Trans guy, 25 y.o. Taken <3 Total bottom. Little pathetic meow meow. ^◡◡^ Nazis, terfs etc don’t interact. NO MINORS!!! Attracted to women and vaguely fem nonbinary people. NOT ATTRACTED TO MEN, but yall (trans guys and fellow femboys) can look disrespectfully and tag however you like. Cishet dudes, please don’t interact with my nyudes and don’t dm me about them. But feel welcome to do so with memes. Also I like and reblog transmask not in a “I want to fuck you” but in a “fuck yeah I love see my team winning (being hot and happy)” and also “nice cock bro”.
I can’t risk losing my main blog so I’ll be post h recs and n-ds here.
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I won’t disclose my name (maybe in dms?), but you can call me Nyan. I’m on hrt from late spring 2022, growing hornier every day. Had top surgery and hysterectomy 2 years ago. Testosterone made me into an omega-femboy that thinks about breeding and being fucked by my gf almost 24/7.
Here are my kinks and preferences:
Pegging. I 💗 my gf’s strap!
Anal in general.
Gentle femdom. And not so gentle too. I want my gf to bend me in half and lovingly fuck me until I can’t stand, sit or even think.
Breeding. And dirty talk related to it.
Omegaverse. In bi4bi way, with male omegas and female alphas. I would say it’s my ultimate t4t fantasy, where we are all safe and normalised.
Crossdressing and being a femboy. But not sissification and degradation from feminisation. Being somewhat feminine time to time or wearing a maid outfit is not a taboo for me. I just enjoy looking submissive and breedable.
Oviposition and eggpreg, slight cumflation. And when the tip of the dildo can be seen or felt troughs the skin of my tummy. 👉👈
Tentacles and advanced sex machines
• I’m not sexually attracted to men, but I love see fellow trans mascs winning (being hot af). (Also I like seeing queer people being happy and confident. I need more of that in my life.) I kinda feel attracted to women and nonbinary people, but it depends (dominant and generally fem, but mask women and girl things…).
• Sometimes I reblog stuff from detrans blogs, but mostly out of context general hornyness. So even if you’re sensitive to it, it should be fine as long as you don’t check prev tags. No judgment to detrans kink crowd, just not my thing. I suck at 6d gender chess.
Hard no:
Food-related practises, including scat and vore
Ageplay that involves fantasies about being a minor
Incest (including the “pseudo” variety)
Violent practices
Cismale dom 🤢
Heteronormativity in any shape or form
Misogyny
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You can tag my stuff with literally any tags (as long as they’re not ^)
*no, this isn’t a case of “women and nonbinary people I consider women”.
Do you know what the worst part about having a breeding kink is? It’s so very hard to fake the real thing. Whenever you try to fool your body into thinking it’s being bred, your subconscious can tell the difference, and the result just isn’t the same. It’s the genuine risk itself that makes it so hot in the first place; if your body knows that it can’t actually get pregnant, the sex just doesn’t feel quite as good. The more failsafes you have, whether it’s waiting for a safe day, being on birth control, or using protection, the more your body subtly tries to point you in the right direction: to wear down your defenses, and convince you to listen to that nagging voice deep down inside you… “that was good, sure, but couldn’t it have been a lot better?”
A woman wakes up feeling crampy and bloated, assuming it’s just her period coming in. Throughout the day she’s struck by worse and worse cramps, and feels the need to go to the bathroom. She pushes, but the sensation is wrong - it felt *right*, yes, but it wasn’t the right hole. Parting her legs she feels a bulge travelling down her birth canal, and in a panic she pulls her tights up and stops pushing. Little does she know that the egg won’t stop growing until it’s laid, and she has another two or three or twelve to go…
AN: Writing this whole full of eggs just feels right
Waking up late in the morning was such a relief for you today. You had taken the next few days off of work due to a build up of overtime hours. Stretching with a small groan, you rolled out of bed and grabbed an oversized t-shirt from the closet. When putting the shirt on, you realize that you're looking a bit more bloated this morning than normal. Waving it off to just pms symptoms, you walk to the bathroom to freshen up.
During breakfast, you felt some slight twinges in your lower stomach and winced a bit. It had to be your period at this point, between the bloating and cramps you've been experiencing all morning. Finishing up breakfast you decide to spend the day binging the newest season of your favorite tv show.
Hours later of constant shifting around and an almost unhealthy amount of pain meds, you groaned and shifted positions once again on the couch. The cramps had gotten so bad, your stomach bloating a bit more than what you usually experienced. With a small whine you get off the couch and half hobble to the bathroom, cramps seizing your body once again. A small voice in the back of your head tells you that pushing may help ease the pain for some reason, and for some reason you give in a bit, pushing a little bit within your core. It eased the crampy feeling a little bit, enough to walk the rest of the way to the bathroom.
Pulling down your tights and underwear and sitting on the toilet. A weird feeling shifted in your lower abdomen, and thinking you just had to relieve yourself you relaxed and proceeded to. But instead, you felt a sudden deep shift and lurch, like something was dropping inside your hips. A startled yelp escaped your mouth as you brought a had down to cup your pussy, feeling a slight bulge to your lips that most definitely was not normal. Weirded out and not wanting to know what was happening right now, you quickly pull your underwear and tights back up and whine a bit at the shifting feeling of whatever was taking up space in your tight pussy.
Walking back into the living room, you lay on the couch again and try to take your mind off of whatever's happening by zoning out with your show. It was half an hour later when you noticed that the weight in your hips had become a bit heavier. Shifting your legs apart a bit more, you have an experimental push and felt the weight shift closer to the entrance of your core. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you gave another push, this time for a bit longer and felt whatever it was shoot down to right behind your opening. Gasping and cupping your pussy through the tights and underwear you could begin to feel the bulge of your lips again.
It felt oddly good. Right even. Like this is what you were supposed to do. Rolling onto your back and shimmying off the tights, you gave another strong push and felt your lips begin to stretch a bit. But when you gave up whatever it was slipped right back into place. It went like this for what felt like hours, shifting positions to try and get the thing to shift down and out of you. You were squatting with your feet on the floor, arms behind you holding onto the couch when you finally felt the thing move a bit more forward, beginning to stretch your lips a bit more and stay. With a whine of slight victory, you grabbed your phone and turned the camera to face your aching cunt, and pulling your underwear aside you finally saw what was brutalizing your birth canal. A shiny, shimmering orange egg seemed to be peeking out of your cunt. What.The.Fuck?!
Groaning a bit as another cramp hit you, you tossed your phone aside and focused on trying to push this egg out of your body. The stretch was brutal, making you cry a bit and the burn that was now encasing your whole lower body. Your lips were looking near translucent with how much they were stretched over the egg shell. With another hour of brutal pushing, you could feel the egg finally crowning and with a gasp you shot both hands down to catch it as it popped out of you with a wet gush. It was huge, maybe a bit bigger than an ostrich egg and a beautiful shimmering orange color, like a sunset.
Crying a little bit from how you still ached, you set the egg down next to you and panted. The cramping wouldn't let up though, and before you could relax you felt an even heavier weight settle into your hips. Breaking out into full blown sobs, you pulled up the dress you had donned today to see your bloated stomach had only gotten bigger and a bit lumpy. Pushing down on it a bit with your hand, you could feel what seemed to be around half a dozen more eggs clack against each other. Pushing with as much energy as you could, you cried and whimpered the next egg down your birth canal, collapsing down to all fours when you felt that it was even bigger than the first one, making you feel like you were tight all over again.
plants which have evolved to have a very specific way of spreading their seeds. they have the most gorgeous, silky smooth petals, perfectly enticing to any fairies that may happen across it. maybe the fairy sits for a moment, maybe they even decide to take a nap, but its not long before the petals fold in on themselves, not unlike a venus flytrap, encasing the fairy within
inside the flower, aphrodisiacs flood the air as small vines wrap around the fairy, stripping them of their clothes and manhandling them into the perfect position for its pistol to penetrate the fairy's soft folds, pumping in and out until the fairy is a mewling mess, before it begins to pump the little fairy full of its seeds, stretching the poor things belly out obscenely until they can't take any more
once the fairy is filled to the brim, the plant opens up again and its vines retract. it'll be days before the fairy's body begins to urge them to push, plenty of time for them to fly (or, more likely, walk) far enough away to spread the plants far and wide
You know, maybe I'm into knights for the corruption of it all.
You, the knight, so loyal and chivalrous. You'd never think about putting your hands on the princess. You'd protect her without thinking, lay down your life without hesitation. A princess is the future of the kingdom, and you, though a mighty warrior, are merely her subject.
She's above you, so of course you imagine her on top of you. Your mind is taunted by the image of her arching back and legs spread over your lap. You think about it so much that you can nearly hear the melodic sound of her voice moaning out your name between gasps of pleasure. It's only spurred as you stand guard outside of her room and hear her touching herself.
Your loyalty morphs into near obsession and your chastity and chivalry into deep repression. You tell yourself that the brief moments of eye contact, the brushes of her hand against you are nothing. You grow more tense, and only ache more strongly as you grow desperate for the feeling of her body against yours, unable to find release elsewhere.
You'd never lay a hand on your princess, but when you lock eyes across a ballroom at her engagement dinner, why does it seem like she knows exactly where your mind has been? Why does she follow you secretly when you step outside to do rounds in the garden and get some fresh air?
You know why instantly when you see her eyes in the moonlight. She takes your hand and looks to you in desperation. "I want you," she breathes, barely discernable in the still, night air.
Your fast-beating heart stops short in your chest. "But my lady, your betrothed-"
"I have no intention of saving myself for a husband I've never met." Her pleading eyes bore into you.
"It wouldn't be proper," you force out in defiance of your wants, "You are a princess."
"Yes, I am your princess, and you will not disobey my orders." She places her hand over her breasts, nearly impossible to ignore in the well-fitting corset. "So allow us both this kindness and take me."
You hesitate, but give in to her pleas. Your lips meet hers, and warmth floods into you. Months of yearning rush to move your body unconsciously. You pull her waist closer and deepen the kiss. Her arms are thrown around your shoulders, one hand settling on your shoulder and the other intertwined in your hair. She smells like roses and lavender and tastes like wine.
You only pull away to breathe, but nearly can't as you look at her, wide eyed and desperate for more. She traces her fingers along gaps in your armor and you stare at her in wonder. She cups your jaw and pulls you back in for more.
The sound of her gasp into your mouth as you tighten your grip and pull her flush to your body melts any last shreds of resolve you held onto. You drop to your knees, kissing down her neck and collarbone and breast along the way, caressing her hand in yours.
You look up at her, then pull her closer by the thighs, kissing each of them as you squeeze, finally getting to feel her, to touch her.
"Join me, my lady. Sit on my lap." You take off your armored glove and pat your thigh as you lower yourself to the ground.
You lead her with your intertwined hands, fingers meeting fingers for the first time, alight with the flame of touch. She places herself over your lap gingerly, and you see the hesitation in her eyes.
"Princess, you needn't continue if you're frightened," you assure her, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
She nuzzles her face against your neck, then breathes into your ear, "I want this. I want you. As much as you'll have me before I must go." Her hand tightens in yours. "Just be gentle, please."
"Of course." You kiss her neck softly and run your hand under her skirt. Her breeches are open, easy access. "Tell me if you want to stop. Your word is my command, my lady."
She adjusts her hips as she clings to you, trying to get your hand closer. "I will," she murmurs, breathless.
You kiss her neck again, and on her shoulders. As much as you want to leave hickies, you know you can't afford to mark her skin. Doing this at all is risk enough, out in the open air is even moreso. You're deeply aware that anyone who chooses to go for a midnight stroll could easily happen upon you making a mistake you could lose your life for.
But as she presses against you, grinding her pussy against your knuckles, that concern fades into the background. Her hips move and she laces her fingers back into your hair as she whimpers quietly. The feeling of her wetness against your hand coaxes you to press your thumb against her clit, rubbing in small circles and earning a gasp from her.
She's breathtaking, framed by moonlight. She kisses your forehead and cheekbones as you continue to massage her. Her breathing quickens and she tightens her arms around your shoulders, burying your face in her chest. After long seconds, she murmurs in your ear, “I know there's more.”
You run your free hand down her back and she shudders. “May I allow myself, your highness?” Your hesitance hides behind every word. She's too good to be true. You've been dreaming about her for so long that it's hard to believe she's real now.
“Please,” she responds.
The word is barely out of her mouth before her moan interrupts her. You push a finger into her, then quickly adjust to two after feeling how easily her wet cunt accepts you. It earns another, even more lewd moan. Her back arches and her fingers clench in your hair.
Unprincessly language spills out of her as your hips work under you to help her ride your fingers. Her moans encourage you more and more, escalating your pace and ferocity. She nuzzles against your neck with her forehead. She's not too much smaller than you but she feels delicate in your arms. You grunt and huff heavy breaths against her skin as you kiss any place you can access. The hand in your hair moves to your cheek and you kiss her palm, eyes closed. You want to cover her every inch in kisses and show her just how much you’ve appreciated her over the years.
Time stops when you hear voices growing closer. Reflexively, the hand you just kissed clamps over your mouth. Your frightened eyes meet, and your beating hearts echo through your intertwined bodies.
The voices grow louder. Drunken partygoers. You hope quietly that they're not also looking for a secluded rendezvous point for a tryst, or it may be a while before they're gone.
As quietly as possible, you move your arm achingly slowly to pull her closer, as if that would disguise your indiscretion. You can feel her shudder and tighten around you. It makes your eyes flutter. Her hand over your mouth is soft. It smells perfumed, just like the rest of her. Your fingers curl slightly, and you can just barely hear her whimper in your ear as she presses against you.
The voices grow more distant and eventually disappear. For several more moments you wait in harried silence. Your heart hasn't slowed when she pulls away from you and you see the wicked grin on her face.
She kisses you more fiercely, a quick learner. You're mystified by her courage -or foolishness- and are happy to indulge it. Her gasps and giggles intoxicate you and pull you away from better judgement.
On impulse, you roll her onto her back to be over her. She takes it in stride, pulling at the straps of your armor to kiss you more. She only breaks from it as you regain your pace and her soft gasps force her lips from yours. Her fingers, scratching uselessly at your armor or in your hair, tighten erratically.
Suddenly, her body arches and tightens around you. She pulls you close with startling strength as she tenses. You work her through her climax with a soft smile on your face, then pull her back on top of you, holding her close.
Her breathing is still shaky and her body jolts when you say to her, “You should return to your party, your highness.”
She presses her forehead to yours. Her fists are balled against your chest. “When will I have you again?”
You kiss her cheek. “As soon as you wish me, your highness.”
“Perhaps now?”
You chuckle. “Your party, my lady.”
She grumbles. “You disrespect me, greatly,” she harrumphs, but you can tell she's not serious.
“Let me ask you for a parting favor,” you say as you lift and kiss her hand. You lead it to the side of your neck. “Bite here. Softly, and suck on the skin. Just a temporary mark of our time together.”
Unsure and hesitant, she slowly does as guided, then quickly takes to it as you gasp softly. “Soft, my lady,” you wince.
She pulls back after some seconds. The spot is still sensitive. It'll surely leave a mark. You smile as you run over it with your fingers. “There. A reminder of your hold on me.”
Her grin is worth a thousand times your salary. “As soon as I can get to you,” she nips at your jaw. “You'll be mine again.”
“I wouldn't have it any other way, your highness,” you breathe. “Thank you.”
And after that, you can't really help but replay it in your mind stare at her, waiting for the next time she calls upon you.
Oh....to cockwarm a ghost...not even knowing it's there, just feeling so stuffy the whole day no matter what you do. Your legs shaking while you're seated at your desk, thinking you must have come down with the flu or something of the sort.
Leaking the whole time, having to hide in the bathroom to try and get relief, which in turn just turns on the ghost more...making it stuff itself deeper into you, thicker than before, your stomach bulging out.
