“Atta Mutt”

Giving the ol reliable smut shitshow a facelift. I’m 25, my blog is 18+, minors DNI or I s2g. This blog ranges from soft and CG/l to CNC and dark shit. Enjoy, at your own risk of whiplash.

[cuffsandcrayons]

Hey friends and foes!

If you’re reading this, welcome to my spicy corner of the world.

I stockpile fantasies that get waaaay intense and I don’t tag anything. Proceed at your own risk.

THIS BLOG IS 18+. I’m a 25, enby queer. Don’t get me in trouble.

This is a side blog. I have a pinned post on my main that addresses it vaguely, so I thought I’d make one here finally.

I’m trying to change my icon to something not default so I’m sorry about that yall.

Thanks!

[hazeydaisey]

chewtoy 4 chewtoy we both end up covered in bite marks n hickies n so many sensitive spots to poke which makes cuddling afterwards a very twitchy experience

[paws-with-a-blog]

Big Brother who drives back from college the last day of finals. Who doesn't tell baby bro that he's coming home early, he wants to surprise him.

Big Brother who is walking so quietly through the house at 2 AM and sneaking into his youngest sibling's room. Except. It's empty. He's whispering his brother's name and looking around the room.

He peeks into the kitchen and the bathroom, but there's nothing. Big bro finally goes into his room and there he is. His baby all curled up in his bed, surrounded by his sheets and dirty clothes.

Big bro who climbs into the bed and carefully shifts his legs open. He's only wearing one of big bro's shirts, which is so helpful.

Baby bro who wakes up to a warm mouth between his legs, his brother's tongue licking into him. He whines and rocks his hips, desperate for his brother's touch.

Baby bro who doesn't last long because his brother knows exactly what he's doing. Who pulls him up for a kiss and starts crying.

Big bro who licks up the tears and holds his brother close. "Guess what? You've got me for three months."

Baby bro who plans to return the favor first thing in the morning.

[jackherringtons]

“How’d your day go babe?”

“Oh it went so good! So,

*I unzip my pants and start stroking my cock right in front of your stupid face*

“Uhhm”

“Continue sweetheart, so your day went good?”

“Well yeah I uhm, I had my lunch..”

*I put my balls right against your nose and start rubbing them on her face*

“…ah fuck”

“Why aren’t you talking babe? Are you distracted?…”

“The smell, s-“

“Sniff it, sniff it up and get nice and lightheaded”

*sniffs and mouth hangs open*

*my soft cock slips in your mouth and stretches it out”

*I seat it in your throat and start rocking slowly back and forth*

“You think I care about your day? You’re a toy sweetheart. You’re daddy’s sex toy. Now spread your legs and give me that throat ok? I like you more when you’re just a stupid fucking bitch. That’s my girl.”

[puppylitter]

a demon gently, lovingly forcing an orgasm out of an overanxious angel. its wings fluff and flutter uncontrollably while it rides their fingers, begging "no, please, i can't, i can't cum, i don't want—"

being told so softly "you can, honey, let go for me, i've got you, let yourself have it—"

[bekabfotbek193647291]

Remember; your body is a temple

That is to say, a place for Gods and Goddesses to fill and use as they please

[ivyrotica]

faux sympathy is actually evil.

you’re ruining me, i’m shaking, barely coherent, and you have the audacity to say “i know, baby, it’s a lot, huh?” all sweet and condescending like yeah??? obviously??? but are you stopping? no :( you just keep going, all soft and sweet, acting like you feel bad while actively making it worse. it’s sick and i need more of it immediately.

[rthornewrites]

Every year, they pick someone new.

At the start of the year they each suggest a candidate, and then they discuss the options and then vote. There are a few selections for criteria: over eighteen, with no dependents or serious emotional ties, and either no job or one that won't miss them.

They usually end up picking someone rich, spoiled, and annoying--but those aren't requirements.

They pick a woman this year--it's been a few men in a row, and they're looking for a change. Astrid Magnolia Rutherford, spoiled but unimportant third daughter of a family wealthy exclusively through blood money, is a clear winner.

It doesn't take long for one of them to seduce her, and it's not long after that that they have her over for parties, lounging languid and a little high while whining about how the only thing she gets from her mommy and daddy is money.

They have time to be patient, so they can be methodical with what they do. The first month or so is all about getting her to let down her guard and trust them, interspersed with inductions piped into the room she stays in when she crashes at their place to make her suggestible and compliant--and horny.

After that it's starting to place suggestions, once she's at a point where she won't ever question that they came from her new friends. Halfway through her day she'll realize she's walking around with a plug in her cunt or a vibrator buzzing away in her panties, with no memory of how they got there or how long they've been there. When she spends too long near a pillow she'll slide it between her legs and start humping it. When people say certain words she'll find herself desperately aroused, like an hour of foreplay has happened without her even noticing.

Then comes the gaslighting. Someone will take her bra off of her while she's dropped, then they'll all insist she wasn't wearing one in the first place, or they'll have her sit on one of their thighs and insist that they're not rubbing against her clit, or they'll fuck each other in front of her and insist that they're not doing anything different from before.

They reward her for listening to them and punish her for listening to anyone else--including herself. Defiance can trigger an evening of humping the air while everyone around her ignores her, or a day of a numbed clit, or sometimes a night kept from sleep while she's relentlessly overstimulated by a vibrator she can't quite manage to turn off.

And they make her hornier and sluttier and needier.

At the end of the year, they send her back out into society, a well-trained slut for any of them to call on whenever they want.

And then they pick someone new to break.

[idiotvirginpng]

[kaionyx]

Life has been getting too much lately, huh darling? Poor thing. Why don’t you come sit on my lap so I can feed you too many smoke filled kisses while forcing you back and forth against my bulge until you’re too dumb to remember whatever silly little thing you were talking about? Works wonders from what I hear.

[carpe-collum-mei-old-deactivate]

shibari as a form of worship.

tying them up slowly and reverently, running your hands along their body, kissing everywhere your fingers touch, kissing each knot as you tie it.

running your fingers underneath the ropes, making sure they're not too tight, feeling their breathing catch when you find a particularly sensitive spot.

forcing them to look at themselves in the mirror across from the bed, making them see how beautiful they are, making them watch how much you worship their body, paying attention to each and every sound that comes out of their mouth.

tying their hair to their hands behind their back so they have no choice but to watch themselves be touched and teased and tormented.

[indecenthoney-deactivated202501]

"The Munchies"

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Have you ever had that one friend who acts like a completely different person after consuming alcohol? I sort of do. She's a tad bit on the shy side. Up until you present her with some candy. Her eyes would literally glow up at the sight. Not to mention, she becomes the clingiest, most loveable thing. I may be to blame for encouraging such behaviors, but how could I not? I could never ever get another reaction out of her if I wanted to. Completely deadpan, with a cold demeanor. It's enough to break a man's heart. Which brings me to my current situation. I may have a little crush on her. Or well a relatively big one. I've been meaning to ask her out in a good mood, but as I mentioned I could never really get that reaction. I wanted to find some way to help her relax a bit without needing the candies. I don't know. I wanted her to like me for me, you know?

"Hey... How long are you going to be working on that? It wouldn't kill you to take a break, you know? Uhuh... Dude! Let's hang out... This project isn't due till what... Two weeks from now... We can totally take our time... We're already halfway through... So let's go play something! Me? What does it look like I'm doing? I'm hugging you... I'm not going to stop hugging you until you follow me to play video games... I know you hate it... That's why I'm hugging you, silly... Either way, it's a win-win for me... Aw... and here I thought I'd get to hug you for an hour or two? Good choice... C'mon, I'll show you to my room..."

On my way to my room, I found her eye-ing out my kitchen. It was pretty obvious what her intentions were. I wasn't really sure either what snacks I had lying around in there, but I sent her off to my room to choose a game while I scrounged around for something for her to eat.

"Do you want something sweet? I thought so... I'll see what I can do... Uhuh... Just head down the hall, to the right... Make yourself comfortable!"

It was inevitable. Then again, I guess I'd rather give her what she wanted rather than see her disappointed. You should have seen me. I was a man on a mission trying to find those snacks. Eventually, I realized that there wasn't any lying around and I had to bear seeing her sad. Is it a reaction? Yes. Is it a good one? No. I took my time cleaning up and figuring out what to tell her. On my way down, I found myself stopping at the door after hearing some "noises". At first, I assumed it was something coming from the television. With my curiosity piqued, I barged in without a second thought. Unfortunately, this put me in a compromising situation. Okay, I know it's my house. But I should know better than to walk in without a warning. My friend was there. Of course, she was. Where else would she be? You know, I just didn't expect her to be on my pillow. Rubbing herself against it. I stood in shock as she mindlessly grinded herself not paying any mind to me. it was like she was in a sort of trance.

"Hey! W-woah... Uhm... What the fuck are you doing? Hahaha... uhm... F-fuck..."

I wasn't entirely sure what to do especially since there wasn't anything to play off on. She was grinding away. No response. But upon closer inspection, there were wrappers scattered on the floor and bed. The shy little thing got herself high from consuming the edibles placed on the tableside near my bed. I quickly rushed over to stop her. Placing my hands around her hips to keep her down. Only whimpers and tears were replaced with the sudden stop.

"H-hey... Shhh... Shhhh it's okay... I'm sorry... Ugh fuck... What am I supposed to do with you? Uhm... Let's see... H-hey! C'mon... It's okay... Why are you still crying? You can rub... It's okay... Stop crying, okay? I'm sorry for stopping you... "

After consuming this many brownies, I doubt she'd be able to speak. I'm surprised she was still even functioning at this point. I didn't expect her to have such a drastic personality change after a few brownies. She wouldn't stop crying. I soon realized her trying to move her hips faster. I guess the stimulation wasn't enough to satisfy her. Luckily, I had an idea. Not to fulfill my own selfish desires, but to help a friend out. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Leave her a whimpering sobby mess?

"I-it's okay... Just for a moment... Sit here... I know... I know it hurts... But we'll get it settled in a bit... You just have to be a good girl and listen, okay? That's it... Such a good girl... Does it feel good when I rub you there? Hm? I know it's hard to talk... Just nod your head... Yeah? Ah no... No moving your hips... If you wanna feel good then you'll have to listen, don't you? That's it... Nice and easy... Keep those legs spread for me, hun... Such a pretty lady... So needy... So wet... I'm only rubbing your clit and you're just leaking... Why don't we take these off, huh? We wouldn't want to ruin your panties more than we already have... Shhh... It's okay I'm just taking these off and we'll continue... I'll give a little more than just rubbing... I promise... Oh fuck... A literal bitch in heat... Gonna slide a finger in, okay? Oh? Well, don't you fit perfectly around my fingers... So tight... Mm... What pretty little noises you have... There's no need to be shy... It's okay to feel good..."

Slowly digging away into her deepest parts causing her to spasm. Choking on her moans as the pleasure increases. Her hands clasped around my forearm. A sign informing me that she's close to the edge. Slowing down my pace even more to keep from finishing too quickly. Soft slow strokes. My middle finger moving in and along her slit. A flick at her clit once at the top. Sending a shockwave of spasms throughout her body. I knew it was about time to give her a break. Running my fingers along her body; lifting her shirt. My hands finding their way up her bra. Running circles around her perky breasts. Pinching. Poking. Tugging.

"Hm? You're going to have to use your words... I'm not going to be able to understand you if all you do is moan and whimper... Please? You wanna cum? What's the magic word? Fine... In a bit... I'm still having my fun... Oh? Sensitive there, are we? Be good and I'll give you your reward... Pretty little thing... Does it feel good? Uhuh yeah? Sound so fucking stupid when I touch you here... Are you going to cum just from your nipples being played with? No cuz that would be pathetic, wouldn't it? Almost there, hun... Keep it up... You're doing such a good job for me..."

Hands appreciating every nook and cranny of her body. Tempting her but never really touching the place that needs it the most. Lips pressed. Tongues rolled. A dance of oral pleasure. The taste of brownies lingered on my tongue. How many wrappers were there? I wouldn't be surprised if I got high from tasting her lips. If it were my choice, I would spend an eternity in this bliss. However, she quickly made her needs known. Whimpers and tears once flood the room. Her inability to stay still grew restless as I toyed with her body. One final kiss and I was on my knees. Pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. The softness of her thighs welcomed my cheeks with each kiss. I start to salivate; eager to run my tongue along the drippy mess I've made. In my own trance, I started eating away at her. A different type of hunger had filled me. Something that couldn't be satiated so easily. I wanted her to quake my touch. Moan at the very thought of me. Get wet at every little word I mutter as I adore her perfection.

"Mmph... Fuck... you taste so good, hun... Mmm... I know... I know... I shouldn't talk with my mouth full... I can't help it... You're just too damn pretty right now..."

Her grip tightens; pulling my head into her. Her morality leaking between her legs as I lapped my tongue into her depths. A wave after wave of orgasms causes her to shake. Even with my tongue gently finding its way around her clit, it brings her to the edge over and over. I found pleasure in serving her. With cock in hand, I stroked myself to completion. Even then it was barely enough to fill that hunger. Grabbing her wrists I stood above her; pinning down her arms before placing my cock against the opening of her pussy. Feeling her squirm on the tip. Watching her eyes roll back as the length of cock disappears into her.

"Hey hey... Shush... You're doing such a great job... Mhm... I know you came... I'm sorry, sweetie... Just a little longer, you can take it... All you have to do is stay still and be pretty, okay? Can you do that for me, hun? Mhm... Good girl... Not a single thought behind those pretty eyes, huh? That's it... Cum as you please... I'm not stopping you..."

Hands pinned above her head as I rut into her in the most animalistic, primal way. Enjoying every bit of her reactions as I pump my cum back into her. Even as she drifts off to sleep, I found myself using her and using her. Satiating my hunger. I was unsure of how things would play out tomorrow, so I wanted to enjoy myself while it lasted. Making my mark. Filling her to the brim. I wore myself out. But even then, I wanted to use her. Finger the very holes I came in. Fucking her with my fingers to keep the cum from leaking. Never wanting this happiness to end.

"Oh! You're awake... What happened? Well... You kinda nodded off while I was looking for snacks... You okay? A dream? You were moving a lot during it... but I didn't wanna wake you from your nap... Sore? Hm... You're probably just hungry... Here... I found some brownies... It's really good... You should try some!"

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Take a bite,

Honey

[d0ggykn0tslut]

need to look down at my sub, kneeling in front of me, as i press the blunt between their lips. their eyes already glazed over from the multiple bong rips they were forced to take. getting dumber and dumber with each hit, they start panting, looking up to me. nothing but pure desperation in their eyes, eager to take my length between their lips until their face is tear stained. drool pouring from their chin, desperately grinding against the ground for any sort of friction.

[princesspsalot]

“Sit on it princess”

After being edged for days I finally thought I was going to get some release - boy oh boy was I wrong

Like a good slut, I did as told and sat my dripping wet pussy on his big, thick cock - moaning as i took every single inch

“Now sit there and hold this on your clit”

I went all wide eyed as the realisation hit - I’m edging myself for him while being a cocksleeve…

Feeling his cock twitch in me and just the pure presence of his cock in my hole was making me more and more desperate.

I started bouncing on his cock to try and get myself off but he grabbed me by the hips and slammed me back down, holding me there

“No movement”

“But Sir I need your cock, please please please let me ride it”

“No - good girls do as they are told and good girls edge for daddy, don’t they?”

“Yes daddy, sorry daddy”

“Turn it up”

I did as told and turned the setting of the clit sucker up - god it felt so good but I was getting so so needy.

The feeling of his dick in me wasn’t helping, it was only making me go more feral.

“Please let me cum daddy”

“Why would I do that princess?”

“Because I need your dick to fuck me, please please pleaseeeee” - I moaned through whimpers

“Nah, turn it up again”

Thinking that I would get to cum if I did as told, I turned it up further.

As time went on and my whimpers became more frequent I needed his dick and I needed it now.

I started grinding and bouncing again, his hands coming towards my hips, I stared fighting against them, going faster and harder in my pathetic little attempt at getting myself off. He got his hands on me and slammed me back down, again holding me in place.

“You’re lucky I’m not making you get the wand out for this. But turn that up as far as it will fucking go and for the love of god - do. not. move.”

I became nothing but a dripping, whimpering mess. It started to feel so so so good, I was so close. But he knew that and he took away my toy, leaving me to be a pathetic, needy little whore on his dick.

[desperate-baitmeat]

CANNOT get the image of hard liquor forcibly being poured down my throat out of my head.

Maybe I’m at a party and I see a group playing a game of poker. I love poker, so I walk over and ask if I can join.

“Sure,” responds one of the men at the table, “but you have to play by our rules.”

We play uneventfully for a while, until it’s my turn to deal.

“Here, dealer takes a shot,” says the same man as before.

I object, “But nobody else has taken any shots before dealing!”

He’s walking over with a bottle of tequila in one hand and his other reaches for my face.

“Our game, our rules, remember?” He says as he’s grabbing my face while my mouth obediently gapes open.

He pours far more than a shot directly down my throat. I try not to choke, and swallow it all before taking my turn to deal.

More rounds of poker with increasingly arbitrary “rules” that seem to only apply to me leaves me far drunker than I’ve ever been, and with a few pieces of clothing removed.

The group of players are enjoying my company, taking turns holding my delicate mouth open and pouring drinks in me. Their hands start lingering around my lips and neck, trailing down to my breasts at times, but I can hardly notice what’s happening anymore.

“Hey baby come here,” says one man gently. “You lost that round, you gotta come get your task.”

Too drunk to remember that’s not how this game works, I stumble over to him ready to listen. He doesn’t tell me anything, however, but instead calmly guides me to my knees in front of his chair. Taking out his semi-hard cock, he pulls my face closer to it as I look up at him.

“Open up,” he coos, “our rules, honey. You gotta do what we ask.”

I open my mouth and carefully take him. Moving my head slowly, I’m unsure what to do with all the people nearby, until I feel someone else’s hand on the back of my head. Another person has started pushing and pulling me up and down on his growing cock.

As a team, they work to alleviate their friend using my mouth. I’m already too drunk (and cockdrunk) to be cognisant of the party’s vocal support of my use. Everyone cheering for such useful holes being around, talking amongst themselves to decide the order they’ll jerk off with me in.

I’m in no state to differentiate between all the people taking turns with my body, and I have no clue how long I stay at the party for.

At least someone from the night knew me well enough to bring me home, letting me wake up in my own bed with nothing but lots of marks and a few hazy memories

[icycoldglare-deactivated2024111]

I know you got so wasted for me tonight so I could play with you, you are such a good obedient little sub. Trust me, I'm going to take care of you, my love 🥰 I want you to be stumbling, hiccuping, and slurring your words for me. And I want you to show me how dedicated you are to making me happy by taking another shot even in that state. I'll hold you and let your droopy sloppy body rest on me as I pet your hair. I'll give little delicate kisses to my little delicate sub. I know its hard to think right now, your thoughts are having trouble forming because of all the booze you drank for me, so just stop trying to speak or think and just feel my hands touch your body, my love. Notice how gentle and warm they are on your skin, notice how your whole body shivers in anticipation as I move my hands. Hmmm, are those goosebumps hun? Seriously though, good job babe. You did so well preparing yourself for me tonight 😘 I'll give you what you want now. I know you and your depraved little mind. I know you've been wanting it this whole time, and you've earned it now 😈😈😈

[d4ddys-littled0ll]

something i’ve been fantasizing about today .. <3

having a daddy get me so stoned, no matter how many times i say i’m done, he convinces me to take hit after hit,

when i’m finally completely out of it, put me in a chair in front of the tv and tie my wrists and ankles down and put a spiral on the tv..

i wanna sober up a little when i see the spiral and realize what he’s gonna do and start to squirm around and telling him to untie me, i want him to ignore my pleas and just put a bong up to my mouth and make me take a huge hit before grabbing my head and forcing me to face the screen.

as that last hit starts to take affect, i wanna feel my eyes start to glaze over and my shoulders start to slight relax, hearing him say “where did all that struggle go, baby?” with a chuckle, “you really can hardly resist seeing a pretty spiral anymore, can you?” and i just simply shake my head “no”, already too spaced out to speak.

i want him to edge me for hours while i just stare at the spiral, molding me into whatever he wants me to be, making me into his perfect little slut🤤

again, just something i’ve been fantasizing about lately..<3