Insufferable

NSFW - he/it - 21 - aroace transmasc

[bearably-insufferable]

Shitty intro post that I'll probably edit later:

Hi! I'm Insufferable! I'm trans, aroace, and kinky (and if I'm active here possibly horny).

This is mostly going to be a spot for my ramblings, thoughts and probably reblogs. I'll tag my own posts with #insufferablechatter so they don't end up swamped under whatever reblogs I dump here.

Might add more to this intro once I get the motivation to, but no guarantees :)

[darksfantasyworld]

Tentacle mass that needs a host in order to survive?

Tentacle mass that has to constantly be inside of its host so it doesn’t dry up?

Tentacle mass that’s extremely squirmy with nothing to do, unaware its host is literally in an important business meeting or grocery shopping or with friends/family?

Do I have something here?

[purrpocket]

someone should spread my legs open with a spreader bar and stick me in a bath with my arms tied above my head to keep them up and away…

fill the bath with nice warm water… work me open with a fat dildo so i think i’m getting a treat… then watch my face drop as you dump a bucket of dozens of live, writhing eels in the bath with me

they want a place to hide, its just instinct… and they start squirming into my hole already stretched open nicely for them… im sobbing and begging you to take it out as it wriggles up inside me… joined by another and another… the others get curious about my other hole, blunt heads forcing their way in, lubed only by their thick slimy bodies

i scream and thrash, but the stretch is so good as more and more squirm into me, and i cant stop myself from cumming and squeezing around them… it only agitates them as they thrash inside of me…

more and more enter me… i can see them squirming through the skin of my stomach and i’m starting to loose count of how many times i’ve cum… i cant even beg for help anymore, all i can do is cry and moan…

you tell me that they needed a tight, warm place to breed and lay their eggs, and i start crying even harder…

[bearably-insufferable]

Internal remote control vibration doesn't do much for me, but!

Used as a signal to rub. When it's on I have to jerk off, not allowed to stop unless it's not running. A Dom controlling when and how long I rub from another room entirely.

Leaving me painfully aware that at any moment it could turn back on and I'd have to go back to rubbing myself stupid

[corruptedbyhim]

I had every intention of taking your panties off. I want that on the record. I was going to be civilized about this, but then I pressed up against you and felt how warm you were through the cotton and something behind my eyes just switched off.

So now I’m grinding on you through the fabric, and the wet spot is spreading against the head of my cock and I’ve completely lost interest in doing this properly. I should stop. Pull them to the side. Be a person about it. But we’re dry humping like teenagers, except I keep pressing harder than a nervous teenager would, shoving you into the mattress, feeling the cotton stretch tight across your pussy every time I roll my hips forward. I want to know what happens if I just don’t stop.

The fabric gives a little more each time. I can feel you opening underneath it, your hips tilting up, trying to take me in through the cotton because neither of us is willing to pause long enough to move it. The resistance is making me feral. My whole brain begging, get through, get through, get through. And then the threads start to pull apart and the head of my cock tears through the wet ruined cotton and into you. Like you’re a present I couldn’t wait long enough to unwrap.

I still can’t get all the way in. The torn fabric is bunching between us, fighting me. But I don’t care. I’ll fuck you through it. I’ll make you cum with your panties still technically on, ripped open by my cock because that’s as close to undressing you as I’m willing to get right now.

[bearably-insufferable]

Sex is hot and all yes. But nonsexual dominance is lovely too, especially focused on care.

Maybe being disabled (and ace) influences me but having a Dom who'd happily manhandle you into looking after yourself and loosening up all that tension and forgetting about all that anxiety.

Mm. Yes.

[g0blin-mlm]

Want to go into that soft, floaty headspace, but don’t want it to be sexual sometimes. Want to give someone else complete control, want to sit at their feet and rest my head in their lap and just sink without having to worry about anything besides them. Their fingers running through my hair, telling me what a good boy I am. It sounds so so nice I want that so bad

[bearably-insufferable]

Rubbing -> just the tip -> fucking hard and deep -> one more load won't hurt

[bearably-insufferable]

Drunk and spinning on a wheeled desk chair to get dizzy before jerking off >>>>>

[thedarkoneinthenight2]

Making you walk around in public with a dildo shoved up your cunt.

[bearably-insufferable]

God I need to be fucked.

[doggirlslut]

I need to get railed. Pull me into position by my leash, pin me down and fuck me into the mattress. Fuck me into a stupid moaning mess that can only think of how good it feels to get fucked. Use my holes for stress relief and melt my brain with praise. Tell me what a good toy I am.

[kisseswitharsenic]

Making you fuck yourself on voice call in a server that all our friends are apart of. It's just us in here. So no one is around to hear you become a slutted out little mess. You're free to moan like a whore and beg for praise and degradation. Be my pathetic pet.

But any moment now, someone could join. Any one of our friends could catch you mid moan or dirty talking like the exhibitionist slut that we both know you are.

Will you try and hide it? Play it off as a joke? Make some shitty excuse we all pretend to believe?

Or will you be so lost in pleasure that you own it. You keep touching, and moaning, turning your camera on and begging both of us to use you. Telling us to coax others into joining the call so everyone can see you perform like our perfect cam whore.

Wouldn't be long after until you became the group's free use porn. Ordered to snap photos or throat dildos. Moan and recite pretty, filthy lines that would make the average person recoil. You'd eat up the attention, thrive under it. And soon enough you wouldn't be able to finish at all without one of us there to watch or listen to you.

Just an object for us to consume.

[cxntboyslxt]

you wake up groggily strapped down to a medical table, your arms and body strapped down together while your legs are positioned in stirrups and forced apart. you can't move from your newfound position and realize that your lower half is covered by a medical drape and nothing more.

the nurse walks in, his face half obstructed by a mask. he doesn't say anything as he simple ignores your muffled cries and proceeds to grab gloves and takes a seat near the stirrups, right where you can't see what he's doing.

soon enough a gloved finger is pushed inside of your boycunt, causing you to try to trash and yell despite not being able to do either thing. it slowly prods your inner walls, making sure it's nice and lubed before forcing another finger in.

the fingers slowly work you up from the inside, your cunt clenching around them as the nurse also starts to play with your tdick. you do your best to try to try to move more, hoping that they'll slip out in the process of assaulting you but only managing to fuck yourself more on the invading physical.

before you know it the fingers are pulled out and your body shudders at the intense feeling, trying to clench on the sudden emptiness left from where they were in you.

and then pressure.

a cold object is pushed into your cunt, pressure increasing as it clicks open and holds you open lewdly for the nurse to inspect. while you try to adjust to the speculum inside, your tdick is suddenly being rubbed again with some sort of gel. soon enough it's tingling and throbbing with need, making you twitch and clench harder on the medical tool forced inside of you.

you can't tell what's going on but soon enough feel something deeper in you. deeper than you've ever felt anything before. if you weren't gagged you'd be making lewd noises of pleasure from how intense it was feeling despite it being one of your greatest fears. and then the thing assaulting your cervix starts to slip in.

your body shudders and twitches and tries to clench to somehow prevent it from happening but you can't stop it at this rate. it slips into your uterus, filling you up in a way you didn't know was possible. and then it starts to shift and move. as if it's alive.

the speculum is slowly pulled out and your left with the feeling of some sort of creature inside of you, filling you up and slowly expanding your uterus- your lower stomach pushing out some as it does. your cunt still clenches around nothing, your tdick throbbing from the gel applied to it. you try to buck up for any kind of relief or pleasure or anything but only feel the thing inside of you moving around causing you to groan further into the gag. it's intense and overwhelming and you hate how hot it feels.

it's only then that the nurse finally speaks for the first time:

"Patient has been fully inseminated and showing positive signs of implantation. We'll continue to monitor the gestation cycle and report back."

Presented without comment.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

I’m fucking drooling.

[demitranspupboy]

Two doms playing with you, one dom has you lie on their chest while they hold you in place, occasionally wrapping their hands across your throat and mouth when you get too loud and makes sure you’re looking at the other dom who is fucking you and cumming in you over and over. They both keep telling you you’re doing such a good job being their plaything and if you keep going they’ll let you cum too

[domdraven]

a virgin sub getting eaten out for the first time, being so whiny and overwhelmed with pleasure that they try to pull away but the dom pulls them back on their tongue. the sub not knowing what to do with their hands so they grip the sheets, their thighs trembling helplessly

[asyouwlsh]

thinking about a dom casually calling their sub a good boy and seeing a flicker of doubt on their face… asking them sternly if they’ve done anything to be bad recently, broken any rules? and when their sub denies it- and of course, their dom can tell they’re not lying- they soften a bit, and ask why they don’t think they’ve been good. their sub can’t really say- it’s just a sourceless feeling of guilt and that’s tricky to articulate, but being called good made them feel ashamed, like they didn’t deserve it.

their dom asks if punishing them might help them feel better, since of course, it will continue until they take it like a good boy, as it does when they’ve been bad. their sub agrees, relieved not to have to take praise or rewards that feel unearned. the dom encourages them to climb over their lap, and strokes their hair, reminding them this isn’t really a punishment and they haven’t done anything wrong, this is all to make them feel better.

they warm their sub up with a hand spanking first, not wanting to push too far too fast. they’ve sensed they could use a good, cathartic cry, and they need to get them there slowly, not make them tense up and fight the pain and the tears. once they’ve taken a good few blows on the bare, and their skin is turning a pretty shade of pink, their dom picks up the paddle.

usually, their sub has to count blows from the paddle, thank their dom and ask for more. but this isn’t a punishment. so their dom asks them for something else: to repeat that they’re a good boy with every stroke. their sub is reluctant at first- they still don’t feel like a good boy, but their dom reminds them they don’t get to decide whether they’ve been good or not, that’s all up to the dom. and their dom would never let them get away with being a bad boy, would they? they’d punish them immediately, just like this. so they must be a good boy, if their dom says so.

still, it takes a few strikes for their sub to say anything at all, and when the words first come, they’re muffled, mumbled. but their dom reminds them they won’t be finishing until they’re satisfied that their sub knows they’re a good boy, and have convinced their dom they believe it, too. whispers become stammered words become tearful cries as the paddling gets too much, breaks down their resistance.

once they’ve said it enough times that their dom is satisfied, they cast the paddle aside and pull their sub into their arms. their sub is almost inconsolable by now, still repeating the words through sobs and hiccups, “I’m a good boy,” while their dom pets their hair and shushes them and agrees, tells them over and over what a good boy they are.