im skully, 25, and im addicted to getting my cunnie wet. this is my third time making a tumblr account to be a slut online so if you recognize me, thats probably why 🫶
minors please do not interact! if you dont like the content please block and be on your merry way.
obligatory this account is fantasy only. i have some icky kinks and dont condone them irl. consent is super important. but this blog is so i can write about my fantasies and rub my cunnie to yours. no im not interested in sexting or sending nudes or receiving any. and i probably wont respond to dms. dont ask me to post myself or to follow you. if youre annoying, sorry pookie, but youre getting blocked. that being said, i love spam likes and comments/anons so feel free to interact as much as youd like! 💞
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turn ons » im very into bdsm, corruption, breeding, edging and denial, voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, freeuse, somno, intox, cuckolding, primal play, pet play, stalking, rape, noncon, patriarchy, misogyny, cheating, older men, knotting, milking, nipple play, spitroasting, dp, cum, spit, choking, praise, pregnancy, degradation, humiliation, monsterfucking, a little bit of watersports, and i have a huge oral fixation. this list will be updated because im into sooo much more.
turn offs » im not into scat, vomit, age play, or anal. and absolutely nothing involving minors!! if i find out any more, i'll update the list.
all else is fair game. you can send anons about all of your dirty fantasies, even if theyre super icky, as long as you dont mention any of the listed turn offs. with the exception of anal » you can talk about it, im just personally not into it.
females are inferior. females are property. females are objects. females are porn. females are trash. females are dumb. females live to serve men. females are only good for their holes. females are stupid. females are worthless.
Men are SO scared nowadays! I just wish they would take pictures under my skirt, I wish they weren't afraid of rapng a cunt hard and humiliate it! It's what we deserve after all!
Honestly I feel like the biggest appeal to the forced hucow scenario for me is the whole "you had no choice" aspect.
You can't be blamed for having massive overinflated milk jugs, you were all bound up and injected with special hormones! You couldn't have stopped it!
It doesn't matter if deep down you personally loved every second of being turned into nothing but a fat pair of milky tits, the fact that someone else made that choice for you means no one can ever blame you for how lewd your body has become.
Outwardly some may even pity your mindless, mooing, pathetic existence. But you get to enjoy every second of not thinking about anything but how much more your udders will grow as they fill with more and more milk~
Shh, bunny. A whole sentence is a lot. Use your small words. Wet? Yes, you are. Suck? Of course, little one. Whoa, that was a little too coherent, bun. Guess what time it is?? That's right! Gummy time! Here, eat this. Good girl. All those complicated things like full sentences will fade away again in just a few minutes.
Yes, I know you miss being smart but we agreed that keeping you this way makes everyone happiest. Listen to you and all your big ideas. There's nothing you can do. Five more minutes and you'll be a drooling horny mess again. I do enjoy these short talks while we wait for you to get stupid again though!
Waa? Yes bunny, here's your sippy cup. Wet? Yes, that's right, we were about to do something about that. Lay down and open your legs. Let's fuck you stupid.
Reblog if you have a breeding/pregnancy kink but don't have and never want kids. Bonus points if you post monster/horror stuff and/or things outside the standard fpreg
Monster that gets into your house while you’re out and decides to make its home there. It will consider the entire house and every permanent item in there to be its own domain and belongings. Including you.
At first, it might move into the basement or attic. You won’t notice it’s there until it decides to enjoy its new toy for the first time. Emerging from its hiding place to pin you down. Mercilessly thrusting and cumming into you without a second thought to your pain or fear. When it’s finally satisfied, it leaves you a cum-stuffed exhausted mess as it slinks back to where it came from. And this is only the first time of many.
Whenever you’re home, you anticipate to be grabbed, fucked, and stuffed at any point no matter what you might be doing at the time, even if you’re trying to sleep. The monster eventually grows bolder, too. It moves out of the basement/attic, maybe sleeping in your living room or even the bedroom with you. Fortunately it has no interest in your belongings, just you and your house. So you get to continue with your day to day life, if only constantly sore from the monster having its fun all the time
Well, until you get pregnant, that is. Maybe you don’t think this was a possibility since you’re entirely different species, but soon enough you can’t ignore the squirming in your swollen belly. The babies quickly grow huge and heavy, and going out in public gets unreasonably hard, hauling around your belly full of inhuman creatures as people stare. Soon enough you can’t even leave the house at all. Barely able to move from the bathroom to the kitchen as the monster’s offspring thrash and fight for more room that your stretched and strained belly can’t give. Each of them are already bigger than a human fetus, and there’s so many of them.
The monster’s behavior changed too, constantly attending to its babies. Not you, just its babies. Constantly licking and caressing your overtaxed belly and feeling its offspring move. You’re too exhausted to push it away, barely able to do much other than groan and whine in bed as the monster licks your swollen belly. And soon after you give birth, it’s back to normal. Fucked and filled constantly, but now with the knowledge that it actually can impregnate you.
This could go on for years. The monster doesn’t plan to leave your house. Eventually you’re being fucked against your kitchen counter, belly stuffed with gallons of monster cum. Thinking about the next set of babies that will soon be thrashing inside you as dozens and dozens of others already fill the house
tentacle summoning rituals are really cheap for what they are. most summoning rituals need hold or jewels or something you can use to pay your summon, but the one for tentacles doesn’t seem to have a cost associated with it
some people think they’re savvy to the summoning cost and think they can handle it. one such girl even sits down next to the summoning circle with her legs spread in anticipation
the first tentacle is a tiny little thing, no bigger than her finger. it curls out from the glowing orange rift, nuzzling up against her clit like an affectionate pet. it’s almost cute. she can definitely pay this summoning cost
then it latches on, tiny teeth digging in, and she half-stifles an involuntary shriek of pain as the rest of the jet-black tentacles rise up from the crack in reality
she tries to get away. she really does, but they’re faster and suddenly she’s on the ground, arm-thick tendrils wrapped around her legs, dragging her into a place beyond the universe where up is down and gravity doesn’t seem to have any hold on her
she’s sort of floating there in the dim amber light, helpless to get away as her legs are opened and a tentacle pushes into her… then another, then another, until she’s stretched so far she can see it through her skin
two more tentacles rise up, opening tri-lobed toothy mouths on the ends and latching onto her breasts, chewing as what feels like a tongue licks at them
the next tentacles try to get into her womb too, but she’s stuffed too full already, so they settle for going lower, and then as she screams when they stretch her too hard and too fast, four more push into her mouth, and another four take her nose and ears
she’s given up on struggling. they might as well be made of steel for how much she’s able to move
when they finally spit her back into reality with a distended stomach and every orifice full of sticky black goo, she’s cum so many times she’s barely still lucid. through the blissful haze, she tries to think about how she did all of that and didn’t even get the summoned tentacles. then, she looks down at her abdomen
Tentacle monster that hides itself inside of a ‘shell’ to perfectly imitate a human. It looks, feels, talks, moves, and acts like a human, if only a pretty big and tall one. It goes to work, has its own place, runs errands, and socializes.
But it might get you alone and split its shell open for all its tentacles to fly out. Binding to keep you from running, caressing your body and fucking every hole you’ve got for hours on end. If you’re lucky, when it’s finished it’ll secrete a substance to knock you out and make you forget about the last few hours, leaving you somewhere and pretending it had nothing to do with your mystery ordeal
But if you’re unlucky (or I guess lucky based on your perspective), it’ll decide it likes you a bit TOO much, sealing its shell with you inside of it with no problem thanks to its size. As it goes back to its daily life, no one will suspect a thing while its tentacles violate all your holes 24/7. Even if you tried to scream, what little sound you could get past the tentacle in your throat will be muted by its shell. The people just inches away from you on the train won’t hear a thing
You can feel vibrations passing through its tentacles as it talks and laughs. Hear the rumbling and squelching around you as it digests its food. Feel its form shift and bend as it moves about. Your entire world is this monster now, both inside and out
Im thinking about this again, and possible outcomes to this scenario. How long it would last if it decided to keep you, and what would come of it
Option 1: Just a few days. When it’s satisfied, it’ll knock you unconscious to spit you out somewhere (maybe in your own home). You’re confused, delirious and disoriented, barely able to remember what happened. The several days of being used by tentacles is clear in your memory, but it’s hard to recall when it started and you have no idea how you got back. If you happen encounter the monster again, you won’t suspect a thing from that person who’s seemingly normal in every way
Option 2: Weeks to months. As time goes on, you’ll barely be able to think about anything other than the tentacles. Touching you, filling your body, writhing and squirming so deep inside against places that were never meant to be touched like that. At some point you’ll probably stop struggling. Losing track of time when every day you’re ravaged by tentacles from the inside out until you pass out. Then you’re woken by the same thing, never ending. When it finally spits you out, it’ll probably be a lot harder to return to normal life. If you encounter the monster again, maybe you’ll feel something strange in your gut. You don’t have proof that it’s them, but you fear having your body violated when you get too close. Or maybe you’re aroused by the thought now, body aching at how empty it feels
Option 3: If it’s keeping you for significantly longer, it’s probably gonna keep you forever. Maybe it could have chosen you as its mate. You have no idea how long you’ve been in here, because the passage of time hasn’t mattered in who knows how long. It’s just tentacles all over you. But then things start to feel different. Your abdomen feels so full. Something’s wriggling inside that isn’t attached to the rest of the tentacles touching you. If you’re still able to think hard enough, maybe you can realize that the monster impregnated you. You’re feeling its babies growing inside your womb. Maybe when it’s time for the babies to be born, the monster might go to the privacy of its home open its shell. The tentacles restraining you kept you from touching your belly, and the darkness in the shell kept you from seeing it. You had no idea how big you’d gotten until you see it now, absolutely huge and visibly writhing with the shapes of hundreds of tentacles. Just in time to see how you look before you give birth. Once they’re all out, it’s back into the shell with you. But who knows, now it might let you out from time to time so you can bond with your new family
Imagine if pussy portals were real. Imagine all the devious things that you can do with it, like connecting your own pussy to your personal pussy portal meaning that when you eat yourself out you can taste your own cum on your cunt.
Imagine buying a fuck machine online while you have work and just leaving your pussy portal thats connected to your cunt to be fucked by it while it records your pussy cumming as you try to work on your desk job normally after cumming twice and its not even lunch yet. And sending the video to the shop you brought it from when they asked how was it? 10/10 kept cumming nonstop all day long!~'
Imagine all the deals they have when getting a pussy portal, seeing a pussy portal infront of a store with a sign that reads '50% off for a live demonstration!' Imagine going in the store and seeing a big monster of a man naked and fucking a pussy portal connected to one of the employees cunts while she writhes in pleasure while being held down by other employees sucking her tits and seeing his eyes roll back while he gives her a creampie.
Imagine playing with yourself using a pussy portal. Deepthroating a fat dildo while using your other hand to fuck your pussy portal on another dildo-
Imagine being a camgirl that gets herself a pussy portal and makes a video of her fucking a dildo whilst overstimulating herself after by eating her juices out in her pussy portal. Imagine doing this twice, but only this time you'll give it to one of your followers for a week for free!
Well its only a week so, it couldn't be that bad right?
Imagine going on the sister website of the website you cam on that lets you find yourself with your following and lets you pick a random follower. And how lucky are you that you get a werewolf going in rut the day it arrives on his doorstep~!
Woman at a concert for her favourite band, she had to wait hours in line to get in and get a good spot in the pit. It's fine though, she milked herself for ages before she left the house, so she wouldn't have to worry about stopping to pump during the show
The energy of the songs and the crowd and her joy seeing the band she loves has her grinding and pressing up against strangers in the mosh pit in front of the stage, so she can tell her nipples are hard before too long, but she hopes the shirt hides them enough, but also she's having too good a time to really care
After the brief intermission, she's tossing back water before ducking into the bathroom-- while washing her hands, she can tell her tits are... more swollen than she expected
And also she hadn't realised how tight her top was when she left the house...
It's fine, she goes back out into the crowd for the second set, and when her favourite song is played, someone puts her up on their shoulders as the crowd rages around them
She's yelling and singing along, arms up, energy amped, and then she feels it-- one of the strongest let down triggers she's ever had...
Fuck!
She can see the milk squirting through her shirt, it's so much and so fast it's spraying out through the already sodden fabric, obvious lines dripping down onto her stomach where the cropped shirt cuts off
The person she's on the shoulders of has to notice when she orgasms against them, thighs squishing their face
Some of the people in the crowd around them have noticed, and they're gesturing at her tits-- someone in the 'splash zone' opens their mouth and that almost makes you cum again, especially when more people join them
You're admittedly a little out of it as you're crowd surfed up to the stage, and someone pushes your shirt up over your tits, your bra long since lost to the crowd's grabby hands, and you feel like you're dreaming or dying when the lead singer you've had a crush on for ages grabs your tits and stuffs both nipples in their mouth while the rest of the band keeps the song going, the crowd helping fill in the lyrics
The singer gets a few mouthfuls in, then pulls back, gasping, your tits still leaking. The singer kisses you and you taste your own milk before you're being sent back into the crowd
People pass you around, some drink directly, others squeeze your tits so it fountains out on faces and other people's tits, offered up for your blessing
You end up getting fucked in time to the last song, and, dazed, you're deposited over to the side of the stage, where someone is pressing a VIP backstage pass into your hand and pushing you through to the band's dressing room, and then into the car back to the band's hotel
Maybe not quite the usual way the dream of fucking your favourite band goes, but you're living it, and you're not backing out now
By the time the band is finished with you and everyone collapses into bed, your tits are finally, thoroughly empty, you're covered in cum and milk and slick and spit and lipstick and you're being spooned by the bassist on one side and the lead singer on the other, the bassist still has one of your nipples in their mouth and the singer still has their cock inside you, and more than once someone asked you how you felt about joining them on tour
But sleep can't be delayed forever, and you figure reality will come racing back in by the time you're awake again
Slick tongues working around your nipples wake you, the flesh still oversensitive from use, and surely you think there shouldn't be any milk left at this stage, but then your eyes drift open and... that is a lot of tit flesh you didn't have when you went to bed...
You're pretty sure if you still had a bra you'd have broken it instantly if you'd tried to force it on. You must be... 4? 5 cup sizes larger?
The drummer and the lead guitarist are both latched onto you, and one pulls off long enough to briefly apologise for waking you, but you were already leaking
The guitarist, you think, based on the calluses, slips three fingers inside you, working your g-spot until they feel you gush around them before they pull out and shift to the side, making way for the lead singer to slip their cock back in you, blushing as they tell you 'good morning, sleeping beauty'
You don't get to look for long before the bassist is using your mouth and meeting the lead singer's lips over you, the sounds of their sloppy make out and the slurping of the two still draining your tits almost as intoxicating as one of their albums
They have to let you go home eventually-- you need more clothes, you need to actually rest, and... figure out what you want to do.
It's not until you walk back into your apartment that you finally look at your phone, and there are dozens of missed calls, messages, DMs, links to videos and photos of you at the concert that have been going viral online...
You post a selfie, caption it 'I lived, bitch' (and yes, there might have been some prominent wet circles around clearly hard nipples visible in the frame) and let that be your message out to everyone
It takes some time to get your affairs in order, but after that, well-- work would have found out eventually and they were pretty strict about a lot of things, and your rent was just going to go up in a couple of months anyway... So you decided fuck it, might as well see where this goes, and live out a dream most people were too scared to chase
At the very least, not having to milk your own tits for a while sounded amazing
Fleshlight that's connected to a pussy portal, but only right at the end
The person on the other end of the portal doesn't get to feel any of the pleasure of getting fucked (unless someone really misjudges the usable size of the fleshlight and pushes through), they just feel the cum inside them and feel it drip out of their hole
The portal is connected to multiple fleshlights, which are sold as 'self cleaning'