#nsfw🍆

[lordrandreaming]

"Join me, won't you?"

Naite Nobutoshi was bathing alone.. Until he had some 'unexpected' company.. Not that he minds having someone around to admire him ;)

Wyd when you stumble upon an 8' samurai bathing in only his clan haori and he gives you that look? 👀

[lordrandreaming]

CW: 🔞NSFW/Suggestive🔞

Whatchu lookin at me like that for?

Absolutely RAUNCHY Kenjaku I drew today because I can but also.. He makes my brain go doki doki

Uncensored can be got through dm ;p

[spookeart]

Can’t believe I forgot to post this here, happy belated birthday to Moony!

Remus has very important plans for his evening, and he’s not going to jeopardise them by going out and socialising (ew)

🔞Next part is available on my patreon!

[ellenchain]

🦋Playground Part 1🦋

The nsfw pages are now available for free on Gumroad! So if you're impatient, you can read the whole first part of the story in one go 💗

▶️ Here is the link: https://ellenchain.gumroad.com/l/playground_part1

I will still upload all the pages here bit by bit (the tame version 🙃)

Part 1 means that the story is not finished yet; there is still a lot to cum 🍆💦

[lordrandreaming]

CW: NSFW 🔞

Wip of smth spicy that I won't be able to post to tumblr 😂

He's just getting a nice back massage..

Arranged Marriage AU Featuring: Zen'in Toji and Tsuna, my newest oc 😝

[ozzgin]

First unhinged thought of the year…😜

I was thinking about how monsters may not understand human culture and linguistics, and how many things may get lost in translation 🧐

For example…a rooster may be called a Cock, and shouts “cock-a-doodle-doo.” A monster learns that a “Cock” wakes up humans, and is also a name of male genitalia 🐓

And so to make the human more comfortable in their new home with monsters, the monster commissions a dancing genital alarm clock that moans “cock-a-doodle-doo” while ejaculating on the bedside table. It’ll stop till it’s spent and flaccid 🍆

If I had to imagine this, so do you now. I can’t be the only one to suffer this thought. I had to share it with the world. You should draw this to help our visual learners 😘

-👘

NSFW content!

Honestly, I immediately thought of the monster roommates who are convinced that what you need in order to wake up is a good dicking.

You slowly open your eyes to a bunch of genitals surrounding you, so you have to blink a few times and process the bizarre reality you've awoken to.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Isn't it a human custom? The morning cock?"

You consider their words. They stand before you, completely undisturbed and shameless, their raging erections glistening in the early sunlight.

"...It's about a rooster. The bird."

With an irritated yawn, you sit up, pushing one of the phallic behemoths away from your face.

"Ah. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, after all," one of them confesses with visible disappointment.

Well...it'd be a pity to waste such a convenient setup, don't you agree?

[lazy4honey]

Unseelie Fae

Should be sleeping, looked at fae fucker, remembered an old idea I never got to use, just started writing, tried to do something short, obviously didn’t succeed…

Contains: second person perspective, gender neutral, fae, long, slow, teasing, dub-con, tentacles, fingering, anal, big 🍆, lots of 💦, slight belly bulge, NSFW towards the end

Note: both men and women have a glans and erectile tissue 👍

There are two courts of faeries, opposed to each other like day and night. One is known as the Seelie Court, mischievous but well meaning, while the other is the Unseelie Court, full of cunning pranks and tricks.

But regardless of their differences, they all love to play tricks on humans.

As such, you go to bed one night and fall asleep unusually quickly and dream.

You stand in a blooming meadow. The cerulean sky above you is dotted with white cotton clouds and the sun beams down onto the earth in a blinding manner, a mixture of the flowers’ fragrance and the slightly burnt smell of ozone typical for hot summer days filling your nose as the hot breeze brushes over your skin.

You look around and find a lone tree growing in the meadow. It looks old, knotted branches adorned by emerald leaves reaching towards the sky almost like a withered hand. There is a strange aura to this tree, but you still walk over to stand in its cool shade.

Then something magical happens.

A pale glimmer lights up on one of the lower branches and drops, leaving a glittering string as fine as spider silk hanging straight down. You watch with curiosity and awe as the string lights up and splits open into a gateway.

The next moment, before you can see what lies beyond, a figure steps through the gateway.

As soon as you lay your eyes on them, they have stolen your breath away.

They are tall and thin, clad in flowing black robes that seem to meld into the shadows, as if made from them. Their long, straight black hair blends in with the robe, and it forms a stark contrast with their morbidly pale skin. With elegant brows, eyes resembling black pearls, and light pink lips, there is an unsettling beauty to them that transcends all perceptions of gender you had before.

They look at you and you see what you believe to be a smile flash through their mesmerizing eyes.

Entranced, you watch them lift their arm and reach out to you. Their boney hand is just as pale as their face, and their black fingernails are long and pointed. For some reason, you think it resembles the tree.

With a turn of their wrist, a round, enticingly red apple appears in their hand. Just by looking at its rich color, you can already feel its mouthwatering taste in your mouth.

You don’t hesitate to grab the apple and take a bite out of it. It is crisp and juicy, just like you imagined, and the red of the peel bleeds into the white fruit flesh like blood staining snow.

The beautiful person in black smiles as they watch you eat their apple, and you happily smile back at them.

After eating the apple, they take your hand, their cold touch making you feel a strange anticipation as they lead you through the gateway. Time and space creak as they are twisted, and the next moment you stand on the meadow by night, the sleeping flower buds doused in silvern moonlight as the nearby hill breaks open and reveals the fae folk dancing to their bewitching music in a hall illuminated by firefly-like dots of light.

Enthralled, you step forward. You enter the hill and find yourself in the hall contained within you had just seen, surrounded by countless beings more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

You wander around the hall, dancing with a man with glittering dragonfly wings fly wings one moment and with a woman with colorful butterfly wings the next. Then you are pushed onward and pass by the buffet, grabbing some candy-like nuts and berries that crunch satisfyingly between your teeth before arriving at the band’s little stage. After energetically beating the drum for the goat-horned man playing the pan flute for a few songs, you are tired and let yourself be carried along by the stream of fae, finally coming to a black throne.

Seated on that throne is the beautiful being that gave you their apple, and their eyes seem to twinkle as they look at you and once again reach out their hand.

It is empty, waiting for you to take it.

You do.

They gently pull and you fall onto their lap without any resistance, adoringly gazing up at them as you lean against their chest. Your eyes meet and sparks fly, eliciting excited cheers from the crowd of fae folk.

The beautiful being brushes a hand through your hair, admiring your blushing face. Then they lean down and kiss your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your cheeks and jaw, and finally coming to your lips. They pause and look you deep in the eyes, seeking your consent before ever so gently kissing you.

Their lips are cold, just like their hands, but not unpleasantly so. There is the faint fragrance of apples.

They hold your face and gradually deepen the kiss, making you close your eyes in enjoyment and miss the flash of deep red in their eyes. Your lips opens on their own and allow their tongue to intrude on your mouth. When their cold tongue grazes yours, you flinch back in surprise only to quickly engage with them. The feeling of their slippery tongue against yours is divine.

You clutch at their robes and rub your thighs against each other as heat pools in your abdomen and makes you long for something more.

There seems to be a distant sigh, followed by a rustle, and then darkness envelops you. The boos of the crowd come from far away, but the coolness of that beautiful being is still closely attached to you, their arms wrapping around you to hold your waist.

You open your eyes and only see a vague outline of them, but you don’t mind. Raising your arms to cling to their neck, you engage them in another long, deep kiss, aiming to warm their coldness with your overflowing warmth.

They chuckle and press you tightly against themselves, kiss turning a little shallower as they rub your back, down your spine and to your ass, making you relax in comfort.

Then you feel something on your ankle. It is just as cold as the beautiful being’s hands, yet there is a strange slickness to it. You wiggle your foot. When the sensation doesn’t go away, you try to retreat from the kiss to take a look, but they don’t give you that chance as they deepen the kiss again and sneak a cold hand beneath your shirt to caress your waist.

The strange sensation remains on your ankle, and as you forget about it, it starts moving again. It slides up your calf like a living rope, crawling beneath your pants and wrapping itself around your soft flesh. Then it strokes your knee.

Your legs tighten and you want to kick it away, but then another cold, slick thing wraps around your other foot, tickling your sole. You squirm and whine into the beautiful being’s mouth, hoping they will notice your plight and rescue you. But they just hold your waist more tightly, sliding a hand up to your warm chest as their head moves down to kiss your neck.

Free of any obstruction, you moan. The cold hands and lips on your warm skin make you feel so tingly, their every caress adding to the hotness in your abdomen. You can’t resist rubbing your crotch against their thigh as you get excited.

At this moment, the slick tentacle-like things move again. They wrap around your legs, gently squeezing your thighs, their coldness making you tremble, and unexpectedly cooperate with the beautiful being to lift you up and sit you down on their lap with your legs spread. Then another tentacle attaches itself to the small of your back and trails its thin tip up your spine and down again.

With your hands not restrained, you twist to grab the annoying thing. The beautiful being beneath you suddenly releases a low moan. Unconsciously you tighten your grip, and they hum, the three cold, slick tentacles pulsing faintly.

Finally, you truly realize that the beautiful being is a fae.

A fae with tentacles.

An unknown kind of excitement takes hold of you and makes your heart beat like a drum. You swallow a mouthful of saliva and tug at the tentacle, pulling it before you.

The beautiful fae watches you in the darkness they created. Their hand tightens on your chest as you kiss the tip of the tentacle, their breath heating up when you take it into your hot, wet mouth. You gently suck on the tentacle and feel it pulse as they gasp, then gently bite it before removing it from your mouth and kissing along its length.

Meanwhile, the tentacles wrapped around your legs tighten and loosen together with the fae’s hands on your torso. They nuzzle their face against your neck and the tentacles around your legs start moving again, caressing your inner thighs and crawling forward, one making contact with your crotch. The tentacle presses a little and feels you tense. Then it slowly grinds against you, the cold, slick sensation seeping through your underpants as it fondles your arousal.

The fae feels your strong heartbeat and kisses your neck, their hand massaging your chest and making you accidentally bite the tentacle you are still holding a little harder when they pinch your nipple. They moan and the tentacle by your mouth is replaced with their lips as they plunder your mouth. The tentacle dripping with saliva strokes your shoulder and down into your shirt to your chest, the thin cold tip wrapping around your other nipple to pull and rub.

You pant at the many ministrations, aroused and wanting for more after being teased like this.

As if sensing your impatience, the tentacles on your legs start moving again. They both wriggle into your underpants, one reaching your front while the other curls around your ass cheek. The one in the front snakes along your crotch and to your eagerly throbbing genitalia. It carefully feels around and slowly pulls back your foreskin to reveal your glans and wet slit, rubbing against it at an agonizingly slow pace.

As you are kissed and caressed by hands and tentacles, you rock your hips against the fae for a little more friction. You want more, you hope for a deeper connection, one that steals your breath and echoes endlessly through your body.

The tentacle on your ass moves. It dives into the gap between your buttocks and kisses your small hole, making your butt clench around it. Its thin tip circles around the delicate, puckered skin and prods your hole again, even sinking a little inside.

You whine against the fae’s lips and they stroke your cheek. Then they reach down to your crotch, feeling the wetness at their fingertips, and rub your glans and slit along with the tentacle. Their hand is so cold and soft it makes you feel your pulse in your gut.

After rubbing for a while, sometimes stronger, sometimes lighter, coating their fingertips in your slowly dripping sticky liquids, they reach further and join the tentacle at your backside in prodding at your asshole. Thanks to your wetness, they are able to slide in a little more than the tentacle. Their sharp fingernail hurts a but but their other touches feel so good, and before you know it they are already one digit deep inside you.

They bite your lip as they patiently sink their entire index finger into your hole, then kiss down your jaw, neck, and chest. At your heart side, they bite your nipple, cold breath instantly making it harden, then lick. You clench around their fingertips with a moan and some more liquid drips from your slit onto the rubbing tentacle, making its movements smoother.

The fae gives your nipple a suck and pull their finger put, once again fingering your slit. You feel a little relieved yet empty, but before the feeling can settle in they return their fingers to your hole, carefully pressing two fingers inside your tight anus.

You moan in pain and sink your hands into the fae’s hair, gripping it tightly.

They give your chest a little bite and another tentacle joins the three. It is a little slicker than the others and the tip drips with a cold slime that makes you shiver. This tentacle sprinkles its slime across your body, mixing it with some of your own sticky liquids at your slit, and then joins the fae’s fingers as they gently press inside you. You can feel this tentacle squirm in your rectum and it seems to be pumping its cold slime into you. It coats the fae’s fingers, resulting in a quiet squelching sound as they curl against your hot flesh.

The slime drips down their hand and your ass as they continue moving, wriggling every now and then and pumping in and out in alternating tempo.

Then they add a third finger.

You feel a little full.

The dripping tentacle continuously pumps its slime into you and the squelching sound becomes louder as the sticky substance accumulates in your rear. Gradually, the fingers and slime heat up and your asshole feels a little numb and pleasantly tingly. You take the three fingers very well, earning yourself more kisses and caresses from the fae.

That beautiful fae, fucking you with their long cold fingers and slimy tentacles, could there be anything more arousing?

When they suddenly pull out their fingers, you whine and tug at their hair.

The slime dripping out of your widened hole, pulled even wider open by the fae’s tight grip on your ass cheeks, flows down the tentacle still peaking inside you, slicking it up. Then it begins to move.

The tentacle is about as thick as the fae’s three fingers, but it reaches deeper inside you and lacks the dangerously dharp fingernails. When it enters you a little deeper, you feel it squirm again as it pumps you full with its sticky slime once more, making your hole flutter, and then it retreats.

Afterwards, the other tentacles that had been toying with your body also retreat.

You unhappily wriggle your hips and pout. That couldn’t have been it, right? They couldn’t just leave you hanging like that, right?

Of course not.

Your shirt is gently peeled off by their fingers, one hand cold and one warm and slick with the tentacle’s slime and your liquids. Then they slip their hands into your waistband, tapping your hips and looking at you.

Although they don’t say anything, you understand the look in their pitch black eyes. You hold onto their shoulders and raise yourself up, letting them take off your pants and underwear.

They admiringly stroke your bare skin. Your legs and your arms, your chest aching from the fondling, your waist, hips and ass, and finally your crotch — their cool touch is everywhere.

Then they press you against their chest and squeeze your ass.

The next moment, a thick, slimy tentacle with a phallic tip press against your asshole. Your muscles tense and the hole tightens against the unexpectedly cold thing. It pokes a little, then slides forward to rub against your leaking slit, gently pressing and pulling for a while and making you moan before returning to your backside.

The fae captures your lips and in that second of distraction, the tentacle pushes inside your anus and stretches the folds out of the puckered hole with its girth. With the hot slime and the phallic tentacle covered in cold slick completely filling your rectum, you feel almost unbearably full, but it doesn’t hurt. When the tentacle start moving and the friction starts heating the slippery liquids, the wonderful tingling sensation comes back full force and travels from your rear to your front, making you drip onto the fae’s robes.

They let their hand slide back down to your dripping holes and lightly press and rub your glans before fingering your slit that has become sensitive from all that stimulation as the tentacle in your ass speeds up its movements, thrusting deeper inside you and stretching you further than before each time.

You moan into their mouth. In your quest for more pleasure you rock your hips with their thrusts, pushing your soaking slit into their cool hand one moment to seek relieve for your swollen erectile tissue and shoving your ass backwards onto their phallic tentacle to feel it pound deep into you the next.

Your enthusiasm pleases the fae. It pleases them even more when your ass clenches around their phallic tentacle, and you can feel the thing pulse in your ass and speed up. You relax, and then abruptly clench again around them, eliciting a melodious moan from them as the tentacle pulses.

Constantly stimulating each other in this was, the two of you speed up. As your climax nears, your movements grow a little sloppy. Chasing that obscure feeling, you shove the tentacle even deeper into your soft insides, and then the fae comes with an ecstatic moan.

Their phallic tentacle doesn’t stop pulsing as a searing hot liquid is shot into your guts. The feel of your gut being filled and even bulging from their cum makes you moan loudly, and so you, too, reached your climax. Your ass clenches more tightly than ever around the tentacle and squeezes it as you come and tremble, making you clearly feel every pulse and every new shot of cum.

After an unknown amount of time, you come back to your senses. Leaning against the fae and hugging their thin waist, your ass still stuffed with their phallic tentacle and dripping with cum and slime, you feel your body still echoing with the euphoric release you just experienced.

The fae hugs you and presses a tender kiss to your sweaty temple.

Surrounded by the faint scent of apples, you relax against them and sleepily close your eyes. As you drift off, you hear them, the vibrations of their cold, resonant voice clearly transmitted into your chest as they whisper.

“Finally.��

[youremyheaven]

Astrology of Sex: 🥵🔥🍑🍒💦🍆

my asks have been looking thirsty lately and i thought😌its about time i made another post about sex lmfao. MINORS LOOK AWAY AND DNI. NSFW CONTENT BELOW.

We've already discussed a little bit about Yoni animals and sex but I wanted to discuss certain random observations I have made hehe.

Elephant yoni men?? they are THE most sensual lovers??

I think Elephant Yoni (be it Revati or Bharani) creates partners who are extremely sexually passionate. They live to please their partner. Just think about how protective and loving elephants are and now think about how aggressive they can be if they're mad. Elephant yoni men (in my experience 😜) have always been sensual but slightly aggressive but in a good way 😈😈

2. MOON DOMINANT MEN ARE FREAKY NASTY BITCHES, i said what i said

if you've never had sex with a lunar man, WHEWWW them dudes be FREAKZZ, they'll be doing acrobatics with you in bed 😭😭😭idk how to explain it but yk when you're having sex with someone for the first time and you're all polite and semi formal?? wellll lunar men are not gonna be like that. they'll get right to business and fck you like you owe them pu$$y

3. Purvashadha men are kind of sadistic

i mean Hitler had Purvashadha moon, so this is not entirely surprising but Venusian naks are all in some ways cruel and i'd say Purvashadha is the PEAK of this energy

they're selfish, they're extremely hard on themselves, they dont care about others, they're VERY self centred and yes, they fuck in a really brutal way. they'll literally fuck you like you're a whore. aftercare? never heard of her

4. Rat yoni men or men with a small yoni animal in general can fuck for hoursss and not get tired. im talking 4 rounds or 5 rounds

5. Rahuvian men 💀💀will bust in 5 seconds but they'll go crazy with foreplay tho 🥰

6. MARTIAN MEN GIRLLL, they're so rough and live up to all the stereotypes .. like you're NOT making love over here, you're getting FUCKED.

7. I feel like Lunar women are lowkey asexual ,, their sex drives are just ?? occasionally there but often not there. the type to have sex just to please their partner. THIS NEED NOT APPLY TO EVERYONE, PLS DONT COME FOR ME

8. Jupiter dominant men have crazy sexual appetite but either they have really high standards or they fck everything in sight (depends on how much they've emotionally evolved)

[dark-moonlust]

The Dragonshifter’s Mate

Pairing: dragon shifter x human f!reader

Summary: you stand before a mighty dragon, his molten amber eyes looking at you with hunger. You want to become his mate. He accepts and shows you his human form—a towering, golden-skinned male with a dual cocks that promise both pleasure and pain.

Warnings: sneak peek but here’s what to expect: nsfw, size kink, possessive dragon shifter, sexual tension, 2 monster 🍆 🔥, intense kisses, intimate touches.

You stood before him, small and vulnerable in contrast, while his eyes, molten pools of amber, fixed on yours with such intensity that you jerked a little, every inch of you alive and aroused.

"You've come back," he drawled, his voice a low, silky growl that echoed through your body.

 His gigantic figure shifted, the sound of scales sliding across stone filling the room. "Why?"

You gulped, your heart racing in your chest. When you'd left your village, you had no plan. Just the overwhelming desire to be with him, forever.

"I couldn't stay away," you admitted, your voice shaking. "I tried, but... I had to see you again."

The dragon's maw shifted in what appeared to be a smile, sharp teeth showing.

"Humans are such curious creatures," he said, tilting his head as he roamed his eyes all over you. "So delicate, yet so brave. You understand who I am, and yet you stand before me unafraid."

"I'm not afraid of you. Not anymore."

He chuckled, a rich, resonant sound that sent warmth down your belly.

"These are brave words, but bravery will not protect you from who I am. I warned you again and again to forget about me—"

"I can't!" You took a step closer, your boots crunching against the scattered diamonds and gold coins on the floor. You didn't give them a single glance, all your eyes could focus on was him.

"I know you can feel it, too. There is a bond between us," you said, your gaze never leaving his. "Our meeting was never a coincidence but fate. I need… you."

The dragon's pupils narrowed, and for a moment, the cave appeared darker and the air heavier.

"Do you realize what you're asking for?"

"Yes," you said, your heart pounding. "I know."

"And you fully agree?To be mine?"

"Yes. I want to be yours."

This is a taste of what I posted today! There’s lots of smut to come and I’m planning it to be in Part 2. Check it out if double 🍆s are your kink hehe

[monster-match-if]

Welcome to Paradise!

A few decades after the mystical veil between the human and supernatural world was shattered there are still efforts done to fully integrate the two societies. What better way to achieve that than an international & interspecies dating show?!

Ten lucky beings are going to be selected for the first ever edition of Monster Match, and embark on a month-long vacation on a tropical island. Follow your heart or mind when making decisions and win the public’s favour. At the end of the month, the fan favourite couple will win a whopping cash prize of €500,000, to keep or split between them.

Couple up, have fun with the various challenges and most importantly stay alive find love!

And beware of what’s lurking in the shadows!

Genre: Reality TV dating show, monster fu- lovers. Love island the game, but with monsters. Strictly 18+!

WIP - some things may still change on the way.

Play as Male or Female.

Choose to be a Sweetheart, a Charmer or a Flirt.

Have fun or stir up some drama between the other contestants!

Find love or do it all for the money.

Split the prize, or keep it all to yourself… if you win.

Choose between 5 gender selectable ROs and two male partial ROs.

Try to figure out what's happening to the eliminated contestants or ignore the gnawing feeling.

Entirely choice based, the stats are there for flavor text. This is an excuse to write monster, ermm, loving content. The story is rated 18+ and will contain NSFW and maybe some gore along with other dubious things. There will be fade to black options and skippable scenes as well as preference options and some pretty tame and sweet routes, but why are you here if monsters are not your thing? Read at your own discretion!

Morgan → Vampire🦇 - M/F - 6’  Tall and pale, with dark hair and crimson eyes, and an infuriating naturally gorgeous body. Always has the hair styled neatly and preferes classy clothes. An incurable flirt. Expect: Blood and biting related activities. Not particularly loyal.

Elindorn / Eli → Deep forest elf 🏹 (basically a drow) - M/F - 5'7 / 6'4  Tall with an athletic swimmer’s body. Dusty lilac skin, long milky white hair and pale silver eyes that seem to look into your soul. Expect: actually… the most well adjusted of the bunch. Elves mate for life.

The bombshell - Blake → Incubus/ Succubus🌶️- obviously M/F - 5’8/ 6’4  Deep brown skin, short curly black hair and vivid blue eyes. Horns and tail in their “true” form. Skimpy clothes to attract potential vict- partners. Expect: open relationship, multiple partners, life… sucking?

Kitai → Kitsune 🦊- M/F - 5'5 / 5'11 (Casa Amor contestant) The shortest of the group, but the most attentive and ready to please. Ivory skin, long jet black hair and yellow eyes.  Expect: probably the sweetest, most wholesome route, tails - nine of them.

Fionnlagh / Fion → Cecaelia 🐙 (yes, tentacles) - M/F - 5'6 / 6'3 (Casa Amor contestant)  Tanned skin, long wavy red hair, and green eyes. Eight crimson tentacles in their “true” form. Expect: foursome options, but otherwise tentacles and fun, dubious consent-ish if you squint.

Partial ROs

Ragnar → Werewolf 🐺 - M - 6’9/ 8' when in werewolf form Only RO available strictly to F MC and only one who will break up with MC if they cheat or don't have the same views. Tall and built like a mountain, with lightly tanned skin, brown hair and beard and kind brown eyes. Covered in tattoos. Expect: *sigh* knotting, breeding, bestialityithink??

Seishish  - Sei  → naga 🐍 (yes 2 🍆) - M - 6'2 / 11' long with tail out  The Host - not being a contestant will limit interactions in the first half of the story, but he is also an endgame RO. Rich olive skin with a golden hue, long wavy platinum blonde hair, hazel snake eyes. Gains a lot of length in trier half-snake form, the tail an iridescent golden colour. Expect: dubious consent-ish if you squint, ovo…ovi… the eggpreg thing.

Other OG contestants

Warlock/human - Gael - M Human - Kat - F Siren - Oralla - F Fairy - Feyre - F (original name, I know) Angel - Arael - F Demon Azrorath - M

Demo coming soon

[hhoneyhams]

Headcanon Assortment - Laios/Reader, Chilchuck/Reader

Word Count: ~600

Author's Note: Hi all! It's been a while and I really wanted to get back in the swing of writing n' whatnot, so here is my humble offering lol 🖤 I still haven't been able to get these two off my mind and I wanted to take a stab at a structured headcanon post! I hope you enjoy 😎

I ain't gonna lie, this is just me talking about dick 😅👀🍆💯🔥

Warnings: NSFW and 18+, y'all know the drill by now

Content Warning: VERY specific gendered descriptions of anatomy and bodies

Chilchuck:

It’s easy to want to start with the ‘cut vs. uncut’ part of the Greater Dick Discussion but I feel like for half-foots it’s kind of a toss up and really depends on upbringing or personal preference. Making it race-based is kinda iffy for me, but it’s so easy to come up with a dichotomy for certain ones (dwarves being primarily uncut and the tallmen being cut). I imagine Chilchuck being cut for the convenience factor since that’s what I have the most experience with.

Chilchuck’s build is very lanky for his kind. It’s mentioned in canon that he’s one of the taller half-foots, so I like to imagine he is SLINGING…although he’s much more a “grower” than a “shower.”

When flaccid, it doesn’t get in the way or cause much distraction, but when he’s hard, he cannot hide it whatsoever.

Lengthwise, he’d be sitting at a solid 5 inches.

The tip of his cock is a bit more pointed and slender going down, while being relatively average at the base. He’s got a prominent curve to it as well.

I REALLY like (aka I’m obsessed with) Chilchuck pairings that have distinct size differences, so that size for him would be pleasurable no matter who he’s paired with, without it being seen as too awkward or unrealistic

He’s a big fan of rough blowjobs and face-fucking. He’s itching to get to that precipice as quickly as possible.

His fingers would expertly wind their way through your hair as he took hold of your head to thrust into. Although you wouldn’t choke him down, he’d still find ways to make you sputter and gag around his cock as he drives his way in and out of your throat.

In regards to grooming, Chilchuck is no animal, but he’s definitely a “what you see, is what you get” kind of guy. Whether he’s unkempt ultimately depends on whether he has a steady partner. (And YOU KNOW he’s got the salt and pepper look going down there too).

Laios:

Laios is cut and has a pretty pink round tip. His length shows regardless of whether he’s turned on or not. He’s big enough to have to adjust himself frequently throughout the day.

When hard, Laios is about 7.5 inches and is on the thicker side. 

He’s slightly curved and has some prominent veins down his shaft. 

His dick is very reactive during sex. It’s leaking, twitching, and making itself known pretty quickly. (It’s very easy to get an actual, LITERAL rise out of Laios.)

(Horrible headcanon, I know) But everyone in the Touden party has probably seen Laios erect at some point because he gets very excited at inopportune times and pops boners. Obviously, he’s not going to expose himself to just anyone, but it’s best not to draw attention to it when it does happen.

His favorite kind of attention to get is soft and slow, but he’s either quick to release or desperate to get your hands and body elsewhere before it’s all over too soon. 

His sensitivities will cause him to cuss and ramble under his breath, but praise you all along the way.

Laios loves to melt underneath your touch and craves body worship. His favorite is having your mouth kissing his cuts and scars and your hand slick with spit against his cock. 

He drools during sex as well, totally lost in the feeling to notice it trickle out and onto you.

Because he shaves his face regularly in canon, I also see Laios taking great care of his pubic grooming when it’s convenient for him during his travels. He’s great at keeping everything nice and tidy down there.

End Notes: Life has been super crazy for me lately and I'm just happy things are settling down to a point where I can write again. I've (clearly) been doing a lot of daydreaming at work and it's so nice to get all the words out again...I think I wanna start reading more too!

I'm always an ask away if you ever wanna talk about fictional men or gossip 🖤

Minor edits will be made if I find any mistakes and constructive criticism is always appreciated! (Just don’t be an ass about it 👀)

Credits: Dividers by @/cafekitsune, Cover art from the Delicious in Dungeon Manga, eggplant was something on Canva bc I can't afford to pay Adobe so I can photoshop these teehee

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A Mangrove Tale

This is longer than I anticipated (still kinda short) and I also unexpectedly got really into it while writing, so I hope the logic holds up… uh, anyway, hope you enjoy! :)

Contains: mangrove dryad x mangrove merfolk reader, heat, dub-con, tentacles(kinda), big 🍆, lots of 💦, belly bulge, cumflation, creampie, rough, multiple rounds and multiple orgasms, some aftercare, NSFW & MDNI

Tall seagrass swayed with the current of the tides and tickled your belly as you swam. Your long tail shimmered beautifully in the sun-flooded water of the ancient mangrove forest, drawing some heated gazes. Pleased with the attention, you smiled and rubbed your tail against the stilt roots of a tree, leaving a pheromone-charged scent note for your potential mates.

Then the roots suddenly moved. Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, you were yanked out of the water and hung upside down before a huge face formed by the grey wood of the mangrove tree. You saw it squint and raise its brows at you, and then the world spun once more as the root tossed you up and you got caught by a few branches, the flexible wood gliding over your sleek and shiny scales as it rolled you around in an examination-like manner.

“What are you doing?! Put me down!” You shouted at the tree, but it was either dumb or plainly didn’t speak merfolk as it obviously didn’t understand you. Rather, it seemed intrigued, curiously holding you closer.

You swallowed and fell silent. Compared to the ancient mangrove dryad, you, this young mer person, were actually really small, almost tiny. But such extreme size differences were normal in the world of merfolk; what was unusual was getting turned on by the wooden gaze of a tree!

‘It must be my heat,’ you thought. It was mating season and you wanted to fuck, your cloaca already itchy from your pent up lust, so even if you went for a dryad… it was normal, right?

Still busy justifying your feeling to yourself, you didn’t notice the mangrove dryad’s movements until you found yourself face to face with what looked like a roughly created copy of you. Made of the tree’s grey wood, yellow blossoms bloomed in its ‘hair’ like little stars, and although the entire appearance was somewhat dull, it still carried that spiritedness unique to living beings.

It took you into its arms, and the branches formed a nest of wood and leaves that was half lowered into the water, allowing you to keep your tail moist.

The wooden copy caressed your hair and cheek, and gave you a stiff smile. At the same time, fine tendrils sprouted from the surrounding branches and tangled with your tail and limbs. They poked and pinched here and there, making your breathing all disordered and your body burn with heat.

Once you were a twisting and whimpering mess begging to fuck, the dryad seemed satisfied. The wooden copy smiled, and some tendrils and flowering branches came together, somehow giving shape to a phallic thing glistening with nectar. It pressed the wooden dick’s tip against your engorged, slightly open cloaca, and easily plunged inside.

The abrupt fullness made you scream with pleasure. You clung to the wooden copy as the dryad’s temporary cock rammed into you, quickly pulling out only to thrust back in just as swiftly, fucking you with such speed that you felt your insides heat up from the friction. Helpless against this onslaught yet ecstatic with pleasure, melodious moans gradually heightening in pitch spilled from your mouth and echoed over the quiet mangrove forest’s water.

Your hole fluttered around the dryad’s cock as you came. Your tail and fingers twitched, and you felt like you were about to turn into sea foam and float away from bliss.

The mangrove dryad’s wooden copy of yourself observed your expression as you orgasmed. It saw your eyes roll back, saw you cry as you came, saw your chest heave as you returned from your high… and it also saw you unhappily pout and squirm upon realizing the dryad’s cock made of wood and tendrils had actually stopped moving. You scratched at the stupid thing and your tail slapped against the shallow water in the leafy nest, demanding for it to continue. The just pacified heat was now coming back, rising quickly and irritating you.

Unfortunately, the next time it moved, the dryad actually pulled out!

Just as you thought you were about to be dumped after just one round, you saw the dryad’s cock… grow bigger. It secreted a viscous nectar that dripped onto your tail, and once more rubbed against your entrance, the tip alone already making you feel full when it pressed inside.

The dryad slowly penetrated you with its makeshift plant dick, letting you feel each and every ridge as it scraped against your soft walls and teasingly poked at various spots. Rubbing here and there, thrusting lightly as if to start another round only to quickly stop again, slicking up your entire cloaca with its fragrant nectar and swelling a little more in size to make you tightly envelop its huge length. It made you feel so full and stretched like never before, perfectly soothing those unreachable itches that always came with your heat, and the only thing remaining on your mind was to get fucked.

Only now did the dryad start moving properly. It completely pulled out only to dive back in right away, reaching your deepest depths and nudging your core. The squelching sound of fluids being pounded into you filled your ears together with your loud moans as the dryad fully pulled out and thrust back in a few more times, and somehow it still felt like its cock was still getting bigger. You had the illusion of your cloaca gradually being stretched till it couldn’t close anymore, that once the dryad was done your hole would be overflowing with nectar and pollen…

With the last deep plunge, you came again. Your voice was already feeling a little raw and your mind fuzzy, and your muscles were getting tired from tensing and relaxing repeatedly.

At this moment, the wooden copy moved. It plucked a little yellow flower from its ‘hair’ and delivered it to your mouth. The flower tasted sweet, similar to how the nectar smelled, and when you swallowed it down you felt a little more energized than before.

The wooden copy fed you a few more flowers before retreating, becoming one with the nest. As a result, many little yellow flowers bloomed all around you like stars, all within your reach so you could eat whenever you wanted to.

Then the dryad started the next round. Its huge cock made you bulge like you were pregnant with hundreds of eggs and you trembled every time it thrust into your core, feeling drunk as it fucked you through the echo of your second orgasm.

Your hands dug into the waterlogged nest, squeezing a handful of leaves and flowers as you tried to hold on, and you meant to feel the dryad pause for a moment. Then the nest around you, the tendrils caressing you, and especially the dryad cock still deeply penetrating you, pulsed as if the dryad had just received some great stimulation.

Before your mind could clear and figure out what was going on, the dryad resumed fucking you, ramming into you with renewed vigor and frenzied enthusiasm. Your hands tightened and you once again felt the dryad pulse, throbbing even, and its movements growing a little sloppy. Then it came.

Pollen mixed with nectar resulted in a cool, thick liquid that erupted from the makeshift cock and shot into you in a clearly perceptible stream. It pulled out just as you came from the sublime sensation, allowing its seed to gush out of your gaping hole and dribble down your beautiful tail, blending with the surrounding water.

The plant cock, still leaking with its own unique cum, caressed your cloaca and felt you quiver beneath it. You moaned softly, your voice a little hoarse from screaming out your pleasure, and a little tendril found its way into your mouth. The soft and thin plant part rubbed against your tongue in an almost affectionate manner and then wrapped around it, gently stroking it. At the same time, the dryads cock went back in.

Your hole was so slicked up that it could easily slip back in despite its frightening size, and every quick-paced thrust pushed its frothed up cum both out of and deeper into you. The cooling feeling the cum had given you soon faded amidst the enthralling friction, replaced by a deep yearning for more.

You tugged on the flowers and the dryad shuddered, going even faster while also stretching out more tendrils. They hooked onto your tail and crawled up the shell of your ear, grazing your elbows and waist and grabbing hold of your nipples, squeezing and pulling and rubbing them into swelling, aching as they deepened in color.

The double stimulation triggered another orgasm, your hole clenching and cum splattering as the dryad fucked you through it, making its little yellow flowers gradually really look like stars.

By this point, you felt like you were being fucked from one orgasm into the next. Your tail kept twitching and you tensed around the dryad’s cock so hard it had some trouble moving for a moment. Its cock wriggled inside you, as if the plant was rearranging itself, and you cried as you came amidst the strange sensation.

As if excited, the plants part wriggled even more. You seemed to feel them split apart to lightly rub along your walls, stirring up its cum and your own fluids. And then they throbbed, coming again. The fragrant cum easily overflowed, and it was even smeared all over you by the dryad’s tendrils.

The dryad put its flowering branches and tendrils back together, forming two cocks this time. They were thinner than the original cock yet still managed to make you feel fuller as they thrust into you just slightly out of sync. It was a weird feeling that made you writhe, and the tempo wasn’t fast enough compared to before.

The dryad however didn’t particularly care, just holding you tighter as it pleasured itself with you and once more spilled its seed. Finally, the thing fused back into one large cock that plugged your hole and locked the gushing cum inside you. It resulted in an even bigger bulge than what the cock already caused, making it nearly impossible for you to see your tail fin.

You felt so full and heavy and lightheaded and everything was blurry. The dryad kept its plug on your cloaca yet still managed to keep fucking you with its plant cock, shoving a little to penetrate deeply. It made the liquid slosh around inside you, mixed with your hoarse cries of ecstasy.

Sparks constantly ran along your nerves and reached into your fins and fingertips and scalp as you were fucked into overstimulation. Even the smallest touch of the little tendrils made you twitch and shudder, and your cloaca and insides felt sore and numb. And yet you still came when you felt the dryad’s pollen and nectar pump through its cock and spurt into you, eliciting a silent shout from your raw throat.

The dryad gave a few more light, sloppy thrusts, and finally came to a halt. It held still for some time, enough time for your soul to slowly return to your body and your body to start shutting down in preparation for sleep. Then its plug slowly deflated and the gallons of cum started spilling out, causing your still sensitive cloaca to start to flutter. Once the makeshift cock was completely out of your hole, the cum just started flowing with each breath. The feeling of stuff flowing out strangely brought you pleasure, and when the dryad suddenly, mischievously pressed a tendril against you, the cum suddenly squirting out of you actually squeezed one last orgasm out of you before you passed out.

The dryad froze for a solid second. Its tendrils dropped in a silent sigh, and it waited for a while before reshuffling the branches forming your nest and letting some fresh water wash over you. It slowly washed you, massaged your swollen belly and tail to clean its cum from you, letting the entire mangrove forest know what a good mate you were as the scent of your desires spread through the water.

But for this mating season, you belonged to the mangrove dryad.

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