I am a man! A trans man. Not to reiterate my description or anything, but my pronouns are he/him and this is an 18+ only blog. I will block you if I don't see an age, an age range (like being over 20 or something), or if you literally have "minor" in your description. I do check.
This blog replaced my side blog of the same name, so if you happened to go looking for me and could swear you were following and now aren't, that's why.
I like
Monsters (especially tentacles and werewolves), eggs, somno, cnc, bdsm to a degree, hypnosis, regency, pet play, breeding/preg/birth kink, little bit of drugs but usually in a "pill that makes you horny" sense or for hypno purposes
I do not like
Ddlg, impact play or pain at all when it's directed towards me (so don't say you'll spank me, for example, even if something I reblog has it a little), piss/scat, humiliation/degradation (Im very picky about it and only a partner of mine would know how to do it for me), detrans/misgendering kink
There's probably much more detail I could go into but this is just to ward off anyone who doesn't wanna see the major shit I do like and I'll edit as needed.
bottoms who crave penetration are so hot to me. cute little things walking around daydreaming about somebody bending them over and taking what they want, all day long that nagging fuck me fill me cum in me use me thrumming inside them. falling asleep at night wishing somebody would crawl into bed behind them or roll them onto their backs and coax their legs open. waking up empty and wet and wanting even harder than ever. bottoms who look at you like maybe you're the solution to the never-ending problem of their slutty aching holes. they are just so fucking adorable.
World BDSM day seems like a good time to remind you:
If the idea of being cuddled and kissed and doted on after a scene makes you want to crawl out of your skin, that doesn't mean you don't need aftercare, it might just mean that what aftercare looks like for you is being left alone for a little while.
Aftercare isn't one-size-fits-all. Maybe you need a snack. Maybe you want to watch a youtube video. Maybe you just need to have a calm conversation to debrief about the scene you just had. Or maybe you do want to snuggle.
Do what works for you, because doing aftercare you hate because you think that's what it's supposed to look like or skipping any aftercare to avoid a particular kind isn't going to work out well for anyone in the long run.
Also, while I'm here:
check on your dominants. They need aftercare just as much as subs do but we so often see aftercare framed as "dom-comforts-sub" that folks forget about that.
While I'm at it, safewording isn't just for the sub either, and it doesn't make you less of a dom to use it. In fact:
Safewording when you need to makes you a good play partner.
Any reason you feel like safewording is a good enough reason.
You aren't boring or less fun to play with for knowing your limits or having a lot of them. The fun part happens inside the bounds, and knowing where those lines are can only help you have a better scene.
Want to be stuffed with tentacles that pump, in and out, pushing past my cervix and fucking countless eggs into my womb, then fertilizing them with lots and lots of hot, intoxicating cum. Want to be high and delirious off it, my brain turned off, only aware of the eggs growing, writhing inside me, my skin pulling taut and then further still as the eggs expand over⌠hours? Days? Who knows. Want to feel my tits grow heavy and painful, feel my nipples become swollen and puffy. And then eventually, after what feels like an eternity of eggs and heat and neediness pooling within, I want to feel the rush of pain and pressure, and the intense, almost orgasmic release that comes when my water breaks, more liquid than has ever poured out of me before. I want to feel every inch of every egg as my body pushes them down, towards their entrances into the world. Want to feel the pressure mounting between my hips, then pressing into my cervix, opening and opening and coming down until itâs bulging out of me behind the lips of my cunt. Want to feel my legs shake as my lips finally start to part, burning as I realize just how much my tight hole is going to have to stretch. But the pain is pleasure, my moans with each contraction laced with eroticism, fueled by the eggs themselves, their membranes seeped in whatever sedative the creatureâs sperm contained. Want to feel my legs spreading on their own as the massive egg widens my hole, my toes curling, my tits starting to leak simply from the force of each of my desperate pushes. Want to feel the pressure grinding against my clit from the inside, only intensifying as the egg approaches a crown. Gasping, breathing shakily as the widest part of the egg begins to breach my opening. Taking a moment to bask in the pleasure of the burn and the stretch. And then when the next contraction begins, pushing with all my might. Want to feel the first egg finally wrest free of me with a loud pop! And a long moan of pleasure on my lips, the release causing an orgasm to ripple through my entire body. Over and over and over again until the end, exhausted and with only a few eggs left to birth. Want to be sucked of effort to give, the sedation wearing off as thereâs less and less of the eggs and their membranes to intoxicate me. Feeling the burn worsen each time a pulsing egg shoots out of my raw cunt. Until I donât have anything left, so my body has to take over, pushing in short bursts as I fade in and out of consciousness. Falling asleep while my cunt stretches around the rim of an egg, where the widest part sits just inside me. Waking with a scream as a more intense contraction begins, my body pushing involuntarily, eyes opening as the final egg shoots out of me. Want to be panting, finally empty, drunk on my bodyâs hormones, when I feel the familiar touch of a tentacle, working its way back into my ruined cunt. Want to feel it push past my cervix again, still not yet closed after the days-long birth. Want to feel eggs, smaller this time (for now), but more numerous, deposited back into my newly-emptied womb, and want to feel myself fading into sleep again as the tentacle pulls out of me with a wet squelch, satisfied with having bred me again.
Werewolf boyfriend howling sadly when he gets home and he doesn't see you. You are just next door chatting with your neigbour, but when you hear him howling so pitifully you excuse yourself and go take him out of his misery. The moment he hears you opening the door he jumps on top of you and licks your face like a puppy, his tail moving so fast behind him you can't stop the giggle. He's just too cute.
Puppy who doesnât realize when owner slips them their sleepy time pill. Just gets all drowsy and light headed and then theyâre waking up in a different room with owners fingers in their puppy parts. They whimper and whine and try to move their hips but theyâre too out of it.
âGood morning pup. Donât worry, weâre almost done with your inspection. Then you can nap all you want okay? Just be a good puppy for me.â
need a puppyboy to be my bottom growth pump. every morning and every evening, you'll sit below my desk, between my legs. you'll unbutton my pants and shift down my boxers. you'll already be pantless, maybe even without boxers, just a loose shirt. your face will rub against my bush until your lips and teeth get a good suction to my dick. then, you'll suck, pulling and stretching my dick out in your mouth. you can caress it with your tongue, I won't mind. I'll feel you moving down and up my shaft, and you'll squirm, soaked on the floor. once my dick is satisfied, you'll be allowed to take care of yourself as I clean up. then, I get back to doing my work and you mindlessly jerk off until it's time again in a few hours.
Request: I was wondering if you could do a two werewolf story but the reader is a transman werewolf? Knotting, breeding but without explicitly saying anything about pregnancy? Maybe forced and feral if you are feeling up to it!
You knew it wasnât a good idea to approach the alphaâs house during the pack meeting. You knew you shouldnât have done that. But you couldnât just wait around to see what they would do with you. Your newly discovered transformation made you volatile (or thatâs what they said), and you only needed some answers.
Thatâs why you were there, eavesdropping and learning that you are supposed to find somebody to breed you. That would calm you down, or so they say, once again.
Itâs not the first time people have commented that, but you are still surprised when they talk about you so carelessly. You curse under your breath when your alpha tilts his head to the side and tells everyone to go home.
Shit, shit, shit.
You are trying to find a way to jump over the fence when your shirt gets stuck on a nail. You try to pull it, but you donât want to break the shirt. You like this shirt. The intents to pull off your shirt so you can figure it out also donât work, so you are struggling to do something when you hear footsteps behind you. Uh-oh.
âYou shouldnât have done that,â a voice behind you says, and you turn around so fast you almost get whiplash.
Standing close behind, leaning casually against the side of the house, is your alpha. His grin is so big it shows all his fangs. Your ears flatten against your head instantly.
âWha- whe- Where did you come from?â You ask, trying to play the card of lost puppy once again. Playing dumb usually works with big bad werewolves like him.
But your pack alpha is not just somebody, and you arenât that good of an actor either way. âAre you going to pretend you werenât spying on us, puppy?â He asks you with amusement coloring his words.
You huff, wanting to flip him off but unable to in your position. âDonât call me that. Iâm not a puppy,â you complain.
Your alpha laughs. âOh, puppy, but you look so defenseless right there, all⌠stuck.â
You struggle to get out but you are still unable to release your clothes from the fucking nail trapping them. âIâm not stuck,â you lie, your heartbeat picking up and your tail shaking uncomfortably behind you.
The big werewolf laughs again, sending shivers down your spine as he approaches. He towers over you. âSure you arenât.â He pats your ass in a very patronizing way that definitely doesnât make you want to whine and expose your neck to him. âWant some help out of there?â He asks, tone softer than before.
You swallow your pride knowing your alpha might let you right there if you donât ask for it. âYe-yes.â
He smirks, pinching your chin between his fingers as forcing you to look at him. âWhat do you offer me if I help you?â He asks.
You are so confused you donât know what to say, your stuttered âWh- what?â sounds painfully sad.
âIâll release your from your⌠situation,â he snorts, âand what do I gain?â
Heâs looking up and down your body and you shiver, already feeling heat pooling in your lower abdomen. His wolfish smirk only grows bigger when he smells your arousal in the air. Fuck. But when you take a deep gulp of air⌠you smell it. His arousal. A spicy smell in the air that makes you want to whine and expose your hole for him.
âIf you help me I couldâŚâ You try to come up with some kind of retort that would end up with your hole stuffed, but he cuts you mid sentence.
âMmmm, I donât know, I like how you look right there, puppy.â You feel his hands on your waist, pulling you lightly against him. You let out an involuntarily whimper and he chuckles. âSuch a cute puppy right here.â You can feel his dick rubbing against your backside and your knees are getting weak under you.
âIâll⌠Iâll⌠Iâll let you breed me,â you finally say, your body shivering in anticipation. More than letting him, you are doing a favor to yourself because your pack alpha is hot as fuck and the idea of being bred by him⌠Your tail is wagging.
You clearly surprise him, too, because his hands stop and he letâs out the tiniest of sounds. âAre you sure?â
You donât hesitate for even a second. âYes.â But he still doesnât react, still hesitant. Itâs time to play the big guns: âPlease, alpha.â
You are expecting a big reaction, but him pulling down your pants and cupping your ass like it belongs to him is not it. Your traitorous mouth lets out a groan, and your tail waggles around so harsh he chuckles. He pulls at it, and you let out a scream. It feels so good, fuck. You are about to blow, and heâs barely touched you.
âTouch me, alpha,â you almost beg.
He doesnât hesitate this time, hand slipping down and teasing your opening with two fingers. You can see the tension in each one of his movements, but the second he feels how ready you are for him, he plunges. You howl in pleasure when he curls his fingers, rubbing just the right place to have you begging for more.
âYou are soaking wet, so ready to take my knot, arenât you? Such a good boytoy for me.â You nod, unable to word anything when heâs finger-fucking you like that. He chuckles. âAlways so mouthy and now you are all quiet, who would have guesses this is what it took.â You feel the heat warming your cheeks, embarrassment mixing with your arousal.
He adds a third finger and you start babbling as he stretches you. Your body is still half suspended, but he doesnât seem to care as he plays with your hole like you are his play-thing. The idea of being used by your alpha every time he wants makes you moan, and he snorts, as if he could know what you were thinking.
âIâm ready, please, alpha. I need your dick. I need your knot in me,â you beg and he howls. Itâs claiming, you know it is, and you canât complain when the tip of his dick presses against your opening.
âYou ready, puppy boy?â He whispers, his front pressed against your back. You nod, bending down as far as you can to offer yourself to him.
He groans behind you and plunges.
Thereâs no finesse, nor caress. He pounds into you, claws pinching your hips when his other hand pulls at your tail. The combination of sensations is driving you closer and closer to an orgasm that is already blinding your eyes. You wanted to last longer, to enjoy the feel of him destroying your insides more, but you can feel your orgasm from the tip of your ears to the claws at your feet. Fuck.
âAre you going to take my come, puppy? Are you going to let me breed your sweet, sweet hole?â His words feel like gasoline to a fire.
âYes. Yes. Yes, alpha. Please,â your begging only spurs him on, fucking into you with such force that you have to hold your arms in front of you not to hit your face against the fence.
It doesnât take long for you to let out a howl that probably alerts all pack of what is happening at the alphaâs house, but you donât care. Your own howl mixes with his when you feel his knot stretching you as he roars behind you. His hands are touching all over, your orgasm rippling through you, the first shot of his come warming your insides.
âYou did so well, puppy. Iâm so glad Iâm going to have a new pretty cum-dump from now on,â you can only groan at his words as he picks you up and carries you inside, knot still inside of you and claws picking at your hips.
With each step your body jolts with a new wave of pleasure, and by the time he gets you on his bed, youâve come one more time and you can feel his knot deflating. He doesnât pull out just yet. He maneuvers you on the mattress, face down.
He pulls out just enough to see your hole leaking. âSo beautiful,â he mumbles more to himself than to you.
It doesnât take long for him to be hard again, werewolf stamina playing in his favor as he pushes his dick into your hole again, fucking his come back into you. You are boneless under him, relaxation like no other washing over you as you push your hips back to get him deeper.
Maybe breeding you was indeed the best idea to calm you downâŚ
Ghosts were a typical pest. Many people lived with them. Some even likened their ghosts to cats and got along with them, not minding the occasional blood drawing.
You don't think those people are being constantly fucked by their ghosts.
You don't know why this ghost (or ghosts) attached itself to you. What you could have touched or said to cause this.
You do know what it wants though, and that's your body.
Not in a possession way either.
Hands wandered over you, stroking and pinching and groping. Finding your sensitive spots in order to try to make you moan in public.
A ghostly cock fucked you at least ten times a day. You have no idea if ghosts are even capable of cumming. Is it just laughing at your reactions? Does it just enjoy making you sweat as you struggle through a normal conversation? Does it make you cum over and over because it can't?
Fuck if you knew.
All you really wanted to know was how to get rid of it.
You're kind of poor though and can't afford an exorcist. Online cures and how-to guides from the library aren't cutting it.
If anything, the attempts make the ghost more vigorous. Pounding you into the floor until you beg for mercy, which is denied as it fucks you until you pass out.
You even wake up in the night sometimes to the feeling of a cock moving inside you. In your cunt and sometimes your throat.
Despite your problem, you still try to live a normal life. You even find someone you're interested in.
The ghosts get a bit aggressive when you flirt, but fuck them. This is your life!
It eventually comes to a point where you're making out with your flirtation. The ghost is thrusting into you, but you focus on the human in front of you. You stumble to the bed, losing your clothes.
An actual, human cock is guided into you.
And, the ghost stops. Its presence is gone.
Was that it?!? You just had to fuck someone else?!?
You triumphantly celebrate the end of your ghost problem by getting fucked.
Only...you don't cum. Your partner does what you think is their best. You go at it for like an hour.
You don't cum though.
You go home unsatisfied.
You masturbate and still can't cum.
This goes on for days. There are no ghosts, but you cannot. Fucking. Cum!!!
By the end of the week, you're so keyed up that you can't focus on anything else but need need need.
You end up naked in bed, begging outloud for the ghost to return. Apologizing for it all: for trying to get rid of it, for fucking someone else.
You'll never do it again, so please, please, please!
You're lifted off the bed and slammed into the ceiling. A thick cock is slamming into your cunt at a brutal pace. You're crying, but it's from relief!
This is it! This is what you need!
You moan and writhe and finally cum on your bedroom ceiling!
Then, you're pinned to the bed, held still by invisible hands as the ghost keeps taking and taking and taking.
You thank it and praise it and tell it to stay forever.
You'll let it have its way with you, just stay forever!
Exploring a dungeon by yourself was dangerous, but you had been an adventurer for over a year. This was supposed to be an easy dungeon too.
You could tell at a first glance though that this orc was more than you could handle.
Thankfully, you're an accomplished mage. You slapped a piece of parchment on the wall, casting a spell. The wall became like an illusion, and you dived through.
A large hand followed you through the wall, catching your thigh. It pulled you off your feet and towards the wall again.
The spell broke suddenly, and you found your waist encased in the dungeon's wall. Your upper torso and arms were on one side of the wall. Your lower side was on the other side. The side with the orc.
It took you a moment to realize that the bag with your magic spell components was on the side with the orc.
Fuck.
You struggled despite knowing that it was futile. You couldn't do anything. You were going to die!
Then, you feel more than hear the crotch of your pants being ripped off, followed soon by your underwear.
Your legs closed, out of shock and a sense of modesty. The shock of cold air on your bare pussy had you shivering.
The feeling of large hands around your clothed thighs. Your legs were forcefully pried apart, exposing your bare pussy again.
There was then a blunt, warm pressure against your sex. It rubbed up and down on your pussy, so you could feel the size of it.
It was, in a word, huge. There was no way you could take it.
Please, don't put it in.
Of course, the orc wouldn't care about what you wanted if you could speak to it.
The head of the orc's dick pressed inside you slowly but inexorably. You cried out and gasped and whined. The stinging pain of being stretched beyond your limits had you sobbing.
Whenever you thought all of it was in you (there couldn't possibly be more), you were proved wrong as another excruciating inch was pushed in.
Finally, the sensation of the the orc's balls against you tell you that it was over. You were full beyond belief, tears streaming down your face.
Then, half of the dick pulled out and pushed back in forcefully.
You cry out.
The orc did it again. And again. And again.
The orc pounded into you unceasingly while you writhed helplessly. You clawed at the walls, seeking something to hold. Your legs twitched involuntarily. You can barely breathe as the force of the thrusts pushed breath after breath out of you.
At some point, your pussy had become wet with slick and precum. Your pussy was also getting used to the stretch, being just a sting.
You realize you're starting to enjoy it. That your gasps were half moans. That you almost wished the orc would play with your clit too.
Unbidden, your orgasm built and then overtook you. You cried with pleasure and humiliation.
The dick inside of you kept pounding away, drawing out the orgasm until it was simply painful with overstimulation. Then, until it became pleasurable again.
The endless thrusting continued, and you came over and over until you forgot to be ashamed.
An eternity later, the orc came. He came and came inside you until you felt a cramping inside.
You felt a gush of cum drip down your boneless legs when the orc pulled out.
After the warmth and girth of the orc's dick, you feel empty. Your bare pussy cold.
Then, another large, warm head pressed against your leaking pussy.
There were more, you dimly realized.
You had no idea when the fucking would end.
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