#insect monster

The bee hybrids pump you so full of their eggs that you grow sleepy and bedridden.

They love you like this, because for the rest of your pregnancy they get to dote on you and keep their precious queen somewhere safe and secluded!

Your attendants just adore getting to rub your distended belly, cooing over how stuffed full you are! Of course, there are other bee hybrids that are desperate to mate with the queen even though you’re already carrying a big clutch.

Your tummy is already so heavy, but you feel a bee hybrid gently climb on top of you, his antennae tickling your forehead.

“P-please, my queen… I’ll be gentle.”

He’s gentle, fucking into you with the love and care of a loyal subject, but you still whine and fuss over the fact you’ll be given even more eggs to incubate!

You’re worshipped like a goddess, various fuzzy hands rubbing your belly or playing with your sensitive tits as you’re mated again and again.

If you weren’t in absolute heaven right now, you’d complain about being overworked… but part of you enjoys how much you’re sought after.

Such is the life of a queen.

Should I do more bee hybrid stuff?

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Tw: fem! Flower x wasps x bees, gangbang, objectification(?), freeuse, dubcon, pollination, wasp v bee rivalry, womb fucking(?) you potentially causing a war between the two factions in a nearby future... if I make a pt2, Not proofread lmao

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Wasps help pollinate too, so why do the bees get all the glory?

Granted wasps are an aggressive and territorial lot compared to the docile bees. And weren’t all that good at pollinating but boy were they dutiful studs, fucking you like they owned you. Which to their arrogant understanding, they did.

The drone wasps, were the definition of sore losers, at how they didn’t succeed pollinating you as much as the bumble fucks did. They couldn’t fathom it. They were bigger and stronger and so much more deserving of you being their exclusive nectarine slut.

And as a testament to their egoistic stance, the drone wasps always left you dripping, whimpering, and sobbing. Not giving you a break with how ravenous they were to indulge in your delectable ambrosia.

Hell you weren’t complaining with having a daily rotation of imposing drone wasps landing upon your petals. All primed and ready to deflower your ripe stigma numerous times by their pointy long cocks. Designed to get to the root of your ovary canal with the minuscule pollen collected upon their aching tips to knock you up.

One after another, they all plunged into you heedlessly scraping your walls with the small spikes upon their ovipositors. So rough and demanding wanting everything their flower can offer.

Their claws digging into your pliant flesh, in a possessive grip. Wings buzzing blaring loud in preparation to seed their sow. Right after every drone male that came inside your abused womb. Leaving you to be filled with buckets of small plump eggs contained within each round of cummy sloppy seconds n thirds n so on forth.

Till they were satisfied with how stuffed their wilting flower girl looked. To top it off they rubbed their coarse fur against you, covering you in the few specks of pollen marking you in their scent. Before taking flight back to their hive as a job well done.

To which the caring bees then took over with their bumbling selves. They buzzed in exasperation, seeing your sorry state. And only blamed to brutish wasps for not knowing anything about after care of which they took pride in giving.

They’d rub their soft fuzzy bodies into your limp petals rejuvenating you with a full on body to body message. While getting rid of the pitiful specks of pollen left by their competitors. And replacing it with an abundance of their own.

Centaur rambles

The kingdom of Mista

I’ve loved centaurs for way too long, but I've never written about em. So, imagine a centaurs. They wouldn’t have a kingdom, more so large tribes that could be found in different parts of the world. That of course means our dear prince has to do... peace talks... with each tribe.  

So imagine, we all know centaurs would be... big. He would need help from his advisor and royal guards to prepare, to be able to take such massive shafts, so the knights have to work together on stretching him open, as the advisor guides you all along. 

Poor prince reader is gonna be twitching and drooling, letting out little needy whimpers as his atlas beetle guard bounces him on his dick, as the bulldog ant guard stretches his throat. Goliath beetle and scorpion guard are jerking off, waiting for their turn, all four would be laying it on thick with praise and compliments. 

Lovely orchid mantis advisor washes and pampers him afterwards. And of course, the night before you’re set to meet the leader of the centaur tribe, they make sure you stretch you open until you’re crying from overstimulation and pleasure, and then they plug you up. 

When the time comes to finally meet the tribe leader of this nomad group of centaurs, you are struggling to think straight. Thankfully, lovely advisor dressed you up good, made you wear your best perfumes, and has guided you in what to say. 

The tribe leader is very handsome, as all your lovers (present and future). On his horse half he wears specific horseshoes made for the terrain, protective leg guards and wraps, and a blanket draped over his back that is so detailed and pretty that its clear what his standing is. 

Since you guys are in his personal tent, he wears little on his top half, mainly jewelry, to show off his muscles, scars and tattoos. It's a way for the tribes to show strength, but to you, it’s just a very nice look. 

Normally he would wear something loose, light and baggy, made of cotton or linen. He’d also wear something like to cover his head and face, like a shemagh (I think that's what it's called?). But for now, it's meant to be more comfortable. 

Of course it all ends with you, our dear prince, laying down on the rugs as you kiss and suckle at his cock, having to use both your hands to pleasure him. The centaur leader would be laying down, halfway on his side to give you space to work, but also so he can touch and pleasure you in return. 

Having to ride a centaur take a lot of creativity, but you guys make it work, even if his hooves are sticking up in his air and you have to use his front hooves to balance. The tribe leader groans loudly when he sees how much he makes your belly bulge. 

Afterwards, you two will spend the night cuddling as you run your fingers through his curly dark hair, and the tribe leader tells you about his people and their history. He also promises to bring word of your kingdom to the other tribes when they meet along the way. He also promises to share your... interest... to the other tribe leaders. 

You spend more than one night with him, and you get to meet his personal guard and closest advisors, as they also get to meet yours. If your guards didn't know you were loyal to your kingdom, they may have been jealous of how stuffed their prince ends up. 

In the end you give the tribe leader a nice and deep kiss, before you set off. One of your guards has to carry you, cuz you were wrecked inside and out, in the best possible way. 

lol, idk, I just have really been enjoying your writing and have been wanting to request something 😼

A/N: The stories this anon is referring to are naga and electric eel. Enjoy!

Stung by you

Insect-monster x gn!reader || dub-con, aphrodisiac (so sex pollen, kinda)

You’ve been thinking about it. And you are pretty sure he’s been thinking about it, too.

You’ve tried a lot of things together, including oviposition and other kinks that he thought you wouldn’t be into… Which was a lie because you loved his eggs inside of you so much you almost passed out with the first one. The other dozen left you almost comatose with pleasure as you drooled on the pillow and he inserted another one inside your welcoming heat.

But when it came to his venom… He’s very reluctant about it. He’s worried about how it could affect you. He’s worried you’ll have a bad reaction. He’s worried it would make you want to leave him afterwards… He’s just very worried about it. But you could also feel the tension in the air every time he moves his sting a bit too close to you, the way his body tenses and his dick throbs inside of you. The way you hold your breath as if that would make the moment last a little bit longer.

So it’s not a big surprise when in the middle of a normal day he asks if you’d be interested in talking it out. And you happily agree. You discuss everything, making sure both of you are in the same page and everything is consensual and careful. He even goes beyond that and asks around his friends to know if they did it with another human before. They haven’t, but they tried with other monsters, and apparently everyone was alive and well… So both of you agreed on it.

It doesn’t make him less worried, so he asks once more: “Can I?” As you feel the press of his sting against your leg. You nod fervently, lost in passion as he roars over you and you feel the sting punctuating your skin. At first you feel nothing, but soon it’s like fire burning you from the inside out.

Pairing: Spider Hybrid Boyfriend x Reader

Warnings: None

Your clingy spider-hybrid boyfriend is quite tricky when it comes to you leaving his apartment. He revels in the warmth of your presence during the night, cherishing every moment you spend together. However, a sense of dread washes over him when morning arrives, and it’s time for you to go.

He has playfully wrapped you in his silky webbing several times, enveloping you in a gentle cocoon to convince you to stay just a little longer. His affection is as intricate as his web, creating an atmosphere of both comfort and a hint of desperation.

After drifting off into a peaceful slumber in his warm embrace, you awoke to cocooned tightly, like a delicate mummy. His arms wrapped around you almost desperately, leaving little room for movement. You could feel the softness of the blankets on your skin, enhancing the snugness of your surroundings. You knew it was a ploy to get you to stay home with him instead of leaving for work.

He dismisses your desperate attempts to break free, firmly pulling you against his chest. His long legs extend over your body, creating a barrier that restricts your movements and makes it nearly impossible for you to squirm away. You can feel the weight of him enveloping you, the heat radiating from his body as he holds you tightly, his grip unyielding despite your struggle.

As you mention the looming need to prepare for work, he responds with a warm smile that lights up his face. With a playful glint in his eyes, he draws you in closer, effortlessly brushing aside your lighthearted sigh of frustration. The warmth of his embrace envelops you, making it hard to focus on the demands of the day ahead.

Eventually, you find a new job where you work from home, knowing that you will probably be fired soon from your old job anyway, given how late your boyfriend always made you.

Cw: buggy body snd many legs!