Hiya! Call me Jones or Jonesie (20s, any/all pronouns). This is my NSFW kink/smut blog, and as such I wanna say off the top PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. Bigots, homophobes, transphobes, and pedos too; I have no issues blocking any blogs, and this extends to people who are general assholes as well. This blog is a queer friendly space and I will keep it that way however I need to.
As of right now my DMs are closed (unless you've noticed that I reblogged something from a questionable blog, in that case please let me know so I can take it down as soon as possible) but my asks (and suggestions/thoughts if by some miracle you actually end up enjoying my original stuff) are open, so fire away you glorious, horny bastards.
Now that that's out of the way, onto the fun stuff. I'll probably end up updating this post as time goes on.
Kinks: sentient! plantfucking! please! (love reading this one the most, the fact that there's not much stuff out there in this vein is a huge bummer), tentacles (duh), blood, aliens (another one that i don't see a ton of), werewolves, general monsterfucking
Hard no: piss, skat, incest, pedophilia, infantilization
This is mostly gonna be reblogs, but I will occasionally write some of my own stuff, I'll tag it all so it's easy to find; here's the list of what tags go where to help y'all find your cup of horny tea easier. Have fun ;)
Tags (i'll add tags as i make them):
jonesies junk: original posts
jonesies faves: personal favorite posts
jones' tentacles: posts about tentacles
jones' ovi: posts about oviposition
jonesies wolves: posts about werewolves
jones' drawings: nsfw art
jonesies plants: posts about plants/plant monsters
jones' aliens: posts about aliens
jones' hypno: posts about/including hypno
jonesies aphrodisiacs: posts with aphrodisiacs
jonesies soft shit: not kinky, still horny
jonesies bimbos: bimbofication posts
jones' insects: posts about insect monsters
jonesies dumbification: posts involving dumbification (yes it's different than bimbofication)
jones' asks: asks from you lovely folks
jones' joints: posts with weed intox
Hiking—venturing into unknown trails—was definitely not something you would consider, much less actually do. But your friends, however well-intentioned they were, insisted that you needed to go out and explore, venture outside of your comfort zone.
And so, in order to please them, you booked a guide (nothing drastic, really). It was apparently beginner-friendly, with beautiful scenery and ‘untold’ sights—a glorified leisurely stroll. It sounded perfect for you, a wonderful plan, so you went.
It was nice, manageable until you somehow—miraculously, stupidly—got lost, strayed from the group long enough that they left you in the dust. Finding them should’ve been easy; there were paved trails and distinct signs, yet you managed to get even more lost.
You didn’t know how long you’d been wandering, but you were hungry, thirsty, and tired; you just wanted to rest. How did your friends let you go to this with your incredibly poor sense of direction? How did you let yourself go?
You paused at the sound of rushing water, concluding it was a good idea to follow (you were dying for a sip of water.) It didn’t take long for you to find the source—the walk was not long at all, as if you were already heading in the right direction anyway as if something was already luring you there before the sound.
You stopped at a gate, seemingly golden and decorated with roses. It appears to be well-kept, no tarnish to be seen. Why exactly is there a random gate in the middle of nowhere?
With just the slightest touch, the gate creaked open (you could’ve hopped over easily if it didn’t), and you, with hesitance and confusion, entered. It was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before: a breathtaking garden full of flowers and trees filled with leaves and fruits. It was beautiful. The subtle scent of fruit and nectar only lured you closer.
The waterfall was the first thing you reached. You cupped your hands into a bowl to collect the water, drinking until you were no longer parched. Then you continued, admiring the colorful plants along the way.
You could feel your fatigue leaving you with each step, with each breath of air, yet the deeper you entered the oddly enchanting garden, the sweeter the air became—enticing. You didn’t hear the gate close behind you, too entranced by the view.
Your stomach grumbled, and all you could do was comply with your hunger, plucking a succulent fruit from one of the trees. The fruit was odd, unknown to you; it should’ve made you pause—sunk caution into your bones—but it didn’t. You were hungry before, but now, with fruit in hand, you were starving.
Your teeth pierced its flesh, its juices sliding down your throat as you devoured it. It was mouthwatering, a taste you had never known but now can never forget. You reached for another, and another, and another until you were full—stomach feeling as if it’s one fruit away from bursting. You took a seat, leaning against the trunk of the tree and resting.
You were worried about how you would get back, but you figured (in an attempt to stay positive) that they would eventually send out a search party and find you. After all, you found this place pretty easily, and you couldn't have strayed that far, right?
Your eyelids felt heavy; even with the sun still up, you felt exhaustion weighing on you. A small nap wouldn’t hurt.
You still felt so tired, not knowing you had already slept for hours. You felt warm, limbs heavy, and eyes feeling glued shut—welded together with exhaustion and enervation. You didn’t move or shift; even if your mind was half awake, you couldn't.
That had a prickling thought of panic rising inside your brain, the rapid beating of your heart and the quickening of your breath being the only indication of your growing distress and anxiety. You couldn’t quite feel your surroundings, your sense of touch dulled, and the grass underneath you was not even a tickle.
A slight pressure met your lips, parting them delicately before slipping inside, stuffing your mouth full with its soft presence. A smooth substance glided down your throat; its taste was sweet and intoxicating. You gulped it down with no resistance, mind growing hazier with each drop.
The muscles in your limbs loosened, relaxing them, making you malleable and compliant. The heaviness faded into something else. You could feel yourself growing hot, arousal pooling in your underwear.
Something wrapped around your body, tugging at your clothes and removing them—taking your soaked panties and leaving you exposed. The thing inside your mouth slid out with a pop, retreating.
Then it—whatever ‘it’ is—raised you in the air, holding you by your legs, blood rushing to your head. You should’ve been alarmed, but with a brain full of cotton, all you could focus on was the throbbing of your cunt. You pried your eyes open, petals filling your vision. Vines enveloped you, blossoming flowers adorning it as it held you upside down, wrists tied together.
It spread your legs, one vine poking and prodding at your folds, soaking in your arousal. More vines slithered to your chest, fondling your breasts and curling around your nipples.
You squirmed, breathy moans leaving you. The vines continued, some slipping past your folds, one pressing against your clit while the other worked you open. You never felt anything like this before, moaning and whimpering for more.
It slipped out, having you clench around nothing with a whine. A large white bud blossomed in front of you, revealing (something you would’ve questioned more had the nectar not done its job) a flowery cock. It’s throbbing and warm as it enters your hole, fucking you with vigor and filling you with its sap, mouth falling open in a cry.
Another stuffs your mouth, and you greedily drink the liquid leaking from it, sucking and slurping with hot pleasure coursing your body. It pounds into you, its cocks hitting all the right spots as the vines fondle your breasts.
You scream when your climax hits you, the pleasure overwhelming as your body shakes and shudders, the flowery cocks following and spilling its seed inside you.
It seems the other plants in the garden grow curious, crowding you, feeling you all over, tasting your cum with its vines. They all take turns, another plant cock fucking you once the other ones are done cumming in you.
It repositions you, bending you over as some enter your ass, others shoving more vines down your throat. It’s all too much, making you cum too quickly from having the feeling of it in all your holes.
You have its sap leaking out of you, drooling around another cock as it takes you. It has you cuming over and over again, breeding you as your mind fizzles out from it, only caring about being fucked and filled.
This is all you are good for; this is where you belong, and it thinks so, too
i'm so fucking mad rn i remembered a story i came across about 2 years ago now and went to find it again but tumblr sucks and i can't remember what it was called or the blog it was off of (i think that they had very similar/the same name) all i know is that the last time i checked the blog had only uploaded the one story and the only other things that i remember is that it was alien fucking, i think egg preg, and there were def tentacles involved. the setup was kinda eh (it felt a bit too non con for my tastes) but everything else was pretty decent and now that i've remembered it i wanna find it again but i have no idea where to start lmao anyway this is gonna haunt me until either i find it or enough time has passed that i forget it again haha
ok yeah after looking for like an hour i couldn't find it if anyone has any idea what the fuck i'm talking about please slide up i feel like i'm going crazy lmao. can provide more info if needed haha
i'm so fucking mad rn i remembered a story i came across about 2 years ago now and went to find it again but tumblr sucks and i can't remember what it was called or the blog it was off of (i think that they had very similar/the same name) all i know is that the last time i checked the blog had only uploaded the one story and the only other things that i remember is that it was alien fucking, i think egg preg, and there were def tentacles involved. the setup was kinda eh (it felt a bit too non con for my tastes) but everything else was pretty decent and now that i've remembered it i wanna find it again but i have no idea where to start lmao anyway this is gonna haunt me until either i find it or enough time has passed that i forget it again haha
hey guys! super fun fact! the vibrators at CVS do, in fact, have security tags on them! totally didn't just buy one and set off the alarm in a shirt that says he/him/hole
hey guys! super fun fact! the vibrators at CVS do, in fact, have security tags on them! totally didn't just buy one and set off the alarm in a shirt that says he/him/hole
