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thinking about dragons fucking for dominance... thinking about a dragon wrapping her claws around a smaller dragon's head to hold her on the ground while dumping a load into her cloaca as a show of superiority to anyone else who might want to challenge her...
slightly older clan leader dragon who’s been in charge for a couple generations of nice peaceful rule, who gets challenged by some cocky young upstart and absolutely relishes the chance to put this newcomer in her place
pinning the smaller dragon down with her weight and rutting into her as hard as she can, licking her challenger’s throat as both a comfort and a tease while said challenger tries to wriggle away and yelps with each thrust as the matriarch’s massive breeders slam hard into the back of her cloaca…
getting off her, cocks still dripping, and roaring triumphantly at the rest of her clan as the upstart slinks off to lick the blood from her wounds and the thick dragon goo out of her holes…
mmm
The idea of being fucked by ghosts ngh
Imagine you just moved into a new house. The AC is busted which sucks when it's hot as fuck out but hey who are you to complain when it was so suspiciously cheap?
Because of aforementioned heat, the only way you can comfortably fall asleep is naked. As you lay down for bed that night, you get an odd feeling. Too exhausted from the big move, you chalk it up to the anxiety of sleeping in a new home and go to sleep.
You're having a wonderful dream about your favorite fantasy when suddenly you're awoken by the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced. You have no time to acclimate to what's going on- you're immediately made aware of how your body is being violently bounced- no, fucked against the headboard of your bed.
Your legs are being held up by god knows what- something you try to discern when your gaze snaps to between your legs only to see nothing there except your embarrassingly wet cunt. The mirror at the foot of the bed, which you never got around to moving, confirms what you're trying to wrap your mind around in a mix of both fear and arousal: you're being fucked by something invisible.
A few more thrusts of the massive force inside of you has you crying out, the pleasure overwhelming- but your moans are cut short by another invisible presence forcing itself into your open mouth.
Drool and tears stream down your face as you gag and get pounded between two beings you can't see. You're quickly brought to the edge of another orgasm when suddenly both invisible masses rip free of you, leaving you coughing and gaped.
You're about to whine until you're manhandled into a new position. Your ghostly assailants waste no time, stuffing you full once more- except this time there's a third in your ass now, too. Your new otherworldly friends use you over and over all night, until you reach an orgasm so good that you pass out.
When you wake up in the morning, there's no evidence that the events of last night were anything more than the most erotic dream you've ever dreamt- though it is quite embarrassing to have squirted in your sleep..
Later that day, you're just out and about running a few necessary errands when you feel something prodding at your clothed cunt. You freeze, looking around only to find you're seated in the back of the bus alone. You brush it off as just your body being weird and readjust how you're sitting.
A few minutes go by, and the prodding is back- albeit more insistent. You're just about to get up and check under you to see if you're sitting on anything when you feel something slam into your defenseless cunt.
Involuntarily, you let out a moan. Your gratitude for the bus being empty doesnt last long, however- as it reaches the next stop and a dozen or so people flood in. All the while, your ghost is still fucking up into you with the force of a freight train.
It's a Herculean task to pretend as if your pussy isn't being ruthlessly pounded into oblivion. You're biting your lip so hard you've made it bleed- and you're gripping the seat besides you so tightly that your knuckles have turned white.
At one point, you try pressing all your weight down in order to stop yourself from bouncing on the massive cock inside of you, but the phantom grip on your hips just tightens and begins using you as a fleshlight.
The ghosts don't care if you're embarrassed, or overstimulated. They're going to fuck you wherever they want, whenever they want, for as long as it takes to satisfy them. You'll accept the job of being their free use slut, eventually. You know you love it.
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😩 yes please
Constantly torn between sailing the seven seas with a crew of transmasc sluts in adequately slutty pirate outfits or a nice lil ranch where I'd treat them all as subhuman breeding tools and rent them out to other trans femmes.
Orcs kind of have the perfect breeder bodies ngl… Not in terms of being bred, but doing the breeding. Imagine, they’re triple your size and holding you captive in their lap after raiding your village and taking you as their spoil, their hot breath on your neck while they run their length in between your squirming legs. They grip you by your ass n’ hips with their massive hands and position you like a fleshlight, leaving you to awkwardly hold yourself up as they spread you open with their thumbs for their wet tip and expectedly watch your little human hole swallow up their fat orc cock.
And they’ve got the kind of cock that’s thickest near the head and slightly smaller towards the base so that once they’ve squeezed all that in, they can slide you all the way down to their hips where your gaping hole is going to suck the rest of them right in. Strong stomach with a thick happy trail now resting against your ass as they push your head into the mattress layered with pelts. With such an imposing size, they bulge out your little tummy, their sheer girth keeping them bottoming out with every thrust. “I will get plenty of use out of you, little one. Should you give your master strong whelps, you’ll never be empty again.”
You’ll be hot and ravaged by your captor by the end of the night, pinned under the extra weight of so much thick, virile, orc cum, the claim they put on you, while they’re slamming into you and soaking their swollen cock till you’re looking swollen with their kin.
no, you don't understand. i dont just want one baby, or two, or three. i went to be filled with an entire litter, bred for days on in until my womb is full of pups. i want my belly to swell with cum, so much that it's flowing out of me for days and just when it begins to go down, it's replaced with the swelling of our babies growing. i want my breasts to swell, full with milk for more babies than can be counted on one hand, constantly sore and leaking through so many shirts that eventually i just go without, and when i give birth, i don't even want you to wait to fill me with more babies. i don't want to know another moment without being bred and full with someone else's seed, leaking and swollen and turned into nothing a mindless breeding pet
i did make a blog specifically for smut rp threads on tumblr if anyone wants that but look i keep thinking about one of the ocs i made just for it.
amity, a tentacle alien that needs other, warmer species to facilitate their own reproduction, that farms humans for their use as symbiotic incubators. it takes a humanoid shape to help its livestock be at ease with it, and takes good care of all its free range little hucows. the ones with cocks it changes so instead of human semen they produce fertilizer for slime eggs, that they have to regularly get fucked out of them. it's fine, amity creates a pussy for its needy pet cocks to dump loads into so it can store all that seed, while it helps milk them by slipping tentacles into their ass and fucking them while sweet-talking. all that seed gets stored until the incubator cows whose wombs amity gently stuffed with slime eggs are ready for the fertilization process, so amity can fuck them and fill them up with loads of slime so the eggs their human bodies are just the right temperature for can start the process. it takes good care of all its livestock and coos pet names while it brushes their hair and checks their progress and health, and especially while it makes sure they're sexually satisfied no matter how enhanced their libido gets with all those alien hormones. don't worry, pet, your rancher will take good care of you.
it wasn't the type of sacrifice i had expected to be when my name was chosen. thrown into the labyrinth to appease the minotaur for another winter, to keep him from raiding the village. everyone had their own theories about what happened to the maidens who were sent in. some guessed they were eaten raw, some guessed they were roasted over a fire, and some guessed that there was no minotaur at all and the maze was littered with bones of sacrifices who starved.
i don't think anyone expected this. i certainly hadn't.
he'd stalked me through the maddening twists of the labyrinth like nothing. carried me back to what must be his home - somehow, there were furs and other homely comforts here. and the other sacrifices. all of their minds broken, round with what could only be calves, breasts that could only appropriately be called udders, heavy with milk. wives of the minotaur. all seemingly lost in a haze of shared pleasure together.
so with my hands pinned above my head in his great strong hand, the other forcing my legs open and his hips keeping them apart, marking up my chest and neck with sucking, bruising kisses, thick flared bullcock pressing insistently at my hole, slicking it with his pre... there was little to do but accept my fate as the minotaurs newest bride.
i really need like a bulldyke on a mission to give me a gspot orgasm
ive come so so close a few times but i can never quite make it. i feel like i just ride the edge for minutes at a time over and over and exhaust myself
just need a take-charge dyke with determined eyes to pin me down with her strong arms and give me the orgasm i've been chasing
i have tendonitis in my dominant hand and my nondominant hand isn't strong enough to maintain the pace, position, or angle for more than a few minutes (babybutch puppydog eyes) won't you take pity on me. and fuck me till i cry
Proposal One - Thief Gets Transformed Into Layer By Farmer
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Concept Title: You Clucked Up Kinks: transformation, fucking machine, eggpreg/oviposition, non consensual body modification, dubcon, egg laying. Rough Synopsis: A sneaky thief, desperate and hungry, slips into a barn late at night to have a snack of chicken eggs. Unfortunately for them, this barn is rather more high tech than they expected; caught in the act, the farmer decides to give them all the eggs they can ask for, by trapping them in a fucking machine and turning them into a laying hen.
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It's October 1st, so here's a gentle reminder that if a transfemme demon with horns, wings and a tail approaches you and asks you to go with her, you should absolutely do it with no questions asked. If she wants to bury her cock in your ass while she rubs your t-dick with her tail, you should sooo totally let her. If she wants to use your body to complete a ceremony resulting in you being used by a group of demon ladies like her, covered and filled to the brim with cum and joy then you should just go with the flow!
mimics are underrated i think
like who wouldn't want to open a chest and immediately get their limbs restrained and their holes filled with tentacles
especially if the mimic doesn't let you go once it's finished and instead keeps you bound in its tendrils, holes loose and ready for any nearby monsters to use
hhggghgnh thinking about sharing a double ended dildo with another tboy. we start off awkwardly humping it together, but after a while he gets bored and flips us around so that he's above me, and our legs are interlocked and spread wide.
need him to ride the dildo so desperately, without a care in the world for how hard he's ramming it into my pussy. need to keep going until i am a mess of tears and sweat and our tcocks are kissing from how far we're both taking it <3
It’s that time of the month where all I can think about is getting knocked up repeatedly by a feral monster and then fucked hard and messy every single day following because my new pregnancy hormones make them go absolutely crazy. I need to be slipped onto a meaty cock that my hole automatically hugs extremely tight because it knows exactly who I belong to for dozens of sticky, hot, creampies so I never forget my place. Need to be given a big, swollen, belly something can grab at while they pack me heavily with their seed like they’re trying to impregnate me all over again. Umph my chest is heaving and my lower half is throbbing right now.
haha oh nooo… itd be such a shame if a bunch of guys passed me around as a fucktoy and came inside my trans boy pussy over and over until i definitely got knocked up….. how awful haha
you've just resigned yourself to another boring summer at your family's house in the suburbs when you notice the moving van—at first, you think it's just another boring human family, but then one day you notice a tall, horned man standing on the porch of the house next door and you realize that the new neighbors are orcs. of course, you go over to introduce yourself a few days later—you're not a huge fan of way people in the suburbs always expect to be best friends with their neighbors, but you're genuinely excited to see some new faces, and if you're being honest with yourself, you've noticed that they're particularly attractive faces. what better way to spend the summer than by getting to know the hot new neighbors?
they're excited to meet you too, it turns out—not least because they've been looking for a new babysitter. of course you say you're interested; it's not like you have anything else to do, after all. you ask when they need you to start, and they give each other a look and ask if you're free the next night.
you spend the next day finding your most babysitting-appropriate clothes—nothing too sexy, but nothing too boring, either; you want to be fun—and you go over that evening. the husband asks if you wouldn't mind waiting downstairs for a few minutes, and while you're standing in the living room taking in their art—they have beautiful taste, and the room is already mostly finished, even though they only moved in a week ago—the wife comes in and stands behind you, resting her hands lightly on your hips. you'd be lying if you said you weren't hoping something like this might happen, and you press back into her immediately, feeling her cock as it stiffens against your back. she wastes no time undressing you, and by the time the husband comes back downstairs, only a towel around his waist, she's got you bent over the back of the sofa, her cock deep inside of you, hands on your shoulders so she can jerk you back onto her cock even harder.
the husband laughs and says he should have known better than to leave her alone in the house with a hot young thing like yourself, then drops his towel, revealing his own cock, already hard, fluid pearling at the tip. of course it's only natural for you to offer him your mouth, relaxing as much as you can so he can bury his cock in your throat on the very first thrust. you can feel fluid dripping down your throat, and it only makes you moan, which makes him thrust harder, pushing you back onto his wife's cock and making her rhythm stutter. though she's been fucking you for some time already, she holds out for another ten minutes before she shoves into you and comes directly against your cervix, only encountering a moment of resistance before her cum spurts through, carrying her eggs like tiny, smooth pearls directly into your womb, a sensation that makes your eyes roll back as you come too.
it's her husband's turn next. rather than fucking you over the back of the couch, he scoops you up with one arm under your knees and lowers you directly onto his cock, thrusting as he holds you up as if you weigh nothing at all. his cock is thicker, but not quite as long, and it reams you open with blunt efficiency, making you moan and twitch with the aftershocks of your first orgasm as he fucks you steadily and relentlessly. mind blurry with pleasure, you lose track of time, but it's probably only a few minutes before the wife steps up next to you, a sly look on her face, and slips her finger into his mouth. he sucks on it for a few moments before she withdraws it, and you only have a moment to wonder what she's going to do before you feel her fingertip pressing against your ass, making you reflexively clench—her husband groans at the sudden tightness—before you make yourself relax enough for her to slip it in.
the sensation is almost too much for you to bear, and your vision goes white for a moment before you come back to yourself. you feel fuller than you've ever been, between the thick stretch of her finger in your ass and her husband's cock inside of you, rubbing so closely against each other through you; her husband clearly feels the same, because he only manages a few more stuttering thrusts before he shoves up into you, gravity pulling you down until his thick cock is fully seated, stretching you wide, making you come harder than you ever have before before he comes in huge gouts that shoot directly into your womb.
by the time he's done, your belly is slightly swollen and warm with the cum inside of it. when he sets you down, your knees buckle, and the wife chuckles as she catches you and helps you to the sofa, your belly sloshing slightly as you sit down. you laugh, pulling yourself back together a little, and tell them that much as you'd like to be helpful, you think you might be too tired for babysitting after all.
they look at each other and laugh as well before they tell you that, actually, they don't have kids yet, but they're expecting some soon—and the husband rests his palm protectively on your swollen belly. more than one, probably—maybe even triplets, since they run in his family. how about triplets, they ask you—would you be interested in triplets?
you stroke your belly, only slightly swollen as it is, and think about how big it would be with orc triplets growing inside—how round and heavy, how they'd settle into your hips and make your belly button pop out and make you waddle when you walked, how everyone in the neighborhood would know how you got so knocked up, who did it, what kind of slut you must have been to get so heavy with an orc couple's children—and smile. of course you'd be interested in triplets, you tell them; what about another round or three, just to make sure?
as they look at each other and smile, cocks still wet from being inside of you and already hardening again, the husband says that he's always wanted a big family anyway—maybe a dozen kids. the wife laughs and says, why stop at one dozen? and as she folds your legs back over your head and slides into you, the head of her cock bumping against your cervix on the very first thrust, you think that you've never been so happy to be wrong: it won't be a boring summer after all. in fact, it won't just be an exciting summer, but an exciting few years at minimum—and maybe, if you're lucky, an exciting rest of your life.
let's say a dragon chooses you not to be their mate but for an even more special purpose: to be their hoard. every time they find a particularly beautiful gem, an especially shiny golden coin, they use their long tongue to work you open, and then with one enormous claw they delicately slide their treasure into you until it bumps up against the entrance to your womb, and then, with the aid of a whispered spell to soften and relax your cervix, they push it into your womb with the rest of their most cherished objects. of course, your belly soon grows swollen and heavy with plunder—stolen spells frozen in crystal balls, cabochons and fine cameos, wyvern eggs and mermaid's purses, gold bullion and fine silverwork. but a dragon's attention is notoriously fickle, and just as often as they find a new treasure to store inside of you, they ask you to spread your legs and push out the contents of your womb so they can inspect and polish and preen over their incomparable hoard before gently, carefully, one piece at a time, pushing it all right back into you, making your belly just as heavy and swollen as it was before—perhaps with the addition of a few new objects, but none quite as cherished and valuable as you, the dragon's swollen-bellied, brimful treasure chest
