Tentacled delights

27, she/they breeding kink, tentacles, monsterfucking, and ovi, primarily wlw and always queer. Usually making sure @lewdsdelta is so full of eggs she can hardly move icon by Blarasho

[monstersflashlight]

I have a craving for butch gnolls and trans fem werewolves on a vacation.

Fem!gnoll x trans!fem werewolf reader

When your gnoll girlfriend asked you to go on a vacation with her, you were unsure at first, not sure you wanted anybody to see your body in a bikini, still self-conscious as fuck. But she thought of everything, of course she did. She gifted you a special bikini for the occasion, one that had a tiny skirt in the bottom so you could hide all you didn’t like but made your ass look fantastic. It was your best gift you’ve ever received, and it made you cry, to your girlfriend’s dismay as she fussed over you, confused by your tears. You assured here that it was okay, but nobody ever gave you something so thoughtful. She cooed at you and almost swore to kill all your exes, which made you laugh in a snort kind of way, which was very unsexy of you.

But it got you to agree, and soon after you were on a beach, laying on the sand and looking at your monster girlfriend make a sandcastle. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan. The full moon was in a couple of days, and you were already on edge most of the time, the pull of the moon making you hornier than hell. Every time a soft breeze caressed your body, you shivered, ready to jump your girlfriend into a horizontal position so you could have your way with her. And it didn’t help that she looked hot as hell in her boy shorts and thigh tank top plus your hot as hell butch girlfriend laughing out loud as some stupid dude tried to surf and fell down over and over. She looked like your dream monster right there, and you almost had to swallow your tongue to avoid gushing over her, your ears twitching and your tail wriggling like you were a fucking puppy. Damn, the power she had over you.

And when she asked for you to apply sunscreen on her back, you almost passed out because of how hot she was with her hard muscles under your hands. You sat on her ass as you applied the sunscreen and you knew she could feel what you were feeling, if her giggle and her hips pushing up were any indication. You asked her to behave, but you just got a side eye and a push, not two seconds later she overpowered you and had you flat on your back. She ground against your hard on and kissed your neck. You were looking around frantically, knowing full well you were in public, she didn’t care though. She dragged you to the water and shoved his hand into your pretty bikini, jerking you off until you were boneless and she had to carry you back to the towel, bridal style. You never felt more appreciated and cared for. She was fucking fantastic.

[gloomilo]

t e n t a c o o l

B)

[nixiecat]

sometimes sex is just letting her bury her nose in your pit and grind on your leg

[thatautisticlesbian]

yes and it is good very good

[insomniamamma]

The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

[miscling]

rb if you want people to be horny and embarrassed on anon in your inbox

[gxthpxppy]

Please be horny and embarrassed my anons are so cute

[ori-anna-v-58008]

"My son was completely fine"

Your daughter smiles when I tell her to lick my boot. She grins when I threaten her with electric shocks. When I put the barrel of a loaded gun in her mouth, she lets it go all the way to the base, her eyes fixed dead on the hammer.

Completely fine, yes; for a pilot of her station. She's doing exactly what she should be. But as a son? That poor, useless thing, working variably dead-eyed behind the counter at a dead-end job or nowhere at all? Entirely insufficient.

She talks about you sometimes. Not in any recognizable way, of course; nothing she could possibly understand as motherhood exists in her memories. Not of you, not of anyone. Just dreams. Dreams of a mysterious, distant woman and an unfamiliar voice telling her she's wrong. I'll admit, you've been useful at times; she is often wrong. But training out your unhelpful damage to her has been a hassle to say the least. I've never seen a pilot so reckless, so ignorant of its own pain, so tolerant of Hell, until I met your daughter.

I have no jurisdiction on Earth unless one of my pilots is stationed there. She has been instructed to stay far away from that planet, to keep you far away from her. These two things do not mean I would not gun you down the moment I saw you if I was given the opportunity. I suspect watching your limp, lifeless body, gushing blood from every bullet hole would heal Pilot #502 in a way no amount of forced amnesia, no amount of sedation, no amount of re-education ever could.

I'm sure you've heard the stories; you've probably shared some yourself. Young men disappear one day. A simple note, a calling card left in their place, emblazoned with the insignia of Station Delta. We have quite the reputation among broken mothers, blinded by the tears in their eyes and the fantasies they tell themselves, as nothing more than kidnappers. Some kind of wicked draft desperate to take their beloved sons from them; those sons they never gave another look to until they were already under our care.

We don't mind it. A scared populace is useful. But mark my words, and repeat them at your own peril:

She chose this.

And you dare cry for her?

[sluttybeanbabe]

Throat fucking this, skull fucking that, but what about playing with their hair while they nuzzle into your bulge, letting them mouth at it until they are pleading you to let them taste it?

What about pushing down your underwear and softly easing your cock into their mouth, letting them take their time with it, praising them for taking it so well every time they take it further down their throat?

What about letting them enjoy how nice and warm and full they feel when they reach the base of it, getting lightheaded and intoxicated by your smell, feeling it twich with arousal?

What about letting them get used to the feeling of it until they feel safe enough to start moving on their own accord and become a little cockdrunk slut for you, doing anything to feel you cum down their throat??

What about intertwining your fingers on their hair, not to force them into it, but because they are making you feel so good you need to hold on to them?

[zeeislewd]

I look good in blazers, don't you think?

[zeeislewd]

[ace-trainer-alice]

I'd love to respect you as a human being, however I saw you squirm a little earlier and all I've been thinking about since is how to make you squirm even more.

[lebagelgirl]

@sapphic-dice

[somepunknamedshae]

You cannot be following me if you got a hogwarts house in your bio. Get a fucking grip.

[zeeislewd]

Put my new cane to the test on my darling wife last night~

[petulantpony]

a rare treat from this summer 🍬 support me

[soldier-exclipse]

[theiasystem]

i guess it's good to know

[voidsentprinces]

[monstersflashlight]

Hi! Idk what to do with it so handing you this concept

Centaur girl x trans girl that drinks her piss as hrt

I know that's not exactly how that works but it's magic oki?

Anyway you don't have to do anything with it just an idea i wanted to share

A/N: Hi anon! I hope this is what you wanted because I stared at this request for a long time not really sure what to do with it. For those who don’t know, I guess this was brought up because for a long time some hormones were obtaining refining animal pee, so here it is. Enjoy!

HRT

Fem!Centaur x trans woman!reader || piss kink, watersports || tw: piss

Imagine needing to take your HRT but unable to find it for a little bit of time.

Your centaur girlfriend, as helpful as ever, did her research and discovered you could actually use some of her piss. She approached you with a very red face and looked a mix between aroused and very embarrassed when she suggested for you to… get under her and you know… She looked so cute you had to bite down your tongue not to laugh at her. You kissed her softly and told her there was no need.

But the idea kept circling your mind. Not only because you wanted your HRT, but because the thought of getting under her and drinking all of her… well, it wasn’t icky to you. It was fucking hot. It was so hot you had to take care of yourself while you thought about it. So next time you two were together, the one being awkward and very embarrassed for bringing it up was you.

Her features morphed the second you suggested it, her whole body tense while she looked at you with such hunger in her eyes, you were sure you were about to be laid down and fucked within an inch of your life. But she calmly stood up, offering you her hand and pulling you towards the big bathroom in her apartment. You were glad you brought it up in her house because she had a big enough bathroom to fit both of you comfortably.

Your legs were trembling in anticipation, your mouth dry and your brain spinning out of control. She urged you to the shower floor, and you eagerly went, kneeling behind her and looking at her glistening pussy. You could lean forward and eat her out right now… You almost did, but she asked once again if you were sure, and your resolve solidified. You didn’t respond, merely opening your mouth at the right angle, ready to get whatever she offered.

The warm caress of her piss hit your mouth, and you swallowed greedily feeling as hot as ever while she did so. You could hear her moaning, too, and you wanted to touch her so bad. By the time she was done, the front of your shirt was soaked, and your brain was swimming in pleasure and arousal. She turned around and pulled you towards her, kissing you fervently while your mixed moans resonated in the tiled walls.

The way she made love to you after that was nothing but insane. She rode you like her life depended on it, and you came so hard your eyes blacked out. It was in her dark room, after many orgasms, when you confessed to her that you had already had your HRT shot before coming to her apartment. She only giggled, kissing you so deeply and for so long that you were hard again by the time he let you go.

[ysolt]

relaxing by the pool