YES kinks: edging, denial, cnc/dubcon, public use/play, toys, monsterfucker, impossible sizes/stretching, sex toys, ghosts, bondage, intox, hypno, mild pet-play, mild humiliation, object insertion, somno, being a toy, aaaand more as I find them
MAYBE sometimes kinks: pain, degradation, dumbification, hard-humiliation, slave stuff
HARD NO kinks: pregnancy/impregnation, piss/scat/puke, misogyny, vore, age play
Down to chat/interact, not really down to play with anyone I don't already have a relationship with (unless invited)
I'll block you if you are a terf, racist, minor, pedo, sexist, or anyone who doesn't understand consent or SSC/RACK (the last ones are easy look them up). I don't care who interacts with my blog otherwise.
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Sometimes I think about possessed underwear. Imagine you get a new binder and pair of boxers and you're so excited about them, you heard that they make any body type super masculine looking, like magic. Some people talk about it being a little warm and tingly, but you never really retain heat anyway so you should be fine.
You try them on the next day and you look in the mirror. Your chest is perfectly flat, your hips look a little narrower and your packer is perfectly in place. That warm tingly feeling is there like people said, but easy to ignore. You're going to meet a friend at a nearby cafe, so you decide to take the bus there.
The walk there is uneventful, but when you sit down in the back of the bus that tingling gets worse. It feels like something is touching your tdick, just a ghost of it. At first you just shift your weight and it doesn't bother you. Then you feel something licking into your cunt, teasing each part of you as your face goes bright red. You cough to cover up a moan as the slick tongue sinks into you, deeper than any human tongue can go. It hits each spot that sends sparks up your spine as something starts teasing your nipples, sucking and tugging on them.
You can almost hear the slick noises of your cunt and the lips against the skin of your chest. You cross your legs and swallow down each moan, but you can feel eyes glancing over at you as you shift in your seat, silently begging for your stop to come faster. You feel the heat building as the tongue in your cunt is replaced with something bigger. It sinks into your dripping cunt mercilessly, making your eyes roll back. You can't help the sigh that escapes you.
Your stop comes just as you're about to cum by just cockwarming this thing, pulling you from your pleasure as you force yourself out of the bus. That's when it begins to move, as you try to walk away from the bus stop. You walk on wobbly legs towards the cafe, panting and whimpering the whole way. It still doesn't let you cum, stopping as you clench down tighter.
When you get there, you sit at a table waiting for your friend as your chest is fondled and you're fucked like a toy. You order a coffee and use it to cover up your whines and red face. It seems like eventually the undergarments have mercy on you just before your friend comes in. They are pressing every button, leaving you a dripping mess as you cum in your jeans. They don't stop, just turn down the intensity, keeping you shivering with pleasure. As you come down from the high, you make your decision. You are definitely keeping these.
CW: This is an NSFT concept/story with tentacles and non-consent themes. If you aren't into that, keep scrolling. If you are into that, sit back and enjoy
Imagine, you're hiking on your favorite trail. You've been in this part of the woods countless times and you know these trails like the back of your hand. You have your headphones on as you admire the familiar beauty of your surroundings. The sun is high in the clear blue sky, a gentle breeze is swaying the tree-tops around you, and a squirrel darts across the trail twenty feet ahead of you. You pause for a moment to take a picture of the squirrel when you notice the mouth to a side trail you've never seen before. You double check the time - just before 2pm - and, seeing that you have plenty of time before dark, you decide to check it out. It's beautiful, leading up an easy rocky path with a clear view of the lake nearby. You carry on, not noticing when you take a turn off the main path nor how the forest around you quickly gets thicker the further you go.
After a couple miles, the trail leads alongside a tall cliff face. The mountain is so tall that it blocks the sun, making the thick forest seem even darker. Dense bushes fill the area and occasional movement in them makes you take off your headphones to listen. You can't shake the feeling that you're somewhere you're not supposed to be and someone - or something - knows. You continue down the path, hoping it would loop back to the original trail, and try to shake the feeling that you're being watched. After a while of walking and finding no sign of trail markers, you check your phone again for the time and see that somehow, despite only having felt like only an hour has passed, your phone reads half past 5pm. You try to pull up your trail map but there's no service. In a slight panic, you decide to turn around and go back the way you came. Passing the cliff face again, you pause. Had that opening been there the first time?
Before you can take another step, a bush begins to rustle, moving in the same way you'd noticed earlier. This time, though, it doesn't stop. The rustling gets more aggressive and the bushes nearby start to shake violently as well. Just as you start to run, your trip over a root in the path and fall on your back. But when you look down, it's not a root at all but a thick, black, moving tentacle. Before you can react or stand back up, it slides over your ankle and twists around it. You try to kick it off and scoot away, but its hold is tight. It begins to pull you towards the opening in the cliff face, your screams for help almost seeming to be absorbed by the dense forest. Helplessly, you can only squirm as you're dragged into a small cave.
You can't see how far back it goes in the dark but you're able to hear strange, wet-sounding movement from further back in the cave. A second tentacle, identical to the first, emerges from the darkness and wraps around your left wrist, pulling it up into the air. A third joins, restraining your right wrist, and they use their grasp to pull you from your sitting position and into the air. You kick your legs and scream only for yet another tentacle to come from the dark and grab your free ankle, holding your limbs in place. You let out a whimper and stop fighting, deciding it best to try to remain calm and assess the situation. Blinking the tears of fear out of your eyes, you look around you.
Inside, it's nearly pitch black. Outside the cave, you can just barely see the sun setting between the trees. You couldn't have been gone for more than two hours, it was impossible for the sun to already be setting, yet you seem to be in the den of the impossible. Another tentacle, smaller and thinner than the first four, begins to slither up your legs and you turn your attention back inside the cave.
For the first time, you notice that the final shreds of sunlight are reflecting off the walls just enough to illuminate at least a dozen shapes floating in the darkness. Countless tentacles waved in the air around you, as if waiting for their turn. Your whole body tenses in fear and the tentacle on your leg pauses on your thigh. It coils itself around your thigh, joined by an identical one on the other thigh, and suddenly they pull your legs apart. At the same time, the tentacles holding your wrists pull them together, merging together to form one larger, stronger tendril. You begin to scream again, assessing the situation be damned, just for another shape to come from the darkness and force itself into your mouth and down your throat. Tears prick in your eyes as you feel the tentacle's shape morph and change, filling deep into your throat and allowing just enough space to take shallow breaths. Efforts to move your head away are only met with yet another tendril wrapping around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but firm enough to hold you completely still. All you can do is silently cry as tentacles of all sizes begin to move in from the darkness and seem to explore your body. Some glide along your inner thighs, some rub up and down your waist, one is sliding around your face and chin, and some are even exploring your tits over your tank top. After a few minutes of this, the fabric of your shirt seems to be frustrating the tentacles. It begins to pull at your shirt until it rips and exposes your black bra. The tentacles waste no time in using the same technique to rip that off as well, leaving your clothes hanging on just by the sleeves. You sob as the tentacles return to exploring your body even more intently now. For the first time, you can feel them on your bare skin. The tentacles are cold and slippery, the larger ones pulsing slightly, and they leave a thin layer of clear slime behind on whatever they touch.
The tentacles wrap around your tits, squeezing them curiously, before moving up to your nipples. You're disgusted by the rush of pleasure as they glide over your nipples almost teasingly, the cold wetness making them hard. The tentacles flick at your nipples a few times before their tips reform into what looks like suction cups. They wrap around your nipples and begin to suck on them in a pulsing rhythm. You can't help the gasping moan that escapes around the tentacle in your throat.
Despite the terror you're feeling from the situation, subconsciously your body is reacting to the oddly pleasurable touches of the tentacles. The touches are rushing to your pussy and, as much as you hate to admit it, the fear only adds to the thrill.
You can feel your pussy starting to soak through your leggings as the tendrils continue to suck and tease your nipples and, unfortunately, the tentacle caressing your thigh seems to notice as well. It moves up your thigh and carefully prods at your slit through your clothes. Suddenly, all movement in the cave stops. Your nipples ache from the sudden lack of touch and you're afraid to move in the still silence. After a moment, the tentacle glides across your slit again, not touching your clit, and the suckers on your tits suddenly pulse again, sending a shock of pleasure through you. The tentacle between your legs immediately begins to grab at the fabric of your leggings and pull, successfully tearing them off and down to your ankles and doing the same to your panties.
Another tentacle joins the one between your legs, forming its own sucker on the end, and it begins to hungrily suck up the juices now dripping down your thigh. Now completely exposed and helpless to move, the reality of your situation finally starts to set in. You were the plaything for some terrifying tentacle beast and nobody was going to find you. The first tentacle that was between your legs starts to slide up your slit and, when it gently glides over your clit, you can't help but moan and buck your hips. Mentally, you're terrified and cursing your body for reacting like this. You seem to be giving this thing exactly the reactions it wants and there's nothing you can do to stop this subconscious response to its touch. You try to distract yourself by looking at the sunset only to see the moon high in the sky.
The tentacles definitely notice your reaction to the touch to your clit and it curiously tries the motion again, and again, and again. Your hips are grinding against the tentacle as its cold, smooth surface slowly moves back and forth on your clit. The tip of the tentacle flicks back and forth on your clit a few times as a third tentacle comes between your legs and continues exploration of your slit and begins to tease your hole. Your eyes grow wide as the realization sets in. Getting aroused by the touches of this monster are one thing, but getting fucked by it was where you drew the mental line. Despite your opposition and your attempts to squirm, scream, close your legs, anything, you're still at the tentacle's mercy.
You can feel it as it slides into you effortlessly. It pushes into you effortlessly and begins to explore inside you. As this is happening, the tentacle on your clit changes shape into a sucker and gives a curious suck at your clit, sending another involuntary moan out of your mouth. The tentacle in your mouth moves slightly, causing you to gag a bit. It curiously tries this motion again, moving out slightly before thrusting back in, and repeating this movement, making you gag and drool around the tentacle.
The tentacle inside you continues to explore inside of you and as it arches up, it hits your G-spot and sends a wave of pleasure through your body. The tentacle curls up again and begins to rhythmically stroke that bundle of nerves. You can feel the tentacle behind to change its shape inside you, thickening to fill you up. The tentacle begins to thrust in and out of your pussy, always curling up as it does. Between this, the sensations on your nipples, the tentacle fucking your throat, and the sucker on your clit, you can feel your first orgasm building. You're cursing yourself mentally, trying to hold it back, refusing to cum for a monster, but the pleasure is too much to take. You squeeze your eyes shut in shame as you feel yourself orgasm.
Your juices are rushing down your legs and the tentacle sucking up your juices laps it up hungrily. As you come down from orgasm, you slowly start to realize that this thing was doing all of this very intentionally as it seems to be feeding off your juices. You don't have much time to ponder on this thought, though, as the pace of all the tentacles picks up, quickly bringing you close to a second orgasm.
You're moaning uncontrollably around the tentacle fucking your throat by the time your fourth orgasm hits you. Your brain is hardly forming cohesive thoughts at this point as pleasure overwhelms your body over and over again. You don't even notice when a new tentacle begins to prod at your asshole. You only notice when it starts to push in and, in your first moment of clarity for a while, you try to squirm in protest. You've never even experimented with anal on your own and you've certainly never been fucked in the ass before. The tentacle doesn't seem to care, though, as it pushes into your hole. It feels weird and painful as it continues to push into you and you're mostly distracted from your pleasure as it begins to thrust slowly in and out of you. After a few minutes, just as you're getting used to the feeling, the tentacle curls up in just the right way to send pleasure shooting through you in a way that you'd never felt before. It begins thrusting in and out faster now, curling up to bring you pleasure with each thrust and joining the rhythm of the rest of the tentacles. Your fifth orgasm hits like you've never felt before. You let your brain go empty as you enjoy the pleasure of cumming over and over again from having all your holes filled.
You slowly blink your eyes open in the dappling sunlight. The first thing you notice is how your whole body aches. Your wrists feel raw and your mouth is dry. As your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look around you to find yourself laying on the ground. You recognize the woods around you as being close to your favorite trail. You look down at yourself and find your clothes torn and your wrists red as if they'd been tied. The memories of the day before come flooding back to you - the hike, the side trail you took, the tentacles, the orgasms, all of it. You pick yourself up, managing to wrap your clothes around you enough to cover up, and make your way towards the trail. When you reach it, you recognize the spot to be where you'd gone on the side trail but when you looked for it, there was only the main trail. Where the mouth to the trail you'd taken yesterday had been, there was just a cluster of thick bushes.
a massive dragon lazily jerking the princess of the castle they just conquered up and down on their cock and using her fucked out pussy to massage their knot and they're in the hoarde getting dragon cum all over the gold and gems
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spectrophillia might be one of my weirder? but fun kinks
the idea that i could have a ghost following me around anywhere and everywhere for me to just be a hole for it to use?
Wonderful
like imagine being at work and all the sudden you feel something prodding at your hole under your clothes? 🤤
or being in the grocery store, trying to reach for something and all the sudden having a fat invisible cock slamming into you and you have to brace the shelves for dear life
in public is always gonna be hot, being a secret Fleshlight for something i cant see or have any control over
but also say like in my hotel room, i have a full length mirror, imagine getting out of the shower and while im drying off in front of the mirror all the sudden i feel something pressing at my cunt
and when i look back i can see my hole gaping around nothing???🤤🤤GODs i need that
i would love to be pressed up against the sink and have my head forced forward so i have to look at myself getting fucked from the double reflection
i just want to be absolutely pounded and stuffed full when i cant do anything about it but take it
lucky for you, you're a quick learner. you have come to understand the quirks of behavior, the rules, that come with cohabitating with your tentacled guest.
rule 1: always slake its thirst.
it drinks your juices up greedily, milking you for more whenever one orgasm isnt enough. there's no fighting it, when it's got direct access to your clit and your holes, and about as many tentacles as there are stars in the sky. no matter where you are or what you're doing, when it's thirsty, you WILL be cumming hard. so you've learned pretty quickly how to put together a pretty solid poker face, even as it pounds a twisted braid of tentacles inside you and makes the most perverted squishing noises come out of your pussy. you're still working on not doubling over, but it's enough when you're just videoconferencing with your team. at least they cant see how your knees are shuddering closed around the frantically pumping bulge in your panties.
rule 2: when it goes dormant, do not disturb it with quick movements or loud noises.
your guest is something of a light sleeper, and extremely petty. if you wake it, either by jostling it too much or by exposing it to sudden noises, you're fucked for the next few hours. it will pinch and twist at your clit and ram mercilessly inside you, almost like a downstairs neighbor with a broom, against your cervix until it's satisfied that you get the hint. you've learned to wear noise cancelling bluetooth headphones any time you're expecting a call, just so the ringing doesn't disturb your guest. you made the mistake once of letting your manager's call go unanswered and it held you hostage, whimpering piteously against the cruel pinching on your clit and the harsh, unexpected railing, for the better part of the afternoon. you told your manager you'd been puking into the toilet, as an excuse for why you answered the call with mascara running down your reddened cheeks. you're not sure she bought it.
rule 3: don't even think about removing it.
as far as it's concerned, your hole belongs to it, and your top priority is to keep it near your hole. you're not even sure how it understands this, but if it even gets the slightest hint that you want it out of your pants, it will caress and gently suck and stroke your clit with dozens of tiny suckers until you're teetering on the brink of an excellent orgasm. and then it will keep you on that edge for as long as it deems necessary to convince you that you need it attached to your hole. it'll tease you by slipping one or two skinny tentacles in your hole and twisting and knotting them inside you-- noticeable enough to bring a moan to your lips, but not substantial enough to stimulate a full orgasm. or by gently strumming against your clit with a hundred tiny nubs, simulating the firmness and wetness of a very insistent tongue. it will hold you on the edge, keep you wet and dazed, for days or weeks. whatever it takes for it to break you of the thought that you don't need it in you constantly, forever. you've made that mistake twice. the first time, it let you cum after three tortured days. the second time, it kept you right on the edge for three agonizing months. both times, when you were allowed to cum, the orgasm was so hard and powerful you passed out. when you came to, you felt sore and used and unaware of how much time had passed. of how many times it had used your unconscious body for its own pleasure.
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I'm a mimic enjoyer through and through, here to spread the word.
That said.
Rejoice, adventurers, for it is mimic mating season !
Mimics whether they reproduce asexually or sexually often need living lures during mating season, and what a luck to become a lure !
Mimics often keep a prey alive as a way to lure in more preys, as they need more nutrients as to produce a progeny. It is not uncommon for mating mimics to simply swallow an adventurer only to keep them alive as a lure once their clothes and equipments are dissolved.
Most living lures are often fastened to one of the mimic's tongue or sexual apendage, acting like an angler's fish light as to draw in more prey. The lucky adventurer who is kept as a lure gets to be throughoutly spread and used by the mimic, mostly as a way to draw in horny adventurers or helping hands with their moans. But most of the time the lure is far too drunk with sex to even process it's function. Anonymous Adventurers who survived as a mimic's lure describe the experience as "pure bliss", saying they enjoyed being "fucked ass to mouth like a cocksleeve" or "having their cervix spread like a glove around a giant's hand" during the entire maying season.
Living lures are also used by mating mimics to attract partners if they reproduce sexually, as their pheromones mixed with the mimic's are a potent aphrodisiac for potential partners. But since the lure is usually tightly fastened to the mimic's reproductive organ through one of their holes it is not uncommon for observers to find multiple mimics mating through the body of a living lure or mating through their respective lures.
It is also a commom occurence, wether the mimic reproduces sexually or asexually, for the mimic to stuff it's egg, or eggs, inside of it's lure before letting it go, as a way to spread the specie and it's genes. Although mimic birth from humanoid subjects are relatively undocumented because of the dangerous nature of a mimic offspring. It is unknown if the mimic child eats it's human host or simply keeps it as a living lure as well. Fortunately mimic eggs can be disposed of before they reach maturity.
When multiple mimics mate through one lure, it is not uncommon for said lure to be kept as a seedbed by the now bonded pack of mimics. Which is why seasoned adventurers recommend to not fight sexually reproducing mimics during their mating season.
Futhermore, while most mimic that reproduce asexually often let go of their lures once the mating season is done, the mimics that sexually reproduce have an habit of keeping their lures for the entirety of their life cycle, during which they stay fastened to the mimic and usually keep being used as a distraction or lure by the mimic, even after the end of mating season. This behavior has been compared to the way giant spiders can sometimes keep "pets" bound in their web, "pets" through which they reproduce as well or use as a way to raise their youngs.
For the unlucky ones, the mimic can eat them as a way to regain energy after mating, but one anonymous reanimated adventurer still says it is still "worth it." Immortality amulets or reanimation statues (multiple uses not single, mimics are playfull like cats when it comes to food) are recommended.
There also has been rumors of mimics who bonded with their lures, a phenomenon referred to as "mimic brides" but not enough proofs are available as of now. The fate of the brides is thought to be similar to the one of the seedbed although with a singular mimic, whether it be asexually or sexually reproducing one.
This mimic mating season, if you want to keep out of trouble, avoid moaning objects and moaning adventurers in the dungeon !
i cannot stop fantazising about someone owning a fleshlight that is magically connected to my pussy. so everytime they thrust into it, they thrust into me
i could be in public, maybe sitting on a train on my way to work, or maybe standing in line at the grocery store, when they decide to use the fleshlight, thrust into it - and thrust into me
i'd suddenly be filled and fucked. they wouldn't care about me, wouldn't care about fucking my cunt open in the middle of my day
i'd be so confused and embarassed and have to try my best not to let anyone know what's happening underneath my clothes. i couldn't let them know that i was starting to soak through my panties from being brutally fucked in public
and i'd have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning as i cum on their cock exactly in the moment they shoot their cum deep inside my fertile womb
i'd be getting bred among unknowing people. literally being used as a fucktoy
yes i love big old monsters but i’ll still let tiny ones breed me too! i don’t discriminate !!!
imagining this tentacled alien who is the perfect size to fit exactly on your cunt and just attach itself to you like a facehugger… it can fill you up entirely easily with its tentacles once it’s attached, squirming around and secreting a fluid that makes you nice and pliant… watching the tentacles squirm around through your tummy is probably pretty nice too, hm?
once you’re prepared it starts pumping it’s tentacles within you, making you just writhe with pleasure as it fills you up entirely, it feeding on the cum you keep on providing it after orgasm and orgasm as you already feel so overstimulated… by then you’re loose enough for the tentacles of the alien to squirm into your womb, and even though it’s supposed to hurt you’re just in absolute bliss, legs squeezing the alien’s outside body a bit, just needing something to hold onto here, it’s so intense… all you can think about right now is getting bred now properly by the creature, you’re practically drooling thinking about what’s about to come…
when it delivers its first load of hot seed to your womb directly you feel just wave of pleasure after pleasure, clenching down on all the tentacles as you watch the tentacle outlines disappear as your tummy swells a bit… and then it’s thrusting into you again, delivering more and more cum to your fertile womb… it should be dripping down some of its seed by now, but due to its attachment nothing can escape, you’re just going to keep on getting filled and filled by this alien until it decides it’s done, and you’re encouraging it to, it feels so nice to be just be at complete mercy of this small little alien…
Wanna be trapped on a pole, feeling it push deeper and deeper, impossibly deep inside me. Wiggling and squirming, unable to get free, as you laugh and take pictures. Strangers walking past, stopping to admire how the pole is stretching out my cunt, before moving on with their day.
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Really into object insertion today. Imagining someone finding progressively bigger and bigger objects to stick inside their partner. Imagining them doing so with clinical efficiency, entirely fixated on how much can you take and how big can you go. Saying Just a little more, don’t move now. Shushing their partner when they whimper or try to move or squirm away from the huge wine bottle entering them. Or the sanded-smooth chair leg. Or the baseball bat. The sick fascination on their face as they watch it sink in, in, in into that once-tight hole. Leaving it stuck inside, groaning and starting to get themselves off right then and there at the sight of it, at the little noises and gasps their partner is making at being so utterly, utterly filled. So deep they can see the bulge in their stomach, can press one hand against it from the outside and revel in the aborted jerk it earns them. And then doing it again the next night, except with something even bigger. You know what I mean?
