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If you follow my first blog you know that I really like 3-some 💕 yes I still do love it~

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ahahah wouldnt it be funny if u like. sucked my tits as a friend. and you like, bent me over and pulled my underwear down.. as a friend. and then you stick your fingers in and out my dripping hole slowly.. as a friend hahahahah

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you and your group of friends decided to go away for the weekend because of the stress work has been causing all of you, you end up renting a small house in the beach, and you're all excited to either go in the water, sunbathe or get super drunk, after a swim you decide to go back to one of the outdoor showers since there's sand sticking on all parts of you, your swimsuit tight on your body, you take it all off and for a while you stay there scrubbing the sand and salty water out of your hair, you notice how it has gone quiet, but you figure that your friends might have gone inside or are asleep on one of the chairs, you turn your back to where you left your new change of clothes early on, only to realize your friends played that old prank of stealing then, likely just to see you naked, as you bend over to wash your swimsuit and at least put that back on, you feel something caressing your thighs and even before you can stand up again, the tentacle is sliding inside your hole and thrusting so that now your chest and crotch are pressed right against the glass of the shower, clear as day yo everyone that walks in, you can't make a sound since another thick tentacle places itself between your lips making you suck on it, as the monster fucks your holes, you can't really tell if what drips from your thighs is cum or water anymore

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Nosferatu by Giancarlo Montalbano

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so, you're jerking off to a horror movie

you didn't really mean to do it, you weren't doing anything for the night, and the channel was filled with all of those cheesy horror movies that weren't exactly good, but just because of halloween, you started watching them, during the third movie something changed, and while looking at the big tentacles coiling around the protagonist's body your own body was having a bit of a physical reaction

your hand gravitated to your pants and you took your shirt off, next were said pants and lastly your underwear, at that point you were already horny, and after having turned the volume down to ignore the plot, your own moans were the only sound in your living room

the lights went out, and it wasn't really a black out, but the tv was not on anymore, you felt something slimy on your hole and soon enough it was thrusting inside, another tentacle appeared, and pushed open your legs, so you were exposed while also getting fucked, as you moaned and played with your chest, another one pushed inside your mouth, using it to relieve itself, getting covered in your spit

the thrusts got even faster and you were pleading inside your head as you met their thrusts and saw the thick bulge forming on your stomach, to breed you and take advantage of your hole

the monster cummed inside you, and in your mouth, and then slid outside, and as they easily manhandled you so you were on all fours in front of them to fuck you again, you came all over the sofa, weakly shaking your ass as their cum came out of your hole, begging for it again

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(via Commission Kittyminx by PhilipSmithEros - Hentai Foundry)

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feeling very femboy out of nowhere which isn’t a word i’m always comfortable with, but for right now yes i’m naught but a femboy trans man prince who’s feeling horny and maybe i’ll just leave my door unlocked and balcony doors wide open and see what happens

perhaps a thief will sneak in, cloaked in blacks and purples, hood and mask covering most of his face, he’ll come in thinking someone has left the room and he can steal some gold and jewels, but instead finds me with my nightshirt rucked up so i can slide my fingers between my legs, and he decides he’s going to steal something else, i’ll yelp and he’ll ask me not to scream, i wouldn’t even be thinking about it, he wouldn’t even bother getting undressed, his nimble fingers would unfasten enough laces to get his cock out before sliding it up along my thighs, he’ll tell me what a pretty little thing i am as he inspects my cunt and see’s he really had found a jewel after all, for i am still a virgin, he grins wickedly asking if i’ve been waiting for someone special, asking if i’ve been saving myself, he’d want to push his cock right inside, and why shouldn’t he, i’m already wet enough from him squeezing my thighs together around his cock, holding my legs in place and just brushing against my cunt as it throbs because it needs something to fill it, he’ll fuck he fast but not too hard, not wanting to risk getting caught, he’ll pull out of me and cum on my thighs, ‘we should do this again some time, pretty boy’, he’ll jump out of the balcony and climb back down the way he came

perhaps a monster will follow my scent from across the kingdom, some winged demon like creature with sharp flags and shaper teeth, two pairs of eyes scanning my room as he flies in through the open balcony, he only looks taller the closer he approaches, he tilts his head curiously at me, i lean back further into my pillows, opening my legs, he’s slow and cautious and he kneels on the edge of my bed, crawling until his face is in front of mine, before swooping and pulling my leg so i’m laid down beneath him, i feel something poke my leg and see his cock peaking through his sheath, dripping against my knee, i reach a hand down and he preens, he could easily tear my apart but he’s looking at me as though he’s in awe i would be doing this, ‘please’, i don’t know how many times i say it, ‘please, please, please’ until i’m pressed face-first into the bed, my legs spread as wide as they can go, as he drapes himself over me, i stretched myself the best i could until he’d pressed a finger in along with mine, he huffs and pants into my hair as he presses me down further and all i can feel is his weight and his breath and presses inside me and all i can do is take it, he nibbles at my ear and licks my neck as i try to adjust to the sensation of something so big inside me before i beg him ‘please’ again, he learns i am not asking for his patience, snapping his hips against mine he puts an arm under my stomach to pull my body against his, he comes deep inside me as he bites into my neck, he licks at the wound as he lays me back against the pillows, he seems unsure what to do next, he watches over me until i fall asleep, he is not there when i awake

perhaps my guard will hear a noise and come in to check on me, opening the door with ease to see me spread out on the bed, two fingers trying to get deep enough inside me, he’ll apologise and turn around but fight the urge to peak, i’ll act shy at first as he stammers, ‘would you help me?’ i ask, ‘it’s not proper’ and ‘we musn’t’, but i’ve known the way he looks at me, ‘i just want someone to teach me’, i want someone to want me, he cradles my face in his hands, resolve slowly dropping, his armour takes time to unbuckle but he gets completely naked for me, i tell him to lock the door, he lavishes me in praise, kisses down my body, worships me, kisses further down until he kisses and sucks on my little cock, i beg him to stop teasing me, he hushes me as he presses into me, telling me that i’m taking him so well, telling me he’s blessed i would let him be my first, telling me how long he has dreamed of this, he tries to be soft and slow but i’m too riled up and i want him to use me, ‘haven’t you thought of all the things you could do to me?’, i push at him until he’s growling into my ear, ‘is this what you wanted? for me to pin you down and ravage you? to mark you so that everyone knows what a good submissive little boy you’re being for me?’, i want all of it, i want to wear my collar open tomorrow and let everyone see the marks, i hope seeing them makes him corner me in some secluded area and take me against the wall right there for tempting him so, he’ll insist on pulling out and so i’ll get down on my knees despite his protests and take him in my mouth until he cums down my throat, he’ll worry he’s been too rough with me, he’ll get a warm towel and make sure i drink some water and tuck me into bed, he’ll try to get dressed but i’ll drag him down under the covers with me, i snuggle my back into his chest and in the night i might let his cock slip between my thighs, i may even let it slip further and keep it like that until the sun rises

[this is about and for trans mlm, dni if you are adding wlw takes in the tags or as additions to this post]

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Finished sequence as promised. I’ve really enjoyed doing this kind of quick drawings, so I’m thinking about doing some more sequences portraying some of the characters personalities.

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prompt #2 - masturbation

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「申鶴」 by Rei_kun | Patreon

๑ Permission to reprint was given by the artist ✔.

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Wait... slime cubes? I'm familiar with people thirsting over slimes in more (ahem) traditional shapes, but not cubes. How would that even work?

I don't know how else to describe it without getting a bit graphic so... Warning? But you're on this blog lmao.

If you know me irl don't read further.

My thoughts on it go like this. You can sit in the cube, surrounded by it, and being fully and completely filled up by it. It can move inside you, similar sensation to tentacles I'd imagine, press on all the right spots at the same time, and keep you lifted off the ground. Idk. Appeals.

It can also function similar to a flesh wall with tendrils/tentacles, and can fulfill that pretty basic fantasy.

So, yeah. Slime cube.

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Going to a bar with your minotaur boyfriend and the bar has one of those Mechanical bulls, you jokingly say how your gonna try and ride it and win the prize

"I don't see why you would when you could just ride me"

A present for you (hopefully a good one).

F Reader x M Minotaur

Warning: NSFW, public sex, alcohol mention, dom minotaur 🥰

You had not been in the dating scene for awhile, mostly due to the exhausting nature of it all- the set-ups, the boring dates, the inevitable lack of chemistry, the screaming red flags. You resented the entire thing.

That's why meeting Hirron was a breath of fresh air. On a particularly lonely night- perhaps some tequila was involved, though you would never admit it- you opened a dating app, scrolling through prospects, unimpressed by the majority of candidates. You had nearly given up when a photo of an incredibly handsome minotaur graced the screen. From what you could surmise from his bio, the two of you had at least a few things in common and he was looking for something more serious, though you remained skeptical of that. Still, the mixture of being tipsy, being lonely, and being horny outweighed your usual reservations. You messaged him, then eventually forgot about it, opting for sleep.

Much to your surprise, you awoke to a reply. Something inside urged you to do the same. After a few days of conversation, good conversation, Hirron asked you out on a proper date. A cheap pizza place and a movie, exactly the kind of outing you preferred.

The photos did not do justice to how absolutely massive the minotaur was, nor did it highlight all of his gorgeous features. He was amazing. Respectful, but unabashedly flirtatious. Charming, but down to earth. One date turned into a second, then a third and fourth, and the two of you had rapidly become committed to whatever this was.

The only issue was that, despite all his innuendos and dirty jokes, you were too shy to move past making out, and he never initiated anything further. Which would have been fine, really, except that you desperately wanted to fuck him. You wondered if you were bold enough to seduce him. At this point, you were growing desperate enough to try.

On a Saturday evening, the two of you decided to meet up at a local bar. It was the furthest thing from fancy, inexpensive beers and casual, attracting a rowdy, but well-meaning crowd. You wore the most low-cut shirt in your wardrobe and jeans that made a spectacle of your ass. Maybe you weren't bold enough to outright seduce him, but a suggestive presence couldn't hurt.

Hirron was already at the bar when you got there, two glasses set on the table, having already ordered your favorite mixed drink. Even in the dim lighting, you could see his thick chest bulging through his T-shirt,  his long horns illuminated by yellow bulbs overhead. Fuck. You approached, trying to ignore the heat that radiated up your thighs.

"Hey," you said, loudly over the roar of jukebox tunes and drunk conversations, "I hope you haven't been waiting too long."

Hirron's head snapped up, a large grin crossing his face as he realized it was you. Suddenly, the grin melted into a subtle gaping expression, his eyes becoming fixated on your cleavage. Perhaps it would not have been noticeable if it were not for the audible huff that left his snout. Once he recognized the transgression, he moved his gaze back to your face, though he didn't seem embarrassed at being caught.

"Mm, you look fucking perfect." His voice was always a baritone growl. "Well worth the wait."

You blushed and bit your lower lip. "You look pretty fucking perfect yourself." He did not respond, but you could swear his smile was darker than usual.

As the night progressed on, you both welcomed a decent buzz. His size required him to drink a lot more to achieve such, which was seemingly not an issue for him. The date went similarly to all of the others. However, the flirtatious banter was heavier this time, less comical. Your body was all goosebumps and fire. When he patted the seat next to him, motioning for you to sit beside him rather than across the table, you were more than happy to oblige.

Hirron placed his hand on yours for awhile, but it slowly traveled to your knee, fingers rubbing gentle circles every so often. Even with a touch so innocent, you were growing more aroused, no space left between your bodies, his rough breaths warming your neck and breasts whenever he turned his head to talk. You needed a distraction. Something, anything.

Such a distraction came in the form of high-pitched squeals and fits of laughter. A woman had decided to try out the mechanical bull, her group of friends whooping and cheering before she quickly fell to the ground. You and Hirron watched in amusement.

"Shit," he chuckled, "What a sight to behold."

"Well, there is a prize if you stay on long enough. Money, I think. Times are tough." He snorted.

"Maybe I should ride it," you added playfully.

Hirron's eyebrow raised. His gaze swept over your body. "You like riding bulls, huh?"

You giggled. "I don't know, I've never tried."

The minotaur leaned down, his snout grazing your ear. "While that would be fun to watch, I don't see why you would, when you could ride me instead." His tone was sensual, barely a whisper.

You let out an embarrassing whimper and Hirron's claw-like fingers slid up your thigh. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You nodded. "Y-yes. Yes."

A low purr escaped his throat and he grabbed your hand aggressively, pulling you to your feet and leading you to the bathroom. That wasn't exactly where you had imagined your first time with Hirron, but you didn't care. You needed him in every way possible, anywhere possible. And he knew it.

Once inside, he locked the door and immediately pinned you against it, shoving his long tongue in your mouth, one of his hands groping at your breast. You moaned into him, grinding against his leg with need.

"I can already smell how wet you are for me," he growled, "I've been able to smell it all night." Your face reddened and your core throbbed. "Now I want to feel it."

Hirron's body left yours, kneeling on the floor, tearing at the button and zipper of your jeans before ripping them down to your knees. Your panties were soaked and he inhaled deeply, letting out a devilish purr. You had no time to think. One large finger swiped along your slit through the wet cloth and you jerked in surprise. Another swipe, deeper this time. He pushed your panties aside, exposing you. You could feel his hot breath on your clit and you whined, thrusting your hips forward for contact. That was met with a growl and suddenly his tongue was all over you, inside you. You mewled and bucked against it, moaning sinfully as he removed it to suck hard on your clit.

"F-fuck, fuck." You raised your hand to your lips, biting down to muffle your volume. He grabbed your wrist with force, pulling it away.

"Oh no, I want everyone to hear what I'm about to do to you." With that, he tore your jeans and panties down entirely, making you step out of them and flinging them to the side. "Later tonight, I'll eat you properly, but right now-" He sucked on your clit again. "- I can't wait any longer. I'm going to show you how good riding a bull can be."

Hirron unzipped his pants, unleashing his cock, fat and pulsing, impossibly monstrous. He swiftly took it in his hand, pumping a few strokes. Pre-cum glazed his palm and he released his grip, bringing it up to your mouth. You licked at it hungrily, never breaking eye contact with him. This was the most animal he had ever looked, feral, wild-eyed. He fell back on the floor- filth be damned- and grabbed your hips, hauling you on top of him, your desperate pussy pressed flush against his member.

You couldn't possibly take it all and yet you were determined to.

"You ready, little thing?" You whimpered, unable to speak, responding with pleading eyes. He wouldn't allow it. "Then beg for it." He had your hips lifted now, cock grazing your entrance. You must have looked animal too.

"P-please, Hirron. Please. I need you inside me. I'll do anything. I want your cock, need your-" You couldn't finish your sentence as he began forcing his way in slowly. Even in the passionate dominance, he knew this would be painful, that you were going to struggle accommodating his size.

Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed into you. "Your pussy is so warm, so fucking tight," he groaned. It was taking everything in his power not to fuck you in earnest, but he kept you steady, more for your sake than his, until he was completely inside, his heavy balls swollen along your ass.

It was too much. Your walls were stretched beyond imagination. You had never been so filled, had never felt such burning, but you rocked against him nonetheless. The pain was awful. It was delicious. You inhaled sharply and rose, then fell, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your core sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Hirron's chest heaved, gasping at the friction.

You started to ride him faster, harder, relishing in the ache. He circled your clit with his finger and you were no longer able to contain yourself, moaning uncontrollably, salacious words spilling from your lips. "F-fuck, you feel so good, I love your cock, I fucking love your cock, I'm such a slut for you, Hirron, I-" You grabbed his horns, holding onto them without a trace of gentleness, and he snarled.

He lost control, thrusting into your pussy harshly, slamming your hips down as he continued to play with your clit. "That's right," he growled, "You're my slut. You're mine, aren't you?"

"I'm yours, fuck, I'm yours," you wailed.

"Then show me. Cum all over my fat cock." Your vision blurred into a hazy white and you cried out, your climax dripping down onto his pelvis, your walls tightening around him.

He moaned viciously, picking up his speed, rutting in rough, uneven strokes, until he reached his own climax, rope after rope of hot cum filling you up and surging out, coating you both.

You remained like that for minutes, his cock beginning to soften inside you. Eventually, you let him loose, nearly stumbling over as you got to your feet. He followed suit, tugging you into a warm hug.

"Mm, that was delicious," he cooed, much more sweet now that the sexual tension had dissipated.

You nodded shakily, planting a kiss on his cheek.

There was a loud knock on the door, someone shouting a slurred "Come on, I've been waiting forever!"

Hirron chuckled. "Guess we should probably get dressed and get out of here."

You scrambled to make yourself presentable, completely in vain. "Hm. Won't be allowed in this place again."

The minotaur snorted, his hand resting on the small of your back as he swung open the door and led you out of the bathroom.

"That's alright," he said, "I have a better prize in store for you tonight anyway."

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Tentacle Plant Lover: Sin

Female Reader x Nonbinary Monster

You often take a quick shortcut to get to the back of the theatre, between fences and down a small alleyway. It saves you time, and you don’t have to fumble through your keys looking for the right one to get through the side gate. Sometimes you see interesting things, especially since you started leaving the theater late.

Ever since recasting the lead in response to a stream of displeased social media posts, the production has gone into overtime every night to prepare the new cast member in the time left before opening. You don’t mind it at all though - you love your job in live theatre. The long days also help you avoid dealing with your mother whining over you not getting married yet. After your sister got married, it seems all she has time for is bemoaning how her eldest child isn’t settled.

The alley you take has a lot of interesting surprises during the evenings, like the little old lady who sits on her terrace every night peeling potatoes. The skins fall down on the ground from above, and she hums a tune you’ve never heard before. There’s a lot of cats in the alley, and some kids who are trying to hang out in peace.

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Not my usual content to reblog, but fuck this is hot…

where’s the royalty kink stuff that’s between a prince and a king of another kingdom? i’ve seen prince x knight (which i love), prince x thief, prince x prince, but consider: prince x king (from a different kingdom)

a king is visiting the kingdom to find a bride that will help keep peace between the nations. at the last kingdom. the king and queen are waiting with their sons and daughters, the princesses are lined up in their finest dresses, blushing or disinterested. time has been organised for the visiting king to spend with each of them to get to know them and see if they like each other, but each day the king’s gaze always wanders to one of their brothers in particular. each time the prince flushes and looks away, which only makes the king stare more. he corners the prince whenever he can, converses with him, convinces him to go out riding with him. he asks the prince if he might join him for a nightcap. blushing and eyes darting the prince worries if they will be seen, but accepts. the wine is forgotten about when the prince’s hands are clawing in the furs around the king’s shoulders as strong hands hold him in the king’s lap before picking him up and depositing him on the bed. the king is soft and coaxing with the virgin prince, telling him he doesn’t have to take his cock right away, but the prince is curious and eager. even after prepping him, the king stretches the prince out, hushing, stroking his sides, as his thrusts become rougher and his gentle voice never stops telling the prince how well he’s taking him, how warm and tight and perfect he is, how pretty he looks with his hair spilled around him, with tears pricking the corner of his eyes, with his lips flush and swollen. the king holds the prince through the night, knowing he has found his betrothed.

a prince from a fallen and ruined kingdom seeking refuge at a neighboring kingdom they’ve always had a rocky relationship with. the king smirks at the princeling and says he can stay in his palace for a price. at first he has the prince eat with him. then has clothes he wants the prince to wear set out. thin, light fabrics in pale blues and whites, gold and silver chains around his neck and waist and arms, pins for his hair, rouge for his cheeks, powder for his eyes. the prince has brought few clothes with him and picks from what feels the least humiliating to wear, until he notices how the king stares at him, how his eyes feast on him when the prince wears these clothes. he thinks he can turn this humiliation back onto the king if he plays into it, wears the most revealing clothes he can to distract the king. maybe he’d embarrass himself and lose track of his thoughts during important meetings, maybe he’d be so seduced that the prince could wrap him around his finger. though the king knew what games the prince was playing. he’d start putting his hands on the prince more, on his neck, on his hips, moving him around. the prince’s confidence seemed to disappear as the king made more and more advances. he wasn’t sure when he was reacting and responding to the touches on purpose as an act… or when he was naturally responding to them for real. by the time he’s let the king dress him in nothing but chains and jewels and he’s warming his cock while the king reads through important documents and when he’s bouncing on the king’s cock afterwards as a reward for keeping so still, he’s forgotten he was ever trying to act.

a prince and a king from waring kingdoms who end up stranded together, perhaps left for dead, and have to work together to get back to safety. the king mocks the prince for his brashness, for still having so much to learn, and the prince spits back at the king for being stuck in his ways, for being stubborn and lazy. they continue to fight, even as they bandage each other’s wounds and have to draw close together in front of the fires they build. when they wash in the stream the prince thinks he’s being sneaky when he glances at the king, scared body half submerged in water, but the king knows he’s being watched. eventually when their soldiers find them, the king has already fucked the prince on the dirt in front of their campfire with it’s flames dancing in the prince’s eyes, in a field during an argument as he pushed the prince’s face into the dirt and grass and pinned him there, against the bed of the river after holding the prince’s head underwater until he was spluttering around his cock. if the soldiers noticing the flush on the prince’s and king’s cheeks before they’ve even started arguing again, they don’t say anything. perhaps the prince asks his father to appoint him to be in charge of handling the peace treaty between the kingdoms so he can have an excuse to keep visiting the other king.

or something like that, i don’t know

[this is about and for trans mlm, dni if you are adding wlw takes in the tags or as additions to this post]