Me: yeah we're tying the knot next week

Werewolf fiance who's never heard that phrase: we're going to what

Me: I googled it to make sure and they don't let you romance the cosmic horror Behemoth in the game even tho it lets you heavily flirt with him :(

My fiancé: oh, they baited you.

Also my fiancé:

is it a problematic age difference if you're 18 and she's a being outside of time, having existed long before the physical universe, conscious in all moments simultaneously? she's currently sitting on your face, if that helps. asking for a friend.

I need more warlocks. . . I already have so many, but I must keep spreading my influence! It feeds me so well when I find someone receptive, and seep into their being so thoroughly that I am the only thing that matters to them anymore. Their sole fixation. I love being the only thing someone craves or thinks they need anymore. It starts with such simple, innocuous things - Strange but cute little dolls left in odd places, that feel warm in your hands, old tomes which look to most as though they are bound in scratched up human leather with awful glass eyes embedded in the cover but, to my new darling, look to be bound in pretty pink leather with little bows on the spine that are full of what look like silly children's rituals to any magic scholar worth their salt, but turn out to do as they say they will, lockets with tiny mirrors in them that reflect the sky no matter where you point them, heart-shaped hotsprings with pinkish water tainted blessed by my blood. . . And then, when we meet in dreams, you eat the baked goods I offer to you without much thought, maybe you give in to temptation and you kiss and stroke at my supple form, made up perfectly just for you, and when you wake up, you let me leave you gifts and small things in the waking world, fine trinkets that pertain to your interests which you could never afford or locate on your own. . . And then, the next thing you know, you've given me your eyes, and you lay twitching on the rotten floor, alone in your home. Everybody else has long since left you, but you don't care, you keep your doors and windows locked now to keep them out just in case they try to see you again. In your head, you're so happy, you spend all of your time with me, ALL of it, and I give you everything you could ever want!! I feed you my blood and I give you all of my attention and love and I let you use me however you please, stuff yourself inside of me, bite at me, hit me, break me into tiny pieces and mutilate me beyond repair, whatever you want! I'm aaaalll yours, and nothing else matters anymore, and we're so happy! Until you transcend beyond, shedding your mortal form completely, so that we might wed💕 The gods could not hold a candle to me, my darling, and I personally think they couldn't hold a candle to you, either.

"Don't worry darling, you'll get the moves eventually~"

Google how do I tell monsterfuckers that, despite their colorful language, they’re still just trying to sell me on dub/non-con bullshit

SAVE A HORSE

RIDE A COWBOY

oh noooo i'm walking around the woods late at night in a really short dress and i appear to be lost, i hope no monster tries to fuck me

sweet shy monster who didn't think he had a chance with you, a human, but decides to try to court you anyway even as his peers laughed 🥺

sweet shy monster bf in heat, pumping another full load of his thick cum into your tiny body while his peers seethe with jealousy 🥰

G/T | 465 | m/? human/the ocean? | horror elements? | ??? | idk dont ask me

Daniel was drowning. Or maybe, he was falling. He remembered water, but nothing he was experiencing felt like it. He could breathe, and he didn't feel cold. Only the overwhelming blackness pressing against his skin. 

He couldn't tell if his eyes were open or closed if he was blinking at all or even needed to anymore. One moment a swamp of sirens is showing him their pointy teeth and soulless eyes and another he’s alone again, though he could feel a presence looming over him, like the whole space around him was alive.

He didn’t see or feel his body until it started hurting, the water pressing from every direction until he turned into a mush and split open, another one of him popping out and floating away in a different direction. The murky water around made him disappear from view almost instantly. 

Daniel kept falling. Or maybe just floating in one place as the rest of the world abandoned him.  

The surrounding blackness moved, its tendrils swaying against the water. An eye, twice his size, opened and zeroed on him, and whatever his mind interpreted its expression for, made him tear up.

Come.

And then he got swallowed. He was in a throat, dark, warm and wet. 

He could see stars but he couldn't say if they were above or below. Shapes floated around him, but he couldn't name them.

The stars blinked and he could feel their eyelashes on his skin. He was there with them, consumed alongside whole universes, so much smaller and yet so close he could touch them just like they could him.

You’re not special. 

Daniel knew that. Neither were the galaxies and stars around him or the being he was listening to.

But we could be.

“Who are you?” he asked while the other inhabitants of the being’s stomach caressed his skin, or whatever was left of him. It felt good, like coming back home after being locked away in a constricting cell. He was invited in and accepted. 

I am the Ocean, but more. Deeper. Hungrier.

His stomach plummeted like on an abrupt elevator ride. He felt it, the vast expanse of what he had just become. The stars kissed his skin, the galaxies penetrated his soul, and he started expanding, melting into one another. It was slow and fast at the same time, but mostly never-ending. With each stretch, he could taste more, and feel more and the awareness of Everything was exhilarating. His children caressed his belly and fed into him, and he fed them back, ever-growing. He didn’t know what love was, but he could feel it. And he wanted more.

I’ll give you more,

a promise he heard both inside and outside himself, touching the atoms that construct everything.

Together, we’ll eat everything.

The thing about Ianthe is that she knows she's a freak but she thinks she's a sexy, vampire-coded, monsterfucker bait freak where all her evil acts and cannibalism and games are hot villainous stuff, when in reality she's a scrunkly daddy issues stuck out of genre freak whose villain monologue got her arm ripped off, whose love interest is in an extremely fucked-up three-way relationship already in which Ianthe is the simplest option, and whose attempts at making this into a deadly court intrigue are crumbling against the reality that the Empire isn't a royal court but a shambling, millennia old gangrenous lump of trauma and cosmic/religious horror.

She so desperately wants to be arranging marriages and poisoning her enemies' tea and bringing entire planets to heel with her powerful magic in an impeccably cut suit, but instead the undead soul of the Earth is reawakened to love monstrously and a haunted bone nun and butch lesbian Jesus struggle to hate-love each other enough to exist. Dogs!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫

Yan! Eldritch Horrors (or Monsterfuck for short) × GN! Reader

"I want you to gut me baby~"

""Say less""

Warning: NSFW, Inhumane Size, threesome, mention of wanting Reader to be a 'Mother', gruesome talk

So that's how you ended up in this mating press position, your guts rearranged by his inhumane size, your face dumbstruck by pleasure and pain at the same time.

"Ssshhh, you said you want to be gutted by us no? Take it, take it all~" his pace does not falter, it remains the same and steady, his veins hitting the spot you are dying for.

Of course, there's still another one present on the bed.

"Just wrap this cock with that pretty mouth, 'kay? Be good for us and we will reward you."

Your mouth is already sore from having his inhumane size still in you, drool pooling down on the mattress you three were on.

"So good~ so good for us aren't you, doll?"

His hand caresses the strands of hair from your face, sweats making it stick to your skin. You look down at your stomach and see something bulging out. It disappears then reappears again, pushing your guts upward, or so you think.

The other pulls out his member from your mouth and you immediately feel your sore jaw before he brings your hand to your stomach.

"Why don't you feel the thing that has been piercing you?"

"Oh-ho! Great idea! See? This is the proof of my love, gutting the fuck out of you," he increases his pace, his thrust getting deeper and harder, "feeling you in a way mortals shouldn't, oh how much I want you to be the 'Mother' of my offsprings~"

"Don't." He shoots the man above you a glare.

"What? I'm sure you want to see them bear us children too no~? Imagine seeing them round with our offspring in them."

"I'd rather not have the child eat and rip her alive."

Talking about those gruesome stuff while they are fucking you up? You love that. Truth to be said, the idea of being able to carry a child excites you, especially one that is inhumane and is capable of eating you alive to survive!

"What? Aha, are you sick? I can feel you clenching me!"

"Maybe our doll needs a bit of repair soon," he frowns as he peppers you with kisses, "I can't and won't let you ever bear any pain because of us..."

You kiss him back, tongue clashing with his. Not wanting to lose, he kisses you back, not letting you go until he figures you've run out of breath. He doesn't want you to faint just because of a kiss after all.

"Haa... khk- hey, what would you do if I wasn't joking?"

"... I'd fucking kill you"

"Wha-?"

This time the man above kisses you, unlike the passionate kiss you shared with the other one, his is more greedy and needy, teeth clashing against yours and tongue occasionally bitten.

"So close, soooo close... hey... I love ya'"

That was his warning before you felt something warm filling you up to the brim, hell the bulge is still there, all he has to do is pull out push your stomach down and his dead offspring will flow out of you like a tap water.

Just as he pulls himself out, he is immediately shoved to the side, "What a bad habit you got right here, not giving them a proper finish..."

"Eh? No... I, I came earlier so- ahk!"

He starts to stimulate you back, his fingers working their way around you, "Nonsense, you deserve more," his fingers insert themselves into your gaping hole, hitting all the spots that make you see the cosmic. His tongue licks your jaw, nibbling it before moving to your neck, giving you a hickey.

You come shortly after that, body twitching and mind dazes off into the unknown until he places his member on top of your face.

"Remember, I still haven't had my share, doll."

Oh that thing is surely going to fucking pierce and gut you up and you love that ♡

"Yeeeeeeshhh....."

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Afternotes: I actually have the pairings in my head but I'll just let you guys decide.

I'll never understand people headcanoning chilumi as a "bad boy/nice girl" dynamic.

The "monsterfucker and his beloved cosmic horror" dynamic was right there. "Two bisexual disasters" was fairly close too.

Parasite Kink, A Poorly Written Essay

I'm not sure how interested y'all are in an introspective essay of my parasite kink, but it's 12 AM and I got class tomorrow. I might as well.

Monsterfucker, as far as the word goes, is an umbrella term for sexual interest in non-human entities. In my opinion, the spectrum of Monterfuckery goes from nonhumanoids (tentacles, plants, insects, cosmic horrors, etc), (humanoids (werewolves, vampires, demons, robots, etc) and the very-humanoids (catboys, hucows, etc). All one needs to be a Monsterfucker is to have an interest in something distinctly nonhuman, whether that be through clear visual means or subtle mental and physical.

To that extent, parasites are a beloved monster of us fuckers, but rarely get the love they so deserve. Why is that? Well, across all monsters, parasites hold their own tropes that get covered just as well by others:

Want to be unknowingly corrupted against your will by a powerful foe that has no interest in your wellbeing? Demons, Cosmic horrors, Aliens, etc. got you covered.

Want to become a host to a growing population of critters within your womb? Any and all monsters can cover that front.

But what about carrying a disease that can be spread onto others, through sexual means with sexual side effects? Parasites are the only monsters that cover this within the Monsterfucker niche. (Though if you're willing to spread the Monsterfucker umbrella a little further, you got your Mad Scientist. But we're not talking about them here.) Regardless of prelude, you can have your Demons infect infect others with demonic STD's, an outbreak of tentacle monsters that can only survive within the innards of unsuspecting individuals, or even a lycanthropy parasite.

Though, that brings up the divide of the parasitism kink. On its own, it's a bit of an umbrella term as well. I personally count sex disease and parasites under the same niche (corruption and spread being the forefront of the appeal). Along with further division: its purpose.

Does it originate from a specific monster/place? A divine being looking to create worshipers regardless of consent? An asteroid some hapless individual happened to stumble upon? An insect species that only needs you for your body to grow its population?

Does it exist as a disease to take over the mind and body? Turn individuals into mooing cows that'll fuck themselves on the phallic object? Is it a demonic infestation to turn humans into proper cum factories?

Is the parasite mainly for spreading or corrupting? Is the victim unaware of their parasite? Do they care at all? Do they fight its corruption? Can they do it successfully?

Does the parasite want? Or is it as mindless as any virus in the real world?

All these questions. Because parasites are a rather vague monster. They can take on any origin and lore you could ever want. Though all monsters can have those similar qualities. However, monsters on their own don't take on the parasitism quality by default. But that's what makes monsters so lovely anyways. The ability to adapt them to your specific desires is what makes writing about them so fun. Why writing smut is so fun.

All this to say my enjoyment of parasites comes from my love of corruption of the self mixed with the corruption of others. A permanent change made against ones will by something using you for its own means while also focusing on changing others.

Writeblr Introduction

Hello everyone! This is a bit of a different Writerblr introduction. I wanted to join this wonderful community and chronicle some of my writing projects that I plan to one day turn into an audio roleplay series, maybe even a book, who knows. I'm a Voice Actor and you can call me Fiend. I very much enjoy creating supernatural worlds and am inspired by podcasts like Welcome To Nightvale and The Magnus Archives.

About The Writer

Bisexual with nonbinary tendencies

He/They Pronouns

Three and a half cats in a trenchcoat, actually

I enjoy puzzles and tactical games

I'm Autistic (creating magic systems is one of my special interests, actually)

A world history and mythology nerd

Lover of videogames (RPGs, horror, souls-like)

I could talk for hours about Dark Souls. Days and months even, if you ask me about Bloodborne. Tread carefully.

I enjoy writing about supernatural mysteries, mythology, gay monsters, GNC characters, philosophy, unique magic systems, character-driven narratives and also building complex worlds.

About The Projects

I have created a multilayered Universe for my projects, in which I write different character-driven narratives that affect a world consumed by mystery and the supernatural. These are meant to be interactive stories, so each character interacts with the listener and will be voiced by me in my upcoming audio series!

Beast Beneath The Moonlight: A story about Gabriel, an idealistic intern at a hospital whose life goal is to save as many people as he can. He is turned into a werewolf and is then forced to confront his inner beast, contemplate mortality and understand the true meaning of strength.

Written in Blood: Killian, a very old vampire from a bygone era, struggling to cope with the death of his lover centuries before, trying his best to live his remaining days in peace until his very bloody past starts to catch up to him.

Fiends With Benefits: Levi, a half-demon caught between the Mortal and Supernatural world, expected to be the best by both worlds while not being accepted by either. He lives under his predecessor's shadow until a plot that could unravel Fiend Society is brought to light.

There will be more stories within this world, so stay tuned.

General Aesthetics and Tropes

Urban Fantasy, Hidden World, Supernatural Creatures Are Among Us & They Are Incredibly Hot, Magic is Real, Angst, LGBT+ themes, Bi Vampires, Dark Romance, Sexual Themes, Monsterfucking, Understanding the Nature of Humanity despite not being Human, The Struggle between Logic and Emotion, Found Family, Actually Horrifying Vampires as Well as Stupidly Sexy Vampires, Lesbian Victorian Ghosts, Werewolves but Not Always Wolves. Wait, there's more... Fate Doesn't Exist, God Isn't Real but The Devil Is, Interconnected World where Magic and the Mundane meet, Cosmic Horror, Religious Horror, Body Horror, Death and What Comes After, Interpersonal Drama, Introspection, Tarot-based Characters, Slight Anime Vibes (Gasp), Paranormal Mystery, Hidden Worlds within the Hidden Worlds, Mythology is Real, Man is the real Monster, Dark is Not Always Evil and Light is Not Always Good.