#shapeshifter kink

[dcigar]

Alex.

By day, he was a mild-mannered accountant, crunching numbers in a sterile office. But by night, he became someone entirely different.

It all started innocently enough. One evening, Alex stumbled upon a leather shop tucked away in a dimly lit alley. Curiosity piqued, he ventured inside, drawn by the smell of rich, supple leather and the promise of hidden desires.

As he ran his fingers over the sleek jackets and rugged boots, something stirred within him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, a sense of exhilaration mixed with a hint of taboo. And when he slipped on a leather jacket, the world shifted.

Suddenly, Alex felt more alive than ever before. The cool touch of the leather against his skin sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but admire his reflection in the mirror. Gone was the shy accountant; in his place stood a confident, powerful man.

From that moment on, Alex's life took on a new rhythm. He sought out leather wherever he could find it, reveling in the way it made him feel alive and free. He attended leather events and gatherings, immersing himself in the vibrant subculture that welcomed him with open arms.

But along the way, Alex faced challenges too. He grappled with his own insecurities and fears, worried about what others might think of his newfound passion. Yet with each step he took, he found strength in his authenticity, embracing his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather.

And as he walked through the city streets, head held high and leather-clad, Alex knew one thing for certain: he had discovered a part of himself he never knew existed, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

One fateful evening, Alex decided to take his exploration of leather to the next level. He ventured into a renowned gay leather club, drawn by the promise of a community that understood and embraced his desires.

Inside the dimly lit club, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of leather mingled with the heady aroma of cigars. As Alex made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over him.

It was there, in the heart of the club, that he discovered his love for cigars. Entranced by the sight of men puffing on their smoldering sticks, he hesitantly accepted an offer to try one for himself.

As the rich, earthy flavor enveloped his senses, Alex felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had experienced before. The smoke danced on his tongue, filling him with a sense of warmth and contentment.

From that moment on, cigars became a staple of Alex's leather-clad adventures. He relished the ritual of lighting up, the camaraderie shared with fellow enthusiasts, and the way the smoke added an extra layer of intensity to his experiences.

With each visit to the leather club, Alex discovered more about himself and the vibrant subculture he had become a part of. And as he indulged in his love for leather and cigars, he found a sense of liberation and empowerment that he had never known before.

As Alex continued to immerse himself in the leather community and embrace his newfound passions, he decided to take another bold step: he grew a beard.

At first, it was just a stubble, a hint of rugged masculinity that complemented his leather-clad persona. But as time went on, Alex let his beard grow longer and fuller, until it became a defining feature of his appearance.

With each passing day, the beard became more than just a symbol of his masculinity; it became a symbol of his confidence and self-assurance. Running his fingers through the coarse hair, Alex felt a sense of pride in the person he had become.

As he walked through the city streets, leather jacket hugging his frame, cigar smoke trailing behind him, and beard framing his face, Alex felt like he was truly living life on his own terms. And with each passing day, he discovered new depths to his identity, finding joy and fulfillment in every aspect of his journey.

With his confidence soaring and his sense of self solidifying, Alex delved deeper into his exploration of leather. One day, while browsing through a leather boutique, he stumbled upon a pair of leather chaps.

Intrigued by their rugged appeal and the way they showcased his legs, Alex couldn't resist trying them on. As he fastened the buckles and adjusted the straps, he felt a surge of excitement course through him.

Stepping in front of the mirror, Alex admired his reflection. The leather chaps hugged his thighs snugly, accentuating every curve and contour of his body. He felt powerful, alluring, and completely in command of his desires.

From that moment on, leather chaps became a staple of Alex's wardrobe. Whether he was strutting through the streets or dancing the night away at the leather club, he always felt like the truest version of himself when he wore them.

Embracing his love for leather chaps was just another step in Alex's journey of self-discovery. With each new revelation, he felt more liberated and empowered, unapologetically embracing every aspect of his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather. And as he continued to explore and celebrate his passions, he knew that the best was yet to come.

More to come…

[milkyhoneybee]

trans man who gets shapeshfiting powers and gives himself just an absolutely massive, thick monster cock, but he's still new to his powers and doesn't account for all the biological processes that need to be adjusted too, so it makes him lightheaded and dizzy and he forgets not to make the whole thing as sensitive as his tdick was, and his partner is just laughing as they stretch themselves out on his massive dick, teasing him as he's unable to do anything but act like their dildo as they ride him

they both discover he forgot to give himself a refractory period and he passes out while he's still filling his partner with cum after several hours

[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.

[transalphabf]

Corruption (2000 follower special)

You are an Angel, pure, light, and always bright. It's hard for anything to take you by surprise, for you know All that is The Will of your God.

Which was why the Demon sat across from you at the coffee shop was so... Unusual.

"Um, it is a special pleasure to make your acquantaince, Mr Demonos sir, but why have you decided to sit with me today? Do you perhaps wish for me to Save you?" You asked with a bright, if uncertain smile.

The demon smiled back at you with an inhumanly toothy smile, sharp teeth glinting in the light for a moment before seemingly becoming more human again for a moment.

"Well, angel, I've been watching you for a little while now and I wanted to finally talk to you." He explained.

You blinked, confused now.

"Watching me? Why? I shan't be corrupted by you! You won't make me Fall or tempt me to the path of dismay!" You insisted, brows furrowing.

He seemed to roll his eyes for a long moment, sclera flashing black for a brief moment as the rain rolled against the window with an especially strong gust of wind.

"I have been possessed by you, from the moment I first saw you. I can See your Halo, your wings, your very Aura, and you have transfixed me!" He hissed, almost accusatory if not for the adoring undertone.

You didn't really know what to make of that, but it stirred something deep inside of you. You hadn't come across a Demon that could See your Holy aura, he was unusual in that sense.

You could See his Unholy aura too, the long, black, curved horns that ran along his head, stopping in points just below his ears. His long, pointed ears, and the long whiplike tail that swished to and fro on the floor. To the humans around you, they just saw two men, one blond, the other dark haired, one clean shaven and pretty, the other with a beard and a little scrappy looking.

"I... Am not sure what to make of that, sir. I certainly did not mean to have some affect to you." You apologised, heat rising to your cheeks.

"Come with me to my home so I may See you in your raw glory." He asked, averting his eyes, a similar heat rising in his own cheeks, bashful about your Might. You smiled, and nodded, offering him your hand, which he took in his own warm one.

It was a quick enough journey to his home, which was opulent to almost the point of gaudiness, evidence of his avarice and pride - sins you hoped to teach him to repent of once he saw your Holiness.

You stood in the centre of his living room, and he sat on the chesterfield couch, dark oxblood red leather as he sprawled and looked up at you. You allowed your eyes to close, and your mortal shell dropped, your Holy aura shining through, modern clothing dropping to the angelic robes you were comfortable with, your dappled white and silver wings catching on the light that emanated from your creamy halo.

He fell to his knees before you, staring up adoringly. You smiled at him, and held a hand out to him.

He took it, and then pulled you forward, causing you to stumble closer to him.

And then his head was under your robes, his hands gripping your thighs as he licked over your cunt.

You gasped, the heat of a tongue over your previously untouched genitalia was searing itself to your very core.

He growled quietly, and threw you down onto his couch, his own mortal shell dropping away as his leathery batlike wings spread above you, his long tail coiling around your thigh, the tip rubbing at your clit, causing you to cry out before his lips fell onto yours, his Unholy hands defiling your virginal body.

You couldn't bring yourself to dislike it.

He was everywhere, kissing and biting at your skin, shredding your robes with his clawed hands, and then smoothed his hands over your chest, admiring the smooth skin he found, before he took hold of your thighs, dragging your hips up to his face as he began to feast on your sweet cunt, long tongue pressing deep into you, touching at something that made your toes curl and your hips rocking into his face as he greedily ate you out, his tail dipping down and pressing into your ass, toying with you. You cried out, experiencing your first ever orgasm, light filling the room as you came. He moaned for a long moment, and the horns on his head seemed to become less blackened.

He then pushed your legs up to your chest and his long, inhuman cock pulsed against your cunt and up to your abdomen, promising to fill you so deeply that you didn't know what would happen.

He pressed into you, the feeling so strange, so new, so holy that you couldn't help but moan out as inch after long, agonising inch filled you, heat in your core that you'd never felt before seemed to drag out forever - until he was so deep inside of you that your stomach bulged somewhat.

And then he was moving, one fistful of feathers holding you and your wings in place, the other holding your legs against your chest, his tail toying with your clit, his demonic cock defiling your most sacred cunt.

And it felt so good, each thrust grinding up against everything you never knew you wanted grinding on. You came and came, and he kept fucking you, the pulse of his cock making you go wild - and then his cock changed shape between strokes. Where it had been mostly human shaped, it turned into a ridged tentacle, and each thrust had it pulsing and changing thickness, dragging against your hole and then seemingly giving you reprieve before changing again into being insanely thick, stretching you out.

You screamed as you came, and his batlike wings stopped being so dark and horned, becoming smoother and more supple.

Finally, his cock settled on another shape, with a bulb at the bottom that seemed to inflate and grow as he got closer to his own orgasm - his knot.

And when he knotted you, you could feel his hot demonic cum pour into your sacred, holy womb. He was defiling the most special place with his unworthy cum, but all you could think of was how good he looked being cleansed by your holy aura - and how his defilement of you had brought you from being the holiest of the angels to being more. His cum seemed to pump for minutes into you, distending your womb a little so you already looked pregnant - pregnancy wasn't something you were certain angels could experience, but if you could, he would ensure you did.

And that had you cumming again, around his enormous cock.

[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.

[ftmdilfmode]

They invade my dreams every night...

Part 2

Tw: ftmpreg, alien abduction, forced impregnation, alien birth, accelerated pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, belly inflation, body inflation, double penetration, monster pregnancy, monsterfucking, shapeshifters

POV: you are a trans man or nonbinary person with a uterus who goes to sleep and has a weird alien dream that feels too real.

You fall asleep and wake up in that office again, with two seemingly different strange men.

"Don't be alarmed, it's us, the same beings from last night. We scanned your subconscious and took the form of men you saw and found attractive so you'd be more comfortable", one, who looks like a younger Keanu Reeves, shirtless in just black pants, tells you.

You blink and recognize the other man as a pornstar you saw online earlier in the day, now wearing the same black pants without a shirt. "Yeah, I'm... Definitely dreaming...." You mutter.

The early 2000s era Keanu look alike speaks again, "yes, your physical body is dreaming. Is there anything specific you'd like to make you more comfortable for today's procedure?"

You shift in your seat, trying to remember what even happened last time. "Look could I just get some drinks on the beach before anything else?"

Suddenly the scene shifts into a sunny Caribbean beach with a big cabana and bar. You get up from where you'd been sitting, which had turned from a bench into a beach chair, and feel the sand under your feet and the sun on your naked body as you approach the bar. The pornstar look alike goes behind the bar and pulls out a bunch of bottles and starts mixing them in a cup.

"I didn't tell you what I wanted," you lean against the bar, not caring that your tits were on full display as you watch him mix.

"I'm giving you something you'll like, mixed with a specific medication for our experiment today." He replied, handing you the finished glass of liquor.

"I guess you can't roofie me in my sleep," you cautiously joke before taking a sip. It tastes like raspberry cream soda, with a hint of citrus. "I'd trust you guys more if I knew what to call you."

The Keanu look alike approached the bar. "Our species doesn't use names. You can call me Paxton."

The pornstar began making a second drink. "I would prefer to be called Declan."

You finished your first drink, barely feeling it. "Declan and Paxton are pretty weird names for alien energy thingies..."

Declan handed you a second drink. "We only picked them from your memories as what you consider normal male names."

You sip the second drink, which tastes like cotton candy and maraschino cherries, nodding. "Right, right.... So what are you planning?"

Paxton smiled. "Today we're going to attempt a more natural insemination of one of our subspecies. Once you've ingested the right substances and the effects kick in, you can pick one of us to be the main inseminator. The other will assist in the experience."

You drink the rest of your second drink, feeling a little tipsy, tingly and horny. "So I get to fuck one of you just... Normally?"

Declan prepared the third drink, smiling slyly as he passed it over. "That's not exactly it, we will have to change form for the process, and you'll have to carry to the term needed and deliver."

You catch yourself playing with your nipples before you grab the third drink, sipping as your other hand moves to your fully erect tdick. You take a big gulp of the third drink, which tastes like grape and Sprite soda, quickly feeling emboldened and aroused.

You eye them both up and down. "Can I see your cocks before I decide?"

Declan and Paxton both take their pants off and walk out from behind the bar, fully erect cocks in hand. Paxton had a 7 to 8 inch long thick, cut cock while Declan had a 8 to nine inch uncut cock that was slightly thinner. They stood there gently stroking themselves and making eye contact as you played with your tdick.

Declan eventually stepped back behind the bar and began pouring more liquid. "Finish your drink, you need more before you decide."

You obey, slamming the drink back as a rush of excitement and arousal flooded your body. You feel your own slick dripping onto your inner thighs as you keep absentmindedly jacking off, focusing on the naked men in front of you. You're handed another drink and you drink it as fast as you can, quickly becoming addicted to how horny these drinks are making you.

You barely notice the next drink in front of you, too busy touching yourself until Paxton stops jacking off and grabs you, pulling you close and lifting the glass to your lips. You press your hips against him, trying to feel his cock against your body as he pours the drink down your throat.

You feel Declan press up behind you, his cock lubed and pressing against your asshole. He lifts your left leg and pushes you forward against Paxton as he penetrates your ass, pushing deep inside of you as you struggle to balance on one leg, your tits pressed against Paxton's bare chest as he forces into your front hole, the two of them thrusting into you hard.

"Choose, slut..." Declan whispers in your ear.

"just like this, don't stop", you moan as they keep thrusting.

You suddenly notice both men changing shape, their cocks shifting inside you, thickening and elongating into knotted tentacle like appendages. Their bodies grow into large multi armed creatures, lifting you up and holding your legs apart as they stretch both your holes.

They mercilessly pump into you before the creature that had been Paxton releases what seems like gallons of cum into your cunt, forcing you to orgasm so it gets better absorbed into your womb.

You pant as they both pull out, dropping you gently onto the sand, and return to their previous forms. Paxton leans down next to you and places a hand on your stomach. "You did such a good job, just relax and enjoy the beach for awhile while my baby grows inside you."

You pant as he helps you up, dizzy and still extremely horny. You look down at your stomach and see it pulsating and slowly enlarging, not as fast as last time, but enough to notice. You rub your rapidly growing bump with one hand and reach out to Paxton's cock with the other.

" can I fuck you both by the water?" You ask, and without a word they both walk you to the edge of the surf, rubbing your belly and tits.

Declan lays down at the edge of the water and you instinctively straddle him, lowering yourself onto him with his cock deep in your swollen cunt. You look up to Paxton's cock in your face and start sucking it lovingly, deep and hard as you grind and thrust your hips against Declan's cock, all the while rubbing your expanding tummy.

It starts to get harder to ride as your tummy grows fuller, and by the time it's as large as an average full term pregnancy, Declan has taken control and is just thrusting hard up into you. He picks you up by the hips and lifts you off his cock, only to slam it into your ass while you pant and moan on Paxton's cock.

You marvel as your belly grows bigger and rounder, hearing Paxton praise you as you suck and ride. "Good boy, you're doing so good. Keep sucking and riding until you push out my baby. You can do this for me, you good little slut."

You whimper as you start to feel contractions, but they don't stop fucking your throat and ass. You feel your cervix stretch and burn, and you try to beg for them to stop, but you can't talk with your mouth full. They lean you backwards, Paxton literally moving on top of you to keep fucking your throat.

You helplessly writhe in pain as you try to push, but it's so big, you're terrified. Another contraction hits and you feel something large stretch out your cervix, but it feels stuck. You push harder, tears falling down your face as you struggle with the cock in your throat.

"Good boy, your body was made for this," Paxton reassures you while thrusting hard into your mouth. "You can take it. Push out my baby like a good boy."

You struggle through another contraction and push, feeling the stretching get worse but thankfully making progress. Another contraction hits and you try again, your body feeling like it's tearing in half. Each contraction getting harder, each push hurting more and stretching your body to its limits.

You finally can't take it anymore. Between both cocks and the pressure, your body is forced into an intense orgasm as you give the final push, a large, strange looking tentacle creature expelling from the lips of your stretched cunt.

"good boy, good boy," Paxton praises as he pulls out of your mouth and cums on your swollen tits, Declan petting your hair and stroking your face while still hard inside your asshole. Paxton picks up his baby and takes it away.

"want me to fix everything for you? Since you've been so good?" Declan asks. You wearily nod, and he pulls a tentacle creature out of the sand. It slithers into your cunt, uncomfortable and slimy, but soon your stomach returns to it's previous size, you feel it clear and shrink your womb before closing your cervix, resetting your cunt to its previous tightness and then slipping out.

Declan returns to fucking your asshole, gripping your lactating tits. "These can stay like this..."

He thrusts hard and finally cums inside your ass, pulling out and leaving you broken on the sand, the waves washing over your legs and cunt.

Then e woke up. Everything seems normal....

"Why do I keep having such weird dreams...? They seem so real...."

[skittishmutt]

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

[trying-not-horny-on-main]

Good Wolfboy - 3/5 - Full

Summary: One day, a faelad (wolf shifter) seeks refuge with an unnamed witch. She encourages him to stay with her and feelings eventually develop.

Tags: [Werewolf] [Romance] [Erotica] [Msub] [Fdom] [Oral] [Fingering] [Shifting] [Werewolf shifting during sex] [Growling] [Knotting]

Content Warning: traumatized characters and mentions of grief.

Notes: This is a completed story with 5 chapters. The length is just over 14k words, making it just shy of a novella length.

Because tumblr's weird about explicitness, I've started a medium blog that I'll link to for non-fanfic things but still put samples here.

Link to Full Chapter Here!

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SAMPLE:

Beaming, he held the umbrella overhead until we got inside.

“I could use taking care of,” I tried the words that he had used the other day.

“Oh! I can run you a bath like before.”

“Not… Like that.”

He cocked his head.

I stepped towards him. When he didn’t move back, I lifted my hands to his shoulders and pressed my front into him in something resembling a hug that he could easily escape. When he remained, I ran my fingers through his hair. “If you want. You can call the shots. You can do what feels good. What feels safe.”

SAMPLE: If you want the sexy stuff, you'll have to follow the link so tumblr doesn't get mad at me. SORRY.

Tearfully, he looked up at me.

“You did good.”

He sniffled.

“Say it back,” I ordered.

“I did good.”

“Good boy,” I stroked his hair. “Good boy. Stay,” I told him.

His breaths were still hitching slightly as we lay down together. The ache between my legs did nothing to hamper the swelling in my heart as I stroked his hair.

“W-was I a good boy?” He asked.

“Yes,” I smiled, pulling him close. “You were a very good boy.”

When I awoke the next day, he was curled up against me, pressing into me but only with a single hand on my chest. Gently, I ran my fingers down his forehead and onto his nose. When his eyes fluttered open, he smiled sweetly. “Good morning.”

“Sleep well?” I asked.

He nodded and nuzzled into me. “Perhaps the best sleep I’ve ever had.”

[otter-pup]

I return with the thought of a shapeshifter partner… he starts off normally sized but you SWEAR as you fuck he keeps getting bigger and bigger. Until he pulls out after multiple rounds and you realize that he’s more than twice as thick as originally and he just smiles and “I can go bigger”

(Not to mention everything else a shapeshifter might be able to do)

- 💫

he's not small to begin with- average, maybe a little bigger. enough for me, definitely, i didn't mind.

by the time i cum once, he already feels bigger, but i brush it off. and then i cum again, and the same thing, but i convince myself it's just from how im squeezing around him. by the third time, though, im sure im not imagining it. but he's not giving me any time to ask questions, fucking hard into me as i choke on my moans.

by the time he pulls out, im limp beneath him, already sure he's bigger before his cock even comes into view. it'd stretched my cunt so good it hadn't quite closed all the way when he pulled out, gaping slightly, clenching around nothing.

he smiles and says he can go bigger. i give a shaky smile back and ask him to, please, go bigger, break my cunt, break me.

he obliges, and tells me about all the other ways he could make his cock perfect to break me the entire time.

[llfreude]

Feeling embraced yet, Liebling?

[gainercrimsonartblog]

How about blueberry Nekuma?

[dreamdropsystem]

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

[goldammerchen]

my pregnant gils are actually gravid and have birds that will turn humanoid-bird hybrids like him (two projects), or is a devil and has fucking pups, that are almost right away send to hell to be raised there (so evil shapeshifter demon stuck with pussy until puppy is out and yeeted). maybe the firstborn will return for mommy and be a fucking weirdo...

[drsarcasticraspberry]

kink rating: rapid tf? like a werewolf transformation but not limited to becoming a Big Dog

-wired-for-weird

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

i think i should be allowed to do this. like as a side-effect of hrt i should be able to grow extra limbs whenever i want? but that's besides the point.

the appeal of rapid transformation is the ability to grow whatever you need as and when you need it like... that's hot. restraining someone and you need your arm to be bigger and stronger? no problem! grow a tail and tease someone with it. slip it inside them and make it dick-shaped all of a sudden. the possibilities are endless!

but also consider a monster that can shift quickly and fluidly between a human disguise and its true, huge form. it could do the monsterfucker equivalent of flashing someone right before they walk into a social event. monster boyfriend (me perhaps. okay it's me) who grows big and huge and sexy on the doorstep to get their human lover all flustered and distracted. then immediately reverts back to normal guy human form before the door opens.

for added spice: human lover getting bent over and railed in the kitchen by huge monster who quickly shifts out of them when they hear a roommate coming down the hall. (the teasing and edging possibilities contained within this idea are endless).

slighly related but i'm also in general a huge fan of transformations not fully in control of the individual transforming. transformations triggered by moonlight, or a certain smell or sound, or certain emotions... all good stuff!

send me a kink and i'll rate it

[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.