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Mid 20’s - they/them - queer - mostly submissive but technically not always - I love making friends! - minors go away

[spreadableshareables]

take me out on dates or just to the grocery store with a bigggggg dildo in my pussy. one that's not outwardly visible but is so big that I can't bend over, can barely sit in it. you have to tie it in me because my pussy would just push it out otherwise. I can't think, I'm almost-painfully full, I'm walking kind of weird, and you're just laughing at me the whole time we're out. I'd be on the verge of tears every time we got home after that.

[estrogirlie]

god i’d fucking kill to be touched properly. i need someone to need me so bad they can’t hold themselves back. i need to be grabbed in a way that doesn’t let me doubt that you want me. throw me around. bruise me. make me feel desired for something other than what i can provide for you. fuck.

[zedsbredhead]

"You can cum inside me" I appreciate the permission, but respectfully I have you tied up and my full body weight holding you down. I can cum wherever I want and there isn't a thing you can do to stop it.

[sprinkledkisses-deactivated2026]

I need to eat pussy in a pathetically subby way NOW!!! I need to be on my knees with my head being pushed closer to their cunt THIS INSTANT!!! like and subscribe if you agree

[toy-heart]

I need my hole filled so fucking bad

[domdraven]

Imagine falling asleep cockwarming your dom and waking up to them fucking you, your body jostling up the bed with the sheer force of their thrusts as they hold your hips in a bruising grip. Yeah. Think about it.

[pwnties]

the idea of biting at someones shoulder while their fingers or cock slams in n outta me and i’m drooling and whining and humping whike im crying and

[sadclownsupportgroup]

if you see this while you're touching yourself you have to reblog it so everyone knows, them's the rules

[steamandcream]

Renting your holes out via magical portal glory holes.

It's a pretty sweet gig; you get paid a base fee and a bonus for every customer who uses you. All you have to do is put on the portal apparatus for the appropriate hole, and go about your day and wait for someone to take advantage of you from the other side. You can even turn off sections if you want to give one hole a rest, set limits through your account, everything.

Maybe you give it a try when you'll be home all day. You put on the panties, get everything set up, and set yourself as Available, then go about your day at home, doing chores or playing video games or watching TV. It takes a while for the first client to show up, but you get a notification and your panties vibrate, only for a slick cock to suddenly begin pressing into you.

It's so naughty, sitting on the couch alone in your house moaning and panting because someone miles away is pounding you, but it's such a thrill - even more when you can feel them cum inside you and you're left with seed dripping down your legs, and a little extra cash in your wallet.

You clean up a little, wobble your way to get a glass of water afterwards....only for another client to show up minutes later. You drink your water, bend over the kitchen counter, and let them have you, settling in for a day of intermittent poundings you can't (don't want to) stop.

But it only gets filthier as the day goes on. You go from enjoying a nice quick fuck on your couch to being doubled over the washing machine in the middle of doing laundry, desperately trying to hold yourself up, legs shaking and gut bulging over and over as someone plows you with a massive horse dildo, stretching your ass so wide it aches and rearranging your guts with every slam. You're a fucked out drooling mess, whining and squirming to find relief - but there's nothing you can do. You're at the mercy of the portal on the other side until you take the panties off on your own, and you just can't seem to convince yourself to...

Once it ramps up it doesn't seem to slow down. You end up on the floor, moaning and writhing as your ass is ruined, belly distending over and over. It lasts for what feels like hours and when they finally get their fill and pull it out, you're loose and gaping, just an exhausted heap on the laundry room floor, quivering every time you try to stand.

There's just enough of a break between users that you can stumble your way off to get another drink, almost delirious with exhaustion after maybe a dozen rounds so far. Just as you're getting your breath back, you feel another cock rubbing at your raw, stretched ass, and you consider taking he portal off......

And then you see the payment receipt for the last visitor.

Maybe just a few more clients wouldn't hurt....

[wanders-in-wonderland]

A Box of Fun

Note: The clit box/pussy portal concept is one I’ve seen floating around the internet since forever and I think it’s sooooo hot so here’s my take on it teehee

He’d finally done it.

His fingers trailed over the box's cool, seamless edges. A marvel of engineering, deceptively simple in its sleek titanium casing. No one would guess what lived inside. Who lived inside.

Because there, nestled in precision, pulsed a perfect replica of her pussy. Every fold, every nerve ending, every flush of blood beneath soft skin, atomically identical. Synapses wired directly to hers. A closed loop: every stroke, every touch, every cruel pinch he inflicted here would ripple through her body, her real body, with merciless accuracy.

And the inverse? Even sweeter. Every desperate clench of her cunt as she helplessly responded to his touch would answer here, in his hands, twitching like the pathetic, obedient thing it now was.

No consent. No escape. Just ownership, distilled into a box small enough to fit in his palm.

His thumb brushed the damp seam of the replica’s slit, so warm, so alive, and miles away, her breath hitched.

A grin split his face.

Time to play.

—

She’s getting ready for bed. Wearing just a big t-shirt and panties, freshly showered and sleepy. He knows because he installed cameras and microphones all throughout her apartment months ago. There isn’t a single thing she can do without him knowing.

He sits in front of his computer, multiple camera angles feeding him live video and audio. He opens the box with careful hands, her pretty pussy nestled within the lining. So cute, untouched, unsuspecting.

His fingers trail idly along the smooth, pliant flesh, and he watches as she flinches, eyes wide, glancing down at herself. He smiles.

And so it begins.

He doesn’t waste any time, his fingers moving to spread her pussy lips before he leans down and pulls her clit into his mouth, tongue moving in quick movements as he alternates between sucking and licking. He watches the way her body shuts down, shock and pleasure flooding her system as she collapses onto her bed.

He doesn’t care to give her any time to recover. Instead, he pulls his mouth away to replace his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her spit-slicked skin in tight, cruel circles, taking in the way her breath comes in fast gasps as she tries to press her legs together, confusion, fear, panic written all over her face.

It doesn’t take long before her clit is a trembling, hypersensitive nub between his fingers, swollen and darkened from relentless attention. He runs the pad of his thumb over it in slow, agonizing circles, feeling the way it pulses under his touch, tiny convulsions of pleading nerves that only make him smirk. On the screen, her legs jerk, her hips rising off the bed as her body betrays her, craving more even as her mind doesn’t undestand.

She’s a puppet, and he controls every string. He squeezes the delicate bud between his fingertips, rolling it like a toy, listening to the wet, obscene slickness of her cunt in the box mirroring the mess between her thighs on-screen. He can see the wet patch on her panties, the outline of her pretty pussy clear behind the soaked fabric.

Her clit pulses under his fingers, a trembling, engorged little nub, dark as a bruise, so swollen now that it protrudes obscenely from her slick, puffy folds. He squeezes it, watching the thin skin stretch taut, watching it throb in frantic protest.

He traces the swollen bud with his fingertip, circling slow, barely a touch, just to watch it suffer. It’s obscene how responsive she is, the little nub twitching under his attention, glistening with slick. He presses down harder, rubbing in tight little spirals, the flesh trembling beneath his fingers like a caged animal.

He lets his fingers drag lower, spreading the plush folds wide, so wet, dripping for him, even as her fists clench in the sheets. His other hand strokes her clit lazily, coaxing her higher, watching the way her hips twitch with every circling press.

He scrapes a fingernail slowly along the underside of her clit, savoring the way it quivers. Her folds flutter, her hole clenching around nothing, as if begging for something to fill her.

He indulges her, thrusting two fingers deep into the slick imitation of her pussy, relishing how the tight walls convulse.

He leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the throbbing nub in his hands, lapping at it with slow, wet drags. The way it jerks under the heat of his mouth, god, it’s beautiful. On-screen, her back arches. A broken moan tangles in her throat.

His fingers move, fucking her in deep, lazy pumps, her inner walls clenching around nothing, trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor against the pleasure.

She rocks into it, chasing his invisible touch, teetering over the edge.

So he pulls away.

Her entire body jerks in protest because she doesn’t get to cum yet.

His fingertips trace the very edges of her clit, never touching where she needs it most, just ghosting over the hypersensitive nerves until her entire body writhes. She claws at the sheets, her thighs twitching open despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her clit begging for friction.

Then, finally, he gives in, but not the way she wants. He presses the flat of his thumb down on the engorged nub, grinding in slow, mind-numbing circles, watching on the screen as her back arches wildly.

He increases the pressure just a fraction, just enough to keep her teetering. Her cunt is dripping, her clit a dark, throbbing bead under his control, her body no longer hers, just a thing, just a wet little hole responding on command.

When her thighs start to shake, when her voice breaks into a sob, he stops, watching the hope fade from her eyes.

He pulls out a fine-tipped vibrator, pressing it directly against the bundle of nerves, dialing it just under the threshold of orgasm.

A keening noise claws up her throat as the pleasure builds and builds, never cresting, never breaking, just holding her there on the edge, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for the release she won’t get.

He watches her writhe, soaked in sweat and shame, her body no longer her own.

And through it all, her clit pulses in his grasp, a tiny, twitching heart of suffering and ecstasy.

He can see her chest heaving from her panting breaths, so close to what she wants. And so he stops, pulling the vibrator off, watching her helpless pussy twitch and ache.

She lets out a wail, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as desperation gnaws a deep ache inside of her.

He watches the screen, half-amused, half-annoyed, as her fingers hesitantly drift between her thighs. She wants to cum and she thinks she can do it herself.

A mistake.

The moment her fingertips brush her swollen clit, his grip tightens on the replica in his hands, his thumb pressing down just enough to make her freeze.

No, no, sweet thing. That’s against the rules.

He gives her clit a harsh flick and watches as a scream rips out of her throat. But that isn’t enough to deter her, because moments after, her fingers are back on her clit, rubbing like a filthy, disobedient whore.

He sucks in an annoyed breath and picks up a thin electric rod. Without hesitating, he presses the tip against her clit and shocks her, the zapping sound ripping through the air.

A sharp, stinging jolt shoots through the tiny bundle of nerves in his palm, and oh, the way it jerks. The way she jerks, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she yanks her hand away, thighs slamming together as if she can protect herself.

But protection isn’t an option anymore. Not from him.

He lets her pant, lets her shake, lets her think it might be over.

And then, with slow, deliberate cruelty, he pinches the clit between two fingers, holding it still before driving the electric rod against it, letting it fire off several zaps in quick succession.

She screams. The clit in his box convulses, the trapped flesh trembling violently.

He smiles.

“You’ll learn,” he murmurs, flicking the little nub again, hard. She yelps, back arching off the bed.

Her fingers stay far away now, knuckles white as she grips the sheets instead, her body trembling under his unseen control.

Good.

He drags his thumb over the sopping slit in the box, gathering slick before lazily circling the clit again, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her squirm on screen.

She bites her lip, thighs pressing together in futile resistance.

He reaches for the tiny silver clamp and arranged it around her flesh, watching it bite down on her swollen clit, the sensitive tissue protesting with every pulse. Tears well up in her eyes on the screen. She shakes her head, whispering no, no, no, but there is no mercy for her.

He twists the clamp tighter around her tortured clit, delighting as the swollen flesh bulges around the metal teeth, darkening to a lurid purple. Her whole pussy quivers in response, her hole weeping, her inner muscles spasming in confused, helpless pleasure.

He grabs the vibrator again, the toy humming to life against the clamped bud, the frequency so precise it makes her flesh flutter, muscles contracting helplessly. Her back arches off the bed, a broken noise wrenching from her throat as pleasure spikes, sharp, unbearable, inescapable. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets, hips bucking in stuttering little jerks as the toy torments the hypersensitive nerve cluster.

Drool slicks her lower lip as she pants, eyes unfocused. He watches with satisfaction as her cunt pulses around nothing, slickness dripping from her in obscene rivulets. The vibrator buzzes harder, and a broken sob tears from her, sounds of desperation spilling out of her mouth.

He adjusts the clamp a fraction tighter, then twists it just to hear her scream. The vibrator rolls slow, merciless circles, pinning her clit ruthlessly. Every nerve in her body is lit up, pleasure crackling through her in waves that crest but never break. She is no longer a woman, just a thing shaking apart between his fingers, reduced to quivering flesh and involuntary spasms.

Every pulse of the vibrator sends shockwaves through her, stomach clenching, toes curling, breath coming in jagged little gasps. But he keeps it steady, never increasing the intensity, never allowing her the relief of building toward release.

Just edging. Just an endless, torturous plateau, where she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her but never tipping over.

"P-Please—" she whimpers, her voice thin and broken, nails digging into her own thighs as if that could ground her.

He tsks, amused. As if she has any right to beg.

With deliberate cruelty, he turns the vibrator up, just one notch.

The effect is immediate. Her stomach muscles quiver violently, her legs splaying wider in helpless invitation, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. The clamp keeps her clit swollen and aching, the vibrator sending sharp, concentrated pulses straight into the overstimulated nerve bundle.

And still, she doesn’t cum.

Because he won’t let her.

Not until he decides she’s suffered enough.

—

The moment finally comes, her body, strained to its absolute limit, teetering on the razor’s edge of orgasm. He can feel it in the way her clit pulses in the box, a desperate, throbbing little heartbeat between his fingers. He has denied her all night, teased her, shocked her, clamped her, ruined her, but now, at last, he will let her break.

He pulls the clamp off cruelly, watching her clit swell as blood comes rushing back, flooding her already raw nerves with new torment. Her clit trembles, swollen so fat it sticks out from between her lips, begging for mercy. He doesn’t give her a chance to recover before he presses the vibrating toy directly onto her swollen clit, cranked to the highest setting.

On screen, her entire body snaps taut, a silent scream stretching her lips wide.

"That’s it," he murmurs, watching her cunt flutter around nothing, soaking the sheets beneath her. "Cum for me."

And she does.

Hard.

Her back arches violently, her thighs locking around the empty air as her orgasm rips through her. The clit in his hands convulses, pussy spilling slick in thick pulses under his touch. He grins, keeping the vibrator pressed firm, not letting up, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until it hurts.

She thrashes, her moans turning hoarse, painfully overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop.

He laughs, low and dark.

"You think you're done?" His fingers dig into her folds, spreading them open, exposing her glistening, twitching hole to the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator. "I’m just getting started."

Another orgasm wrenches out of her, messy and uncontrollable, her cunt contracting in helpless spasms as tears streak down her face.

Her legs jerk on the screen, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, heels digging into the mattress as if she could escape the pleasure eating her alive. But she can't. Every pulse of the toy sends electric jolts straight through her clit, her pussy fluttering around empty air, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.

He smirks, circling the vibrating tip harder against the swollen bud, watching the way her stomach muscles clench, another orgasm building whether she wants it or not.

Then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out a vibrating dildo and presses it straight into the tight, dripping hole in the box.

Her scream splits the air, her spine bowing off the bed, fingers clawing at nothing as the thick intrusion fills her in the exact spot designed to destroy her. The moment he turns it on, her entire body bucks like a live wire, the deep, rumbling vibrations rocking through her core, pressing mercilessly against the swollen inner wall of her cunt.

The clit vibrator doesn’t stop, buzzing against her abused nub while the deeper toy punishes her g-spot, sending shocks of sensation radiating through her lower belly.

She wails, thighs slamming together in a desperate, futile attempt to stop the pleasure, but it’s impossible, her hips twitch in tiny, involuntary thrusts, her cunt clamping down around the thick vibrator like it’s trying to milk it.

Her clit jumps under the relentless onslaught, pulsing in time with the brutal vibrations, the dark, swollen flesh quivering violently under his treatment. The dildo shifts inside her, the angle just right to send another bone-deep spasm tearing through her, her back arching so sharply it looks like she’ll snap.

He grinds the vibrator deeper, angling it so the thick, ribbed tip digs ruthlessly into the spongy spot inside her, the pressure unbearable. Every thrum of the toy sends gushes of slick spilling from her hole, her pussy clenching in erratic, overstimulated spasms, not an orgasm, not anymore, just her body breaking from the relentless pleasure.

Her clit is engorged, purpling from the abuse, twitching against the buzzing toy like a dying thing, her entire pussy quivering in time with it.

And still, he doesn’t stop.

He increases the speed, the dildo drilling into her sensitive walls, the clit toy vibrating so fast it blurs, her entire body convulsing like a puppet yanked on its strings.

Another scream rips out of her, her hips jacking up off the bed, her cunt flooding the sheets as the forced pleasure tears another orgasm out of her, violent and uncontrollable. Her muscles lock, her fists slamming into the mattress as she cums, hard, messy, shameless, her hole pulsing around the vibrator, her clit throbbing in his grip like a second heartbeat.

But it’s not a release.

It’s torture.

Her eyes roll back, her moans turning to sobs as her body betrays her, cumming again, and again, her overstimulated nerves alight with agony and ecstasy.

She is nothing now.

Just a wet, trembling hole, a toy, a broken thing locked inside a box, bleeding pleasure at his command.

And he laughs, pressing down harder, watching her break.

Because she’s not allowed to stop.

Not until he decides.

[ahotknife]

i love the point in the hero’s journey where he gets bent over and railed until he cries

[noctthedoor]

Don’t leave this in the tags

[boycunt-slut]

they stretched and I caught a glimpse of tummy and happy trail and I'm being so normal about it (I want to put my mouth there)

[cuterapesleeve]

first date idea, hours of unprotected mating press :3

[vampire-catboy]

I’m in a switchy mood right now, I want to start off doming a cute puppy boy that’s a lot bigger than me. Having him all whiny and excited with his hands tied to the headboard while I ride him as slowly as I like to keep bringing him to the edge before stoping to never let him get over the edge. I want to watch him squirm and whine, begging me to let him touch me, to let him thrust into me. But I just shush him and tell him how pretty he looks like this, so how could I stop teasing such a cute puppy?

I want to grab at his chest and bite his nipples, cover him entirely in deep purple hickeys. I want him to be so marked up that it doesn’t matter how much he tries to cover it up later on, it won’t be possible to cover them all. They will know he’s my good puppy, and the thought of him being embarrassed by it makes me giddy. I want to keep teasing him like that until he can’t take it anymore, because he knows if I have things my way the whole night I’ll never let him cum.

And suddenly he breaks his restraints and I’m being held underneath him while he pounds his growing cock inside me as deep as he can get it. Groping at my soft skin that he now is covering in his own hickeys making sure he returns the favour of marking me up so much I could never hide them all. He wants people to know I’m his boy just as much as he’s mine. I want to feel his cock pounding deep into my guts knowing he’s going to fill me with his seed. With a big thrust I feel his hot cum flood into me and I know he intends to keep going.

I want to feel him growl into my ear that he’s going to make me round with his pups, because that’s how I should be. I want him to keep filling me up with his cum until my belly is already distended from how much seed he’s filled me with. And even when I’m near passing out and he’s finally drained, I want him to keep his cock inside so not even a drop can escape when we finally fall asleep that night. Hn, yeah, that’s what I want.

[vampb4it]

so getting held down and having your cunt forcefully eaten out really does fix your mental health

[dominant-dominion]

[audio-desires]

drink water & masturbate today bc you deserve that