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I decided to do a few more of these before bed last night聽
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tentacles #6
18+ content
afab body
The best gift to buy for yourself is one of the small moisture-reliant tentacle monsters. They come in all shapes and sizes and more sub-species than you can think of. But what they all have in common is how quickly they learn. Once you've purchased your first jar, all you need to do is lock your room and set the monster loose.聽
It's not unpleasant to the touch - its surface is glossy and iridescent when it slowly moves over your hand, sucking gently and squeezing, learning your taste. At first it's similar to a heavy blob of warmth, the lumpy surface ever changing with half-hard little knobs that pepper it, constantly disappearing and resurfacing. But once it scented the excitement from you, the tentacles would swiftly expand and move the main body to the source of that sweetness.
It doesn't care about your clothes, it can squeeze right underneath them, straight to the whiff of wetness between your legs. The mass of tentacles would stretch whatever clothes you didn't take off on time, not caring about them one bit. You'd be surprised by the strength of the tentacles that pull your legs open and hold you still as the softer, smoother tentacles taste your folds for any moisture. Because the best feature about the moisture-reliant tentacle monsters is how far they'll go to get what they want.聽
A shudder goes through the main body when it finds what it's looking for. You feel it shiver and transform, the squishy surface hardening, the knobs popping up as the first poke of something thick and heavy finds your entrance.聽
It tastes your folds, pulling them apart, already wet and glistening, and then pushes further, stretching your entrance - the source of its nutrition. You can feel the knobs on its shaft and the short, impatient movements of the main tentacle when it's overwhelmed by how much more wet you become with each second. It stretches and pushes back and forth, quickly realizing that's how it gets more moisture out of you. It's deaf to the moans of your pleasure when more of the main body fits into yours, filling you to the verge of sweet pain. It doesn't notice your legs shaking in it's hold or the tension in your muscles. The tentacle arms holding you in place extend further, gripping you with all the strength of a starved monster. More arms cup your ass, some venture higher to your breasts, already covered in sweat.聽
Every thrust into you feels deeper than the last one, the knobs along its shaft hard and glossy. There's no end to it, no break in the pounding, twisting and curling of the iridescent flesh into yours. You are sweaty and exhausted and stretched so fully you doubt you'll ever close your legs again. The monster drinks your release, and then the next one, and only finishes feasting when your pulse drums in your ears so loud it's deafening and you can barely catch your breath. The monster is sated now, and slowly unravels from your throbbing hole.聽
The moisture is quickly absorbed through its surface, now a darker color. It moves slowly as it crawls over your body back to its jar.
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Is it okay if I tag things as happening to an 'afab body' or 'amab body' when i need to name specific body parts? I don't know the right English terminology but i know there's a lot arguments happening about what's transphobic or not
(in my country it's illegal to be trans or even not straight, i don't know how to write things right)
Edit: please leave a comment, ask or a reblog, i don't know how to interpret the hearts 馃槄
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alien #1
18+ content
Not to be a hoe on main, but y'all have no idea what I'd give to be a crew member on an alien spaceship.
Imagine being locked for weeks or months at the time with the crew full of creatures from every corner of the galaxy. Some twice as tall as you, some with extra limbs, tentacles, scales, horns and parts that could be named only in their native tongue.
And now imagine being the only crew member both delightfully squishy and willing to help out any alien in need of a release.
Some would probably only want you to deepthroat them, and would love the way you squirm as they push further into your throat, and only finish when you can hardly breathe. The taste would linger in your mouth for hours.
Some aliens would require some stretching first, if you wanted to make them fit in one of your holes. The various shapes and sizes would make it delightful to be roughly handled by however many came to your little room and used you one after another. Bruises would form on your thighs and scratches from scales moving over your skin, as you bounce over another bulging, twisted c.ock, slick and so thick it feels like you won't be able to close your legs ever again.
And judging by the amount of crew members waiting for their turn with you, it might come true.
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hey! im lvin your stories though im curious, what's with the period in words? c.ock, b-reasts etc
It's to avoid ban. Tumblr has bots searching for sensitive content.
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Masterlist: witch 18+ content:
witch #1
tbc
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witch #1
18+ content
Imagine a witch taking you as a pet. You'd be fed and taken care of. Living in the middle of nowhere, you could enjoy peace and quiet, and live your days as you please. Of course you'd want to show how grateful you are, right?
Why not be an obedient c.ockwarming pet then? Warming up the bed and rubbing the scent all over yourself every evening, right before you take your position for the night, or whenever you're needed. Every little push throughout the night would wake you up, already wet and slowly tensing around the hard shaft buried deep in you. You'd move your hips gently, doing your best not to disturb the witch, while riding them patiently and watching their body react on its own.聽
The smell of herbs drying by the roof would heighten your senses, making your skin itch with the need to shove the witch onto the pillows and let them raw you right when they wake up. To feel the nails cutting into your skin, and hands gripping your legs or neck just enough to bruise.
The witch you live with has always been understanding when it comes to your needs. Summoning a few toys to let you have your fun wouldn't be much of a problem.聽
Do you feel in the mood to be pumped full of c.um by those tentacles you fancy? The ones that have little suckers that leave marks on your skin and play with your n.ipples for hours, making them so hard it's almost unbearable?
Or maybe you'd prefer a demon to take you against the wall of the cottage again while your witch brews yet another potion for the client? After a few rounds, there should be enough c.um in you for it to leak out. Your witch certainly wouldn't mind collecting some of it, just in case it was needed one day.聽
A witch's life can be so busy sometimes, but there's always time in it to watch you getting satisfied.
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I've been a little out of touch with my monster fucker side, having fawned over pretty 2D characters & anime monster boys as of recent....but this writing..... imagining more genuine monsters with every scenario.... HSKWBDKSD ALL MY KUDOS TO YOU, IT'S FANTASTIC!! THANK YOU FOR SHARING IT WITH US!! 馃挅馃挅馃挅馃挅
Oh my goood i feel so honored to reignite that side of you!! 馃槏馃グ
I'm crying, you made my day so much better!
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Fae #2
18+ content
dub con
Being a mortal among the Fae often put you in the spotlight, whether you wanted it or not. Wherever you went, eyes were on you, and shadows followed your steps, stalking and falling upon you when you least expected it.
The night was coming to an end when strong hands pushed you into a narrow corridor smelling of damp earth and wine. Fingers with too many joints close around your arms in an iron grip, dragging you into an open bathing chamber, with the main pool hanging over the side of the mountain. Fae already sit there, all shapes and forms glistening in the mist slowly rising from the earth.
As every night, whatever gown you had draped over yourself, was torn off your body, stiff and shivering with goosebumps because of the chilly night air and the lust shining in all the eyes around.
The Fae laugh as you're pushed further into the chamber, your a.ss smacked loud and hard. A beautiful Fae with three horns sprouting from her head sits on the edge of the pool and reaches out to the clasps around your nipples, pulling hard until you stumble to her with a moan. She catches your mouth in a lingering kiss with too many sharp teeth closing around your lip, drawing blood. She pushes your head down, to the pouch between her legs, heavy and covered in soft fur.
The Fae gather around, chirping in their inhuman tongue as you're made to lick and stuff your face over her pouch, hardening under your hands. Slowly, her member emerges, violet and smelling like the golden nectar they make you drink at every feast. Claws dig into your scalp when you're pushed onto her c.ock, opening your mouth as wide as you can to wrap around it.
You choke when your a.ss is being smacked again with twigs and branches and open, clawed hands. Red marks blossom over your skin, over and over again as their laughter becomes more delighted with each sound that escapes you, barely able to take a breath with mouth full of Fae's c.ock.
You notice hooves walking past you before hands grip your hips and spread you, already swollen and sensitive. Spit lands on you a moment before a hard c.ock is pressed against your hole and heaves against it, slipping slowly in as it stretches you almost painfully to accommodate it.
Someone's tail wraps around your throat as the Fae spills into your mouth, her c.um sweet and thick as she rocks her hips violently, almost to the rhythm with whoever pounds you from behind, going deeper and deeper with feral groans.
It doesn't stop, and you can't see how big it is, but with every thrust it goes deeper into you, the grip on your hips bruising. It's the only thing holding you steady as your legs give out, shaking and weak as you're being impaled for the merriment of Fae. They can smell your arousal, and they have no intention of stopping.
The c.ock is removed from your throat, now limp and sagging. The tall Fae walks back into the pool without looking at you, but more of her friends take her place, pushing against your face and holding up your arms to position you. You go along, the pleasure too great to fight them, however many come to use you just the way you, and they, like it.
You moan into their c.ocks, and their slits and fingers, and whatever is being stuffed into your face as your a.ss is being ripped in two, your legs spread wide over whoever holds them. Seed spills into you after what feels like eternity, and you writhe in their hold as you c.um, your skin red and sweaty as the Fae finishes in mighty thrusts.
But there are more around, waiting for their turn, and already eyeing you, deciding how they'll use you this time.
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tentacles #5
18+ content
+mention of p.enis
Imagine being woken up every morning by the tentacles slipping the bottom of your pyjamas down your legs and spreading them wide open. One of its arms wraps around your hips, lifting them just right to make your c.ock throb in anticipation, as another pushes your head down into your pillow.
Every morning they tease your a.ss, playing with your entrance and sliding the tip of the shaft inside, lubing it before going just a little bit deeper, and slowly spreading your hole.
Your c.ock is already hard and so sensitive that you can't help but gasp into the fabric as tentacle wraps painfully around your balls, not letting you come just yet. Another one strokes your length, making you shudder and whine, but your release is blocked until a meaty tongue envelopes your c.ock, slippery and warm and waiting for your juices. Your t.esticles are finally freed as the tentacle pumps them vigorously, milking you while the other one pounds your a.ss until you're all spent and numb, every last drop sucked out of your now limp c.ock.
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werewolf #3
18+ content
Just saying, but if you don't let the local werewolf pack raw you every full moon deep in the woods, with your head pressed into the soft moss and your holes knotted mercilessly by all of them, you're missing out.
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Fae #1
18+ content
Imagine becoming a slave of a Fae and being taken to their home as a pet. They're excited to own a real human and take you to one of the fun places where they usually gather, to show you to everyone.
First thing they get rid of are your clothes - they want their friends to see and touch a real human as much as they please. A golden collar is put on your neck, thick and with a chain attached to tug you around. There's more gold on you than you've ever seen before. Cold, golden clasps squeeze your n.ipples tight. There are diamonds attached, heavy and weighing them down, catching light whenever some lands on you.
Lazy strokes of shimmering paint are all you earn in the place of your clothes, swirling around your body and making all the Fae around you brush their hands over them, learning the curves and softness of a human. The cave is filled with them, drinking and eating snacks even as they play with you, pulling on all your tight spots and laughing as their thick c.um rolls down your scraped legs. They f.uck you on the tables heavy with food, and lick the wine off your skin.
There are several claiming marks bitten over your skin by the end of the night, but you can't wait for even more to come.
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Masterlist: Fae content:
Fae #1
Fae #2
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werewolf #2
18+ content
Imagine your werewolf boyfriend immediately noticing whenever you feel the slightest bit horny because of the changes in your smell.
Imagine just chilling together in the room, eating snacks with the TV buzzing in the background, and some random thought crosses your mind.
Next thing you know, you have a pair of luminous eyes plastered to yours, and a preternaturally still, half-shifted werewolf taking in your scent. And smiling when it betrays you.
You love the way his hands push you onto his lap, and over the growing bulge in his pants. The growl in his chest is deep and reverberating when you free his swollen member. His hands hold your thighs as you rise above him and lead his tip inside, feeling it stretch and fill you with steady pushes of the werewolf's hips.
You pant into his chest, hands gripping his shoulders as he raws you just the way you like it. His breath is hot against your sweaty skin as his thrusts become more hectic and rough when he gets close and you gasp when you feel his knot being forced in, already covered in your juices, and stretching you even more as it swells. Heat spills deep in you, in waves of pleasure and shivering muscles.
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tentacles #4
18+ content
+mention of b.reasts
But what about the times when the tentacles squeeze and wrap around your b.reasts so hard that they leave bruises and marks that make you even more sensitive when they come play with you next time?
And how they slither in slow, deliberate movements, oozing some sort of liquid that makes your skin itchy, but also soothe some of the bruising as the tentacles massage it into your skin, bulging your shirt if you still have it on, their suckers occupying your n.ipples, pulling on them to the point of making you squirm.
And how on the next day, even though you're exhausted after yet another night of being a plaything of what lives in the dark corners of your room, you notice your b.reasts being fuller and heavier than you remembered, barely fitting into your usual bra, the n.ipples hard all the time and so sensitive that every brush of fabric against them sends shivers straight to your abdomen.
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Masterlist: tentacle content
Tentacle #1
Tentacle #2
Tentacle #3
Tentacle #4 + mention of b.reasts
Tentacle #5
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Masterlist: water spirit content
Water spirit #1
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