okay but are you going to be understanding if your dom is a little nervous and not as suave as you'd expect their first few times when domming you? are you going to make them feel comfortable enough to slip into the role without making them feel stupid about it? are you going to accept that real sex is not always as rigid as it would seem in text posts or your fantasies and that it is okay if there are some unserious moments in between the intensity? do you understand that we are all just people having fun and we need to be gentle with each other when showing this vulnerability?
Okay your punishment is that you have to tell me exactly what is you desire. No keysmashes, whines, or hiding your face. Your punishment is to tell your dom in clear and explicit detail what you want from them
Nonlesbians saying that the definition of lesbian is women loving women or nonmen loving nonmen will never not piss me off because lesbianism is NOT defined by what it excludes. Its not defined in three words. Its not a bite sized concept. Its a culture, a lifestyle, a fucking religion for some of us. Its not just girls kissing and I'm so sorry to burst your bubble
your cowboy situationship that you tried to ignore turns into a rough, dirty quickie in the horse stables while your daddy & some of his other employees are outside.
warnings: nsfw - masc!cowboy x fem!reader, semi-public sex (stall inside a horse stable), forced to keep quiet, belt used as bondage, nipple stim, clit stim, fingering, rough sex, almost getting caught/high risk of getting caught, daddy issues, unprotected sex, holding cum in & fucking cum back into the reader, forced orgasms, slight overstim, multiple orgasms, light bullying/mean teasing, light choking, and a single spank
a/n: idk i'm having cowboy thoughts right now
âShhhhhh.â
Itâs a soft brush against the side of your head. Fingers running along the side of your arm. A hand that smells like the sun and the hay that was clinging to the work glove he had shoved in the front of his jeans covered your mouth. The rough callouses underneath were scratchy against your cheeks and jaw, but you had no complaints. Your next breath was a sharp exhale against where his thumb was tucked up underneath your nose.
The bits of sunlight creeping through the wall of the stables was a spread of warmth over your chest. Where the top of your yellow sundress had been pulled down so you could feel the picnic blanket laid out underneath you. It was red and white plaid and itchy, but it was better than the hay underneath.Â
Outside, horses neighed. They were back early. You were supposed to have at least another hour, but your daddy brought them back in because of an apparent storm on the horizon. You could feel the humidity in the air clinging to you with sweat beading up on your brow and slithering down your back, but that wasnât just from the storm.Â
You wouldâve told him to stop, the risk of getting caught was too great. But he was already pressing his cock into you when the ground started shaking with the approaching horses. Those fingers skimming down your arm moved and rolled a nipple between them. Pinching it until there was a stinging pain that had you gasping behind his hand and seeing stars. Squeezing your thighs together where your dress was bunched up and his cock nudged all the way into you.Â
You aimed to strangle out his name against his palm, but he just pulled out and rutted back in slowly.Â
âStallâs unused. Stay quiet and nobodyâll find us, sweetheart.â He rutted in again, a little harder. The thump of his belt against your thigh shot nerves down your back. Right where his blue jeans were locked up behind your legs, rubbing against the backs of your thighs. âThen, all youâll do is walk outta here and keep my cum from dribbling down your thighs for daddy to see, âkay?â
He rolled you over onto your stomach, nudging your knees apart with his. He gave you most of his weight, pressing some of the air out of you. Your next breath came with his thrust back into you, hitting so deep your eyes fluttered shut. Conversation was a pointed, unignorable hum through the wall. Right on the other side of it.Â
âJust stay nice and quiet, sweetheart,â he hummed again, and there was the soft clinking of his belt. The lift of his stomach. The warm press of leather against your wrists as he freed your mouth to gather them.
âIâm gonna killââ
You didnât get to finish your words. He locked your wrists behind your back in his thick belt and wasted no time ramming into your cunt. The sounds wet and loud when you were up against the wall like that. This hadnât been planned; youâd just wound up in the stables with him half an hour ago when youâd been trying to avoid each other after the last midnight kiss ended with your determination to focus on work, not screwing one of your daddyâs employees. You were leaving in a few weeks anyway, and it wasnât worth the trouble of getting everyone in trouble.
Then, you found each other in the empty stables.
You both seemed pretty interested in getting out of there before another argument ensued, but when the sparks shot up and heated words started getting exchangedâŠ. Next thing you knew, you were knocking his hat back so you could kiss him without it falling off. He was grabbing a folded blanket off a stack heâd done up himself. And you were slamming the empty stall door shut while his fingers slid under your dress.
âWant me to stop?â he breathed just loud enough to be considered a whisper.Â
His hips snapped forward, forcing you to press your forehead to the blanket and bite down on it. The scratchy material rubbed up against your nipples with every thrust. Up against your clit heâd been teasing and teasing and teasing without letting you fall over the edge. Right there, overly sensitive, and now pressed against the awful materialâŠ.
You mewled, muffled.Â
Damn well wasnât a no, and the grip he gave the back of your neck to pin you down said as much. He fucked you harder; the ground shook as the horses got closer. Rougher, he made your whole body jolt, his hat next to you on the ground and giving you some feigned sense of extra secrecy. A wall not really there blocking your sin from the rest of the stables.Â
âFuuuck,â he grunted, his grip tightening on the back of your neck. âFuck, sweetheart. Youâre going to kill me.â
You were? The movement got closer. The hum of conversation moved away from the wall, and nerves were a bead of sweat going down to the blanket bunching under your parted knees. His balls slapped against you, his cock drilled into you. Tears pricked at your eyes while they fluttered and fluttered and fluttered just like your cunt was around him. Close. You were so fucking close. Every curse shouldâve been flying out of your mouth at him, but you could hardly breathe as that edge came up upon you just like that. Clit so sensitive, the blanket was starting to act like torture. Just barely not enough yet so rough it was cruel. Your nipples ached and your hips pushed back to meet him, earning a grunt that definitely came with a grin.
âFuck, sweetheart,â he cooed. His thrusts stuttered. His weight came down on you harder, the thick ropes of muscles heâd earned through years of hard work started to tense along the back of you. âThatâs it, take it. Good girl. F-Fuck.â
So fucking close. You almost screamed. Right there. He rammed into you just right. Right against the spot that brought a few more tears down your cheeks, butâ
His movements lurched. The creak of the stable doors opening rocketed through the building. His hips slammed against your bottom, his cock bottoming out, and you clamped your mouth shut while his groan was a faint, body-shaking sound. He came. With tiny, near-silent thrusts. He spilled inside of you as the horses were brought in and a handful of footsteps guided them in.
The thump of your heartbeat was in your ears. You went completely still while the echo of conversation bounced around the stables. The running water in your ears shielded away the actual words, but it was apparent they were getting closer. The stall walls were high. Nobody could see in to where you two were tucked away in the corner of the unused stall. But they were close. Really fucking close.
And he had the audacity to roll. Both of you. His cock still nestled inside of you as you looked up at the ceiling, your knees spread around his, dress up around your waist and down, baring your tits. He covered your mouth with his hand again before you could even gasp out a breath, and he slid his other hand down.
You writhed atop of himâthis was too much. Too risky. For fuckâs sake, if they caught you, it wasnât just some employees, it wasâ
His fingers brushed lazy, light circles over your clit.
His laugh was something small and near-silent next to your ear.
âQuietly, now,â he murmured.
He nipped at your ear. Then, like he knew you liked it, gave your clit the exact attention it needed. That you needed. There was nothing to do except press your head back against his chest, trembling in forced silence, panting as softly as you could. He pressed his grin into the side of your head, working your clit and rocking his hips just a little. Fucking into your clenching pussy and hitting that sweet spot again and again and again.Â
As a horse was let into a stall just a few down from yours, tears spilled out of the corner of your eyes. Your back arched off of him and you hoped the press of his large belt buckle into his abdomen was enough revenge for the moment. The rip of pleasure was torment as much as it was goddamn incredible. Harsh waves rippling from curling toes up to your tear-stained cheeks. A slow quiver along your thighs became a full-body shake that tensed up every muscle to keep yourself from gasping, sniffling, whining, or moaning.Â
The dam broke, and you gushed around him in silence, your heartbeat thumping like a threat waiting to be heard through the thick stall walls.
âThatâs my girl,â he mused, dragging his fingers up and cupping one breast. Pinching your nipple until you almost whined accidentally. âShhh. Shhhh.â He slid his hand down from your mouth, capturing both breasts and playing with your nipples with little rolls and pinches. Tweaking them softly until your back was arching and you had nothing to help you stay quiet. âShhhhhâŠ.â
âSo itâs been good having her back home then?â carried through the wall, and you wouldâve gone still if you couldâve. But his fingers on your nipples, his hips rocking every so gently where you could feel his cock getting hard againâŠ.Â
âOh, yeah. Been a while since Iâve had my babygirl home. Just hope sheâs keeping outta trouble with all you idiots here.â Your dad barked out a laugh before hanging something up on the wall adjacent to the stall. A roll of thunder shook the walls and the very air itself. âShit, letâs get the rest in and get back. Shitâs coming in quick.â
Fingers trailed down again. A hand on your hip. Fingers finding your swollen clit again. You bit down on your lip while footsteps carried everyone away, and beneath you, hips rutted up. Fucking his cum back into you while rubbing your clit. Stars bounced around behind your eyes. The air was hot and thick, electric as the storm brought lightning closer and closer.Â
The stable doors were clicking shut when you came again, letting yourself grunt so, so softly while he filled you up again. Spilling inside of you as you milked him empty.Â
âYouâre fucking dead to me,â you breathed, trembling atop him. He finally pulled out, and propped up the both of you to look down at where he kept your legs nice and spread. Seeing the mess youâd made of each other.Â
He had his fingers down there already, sliding them over and smearing that mess over you. Nipped at the shell of your ear while you squirmed, his fingers working into your cunt and the heel of his palm showing you just how sensitive your clit was.Â
Your breath hitched.
âThen donât cum again, sweetheart.â He slid a third finger into you, fucking it roughly into your sopping wet cunt. The sounds were abhorrent and echoing inside the stall. The nearby huff of horses almost hid them. âHold it.â He shifted, bringing you back down and wrapping a hand lightly around your throat. âFeel your cunt squeezing my fingers. Feel your thighs shaking. Feel your breath hitching, baby. Tell me to stop.â
But your eyes just fell shut when his fingers went right for that sweet spot. When the heel of his palm rubbed against your clit. When he grinned against you and locked his knees between yours to keep them nice and open for him to bring that pleasure right up to the peak.
âThatâs what I thought, baby.â
He stuffed his fingers in knuckle-deep and stilled them. Shifted his palm and abandoned your throat, rubbing your clit with fervor and direct attention. Pushing you right over that crumbling edge and leaving you to clamp down over his fingers that kept you stuffed nice and full of him. Tears ruining your makeup and making you choke around every breath.
âMmm, hold it in now,â he hummed.Â
His belt was back on and heâd rubbed the markings from your wrists. Your hands were flat against the side of the stall, his boots between your feet, fingers rubbing over where he pulled your underwear back onto you. Running over the damp fabric just getting wet again. You clenched hard even when it seemed like he was trying to screw you by finding your clit. Kissing your neck and pressing into you like he had another round in him.
âYouâre a prick,â you breathed.
âItâs a real long walk back to the house.â He reeled a hand back and spanked you over your dress. His hand left your cunt aching with a teased orgasm. âHold it in for me now, sweetheart.â
Internally, you were a mess of gooey warmth in your belly. Externally, you elbowed him in the ribs. He laughed it off, the sound dark and low, bringing goosebumps up over your neck. Yet you still clenched as you pushed yourself from the wall and stalked toward the stall door.Â
âMeet me by the lake tonight at 11:00 and Iâll tonguefuck you until you canât cum anymore.â
You flipped him off and left.
Still, running out into the sprinkling rain and feeling his cum leak out of youâŠ.
You had an alarm queued up on your phone the second you got into your bedroom safely.Â
need more non-abrahamic hierophilia actually. but idk who else would be into the concept of becoming so one with void and flow that torching me to formless cinders and sifting through my very last remains would yield amulets for you to ward off ills forever
when i was younger i thought BDSM meant big daddy, sadism , masochism and i figured big daddy was just like the over seer of kinky exchanges. sort of a referee
Computah, gimme yandere being absolutely delighted with his horny captive!darling thatâs ovulating and allowing him to make her cum out of pure desperation.
You havenât felt human touch in months since heâs taken you captive and heâs been pretty patient, so when youâre suddenly opening those pretty legs of yours and showing off your slick cunt and weâre fingers, heâs diving in immediately. Youâre needy enough to allow itâŠ
Heâs eager to show you how much pleasure he can give you if you just give in and let him love you. His pretty darling, babbling out pleas for more when just yesterday you were coldly telling him to go away⊠itâs music to his ears.
