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aiya, 23, she/her. i’ll homo your sexual ~
my name is aiya! this blog is dedicated to my sticky fantasies. i looove breeding and monsters 💕 (in real life i love older women praising me and maybe giving me kisses? 👉🏽👈🏽)
feel free to reach out & interact! 🥰 if you think i’d enjoy your blog, or have any suggestions of people i should follow, let me know!
my tummy is FAR from flat and i’m delighted to report that with a big enough toy inside me i still get a cute bulge <3
you’re the queen’s favorite member of her retinue not just because you’re her type, physically speaking—although that’s also true—but because you share her taste for more… unconventional pleasures. so it’s no surprise when you arrive at her chambers one day, in response to her summons, to find the royal magician waiting with her. they've assisted the two of you with all kinds of exploits in the past, altering your bodies and granting the queen temporary powers to increase her pleasure, and thus yours, and this time is no exception. they tell you to stand still, assume a phantasmal aspect—their form grows dimmer, and light begins to shine through them—and reach into your abdomen. it's a strange sensation, though not an unpleasant one, and after a moment they withdraw their hand, nod to the queen, and leave, work apparently complete. she snaps her fingers, and you assume your customary position: on the bed on your elbows and knees, presenting yourself to be used as she pleases.
at first, you don't notice anything different when her cock slides into you—it's the perfect size and shape, curved at just the right angle, to make you sob with pleasure—and then you realize that she's pushed deeper inside of you than ever before, with no resistance. "that's right," she says, "your womb is mine to use as i see fit." and as if that on its own wasn't enough to make you mewl with pleasure, her grip tightens on your hips and you feel something tighten inside of you in response until you can feel every thrust, every time the head of her cock pops into and out of your womb—and then her grip loosens and you do, too, and you realize that she can control the tightness of your cervix with just a thought: making it clench until every thrust feels like it's splitting you open, relaxing it so thoroughly that you can hardly feel a thing. she does this over and over again until you come, and then begins to fuck you in earnest, tightening your cervix until you can feel it clutching at her cock every time she thrusts in, every twitch, every tiny increase in girth and hardness as she gets closer to losing herself in pleasure. when she finally comes, she pushes so far into you that you feel the head of her cock pressing against the back of your womb, and that thought makes you come again, arms giving out under you so that you gasp your pleasure into the sheets.
"all right," she says. "get up and make yourself presentable. i want you at the banquet early."
when you stand, you expect to feel her seed dripping down your legs, but nothing comes, and you realize that she's tightened your cervix so much that nothing can escape. as you return to your own chambers, wash, dress over the slight swell of your full belly, and make your way to the banquet hall, you keep expecting to feel a sticky trickle of cum, but nothing happens until the banquet is well underway, with you seated at the queen's right hand and hundreds of subjects gazing at you from the greater part of the hall. then you feel a slight loosening, the relaxation of a tightness you'd almost grown used to, and the tiniest trickle of wetness inside of you. when you look at the queen, there's the tiniest trace of a smile on her face. "something wrong?" she says. "contain yourself, why don't you?"
you try, but of course you can't; she has total control over your womb and whether it holds in the generous helping of cum she left inside you earlier or whether it loosens, letting it gush out all over you in front of everybody. for the rest of the meal, you can feel it trickling out a drop at a time—sometimes faster, sometimes slower, depending on the queen's whims—until finally, when almost all the guests are gone, you feel your cervix loosen entirely. cum floods out of you, soaking your chair, dripping onto the floor, and a few guests look up at the wet sound of it. "what are you waiting for?" the queen shouts. "haven't you got somewhere to be?"
not waiting for an answer, she hauls you up by the collar and bends you over the table. "my, my," she says. "it looks like you've wasted my generous gift from earlier. i'll just have to give you another—and make sure it takes this time." as she slides into you, her thrusts made easier by the lingering wetness and the last traces of her cum, you think about how often the queen has caressed your belly after sex, a speculative look in her eye, and realize she means it—and that you don't mind. after all, your womb is hers to use as she sees fit, and perhaps labor will be easier with her there to loosen your womb and ease your pangs—or perhaps she'll do the opposite, tightening your cervix and closing your womb as surely as with a drawstring, leaving you to struggle and sweat until she's had her fill and relinquishes control once more. either way, you serve at the queen's pleasure—and what better way to do that than as her vessel, to be filled and fucked as she pleases?
Thanks to the mommy doms that HARASS me when I horny post I now want to get railed by a scary lady while I whimper out “Mommy” and “Mama” a hell of a lot more that I thought I did before
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Anjelica Huston as Morticia Addams
T H E A D D A M S F A M I L Y ( 1 9 9 1 )
- dir. Barry Sonnenfeld
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I want to wake up in my own bed to someone pushing sooo deep into me. So sleepy, all I can do is spread my thighs and press my ass back into them as they gently pound me. I’d moan and sigh, never using full sentences, just occasionally whispering “fuck” and “yes”. I want them to start to cum inside me and then pull out and make a huge mess all over my ass and sheets.
you've just resigned yourself to another boring summer at your family's house in the suburbs when you notice the moving van—at first, you think it's just another boring human family, but then one day you notice a tall, horned man standing on the porch of the house next door and you realize that the new neighbors are orcs. of course, you go over to introduce yourself a few days later—you're not a huge fan of way people in the suburbs always expect to be best friends with their neighbors, but you're genuinely excited to see some new faces, and if you're being honest with yourself, you've noticed that they're particularly attractive faces. what better way to spend the summer than by getting to know the hot new neighbors?
they're excited to meet you too, it turns out—not least because they've been looking for a new babysitter. of course you say you're interested; it's not like you have anything else to do, after all. you ask when they need you to start, and they give each other a look and ask if you're free the next night.
you spend the next day finding your most babysitting-appropriate clothes—nothing too sexy, but nothing too boring, either; you want to be fun—and you go over that evening. the husband asks if you wouldn't mind waiting downstairs for a few minutes, and while you're standing in the living room taking in their art—they have beautiful taste, and the room is already mostly finished, even though they only moved in a week ago—the wife comes in and stands behind you, resting her hands lightly on your hips. you'd be lying if you said you weren't hoping something like this might happen, and you press back into her immediately, feeling her cock as it stiffens against your back. she wastes no time undressing you, and by the time the husband comes back downstairs, only a towel around his waist, she's got you bent over the back of the sofa, her cock deep inside of you, hands on your shoulders so she can jerk you back onto her cock even harder.
the husband laughs and says he should have known better than to leave her alone in the house with a hot young thing like yourself, then drops his towel, revealing his own cock, already hard, fluid pearling at the tip. of course it's only natural for you to offer him your mouth, relaxing as much as you can so he can bury his cock in your throat on the very first thrust. you can feel fluid dripping down your throat, and it only makes you moan, which makes him thrust harder, pushing you back onto his wife's cock and making her rhythm stutter. though she's been fucking you for some time already, she holds out for another ten minutes before she shoves into you and comes directly against your cervix, only encountering a moment of resistance before her cum spurts through, carrying her eggs like tiny, smooth pearls directly into your womb, a sensation that makes your eyes roll back as you come too.
it's her husband's turn next. rather than fucking you over the back of the couch, he scoops you up with one arm under your knees and lowers you directly onto his cock, thrusting as he holds you up as if you weigh nothing at all. his cock is thicker, but not quite as long, and it reams you open with blunt efficiency, making you moan and twitch with the aftershocks of your first orgasm as he fucks you steadily and relentlessly. mind blurry with pleasure, you lose track of time, but it's probably only a few minutes before the wife steps up next to you, a sly look on her face, and slips her finger into his mouth. he sucks on it for a few moments before she withdraws it, and you only have a moment to wonder what she's going to do before you feel her fingertip pressing against your ass, making you reflexively clench—her husband groans at the sudden tightness—before you make yourself relax enough for her to slip it in.
the sensation is almost too much for you to bear, and your vision goes white for a moment before you come back to yourself. you feel fuller than you've ever been, between the thick stretch of her finger in your ass and her husband's cock inside of you, rubbing so closely against each other through you; her husband clearly feels the same, because he only manages a few more stuttering thrusts before he shoves up into you, gravity pulling you down until his thick cock is fully seated, stretching you wide, making you come harder than you ever have before before he comes in huge gouts that shoot directly into your womb.
by the time he's done, your belly is slightly swollen and warm with the cum inside of it. when he sets you down, your knees buckle, and the wife chuckles as she catches you and helps you to the sofa, your belly sloshing slightly as you sit down. you laugh, pulling yourself back together a little, and tell them that much as you'd like to be helpful, you think you might be too tired for babysitting after all.
they look at each other and laugh as well before they tell you that, actually, they don't have kids yet, but they're expecting some soon—and the husband rests his palm protectively on your swollen belly. more than one, probably—maybe even triplets, since they run in his family. how about triplets, they ask you—would you be interested in triplets?
you stroke your belly, only slightly swollen as it is, and think about how big it would be with orc triplets growing inside—how round and heavy, how they'd settle into your hips and make your belly button pop out and make you waddle when you walked, how everyone in the neighborhood would know how you got so knocked up, who did it, what kind of slut you must have been to get so heavy with an orc couple's children—and smile. of course you'd be interested in triplets, you tell them; what about another round or three, just to make sure?
as they look at each other and smile, cocks still wet from being inside of you and already hardening again, the husband says that he's always wanted a big family anyway—maybe a dozen kids. the wife laughs and says, why stop at one dozen? and as she folds your legs back over your head and slides into you, the head of her cock bumping against your cervix on the very first thrust, you think that you've never been so happy to be wrong: it won't be a boring summer after all. in fact, it won't just be an exciting summer, but an exciting few years at minimum—and maybe, if you're lucky, an exciting rest of your life.
siiiiiigh sigh sigh... oh i am falling asleep but i’ve been hypnotized scrolling through your blog and i just think you’re sooo dreamy 💕 i’m nice and warm and naked under my duvet and feelinh soooo squishy and pliable because of you 🥰
It's absolutely criminal that you aren't nice and warm and naked under MY duvet and getting your guts rearranged by girl cock life just sisnt fair
Oo for the writing thing can you do more stuff where you're like talking shit about my boyfriend. Maybe im also stuck spending the night at your house or smth. Love your blog btw 💘💘💘
(Thank you!! I hope I do your idea justice!!)
"So," I say with a casual sigh. "Why did your boyfriend need you out of the house again?" I say, shaking my head slightly. I'm dressed in a loose tank top, barely draped over my chest, and an equally loose pair of harem pants. They hang lop-sidedly off my hips, and the clear outline of my bulge is visible through them; though you've been a close friend for long enough that you've grown used to my shamelessness. I browse my bookshelf for a good record before putting one on, then plopping down next to you on the edge of my bed, falling backwards into my sheets.
"Well, it's not like he needed me out or anything..." you say, nervously playing with your hair "it's just you know, I can get in the way sometimes when he has his friends over." You're dressed in a set of cute matching pajamas, though to me just about everything you wear is like lingerie. As I lay behind you my gaze falls hungrily on your hips.
"Well, you'd think having space for his cute girlfriend would be more important than his gross friends." I say, grabbing your wrist and softly pulling you to lay next to me. I straddle you from behind, holding onto those perfect hips, my warm breath hitting your nape as the music continues. "And they're gonna make you clean up their mess when you go back in the morning, aren't they?" I say in a frustrated tone. "Why on earth don't you ditch his ass?"
"Because I...love him." You don't say it like a confession of something beautiful; you say it more like you're telling a loved one of some illness you were diagnosed with.
"Is that so?" I say softly, my lips brushing against your nape. My grip tightens on your hips, and I yank them back flush against my waist. Your can feel my throbbing cock press against your soft ass, as you let out a quiet whimper. "Then why do you come here every night he does this? And why do you always decide to share my bed, bestie?" My hand slips under the elastic waistband of your pants, across your silk panties. I know by touch they're the pair I bought you, as I gently grab your warm mound through the thin, lacy fabric.
"B-because...I shouldn't expect you to house me for fr-free." You say, squirming against my touch, rolling your hips deeper into the nook of my body, your face flushing red and your breath hitching in your throat as you close your eyes in blissful pleasure; likely the last time you felt such pleasure since you last visited.
"God, you always were such a good girl...and such a terrible liar." I say, my black painted lips latching onto the side of your neck as I begin to rub you through your panties, my hips grinding against your own while I moan into your neck; relishing the subtle taste of nervous, aroused sweat on my tongue. I pull away for a moment, placing soft kisses up your neck until I reach your chin, then licking up the trail I'd just outlined in black kissmarks. "I've never asked a thing of you, have I? And yet ever since that first night, when I caught you watching me play with myself..." I slip my fingers doen the front of your panties, moaning as I feel the soft embrace of your unshaven womanhood. "...you've insisted on "relieving my stress" as repayment...I wonder what your loser boyfriend would think?"
"D-don't call him th-that..." you say half-heartedly, bucking your hips against my two long fingers as they gently tease your clitoris, your body eagerly chasing firmer stimulation. "And I wasn't tr-trying to watch you I was just-mmph~!" Your words are muffled as I bring my free hand up to your face and slip my thumb onto your tongue. Despite your pathetic attempts at seeming hesitant, you know what to do immediately, sucking on the digit eagerly the moment it hits your tongue, moaning into my hand as I slip my middle and forefinger inside of you.
"Shhhh I'm tired of hearing your excuses, as cute as it is seeing you scramble to try to defend him." I say before softly nibbling on your earlobe, my hips aggressively grinding against yours as my fingers pump in and out of you; it doesn't take long until you're soaked, your hot, sweet juices dripping down my arm as I feel your walls twitcch and spasm around me. "God you must be close already aren't you? Has he even touched you since the last time you were here?" You ignore me for a moment, and I plunge my fingers deep into you, pumping them in and out of you as hard as I can, rubbing my fingertips against your gspot and grinding th
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