i'll be watching you ❤️

29, she/they | taboo kink enthusiast, partial to femdom and big, doting older brothers/daddies | shit i can't reblog on main

[bigbaddykedog]

sometimes i see a big pair of tits and can't help but imagine what they'd look like even bigger and veinier with dark areolas and fattened teats engorged and leaking milk, hanging down over a nice round belly swollen with my litter

[sainttouched]

[melon-bunny]

hereee are the gloves i was talking about~~ :D

rbs encouraged!

[gazeldhazel]

overconfident princess girl letting you hotdog her ass while she lays on her stomach and she keeps teasing you about how you want to fuck her so bad and her pussy is right there and you're so big and wet lmao you want to fuck her so bad it makes you look stupid, all while her pussy is only a single redirected thrust away from being fucked and you're already holding her down by her waist and she wouldn't even be able to stop you btw

[hornysideblogs]

[wastedwaifu]

[enchantingphilosopherflower4]

special oiled up titties for y’all cs it’s my BIRTHDAY today

send a girl some flowers or get me some gas 🥰💐

[astrid-ssa]

So very close to a nip slip!

[pushingup---daisies]

⋆⭒˚.⋆look (dis) respectfully⋆⭒˚.⋆

[pushingup---daisies]

♡new nightie♡

[wri0thesley]

the sound of the teeny weeny pathetic whine that comes out of your normally stoic or restrained partner's mouth when you pull back from a kiss before they're ready to stop, or when you've teased them just a little without following through . . .

[urdadsjailbait]

“daddy didn’t love you enough, did he?” while he’s deep in it

[mewnbuns]

being his first but in the sense of: the first hand he’s gotten to hold as he’s guides you through a crowd, the first person he’s ever had stealing his clothes, his first good morning kiss in a romantic sense, the first person he’s ever held close in bed before falling asleep…..

[eggedbellies]

A monsters knot being too big to even move inside you so it makes you come over and over to get itself off

Oh man hell yes and they get it in before it inflates, warn you, and you're so greedy you insist you can take it until you're spread so wide it almost hurts, and you can't even twitch on it, but the stretch feels so good and then they're making you cum until you're basically convulsing on it, no way to escape their clever mouth and hands, and when they finally do cum just from your squeezing and milking, well, there's nowhere to go but in.

[knottedglowingovipositor]

There is just something about an older, mature woman preying on little boys that barely understand what's going on that hits like nothing else. Stealing away that little darling's innocence and teaching him how to use his cock, seeing that adorable face get completely overwhelmed, turning such a nice, sweet kid into sex crazed little brat that's utterly addicted to the curvy lady that trained him to be her horny sexpet. The ecstasy in her face as she's getting her cunt pounded by a kid's dick thrusting with with everything his little body can muster, the satisfaction at draining his cute little balls for every drop.

There's just nothing else like it.

[nightfallfromgraces]

Obviously a priest overcome with lust is hot, but what about a priest overcome not just with carnal desire, but also love?

A priest who finds himself searching for you from the crowd every Sunday. A priest who writes his homilies and finds himself thinking of you, especially whenever “grace” or “providence” or “love” comes up. A priest who feels aching yearning for you whenever you’re not there. A priest who is all too quick to assure that your sins, whatever they may be, are forgiven, and that you are loved - it takes a moment from him to add “…by Lord and Jesus Christ, of course” at the end of that.

A priest who realizes that, for all his years of devotion to God, your smile makes him feel warm and whole in a way that rivals everything he has known.

A priest who is sure that the forbidden fruit tasted like you when he finally has you, and he suddenly understands Adam all too well for ignoring God’s orders in the favor of Eve. You take him so beautifully, and he feels like he has come home. God’s love can’t rival yours, and His heaven can’t compare to the one he finds in your arms.

[a-monster-brood]

You love being a nun. You honor your vows of chastity so much you don’t even touch yourself. You hide your body under long robes and do penance every time your mind strays. 

You have dreams of shadowy caresses that leave you sticky and sweating, and you have to spend long hours in chapel to atone. You take to wearing a heavy chain around your waist and between your legs. 

Your belly starts swelling, and you will yourself not to notice. You pretend it isn’t happening for months. Your hips and back ache with the weight you refuse to acknowledge. Your breasts are full and tender. Your nipples rub against the rough fabric of your robes and it lights you on fire. 

You lay awake at night and feel the thing inside you moving. It kicks so hard your robes ripple. You cradle your belly and pray to God for answers. You pray for it to go away.

Eventually the shapeless black of your robes can’t save you anymore. The mother superior chastises you for being a whore. She places an iron collar around your throat to remind you of your sins. She tells you to do penance where everyone can see your punishment.

You weep and swear your virginity. You beg for help. She is unmoved. She tells you to swear on the Virgin Mother and maybe your innocence will be proved, but more likely you will be punished for claiming her holiness.

You kneel at a pew to do as you are told. Your knees are bare on the cold floor. Your hips burn as they spread under the weight of your bastard. Your belly hangs with nothing to support it. Pain rips through you as your womb tightens. She tells you that is punishment for your sins.

You pray through a haze of days. Your belly grows, and sags, and writhes. You spread your knees and rock your hips and sob. Your breasts are so tight they throb. Your robe strains against your girth. You keep your hands on the pew.

Water trickles down your legs. Your womb is nothing but agony, squeezing down on the monster inside you. It rips you open. Your bones creak. Instinct tells you to reach between your legs and ease its way. The mother superior seizes your wrists and binds them to the pew.

You scream and scream. You are a warning to the other harlots in the convent. Your whelp spreads you open. You push and strain, but there’s no one to help you or soothe you. You scream for God’s help and hear no answer. 

There is a night, and a day, and its head slips out in a gush of fluids that puddle around your knees. You sag with exhaustion, unable to keep going, pain leaving you incoherent.

Gravity does its job eventually. Inch by agonizing inch, your massive offspring squeezes out of you, changing your body forever. When you push a demon into the church, everyone will know you for the devil's bride.