Peach

🚨18+ blog🚨 🌸28yo. queer. non-binary/transmasc. they/he. mostly sub.🌸 ⭐️See pinned for more info + warnings!⭐️

[peach-tongue]

Before you follow

Don’t interact:

If you are a minor

If you are a homophobe/transphobe

If you consider trans people to be a fetish

If you think consent is optional (cnc can be hot, actual lack of consent is never ever okay. The rape fantasies on this blog are fantasies.)

Warnings ⚠️:

I don’t tag my reblogs, so you might run into some potentially triggering/unsettling content such as teratophilia/monsterfucking, cnc, rape fantasies, somnophilia, breeding, etc. Follow with caution.

My DMs are open, but I’m not often in the mood to chat with strangers. If you send me unsolicited pics you’ll be blocked

[pigeonsplayground]

your Dom arranges a party with a bunch of your friends who all know of your interest in consensual nonconsent. they keep up pretenses for your partner, drinking and dancing while you remain oblivious to the layers of predatory attention. your friends all watch as your Dom slips something in your glass and finds some excuse to pull you away into a room upstairs.

the music downstairs muffles as they close the door and offer you a joint, flirting and getting close to light it for you. their hand creeps up your shirt as you take a hit, and you inhale too quickly and cough. your body gets hot and then cold and you push at the hands still groping you, but your arms feel so weak and your head is swimming, vision blurring. fingers pinch your nose and you gasp in a breath, losing it again almost immediately when they shove their hard cock in your mouth instead

and when they’re done using your mouth they drag you downstairs with a grip in your hair, and show you that all your friends left you there to get violated. even your friends know what a slut you are, don’t they? and as you lose consciousness, they put you on your back on the couch and explain their plans to use each of your holes until you break

[pigeonsplayground]

getting your throat fucked so hard you can’t talk the next day, and your kidnapper Dom taking you out in public so you’re extra reliant on them. you need them to order lunch for you, ask questions on your behalf, guess what you need when your scratchy voice is too quiet to hear. and of course, you’re not likely to be able to tell anyone you need help ^-^ you’ll just have to let them take care of you

[pigeonsplayground]

thumbs zip tied behind your back while they fuck your throat

[pigeonsplayground]

I need you to pack a bag for a week. We’re going on a road trip.

“what? where are we going?” i ask you, looking up in confusion

We’re going on a road trip, they repeat condescendingly. It’s summer so pack some layers, but mostly pack to keep cool.

“but where—”

they grab your jaw. You’ve got a lot of questions. I’ve told you what you need to know… seems like you need something better to do with that mouth.

their other hand on the back of your head, they grip your jaw until you open your mouth.

That’s it, open up for me.

they smack their cock on your tongue, playing with the spit that gathers there. you can feel yourself start to drool. they rub the head against your tongue a few times before pulling your head forward, burying their cock in your throat.

That’s it. Good toy. deep inside, they push the head in and out of your throat. slow, solid thrusts that test your gag reflex. they pull you off by your hair and look down at you with a dark smile before thrusting their cock back inside.

Good toy, good toy, good toy, they murmur over and over until they cum down your throat

[pigeonsplayground]

the car pulls into the rest stop late at night and your kidnapper shakes you awake. you wake with a start, looking up groggily

I wanna stretch my legs. Get out of the car.

you try to glimpse the time on the clock, but you know not to dawdle and it’s too hard to read without your glasses on. you open the car door and sort of tumble out, unable to get your feet under you gracefully. you rush to their side and they take your hand, pulling you along with them. you sleepily gaze at the line of cars in the lot— full of other people on other road trips already asleep for the night. you yawn and try to wake yourself as you stumble along beside them, shivering despite the warm air.

you don’t really think much of the pit stop until you’re being dragged into the family bathroom and shoved to your knees. you’re easy to maneuver, tired and pliant. they pull out their semi hard cock and put it in your face, telling you to get to work.

you try your best, sticking out your tongue like you’ve been taught and sucking on the head, but you’re really tired and keep dozing off while you try to lick them to full hardness. at some point, they get annoyed and grab a fistful of hair. you can feel them getting harder while they use your mouth carelessly, dominating your throat

[pigeonsplayground]

it was so cold. Pigeon shivered on her little bedroll, trying to keep her warmth close to her body. Rocky was laying behind her on an air mattress, several inches off the ground. they had handed her the air mattress and bedroll while they were setting up camp, and she had noted that her designated sleep spot was much less soft and warm in comparison. now as she curled in a tight ball, her mind wandered over the day.

it had rained on and off since they started set up, chasing the summer heat from her skin. her hair and clothes had been damp, which had made Rocky’s errant touches and caresses much harder to ignore. their body is so warm it’s hard not to want to feel their large hands against her cool flesh. they continued to take liberties with her, grabbing her by the chin or frequently pushing her to her knees to get off in her mouth— but they had also held her hand while walking the trails, caressed her cheek after cumming in her mouth, rubbed her arms to bring warmth to them. Rocky had even given her the long sleeved shirt they wore when they noticed her shivering. it had smelled so nice when she pulled it over her head, and she hated herself for inhaling deeply and smiling to herself.

in her cot, Pigeon felt parts of herself warming up at the thought of hot touches in the cold rain. her heartbeat was loud and fast, her breathing more shallow, her mouth dry. her traitor body knew what her mind didn’t want to acknowledge. but maybe in the dark by herself she could admit it—

she liked Rocky a lot.

throughout all this, she could not deny how sweet they had been. how attentive. she couldn’t deny how their orders made her blood sing with hot desire. she knew her resolve was slipping, and she couldn’t pretend much longer.

she kept imagining their touch, surprised at herself for hoping they would reach out and grab her. she wanted it, and the longer she laid there, the hotter her body became. but the tent was tiny— there’s no way she could touch herself without being caught. she tried squeezing her thighs together, but it did nothing to help her.

maybe—maybe just a little. she listened to Rocky’s breathing, trying to figure out if they were awake. the long, even breaths seemed deep enough. she steeled herself and slid her fingers down her naked body— Rocky had taken her clothes— and between her legs. she was only just able to feel how fucking drenched she was before a deep voice drilled straight through to her bones.

“Now I know you’re not touching my property.”

Pigeon squeaked and pulled her hand back like she was burned, but it was too late.

Rocky was on her in a moment, dragging her back by the waist, hauled up onto their air mattress. her cold body pressed into their hot body and melted instantly. one hand found her throat, the other twisted her arm behind her back, pinning it between their bodies before running down her body possessively. tugging her nipples and roughly palming a breast before dipping to touch her cunt.

the instant they felt her wetness, Rocky groaned low and guttural in her ear. she felt that straight down to her cunt and found herself grinding into those evil fingers. she was whimpering but couldn’t help herself, spreading her legs in shame, wanting more. Rocky growled and pushed her over onto her stomach, one hand on her hip and one pressing her head into the air mattress, slipping their cock inside her in a smooth, brutal stroke

the mattress muffled her surprised cry— it was so fucking big considering how long it’s been since they had fucked her, but she was clearly wet as sin. Rocky did not hesitate, slamming their hips forward to chase their own pleasure. Their hands gripped her hips punishingly, and she moaned thinking of the bruises she would have tomorrow. Rocky pushed the small of her back, forcing her to arch more, and the deep hits made her feel lightheaded.

“This is mine. Do not touch it without permission. This pussy is mine. Mine, do you hear me?”

The slap across her ass ripped a moan from her throat, and she burned with the realization that others in the campground might hear them.

“yes, i hear you,” she said plaintively, “please”

another snack. “Not loud enough.”

“yes, yes I hear you!” she cried, “please! please keep it down, there are other people here.”

“Should have thought about that, huh? If you don’t want to be heard, then stay quiet.” they laughed as they slapped her ass a third time and the sting made her yelp into the pillow. “I’m going to breed this tight cunt now, sweetheart. Hold on to something.”

[pigeonsplayground]

your kidnapper makes you wear a short skirt with no underwear during your road trip, laughing when you sit on the seat and burn your thighs and pussy on the hot leather

[pigeonsplayground]

oh they also make comments about the wet spot you leave when you get up 😓😓

[pigeonsplayground]

mail order companion

you bought a companion android months ago, and have since been anxiously awaiting the arrival of the customized doll. it is made to order so you tell yourself to be patient, but it is excruciating to wait. when you finally get the notification that it’ll be delivered on a thursday, so you take friday and the following monday off of work in order to spend time playing with it.

it's thursday. you’ve been watching the delivery tracking on your phone. when you confirm the package location to be in your town, you make your excuses at work and beat the evening traffic home. the delivery driver must have been disturbed by your terse demeanor and the way you practically shoved their tablet back into their hand after signing. you close the door briskly and turn to the large box. it was hefty with the weight of the doll. that would do nicely. you wanted to feel the real weight of someone—not some lightweight approximation of a person

suddenly the box was open before you, though you don't remember the steps that led to that. you brush aside the packing materials and look at its face, breathing a sigh of relief. it looks... so normal, it's almost jarring to see it in a box. you could feel your control slipping by the minute, and so your eyes and hands darted through the inventory of the package swiftly.

doll, charging accessories, default clothing kit, customized clothing kit, and *special use* accessories. everything was accounted for

the doll was clothed in a simple sundress that rode up slightly around the thighs as you pulled the doll from the box. you felt your cock harden and you groaned at your mind's question of which hole to use first

[pigeonsplayground]

from the moment their fingers brushed the on switch, i was aware of them. my new owner. ancillary sensors and monitors are processing my environment at all times, so i can detect activation words while dormant. so i felt it when you brushed the packing materials from my face, and i heard it when you groaned in lust. i felt you lay me back on something soft— a couch maybe? but i couldn’t see anything. i couldn’t move my limbs. i could feel my body being manipulated, the sensation of fabric across my artificial nerves. i felt as a hand caressed my body, felt the shivering and clicking of my internal processors as they prepared for activation

that’s when i felt a hand stimulating the cunt between my legs. i felt my sensors shift and produce slick to reduce the friction, even though the sensation was dull and distant. my mechanical brain froze— that’s not what was supposed to happen next. certainly, companion dolls are used this way... customers will do all sorts of things with their dolls. but they’re supposed to implement the startup sequence and then start the customization process. there was entire thread of set up to go through, menus of personalizing material… why— something slid inside my cunt and it shut off my auxiliary processing. my world narrowed to that hole and to the flesh that filled it. my brain craved more input than my systems would provide without a full set up.

my entire body is made of coding meant to respond and please and serve, and i am denied the ability to carry out my prime functions. i feel the intensity of my new owner’s use of my body, can detect their grip on me and their grunts in my microphones. electrical impulses fire and fail to execute anything, my entire existence sluggish lines of incomplete programming

it felt wrong. it felt dirty. and yet my parts leaked slick freely at the careless use of my body. my electrical parts hummed and whirred and twitched with artificial want. it might be against the expected pattern, but it is what they want. my owner. my new owner. they wanted me so badly they could not even wait for me to wake. they wanted to use me. my limp, idle body warmed and my hole leaked lubrication around my new owner's cock at the pleasure of being used for my purpose

[pigeonsplayground]

lately i’ve been cumming to the idea of someone waking me up by using my body, and hearing “good morning, meat” groaned into my ear

[pigeonsplayground]

dripping spoonfuls of medicated honey into your evening tea so i can have my way with you later….

[pigeonsplayground]

android cnc scene where they find me while i’m charging— essentially unconscious and vulnerable. while plugged in, i’ll stay in a dormant mode unless directed otherwise. but my mic and cameras and sensors still work, so everything is recorded while you violate me. i can’t respond, physically or verbally, when you expose my holes and use them to your discretion. but my processors still sift through the data files and prompt the decision to archive them or not

[pigeonsplayground]

thinking about how these scenes will replay for me in rapid time upon booting up, so I can experience them again while conscious. what if the longer you violated me, the longer my buffer time before I am lucid and responsive to command. Would you wait and watch me, enjoying my muddled state? Or would you get impatient and force me immediately, so I come to, already experiencing another violation

[pigeonsplayground]

Non con fantasy where a princess, tired of her knight's chivalrous rejections, decides to simply drug them and take what she wants

[pigeonsplayground]

Knight who struggles to grip the princess's hips in the throes of their heady dreams, wondering how their imagination was able to conjure up such dirty, erotic, explicit phrases-- and in the princess's voice no less. Let alone the feeling of her lips and cunt milking their very soul out through their cock

[natyregay]

you may have heard that having an orgasm isn't the goal of sex, but have you ever thought about setting other goals? i didn't. so here are some suggestions from my therapist for goals during sex or masturbation that don't include an orgasm!

try a new position

try a new toy/prop/technique

turn yourself on

get wet/hard

feel sexy

edge yourself

hit subspace/Domspace

discover something new you like

act out a fantasy

spend time with yourself

dress up and take pictures as a momento

[pigeonsplayground]

hot domme making you a spiked drink in black latex clad hands, smiling sweetly as she slides it across the counter and into your trembling hands

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the ‘daydreaming your crush would break into your room’ to kidnapping kink pipeline

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secretly touching yourself in the dead of night, suppressing your every noise in order to stay quiet. and yet the sharp slither of your femme’s nails slide up your back and to your shoulders, sleepily drifting down to confirm your hand is buried in your underwear. hearing their breathy chuckle in your ear as they snuggle closer and encourage you to keep going