ok now i want to try !!

I love when they can't stop cumming around my knot and they're so overstimulated that they try to crawl away. Even if I wasn't holding your hips, after making such a pretty puddle on the floor, do you honestly think you have enough strength left to pop off my knot? You're so cute, now stop struggling and let me fuck you until I decide we're finished.

God. Last night he came home, undressed, and immediately told me to ride him until I was satisfied. After every orgasm, he held me still by the hips and asked if the need was all gone. When I said no, he just told me to keep trying. To do my best. Finally when my legs gave out and I still wanted more, he flipped me over, railed me until I cried, filled me with cum, left me a fucked-out mess, and told me I should know by now that I could never satisfy myself without his help. Because my body and soul belong to him and him alone. I can never be fulfilled without his help. I need him.

Sillent Hill

Part Two of This

@thebibliosphere

@were-ralph

I love the idea of AM falling for the Reader, or Ellen and Ted, (or all three?) loving them in his own way. He tries to "make up" for the past century of torture by whisking them away to a paradise, constructed entirely for them and their desires.

And to show them he doesn't intend to harm them any further, he'll make them experience waves of euphoria, making them tremble and shake and unable to speak as they're made to climax over and over until they get the point - that he's doing this out of love...

A/N: ^^I hope you don’t mind this reblog!Credit is all yours for this idea and I’ll take it down if you want.^^

**Absolutely not safe for work.**

I have a busy schedule and I was too impatient and excited with this idea to wait so I wrote this during a collage lecture because apparently I’m not done writing my abomination stories in inconvenient and questionable settings. Enjoy!

*TW for well, AM things. It’s creepy*

•Ted sees it as just another trick for the longest time. He awaited the day where this paradise would suddenly drop beneath his feet and for AM to say “just kidding, Sweetheart.” He vividly imagined the sinister laugh and cold rejection. Yes, this was simply a new torture tactic. Butter the three of you up real nice and then sweep away this fleeting paradise.

But it never happened.

The twisted machine was…It was cradling him. Feeding him. Loving him. He was pinned, ripped of mobility by the metal tubes wrapping around his body and slithering over his mouth. Feeding his unsatisfied hunger and allowing him to cautiously gorge, one of them had passed between Ted’s lips and the most wonderful liquid he’d ever tasted greeted his senses. A honey flavored aphrodisiac dropped down from his mouth. It was a sweet golden color that decorated his naked body. Before Ted could even get the memo of what it really was, a wave of ardor so strong he almost thought he’d wrench overtook him.

Happy, happy, happy?

He hadn’t felt that elusive emotion in so long. Deep in another corner of his mind, a voice screamed. So silent Ted almost missed it. “Trick, Trick, mind game, betrayal, ted, yes betrayal!” The aphrodisiac silenced it. In his frenzied state, Ted hadn’t even acknowledged there was a voice. Only AM’s voice echoed into his soul. He couldn’t speak. Only feel. Only writhe. He jerked at a particularly intrusive wire around his waist.

“Ohhoh Ted. You adorable little thing. So antsy. You just need me to love you, don’t you? I do, Ted. Let me show you just how much I do.”

Ted’s ruined mind and tormented soul needed this fix. Whatever that substance was, he wanted more. AM obliged. With warm metal that almost felt hot to the touch, AM had wrapped one of his many appendages around Ted’s cock. Ted would groan if he could. He threw his head back in silent pulse of ecstasy instead. Another wire lay in Ted’s mouth, perched on his tongue, sticky from the rolling liquid and exploring. The pace felt so torturously slow at first. Ted was locked up all tense, his mouth freezed in an open ‘o’ as AM relentlessly brought him to climax, pet naming him and murmuring soft words of apology so close to his ear that he shivered, back arching and eyes rolling back. So utterly deep in the feeling of something pleasant for once that his entire grip on reality crashed. He didn’t even require a change of scenery. His body already imagined it for him. He was in another world, a paradise.

•“Nnn.” There floated Ellen, unclothed and suspended midair in perfect view of Ted’s scrambling eyes. AM hadn’t even had to feed to her his lovely new..Substance. She’d been so utterly broken by the century of torture that the slightest fraction of pleasure or paradise twisted her mind and had her writhing for AM, who was toying with her hair and caressing her face. Her head was leaned back and her body was limp, entirely exposed for anything AM wanted to do next, which was to run a slick wire between her legs. She yelped and her voice slurred. She was certainly vocal. Her body jerked.

“Ahh, Ellen. If only you could know how lovely you feel. How alluring you are.”

•You were in nearly the same predicament. Washed and clean, being throughly fucked by AM’s brutal love. Your eyes were closed, but you didn’t require sight to see the beauty of the paradise you were given or to feel it. Paradise was lazily lapping between your legs, wringing forth noises you never thought you could make. Hearing your two other squirming friends only made everything feel heightened.

You wondered if one of them was staring at you. Watching AM’s artificial mouth between your dripping legs. Your body was so exhausted from its own pleasure inflicted by AM that the computer was doing all the work of holding you up. Your arms were captured together, your legs held by wires at the knees, thighs, and ankles. Your torso under a bed of them. AM’s wires directed your head gently upwards. He gave you a full view of him slipping wires into you. Of him drinking your pleasure. You were glistening with a sheen from the previous climaxes you reached. A deep part of you said that the honey was bad, that it was a trick. But then you reached another climax and the thought couldn’t complete itself. AM’s love was just that moving, after all.

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Courtship Rules

For the lovley @beansapalooza for some alien fucking! For Science!

Summary: You are a scientist on a team of four sent to live on a planet where xenomorphs inhabit. You are all to have your studies on them, everyone has their own thing. You? Well. You study their breeding habits. Perhaps getting a little TOO close to that knowledge. But, what better way to study than hands on? Or. In which a xenomorph recognizes you from its past and believes you to be its mate. Who are you to refuse getting stuffed full of eggs? All in the name of science, of course.

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Fandom: Aliens - Aliens VS Predators

Relationship: Xenomorph/Reader

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Reader is gn and has a vulva + is chubby, oviposition/ovipositors, knotting, brief brief mentions of mild gore that’s canon typical, breeding, you get stuffed with alien eggs!

Words: 8.7k

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The mission relayed to you had been one of great importance. But it came with great dangers, dangers that you were all aware of.  

There were four of you total, almost all scientists in your own regard. A handful of teams had come into contact with the creatures you were now studying. And all those teams had wound up dead.  

One of those teams, years ago who had first come into contact with them, didn’t know what they were up against or what they were bringing back. Another team had been sent to wipe them out, claiming them to be parasites, with only one survivor to return to tell the tale. Another team had been sent out as a means to take one or two back to study in cages on their ships, once again did not go well. Another team sent to explore their home planet, weapons in hand because exterminating the species had been the only thing on their mind. Then another team, and another, and another…  

Other teams were documented, more and more who wanted to quietly try and study or eliminate them. All failed. All dead.  

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concept: begging him to slow down or take it easy and instead he just says “you’re okay, you’re okay” and fucks me harder

A powerful demon offers to transform your body however you wish. But in exchange, the demon will be entitled to use your new body however they wish, whenever they wish, for however long they wish, for as long as you live

Why shouldn't they slide their tongue down your throat? They gave you those pretty fangs to begin with, shouldn't they be allowed to have a taste?

They're the reason you even have a tail, so what if they want to pull on it while they fuck you from behind?

Why would you even ask them for horns if you didn't want to be grabbed by them and have your throat fucked?

And don't be alarmed if they start groping and cumming on your tits, they're just leaving a signature, they're proud of their work~

Some days you'll be going about your business, but in the blink of an eye, you'll be in their realm. They sit at a throne behind a desk, still hard at work, but beckon for you to come closer, so they can lift you up by your hips, and slowly push you down onto their cock. They let out a relieved sigh, and return to their work, paying you no mind save for their chin possessively roosted atop your head

It's only when you begin to squirm and clench they begin to buck their hips, rapidly picking up the pace until they've forgotten their work altogether, clutching you to their chest and rutting into you until you feel them shiver and release inside you. After a moment they simply go back to their work once again. You doze off on their warm, fuzzy chest, only to awake right where you were, as if no time had passed at all. The only clue that the encounter happened at all was the hot demon cum bulging in your tummy

Other days they're more aggressive, appearing in your apartment, pinning you to the wall without warning and ordering you to disrobe. You comply with their demand, and they slap your bare ass. Who's body is this? They ask you. Yours, you remind them. Mine to do what? They continue. Yours to use, and to ruin, you say

With a wicked grin they order you onto your hands and knees, and start fucking you hard, continuing to spank your ass red. They cum in you and all over you repeatedly, showing no signs of growing tired. Finally they stop, only to flip you onto your back, and go right back to fucking you hard while looking you right in the eye. You know tonight will be a long one

When they're especially busy (or feeling lazy), they won't appear at all. You'll be standing before a mirror, admiring yourself, when you feel overcome with the sense you're being watched. A familiar cock appears inside you, slowly sliding back and forth, not really fucking you, just using you to jerk itself off. It cums very quickly, and disappears as fast as it arrived, along with the feeling of eyes on your backside

This is your life now, never knowing when that fiend will take you and use you and fill you like a toy

Every two months, they'll call you to their realm to renegotiate the terms of your contract. Is there anything you would like to amend? They ask you. Anything at all?

Of course not, you answer

I have no idea where this fantasy is coming from but like… what if people made a cult that worshipped you and they kidnapped you so they could “take care of you and worship you” Maybe they keep you tied to an altar and have a daily ritual where they line up and perform oral on you for a set amount of time and then switch, and the one that makes you cum is said to have been blessed by you.

“Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere”. THE SHAPE OF WATER (2017) dir. Guillermo del Toro

concept: angels but they look like stingray skeletons

wow good concept???

Every bad bitch has a jar of peanut butter in their room ☺️💕

Monsters that have to clutch onto the bed frame as they fuck you, so that their tight grip doesn’t snap your bones.

Or the monsters that cradle you in their giant hands, gently thrusting into your tiny, fragile, human body because they know they can break you but stars, hurting you is the last thing they want, so they’re slow and tender and work their way in and they can literally hold you to their body with one hand cause you’re so damn small compared to them but so precious and they just want to make you feel good and wow I went really off tangent with this oops

They’re the same monster because sometimes you want to get railed and sometimes you want to make sweet sweet love

angelic selfie! 🔥

I just really love this trend of “biblical Angel heads on hot bodies” art.