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Posting some canon stuff after a bajillion oc posts lads. Gave up on this smopkins one like a month ago but I thought it was kinda funny so posting anyway
AND TADNUT MY BELOVED I HAVE NEGLECTED YOU FOR SO LONG
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Some jimmy wips, im so in love w this game omfg
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monsterfucking, breeding, dubcon? ୨ৎ part two to this !
one of the many, many benefits of having an alien for a boyfriend is his extra appendages!
you had been blissfully ignorant of their existence, having thought that though choso isn’t from this world, your anatomies were relatively similar. sure, his skin has a pearlescent hue to it, and his ears are sharp at the tips rather than rounded. but his lips, his hands, his body—everything else seemed exactly the same…
it’s when he has you caged beneath him—body pressed flush against yours, rolling his hips in steady, fluid strokes, cock stretching you open—that you quickly learn otherwise…
he’s gasping in your ear, moaning and warbling lowly, thin brows furrowed as he nips at your shoulder. “g-good.” he groans. “you feel…good .”
his teeth graze across your skin. not enough to break it, but enough to make you squirm. back arching into him.
and then you feel it.
something warm. viscous.
initially, you don’t think much of it, taking it to be choso’s cum, or pre, or maybe even something from you. what else could it be? but then you feel it move—them move. the sticky warmth traveling up your thigh….and suddenly you feel it everywhere.
sinuous tendrils press against your stomach, pulse against you, twitching like they���re alive. no, they are alive.
“choso—?”
you gasp, voice breaking on a moan as one of the tendrils brushes your nipple, rubbing against the oversensitive bud.
“d-did… did you just grow extra limbs?” your voice is breathy, caught between shock and fascination.
he slows and makes a noise—something like a nervous whirr—eyes blown wide. “nnnh. no. always there.” he hesitates, his brow furrowing. “hide… before.”
your stomach flips. you don’t know if it’s from the revelation or the fact that he’s still mercilessly pounding into you. still, you ask: “why?”
choso tilts his head, contemplating, his lips pressing together like he’s trying to find the right words. “mm. you… might… fear?”
oh.
your chest aches at the thought. that he had hidden a part of himself from you, worried that you’d recoil. that you’d think he was strange. monstrous.
slowly, deliberately, you reach out, running your fingers along the slimy tendrils before you grasp one. holding it tight within your fist. the moment you touch it, choso sucks in a sharp breath, a low, shivery hum rolling from his throat.
your lips part. “you can… feel that?”
his cheeks darken and his gaze slants. “sensitive.”
you test your grip, stroking along the length of one tendril, feeling the way it pulses under your fingers. it flexes against your palm, writhing slightly—almost needy.
choso whimpers. his thrusts falter, then resume, a little rougher now, his cock dragging deep with every roll of his hips. he makes a broken noise in his throat. whines like he's being tortured. pleading.
the tendril wiggles from your grasp, curling around your wrist instead. the other slithers up your body, trailing over your collarbone before sliding along your jaw, pressing at your lips.
testing.
you hesitate, and choso lets out a soft, desperate whimper, his cock twitching inside you. his body tenses, his muscles taut with restraint—but his tendrils don’t have that same hesitation. they want.
you part your lips, and the appendage just takes.
it thrusts itself inside, roughly shoving past your lips, slick and warm as it glides over your tongue, tasting overwhelmingly of salt. it roams around, forces itself deeper and deeper until you're forced to make room for it.
and the second you hollow your cheeks around it—
"nnnh—!"
choso breaks.
his hips snap forward, driving his cock deep, his breath coming in gasps as his tendrils react—tightening around your wrists, your thighs, everywhere. the one in your mouth pulses, pushing just a little deeper, flexing against your tongue like it’s searching for more.
you’re choking. gasping for air, at this point. wholly convinvced you might pass out as the appendage thrusts in and out of your mouth roughly. without care.
you push at choso. let out a soft whimper. but there's nothing you can do but gag. take it.
your throat tightens around it; choso wails.
his whole body trembles, his thrusts erratic, desperate. you’re overwhelmed—sensitive from his relentless pace, from the way his cock fills you, from the way the tendrils curl and pulse against your skin like they’re just as needy as he is. hot tears brim in your eyes at the entirety of it all.
your own pleasure spikes, your body clenching around him as heat coils tight in your belly.
"too—mmph—!" your words are lost around the appendage bruising your mouth, your throat bobbing around the thick, pulsing shape as your body tenses.
and choso feels it. his tendrils feel it.
everything tightens.
and then—
"hahh—ahh—!"
his cum spurts inside of you, warm and filling, but the tendrils don’t stop.
they keep flexing, pulsing, using your body to milk every last drop from him. his cock barely softens before one of the tendrils at your thigh coils around the base, tightening, keeping him inside you, keeping him hard.
choso shudders, his warbling cry dissolving into a low, breathless hum. his body sags against you, his muscles trembling from overstimulation.
but the tendrils don’t care.
they flex. pulse. twitch.
choso whimpers against your throat, his voice raw. “i—ahh—i… s’too much…i can't...”
but it isn’t up to him anymore.
not with his tendrils still moving.
not with his cock still twitching, readying itself again.
and you realize—
neither of you are getting any rest tonight.
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me and gf were making out and i slipped my hand into her waistband for a second and burst into uncontrollable laughter because this fucking tweet appeared in my head like a message from god
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