Just a dumb cow selling nudes

22 year old non beany cow, attempting to sell content. 18+ only! You will be blocked if under 18. I am a porn blog. I will not tolerate mistreating me and you will be blocked. You can support me, message in order to find out more 😏💖 My submissions and inbox is always open! Feel free to submit, or message, anytime.

[kitsiefox]

[stepwolfweredad]

I could be the reason you wake up with your holes aching and something weird and sticky on your thighs, but you just won't leave your drink with me 🙄

[buckingseason]

My stalker finds me in a vulnerable position, alone in an empty, late night train. I didn't take the promises to follow me home seriously, so I have my guard down. I had ignored the messages after they went from "you're so cute!" To "I need you, I love you, you're mine and I can't wait to rape you", thinking it was just over the top kink talk from someone not dangerous. And while the day to day messages from throwaway accounts had gotten... Specific, calling out what sort of places I had been, I still didn't take it seriously. That was my fault.

They come up behind me, and I don't notice until they wrap both arms around me, one covering my mouth so I don't scream, the other just holding me in place so I can't get away.

"Don't struggle," they say, "I have a gun."

I start to cry, but I don't fight out of fear. Slowly, they move the hand that pinned me to their chest up and start groping my tits through my shirt. My noises of unwanted pleasure are muffled by their hand, but they let out an open, shuddering breath. As they pinch a nipple, they rock themselves into me, hard cock straining in their pants. I sob into their hand.

After a moment of grinding against me, they pull my shirt up over my head, exposing my tits to the open air and blinding me at the same time, and start to feel me up with both hands. I'm too scared to do anything, but they don't seem to care.

"You're so soft," they groan just behind my ear, letting one hand trail downward and grab at my cunt through my clothes. "I knew you'd be so soft. I told you that you'd be all mine."

I barely have time to register that this is my stalker before they pull my pants down along with my underwear. They loudly moan as they palm my pussy, before plunging a finger inside me rough and seeking. I sob and try to pull away, but they pull me back against them with a hand on my tits, twisting a nipple.

"Stay still baby," they growl, "I said I have a gun." They stop fingering me just long enough to unbuckle their belt and pull their cock free. They laugh, a high and giddy thing, before forcing my cunt down onto their eager dick.

"You're so beautiful," they moan in my ear, immediately gripping my hips forcefully to get the best leverage. "Ive been following you for months, I'm so glad I can finally fuck you. I can finally use you like a cum dump, just like you posted about, you're going to be all mine. I told you. I told you that I'd find you."

I sob and can't find it in me to fight them, too scared of the gun I've yet to see. I let them violate me, listening to my stalker mumble against my skin about how excited they are to finally rape me, that they know it's what I'm made for, that I take their cock so well and look so pretty stuffed full. It feels like it goes on forever, this stranger who's been threatening me using my body like their own personal Fleshlight. They bite my neck, my shoulder, occasionally grabbing or slapping my tits and telling me how I'm their slut forever now, when they laugh and grip my hips again.

"Do you remember what I told you, last Tuesday at 3pm?" They ask, panting heavy. I shake my head, but it's not clear if I'm telling them to stop raping me or if I don't remember. It doesn't matter, because they do.

"I said I was going to put a baby in you. I'm going to turn you into my beautiful incubator, you're going to take my seed and you're going to belong to me forever." They moan as they murmur in my ear, "I can't wait to start a family with you..."

I sob and shake, only now thrashing but all that does is serve to fuck me back on their cock, making their deranged mind think I want to be their breeding whore. That's what pushes them over the edge, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise and cumming hard, pumping wave after wave of cum against my cervix. They catch their breath as I sob, legs shaking.

Eventually, they pull out, putting their cock away and pulling up my underwear and jeans, trapping their cum inside me.

They smile and practically snuggle me, feeling my chest once more for good measure, and take a selfie with me. Tits exposed and blindfolded by my own shirt.

"Wait til the train leaves the next stop before putting your shirt back down. I still want to surprise you."

For some reason, I listen, and by the time I can see again, they're gone. My hole aches, and I can feel their cum dripping out of me and into my clothes.

When I get home, I shower immediately, finding more messages from them on my Tumblr. This time I block the anon, and the throwaway accounts, instead of just ignoring.

--

A weeks and a positive pregnancy test later, I step outside to get the mail. There's a package addressed to me. Inside is a baby blanket and a teddy bear, with a note attached that simply reads "for our beautiful baby. We'll all be together soon."

[lezhuntr]

if i can be honest i cant quit thinking about raping someone in a closet. maybe late into a party or something. knock them on their ass quick and hard, shut the door behind us and follow them onto the floor. not enough room to be comfortable in any way, just enough for me to paw their clothes off and smother them with me. it’s cramped, awkward, painful, stuffy with the muffled sounds of our struggle. i know im holding their mouth too tight, i know they’re stuck at an odd, uncomfortable angle splayed under me and crammed into the corner, i know it hurts, but i don’t care. if anything it spurs me on more. i know they can feel my words just getting me harder but i tell them im sorry anyway, holding them close, intimate like a lover as i force more and more of me inside, cooing in their ear i didn’t want it to be like this but that i need them to bear it for me anyway

[lezhuntrr]

cursed contraceptive womb tattoo that absorbs all the cum that gets in you, but makes you crave it and leaves more and more pleasure behind in its wake to condition you into getting off on being pumped full like nothing else, regardless of how you used to think of it

[vctmbtch-moved]

Imagine going to a hypnotist's show, cajoling him all night as he stumbled through his routine before finally falling into trance. You think he didn't put you under as you bent over on stage as he fucked you, the hypnotized crowd watching you as he empties his balls inside you and sends you back to your seat with his cum staining your underwear. You leave the show but wait around, thinking you'll jeer and boo at his sad attempt but wind up put back under and then taken against a wall, your body filled with unwanted pleasure as he makes you cum on his cock again and again. You don't know you've been to every one of his shows, the memories wiped away after every time he has his fill of your body.

I wonder if he'll ever take you on the road with him, a pliant body to slake his lusts on as you enjoy blissful oblivion.

going to a show skeptical and ready to make fun of it when i get home, grabbing a drink and getting comfortable. i'm enjoying the fumbling and lackluster performance, allowing myself to actually laugh when it's particularly bad. by the time i'm deep in trance i dont even know the difference.

when he asks for a volunteer and i raise my hand i think it's my own free will, and my own good luck when he calls on me. i don't notice that not a single other hand went up. when he takes my hand and touches my waist on srage i don't even react. his voice slides over my mind without sticking, commands seeping in without leaving the mark of memory. i find myself taking off my shirt and allowing him to grope and tug my breasts in front of the crowd. he pinches and rolls my nipples, pushes my tits together, squeezes them as tight as he can between his hands.

by the time he's had his fill toying with my tits i find myself calmly stripping the rest of the way down. i let him pose me however for the crowd, touch me however he likes. his fingers slide against my pussy and come away slick with the arousal he programed into me, along with the pleasure of all the attention. he has me spread my legs for the crowd as he fingers me, leaning my body into his grasp as he warms me up.

i kneel, and a weighty cock is placed against my waiting tongue. i service him expertly, everything he wants having been carefully planted into my mind over the course of the show. i'm unaware that the audience members have been commanded to touch themselves as a choke and drool on my hypnotist's cock.

he pushes my head back with a single finger, and pushes further to where i simply fall backwards. my legs splay open and he slides his spit-slick cock against my swollen tdick. when he enters me i believe in magic. or maybe in god. either way, its him. i'm split open by something beyond human, something you have to spill open for. waves of pleasure roll through my body with his thrusts, the twinge of pain when he pushes my limits just blending into greater pleasure.

when i cum, my mind empties. i'm held tight and pumped into by the one who can think for me, and soon he fills me with something warm and wet and perfect. he kisses me, sweet and passionate, and i dress myself and return to my seat.

the show wasn't worth remembering, and as i'm on my way out i realize it was bad enough i've forgotten most of it already. what a complete waste of time!

a week later i see an ad for a hypnotist's show. this should be something i can waste an evening laughing at...

[dreamyouppygirlish]

yeah breeding kink rly gets me but what Actually gets me is when it’s forced, when i’m pinned down and crying and sobbing and begging “pleasepleaseplease i’m not on birth control please pull out please i don’t wanna be pregnant please don’t ruin my life” and i’m giving you my best cum-in-me-eyes

[rapeandbreed-fantasy]

My friend was telling me about he wants to open up a club for men, where they could fuck “realistic holes” that’s aren’t human, but he’d kidnap women and use them for the realistic holes, so men would be raping actual women without a clue in the world. I told him if he did I’d volunteer.

[rapeandbreed-fantasy]

Here’s an idea.

Get cum from strangers, freeze them to look like pills and tell your gf it’s a new type of pill, but it doesn’t work if you swallow you, you have to put it in your cunt for it to work. See how long it takes her to work it out.

[joshuaballsett]

[babbhad]

[cipheramnesia]

[marseny]

[joasakura]

[operatorhound]

getting to bounce on it is cool n all but nothing can compare to getting pushed down into the mattress and used like a fucktoy <3

[boywombs]

obsessed with the fact that getting fucked raw just once could already seal my fate and leave me knocked up with a stranger’s baby. they’d coerce me into letting them put in the tip only, and slowly they’d slip in deeper and deeper, precum drooling against my cervix, already decreasing my chances of getting out of this safely

eventually they give up pretending and hold me down, their body blanketing mine as they rut into me wildly, moaning in my ear, ignoring my pleas to pull out. i know they won’t, that they’re getting closer and closer to dumping their load in my pussy, their thrusts getting more erratic

[puppiesdumbplace]

Animated Happy Pupie 💕

Don’t use my art plz✨

[ardentdelirium]

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[never-dissever]

Reminder that BetterHelp doesn't give a fuck about their patients and is actually a fucking terrible way to get therapy.

Please find other alternatives for BH because they're ATROCIOUS.

[backofthebookshelf]

It's also actively contributing to the destruction of therapy as a viable independent practice, which means there are fewer therapists for your health insurance to cover

[blackmeet3]

[soluksuret-deactivated20260516]

[mothmandrivesstudebakers]

She was warned.

The locals always said to never touch a fallen angel, or she'd get hurt.

No one knew why the war in Heaven started, only that angels were falling. Their once prideful and prudish stance now wavering as they struggle to cope with mortal existence. Taking pity on the angels, many offered what little work was available, such as working the fields or assisting the blacksmith. They were confused at the concept of daily work, at toiling for their supper, but they were slowly adapting to the mortal life.

But there is something more, something ancient and powerful, that erupted once an angel fell. Need. The need to touch, to taste, to be tasted. They didn't understand why, but something as simple as a pat on the shoulder would send the fallen one into a state of touch-starved desire, jealousy, and lust.

Sex was not a thing in Heaven. No, angels were above the common mortals that the Gods favored so much. They didn't need intimacy or even touch, let alone sex. So the fallen were consumed by this newfound need, and didn't stop until exhaustion took them.

Often, their sights would fall on a human who showed them that peculiar empathy, the kindness of free food, bandaging their wounds, or the hospitality of a spare bedroom drawing them closer to humans than they had ever before.

And she was one of those humans.

The villagers told her to never touch a fallen angel, that they needed to adjust to basic needs like eating and sleeping first. But if you touched a fallen one, they'd be too strong, their frenzy of emotions and lust easily overpowering any human frame.

And as she was held there against her living room wall, legs wrapped around the fallen angel's waist, sweat glistening on her skin, her cunt dripping and twitching as he relentlessly pounded into her, her only thoughts were the sound of his hips smacking against her body, and his grunts in the crook of her neck.

Everywhere he touched he left bruises. Her nipples were sore from his firm and inexperienced hands and teeth. Bite marks littered her neck and shoulders, and thought was nearly impossible. She tried to convey that it was too much, that she needed to rest, but in his frenzy her words barely made it to his ears.

They came together for a third time as he snarled into her neck, her body weak and sore from hours of being held against a wall. In a moment of clarity he saw the bruising, the teeth marks, the twitching red soreness of her body, all he was responsible for. A new feeling erupted like a volcano, one he couldn't quite understand. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where a barrel tub sat in the corner. Still possessing some divine magic, he summoned hot water, and calming steam filled the room.

After getting her some water to drink and gently cleaning her off, she mumbled something he didn't quite catch, that horrible feeling in his gut overwhelming his senses. He placed her in the tub and she moaned softly, looking up at him through exhausted eyes.

But what was in her eyes wasn't fear, anger, or even pain, it was concern. Concern for him? He looked down at his shaking hands and felt a strange stinging sensation in his eyes. They welled up and started leaking, salty fluid rolling down his cheeks to his lips.

Tears. These were tears. The feeling finally identified itself. Guilt. He cried his apologies and held her softly against him. He knew even fallen angels were much stronger than any human, how did he let himself go that far? Was this the price of free will, causing pain to others who only offered kindness? Will he ever learn to control these feelings?

But when he released her, she was smiling. Noticing his confusion instantly, she held a soft hand to his cheek.

"Next time let's use the bed."