[donttellstrider]

a blog for a strider heavy system , mdni

‎‎‎‎--- bodily 18 & afab; pro/darkship of 4 years, paid artist & writer of 3. evil and disgusting kinks are up our alley. we use this as a release but also for fun, honorable mention is to stalk our special someone. theres no tmi here, we’ll talk about anything we feel like. there's only not enough, never too much.

open to requests for drabbles, though they won’t be full fledged fics.

[dykestelid]

rubberist no.28

[ltx-alter-ego]

[b0nestr3ats]

i want to worship a hairy incel's balls while his cock is soft on top of my idiotic cock drunk face. his balls will be slippery with puppy spit and kisses when she sniffs his musk and rub her puppy part to the scent

[strawberrycheescakess]

Idk if it's the most toxic part of me, but I would love to date someone who's just a complete loser, no social life, no nothing

Someone who has to see me get ready and go to parties with my friends while they just sit at home and wait for me to come back, I want people to be surprise when i mention my partner and wonder how we end up dating when they meet them

I want my friends to be concerned and tell me that I could do better

I want to date a complete loser who's only social life is me :3

[doggirl-girlcock]

Listen if you breed me my tits will get bigger and we both want that, right?

[doggirl-girlcock]

I bite the hand that feeds me, I suck the cock that breeds me

[broconsib]

Save a condom, cum in your sister

[msnihilist]

God, I love this ship so much, I wish it was incestuous.

[donttellstrider]

roleplay is hot talk to my hardon

[donttellstrider]

:(

[donttellstrider]

wheres porn of fat cubs fucking fit men, what tag is that

[donttellstrider]

or reverse. is this thing on

[donttellstrider]

wheres porn of fat cubs fucking fit men, what tag is that

[godsworst]

Treating my kid like a doll𓈒 Choosing what they wear, when they speak, who's allowed in their life𓈒 They'll basically be my cute little puppet & I'm the one who holds the strings𓈒

[notsoslightlysexual]

More blurbs

Incel husband who married you out of a desperate, deluded belief that a wife was the final achievement in the game of life, a prize to be won for his suffering. He doesn't see you as a partner, but as a high-level drop he finally earned. His affection is a transaction; he provided the ring and the home, so now you are obligated to provide the warmth, the validation, and the sex. He watches you with a nervous, possessive energy, cataloging your every smile, every sigh, convinced you're a glitch in the system he can't quite control. When you come home late, he's waiting in the dark, his voice tight with accusation. "Where were you? I was reading online about how women like you test their husbands. You're not going to test me, are you?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just grabs your wrist, his grip clammy and tight, pulling you towards the bedroom. "It's time for you to fulfill your part of the deal."

Incel husband who spends his days on forums filled with bitter, resentful men, absorbing their toxicity like a sponge and bringing it home to you. He parrots their language, calling you "foid" or "roastie" when he's truly angry, his face a mask of pathetic rage. He's convinced you're constantly on the verge of cheating, that every man you pass is a threat trying to "steal his property." He demands your passwords, checks your phone, and has even installed a tracking app "for your safety." When he finds a message from a male coworker about a project, he flies into a frenzy, shoving you against the wall. "I knew it!" he spits, his eyes wide and wild. "You're just like all the others! A hypergamous whore!" But his anger quickly curdles into a desperate, pathetic lust. He tears at your clothes, his hands clumsy and rough. "If you're going to act like a slut, I'll treat you like one," he pants, forcing his way into you, his thrusts punishing and fueled by insecurity.

Incel husband who is utterly incompetent in bed, his idea of sex a clumsy, selfish parody of what he's seen in porn. He doesn't care about your pleasure, only about the act of possession, the physical proof that you are his. He'll jackhammer into you for two minutes, roll off, and declare that he "satisfied his woman," then get angry when you don't seem impressed. He sees your lack of orgasm as a personal failure, a reflection of his own inadequacy, and it makes him meaner. "What's wrong with you?" he'll sneer, poking at your side. "I'm doing everything right. The forums said this is what you want." He'll try again, his fingers jabbing awkwardly at your clit, his movements devoid of any real understanding, his frustration mounting until he's just using your body to chase his own release, grunting like an animal as he finally cums, leaving you feeling used and hollow.

Incel husband who sees your body as his personal property, a vessel for his children and a testament to his success. He's obsessed with the idea of "claiming" every part of you. He'll grab your breasts in public, "marking his territory," or run his hand possessively over your ass when another man looks your way. At home, it's worse. He'll spread your legs when you're trying to sleep, muttering about how he "needs to check if his pussy is still loyal." He'll fuck you on the kitchen counter while you're trying to make breakfast, his breath hot and sour in your ear as he whispers, "This cunt belongs to me. No one else gets to taste it, no one else gets to fuck it. It's mine." He cums on your stomach or your face, his seed a brand, a disgusting, sticky reminder of his ownership that he makes you wear until he decides you can clean it off.

Incel husband who is a bottomless pit of need, his entire existence validated by your presence and your compliance. He's terrified of you leaving, convinced that without you, he'll revert back to the "subhuman" he was before. This fear makes him clingy and suffocating. He wants to be inside you constantly, not just for sex, but for comfort, to feel the warmth and acceptance he craves. He'll spoon you at night, his cock nudging against your ass, half-hard and seeking entry. "Please," he'll whisper, his voice pathetically vulnerable. "I just need to feel close to you." He'll push into you slowly, his movements less about passion and more about desperation, a frantic attempt to merge with you, to make you a permanent part of him so you can never leave. As he empties himself inside you, he holds you so tight you can barely breathe, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he murmurs, "You can't leave me. You just can't."

[goodlittlebunnygirl]

need a nerdy incel boy to yap about his interests to me while pounding me 😵‍💫

[yellowlikelemons]

Can I be your creepy incel stalker, in deftones t-shirts and oversize flannels? Can I be the boy that gets stoned behind the bleachers, all to gather up the courage needed to follow you (at a distance) from class to your table at lunch? Can I be the edgy, pentagram-wearing dude that grows fixated on you and the way you're so... clean? So sweet, shy, normal? Can I be the guy that grows deeply hateful torwards your boyfriend, fantasizing about bashing his head into the lockers after school for defiling you? Naive and innocent you, who deserves someone so much deeper than that shallow dick? Can I please?