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Night shift never felt so sweet
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Fuck yeah 24/7 diner with a bar
Night shift never felt so sweet
white europeans calling race an "american construct" when their ancestors invented it to justify chattel slavery always makes me feel insane
WIKIPEDIA MONSTER COMPILATION PAGES FOR PEOPLE
japanese creatures
greek creatures
creatures organised by type
creatures listed by letter
humanoid creatures
filipino creatures
chinese creatures
cryptids
âfearsome crittersâ
angels
beings referred to as fairies
creatures that pretend to be human
a page on therianthropic creatures
shapeshifters
hybrid creatures
extraterrestrial creatures
deities
a page of mythology page links
a section of folklore page links
flying creatures
theological demons
fictional species lists
mythology related lists
legendary creature related lists
Working on a ttrpg and this is a cool list of stuff to take into account.
Thanks!
How many cartoons can you name where a Black boy is the hero? Not the sidekick, not the comic relief, but the center of the story, the one who gets to dream, to fall, to grow, to save the day. For too many Black boys, the first time they see themselves reflected back isnât in a world of imagination itâs in headlines, obituaries, or mugshots. That kind of visibility shapes how the world sees them, and how they begin to see themselves.
FLY exists to shake up that narrative.
A coming of age story about Black kids who finally have power to fight back against systems designed against them.
lining a yaoi paddle with dollar store razors in some crude approximation of a macuahuitl, for the fujoshi wars
I made it! It immediately took some of my blood
Enchanted weapon
Breaking News Alert: our gracious prince has found the beautiful young woman who came thrice to his ballâonce in a dress shimmering like starlight, once in a dress luminous as the moon, and once in a dress as golden and radiant as the sun on a summer dayâonly to discover that she was a scullery maid working in his own kitchen! needless to say she has been executed
iâm sure you guys have heard about kansas invalidating trans ids- just so you know itâs not all hopeless
hi did you know that trans christians spend their entire lives in faiths that try and convince them that on a cosmical level they should hate themselves and for them this would be emotionally fufilling? hi did you know that kansas is over 70% christian? hi did you know that just because you think atheism is the correct and the only thing that deserves respect that doesnât mean that this isnât incredibly impactful and meaningful for many people?
reblogging this again to bring up that when my grandma said she didnât understand trans people, and why would they betray the body God gave them, it would have been 0 help to explain to her all the biological and cultural and societal components to the existence of the concept of gender and trans people. You know what did make her pause and reconsider her stance? âDid you ever think that maybe God made trans people on purpose?â And we got to have a conversation about all the interesting things God has made so why wouldnât God make trans people? And she came out of the conversation with more grace and understanding.
⸸ Claimed by the Unseen ⸸
Pairing: Invisible Entities x F!Reader
đż : Very NSFW.
đź : Monster smut, size kink, voyeurism, heavy dub-con theme, invisible/infernal entity, portal kink, creampie, oral, overstimulation.
Feel free to block if you do not enjoy this type of content.
Your friend-with-benefits wolf-shifter
wolf-shifter x human!fem!Reader Good to know: smut, slight breeding kink
Your friend-with-benefits wolf-shifter, who swears up and down that itâs just sex, nothing serious, forgets all about casual the second he is buried balls-deep in your pussy. The second you are on your hands and knees in front of him, ass high, his cock sliding over your folds, everything changes.
He lines himself up, hands groping your hips, and as soon as he pushes in, inch by inch, thick and hot and stretching, his breath shudders and his voice breaks. "F-fuck, baby." He starts slow at first, rocking and filling you to the hilt each time. "Youâre squeezing me so good," he murmurs, hips picking up their pace. "Pussy is fluttering already. You want me to fill you up, baby? You want me to stuff you full?"
His hands stroke your hips and sides, like he canât decide where to worship you first.
"Mm⌠youâre so good. So fucking good for me. Take it, baby. Take all of me. Let me give you everything. Gonna leave it deep, let it take. Youâll be dripping with me for days. Thatâs it, thatâs my girl."
You cum hard, clenching down around him, shaking, and he moans against your neck, hips snapping into you a little harder. His knot swells at your entrance, pushing, stretching, and he groans, voice breaking into praise.
"Oh god, oh god, youâre perfect. Let me knot you, baby. Let me stay right here, locked inside. Keep my cum where it belongs. Youâre so good, so beautiful, so mine."
He pushes the swollen base past your opening with a slow, careful grind, locking himself deep. Hot spurts flood you, his cock jerking as he fills you, and he keeps talking, voice gone to a wrecked whisper:
"Mm⌠yeah⌠take it all. Take all of me, baby. Youâre so good. Youâre so perfect. Fuck, I wanna stay like this forever. My sweet girl⌠my perfect little thingâŚ"
Youâre trembling under him, stuffed full, leaking around the seal of his knot. He nuzzles into your neck, his hands stroking your sides, your stomach, the slight bulge where heâs buried so deep.
"ShhhâŚ" he coos, voice low and warm. "Youâre so good. Look at you, taking it so well." His knot holds you together, his cum seeping deep inside, and every little roll of his hips makes you moan again.
"God, youâre still clenching," he murmurs. "Still milking me. Youâre gonna make me cum again if you keep doing that, baby."
Yeah, there is nothing casual about this...
Ten Tickles
Kinktober day 7 - Tentacles + Oviposition Blue Ringed Octopus Hybrid Konig x reader Ë.âđđ cw: dub-con, aphrodisiac, tentacles, possessive Konig, oviposition, womb fucking, afab reader, dark themes, bondage??, belly bulge, breeding, eggs, This one's actually really freaky so proceed with caution
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You took the job as a caretaker at the local aquarium because you had an interest in aquatic creatures, but certainly didn't expect to become so tightly bonded with a certain, strange octopus hybrid. Konig seemed to be quite shy, or irritated by being seen by so many people, you couldn't tell which, yet. The only way you could tell he was still in the tank, was those bright blue rings glowing in the dark corners of his little rock cove.
You barely ever saw Konig, only being warned by the older caretakers to keep away from the edge of the tank, he's been known to nab things off of guests, jewelry, phones, anything shiny really.
When you worked the night shift you could see his tentacles flashing and changing colour, blue rings lighting up before dying back down again, only for the cycle to repeat itself. Foolishly, it drew you closer, wanting to just take one peak at the male, wandering much too close to the edge of the tank, standing above the water's edge on the feeding platform.
It was calm here, water lapping near your feet, one of Konig's tentacles slowly emerging from the hidden cove, coming to the surface to greet you. You knew it was wrong to be here, that you could get fired, but you didn't have anything shiny on you, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal.
Your reached out towards the water's edge, tapping the surface a few times to create ripples, to tell the tentacle exactly where you were. The vibrant yellow flesh curled around your wrist, the blue iridescent rings brightening up feeling the warmth of your hand before finally settling down to suckle on your skin.
On the surface, he was a shy octopus who craved warmth and affection, growing clingy and needy for you as the months passed, and every night, more tentacles would come out to greet you. They all had to be equally loved by you, of course!
Konig's routine was ruined however when you were finally caught on your midnight excursions and heavily reprimanded, banning you from coming near Konig's tank again.
He was furious that you'd been taken away from him, his precious mate stolen from his grasp. Konig didn't hesitate to make the other caretakers lives a living hell for the transgressions of one man.
He inked his enclosure so heavily no one could see into the murky depths. His tentacles beat against the glass, cracks spider webbing across the now delicate wall. Live feeding was horrendous, with tentacles whipping out of the water, latching on to ankles and biting with the suckers until flesh tore.
Konig was completely unbearable, a safety hazard at best, ready to kill someone at worst. Your boss couldn't take it anymore and reluctantly allowed you back to see Konig, and hopefully calm him down.
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He could smell you before you came close enough for him to see. The tank was inked black, impossible to clean considering his behaviour these past few days. That allowed Konig to linger just below the water's surface, his thick, colourful tentacles already coming out to see his beloved mate.
He would never let anyone take you away from him again.
The familiar feeling of his warm, slick tentacles gliding over your skin sends a shiver down your spine. It's like they have a mind of their own, seeming more aggressive with you than usual, but the teeth imbedded in the suckers beginning to chew and tear at you clothing was like a rock dropping into your stomach.
"you are so warm" Konig whispered lowly as he emerged from the inky darkness, trying not to frighten his skittish mate who seemed to be growing more distressed when his tentacles slid further up your body, craving your hot skin, which included any tight, slick orifices they could sink into as well.
"shh, shh, my liebling, don't you dare scream." He cooed softly, coaxing you to lean closer to the water's edge, his version of coaxing being dragging you over, close enough for him to lay a heavy hand on the back of your neck, scruffing you as if you were a puppy, so he could sink his teeth into your skin. Paralytic venom mixed with an aphrodisiac, a toxic love bite, something specially engineered to make you a little softer, a little bit more plaint for him tore through you veins, you heart pumping the toxin to every tissue in your body.
"it's okay, kleine, you will look so good stuffed full of my eggs." He hums, pleased with how docile you looked, how only a tiny bit of aphrodisiac can make his mate so needy and pliant.
You could feel the sudden weakness in your muscles and heat crawling over you skin, an uncomfortable sweat breaking out that only made Konig's tentacles wriggle more aggressively in delight, nosing against the warmer areas of your body. It felt like your brain was coated with warm, syrupy molasses, everything feeling slow to process and tingly.
You could only watch as Konig's limbs curled around you so gently, growing tender in nature when you submitted, albeit a bit reluctantly, but he didn't really care. One of his many tentacles slithered up your body, slick and eager, wrapping around your plush breasts and squeezing, one of the suckers latching on to your pebbled nipple to tease and tug at it.
There were no bones to the tentacles thick bodies, only pure muscle to them as they pull you closer to the edge, right into Konig's arms and into the unusually warm water of the tank.
Now, you weren't a prude by any means, having had a bit of experience with other people. But the deeper, more depraved part of your mind quivered with excitement at the idea of being fucked by the octopus hybrid. The feeling his slimy tentacles writhing inside of your warm, gummy walls had you leaking a pornographic amount of slick into his enclosure.
His gentle caress where merely a distraction however, as a strange thick looking tentacle emerged from his body, slinking up your thighs to nudge at your swollen, sticky cunt, parting your soft folds around the tip before inching its way inside.
The stretch burned, the tentacles around you gripped on to your limbs, holding you in place as his ovipositor impatiently pushed its way deeper. Your walls clamped down like vice around it, trying to prevent it from probing around, but the rippling of your walls just made it more active, until it nudged against you cervix.
"relax for me, schatzi, be a good girl, be a good host."
A heavy, full feeling settled itself inside your tummy, the cock-like flesh pulsing with unfamiliar life, twitching and spasming. It was curious in nature, bumping against your cervix, exploring the barrier to your fertile womb that it so dearly wanted to sink itself into, rubbing itself into every conceivable surface it could, leaving you a whimpering, shuddering mess of overstimulation. Your nerves felt like they were on fire.
It felt so good, but was so frustrating, just being poked and prodded at with no real end in sight, like the ovipositor was exploring and committing your body to memory rather than doing it's actual job.
Konig could sense your ever-growing frustration, the way you whined and squirmed in his arms, his warm tentacles stroking over your soft skin, trying to comfort you and keep you happy.
One more tentative nudge, and the thick, veiny ovipositor buried itself inside of you, startling you with a sudden yelp before Konig's tendrils held your knees open while he thrust in and out of you. You couldn't do much to fight it, falling limply against Konig's chest while you cried out, every nerve along your walls stimulated in the most delicious way, even if the rhythm was a little sloppy and uncoordinated.
The textured, ribbed surface of the appendage rubbed against you cervix once again, growing more insistent to get inside as it jerked and writhed against it, attempting to force its way it. What should have been painful brought shameful moans to your lips, the tentacle finally forcing your cervix to give way so it could sink inside, the head of it lodged inside your womb.
You couldn't move, could barely breathe or see straight when you felt a strange clench run through the length of the tentacle, rhythmic in nature and powerful, forcing a fat, round shaped orb up through its length. You could feel the shape of it as it pressed against your walls, scraping so perfectly right against that particular bundle of nerves before another one followed shortly after.
You were weak, overstimulated with pleasure and only being kept afloat by Konig's arms and tentacles, so the soft fluttering of you walls only served to pulls the eggs deeper, only getting caught on your cervix for a moment before a rough thrust from the ovipositor pushed them inside with a lewd pop.
God, it was too much, too much stimulation, too much pleasure, your pussy and now womb was way too full. Your head lolled back against Konig's shoulder, eyes rolling back into your skull while the implication that you were being stuffed full of sticky, soft eggs sat like a tac in the back of your mind, only for you to lose consciousness a few seconds later as the second egg made a home for itself inside your body.
When you came to, you were lying on the side of the deck back where you had originally been, soaking wet and exhausted, Konig's tentacles still curing around you, cradling you in a protective and possessive manner, especially your tummy, now swollen taut with a modest paunch.
God, oh godâ
Eggs.
So many eggs.
How many were there, you couldn't even count anymore, already packed inside snuggly against one another. The ovipositor had long since left you, exhausted and sore from all the squeezing your poor cunt abused it with.
But there was Konig, overly satisfied, the blue rings on his tentacles flashing brightly with satisfaction that his mate had done so well for herself.
Maybe it was the neurotoxin seeping deep into every crevice of you brain, but it felt good. it felt right.
These were yours now, and someone needed to protect and take care of the endangered species.
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. Youâre nothing but a leaking, trembling, overstimulated mess, and youâre about to come so hard you might black out in front of everyone.
Getting captured by a mimic is the lowest of lows for any adventurer. The stupid things look like a big wooden chest, they arenât werenât exactly subtle.
But as the acid melts away at your clothes, and you think this is finally it, you realize a whole new uncomfortable truth about mimics.
Itâs not solid, so thereâs no escaping as itâs squirming ovipositor slides inside you, hot and slick. Then you feel the pressure, the bulges of eggs as it fucks them into you.
Just as quick youâre left panting on the dungeon floor, throbbing in confusion and arousal. It didnât rat you⌠so thereâs that. But now you have to walk all the way back to town, your clothes ruined, and your cunt full of eggs.
With every step, you can feel them shift and jiggle inside you. When you cum on the side of the road alone, a pathetic sound squeaking out of you, you can only be grateful that youâre all alone out here.
Killing slimes was supposed to be an easy way to make some money. They are practically just balloons you have to pop.
It was your fault you didnât keep your guard up, your fault that when you had to pee in the bushes, you didnât go that far.
You got ambushed with your pants around your ankles and well⌠one wriggled inside you. The damn thing was surprisingly agile and determined. By the time you had fended off the other attacks well⌠it was too late.
You couldnât exactly go fishing around your cunt in the middle of the woods to try and pull a slime out of yourself.
Though maybe you should have at least tried, because you can feel it pressing deeper, worming its way further and further inside you.
Itâs incredibly distracting and more than a little concerning. At least it doesnât seem to be trying to digest you.
Though that relief quickly begins to fade as you feel the slime start to expand. At first you think itâs just bloating, but no. The slime is starting to stretch you out, growing inside you⌠incubating.
That premise shouldnât make you throb the way it does. You need to get it out. Itâs just your damn luck that the nearest doctor is in a town a weekâs journey away. Youâve got no choice but to endure it.
And it only gets worse, the swelling, youâre pretty sure your body is not supposed to be able to stretch like this so easily. Is it changing you somehow? Assimilating you? The thought makes you walk faster. The squirming weight inside you a constant torment. Youâve already soaked through your pants in slimy excretions. You try not to think about it.
The next morning you wake in your tent with a cock. A tentacle of slime that had slid out of you, solid and far too sensitive. The slime has fused with your nerves, itâs the only explanation for why fucking your hand could possibly feel so good. Itâs a part of you now.
And fuck you canât stop fucking your hand. If only you had something more, something warmer, something tighter.
You donât get to walking until after lunch, a visible bulge in your pants that twitches with every step.
You feel full, you need to cum so bad, you need to cum inside someone so bad.
You end up leaning against a tree, desperately fucking yourself at the side of the road. Just a short break, just a quick one to clear your head.
Your cock feels so fucking good, you could live like this forever. And when you cum, its minds shattering as a small slime spurts from your new tentacle.
It goes hopping off into the woods leaving you alone with your throbbing tentacle. You feel a little less full, but one orgasm was hardly satisfying enough.
At this rate youâll never make it to town, you can barely cum out slimes as fast as new ones are grown. Youâll be confined to the forest forever, a slime incubator, desperate to find a nice warm host to fill with your spawn.
Though every time another slime slides free from you with a shudder, you find you donât mind that possibility quite as much as you did before.
Hero!Tentacle Monster has been staying at your inn for the last few weeks now, recovering from his last quest. And he will not stop flirting with you.
Every time you come into his room to serve food or help change his bandages youâd barely last a minute before feeling his wandering tentacle. It made you jump every time while he acted like nothing was happening.
As if it was seeking out the warmth of your cunt on its own, curling around your thick thigh and making its way up to your hot, often dripping, core. It became instinctive at this point. Whenever youâd walk into the room your pussy would tingle and flood with the beginning signs of arousal.
His tentacles always teasing, flicking over your slit before oh so slyly pushing past the seam of your undergarments and coating its wriggly length in your essence. No matter how much you squirm or whatever moans slip out he never acknowledged it or went much further.
Then when you finally dared to bring up the elephant in the room of what he was doing with his tentacles heâd simply tease you about it. His eyes would light up and a grin would play on his lips. A few of his tentacles would slip down to swirl around your entrance while others would suck on your clit.
Casually going on and on until you were weak in the knees, your mind slowly forgetting what you were confronting him about.
âAre they now? They must think you need saving from a painful celibacy,â heâd say, pure arrogance dripping him his tongue.
The more weak you got over his exploding tentacles the more cheeky he became.
âYou know they really have a thing for damsels in distress. And baby you look mighty distressed. If only there was a hero strong enough to save you.â
Just when you were about to cum from the dual stimulation heâd cough. Which would then trigger a groan from the pain in his ribs. An excuse, a lame excuse at that, to pull his tentacles away from your sopping sex to cover his mouth instead. Said it was only good manners in front of a lady.
Though he wouldnât bother to be slick when heâd then pop them straight into his mouth. Not even thinking to stifle the way he moans at the taste.
No, heâd be more than shameless with that. Licking each and every one of his tentacles clean of your juices. Youâd try to resume your duties after but his hungry gaze kept making you shiver in delight.
âYouâve been doing this for weeks now, you know. Thereâs gotta be more than one way to cure a hero,â he quips suggestively, eyes raking down your luscious curves.
You have to rush out of his room instantly before you do something rash and start riding the injured heroâs tentacle cocks like your lives depended on it.
Only for you to hide back out in your own room and pleasure yourself for hours on end. Coming over and over to the thought of him. Yet the ache remained knowing nothing would quite hit as good, as deep, as his tentacles.
What was worse was the following day when youâd walk in to see his smug self-satisfied grin. Knowing without a doubt what you had been busy doing all night. Almost as if heâd slipped his tentacle into the walls and listened as you quietly moaned out his name with each orgasm that took you.
But no, that wasnât possible. Or was it?
Maybe his tentacle cocks were leaking, itching to be inside you, just as the memory. Then again, maybe they werenât.
But at this point you couldnât tell what was your slick and what was his as his girthy tentacle pushes your folds apart to ignite your pulsing nerves. Ruthlessly teasing and edging you to the brink where you simply couldnât hold it back anymore.
You cum from him just suckling on your sensitive pulsing clit and the brutal glide of his massive cock fucking into you so deeply you practically became a spit roast. The smirk on his face mirrors your own thoughts perfectly. How pathetic.
Still you milked your orgasm for every last drop and this time when he pops it into his mouth you maintain eye contact. A mutual understanding and appreciation between you now.
By the time Hero!Tentacle Monster is all healed and his stay with you is over, the two of you know more about each otherâs bodies than do about your respective practices.
You stand outside of the inn with him, hesitant to let him go as much as heâs hesitant to leave. Both of you just staring at each other as the sun begins to rise off the horizon. Suddenly a thought strikes him and he turns his back to you to retrieve a gift he prepared.
Though you donât know what to think when he faces you with a large tentacle.
One that isnât currently connected to his body.
âUse it when you miss me,â he explains softly, presenting you wish his detachable tentacle cock for you to keep. His lustful gaze pierces into your own as you gently take it.
Youâre not quite sure what to do with it if youâre being completely honest. But youâre positive itâll be fun to figure out.
âI shall come back for it soon. And for you,â he promises with a sense of honestly that shakes you, sealing it with a kiss that steals your breath away and makes his cock twitch and harden in your hands.
above and beyond ally.
The truth of it đ¤Ł