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26 it/they

[guttedfag]

hii

🔞MDNI📌

it/they, bi greyace fag, sub

idk I’m a miserable horny wreck

Askbox open but I’m shy (and also a little needy), a spot for me to keep the shit that turns me on. Maybe post some of my oc writing here … to be seen

💙(be warned): cnc, rapeplay, breeding, monsters, ovi, gore, sadomaschism, idk, rare vomit post

no thanks: incest, ddlg/ageplay, raceplay, scat, feeding, vore, hucow, misgen, piss(ing inside)

Will add as I think of things… unless I forget

[daddyygh0stface]

Anal training that turns into desperately fucking your pets tight ass while apologizing over and over for not being able to stop yourself for fucking them deep and fast. The pretty little moans and cry's they are letting out it just fueling you to not stop

[cowboywithacunt-deactivated2025]

Violating a cis guy's ass and making him feel totally used and humiliated 🥰

[cowboywithacunt-deactivated2025]

Calling him a faggot and a bitch and a slut as I fuck his ass with a nice thick strap, holding him down as he struggles underneath me. Pumping cum lube into his ass until he looks pregnant, making jokes about how I knocked him up as he sobs in pain and discomfort. Locking his pathetic little cock up in a cage and threatening to throw the key out so he's stuck like this permanently unless he really shows me how much he likes getting his pussy fucked 🥰

[guttedfag]

bf told me I was Joker pilled cause I’m “like a dog chasing a car” the way I eagerly suck dick and get off on it but don’t know what to do/tweek when cum happens

[beautyandthemonsters]

Carrying His Eggs (alien!dragon x fem!reader!2nd POV)

TW: NSFW, MDNI, non-con, dub-con, P in V, oviposition, egg-laying, breeding, cervical penetration, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, psychological, power imbalance, fluids.

Summary: When your survey ship crashes on an uncharted planet, you become the obsession of Rodrak, a Draconian species that seeks a mate to carry his eggs. And he has chosen you. 

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You’d heard him before you saw him. A low, reverberating sound, not a growl, but a deep, clicking purr that seemed to travel through the stone itself and up the bones of your legs. You’d frozen, pressing yourself into a crevice, heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. The sound got closer, accompanied by the heavy, deliberate scrape of something massive moving over rock.

Then, the glow of your stick caught him.

He filled the tunnel ahead. 

Not a lizard, not quite a dragon from any Earth myth, but something horrifyingly in between. He was bipedal, towering over eight feet tall, covered in plates of deep umber and rust-red scales. A powerful tail, tipped with a spiked club, swept slowly behind him. His face was elongated, a draconic muzzle lined with serrated teeth, but his eyes… they were the worst. They were a luminous, intelligent gold, with vertical slits for pupils, and they were fixed on you.

You’d run. 

A futile, stumbling scramble. 

He’d followed with terrifying, leisurely strides. You’d fallen, the glow-stick skittering away, and then darkness had swallowed you, broken only by the faint bioluminescent fungi on the walls. He’d herded you, you realized later, like a predator corralling prey. 

Now, you were here. In his lair.

The chamber was vast, the ceiling lost in shadow. The primary light came from a deep, subterranean geothermal vent that pulsed with a soft glow, illuminating piles of what looked like polished metal, strange crystals. In the center was a massive nest of dried, fibrous moss and furs.

He stood between you and the only exit you could see. He was studying you, his head tilted. He’d spoken earlier, his voice a deep, guttural rumble that formed words in your own language, learned, you presumed, from the wreckage of your ship or the bodies of your crewmates.

“You are damaged,” he had said, pointing a clawed digit at your bleeding leg.

Now, he took a step closer. You scrambled back until your spine hit the warm stone wall. “Stay away from me!”

“You fear,” he stated, the words oddly precise. “It is… expected. But unnecessary. I am Rodrak. This is my territory. You are in it.”

“I’ll leave,” you choked out, hating the tremor in your voice. “Just let me go. I won’t come back.”

A chuckle shook his broad chest. “You cannot leave. You are here for a purpose.”

“What purpose?” you demanded, though a cold, sick dread was pooling in your stomach.

He moved with a speed that belied his size, closing the distance in a blink. One large, clawed hand wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing. You shrieked, beating your fists against his scaled forearm, but it was like hitting solid rock. He carried you to the nest and set you down on the surprisingly soft furs, his body caging you in. The heat radiating from him was immense.

“My species requires a host,” he said, his golden eyes boring into yours. His muzzle was inches from your face. You could smell that musky scent directly now, stronger, more pungent. “A vessel. For the next generation. The eggs must be laid in a warm, living incubator. A compatible host.”

“No. No, find someone else. One of your own kind!”

“They are not compatible. Your biology… it is strange. Soft. Warm. Perfect.” He brought his other hand up and, with shocking delicacy, ran the back of a single claw down the side of your face. You flinched. “I have searched this sector for many cycles. The others from your crew were inadequate. Weak. You… you are strong. You have fire. You will be my mate. You will carry my clutch.”

“I will not!” you spat, thrashing anew. “You’re a monster! Let me go!”

The word ‘monster’ made his eyes narrow, but not with anger. With something like pity. “You do not understand. This is an honor. To be chosen. I will provide. I will protect. You will want for nothing, except my cock and my eggs.”

You stared at him, speechless for a moment. 

Then the struggle began in earnest. You fought with everything you had, kicking, scratching, twisting. He simply weathered it, his grip unyielding. With a low growl, he used his weight to pin you fully to the furs, your arms stretched above your head, held easily in one of his massive hands. His lower body settled between your thighs, pressing down. You could feel something then, through the fabric of your torn flight suit—a thick, heavy pressure against your lower stomach. Something that was not shaped like any human anatomy.

“The fear will pass,” he murmured. “It is the instinct of the prey. But you are not prey. You shall be my breeding mate. Your body will learn this truth before your mind does.”

He used his free hand to rend the fabric of your suit. Teared it. Cool air, then the intense heat of his body, hit your exposed skin. You cried out. He examined you, his gaze scalding as it traveled over your breasts, your stomach, the junction of your thighs. He made that clicking purr again, deep in his chest.

“So soft. So smooth. So wet. A proper nest for my seed.”

You were sobbing now, tears cutting tracks through the grime on your face. “Please, don’t. Please…”

He ignored your pleas. His head lowered, and you felt the rough, dry texture of his forked tongue drag up the center of your body from your navel to your sternum. “You taste of fear and salt. Soon, you will taste of need.”

His hand released your wrists to tear away the remains of your clothing below the waist. You tried to knee him, to buck him off, but it was futile. He caught your thighs in his hands, spreading them wide, opening you to the glowing light of the cave and his relentless gaze. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to disappear into the darkness behind your eyelids.

Then you felt it. The pressure against your inner thigh. Hot, huge, insistent. You forced your eyes open and looked down.

His cock was as alien as the rest of him. It was thick, base easily the width of your wrist, tapering slightly to a blunt, rounded tip. It was a deep, glossy black, segmented like the exoskeleton of an insect, but pulsing with inner light of deep crimson along the seams. 

The most shocking feature were the pronounced, bulbous ridges that ringed the shaft, each one swelling larger than the last in a massive, knot-like medial ring about two-thirds of the way up. At the very base, you could see the heavy, taut swell of what must be his sacks, but they seemed oddly rigid.

“It will fit,” he said, observing your fixation. “Your body will stretch. It is designed to. The ridges will prepare the channel. The final ring will lock us together as I deposit the eggs in your womb.”

“You’re insane,” you whispered. “It’ll kill me.”

“It will not. I have studied your structure. It will be… intense. But you will survive. You will thrive.” He positioned the blunt, hot tip of his cock at your entrance.”

He didn’t force it in. 

Instead, he lowered his head again, his muzzle nudging your thighs apart further. You felt the hot, wet swipe of his tongue, broad and rough, directly over your pussy. You jerked and cried out. It wasn’t like a human tongue. It was abrasive, demanding, and it worked at you with a single-minded purpose. He licked into you, over your clit,the sensation was unbearable—a shocking violation that sent conflicting signals through your nerves. Your mind screamed in revolt, but your traitorous body, after minutes of this focused attention, began to betray you. 

He purred again, the vibration against your sensitive flesh making you gasp. “See? Your flesh knows its purpose. It welcomes me.”

You were panting now, shame and fear and a horrifying, creeping thread of arousal tangling in your gut. He rose back over you, the tip of his cock now slick with your own moisture. He pressed forward.

The initial stretch was agonizing. You screamed, the sound echoing off the cavern walls. The blunt, thick head pushed past your tight ring of muscle, spreading you wider than you’d ever been stretched. You felt like you were being split in two. He paused, letting your body strain around the first inch of him. The segmented ridges caught on your inner lips, creating a dragging, burning friction.

“Breathe, mate,” he commanded, his breath coming in sharp huffs. “Take the first knot. It is the hardest.”

He pushed again. You felt the first large ridge pop past your entrance, and a broken sob wrenched from your throat. The feeling of being stuffed, filled beyond capacity, was overwhelming. He didn’t stop. He fed more of that monstrous length into you, each successive ridge stretching you a little more, burning a little less, until your nerves felt flooded, overloaded with the sensation of being utterly penetrated. You were achingly full.

Then, the largest ring, the medial knot, met your entrance. He rocked his hips, applying steady pressure. “This is the seal,” he grunted. “Take it, and the breeding truly begins.”

You were shaking uncontrollably, sweat slicking your skin. You shook your head, whimpering “no, no, no” like a mantra. He gripped your hips, his claws pricking your skin, and thrust forward with a powerful snap of his hips.

The knot forced its way inside you.

The sensation was beyond anything you could have imagined. A brutal fullness that transcended pain and became a pure wave of stimulation. Your back arched off the furs, a guttural cry torn from your lips that wasn’t entirely one of agony. You were locked on him, impaled, feeling every throb of that alien cock deep in your belly. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around the massive intrusion in helpless spasms.

Rodrak roared, a sound of primal triumph that shook the cave. 

He began to move.

With the knot seated inside you, his strokes were short, deep, and punishing. He couldn’t pull out far, so each thrust was a grind, the ridges along his shaft dragging against your overstimulated inner walls with every inch. The friction was incredible, a relentless pleasure-pain that built with crazy speed. Your earlier fear was being consumed, burned away by the raw, physiological fire he was stoking inside you. Your cries shifted, the notes of protest dying, replaced by ragged, open-mouthed gasps.

“Your cunt is learning,” he snarled, his pace increasing. The slap of his scaled hips against your thighs was a loud, wet rhythm in the chamber. “It clutches at me. It begs for the eggs. Tell me you want them.”

“I don’t!” you moaned, but it sounded weak, even to your own ears. Your body was moving with his, hips lifting to meet his drives, your inner muscles milking the thick shaft locked inside you.

“Liar,” he hissed, pleasure evident in his guttural tone. “Your body does not lie. I can feel it. The channel is softening, preparing. It hungers for the clutch.”

He shifted his angle, and on the next deep, grinding thrust, the blunt tip of his cock struck something deep inside you—a spot that sent a lightning bolt of pure, blinding pleasure straight to your core. You screamed, your eyes flying open to meet his burning gold gaze.

“There,” he breathed, a smile stretching his maw. “The entrance to your womb. The eggs must pass through there. Do you feel how your body opens for me?”

He did it again, and again, hammering against your cervix with deliberate strokes. The pain of the initial penetration had melted, transformed into a deep, resonant ache of fullness and a shocking, spreading heat. A coil was tightening low in your belly, an orgasm building from the sheer intensity of the stimulation. The shame was still there, but it was distant, drowned out by the roaring in your blood and the slapping sounds of his breeding.

“I’m… I’m going to…” you choked out, unable to even finish the thought.

“Come,” he commanded. “Come on my cock. Prepare the way for the clutch.”

The order, the dominance in his voice, snapped the last thread of your resistance. Orgasm crashed over you, violent and all-consuming. Your vision whited out as your pussy clenched and convulsed around his invading length, the pulsations rippling along the ridged shaft. You heard your own voice, raw and screaming, echoing in the cavern.

Rodrak roared again as your internal spasms triggered his own release. You felt a sudden, hot flood deep inside you—not the familiar wetness of human cum, but a thicker, viscous, hot liquid. It filled you, painting your inner walls, a sensation of being claimed from the inside out. He pumped it into you in great jets, and you could feel your stomach distending slightly with the volume of it.

“The seed fertilizes the eggs,” he grunted, still pumping his hips in shallow motions, ensuring every drop was deposited at the deepest point. “Now… the clutch itself.”

The heat inside you intensified. You felt a strange, shifting pressure at the base of his cock, where it was locked inside you by the knot. Then, a new sensation. A solid, rounded object traveling up the internal channel of his cock. You felt it move through the shaft, a distinct, rolling bulge, until it reached the tip, pressed against your sensitive cervix.

Your eyes widened. “What… what is that?”

“The first egg,” he said, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. “Take it, mate. Open for it.”

The pressure increased. The blunt head of his cock was holding the egg firmly against the tiny opening of your womb. He gave a powerful thrust, pushing with his entire body.

A sharp pain lanced through you, different from the stretch of his cock. This was deeper, internal. You felt your cervix dilate, forced open by the pressure of the smooth orb. There was a pop, a sensation of something giving way, and then a profound fullness settled even deeper within you than his cock had reached. The first egg was inside your womb.

A broken whimper left your lips. It felt huge, a foreign presence in your body. Before you could even process it, you felt the second egg begin its journey up his shaft.

“Yes,” Rodrak moaned, his claws digging into your hips. “Your womb accepts them. It is perfect.”

The second egg pressed, and he thrust, and another pop, another wave of deep, filling pressure. Your mind was fragmenting. The pain was real, but it was woven through with the lingering echoes of your orgasm, the shocking heat of his seed, and the claiming pleasure of being so utterly used and filled. 

Egg after egg traveled up his cock and was pushed through your cervix into your womb. Three. Four. Five. Each one stretched you a little more, added to the heavy, gravid fullness in your belly. You lost count, lost in a haze of pain and overwhelming sensation. You were moaning continuously now, a stream of helpless, needy sounds. Your hands, which had been pushing weakly at his chest, now clutched at his scaled shoulders, holding on as he filled you with his offspring.

The final egg was deposited. He held himself deep, the knot still swollen inside you, keeping his seed and the eggs sealed within your body. He collapsed forward slightly, bracing himself on his arms above you, his hot breath washing over your face. His golden eyes were half-lidded, sated, possessive.

You lay beneath him, utterly spent, filled beyond imagination. Your belly was visibly rounded, taut with the clutch of heavy eggs and his copious alien-dragon seed. Every internal shift made you gasp.

Slowly, over long minutes, the knot at the base of his cock began to soften and subside. With a final, wet, sucking sound, he slipped out of you. A flood of hot fluid—a mixture of his seed and your own juices—gushed from your well-used pussy, soaking the furs beneath you. You felt empty and yet impossibly full at the same time.

Rodrak rolled to the side, gathering you against his scaled body. One large hand came to rest possessively on your swollen belly. You were too overwhelmed to fight him.

“The clutch is seeded,” he rumbled, his purr a vibration against your back. “They will incubate. You will nourish them. In time, they will hatch.”

You should have been revolted. 

You should have been planning your escape. 

But a deep, primal lethargy had taken hold. Your body hummed with the aftermath of the most shocking experience of your life. The fear was gone, burned away. In its place was a hollowed-out awe, and dawning curiosity.

“How… how long?” you heard yourself whisper.

“Several of your cycles,” he said. “You will stay here. With me. I will hunt for you. I will keep you warm.” His tongue swiped over the mark his teeth had left on your shoulder. “You did well, my mate. Your fear was strong, but your breeding heat was stronger. You took my entire clutch. I am… pleased.”

The word ‘pleased’ should have meant nothing. But a strange, warm flush spread through your chest. You looked down at his large, dark hand splayed across your belly, over the eggs he had planted inside you. Your mind was a storm of conflict, but your body… your body felt settled. Complete. 

You shifted, wincing at the ache between your legs and the heavy movement within you. You turned your head to look up at his draconic face. The luminous gold eyes watched you, waiting.

“Will it… will it feel like that again? When they hatch?”

Rodrak’s eyes gleamed with a fierce, possessive joy. He nuzzled the top of your head, his purr deepening. “No, little mate. That was the breeding. The hatching is different. But do not worry.” He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer into his heat. “I will be here for that, as well. Every step. You are mine now. My nest. My queen.”

[verminthrope]

I love the idea of a caring and kind parasite, here are some doodles based off this post from anon & @boyw1fe ::-]

[ihaddreamyouweremine-deactivate]

forced quiet sex is such a turn on. covering your little mouth, telling you to shut the fuck up while your muffled whines escape through my fingers. only fucking harder into you out of anger for not being quiet.

[flowing-between-space]

Definitely not thinking about you lying on your back with your hair draped across the bed, and me kneeling over you with my balls in your mouth and my hard, leaking cock just resting on your face.

[holycollectivedelusion]

A friend of yours calls you over to help them "clean", but never specifying what exactly they need help cleaning. You arrive and they bring you into their room and tell you to get under their desk, so you listen, assuming there's a mess of wires or something behind the desk you can't see from standing there. You crawl into the small space and hear your friend moving a chair in behind you as you notice they're also not wearing any clothes while their crotch is directly In front of your face. "Now, get to work" they say, grabbing a tuft of your hair and bringing you to their crotch. The smell is overwhelming, and you realise they needed you over to clean their BALLS. You can see the sweat on their balls glistening as you get closer, the musky scent taking over every other smell. "I said get to work!" They shout as they rub your face into their crotch, slightly grinding against your face, smearing their balls against you as you feel the sweat sticking to your face. Reluctantly, you stick your tongue out and drag it across their balls. The smell is nowhere even close to the taste that overcomes your senses. Your tastebuds overpowered by this raunchy flavour coupled with the slimy texture their sweat has given them. "Finally", they breathe out, with a sigh of relief.

You hear them typing away on their keyboard and hear the faint sound of moaning, their other hand goes to their cock as they begin stroking above your face, their pre falling down into your hair, sliding across your forehead as they beat faster and faster. You try to back up a little but their grip still in your hair is like a vice. They notice you begin to slow down while being forced to worship their balls so they give your head a violent shake before bringing you back to their musky nuts. You finally give in, worshipping their balls while they jerk off above you, ignoring you entirely. They stop every now and again, probably changing porn videos above you,but there's no way to tell as they just leave their cock sitting on your face, leaking through your hair as you continue making out with their balls.

It's hard to tell how long it's been, but you guess maybe a full hour later they start getting close to finishing. You feel their balls contracting in your mouth and they start jerking off even faster than before. Hearing them grunt and moan above you as they spill across your face, coating your hair with their cum. They pull their chair back for a second and wipe their tip across your face and along your lips, using you as a cumrag to clean their cock. Finally, they pull you out from your musky prison and tell you to leave their place, as you're far too dirty to hang around right now, as they lock the door behind you.

[mommysbunnysub-deactivated20260]

please please be predatory please be rapey please tell me how you'd enjoy my inability to fight you off please tell me how me crying and screaming for you to stop would only make you want it more please

[precariouspuppy]

anyways been imagining him edging me over and over again with the threat that he'll rape my ass if i cum without permission. thinking about how he'd add an extra layer of humiliation by making Me be the one to push the vibrator away when i get too close, joking about how clearly i don't even want to cum since I'M the one stopping things every time. i'd be so wet from the anticipation and build up that he'd be able to slide in and out of my cunt so easily, lubing up his cock so that when he decides that he's ready, he can just line up and start forcing himself in my ass. before i could even complain or mention that i didn't break the rule, he'd grab my wrists and turn the vibration up on my clit. he'd remind me again of the consequences of cumming without permission, telling me i'm still not allowed, even as he's getting me closer and closer and already has the head inside. once i inevitably give in and can't hold back anymore, i'd cum just as he forced the rest of himself inside me

[enjoyer-of-fetishes]

need a poor little pet licking kissing sniffing my ballsack while i completely ignore it... crying and wishing i would touch it...

[sapphling]

something very hot about a forced kiss in the immediate vulnerability put forward and the self-assurance that no matter how much you hate the hot wet tongue licking out the inside of your mouth and no matter how badly it makes your skin crawl, you still wouldn't dare bite it and risk putting yourself in an even worse situation. just a cute arrogant way to rub it in

[m4ssconvuls10ns-deactivated2025]

literally just cum inside me and don’t pull out. and just when i think we're done, you should start moving again, growling and panting into my neck, rutting into me like an animal. drag my hips up so you can get a better angle to fuck into and maybe you snarl god, fuck, your cunt as you cum again, shuddering the whole way. by the time you’re done with me my hole is dripping and im almost crying into the bed with how good it all feels

[cherryflavoredpussy]

I'm the prince of a nation at war and I've been captured by the enemy commander along with the leader of my army. The enemy commander takes one look at me and decides I'll be useful as a cumhole for him and his men and strips me naked, ripping my clothes to shreads. My army leader kicks and screams trying to escape his bonds to save me. The enemy soldiers force him onto his knees and the enemy commander throws my naked form down in front of him. He gets down and presses my face into my army leaders crotch before propping my hips up and slamming his hard cock into me. I scream and cry while he pounds me, my face grinding against my army leaders hardening cock. I feel hot cum filling my womb and I can't stop myself cumming on the enemy commanders cock. He pulls out and hot seed gushes down my legs. He gives his soldiers a signal and they all descend on me at once, fucking and filling all my holes with massive loads of cum while my army leader watches, his cock throbbing in his pants. Once the enemy army is done with me and I'm a cum soaked mess, their attention is drawn back to him. They rip the front of his pants open and his huge cock comes bouncing out, drawing some wolf whistles and jeers from the the soldiers. He tries to maintain his composure, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut while they stroke and tease his cock. After they've teased him for a few minutes two of the soldiers pick my limp body up off the ground and bring me over to him. They spread my legs open and push the head of his cock into my wrecked boycunt. The rest of his cock slides in easily until hes bottomed out in me and the soldiers leave me sitting limply in his lap. They tie us up in that position, leaving us there with his cock buried right against my cervix, occasionally rutting his hips against me which makes me clench and cum on him. He cums in me over and over, each time telling me how sorry he is and that hes going to get us out of here, but I'm fine with staying in this position a little while longer

[yourprettiestpet]

slap me slap me slap me

wanna feel the sharp sting as Your fingers make contact – the blooming warmth that matches the pretty red mark – the dull ache emanating from Your handprint, seeping into my skin and bones and brain

want the simultaneous clarity and fuzziness that follow as i press my face into Your hand, feeling Your thumb softly caressing my cheek, staring up at You with wide, worshipful eyes, my mind slowing and focusing until all thoughts are of only You

wanna beg You to do it again, please, god, do it again, hurt me, hit me, make me gasp, make me cry, make me Yours, You want it just as much as i do and we both know it, so please, just slap me <3

[guttedfag]

still thinking abt my bf saying he was wondering when he’d get to have his balls in my mouth again when he shaved. Like!! Yeah??Fr?? Yay! Kicking my feet and foaming at the mouth!!