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hemipenal-system · 5 months

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i saw a post about a safety sign generator, which you can access here, and figured i would fuck around a bit

fuck your monsters SAFELY

#terato #terato blog #monster fucker #monsterfucker #teratophillia #dragon #werewolf #naga #robot girl #plant monster #terato concept

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tikvin · 1 year

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Creatures from Basaman's garden maze. They're used to be humans before...

#terato #monster oc #plant monster #Vulnerable #Basaman #original character #oc #monster #rose #rose monster #monster fucker #vulnerable🌹

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thedancingemu · 1 year

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Faerie Forest - Walking Tree

2.5"x3.5" ACEO format. Watercolor, acryla gouache, white gel pen. Original available

Hopefully a study for a larger painting of one of these guys

#aceo #faerie forest #walking tree #plant monster #fantasy art #my art

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fatguarddog · 1 month

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Tentacles/vines that restrain you and get all up in your mouth to pump you full of thick syrupy fattening nectar really are intoxicating to think about

#weight gain #hutch posts #plant monster #tentacles #terato

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hemipenal-system · 6 months

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haven't done a monster biology post in a while

plant monsters

-long, spiraling vines that wrap so nicely around your limbs – soft, but firm enough that you can't move around as it takes its time with you

thick stalks attached to large flowers that open to reveal petals lined with sharp teeth and long tongues where the stamen should be. flowers that wrap around adventurer's heads as the vines hold them still, tongue curiously exploring all their warm, dark spaces

-flowers with aphrodisiac pollens that latch on the same way, stamens curling into their victim's nose, mouth, and ears, shooting bursts of pollen into their lungs and sinuses until they can barely move

-thorned vines to hold people in place just a little bit better, for those tender little captives who struggle a bit too much

-flowers large enough to hold adventurers inside them, leaving them vulnerable and unable to escape when the plant decides to either dissolve them for nutrients or pump them full of seeds

-plants that grow large, delicious fruit with hardy seeds small enough to swallow, smelling wonderful to coax creatures into eating them and spreading the seeds

-flowers with chromatophores that fan open and face towards visitors, flashing bright colors at them in vivid, mesmerizing patterns, distracting them while the vines coil them up

-things that look like closed flower buds, but aren't. adventurers don't realize until they're already within the plant's grasp that they're actually long, thin ovipositors, designed to pump hundreds of tiny, gooey seeds into the plant's captives.

-creatures that look like plants but aren't. mottled green skin/fur, long leafy ears, long brushy tongues to pull nectar from flowers, soft paw pads to move quietly through the underbrush they rely on for camouflage

#terato #monster fucker #terato blog #nsft #fantasy nsft #monsterfucker #teratophillia #plant monster #monster biology post

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blinkpen · 2 months

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paisley gets a pet of her very own... designed by @thefairygodmonster! yeehee

#mog art #artists on tumblr #fantasy #monster girl #cyclops #plant monster #grimstone #paisley #vireo bind #venus flytrap #hydra

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under-cotton-and-calicos · 1 year

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Seasonal Vegetables

Plant Monster x AFAB Reader

AN: I was eating some corn and suddenly that “Country Girls Make Do” meme popped up in my head so…did you know corn stalks are 8ft/2.4m tall?

Tags: aphrodisiac, plant monster, size difference, non-human genitalia, public sex, oral sex, vaginal penetration, rough sex, facefucking, creampie, dubcon

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Autumn has arrived, bringing with it chilling winds and warm colours. You begin to wear extra layers, sometimes a cozy sweater and occasionally a shawl, and the reprieve from the heat of summer grants you an opportunity to indulge in your favourite spiced drinks.

It is a holiday, which means that the apothecary is closed. You have free time…and you feel horny. Throughout the work week, you found yourself glancing towards the stack of books shoved to the corner of your counter, far away enough from customers and any wandering eyes. “Toya's Incantations, Potions and Rituals for Bodily Ecstasy, from Amateurs to Experts!” hidden between two thick tomes on medicines. It seemed to call out to you, enticing you with the promise of carnal pleasures. There were no small number of times you recalled what happened in your bedroom, flashing glimpses of pink slime, the tentacles around your limbs, the sensation of being pumped full…

The jar still stands on your windowsill, the slime within it waiting patiently for the next time you would call upon it. You were just so busy that you collapsed into bed, frustrated and aching yet too fatigued to do anything about it

Today, you were going to do something about it. Pulling the book free from the stack, you thumb through its pages, the illustrations stoking desire within you. They are not pornographic in an exaggerated nature. If anything, they are tastefully drawn, meant to convey the intent and action of the magicks in the book. The artist has a mastery over anatomy, the objective nudity of the models reminds you of the charcoal dessins in ateliers, though they are postured in alluring compositions. Another thing that strikes you is the emotion on the subjects’ faces- smiling, mouths agape, pinched brows, bitten lips and wide, lust-blown eyes. Even in the most compromising positions, they look like they are enjoying themselves.

While you flip through the pages, you feel an oddly thick page between your thumb and index finger. As you hold it up to the light from the window, the translucent paper reveals overlapping texts and intricate lines. Gingerly, you peel the two pages apart.

What greets you is a full page spread of an orgy. Within a rectangular frame, about twenty individuals are engaged in all manner of debauchery, bodies entangled with one another, couples and groups huddled over cushions and sofas. The image captures a wide angle, encompassing the entire room. In one corner, an orc lies on their back, a human and an elf grinding themselves on their face and crotch. It is quite frankly, epic.

Upon closer inspection, a table in close proximity from the illustrator’s perspective holds numerous ornate potion bottles. The text beneath the box reads: An orgy, participants imbibed Aphrodite’s Kiss (see page 14).

A potent aphrodisiac, takes immediate effect and increases vitality, libido and stamina. An ounce will suffice for one full night.

Aha, you had found your endeavour for the day. After a week of being pent-up, a day getting ravaged by your slime monster would be a fine reward. You squeeze your thighs together, the thought alone sending shivers down your spine.

Dried ginseng, rose petals and honey you had readily available. The potion would require you to retrieve fresh water from a running river and a drop of blood after mixing all the previous ingredients together. After throwing together the chopped ginseng, rose petals and a few drizzles of honey into a potion jar, you leave your cottage for the closest stream, across the farm fields a ways away from the rest of the village.

It is a quiet day, you assume most of the village folk had left earlier in the day for the week-long festivities in town and none would bother to spend their free time toiling in the fields . Lucky for you. Once the bottle is filled with about an ounce of water, you prick your finger with a clean needle, watching the red diffuse into the clear liquid. You deposit the bottle into the pocket of your apron, humming as you begin the trek home. Along the vast fields of green and swelling, orange pumpkins are Halloween decorations. Scarecrows painted with wicked grins and carved pumpkin lanterns. You enjoy treating the children to sweets from Alistair’s, bright red jellies shaped like brains and chocolate moulded into severed fingers. Their screams of delight never grow old.

Lost in thought, you startle when a black cat streaks past you, causing you to lose your footing and tumble face-first into the field.

Absentminded fool, you grumble as you push yourself upright, assessing the aches in your body for any serious injury. Thankfully, you’re fine, save for a shallow cut on your cheek. As you stand, you realise that the potion had fallen from your apron, its contents spilled onto the soil. What did they say about black cats again?

The sound of leaves shuffling and stalk snapping draws your eyes away from the concoction seeping into the dirt. You sense a strange, tense gathering of energy in the air, coalescing the space right in front of you. The corn stalks that tower over you are drawn together, bunching and folding into a huge mass. Your hair stands on end, from the situation or the electricity in the air, you do not know. Even without your staff, you are confident in your ability to defend yourself, so you stand your ground as the vegetation surrounding you seems to come alive.

Gradually, the green bunches together to form a human torso, leaves akin to sinew and muscle mass folding over joints made of thick stalk. Thighs and then full legs grow. The creature kneels on the ground, hands forming and arms building upwards until it meets their rightful place on its shoulders. Its hands fumble across the ground, grasping until it finds purchase on a carved pumpkin, which it places on its neck. It stands, height just shy of peaking over the surrounding crops. Even under the dim street lantern, you can see a yellow corn cob dangling between its legs, stark against its light green body. The creature’s carved out “eyes”, glowing from the candle inside its head, seem to focus on you. Out of the corner of your eye, the corn rises to attention.

The puzzle pieces quickly fall into place. Your potion, with its vitality-boosting properties, was able to wake…whatever this creature was. And being powered by an aphrodisiac, this creature was made to fuck.

A hand reaches out to cup your cheek, its palm covering half of your head. The feeling of the appendage is foreign, not exactly smooth, but comforting like a warm bundle of leaves. The monster’s chest rises and falls, as though breathing, and it pulls back its hand to inspect a smear of blood, your blood, on its fingers. A glowing, otherworldly tongue extends from the pumpkin’s mouth, tasting your blood on its hand.

In an instant, you find your world turned around, so dazed that you don’t realise you’re on your back. The monster has tackled you to the ground, its huge hands pulling off your apron and pushing your skirts up your thighs. Of course, it wants to fuck, and you want to, but you’re well aware that someone might walk by and catch you getting speared by a giant plant monster.

Your hesitation, which would have been responded to by your slime, fails to stop the monster. It continues to pull apart your clothing, pulling your dress over your head and tearing away your smallclothes. The abrupt change from your thick clothing to being exposed to the chill evening air raises goosebumps across your skin and your nipples harden. The monster’s body emanates heat in waves, and you’re glad you won’t freeze to death while it does…whatever it wants to you.

The idea is equally thrilling as it is frightful. The rational part of your brain grows weaker and weaker, any protests you had fading into the back of your mind as the monster’s bright and long tongue snakes its way down to lick your cunt. It presses against your clit, slimy and warm, the glorious stimulation to your sensitive nub making you keen and moan. Its hands cover your chest, pebbled nipples rubbing against the coarse leaves.

The monster gets on its knees once again pulling its tongue out of you and back into its mouth, its corn cob bobbing in front of your face. Before you can get your bearings, its hands grasp both sides of your face and force your mouth onto its makeshift cock. You’re caught off guard, gagging as it forces itself deeper down your throat. It’s solid, thicker and longer than the average human penis. Despite the feeble beating of your fists against its sides, it continues to savour the feeling of your tight throat around its cock. Does the monster know you could break? Does it care?

Fuck it, you cling onto the monster’s pumpkin head for purchase, drawing it closer between your open thighs to urge it on faster. It slips within you, not thick enough to stretch you but long enough to drag against that sweet spot inside. The monster’s hands grope your chest and your waist, as if unsure of what soft surface to latch onto while it pleases you with its tongue. Its hot, sticky texture steadily builds the tension in your cunt, and as you grind down on it, its grip around your body tightens, pushing some of the air out of your lungs. The constriction, the monster eating you out voraciously sends you over the edge and you cum hard, whining and moaning and spasming. It had already turned dark, but the pumpkin head and distant street lanterns are enough to grant you a clear view. It is silent, save for your pants and the occasional frog or cricket. Dimly, you realise that it smells grassy and sweet.

Spots dance across your vision as you struggle around the monster’s massive girth. At the last second, it pulls you off its cock, your chest heaves as you take in as much air as you can before the monster plugs your mouth once again. This time, it bobs your head back and forth, using your throat like a toy. Tears well up in your eyes from the strain, their salt stinging the cut on your cheek. You’re gripping onto the monster’s sides and trying your best to relax your throat, to make this easier on yourself. It uses you relentlessly, giving you a few lungfuls of precious air before you can pass out then plunging back into you again. As your mouth and throat are abused, you think of how it would look- someone stumbling across you buck naked in the middle of a field, on your knees receiving a facefucking from a monster. Its viciousness and strong grip around your head arouses you even more, and in spite of the struggle, wetness continues to build between your legs.

Your jaw is aching and you’re light-headed by the time the monster grows satisfied of using your mouth. Spit dribbles down your chin and splatters onto your chest as it pulls out of you and releases its grip on your head. It gives you nary a second before it picks you up like you’re a rag doll, lining itself up with your entrance. You can feel how big it is, wedged between your lips. It would hurt, but you are so hungry, so eager to be filled and fucked that you throw caution to the wind.

The monster sinks you down onto its cock, your slickness making the entry easy, and the stretch, oh the stretch is divine. The hardness of the cob is so different from the pliant sensation of your slime, and so much more solid and unforgiving. Its ridges add pressure and friction in all the right ways, and you groan pathetically as the monster bounces you up and down. Any initial pain from its insertion withers away as it quickens, using you as a fucktoy around its cock. You’re gushing around it, producing more slick to accommodate its size and rough pace. Blearily, you look down to watch the monster’s massive cock spear through you, feeling its bumps against your sensitive walls as it drags against your insides. It's so big that it fills you thoroughly, pounding against your sweet spot and overwhelming you with pleasure. With a cry, you climax again, clenching around it and thrashing your legs. Whether it was your dizziness or the rough treatment that made you black out, you do not know.

You recall blinking in and out of consciousness several times, vision blurry and head spinning from exhaustion and pleasure. Your mind hazy, only filled with the thought of getting filled. The clearest thing that cut through all of it were the sensations. The ache in your back and hips as the monster folded you in half to fuck you. Its hands, dwarfing your body, squeezing your sides and your legs thrown around its waist. The tingles and shivers as it laved your chest and neck with its tongue.

The final time you gain consciousness, it has you on your back, legs folded back in a mating press. Your cunt is gaping and wet, sore and aching to be filled again, just as it has been for hours. The sky is turning velvet blue, and the light inside of its pumpkin head seems dimmer somehow.

The monster’s tongue licks stripes up your chest and face, snaking into your mouth to entwine itself around your tongue. It’s oddly gentle, even as it ravages your bottom half, each thrust pushing you further into the ground. It bottoms out one final time, hips stuttering as it cums, hot, viscous seed filling you, shooting past your cervix and feeding your womb. It cums an ungodly amount, you can feel the heat of it within your belly, and drops leaking out even as you are both joined. The monster thrusts shallowly, your tight walls milking every little bit of cum from it until it’s finished. It pulls out of you, the sudden emptiness making you groan. Seed leaks out of you, past your buttocks and onto a puddle in the soil.

When you wake, you’re on your couch at home, naked, sticky and sore. It’s daytime, the sun is full in the sky. After gathering your strength and limping to the window, you see a loose mess of green leaves, a carved pumpkin and a corn cob on your front step.

#terato writing #terato #monster lover #monster x reader #monster x human #exophilia #plant monster #plant monster x human

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wonderwomanfantasy · 1 year

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Hi, I come to ask for your plant dick Vash thoughts?

Hi Anon, how does it feel to be my favorite? anyways:

Vash is so human looking you'd be forgiven for thinking that he looks that human all the way over but he does not!!!

personally, I like to think that there's a long slit over his crotch, and when he's in the mood a flower blooms from his groin and takes the shape of human genitalia. or at least as close as a plant can look.

and I think the form would depend a lot on his partner and whether or not they wanted to be the one doing the penetrating.

(nasty stuff under the cut)

Imagine Vash with his legs spread and a pretty flower spreading between his legs, the petals a blueish-white color with soft vine-like leaves around the flower-like botanical pubic hair with an inviting opening in the center of the petals. when you dip your fingers into his flower you find it's as soft and velvety as any cunt, and it's slick with nectar that tastes like honeysuckle.

Imagine those Vine-like leaves wrapping around your hips as you fuck into him and forcing you to cum inside of him!

Or since I promised Plant dick: imagine a blooming flower at his crotch that spreads open instead to reveal, a thick and dripping pistil that looks like it's leaking precum.

Instead of keeping you inside those vines around the outside of the flower wrap around your hips and legs to keep Vash hooked into you keeping him pined flush against your sex. He doesn't even thrust exactly, his cock seems to move independently, pulsing in a way that feels like thrusting. all while the petals of his flower press against your body, teasing whatever they can touch with surprising dexterity.

Imagine being covered in cum and pollen when you pull away from him and Vash realizing that seeing you marked like that does something to him. He doesn't even know if it's possible for humans and plants to have children together or how that would work with the two of you but god, he loves the idea of marking you with his seed like that.

It's lucky that there are no plants on this desert wasteland because if he had to see you picking up random flowers and smelling them, getting their pollen all over you... he might get weirdly jealous. Like you're his partner does his flower not smell good enough for you? he might just have to mark you all over again.

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If you ask me more I will write more, ask me what I think about Knives.

#trigun vash #trigun stampede #plant vash #vash the stampede smut #vash x reader #vash the stampede #monster fucker #plant monster #alien fucker

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of-mutts-and-men · 2 years

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Thinking about sentient plants writhing with tentacles full of aphrodisiac sap. Laying with my back on the ground and my lower half raised and tangled up in thick vines, my knees bending towards my head. Tentacles wrapped around me so tightly and constricting every movement say for a wiggle here and there.

My mouth is plugged with a thick stamen like tentacle that sloppily pumps warm sap into my mouth, jerking around wildly and sometimes falling out and dripping all over my neck and chest before forcing back into my mouth. The effects of the sap are purely addictive, so sweet and comforting, making my whole body warm, tingly, and relaxed. Eyes stuck in a lewd haze and burning red from head to toe.

Wrapped around my cock is a flower shaped tip that is slick with more sap and strokes me up and down, small tendrils moving along the inside. Leisurely pumping into my ass is another large, stamen shaped tentacle. The tip is thinnest at the top and thickest at the bottom, full of bulbs that protrude from the inside, pumping me full of sap. The plant's 'cock' lazily drills into my sloppy and sticky ass. I could fall asleep if I wanted to.

It feels akin to the largest set of anal beads you could ever find, the orbs rubbing and dragging against my insides as it pulls out completely. Then with little force it breaches me again and sinks all the way down to the base, deep and pulsing within me.

My stomach is folded in half but I can still tell that it is bloated with sap. The plant doesn't even need to fuck me to deposit it, every thrust spills out a little bit more. So sticky and wet. I don't even know what it wants with me, how did I even get here?

Slowly, too late do I realize that the bulbous plant cock in my ass is losing its texture, starting to feel thinner and smoother. But my mind is too gone to care. All i want to do is drunkenly giggle and keep cumming all over myself and this horny plant. With droopy eyes I watch the plant's cock slip all the way inside of me, making my stomach bulge temporarily. Then pulling back out, the round bulge still there despite it leaving. Hmm...

Little did I know, one: once these types of plants lay their seeds, they need to be constantly smothered in sap in order to grow, constantly need to be covered in a new slick layer. And two: that my belly was full of them.

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Much later and with my mind even dumber and more docile, I finally change positions. Now wrapped securely around a root at the plant's base, the stamen like cock pulls out of me with an obscene gush and slick sounds. Quick to replace it is the largest tentacle I can pick out of the many dozens. With a smooth tip and insanely thick base close to that of a human cock, already dripping sap like pre.

It slithers under me and in one go starts to push into me, my body is pushed up against my binds before my hole finally stretches enough to slip over the tip. The feeling makes my eyes roll into the back of my head as the whole head pops into me.

Suddenly, the cock nestled inside of me shoots out an intense amount of sap in one burst, flooding my already drenched insides. My mouth hangs open and my head lulls forward. A minute later, it does it again. At this point I might pass out.

As the day goes on and the seeds inside me grow and continue to be fertilized, more tentacles all with their own special heads flock towards me. Some suction against my nipples, stroke my arms and legs, dance around in my mouth. All of them prepare and pamper me for when the seeds are ready to come out.

#hornyramble #nsft #kink blog #monster fucker #monster smut #monster #tentacles #tentacle smut #plant monster #aphrodisiacs

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monsterhigh-world · 7 months

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WHY WITCHCRAFT IS BANNED IN

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