🔞 This account is not suitable for minors, this blog is explicitly a fetish blog and is not intended to be sfw or nonsexual. I am a grown adult man, this is porn that I enjoy. No minors should be interacting with me, my blog or anything I make- do not reblog my stuff to "sfw" including "sfw g/t" blogs. It is explicitly macro fetish porn. 🔞
About:
He/Him only.
Gay married trans man.
Born 1997.
Disabled, cannot draw or write frequently.
Boundaries:
I do not roleplay.
I do not want to be flirted with. If you are not my husband I have zero interest in you.
I do not want you taking agency over my characters and telling me what should happen to them, if I want scenario suggestions I'll ask for them.
I am disabled, gay and trans you can probably make an educated guess on my stance against bigots interacting with me/my posts based on that without me having to list it all out I'm sure.
Primarily into cartoony physics and logic and not very into gorey fatal, but I would not say my interests are 'soft'. I like mean and dubious scenarios oftentimes, I am not all that "fluffy". If that is not to your tastes please leave me alone.
I do not take suggestions or requests and this includes people telling me what they want to see more out of my posting. This account is for me not you. Go make your own things.
If you can't be normal about trans people in porn spaces PLEASE fuck off. If you call me a cuntboy or a tboy I will block you so hard you'll feel it through the screen.
What you can expect to see:
Explicit nsfw Macro/Micro
Vore (including unwilling, and cartoony digestion)
Stomping
Paws and feet
Rampage and destruction
Cartoon-logic squashing and flattening of micro's
Fucked up and dubious power dynamics and scenarios
Predominantly M/m pairings as I am a gay man
Note: I tag all my original posts with: 🐾stomping thru
FIC! it's under 1k words and sex is mentioned but nothing explicit happens.
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Clad in black, the thief became one with the shadows as he snuck down the corridor, pausing at the threshold of the room before him. Ahead lay his goal - and, if he wasn’t careful, his doom.
The castle had been the royal family’s home for centuries before the dragon arrived. Now the only inhabitants were the beast and the princess, left behind in the desperate evacuation and presumed either dead or enslaved to the monster’s will. Many adventurers had tried to brave the castle’s dangers to rescue her, and all had failed. The few survivors swore never to return.
The man who approached the vast throne room now was not one of these brave heroes come to save the damsel in distress. He was here to make his fortune by another means: outright robbery.
The royal fortune and crown jewels were still within the castle’s walls. If he could slip in and out without being noticed, he could comfortably live out the rest of his days on whatever he could slip in the sack that hung from his belt. The dragon wouldn’t even miss a handful of coins and gems, after all, to the towering beast they were insignificant trinkets. As long as he avoided detection, he was in the clear.
He took a moment to steel his nerves before poking his head around the huge doorway into the throne room. A high domed ceiling stretched up into the gloom. None of the ornate chandeliers or wall scones were lit. The only light in the room came from the moon’s beams filtering through high windows. The thief could not help but notice the absolute lack of gold for said light to glitter off of. Weren’t dragons supposed to pile up the stuff and sleep on top of it? Where was all the loot?
The thief slid along the wall, eyes darting in every direction. No treasure. No dragon. No princess. Just a huge empty room with thrones at the back. Fine. He would make his way to the side passages and see where he could go from there. Maybe it was all kept in another room.
As he neared another tall doorway, he felt a distant rumble and grew still. The rumble was followed by another, and another, growing stronger and closer. His eyes widened as he realized what they meant, and he looked around in a frenzy for somewhere to hide. A pillar off to the side would have to do - he dashed for it and threw his back against the far side just as the dragon came lumbering through the doorway he’d been approaching.
She thudded by him without a glance at his hiding spot, and he spun around the pillar to keep it between the two of them as she passed. Her stride didn’t falter - she hadn’t spotted him. He glanced around the side of the pillar and saw she was carrying something in a clawed hand, which she set on a high balcony before slumping down with a floor-shaking THUMP in the middle of the room. She stretched out, yawning hugely, then curled up, and in moments she was snoring.
The thief watched cautiously for any sign that the beast was faking. When she did not move except for the rise and fall of her breath for some time, he finally slunk out from his hiding spot again and craned his neck up to try and see what had been placed up high. It must have been something important. Maybe some portion of the treasure? He should climb up and take a look. Quietly, he popped his knuckles one by one, limbering up for the climb ahead.
The uneven, cracked walls made for good purchase as he skittered up the rock as quick as a lizard. Ornate decorations provided little ledges that allowed him moments to catch his breath along the vertical ascent. Finally he scrambled over top of the balcony - and froze.
It was the princess, bound and gagged, unable to move or speak. Her eyes screamed at him to help her. The thief chewed his lip. He wasn’t here for her. But if he did manage to save her, would there be a ransom from the royal family in exchange? Did they still have some line of credit or favor they could call in to pay him? What about her hand in marriage, if nothing else, did that get him any kind of security?
Lost in thought, he failed to notice her gaze had drifted from him to the space just behind him. A looming dark shape rose up silent as a shadow, far too quietly for a being of her considerable size…
CLICK
Sudden light flooded the room, and the dragon and the thief threw their arms over their eyes and cried out complaints.
“Rowen! We were in the middle of something!”
“The sock, dude, the sock was on the handle!”
“Sorry, sorry, it fell off! Aw, were you guys playing dragon again?”
Cherie huffed and crossed her arms. “It was foreplay which you know very well having participated in your fair share, thank you very much. And now we have to give you a character… what about a jealous ogre who’s come to challenge the dragon for her territory…? Ooh, and you want the princess too but you’ll have to settle for this charming little rogue!”
Cherie swept Obie up in a hand and squeezed his face between her fingers, holding him out towards Rowen. He spluttered protests from his mushed mouth and she relented.
“C’monnn, we’ve been at this forever. We can’t just fuck already?” Obie whined.
Cherie sighed dramatically. “Fiiiiiine. We’ll skip to the scene where the dragon has her way with the captive princess. Get the dress off the doll, Rowen will you help me tie the knots? You’re better with the tiny ones.”
Rowen suppressed a laugh as he walked further into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. “As you wish, my dear.”
the macro and the micro making joke after joke about being in a relationship because that would just be sooooo funny everybody knows macros and micros cant date each other
Fuck i wish i had a dick n balls for many reasons, but one of the least important but most funny is how abjectly not into micros in my pussy i am. Leave that shit alone ted the caver ffs. I should be mashing guys under my ballsack not erecting THIS
and just in case that gets nuked i'm reposting this on its own. aww looook this is back before i decided to draw him with boots instead of those tall socks
the subby OP fairy says I’d like it if you stepped on me and you say this seems like some sort of trick to do some fucked up fairy stuff to me in retaliation and they say it’s NOT I just wanna get STEPPED ON and you say okay fairies are liable to say these sorts of things and they say oh so just cause I have incredible magic powers I can’t be subby?? is that it?? I’m not part of the wild diversity of sexual experiences in this world?? and you go NO IM NOT SAYING THAT and the fairy says STOP FREAKING OUT IM NOT GONNA TURN YOU INTO A NEWT OR WHATEVER I JUST WANT A FUCKING DOM
After his arrest, Morgan Faulkner was given two choices: be sentenced to death, or allow the government to use his body as the Core powering their enormous, anti-Echidnid Mech suits.
The right choice seemed obvious, but as time would tell, both he and his makers would end up having a great deal of buyer's remorse.
CW: police brutality, government corruption, violence, cruelty, mild body horror, laboratory experimentation
This is a remake of some of my earliest writing, and something I've been stewing on for over a year now. Enjoy the first three chapters out of five! (Or six! I'm still not sure how that's gonna land!)
CHAPTER ONE: The Rocky Road
CHAPTER TWO: Mad Dog
CHAPTER THREE: Siúil a Rúin
