YES kinks: edging, denial, cnc/dubcon, public use/play, toys, monsterfucker, impossible sizes/stretching, sex toys, ghosts, bondage, intox, hypno, mild pet-play, mild humiliation, object insertion, somno, being a toy, aaaand more as I find them
MAYBE sometimes kinks: pain, degradation, dumbification, hard-humiliation, slave stuff
HARD NO kinks: pregnancy/impregnation, piss/scat/puke, misogyny, vore, age play
Down to chat/interact, not really down to play with anyone I don't already have a relationship with (unless invited)
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When your new roommate said the apartment was haunted, you thought he was crazy. He said the ghost was friendly, that he liked to move things around and knock on doors sometimes, that you didnât need to worry, and you didnât pay any mind to it because the apartment was really nice and cheap.
But now you know he was right. Kind of. He got two things wrong: there were more than one ghost, and they were not friendly. They were horny. They touch you anytime, anywhere, no matter what youâre doing. You go nights without sleep because they keep fingering you and fucking you with their invisible cocks. You canât take a shower without your pussy and mouth being used. Your panties are always wet thanks to their constant teasing, but they almost never let you cum, so youâre perpetually needy.
You cannot possibly tell your roommate about the embarrassing situation, so you refuse to leave your bedroom if heâs home. But now he wants to introduce you to some of his friends who came to watch the superbowl and youâve run out of excuses, so you have to do your best to keep it together and watch the game while the ghosts do whatever they want with you.
really cool when something is too big and too heavy for your cunt to just squeeze out so instead you're just kind of left twitching around it and visibly milking it with no choice but to keep taking the stretch anyways
One of my favourite things is weird creepy parasite creatures. I love designing them. This one is a parasitic tail that mimics the tail of a local dragon species. It latches onto the host with the spikes along the three 'finger' like portions of it's body and inserts a tube that has two channels in it, one that connects to an outside hole that basically acts as a fake dragon butthole, and the other part of the tube goes into the body of the creature where it stores eggs.
The thing latches on, inserts the tube, and wafts about a bunch of dragon pheromones so that a dragon comes along and fucks the host. During the process, the parasite releases eggs that get pushed down the tube, into the host where dragon jizz ends up going and fertilizing the eggs. Host then holds onto the eggs for for several hours (unable to push them out because the parasite is closing off the 'exit') and then lays them, and hopefully the process begins again until the parasite has made the host lay several clutches of eggs.
(btw I'm still trying to figure out my art style for digital, the colouring looks weird cause I didn't know what tf I was doing)
Fuck yes. There's not enough parasite monster porn.
CW: Parasite, eggpreg, noncon, rough noncon, exhibitionism, dubcon, mind alteration
You just started an internship at a renowned monster conservation facility. You felt secure in working there. Highly praised in their work in conserving endangered species and bringing awareness to creatures some might deem unneeded, you didn't think twice before signing your contract.
You didn't think anything odd about the job until your, supposed, new coworkers held your arms and cut your clothes off as something was wheeled into the room behind you. You panicked, of course. "The fuck is going on? What are you doing?"
"You read your contract didn't you? We're introducing you to your new job."
You heard the sounds of some wild unknown thing behind you, hissing and screeching like it too hated what was going on.
"Stop. You don't have to do this. I didn't actually know what I was signing on to." You spoke hysterically, writhing this way and that. Trying to get out of the firm grip of your captors.
"Well it's a good thing the courts will only see your signature."
And with that you feel something latch onto your lower back. Tiny pin like teeth press into your skin, causing you to groan in pain. It quickly turns into heat as something begins to seep into your skin.
Surprisingly, the two holding your arms let you go. You try to make a break for it, only to immediately stumble and land face first on to the ground. That isn't right, why aren't your legs cooperating?
"Now everyone, watch very closely as the parasite poison takes affect. You can see that the muscle fatigue prevents the host from calling for help and trying to pull it off in panic. Temporary, of course, the fatigue will only last long enough for the aphrodisiac to kick in."
Is this being recorded?!
Like the person - your boss - said, you can't move your body. Your stuck in the compromising position of ass up for all your colleagues to see. You can't look up to see what going on. Only the floor of the facility and leather work shoes is all that's in view. From the tone of voice, one that you've grown to know from other conservation videos, this is not only being recorded, but will be used as educational material for the outside world. Just what on earth did you sign up for?
"Luckily our volunteer here has fully consented for the conservation of this beautiful creature. I'm sure they were just as excited as we were when they signed on."
Bastard. You try to yell out, but all that comes out slurred groans. You blush at the sound of it, sounding far too sultry than what you meant to come across. The chuckle of your colleagues around you only makes the blush deepen. A tingle of pleasure pulses at your core knowing everyone is watching this happen.
Wait, what?
"Now for the next part of the parasites process: The insertion."
You would've gasped if your lungs were working properly. All too suddenly, something begins to probe at your hole. Slick, like a tongue thicker than any humans, it presses inside.
"With the host fully relaxed, the parasite can begin making it inside their rectum before beginning the final process. Not to worry for how thick the appendage might look. Along with the muscle relaxant, he parasite secretes a natural lubricant to ensure no pain. Not only that, but the host will begin to feel the aphrodisiac qualities of its venom start to take hold."
You don't really hear all of that. You're too busy focusing on the thing worming its way up your ass, hitting pleasurable points inside you you didn't even knew you had. You thighs tremble, panting as try to keep yourself from pushing your ass in the air to drive it deeper.
"Ohhh-hh, God..." You can feel your arms moving to try and push yourself up, but everything's so sluggish and warped. You really need... something. Something is missing right now and you don't know what. You need to focus. This isn't good! Your not supposed to want this.
You whine. It feels really good. Why does it feel so good?
"With parasite fully inserted, it can begin the process of laying its first clutch into the host."
You arch your back and nearly cum right there. Inside, with heightened sensitivity, you feel as small rounded object pour inside your...womb? You shake your head.
That's not right.
But you have eggs in you now. That must mean. Something?
It's too hard to think. Maybe if you just focus on how good it feels to full of eggs it'll start to make sense. The rounded pouch of your stomach certainly seems like its supposed to be there. Right?
You double over as a sudden sweet smell fills the air around you. it makes you hole clench achingly. Some itch inside you isn't being satisfied with just the eggs. You spread your legs and swish your tail around enticingly at the potential breeders around you. You know what you need.
"Once the parasite has fully laid their eggs, they'll emit pheromones to entice the nearest male dragon as to inseminate the eggs within. The host is fully in control at this point and will also try to seek the nearest partner for breeding. Their body will be stuck in the throes of heat until then. Though, unfortunately, the parasites eggs will not be fertilized without the specific mixture of dragon cum. Thus, the host won't be satiated until then either."
You whine and hump the air, trying to make yourself as appealing as possible. Why is no one breeding you right now? You need to be bred!
"Luckily, and the reason we're able to go through this in the first place, we were recently able to get a hold of a green dragon."
The sound of metal and loud roars pique your interest. Your almost afraid at the sight of such a powerful beast before you. Razor sharp claws and fanged teeth would make it easy to slice through your flesh. You almost break out of the control of the parasite. Then the smell of dragon cock hits you.
"Once a nearby dragon picks up the scent of this supposed "dragoness" in heat, it will hunt them down with feral instincts to fertilize what it thinks to be dragon eggs inside. Dragons do really care what their mate looks like it seems. They scent is all they care for."
Your body thrums in excitement as the dragons cock positions itself behind you. You don't need to even beg for it to thrust inside you. It fucks you roughly, forcing you arms to give out as it shoves its cock deep into your breeding hole. The slap of its balls hitting your thighs echos throughout the room along with symphony both your grunts and cries.
It's everything you could ask for. This is exactly what you were made for. To be fucked, and bred, and you body used to carry the young of parasites. You orgasm at the realization of your true purpose. The clenching of you hole around the dragons cock is enough to drive them over the edge too. Hot, dragon cum floods your inside until the lumpy pouch of parasitic eggs rounds out into a nice mound.
It pulls out of you without much care and you body drops limply on to the floor, too fucked out to be able to do anything else.
You feel as human hands grab you once more and someone thrusts a plug into your hole. Good. That way all the cum stays inside for your precious eggs.
"The volunteer will be fine. In a few hours the eggs will be laid and the parasite with fill them again with a new clutch. The process will repeat until its eventually out of eggs. In which case, it will finally detach from the host and they'll return to normal."
You're carried off be observed and studied to ensure the conservation of this species. You couldn't be prouder of your work.
put me in some portal panties then strap a chastity belt over it. make it impossible for me to touch myself, but anyone who can access the portal can use my ass, my cunt, or my tcock all they want. maybe they're seperate devices being used by different people, so when someone is fucking my cunt hard and deep another is sliding in an out of my ass. you keep the one with my cock tho, so its all alone and hard and throbbing as i get fucked over and over in my holes whenever and wherever we are. take me out to the park with two dicks lodged deep inside me, take me to dinner and someone is stuffing my ass full repeatedly while my cunt throbbs empty and aching, make me dance at a club while being pounded, my body rocking back and forth between the cocks fucking me in tandem, the crowd pushing on all sides helping me stand as i tremble and shake from the mounting pleasure i can';t stop, and all youd have to do is play with my cock through the portal a little, rubbing and sucking it just a bit and youd get to watch me scream and come helplessly while everyone is watching.
Ghost sex where it shoves its ice cold fingers into your brain and makes your whole body go numb while it keeps pressing just the right nerve to make you keep cumming over and over
I'm having "just the tip" brainrot. Just the tip because it's too big, and even though I'm dripping wet I'm just too fucking small. Too small, until you start working your hips back and forth, just a little bit at a time. Too small, too fucking tight, but it gets easier and it feels like so much that I don't even notice when you slide another inch in, but oh god do you fucking notice, you notice and think "jesus, there's no way I can actually..." and start pushing just a little bit more, switching between looking at my teary face (overwhelmed but not hurting, not really), and the tight little cunt you're working your way into, bit by bit, pulling out just enough to push back in further and really feel it as I open up. So fucking focused on how good it feels that it shocks both of us when your hips hit my ass, making eye contact for an electric second before you grind that much fucking deeper and watch my eyes roll back. Anyway. Just like. Normal thoughts
Hero!Tentacle Monster has been staying at your inn for the last few weeks now, recovering from his last quest. And he will not stop flirting with you.
Every time you come into his room to serve food or help change his bandages youâd barely last a minute before feeling his wandering tentacle. It made you jump every time while he acted like nothing was happening.
As if it was seeking out the warmth of your cunt on its own, curling around your thick thigh and making its way up to your hot, often dripping, core. It became instinctive at this point. Whenever youâd walk into the room your pussy would tingle and flood with the beginning signs of arousal.
His tentacles always teasing, flicking over your slit before oh so slyly pushing past the seam of your undergarments and coating its wriggly length in your essence. No matter how much you squirm or whatever moans slip out he never acknowledged it or went much further.
Then when you finally dared to bring up the elephant in the room of what he was doing with his tentacles heâd simply tease you about it. His eyes would light up and a grin would play on his lips. A few of his tentacles would slip down to swirl around your entrance while others would suck on your clit.
Casually going on and on until you were weak in the knees, your mind slowly forgetting what you were confronting him about.
âAre they now? They must think you need saving from a painful celibacy,â heâd say, pure arrogance dripping him his tongue.
The more weak you got over his exploding tentacles the more cheeky he became.
âYou know they really have a thing for damsels in distress. And baby you look mighty distressed. If only there was a hero strong enough to save you.â
Just when you were about to cum from the dual stimulation heâd cough. Which would then trigger a groan from the pain in his ribs. An excuse, a lame excuse at that, to pull his tentacles away from your sopping sex to cover his mouth instead. Said it was only good manners in front of a lady.
Though he wouldnât bother to be slick when heâd then pop them straight into his mouth. Not even thinking to stifle the way he moans at the taste.
No, heâd be more than shameless with that. Licking each and every one of his tentacles clean of your juices. Youâd try to resume your duties after but his hungry gaze kept making you shiver in delight.
âYouâve been doing this for weeks now, you know. Thereâs gotta be more than one way to cure a hero,â he quips suggestively, eyes raking down your luscious curves.
You have to rush out of his room instantly before you do something rash and start riding the injured heroâs tentacle cocks like your lives depended on it.
Only for you to hide back out in your own room and pleasure yourself for hours on end. Coming over and over to the thought of him. Yet the ache remained knowing nothing would quite hit as good, as deep, as his tentacles.
What was worse was the following day when youâd walk in to see his smug self-satisfied grin. Knowing without a doubt what you had been busy doing all night. Almost as if heâd slipped his tentacle into the walls and listened as you quietly moaned out his name with each orgasm that took you.
But no, that wasnât possible. Or was it?
Maybe his tentacle cocks were leaking, itching to be inside you, just as the memory. Then again, maybe they werenât.
But at this point you couldnât tell what was your slick and what was his as his girthy tentacle pushes your folds apart to ignite your pulsing nerves. Ruthlessly teasing and edging you to the brink where you simply couldnât hold it back anymore.
You cum from him just suckling on your sensitive pulsing clit and the brutal glide of his massive cock fucking into you so deeply you practically became a spit roast. The smirk on his face mirrors your own thoughts perfectly. How pathetic.
Still you milked your orgasm for every last drop and this time when he pops it into his mouth you maintain eye contact. A mutual understanding and appreciation between you now.
By the time Hero!Tentacle Monster is all healed and his stay with you is over, the two of you know more about each otherâs bodies than do about your respective practices.
You stand outside of the inn with him, hesitant to let him go as much as heâs hesitant to leave. Both of you just staring at each other as the sun begins to rise off the horizon. Suddenly a thought strikes him and he turns his back to you to retrieve a gift he prepared.
Though you donât know what to think when he faces you with a large tentacle.
One that isnât currently connected to his body.
âUse it when you miss me,â he explains softly, presenting you wish his detachable tentacle cock for you to keep. His lustful gaze pierces into your own as you gently take it.
Youâre not quite sure what to do with it if youâre being completely honest. But youâre positive itâll be fun to figure out.
âI shall come back for it soon. And for you,â he promises with a sense of honestly that shakes you, sealing it with a kiss that steals your breath away and makes his cock twitch and harden in your hands.
canât stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
youâre on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt thatâs just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but itâs too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe itâs metal? Itâs dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, youâre wearing a thong today. Thereâs nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you donât see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see whatâs happeniâ the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and itâs inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although itâs not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and youâre definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? Itâs not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. Youâre not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. Itâs starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you canât move. Deeper, and itâs starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and itâs heavy, like itâs filled with water. But itâs moving so slow, and you canât help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly itâs sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, youâre amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and youâre cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but youâre too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of whatâs happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and itâs too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You donât even know if its owner is still behind you, or if itâs just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. Theyâll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. Youâll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a strangerâs thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. Itâs going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
Iâm on my back with my legs bent up to my head. Heâs been fucking my ass for a while when he pauses and picks up the lube. I assume heâs just going to add some more but he turns it around and pushes the wide base into my empty and dripping cunt. His cock is still in my ass and heâs pushing the bottle (as wide as our more generous dildos with no tapered end or silicone softness) all the way inside me. When only the top of the bottle is sticking out, he begins to slowly pump his cock in and out of my ass again. He looks down at me and laughsâŠ
Imagine laying back with your ass hovering over the edge of a surface while a monster holds your legs apart. They line their warm, furry, sheath up with your crotch, the wetting tip barely peeking out to tap against your entrance when they steel themselves in place and flex their abdomen. With a few twitches, their cock starts to harden and emerge, the blood rush shooting their cock head forward to suddenly penetrate your tight hole with great force; unimpeded and fueled by arousal.
They jerk their hips forward to meet with yours and make their entire cock disappear from sight. Your breath catches, your mouth hangs open in shock as nothing can stop it from growing and filling you out at its peak thickness. From the monsterâs own sheath to immediately being sheathed inside of you while itâs still hot, dripping, and throbbing to lifeânow safe in your soft heat. Ready their cock for them, would you?
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