optional wyrm

18+!!! | 21 | it/he/they courageous dog / aromantic loverboy

[wyrmpox]

harder kink sideblog for @wyrmpus .

think of this as an opt-in blog. things are consistently tagged here -- feel free to block tags you don't want to see.

DNI: minors (have your age in bio!!), bigots, the regular fuckery. i block whoever I don't want here or don't want to interact with.

i vet everyone who follows me - if your blog has a lot of stuff i'd rather not encounter, i might block you to avoid it. or on vibes. whatever

about me:

dogboy switch at your service!

hey!! you can call me wyrm (can also call me puppy/etc!). 21, nonbinary trans guy, they/it/he pronouns*, aro bi** vers switch, almost exclusively t4t. i'm chatty as hell, especially in the tags - come bark if you wanna! :3

CIS MEN DOMS, FUCK OFF, I AM NOT INTERESTED.

*they/them is what i use by default, but i like it/he too especially in kink.

**uneven bi/switch distribution. fairly sub-leaning. the more fem you are the less likely i'm able to dom you. only interested in cis folks if they're: dominant cis women, submissive cis men.

talking on here:

follow RACK, babes, and take good care. everything here is intended as fantasy, fiction, roleplay, and pre-negotiated kink. most of these posts don't discuss the consensual part of cnc or the before-and-after of a scene. in practice, these are things i'm only comfortable discussing after a friendship of sorts is established - be a person first. also, hi! i'm new and don't know what i'm doing! take me with a grain of salt!

language about me:

anything neutral/masc is fine (e.g., "pretty")

anatomy: don't bother with "boy-" prefixes. usually refer to myself with cunt/hole and dick/cock.

i don't like the following words for myself: clit, pussy, bitch, beautiful; directly feminine words (e.g., "princess")

what i don't want to see:

hard limits: if this is most of your blog, i might block you to avoid it.

misgendering/detrans/orientation play

raceplay

ageplay, cgl, abdl

feederism/weight related kinks

piss/scat/vomit or feet

gore/snuff

daddy as a title for men and mascs

pregnancy ("breeding" is okay but you ain't puttin babies or a litter in me.)

what you'll find on here:

kink tags: original and reblogged posts

I guarantee these ones will be consistently tagged.

#cnc.x: posts where, in fantasy, consent is ignored/violated. in practice, a hell of a lot of discussion is necessary before and after. to be clear, i'm a switch and into both sides of the equation.

#phrasing tw: posts including the word "rape"/variations upon it. I can't guarantee how consistent i'll be about tagging this specifically, except on original posts. This blog will contain uncensored use of the word "rape."

#captivity.x: posts involving being kept somewhere against one's will.

#incapacitation.x: posts about being physically or mentally incapacitated in some impermanent or permanent way, such as paralysis or brain injury. may overlap with #intox / #intox.x and #somno but not always. (will not consistently tag as either of those)

#mommy.x: yeah yeah whatever, caved to the mommy kink. and the mom fauxcest. i'm a dog, not exactly your son.

#daddy.x: soft limit - i am extremely picky about this and only really consider it if there's enough gender fuckery to not set me off (i'll consider calling girls/fems daddy, but that's it.) and same as above - i'm a dog.

#fauxcest.x: i'm sensitive and picky about it, fuck off. don't make assumptions about what i do or don't like. mostly mom stuff, but anything else applicable is tagged as such.

some additional and less consistent tags that have appeared here:

#gunplay.x

#labposting / #labposting.x (will choose one at some point)

#oviposition.x

#fisting.x

#snuff.x

navigation tags:

#wyrm.pox: original posts

#ask.pox: answered asks

#fave.pox: favourite reblogged posts

[puppysguarddog]

Oh, I’m not worried about you fighting back, I hit much harder than you would. I’m tying you up so you don’t hurt yourself trying to stop me.

[serenadeformice-deactivated2025]

When the day finally comes, I bombard you with presents and affection and good food. You've been eating nothing but scraps for the last month, so no amount of suspicion can hold you back--even though chewing too much sends waves of pain through your jaw in the spots where I've removed some of your teeth. "Congratulations!" I lean down over the dog bed I've been keeping you in. Instinctively you pull back, fearing that I might be hiding the pliers behind my back like last time. What happens instead is unexpected-- I cup your cheek in one hand and unattach the leash bound to your collar from the radiator with the other. For the first time in thirty days I lead you upstairs. I even let you walk upright, I must be feeling generous. When we reach the spacious living room above you this entire time you're slammed by the sight of moonlight pouring in through the windows. You almost start to cry. Am I letting you go? Is this the end of it?

I tug on your leash. You're pulled along, then down into my lap as I sit on one of the lounge's excessively soft sofas. My grip is firm, your limbs are so exhausted from how hard you've been fighting and how little you've eaten, so it's far from difficult to overpower you. I turn your head around and point you to the television screen, where a newscast has been paused. You start feeling a cold dread seep through you. That's your face on screen, in a little box edited in above the newscaster. I hit play.

"...declared dead by authorities today after the discovery of teeth matching dental records in a riverbank. This comes after a grueling month of searching. A police statement has ruled the official cause of death as an animal attack..."

"You're dead." I smile. The television fades to noise behind you as I grip your chin and force you to look at me, my eyes so loving and soft. I start to kiss you and there's nothing you can do to pull away. Nobody is coming for you anymore. Even if you did get away, your life is for all purposes over--your own funeral will be held soon, an empty casket lowered into the ground by a grave with your name on it. I don't seem to notice when you start to cry.

"Welcome to the rest of forever, sweetheart."

[sebastianized-deactivated202601]

being told “that’s my boy” once you stop fighting back and let them take advantage of you… lightheaded

[butchergirrl]

Kidnapping but the duct tape I’m using is pink and glittery and I’ve put a rose-scented air freshener in the trunk and there’s little cut-out paper hearts in there and a card that says “be my valentine? y/y”

[sapphling]

nobody offers to let you take a comforting nap in their arms because you look exhausted and need a safe place to crash for a bit and then wakes you up 40 minutes later with two fingers knuckle-deep in you anymore

[quickf09969-deactivated20251106]

Mockery and CNC go so well together

"listen to the sounds that sloppy cunt's making, you can't tell me no."

"do you hear yourself? you sound so desperate for this." "please? please, what?.. what, you can't take it? oh, is that why it's sliding in and out of your hole so easily?you're saying you don't like it, and yet you're so wet, i think you just like hearing yourself scream."

[babybunnyv]

Where's my gross crazy loser of a stalker that kidnaps me and trains me to be dependent on them to the point I cant even think for myself????

[wyrmpox]

it's fucking wild being able to have the things i've wanted SO bad and never really thought i'd get

[hyenagirlpenis]

Whether or not it wants it, a few hours of sensory deprivation will make it eager to see me. Especially if I tell it, just before the cage clicks shut, that I'll be excited to use it later. When is later? How will I use it? The inky passage of time, crawling by without any demarcation, will leave it alone with these horrible, perverted thoughts. No matter when I come back or what I do to it, the conditioning will already be in motion, and the click of the cage opening will be a cue. Dread and anticipation prepare it to encode every moment of unwanted pleasure as both relief from the deprivation and confirmation of its own weakness. Pathetic and repulsive to itself, it'll crave every touch and know its own arousal is undeniably evident. In mere days, it'll shatter. Add a few months, and it'll never be able to recover from what I turn it into.

[saintshigaraki]

im just thinking…..big monstrous creature who doesn’t seem to quite understand what all your distressed yipping is about but you always seem to quiet down after they lick your cunt and you clench around their tongue one or two times (or four or five or six times). in fact afterward you hardly even have the energy to twitch your fingers let alone claw your way out of their loving embrace when they draw you into their lap.

[antleredgirl]

i hope im not just a dog to you. but one youre sexually attracted to, too

[ace-trainer-alice]

actually it's hot because it causes permanent psychological damage, you philistine.

[empire-of-transience]

Still think there needs to be more cnc content that features transmascs topping while also clearly not being the one in control of the situation

[empire-of-transience]

Cute pathetic tboy crying while lubing up his strap and telling me he's really nervous and inexperienced while I seductively brush my thumb over the remote for his shock collar and tell him to quit whining and fuck me into next week or else he's getting zapped until he passes out 🖤

[intramomnition]

you would never hurt mommy, noo! that's why you're going to hurt them for mommy. we can work those urges out of you in a very healthy way ♡

[pokeballvictim]

I think "dumbification" sounds weird and bad but the idea of being drugged in a way that removes your capacity to meaningfully consent (or revoke your consent) is really hot

[pokeballvictim]

You wake up. You're groggy, you can't remember what you did yesterday. You're not sure where you are, but you're not tied up or restrained, and stuff feels vaguely familiar, so it's probably fine. Your... girlfriend? Yeah, you were sleeping in the same bed, so she's probably your girlfriend. She holds a pill case and a glass of water out to you, and says "hey, don't forget your pills. It's thursday." You gulp them down without thinking.

Suddenly, you stop wondering about why nothing makes sense. You don't have to know. You don't really know what you'd do anyway. It's not important that you're wearing a collar. It's not important that you dont have any clothes, or that you can't remember your name. The girl next to you tells you to get down on your knees. You're almost surprised by how quickly you obey, but now that you think about it, why wouldn't you? You can't think of anything else to do, can you? She takes her pants off. You don't have any thoughts about that, though a part of you feels like you should. You listen to her obediently when she tells you to open your mouth, when she tells you to start sucking, even when it hurts your jaw. Something salty coats your tongue, and you move to spit it out before she stops you. "Swallow your breakfast," she says, and so you do. It's so much easier this way, you think. Easier than what? You don't remember.

[butchdemiurge]

sorry for thinking about molesting you every time I saw you do your happy wiggles. Actually that was dishonest let me try again. Im sorry that you found out I think about molesting you every time I see you do your happy wiggles