This blog is run by a bodily 19 y/o system, and all posts will be made by 18+ alters.
Hello! You can call us Bones collectively, we use He/It pronouns and identify as Transmasc/male, and we will be posting our nsfw fantasies and things like that, along with reblogging others content!
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forcemasc but intellectually. forcemasc but it’s a professor who thinks im gifted and gives me extra attention. dresses me up in nice suits, pays for my haircuts, takes me to fancy dinners to show me off.
and what if. what if. forcemasc professor who makes me dumb just to build up the perfect brain from ground zero.
and what if… psych professor forcemasc. who really gets in there and runs tests on my brain, hypno and everything.
puppy being collared n leashed by his owner, then fucked over the bathroom sink with the leash pulled taut around owners hand, puppy being forced to look at himself n his owner in the mirror while he gets absolutely wrecked :3 bonus points if puppy's neck is all red n chafed from the collar after but still refusing to take it off because he loves feeling owned<3
I need to convince a boy to take bigger and bigger toys until he can barely breath from how stretched he is.
“One more, it’s just a little bigger okay?”
“Can’t…c-can’t I can’t…” little hiccup sobs
“Awww baby.” Running gentle hand over the bulge in his stomach. “Ofcourse you can! It’s just a little bigger you can handle it. You didn’t think you could take the last one and you did! Such a good boy, just a little stretch…”
t4t vampire turning his bf into a vampire while shotgunning him so they can be gay for eternityyyy
Vampire bf feeds human bf a hit from their shared blunt in an alleyway, the vampire watching the humans throat flex as the smoke filled it and traveled down into his lungs.
The vampire brings a hand up to clamp and hand over the humans face, covering his mouth and nose, forcing the smoke to stay inside of him as the monster leaned over him.
He bites into the man’s neck, piercing his neck and puncturing his windpipe, the monster sucking blood and smoke into his mouth and lungs, moaning deeply at the taste and the whines coming from the human beneath him.
Then, bringing his hand up to his own drooling mouth, the creature bit into its wrist, drawing blood and lapping it onto his tongue, grabbing the man’s face and kissing it into his mouth as he gasped for air.
The human felt a new strength fill his body, as the blood was swallowed, the wound in his throat closing up.. as well as the smoke that was stolen from his throat was blown back into his lungs once more.
The now vampire lovers embrace in their kiss, sharing eternity together.
Dysphoria is a bitch. There’s no easy way around it. You can cut your hair, you can pump yourself full of Testosterone, you can bind your chest so tight your ribs try to cave in on themselves. It’s a hallowed out seed in the middle of your gut that constantly tells you “not man enough.”
And he knows this possibly better than anyone. He’s been on T for years, his chest has two long scars where he carved away what wasn’t supposed to be there and his lip is busy with a little moustache. He doesn’t get “ma’am” anymore in public. To anyone passing by he’s just another boy.
But in the dim light of his bestfriends room he’s more than that. He’s shattered glass forced back together in a weird shape. The fairy lights hanging off his wall illuminate the room in red, and the air is Smokey from the shared joints they’ve been passing back and forth. His best friend lays in his bed, nothing but a pair of boxers and a hand down slid into the waist band. He can’t but help to admire him, so naturally masculine he is. His blank chest and the hair that leads down his stomach, his Adam’s apple that bobs everytime he takes a swig of some disgusting sugary drink that makes his own teeth itch. He’s everything he wishes he could be.
And he’s stood, looking at himself in the mirror and comparing. Scars. Hips. Feminine.
“I can hear you overthinking from here. What the fucks your problem now?”
“Do I look like a boy to you?”
His friend rolls his eyes. Groans and presses his hands into his eyes until he sees spots.
“Are we seriously doing this again? Yes! For fucks sake yes dude I see you as a guy! Even when you’re being a whiney little bitch.”
He glares at his friend, climbing onto the bed and settling on his hips so he can straddle him.
“I’m not a whiney little bitch. Fuck you. I’m dealing with something here.”
His friend just sighs again, grabbing his hand and forcing it around his hard cock.
“You feel that? Huh? I don’t get hard for fucking girls. I get hard for annoying little fags. Like you. If you were a girl my dick wouldn’t be fucking hard you god damn idiot.” Even with the harsh tone and spot flying it’s a comfort. They never were good at being soft together.
Even when they kiss, their lips smash together, breaking skin and spreading metallic between the two of them. It’s harsh and raw and masculine.
switch for switch sex where we're both trying our hardest to break the other one into submission PLEASE???????? switch for switch sex where it's fully unclear who's going to be in control by the end of it? switch for switch sex where the power dynamic can change even the *second* you lose focus so you have to work to stay in control? switch for switch sex wher--mhghhhh fuck please keep going please fuck me I wanna be your toy pleaseefnng gnghnmmmbn,,
He’s laughing at him. This is the most genuine laughter he’s ever seen from the other boy, and it’s at his expense. Fuck his life. He should have been a bad kid, should’ve learned to smoke when he was thirteen when everybody else was learning how to do it. Then he wouldn’t be sitting here choking as smoke suffocates him while the prettiest boy he’s ever seen laughs at him.
“Oh fuck, you’re really dying over there aren’t ya? Don’t worry you’ll get used to it. The first time I smoked I coughed so hard I pissed my self. Didn’t even know I had to piss, man. Shits brutal.” He takes an effortless hit. He breathes in the smoke like it’s as natural as the air around them and he doesn’t make a complete fool of himself by choking. “Hey, can I try somethin?”
His lungs hurt. His throat hurts and his eyes are wet and stinging. The logical part of his brain tells him to say no. He’s tried enough for one night. But the part of him that aches for this boy tells him to suffocate in it. Sit there and don’t move even if the smoke smothers you. Just be next to him.
“Yeah…what?”
“Alright don’t freak out okay?” He turns to face him, both sat crossed leg on his mattress on the floor. It’s nothing fancy but they don’t need it to be. He takes another inhale, and for a second it’s confusing on what he’s trying to do. But then his hands are grabbing his face and pulling him close, their lips are touching and they’re breathing in the same smoke. It’s more dull this time, less suffocating and more of a light sting. He can feel himself getting dizzy on it, unsure if it is the weed or the kiss. They stay like that until there’s no more smoke between them, still not pulling away. Their tongues push against eachother, hands gripping and grabbing at whatever they can reach. And when he pulls away he wants more, he doesn’t need air he needs to taste him on his tongue.
“That was better yeah? Maybe if we keep practicing like that, it’ll make smoking easier for you. We can work back up to the joint and just…do this for now.”
Am I mean if I say owner stepping on his puppy’s leash so puppy can’t reach owners cunt with his tongue? Bc I’m saying it.
Poor thing basically trapped down at his feet, whimpering and whining while his owner jerks off right above him. So close. But not close enough. He just wants to bury his face between owners legs but he’s being denied, stopped short by his leash.
“Cmon puppy, don’t you want a taste? Where’s my good boy? Need my good boys tongue so bad.” Knowing they’re the one keeping him from getting at it.
CW: T4T, kidnapping, rape, forced hormones, choking, asphyxiation, petplay/puppyplay, impact play, breeding kink (no actual breeding, just strap)
Words used: Cunt, hole, clit, cock, dick, strap
Thank you for indulging!
You felt yourself begin to awake groggily as you twitched a bit, your body being moved by someone. You begin to remember the night before..
Was that even the night before? How long had you been asleep.. you had no clue but the room was once again dark and unfamiliar. You whine quietly as the stranger shifts you onto your stomach and you heard him coo.
“Ohhh darling you’re finally waking up..!” You could hear the smile on his words as a hand wrapped around your neck, craning your head upward.
For the first time you got a look at his face. He had scruffy cheeks, which you thought you’d felt when he’d forced his lips against yours before. And dark eyes, but you couldn’t make out the color in the darkness.
He chuckled, watching your eyes dart back and forth as you studied his face. “Pretty puppy likes to look at his new owner, hm..?”
The words made you twitch a bit and shudder away from him.
You forgot he had the strange idea that you were a man, despite your body and face, what you saw every time you looked in the mirror..
His grip on your throat tightened as you attempted to flinch away from him. You were still groggy but starting to gain a bearing of your body and how to move it.
“You should stay still pup, it’ll be better for you that way.” You felt the same familiar sting of cold and sharp dragging down the side of your thigh. You hadn’t been able to make out what it was the night before, but as you craned your neck to look behind you, the glint of a needle caught your eye.
You inhaled sharply and tried to jerk away, earning you a harsh squeeze to the throat, making you cough and grab at his hand. “What did I say.” He demanded as he pressed a knee into your back, forcing you to hold still underneath him.
“I said.. stay put.” As he trailed off between the words you felt a sharp pinching sensation in your thigh and let out a yelp, your body tensing against the feeling as he injected.. something.
Something. You realized you had no idea what was going into your body, what he was putting into you. The panic started to seep into your chest as you processed how vulnerable you were in this moment. The feeling lasted barely a second until you felt the needle pull free.
“You struggled a liiittle too much for your own good pup.” He moved down over you, letting go of your throat for a second as he pressed his tongue against the injection site, making you shudder and immediately attempt to pull yourself away across the bed.
His hands clamped around your legs almost immediately, causing you to cry out kick at him as he dragged you back underneath him harshly, flipping you over as you flailed, panting heavily in a panic as you got a view of his face again.
All manner of gentleness had dissipated from his face, his lips pressed against his gritted teeth. He wrapped a hand around your throat, pressing you into the bed firmly. You reached for a second to claw at his arm but before you even touched him-
A cracking sound filled the room, followed by a gasping cry that you couldn’t even tell for a moment was your own over the flash of pain clouding the side of your face. Tears welled in your eyes as the hand that had just struck you gripped your jaw and forced your head back to face your captor.
“That’s what happens when you fight puppy, I’ve gotta train you to behave somehow..” He frowned down at you condescendingly as he wiped a tear from your cheek. You were struggling to take full breaths with the mix of panic and the hand pressing you further and further into the bed by your throat as the man leaned over you.
Your hands lay at your sides now, twitching slightly every time you had the instinct to fight back, the stinging in your cheek flared. You whined shakily as the hand tightened, and your vision began to get darker around the edges.
You tried to stutter out pleading words to him, now too scared to fight back with your hands, wondering if maybe you could get the gently side from before to come back.
“Pl-ease d-don-t..” You choked out, gasping slightly as your hands feebly reached towards his forearm, but not making contact, too slow to reach before you began to go limp. You noticed as your eyes began to close completely that he cocked his head to the side at your words, a grin creeping back to his face.
You felt your body twitch a shudder as it attempted to come back from unconsciousness, it felt like minutes but it couldn’t have been longer than 3 seconds before you felt things again. The first thing being something that was slid around your neck, followed by a sharp clicking sound.
“Goooood boy, sweet boy..” A hand caressed your head softly, as your assailants other hand traveled up your arm slowly, softly, before reaching your wrist. He grabbed it and moved your arm upwards, towards..
You whined weakly as you processed that he was once again cuffing you to the headboard, and your breathing began to pick up speed once more.
“ShhhhhShSh darling, calm down! Your owner’s just gonna make you feel nice and full yeah..?” The words full hit your brain and filled it with dread. You weren’t on any birth control. You weren’t exactly expecting a situation like this, and you weren’t exactly ‘active’.
You started tearing up again, struggling as he clicked both hands into place above your head. “Yeah? Puppy wanna be bred??” He cooed the words at you excitedly as he got up from the bed, like getting a dog excited for a walk.
He went through a drawer across the room, mumbling to himself before shuffling with his clothes. Your heart was racing, your breaths heavy as you watched him undress down to the boxers.
You closed your legs frantically as he walked back over, you could see the large shape looming, already incredibly stiff and large. He laughed lightly, running his hands over your thighs slowly.
“My poor boy is nervous isn’t he..” The words made you shiver, hearing him call you ‘he’. You whimpered quietly and looked away from him shamefully, breathing shakily as you jerked away from his touch.
“It’s okay, you’re okay.. I’m just gonna show you what you were made for yeah..?” His hands slowly began to force their way between your knees. You shook your head frantically, looking back up at him to try to plead with him once more. You opened your mouth to say something, anything to try to reason with the man-
And then there were two fingers making their way down your tongue, sliding delicately into your mouth. Your eyes widened and you barely held back a groan as he pressed down, forcing drool to begin spilling from the corner of your lips down your chin.
“There you go.. god I love boys like you… so fucking pliant and warm, and soo wet..” He leaned down to whisper against your neck, he body pressing against your legs as his free hand forced them apart and he slid into place.
You could feel his dick pressing against your leg, it was- it was cold? It pressed into your leg in a way you didn’t expect a dick to, harder than flesh should have been..
You looked down towards the man’s chest, and felt your eyes widen and the large scars carved into them. You stared.. you almost.. admired for a moment. You’d seen pictures of too surgery before but never on someone in person.
He pulled his head back from your mouth, grinning as he noticed where your eyes had trailed. “You like those puppy? Like looking at how owners gonna help fix you?” You looked back up to his face, confused and alarmed by the question.
What the hell did he mean by that?? Your train of thought was interrupted however by the feeling of his saliva covered fingers trailing down your stomach and dragging against your clit suddenly.
The feeling was so much more intense than the first time he touched you, making you jump and jerk your hips away from his hand. He chucked as his other hand gripped your hip and pushed you down into the bed firmly, holding you down as he began to rub gently circles against you.
You whined harshly, pressing your head back against the mattress as your hips bucked against him. What the fuck had he done to you, why were you so much more sensitive to him??
“Your pretty little cock’s already getting harder easier for me isn’t it.. such a good boy.” He continued to work at making you squirm underneath him, your brain going back and forth between the intense sensation between your thighs, and all of the strange things this man had been saying to you.
Suddenly the feeling rubbing against you was different, colder, harsher. You instinctively tried to close your legs as you realized he was rubbing his- cock? Against you. You were sure it wasn’t supposed to feel like that, but it still made you whimper in fear nonetheless.
He groaned softly as the rubbing slowly trailed down along your hole aswell, pressing his body between your knees before you could try to close your legs to block him.
“Aww, scardey pup.. don’t worry, it’ll feel sooo good I promise, it’s exactly what you’ve been needing…” Your lips parted to protest, but instead pierced the room with a sharp, uncontrollable moan as you felt the mass between his legs sink into you.
It didn’t feel cold anymore. It felt big, and burning hot from the mix of pain and pleasure at being stretch apart so suddenly, but to your horror, you realized it had slid in incredibly easily..
The man above you let out a laugh that trailed into a deep moan as he thrust into you down to the hilt of what you could now feel was a strap.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as he dragged his hips back slowly, achingly pulling out of you and giving you a moment to think before plunging back into your cunt with another harsh grunt, forcing a yelp from you as you heard the sloppy sound of him shoving himself back into you.
“God you take it so fucking easy, you’re such a good toy. So fucking good.” He moaned shakily as the thrusts began to pick up, jolting sharp, shakey, and whined yelps from your lips as you turned your head away from him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing your reactions to what he was doing to you.
One hand stayed gripped to your hip, while the other moved to grab your face, forcing you to look up as he pressed his body weight into you, forcing himself deeper into you as he pressed a kiss to your lips.
It was sloppy and desperate, the contact immediately making him speed up more, grunting and whining slightly into your mouth as he squeezed your cheeks to force it open, shoving his tongue inside.
Your loud whines of disapproval at the violation only seemed to spur him on more, making the man’s thrusts more frenzied. Dispute the cock not being truly attached to his body, the man seemed to be sure he could feel your insides with it, panting and groaning as he pounded into you.
He gasped a bit into your mouth, forcing his tongue down your throat deeper for a few more thrusts, before pulling back, “Fuck puppy, you’re gonna make me cum..” You knew it was a strap, you knew now he couldn’t really do anything to you, yet the panic still hit you for a moment as you processed his words.
“Gonna breed you so good baby, fill you all up with pups, gonna be so pretty with my litter..” Your eyes squeezed shut, your legs wrapping around his hips as you felt a familiar feeling begin to pool in your stomach.
You shook your head desperately, eyes rolling back as you felt him speed up, plunge deeper into you than you thought he could reach as he grabbed both hips, lifting you off the bed slightly to fuck into you harder.
“FuckFuckFucfUCk” He moaned loudly and plunged himself into you as deep as he could, his hips bucking and shuddering against yours as he fell on top of you, his weight pressing you into the bed.
You cried out loudly as you felt yourself cum around his cock, gasping and moaning as you swore, even though his dick was silicone, you swore you could feel a warmth pooling inside of you.
He stayed with his weight on top of you, panting and gasping, the strap still pressed to the hilt into you. He reach a hand up to gently pet your head, laughing quietly, “I knew you’d be such a good hole for me puppy, soo pliant..”
You felt a tear roll down your cheek. It stung still, just a little. After a few minutes, you resized he was staring to fall asleep ontop and still inside of you. You closed your eyes slowly, and let yourself be taken once more by the gentle hold of sleep, your now only escape from your new reality..
