#shapeshifter kink

[eldritchpotato]

Benefits of a Shapeshifter GF

Ever been so in love you wanted to climb inside of your partner? Now you can. In fact, wear her as inconspicuous clothing despite the fact that underneath she’s stuffed your holes and you’re on the verge of cumming while out and about.

Now you have a living toolbox for every sex toy and scenario you could ever want. Want a vibrator attached to your clit? Done. Want to be tied down and fucked by the largest dildo you can take? Done. Want to fuck yourself on a tongue the length of your arm? Done, done, and done. She can make every fantasy come true.

Don’t need to worry about strange men coming up to you, she can just split in half and eat them without even making a mess. Problem solved and awkward situation avoided.

Oh yeah and all the kinky sex stuff, she can feel it. Your own dirty fantasies make being her pleasure too. Nothing better than making her cum so hard she can’t keep her shape anymore. Just mind the sharp teeth.

Gives the best hugs.

[atlas-nsfw]

Dragon who can shapeshift into a more humanoid form but they don’t understand human sexual dimorphism so every time they shift they look totally different with a mix of traits that are typically associated with cis male and cis female bodies.

Sometimes the dragon has boobs and a pussy and a set of balls. Other times they have a dick and no nipples but a cartoonishly tiny waist. They forget details like body hair then overcompensate on them at other times. What do you mean humans don’t have scales? Or right you guys are all smooth and squishy.

They just want to be able to play with their human partner without hurting them.

[rs-hawk]

Sounds like a stupid idea but what if there was a male god like creature that was 9 feet tall and had a disabled husband. God daddy helps his poor husband around the house in his wheel chair and helps him with physical therapy, and also he enjoys holding his disabled hubby in his lap���� thoughts?

No this is cute!! For context on this one, I’m Indigenous and I’m gonna make this God Creature believe He’s a child of Wahkontah (the Great Spirit/Creator Spirit). Let’s celebrate Native American Heritage Month a bit. Lol.

Part Two

Your Husband has always referred to Himself as “The Creator’s Child”, well, at least He says that’s the translation. You struggle with learning His native tongue, and have to enroll in some online classes at the Tribal Nation’s Cultural Center. You’re shocked how low the prices are, especially for a non-member. They just smile a closed lip smile and tell you they’re happy someone wants to learn. You know they know you’re learning for someone else, but they keep it to themselves.

When you get sick, you’re worried He will leave you. After all, even if He’s not Wahkontah’s child, He is still a nearly all powerful being. Would He still want you? He never wavers in His love for you. He says He knew this would happen the whole time, but it didn’t matter. You’re still you. You have to adjust to this new way of living, and He is more kind and helpful than you could have ever imagined. Truly a benevolent God. When you lose your ability to walk, He is steadfast. You are His. He is yours. Not even death will change that.

However, one thing He has taken to holding you more often. At first you aren’t a fan, but you get used to it. He holds you in His lap any time He has a chance. When you’re eating. Watching TV. Reading a book. He has you in His lap. You two had never been intimate before as you weren’t sure how, with Him being primarily made of wood and vines, and you’re too shy to ask. He sometimes has a dozen arms or none, and there have been a few times He has forgotten to have a face for you. It’s unnerving, but you love Him just the same. When your wheelchair arrives, He seems disappointed.

“Isn’t my lap good enough?” He asks in a sad voice that reminds you of softly pattering rain.

“It’s great but I have to move around,” you explain as you touch His arm.

That’s when you kiss for the first time. He presses His soft, grass like lips to yours. You lean forward, eager for more. To touch Him. To be with Him. Whatever way that means.

[wanderer-of]

Watched a clip from the new Doctor Who episode and it reminded me that if I were ever to encounter an exact duplicate of myself like a skinwalker or doppelganger with all my thoughts and memories, I give it about 9 minutes before we're fuckin each other nasty style. Like she knows exactly what I like and she likes the same things, we can each both give and receive perfectly fine so like it's just a matter of time.

Idk what to think about this particular thought experiment

[tabbytrout]

When you and your bf are both therian / otherkin [ I'm a shapeshifter and he's questioning kintypes ] so I can always match kintypes with him and we can be silly foxes or wolves orr just happy little critters!! :3

[llfreude]

Feeling embraced yet, Liebling?

[gainercrimsonartblog]

How about blueberry Nekuma?

[dreamdropsystem]

dog "pet me?" emojis modeled after me woof!! - Niko

[trashshouldnt]

give me a niche kink and/or interesting fetish to write about in my book. pretty please :]

[lunaxlee]

Morax | God of History

Art by: michel_angelo_z

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Story: A dragon guards the Library of History. Morax, God of Contracts, is considered the God of History as well due to his age and ability to record certain happenings of the world. They get stored in the Library, hidden from human sight. However, due to his new title as Archon, he had been given gifts by his followers— one such gift is a consort. Another jewel to add to his hoard.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Possessive and overprotective character. Sexual themes; user eggpreg, possible monsterfucking (Zhongli can turn into a dragon, size difference (Zhongli is 8ft tall in this), breeding kink

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[caiusmajor]

Hi! For the three sentences porn: Maybe something Magnus/Perturabo, maybe with some praise-kink or funky shapeshifting? (I have ben thinking about them too much for the last few hours)

Or maybe Fulgrim/N‘Kari? Maybe with some Eggs thrown in or generally snakey-demon-weirdness?

"For most people," Perturabo said, "'Fuck me until I turn into goo' would be a metaphor."

"Don't stop!" said the pile of red goo around Perturabo's cock.

"You're lucky you're my favorite brother," said Perturabo, and kept on thrusting into the happy one-eyed pile of goo around his cock.

[gainercrimsonartblog]

Would Nekuma ever use her siren ability, like to get someone to do something for her etc? Or would she be too nice for that?

Nekuma’s too nice to do that. Plus, it’d be something of a reminder of how her creator has made her do things she didn’t want to do. She has accidentally lured people with her voice (as is the nature of the siren song, regardless of the topic sung), but that was because there’s no predicting when a random person or animal will come by for a casual stroll.

[enbytrees]

I love my dick and I think she’s so pretty, but sometimes I really just wish I could have a pussy for a day so I could let hot women eat me out and finger me.

[cyberrat]

75th Batch Of Fics: 10th Fill

Cassidy/Hanzo – Part 3/4 (ish) – wolfgod!Hanzo; coyote shapeshifter!Cassidy; young!Cassidy (mid 20s); old!Hanzo (mid 40s); virgin!Cassidy; transman Cassidy – Time to do the deflowering!

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Hanzo wants to fuck Cole like this; just the way he is. In his true form so none of his senses will be suppressed as he partakes in this absolutely delightful little treat – but as his humongous cock slides against the pup’s ass and along the protrusion of his spine once, twice, three times, he has to admit that he is simply too big for the shapeshifter.

Cole, admirably, does not say anything. Maybe he does not realize that Hanzo could quite literally rip him in half on his cock. He seems deep in his own head, all sinewy muscle tight as a board and trembling. Waiting and dreading in equal measures for the moment that Hanzo’s cock will cuddle up to his unused, perfect cunt.

Hanzo growls. He wants to lick Cole’s neck while he fucks him but he can’t do both at the same time. His hips keep hunching forward, dragging his dick along the delicious knobs of Cole’s desperately arched back. Fucking him in the oddest way possible while the scent of his ripe, hot peach is driving Hanzo insane.

So he has to reconsider his approach. He does not like it but there is nothing to do about it. Not now. Not when he first has to open this pup up to getting adored by him.

Hanzo shifts his form, moving from a large white wolf into the shape of something more human like. Still big, yes, but not uncomfortably so. His hands drag along Cole’s skinny back, feeling the bit of fur he managed to grow despite his body’s abused state.

Cole’s head turns around slowly. His eyes are wide, staring up at Hanzo throning above him in his human-like glory. He doesn’t say anything at first, only a wheezing little whine escaping him.

Hanzo curls a corner of his mouth up. He pets along Cole’s back again. “Good boy,” he croons, magnanimously.

Beneath his petting hand, he can feel Cole starting to relax downward; the arch of his spine becoming a valley as he starts to present himself. Present his juicy cunt. It’s furry lips are glistening from its own wetness and the ministrations of Hanzo’s tongue.

He can see Cole’s hole, silky and small and perfect. Too perfect to immediately destroy on his other cock.

Hanzo made the right decision. Of course.

He grasps Cole’s meager ass and lightly digs his claws into his skin as he spreads his cheeks; looking at all that he has to offer because it is his right now.

He drags his human cock along his gash, using his thumb to press against his shaft and let the tip gently nudge against Cole’s hole.

The pup is audibly panting. His tail, curved nice and obedient out of the way, trembles with anticipation.

“I’ll make you mine now,” Hanzo purrs low. He can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his cock, strong and unhurried. His balls feel nice and full for his new mate. “I will take perfect care of you, my pet. And I think once I have had my fill for the moment, fucking you raw and pumping you full of my pups… I will have a little stroll in the moonlight and sniff out whoever mangled your perfect body.”

He moves his hips, focusing on being slow despite the heat crawling through his veins. He can push him down later; put his hand on the back of his head and mash his face into the ground while he grunt fucks his squelching pussy-

Yes, he can do it all. But for now, he needs to be nice and slow… nice and… slow…

Hanzo hisses through his teeth when his crown finally pops into Cole’s body. The shapeshifter is groaning open mouthed and delirious. His shoulders start to tilt toward the ground all on their own.

His stump awkwardly waves in front of his belly like he wants to reach for his cunt and feel for himself how it’s getting stretched so mean.

Hanzo’s hand curls around the base of his bushy tail. He needs a lot of tender love and care; someone to take a brush to his fur and make sure there are no devious little pests hiding in it.

He will make time for that later; once he’s bred his pup up and got him secured away.

Once he maimed whoever dared to lay hands on him.

Cole’s pussy might be unused but it stretches beautifully for him. The little mouth suckles on his dick, gripping nice and tight. His inner muscles work all nervous and shy. Absolutely delicious.

Thumb dragging against the vertebrae of Cole’s tail, Hanzo takes care to rock into him nice and slow despite it being absolute torture.

“You feel… divine,” Hanzo grits out between clenched teeth. “A perfect, untouched flower just for me…”

Cole whines in response; high-pitched and a bit panicky sounding. His shoulders have sunk completely to the ground now; absolute submission to Hanzo. When he speaks, his words are trembling so hard that it is difficult for Hanzo to follow along.

“You jus’... you jus’ say that t-to them all right?”

Hanzo tilts his head. He does not know what that is supposed to mean, though he gets a feeling it is meant to be cheeky. And if Cole has enough wherewithal to focus on anything but getting mounted, Hanzo is not doing his job properly.

He growls low in his throat, tilting his torso forward and over the scrawny back of the pup. His cock slides a little deeper still, aided by how the peach’s juices have started to drip. Once speared open, there is no way to stem the tide, though Hanzo is very much of a mind to try and stopper it with his dick.

“You are mouthy,” he croons back. “Amusing.”

Cole does not answer. What little cheek he had possessed has obviously left him as he’s gently forced to get used to being bred. His face is pink and sweaty, mouth looking so soft… Hanzo wishes his tongue were still long enough to reach it and lick inside. Kiss him as deep as he can.

Instead, he crawls into his body in a different way. His cock is bigger than any human’s would be, even in this form. He can see that Cole realizes as much from the tears of overstimulation glittering in the pup’s eyes.

Explosively, as if Cole had forgotten to do so, he exhales a long breath, then inhales shudderingly and whines while moving as if to try and crawl away. Hanzo doesn’t let him, of course. He tilts his head, interested and amused by the pup’s shenanigans.

Cole’s insides are clenched down on him like wet velvet. It is a delirious feeling.

“You can’t go anywhere now,” Hanzo purrs, curling himself further over his new mate, covering his back, hips gently nudging forward still through the slight resistance he can feel. Cole yips, then goes still and cross-eyed.

“We’ve come too far now… wouldn’t want to spoil the fun before the grand finale, hmn?”