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luveline · 1 year

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𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

miguel can’t control himself when you get hurt in the field —a ficlet featuring an irritated (lovesick) miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. requested he re, fem!reader, 2.5k

tw. fighting, injury, blood

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Miguel watches the screen in front of him unhappily.

"Spider-Girl," he says. Two people answer him. He sighs. "Y/N," he amends, "you're being reckless."

The little droid camera that follows you around circles your head as you swing from one place to another. "I'm being good," you deny.

Miguel would never tell you this, but he loves how you speak. Sure, almost every word you say annoys him, but the cadence of your voice is melodic and addictive at once. And Miguel knows you're nice to everyone, but it's him alone that has you speaking so softly.

You do it to torture him, he's sure.

"You're doing well, but you'd be better if you didn't free fall for so long. Mechanical failure can happen at any minute," Miguel says.

"Then one of the others will catch me."

"And if there's no team member close by? I'm supposed to come and scrape you off of the sidewalk?"

"Miguel," you say gently. He can tell what mood you're in today. "They have people for that."

"Could you just do as I asked you to?"

"Ah, but you haven't asked me anything."

"Please," he says, "focus on the task at hand, and use your webs cautiously."

You make a chirping sound that feels more laughter than affirmation, but you do as he requests, reducing the length of time between each web shot. You're in New York, Earth-1844, attempting to send home an unhappy Doc Ock variant whose mechanical arms are immensely technologically advanced, even when compared to Nueva York's futurism.

Miguel had sent you along with a rather large team, one. because a big team was necessary for the task, two. because you'd asked and he has trouble saying no to you, and three. because if you'd spent another hour in his office today he actually might have given into temptation, which wouldn't be good for anybody.

Miguel is used to doing what needs to be done rather than what he'd like, these days. So while he wants to indulge you and your fanciful suggestions —I'm not heavy, handsome, please, you won't even notice I'm in your lap, your thighs are so wide— he can't. He has things to do. Things that cannot endure distraction.

"Woo!" you cheer through laughter, letting your shoes skim the floor in an especially dangerous manoeuvre. The adrenaline turns you giddy. "Holy crap."

Oh, right, that's why he resists temptation —he hates you. (He doesn't hate you.) He hates you and your disregard for your own safety, he hates your rejection of his authority, and he hates the stupid sweet sound you make when you're excited.

"Do you listen to me and then forget what I've said, or do you not understand the English language?" he asks.

You land on a rooftop overlooking the centre of Future Doc Ock's destruction. "Well, I've been learning Spanish. We could always try that," you suggest.

"Why have you been learning Spanish?" he asks.

"Coquetear contigo," you say, your pronunciation all over the place. To flirt with you.

"Qué maravilla," he mutters.

"I don't know that one, handsome, so I'm going to assume it was a love confession or something similar." You sound so overly fond he has to tense his jaw. "Gwen, where are you?"

"I'm over here?"

Gwen is wrapped up tightly in a metal tentacle. It shakes her around fanatically. Miguel swears and zooms in on her location, watching in apprehension as she attempts to free herself while the arm creaks, tightening, tightening.

"Woah," you say, taking a running jump off of the rooftop. "Can you believe it? I'm not the first one who needs rescuing."

Hobie Brown reaches Gwen before you can, and he makes an impressive rescue. You divert your path, shooting a web at the glass dome covering Future Doc Ock's head. Miguel crosses his arms across his chest. Wannabe Mysterio loser, he thinks, and then, when you've smashed a hole into the dome with a generously momentous kick, Nice.

He doesn't suppose Doc Ock was expecting a kick to the jaw today.

You hiss as you propel yourself away from him, another web shot at a nearby lamppost. It does something funny to his chest when he hears you whine in pain, but he's too distracted to ask what's wrong —he scours your droid's view for an answer, finds it red and saturating the fabric of your suit.

"Why are you bleeding, Spider-Girl?" he asks, gaze drawn to the main screen where Dock Ock shouts belligerent threats at an approaching Spider-Man.

"No biggie," you say, hissing again, "I think I cut my leg on the glass. I need a better suit."

"Can you walk?"

"I'm fine," you say with a sniffle. From the amount of blood, the cut is deep. "Is it me, or is it dusty in here?"

It definitely hurts if it's making you cry, though maybe you're unprepared. This was a bad idea, you aren't as seasoned as the others, and he knows you don't know what you're doing yet. You need more time, more practice. You've hurt yourself in the field on your very first mission, and you don't have the pain threshold or the super-healing necessary to cope.

It's his fault for letting you go.

"Prepare for extraction," he says.

"No! No way, are you kidding? I'm fine, I– I can do this."

"Y/N," he warns.

You fling yourself from the lamppost with impressive grace considering your injury and join the fight once again. Miguel can't keep an eye on you like he wants to, as the alarm that indicates an anomaly begins to sound. He's forced to rush together a second team while the elite strike force are preoccupied, yanking members of Spider-Society from their goings abouts, Lyla in his ear recommending effective combinations and fighting styles. From that point on, he has to supervise two different missions, his head pounding with effort.

His hands itch. He should be out there. Miguel is the cream of the crop and he isn't shy to admit that. He's a good fighter, but he can't be everywhere at once, and most of the anomalies they face require multiple sets of hands to fix. So he forces himself to stay put and guide the teams through each fight, sick to his stomach with every bloody footprint you leave behind.

He's following Hobie Brown and offering rejected instruction when he sees you go down. He toggles your voice channel and catches the end of a high-pitched, "Oof," the air-knocked from your lungs forcibly as you hit the ground. The tentacle that propelled you veers up for a finishing blow, and three different webs catch it and pull it backward.

It's a blur. One minute Miguel's in the control room at Spider-Society headquarters, the next he's breathing in the smoggy air of New York, Earth-1844, concrete and asphalt torn up under his hands. Lyla speaks in his ear and he's deaf to her, his focus pointed with only one thing in mind.

The restraint it takes not to wipe Doc Ock from the face of the dimension is incalculable. Miguel can't quite believe his own moderation as he orchestrates the return of the anomaly, your body on the ground in the corner of his eye.

The second the situation is under control, he runs to you. His gloves hit the ground with a thud by your hip, as do his knees. Spider-Man, a Peter Parker from Earth-751263, has already set nanobots over your prone figure, tiny spider-like creatures that leave webbing bandages in their wake, closing the sluggish wound on your calf. But nanotech won't fix a broken spine, not in the field. Miguel needs a stretcher. He needs to get you home.

"Miguel," you say, drawing his gaze from your slow-rising chest, "I can't breathe.

He slides his thumb as gently as he can into the seam of your mask and eases it off. "You're winded."

You cough. The sound is disturbingly wet, but your lips remain unsullied. Miguel can't look at you in this much pain, and he won't: he stands, and he takes control.

—

You're not in nearly as much pain as you should be, because Doctor Spider-Man gave you the good stuff. "Your healing isn't nearly as expedited as most of us," he'd said.

"Is this medical discrimination?" you'd asked, faking a serious concern. "Do I need to talk to Spider-Lawyer?"

You found it funny. He maybe didn't, but he gave you an extra dose and told you to rest up before leaving. Resting at the Society medbay isn't easy because Spider People are constantly filtering in and out of the ward for check-ups, medication, and corrections.

It's also not easy because most Spider People are incredibly lonely in their home dimensions, and incredibly friendly here. When Miguel finally comes to visit you, you have a Spider-Girl from a few dimensions over who has the same biological mother as you but a different father sitting to your left —she's trippy and adorable, if you do say so yourself— two Peter Parkers to your right, and a melting pot of currency lost in the white linen sheets over your legs.

They get one good look at Miguel and put down their playing cards.

The Peter Parkers slink off together promising to come and see you again sometime, and your variant stops just shy of Miguel's position to look him up and down affectionately.

"Go away," he says.

She beams at him. "Okay."

"You can't help it, can you?" he asks after she's gone, picking a rogue playing card up from the end of your bed. He twiddles it between his index and middle finger, the card shushing with each turn.

You sit up in bed and try to straighten out the sheets, hoping to entice him. You don't bother answering his question. It barely sounded like one.

"I'm hurt, you know?" you ask.

"I know. I told you to retreat."

"No, I'm hurt it took you so long to visit me," you say. You're putting on airs. Truthfully, you genuinely are a little hurt, but your voice is soft and dreamy as always. "I thought we were friends."

"Ah, because you need more of those."

You sink down into your pillows, your knees hiked. "I really can't help it if people like me. And you'd know."

Miguel surprises you by sitting down. He faces away from you, his thigh just shy of your feet below the sheets, and it's only then you realise he's tense. He's in civvies for a change, a t-shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders and chest and regular black sweatpants. He's wearing converse.

You look at him through a squint. "Did you hit your head, too?"

"I'm off-duty."

"I just never pictured you in sneakers."

"How do you picture me?" he asks, neck craned to look at you, his chin touching his shoulder. He has dark circles under his eyes and his brows are ruffled on one side.

You let your knees fall to one side and pull your legs to your chest, hoping to entice him closer. "You're not sleeping well?"

Miguel doesn't answer your inquiry. In fact, he falls silent. His eyes are on your hands where they're bunched at your chest, his dark flush of lashes twitching as his gaze tracks along the column of your throat, your jaw, and finally, your face.

"If you were anyone else," he says eventually, "you'd be benched."

"I'm not benched?" you ask.

"You disobeyed a direct order," he says, "and your actions affected the people around you. Someone else could've been hurt protecting you. You have to listen to what I'm telling you to do, or this is never going to work."

You look at the hospital bed railing rather than face his disappointment.

"But it's my fault."

"What?" you ask, startled.

"It's my fault you got hurt. I knew you couldn't handle it, and I let you go anyway. I'm… I'm weak."

"What are you talking about?" you ask. "Weak? You're the strongest person here, with or without Rapture."

He flinches at the drug's name.

You lay there, paralysed by your own mistake, your big mouth ruining everything for the thousandth time. If there's one thing you know about Miguel, it's that you never mention his weaknesses. His drug. His last attempt at a full life. You might be light-hearted, a free spirit, but you're far from stupid usually. Your emotional intelligence must've got lost somewhere on Earth-1844.

"Sorry," you murmur, looking at him from under your lashes. "I didn't mean…"

Slowly, so slowly, he puts his hand on your leg. It doesn't hurt, you've been medicated and stitched and his touch is far from cruel, but you're so startled that your breath gets caught in your throat. Miguel doesn't touch you unless he's giving you a vague reprimand, moving your hand from a button you shouldn't touch or a door you're not allowed to open.

"I let you go on that mission, knowing you weren't ready, because you asked me to let you. I put selfish motivations over your safety. It won't happen again."

You're not as brave as you think you are. You try to hold his hand but it looks so big, and you've never had him this close to you of his own accord. You're a moment away from nervous goosebumps.

He looks up at your touch, your pinky finger wrapped over his, smaller and shorter but with the same pattern of calluses, skin abraded by tight gloves and rough surfaces.

"Selfish motivations," you repeat in a murmur.

"I don't– like saying no. To you." He couldn't sound more unhappy to admit it.

"You say no to me all the time," you say. You don't mean to, but suddenly you're folding your fingers over his, forcing him to hold your hand. He doesn't stop you. He doesn't let go. "Like, ten times a day."

"It's difficult." Your complaint is a blessing for him —the atmosphere around you shifts to something less vulnerable, and his permanently chagrined personality rears its head once again. He raises his eyebrows. "You make my life extremely difficult," he says flatly.

"You make my life difficult, too," you say.

You can't help but give him your fondest smile, your lashes kissing in the corners of your eyes.

He visibly softens. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, just once.

"Fantastic," he says, looking firmly away from you. "Great."

"Isn't it?" you ask happily.

He squeezes your fingers gently. It's almost imperceptible. "Yeah, it is," he says.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! also, im sorry if you already speak spanish i realised after that that detail was subjective to the reader, sorry!

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konigsblog · 7 months

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cthulhu!könig seeing other monster families with their babies and getting jealous. so he tries to breed his little mermaid <3

tw: tentacle fucking, oviposition, eldricth, non-con/somnophillia, breeding kink

oh, you're so unfair to him :( it's the way you know he has to see this everyday; beautiful and loving monster families, while he's left feeling... almost empty without his kids.

you should give him kids, it's only right. it's your duty as a mortal to give in to your beloved eldritch's needs. it's all he wants—something so desperately needed.

when he finally convinces you, he's always on the edge of his seat, waiting for that moment where you ask to have sex with him... but the longer he waits, the more frustrated he feels—sexual frustration bubbling inside him.

at last, he's left without a choice. he needs an outlet to relieve all this pent up anger and frustration. when his cock twitches, the suckers on his shaft opening and closing, he lets out a deep grumble. watching you sleep peacefully, he can't resist any longer. gripping his thick, scaled dick by the base and prodding the head of his dick against your wet hole. “bitte, prinzessin...”

you squirm in your sleep, before his tentacles pin your limbs down. you rest apon a blanket on the sand, his slow and sloppy thrusts knocking your body forward. “liebling, gott...!” he gasps out, followed by a deep grumble. his slimy tentacles wrap around your unconscious body, propping you onto his broad hips as he stand up to his full height potential. he bucks into you, fucking you down onto his thick and hard dick at the same rhythm of his thrusts.

you swirl awake, dizzy, lips parted and jaw slack. your pussy tightens around him, eyes widening and glistening, a pained moan slipping from your lips. your hands immediately grip his tentacles for support, the impact of his thick tip against your womb making you shiver and gasp, your breath hitching in your throat. “kö—...!” you whimper, too stunned to speak that you just allow him to continue with his achingly hard thrusts.

you're light-headed from the harsh movements, breathing out heavily while he grumbles something in german under his breath. he bucks his broad hips into your swollen cunt, making you sob out through the burning sensation between your thighs. your throbbing sex weeps around him, creaming around his girth until a white ring of cum around his scaled shaft. the scent of his sweat, musk and sea sticking to his wet, sticky skin.

könig's thrusts become more desperate and erratic. he shoves his dick into you, stuffing your pussy full and watching as he spears you on his huge dick! his tentacles stick to your body, eventually sliding down your throat to stifle the sounds of your pain so he can focus on his breeding session with you. it doesn't matter to him if it hurts, it should. you should take it if you love him, ja?

when he shoots ropes of his white release into your hole, you cry out around his tentacle. he pants, keeping you on his cock before slowly easing from your sex. he places you down against the blanket while admiring the mess of your cunny. full and raw. he keeps your hands pinned above your head with a tentacle, another filling your hole to plug his cum inside.

you gasp when you feel him replace the tentacle with his heavy, thick and slick cock.

“i won't stop until you're big and swollen with my offspring. understand, ja?”

#orla speaks #eldrich horror #eldritch #tw: noncon #tw: non con #non con #tw: dubcon #tw: somnophilia #somnophillia #tentacles #tentacle #könig cod mw2 #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig #könig mw2 #könig x reader

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emeritus-fuckers · 2 months

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Hewlloww could you do the “a kink for every Papa” just with the ghouls? So a “kink for every ghoul?”

Have an amazing day you sweet human being. The papas love you <4

Decided to combine these two asks to make it easier on us because there's like thirty ghouls and we'd die if we tried this separately. there's a lot of color because i'm autistic and i deserve to color the post, that's a whole 30 ghouls. - rat

A kink for every Ghoul

CW: CNC for Chain.

Fire Ghouls

Alpha (he/him)

Alpha may not seem like it, but the threat of a knife in bed turns him on. The Fire Ghoul will fight you a bit, but just give in once he feels the bite of the blade in his skin. If you don’t slice him up like swiss cheese he won’t be happy.

Ifrit (he/him)

Ifrit has beautiful tits. Seriously, he’s about to bust out of that uniform of his. Because of those large tits... he is extremely fond of getting on his knees and letting someone fuck them. He loves fucking a nice pair of tits, sure…but it hits different when he’s the one covered in cum.

Sodo (he/him)

Sodo is a big enthusiast of making you bleed. It doesn't matter if it's with his teeth or claws. Obsessively eating you out on your period is also fair game. Just about anything that has to do with blood.

Blaze (he/him; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

His name didn't come from nowhere. Blaze is a big fan of weed. And other drugs. Of course his favorite kind of sex is high sex. But, if you've got any aphrodisiac on hand, he's not gonna be fussy about that. He'll take it like a good boy.

Water Ghouls

Chain (it/ghoul)

Just by looking at it, you can tell that Chain is the kind of ghoul that loves CNC. Ghoul loves being the victim of it, or doing it to someone else. It prefers doing it to someone, though... It loves chasing you through the woods. Smelling your fear and excitement. Shoves you down and uses you as much as ghoul pleases.

Lake (he/him)

Lake might not seem like it at first, but he's actually surprisingly fond of making you squirm in pain. Biting, scratching, some light choking or using toys that will hurt you so good... Yup, you guessed it. Lake is a sadist. And a proud one, at that.

River (they/them)

They’re a whore. Plain and simple. Plenty of dirty dreams in that head of theirs... though they love when those dreams are made worse by someone fucking them in their sleep. Consensually, of course... enthusiastic consent, really. They return the favor as well... watching their partner wake up screaming in pleasure is always fun.

Cowbell (they/it)

They love seeing you in a blindfold. And other forms of sensory depravation, of course, but its favorite is taking your sight. They love watching you tremble and jump whenever it does anything. They loves seeing you squirm from the softest touches. After all, when you can't see, everything else is so much stronger.

Mist (he/she)

Tentacles, plain and simple. Fucking Mist is straight up monsterfucking, since he has tentacles coming out of her cunt. Wanna be egged with those tentacles of hers? All you have to do is ask and he'll stuff you full. Sleeping with Mist is an experience in itself. A rollercoaster of an experience, actually.

Rain (she/he/ve)

She's a very soft person in bed. He can get mean, yes, but ver preference is soft and loving. So soft and so loving, actually, that he wants you to cry from it. There's something so pretty in your tears that she can't resist overstimulating you just a little bit to see those tears again. Rain is definitely a dacryphiliac, though ve'll never admit it.

Storm (they/he; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

Storm is generally very calm. That is, until they're in pain. Then he turns into a whimpering mess, begging for more, like a whore. C'mon. You know you wanna hurt them a little, don't you? Treat this masochistic slut the way he needs to be treated.

Earth Ghouls

Cliff (they/he)

Cliff is a very relaxed, pleasant dude. You'd think he'd be a nice, soft partner in bed, too, but in reality... They love having you tied up. Or cuffed, preferably. Just for a little, so he can rail you stupid enough to not be able to move in general. And then they take care of you, like the loving boyfriend that he is.

Pebble (he/him)

He doesn't really get bothered by his height, especially since it makes bottoming easier and Pebble is an absolute bottom. A cute one. He loves it when his partner (especially if it's the love of his life!) takes care of him. Certified pillow prince.

Ivy (he/xe)

Xe is likely the biggest fan of edging in the world. It's almost a necessity at this point. If it's a cock ring or just shoving him down and sucking him off until xe's whimpering so beautifully. Over and over. And over. Until those pretty eyes are overflowing with tears and just can't anymore.

Mountain (he/him)

Oh, such a innocent little lamb, isn't he? He just loves to be coaxed and taken by someone oh, so dangerous... loves to be corrupted. To be ruined. In both ways. He is the biggest squirmer. Will not stop moving until he's just too fucked out and too filthy. Ruin him and make this little lamb dirty.

Quake (they/them; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

Quake is a very goofy, cheerful and energetic person, who very often just can't stay in one place for too long. That is, of course, unless you're on their lap, keeping their cock inside you. Then they just melt completely and stay put until you decide it's over. They will beg for just a few more minutes, though.

Air Ghouls

Eurus (they/she)

We all know she likes to stare. We've seen them in Year Zero and the studio recordings. Eurus loves to watch and stare. So of course, if you want to fuck someone else (which she's never opposed to, of course!), they'll request to watch. Won't even blink. She wants to see everything you do. Might jerk off in her seat as they observe their pretty darling railing someone else... or getting railed, preferably.

Zephyr (they/he)

Zephyr is possessive. Not just a little. They claim it’s instinct. However, nothing gets them riled up more than seeing the marks he left on your skin from your passionate late night sex. Though they get even more insistent on marking if someone else left their marks behind. Just as a reminder who you really belong to... and those bruises and bitemarks look so good on his lover.

Cirrus (she/ze)

Ze's a big enthusiast of using both her dick and her cunt (as well as mouth and those really well trained fingers) just to make you completely stupid. No matter what genitals you have, she'll fuck you brainless. And then ze's gonna coo at you, fawning over how cute you are when you're such a blabbering mess like that, and all of it just for her! Cirrus absolutely adores having you overstimulated.

Cumulus (she/her)

We all (well me) love her chest. So it's a very pleasant surprise to find out that they lactate with just a smallest bit of stimulation. If you really wanna drive her crazy, have your fingers or a strap inside her as you suck on her tits. Bonus points if you team up with Cirrus and then take care of our dearest Cumulus.

Tornado (ze/zir; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

We can't talk about Air Ghouls and not have at least one of them mess around with your breathing abilities, now can we? Fortunately for us, Tornado loves breath play. Sometimes it's just a light squeeze. Sometimes you almost think this maniac will actually suffocate you. Ze knows your limits, though, so it never gets out of control. The thrill is a very nice bonus to fucking zir, though.

Quintessence Ghouls

Omega (he/him)

Look at him. Look at this huge motherfucker. Pretty much anyone is tiny compared to him. And he loves that. He loves seeing your stomach bulge when you're full of him. He loves seeing how you struggle to take as much of him as you can. He loves how your face ends up stuffed in his chest as you straddle him because of his stupid huge cock. The size kink is strong with this one.

Delta (they/it)

Delta admittedly jokes about their missing limbs. One of said jokes was how easy it’d be to tie it up... the day it goes from joke to reality? Oh they’re on cloud nine. Turns out it was very into doing shibari on others before the limb loss... turning the tables on them? Well... it has a very pleasant night tied up all pretty with nowhere to go.

Aether (he/him)

Listen. I've always said he's got arms made for hugging, hands made for choking and a cock made for warming. I stand by that. His hands look and feel like they were meant for your throat. And you love it. It's best while he's got you in a reverse cowgirl position in front of a mirror, riding yourself stupid as he lightly squeezes your throat. But he's not picky. As long as you let him choke you a little.

Phantom (he/they/xey/it)

Spiritually, Phantom is a bit like a puppy when it comes to excitement. He gets really excited and it shows. They usually show it through playful nibbles. But... you wanna know what absolutely makes xem lose its mind? Praise. Phantom can die happily after being praised for how good he's doing for you. Praise them and it'll do absolutely everything for you. Xey can probably be praised into a happy, tearful orgasm like this.

Chaos (he/she/they/it; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

If you've read the Papa Nihil's Ghouls post, you know she was dragged around on a leash a few times. The issue is, he actually loved that and now they demand to be kept on a leash... So yup, that evolved into a pet play kink. It will bark at you completely unprovoked for completely no reason and will continue being a menace until you handle it. So there's a pet play and brat taming combo here.

Multi Ghoul

Swiss (he/xey/it)

This bitch. Bully it. Swiss loves being bullied and degraded. It always makes both xeir cunt and cock drip with pre-cum. Keep him on his knees. Keep xem on a leash. Mock it for being so fucking eager to be pretty much verbally abused. You can probably get xem to cum untouched if you're mean enough.

Phil (he/him)

Phil is not a kinky guy, honestly. He's just... very vanilla. If you're with him long enough, you finally get to hear him mumble out the word mommy... And you absolutely fucking lose it with him. You don't let him live it down, obviously. He gets absolutely flustered every time you use his mommy kink against him.

Sunshine (she/her)

Sunshine's favorite thing about having a penis is having it buried inside their partner (she especially likes people with cunts since it shows really nicely), having them in her lap in a reverse cowgirl position and just... watching it all in the mirror in front of you both. Obligatory bites while she's at it, of course.

Aurora (she/they/fae)

While she doesn't mind being a pillow princess when bottoming, faer absolutely favorite thing is disinterest. She loves playing with your body and then scoffing and telling you to keep quiet. They absolutely love having you ride their thigh or rutting against it while she does other things. Fae just absolutely adores when you get whiney and start pleading for just a bit of her attention, even if you know they'll shame and degrade you for it.

Alpha, Ifrit, River, Zephyr and Delta written by Death.

Sodo, Blaze, Lake, Rain, Mist, Storm, Cliff, Pebble, Quake, Eurus, Cirrus, Cumulus, Tornado, Omega, Aether, Chaos, Phantom, Swiss, Sunshine, Phil and Aurora by Nosferatu.

Chain, Cowbell, Ivy and Mountain written by Zenith/Jasper.

Edited by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @dio-niisio @the-fem1n1ne-urge @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites @plaquerat

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eggedbellies · 11 months

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Think of this - you're the only fertile member of your tribe left after the tribe elders sacrificed your friend to the island deity. While you've spent a good few years hooking up with the strong hunters and keen trackers of your tribe (which were either hung like horses or fucked like rabbits) to ensure the success of your community, the deity demands another sacrifice. Being the only fertile member left, you really have no choice.

You're covered in protective sigils, stripped naked, lathered in honey, given a basket of meat and fruits before being sent into the depths of the forest. All the sounds of the native wildlife are far away - no one dares to encroach on the stomping grounds of your god. You reach the clearing, climb the rocky platforms and wait. From the treeline, you see the crown horns of your cod as they come striding out of the forest. It looks similar to a human, which eased you - save for the crown of horns, the heavy reptilian tail, digitigrade legs and the extra pair of arms.

You push the offering basket towards them and instinctively throw yourself to the ground, grovelling at its feet. It approaches you, devours the offering and then starts licking up and down your body. You assumed they were going to eat you. It's giant hands, big enough to hold your leg like a chicken's, manipulates you onto your back with your legs spread open. One set of arms supports it's body on the rocky 'throne' while the other pair keep your legs open with such strength that could tear you limb from limb. You see your deity's slit ooze with a clear fluid, before a pink nub peeks out between the folds, then it grows into a monster of a cock; one becomes three; the central cock reminiscent of the wild horses that the hunters ride while accompanied by two writhing tendrils with skin that looks too tight for them, it's muscles bulging out from underneath it.

The tentacles slick you up vigorously, excess flowing to pool at your ass. Then they pry your entrance open so the central appendage met no resistance as it plunged into your body without preparation, making you squeal out in pain.

Once you grow accustomed to the monstrous size within you, it begins to rock back and forth, pulling your legs towards them or you'd be scraped on the rocks. It's now you realise the sigils were not for protection, but to turn your cervix into jelly as your divine god plows into your womb, using it as a fleshlight. The accompanying tentacles writhe excitedly: the upper one molests your torso, grabbing onto your chest and slicing you up while the lower one explores your ass before plunging into your second hole; churning your guts like a parasite.

You lose all sense of time, seemingly fucking for hours until you feel a large mass at the base of your cunt; about as big as the child you birthed for the chief that was built like an ox. Your god kept thrusting, pushing the orb harder and harder against your abused hole. The tendril in your ass leaves, slipping into your pussy to pry you open, allowing the orb to enter your body with a heavy plop, followed by a torrent of hot gloopy seed. When the deity pulls out of you, you feel as if all your organs are going to fall out of your pussy, unti it's thumb smears away a sigil on your stomach, cinching your cervix back to optimal tightness.

There was only one egg inside you, you already looked nine months pregnant. You can't wait to give birth.

Oooghghgh hths is incredibly well written well done

what a fucking amazing scenario ngl ngl... getting turned into nothing but a godly fucktoy, sure you're going to hang out with the rest of those sacrificed, all taking care of each other as you waddle around with your immensely heavy bellies...

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markster666 · 4 months

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KINKTOBER (Except in February) - ALASTOR X READER - DAY #7 (Praising)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: Kinktober, One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, Not a lot of plot, pet names, praising, praise kink, breeding, possessive!Alastor

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: 425

A/N: Enjoy! MDNI, please. Not edited, so apologies for any spelling mistakes.

As you lay in your bed, trying to get some well needed sleep, your mind drifted to the other night. The night when you and Alastor finally had your first time, his words still ringing in your ears.

After you had teased him all day, you finally popped the golden question, the question you probably should've regretted but found yourself not.

"Alastor, if given the chance, what would you do to me?"

"Well, my Dear..."

Alastor began, his voice low and seductive.

"First, I'd tie you up securely somewhere comfortable but restrictive, ensuring that you won't be able to resist me. Next, I'd tease you slowly, running my hands and tongue all over your body, tracing every curve and crevice, driving you wild with desire. Then, I'd start to undress you piece by piece, revealing more of your tantalizing flesh to my hungry gaze. Once you're completely naked, I'd tie you down on the bed or table, whatever surface I find most suitable, and begin to explore every inch of you with my tongue and fingers. I'd suck and lick every sensitive spot, teasing your most intimate areas until you're begging for release."

Sure enough, that is exactly what you found yourself experiencing just a few moments later.

"Oh, my Dear, you're so beautiful and perfect, I can't help but praise you constantly. Your body is made for pleasure, designed specifically for someone like me to enjoy. You've found yourself a true master in me, someone who will worship and adore you until the end of time. Now, lie back and let me take care of the rest."

Before you knew it, he was deep inside of you.

"Mmm... You're so tight and hot, no wonder I couldn't resist you..."

Alastor would moan in pleasure as he continued to thrust harder and faster into you, his long black tentacles wrapped around your body.

"I never thought you could handle someone like me... You're so perfect... Mmmm..."

Alastor would groan, his eyes glazed over with desire and lust as he lost control of himself completely, his body shaking with each powerful thrust.

"You're driving me insane... Your body is perfect, so warm and wet... I can't believe I'm finally taking you... You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it..."

Alastor would moan, his voice slightly strained as he continued to thrust into you faster and harder.

"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, and I'm going to make you mine forever..."

The moment his seed coating your insides, you knew you were.

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123puppy · 25 days

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Lucifer losing his temper is a terrifying yet interesting concept especially when Alastor is the main reason, because he's too prideful and a stubborn ass

But this is still The Devil, THE King of Hell, and you don't push your luck with someone that rules all of Hell

No Lucifer is going to make it clear and he doesn't allow his daughter to call him out when he grabs Al and slams him down on the fall, hot breath blowing smoke as his anger grows and spirals out of control

He's far gone, eyes blazed, horns enlarged, tail thrashing, face demented as he stares into the crimson eyes of a sinner that dared challenge HIM-

But those eyes, usually filled with fire, amusement, mockery, are dying...? Lucifer didn't realize how tight he was squeezing Alastor's throat, it's so tight that he'd cut off his ability to breathe, and not only that, his claws were digging into the soft flesh of his jugular that he was drawing blood

He comes back from his rage to feel Charlie trying to pull his arm away from Alastor as the deer's eyes roll into the back of his head, limp in Lucifer's grip, screaming at her father to let go

And he does

But Al is not breathing

Commotion arises and Lucifer just stands there, staring at the lifeless body. He raised his hand, nails tinged in red, red eyes wide and full of shock

He looks towards Alastor's prone body, Charlie trying to do compressions on his chest, Vaggie swearing in Spanish as she kneels by her girlfriend, Angel standing a few steps away holding Nifty who is screaming at Al to 'wake up' and Husker standing near the Arachnid, face unreadable

He didn't... He can't be...

A choked cough-

Alastor takes in a struggling breath, chest stuttering, flinching away from Charlie's touch

Charlie is crying in relief and Vaggie gently pulls her away to give Al some space as he wheezes

And then his eyes fly open, zipping from each and every person in the room, before zeroing on Lucifer, who is still in his demon form

Just as fast as his eyes caught every single living being in the foyer, he vanishes

Now look I'm a sucker for this so those who aren't fond of this part, DON'T READ, it's slightly out-of-character from here on:

Alastor does not make an appearance, for weeks

The first week didn't register as much with everyone, especially Lucifer, who's also not appeared in the halls of the hotel since that day, and as awkward as it was it didn't garner any property damage or loud arguments within the hotel

It was peaceful...?

When Lucifer did come out of his room, he'd expect to see Alastor in the kitchen. The sinner can be a fuckhead any time of the day but the kitchen is his sanctuary, his 'comfort 'home', Alastor lives in the kitchen during the wee hours of the night, always cooking up a storm, doesn't mean he shares it unless Charlie wanders in, he always cleans up after himself before the residence of the hotel can catch him in an apron

Lucifer is one of those rare culprits catching Alastor in the act, and he won't lie, he cannot resist the sinner's food when he 'stole' a piece of peach cobbler and beelined it out the door, tentacles chucking forks and knives

He will take his ass to the grave before he'll admit he craves more desserts from Al, but that's if he catches him cooking because Al started switching up his days to throw Lucifer off as much as possible because ofc the deer picked up on the fallen angel's aggressive sweet tooth that piece of-

Anyway

He didn't find Al in the kitchen, not even the aroma that would be left behind after he finished cooking was absent in the air

No big deal, Lucifer is the worst insomnia next to Al, he'll catch him during one of the late hours, especially when Lucifer can smell the delicious bouquet after becoming 'addicted' familiar with Al's sleeping habits

He doesn't smell anything within the kitchen for a whole week

Okay that's weird but still not a big deal right?

Then he sees Charlie pacing and rambling to her girlfriend and asks what's up and Charlie exclaims she hasn't seen or heard from Al in a month

It hardly bothered Lucifer and he tried to brush it off for Charlie, saying he'd turn up soon

Another month and a half passes

No sign of Alastor

Honestly, it should be a relief, but Lucifer can feel that nagging feeling of worry and he shouldn't feel anything for a sinner that treats him like garbage

A sinner that challenged him, belittled him, insulted him, why does Charlie even care so much!? Everything feels normal without that tacky asshole

Except, the kitchen feels empty somehow...?

The halls are quieter without the soft jazz playing when the demon would patrol the halls

Lucifer has no one to bicker with...

Fuck

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petrapalerno · 4 months

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✨Free Monster & Alien Smut✨

Hi, I'm Petra Palerno and write filthy otherworldly smut. I mostly dabble in novels but have recently decided to give erotic shorts a try here and on my patreon.

Pretty much all content on this blog is NSFW. Minors do not engage. For TW/CW check individual stories.

✨MASTER LIST

✨Submitting to the Alien Barbarian

You sign up for an Alien breeding program, and the fact that they're brutal barbarians is icing on the cake.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.

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Like my writing? Support me but reading my other works!

✨Love on the Korlyan Moon

My current patreon serial---new chapters posted on Fridays!

A bubble babe is unknowingly dropped into a mysterious ocean by the Deenz transport ship. Lena, a tattoo artist from the twin cities, is sure she's going to die as the bubble she's in sinks deeper and deeper. She's rescued by Kitaico, a color shifting tentacled alien, and unknowingly takes his mating venom. She must cycle through heats all while trying to resist her attraction to Kitaico.

✨All I Wanted Was Sushi but I got Abducted By Aliens Instead*

Book #1 in the Bubble Babes Series

Opal is trying her best in the Midwest after the sudden death of her parents. Everything comes to a crashing halt as she's abducted by aliens and forced to work as a human dancer for extraterrestrial enjoyment. A chance encounter with an alien prince while stuck in a traffic jam might just change the trajectory of Opal's new life in space.

✨All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend*

Book #2 in the Bubble Babes Series

“Sometimes I think it would have been easier if I hadn’t accepted the free shower at the hot alien’s apartment.”

☆JESSY

For the past few years, my life has kind of blown. On Earth, I dedicated my entire existence to science, even if my peers dismissed me as a pretty face. When I got abducted by aliens, I was forced to dance in a bubble for extra-terrestrial enjoyment.

I can’t get anyone to take me seriously even in space.

When I escaped by crashing my alien captor’s bus, Gra’eth saved me from drowning and even offered me a place to stay. He keeps telling people I’m his mate, even though I keep telling him the human word for what we are is roommates, but he refuses to say it that way. Sometimes I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or serious—and for my very literal neurodivergent brain, that’s a big problem.

☆GRA’ETH

I never expected to have to save Jessy, and I certainly never expected for this strange human to be my mate. Her idea of fun would be to take apart my data pad only to see if she could put it back together again, which sounds like torture to me.

I’ve convinced her to stay in my apartment as what she calls a roommate. The mating bond won’t let me let her leave, but humans can’t even feel it. I don’t know how to keep things friendly when just the smell of her hair is enough to send me into a mating frenzy.

I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I can’t keep fighting the pull of this bond. This little speckled human will be the death of me.

✨All I Wanted Was a Glass of Vino but an Alien Duke Kidnapped Me Instead *

Book #3 in the Bubble Babes Series

The Bubble Babe series continues in this standalone novel.

Will an aquatic alien duke be able to reconcile the fact that his fated mate is a small, mouthy, human woman who can't swim? Will that human be able to love him despite his scars and the fact that he's keeping her captive?

☆MARTA

The reality of being a mob boss' daughter is anything but glamorous, despite what one might think. In the absence of true freedom, my only companion was my loyal dog, Bruno. When he passed, I felt like my life had hit rock bottom. But when aliens abducted me from my pity party in a local wine bar, I realized how wrong I was. As if things couldn't get any worse, I woke up in an alien duke's closet, forced to rely on a giant alien pleasure toy as my only means of defense. All I know is that the gaudy duke can’t stand me…and the feeling is mutual.

☆RAF’ERE

Throughout my dukedom, I have dedicated myself to restoring the fi'len species to their natural aquatic habitats. How in the goddess's name am I supposed to do that when this human is my mate? Despite her mouthiness, the tiny human cannot swim. Did that stop me from stealing her cryopod from a crashed ship and locking it in my closet? Absolutely not. I also didn’t expect her to wake up and demand answers, either. But I can’t expect my people to look at me to lead if a human stands beside me, despite how much my body burns for hers. The dilemma arises: should I prioritize the goddess's wishes or grant her the freedom she deserves, joining the other human refugees?

This erotic alien romance is part 3 of the Bubble Babes series. It can be read as either a standalone or as a continuation of earlier books. This book features a 5’2” plus sized Italian-American female male character and a 7’6” aquatic alien duke as the male main character. Tropes include Kidnapping, size difference, enemies to loves, reformed playboy, alien romance, fated mates, and forced proximity. This full-length novel (67K words) ends with a HEA.

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the-kr8tor · 4 months

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Ok so I figured out (I think) how to do a request.

Could you please do one where R and Hobie are being gf and bf, but Blob just wants R’s attention and when they see Hobie having all of it Blob is like “Move u ain’t her child 😒”

If you can write that my life would be filled with joy plis 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷

I got you, lovely!! Hope u like it 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, Cat symbiote AU, Blob the Symbiote cat AU, FLUFF

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You and Hobie are doing your own thing, with the telly on, you rewatch your favourite series whilst you munch on chips, the sound of crunching gets Hobie's attention from his gadget. He's been tinkering on the dining table, brows knitted together in frustration.

Huffing, he calls it a day, fingers stiff and aching from pinching small mechanical parts. Hobie flicka his eyes on an unusually quiet Blob. The symbiote cat purrs on top of the fridge, twin tails swinging from side to side, sweeping the top door. Hobie guesses that Blob has discovered the warmth on top.

Taking the opportunity to finally cuddle you on the couch without the alien in the middle hissing at him. He makes his way towards you, socked feet padding on carpeted floors.

Without warning, he takes the cheesy bag from you, placing it on the coffee table.

You look up at him, mouth full of cheesy goodness, eyes questioning him. “bhat?”

Hobie lays his head on your lap, prompting you to lay your legs flat on the settee. He sighs into your stomach, nosing your shirt, hand splayed over your lower back, hand squished in between you and the couch. He doesn't seem to mind it though, with how his eyes are closed, furrowed brow smoothing out as you trace his spine with your knuckles.

His legs dangle off the arm rest, too tall for the three seater couch.

“Tough day?” You flick your eyes from the telly to his scrunched face.

He groans into your shirt in a reply, you feel the vibration from his throat, tickling you a bit.

“Can you at least get my crisps back before turning me into your pillow?” You fold yourself, to whisper right in his ear, knowing what it does to him.

With your lower back aching, he twists around to aim his webshooter at the snack, snatching it right from the table to his hand.

Hobie hands it to you before he goes back to his previous position.

“Spiderman has saved the day once again.” You announce it like an anchorman from the twenties.

“Dork.” He murmurs into your shirt, leaning slightly to look up at you. “Crisps me.” opening his mouth comedically, you giggle at the sight.

“You’re the dork, dork.” You feed him chips while you watch your show.

Instead of Hobie watching with you, he watches your expressions shift from smiling to a frown. He bets the show is entertaining but he's more interested in watching you laugh and pout at the telly.

You feed him another crisp, Hobie tilts his head when a black mass flashes on your side. In a quick movement that he couldn't even anticipate, Blob has flopped on top of Hobie's face, suffocating him in all his blobby symbiote self.

Hobie rapidly sits up, you dodge his oncoming face. Blob stays attached to his face. For a second you thought he's trying to bond with Hobie again but Blob hisses when Hobie tries to pry the alien off his face.

“Love, a bit of help?” He struggles, Blob's tentacle-like limbs stretch as Hobie moves him further away, but the little symbiote is stuck on him like glue.

You huff, thinking that Blob needs to be trained better at co-existing with Hobie. Scratching the one spot you know Blob can't resist, you coo at him even though you're currently annoyed at the alien. His milky white eyes close, limbs loosening their hold on Hobie's head.

Blob drops like a sack of potatoes on Hobie's lap, triumphantly making his way to your lap. He purrs, curling around himself happily.

“You little shit. I was there first!” Hobie puts his foot down. You stop him with a look, wordlessly telling him an ‘I've got this’. He lets you, crossing his arms on his chest like a kid who didn't get his candy.

You take Blob by his armpits, looking right at his big white eyes. “If you want to cuddle you gotta share. Do you understand, Blobius Cornelius Blobirington? You can't just suffocate Hobie—” he meows like he's arguing back. “Anyone for that matter, you can't just do that. Got it?”

Blob moves his head towards Hobie, glaring his alien eyes towards the man.

“Hey! Play nice.” You place Blob on your shoulder, he immediately splayes himself over, lounging. But you don't see his scowl thrown at Hobie. “See? Compromise. We don't fight for attention.”

“He's literally tryin' to kill me with his stare.” Hobie points at Blob. You crane your neck to look but you only see him happily sleep on your shoulder. “What a wanker.”

“Don’t rile him up. Come back here, the spot’s all yours.” Patting your lap, he crawls over to you still huffing and puffing at how Blob is spoiled.

You just want to watch your show in peace, hopefully they stay asleep until you finish the episode.

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bearhugsandshrugs · 5 months

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I am NOT the emperor anon but I think a mind control dubcon drabble with him would be unbelievably hot

okay. because it's you

The Emperor x F!Tav: A Dream Come True Read on AO3 E | Dubcon, DP in different holes, Deepthroating, Mind Control

Tav can tell that she's dreaming by the way the lighting is a little too soft, the room is a little too warm. Nothing in the Elfsong Tavern feels that comforting, not even her own bed. She’s sitting at a table, a drink in front of her, and when she glances over to her right, she is promptly greeted by The Emperor's face, his glowing eyes piercing her while she comes to.

"You've made good progress", he praises her, nodding. "But I question your loyalty."

She knows immediately what he's alluding to: Even though Raphael blocked him out while they negotiated the deal, all of her companions kept talking about it later on, revealing the devil’s involvement. Of course she hadn't signed anything yet, unwilling to commit to either manipulator at this point. Both The Emperor and Raphael seem to come with a price, and Tav is still figuring out which one she is ready to pay.

"You shouldn't worry", she insists. "I haven't made up my mind yet."

"That's exactly what bothers me", The Emperor quips back, eyes narrowing dangerously, "And I think a little demonstration is in order."

Her mind, unguarded and surprised, snaps like a thin branch when he enters it, submitting to his control. Her vision blurs around the edges before it fades away, and the next time she can see clearly, she is lying on the bed. Without her doing, she is on her back naked – and completely at his mercy.

The way his tentacles flow and curve at the sight of her body confuses her, it's alluring and repelling all at once, but she can't help but imagine how they'd feel on her skin.

Faintly wondering if these are even her own thoughts, she sighs when The Emperor crawls onto the bed, now naked too, and his body hovers above hers when he speaks.

"You'd be such a beautiful puppet", he murmurs, "But I prefer you willing."

Puppet? Willing? It isn’t clear what he means, but something tugs at her mind, urging her to consider. What exactly, she doesn’t know–

Another intrusion into her mind and her body reacts, heat pooling down between her legs. Tav instinctively tries closing her legs, but his long fingers grab her thighs, holding her in place until she stops resisting. Acutely aware that he’s spread her wide, a flash runs down to her clit, and she doesn’t need to touch herself to know that she’s wet already.

His hands feel cool, a reprieve from the way her body seems to be burning up, and his long claws cut sharply against her skin. Tav realizes in shame that she wants him to touch her, wants more of him, wants to leave, wants to end this, wants him inside of her, everything, nothing, everything, all at once.

Reading her thoughts like an interesting book, the mindflayer runs his hands up the insides of her thighs, and one tentacle tentatively begins stroking her cheek. It's soft and smooth on her face, the contact with her skin eliciting a soft moan from her.

There are no more considerations, no more concerns, no more hesitations for Tav as her mind breaks again and again to one desire, and one desire only: Him.

She turns her face slightly, her mouth seeking and finding the tentacle, and when she closes her lips around it and sucks, The Emperor lets out a deep groan. He tastes sweet, like a ripe plum's juice, and the texture of him is silky on her tongue. Surprised, she feels the end of his tentacle lubricate, a slick that reminds her of arousal, and she sighs around him as he starts pumping in and out of her mouth, the tentacle hardening with every thrust.

Another tentacle wraps around her throat while a pair of them find her breasts, teasing, licking, sucking – she hadn't even realized they could – and it's all so much the moans fly freely from her chest.

Where she tried closing her legs just moments before, they now fall open to the sides, an unspoken desire making itself known as she whimpers around the length of the tentacle that still pushes in and out of her mouth. He shudders in response, and his movements feel all the more urgent, all the more needy.

Tav seeks friction, seeks release, and she raises her hips upwards with greed as he ravishes her tits. His tentacles curl around her curves so tightly he binds them as if with rope, before releasing them again, the ends of his lengths finding her nipples in lavish and wet teases, the lubricant smearing all over her skin. It feels soothing, and hot, and cool; like lightning and rose petals, and it’s maddening, so maddening, she needs it, wants it, needs it–

Finally, one of his tentacles slithers down between her legs, lapping at her folds. The Emperor groans as he tastes her wetness, his deep voice vibrating inside her skull. His lust is palpable and all-consuming; a mirror of her own.

Desperate for more, her hands reach for him, but he pins her down with his own arms, holding her in place.

“Don’t”, his voice rings through her mind, a warning so gentle Tav’s heart begins to stutter.

“Please”, she thinks, and he allows it, but not her embrace, no, he allows for her to feel him inside of her as his tentacle pushes into her entrance.

Mewling, Tav can’t do anything but submit, this is it, this could be us, forever, something in her knows, and she’s tempted, so tempted…

The Emperor sinks the tentacles in her mouth down her relaxed throat, and the one in her cunt starts to harden, tighten as well, just like the one between her lips. Her breaths come in pants only, the little air she can get with him constricting her airways leaving her numb and dizzy, but it’s good, so good.

Every sensation on her feels like her deepest fantasies come true, her darkest desires fulfilled, as he sucks, and pinches, and pushes, and pounds; wet, and hard, and hot, and smooth on her, in her.

Nearly there, her mind is allowed as a final thought, and she submits, willingly this time, as his tentacles fuck her over the edge. Groaning with delight, The Emperor’s mind connects with hers, and he shudders in sync with her, sharing her orgasm, amplifying it, repeating it, over and over as she screams around his long, silky lengths.

Tav doesn’t know how any of it is possible, but the next moment she sits at a table, dressed and out of breath, and the mindflayer watches her with newfound interest.

“I found the demonstration quite… enjoyable”, he hums, and Tav blushes. “There are yet more ways I could… we could–”

“Thank you”, she interrupts him, desperate to wake up. “I think I’ve seen quite enough.”

#bg3 smut #my writing #the emperor #bg3 the emperor #the emperor x tav #this escalated but i don't mind #good morning everyone enjoy this piece of filth #monsterfuckers get your fill #anon asks

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gremlingottoosilly · 2 months

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Monster König with a human who was a monster fucker before the uprising but in the ideal sense, she's a virgin when they meet but this human sees him and goes. "Oh yeah I can work with that." And purposely gets caught by him, puts up the whole resist act for no more than a day before she's happy to just do what he wants.

A perfect human!! Why can't anyone be like you, really... He asks if you're ready to finally be used for what you are as a human - if you realize that all your worth is just being his little plaything and a fucktoy and a tiny thing that needs to get her bearings straight, and you just...nod. You acknowledge that monsters are better than humans, that they are stronger and more capable - and that you fucking love them. The first time Konig shifted into his monster form in front of you, a bunch of tentacles and a mass of wriggling flesh and teeth everywhere, you got so wet, you almost blacked out. Konig thought he was intimidating you. You were already diving into his pants. It's the first time a human is so eager to be with him - and he is taken aback a little bit, thinking it might be some sort of ploy to get him all nice and relaxed. Maybe you're secretly a part of the human resistance, a girl sent out to get him hunted and killed. You're too perfect to be true, and he slips through the moment where he was supposed to be breaking you in. Destroying your spirit. Instead, you were...oddly domesticated. Weirdly fine. You told him how you were always into monsters before all of this - and how weird it was now, when fucking them was finally socially acceptable, but not you kinda don't have a right to do it freely anymore. He makes sure to fill you up with eggs until you literally can't walk anymore - and he listens to your pleased little murmurs as you rub your egg-filled tummy and lay your head against his chest. You're a weird human, but he adores you anyway - as much as he hates to admit it.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #cod x reader #yandere cod #monster!konig #tw: monster fucking

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certifieddragonenjoyer · 1 month

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been playing through bg3 as a great old one warlock inspired by my favoritism for Herma-mora and now I can't stop thinking about the companions and the Daedric princes

Herma-mora keeps throwing rocks at Gale's window and Gale is resisting but oh man that mass of tentacles is promising the secrets of godhood and our boy is struggling

Astarion being a vampire automatically puts him under the domain of Molag Bal which is both incredibly fitting and so, so upsetting. He could also actually be cured in this universe though (without the use of incredibly finicky wish spells or fringe necromancy)

By the power of imagery association I present thee with Nightingale Shadowheart under the service of Nocturnal. GOD she'd rock that armor

#skyrim #baldur's gate 3 #the elder scrolls #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #hermaeus mora #astarion #shadowheart #daedric prince #nocturnal #molag bal

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thirdtofifth · 11 months

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Mageripper Swarm Large swarm of Tiny aberrations, unaligned Armor Class 15 (natural armor) Hit Points 91 (14d10 + 14) Speed 30 ft., climb 10 ft. Damage Resistances bludgeoning, piercing, slashing Condition Immunities charmed, frightened, grappled, paralyzed, petrified, prone, restrained, stunned Senses darkvision 60 ft. passive Perception 11 Languages - Challenge 6 (2300 XP) Dispelling Aura. At the end of each of the swarm's turns, all spells of 3rd level or lower on objects or creatures in the swarm's space end. For each spell of 4th level or higher on an object or creature in the swarm's space, the swarm makes a Charisma check. The DC equals 10 + the spell's level. On a successful check, the spell ends. For each spell that ends this way, the mageripper swarm can choose to either regain 10 hit points or gain 10 temporary hit points. Magic Resistance. The swarm has advantage on saving throws against spells and other magical effects. Magic Sense. The swarm knows the location of every spellcaster, active spell, and magic item within 120 feet of itself. Swarm. The swarm can occupy another creature's space and vice versa, and it can move through any opening large enough for a Tiny creature. The swarm can't regain hit points or gain temporary hit points. Actions Multiattack. The swarm uses Magic Leech. It then makes one attack against each creature whose space it occupies. Tentacles. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, one target in the swarm's space. Hit: 35 (10d6) piercing damage or 17 (5d6) piercing damage if the swarm has half of its hit points or fewer. Magic Leech. Each creature in the swarm's space that has the ability to cast spells must make a DC 13 saving throw using their spellcasting ability. On a failure, it loses one spell slot of the highest level it possesses. If it has no spell slots, it instead loses one use of an innate spell of its choice that it could cast. If it has no spell slots or innate spells with uses, it instead becomes unable to use one at-will spell (such as a cantrip) of its choice for the next hour.

These tiny horrors live in swarms of up to three hundred individuals, skittering across the land looking for sources of magic to devour. They can live on a diet of meat but they prefer magical energy, and are insatiable and relentless when it comes to consuming it. These creatures are believed to have been created intentionally, perhaps by one mage to harass another. As they feed on magic, they grow, and reproduce by budding, with new tiny magerippers forming on their parents' backs. They prefer temperate areas. Each mageripper is around 1 foot long and weighs 3 to 5 pounds.

Originally from the Monster Manual IV.

#d&d 5e #d&d 3.5 #d&d monster #d&d homebrew #dnd 5e #dnd 3.5 #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #thirdtofifth CR 6 #thirdtofifth swarm #thirdtofifth aberration

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septimusmoonlight · 3 months

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Anonymous: Imagine you get kidnapped or something by a shady government organization, and you wake up stuck in a wall, ass and legs out of sight on one side of the wall while your head and torso is on the other. There’s also something else in the room with you - some kind of swarm of tentacles or some other kind of slimy creature. They really, really want to get to the other side of the wall - and there’s only one way through. Your mouth. So they start to force their way past your lips, down your throat, choking you with their girth and their slime… but it does feel a little good, either from some fucked up thing in your brain wanting to be violated or some chemical they’re giving off, you can’t really tell not care. And then you feel something around your leg. There’s more creatures in the other side of the room - and they want to cross, too.

Ooh, this is creative, I like this <3

If this particular branch or organization or what-have-you can't get funding because of the usual government bureaucracy, then they're going to have to resort to shadier methods in order to get what they need, and what they need is a test subject. Unfortunately, I just so happened to get the short end of the stick, and I wake up in a less-than-optimal situation, with one half of my body on one side of a thick wall and the other half isolated from it.

Looking at the creature, it's dark, sludgy. It only looks like a lump of slime, at first, maybe about the size of a crouched person - but peering deeper reveals something squirming, tangling. It gets closer to me, tendrils seeking the base of the wall, and I realize something: it wants to get to the other side. With me blocking the only hole visible, there's clearly only one route for it to take, and there's nothing I can do to resist as it gets closer and closer, reaching out, seeking a path through to the other side. I don't know what the proprietors here are using to motivate it, but it appears motivated indeed, if its urgency is anything to go by.

It explores my upper body, my arms, my face, and then finds what it's looking for. Before I can say anything, before I can even attempt to press my lips together, the thing slides into my mouth, sending a hunk of slime and tendrils across my tongue. I choke and sputter, unprepared, but the slime is undeterred, pressing itself against the back of my throat to force more of itself inside, sliding down into my stomach. Now that it's found a way through, the rest of its body seems eager to join in, climbing up the wall and up my body in order to make its way into my mouth, squirming down my throat to bloat my stomach just like the rest of it. I'm uncomfortably full within minutes, my midsection distended slightly around the uninvited guest, but there's no stopping it - it's not even halfway done.

My eyes roll back in my head as it gets more insistent, parting my throat easily to move more quickly. I can barely sneak in a breath between pulses of slime and writhing appendages, but that's not even the worst of it, because the thing has found the rest of its pathway. My stomach abruptly feels less full, in exchange for the rest of me stretching to accomodate something not meant for the human body. That's what these tests are for - can the human body withstand a monster like this, treating it as nothing but a pathway to its next goal? I suppose I'm here to find out, and to help other people find out. I wonder who might be watching this take place over a hidden camera, taking notes somewhere in another room. Sarcastically, I hope they're enjoying the show.

My midsection distends further as the tentacled thing makes itself perfectly at home, working its way through the maze of my guts, more slime and arms filling my stomach while the rest of it explores my intestines. It takes a few more minutes to make any more progress, but its progress is obvious once it gets there - a burst of slime and fluids, and there are tentacles spilling out of my asshole on the other side of the room, slopping down my legs and regrouping on the floor between my feet. That's what finally makes me moan outright, my toes curling and my muscles tensing because that's all I can do in my bonds, my asshole tightening around the appendages wriggling through it. The creature doesn't like its progress being impeded, and responds by using more force, speeding up its journey through my body.

One particularly stubborn clump of tentacles is what tips me over the edge into cumming, but I can't even moan past the last few portions of sludge filling my mouth. At least the creature is almost done with me, but the rest of it still has to get through before I can consider myself truly out of the woods - and I'm not even all that sure I want it to be done, busy basking in the pleasure from the writhing arms stimulating the walls of my guts, my stomach, my asshole. When my mouth is finally free again, I can moan obscenely, whorishly, and I stop caring who might be looking on for observational data. Who cares what kind of data they're getting from this? Who cares if someone's jacking off to this while they're supposed to be taking notes?

Unfortunately for my tired body, it's not over when the last of the tentacles slides out of my asshole. Another creature on the other side wants to get through just the same as the other one, and it's determined to do so in the exact same way - just in reverse. My asshole, loosened by the slime from the first creature, easily accepts a gooey clump of appendages as it starts making it way up my system, seeking the opposite end, stimulating every nerve ending it can find on the way there. I'm so full, so full, so round and heavy, my belly bloated with something I didn't ask for, things squirming out of my mouth and slopping onto the floor with a wet noise. It makes me cum even harder than the first one did, and by the time it's all the way through, I'm hanging limply from the wall, heaving for breath and drenched in sweat.

Are there more of these creatures? What was the motivation for this test in the first place? What are they? How many people are going to see camera footage of me cumming while my ass is violated by a creature I don't even have a name for?

I don't care about that now. What I care about is getting another one inside of me as quickly as possible.

#Originally posted October 16th 2023 #asks #anonymous #my writing #nsft text #patreon.com/septimusmoonlight #stuck #slime #all the way through #tentacles #dubcon

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