[teddynightie]

go away if you are:

under 18 / a terf/swerf / any kind of n*zi/p*do/inc*st fetishist

expect to see:

cnc / monsters / fantasy hypno scenarios / possibly pictures of s*x toys but none in-use

neither of these lists are exhaustive but i’ll try to keep it updated as necessary

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i do not follow from this blog

keep it classy

[weibun-art]

Sorry if you followed for the chibis.

If you want to see that tentacle get more friendly, you can view the bsky version here

[of-mutts-and-men]

Mm thinking about pointed werewolf cocks breaking condoms + “accidental” knottings. Still thinking you’re safe because you used protection while a ridiculous amount of thick, feral, cum paints your walls and spills down your legs. Even having to adjust your stance to accommodate your distending belly with their heavy breeder balls still tense against your thighs and their stiff, throbbing, cock pumping fervently.

[yuriartillery]

oh, this thing? it's remarkable, isn't it. placid, docile, responsive. what witchcraft did i work on it to get it this way? no. you've got it wrong at a very base level. all of this is of its own free will. it snaps to attention and curtsies at a glance because at its core, that is the only thing that it wants. i guided it at first, and even now guide it still. but i do not, cannot weave spells or compel with sorcery. perhaps you're curious what it's like? i could show you, if it be your will

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

(Potentially body horror)

Imagining getting spit-roasted between tentacle monsters and they manage to push so impossibly deep through all of your meters of folded innards that their tentacles meet in your stomach. You’re so full and in places nothing like this has ever touched, as they frot together and lock together inside of you as they finish

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[brekkist]

[nerd-p0rn]

XCOM’s Vipers and Sectoids Rule 34 [22 Pics]

[princesspreg]

species of plants whos reproduction cycle involves luring in fairies with enticingly dripping tentacles, holding them in place and filling them with their seeds until their little bellies are swollen and round with life, set free to travel and birth the seeds at a later date

its the perfect relationship, the fairies get mindbreaking orgasms and the plants get to reproduce and spread themselves ever further, to breed even more fairies

[glassbelly]

knight who’s been captured by a dragon and made to incubate its eggs.

groaning in discomfort as he desperately tries to soothe his distended belly, struggling to stand with the sudden change in weight- dragon eggs are very dense.

but that’s not the only thing growing heavy. baby dragons don’t need milk, of course, but his body doesn’t know he’s carrying eggs. it just knows there’s something in there, and so the knight’s embarrassment only further increases as his chest swells and his now puffy nipples begin to leak.

if he thinks he has it bad now, boy, wait until the eggs are ready to come out.

[celustine1]

not enough weird monster pussy. give that guy claspers so he can grab onto your hips and keep you and your seed inside him until it takes, like a reverse knot. fill that girl's hole with hundreds of little starfish-esque tentacles that rub and tease your dick. give plant monsters weird drosera tentacles and pollen and stamen/pistils n shit. monster that just holds you close as it sheathes your cock inside its cunt, engulfing you in its wet heat, and keeping you still as it tears orgasm after orgasm out of you without even thrusting its hips because its pussy moves on its own and does all the work for you. monster with tentacles coming out from their pelvis that wrap around your thighs and pull you closer in time with your thrusts. spider hybrid pussy with pedipalps or spinnerets. bug girl whose species mates for a REALLY long time that seals your cock inside her with a glue-like substance and makes you come over and over for hours or even days as she carries you limp body around and goes about her business like you aren't even there. bioluminescent squirt. ovipositors. pussies with teeth and tongues. deep sea monster pussy. idfk i just want to see some weird, barely-recognizable-as-a-sexual-organ hole. if we can have weird dicks we can have weird pussy, damn it!

[uncannyspectrum]

in the mood to be fucked silly by the tentacle monster who came out of an unknown portal and who doesn't care about what's happening on my side, only stretching me more and more around their tentacle as it gets bigger and they pull me closer towards the portal

[teddynightie]

are there still blogs that post tentacle porn... someone lmk where to look please

[ficklefangs]

On all fours, your cock stuffed with a rod to keep you from cumming and a gag to keep you from being too noisy

The camera is recording as the machine pumps a fleshlight over your dick

Any one can walk up behind you and use your hole as you whine and wimper

Cum is leaking out from so many people fucking you but your orgasm has been building to a painful level

The hands squeezing your balls don't help with them laughing at your pathetic state. Their words of how pathetic you look to all the viewers barely register

The worst ones are the gentle fucks. They run their hands over you and caress anywhere that you shudder. They gently slide their dicks into your hole, focusing on finding your g spot. They hit it again and again while you feel the burning need to cum rise.

Every few hours, your captor comes back and checks on you. They test the rod inside your cock, pulling it almost out before sheething it fully back inside you. This time, they pull it all the way out, only to replace it with a larger one. The stretch has you yelling through your gag. They fuck your cock with it, their giggles right in your ear

The machine starts stroking your cock again and now your hole is being fucked again.

[of-mutts-and-men]

Thinking about seeing something’s cock pulse and visibly shoot each load of cum, pumping their little prey soo deep for a few minutes straight, hole stretched over a nice, fat, engorged, cock after a hard fucking that’s twitching as it’s packed with hot seed.

Minutes earlier the human going, “Mm~ Ouh—Stop. No! you’re gonna make me cu—mmh~!”

Cut off with their back arching and breath being knocked out of them, climaxing as thick, sticky, loads of cum shoot straight to their unprotected core and groaning loudly as each one makes their stomach tighter and fuller.

Blindly gripping onto the savage beast desperately as its musky semen is so strong that they can practically feel themselves getting knocked up; belly swelling, insides achingly tightening, and their orgasmic pleasure never fading. The monster pulling out and not having a single drop spill because they chose the perfect, little, thing to breed.

[frenchtoastie]

(1/1) The world narrowed down to two pupils, yawning vast and black like caverns. You barely feel a cool touch of something scaly across your ankle as the eyes narrow to vertical slits, ringed by green-gold like the rays of a sunset through jade.

"Oh? Oh, oh, yes. Simply sublime, you must stay with me, stay still with me, yes." A voice hisses. The eyes approach, their gleam joined by the scales on the naga's face. "Yes, you'll stay with me for a spell, I think. You'll enjoy this." They say again, the eyes drifting around you. Despite wanting to follow with your eyes -- for the naga was beautiful to behold -- you could not move. Even with your eyes open, you saw nothing, and heard only the voice as it circled around you.

And you felt.

The tip of their tail, scaly and barely the size of a finger, brushed along the top of your feet again before starting to climb up your outer thigh. Your hands were brought behind your back where they brushed against something warm and soft, but also rigid and throbbing. The voice hisses again as your fingers are made to wrap around it, a long, drawn-out sibilant noise, halfway between a sigh and a moan. Claws rake down from your shoulders to your chest, sharp points spiraling inward and outward before flicking against your nipples. The tip of the tail rubs against your outer lips before lowering a little and sliding between your thighs, forcing your legs open just a bit.

A forked tongue darts into one ear, swirling around the inner curve and earlobe before dipping in. The voice is low, saying "Relax with me. Close your eyes." The process repeats at your other ear, two pinpoints of pressure appearing to your senses just below the ear on your neck. A coldness appears there, as well, inside, and with each pound of your heart the chill liquid spreads through your veins and seems to ignite your nerves and skin.

The tip of the tail circles around first one thigh and then, looping back around, the other, growing thicker as more of it feeds between your legs, forcing them open more bit by bit. At your knees, the tail simply makes a large, single coil, continuing downward to wrap around your calves, and then to your ankles. From somewhere near its tip a slick liquid has dribbled over your wrists and hands, the naga lightly thrusting and throbbing as their hands and mouth worked at you.

With each beat of your heart, your body feels more and more alive, even as it continues to resist any command of your own to move it. As the cool fire in your veins reaches your mind, even the desire to move fades entirely, all thoughts replaced by only a singular awareness of the clenching ache between your legs.

Your arms are grabbed again, lifted above your head and crossed at the wrists. "Stay. Feel me." The naga says, mouth close enough to you that you could feel its hot breath on your ear and cheek. The tail binding your legs tightens as they slither closer, and you feel it in every inch of your body from your toes to your throbbing neck as you are entered and stretched open. The naga wraps you tight and begins thrusting into you, steadily fucking you as their clawed hands drag along you and pull you deeper onto them. They start going faster and faster, the wet sound and wonderful feeling of fulfilment becoming your world as some barbed part of them scrapes against you in a way that makes your breath hitch, again and again.

A sound like a sigh let out between clenched teeth echoes into your ear as the naga buries deep into you, and you can feel a pulse deep within you that quickens to spasming, each wave pushing your walls further and further apart, stretching you, widening you to your limit and past it as you feel a weight enter into you and settle, low in your belly. Then, another, and another, and you start to feel your stomach grow round and taut.

The naga laughs in your ear and hisses softly into your ear. "You belong to me now." And two more points of venom appear in your neck, reigniting your body as the naga starts thrusting again. ~🪞

H hey now ( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ ) this is…. Not fair

Anywho…. I’ll be thinking about this all night

[teeth-farie]

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Asra/AMAB Reader

Notes: yandere asra, naga asra, monsterfucking, breeding kink, intersex asra in…naga anatomy?? He has one tiny dick instead of two, biting, hand feeding, finger sucking, 2.2k words

☞. . . A commission for @faezocarina ! I hope you like it!!

You were never really conventional. At least not in the way that mattered. You had a thirst of curiosity unquenchable with simple trips to faraway lands. And for a while, you believed that you would never be satisfied.

But then you met Asra.

Your curiosity led you into a cave, one surrounded by glowing ivy and ferns, mushroom bulbs erupting from the mossy earth before the rock entrance. It was breathtaking, purely magical as you entered and came to the sight of glowing flowers illuminating the inside. The air seemed fresh, crisp against your tongue despite the dank atmosphere of other caves you’ve crawled your way through. You took another step forward, and your foot hit something wide, sleek, and fleshy.

The new mystery starts to slide, disappearing into a shaded area in the cave's corner. You beckon a little closer, and the mass wriggles again, coiling and retracting within the shadows- and then emerging. A long thick tail made up of lavender scales comes forth, taking up space and caging you in. A torso follows, golden brown skin and glimmering jewelry; and then his face, oh, his face- the gentle amethyst of his eyes and mischievous curve of his lips, the fluffy white curls on his head and he seemed much too lovable to be a monster you heard about in fairytales.

And really he was. Asra was the most enchanting being you had ever laid eyes on, and for the first time as you took in his large and sleek body and tail, you felt your curiosity satiated.

Though it seems that Asra is not only enchanting but incredibly clingy as well. Maybe that’s not the right word—enamored seems more accurate. There’s never a dull moment when you cross the threshold into his domain; always a time full of laughter and sunbathing and fresh, ripe fruit. At first, you thought it was just Naga hospitality despite everything you had read and the horrors humans have faced in the grasps of one, but Asra was just so calming and approachable, he was someone you couldn’t imagine baring fangs and spitting venom.

Asra greets you with a steady flicking of his tail, the end rising up and wagging gently in the air. “Not tired of me yet?” You chuckle, flicking a stray curl out of his face. His tongue peeks from his lips with a quick flick, tasting the air and your place within it. “I never could be, not of you.” He coos, following after you as you tread deeper into his home.

“You were a little later today.” He sighs, coiling up against the area you’ve decided to settle in, right next to the glimmering lagoon. Asra can’t help but admire the way the teal light of the gentle current reflects off your face. “Ah, I was? I didn’t realize you tracked the time.” You let your hand dangle in the cool water. “But, I did make a little friend right before I got here.”

“Friend?” He asks cautiously. He can’t help the twinge of jealousy that strikes his chest and pools in his gut. “Yes! I met the cutest little bunny rabbit on my way here and I just had to give him some of the grapes I had in my bag. But don’t worry I still have some left, I know how much you love it when I feed you…”

Asra feels his chest become lighter again and he nearly laughs at how foolish it was to get jealous over a rabbit. Unless…you meant you found another hybrid–

“Still with me, Asra?” You snap your fingers in front of his face and his eyes focus again, the little slits expanding slightly. “Of course, forever and always.” He purrs, bumping his face against your still outstretched hand. You laugh and he slides his chin across your wrist as thoroughly as he can manage. Whether or not the rabbit was one of his kind or not, his smell on you would deter even the most persistent of a rival–at least he sincerely hopes; he wouldn’t want to have to take you away, though a day spent with you hugged up in his arms and coils smelling so strongly of him doesn’t sound all that bad.

“Since you were late, I should have you all to myself for a little while longer, shouldn’t I?” With a gentle curl to his lips, Asra reaches out to grab at your satchel and rummage. You let him, an amused grin on your face. “Oh, is that true?” You muse.

“Mhm,” he finds the grapes you mentioned before, plucking one from the bundle and popping it into his mouth. “It’s only fair, for keeping me waiting for my favorite human.” His tongue darts from his lips, lapping up the drops of juice left behind from the fruit. Warmth pools in your body and you suddenly feel a little sweaty.

“I suppose that’s a fair deal,” you swallow, plucking the vine of grapes from his hands. Asra pouts before you pluck a grape and hold it to his lips. “I’ve never been bored with you.”

Asra opens his mouth, rows of sharp and dangerous teeth slowly revealed with the peek of his tongue. You press the plump grape onto his tongue and he closes his mouth around your fingers before you can pull them away. His teeth scrape dangerously close to your fingers as they pierce the flesh of the fruit, his tongue curling against your fingerpad. You feel him swallow and take ahold of your wrist, lost in the feeling of your warm fingers against his long tongue. You but down on your bottom lip, watching him take your fingers deeper with awe.

You had always liked him, that much was clear; though it was stupid of you to think your feelings were one-sided, that this was just normal behavior for Nagas, not when he’s holding your wrist with your fingers down his throat.

Asra looks almost drunk when his eyes open up again, a low trill from deep in his chest–and his teeth scrape your fingers. Your yelp is more like a groan and he licks the pad of your fingers again in an apology. “I…” you pull your fingers from his mouth and a trail of pink translucent saliva follows. He speaks before you can. “I have…a confession to make,” he heaves, bumping his chin against your hand again, smearing his own spit against his skin as he scents you. “I love you. I always have, since that first moment and I,” he kisses your fingertips again, dragging his tongue against the still trickling bite on your finger. He groans, nudging his nose against your palm and inhaling. “I need you, like the air I breathe, you’re all I need. I think I’d die without you.”

“Take me,” Asra pleads, taking your spit-soaked hand in his own and holding it tight. “Make me yours, I need you, mate me, please.”

Your heart hammers in your chest, blood rushing into your ears and you’ve never wanted something more. It’s spontaneous and rush-filled, but it feels right. Like everything in your life had led you to this moment with him.

Asra breathes a big sigh of shaking relief, his hands clutching at your shoulders as you lean in, lips a hair's breadth away from his. He can’t handle the wait, and so he rushes forward, crushes his lips against yours in a desperate connection. You can feel every ounce of his love and obsession in the kiss, the way your name whines from his lips when you press your tongue into his mouth. His trembling gasp when you suck on his tongue fills you with heat, spreading through your body and pooling down below. You’re getting hard, just from a wet kiss- yet you can’t blame yourself when he’s making all these sweet sounds.

And Asra’s fairing no better, the end of his tail wagging almost violently in the air, his hands sliding up to your face and cupping your face desperately. He nearly fights you when you pull away, chasing after to press sloppy kisses against the corner of your mouth. “Please,” he heaves. “Don’t wait any longer, fuck me.”

A shock of arousal shoots up your spine and your dick twitches in your pants. “So impatient.” You can’t help but tease, pulling away enough to get a look for…where are you supposed to…

Asra follows your gaze, a little giggle escaping his lips. “Here…” his hand slides down to the slit under his belly in the tail, using two fingers to spread it apart. You gape at it, reaching out to gently prod at the squishy, wet lips of his cloaca. He shivers, tail thumping against the ground. You had read about this in passing, those erotica novels about inhuman creatures, but you didn’t think they were accurate.

You take his hand's place and feel around, sliding your fingers across the edge before spreading it wide, peeking into the slightly cavernous hole. His cock peeks from inside, slowly wiggling its way out. And so, you press your finger in and gently coax it out.

The sound that comes from his throat is high-pitched and cracking, his hips pushing forward and his tails end brushing against your leg. “Don’t tease- not yet,”

His cock emerges, and you find yourself a tad bit confused. In the novels…

“Aren’t there supposed to be two?”

Asra’s face falls. “Where did you- did someone else show you theirs? Who did it, you can tell me-“

“No!” You quickly spit out. “No, no! I just- a silly book, that’s all.”

His bristle lessons. “Ah, yes, of course. I’m…a little different.” He says almost bashfully, glancing down at the short cock protruding from his cloaca.

“That’s ok, I think it’s lovely,” you press a soft kiss along his chin, and Asra trills. “And you felt so soft inside…I can’t wait to be inside you.” The trilling turns to a stifled moan. “Do it- do it now,” he gasps out and you would laugh at his insistence if you weren’t already uncomfortably hard in your pants.

You have to work around Asra’s hands while shimmying your pants down your hips, sighing in relief when your cock bobs free. He stares down at it in some kind of awe, deep purple eyes wide and his heart hammering in anticipation. Another trickle of discharge drips from his vent.

You kick off your pants the rest of the way and throw them aside, sliding your hands across the wide expanse of his tail. “Can you- uh, lean back a little…” Asra lays back against his own coils, his tail still wrapped around your ankle. You straddle his tail, aligning yourself up with his hole and slowly sinking in.

“Oh! Oh gods, oh gods, just how- ohh..” Your hips press flush against his cool scales and he grabs at your hips, holding you deep in. “I love you- I love you, I love you. All mine now, hah, filling me up,” Asra babbles, face flushed and hands sliding down his torso, down to his scaled front where his fingers frame his stretched cloaca. “Gods, you feel so good, so wet.” You give a testing rock of your hips, a mutual groan following.

Asra’s continuous stream of babbling fills your ears as your thrusts become more rhythmic, skin slapping against skin and sticky arousal sticking to your pelvis.

“Mate me,” he chokes out. “Breed me, m-hah, make me y-yours, forever.” Asra sounds purely delirious, clenching weakly around your cock and spitting out pleas and praise. It fills you with such intense heat, makes you drive deeper into his soft wetness, and seek out those high-pitched keens. “You want babies?” You dig your fingers into his scaly hips and grind in deep, your pelvis rubbing against his little swollen cock.

“Fuck, yes!” He squeals of all things, his tail reaching up to your waist and curling around in a possessive grip. “Fill me, fill me up and, ah-hahahh, give me your babies.” His arms curl around your neck, tugging you down until your nose brushes against his chin. “I’m gonna make you all nice and round, fill you with my babies,” you press sloppy kisses along his jawline and Asra leans his head back in wait. “Bite,” he whines. “Bite me, mark me, pleasepleaseplease-”

You don’t think too hard, lost in the hot wet pleasure of him that you sink your teeth into the flesh of his shoulder. He sobs, a great heaving sob, and cums against both your stomachs. The clenching is enough to make the knot in your stomach border on snapping, your thrusts growing sloppy. “Cum in me,” Asra hiccups, his tail tightening around your waist, fingers holding the back of your head. “I want a family- I want your babies in me.”

Your teeth dig in deeper, copper staining your tongue as your bury yourself into the hilt, and with a few more stuttery thrusts, you cum deep inside him. He croons in delight, a relaxed and contented sigh passing his lips as you dislodge your teeth from his shoulder and lick away the pain. His tail loosens its hold and you slump against him, your softening cock still seated in his warmth, plugging him up.

“I love you, so very much,” Asra settles his hands against your back, rubbing circles into your skin. “I’d rather die than be without you.” He confesses, a grim statement in comparison to his soft touches. “You don’t have to worry about that, I’m never leaving you.” You lift your head up and nuzzle your nose against his. “I love you too.”

There’s a strange look in his eyes, one you look over. “I don’t think I’d let you anyway…”

[kesaeldraw]

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