#creature!reader

[yawnderu]

more creature!reader plsss ❤️

Fear boners are an actual thing— Simon realized it until now, feeling your cold nose rubbing against his neck, small pants leaving your lips as you sniff him up. How do you respond when a creature materializes itself into your room and climbs over you, pinning you down and simply sniffing you like a search dog? He's never been in a similar situation, yet his throbbing cock doesn't seem to mind just how creepy the situation truly is.

Calloused shaky hands reach for your body, wrapping around your waist only to bring your lower body closer to his clothed dick, subtly grinding against you to test the waters, silently thanking whatever is out there that you didn't bite his face off— yet.

There's something oddly erotic about the way your ectoplasm seeps through his clothes the moment you start to grind against him, long black nails raking dangerously close to his throat, somehow making him even harder despite the growing anxiety.

“Sex. With you.” Despite the way you mainly communicate with clicks and sounds, your speech isn't half as bad. Your free hand starts to slowly trail down, feeling his hard, toned body beneath his clothes until you reach your goal, eyes shining with mirth at the way Simon's breath hitches when you use your pointy nails to destroy the restricting fabric of his pants, freeing his hard, leaking cock.

Perhaps sticking his dick in crazy isn't the right choice, but Simon is way too horny to think with the right head, almost cumming when he feels your cunt wrap snugly around him, not even giving him a second to recover before you're bouncing on his dick, the tip of your nails digging on his shoulders for leverage.

Simon is nothing but a bundle of awful choices that could easily come back and bite him in the ass, his warm head on the back of your head, pulling you closer for a kiss despite knowing you have multiple rows of needle-like teeth. His free hand goes down to your hips, guiding you faster and harder as he starts to thrust up, going as deep as possible inside your wet, needy pussy.

Short nails dig into your cold skin, leaving faint marks that will disappear soon enough, yet he needs something to release the pent-up energy the moment your long, black tongue starts exploring his mouth, instantly making every single muscle in his body tense up as he shoots ropes of hot, thick cum inside you.

[fanged-fanfics]

I was wondering if I could request a small fic pt 2. of Creature Commandos Weasel x child turned weasel reader?

Where the team is all meeting for the first time and their reaction to Weasel and little weasel✨

I just think it would be super cute like reader is just like “oh friends!!🥰” But the others are just like “what is thatttt💀”

☆ "You Have... a Kid?!-" — Weasel & Child!Reader ☆

Genre: Platonic/Familial || they/them pronouns for reader || Warning for mild swearing

A/N: To everyone who's been asking for a sequel fic for a while; I deeply apologize for not doing it sooner T_T best way I can explain is it's complicated. Here's the part one for those who need it

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

In the cell containing various mutant life, one member was notably missing. There wasn't any of the usual distant sounds of gagging, snarling, or even the maiming of the sixth pillow in a day. What there was instead was the sound of an attempted Jenga game clattering across the floor, a man of bronze metal having thrown it to the side. The black and green scientist before him groaned, rubbing his eyes sockets "That's the third game, G.I." "G.I. Robot had eliminated the nazis" the robot claimed simply, sitting back in his seat. "Right, right. Nina, you deal with him" Dr. Phosphorus said, getting up from the table

Nina began re-stacking the blocks, asking aloud, "Has anyone seen Weasel? He's been gone a while". "Good," Bride spoke up from her corner of the room "Means he isn't in here shittin' on all our stuff". "He's with his lawyer" Dr. Phosphorus answered as Nina sat to continue the next Jenga round. "Usually those visits only take about an hour. It's been closer to three" Nina frowned, moving the top block and placing it to the side

Just then, approaching voices were heard from outside. The lock on the door began to rattle. "There's your answer" Bride said. But when the door swung open, what came in instead was something that looked a lot like Weasel, except... smaller? Much smaller. Uncoordinated, wide eyes, fuzzy form, a spitting image. "The hell-" Phosphorus began, leaning over to see it better "Don't tell me that thing found a lady Weasel". "Nothing like that," Elizabeth Bates began, stepping into the doorframe "This.. is your new cellmate"

"What is it" Bride asked, looking at the small furry creature with displeased curiosity. The creature skittered in on all fours, hands uncoordinated and flailing a bit as they did so. They went over to G.I. first, sniffing at his arm. The robot squinted, attempting to run a scan, but they ran off too fast. They bounded over to Nina, who reached down a hand to pet them a bit as Elizabeth continued. "A patient at the site of John Doe's case was found. The DNA traced back to his saliva, and I requested to have them housed together"

"So he spit on a kid and now it's our problem? Great" Phosphorus said. "The results showed a similar genetic pattern to lycanthropy," Elizabeth responded "It's not making it easy on his case, but there is a connection between the two of them". The child scampered along, bounding up to Bride excitedly. Her steely gaze made them freeze, and they slowly backed up, instead heading straight for Dr. Phosphorus

"I wouldn't do that, kid-" Phosphorus said, trying to step back. The kid kept running over, eager to greet the radioactive man. Before their little snout could make contact, they were suddenly lifted off the ground. Weasel was back in the room, and he gave a big sigh of relief. He was able to lift the kid by their scruff before they could be hurt. He squinted at Phosphorus, growling as he turned away. "Don't give me that shit, I was making sure it wouldn't bite me" Phosphorus grumbled

"Poor thing," Nina said softly, watching Weasel carry them to his little corner. He plopped down, placing down the kid, who proceeded to roll around and curl up in his arms. "So this has to stay with us now? You expect us to take care of two of that thing?" Bride asked, pointing to Weasel. "I know, I know, but this is the only way I could get them somewhere safe. They were just going to experiment on them otherwise" Elizabeth answered.

G.I. focused on the game between him and Nina, while Nina herself kept sympathetically glancing at the new kid. Being a child, labeled as a monster... it hit much too close to home. "I think we can take care of them. It seems like Weasel's doing better with them around" she said hopefully. The kid was currently curled up right at Weasel's side, who was cradling them close and sniffing them to make sure they were okay. He gave a little murmur, tucking their head under his chin as he closed his eyes

"I'm not cleaning up after that thing" Phosphorus said. "There's nothing more I can do" Elizabeth reinstated firmly "So you might as well get comfortable with them". With that, she stepped out of the room, and the door was shut once more. Phosphorus glanced to Bride, who scoffed "This is such bullshit". "Come on, Bride, they're just a kid" Nina said "The least we can do is take it easy on them". Bride huffed, rolling her eyes, but she stifled any further comments

"Friend Nina," G.I. robot called. Nina turned back, removing another block so the mechanical soldier could take his turn. Her gaze kept occasionally flicking back to the little one Weasel was protecting. He was much calmer than his usual glassy-eyed snarling, it was... almost sweet. She took a deep breath, deciding to focus on the game for now. She made a mental note to check on both of them later on. For now, at least, they seemed happy

[slippinninque]

🐴When Nature Calls 💀

OJ Haywood x supernatural!blackpresenting!reader!

warnings: maybe graphic imaging, mentions of a little gore, supernatural!reader, a little cursing, self-indulgent, mentions of animal death.

“OJ!”

He poked his head from beneath the truck’s hood at the sound of your voice. You were at the last porch staring into the hills beyond. 

OJ took in your stillness and noted your hands still dripping with soapy water. The bluetooth speaker wasn’t going anymore, had you turned it off so quickly? He put the hood down, going to where you remained. When he was close enough, you took his hand and pulled him back towards the stairs.

“Stay on the porch.”

OJ’s stomach flipped when the sound of Angel coming out of the front door, screen door slapping hard behind his offer of finishing the dishes if you were busy. Where was Em? She was there, phone aimed towards the sun as it sewed the sky in pink and purple.

He was about to call for her, but you were at Em’s side in the next breath. Em jumped and cursed but tried to follow your gaze as it stayed focused on the hills. You gently guided her to where OJ and Angel stood, the three of them crowded behind you.

Around them, the air stilled and then thickened. OJ kept his eyes on you as you watched the empty space before you. 

Angel’s voice dripped with nerves, “What’s going on?”

OJ shook his head, deciding to stay quiet. Beside him, Em released a shaky breath and all at once–your head snapped upwards and your left arm shot out as if you were blocking someone’s entry,

“TaaaAAAAaaaasssSStEEeeey….”

A crinkling whisper, a voice ground between grave and ash raking through his mind. OJ vision winked at the edges and suddenly there was something standing just to the side of you. Beside him Angel retched at the sight and Em’s hand gripped OJ’s. 

It looked like the colt they lost a month ago. Only now it was bleached white, its skull picked clean aside from the runny, lidless orbs that rolled about its head. It stood on two legs, stretched to fit whatever crawled inside as flies and gnats haloed as an awful crown.

OJ felt Angel reached behind him to grab into Em’s wrist. They huddled closer together, OJ trying to fit them behind him–trying to fit behind you. 

“They are tasty but they are not yours.” The sound of your voice drew air back into his lungs. The air chilled and then some more, Angel hid his face into OJ’s shoulder. 

“Wwannt…OOooonlY…ONE.”

The tall-colt made a noise, unhappy and it took a step closer. Your extended arm did not move, but it reared back as it shoved away. 

“They are all mine.”

“You are old. You are hungry.” Your voice swam across OJ’s skin and it sank in as a salve the longer you spoke, “I can find you food. I can give you peace. You cannot have them. They are not yours. Or anyone else’s.’

OJ’s eyes met Em’s, neither of their heads moving but they remained silent. Were there more? Were they surrounded? OJ felt his hairs raise on end and dared to swallow the rising nerves. 

The colt’s head tilted until its crooked chin pointed to the sky. Different parts of it inhaled, exhaled– it’s right thigh, the wrong side of its chest but never at the same time. The imitation of breathing, it reminded OJ of a broken accordion.

“CooooOould….taKe…”

“Could try. Will die. Hungry, still.”

It froze and OJ wondered if it was weighing the pros of testing your boundary, but he got his answer when the colt took a step back. The scent spiked like a demon’s skunk-like reaction to distress, the stench of rotting flesh bursting into the air. 

“SSsSssooosoOOOOO huUUnNgry….”

The words came out in a nasty gurgle, Angel flinched as he held in another lurch but you nodded with casual understanding.

“Stay inside until I come back.” You were talking to them now, voice carrying over your shoulder perfectly, “Do you remember what we talked about?”

Lock up, don’t look out.

Only when OJ, Em, and Angel recite it to your liking did you begin walking toward the tall-colt. It made a sharp, sad noise as it was repelled by your force. OJ could see bloody tears spring from its eyes before it turned away, your arm now guiding it back into the nothingness in which it came.

They all gasped when the pressure lifted, the stench of rotting flesh vanishing lingering. OJ felt like he could float from the sudden absence of other-wordly pressure. Angel finally darted inside to release his lunch into the  kitchen sink.

Em braced herself against the house coughed, “Fuck, that’ll never get old.”

…….

OJ knew the exact moment when you returned.

His stomach swooped, as graceful as a bird coming down to its home branch. He told the others to stay put inside as he readied to go outside, Pop’s 12-gauge at his side for peace of mind. He knew it wasn’t a sure solution but it was a good buy of time.

OJ made a quick walk to the barn, knowing you were there before he even heard your conversation with the horses. He paused at the sight of the heavy imprint of webbed feet, as large as a cougar’s until they led to Maple’s stall.

He took in the scales surrounding your feathered body, the claws scratching rhythmically into the oft dirt. You were quite large in this feline-lizard body, but Maple found comfort in the curl of your body. OJ wanted to wedge in, but this wasn’t about him. 

“She wondered why her offspring reeked of Other.” your voice drifted into the cool, open air as crystalline eyes trained on Oj, “I told her the truth. That was not her offspring, they are at peace.” 

OJ wished he could tell Maple he was sorry. That he wishes he could have at least buried Agave deeper into the ground. 

He sat down outside of the stall, gauge pointed away but near, “What was it? On the inside?”

“It was an old thing. Seeped into Agave’s remains to walk again.”  The large, fan-ended part of your tail patted the ground, “It traced Agave’s bones back to here. Seeped deep enough to remember her love for Maple, her love for you. That’s what made you all so…tempting.” 

He tried so hard to keep Agave going. She was born too early, and was just too weak. Oj spent every last one of her 12 days of life trying to give her a chance. It was good to know that, maybe, Agave did understand his care, “And did it go back?”

Your bismuth eyes glowed in the dark as the tip of your tail gave a flick, “It did. It will not be returning.” 

He nodded. While OJ did not know where this creature came from in your history, the form was built to win a fight. He wanted to ask more questions. About ‘old things’ and if they were staking out the horses, but he decided to have faith in you. After all, your senses were keen even before the confrontation at the porch. For the last few days, there has been tension along your spine, your eyes more animal than not. OJ has woken up more than once to your silent vigil in the night. Just as many times, he was lulled by the soft scrape-thud’s of your heavy wings on top of the roof. 

“It is getting cold.” 

Your voice was like a gente hug and prod, OJ knew he was being coaxed but allowed it. With OJ safely inside, he could watch over Em and Angel while you watched over them all. OJ understood, the last of adrenaline leaving as he began to stand. 

He went into the stall, pressing a kiss to your textured nose and petting Maple’s mane. He told her that you would take care of them all, but OJ had a feeling they already knew that.

“Goodnight, baby.” 

“Goodnight, my OJ.

OJ still did not know exactly what you were, but he trusted you. He trusted what he knew about what made you the being he loved. He loved you the moment you decided to grow gorgeous brown skin and coily hair, to live as his woman for as long as you could. 

So, he would go inside and have a stiff drink and listen for your wings above his head. 

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✨ending notes✨: this would not leave my head (or my drafts) but it's finally out! I think OJ would be a good fit for an creature!reader for some reason 😂I imagine her as something that crawled out of some deep, deep hole from the Earth's otherside😌tell me what you think and thank you for reading as always!✨💕✨💕✨💕✨💕

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Hannibal / Siren

Imagine being a siren and in a relationship with Hannibal

------- Imagine -------

You had met at a lake surprisingly enough while your were both on vacation. Hannibal was an avid swimmer, and you, well you had other affinities for the water. You had talked, laughed, and of course swam for the better part of a week, never needing the use of your song to keep him coming back. Finally, one day he asked to see you more regularly back in the city where he worked. You had agreed as you could easily pass as human; and so started your twisted love story. He was too observant of a human and noticed immediately your enjoyment for what you knew to be human when he cooked for you outside of what the normal response. From there it was simply him watching you closely before he finally learned your secret. You both had the same feelings for each other. Love, with a touch of hunger and insanity too deep to push away. You both agreed that you would live, hunt, and love together until the day came where your other hungers over rid your desire for each other.

[monstersholygrail]

Rare Snow Leopard Hybrid who knows he’s unique and special and only deserves the best. But who’s been sent back to the shelter multiple times for being difficult.

When you decide to adopt him, feeling bad he hasn’t had a stable owner since his previous one passed, Snow Leopard Hybrid thinks you’re exactly the same as the others. He looks down on you, viewing you as just another dumb human.

But when your love and affection makes his tail shot up, swaying side-to-side, and his cock tingle, he decides to have mercy on you. He gives you the blessing of being the one he feeds his hard aching cock into, sinking his length into your tight heat and drooling over how perfect your walls feel all snug around him.

He kneads at your soft belly as he ruts into you like a man possessed, refusing to acknowledge that he’s going feral over a human. But he can’t help it when your pretty fat cunt is sucking him back in with every thrust, forcing his cock to twitch and jerk deeper inside you. He can’t believe how perfect you are for him, like you were made to take his cock. He wonders what else you’d be perfect for…

“I-I guess— Mmph!— that you’ll be fit to carry my litter. Just a human, b-but fuuuck, s’look so pretty all round and swollen with my kittens,” Snow Leopard Hybrid babbles messily, saliva dripping off his fangs and making such a mess of you. It only turns you on more to see how needy he is for you.

His thrusts grow sloppy as he fucks into you with a single purpose of shooting his cum inside you till his seed takes root. Hips swiveling and rutting against you, chasing his pleasure so much he doesn’t notice how he’s hitting that spongy spot inside of you with every jerk of his hips.

When you cum you cum hard, your vision flashing with stars and your weeping cunt clenching down hard around the Snow Leopard. He lets out a long yowl, feeling you suffocate his needy pulsing cock, and he slides down to the hilt before erupting and shooting long thick spurts of cum right into your eager womb. He cums and cums, seeming like it’ll never stop, filling you up to the brim. Only then does he sag against you, bumping his forehead affectionately against your neck, his cat ears tickling your cheek, and trilling softly in your ear.

“Stupid human makin’ me cum so hard… Need’a give ‘er more and more of my loads till she’s pretty and pregnant. Gotta keep my mate all filled up,” Snow Leopard Hybrid mumbles as if you aren’t even there.

His plans for you for the rest of the night quite clear as he quirky rambles about doing anything to make sure his cum takes. And a second later your pussy flutters feeling him start to grow hard again inside of you.

[yeyinde]

psychic!Reader being relentlessly stalked and terrorised by dead!Ghost.

He's not sure how he died, but considering the aura he has wrapped around him, it was vicious and violent. And while you're no stranger to helping the dead cross over when they need it, but he can't. Or won't. Everything you try doesn't work, and he soon decides that he's fine with that.

Prefers, instead, to follow you around. And at first, it's fine. He explores the world around him—intangible, untouchable—and asks snarky questions about why you're the only the one who can see him. How this came to be. But then he grows bored. Restless. Shifts into bad jokes. Taunts.

Finds the most amusement, though, in muttering in your ear about all the filthy things he'd do to you if he had his body back—in broad daylight, no less. All explicit, ugly things about testing your flexibility. Bending your knees to your ears. Getting that pretty little mouth on his cock—

Watches you shower. Drawls about having you put on a show for him. Slides into the bed with you when he can manipulate and solidify his form better. Icycold hands against your breasts. Squeezing your ass.

Most ghosts continue with their routine. Go on with their lives. Cogs in the machine. But he spends his time messing with you.

The problem, however, is that ghosts can only do much to interact with the physical world. Knocking things over. Stomping their feet down the halls. Saying a word. A name. A whisper. Cold air. Static. A slamming door.

But Simon's pinches hurt. His hand sometimes feels warm when he cups your beasts, or curls his palm over the nape of your neck, pulling you toward his groin only to huff when your face slips through it.

"not there yet, are we?" he drawls, but holds you there anyway just because he can.

Sometimes you have to remind yourself he's a ghost. A spectre. He can't really hurt you.

But when he nuzzles his face into your neck, and bites down so hard it burns, you find yourself unable to explain the raw, bloodied imprint of his teeth there the next morning. Or how warm, how solid, his body feels when he pulls you against his chest, hands groping at you as he stares at the mark he left with something primal twisting across his once pellucid face. Darkening with malintent. Desire.

Maybe you should have taken his threats a little more seriously after all.

[m1nsur0]

Stayrus/Sylus

[roomiesoreo]

Girl I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure at the idea of playing with Remmick using vampire weaknesses. Letting wild garlic grow all around your house, knowing he’ll be fighting his way through it every night anyway, just to sit on your porch and beg on his knees to be let in. Sitting just inside your front door, legs slightly parted, while he’s crawling and drooling on your front porch, begging you to let him inside. Wearing silver rings while you have sex, so every time you touch him you burn him just a little. Letting him sleep in your bed and keeping the curtains closed in your bedroom, but throwing them open in every other room in the house. Playing with yourself on the couch, soaking in the late afternoon sunlight, while he’s whimpering and crying in the darkness of the bedroom, losing his mind. You know he loves to choke you, so you wear a silver necklace to keep his hands off your throat, knowing it’ll drive him insane. Something about the power dynamics of it all just scratches my brain the right way.

[seaborgium-dazies]

Mr. sandman, bring me a dream~ ♡mdni

part 2 of mha characters having their first wet dream about you pt.1 cw: brat taming (dabi); public sex if u squint (hawks), thigh riding (aizawa) 🌊: shigaraki, dabi, hawks, aizawa, all might

shigaraki:

In his dream you were grinding against his cock, your bare wet pussy creating delicious friction against him. With every motion your clit collided with the tip of his dick and both of your were writhing in pleasure. But he was only able to enjoy this dream for a hot minute before he was woken up by banging on his door. He woke up with a mouth drier than the desert and having leaked through his boxers. He jerked off like 5 times before coming out of his room still horny.

dabi:

Dabi dreamt that he was drilling into you mercilessly and you were trying your hardest not to give in. His piercings dragged along your walls and you stifled your moans, trying to remain having the upper hand. He loved the challenge, seeing how long you would be able to spout bratty things. And just as he saw your facial expression falter, your resolve crumbling his alarm blared. He woke up with a boner so painful he couldn't control himself. But he kept grinning all throughout the day when the dream crossed his mind.

hawks:

Keigo dreamt that you had walked into his office as he was in the middle of doing paperwork and bent over to expose your bare pussy. Your actions led to him being knuckle deep in your pussy and you biting back moans. Your juices were coating his hand and when he started circling your clit, your eyes widened and keigo got woken up by a stack of papers falling from his desk onto the floor. When he realised that he had dozed off in his office and that none of that was real he went beet red.

aizawa:

Shota dreamt that you were moving against his thigh with nothing between your pussy and his bare skin. And when your rhythm started to falter, your body slightly falling forward, he cupped your cheek making you meet his gaze. "Eyes on me pretty thing", he whispered but before he saw your reaction his alarm ripped him from his dream :(

All might:

Toshinori dreamt that you were a complete mess beneath him. Sweat made your hair stick to your forehead and with every thrust you were moaning his name. The bounce of your boobs accompanied by a neverending mantra of 'toshi, toshi, toshi~' had him gripping the headboard. He woke himself up by cumming in his pants TwT

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[weirdopotato234]

WE GOT MORE PHOSPHORUS

FANFIC WRITERS, DO YOUR THING, PLEASE

WE NEED

[yawnderu]

bimbo! vs creature!

PLSSSS THEM EFJKLELHKBFBJHEF

Legit them 😭😭😭

[soupdweller]

mermay day 3: pirates

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

i can draw only one kind of mildly spicy content. and that is Extremely Soft Sappy Heart Eyes Omg I Love You So Much Hhhnghgnhgnhf Kiss Me Pls brand. idk what y'all were expecting

anyway monsterfuckers/romancers come get y'all Basilisk Eclipse

[monstersflashlight]

Easter special: Egg hunt

A/N: Happy Easter for those who celebrate. Did I imagine the alien as someone similar to the Easter Bunny from The Origin of the Guardians. I don’t confirm nor deny it… But yes. Enjoy!

Alien x gn!reader || eggpreg, oviposition, breeding, dub-con, overstimulation, (very light) degradation

He pushes his hips deeper, making you moan like a whore. “Come on, little bunny, you can take one more,” his soft words try to coach another egg into you.

“I- I don’t know if I…” You try to tell him, but your voice breaks with a loud moan when you feel the stretch of another egg going in.

Your stomach is already distended, egg after egg filling you until you feel like you are about to pop and he’s just rubbing against your special spots until your eyesight goes white and he can slip another egg into you as you climax for the thousandth time.

You had so many orgasms you can’t feel half your body already, you are just a puddle of pleasure and come. His seed is overflowing from your abused hole, and he keeps fucking into you as if it’s his life mission. And good goddess if you aren’t enjoying it more than you thought possible.

“Shhh, little bunny, just a couple more and then you’d be nice and round with my eggs. Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you like to be pretty all full of me?” You moan at his words, too tired to tell him you are already round with his eggs.

He pinches your nipple and kisses your neck, his actions so soft compared to how hard he’s fucking into you. How hard he’s pressing egg after egg in you… “You said one more…” You weakly remind him.

His voice is almost begging when he speaks again. “Just one more, I swear. One more and I’ll pull out of you,” he says between grinding his hips against your hole and kissing your forehead sweetly.

You cry out his name (or you try to with your fucked out voice) as you feel his dick expanding once again, another egg joining the dozens already inside of you. You can feel them sloshing inside of you, the mix of eggs and come driving you insane.

He pulls out and you can feel the mess between your legs, his self satisfied smile looking at his doing making it even more obvious how messy you must be. You can’t really see anything over the bulge in your stomach where his eggs lay.

“What now?” You ask when your brain gets back into action, your body so tired you can barely open your eyes to look at him over you.

He looks up at you for a second before announcing: “Now I let you rest for a while… And then I fish them out,” he bites his lower lip as he stares back to your leaking hole. He looks mesmerized, and if you weren’t so fucked out you’d be embarrassed.

“You what?” Your voice sounds high pitched, and you try to sit up, but your body is too tired to do so.

He pats the side of your leg in a calming manner, his eyes never reaching your face as he licks his lips and probes your hole with his fingers, making you shiver because of how tender you are. That makes his grin so wide you think he’s going to get sore cheeks.

“You won’t be able to push them down on your own… So I’ll help.” He looks giddy with excitement at the prospect to pull the eggs out of you, and you can’t even care that he’s a freak like that. You fell in love with him already knowing he was an alien pervert.

You are too tired to get more explanations. “Okay,” you let out in a whisper before your eyes close.

You wake up with a moan, your body thrumming with sexual energy as you feel his hands caressing your sides and his furry body rubbing against your hip. He’s hard again, and his dick feels huge again. You aren’t sure if you are up for another round, but you’d definitely want to try.

“Again?” Your voice is slurred and he chuckles.

“It’s time to get them out, little bunny,” he announces, his big body looming over you. His completely black eyes focused only on one thing.

“Ho- how?” You ask with a sigh when his fingers probe your hole once again. It feels raw and stretched, and his touch feels like a thousand electric shocks running down your spine.

“I fish them out,” he explains as he pushes three of his fingers inside your hole without warning. You let out an unhinged groan as he starts wriggling them. You can feel his fingers elongating, you never though dating an alien who could stretch his body would be this fun, but good goddess…

His fingers reach so deep inside of you that you are worried he’s going to touch your organs, but good goddess if the wriggling of his fingers trying to catch the eggs is not sending you into all kinds of new pleasure levels. You never thought you’d be into this kind of… exploration, but is doing something for you. It’s doing a whole lot for you.

Your whole brain is melting inside your head and you can’t do anything but to weakly roll your hips with the excuse to help him out, but in reality just trying to reach that orgasm that feels at the tips of your conscience.

You don’t even know if you can come anymore, you feel completely spent, he milked each drop of pleasure from your body and your greedy little hole is just asking for more… You can’t believe how much of a whore you are for him, but damn it, the embarrassment only makes you hotter.

“Push down, little bunny. Help me take them out…” He instructs, one of his hands slowly caressing your sweaty skin as he

“Please,” you beg not knowing what you are asking for.

“On it,” he says in his most cheerful voice as you feel his fingers curl inside of you until you feel him pulling back.

He almost cheers with happiness when he shows you the first egg. You look at him, blinking really slowly as your body releases some pent up tension. But then he pushes his finger back inside and you are screaming once more, your body seizing as you come once more.

The pleasure is borderline painful after so many orgasms, but he’s relentless as he pulls out two eggs at the same time. The stretch is so big you think you are about to be split in two.

“How… How many more?” You ask between muffled groans after he pulls three more out.

“Just a few more, little bunny. You are doing wonderful. Your hole looks so pretty, so stretched and abused for me. I should take a pic to immortalize this moment.” You clench involuntarily at his words and he chuckles. “You like that, don’t you? We’ll explore your fantasy next time.” You moan at the prospect, your body trembling as he fishes another one out.

By the time the last egg is out of you, you have had so many orgasms your legs are shaky and you can’t move. Your face is all messy with saliva and tears as he licks it off you and tells you how well you did for him. You fall asleep with a smile on your lips and his come slowly dripping out of your stretched hole…

Happy Alien Easter for you.

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Pressure – Sebastian Solace [Art by Twitter artist @SprinkleCake00Z]

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Imagine an Ancient Eldritch God who’s been locked away for centuries. Too powerful for the other gods to control so they threw him away into an eternal darkness instead. They couldn’t risk him being out in the world and becoming even more powerful so they did what they thought must be done.

For so long darkness and cold are all he’s ever known. The total emptiness of it gnaws at him. That is until one day when a light breaks through and he finds himself suddenly in your bedroom, trapped in a summoning circle.

By the naive awe on your face you clearly don’t know what it is you just did. No mere human would ever knowingly summon a being as powerful as him. Glancing down at the book in your hand he reads, ‘How to Summon Incubi With Your Friends: The Party Guide.’

An incubi? You think him an incubi? It is no matter. He is free and he has you to thank for it.

Luckily without much thought you close the book and the barrier around the summoning circle breaks. He must act quickly. Before the other Gods sense his presence on this mortal plane and drag him back into that unbearable darkness.

He leans in close and rushes to offer you a contract. Bind your soul to his and he will be forever devoted to you. He will assist you in whatever you need, be whoever you need him to be. You will own him, body and soul in this life and the next.

It sounds like a pretty damn good deal so you see no harm in accepting it without much consideration. Not willing to give you time to take it back he seals the contract with a kiss. But oh, it’s been so long since he’s felt this. Touch.

“Human, you are so warm,” he growls, pushing forward till you tumble onto the bed, your lips still locked in a passionate embrace.

From dusk to dawn he experiences what only can be described as the most euphoric sex of all time. For none have felt the pleasure of being inside of you like he has. With your warm walls dragging along his length, milking so many orgasms out of you both, it’s like he’s finally seeing the light. And he basks in the burning lust you ignite within him.

If he hadn’t already seared himself to your very soul till the end of time then he would’ve then. Ensuring that the sweet honey from your release remains forever on his tongue. He desired your touch more than humans require air. Both needed them to survive.

Just as he starts to think he may be able to relax, to stay hidden within your aura from the Gods, a blinding white light engulfs you both. It takes you much longer to realize something had happened, your luscious figure exposed to them all. A protective urge surges through him and he drags you into his chest, using his body to shield yours.

Your expression remains so adorably idiotic as the Gods explain to you that you must relinquish your contract with him so that he may return to the rightful place in his prison. That annoying urge tickles his nerves again and he holds you a little tighter. If only to ground himself in you.

“I’m afraid they won’t be doing that. Our contract is sealed by a force much stronger than you.”

Then he tosses the book down between them, waiting patiently as the Gods stare with a dumbfounded look on their faces. Glancing between you, him, and the book in a cycle so repetitive you get dizzy.

More so out of confusion than anything else, they eventually let you go. Somehow coming to the conclusion that as long as he was bound to your control the world would be save. When they leave the white room around them fades to reveal you’re back in your bedroom. Still so naked and ready for him.

He sighs a long breath of relief before a laugh that borderlines on maniacal bubbles up in his throat. You stare up at him with wide eyes like you’re only now realizing what you’ve gotten yourself into. When he looks down at you his eyes flash and his cock hardens against you instantly.

He’s finally free, free to be with you. The sweet human who’s given him the world. Now he wishes to give you the world in return. You whimper, squirming against him, arousal pools between your thighs and your heart races with need as you rub against his massive cock that twitches and leaks with his own need.

The fact that he’s all yours and your all his sends a thrill down his spine. He can’t believe the Gods backed off. He can stay with you now in the light, never to go back to that dark place. It makes him grow impossibly harder, his pre cum smearing along your slit and he grinds against you.

“Fear not, my dear. For you will never have to part with me. They will not take me away from you and your pretty pussy that I so crave. I now have as much time as I desire to wreck your soft fragile human husk. We should take advantage of that, don’t you think so?” He growls, laying you both back down on the bed.

Your lips part to speak just as he slams his cock back inside you and a scream comes out instead. He watches the way your body arches into him so beautifully as he starts thrusting back inside you. While your sounds of pleasure are music to his ears, grounding him in this beautiful moment.

And there’s not an inch of doubt within you that he’s going anywhere. No, you’re certain he’s going to be sticking around you for a very, very long time.