.

Whatever reviews that said it was low maintenance and barely had any problems are fucking liars. Not that you would ever send it away; you adore it and its little odd quirks.

You specifically bought a slime-proof cage for when you have to step out and are unable to keep it devouring everything you touch. The container it came in would’ve done just fine, but you wanted it to have some space to move around in—to not feel contained and trapped in one tight place. You never thought it could escape; after all, it is “slime-proof,” specifically designed to keep it in place.

Those stressful days never do vanish, but its presence makes it better. Bearable. And you don’t feel lonely anymore. Instead, your days are filled with a sort of warmth that hadn’t been there before.

You're grateful for that.

Although, on particularly stressful days, you turn to more primitive ways of relief and relaxation.

Today’s one of those days.

And it’s on one of those days that you don’t hear it slipping out of its cage in the other room—glass broken and shattered, scattered across the floor. You don’t hear how it slithers to your bedroom, desperate to taste your arousal in the air. It slides under the crack of your door, basically speeding to get to where you are as you chase yourself to the edge—try and fail.

Your vibrator’s dead, and your fingers aren’t doing the job; they are too short to hit that gooey spot just right to make you shake with pleasure. Your frustration builds as you pump them in faster, swirling your clit in a desperate attempt to push you over.

You jolt when the slime creeps onto your leg, your orgasm falling flat. Your lip quivers, eyes blurring from the frustration of another failed attempt. Shock and anger burst through you, bewildered at how it escaped its cage.

“How did you even— What are you…stop it, get off,” you hissed, moving to pull it off your leg.

But your hand goes right through the slime; it doesn’t stop, continuing its ascent up your thigh. You panic, foolishly using the hand, still slick with your need, to move it. It pauses, your fingers tingle as it slurps up what’s left on it. You try to take back your hand, but it latches on, keeping it in place.

“Let go—”

Dread fills your chest, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does; if anything, it looks bigger. Once it's had a taste, you can feel it shiver for more. It unlatches, fingers thoroughly cleaned from your arousal.

You see small parts of itself reaching for your wet cunt, little tendrils reaching to taste the juices dripping from it. You try to bat it away, get it off you, but it doesn’t budge.

“Wait, don’t. Don’t—”

It’s too quick for you to stop it, soaking up the juices beneath you before moving onto your cunt. It’s eager, pushing itself into you with a forceful thrust; a choked gasp escapes your throat.

It buries itself in you, drowning itself in your slick just to taste it—devour it. Its want for more is almost monstrous; you feel it slowly growing inside you. It starts to move, doesn’t give you time to adjust, to process, before plunging deeper and deeper into you.

It has you writhing on your bed, gripping the sheets to have some sort of anchor. It retracts before diving back in.

You cry out, pleasure wracking you with each thrust, hitting that spot over and over again. You frantically rub your puffy clit, trying to reach that high that’ll have you falling over the ledge.

You should probably stop to think about how you currently are getting fucked by a slime—your supposed pet slime—but after multiple failed orgasms, you don’t think to care at the moment.

You feel it expanding, stretching you open with no remorse. Besides, you can’t stop it; it feels too good to stop, not that you could even if you wanted; it seems in no rush to slow down.

It’s not long before you fall over, toes curling, back arching as your eyes roll back. It fucks you through it, drinking up your cum like its last meal, leaving you panting and spent. Yet it doesn’t stop; it continues, despite how overstimulated you are. It makes you cum three more times before it decides it has its fill for the day.

It continues this routine everyday, there’s a day where your cunt isn’t stuffed full of it, milking you for all your worth. It doesn’t consume any food, deciding your cum’s enough to satiate its hunger.

You can’t tell if your decision to get a slime was a good one or not.

[monstersholygrail]

I really really like the idea of getting fucked buy a slime girl soooo much, she'd lean down and rub her tits on mine while pounding me and using her dick to press into all the right spots and maybe even make a little nub to rub my clit when she thrusts in

Yessss anon, got me squirming right now.

Slime gf is grinding her body against yours and just drenching you in her slime, making sure her scent is all over you. The softness of your body and your hard nipples against hers stimulates you both till you’re shaking. You can see the tremors of her body with each thrust.

She pounds away inside your dripping pussy, her dick reaching deeper and deeper inside you with every snap of her hips as she can control and lengthen her size to her own will. Furiously torturing you and giving you no relief. Hitting a new spot inside you every time.

You cry out raggedly, being taken to new heights of pleasure. As your pussy contracts around hers she can sense you’re getting close. So as to further torture you she shifts her cock into a pussy that’s as pretty as yours.

Lifting up your leg she grinds her pussy lips against yours, bumping clits savagely as though she’s gone into heat. You whine, your back arching as you desperately rub yourself off, briefly missing her cock before the overwhelming clitoral stimulation sets in that make you see stars.

Slime gf uses her slime as the most tantalizing lube you’ve ever felt. Her slime mixing with both your essences that gush and pool from your leaking cunts. Your mind and body feel like they’re on cloud nine as your orgasm starts to build again from the tight friction of your gf’s sweet cunt.

All you can sense is when she lifts off you and you whine loudly for a moment before she’s shifting her slime and slamming her cock back inside you. That whine immediately turning into a roaring scream.

“Sorry, love. Needed my cock for what I’m about to do to you. Gonna fill this sweet sweet pussy up to the brim,” she whispers in your ear. Reaching a hand down she twists your clit between her fingers as her pace quicks and you begin to shake. So so close. “Go on now, cum f’me and milk my dick for all it’s worth.”

That’s all it takes for the cord in your belly to snap and you burst all over her cock, clenching down your walls on her length. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves that you can’t help but get swept up in it. Loud cries leave your lips, your body convulsing and contorting to get more of her length inside you.

Slime gf doesn’t mind helping you with that. Through clenched teeth she continues to ram her cock inside you, working you through your orgasm. Only when it starts to fade away does she let go herself. With a final thrust she spills her hot cum inside your cunt till she floods your womb with her release. You gasp at the sensation as it sends you into another climax just as she had planned.

Grinding the base her cock into your clit she helps to further stimulate you both. The two of you weakly shaking as the exhaustion settles in. Slime gf slumps on top of you, exhaling in a content relief. Her slime also providing and a nice cooling effect to your overheated body as she snuggles with you and holds you close. Her softening cock staying buried deep inside you to keep you filled up with all of her.

[dropsnectar]

Witches Brew 

Slime monster x afab!witch

Happy October! Here's some spooky smut for the spooky season!

It was October and Halloween was just around the corner! So! Of course you were bubbling up some witches brew for one of your most busy seasons of the year. 

You stood in your studio apartment, walls covered in wooden shelves. Atop of those shelves were bottles full of your favorite things: dry herbs, powder mixes, and other potion and spellcasting tools you would need for your work. In the middle of the room stood a big cast iron cauldron. You had arranged some cement blocks to hold an electric fire starter underneath it, as you didn't have a fireplace. It was hard being a witch in the city, but you made do. This was where all the clientele was, after all.

You were standing over the boiling cauldron, an old grimiore in one hand, and mixing the golden liquid with another. The grimoire was your great grandmother something you had recently inherited. You were practically shaking with excitement! Your great grandmother had been an excellent witch, known far and wide for her potions. You had flipped through her book and found it, a recipe for her “Extremely Special Witches Brew”, the first two words being underlined. Witches brew was the basis of so much potion work. If it was extremely special then that must mean it was incredibly potent!

You had been brewing for about six hours now. The recipe started out incredibly normal, but had specified that you stare it down for the next hour, adding a lock of your own hair and some mermaid scales. This had been the most difficult bit, as mermaid scales had a habit of boiling over the pot unless babied with compliments and sweet words. Unusual for witches brew, but you trusted your grandmother. 

You had finally finished your hour of staring, marveling and cooing, turning off the fire starter. The next step was to let it cool. When it was finished, the grimoire specified, the mixture would condense and turn a lovely green color. 

You waited another hour and checked on the brew. Strange. There had been no change in consistency, and the color remained as gold as the sun on a winter's day. You waited another hour. Nothing.

You cursed. Were had you gone wrong? This recipe had been incredibly expensive, and you'd made ALOT of it, expecting to use it for the rest of the year. Upset, you went to bed early, muttering yourself to sleep.

It was around midnight when something started to stir in the cauldron. Any waking ear would have heard the sputtering and gurgling as the magic started to awaken.  Slowly, a small green tendril dripped its way onto the floor, continuously flowing until the full glob, the size of a small person made its way to the floor. Slowly, it rolled across the carpet and stopped at the bed. It watched you sleep for a moment before pulling itself up into the foot of the bed, under your covers.

You woke up feeling something crawl up your thighs. When you opened your eyes you glanced up, not seeing anything. But their was a pressure on you, something cool and wet, like a weighted blanket was curling itself up towards your core.

You tore your blanket off of you and saw it, a dark building sludge, glowing beautifully under the moonlight streaming from your window. 

You were so shocked, you didn't react. That was, until it had decided to pull itself under your panties and push itself between your lips. You gasped out as it completely covered you, gliding back and forth against your entrance and up towards your clit. It was pushing and closing all around you, the wetness feeling so good against your skin. 

Despite the fact that your stomach was in knots you tried to push the glob off of you. Your hands made contact, but pushed right through, into the creature. You tried to pull your arms out, but the thing tightened around them. You tried to leverage your weight, pulling back as hard as you could, but only managed to pull the thing with you as you rocked back.

The thing was heavy, pushing down your tummy and making its way up your chest. It did not stop sliding up and down your vulva, your breath hitching as it seemed to catch at your entrance. There was an experimental push there and you squirmed, your heart in your throat. 

Suddenly, the area felt even more slippery then it did before. The creature started to glow, a soft grass green, as all across your skin, the thing seemed to seep some sort of liquid. You could feel it drip down the crevices of your groin, down the slopes of your chest as you noticed the thing start to disintegrate your nightgown.

You wriggled as much as you could, trying to push back arousal as you shimmied to the edge of the bed. But the creature had a grip on you and the more you moved the faster it started to glide and explore the planes of your now exposed skin. It was fully enveloping you.

You gasped as it pushed into your entrance, a slippery tendril slowly making its way up and around your walls, leaving behind a sticky liquid as it moved. Your body was slowly starting to tingle. Your breathe was becoming even more ragged and the cool and slick textured of the sludge started to feel even more pleasant then it had before. 

Your mind was getting fuzzy. The feeling of the thing on your skin, paired with the weight, while previously scary, was really stoking the fire in your core. Hadn't you been so desperate lately for a feeling like this? To feel the weight of a lover as you mewled out from under them?

Your vision started to get fuzzy too. Fuzzy. You felt fuzzy all over. The need in you continued to grow as all you could concentrate on was the sudden movements on every part of your body. Hot. You felt hot..

Your waist, the curves of your breast, your inner thighs, your nipples, they were being caressed, grabbed, groped. All of this continued as a sharp sucking started to occur on your clit. You cried out, not caring if the neighbors could hear you as it sucked wave after wave of pleasure from your skin. 

More tendrils had made their way into your hot wet cunt. The girth of it made you buck your hips, straining beautifully under the the green glowing creature. You liked how it pushed you back down, experimenting with where to shift its weight as you keened out.

Green.

The witches brew. The Extremely Special witches brew.

Fuck.

You weren't able to think further as a large girthy tendril suddenly shot itself into you, thrusting into you with force. There was a needle like sucking of your nipples as the thing glided circles over every surface of your body. It was so much sensation you could barely think. The thrusting quickening its pace, pushing harder and faster into you until you broke, your orgasm rocking through you like an earthquake. 

But it didn't stop thrusting. And you didn't stop wanting it to fuck you, jerking your wobbly pelvis into the tendrils with futility. You giggled as the slime started to massage more fluid onto your vulva and cunt. Cum and aphrodisiac trickled out of you as the thing bullied that spongy spot that made you see stars. 

You had started to drool, which attracted the attention of the glob near your chest. A slimy tendril made its way to the drool streaming down your neck and chest, sucking. It seemed to be devouring the liquid as it made its way into your mouth, sucking your skin and tongue. You moaned around it, an herby taste oozing. You recognized some of the notes as ingredients in your brew.

 A silent chuckle vibrated through your chest. Mermaid scales. Worth every buck.

You came again. And again. And again. The slime fucked you over so much that you couldn't quite understand where it started and you began. You were so needy and so desperate for the next orgasm that you didn't notice the sunlight streaming down onto your conjoined bodies.

Some tendrils had made its way to your face, pushing back hair and sucking lazily on the sweat streaming down your forehead. Then, the coil within you snapped one more time, washing over you like a gentle wave on the beach. And the thrusting stopped. The sucking stopped.

The tendrils within you started to recede and form back into the main glob of the creature. It started to absorb all the slick of your body, leaving a lone bouncy weight on your skin. 

The two of you laid like that for a while as you caught your final breath, barely able to stay conscious. The thing started to prod circles into your sore aching muscles. You heard a keening sound. That surprised you a little. But that keen had been filled with so much affection, your heart couldn't help but be affected. 

As you lost consciousness, one thought stayed in your mind.

Best fucking spell ever. 

[diejager]

Kinktober day 14: Monsterfucking w/ The Unknown

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, size kink, belly bulge, slime, tentacle, oviposition, egg laying, tell me if I missed any.

-> kinktober masterlist -> navigation

Lost in the maze-like building, corridors looping into another, halls leading to a dead end and unending paths that seemed to go on and on and on. They lived in a haunting atmosphere: rotting wood and chipped wallpaper lit up by the dying and blinking lights of the theater, the eerie feeling that accompanied a once populated area, once bright and lively with people young and old coming here for the cinema or the arcade to enjoy their afternoons or weekend. And now, it was left forgotten, to rust and to die, the epitome of fun thrown behind for something more personal and advanced.

You didn’t know how anyone could leave a place like this standing —or better yet, how could a place get this bad? riddled with rats and insects, termite-infested pillars and caved in floors, even the metal plumbing of the building wasn’t left untouched by age and dilapidation. For a one room-cinema, this place was as big as it was confusing. You got lost many, many times, stumbling back into the same corridor over and over again despite your best effort to keep track of your path.

It didn’t help that you could hear something crawling around the building, the tell-tale sound of many footsteps echoing throughout the building and making the floor creak, wood denting under the weight of whoever it was and mumbling in broke English. You could only panic in abject horror at the unknown source of it, running aimlessly for an escape, but even then, the streets - if it could be called one with the area fenced in - had the same ghostly abandonment of the building. It wasn’t as bright or rusted, but the lamp posts were dying, light flickering and eventually dying.

It left you wandering aimlessly until you stumbled into the thing you were hiding from —or rather it, whatever it was. A broken, humanoid creature chased after you, limbs bent in horrible ways, stomach bulging and face horrifying to see, deformed and bloody, much like the axe he was holding. It - he? - truly gave you a reason to fear, a reason to run for your life as he chased you, following loosely on your tail without actually catching you. You wondered if he was playing with you, working you up until he was satisfied enough to kill you —would he eat you? He certainly looked monstrous enough to want to eat someone.

He gave you a reason to believe you were doomed, and now, especially hen he had you in his reach, pushed against the wall. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place, in every possible sense with the axe plunged into the plaster beside your face. Oh, how you wished you were wrong about him eating you, cursing yourself for ending up here, stuck under his mouth, drool rolling down his wrinkled chin as he tore into you.

You fought until you couldn’t, screamed until your voice died and cried until you ran out of it, all under the broken words he groaned, ripping into your clothes and salivating. You couldn’t do much as he held your arms and legs, his lanky arms deceiving his actual strength. Arched awkwardly against the walls, your shuddered in disgust at the writhing arms that reach out of his back, pink and slimy tentacles prodding at you.

You retched at the feel of them, sliding between your folds and smearing his slime all over you. You were happy that you wouldn’t be killed, but this wasn’t what you meant by being eaten, and certainly not by a monster like him, but there wasn’t anything you could do but take it. Spread open and fucked dumb by a monster twice your size, his wet limbs sinking into your cunt, drive wet and sensitive by the odd warmth of his slime.

“Tight… ” he groaned out, his voice a mix of many voices, like a broken radio, “Sweet pet.”

You felt beyond stuffed, your stomach bulging out with different bumps, writhing within you as he pumped you full. Despite your utter disgust, he somehow made you come, the many arms thrusting into you at an erratic pace, never leaving you empty for more than a fraction of a second. They were smooth and bumpy, made slick by your cum and his slime, and all but one was pointy-tipped and thick at the base, the big one had a flared tip, a rounded head that looked like a flower bulb. It stood out among the rest for some reason.

Unfortunately, you weren’t left wondering about it for long, feeling all the tentacles slipping out of you with wet pops, but not before tickling your bruised cervix. You watched through clouded eyes at the flared cock, popping it’s head into you and driving in until it bumped the mouth of your womb, the knotted base inches away from you. It was numbed and relaxed by whatever substance his tentacles secreted, and - shockingly - opened up for him after a sharp ram, forcing it’s way into your untouched womb.

“What?!“ you yelped, not in pain, but from jaw-dropping stupefaction at what just happened.

It felt like a pinch, small and painless, even as it sunk deeper, the peals of his head opening up inside and his knot pushing past your vulva. His slime acted as a numbing aphrodisiac. Plugged and restrained, you mewled at the bumps pushing into you, round objects popping out of his cock and plopping into your womb, sticking to the walls without too much effort. You babbled endlessly, body trembling under him, cunt fluttering around his length as he filled you up with eggs, the amount lost to your drunk mind. All you knew was that you weren’t leaving any time soon —or move, at this point.

“Mine,” was the last thing you heard before passing out, the comforting embrace of darkness draping you in sleep.

[werecreature-addicted]

If you were in your room making out with your slime monster boyfriend and your parents cqme home early you could hide him by having him disappear down your throat!

He snuck over late in the night just to spend some time together, kissing and grinding against each other in your bed. You try to keep quiet but you can't the little whimpers of pleasure, especially when he sides a hand between your legs and starts playing with you. You don't hear the creaking of floorboards as someone approaches your room, but you do hear the knock on your door. you freeze, panicked, but your boyfriend is a little quicker to act.

He's a slime monster, he could have hidden anywhere, it was a choice to jump into your mouth and down your throat hiding inside of you, stretching and pushing the walls of your stomach making you bulge as he writhes inside of you. you have to cover your stomach with a blanket as you talk to your parents trying to get them to leave as soon as possible, assuring them that you're fine and to just go back to bed.

Eventually, they do leave, and you sigh in relief, whispering to your stomach for your boyfriend to come out, and he does, looking sheepish. "so can we go back to making out?" he asks.

"....yeah fine I guess just be quiet this time, and no more jumping down my throat,"

"deal."

[charlie-baxter]

monster/human, but fisting

huge orc woman with the strong hands of a warrior, who slowly works you up finger by finger into taking her whole hand

slime boyfriend, who's soft and jelly-like and pliable as you fit more and more of your fist into him, and who oozes around your fingers when he comes, squeezing and squirting around you

centaur fuckbuddy, who's never really enjoyed bottoming for a human before because he's never felt properly stretched out, moaning and gasping as you go elbow deep inside his hole, maybe even with both hands

werewolf girl who calls the widest part of your hand your knot, who whimpers as you slowly work her up, telling her how you're going to stretch her pussy out and fill her up, and how good it's going to feel

[heartfullofleeches]

Slime Darling gives themself large tits to give their exhausted caretaker [scientist yan] a soft place to rest their head whenever they manage to pull them from their work and they don't feel like heading up to bed. Alas their caretaker is a pathetic virgin loser and leaves the slime heartbroken when they decline the poor thing's sweet gesture. Slime darling cries as their caretaker keeps them at arm's length because they want cuddles, but scientist yan knows if they give in and allow Darling to snuggle up to them in that form they'll do things that would taint their sweet slime's in innocent and native ways. Eventually caves and gropes Darling's chest who sees no further meaning behind it and just glad to have their friend paying attention to them again. Slime darling is peak thembo and I love them

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Your monster bf at the beach~

Hybrids tend to stick close to you, their animal sides feeling fiercely protective when they see how crowded the beach is. They tend to end up trying to mount you at some point, wanting to show everyone who you belong to… you spray them with a water bottle full of sea water.

Werecreatures are diving into the water immediately to cool off. Once they’ve done that, they’d really prefer running along the beach and bringing you back pretty seashells they find. Then… they cling to, shaking and getting water all over your towel before running off to jump into the water again.

Vampires enjoy building sandcastles under their umbrella of safety. They make you strawberry popsicles and them blood popsicles for the day… just don’t get them mixed up.

Demons(especially incubi) are another possessive bunch, keeping their cock nestled inside of you while in the water, and pushing back your bathing suit to slip into your pussy while you’re sitting on their lap on the beach.

Elves HATE the sand, so they get there early to lay out towels, a place to wipe your feet, and an umbrella to create the perfect lounge area. They will absolutely freak out if you drop water on them or get sand on their towels… but eat you out later to make up for it!

Slimes steer clear of the water, a bit afraid to lose themselves and drift off… but they do wanna fuck into you and cum all over your skin! Their semen works as sunscreen so no one even questions all the white stuff on your face!

Orcs start a barbecue and get you into trouble. Though… the police back off once your orc bf turns and raised an eyebrow. Then you get to enjoy some barbecue while sitting on their cock~

Ghosts/poltergeists stick to you like glue, pouting and nuzzling you as you swim. They smirk and end up fucking into you right as you’re about to talk to someone… the moan you let out was so embarrassing.

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[specsthesecond]

Slime bf whose slime is sticky and super stretchy so you guys can be literally attached at the hip lol.

When you want to get up from cuddles he whines at you and as you walk away he just stretches himself so that half of him is still attached to you and the other half is on the bed

If he gets really impatient he'll pull his body together, pulling you with him back to the bed so that he's whole again and you're stuck to his side, as you should be.

You basically always have a piece of your boyfriend on you at all times. It calms him to always be touching to you in some way and it helps him know where you are when you're not close.

Maybe it's a little weird when he suggests you don't need underwear because he can be your makeshift underwear. Maybe it's a little worrying that he has to be attached to you at all times or he gets extremely anxious.

But you love him so much so why would you have a problem with that anyway, right?

꒷꒦💚꒷꒦

[ozzgin]

https://www.tumblr.com/ozzgin/754450859184865280/how-abt-human-streamer-having-monster-stalker THIS DISH LOOKS AS IF IT WANTS TO JUMP INTO THE READER'S MOUTH. I think Slime monsters could pull this off, they probably have a kink for being eaten☠️☠️☠️ ----🧥

Referencing Monster Streaming. Gender neutral reader, mildly NSFW, shady business overall, vore? Does it count as vore?

Slime!Viewers sneaking a piece of themselves in the food before shipping it to Streamer!Reader and excitedly waiting for them to eat it.

They probably beat the jelly while watching the livestream, delirious and obsessed with the sight of Reader unknowingly consuming parts of themselves. There’s something terribly perverted about it, and they love it.

They could argue that technically, it counts as being inside Reader. While it will always remain their dirty little secret, they can’t help the smug grin whenever they read the horny comments in Reader’s chat; for some, it’ll forever be just a fantasy.

[loveyni]

adoring BOYFRIEND!leehan

non-idol!leehan x gn!reader

sungho • riwoo • jaehyun • taesan • leehan!! • woonhak

🎏🦁🪸🐠🍊💧💚

boyfriend!leehan who surprises you with slime he made himself because whenever he looked over your shoulder you were watching slime poking videos.

boyfriend!leehan who won't hesitate to switch dishes with you in the event that you prefer his over your own when you are dining out.

boyfriend!leehan who hides behinds curtains in attempt to spook you, not knowing that his feet are very much visible (you pretend to be scared anyways).

boyfriend!leehan who lets you braid and play his hair because he knows that you tend to fidget with things whenever you’re stressed.

boyfriend!leehan who initiates staring contests just because he likes looking at your face (you haven’t won against him yet).

boyfriend!leehan whose guilty pleasure is to sing disney duets with you (⏤sungho WHO?!!1).

boyfriend!leehan who often speaks with busan dialect because he enjoys seeing how flustered you get.

boyfriend!leehan who eats the orange jellies because he knows that they’re your least favorite.

boyfriend!leehan who has sudden bursts of energy and b-boys in front of you at random.

boyfriend!leehan who buys you matching hangyodon and kingyochan items whenever they are available.

boyfriend!leehan who doesn’t complain when you drag him around to run errands you could technically do by yourself.

boyfriend!leehan who doesn’t feel the need to mask his true emotions around you because you love him so sweetly.

[monstersholygrail]

Absolutely wild thought because I’m still feeling out of it and in the mood for unique monster combinations…

Imagine how good sex would be between Snail Hybrid bf and you, his Slime Monster gf.

Snail Hybrid bf loves to use his slime to lubricate his dick, making sure you can always take his thick length. Something within you heats up at the sight of it, arousal flooding your panties. Only able to think about how it may be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. But Snail Hybrid bf doesn’t stop there as he takes his cock and runs it along your slit, combining your slime with his until you don’t know where he ends and you begin.

When he finally stops torturing you long enough, though he’d argue he’s just taking his time with your hot body, he slides his cock inside with an easy glide. The wet squelch of your hips smacking together has you shivering. You didn’t think you could be more on edge than when Snail Hybrid bf was teasing you but his slow thrusts make you borderline insane.

Ensuring you feel every single thick vein along his dick rub against your walls, igniting your nerves, and making your body quiver with need. The more aroused you both get the more slime you both produce, leading to the most erotic and messiest sex of your life. Slime oozes out of your pussy and dribbles down his cock with every hard jerk of his hips. The warm wetness causing such a mess between your twitching bodies.

Your orgasm builds at a painful rate, Snail Hybrid bf ensuring the pressure in your belly builds steadily without completely fading, yet also not giving you the rough fuck you think you want. Before you know it though, your body is tensing as you slowly tip off the edge and dive head first into the abyss of pleasure.

Causing your orgasm to burst out of you like a tidal. You swear you’ve never cum harder in your entire life as your mind floats away and the aftershocks continue to roll through you in endless waves of pleasure. Snail Hybrid bf only making it even more intense as he cums soon after, just as slowly as everything else about him. Which forces you to feel each spurt of his hot semen splash deep inside of you until another mini-orgasm knocks into you and takes your breath away.

Snail Hybrid bf’s body rocks into you, stimulating you both and providing a closeness you both endlessly crave. Looking down at your body, you can both see through your slime body the beautiful combination of your bf’s slime, your slime, and your mixed release buried inside of you.

You both can also see how the sight alone gets Snail Hybrid bf hard all over again. Ready to go again and make sure that this time you don’t come back from the brink of insanity.