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MONSTER KINK
The monster is the other, the grotesque reflection of humankind. What lives in darkness, and what frightens us. They may be horrific in appearance or beautiful in their lure, but nothing conceals that they are different from us, and thus terrifying.
So perhaps union with such beings is the greatest death wish and titillation.
Perhaps one is already one of these creatures that live beyond the pale of humanity. Or maybe a person suddenly finds themselves transformed. Or perhaps one may find themselves the lover of a monster, willing or not.
This is a meme dedicated to the kink of sex with monsters. If your character is already monstrous, well here's a meme dedicated to them! You may chose also for “body horror” where a character finds themselves transformed into one of the creatures below. Or perhaps you prefer an AU where they were always monstrous. Or perhaps you prefer your character to remain as they are, prey for what lives beyond humanity.
Warning: This is a meme intended for hard kinks such as (and not limited to): non-con, dub-con, vore, gore, snuff, bloodplay and bestiality (depending on how animal-like your monster is). Prompts and logs may be extremely triggery for rape and sexual assault. While players are free to opt out of kinks and set their own limits and boundaries it is to be understood however this meme will likely be more extreme than most. Thus this is a warning to the casual reader.
1. As this meme is focused on hard kinks it would be extremely helpful to other players if you filled out the survey below. Copy and paste into your tag:
2. If you're posting with the body horror/AU option you may also want to include the form below (though it’s not strictly necessary):
3. Either chose from or use the RNG to select a monster and/or prompt from below.
4. Tag others and enjoy your monster-sex!
1. Vampire: The ubiquitous bloodsucker-- so much so that this creature really needs no introduction. Of course it’s up to players if the character is a sparklepire or the more antique living corpse version of the creature.
2. Werewolf: Another staple of Western imagination-- this creature too needs little introduction. Of course it is up to the player how wolf-like their monster is-- and how bloodthirsty.
3. Tentacle Monster: The staple of hentai but with origins at least 300 years old. The tentacle monster may be an octopus-like monster of the sea, some sort of alien, or just any sort of creature with lots of grasping and prying tentacles.
4. Zombie: Another newcomer to the monster line-up but one that has gained some popularity in recent years. Perhaps it’s the apocalypse, or your neighbor just knows voodoo, but a re-animated corpse is still capable of lust.
5. Minotaur: Half-man, half-bull or, perhaps, half-cow, half-woman (in whatever exact combination you like) these creatures are usually associated with a labyrinth, either as its guardian, prisoner, or executioner.
6. Centaur: Usually a creature with the upper-body of a human and the lower half a horse-- bestiality may be hard to avoid. Traditionally they are seen as embodiments of the savage side of human nature, especially when they are intoxicated.
7. Faeries: Though in modern times they are usually conceptualized as small women with wings-- traditionally fae are frightening creatures. They are known not only for malicious and possibly deadly tricks and bargains but also for abduction into their world; especially those of the Unseelie Court. The kelpie and nix are only two examples of these terrifying creatures, and many more exist.
8. Harpy: Usually a female monster but here it may be conceptualized as male as well. A spirit of vengeance usually depicted as half-bird, half-human; they were called “The Kindly Ones” in Ancient Greece in terror that even saying their names would cause them to turn their hostility towards a person.
9. Gorgon: Another traditionally female monster that for our purposes may also be male. A gorgon may be a serpentine monster or more human-like, but it always has a mane of snakes hanging down from its head. Its stare is like that of the cockatrice-- one look into the gorgon’s eyes and one may be struck dead or turned to stone.
10. Alien: Another threat only conceptualized relatively recently in the human psyche-- invaders from outer space. The appearance of such a monster is left up to the player, however the usual agenda of the monstrous alien often includes experimentation, and sometimes this includes genetic.
11. Youkai: Somewhat analogous to Western fae these are figures of Japanese mythology. They may be good or evil and their appearance may be monstrous or enchanting. They are often seen as creatures to be wary of, looking to play tricks or do other harm to humanity. The kitsune and tanuki are two often depicted youkai but many more exist.
12. Demon: Though popularly believed to be fallen angels in Christian myth these creatures exist across not only the Abrahamic religions of Christianity, Islam, and Judaism, but Zoroastrianism and Hinduism along with many others. A few examples beyond the expected Western examples of perhaps the incubus and succubus are beings like Lillith in Babylonian myth, and Div in Persian myth along with countless others. Any being in opposition to universal good may be defined as demonic.
13. Dragon Usually depicted as a great reptilian creature the dragon is well known for hoarding and occasionally burning down villages for apparent fun. (Though in Eastern myth the creature is usually seen as a more benevolent spirit.) It is up to the player if they prefer their dragon have a more manageable human form, or would like to go for the “full size” option so to speak.
14. Free Space: Don’t see the monster that tickles your fancy? Or perhaps your canon has its own monster you like to use. In either case this option is open for those who can’t find on the list what they’re looking for.
1. Sacrifice: Someone has to die. Though perhaps the monster may prefer to be merciful and will let the supplicant go after they are satisfied. Either way; someone must give up and someone must be sated.
2. Worship: Close to sacrifice but this option does not require death or perhaps slavery. The monster is to be worshiped, perhaps to satisfy the beast or perhaps because it is seen as some sort of grotesque avatar of an avenging god. Whatever the case may be, the supplicant must do whatever the monster says.
3. Abduction: Well it is hard to meet anyone when everyone is terrified of you (and perhaps rightly so). Perhaps the fancy was struck by a chance meeting, or the desired one was just happened to be glimpsed for afar. Either way they’re now within the monster’s clutches; willingly or not.
4. Pregnancy: It may be genetic engineering, it may have been an inevitable result of abduction, perhaps this is the “sacrifice” that had to be made, or perhaps it was just an accident. Whatever the exact cause there is a monstrous child on the way, and likely the pregnancy won’t be easy.
5. The Vanquished: Someone had great dreams of being the local hero/ine. They jumped headlong into slaying the local monster, for reasons of glory or true cause, but now they find themselves defeated, and at the mercy of the monster they meant to kill.
6. Observation Gone Wrong: They just got a little too close. It was curiosity that drove them to seek out the monster, they never meant any harm! But now they are far too close for comfort, and can’t easily escape.
7. The Taboo: Either they are the greatest pervert or have a scintillating death wish, but the monster has been sought out for consensual sex. Of course, there may be the question of if the monster itself is willing.
8. Dinner for One: Vore option. The monster has been out hunting, and has caught itself a meal. Up to the players to decide if they prefer soft or hard vore. And if you have no idea what that means-- this is probably not the kink for you.
9. Pact: For whatever reason someone has decided to enter an agreement with the monster. It may be so the spirit avenges a crime, for protection, or just to be their servant-- of course there are requirements on both ends that need to be fulfilled.
10. Free Space: Can’t find what you’re looking for? Feel free to come up with your own scenario.
Robert Small 🔪 Dream Daddy 🔪 ota
well, here we go
There's plenty of reasons they give, in hushed voices around campfires. The snow falls thick and heavy for a quarter of the year here, melts for another quarter.
When the snow is thin, they say, you can find its tracks easily. Hoof prints, larger than even an elk's, larger than a reindeer's. An animal as tall as a moose but lithe. More fur, more feathers than meat to it.
When the snow is thickest, though? There will be no tracks. But the killings still occur. Rumors clash - it flies, with those ash-black feathers. It floats. It turns to smoke, it hisses into steam and cries across the landscape, rains down as snowflakes and tunnels into the village for the next victim.
But hush, everyone knows only people who go into the forest itself are in danger.
Only people like this man.
This lone hunter, with his gun. His lantern brightens the snowy landscape, turns white snow an aching orange and tints the evergreens as though they're close to death.
The creature is close.
And the creature senses him. Robert. The name comes to him like a dream, someone else's memory of a man. The creature has been alone in the woods for years - decades - rumors about it gathering like snow flurries. The creature steps, one hoof and then the next, its fur so black it swallows the light, its feathers so glossy that they reflect the lantern's warmth. The ruff around its neck looks like it's on fire as Robert rounds a bend to stare it down, the feathers trailing near its feet like flaming hooves.
Its antlers twine over its head, snow drifting lazy across the points. They're velvet-soft, absorb the light in gentle curves. The textures of the creature are compounded, in the limited dark.
The creature stares at the man. Robert. The creature had a name, once.
What was it...?
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People speak of it, the creature, but many don't believe it exists. It has become a character in stories, told around fires or by children to startle each other. The lack of belief inspires the foolish to act cavalier, to test the woods, to face a threat they believe they have defeated before ever encountering it.
And then people die, or disappear completely. Gored on trees, made ornaments to a god of death. And they still don't believe. Must be a madman. Oh, they will fear a human that kills, but won't consider a beast as the culprit.
Robert will make them believe. He's seen the monster before.
"Shit--" And he sees it now, standing in the path, so suddenly close to him from around the bend and the growth. Robert stops and raises the barrel of his rifle instantly, face spread with alarm. His lantern swings heavily against his hip.
The gun loads its ammunition with a click. The black stag is alarmingly large from this close, almost larger than the actual space it takes up. It looms, darker than any midnight that Robert has seen; it seems to suck in the atmosphere around it, drawing everything in. Drawing Robert in...
His chest clinches, upper abdominal muscles seizing around the bottom of his ribs. He flinches, gasps sharply through bared teeth. His hands hold his gun with tightening fists, knuckles showing ivory through the skin, trembling. The blood in his ears begins a dull, loud roar. Robert stands frozen, posture bending in on himself -- it feels like something invisible is gutting him, pulling him open and letting everything pour out. This is-- he felt this before-- when Marilyn--
The gun fires -- hitting the creature somewhere low and to the side. Robert exhales with a sound like a stone sighing against the earth, with his rifle's aim swaggering downward as the wave of undefinable dread slowly collapses him into the snow. His eyes can barely stay on the monster -- everything is blurry -- but Robert plants a knee in the cold white blanket below and braces himself against the sudden, overpowering emotion. No one had ever survived the ravenstag to tell of its power over grief.
6/7, with rob as a werewolf?
There have been rumors around town for weeks, about a werewolf... and well, Dodger's never been one to keep a lid on his interest for things like that. It might not be anyone's business, but it's his business and something he fully intends to act on.
Dodger had been able to follow him this far without alerting the creature to his presence.. but as he gets close enough to really get a good look, he slips with a loud swear and a crack of twigs underfoot. And a moment later he's fallen onto his back... with the werewolf only a few feet away.]
Fuck...
yes!! all good! apologies for delay ♡
It's a flood of animal instinct: smells, hunger, torrential hormones with a drive to claim territory...a myriad of basic initiatives for survival. A reprieve from being human.
Robert always runs off to the woods for privacy and safety when he feels the change come, but he doesn't know how he always manages to stay throughout the whole night. Maybe it's familiar and secure to him. Maybe it's a smart place to hide.
But in this skin, his senses run wild with the sounds, with the scents, the prey to chase. And no people.
--No. There is...one person. The scent comes on the air, light and clipped off of various trees and branches on its way to him. It pulls a purring growl from Robert's lungs, baring his sharp teeth, saliva glistening around his gums. He knows the smell of people, it's a smell that haunts him every day for the rest of his human month. It's a ghost that lingers in his sleep every night. Maybe that is what sends him running to the woods when begins to feel the animal within clawing its way back out.
A rustle, low like a raccoon, and the sound of a collision yard or two away, snag Robert's attention. His ears twitch around in varied degrees south to southwest, trying to track the commotion.
Then a word.
Robert whips around with a snarl and bolts in the direction, feeling the hot tension of a fight flood his muscles, veins, claws--
He swipes back brush and branches and catches the sight of it. The limbs of a man, a leg and an arm in the dirt. The sound that comes out of Robert is like a roar. 'These are my woods, human!' Scare them away, Robert; you've always been good at it, even before becoming a beast. ]
no sweat, sorry for being slow on this end as well!
Already, the sight of him has Dodger mesmerized, but- first order of business is definitely making sure he doesn't get killed. Making sure he isn't seen as a threat, but rather - hopefully - as prey.]
not at all my friend o7
...But nothing happens. The figure on the ground remains; doesn't attack, doesn't even give Robert the satisfaction of a chase. Just lies there, supine in the dirt.
Robert pauses, ire still alight. He of course recognizes human from the rest of the animals -- it's the only other animal that fights him, hunts him down in return -- but this one just...remains. He snaps his teeth at the air above the man's head, testing him. Why won't he fight?!
The man lays exposed. Robert doesn't understand why. Next he swipes at him, open paw slapping the side of his arm. If claws catch on cloth or skin, Robert takes no notice. He drops down over the human, claws clamping down into the earth on either side of the man's head. The werewolf lets off another sound close to his face, not a howling call, but a rumbling sound from deep in the pit of his chest. Give him a reaction, damn it!
But from this close...Robert sniffs the air, jaw setting firmly as his nose catches a scent. Something...he isn't familiar with at this juncture. Fear, aggression -- the wolf in him knows these well by now, knows the way perspiration stains the air like he knows the back of his own hand (when it is indeed, a hand.)
Familiar or not, it's like hearing an old song you forgot you once knew. It's instinctual, chemicals talking to each other and flipping switches in his brain. Robert just can't decide what those triggers want to do yet. It...makes him...curious.
Curious, but with little patience. To Robert's knowledge, he is pretty sure he hasn't killed a human during the full moons since being changed, but damn it, don't think he isn't capable of it when he's like this. He works with a disconcertingly huge lack of resolve on these nights, with little ability to remember it later. Who even fucking knows what he's managed to do in this beast's skin. ]
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And with Robert's teeth so close, he really can't help his excitement manifesting. Well, he can't help it pressing up and making his pants pull tight. The very real, very corporeal danger... it has his heart racing, not from fear, but from exhilaration.
His hands reach out, digging his fingers into the scruff around Robert's jawline, lightly scratching like one might for a dog. And more importantly, keeping him held close while Dodger leans up and lets out a small growl of his own. Nothing close to animalistic, compared to the werewolf, but something of a playful, primitive noise.]
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It's like stepping down for a stair that doesn't exist, a disorienting lack of what you expected to happen. Fingers scrub through his fur, hands firm but not rough in any capacity. The man doesn't flinch, doesn't cry, doesn't make any protest.
But Robert can practically feel his pulse, with how loud it thrums in his ears. He hears a soft sound slip out of the man, and -- Robert senses it. Some sort of pheromone that nothing has emitted around him before. His lungs ache to breathe the air around the man in, his brain eager to track its scent again. It's stronger, hits Robert's gut more viscerally.
It's not a decision or a realization like he would know in his more common body. Instead, it wordlessly and abstractly occurs to Robert as if the idea sprung up in his own head, by himself. Discovery. Curiosity beating out aggression. It's genuinely a rare occurrence for him.
Robert understands the position of submission the man is giving, is confident that this is no attempt at a struggle for power. While still absolutely defensive in nature, Robert just can't help but want to explore more of these chemical sensations as they unfold around him; he nuzzles his snout against the man beneath him, his brain straining to absorb more of whatever the man is exuding right now. His neck, his chest... It tenses the wolf's muscles without fear or fight, stirs something under his flesh as if he were hot. Oh, he knows this...he seeks it out easily on a normal basis, in his human skin, in buildings. Only, never amongst these trees, and never before like this. ]
6-ishhhh
There'd been a party, a group of young twenty-somethings roaring with laughter around a campfire. Music thrummed through the trees, laced with yelling and laughs - people just having a good time, getting drunk, messing around. For a while, Scarlett had joined them, taking offers of free booze and cigarettes with a coy smile. She hadn't intended on hunting anyone tonight but then again, she doesn't always have much of a choice in the matter. It's been a while and her Calling, the true demon, rattles in the back of her brain with frustration.
It's a whiff of fear that sets her off. No one is outwardly showing it but she can sense it as clearly as the cigarette smoke in the air - sharp and nauseating. Some stupid kid starting to have a bad trip. And once she catches it, her skins starts to crawl and the need gets more and more urgent. She has to hunt it, let her Calling be indulged, enjoy it. She singles him out; he looks younger than her but not by much - bright, blue, watery eyes and soft dark hair - trying to push down his anxiety. Maybe he took too much, maybe he drunk too much. He stares up at Scarlett when she approaches him with a playful smile and grabs his hand, "Come on, let's have some fun." she tells him, tugging him away from the party and deeper into the woods.
And dumbly, he follows - the promise of sex even when he's starting to trip isn't something he can turn down. They walk for several minutes, he stumbles behind her as she lights the way with her phone light. She assures him she just wants privacy, she found somewhere cool and he believes it, laughing awkwardly. The music of the party fades and Scarlett stops in the silent darkness, peeling off her jacket and dumping it on the forest floor. Her phone joins it, barely illuminating the space with a single, fragile beam. She can feel his anxiety, his fear as she turns around and smiles coyly, something like acid bubbling in her chest Nownownownow--
She kisses him once before her hand goes to his neck and with little effort, she lifts him clean off his feet. She throws him and he lands, screaming, suddenly terrified: "What the fuck?! What the fuck?!" In the darkness, something rips, fabric? As he looks up, two huge dark shapes unfurling from the shoulders of her silhouette. Wings? He scrambles back in the dirt, still swearing, panicking, fearfearfear. Time to begin.
To anyone else, they can't see anything but clearly, something looks amiss. She delves into his mind, searching and ripping out fears, nightmares, anything she can get her hands on. Her hands tense at her sides, curling and flexing as if weaving something. There. Within moments, she's creating an illusion for him, some dark deep fear from the corners of his mind. He starts thrashing on the spot as he lies in the dirt as if trying to avoid something. He can see it. She can see it. Just them. He screams, yells out. "No! Please! Get away, get off me, get off me!" The panic ripples through her; fear, his fear floods through her veins and her blood sings with it. Her Calling rejoices, lapping up that fear, crying for more and her wings tense behind her back. Scarlett closes her eyes and smiles, something faint and dreamy - as if she were far, far away. There's nothing better than this.
And he's still screaming, crying and sobbing. She steps towards him, getting closer, letting his fear amplify. She wants to hurt him, she wants to see his hurt. She wants him to drown in that fear while she swims in it carelessly. But there's something else out there. Something distracting, someone distracting her. She can't ignore it. She turns her head, opening her eyes. Someone's there.