Since It’s Spooky Season. I’m Fantasising About Trying On Some Cute Halloween Costumes By My Mirror,

Like imagine you're my coworker and offer to help me, I just gladly say sure and dont ask questions until you come up behind me and pin my hips to the table and start rubbing me through my pants, shushing me when I try to ask what you're doing and listening as I start breathing heavy and whimpering

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.

portal fleshlight situation but with an ovipositor with a knot.

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Late night kinky thoughts let's GOOO!

You know that idea in fantasy or sci fi where there's like portals that allow you to be played with no matter where you or the other person are? Turning a cutie into a fleshlight for someone to jack off into even if they're just walking down the street, feeling themselves getting stretched and filled by someone fucking the portal connected to their holes.

The twist on it I can't help but think about is some cute little thing getting one of those made for a friend or partner to use. As a gift to help them unwind and relax, a little bit of kink play with those they trust. A fresh flightlight attached to their hole. But...when they get home from the store they can't find the package.

They have the receipt, sure. And they swore it was with them on the way back home. But somewhere in that trip it must've fallen out of their bag. Maybe they should retrace their steps to look for it? Check the trains lost and found? Did they leave it at the coffee shop they popped in to?

And then they feel it. Some stranger's tongue tracing their hole. Struggling with that unexpected sensation. Someone found their toy...and theyre using it. They have to find them soon and get it back!

That poor cutie going from rushing around retracing their steps as that damned tongue refuses to stop. To begging the workers on the train and at the coffee shop if they remember anyone with the package as they feel those fingers pushing into them and exploring. To covering their mouth in the bathroom stall struggling to remain sane as that massive cock so much bigger than their friend or partner stretches them to their absolute limit, using who knows how many loads of cum already pumped into them lube to core them out and ruin them. Slowly accepting that this is their fate now, to be a toy for some unknown person to use~

First day at work

Everyones being really nice

They give me the best chair in the office

Midway through the day the chair starts feeling weird

My panties get pushed to the side

???

Feel someone ease their cock into me

Realize i got tricked with the gloryhole portal chair, oldest trick in the book

Still let everyone on the other side creampie me

Perfect first week performance reviews

"My daughter is fine!" Your son wants to be pumped full of eggs against his will

ughh I’ve been in such an Eggy™ mood recently 😩

Being caught and overwhelmed so quickly you don’t even have time to feel afraid before something throbbing and delicious has been shoved into your mouth and gushed an aphrodisiac down your throat. In no time at all you’re spreading your legs unprompted, drooling around your gag, eyes glazed, humping and twitching and moaning on nothing. An ovipositor or tentacle is shoved inside you, not quite roughly, just practically. It’s a good thing nobody is around (you think) because you’re making a complete fool of yourself, not even able to feel humiliated anymore. Moaning and whimpering like a mindless animal while it pumps away inside you, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. It keeps feeding you its aphrodisiac slime and you keep taking its pounding with rolled-back eyes and an arched back. Your body won’t stop spasming around it, overcome with pleasure, the tip of its ovipositor bulging in your stomach. You’re dripping with arousal and its slime. Fertile and full. Begging it to breed you, to give you what your body needs so badly.

Then it stops, buried as deep inside you as it could get, your insides stretched so wide around it you couldn’t close your legs if you tried, bent in a humiliating position that would be very uncomfortable if you weren’t blissed out of your mind.

It removes its organ from your mouth and shifts its weight, lowers itself down to the perfect angle to fill you. It makes a sound like a groan and then it starts swelling even more inside you. You gasp and claw at the ground and drool as it fattens up inside you, and that’s when you feel something even wider press against your entrance. You can feel the ovipositor inside you flexing, pushing, and with a pop, the round object breaches you. It’s the size of a normal bird egg, but it’s squishier, easier for you body to take. You feel it pumped along the ovipositor, stretching out your walls even more, and then plop into you, hot and wet. Followed by another. And another.

It doesn’t take long till you’re cumming from overstimulation and how fucking good it feels with every egg, your mind a little bit broken, babbling senselessly till the creature stuffs something else in your mouth - another tentacle, fingers, a tongue - to shut you up. You start feeling full. Then stuffed. And then it’s unbearable and your body can’t stop seizing up, can’t stop cumming, can’t stop losing its mind over how it feels to be used and bred so thoroughly.

You’ve almost passed out by the time it shudders with that same groaning noise and suddenly a gush fills you up even more, spilling over and warming the eggs plumping your gut, pumping and pumping into you without pause like a hose. When it finally drags its ovipositor out of you, you hazily expect everything to gush out of your ruined hole, but it doesn’t.

Later, much later, after someone finally finds you here, swollen up till you look pregnant and still trying to spread your legs, you’ll realize it will be quite a while before you’re able to push out those eggs. And when you do, you’ll be cumming with every. single. one. again.

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…

Consider: Portals. Finding a ring of metal that looks like it could be a bracelet but you don't know that when one of those is touched for the first time, it links to your body, and automatically goes to your preferred hole. So you put your hand in it to wear it as a bracelet and then... youre bent over, gasping as you feel your hand inside your own body... Im sure you could come up with ideas for this~~ 💙

Ahhh fuck... Well, I’m probably already cumming from putting my hand in. I would probably think it just works for whoever’s holding it, linking to their own body - not realising it was “set” to me, so to speak, so I’d just leave it. I’d be too worried about the risk of it, really!

Except... it’s tuned into my pussy, so whoever finds it next will slide their hand in only to feel something warm and soft and wet, and I’ll double over as I’m just trying to do some work or something like that. The person will probably think it’s some kind of really fancy fleshlight or something, and they’ll fuck it, and let their friends fuck it, while I’m desperately trying to find the ring again to put an end to it. Maybe they’re curious about what’s on the other side and start feeling around, finding my g spot and making me cum and they’re amazed by how realistic it is. They could try shoving toys in, or even just random objects if they feel like it.

There’s no chance I’m ever finding the ring again, so really I’ll just have to get used to living like that...