I like feminine characters and like femsub content! I know this is rare in nsfwmcyt circles but please 🙏🏽 appreciate women 🙏🏽
I will post abt men though!
MCYT Fandoms include: DSMP, QSMP, TRSMP, origins/conclusions, witchcraftSMP, vampiresSMP, Area Unknown, Ish States 2.5 + 2.7, Bannerfall, Decayed&Decrepit, The Flight
FICTIONAL CONTENT ONLY
(I don't write rpf myself but i support their traditions. go my rpf soldiers)
Disclaimer: I might write characters completely mischaracterised and OOC specifically for the sake of porn. If you're reading something and go 'they would not fucking say that' just know the reply is 'but it would be so hot if they did though'.
VERY DARK KINK CONTENT POSSIBLE!! This is your only warning!! I DO NOT TAG MY POSTS! (extra info under the cut about what I post & what my limits are.)
-CBT + (Whatever the fem version would be called. Clit & tit torture?)
-Sounding
-Daddy / Mommy kink & ageplay
-Omegaverse
Extra info: there are some things I may write that I'm not actually into, if the prompt strikes me. If your prompt is based around one of these kinks I may or may not fill it. They may also randomly end up in an unrelated prompt if I think it fits, so do be warned! These I'd consider 'maybes'.
idk idk idk its just like . somehow its more upsetting than when i broke it off with my ex. i just dont get it. i even had time to prepare and brace for impact. idk
We all got that one mutual that be going through the most treacherous situations a person could endure and then posting a few minutes later about why such and such should get fucked through a concrete wall.
Mutual: my situationship partner just got caught in a tornado at a broken glass factory where they were cheating on me with my landlord who just increased my rent by 6000% and my pet marmot has a disease so rare they’re naming it after him and all my bones are becoming apricot jelly which I’m allergic to.
Same mutual 16 minutes later: Do you think Ronald McDonald and the Burger King ever explored each other’s bodies?
virgin pregnancy/birth - whether in an IVF way or a God way or a magic way or whatever - does appeal to me immensely. especially if the parent never could have imagined being penetrated but is so excited for birth and ends up orgasming the baby out. virginity but not innocence.
the hottest thing a guy can be is barely conscious on the floor while someone lifts his head up by the hair so that you can see his glazed out eyes and the blood running down his face
Also I saw you do an ask about toxic Cleo and Pearl with Cleo crushing Pearl's junk...
I NEED to see that in written form so badly it's concerning.
I just like genital pain idk.
happy wanksgiving! finally, ur ask gets answered <3
Cleo does kind of, perhaps, maybe a touch, wish they weren't quite this cruel.
But Pearl's this pathetic thing, see; she's still whimpering after Gem, begging for unwarranted, unneeded attention, and Cleo, Cleo just–
She finds her fist up Pearl's cunt, one night in their fortress, Pearl weeping this gentle beat, a hitching repetition, because she's no good and she knows it. Because she knows she doesn't deserve the comfort from Impulse if he heard.
Their hand splays over Pearl's mouth, her teary eyes, making sure the noise she's about to make is obfuscated.
Their fist buried inside her tight heat shoves as hard as they can muster it up into Pearl's cervix.
happy wet martyn wednesday! here's a jibblet i was abt to post. not sure if its ur thing in particular but ur gonna get it regardless
//oviposition, egg laying, egg laying desperation, chastity belts, lil bit of puppy play, degradation, breeding kink, slutshaming
//ren/martyn
"Just hold it," Martyn says.
Ren whimpers. Squirms his hips.
It's not his fault he–
Martyn spread Ren's legs wide an hour ago, resolved to fit every egg they owned into what he calls Ren's breedhole, and then he did.
And they felt so good, too. Stretching him, one by one, and then the weight as they settled.
Felt fantastic, actually.
Martyn dug his thumbs into Ren's abdomen, after that. "I know you. You'll need a belt to help keep everything in. Too loose, otherwise."
So he locked one around Ren's waist, between his legs, space so he can't grind his cock against the cushion but tight around his breedhole so nothing can get out.
And then some chores around the 'ole place. Laundry, lots of bending over and reaching up. The eggs shifting around.
"Martyn," he begs. "They're starting to hurt."
Martyn looks up from where he's working on the dishes. "Are they, now?"
"Yes! I need you to let me get them out."
A little gleam in his eye. "Well... I dunno about all that, now. They're just a few eggs. Not even that big of a litter."
'Litter' makes all the blood rush to Ren's cock, makes his hole fucking pulse with the need to be bred and they both know it. "No, there's a large one–"
When Ren cuts himself off, Martyn raises his eyebrows. "There's a large one?"
"It. It keeps." Trying to crown, trying to escape, it's huge and Ren's body needs it out, he needs it out, he needs it he needs it and he can't.
Martyn hums. "Keeps what?"
"It needs out!" Ren cries. His hole pulses around it. Trying to push it out, but it's not able to go anywhere, so he just sucks it back in instead and suffers. "Martyn, god, it hurts, please."
He holds a silence, like he's debating something. "Eh... I dunno. Your slutty fuckin' breedhole can take anything else, and it's suddenly having problems with toting around a little litter for a minute? Ren, that's so disappointing. You need to do better."
The words sting, they bury in and sting. "I can't help it!" he begs. "I can't, I can't help it, they, they–"
"Shut the fuck up, pup," Martyn says. "I don't think any of that matters a minute. You're going to keep them inside."
Oh, god. This is going to be torturous. Ren sighs.
Or maybe there's another way. He can deal with the punishment later, he can deal with any and all of that; he just needs. Just needs. To get these eggs out of him.
The key to the chastity belt–it's in the nightstand. So, all Ren has to do is get to it without Martyn realizing, unlock, and then lay the eggs. Maybe jerk off, since he's around to do it anyway, might as well.
To that end–he waits a bit, until Martyn starts chatting on the phone, his tone growing flirtatious (probably the likes of Oli, who can be <em>very</em> distracting), and then trudges off, laundry basket in hand.
The scene is unbearably domestic, to be quite honest. Well, er, other than the belt, but–hm. Even that feels domestic, in its own way. Their manner of taking care of each other.
Ren hangs up one shirt, another, another. It doesn't sound like Martyn's approaching.
Creeps over to the nightstand.
Opens it–
There's junk inside, a few wrappers–that's Ren's, oops!–and not much more than that. Fuck, where's the key? Every step, Ren's body is convulsing, just, just trying to push the eggs out, he needs them out. It hurts.
Well. Back to laundry.
By the end, it's hard, getting harder to stand; Ren's starting to cramp, feels so sore. He ends up flopping on the bed, curling up around himself, tail twitching with each shake through his body. Feels cold, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Oh, this is where you went," Martyn says. "Feeling okay?"
"No!" Ren cries, spreads his legs, arches his back off the bed. "I need to lay them! I need them out!"
Something hungry in Martyn's eye. "Beg."
"Martyn, please, please," Ren pleads. "They, they hurt, Martyn, I need them out, they're so big and they're hurting me, please–"
"I wanted to gestate them for four hours," Martyn says. "You've only lasted two. That's so, so fucking pathetic, Ren. Say it."
God. "I'm so pathetic, please, please, I'm so fucking pathetic, I can't hold my litter inside, I'm sorry–"
"That's enough. So... we can have an agreement. I'll take off your chastity belt, you can get rid of your litter, but..." Martyn smirks. "I edge you for every egg that comes out tonight."
Thirty edgings? Oh, fuck. That's–that's a lot. But Ren's hurting so bad, his insides keep thrumming around all that silicone, it really, really hurts. "Yes, okay, okay–"
Martyn slips off the key from around his neck–damnit!–unlocks Ren.
Literally immediately, this huge egg crowns.
And then Martyn shoves it back in. "Go get a towel. We just cleaned the bedspread. Fucking filthy."
Oh, no, no, no. Ren gets himself up, not letting his wet, needy hole even graze the sheets, walks with his thighs clenched together.
"Aw, does your breedhole not even have that much self control?" Martyn asks behind him. "You need to keep your legs closed?"
Ren glares over his shoulder before shuffling into the bathroom. Every little step feels like he's about to lose them all, that he'll just break down and all the litter will come spilling out of him but somehow, somehow, they don't.
"I'm doing you a favor right now!" Martyn calls after him. "I'm letting you off easy, honestly. Just getting edged a few times ain't bad at all!"
Ren grabs a few towels–they used so much lube, and also Ren's always been the type to get very wet very fast–and shuffles back onto the bed.
Gets directed into a squat, Martyn's fingers still pressing the egg right there, right at his entrance, forcing it inside. "Ready?"
"Yes! Yes, yes–"
As Martyn pulls away, the first egg follows.
Gets deposited into a little plastic tub.
"Ooh, that's a solid five edgings, laying something so big, don't ya think?" Martyn asks.
"No, no, nononono, it was, one per–" three eggs tumble out in rapid succession, and Ren moans, his insides already working the rest down.
"We never said anything like that, Ren. You always fall for this stuff. Just getting so desperate that you'll go along with whatever sounds best. That's six more edgings, by the way. Eleven total."
A huge one is next, Ren gasping and moaning at it. Trying to force it down, and it really likes the position it's at, even as all the other eggs really need to get out. "I can't, I can't, that's so many–"
"Maybe we set you up on a fucking machine all night. Make it so it won't satisfy you, but it does fill you up, load after load of cum." Something in Martyn's brow makes his face seem darker. "Maybe it pounds right against your poor cervix, cums inside your womb. And then we can put more eggs inside tomorrow. All inseminated, and they grow and grow and grow inside you..."
Ren moans, once at the imagery, and then a higher keen at that huge egg finally dislodging itself, plunking down on the towel. Four or five eggs follow with it. "No, no, no," he mumbles.
"Look at this, though. All I wanted was to keep a litter in you, and you just have to get it out. That's fucking humiliating, isn't it, Ren? Can't even keep a few eggs inside? That'll be–oh, twenty-one more edgings. Total of thirty-two."
"I can't! I can't be edged that much, I can't, I can't," Ren begs.
"You are." Martyn laughs at him. "Tie you up with a vibe on your cock, and all you can do is squirm as I turn it up-up-up and then off right when you need it the most. You know how that goes. After the first few edgings, you only really need a minute or less of stimulation until you're about to cum again. What a disgusting puppy. Aren't you so glad to have someone to help you?"
Another egg. There's still so many left, but it's hard to dislodge them, just working his hole alone. "Yes, Martyn," Ren whispers. "So–so happy. To have you."
"I know. Say thank you for breeding you."
"Thank you for breeding me, even with how disgusting and pathetic I am," Ren answers. "And thank you for your generosity. For your attention. How much you care, enough to put me back to rights."
"Thirty-four, now." And then darker, curls of smoke. "You're quite welcome, Ren. You know how much I love you."
look, there's only so many times you can say "ugh, fanfic and shipping sucks, am i right chat" and then go "haha actually i was just joking! just jokes everyone! you got soooo ragebaited!" before people start to think you just actually hate your fans' works for real
comforting you while you're vulnerable, running my fingers through your disheveled hair, placing a cold compress to your skin, flushed and hot to the touch, etc.
