Imagine Theres A Slime Monster Living In Your Walls, You Only Noticed It Bcuz Sometimes It Stays In One

Oh man your ‘wearing’ stuff is so good just the idea of getting tied up to, not just a normal centaur but a shire centaur 👀👀 they’re so big that most humans don’t even reach shoulders so you better hope you don’t get knocked up but with him galloping around, his cock will almost defiantly push all the way through to your womb and make sure that none of that cum spills

Well, obviously! Especially with how horsecock functions. That head flaring is no joke, and that’s a solid way to ensure that absolutely no cum is escaping the centaur’s poor toy. It’s not like there would be an opportunity for the cum to really escape in any meaningful way, regardless, not with how I’m tied up beneath him. Impaled, overstimulated to the point of exhaustion, limp, barely even able to vocalize as he fills me yet again - I lost count a while ago of how many times he’s cum, but he shows no signs of needing a break anytime soon regardless of how full I’m getting, regardless of how tired I am, regardless of my begging. Practically no hope of not being knocked up at that point, huh?

I don't need therapy I need one of those gallons-of-cum monsters to make me into a goddamn eclair

I want to be in the corner of a crowded train, not noticing the man nearby stealthily jerking off. When he gets close to cumming, he lifts my dress, pulls my panties to the side, and shoves his cock into me, his hand over my mouth so I can't scream. He thrusts into me for a minute while I struggle before groaning in my ear and spilling all his seed inside me. I feel the warmth of it filling me up. He thrusts a few more times, raping his cum deeper into me, before pulling out and disappearing into the crowd. I never even get to see his face.

Though…. While I wait for the dough to cool.

CW: Christmas themed fucking, bestiality, Santa

I’ve been having this fantasy of being on Santa’s naughty list. But instead of putting coal in my stocking, he stuffs me in his sack and kidnaps me.

Inside, I’m wrapped up in bows and wrapping paper. Immobilizing me, preventing me from screaming, moving, or trying to escape.

When he thinks I’m ready, he takes me out of his sack and merrily ties me to the underbelly of one of his reindeer. Stuffs onto their reindeer cock like a good little cockwarmer and takes off.

I proceed to be fucked over and over above the clouds and over cities. Cumming and dripping on reindeer cock. It seems to enjoy the heat of my cunt too, thrusting inside when we land and cumming into my stuffed womb.

I’m not the only naughty whore on Santa’s list either. Others join with me, moaning and crying as their cunts and holes are ruined by reindeer cock.

At the end of the night we’re taken off and shoved back into the sack, our bodies once more wrapped up in pretty wrapping paper and bows. We’re then left under the Christmas tree of our own home, bloated and dripping of reindeer cum, to be found in the morning.

I love being tied up so I'm on my tiptoes, struggling to keep upright with the tip of a huge dildo in my cunt and nipple clamps pulling my tits upwards. the second my legs get tired and I have to put my heels down for a break, I'm met with my nipples being pulled too far to the ceiling, a vibrator pummeling my clit and a cock far too big buried deep in my pussy

'if it starts to get too much, you can always try getting back on your tiptoes darling. or is my little slut incapable of controlling her own body as soon as she starts getting fucked like the whore she is?'

leave me there for hours as I go between wobbling on my aching legs, and my nipples being tortured whilst I cum over and over

That mating pressed bunny post has stuck with me too much... Could you share any other mating press related thoughts, please?  🥺👉👈 I'll lose sleep over them for sure... (might have to hecking commission you for something along those lines bc whew 🥵)

Hmm hmm let’s see I happen to have another monster fucking draft that includes mating press.

I was thinking earlier about secretly getting bred in semi-obvious areas. Going to hide in a closet (for whatever reason) and finding that something’s nesting there in the tiny, pitch black, space—likely deep in a rut. It pulls you closer and buries you in its nest of random clothes and blankets. Unable to see, suddenly your pants are gone, your hips are propped up nicely, and your legs are pushed back before you feel the monster’s hot and heavy cock sink into you.

Before you can moan or even yell for help, its tongue is down your throat and its hips have met with yours, its balls against your ass. You struggle beneath it stuck in such an intimate mating position as it fucks down into you. Fearful of what’s happening until it cums and you’re filled with a comforting warmth. Thick, sticky, warm, cum rushing from its cock to fill you up.

Nobody notices you being silently ravaged in the closet for hours. Laying there hazy and unaware that you’ve been rapidly impregnated. Messy hole spilling onto the nest and still getting stuffed as the monster adds to its litter…

huge dildo set up on a stool that's just too high for the sub to reach on his own so his dom picks him up around the waist and lifts him over it

he's kicking and gasping, his arms bound behind his back, saying that it's too big and he can't possibly take it, but his dom just shoves him down until the tip pops past the tight ring of his cunt, and then just... lets go

sub yelling and whining as he drops down onto the dildo, unable to kick free or get loose, gravity meaning he's forced down onto the fat cock splitting him open, and then once he IS down, the whole thing crammed so deeply inside him he feels dizzy and pained with it, he can't move, can only just rock on it, can't touch himself

and his dom grins at him and just leaves him to it for a while while he gets on with something else

I know I said I wouldn’t explain further abt portals being drawn On The Hole > portals drawn in panties but hear me out. One, imagine wearing underwear anywhere ever. And then get rid of it. Then imagine getting pumped full of cum anywhere and everywhere and having absolutely no underwear on to catch the load that drips down the insides of your legs as you attempt to keep everyone around you from becoming aware that you’re getting slutted out by something who isn’t even in the room with you. I rest my case

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiac nectar/sap, Plant Monster

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You knew this was a mistake.

Hiking—venturing into unknown trails—was definitely not something you would consider, much less actually do. But your friends, however well-intentioned they were, insisted that you needed to go out and explore, venture outside of your comfort zone.

And so, in order to please them, you booked a guide (nothing drastic, really). It was apparently beginner-friendly, with beautiful scenery and ‘untold’ sights—a glorified leisurely stroll. It sounded perfect for you, a wonderful plan, so you went.

It was nice, manageable until you somehow—miraculously, stupidly—got lost, strayed from the group long enough that they left you in the dust. Finding them should’ve been easy; there were paved trails and distinct signs, yet you managed to get even more lost.

You didn’t know how long you’d been wandering, but you were hungry, thirsty, and tired; you just wanted to rest. How did your friends let you go to this with your incredibly poor sense of direction? How did you let yourself go?

You paused at the sound of rushing water, concluding it was a good idea to follow (you were dying for a sip of water.) It didn’t take long for you to find the source—the walk was not long at all, as if you were already heading in the right direction anyway as if something was already luring you there before the sound.

You stopped at a gate, seemingly golden and decorated with roses. It appears to be well-kept, no tarnish to be seen. Why exactly is there a random gate in the middle of nowhere?

With just the slightest touch, the gate creaked open (you could’ve hopped over easily if it didn’t), and you, with hesitance and confusion, entered. It was unlike anything you’ve ever seen before: a breathtaking garden full of flowers and trees filled with leaves and fruits. It was beautiful. The subtle scent of fruit and nectar only lured you closer.

The waterfall was the first thing you reached. You cupped your hands into a bowl to collect the water, drinking until you were no longer parched. Then you continued, admiring the colorful plants along the way.

You could feel your fatigue leaving you with each step, with each breath of air, yet the deeper you entered the oddly enchanting garden, the sweeter the air became—enticing. You didn’t hear the gate close behind you, too entranced by the view.

Your stomach grumbled, and all you could do was comply with your hunger, plucking a succulent fruit from one of the trees. The fruit was odd, unknown to you; it should’ve made you pause—sunk caution into your bones—but it didn’t. You were hungry before, but now, with fruit in hand, you were starving.

Your teeth pierced its flesh, its juices sliding down your throat as you devoured it. It was mouthwatering, a taste you had never known but now can never forget. You reached for another, and another, and another until you were full—stomach feeling as if it’s one fruit away from bursting. You took a seat, leaning against the trunk of the tree and resting.

You were worried about how you would get back, but you figured (in an attempt to stay positive) that they would eventually send out a search party and find you. After all, you found this place pretty easily, and you couldn't have strayed that far, right?

Your eyelids felt heavy; even with the sun still up, you felt exhaustion weighing on you. A small nap wouldn’t hurt.

You still felt so tired, not knowing you had already slept for jours. You felt warm, limbs heavy, and eyes feeling glued shut—wielded together with exhaustion and enervation. You didn’t move or shift; even if your mind was half awake, you couldn't.

That had a prickling thought of panic rising inside your brain, the rapid beating of your heart and the quickening of your breath being the only indication of your growing distress and anxiety. You couldn’t quite feel your surroundings, your sense of touch dulled, and the grass underneath you was not even a tickle.

A slight pressure met your lips, parting them delicately before slipping inside, stuffing your mouth full with its soft presence. A smooth substance glided down your throat; its taste was sweet and intoxicating. You gulped it down with no resistance, mind growing hazier with each drop.

The muscles in your limbs loosened, relaxing them, making you malleable and compliant. The heaviness faded into something else. You could feel yourself growing hot, arousal pooling in your underwear.

Something wrapped around your body, tugging at your clothes and removing them—taking your soaked panties and leaving you exposed. The thing inside your mouth slid out with a pop, retreating.

Then it—whatever ‘it’ is—raised you in the air, holding you by your legs, blood rushing to your head. You should’ve been alarmed, but with a brain full of cotton, all you could focus on was the throbbing of your cunt. You pried your eyes open, petals filling your vision. Vines enveloped you, blossoming flowers adorning it as it held you upside down, wrists tied together.

It spread your legs, one vine poking and prodding at your folds, soaking in your arousal. More vines slithered to your chest, fondling your breasts and curling around your nipples.

You squirmed, breathy moans leaving you. The vines continued, some slipping past your folds, one pressing against your clit while the other worked you open. You never felt anything like this before, moaning and whimpering for more.

It slipped out, having you clench around nothing with a whine. A large white bud blossomed in front of you, revealing (something you would’ve questioned more had the nectar not done its job) a flowery cock. It’s throbbing and warm as it enters your hole, fucking you with vigor and filling you with its sap, mouth falling open in a cry.

Another stuffs your mouth, and you greedily drink the liquid leaking from it, sucking and slurping with hot pleasure coursing your body. It pounds into you, its cocks hitting all the right spots as the vines fondle your breasts.

You scream when your climax hits you, the pleasure overwhelming as your body shakes and shudders, the flowery cocks following and spilling its seed inside you.

It seems the other plants in the garden grow curious, crowding you, feeling you all over, tasting your cum with its vines. They all take turns, another plant cock fucking you once the other ones are done cumming in you.

It repositions you, bending you over as some enter your ass, others shoving more vines down your throat. It’s all too much, making you cum too quickly from having the feeling of it in all your holes.

You have its sap leaking out of you, drooling around another cock as it takes you. It has you cuming over and over again, breeding you as your mind fizzles out from it, only caring about being fucked and filled.

This is all you are good for; this is where you belong, and it thinks so, too

So within two days of each other, Fox News writes an article comparing aromanticism and asexuality to pedophilia, and then Matt Walsh releases a video saying asexuality is a mental illness and asexuals are tricking teenagers into having depression.

Not sure what’s going on right now over in Conservative World, but it’s a hell of wild U-turn for them to suddenly switch from “Oh no! The left is sexualizing our children!” to “Oh no! The left is asexualizing our children!”