At a human fetish bar for aliens, the waitresses are taking bets on something. The winner has to drink a mystery liquid and must go about her shift as normal. Dear old y/n is the winner and her breasts and nipples start to feel pretty sore. Then her breasts start getting bigger. Customers start to notice, and glue their eyes when her tits start pressing against her top and leaking profusely. y/n is trying to do her job but is getting really turned on from all the eyes on her. Luckily a tentacles alien that helps her out by publicly milking and fucking her.
The tentacle alien watches you struggle all night.
He watches you trying to take orders and balancing trays while your swollen, leaking tits bounce and ache under that too-tight top you wear for work. Dark wet patches bloom across the fabric with every step you take between the tables and under the burning stares of the others. You are a mess. A breathless, panting mess with sore nipples and dripping pussy.
So, of course he offers his help.
Well... offers is perhaps a generous word for it...
You are up on the bar counter, skirt bunched up around your hips, knees spread wide to give way to the ridged tentacle that slams deep into your soaked pussy over and over until your vision blurs. It stretches you open until your eyes roll and your thoughts scatter. Every thrust sends jolts of raw pleasure up your spine as your pussy clenches greedily around the slime-slick limb that makes your juices pool on the wooden surface beneath you.
Another appendage has your wrists pinned tight behind your back, offering your milk-drenched tits to the crowd like a prize. Your shirt is forgotten on the floor somewhere, and your bra is yanked down under your breasts. They are massive now, forcing your back into an arch that has you mewling while two more tentacles latch onto your puffy nipples. They are raw, throbbing, so sensitive you could come just from the milking alone.
And the whole bar is watching you struggle between pain and pleasure, but you don't really care about them because all you feel is the fat tentacle ruining your cunt and the vicious milking of your tits. You’re nothing but a leaking, trembling, overstimulated mess, and you’re about to come so hard you might black out in front of everyone.
Construction worker!Bucky who collapses on the couch after a particularly hot day at work. No shirt. Jeans tossed somewhere. Just a pair of boxer briefs across his thighs. He's debating if he's going to leave them on or not. Trying to will himself to get a cold drink from the fridge but its so far away (not even ten feet).
He feels a cool breeze on his heated face. Pure bliss. It gets even better when a cold piece of ice slides across his lips. Bucky groans your name, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. His eyes slowly open to find your pretty face staring down at him. A glass of water in your hand, condensation rolling down your fingers, splashing on his chest. You're too good to him.
"Marry me."
"The heat really got to you didn't it?" You laugh but he's serious. He'll ask again, once he peels himself off this couch.
Hello there!!!! I have a quick ask, it's alright if you don't want to write it, I know it's kind of random.
What about hybrid!reader being cranky and biting one of the tf141 boys, then feeling bad for it and hiding from them?
This came to me when I was cranky and chucked something at someone who was bugging me then I felt bad. Anyways thankyou!
Could I also be ✨ anon?
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Omg yes!! I’m so happy!! My first named anon!!!
Otters were supposed to be Cute.
Cute, fuzzy, friendly, and warm.
And for the most part, that’s what they were. They were also playful, smart, and extremely expressive.
The boys expected nothing less from you; a sweet, big eyed, brown furred, otter hybrid. You were the newest addition to the team, a play hybrid. Simon was the most reluctant to bond with you, claiming that the military had no room for “play” but John always rebuttaled by telling him small comforts are good form therapy for men like them.
You warmed up to Kyle the quickest, he was the easiest to get along with. He was gentle and kind to you. Always getting you treats and foods, having you taste test different teas and what not. He taught you how to play many board games and gave you all his best cheats in card games.
And you liked Johnny. Though you thought he was a bit annoying. He was always trying to tease and fluster you, not to mention how handsy the bastard was. But he had some good qualities too. You had to admit. So far he was the only would who agreed to hold hands and cuddle, something that often soothed your instincts.
And John… John was nice enough. He wasn’t mean or rude to you, but he was strict and not around much. He was a very busy man, for Christ’s sake. What did you expect from the captain?
But you started to a sort of animosity towards him when he sent Johnny away. He said the Scot would be back soon but you didn’t believe him. He had already been gone for three weeks. You had no one to cuddle with or hold now and it’s taken a toll on your attitude.
They all noticed the shift but they couldn’t figure out why you were being this way.
John caught the little glares you sent his way and the pouts that would appear on your face every time he walked in the room. Little to say he did not appreciate it. He never said anything about it but he tried to fix it by spending more time with you and trying to give you treats. That seemed to only have the opposite effect.
You stopped wanting to play with Kyle too, and if he did managed to get a game out of you, you mouthed off if he won. He tried to correct your behavior with scoldings, but that only ended up with you chattering your teeth at him in annoyance.
It all got so bad, to the point where when Simon hissed at you for being in his path, causing him to stumble a bit, you bit his hand aggressively.
“Bloody hell! You damn bastard!” Was all it took from the bigger man to send you scurrying away from him, leaving him there with two bleeding holes in his hand.
None of them expected that from you. They didn’t even know your teeth were that sharp??
Now Simon was in the infirmary getting his hand wrapped up, you were no where to be found, John was filling out an incident report, and Kyle was tasked with locating you.
You had ran off in frustration and shame, you didnt want to be found, at least not for a bit. You wanted a chance to sulk and pout and think about what you did. You were ready for a scolding, or worse. 
You were predictable though, hiding in the little river next to the base that you often played in. You were sniffling and hugging yourself while padding around in the water; self soothing or whatever a therapist would call it.
You didn’t even notice that Kyle was out there with you until he started skipping rocks against the water. You were going to try to swim away until you heard his voice, it made you stop in your tracks. You expected a yell or at least an angry tone, but instead you got something sweet and pleasant, like honey.
“Come over, for just a second love. I want’a show you something.” He hummed. You hesitated for a moment but you eventually swam over and sat next to him on the rocks.
He took your palm in his hand and put a flat rock in it. “You know how to stone skim?” He asked, looking at the water instead of you, you shook your head no and he chuckled.
“Try to flick it on the surface of the water.”
You tried and the first time it just sunk and you pouted but he instantly reassured you, handing you another rock and telling you to try again. This time you got it, it didn’t go very far but you were proud of yourself. “Did that feel good?” He asked, you nodded in return.
“I’m glad. I could tell you didn’t want exactly have a good output for your emotions, especially with Johnny gone.” He sighed softly, running his hand over your back.
“figured this might help , you spend a lot of time out here, so I thought I would be convenient too.” He used his free hand to pick up another rock and flick it into the water. “Don’t worry love, Johnny’s coming back. He’s just on a mission, thats all. In the mean time you can sleep in my room, might help. Though, you need to apologize to Simon.”
Super cute fanart of dickjay baby by the wonderful @rrobinposts !!🥹💕💕 so cute!!! Look at him go!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭 im so happy omg i want to eat him…..!!!!!!?!?
it’s been a while since i made the first one, probably close to a year, so here’s part two of questions i’ve been collecting through the year to journal about
(sorry, i know these are a lot longer, but hey! they’re more detailed!)
if your soul had a scent, what would it be?
what color do your thoughts turn when you think of the people you love?
what household object would you most like to befriend if it was animate?
if your laughter was a texture, what would it feel like?
if you could hug one person one more time, who would it be and why?
if your home had a personality, what would it be like? (if you don’t have a home, imagine your future one)
what is your comfort item? does it have a personality?
what is your favorite type of physical touch?
if you have a love language, what is it? how would someone best serve that?
would you ever dye your hair? what color? get specific.
what sound makes you feel like you’ve come back to yourself?
if kindness toward yourself could take a physical form, what would it be? (think an object or small creature that fallows you around)
imagine your soul has a weather pattern, a personal sky of your own. What is today’s sky like?
if your inner self could rearrange a room to perfectly suit you, what would it be like?
pour yourself a cup of comfort. what does it taste like? feel like?
what do you do or wish someone would do for you on your saddest days?
what weather most reflect who you are?
even if you don’t believe in auras, what would yours be like color wise?
Literally am so happy about all the love they’ve gotten. I’ve been wanting to write more for them for weeeeks. But I haven’t gotten any good ideas for fics :((. They’re such a fun and cute pair and deserve more!
Tiger Hybrid bf is just such a grumpy cat. He’s mean to everyone except for you, his sweet Deer Hybrid. His lil doe. He can’t find it in himself to ever be mean to your sweet face. Just melting for you like a cat in the sun.
Of course, you like it when he’s a little mean in the bedroom. But there it’s like his instincts take over and he can’t help himself, pouncing on you like the prey you are. Relishing in the way you submit for him. It brings you both a special kind of release that sends tingles down your spine.
But the minute he’s finished working you both through your orgasms, his prey instincts get replaced with his protective instincts. He curls around your plush body, arms drawing you into him. There’s nowhere safer than in his arms and he doesn’t plan to let you out of ‘em.
He’ll worship you day and night without stop. Of course he’d rather perish in a fight to the death than admit it to you. It isn’t hard to tell though as when he’s not worshipping your body and giving you one explosive orgasm after the next, he’s kneading at your soft belly, purring lowly into your neck. He can’t get enough of your soft squishy body and you’ve never felt more cherished and desired in your life.
You and your Tiger Hybrid bf are just the absolute cutest, I cannot!!
I wanna be fucked. I wanna be fucked so throughly that my thighs still shake after we’re done. I wanna be fucked so badly I ache in the morning. I wanna be cleaned up with their tongue and forced to orgasm again even when I whine that I can’t. I wanna be manhandled and thrown around the room like I’m a doll but still lovingly praised and degraded through all of it. I wanna have bruises and bites all over my body. I want my voice to be horse. I wanna be fucked.
I really think that you are one of the hottest girl on tumblr. Your lips are amazing
Well thank you! This is very sweet! I tried to find a good lip pic for you - they are very sunburned looking in this one. So I edited it a bit for drama 🫦
