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does. Does anyone else do this. Is this normal. Hello

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❤

Happy Valentine's Day!

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Nonhuman human fucker f/o who gets off on how weird semen is and whines how they "wanna be filled with human cum" while the non human fuckers roll their eyes and talk about how weird it is to want to be filled with human fluid

This post is about cum but I understand human "fluid" can be taken in many ways (i.e. piss) - say what you want on here or in the tags I'm not going to judge - don't come into my ask box with it though

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It is my humble opinion that Venti should top and dom everyone. Especially those who are twice his size.

Just for fun.

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"The Emperor is manipulative."

Ok yes and? It's hot.

"It gaslights--"

Hot.

"Lies"

Hot.

"Uses you for its own--"

Hot. You can't stop me from loving Emps.

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Emperor getting some well deserved pets 💜

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The Emperor's romance scene broke my brain. Errogenous tentacles!! AND he purrs. I want him to fill all my holes and tell me I'm a good boy. I want to make him purr, and see how undone he can become.

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Should’ve read the fine print...

Minors DNI

Warning(s): NSFW, dubcon

Fem!Reader

Authors Note: First time; necessary feedback, pls! Taking requests!

It’s been about a week since you’ve moved into your new apartment. Everything about it was perfect except for one thing: you’ve explored every room but one, which was locked for some reason. (If only you had read the entire catalog ad, you would’ve understood why and that all past tenants never stayed too long). You complained about it to your landlord, who hired a locksmith free of charge, thankfully. This is what your actions have come to, sadly: you, standing before hundreds of slimy, purple tentacles, coming from all around the mystery room.

You try and back away quietly toward the door in hopes of being able to leave unnoticed. Pitifully, the floorboards creek(damn, this shitty building). The tentacles immediately move in your direction as you run for the door, only to be blocked off by more tentacles. They push you to the ground and squeeze around your arms and legs, probing at your torse.

They’re not hurting you; they seem pretty curious, actually. The tentacle's touch is soft and gentle. One tentacle stops at your face...it’s...caressing your cheek? Their touches were seemingly affectionate at first but quickly became provocative. They began to slip under your clothes, feeling you up.

Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.

A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.

The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.

The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?

It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.

The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?

It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.

The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.

...

Might as well move your stuff in here.

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More than anything, I think I want the Ansur plush than the dakimakura xD

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exquisitely slutty. reblog 😌

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... i wrote smut about the giant mushroom man

we all knew this was coming.

inspired by #21 from this prompt list: "Don't hold back."

tw: sex in front of an audience, i gave spaw a dick (and i'm not sorry)

MINORS DNI

your head is a star between my hands (sovereign spaw x gender neutral!reader, baldur's gate 3)

Spaw calls you Life-Chanter. Peace-Bringer. His words rumble down the length of your spine despite no mouth with which to speak them, your mind full of the myconid’s song and your hands heavy with the murderous drow’s severed head. 

The gathered myconids throw up their arms in jubilation, clouds of spores releasing from their brightly colored heads. The air fills with the scent of earth, sweet, damp, deep, and your chest heaves as you breathe it all in. 

the drow sought to shatter our Circle, Spaw rumbles, thick fingers winding about Nere’s head and lifting the hard-earned bounty from your grasp. Brilliant yellow eyes do not lift from yours, however. now his flesh shall feed its growth. 

A fitting end, you think faintly, though when you attempt to speak the words aloud they fall apart on your tongue. No matter. There is little need for words here, or speech. There is only the myconids’ song, only Spaw, and as he sets aside his prize, you find yourself the sole subject of his fierce gaze.

in dealing death, you have brought this Circle life. His hand arches over your shoulder, brushing the air against your jaw. The air fills with the myconids’ song, buzzing through your blood like a hummingbird’s wing. what would you have of our Circle, in return?

You shake your head, breath sticking in your throat as Spaw’s fingers nearly alight upon your shoulder. “There is nothing I would take from you, save the knowledge that your Circle is safe.”

The myconid leader’s brilliant yellow eyes bore into your own. His hand traces the air around your cheek, and you suck in a breath as it touches your flesh, dry and cool to the touch.

nothing? he rumbles, his towering body swaying as he takes a step closer. The air thickens with the scent of earth, rich and sweet.

“I would have only what you deem fit to offer,” you murmur, your palm lifting to drag along Spaw’s wrist and settling loosely against the back of his hand. You are seldom so coy, and yet in the wake of the myconids’ song your body feels not your own, bereft of eloquence, subject to its basest needs and desires. And what you desire most is - 

we offer connection, says the myconid leader, swaying ever closer. He looms above you, piercing yellow eyes drawing you in. communion.

Your breath catches. Communion, his voice echoes within the depths of your mind, his meaning more than clear, his intentions apparent.

You are alone. The others had trudged off to make camp and left the task of delivering Nere’s head to you. As exhausted as they’d seemed from your tromp through the Grymforge, it was unlikely that they would come looking should you choose to linger among the myconids. 

You lift your gaze to Spaw’s, and reach furtively for his hand, feeling more than hearing the creak of his breath as you place his long fingers against your chest.

Your answer, when it comes, is as sweet as a song.

“Yes.”

*

The myconids croon in tandem with your cries, their song filling your head and trembling down the length of your spine. 

Spaw’s massive hands grip tightly to your hips, blunt fingertips sinking into your flesh as he urges you upon his length. You gasp at the stretch, body bearing down until his flared head has slipped beyond the slick ring of your entrance and buried itself deep within your trembling walls.

You grit out a curse, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your body pulses around the myconid’s cock. Slender but lengthy, Spaw’s member fills every empty nook of you, effortlessly bumping against the bundle of nerves that makes your vision quake. Your lip aches beneath the abuse of your own teeth as you swallow your cries, chest heaving and thighs aching as they cling tightly to Spaw’s slender hips.

Smooth fingertips bump against your cheek, urging your teeth free of your lip, and your half-lidded gaze finds itself arrested by the fierce yellow eyes of your host. 

do not hold back, Spaw commands, hips snapping and member driving into your body. share your song, Life-Bringer. our Circle aches to hear it.

You shout raggedly as his voice fills your head, your breaths hitching as the myconid leader fucks you deep. Your hands wrap around the sharp juts of his shoulders, a rumbling groan echoing between your ears as you drag blunt nails along his luminescent skin. Around you, the other myconids echo his call, crooning in desire and swaying as though caught in a fierce wind, spilling their spores into the damp air of the Underdark. 

You won’t last. You can feel your body soaring toward climax already, your core throbbing with every thrust of Spaw’s hips, every muted groan echoing through your mind. As your orgasm overcomes you, your thighs twitching and your core pulsing, your voice swells, filling the air with the sound of your release.

The myconids croon in response, their song achingly sweet, and as Spaw reaches his own completion, his groan echoes through your mind like a great tree felled by the wind. Deep within you, his member throbs, pulsing once, twice, three times against the snug embrace of your fluttering walls, and a sated groan spills from your throat as your body fills with his warmth.

Peace-Bringer, Spaw groans against the crown of your head, his hips twitching, his great back bowed as his body shudders through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Circle-Sworn.

Circle-Sworn, the other myconids cry, and you moan as their song swells to a crescendo within your head, feverish, hungry, sweet. 

Circle-Sworn.

It is a title you shall wear with pride.

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I just saw someone describe fucking sukuna as monster fucking, and they aren’t wrong, but it feels so…wrong?? Like sukuna feels so tame??

i couldn't think of a way to answer this without going into this way too hard and spiraled a little so uh.... have a presentation. i worked hard on it so i hope this helps.

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The Bimbofication of Cows

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I love the idea of how, at first, Emperor is prepositioning everyone, as the Dream Visitor, trying to get them to consume tadpoles and the like.

But then there's Tav with a particularly penchant for submission, obedience, and a very obvious praise kink. And all efforts are funneled into Tav and Tav alone. And it pays off, because Tav is putty in the Emperor's hands just from a few sweetly spoken words of encouragement.

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Warmth.

— The Emperor x gender-neutral!Reader.

18+ only content under the cut, minors stay away.

CW: tentacles, sex with a mind flayer, everything you'd expect from this character

Warmth envelops you; inside, outside, in ways that you hadn't even known possible. The mouth between your thighs welcomes you with a hot and slick eagerness; the tentacle that slides into your rear mirrors the presence that penetrates deep into your mind.

"Perfect. You are... perfect."

The Emperor's voice is with you, around you, in you; ringing in your head sweeter and louder than any hymn ever has. The sting of its long nails squeezing into your widely parted thighs only adds to the sensation, the pleasure; your body responds to it, trembles beneath it, desires it.

"Yes, just like that. Relax yourself. Enjoy it... Enjoy me."

Its mouth is occupied, but it needs no mouth to speak. It makes no effort to hide its own arousal; the deep timbre of its mental voice is breathy, eager, just as any lover's whisper might be— except this one is not in your ear, it is in your brain.

The wetness of its tongue works you in every way you love; no doubt it has gleaned that knowledge from your mind, so willingly laid open for it. Its tentacle is tender inside you, the push and pull forming a rhythm with the long strokes of its tongue; two-pronged delight that steadily builds inside you, mingling with the wonderful fuzziness in your mind to make you feel as though you're floating.

The Emperor moans shamelessly for you through your mental connection with it, growls for you somewhere deep in its throat. Its piercing violet eyes are closed; you can see as much as feel just how focused it is on you.

You're almost mindless. The attention to your body is setting every nerve alight; the connection in your brain carries pleasure between you both deeper than you'd ever felt it before. Forming a coherent thought is a nearly impossible task, but nevertheless, you try...

In your mind, you reach out for the Emperor; you let your consciousness brush against its own.

You're rewarded immediately with a guttural purr and a delighted groan in your head.

"Again."

Its voice is positively desperate; its fingers clutching at your thighs so tightly that its nails almost draw blood. The slick tongue between your legs works more eagerly now, and you can feel it so clearly in your mind; the Emperor is hungry for you.

You reach out via your connection again, and your mutual pleasure is rising to heights that make you want to scream. The heat is intense; not just the physical heat, but the heat of its presence in your brain. In every way, you are surrounded; by its body, by its mind, by its care.

Both your hands find its head; not to draw it closer - you're not sure if that would even be possible - but because you need something to hold onto, something to ground you even a little as the two of you hurtle together towards utter bliss.

The Emperor knows just how close you are. Your pleasure is its, its pleasure is yours; it is every bit as close as you are. Its tentacle inside you wriggles and writhes, pumps in and out with such relentless vigour; it needs you just as much as you need it, and it is making no secret of this fact.

"Yes... yes... hold nothing back..."

Its voice in your brain is as silky as ever, but it carries a certain urgency; an undeniable neediness. Its tentacles - aside from the one that's driving you dangerously close to madness - lovingly trail across your skin; groping, caressing, their touch blissfully cool against your heated skin.

"Give it to me..."

The feeling rises, tightens, heightens; you feel it in your skull, in your loins, in your very being. Your body trembles, quivers, shakes...

Those piercing eyes open to meet yours; and the Emperor's mental presence is right against your own, just as its body is right against your own.

"Give everything to me..."

Your body can take no more. Ecstasy blooms in you; it bursts and it spreads through you in tendrils, and your hips lift and your back arches as you feel it everywhere.

The Emperor, you realise, is feeling it too. Its fingers and its caressing tentacles clutch at you so tightly, and you can feel the tentacle inside you quivering; it's giving the sweetest groans in your mind, a low growling sound purring without cease in its throat. Its pleasure spills down your mental connection into your mind, and yours flows into it just the same; both of you lost to not only your own climax, but each other's.

And as you both bask in the glory of your shared release, you become aware that you're not only receiving the Emperor's pleasure through your mental connection, but its feelings too; affection, and adoration, and such a sweet and welcoming warmth.