Hi i’m kal. he/she boygirl with a cunt i guess. i dont mind either gendered terms so boy/girl etc all cool with me. I’m on testosterone. i’m a switch but lean bottom
i like everyone so dont b scared of me
if im not into something i’ll just ignore u so feel free to send asks or dms. this is basically where im putting stuff not fit for my softercore blog…
Firstly, I have to say thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, and commented on my first post. I appreciate all the love.
Secondly. . . well here's the second part!
18+ Smut Below the cut.
The first week using the app was exhilarating. You didn't think you'd be as into it as you were, but nearly every day, whenever you were home, the app was on, and you waited patiently for someone new to fill you. After that, the novelty had begun to wear off. Your apartment was getting messy due to neglect, and there wasn't much variety in the clients you were getting. Most of them couldn't hold a candle to that Tester either, and you were finding yourself disappointed more often than not. So, you settled into a routine. The app would get turned on the second you came home, you'd change clothes, and start making dinner. By the time you were sitting down to eat, someone was ploughing away. Every once in a while, you'd stop to slip your hand down your pants and circle your clit until you came all over whatever cock was currently having its way with you. Most of the time, you let them have at it while you continued your nightly routine: cleaning up around your apartment, watering your plants, catching up on your TV shows. You were a little disappointed that things had become so blasé, but your financial situation was looking up, and you had to remind yourself that this is what the app was for.
This night had started like every other. Your first client had pushed his way inside just as you were plating up your dinner. Nothing special, you ignored it for the most part. You continued with cleaning up after dinner and putting a load of laundry in the washer when another uneventful client took his place. And so it continued until you were in the shower. You were rinsing the shampoo from your hair when you felt something cold and a little slimy teasing your entrance. It slipped along your folds, coating you in a slick, thick substance. At first, you thought it was lube, and you were thrilled at the possibility of something larger attempting to stretch you out, but when you swiped your fingers through your folds, the substance that clung to your fingers was thicker than any lube you'd seen before. You watched it stretch between your fingers, clear and goopy. Maybe it was some kind of strange precum.
You were still pondering the not-lube when the slicked-up cock slipped past your outer lips, circling your entrance, spreading its goo around. It was teasing you, or prepping you, maybe? Your breath caught in your throat when it slid upwards, brushing over your clit. It stayed there for a few moments, running its length back and forth. It rocked against you for a little while longer, and you delighted in the feeling of something other than your fingers on your clit.
Its shape was stranger than anything you'd experienced thus far. A little on the thinner side, slick and smooth. No obvious head that you could feel, but slightly tapered towards the tip, almost like a vibrator. It moved its way back towards your entrance, circling a few more times before it pushed easily into your center, aided in part by the goo but also by its shape. You were able to feel how its base got gradually thicker the further it went in. When it bumped your back wall, you inhaled sharply at the feeling of it hitting your cervix, a slight cramping sensation that caused you to clench, as if your body was trying to expel the intrusion. You felt the appendage respond to your protest, and it eased back a bit. After a moment, the appendage began to move, the tip had begun to wiggle about inside of you, searching. In its haphazard movements, it bumped against your sweet spot, and you moaned. The creature had found its target and had begun to tap the spot with its tip over and over again. You threw your head back and anchored yourself against the shower wall. Your hands ran over your wet tits, thumbs tracing your nipples. You could feel an orgasm building deep in your stomach, and you wanted nothing more than for the creature to keep doing exactly what it was doing. But it had other plans, and it pulled out of you, nearly all of the way before it pushed back in, angling that strange tip upward to hit the spot it had been abusing just moments before. Another moan was ripped from your lungs, and you could feel your arousal beginning to drip out of you and mix with the goo now coating your thighs. The creature's assault on your pussy picked up, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You were a whining, moaning mess. One hand continued to palm your breasts while the other found your slick clit. As the creature continued to fuck you fast and hard, you could hear the sounds your own body was making, a graphic squelching noise accompanied by faint splats as goo and arousal dripped from you and splattered on the shower tile. You came hard and had to throw a hand against the wall to keep yourself upright as your pussy spasmed around the appendage. The creature fucked you through it, never letting up, no matter how hard your body clenched around it.
In the wake of your last orgasm, you could feel another one beginning to build. The creature's pace was brutal, and your last orgasm had made you so sensitive. A sudden whine of disappointment fell from your lips as the appendage abruptly ceased, resting inside you for a moment. It pulled almost completely out of you, just the tip inside. Just as quickly as it had stopped, it rammed itself back in as deep as it could, pushing against your cervix again. Your knees almost gave out in answer. It pulled out slowly again, stopping just before it left you empty. At the same time, something else began to prod at your pussy, cool and slick like the first appendage. Ever so slowly, it wiggled its way under the first appendage, one stacked on top of the other, two of them now nestled inside. The stretch wasn't immense, but you felt so full with both of them in you. They began to push forward, continuing to open you up. There was no way you were going to be able to remain standing for whatever was about to come, so you slid down the shower wall and onto your knees, keeping them spread wide. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on the floor.
The dual onslaught began slow and gentle, as one pushed in, the other pulled out. You could feel your body stretching around them, learning to accommodate both. When you had been stretched enough, they started working in tandem, both cocks filling and stretching you, pushing against your g-spot again. It was so good it almost hurt, and you barely recognized the noises that left you. All you could do was brace yourself as they resumed a brutal pace. Your second orgasm hit hard and without warning, flooding your senses. The cocks didn't seem to care that you were clenching around them; they continued pushing forward, almost desperately. The first one targeted your g-spot again, making sure to hit it every time. You were so overstimulated, so full, that you barely noticed the second one continuously bottoming out and pushing against your cervix. Until on its last thrust, it pushed through. You gasped as you felt it move its way into your womb, releasing a mess of goo similar to what was currently dripping down your thighs. Simultaneously, the first appendage released. The sensation of the two cocks releasing into you and the overstimulation of feeling so full had left you twitching on the floor of your shower. You felt fuller than you ever had, and you hoped they'd stay a bit, keep you full and plugged with their cum, but too soon the appendages, which you now realized were probably some type of tentacle, pulled out of you.
You stayed on the floor for a long while as the tentacle cum continued to drip from your poor cunt. When your limbs had stopped shaking and your breathing returned to normal, you stood. You stuck an arm out from the shower curtain and blindly sought your phone. You had to turn the app off; no way were you going to be able to take anyone else tonight. Through the steam of the bathroom, you noticed that your client had left you a review, "5 stars. She took my tentacles so well." The slight praise, along with the sizeable tip, made you glow with pride.
AN: I know human cervixes don't work like that, but this is esentially written hentai, so suspend some disbelief with me for a moment. Also. . . I think it's hot. Sue me.
Thinking of tentacle monster that fucks you from the inside out. It forces its way inside your body, living in your stomach or womb. And from there it will occasionally use its tentacles to rail your holes whenever it pleases without warning
From in your stomach, you could just be buying groceries when suddenly a tentacle jams up your throat into your mouth. You gag and choke on it as it fucks your throat, and if you don’t want people to pass by and see a tentacle thrusting in and out of your mouth, you better keep your jaw clenched shut so it can’t make it past your teeth. You can try and struggle to swallow it back down into your stomach, it but fights you every step of the way, and the feeling of your throat constricting around it only helps please it. Alternatively you can give it lighter swallows and suck on the tip in your mouth to make it cum faster and therefore stop sooner. And if you’re not exceptionally skilled at swallowing up its seed faster than it can pump its load, you’d better find somewhere for it to go. From an outside perspective it’ll probably look like you’re vomiting up cum. But once it’s over, it’ll slowly recede back into your stomach
From in your womb, you could be sitting on the bus waiting for your next stop when you feel it start to press hard against your cervix, and you only have a second to brace yourself before it shoves itself into your pussy and starts thrusting in and out. There’s not much you can do without drawing attention to yourself, so you have to just sit back and try not to moan out loud. Sometimes it’ll stick further out to stroke different segments of its long tentacles, snaking around you. Someone might notice the moving shapes under your clothes if it extends far enough. Eventually you hobble off the bus and find a private place to slip your clothes off, and jerk off the tentacle to help it finish. Then you lean against the wall, whining a little it pulls all the way back into your womb, rubbing your insides all the way.
Idk something about the helplessness of the monster fucking you being the safety of the one place you can’t even try to do anything to it: Inside you. And if anyone knows where to find content similar to this please lmk. Doesn’t even have to be a tentacle monster, just anything fucking someone from the inside
Imagine getting fucked by a ghost or an invisible force in front of a mirror. There’s nothing you can do but feel and see your gaping pussy. The best part is that you never know when they’re going to fuck you again since you can’t see them <3
i need a big strong alpha in rut to pin me down and hump their huge shaft against my slick boypussy, rubbing their length on my tdick til i’m wet n loosened up enough it just barely fits, i need them to hike my hips up and take what’s theirs, plunging me down deep to the base of their knot, fuck i need them to keep pushing and rutting til it pops in, need to get my omega cunt knotfucked so bad
Taking the family dog to the basement when the everyone's fast asleep very late at night only to let him f*ck and knot multiple times till his balls are completely empty inside the womb..
I wish people could just understand that I'm a real life omega, like from a/b/o fics.
I'm just a guy who's biologically and genetically designed to be dominated, fucked, and impregnated by men who are bigger and stronger than me with huge, fertile cocks.
I was just born in the wrong universe. I need to be in an a/b/o universe where I can be passed around, bought, sold, won and stolen by men who could easily kill me if they wanted, but they just want to see me pregnant with their litters. I can't help it, it's just my life's purpose.
(OP is a man. He/they/it pronouns. Don't share on "men DNI" or d3trans/misg3ndering blogs.)
is there anything hotter than the way someone describes a huge cock entering a tight omega pussy? the way it stretches them and presses everywhere deep inside? how it pounds at their cervix until they're a sobbing mess desperate to be bred?
feeling an Omega starting kicking and thrashing from the force of his orgasm when my cock breaks through his cervix to start fucking his womb directly.... don't mind if i knot and breed you like this, right?
being a tguy with a cis bf makes me feel like i’m living out my omegaverse fantasy and it’s soo hot hhh i love being a tiny fuckable omega who’s nightly routine is getting a litter pumped into his pussy by his alpha ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა i’m made for breeding
big brother woke me up to come cuddle with him and it turned into me rubbing my ass on his cock n then that turned into him fucking me rough in doggy and pushing my head into the pillow saying "take it, fucking take it"
Thinking about fucking a pretty boy who's never had a cock inside him before. Watching his eyes go wide and his mouth fall open with just an inch or two inside his tight hole. Him gasping "fuck, oh" when he feels how my cock stretches him open. "ah- it's so thick.." Pushing my cock deep inside him, him panting heavily and whining, pretty eyes glazing over. "oh god, I- I'm so full". Thrusting deep into him, making him cry out in pleasure, rambling incoherently "fuck, fuck, it's so much", I go faster and harder, railing him until he's sobbing "oh my god, oh my god, it's so- OH". Eyes rolling back in his head, whole body jerking and writhing. A complete desperate mess, brainless and cockdrunk
Porn isn't supernatural. I wish it was, but it's really just regular photos and videos.
Making porn is no different from making a video essay about the comic book speculation bubble bursting in the early 90s. Watching porn is no different from watching that episode of Seinfeld where George gets the security guard a chair and then he falls asleep on the job.
It isn't morally different. It isn't mystically different. It isn't corrupting. It isn't addicting. You don't need to be protected from it or absolved of having been in contact with it. The performers are just performers. The final product is just entertainment. God is dead and we're allowed to goon.
spectrophillia might be one of my weirder? but fun kinks
the idea that i could have a ghost following me around anywhere and everywhere for me to just be a hole for it to use?
Wonderful
like imagine being at work and all the sudden you feel something prodding at your hole under your clothes? 🤤
or being in the grocery store, trying to reach for something and all the sudden having a fat invisible cock slamming into you and you have to brace the shelves for dear life
in public is always gonna be hot, being a secret Fleshlight for something i cant see or have any control over
but also say like in my hotel room, i have a full length mirror, imagine getting out of the shower and while im drying off in front of the mirror all the sudden i feel something pressing at my cunt
and when i look back i can see my hole gaping around nothing???🤤🤤GODs i need that
i would love to be pressed up against the sink and have my head forced forward so i have to look at myself getting fucked from the double reflection
i just want to be absolutely pounded and stuffed full when i cant do anything about it but take it