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My loves, in no particular order, because who can pick just one beast?
Werewolves
Orcs
Shifters
Naga
Minautors
Gargoyles
Merfolk
Demons
Dragons
Aliens
Anything human resembling too (Fae, vampires, etc.)
This list is liable to grow 😉
I love multiple genres of monsters, from historical fiction to modern depictions (like co-habitation) and sci-fi! Polyam monsters is also super hot, and I love it. Feel free to ask questions, I might just answer.
Kinks and things you'll find here:
Breeding/impregnation, cnc and dubcon, size differences, kidnapping/abduction, slave/master, light degradation, multiple partners and polyamory, choking, dirty talk, yandere.
As I think of more I will add them to act as cw before you continue scrolling here
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#my monster mania manifesting as a self call-out when I'm being horny as shit
#soft sweeties for the abnormal sft post, or those that give the warm fuzzies inside (no, you pervert, not a werewolf litter)
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An elf maiden dances on feet of living wood sung into shape, planted in soil and watered when she takes them off. Every year she plants the old ones and sings a new pair. (Incidentally, the pair of peach saplings from three years ago have produced an excellent crop- She makes preserves from them, and despite the inevitable jokes about “toe-jam”, they are appreciated.)
A dwarf king has a metal fist, all tiny gears and fine wires, kept wound by a mischievous mine-spirit bound to the spring as punishment- the more it struggles, the tighter the spring.
An orc chieftaness is regularly asked for the story of how she earned the name Wyrmthrottler- she boasts of how she strangled the dragon that ate her arm, and had her shaman make a new arm from its bones, with its fangs as the fingers.
A necromancer simply re-attached his old leg bones- Sacrificing a few mice each day keeps it going.
A pirate captain lost her arm to a shark attack: a passing selkie saved her, and gave her tattoos of kraken blood. Now she has an arm made of salt-water, that grows and wanes with the tides, and swings a cutlass as well as the original. (She doesn’t sail as far these days though: she doesn’t want her wife to worry.)
A wandering swordsman was broken at the waist- his ancestral armour allows him to walk again, as long as he keeps it polished, and burns incense to the ancestors regularly.
A high priestess has an eye made from a crystal ball- to predict the future, all she has to do is wink.
A bard was struck deaf by illness- he struck a deal with the god of music. Now he wears hearing-trumpets made from his old pipes, and dedicates his every song to the god of music- the better he plays, the better his hearing. (It is said his music could make statues weep, and he can hear a mouse fart at 60 paces.)
A princess has the arm of a golem, enchanted clay with mystic words carved in- her music tutor despairs of how her harp playing has become even worse, but her calligraphy tutor is ecstatic over her handwriting.
A goblin pickpocket has an arm made of whatever he steals- no-one feels his fingers, and even if they did, they couldn’t find their possessions amongst all the rest.
A witch has eyes made from shadow and starlight, given to her in a game with a demon. Nobody dares to ask what she wagered- they aren’t even sure she won.
A warg was born deaf and blind- his people learned of his power when the nearest birds started staring at them, and dogs pricked up their ears as he walked past.
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like, he keeps trying to date, but because he’s a big bad scary werewolf everyone he dates expects to be ravished by their domineering boyfriend. but Jim the werewolf doesn’t want to be domineering. he wants to be tied up and whipped and called a BAD BOY. people have mocked him for this in the past. these days he never brings it up and just acts like the domineering alpha male werewolf in bed because he’s convinced that no one will love him otherwise.
the romance occurs when he starts dating someone who realizes that he hates domming and slowly convinces him to trust them enough to share his sub fantasies.
important note: at no point does jim become more feminine and delicate and gentle. he’s still a big burly hairy manly man. he’s also a sub. these aren’t contradictory qualities, also they’re no reason for ridicule
oh one other thing, jim being an “alpha male” werewolf is solely a human descriptor. werewolf packs work like wolf packs so “alpha male wolf” is a human stereotype. jim either lives with/near his immediate family or another werewolf family that has accepted him into their pack. at some point his pack has a conversation with his SO about “starting a pack” and it is 100% a “when are you getting married?” conversation but in wolf terms. jim is mortified. the SO is trying not to laugh. it’s annoying but they never thought they’d be questioned on their prey-pursuit or puppy-rearing abilities
Summary: you and your orc co-worker are affected by sex pollen.
Warnings: MINORS DON'T INTERACT, 18+, sex pollen, affected to pollen and subtle reluctance, size kink, overstimulation, fingering, big leaking orc🍆.
Part 2 here. 🩷 This is a completed 3-Part series that was once exclusive on Patreοn! Have fun reading.
The sun was setting over the dense forest, spreading shadows across the clearing that you and your orc coworker, Grom, had been exploring. He worked for you in the village, helping you in the business you owned, a shop that offered spices, herbs, and other medicines. You had headed out to harvest herbs during the day, like you had done numerous times before.
Only at that time had you ventured into an area of the forest that you had not previously explored. You wanted to study some uncommon flora, and despite your reservations, Grom had followed, insisting that you not go into untouched areas of the forest alone.
He was such a sweetheart. But you didn’t dare tell him that or show your attraction to him.
Truth be told, you'd always been drawn to him, ever since he walked into your shop and asked for a job. Everyone warned you against it, but something about his dark gaze and velvety voice swayed you. And why should you hire him? Humans and orcs finally coexisted; after years of war and conflict, both races had begun to accept each other. You saw no reason not to try to accept that concept and support them.
He had since become your trusted assistant and a great coworker to have around. He gladly learned from you, and despite the initial terror he instilled in the customers when he first started working, he was now relaxed. Everyone had accepted him, swayed by your kindness and generosity to him. Grom was tall and muscular, his muscles were prominent even under his clothes. His look was slightly rough, with a rugged and scarred face and large tusks protruding from his mouth. However, he was friendly and truly engaged in his work.
He was precious and you’d never risk ruining the balance of your relationship because of your romantic feelings for him.
You smiled to yourself and returned your attention to the forest, exploring the flora and listening to the birds' songs. You bent here and there, touching plants, rooting out herbs, and carefully placing them in your basket. A weird violet plant drew your attention. It was gorgeous. Bright, pure purple with white dots and a rich, sweet aroma that floated to your nostrils.
He joined you with a grumble, and at that moment, a burst of pollen exploded from the plant’s petals, creating a thick cloud that surrounded you both. You coughed and waved your hands in the air to dispel the thick pollen. Grom cursed out and grabbed your elbow, dragging you as far away as he could from the plant. His hold was powerful, his face set in a grimace, his torso taut, muscles tight beneath his thick skin.
You hardly had time to act before you felt it—a peculiar sensation, like a thousand small sparks igniting across your skin.
"What… what’s happening?" You breathed as he cursed again, his big hands brushing the yellowish pollen off your clothes.
"I don’t know. Stay still," he rumbled, his voice deep and protective, though you could see the uncertainty in his eyes.
“That plant—” You bit back a whine because the tingling grew stronger. “I thought it was a simple flower, but—”
This time, you couldn't help but whimper. Your body felt unusually hot, goosebumps rising on your skin. You rubbed your thighs together, realizing you were soaked, your pussy tingling and gushing slick. Grom was also affected; although he had stepped away, you could hear his rapid breathing. He didn't look at you, but he was sweating, and his green cheeks were flushed. His fingers rubbed his face, as if trying to understand what was happening.
A deep, rumbling groan escaped him. "Feels… strange.” He clenched his fists. "Like fire under my skin."
You felt the same way, a fact that added to the heat that had now soaked your thighs. The tingling gradually gave way to a warm sensation that extended throughout your body. Your nipples felt tight, and heat spread in your chest before moving down, making you weak in the knees. Your breathing quickened, your skin became hypersensitive, and every contact of the air against you seemed like a caress.
You wanted to take off your clothes; the mere scratch of your clothes against your flesh filled you with aching need.
"Grom…" You tried to stand up to distract yourself from the heat, but you staggered. He caught you before you could fall, his large hands wrapping around you. You sighed at the pleasant sensation of his touch.
"Something's… wrong. I feel… hot. So hot.”
"I know." His voice was tight, like he was barely holding on. "I feel it too."
For quite some time, neither of you moved. His deep green eyes fixed on yours, full of the same uncertainty and yearning that you felt. The air between you was charged, your bodies infused with the weird power of pollen. He was still holding you, but there was more—something primitive boiling beneath the surface, something you both wanted to explore.
"We should… we should leave," he said, though his voice was a whisper.
You both nodded, but didn't move.
His breath came out in thick, labored pants, and you could see his eyes darken and rake over your body. His hands massaged your back slowly, causing your frame to melt into his. He growled low and menacingly, but you were not afraid. The warmth between you increased, and the tingling intensified, until every nerve in your body screamed for relief.
"This— ahh—this… is getting stronger." You gulped hard, your heart racing in your chest. "I think it's a sex pollen plant. They're so unusual and uncommon in book history—" you swallowed as another wave of warmth pulsed through your clit. "Its effects are overwhelming. The tension and need are unbearable."
“We must go back,” he said, his voice barely more than a growl. Still, he didn’t stop stroking your back.
"Can’t… ahhha—" you whined, feeling your body betraying you, leaning toward him. “‘M sorry—”
"Those sweet sounds you make," he murmured, his breath brushing against your neck. You closed your eyes, trembling at his warmth. Then he straightened up, releasing his grip on you and rising to his feet.
"We must leave,” he snapped. “Seek treatment.”
You chuckled. When it came to sex pollen, there was only one remedy: ride it out. And he knew it as well. You wanted to resist the pull of pollen. But you couldn't deny the heat and desire—the portion that wanted nothing more than to give in. To ask him to touch you and let you feel his strength surrounding you. Allow the sex pollen to take you both.
"Can you stand up?" he asked, his back to you.
Humming at him, you tried—struggled—to stand. You lost your balance when a sharp tinkling slammed against your clit, and fell down. The fall was gentle because his powerful arms had embraced you. You bit your lip to hide the delight at his touch, and opened your eyes to meet his ardent look. His face was now inches from yours, his pupils fully dilated, the warmth of his breath mingling with your own.
Damn… he was affected. Much more than you.
"If you can't move…" His grip tightened slightly, and you noticed a flare of green fire in his eyes. "Then we have to ride it out. Together."
"Yes. Please," you replied, your heart pumping in your chest. "Together."
Your fingers tightened into his arm, squeezing tightly as another wave of tingling warmth washed over you. It wasn't just warmth; it was fire, lighting up every inch of your body in ways you'd never experienced before. Every feeling was heightened, the air on your skin causing you to shudder with need.
“Grom…” your voice cracked, “I… I can’t… Please…” The word came out in a strained whisper, scarcely audible, but that was all you could manage. Your face flushed with embarrassment, but you couldn't stop the words from coming out.
"You don't understand," he grumbled. "I'm also affected, and it's too much. "I can't... I can't think. I can't stop it. My control is slipping, and I am afraid of..."
“Please, Grom… I need… I need you."
"I know, love," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I can feel it, too. I can smell your arousal. You smell so good, little one."
You whimpered when you heard the endearment. He never called you sweet nicknames. He was always professional and serious, but oh, how you loved the sound of "my little one" on his lips. You wanted to hear him repeat it every day.
Body on fire, you grasped him, every inch of you crying for release. More liquid warmth gathered low in your belly, soaking your panties and trousers while your legs trembled.
A rumbling growl sounded in his chest. "Fuuuck, you smell amazing. You're sure?" he asked, his composure melting. "You have to be sure, little one. I do not want to hurt you. "I'm bigger, different than you."
You nodded frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders. “‘M sure,” you whimpered, trembling against him.
“You can take my orc cock?” he drawled, thoroughly enjoying you dripping and shivering all over.
“Hmm! Can and will take it. I need you… I can’t—oh gods, I can’t hold on anymore.”
Grom’s eyes flared at your words, his hands gripping your waist tighter as if trying to ground himself. His jaw tensed and he inhaled deeply through his nose, his massive chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Finally, the last shred of his restraint snapped, and his eyes darkened with a brew of desire and resolve.
His large hands moved up to cup your face, pulling you in closer. “Then I’ll help you, my little one. I’ll make it right.”
His lips crashed down on yours with a hunger that matched your own. You moaned lewdly and hugged him, squeezing your sensitive breasts against his chest, sighing at the pleasurable friction. Careful not to hurt you with his tusks, his tongue slipped in your mouth, tasting you. Your tongue played with his, dancing in a come hither motion. The kiss was rough, needy, and moist, with his hands roaming your body, your hands tangling in his thick hair as you kissed him back with fervor.
The haze around you thickened, the warmth from the pollen seeping deeper into your bodies. You fit together like puzzle pieces, the electric spark between you growing stronger, the pollen amplifying every sensation tenfold.
Unable to withstand the layers of clothes separating you, you dragged off your clothes, impatiently tugging at them while keeping your mouths fused. He assisted, his hands ripping fabric apart until you were both naked, heated skin against heated skin. Grom groaned into your mouth, his hands roaming your body, kneading the soft flesh of your shoulders, your breasts, your soft belly and hips before sliding lower.
Sitting back on his haunches, he lifted you easily, pulling you to straddle his massive frame, your legs spreading on either side of his hard thighs. His chest was warm and solid against yours, his heartbeat thunderous, matching the wild rhythm of your own. His cock jutted up against your belly, huge and veined, leaking moisture.
You were struck at the differences in your physiques, even with him kneeling back and you riding him, you could barely reach his shoulders, and his cock was just as large and proportionate to his size, pulsating up your heaving breasts and dribbling pre-cum on your nipples. Enjoying the same sight, he cupped your asscheeks and pulled them apart, keeping his massive cock snuggled against your breasts.
You moaned when a thick finger brushed against your heat, tickling the aching that had developed since the pollen touched you. As he circled your pussy, you could hear his finger making obscene sounds, teasing your dripping folds and tracing your hole. He opened your outer labia and you gasped, your body arching under his touch, desperate for more.
“Gods,” he growled, thrusting his finger past the resistance of your body. “Fuuuck— so tight…You’re driving me wild, little one.”
“Please, Grom,” you begged again, wiggling your waist to urge him to pump that blessed finger that stayed deep in your depths. “I need you now.”
He chuckled and curled his finger inside you. “Patience, sweetheart. You are so little. Your pussy can’t take me yet.”
“I can! I can’t take you, always wanted to—” you stopped, realizing what you’d revealed.
“You always wanted me to fuck you?” He filled your sentence as he fingered you slowly, gathering your wetness and spreading it all over your cunt and clit.
You swallowed hard. “Hmm… always wanted you. I always feel so attracted to you.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” he moaned, kissing you sloppily. “I’ve wanted you every day. Wanted to rip your clothes apart, lick you from head to toe and thrust my dick in that sweet-scented pussy of yours. I’ll fuck you today— more than once, and you’ll be mine,” he whispered, his voice rough but tender. “Mine. My mate.”
You nodded, your breath hitching when he added a second finger inside you. “I’m yours,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with need. “Please… make me feel whole again.”
With that, the world around you vanished, leaving nothing but immense pleasure that surged up your body and burst forth in a fine explosion. You rode his fingers, kissed him, and held him for dear life. You could hear your loud moans, his rough groans as he finger-fucked you, and the lewd sounds you made with all the juices pouring down your thighs. It was heaven—no, it felt better than heaven. And all you wanted to do was lose yourself in it and let him transport you both into a world of pure, unmistakable yearning.
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Mint can you tell us more about the naga and the merman 👀
-when mermen are trying to breed, they take their potential mate to a spot thats suitable to give birth. its a sign they can prove safety and care. by approving the space, you are telling him that you want his baby.
"Human like?" he asks, unusually fidgety in the water. The water is cool, the sun is warm-- you stretch on the shore with an elated sigh. this Place is so secluded that you dont fear being seen; you're stripped down to your panties.
"Yes, its perfect."
he's pleased at that, long tail flipping behind him. he watches you carefully, waiting for something.
"Human swim?" he asks.
"In a minute."
when you flip on to your stomach, he's suddenly on top of you. his thrusts are wild, huge cock slipping past your ass twice before he pulls back a d slides fully into your cunt. his cock is impossibly wet, self lubricating to the point of ridiculousness. his rutting squelching with ever push. hes too heavy for you to even try and struggle
"what are you doing?" you ask, horrified.
"Fill with baby." . (the lubricant on his cock is filled with sperm-- it doesn't matter if he finishes. you're bred)
I think the biggest thing mascot horror things need to get a grip on is the reasonable balance of cute/creepy. The mascot in question needs to be cute enough to realistically be for children but scary enough to actually make for effective horror. Most games always lean too far in either direction and idk maybe it's just me but immersion with these kinds of games are important for me to actually find enjoyment in them.
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I think ao3 is literally the only site where no censorship means no censorship. you can post the most vile things on there — things that will get taken down on any other platforms — and ao3 will protect you, your works, and your rights to create whatever you want, however you want.
and no, this isn’t me saying “write that messed up, disgusting thing” because while, yes, write it if it’s what you want (I myself enjoy writing dark fics, something I believe would be considered “vile” to a lot of people), this is me saying in a world of censorship and capitalism, ao3 really is a treasure.
Torn between wanting an intellectual monster partner that I can learn and hear about monster society from, and a sex-crazed beast that stalks me for the perfect time to kidnap me to return to their cave for a breeding frenzy
Bestial monster that gets more stalker-y and kind of feral around their rut/heat, but that’s considered normal and acceptable in monster society. All part of the courtship monsters go through when choosing a mate, wherein the stalker learns as much as they can about the stalk-ee and leaves them gifts. Meanwhile, the stalk-ee was usually a monster with keen senses that was fully aware it was happening and could stop it if they wished, or even stalk the stalker right back to show their piqued interest. If all went well what followed was usually what monsters called “a proper first date.”
You knew this particular monster before from work, and they were always very smart, dapper, and kind. You couldn’t help but feel safe around them, even if many of your peers were monsterphobic. You loved learning about monster society from them, even asked them how dating worked a few times, trying to imagine how that would work between you two.
However, they failed to tell you that tidbit about monster mating habits. Then their heat/rut hit, and you, a human, entirely unequipped with the monstrous senses and skills needed to play the courtship games correctly, not to mention blissfully unaware of the rules at play, may have accidentally “stalked” them back by bumping into them while they were on the prowl. In an instant you were thrown over their shoulder and carried away.
Now that you’re stuck in their den, you get to hear all about the mating rituals they glossed over before due to knowing humans would find it uncouth—in between breeding sessions of course. Luckily for you, your new mate is not oblivious to the customs of humans even if the fog of rut/heat made them forget their senses for a bit. After a few days of thorough aftercare, they make sure to treat their new mate to a lovely candlelight dinner once you’ve recovered. They hope it at least partly makes up for blindsiding you, even if it was the best sex of your life and you’re going to be sure that they do it again, and again, and again~
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The male siren who works at the same bar as you can only transform through skin-on-skin contact with a human. The bar has become twice as popular ever since he was hired, which is great news for your boss. The task of helping your coworker shift between forms is entirely up to you, and touching his shoulder or arm is usually enough.
Lately the transition time has been taking longer and longer, leaving the siren drained of energy and panting by the time he transitions into his human form. You can tell something is wrong, so you ask. He's visibly embarrassed as he tells you that he needs more contact to shift properly, and all the previous times he's been forcing it.
You let him know you're more than okay with it, and end up hugging him awkwardly over the edge of the blowup bathtub that's been set up for him in the backroom. He's in his human form almost in the blink of an eye, and you share a triumphant laugh. A week passes just fine, but by the eighth day, he's having a hard time once again. It doesn't help that he's supposed to go on stage in ten minutes.
He's stressing out, tugging at his hair and chirping in distress. You've never heard him make that sound before. You decide to clamber into the bathtub with him. Water splashes everywhere as he flails in confusion for a second, but he calms down the moment you wrap your arms around him. A small trill of content escapes him. After a minute he taps you on the shoulder, and you realize it worked. You get out and let him get ready while you squeeze the water out of your clothes as best as you can.
He brushes his cheek against yours affectionately, thanking you before he dashes onto the stage. His voice is particularly enchanting that night.
