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I won’t send nudes ever, don’t try to convince me to send I will block you. If you want someone who sends and can’t accept a no DNI (I do love receiving pictures tho if you are into that 😛)
I only turned 18 this January so I am still pretty young- if you have a problem with that DNI :3
I am on here to figure myself out a bit more regarding my sexuality, kinks and preferences yay (so feel free to dm me or ask anything, as in gross asks or fantasies are all ok, I would greatly appreciate it >.<)
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All content regarding things like cnc, misogyny, etc. I only support in a setting between consenting individual as kinks (if you are genuinely misogynistic irl DNI) !!!
I respect anyone’s boundaries and limits so please respect mine if we talk yeah :3
I need more mutuals who degrade me to sext with sigh :(
Repost if you are a filthy whore who likes the feeling of helplessness, of being demeaned and humiliated and of being used and abused like an anonymous fuck doll with zero self respect
wish i was shyly sucking you off after a first date… i dont normally do this kind of thing, i swear, but everything cooked just tasted so good, and youve been so charming! i ask you to warn me before you cum because i “dont like” swallowing. as im sucking your cock, you shove my head down and start shooting your hot piss right down the back of my throat and into my stomach. at first, im mad, because i told you to warn me before you came, but then im mad because youre fucking pissing in me! and then with horror, i realize that i recognize the taste of your piss. it was in everything fed me.
and i fucking love it.
And imagine me snickering while holding your head in place, relieving myself right down your throat, but the same laugh you heard from the kitchen while I prepared your food, just before I brought it out.
Then it all makes sense. When you heard the sound of liquid filling your bowl and thought it was broth. When you heard me sigh in relief like I'm doing now and thought I was just satisfied with the food. When I refused to try anything from your plate/bowl. When you noticed something almost pungent about the smell and taste, but thought it was too delicious to not slurp up.
I hope you realize all these things while you start to lose oxygen from my cock pouring a steady stream of urine into your stomach, blocking your airways. Then, right as you're about to tap out, I pull your head back just far enough to urinate directly onto your tongue. I don't want you to pass out, but I want to make sure you never forget the taste.
I have to share this experience I had with a Dom a while back (online). He was actually a switch but I just wanna talk about me subbing for now.
He was so mean and I really loved it omg. He called me so many names like slut and whore and made me call him daddy or master. He made me call myself a whore and beg him to be mean to me. Also he threatened to do stuff to me, like gangbanging me with his friends, cumming and pissing in my food and making me eat it, using me whenever he wanted, using me in public so everyone knew I was such a whore.
And his punishments were really gross (that turned me on so much omg) like this one time he made me drink a bit of my own piss, which tasted horrible and I gagged so much, but I still do it cuz I wanted to be a good girl for him. I need that again so bad…
i wanna be a cumdump for a group of older men. perverts who just wanna rape me until i can only think of their cocks. wearing skimpy clothes so that they can fuck me whenever. no clothes when i’m going to sleep, they need full access to my holes so that they can rape and breed me in my sleep. i always have a plug so i can keep their warm cum in me but they make me take it out in public so people know i’m their little whore as it drips down my legs
Warning! This is written about consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest, not actually related, CNC in a way, and Bladder play!
Waking up to Dad arms wrapped around me. He had snuck in during the night. It's so cute to have him spoon me! This is kinda rare for Dad to do. Except he starts pushing down on my bladder. Making me squirm, dad...really need to pee. I try to escape his grasp but he doesn't let me go. Hold it, wanna cuddle my little girl. He kisses my cheek and holds me closer.
He stops pressing on my bladder and I try to stay still. Going back to the small cuddle session when he does it again and I gasp. Let me go pee and I'll be back, he holds me tighter. First I need something from you, his other hand coming to my thigh and lifting it. Pulling my panties to the side and I whine shaking my head. I won't be able to hold it, I was still sleepy and holding in the morning is always the worst for me. You will hold it, I feel him drag is cock through my slits before pushing in.
I gasp softly and push my face into the pillow. He groans at how bad I'm clenching around him. Fucking me from behind and pushing on my bladder every once in a while. I grab and bite onto the sheets trying my best to not let go. Tears even coming to my eyes. I couldn't make a mess, that would be so embarrassing. I should've known better, dad doesn't just do innocent cuddles. I feel him push down again and I leak. I start to freak out, stop! Stop! Fuck i'm going to- shut up and take it. Didn't I say I wanna cuddle my little girl?
I whine loudly and try hold it as he fucks me. I swear he's going harder and quicker now. He's doing all of this on purpose. I pant and wipe away stray tears as I start to shake. It feels torturously good, he's moaning into my ear. Soon enough he's pressed against me so close he's basically pinning me to the bed. His hand and the bed pressing against my bladder and I whine again. I start to leak again, tearing up, when he suddenly pulls out and pushes in completely. I squeal, then biting down on my pillow, tensing, and trying to stop. You make a mess of this bed and I'm fucking you silly all damn day.
He keeps pushing into me, testing my limits, and pushing on my bladder. I tear up and nod, I don't want or need messes. You hold it or I'm doing this until you learn how to. He growls into my ear before pulling out and going back to fucking me. I'm in a haze now shaking as I try to listen but I'm a mess of feelings. Tears blurry my vision as embarrassment is one of the things I'm feeling. Why is this overwhelming good? I whine again and try my best to hold. He has a goal, I know he does. The way he's fucking into me shows he wants me to break.
I pull away from my pillow as I feel it again. Dad dad dad dad please! Fuck! I sniffle as he changes the position, now on my back, and keeps pounding into me. Making me let go as my sniffles turn into a small cry. I feel him spank my thighs and laugh at me. Really are just a stupid little girl. Couldn't hold it while your dad fucked this pretty hole? Pathetic, he shakes his head acting disappointed but his reaction showed pure satisfaction. Might as well cum inside you, already have a mess going anyways. He moans and now I press on his lower stomach.
Y-you can't cum inside! I'm not on anything dad! I hiccup and sniffle with wide eyes. He knows he can't cum inside he just doesn't care. Did you care when you made this mess? I nod but he scuffs, no you didn't! Because obviously you didn't hold it. So dads not going to hold it either. He's breeding this damn cunt all he wants. He's pushing my hips back into a mean mating press before moaning loudly and filling me up. Watching me shake and gasp as he proudly fills me up.
Yes this was written early morning while I squirmed.
your husband lifts his gaze slowly from the newspaper he was reading.
"fun?" he indulges you, tilting his head slightly to search your face. you suggested something without a description intentionally to make him ask for an elaboration, meaning what you're about to tell him will either be very intriguing, or the complete opposite. he searches your features in an attempt to determine which it'll be. "what kind of fun?"
you pause to make him squirm in anticipation. "i was thinking," you murmur, tracing your finger along the couch's lines with your fingertip, a sign of nervousness. "we could try… being available to each other. like whenever one of us wants-" your face goes warm, "sex."
the newspaper lowers down to his lap so your husband can stare at you intently, but he doesn't move otherwise. he's seated with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his legs apart in a lazy manspread, looking way too composed for what you just suggested. your body is so tense right now that you feel the urge to take a cold shower before the conversation continues. why isn't he saying anything?
"available," he echoes your choice of words. "as in free use."
you nod, trying not to squirm in your seat. "mhm."
he hums, tongue running over the inside of his cheek, and his eyes drag over your body as if he's already imagining all the different ways he can catch you off guard and ruin you. just as you suggested.
"sweetheart," he murmurs quietly, folding the paper and setting it aside, "do you even know what you're agreeing to?"
you shrug, a guileless glint in your wide eyes. you couldn't seriously be asking him this. you, who cries within the first ten minutes of him fucking you and tries to crawl away from him when he's pounding into you, wants to be free use for him, constantly? "i trust you. there... shouldn't be any issues."
he leans back in his chair and lets a silence pass once more. he seems to be considering it. the longer he goes without talking the more you squirm. he lays a cheek in his palm, and continues. "and why do you want to be free use for me?"
your eyes widen and your lips press together. you're nervous but trying not to show it. "it's not just me, you know. both of us are available for each other. i just wanted to suggest it because it's been on my mind a while."
"mm. no other reason?"
you hesitate a second too long, and he notices immediately. his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "well," you fidget, toying with a thread on your shirt to break eye contact just long enough so you don't explode. "i just thought it might be exciting."
"exciting... how?"
you puff out a soft breath and try to play it off. "i dunno… like, getting dragged into a public washroom while we're out grocery shopping. or, like… in the car. pulling it over so we can go to the backseat. or while i'm doing laundry."
"so you mean you want me to be so desperate i can't wait and have to have you. right then, right there."
you fidget again, but nod. "mhm."
he laughs once under his breath. "that's cute. so if you're half asleep," he says, "and i want to wake you up with my cock inside you, you won't mind? or if we're on a hike and you're in one of those pairs of leggings i really like, i can put you up against a tree?"
you nod, but look away bashfully. "i said whenever."
he hums and looks away for a moment in an attempt to stay calm while he processes. then he looks back at you, tutting with a pitying look on his face. like you're a lamb up for the slaughter.
"you don't know what you just agreed to," he says affectionately, like he's sorry for you.
you frown, feeling like he's underestimating you. "yes, i do."
he smiles. "you really don't."
-
the first time he tries out your new agreement is when you're brushing your teeth with him the next morning. you're standing at the sink in just one of his old t-shirts, groggy, hair messy, toothbrush hanging from the corner of your mouth as you blink blearily at your own reflection. he's behind you, pretending to brush his teeth too, but he's just looking at you.
your thighs are bare. the shirt rides up when you lean forward to spit into the sink, and he can see the crease where the back of your thighs meet your plush ass. he's entranced by the quiet way you operate when you're still half asleep and unaware of how good you look.
he swishes some water in his mouth and spits, setting his toothbrush back in the holder while watching you. you didn't notice he was ogling until you look up to meet his gaze in the mirror reflection to see him reaching around to pull you flush against his chest, lifting his hands under your shirt from behind to cup your tits. you don't wear a bra around the house, much to his convenience.
"just trying something fun," he murmurs into the curve of your neck, kissing the soft skin there. you tip your head a little, a pleasant feeling washing over your body as his thumbs roll over your perked nipples. he then wraps his hand around your throat to tip your head back. "aren't you so pretty?" he coos, one hand toying with your breast while the other gives your throat a light squeeze. it does nothing for your sanity. your brain might as well be slipping out of your ears.
you try to respond, but all that slips out is a helpless little whimper, the toothbrush still dangling from your lips.
"you're already shaking," he says softly, letting go of your throat only to glide his hand down the front of your shirt, past your navel, and into the waistband of your thin cotton panties. "and it's not even been a minute since i started. why're you acting like some helpless little virgin?"
you slip the toothbrush out of your mouth and drop it in the holder, using both hands to hold his wrist to keep yourself steady. "you're being mean," you breathe, embarrassed by how quickly he's unraveled you.
he hums, slipping his fingers inside your tight pussy to find you warm and wet. your hips jolt, but you don't move away. "i'm doing what you asked of me," he corrects you, his tone patient. "you said 'whenever,' remember?" he begins to lift up your shirt and tosses it onto the counter beside you, and your panties come off right after. then he pushes you forward so you're bent over onto the smooth marble in front of you.
he leans over your back, palm pressing down gently between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. "you know what your problem is," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear, "you get way too ahead of yourself. then you ask for things you're not ready for."
"baby please," you whine, grinding your hips back, only for him to pull away. he's teasing you. you look back at him with frustration, wanting friction against your sopping core, but he's not allowing it.
you feel him hook a hand under your knee to prop your leg up on the edge of the sink for a better angle, and he tuts at how messy your little pussy is so soon. he spreads you as much as you can go, then nudges his clothed bulge against your core, listening to your breath hitch and breathy pants to leave your mouth. "hmmh... that spot... do that again,"
he hushes you patronizingly, tugging his pj pants just low enough for his cock to be free. you're completely bare in contrast. with a hand pinning you down and the blunt press of his cock between your thighs, he slowly, maddeningly starts to slip it inside with a purposeful roll of his hips, and the stretch immediately hits you. you feel so full with just the first few inches of his fat cock in you.
your mouth opens around a silent moan, eyes rolling back. your grip on the counter tightens while he rocks into you steadily, holding you firmly while his gaze flits from your hole sucking him in and the lewd look on your face in the mirror.
"you wanted this. look at yourself. look how pretty you are when you're being used."
you try. you really do. your eyes flutter open just long enough to catch sight of your own flushed, wrecked reflection, your hair a mess, mouth parted, as he slowly fills you up to the brink, tip kissing your womb. his hand gathers a fistful of your hair to tip your head up.
your head spins as he thrusts into you roughly, flesh slapping against flesh making nasty sounds that echo off the bathroom walls. "y-you're... haaa gonna be late f'work," you moan as he fucks into you deep and rough, his thick cock curving just right inside you to keep bumping against your sweet spots.
"shit... y'wanna talk about that now?" he tugs your hair a little to make you squeal, using it to keep you in place like it's a handle. "i'll grab breakfast on the way there," he says into your skin. "this is more important."
you reach behind blindly because you're desperate to feel your husband or hold him, but he pushes you back down, then leans down to push his chest flush against your back, his skin hot against yours. he nudges his cock deeper in you at the new angle, moving a bulky arm to wrap around your neck and fuck you in a chokehold.
he groans against your ear, rutting harder now, his rhythm starting to lose control while your back arches for him, trying to take more even though you're so full. his hips snap forward with more force and he chuckles into your ear when you let out a garbled, " 'm gonna cum..." followed by a loud mewl. he groans, slamming into that one spot that gets you to tighten up around him each time his mushroom tip gives it a kiss.
"hmm, ask nicely, sweetheart," he nips your ear and bottoms out with an obscenely wet squelch. "mmmm.... c-can i... fuck, c-cum? please, 'm gonna..." your eyes screw shut and your pussy gushes around his thick shaft, leaving your thighs slick and shaky.
he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you so his cum can shoot as deep inside you as he can. he doesn't pull out right away. arms wrapped around your middle, nose pressed into your hair like he's anchoring himself.
"god," he mumbles, still pumping you full, and there's now a creamy ring where his cock enters your cunt. "filled your little pussy all up, didn't i? now i'll feel bad leaving you like this."
you're too wrecked to answer, slumped forward against the sink, letting him hold you up. he reaches for a washcloth by the towel rack and dampens it so he can clean you up, giving you little kisses the whole time while you cling onto him. he keeps praising you, too. "did s'good for me, pretty baby."
he leaves you with a soft peck on your cheek. "ill see you later tonight..."
-
it doesn't stop after that morning in the bathroom. that was just his warm up, after all; his first taste of what you gave him. the second the floodgates opened, there was no closing them. poor you.
there's the time in the gym changeroom, right after your shared workout ends. you're both sore and sweaty, and you duck into the locker room so you can grab your stuff and head home with him to shower. however, the second he sees your flushed skin and damp chest through your sports bra, he doesn't hesitate to tug you into one of the showers and sit down on the bench, tearing off your clothes and tugging you into his lap.
he'll stuff your panties in your mouth so your moans are muffled, and fucks up into you hard and fast with no shame, even as he hears people talking and shuffling about behind the flimsy shower curtain. "you're gonna make a mess on me, aren't you?" he murmurs against your ear. "you like knowing someone could walk in right now and see you like this? my sweet girl, cockdrunk in a gym shower?"
he makes you cum on his cock, stuffs you full of his seed and leaves with you once the coast is mostly clear.
next was the hike. you're halfway up the steep trail with him, on a quick break on the grass off the main path. you'd just bent over a little to re-tie your laces since your boots had been far too tight, when he'd come up behind you, grinding against you and palming your ass through your leggings in broad daylight.
"shouldn't bend over in front of me unless you want me to do somethin' to you," he mutters, voice low and warm at your ear as he presses himself closer, fingers kneading into the backs of your thighs.
he doesn't give you a second to argue before he's guiding you face first to a tree and dropping to his knees. he pulls your leggings down just enough to get what he wants, and the air hits your slick folds pleasantly. you whimper, bracing yourself as he spreads your ass to have your pussy fully presented to him.
"gonna be quick," he whispers, "just a little taste." he mumbles, before shoving his face right into your cunt.
you gasp loudly and your hands shoot up to brace against the tree bark right in front of you and dig into the wood. you tremble and let out a shaky breath when he licks a slow, nasty stripe from your pussy up to your clit, shaking his tongue a little so it slobbers over every inch of your drooling pussy lips, occasionally prodding your hole.
his hands are firm on your thighs to spread you open wider, dragging your hips back toward his mouth while he eats you out filthy and sloppy. his nose nudges your clit, tongue flicking in and out of you, then slipping deep inside.
you bite your lip and your eyes, wide and panicked, glance toward the trail. anyone could walk by since you're not that far off the path, hidden, but not well. if someone wandered off long enough, they'd find the two of you.
"god," he moans into you, closing his mouth around your pussy lips and sucking gently, then going back to make out with your pussy. "taste so fuckin' good, babe. made for me." your orgasm hits so fast that you barely have time to warn him, pushing back against him so you cream right into his mouth.
-
you intended to have one wholesome weekend without your man ravaging you on any available surface in the vicinity. a family gathering that your parents are hosting. you enter the countryside house with your husband's hand on the small of your back to guide you inside, smiling politely as your relatives greet you both with warm hugs and laughter. everyone is in a good mood, sipping drinks, chewing on appetizers. there's music playing, and scents drifting from the kitchen.
he lasts about twenty minutes into the evening before he leans down to whisper filth into your ear while everyone else is distracted in the dining room. "you keep looking up at me like that and you're not leaving this place without my cum dripping down your thighs."
you stiffen, body heating up with arousal instantly, even as your face stays composed for the sake of your family standing two feet away. your husband knows exactly what he's doing. he brushes his lips just under your ear again, letting his breath brush over your skin while his palm subtly slides down to squeeze your ass through your dress, making you yelp.
he's all over you most of the evening. hands holding your hips from behind, cupping your ass, arms around your waist, smelling your hair... blatant public displays of affection. he keeps whispering things. "you're dripping through this dress," he murmurs while you're getting drinks in the kitchen. "do you even know what you look like right now?"
you try to push him away, but he's already behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder as if he's helping, just to kiss the back of your neck. he's all over you right up until you take a break to get away from the party for a bit before dinner. you choose your childhood bedroom as an escape, needing one second away from him before he decides to finger you at the dinner table or fuck you in one of the bathrooms, but he follows you shortly after.
you just entered your old room, not realizing the door didn't click shut behind you. you make it two steps before he grabs you and pins you down onto your back in your old twin bed.
you jolt. "baby! where did you- what are you- "
"shhh," he murmurs, lips already brushing your neck. "just missed you. five minutes."
your body reacts before your brain can catch up. you tip your head to the side for him, breath catching as he kisses behind your ear and tugs the straps of your dress down your shoulders and pushing it under your tits so he can cup your bare mounds. his thumbs brush over your nipples until they stiffen under his touch, and he groans at your soft whines, pinching and rubbing them with his fingers while he kisses down to your chest, laving his tongue over the swollen peaks. he's practically slobbering on them, one bulky hand playing with one while his mouth works on the other, sucking sharply and then releasing with a wet pop.
he drags your panties down and off your ankles, spreading you into a shameful position to get a good look at you.
"fuck, look at this mess," he thumbs over your pussy with light pressure, teasing you. "this for me?" you whimper a soft yes, causing him to chuckle softly. he leans over you again, playing with your hole while his other hand wraps around his cock to stroke it slow and firm from tip to base, aligning himself with your hole. he doesn't make it easy for you and put it in straight away, instead tapping his cock against your folds and listening to the nasty little squelches that come from you. he slides it up and down, delaying your pleasure to make you desperate.
you gasp and mewl, thighs already lifting for him as he lines up and starts to press in slowly. your body clutches around him immediately, the stretch making your head spin. "ohhh my- fuck," he groans, pushing in all the way until he bottoms out. "tight as ever. made to be fucked in."
you moan breathlessly and tip your head back, letting him start to plow into you. he doesn't waste any time in putting one leg up over his shoulder and thrusting so deep that his balls squish against the curve of your ass and his shaft forms a faint print in your belly from how huge he is. your head lolls back with each of his deep, grinding strokes.
"look at you," he whispers, eyes trained on your filthy expression. "getting ruined in your childhood room. all the innocent memories, corrupted by this one." he mocks you while fucking into you harder. you moan loudly, hands fisting at the sheets, then clawing his biceps, then running down his torso. you have no idea what to do with yourself right now. he's fucking you into oblivion and now you're completely out of it.
"bet your parents think you're still their good little girl," he pants, rocking into you, stretching you out with his fat shaft with every drag. you can feel every vein and the exact angle in which his cock curves inside you. "they don't know you're upstairs getting your pussy wrecked like this."
"please what?" he taunts, slowing his thrusts to an unbearable pace. "please fuck me harder?" he punctuates the question with a sharp thrust so deep inside you your vision swims. "or please fill me up in my little princess bed?" he coos, grinding his pelvis against yours. your mouth falls open in a silent scream as a particularly deep thrust hits your sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine while your back arches off the bed, pressing your heaving tits more firmly against his chest. you can basically feel his heartbeat against yours, thudding in time with his sloppy thrusts.
" 'm gonna cum inside you," he grits, pounding into you hard, cock scraping against your plushy walls and the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every inward thrust. "goddamn, look at me. want you to -haa- remember this." your nails scrape his back. you're crying out softly, trying to stay quiet, but you're so close. you clamp down on him so hard when it hits that he chokes on a groan, hips stuttering as he starts spilling into you with a harsh jerk of his body.
his cock jerks and pulses as he hilts inside you, the thick head flaring inside you as he releases ropes of hot cum pumps into your greedy cunt, your womb quickly filling to the brim.
within seconds, excess semen is already bubbling out around his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets beneath your ass. your pussy clenches and ripples, desperately trying to milk every last drop of him, and he continues rocking his cock inside you as he cums, fingers moving to play with your clit, and you cum shortly after, gushing around his cock and adding to the mess on the bed.
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yes, the idea of reader getting used as a fleshlight is fantastic, but what about reader using him as a dildo? not worried about his pleasure. you're only fucking him because he's a loser with a huge cock.
you're stuffing your panties (lacy, soaked through, reeking of your perfect pussy) into his face in a failed attempt to stifle his loud, unabashed moans. he definitely hasn't been fucked before, if so, not like this. due to his inexperience, he's probably came way too many times already inside you, and so you're bouncing on his fat, slimy cock with cum sloshing inside you and leaking with every bounce onto his pelvis.
"oh fuck- shut up, will you? i'm t-trying... mmnh... to focus," you manage out. trying to sound stern is basically an impossibility when you've got his cock smushed inside you to the hilt.
his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, thighs trembling beneath you as you sink down on him and then rock your hips back and forth while completely stuffed. this method doesn't give him as much pleasure as it does for you, but you don't care. this isn't for his pleasure, or your connection. all you care about is how deep he hits when you sink all the way, how your cunt's clenching so tight he can't stop shaking.
"f-fuck-!" he whines again pathetically through the lace in his mouth, drool soaking the crotch of your panties where they're pressed over his mouth and nose. his eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on the place where you meet him. it's humiliating how desperate he looks.
"you like getting used, huh?" you pant, beginning to bounce again so the overstimulation hits once more. you let his big, drooling cock drag and catch with each rough bounce. it makes that slick, wet sound every time you move.
"ah- ye-yeah, like it soooo much," he moans so loud it vibrates through your soaked panties, tries to say something, but you shove your panties harder into his face so you don't hear what shit he has to say. his cock pulses again and you can feel more warmth spill out of you, overflowing from the tip, dripping down to his balls in glooping heaps. "such a -shit- big fucking cock wasted on a nobody like ngh! you. y-you don't deserve it."
your voice cracks halfway through but you don't stop or pretend this is anything but using him like he's just a toy that happens to twitch and moan and cum without your permission. your hands are braced on his chest for balance, his skin hot and slick under your palms from how hard he's sweating, poor thing.
you push the underwear just enough to see his eyes, which are teary and rolled back. his eyes clamp shut when you drop down especially hard, and his whole body jerks like he's seizing. his stomach tightens under your hands but the second you grind down again deep, slow and mean, he lets out a strangled sob into your panties, soaked through with spit and the sharp scent of your cunt.
"mmnh, fuck, look at you," you breathe out, "you're crying, sweetheart. is it too much?" you coo mockingly, dragging your hips up until just his swollen tip is nestled at the edge of your cunt, nearly pulling out. the area where his cockhead enters you is smeared in cum and slick. he scrabbles at your arms, needing to be back inside you. then, without warning, you slam back down, clamping hard on him.
he screams behind the fabric. legs kicking. you begin grinding down hard as punishment until you feel another twitch inside you, his cock thickening, spurting another weak, creamy load. his fifth? sixth? doesn't matter.
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Idk if you’re open for requests but think about dad toji fucking daughter reader on the couch while mother is cooking in the kitchen. And Toji whispers sweet nothings in her ears and degrades her as he chokes her so that they don’t get caught. Btw love your fics
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your back laid flat against the couch. you could hear the noises of your mother cooking some soup for dinner. your mother, oh your poor mother. she didn’t even know that her husband was rutting into you, his own daughter, right on the couch she was just sitting on. you wonder what she’d do if she found out. who would she be mad at? him, you, both?
you never wanted her to find out. which is precisely why you were trying your absolute hardest to keep it down. but it was you sunk your teeth into tojis rough shoulder, but your moans were still so loud, even while muffled :(.
then, he thrusted into you particularly hard, and you yelped. both you and toji froze in fear, in fear of your mothering coming to check what’s happening.
then you heard it– her usually soft voice booming loudly from the kitchen. “everything okay in there?”
you let out a sigh of relief, breathing heavy and steadying your heart rate. until both toji’s hands slid up to your neck, and squeezed. he resumed his pace, right back to fucking you into the couch.
“you want your mom to come in and see this? huh? you wanna get me in trouble or somethin’? dumb bitch..” he whispered under his breath, just loud enough so you could hear him. you opened your mouth to respond, but no words could come out. he was choking you too hard. instead, you just shook your head desperately and brung your hands up to scratch at his wrists.
he scoffed and sped up the pace, being more aggressive now. you definitely made him mad. “what an attention whore,”
he laughed at your pathetically open mouth, but nothing coming out of it. your eyes started to tear up and your throat dried. conveniently– as if he knew, he spit right into your mouth.
his body was pressed tightly against yours, covering your entire self. the head of his cock repeatedly punched against the spongy area inside your pussy. you don’t know if that or the joking was what was making your eyes roll back into your head.
“fffuck— i’m gonna cum, baby, keep being quiet for daddy.” he squeezed his eyes shut as he finished inside of you, not daring to pull out.
his hands released your throat as he sat back up and started putting his pants back on. you gasped for air, hands coming up to rub at your sore throat. finger-shaped marks were already beginning to form around your neck.
toji looked at your squirming body, and then down to were his cum was leaking out of you. “go clean yourself up, this is disgusting. and cover that up before your mother sees it.” he gestured at the bruises forming on your neck, and sat right back down to his previous position, taking a long sip of his beer.
cw: incest, (unconsensual?)Exhibitionism, kinda noncon, theyre having sex on a site similar to omegle ALLEGIDLY
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ExhibitionistDad!Nanami felt your cunt pulse around his cock in shame as another gasp echoed in the room. There was a camera angled just above the foot of the bed, poorly lit up by a small candle off frame and the faint light of the computer sat besides the camera.
A sob escaped your kiss-swollen lips, shame and embarrassment filling you when you heard another petrified gasp.
Your father, Nanami Kento, had two sick fantasys. The first one was to have you, his eldest daughter he couldn't keep his hands off. And the second one?
Sharing that fantasy with everyone else.
That's why he had you pinned down in a mating press, your most intimace place being recorded by a camera, the video being streamed on an active social platform while your father stuffed you full of his cock :(
ExhibitionistDad!Nanami could barely hold back his load when he glanced back at the appalled faces of whoever was watching the feed, his cock twitching eagerly inside you as he began to pick up his pace once more. He had already came inside you moments prior, your puffy cunt wet and sticky from his eagerness, but as more and more people continued to watch, the more people who screamed and gagged, the closer his impending orgasm grew.
Some people didn't skip the feed. Others stayed and watched, masturbating to the sight of your father fucking you so hard you squirt onto the camera lens. They didn't care who you were, so long as they could watch your father stuff your unwilling pussy full of cum :(
You could barely breathe with each thrust, the tip of your fathers cock kept kissing your womb, leaving pulses 'n pulses of precum all over your squishy insides. Not only that, but ExhibitionistDad!Nanami just wouldn't stop kissing you! His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, slurping on your tongue to muffle your moans.
Another wave of shame filled you when though the sound of sex, an unfamiliar mans voice murmured-
"Fuck...look at that asshole clench...you should fuck 'er there next."
Unwillingly, your ass clenched at his words, puckered and swollen from when your father's ballsack would slap at it <3 You didn't even want to think of the sight. The mess, the taboo, the noise, it all made your stomach and your pussy tighten.
Ahh, but you probably shouldn't have done that...'cause now ExhibitionistDad!Nanami just spilled his 2nd load deep inside your cunt, your womb happily taking it all in as you prayed you wouldn't get pregnant after this!
It happens after seventh period, behind the gym.
You’re not there. Of course you’re not. You’re probably in the library, whispering with the nonfiction aisle like it’s a lover, annotating Kant with the meticulous touch of someone who cares too much about ideas and not enough about appearances.
Atlas Crowe is there, though. And so are they—his court, his entourage, the boys who surf his spotlight like it’s theirs to ride. They’re huddled around someone’s phone, laughing.
“She’s so plain,” one sneers. “Like, what’s the draw? She’s not even hot.”
Another voice—mocking, nasal—joins: “He’s into her mind, or whatever. Probably gets off on her telling him he’s morally complex.”
Then a third. This one quieter. “No joke, I started a doc. Just to track her. What she posts, what she likes. Thought if we could figure her algorithm maybe he’d snap out of it.”
Atlas doesn’t speak.
At first.
He steps into the circle slowly, like a predator trained not to ruin the hunt by lunging too soon. His expression doesn’t change—still regal, still unreadable—but there’s something in his eyes. The kind of shine that comes before something burns.
“You made a folder about her?” he says finally, voice colder than usual. “You thought dissecting her would explain me?”
No one answers.
“You think I’m confused?” His smile sharpens. “You think I’m under a spell?”
He doesn’t shout. Doesn’t threaten. He just looks at them. Each one. Slowly. Deliberately. His silence is scalpel-sharp.
“I’d delete that folder if I were you,” he says. “And then I’d start praying she never sees it. Because if she does…”
He tilts his head. “She won’t hate you. She won’t even react. But I will. And you don’t want me reacting on her behalf.”
The silence that follows isn’t awkward. It’s surgical.
One boy stammers. Another looks physically ill.
They scatter after that. Some delete the folder immediately. One transfers schools by semester’s end.
Atlas doesn’t tell you what happened. He just shows up that evening with your favorite drink and a handwritten note stuffed into your locker that reads:
I heard someone say you weren’t beautiful enough for devotion.
I almost believed them.
Until you disproved every theory I had about love.
You don’t make me fall for you.
You make me surrender.
The next day, you’re halfway through shelving library returns when a new rumor finds you.
Someone saw Atlas withdraw from student council. Another claims he skipped lacrosse practice.
You don’t know what’s happening.
You just feel the shift—like a campus constellation suddenly missing its brightest star.
Later that week, you see it.
His yearbook photo—the one that was supposed to be perfect. Cropped close. Gorgeous as expected. Cheekbones sculpted like entitlement. But there’s writing across his collar in glitter marker, impossible to miss:
Valedictorian of Obsession.
You didn’t put it there.
He did.
Atlas Crowe, former heir to everything, now willingly condemned by adoration.
It’s not just performative. It’s a thesis.
And you were the hypothesis that ruined him—beautifully.
He catches you outside debate club just as twilight wraps the building in philosophical blue.
No crowd. No entourage. Just Atlas, alone. Unmade.
“I used to win awards for thinking fast,” he says. “Now I think slow. About you. About what it means to be wrecked without needing repair.”
You don’t reply.
Because there’s nothing to fix.
Just you.
And the boy who let every crown rot the moment you made him kneel.
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Extra Credit Pt 2 — Popular Yandere x Nerd Reader
You're "dating" him now. Or at least, that's what everyone says.
You haven’t defined anything. Haven’t kissed him. Haven’t given permission for the school to redraw its social map around your desk, now permanently claimed by Atlas Crowe and his glitter-dusted notebooks. But he walks you to class. Carries your bag. Knows your schedule, even the moments you forget. And when he talks to you, his voice gentles, like he's taming something wild.
The rest of the world doesn’t understand it.
“She’s such a fucking geek,” someone mutters in the hallway. “He could have anyone, and he chooses...her?”
It’s not envy—it’s confusion. Your existence unsettles the script. The golden boy wasn’t supposed to spiral around a socially invisible academic. And yet, he does. With a fervor that borders devotion.
One afternoon, Atlas presents you with a student ID card. It’s not yours. The picture’s grainy, but the name is familiar—someone who used to talk to you in AP Lit, now mysteriously homeschooled.
“I found out she called you creepy once. Thought you should know,” he says simply. You don’t ask how he got it.
"Why should what people like her say concern me?" you say meekly, as he stares at you, pure devotion pooling in his greenish-yellow eyes.
Later, you receive an anonymous post: The King has fallen. She rules him now. It’s written in calligraphy—Stangley, in your most frequently used font. One kid even made a banner of your face photoshopped beside Atlas under the caption Academic Royalty starts circulating, half satirical, half reverent.
You're supposed to laugh. Instead, you change your lockscreen.
During debate club, Atlas sits in the back. He never speaks. Just watches as you dissect arguments with a surgeon’s grace. After one particularly vicious win, he kisses your temple in front of everyone. The room goes silent.
“You’re terrifying,” he whispers against your skin. “That’s my favorite thing about you.”
That night, your post gets 83 comments. Most are theories.
Some say you bewitched him. Others say you hacked his grades. Most genuinely believe you're dating to destroy the popular caste system from within.
You shut the laptop and feel it again—that pressure. Atlas doesn’t just want you. He wants your entire world. Wants to imprint onto your thoughts, wear your interests like a second skin. He quotes you in conversation, even when you're not around.
“I heard her say this once, she's so cute...” he tells his friends, describing your opinion on moral relativism like it’s gospel.
And yet, when he looks at you, it’s not just obsession. There’s awe. Atlas Crowe—Varsity, Valedictorian, Venus incarnate—is starstruck by you.
“I know you're uncomfortable,” he says one day after class, hand ghosting yours. “But I swear, I’d rather be weird beside you than worshipped by anyone else.”
You let him hold your hand. You let the rumors breathe. You allow yourself to wonder, maybe, what it would be like to truly belong to someone like that—fully, recklessly, inexcusably.
And Atlas? He keeps collecting your devotion like extra credit.
i want a pretty boy to want me so bad. want him needy, clingy, whiney, devoted. want him to never even think about someone else. want to be the only thought on his pretty mind. want him utterly in love and obsessed.
Can i message you to be ur pissy little pup? I woke up and my pants are still dry, but i didn't take my morning pee yet and i still gotta drink smth to take my vitamins ....
I’m at my peak of fertility and really need someone to breed me. Fill me with loads of cum. It would be better if we did a gangbang breeding party so I don’t know who the father is.
