r/facehuggernsfw

That lucien post was pretty good so I animated it.

(Best with headphones)

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I struggle helplessly in the thick webbing holding me pinned to the useless droid, the cold damp air of the nest soaking my bare skin where my uniform has been torn open.

The Knobby White Spider casually straddles over me, it has the time after all, with the webbing trapping me down I’m not going anywhere.

It lowers itself down over my head, I stare helplessly up, panting hard, chest heaving as I breathe through the edge of panic.

I clench my fingers, struggling and straining but the webs are like glue, trapping me like a fly.

The giant alien spider lines itself with my head, hovering maybe half a metre away, close enough to see every detail of its sexual organs.

The wet, dripping flaps flower open grotesquely as its thick, long ovipositor cock slides out, dripping with goo.

It writhes and wriggles through the air towards my face as the heavy creature makes a low groaning, guttural laugh of sexual triumph.

The bluntly flared cock tip presses against my lips, smearing juices across my mouth as it pushes and presses, trying to prise open my lips.

I scream a muffled cry for help but there is no help for me, just more of these creatures and my creature, and he isn’t feeling helpful.

My creature pushes harder and hard, thrusting his heavy ovipositor cock again and again into my lips. It stamps a foot impatiently then it forces my lips apart.

My screams are quickly cut off as the thick heavy, meaty cock fills my mouth with its foul juices and gross taste on my tongue. I clench my fist in impotent rage.

My eyes water as I gag at the sudden intrusion as my creatures cock stretches my throat as it forces down inside me.

Blinking back tears I stare up, my neck bulging from his thick organ impaling my mouth, more of his impressive length filling into me as I swallow him down.

I watch as the first of his eggs pump down his ovipositor cock, slowly bulging down his length until I feel the intense heat against my lips.

His egg forces my mouth open as far as I can as it fills me.

Tears start to roll down my cheeks as he forces his egg down my throat, I swallow helplessly, gulping loudly as it bulges my neck as it flows down.

My creature is not done yet, more eggs pump down as I close my eyes, unclenching my fingers as I submit completely to him.

Hello there i'm looking for a female partner to explore some roleplay ideas involving facehuggers, xenomorphs, chestbursters.

I would love to explore the horrifying fate of chestbursting. If that isn't for you we can explore the horrifying process of being assimilated by a facehugger and the transformation into a sexy xenomorph (identity death required.). Or the horror of eggmorphing. I'm happy to discuss the details with you in chat.

Bonus points if you are interested in playing a facehugger or xenomorph for male victim!

Pairings i'm looking to explore

You and a facehugger.

Me and a facehugger.

Us as a pair and facehuggers/facehugger.

You and a facehugger and xenomorph.

You and a xenomorph and alternative bad end fate (eggmorphing and more.)

I'm looking forward to discussing more details in a chat lass!

For weeks now women have been disappearing from their homes only to be found later on, their chests destroyed.

Sera, a red jenny elf hears about this and investigates, assuming it is just some sick murderer

She is completely unprepared for the reality of the situation and she falls victim to the truth.

Basically looking to play as Sera as she gets facehugged, impregnated and then chestbursted as the latest victim.

Art by me lastcallforsin

Don't you just hate having something on your face...?

This is a part of my ongoing Tri-State story, fully canon. It's not a continuation of Blondie's story but rest assured that will be coming soon.

Tri-State University boasts some of the best academic and athletic teams in the nation and yet it seems even this sweet, secretly nerdy girl who used to wear glasses and braces couldn't stop a facehugger from loving on her face. This is without a doubt my longest story at nearly 7,000 words. I just can't help myself sometimes. It's a little kinky, a little intense, so you've been warned. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1

College was always meant to be a fun time for someone like Sierra Hollins. It was supposed to be a new beginning. Gone were the days of Sierra's dependence and forced complicity to whatever her mom and sister's wishes were in the old house. Gone were the days of high school where Sierra was bullied for being a nerd with glasses and braces. No more getting stickers that said "Kick Me" taped onto her back as she walked through the halls or getting ambushed, only to get the worst wedgie of her life. Sierra was proud of herself for coming so far. Here she was, a long, long way from home living on her own in one of the many dorms at the prestigious Tri-State university. The little life the woman had started cultivating for herself here made it feel like she could do anything she wanted. That was the promise Tri-State University seemed to offer the lot of its students; give them so many benefits that they just couldn't resist applying and staying. Plus... the alcohol, the sex, and the insane house parties were all perks of college life.

Sierra Hollins was many things. She was an undergraduate at Tri-State University, a very good athlete and volleyball player on one of the best women's teams in the country, a secret low-key nerd who liked books, old sci-fi movies, and comics, even if she could never admit it to any of her new girl friends on campus. But most importantly of all for Weyland-Yutani, she was Subject 17... A valuable host for their facehugger specimens.

The pretty college student with her sun kissed olive skin, silky black hair, and fat ass seemed to have it all here at Tri-State: a full ride to university, a group of friends that actually liked her and didn't bully her on the volleyball team and campus, no more glasses thanks to new contacts, and even some attention from cute guys she had been eyeing up. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong at Tri-State University. Truly, Sierra had no idea what she signed up for when she came to this breeding ground that calls itself a university...

About a year ago and some months ago, Sierra had enrolled at Tri-State. The idea of leaving home and moving far away filled her with a lead ball of anxiety in her stomach as much as it gave her a soaring high that she could finally live life as she chose to. She thought it was, when she reflected on it, the best decision she had made in her life. The second best was dumping her ex-boyfriend.

Sierra had settled in the relatively small college town of Springfield quite nicely since then. She thought of herself as being so lucky for getting accepted to Tri-State. And why wouldn't she? The university had a 99 percent rejection rate. Most students were never even given a rejection letter. Unless they met "special qualifications," a prospecting student wasn't getting in. What were said qualifications? Sierra could never be certain. Sure, Sierra had heard the rumors like everyone else that Tri-State worked closely with that shady corporation Weyland-Yutani and that the company had its fingers all over in deciding the admissions. Maybe the company had their own criteria and that decided who got in or not, Sierra had thought. But so what if Weyland-Yutani picked her over some dumb blondie? That just meant she was better suited to work for the company later on after graduation.

Still, Sierra was feeling more than a little uneasy lately handing all of her information over to the Tri-State Social Network. Her weight and height and location and even sometimes the clothes she was wearing that day were always just available for anyone on the network to look at anytime. It definitely freaked her out on occasion whenever she put any thought into it... It was scary waking up some days and seeing her own blood pressure and sweat levels monitored in real time, even your estimated current mood, all there right on her phone. How the hell was the school doing that anyways? Sierra would wonder at times.

But the benefits of going there were too good for her and the many, many students of Tri-State to resist. The no cost tuition, the free meals from almost any restaurant you wanted, the free transportation to anywhere in Springfield, free plane tickets home, all bills paid for, and the monthly allowance was nothing to laugh at. Sierra had already spent a good chunk of her little stipend buying way too many new books, clothes, even a makeup kit. What wasn't to love about this place?

The people, Sierra glumly thought recently. There were sometimes too many people, even for her extroverted self.

15,000 people, disproportionately female, went to Tri-State University, all of them squeezed into tiny dorms and campus apartments. Putting that many women and a few men into a couple of square kilometers of space had made things crowded. It was fine for Sierra for a while... she used to be quite the social butterfly, going off to sorority parties and around town late at night was all well and good for her. In fact, since Sierra got here a little over two months ago, things were amazing. Her grades were good, the school was undefeated in virtually every sport except competitive international knitting, and best of all she had been eyeing a few devilishly handsome men she'd become friends with. It was only a matter of time until one of them would ask her out... or so she thought.

Everything was ruined a week ago when those Weyland-Yutani vans showed up. The whole university went into a sort of unofficial lockdown where nobody could get in or out. Their university IDs had stopped opening the gates into and out of campus. The faculty and professors started acting weird, too. Like, really weird. Sierra had woken up one night to feel Dr. Ripley, the head of biomedical sciences, taking fucking blood samples from her like she was some damn cow. It was all in her own dorm no less. Dr. Ripley had a crazy look in her bloodshot eyes, Sierra noticed then. It was like she hadn't been sleeping. When Sierra pressed her on why the doctor was in her room, a syringe found itself in Sierra's arm and she lost consciousness afterwards. When Sierra awoke the next evening and having missed all of her classes, she freaked out. Despite complaining to the university police, nobody seemed to care. It was as if they were all zombies under some sort of magical spell from those fantasy books she loved so much. Sierra knew she should've left right then and there, but something in her head told her to stick around; it wouldn't be so bad. It was just one weird incident. There were so many benefits to staying and she couldn't just head back home to tell her family she dropped out of college. They'd... they'd be so disappointed.

Next, students kept disappearing, too. One by one, at least a dozen students, most women, were reported missing and not one person on the university staff seemed to care. Just yesterday, it seemed like everyone in the university was gone or locked inside of their dorms. What the fuck was happening to this town?

Each day that passed, another girl went missing. And these... crates kept appearing in random parts of campus, Sierra noticed. Some were in the dorms, some in the bathrooms. One of Sierra's friends on the volleyball team, Macy, nearly had a heart attack when both of them walked into the locker room and found at least six of those damn crates open. Inside of each of them were strange looking pods covered in a slimy film. Macy swore they were eggs of some sort but Sierra wasn't convinced. Nothing lays eggs a meter tall. They had to be some sort of plant or fungus, she reasoned. Either way, neither girl went to the locker room for the rest of the week.

When a week to the day had passed since the arrival of those Weyland-Yutani personnel in black latex suits and HazMat gear with their creepy vans, Sierra made up her mind. It was all becoming too much. The weird black vans with "Weyland-Yutani Research Division," written onto their sides were laying in ambush around every corner of campus no matter where she went. A few of them seemed like they were sweeping people off the streets and putting them inside and driving to God knows where. The staff were total nut jobs, screaming every time she got too close to a crate. The damn crickets stopped chirping and all of the squirrels and animals stopped making any noise at all around the third day. Sierra thought she was going fucking crazy when she began to suspect even the daylight hours were getting shorter. In truth, she hadn't been sleeping much after the Dr. Ripley incident.

The campus was slowly growing more and more quiet as Sierra saw less people, and the paranoia starting to build in her had the poor girl convinced they were being kidnapped by Weyland-Yutani. It was a preposterous thought, though. Such a large and reputable company couldn't do anything bad like that.

When Sierra saw Weyland-Yutani people setting up checkpoints at the gates to the school, she knew it was time to leave. Cell service was already getting spotty and none of those guards with their big guns were letting anybody through, no matter what emergency. You couldn't even hear the cars on the roads outside of campus anymore.

Packing her bags with shaky hands that night, Sierra stuffed everything she thought she might need into a backpack. Sierra didn't bother changing out of her tight, sweaty uniform. There wasn't much of a point as she saw it. There wasn't time for a shower and she knew she'd need to break through the checkpoint. She was going to be sweating bullets all night. Sierra just prayed she wouldn't get in too much trouble after all this was said and done.

Her black compression shorts, sticky with her sweat, clung to the shape of her hips and the nice mound of her plump, well-built ass as she packed a final item: a small pocket knife that was definitely banned on campus. She could've gotten in a lot of trouble having one of these things. But she figured she was already about to get into a world of trouble. It was better safe than sorry. Sierra could feel the wet suction of her shorts as she strode across the room and the uncomfortable clinginess of her skin tight red jersey. The feeling would have normally bothered the clean freak but Sierra knew she needed to get out of this place, hygiene be damned.

Luckily, she had a plan. Sierra would head to the parking lot outside of her dorm, Dorm Building A, call her mom, and then get in her car and drive straight through one of those check points. She wasn't staying any longer. Things were getting too serious. Sweat was starting to flow in thick droplets over her face, turning it bright and shiny like a polished plate. Why was she so nervous? Sierra ground her teeth together. The braces she was supposed to have already gotten off months ago began to dig into her cheeks painfully. She thought college was supposed to be relaxing and fun. It was supposed to feel safe. But whatever the fuck was going on here, she was not sticking around to see it finished.

Chapter 2

The parking lot was frighteningly silent. It was late summer and yet Sierra couldn't hear a frog, a cricket, or even birds chirping in the trees. In the middle of the bright concrete plain filled with cars in their individual slots, with white halos of light spreading out from tall posts, the darkness of the starless night made the distant sky look like a calm, empty ocean. Sierra always liked how the ocean and cloudy sky would sometimes blend together at night back at her family's home. She missed home, but it was only a short walk to her car and a phone call away... and an attempted breakout through a Weyland-Yutani checkpoint.

To steady her nerves, Sierra sat on one of the creaky wooden benches just outside of the dorm building. She thought it weird that even the resident advisor of her dorm was gone. She wasn't at her desk and nobody was in the lobby. Odd, the RA was usually so friendly and always wanted to talk to Sierra even when she was in a bad mood. Abby, Sierra thought her name was. Sierra hoped she was okay.

On the bench, Sierra pulled out her phone and dialed up her mom. Ring... ring... and ring... It went to voicemail. Sierra tried calling again. It was late at night, maybe her mom was sleeping. Sierra hoped she would answer. She didn't want to just show up at her family home in the middle of the night with no warning.

Once more to voicemail. Four fucking times, Sierra called her mother and each time she failed to answer. Each tone and beep at the end made her anxiety spike further and further until her heart was pounding in the sides and back of her tight throat, until her hands and face and whole body was drenched with sweat. Each unanswered call made her eyes tighten up and tiny streams of tears began to rain down her cheeks. Was her mother okay? she wondered. Was something like this stuff with Weyland-Yutani happening back in her hometown? She didn't know. The last week had made her so scared and paranoid. She had to leave, she had to get out, she had to go home-

Sierra gasped as the deafening sound of a bush moving caught her ear. Her tears stopped their choppy flow and her pulse thundered so loud she almost convinced herself she heard nothing. Sierra swiveled her head towards the noise like a deer being hunted in the forest. The rustling of the leaves stopped almost immediately when she looked. Through blurred tears stinging the contacts in her eyes, Sierra couldn't make out anything. She hated being so blind. It was nothing more than a squirrel perhaps.

Regardless, Sierra knew she needed to go. She rubbed her eyes, though it did little to help the blurriness and the pain now present thanks to the trapped tears under her contacts. "Gah," she huffed. "F-fuck it, I'm a grown ass adult. I'll just explain it to mom when I get there..." She was mumbling to herself. Great. Now she knew she was fucking crazy. She quickly got up, supplies on her, and headed for her car.

But the rustling didn't stop. It was closer this time, a bush just a few meters away was moving more than Sierra was comfortable with. She turned her head, bright white shoes rooted to the ground. If it was a squirrel or something fluffy, it wouldn't have bothered her in the slightest. But if it was a much meaner animal...

Suddenly, there was a screech. In the half second Sierra had to process the ear-splitting noise, she thought it was some sort of high pitched scream for help. But it came from the bushes and what followed out of that little hedge certainly was no animal Sierra had ever seen or studied in biology class.

A beige-colored blur about the size of an extra large dinner plate had launched itself from the bushes like it was a rocket ready to blow. Things moved so fast, too fast for Sierra's blurred vision. A long loop of what seemed like rope was trailing behind the beige blur. If she didn't move, it was ready to slam into her face. Sierra was half-blind, not dumb. She knew when to duck. Twisting on her planted heels, Sierra's shoes crunched against the ground and she dove to her left. Her backpack, which had been loosely slung around her arm, went flying into the wet grass a few meters away.

The flying dinner plate with a rope behind it went soaring past Sierra. Its arc would've caused it to collide with her face almost exactly had she stood still.

Sierra groaned, the wind was knocked out of her as she slammed into the solid concrete on her stomach. Thankfully, other than a few scrapes, it didn't hurt at all. She was used to diving all the time in volleyball. Her ass jiggled and she rolled onto her side to try and find that beige blur again. Rubbing her eyes with her scuffed hands, Sierra managed to get the tears out of her contacts. She would rather have stayed blind had she known what nightmare was before her.

It was no dinner plate at all but instead some sort of animal. At least Sierra thought it was an animal. It wasn't exactly one she had ever seen before. To Sierra, it looked like something that belonged in the prop department of some cheesy horror movie. She really wished it was just a movie prop once she had a better look at the damn thing.

The creature was some five meters away. It had leapt far, Sierra realized. It was a terrifying looking creature. It must have been the result of some terrible genetic tampering or horrible mutation the way it blended spiders, scorpions, and crabs into one disgusting, slimy chimera. The beige-colored creature, wrinkled like soft, wet leather, and with bulging dark veins running through its body, stood on eight legs tipped with what looked like human finger nails... How were they so human-like? Sierra thought in the fleeting moments of peace the spidery thing allowed her.

It was a disgusting sight to even glance at this fleshy creature, one Sierra was forced to endure. It only got worse as Sierra took the rest of the creature in. The thing she thought was a rope was in fact a dense tail corded with muscle and connected to the rear of the critter. It was long with little segments indented into the bone-hard flesh. Whatever that thing used its tail for, Sierra didn't want to be anywhere near it to see it in action. Two fleshy lumps were next to the creature's tail, right at its rear and nestled on either side of the carapace. The lumps looked almost like breast-shaped balloons to Sierra; like they were meant to puff up and inflate. It was vaguely shaped like a hand with too many fingers, an idea her mind kept floating back to. Something about it was just all wrong and sent awful shivers down Sierra's spine.

Her eyes darted briefly past the creature. The car... safety... it was all the way at the end of the parking lot and wedged between two other vehicles. The creature seemed to sense her intentions of fleeing and it didn't like them one bit. No, she was the most beautiful woman the little facehugger parasite had ever seen in its short life and she will belong to it. Standing on its back four legs, the spidery monster flashed a wet, slimy underside to Sierra like it was proud to show her everything underneath that it had been hiding from her. Sierra gagged looking at the bottom, especially when the smell of sex hit her from all the way over there.

The whole underside was a wet, folding sea of moving pink tissues and slime. In the center of it all was a hole, or mouth, or orifice, or whatever the fuck Sierra could call it that she could only think of as a glistening pussy. It was staring right at her like it really, really wanted to sit on her face. "Ew! What the fuck?!" Sierra coughed and gagged as the hole dripping with some sort of white looking slime was parted by a long, thick shaft, like a tongue darting out between two damp lips. The length of the tube was already impressive at nearly eight inches long but it looked like it could go even more. There was some sort of silver-colored membrane that was wrapped around the tube near the base and towards the vulva shaped orifice. At the end of the tube was a tip that tapered off almost to a point with a little dark hole at the end.

It started running straight for Sierra and a terrible, animalistic sort of fear overtook her. It was a fear Sierra had felt before. It was the empty sinking pit that devoured itself over and over in her stomach, churning up waves of nausea and anxiety that pulsed through her whole body. It was the fear that something was coming for you and you could do nothing to stop it. Her mouth, unexpectedly, wasn't getting drier from the fear. It started to get wet. She was salivating, though she couldn't say why. It definitely wasn't her choice. She didn't want any part to do with that disgusting, slimy, monster made from glued together male and female parts with a spider.

Sierra sprung up like a snapping rubber band, standing firm on the ground. Her shorts swished together and clung on tightly, drenched in sweat. Her sticky thighs were stuck together and trembling as she tried to decide if she could out run this thing or not. Sierra was quick on her feet too, she could make a run for it. She just didn't realize how glacial she was compared to the perfect organism. If she did, maybe she would have known to stay in her dorm and curl up into a protective ball against herself.

The facehugger, the perfect vessel for the perfect lifeform. If it could have laughed at how slowly Sierra moved through its heat and carbon dioxide based senses, it would have. Her body was like a warm, bright beacon against the ambient temperature and each time her little panicked breaths came out of her hot, salivating mouth, the facehugger could feel the carbon dioxide in the air from meters away. Its proboscis dripped with fluid bubbling from its tip. The facehugger needed to be with Sierra. It loved her. It loved her so much, she just didn't know it yet. With a screech, the facehugger leapt into the air almost as fast as a running horse.

Sierra saw the danger coming for her. If she wasn't certain before that this thing was aiming for her face, she was now. The tube, she thought. Is it meant to go inside of me? Sierra unconsciously, if only in the dimmest possible way, knew of the true purpose of the facehugger's proboscis. Sierra screamed and specks of spit flung past her lips, teeth, and braces. Sticky columns of warm saliva made pillars between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. They were made to be tumbled down by the thick, warm shaft of the facehugger. Just the sight of it excited the facehugger in the air and the wet proboscis throbbed, aching to plant itself on Sierra's face and coil its tail around her sweaty throat.

But Sierra wasn't totally helpless. The facehugger was off its mark by a few centimeters. That precious gap was all she needed to duck her body to the right and dive for the concrete. The facehugger once more overshot her and flew past, its proboscis only barely grazing the sides of Sierra's lips and her cheeks, leaving sticky white streaks of slime on her face. The adrenaline equivalent was coursing through the acidic blood of the facehugger. It always took precious seconds to reorient onto a missed target and leap again. Those precious seconds could allow the host to easily escape.

"Oof!" The impact hurt Sierra as she went for the concrete once more. Her sizable chest took most of the impact but that didn't mean the landing was soft. It was going to bruise but that was a problem for later. She left her backpack, she could circle back around and get it later. Sierra leapt to her feet and sprinted clear across the sidewalk to the parking lot without even daring to look back. The screeching and hissing that seemed to follow that facehugger thing stopped. Sierra leaned against a concrete pillar in the parking lot to stop and catch her breath. Her eyes scanned the parking lot. It was an open area and she was near enough to her car. She felt a little safer now.

Sierra's eyes searched the parking lot for any signs of the damned thing. Nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief. All she needed now was to get through that checkpoint and she was safe at last.

Then a screech from above rattled Sierra. She made the mistake of looking up to see a long, thick shaft dripping with pearly white fluid onto her face...

Sharing this old animation I did and had saved on my workds, this was originally a video it doesn't look so well in gif form.

Question for you people in the community I know you love the facehugger I do too, however the only model available is old as fuck and clunky as hell as well, now there is this new facehugger type creature available, do you guys like it would it still be welcome in the community? If so maybe I could try doing an animation again, maybe, but I do wanna hear your thoughts so please let me know.

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I get it I get it, Not a lot of people got tastes and you just want to feel a slimy tentacle force those big embryos down your throat.

Dont worry, I'll provide all the satisfaction to your perverse desires. Just know that the hornier you are, the more you want to "blow off some steam" to the rp= the better I'll be😉😉