#int0x kink

[fallen-haze]

I've had a tough few days, you should get me super high and let me use you to relieve my stress

[dumbcinnabun]

Ha. Stuffed and putting yourself on display absolutely begging for a cock to break you. You're truly a pathetic bitch with the only purpose of being turned into nothing more than a filthy cum dump for anyone to abuse and use to get off with

hh yeahhh ur right i ammm

[vampgirlll]

i love super needy boys who will start humping my thigh because they’re so desperate for my touch. like aww, use your words darling and maybe i’ll give you some attention. <3

[cookiecrumble67]

I am also back on my 'get me drunk and fuck me' shit, thinking about a pretty boy tilting my head back gently and smiling at me, pouring fruity flavoured spirits in my mouth when I smile stupidly back at him! the alcohol making me touchy and giggly and sensitive to touch so you can get me all worked up, taking things into my own hands eventually cus I get to impatient and dumb that I forgot I'm your mutt, you can either let me have my fun or make sure I remember that you're my superior, either is fine! just drunk silly touchy whiny puppy who's a little lost and confused but obsessed with you anyways <3

[t0ypupevergreen]

I got a little too high, and I can’t help but think about how easy it would be for someone to take advantage of me. My pussy is always so wet and muscles so loose. You could move and position me however you wanted and use me like I’m just a toy. And really that’s all I am. I’m just a toy for you to play with however you want. I was made for your pleasure. Use me. Hit me. Loan me out to your friends.

[d4ddysbunny]

“one more hit won’t hurt you baby”

nd you keep saying that till the room is spinning n all i can focus on is my throbbing cunt <3

[sillyfakeboy]

why is the idea of being drugged by my partner SO HOT? like please give me a shit ton of edibles without telling me, see how long it takes me to realize my Dr. Pepper tastes a little bit too bitter, just PLEASE-

[spookybun]

thinking of my owner taking me to the vet. the doctor comments on how cute i am and when i blush my owner laughs, rubbing my ears. they let me stay in my owner's lap at first, i'm too shy to get on the table. i can't help squirming when the vet's gloved hands cup my jaw and throat while chatting idly with my owner. i'm so jumpy the vet offers to give me some medicine to relax, my owner tells me to be a good bunny and take the treat, rubbing my nose after successfully swallowing it down. as the appointment goes on i do get more relaxed, my head is a little fuzzy and my breasts ache.

"think you can hop up on the table for me, little bunny?" it doesn't look so scary anymore. they get me on the table where the vet has me lie down first. the feeling of their hands on my skin makes my pulse race, my head swimming from the medicine. each pass over my breasts makes my clit throb, when they spread my legs, they're covered in my arousal. my owner mentions about additional pet services, but i can't follow the conversation as i watch the vet examine my bunny cunt, ignoring my needy clit.

they keep talking, moving me to present on my knees, arms tucked beneath me so my tail is high in the air and my weeping bunny cunt is on full display. when the first finger sinks in, i moan and whine, grinding back only for a firm grip to hold me still. a second finger, a third. i'm panting, wetness running down my thighs as they still ignore my clit, it's not enough. i'm stretched and inspected, my holes worked at a slow methodical pace until i'm a drooling fuzzy mess.

my owner comes around to rub my nose, telling me how good i'm being. "you're almost ready for breeding, bunny. i'll seen you after you're done with the program, okay?" i can only whine, the medicine getting stronger. they never mentioned breeding, this was supposed to just be a checkup. i watch my owner wave as they leave, the vet gives me another two doses of medicine before wheeling me back to the pens.

"here we go, little one." the vet brings me to a room full of hungry eyes, all of them pacing around in cells. the other pets here look even more worked up than i feel, the smell of their collective need making me whine and rub my clit needily. they put me down on a soft pillow in the middle of the room, giving me another nose rub before stepping out. i hear the click of the door locking before a buzz and all the cages open.

maybe now i'll find someone to give my clit that attention it needs...

[sluttywhor3]

thinking about being in a glory hole but theres holes on all of my holes so people could use me on both ends 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

or make me taste myself and their cum on their cock

[deerboybreeder]

LONG fucking fantasy below the cut whoops. Tw for rape, drugging and stalking ♥️

I move to a small town in the middle of nowhere to completely restart my life. The community is small and tight knit, but thankfully extremely accepting, so me being trans is a non issue! Or at least, people have the decency to not say anything about it to my face. I feel welcomed in this town, though I spend a lot of my time improving the patch of land I moved onto and less talking to residents, even though I've met nearly everyone.

I start getting letters in the mail, complimenting me in sweet, flowery language. It makes me feel special, but there's no return address, so I can't write back. But over time, the letters get more possessive. Once, the letter describes my body fairly graphically, in all the most complimenting ways, but it's clear they saw me working shirtless in my garden, tits free to the wind. My land is huge and fenced in, someone would have to have jumped my fence and gotten very close without my noticing to see me doing that.

I start spending a little less time at home and more time in town, hoping to make some connections to keep my mind off my "secret admirer", who started recently describing how beautiful and motherly of a man I would make swollen with his baby. I don't tell anyone about it, embarrassed by the content, and the fact that despite the obvious escalation, it makes me wet to think about all this attention. I'm not beloved by the town, but I make a few good friends.

One day, a year to the day I moved into town, a package shows up at my door. Its from my secret admirer, a very small bottle of wine with a letter attached. Praising all my accomplishments this year, in detail, in order. Singing my praises and wishing for even more in the upcoming year. Against my better judgement, I accept, and take the wine inside.

I generally am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol- I learned that recently, out with friends at the local bar. One had bought me a drink and I needed help home afterwards, and the friend that bought me the round felt so badly about my state he walked me home himself. But I had nothing else to do that day, so I poured myself a glass anyway.

I don't drink often, so I didn't recognize right away that something was wrong. Didn't notice that I was fading in and out of consciousness on the couch until one moment I was watching a documentary on wilderness survival, and the next it was about space travel. My body was heavy, I could barely move, so the couch would have to do that night.

I almost chalked it up to overindulgence when my front door opened.

It was a small town- I had no reason to lock my door. Even my secret admirer hadn't made mention of wanting to break in, just lamented that they couldn't work up the courage to approach me first. But apparently, this was how they chose to do it.

I yelled, a slurred and disoriented thing. Time was runny, and I didn't even have time to process running before they were on me. A mask, sunglasses and a ball cap obscured my attackers face, hair seeming meticulously tucked into the cap to further obscure their identity.

I tried to struggle, but I'm small and they're much bigger- not to mention the wine that I realize must've been drugged. They shush me, clearly altering their voice so I wouldn't know who they are- small town, after all.

They pull up my shirt, tangling me in it and covering my face so I can't see them. Everything is running together, and at some point they've taken my pants off too, Im lying naked before them. Everything narrows down to sensations that run together. A mouth sucking on my nipple, my attackers hands running reverently down my body. They're murmuring words I can't understand because my head is swimming from the spiked drink. Their fingers find my wet and waiting slit, and they thumb over my tdick, and despite myself I make a strangled noise.

Then, I am aware of their cock at my entrance, and I get another burst of fighting, but it's useless. They shush me, kissing the side of my face through the fabric of the shirt around my face, and promise to be gentle as they push themself into my dripping cunt. They moan openly into my ear, muffled by the shirt, and start playing with my tits while they rape me.

Everything is blurry, I keep slipping in and out of consciousness, only to wake up and find that they're still fucking me. They whisper praises, saying they wish they'd done this a year ago when I first moved in, how much of a tease I was working in my garden shirtless or changing in front of the window. How we were going to be so happy together, how excited they were to realize I had a womb they could fill. How they'd start with one, but they knew I would look heavenly round and heavy with their baby for the rest of my life.

I don't know how much time passed, them using my pliant body like a cocksleeve. They were mostly true about being gentle, aside from the bruising on my hips where they held me down. They came against my waiting cervix at least once, but it all ran together for me. After cumming inside me, they gently rubbed my stomach over my womb, scratching the trail of dark hair that sprouted over the year taking testosterone.

I wanted to cry, but they stayed inside me growing soft for a while, gently fondling me or kissing my body. Eventually, I blacked out entirely.

The next morning I couldn't pretend it was a dream- I was left tangled up in my clothes, though a blanket from my room was draped over me and my TV turned off. My cunt was sore and I had the world's worst hangover. I stumbled to the shower and tried not to throw up.

I didn't want to be alone, so after my chickens were fed I went down to the friends house who helped me home that night. He had been so kind, and we'd started getting close. He had even dismissed a mutual friend making a joke about taking advantage of me the night he helped me home- he'd just helped me to my bed and left. I could trust him.

He knew something was off the moment he saw me, and ushered me inside. He got me water from his fridge, and sat down with me to let me talk.

I told him everything. First about the rape that night, then elaborating to the stalker in tears. He looked horrified, and let me sob in his arms. He was so kind to me, so good to me. I told him I didn't want to be alone. He offered to move in with me for a little while, to make sure nothing else happened. I agreed immediately, and he started packing up his things right that second.

His time spent moved in was nice. I got up early for my chickens and garden, but somehow he was always up earlier, making me coffee and breakfast. Some days he even watered my plants for me, just to be kind. He was sweet, always there to support me. He slept on the couch with no complaints, and even held me close when a noise outside had me convinced the stalker was going to break down the now locked door and rape me again.

The admirers notes slowed. They first were promises of coming back again, to see my "beautiful fertile body" up close again. Then threats when my friend moved in. Then nothing. I thought the nightmare was over.

I had chalked up the throwing up to a traumatic response and the drugs working their way out of my system. When it continued I didn't think much of it. Attributed the weight gain to my friend fussing over me and making sure I ate well. But the slightly round look of my stomach unsettled me, so I bit the bullet and took a pregnancy test.

Positive.

I was in hysterics when I saw the lines, and my friend ran into the room asking if I was hurt. I just shook my head and showed him the test, and he took me into his arms. We both know by this point it was too late to abort in the state this town was in, and travel costs put it out of the question if I could go out of state to have it done.

My friend assured me that it would be alright. That he'd help me through this. That he'd even help me raise the baby if I didn't want to be a single father.

Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, maybe it was the kindness he'd shown me this past month or two. Maybe it was the way he looked up at me, having knelt down in front of me to make his promise of support. But I kissed him. I had fallen in love with this man, who'd taken care of me in my time of greatest need. And with the way he kissed me back, he'd fallen for me too.

It was like a switch was flipped, like he had been holding back this entire time. I invited him into my bed, and every night his hands were on me. I loved the way he felt, so happy to have someone else touch me after what happened. Every touch was adoring and reverent, he made me feel like a prince. Id beg him to cum deep inside me and breed me, and he'd get a look in his eyes when he pounded my cunt. It helped me pretend it was his baby growing inside me, especially when he'd put his hand on my growing stomach protectively.

Our relationship moved quickly. We were dating for only three months when he proposed to me, but it felt like three years. Gladly I accepted, and it took only two months to set up the wedding. He handled everything, insistent I just relax because he didn't want to stress out the baby. I was heavily pregnant at our wedding, and I heard a few murmurs about it being a shotgun wedding. I let them gossip- I hadn't told anyone about my attack, and I didn't care if they thought we were just getting married because I got knocked up. My husband and I knew the truth.

Those final few months were hard, but my wonderful husband took such good care of me. Doted on me hand and foot, took care of the chickens entirely, and with winter setting in soon I didn't need to tend the garden at all. This loving wonderful man cared for me through every stage of this unwanted pregnancy and turned it into the start of a beautiful life. It was like a scene out of a romance novel.

My labor was hard, but he was there through it all. Fussing over me and ensuring I got the best care. It hurts beyond words, the baby huge and heavy, but I managed. A sweet baby girl.

He was overjoyed. The next two months spent in a sleepy newborn haze, of course. But he was always there, at my side. He cooked dinner, kept the house tidy, watched the baby as I tended the chickens, our main income aside from a few residuals from some old novel he wrote years ago. He didn't even ask for sex, knowing I was healing, even if I wanted to regardless of doctors orders. But we waited.

The anniversary of the attack came and went, and he held me through my sobs. Reminded me that even if the experience was horrible, we had our beautiful daughter, and our beautiful relationship, because of it. And he was right. I was able to leave it behind.

As time wore on, he continued to be an amazing husband. Attentive in daily life, wonderful to our child, and absolutely fantastic in bed.

Nights spent after the baby was sleeping entwined in each other. His cock buried to the hilt in my needy cunt, his mouth on my heavy milky tits. Some nights, id let him take Polaroid photos of me impaled on his cock, or sucking him off, or stroking my tdick as his cum leaked out of me. I never saw where he kept them, but the idea that my body was so important to him he kept photos around made me feel good and loved. I never needed to ask with him, he somehow always knew what I needed, and I was often marked with hickies along my body from him. He said he was claiming every part of me.

A few months into summer, I felt off again. This time I didn't wait, and took a pregnancy test right away. Positive again. We weren't trying explicitly, but we weren't preventing it either, especially not with how I begged him to breed me every night. I told him, and he was overjoyed. I felt like I was in a fairy tale.

We decided to turn his old stuff into a playroom, since the nursery itself was small. I set to work on it in the mornings, while he was making breakfast. It was a lot to take down and move, so it took a while. While emptying his desk to have him move it to storage, I found a little cardboard box. Curious, I opened it up.

At first I thought it was the dirty photos he had taken of me. The idea of him alone in his study, fucking his hand to these photos when working late on a new story made me shiver. But then, under those photos were more. Candid shots of me out with friends, even before the baby. I hadn't gotten out much after the baby came, not like I went much of anywhere after the attack. These photos were old.

Then, the ones from my home. In through the windows while I was changing. My shirtless working in my garden. Me reaching for a gift wrapped bottle of wine.

With shaking hands, I set the box down. My husband, unbeknownst to me, had come up behind me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, in a way hours ago I would find protective but now felt like a vice grip.

"What's the matter, love?" He asked, as he placed a hand over my womb, once again full of his child. "I told you we were meant to be. That you would look beautiful heavy with my baby for the rest of your life. I know you think so too. Why else would you beg me to breed that fertile, beautiful body of yours again? Just as I said before. If it weren't for that night, we wouldn't have our daughter, or our marriage. I just wish I'd done it sooner."

[vampgirlll]

all i wanna do is get a pretty boy all high and dumb for me so i can turn them into my little mindless slut. you don’t have to think or make any hard decisions baby, i’ll make them for you. just be a good boy for me and i’ll make you feel good<3

[t0ypupevergreen]

Photo from last night. I was so relaxed and loopy. It would’ve been so easy for someone to climb through my open window and take advantage of me.

[sillyfakeboy]

on the topic of being high and fantasies-

i desperately need someone to gaslight me into getting absolutely high out of my mind, to the point where I can't move or think

convince me that im not that high, that someone whos high wouldn't be able to hold the vape, right? so i must need to take more hits

"You took 3 hits? Such a good girl! But if you can still count, you must not be high! So I think you should take a few more, okay?"

[bbybuggywug]

You guys always know how to spoil me in the most perfect of ways 💕

(pretty set and rope bought by a sub off my wishlist 🥰🎁)

[horny-moth]

thinking about someone training me to take whatever they put in their hand. edibles, pills, shots, etc. i dont even want to know how fucked up ill be. maybe one day itll be a vitamin, the next day an edible. afterwards theyd fuck me the same.

[vampgirlll]

i wanna ruin someones innocence so badly and make them completely addicted to me, they’d look so cute all needy n desperate for my touch. 😓