Minors Please Leave

I can’t believe I’m making another blog for horny stuff Why am I the horniest asexual this isn’t fair 21+

[imtooembarassedtonamethisblog]

Intro

First things first: minors do not interact. I have covered this blog with age warnings. If you choose to stay interact despite my warnings, I can not be held accountable.

This is my blog purely for when I’m horny. None of the things reblogged or stated represent my actual views on anything that resembles reality.

If you’re homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, ableist, ageist, or prejudiced or discriminatory in general, or have been described as so, please leave. You’re probably not going to have a good time here.

All that being said, I’m not likely to actually post things.

So that being said, hello, you can call me Elle. My pronouns are she/they and change depending on the day. I prefer defaulting to they when using a pronoun for myself, and prefer feminine titles instead of gender neutral ones for kink stuff. I’m a bottom, most likely a stone bottom but I can’t tell if that’s due to trauma or not. Also sapphic, not into men. If you’re trans masc and sapphic feel free to interact, but otherwise you’re walking a thin line here buddy.

I’m mainly into cnc or obsessive fantasies and worship, and it’d probably be easier to list what I’m not into than what I am

Not into:

- scat

- piss/omorashi

- knifeplay

- gore

- the more extreme side of pain play

- degradation

- I don’t know how to describe it but apathy. Objectification is fine but as soon as it’s like “I can treat you however I want and it’s the opposite of worship” I’m not into it.

Be safe out there, I don’t expect anybody to interact here

[ickytreats]

My favorite Vampire headcanon that I don't see a lot about is that their bite can feel different. Some bites can kill, some can turn you, a normal feed but it's uncomfortable and some can feel really really good. When finding out your best friend had been turned it was hard. He describes it as painful and terrible. He was terrified to get his hands on a human and accidentally do the same thing, especially if that human was you. He tried to stay away, the poor man even starved himself.

He couldn't take it anymore, he needed blood. Specifically he wanted yours and he didn't know why. So when he shows up at your doorstep after weeks of avoiding you. Panting and falling to his knees begging you for just a drop. How could you refuse? Having to reassure him that he won't hurt you and that you'd be able to take it. He's scared he will lose control with how bad that pull to you is. He wants to make sure you're comfortable so he watches your night time routine. Letting you crawl into bed and he follows along with you.

Snuggling you closely, softly kissing your cheek, trailing those kisses down your neck, and giving you multiple thank yous. He takes a deep breath and finally pushes his fangs into you. You can't help but gasp and grab onto him. His thumb rubbing your hip as a content moan leaves his lips. Finally he's had the meal he's been craving. Meanwhile you knew it would feel weird but this wasn't what you expected. You pleasure through your body, as if you'd been rubbing your pretty clit. He notices your heavy breathing and how you start to squirm. So he pulls away thinking he took too much.

Blushes when he pulls away and can smell between your legs. So sweet, so sudden, and so tempting. He smiles as you cover your face, both of you are shocked by how your body reacted. Now more daring he shuffles in the bed. Slowly and with soft touches getting between your legs. Rubbing your thigh trying to soothe you until he drags his hand to your cunt. Kissing your neck again and licking the area he had bit. Sinking his fangs in again, your hips jolt. Making them push your cunt onto his hand, now he's actually rubbing your clit through the fabric as he feeds from you.

It's a mess of hazy pleasure for you. It's so weird it's double the pleasure. Your body is in bliss while he gets a meal, the total opposite of what others have said. Finally he pulls your panties to the side and slowly pushes his fingers into you. He's on a high off your blood and you're on a high off his touch. He doesn't stop drinking until you've cummed on his fingers. You have never came that hard even squirting a little. Your panting in a haze under him, he's licking your wound, and giving it a kiss. Licking his lips before sticking his fingers into his mouth. His eyes are now hungry for something else as he looks at you.

[monstersholygrail]

Vampire bf spooning you in the middle of the night, nuzzling into you so roughly that it causes you to slowly wake up. As soon as he senses you’re not completely asleep, his arms curl around you and he bury’s his face in your neck. Groggily you bare your throat to him, thinking he might be hungry.

But instead he simply whines and cuddles in closer. It’s only then that you notice he’s shivering. A soft “What’s wrong, darling?” croaks past your lips. He doesn’t respond, letting his actions speak louder as his hands slip under your shirt and brush along your soft stomach as if trying to steal up all your warmth. You hiss at his touch, his usually cold skin even colder for some reason. “You’re freezing,” you can’t help but exclaim the obvious.

Your vampire bf whimpers, nodding his head within the warm fold of your neck. “Need your warmth. Need your heat, baby please,” he says in a soft whine, one hand tugging at the seam of your shorts and giving you an idea of what he means.

As soon as you’ve pulled your panties down, he’s sliding himself between the warm supple flesh of your thighs. He hisses in the space of her neck, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Your lips part, feeling his throbbing cock push its way through your legs, so close to where you need him. His tip bumping up against your clit with every snap of his hips. Arousal pools within you till it drips onto his cock. Your bf growls, hips moving faster.

“Ah, fuck! More. Please,” you beg, baring your neck once again. Your hips tilt, craving the feeling of being filled by him.

“My heart, I could devour you whole and still crave more," he rumbles, his hips bucking to catch every drop of your essence on his length.

His hand tenderly cups the underside of your neck and brings it to his lips. You sense the heat of his breath and goosebumps rise along your arms a second before you feel the sharp prick of pleasure caused by his fangs. You shiver as he slowly sinks them all the way in.

The combination of his fangs inside you and the way he slows down the rocking of his hips causes your eyes to droop as you begin to drift back to sleep. His hand massages your plush thigh, gently shifting it back over his own, legs intertwining.

With your thighs open, your bf has easy access to slide his length inside your eager and dripping walls. You both moan as he pushes past your entrance, his girth carefully stretching your precious pussy as he takes his time stuffing you full of him. Bringing a delicious dull ache to the apex of your thighs.

He settles in once he’s buried his length to the hilt, your hips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. He relaxes against your body and wraps every limb that he can around you. Cocooning your being in his protective embrace. Making you feel exactly as treasured as you are.

“That’s better,” he slurs contently in an attempt to speak with his fangs in your neck. Soon after you start to feel his skin warming back up against your own. You smile softly, finally falling back asleep and happy you were able to help him.

Never finding out that Vampires have full control over their body temperature.

[axofservice]

Imagine raping me to calm me down? I’m crying and panicking about something and you pin me down with your weight and slide your dick inside me?

“Shhhh, shhh, that’s it…come on baby, I know you can take it. Breathe now. You can take this dick, can’t you baby. Yeah, I know you can.” Gently whispering in my ear while you push your raw dick all the way into my pussy.

“Just breathe. Focus on that dick inside you, it’s big isn’t it? Breathe nice and slow, focus on your pussy” as you reach down to rub my clit. “Oh yeah, you like that don’t you baby? That’s it, nice deep long breaths, just like I’m fucking you long and deep.” Holding me tight while you rape my pussy steadily. “Shhhh, don’t cry, don’t cry anymore, just take this dick, you’re taking it so good aren’t you, you can take it baby girl.”

[tteokdoroki]

so 👹💗… how do you feel about pussy jobs through panties …. bumping his tip against ur clit over the fabric and the friction is just muuuuuch sweeter and more desperate? ….. (isagi AND izuku world heritage ask)

the dust hasn’t even settled but .. i must say more …

i think i think it’s so much hotter when there’s something in the way. panties completely soaked through, almost see through because of how wet you are and how much he leaks — smearing precum all over your sensitive pussy like he’s claiming you, like he wants to own you. the fact that something so thin and flimsy stands in the way of him breaching your walls and filling you up completely only adds to the intensity and desperation— he could take you at any time, whenever he wanted but he can’t seem to want to stop. cause if he stops to take off your panties, then he has to stop grinding the length of his slick throbbing clock through your swollen, syrupy folds. he wouldn’t be able to feel the way your sex pulses with need underneath ruined material — calling to him with that added friction from the folds in the fabric.

like fuckkk, it’s so sexy to see how your inner thighs shine with arousal that you spew and rl squeeze the material of your panties just to watch it all drip out as he wrings out the cotton. makes him shake n tremble on his forearms above you :( n maybe when he hooks them to the side, the pressure against your folds just makes you spasm and breathily wail his name cause it’s so much more delicious this way and his eyes roll back as a result. he gets to see how you glisten for him n he fucks that same bright red mushroomed tip through your slit and into the crotch of your panties !!! veins catching on your clit, his sensitive cockhead smearing more stringy precum against the inside of your undies <3_<3 so messy…so much better than sex

[hogsinlove-moved]

Not publishing this ask because I love having it in my inbox 🥰🥴

also anon i love you?? come sleepover please...

[iwannabeyourvictim]

trans woman who always loves to bring up her thick, hard cock to me and says we should compare ours. when i sheepishly say i don’t have one she says “oh… i forgot hehe” but keeps pushing. keeps insisting. eventually i pull my pants down and show her my “t-dick” and she immediately starts stifling laughter that i could ever call that a dick. we start “frotting” — that is to say she rubs her fat, meaty cock against my little clit and eventually slips it in. i scream and cry for help but she just laughs and keeps thrusting.

“come on, you pulled your pants down. you literally asked for it. fine, you think i’m ‘raping’ you? then i’ll rape you.”

and she rubs my clit until i cum on her.

“i guess you really did like it! it’s fine if i cum too then right??”

“nononono don’t get me pregnant i don’t wanna get pregnant i d-“

too late.

[paechjuice]

hfhjfhf just imagining being on a packed train, and someones got me pressed up against a window. its rush hour and no ones paying attention when the tall man with the long coat crowds up against me and just absolutly covers me up. hes got a finger over my lips and his hard on pressing into my ass, letting the bumps of the train do the work for him.

when he finally reaches down and pops the button of his pants, i cant help the little rush of heat that goes straight to my core, even though i know this is wrong. in my head ive just started floating away, trying to detatch from the situation.

hes grinding his bare dick against my skirt, letting the tip of his cock almost slide underneath my skirt. at one point he pulls my shirt up and presses me to the window so my tits are squished against the cold glass and on display. finally after what felt like years in that far away place i floated off to, he finally flipped the back half of my skirt up and slid his cock between my legs.

the first thrust made all the muscles in my body jerk, and if the stranger hadnt been pressing me bodily to the wall, i would have fallen. after that he started rutting his hips against my panties, the tip of his cock drooling and leaving more of a mess on my underwear than there already was. i could feel his chest rising and falling, pushing against mine, the way his breath came out ragged in my ear as he started to fuck against my clothed hole. he pushed the tip in like he was trying to fuck me through my clothes, heedless of the barrier. eventually he reached down and tugged my panties to the side, reaching up to cover my mouth and slid into me.

at the overwhelming fullness, it was like getting slammed back into awareness as he stretched me wide and deep over him. i tried to slap at his hands, push him away, something, but he held me down like i was simply a stack of papers trying to fly off a desk when a breeze came through. i whined and let out forced moans into his palms, the noises coming unwillingly as the stranger jackrabbited into me.

i dont know how long i stayed pressed against the window with my tits out and him absolutely violating my hole, but by the time last stop was coming he had me red, sweaty, and shaking from orgasm after orgasm. finally i could feel his hips start to stutter, speed up a little as he panted and drooled into my neck.

i simply let my body be moved with the thrust, cheek against the window, when finally he grabbed me by the hips and pulled them as far back onto his cock as he could. his hands and hips shook as i felt something hot and filling shoot deep inside of me. he groaned, pumping his hips a few more times, before pulling out and patting my ass, laughing as my hole clenched, "that was great slut, we'll have to do that again"

i heard the train doors shut as i sunk to the ground, cum dripping out my wrecked hole.

[angelic-femme]

i want to get coerced into showing a friend my tits. maybe we’re smoking or drinking and you’ve got me right where you want me, not too far gone, but just fuzzy enough. easy. your eyes have been flickering to my chest for a while, maybe because the cut of my top is low, or you want to see what i’m hiding under my sweater. “come on, just show them to me,” you say. “i know you’re a dyke, it won’t mean anything.” i pull off my shirt, keeping my bra on, but you immediately tug it down, your eyes watching the movement of my tits bouncing. i start to pull away, uncomfortable, but you grab my wrist and pull me closer. “let me just feel them for a minute. it won’t mean anything.” i don’t look at you while you explore but you watch my face carefully as the light brushes against my nipples turn into pinches. i try to keep my expression neutral but you notice my uneven breathing, the way i’m pressing my thighs together. it doesn’t take long for me to be a sobbing, quivering mess while you tug and roll my nipples between your fingers. you’re wondering if i can cum from this alone, but you’re impatient, standing up and unbuckling your belt. i barely have time to register how cold my tits feel without your hands before you’re pushing me on my back and pulling up my skirt. “sorry for getting you so worked up,” you say, listening to me gasp while you push your cock inside of my dripping cunt. “just let me take care of that for you. it won’t mean anything.”

[hexatome-deactivated20231228]

Somnoslut

It's 4am, you're staying over at a friend's place with some other people after a long night out. As things wind down, you head into the extra room to get ready for bed, and it doesn't take you long to pass out once your head hits the pillow. Shortly after, someone else comes in looking for a spot to sleep, a guy you've been interested in for a while. He whispers out your name, and shakes you a bit trying to ask if he can share the bed with you. No response. He tries again, still nothing. Seeing as this is his only other option besides the hardwood floor in the living room, he finishes getting ready and slips into bed with you, trying one more time to wake you up and ask if it's okay, with no success.

After a while laying next to you, he starts thinking about turning over and wrapping his arm around you to get closer. He knows it's probably a bad idea, but you guys have been cuddly before, so it shouldn't be too much of a shock if you woke up, right? As he gets closer under the covers and brings his arm around you, he realizes you aren't wearing any clothes. He hesitates for a moment before leaning into it instead and embracing you, feeling your skin against his. It doesn't take long before his mind is racing with dirty thoughts, he feels himself starting to get hard pressed up against your ass and quickly backs up in case you feel it. You haven't moved since he got in bed with you though, and you're still softly snoring, so he figures maybe it wouldn't hurt to go a bit further.

He starts tracing his fingers over your body, seeing if you react. Nothing. You're still laying on your side facing away from him, so he slowly works his fingers in between your legs, pausing anytime you make a sound or move. They work their way up towards your pussy, closer and closer, until they're spreading you open to circle and probe the entrance. You let out a soft moan, causing him to stop for a moment and imagine what you could be dreaming about. Being touched, being played with, being used…it turns him on even more since you have no idea what's happening to you.

He keeps gently rubbing his finger in circles, adding a bit more pressure until you start to get wet. It covers his finger and makes it easy for him to slide it further up towards your clit. You shift again, another soft moan, so he holds his finger there until he can tell you're still asleep. Then he slowly starts to move, just enough to stimulate you, his finger tensing and releasing to make you feel a throbbing sensation under your clit. He slides his finger back down and starts to push it inside this time. You sleepily moan but he doesn't stop, he keeps going until his finger is all the way in, then he holds it there to see if you wake up.

A minute goes by, two minutes, nothing…so he starts to carefully rub inside you, following the textures with the pad of his fingertip. Over your ridges, along the folds, rocking back and forth and playing with the pressure to test how much he can get away with. Pulling it out, then slowly pushing back in, his fingers are fully exploring you, without you even knowing. He notices how wet you've gotten now between his other fingers, dripping down and spreading all over your thighs which are still sandwiching his hand. It feels so hot all over down there, and he starts to think about how much he wants to shove his cock into you, if you would wake up or not, if he even cares if you do anymore. Your body clearly wants this, it wants to be fucked, it wants to be used.

He pulls his finger out slowly and reaches down to touch himself, covering the end of his shaft with your juices so he can slide in easily. The tip moves to the back of your thighs, and slowly starts to slide between them, towards your now wet and messy cunt. He starts to push inside…causing you to shift your leg a bit and softly moan, and he resists the urge to slam the rest of the way in to make sure you're still asleep instead. It feels so good to slowly push into you, feeling you squeeze around him, as he imagines you dreaming about being fucked while he fills you up. You start to moan more, causing him to stop and wait several more times until he's all the way in, and he holds it there so you can feel his cock twitch and throb inside you.

After a while he starts to move in and out slowly, your moans get a bit louder and happen more often, but that doesn't stop him anymore. He knows you're about to wake up, but it feels too good to stop, and you won't be able to resist in your sleepy daze. He reaches around and covers your mouth one hand, while the other arm wraps around your neck and pulls you against him. He starts to pound into you faster, feeling you start to push back with every thrust as you wake up like a needy little slut who wants more. You don't even know what's happening yet but you want to cum so bad, it's all you were dreaming about and now it's all you're thinking about, isn't it?

He takes his hand off your mouth and starts roughly groping your tits while he's fucking you. Then he reaches down to start rubbing your clit, lightly at first then adding a bit more pressure with every thrust until you finally tip over the edge, holding you tightly against him so he can feel your body squirming against his. As you're cumming, you finally realize the situation, and don't know if it's the fear or pleasure making it feel so good. Your body feels paralyzed and you want to struggle to get away, but at the same time you love everything about it. You have no idea whose hands are all over your body, whose cock is sliding in and out of your pussy, but you're squeezing around it and pulling it back in anyway because it feels so good. You don't want it to stop.

He keeps fucking you with the same rhythm, giving you no breaks, until all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you, over and over until your mind goes blank. Your body is moving on its own now, you're curving your back and grinding your ass back against him so he can hit the perfect spot. You don't care anymore, and you have no choice now but to be a good girl and lay there, letting him use you for as long as he wants. That's exactly what you want too though, you're just an obedient little fuckdoll that craves being used.

Over time you hear his breath and moans start to build up by your ear, turning almost feral. He pulls your hips against him with one hand as he pushes in as deep as he can go, causing you to snap out of your trance and let out a cute little yelp from the pain. The other hand wraps around your throat and tightens, and you let out a muffled groan of satisfaction as you feel him throb and pulse inside you again. You feel him start to fill you up from deep inside, and the warmth spreads as he slowly starts to pull out. You feel his cum dripping down your thigh, onto the bed, but you just lay there silently and wait, processing what just happened. Part of you doesn't want to know who it was, and he takes the silence as a chance to grab his clothes and sneak out of the room before being confronted.

The next morning things seem normal to everyone else, but you know one of the guys there used you. You glance around at everyone while they're talking and try to see if you can tell who's guilty, who glances away the fastest or has the hardest time maintaining eye contact. As you look around, the thought of each of them inside you runs through your head. You lock eyes with the guy you're interested in, the one who did it, but you can't tell. Ultimately, you decide there's no way to know for sure, but you secretly hope that whoever it was will be there again next weekend.

[pr3tt1est-bby-b0y]

I drank more than I should’ve at that party. Fuck. My friends are about to leave and my ride dipped. Whatever. I’ll walk. It’s not that far, plus it will sober me up.

I say my goodbyes before stumbling out the door. The air outside is warm. It’ll be a nice walk. I walked for about 20 minutes before a car pulled up next to me.

The window rolls down. It’s the guy I met at the party. And maybe I should be nervous but the walk is nice and I’m still drunk. “Remember me?” he asks.

I laugh, “Yeah I do.” “Yup, do you need a ride?” He’s smiling, he has nice teeth. “Eh, I’m fine, my house isn’t far from here.” His smile turns to a smirk, “I’m sure you know a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be walking home by yourself. Especially with the state you’re in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the state I’m in, and it’s perfectly safe out here,” I laugh out. “Oh I wouldn’t be so sure about that, darling… how ‘bout you hop in. I’ll give you a ride.”

“I don’t know.” “C’mon, free of charge.” I know maybe I shouldn’t, but it’s still kinda far and he seems nice enough. After a moment I decided to get into the car. I gave him directions.

He drives slow, probably because he’s also drunk, or at the very least tipsy. As he drives, I can’t help but look at him. He’s handsome, the car smells like him. He smells like cigarette smoke and very nice cologne. The smoke adds depth to his scent and it’s not overpowering in a dirty smoker way.

“So what happened to your boyfriend?” he asks, breaking the silence. “Boyfriend?” I question, confused. “Yeah, the tall guy you were at the party with?”

“Oh, he was just my ride. Not my boyfriend.” He apologises for the misunderstanding and silence falls over us again until we get to my house. “You live alone or somethin’?”

“What?” “No cars?” I shake my head, “I don’t live alone, this is my parents house. They’re on vacation.” “Ah, I see,” he says as I get out of the car.

“Well stay safe sweetheart.” A laugh comes from my lips, “Yeah you too weirdo.” The house is quiet and dark. So I turn some lights on as I walk through on my way to the bathroom.

I shower and put on jammies before going to the living room to watch some Youtube videos. After about an hour it’s time for bed. I turn off the TV and go pee before going to my room. Upon opening the door I could smell smoke, not from a fire, but from a cigarette.

Weird. I turn on the light. The window is open across the room. I don’t remember opening it before leaving for the party. Whatever I probably just forgot. I cross the room to shut it. As it slides down I hear the door behind me swing shut.

I can’t help but jump and turn around. I come face to face with the guy from the party. The guy that gave me a ride, is standing in my room with a smile on his face. I turn straight back to the window.

If I can’t get out the door, the window is how I’ll have to get out. I barely get it open before there is a hand on the back of my neck, he spins me back towards the room. I hit the ground. He shuts and locks the window.

“Didn’t mommy teach you to check the doors and windows before settling down?” Tears burst from me, I start to scoot away. Maybe I can get out the door. He walks close and grabs my arm. Picking me up and bringing me to him, making my face level with his.

“I’m gonna teach you why it is you should do that, baby.” “Please don’t hurt me,” I sob. He touches my cheek, wiping a tear away, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll be gentle.”

I shake my head and begin to yell, certainly a neighbor will here my cries for help. My cries for help are silenced when he slaps me hard, “Shut the fuck up! Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!”

I don’t say anything now, tears flow freely. He wipes my cheeks again. “Baby, I said I’d be gentle. I just need you to behave, okay?” There’s no use fighting. He’s bigger than me, stronger than me. I nod. What else could I do.

“Be a good boy… lay down.” My hands won’t stop shaking as I walk to my bed. I lay in the middle of it. He stands to the left of me and takes off his belt. He leans down and begins to rub his hands all over me, I close my eyes.

Maybe I can go somewhere else. Maybe I can pretend this isn’t happening. I feel his face right in front of mine. He kisses my nose and says in a sweet voice, “Open your eyes.” I do as I’m told.

“Do you know why this is happening?” Why would I know that? I’m not the one molesting me. I shake my head. “Do you want me to tell you why?” I nod. He grabs my hands, “Well baby, it’s because I care. It’s not gonna feel like it, but if I don’t do this someone else would. And well sweetheart you can trust that they wouldn’t be nearly as nice as me.”

There is nothing to say to him. So I close my eyes again. He tells me to take my shirt off. I do. A chuckle comes from him, “Awe, you’ve got freckles everywhere, huh?” He puts his hand between my legs, “Got any here?”

I grab his hand and push him away, “Please don’t do anything, don’t hurt me. I won’t tell anyone you were here or that anything happened if you leave. Please, just leave me alone.”

He grabs my face, “Darling, you won’t say anything either way. Now this is the last time I’m gonna warn you to fucking behave or I’m gonna hurt you worse than you’ve ever been hurt before. Do you understand me?” I blink at him before nodding.

“Good, now lay back and be grateful.” Again, I do as I’m told and lay back down. He grabs the waistband of my pants and pulls them down before getting between my legs.

His clothes remain on, he just takes his pants down far enough to pull his cock out. I turn my head away so I don’t have to look at him. I can hear him stroke it a few times before he reaches between my legs to touch me. I flinch at the feeling of his fingers exploring me.

“Oh, you’re wet. Are you a virgin?” I don’t say anything. He laughs, “You are, huh. I bet that doesn’t stop you from being a nasty little slut though. You’ve been just waiting for someone to want you that bad.” He grabs my face hard, his fingers digging into my cheeks. “Open your eyes.” I do as he says.

“Tell me you want me to rape you.” I shake my head, “I don’t.”

SLAP.

I don’t want to say that. So I don’t.

SLAP.

He hits me again and my head lulls to the side from the force of it. “I’m sorry! I do.”

“No, honey. I want you to say it.” My face is turning red. Tears are leaking down my temples and wetting my hair and the pillow under my head. I take a deep breath, “I want you to rape me.”

He moans at my words. I want to close my eyes again. “Well then, it’s not really rape is it?” I stay quiet. “I asked you a question.” “No.”

He smiles, “Didn’t think so. Open your legs for me.” I spread my legs open and he slots himself between them. I feel his cock rub against my boycunt and I snap my eyes shut so I don’t have to look at him. He lets out a moan as he pushes his cock against my wet hole.

It slides in and I can’t help the noise that escapes my mouth from the large intrusion. He kisses the side of my head.

“Yeah, don’t worry baby. No one’s home so you can moan as loud as you want.” My heart is pounding and my breathing picks up and soon his entire cock is buried in my boycunt.

When he starts thrusting I bite down hard on my lip. I don’t want to make any noise. It shouldn’t feel good but his cock is big and I think I like the stretch of it. It’s wrong. It’s rape. I can’t like it. But when his hand slips between us to rub my clit I begin to moan. He’s been vocal the whole time, moaning and groaning with each thrust.

“Awe baby you sound so pretty on my cock.” I try to deny the heat building in my stomach. I shake my head and panic as the urge to cum overtakes me. “Wait, no, no, stop.”

It leaves my mouth as he ruts into me pushing me over the edge as he rubs my clit with precision I’ve never felt before. I moan as I cum on his cock. I didn’t want to. But he feels so good.

“Yeah, that’s right baby. You take me so fucking good.” By the third time I cum on his cock I’m pliant, doing whatever he wants me to do. When his mouth finds mine in a kiss, I don’t kiss back. He hits my face. Then kisses me again. I kiss back this time, his hot tongue forces it’s way into my mouth. Without thinking I suck it further into mine. He pulls back, smiling, no smirking.

“See baby, I knew you wanted this.” Then he’s kissing me again. His thrusts become sloppy and harder and I feel his cock twitch inside of me. He moans loudly as he fills me up with a hot load. I cum again, clenching around his cock. He buries his face against my neck until he’s done thrusting.

After a few moments he pulls out. I turn away from him, he kisses my head, puts his cock away and leaves the room. When he comes back he has a warm washcloth, a cup of water and some of my dad’s pajamas. He cleaned me up, made me drink the water and changed into the clothes before getting into bed with me.

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll grow on you.”

[s0dium]

Obsession

Warning: Love drunk men, fingering, titty sucking, nipple play, unprotected sex, love drunk reader

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Love courses through your veins. He’s all you can think about.

You wonder if it's normal to be this enamored with someone, to be this hopelessly head over heels infatuated and obsessed. You can't even focus on what needs to be done anymore because he's absorbed your entire being; he's in your head when you wake up, a gentle whisper in the back of your mind during conversations, a constant in your dreams, day or night.

But it's a doomed one-sided crush you remind yourself. You're not even sure if he knows you exist and in quieter moments, you wonder if perhaps it’s better this way. Loving from a distance means you never have to face the potential heartbreak of rejection, never have to see that polite smile of someone who doesn’t return your feelings. It's safer, you tell yourself, to admire him from afar, keeping your heart guarded behind the shield of daydreams and what-ifs.

So surely, right now in this moment, you must be dreaming.

It feels too vivid, too intense to be just a figment of your imagination. The warmth of his breath against your cheek, the weight of his bare body pressing gently down on yours, the softness of his lips moving against your own with an insatiable hunger—it all feels astonishingly real.

Because it is.

You don't know how but now you're naked underneath him, letting him touch, grope, suck, kiss, nip, and bite anything his hands and mouth can find. He doesn't let up either, he's exploring your body like a starved man, like he'll never get a chance to touch you ever again and wont pull away until he's had his fill.

You gasp when you feel his fingers between your legs, tracing your inner thigh before gliding between your pussy lips. Instinctively, you jerk back at the feeling; his fingers collecting your arousal and sliding up and down. But before you can speak, he kisses you again, his tongue eagerly intertwining with yours. When he finally pulls away, leaving you breathless, a thin strand of saliva connects your mouths.

"Just let me take care of you okay?" He hums before dipping two fingers into your tight hole. "Just been waiting so long to do this."

You don't even have time to react before he's curling his digits and massaging a sweet spot you could only dream about hitting on your own. His other hand gropes your left breast and with his index and thumb, begins to play with your perky nipples. As if that wasn't enough, his mouth found your other breast and gave it the same attention, licking sucking, and rolling your nipple like it was candy.

Colors dance across your closed eyelids and you wonder if this is heaven, if you've died and reached nirvana because the pleasure is just that good. You dont know if you can handle this, handle the fact that he's sucking and playing with your nipples while finger fucking you. Your toes curl and uncurl from the hot searing euphoria that is absorbing your body and emitting from your core. Your back arches off the bed and your crying his name, moaning it even, something you only dreamed about doing late at night when you craved him.

Suddenly, his mouth releases your nipple with a pop and he ceases all of his ministrations, leaving you breathless and confused.

"Fuck, I-" He's breathless himself, his face flushed and pupils blown. "Need to be inside you, need to feel you." He practically groans, and you thickly gulp at his words. Your brain goes fuzzy and you dizzily watch him pull down his boxers, the length slapping against his abdomen after being released from its confines.

He watches you lay down on the bed, breasts and cunt glistening from juices. You dont know this but he actually thinks he is dreaming. You look like a painting right now and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from spilling just at the sight of you.

"Please," You whine, "Please fuck me."

Who is he to deny you?

Without a word he presses his tip against your entrance and slides into you, grunting at the snug fit of your walls. You let out a loud moan from the feeling of him filling you so so perfectly, so well you mentally curse yourself for thinking a dildo or your fingers could ever do the job.

Then with a moan of his own, he slides out of you, nearly leaving you empty, before rocking himself back into you. Oh, how he wanted to fuck you slow and nice, like you deserved, but as the seconds passed, his resolve seep away until he just couldn't possibly hold back anymore.

His thrusts become faster, quicker, slamming in and out of you with such vigor and ease due to your combined juices coating and dripping from both his length and your hole. The friction is delicious, and his tip seems to hit your g-spot perfectly with each thrust. He even grabs the underside of your thigh and pushes them against you, effectively folding you and half and allowing him to go even deeper inside you.

You could feel your rational slipping away as he groaned about how fucking good you felt, about how good you where taking him, how he had been dreaming about this. You want to say something too, say something about how you feel the same way, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth right now is wanton moans of his name.

The pleasure was becoming too much, it had been slowly building and building and you know your about to break any second, burst with such euphoria you don't know if you will ever come back from the high. Before you do though, your brain manages to work again for half a millisecond to express the exact words you are feeling.

"Love you! M'love you so much!" You gasped before letting yourself succumb to the mind-numbing orgasm that was waiting for you. Your whole body shook and quaked from the pleasure and your mind went white. You thought you might cry, from happiness or pleasure you did not know. But you didn't. You simply went limp while you let him use your body like a sex doll.

You are barely clinging onto consciousness when you feel his hips stutter against you and he scoops you up, holding you close while he cums inside you.

"Love you too, love you too." He groans against your ear.

Any character you want ;)

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere who loves to leave perverted voice messages, touching themselves while they tell you all about how they want to take you apart and make you squirm. How cute you look when you think you’re alone. How cute you look listening to these messages and being afraid and disgusted.

Tells you that they left you a present and it’s just your underwear covered in their mess, alongside a picture of you asleep and a gloved hand reaching out to almost touch you.

-Mommabean (dumb ramble)

[uhhhhhhhh-might-go]

Spooning but I press the tip of my cock to the entrance of your pussy then play with your tits and bite your neck until you're wet enough to thrust all the way inside in one go~

[backyardboytoy]

If you had a horny ghost haunting you, and it was obsessed with your tits, what would you do?

Oh lord. Uh, I guess I'll be getting groped by a ghost. Maybe I walked past a cemetery, and suddenly, I've got hands constantly squeezing and kneading my tits. Doesn't matter if I'm im public or not, I can feel the full outline of hands underneath my shirt. My poor nipples always getting pinched and rubbed through the day. I'm constantly horny because of the constant stimulation.

I get home thinking it'll be okay I can at least make noise here. And then the hands start tugging on my nipples. Tugging- going from areola to nipple and over and over. And it doesn't stop after months. I've practically perfected keeping a straight face while my briefs are soaking wet from my own arousel. If this keeps up another month I'd be able to cum with only a mild facial twitch.

Then it happens.

My nipples end up wet in the morning after a night of sleep and then when my nipples get pulled at home I start leaking beads of milk on the floor. Oh no-! And the hands seemed to stop yanking them constantly at home. Making my nipples spray milk when I was in the shower. Or when I'd come home and they'd immediately start before slowly calming down.

My chest gets bigger and bigger under the constant stimulation and near round the clock milking based on my ghosts decision. My chest audibly sloshed now whenever I moved too quickly. My nipples now a fat set of teats from the milking and playing of them. I spray thick, heavy streams of breast milk now.

Then I'm talking to this guy- not about much he's flirting and I'm trying to brush him off. But it's a public place, so I'm not exactly ready when the hands aburptly yank my nipples to milk me. I grit my teeth and my shirts wet. The next yank and my nipples are spraying thick streams right out of my shirt- the guy actually gets some on his- and I'm mortified. I apologize and run because what the hell else do you do in that situation!?

My shirts soaked in breast milk and the hands are gently bouncing my heaving tits up and down, making more milk drip out of my engorged fat nipples. An audible slosh sounding with every soft motion of my tits.

... Was this damn ghost the jealous type? They can't be serious! They give me the fattest milky rack and eye catching nipples and get mad when people want to try them out!?

I can only curse the air blue when the hands squeeze my nipples and finally start milking me proper.

[bratwhorez-deactivated20260404]

a guy apologizing while raping you is so perfect ❣️shaking while he strips you and presses inside, mumbling about "im so sorry, im trying not to hurt you just - please just stop fucking fighting me, youre making it so much worse. just - just let me, ill try to make it feel good for you too but i - fuck, im so sorry, im sorry i cant help it im so fucking sorry" while sloppily thrusting into that warm wet hole that he just cant resist anymore. trying to be gentle, rubbing your clit while he fucks into you because hes trying to make you stop panicking and fighting, trying to make you even wetter so that it doesnt hurt! he praises you for being so perfect when he makes you cum on his rapist cock before filling you up himself ♡

[helplessv1ctim]

i just can’t stop thinking about needy and awkward perverts who touch me inappropriately in public. how they make it painfully obvious too.

how they get on the bus with me, trailing after me and stopping right behind me as the bus is full of people. how i can feel them pressing against my ass and how they even awkwardly laugh, saying that “the bus is too full, sorry.”

how i can feel them press their bulge against my ass, how their hands squeeze my hips to hold me close and how they bury their faces in my hair, inhaling my scent.

how they shamelessly moan and roll their hips— fast and hard — and how they mumble incoherent words under their breath.

how they say, “sorry sorry you’re too pretty i know im sorry im a pervert please let me do this to you please please im so close”, and how they choke on their own moans as they finally cum in their pants like the disgusting perverts they are. <3