Fuck Me Stupid

My horny blog He/him 18+

[prettyboy2000]

Intro post

Call me Prettyboy, this is my horny blog. Asks are welcome. I use he/him pronouns. I am ≥18 years old. I am definitely on the submissive end of things. Also I’m taken

My kinks: free use, degradation, humiliation, praise, petplay, noncon, somno, object insert, forcefem, limited detrans (I will rb other things, but these are my main ones)

Limits: scat, vomit, age play

[delusionalftmgirl]

imagine a trans lesbian undermining your masculinity while she gropes and molests you. she feels you up despite your objections and exposes your breast for her to play with. then she shames you for pretending to be a man. how could a silly girl like you think she’s really a man? what right do you have to call yourself male with a tight pink pussy like that? look at the way your girly cunt quivers when you’re called a girl. you need to be bred and taught a lesson about pretending to be something you’re not.

[theyfabuser]

Want to put together a trans-only event at a delayed-reveal address, and engineer the guest list so it's all transfems except for one cuntboy party favor. I'd put a drink in his hands on the way in and wait for him to use the bathroom, then move furniture to block the front door before announcing his role as a gift to my trans sisters. When he comes out, the atmosphere is completely different. All eyes are on him, mentally undressing him moments before an equal mass of eager hands do it for real. He could be a gym rat with years on T and still be overpowered by sheer numbers. Four girls would pin down his limbs, rendering him completely immobile while two girls make use of his holes. Once he's creampied and gagging on cum, then we flip him over so the girls who like anal can have a turn. His body has to satisfy every single guest before we finally let off. If he's too battered and exhausted to leave on his own, then we get to have even more fun the next morning!

[absolute-whore-deactivated20231]

i want someone to find my sleeping body and slowly pull my boxers down to make sure they dont wake me up. then start by just barely touching my tdick, running your fingers up and down my cunt before pushing one in to hear me quietly moan in my sleep. start fucking me slowly before adding another finger and stop if i begin to stir too much. keep going until im dripping for you and you take your fingers out to replace them with your tongue. when you mouth moves up to my tdick is when i finally moan myself awake, confused and warm and so hard that i cant help but to grind up into your mouth until i cum on your tongue. when you pull away press your lips on mine while one hand moves to my throat to choke me and the other hand moves to line your dick up with my hole so you can push inside me in one quick motion before whispering to me how you were just getting started.

[aberrantred]

Making a desperate, slutty boy say "I'm your dog" over and over again while hopelessly humping a pillow and whimpering. You agree, reblog.

[feral-and-or-horny]

I want to have a werewolf girlfriend, and one month, she forgets to keep track of the full moon.

I wake up in the middle of the night, suddenly aware of a burning heat against my back and something long and hard throbbing between my legs. I look down and see a thick knotted cock pressed between my legs, shifting as the massive werewolf behind me slowly ruts against me in her sleep. I should be scared, but her cock is pressed against my clit, sliding over it so slowly and Im already dripping wet and I can see precum from the tip of her cock smearing against my stomach where it rests. I carefully try to rub myself against her a little bit harder, just to find some relief, not even able to think clearly until I deal with my aching pussy.

But I move to much, and I hear her growling behind me, her large clawed hands wrap around my waist and she lays me on my stomach so she can loom over me. She keeps rutting her cock between my legs, growling louder with each thrust until she finally lines herself up with my pussy and forces herself into me. She can't fit all the way, but my sweet gentle girlfriend isn't in control right now, so she just continues rutting into me, drool dripping down onto my back as my pussy is treated like nothing more than a breeding toy to her. When her knot finally pops in, she starts fucking me harder, paying no mind to how she's stuck inside me now and every thrust lifts my body. I can feel her cock bulging in my stomach, stretching me wider than Ive ever managed, and her body is so hot it feels like her cock is burning me from the inside.

And when she cums, it floods my womb in an instant, hot cum overflows in spurts around her knot, her final desperate thrusts slamming her cock against my cervix, emptying more cum than I can bear into my womb. She pulls out, and I groan at the flood of cum that pools between my legs.

She just rolls me on my back and lines her already hard again cock up with my hole, ready to breed me until she decides she's done.

[makemonymoo-deactivated20260501]

The Mirror

You've inherited an enormous castle from a distant relative, and you're seeing it for the first time today. The grounds are breathtaking, the architecture flawless, and as soon as you step inside something in you knows that you are home.

The staff are kind and polite and very welcoming. They seem happy to show you around; they smile indulgently at your every exclamation of delight. A real castle, and it's yours.

During your tour, you pass through a long, dimly lit corridor. There's only one door, and it almost blends in with the walls. The maid passes it by without a second glance.

"Wait," you say, hesitating. She glances back at you in question. "What's in here?" you ask, pointing.

"No one goes in there," she replies.

That's not really an answer. You frown.

"Why not?" you pressed.

"No one goes in there," she repeats. She's staring at you intensely, seeming to will you into dropping the matter. You force yourself to shrug, and the maid's expression lightens in relief.

How strange. But it's the only blip on an otherwise wonderful day, and you put the dark hallway and that mysterious door out of your mind for the moment.

The staff retires after around eight in the evening after checking that you have everything you need. You thank them, listening as their footsteps fade, leaving you alone for the first time since you arrived. Temptation tickles the back of your mind.

There would be no one to stop you if you checked out what was behind that door.

It's your castle, you reason as you make your way up a curving staircase. This is your home now, and you should know every part of it. After all, if it was dangerous, surely it would have been easier to just say so?

As you approach the door, it occurs to you that it may be locked. The idea irritates you. You have no interest in haranguing the staff into handing over the key. But the door opens easily as you turn the handle, gliding open on silent hinges. You'd expected an eery creek given the maid's earlier comment that no one ever comes in here. Maybe it was some sort of prank?

All thoughts flee your mind as you take in the splendour of the room. Moonlight streams in through the enormous windows, illuminating the room: it's a library. There are two floors to either side of you, the walls lined with shelves of books. Your hand flutters to your chest in amazement.

Any tiredness that may have been hovering at the edge of your mind abruptly flees. You plan on exploring every inch of this place. You step into the room, unsure where to start, when the door... shuts.

"Hello?" you call out, slightly spooked. No one answers. You glance over your shoulder at the door, step towards it to turn the handle again. It opens easily, just as it did the first time.

Oh. How strange. You shrug though, and then shut the door yourself. No use in getting startled again while you're looking around. You're considering where to start when something in the far right corner catches your eye.

It's a mirror.

A mirror in a library? Your curiosity is piqued, and walk over to examine it. The thick carpet beneath your feet muffles the sounds of your footsteps.

Your first thought is that it's beautiful. It's a tremendous piece, longer than you are tall and several feet wide The glass shines brightly, and you catch a glimpse of your own awestruck expression in the reflection. But what really captures you attention is the frame.

There, in burnished gold, the mirror is bordered by tentacles.

You take a step closer, and then another. You're close enough to run your hand over the intricate carvings, but hesitate for some reason. Pressing your lips together, you take another quick look over your shoulder at the door. There's no reason for it, you remind yourself. This is your home, and you can do whatever you like.

Movement from the corner of your eye.

You gasp, whipping around to stare at the mirror again. You could have sworn that the tentacles... had moved.

Impossible. The product of an overactive imagination. Of course you're a little bit jumpy, you reason. You're in the dark, in an unfamiliar place. Still, there's no reason to be afraid.

And to prove it to yourself, you boldly reach out to caress one of the tentacles with your fingertip.

The ground lurches beneath you and, before you know it, you're falling forward, into the mirror. A startled yelp escapes you as you're pressed right up against the cool glass.

That's when you see them. The tentacles are undulating, beautiful burnished gold limbs moving to capture your wrists and ankles in a vicelike grip. You struggle against the hold, more frightened cries spilling free.

This can't be happening.

But it is. Cool, slick tentacles tickle across your cheeks and ears, while others grope you over your clothes. They're gentle, though, curious more than anything, as though trying to learn the shape of you.

You tell yourself that you're dreaming. This whole experience has just been a strange dream, and all you need to do is wake up. Any minute now, you'll wake up.

Riiiiiip.

You give a startled shout as your clothes are shredded from your body, leaving you only in your underwear. The glass is cold against your skin, as are the tentacles exploring you, and you feel your nipples tighten in response. Tentacles glide over your skin, leaving a sticky residue behind. Everywhere they touch begins to tingle.

There's an answering wetness between your thighs.

No, no, no, no, no.

That's what you mean to say. You mean to shout and scream and kick and bite and thrash.

A needy moan escapes your mouth instead.

Thin tentacles slip beneath your panties. The touch is so light that you almost think you're imagining it. But something flicks you're clit, and pleasure flashes through you like quicksilver. You wrench against the tentacles.

Struggling to get away or spread your legs further? You're not sure.

The tentacles are getting bolder now. Some have slid around you, plump limbs slipping between you and the mirror. One thick tentalce glides down your belly while two or three travel upwards. You're beginning to sweat, and it eases the movement of the tentacles against you.

"P-please," you beg, gasping. Those thin tendrils continue to strum against your clit and it's making you desperate. Your hips grind down, searching for friction that those tentacles are too insubstantial to give you.

Your reaction seems to please them. The tentacles caressing you get slicker, and the one slipping down your tummy dips beneath your panties to join its brethren. But unlike those slim tentacles, this one bypasses your clit entirely.

It probes at your hole, teasing. You thrust backwards before you can stop yourself, groaning. A distant part of your mind is horrified by what is happening, but you're too far gone to care. You need something inside you now.

The tentacle presses inside of your soaking cunt in one long, seemingly endless push. Deep. It's so deep. And so fucking thick. Stretching you. All the while, those tiny tentacles continue to toy with your clit.

You cum.

The tentacle squirms inside you, twisting and thrusting, and it makes your eyes roll back in your head. You no longer wish to fight. Any thought of resistance evaporates; instead, you work with the tentacles, fucking yourself back against the one in your pussy.

Your cheek is pressed against the mirror, breath leaving little puffs of condensation against the glass. You feel something slick touch your bottom lip. While another of the tentacles had diverted to toy with your nipples, this one had travelled between your tits to linger at your mouth. Without thinking, your tongue darts out to taste the residue.

Delicious.

You open your mouth, and the tentacle glides along your tongue to the back of your throat without hesitation. The taste of it explodes in your mouth and you feel yourself gush around the tentacle in your cunt. You wish you could see yourself in the mirror, watch as you're taken from both ends.

Was your tummy bulging as the tentacle fucked you? You could already feel drool running down your chin. Would it reach your tits, slick the way for the next tentacle to take it's turn?

Time loses meaning. You cum again. And again.

And again.

You lose count of your orgasms. You wonder if any of the tentacles will cum inside you?

The thought is heady. You clench down further on the tentacle that's been fucking you relentlessly. You want it to. You want all of them to cum on and inside you. Fill you up and paint you with its seed.

You choke on the tentacle in your mouth as it speeds up, pressing deeper. Somehow, the tentacles seem to sense your new desperation. They thicken, thrust faster, harder.

Distantly, you feel something probing your asshole.

Yes.

It all seems to happen at once. The tentacle in your cunt stiffens for a moment before hot cum spurts inside you. And that's when the other tentacle pushes into your ass, spreading you wide to accommodate it's girth.

Your screams are muffled by the tentacle fucking your throat. It isn't long before that one is cumming too, filling you up with it's seed. You try desperately to swallow it all, but some inevitably escapes, dripping down your chin.

More.

The tentacles slip free from your mouth and cunt, but are quickly replaced by others. You accept them eagerly, already impatient to take more of their loads. They no longer need to hold you open to them. Once the tentacles at your wrists have released their grip, you reach down to hold yourself open to the ones fucking you.

You cum until you're almost dizzy from it. The tentacles cum inside you until their seed leaks from your holes and onto the thick carpet. Your skin is coated with their cum, slick and warm and tingling. Your belly is bulging from the both the tentacles fucking you and from the cum that's been released inside you.

No one goes in there, the maid had said.

You might never leave.

[weremonsterteeth]

Werewolf boyfriend who just has to have his knot in you every day.

He starts ripping through your clothes as soon as you walk through the door because he's so ready to be inside you. He just had you bent over the bathroom sink this morning and made you late for work, but he's biting off your panties and lapping at your cunt like he's needed you for weeks.

Loves how wet you get with every little grunt and growl he lets out as you're riding him until the fur around his navel and thighs is soaked with you. One huge, clawed hand has a tight grip around your middle to keep you from squirming while he fucks his knot up into you.

If you're feeling tired he's giving you the most pathetic puppy eyes and no he doesn't even feel embarrassed about begging because fuck he just needs to have you squeezing around his cock while he breeds you please please please...

Wants you flat on your tummy for your comfort and so he can press you deeper into the mattress every time he sinks into you. He has both your hands wrapped completely in one of his and pinned above your head when he pushes his knot in so slowly, almost cumming again from the way you're whimpering and crying into the sheets.

[monsterous-musings]

thick tentacles wrap around your torso, a sucker directly over a nipple, pulsing gently. more take your legs and spread them, holding them in place. you're completely immobilized, lying on your stomach. one tentacle snakes forward, different to the others. this one is covered in slick fluid with a bulb at the tip. it presses against your cunt and rubs before pushing inside. it slowly sinks deeper, stretching you open. you open your mouth to cry out but it's immediately stuffed with with another dripping tentacle. you're getting fucked on both ends, unable to move save for bucking your hips slightly.

[terribe-coincidence]

I want you to describe things you want to do with whores like me while you're raping me.

Tell me you want to put me up for auction, taking bids while I'm fucked by a machine endlessly

Tell me you want to chain me up in the back yard and keep me there, sleeping in a dog house and eating out of a bowl, fucking me when you need to

That you're gonna blackmail me and I'll have to spend years sending you videos of me masturbating in changing rooms and bathroom stalls

That you'll tie me up in a dive bar bathroom and turn both my ends into glory holes

You'll keep me here and watch all your friends rape me and make a fortune selling the tapes online

[mariamochi02]

Cant stop fantasizing about getting raped in public, imagining myself on a busy train pressed against the train door as men take turns filling my holes. I'm too shy and humiliated I don't ask for help so they take advantage of it, using me till I get to my stop.

[finnfakegirl3]

i need to grab a fakeboy by her child-bearing hips and impale her on my dick, using her like a fleshlight. i'll use her fertile female body to get off with while she moans for me and begs for more like the good slut she is. i'll make her go from not wanting my dick to being addicted to it, willing to be as girly as i need her to be just so ill give her the good rough fucking a worthless cunt like her needs.

[roseredfakeboy]

Ugh I need someone to force me to walk around in lingerie and girly revealing clothes and just grope at me and fuck me whenever they want, in the house and out in public

Slapping my ass while I'm in panties, pulling my shirt up and grabbing my tits in my bra

I just wanna be an object of someones attraction and that's it

[charlotte-in-scarlet]

reblog if someone should be groping you right now

[jennelli]

reblog this if you are in the line for rough groping

[sweetandsavouryyy]

Yes i like being praised, i like being called a good girl, i like when men are sweet to me and i looooove being called cute petnames.

But oh my goddd how i loooove being degraded, being called a filthy whore and i love it when men treat me like a toy. And theres nothing more i love than being called degrading names like slut, whore and fucktoy.

[thirstandthorns]

What I wouldn’t give to feel a real man’s warm ballsack kiss my clit while his hard shaft pumps in and out of my wet boy girly pussy