Mature +18 Sexual Themes Minors/Ageless DNI
💚Imagine Symbiote Tentacle hungers to breed,and comes across you,but you fight it away as it advances,but manages to get you to offer yourself to it as a breeding mate by putting a mind aletering aphrodisiac into your skin while touching you under your clothes. Sticky with it's altering effects,you get covered with an insatiable heat,stripping naked and begging it to breed and dump it's bound load into you. It screeches in happiness,while covering your body with it's inky black skin. The aphrodisiac stretches your booty hole enough for symbiote to fit all of it's full tentacles into you,shivering and moaning as it shrinks,while you fill up with it's pent up,hot cream.💚
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thinking abt how birds have sexual organs in their wings (which is why you shouldnt pet them there!)
and how angels have bird wings (which is why you should pet your angel partners there . i mean whatwho aaid that
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Monster Fucker Bingo!!!!!!!! by isrrael120
This is my version of “Monster Fucker Bingo”, I confess that I am open to almost anyone who has erotic desires.
From 2020
Original: https://twitter.com/ScreechIsGross/status/1331740695153950720
Link: https://lascidarkblueuniverse.tumblr.com/post/637137019108245504/monster-fucker-bingo-this-is-my-version-of
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Monster Fucker Bingo!!!!!!!! by isrrael120
This is my version of “Monster Fucker Bingo”, I confess that I am open to almost anyone who has erotic desires.
From 2020
Original: https://twitter.com/ScreechIsGross/status/1331740695153950720
Link: https://lascidarkblueuniverse.tumblr.com/post/637137019108245504/monster-fucker-bingo-this-is-my-version-of
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For some reason I am unable to get aroused by anything that happens to have too human a face
I think I have a problem
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Her Final Nerve (I’stui)
I’stui was infatuated with the humans she watched. Not so much in a romantic or mating sense, but in the sense that she needed to know all she could of their culture. Of their lives. Having only achieved the status of Full-blood, and never attempting to go beyond and reach her full potential, she was commonly ostracized. She wasn’t as successful a hunter as the others, but her stealth was second to none, and she used that to her full advantage.
Her sights were set specifically on a human home. Her studies allowed her to understand one of their many languages, and she had fully decided to stick with humans who spoke that language. Even then, her understanding and comprehension of it was… strained, at best. She knew words and phrases, but certain things completely passed her knowledge.
She was torn from her thoughts though, as the door slammed shut, a huff leaving the human who committed the act. From what I’stui had gathered, this human was experiencing trouble with their mate. She would consistently hear yelling, sometimes even things shattering or being thrown against the wall. Despite this, she never intervened, never attempted to stop the fights. She believed in observation, instead of conservation. Allow the creatures she was studying to do as they needed, without changing the flow of their actions.
Although, that seemed to change once she saw the human shake, their body trembling as they struggled to hold back tears. In a second, their walls broke, causing them to slide to the ground as they sobbed into their arms. I’stui blinked, tilting her head. Her hand that was currently wrapped around a branch faltered for a second, causing her to momentarily lose her footing. The sound, albeit small, still managed to catch the human’s attention, fear and pain in their eyes as they looked up. They attempted to speak, but were swiftly interrupted. The door slammed open, their partner’s silhouette blocking out the only light source for miles, that being inside the home. The partner began to yell, words and phrases that were ultimately lost on the eavesdropping Yautja, but that quickly became apparent with their meaning as he brought out a pistol.
Her heart sank at the sight of it, further being pushed as he began to wave it around carelessly, and even fired a warning shot into the woods. The human started to plead, sobbing and shaking and doing their best to appeal to him. Yet, it seemed all he wanted was for them to be quiet. Angered and having gone far past the ring of normality, he pointed the gun right at them, told them to shut it, and pulled the trigger.
A shot rang out, disturbing the nearby animals. Birds flew away from their nests, ready to return once they were certain the danger was gone. Deer looked up from their patches of grass, or bounded away from the deafening sound. Everything went still for just a few seconds. And then, the human realized, they were alright. There was no wound, no excruciating pain, no light or tunnel. But, in front of them, their partner was not as lucky. His arm had been pinned against the wood of the house, the blade of a combi-stick going right through the bone. Having been in shock for a moment, he began to scream something guttural and primal. I’stui dropped down from her perch, uncloaking as she went over to the two. She paid no mind to the human on the ground, not for the moment, at least. Grabbing onto the combi-stick, she roughly yanked it from the wood, splinters and bone pieces stuck onto it by the man’s blood. She was silent as she kicked him across the head, downing him easily before stabbing his chest with her weapon. She chuffed with annoyance, clicks of anger leaving her as she yanked her combi-stick out, sheathing it again and snapping it onto her belt. She didn’t even bother with collecting a trophy from him, considering him disgraceful and unworthy of the honor, especially after such a lackluster kill.
A small sob diverted her attention, the remaining human now on the ground and beginning to beg for mercy. She tilted her head at the action before stepping over. Kneeling in front of them, she let out a series of quiet clicks, interest and curiosity in her actions. She stayed silent for a second before attempting to speak, “You…. are…. Okay….” She spoke, the words a struggle to get out. “Will…. Not…. harm…. I’stui, me…” As she introduced herself, I’stui pointed to her chest, then to the human below her, hoping they understood what she meant.
It took them a second to understand, but once they did, they nodded. “H… hello… I’stui… I’m… (Y/N)...”
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Mature +18 Sexual Themes Minors/Ageless DNI
💚Imagine tentacle hubby misses you after a long vacation. Suddenly,he jumps you as soon as you enter the door,his strong body excitedly coiling around missionary,feeling you up under your vacation clothes,leaving slime on everything he sucked,kissed and rubbed,slamming every god given orifice with thick tentacles,deep enough so neighbors can hear how good he performs. As the smell of your heat rises he becomes manic,stuffing harder and faster,his seed filling your cavities at a rapid rate. Your toes curl as he makes your juices flow,the sound of squelching filling the living room he's decided to turn into a makeshift marital bed. Tentacle hubby has hungered,thirsted for your return..longed for your touches,feel of your flesh and the warmth of being inside you.
You loved his manic humping,moaning and panting as he continued,telling him not to stop until you come. You sprayed hubby eventually as he grew tired,his squishy tentacles loosening their hold. Stroking him softly,his otherworldly purrs vibrated through your body,satisfied with your return,his horniness sated,and you relieved after months of not having your squishy hubby. Nothing could replace the feeling of him. 💚
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