I wanna have my face shoved into my mattress while someone holds me down by the back of my neck and fucks into me so hard that the only thing i can do is drool and whimper. I want someone to use my harness as leverage to ruin both of my holes until they’re satisfied. I want them to chain my legs so i can’t close them and use me all day long even while i’m begging them to stop.
There's something about different monsters fucking you in their own way that just makes me drool
Werewolves being aggressive and rough and leaving scratch marks all over you, knotting inside you and slowly getting more and more affectionate. Nudging and nuzzling your neck while they leave little licks across your body where they hurt you.
Vampires being obsessed with biting you and marking you up as theirs. Pinning your arms down as they take the time to enjoy how warm you are and the noises you make. Writing words into your skin with your own blood to claim you.
Tentacle monsters treating you like a glorified toy and just shoving their appendages into your holes when they wanna get off. Carrying you around completely naked, petting your hair, and fixing a pretty collar to your neck so everyone knows you belong to them.
Demons coming into your room and tearing all your clothes off to fuck you, whether you like it or not, cause they had a rough day. Choking you to watch you squirm under their grip. Calling you every derogatory name they can think and spitting in your mouth.
a fantasy: what if a couple of guys from housekeeping walk into my hotel room and discover me passed out and naked on the bed.
oh sure, they’d gone through the standard procedure of knocking on the door and saying “housekeeping!”, but hearing no answer, and seeing no “do not disturb” sign, they assumed the room was empty and used their card to enter.
they see my dress and shoes from last night thrown on the floor. they see the empty bottles of alcohol on the table. they see my naked body on the bed…I look so tempting. i’m lying on my stomach, with one leg pulled up towards my body. my shaved cunt is exposed. my ass is there for the taking…. and take it they will.
one guy shuts the door. they both climb onto the bed. i don’t stir. they get their cocks out. they see that there is cum already dripping out of my ass and cunt - it’s clear that i’m a horny little slut. they use all of my holes. they grope my tits. they slap my ass. i don’t stir for any of it. they cum inside me a couple of times each. i’m nothing but a pliant sex doll for them to use.
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when “just the tip” becomes “you feel so good. can i push it in just a little deeper” becomes “i’m sorry, you're so wet and i couldn't stop. you feel so fucking good” becomes “you're so turned on rn look at you... do you like how it feels, too? do you like when i accidentally fuck your þussy nice and slow and deep like that?” becomes “you're such a fucking slut for making me want to fuck you like this. i can't believe all i had to do was tell you it'd just be the tip and now you want me to keep fucking you like a cute pervert, dumb slut... you wanted me to become obsessed with your pretty body. and now you're shaking from cumming all over my cock and begging me to stop? you don't really want me to stop doing this... do you? ...no? you like when i make your little hole all wet and sticky, huh?” ♡♡♡
Oh what I wouldn't give to be tied up to a set of stocks or breeding post in the middle of town for anyone to use. To be stuffed full of cock every hour of the day until I'm leaking constant streams of cum down my thighs and chin, only to be plugged with even more by yet another cock. Maybe I'd even have someone shoving their pussy against my face for me to eat out, to lap hungrily at their wetness until they're coming around my tongue.
Just to be a free cumdump for an entire town that even the lowliest of the low could use. I'd get no say in who or how I was fucked. My ass, cunt, and mouth would all get absolutely destroyed by the end of the day.
And then I'd be taken back to my holding cell when the sun is already down. I'd be strapped too a fuck machine to keep me nice and ready for the next day's work and given enough food to keep me healthy.
When I get to be too pregnant to be used to harshly I'd be rented out to gentler people until I had to go on bed rest. Then, once the baby is born, I'd be right back on the rack to be fucked raw and bred once again. <3
Warnings: heavy cnc, breeding (no pregnancy mention), primal
Oohhh god I want to be chased through a forest like I’m someone’s prey. I want to be stalked until the moment is right for them to pounce, tearing at my clothes as I kick away.
I run, fuelled by fear and desperation but I’m nowhere near a match for their speed. This is a regular activity for them. They just have to wait for me to tire myself out and then they’re wrapping an arm around my middle, grabbing my shoulder and forcing me to the ground, face down, ass up. With their free hand, they fully expose my cunt. It’s dripping wet.
I struggle weakly against their grip, kicking and pushing, as if I could be any match for them. They laugh, high and playful.
“What are you doing, little one? Can’t you see how your body needs this?”, they growl, almost a purr, into my ear. I have goosebumps. They’re right, my body is on fire, my pussy is throbbing and begging to be fucked. Any sense of logic I have is fighting desperately to hang on. This is a stranger, after all, who has me pinned to the forest floor with the full intent of filling me whether I want it or not.
It doesn’t matter. Their cock is out and it’s lining up with my hole. I keen as they push in, and they let out a low groan as their dick is embraced by my drooling, hot, cunt. I’m not struggling anymore, my mind ceases to exist as my body accepts what it needs so desperately, and I submit to them. They keep a tight grip on me, holding me still as they bottom out, leaving me no time to adjust to the burn before they start desperately rutting into me. Their hips are meeting mine at a brutal pace, it’s sure to leave my ass bruised when they’ve had their way.
I can’t think of anything except the sensation of being filled, and this strangers intoxicating scent. I need them to breed me. I need their cum in me and I need to be marked by them. I feel the head of their cock find my cervix, and I cry out as they brutally pound into it. My face says I’m in agony but my body can’t get enough, it needs more. My cunt needs it.
Their stamina is far better than mine, I feel myself approaching an orgasm fast. My whines and whimpers grow loud and impossibly desperate as I grapple for something to hold on to, grabbing handfuls of leaves off the forest floor. It hits me like a train, and my eyes roll back in my head, body slumping over, limp. They don’t stop fucking me as I let out a long, overdrawn whine that ends in a cry, forced out by the overstimulation of my tight cunt being stretched and their balls bumping up against my t dick. They pant and grunt with each thrust, growing more and more animalistic, like this is nothing more than instinct.
They use me like that for hours, whispering praises and insults about how I’m the perfect breeding whore, I’m so good for listening to what my body wants. How they might just have to take me for their own, I feel so good around them.
When they’re finally ready to cum, my eyes are glazed over and watery, and they shove their head right up against my cervix so that it’s flush. I feel their cum flooding my body, claiming me, and I moan, weakly. I’m theirs now, I’m their bitch.
I think, hope, that they’re going to pick me up and take me with them, but they pull out, patting my cheek and thanking me for being so good. I whine and grab out for them, desperate for them to stay even a moment longer- I am theirs after all, but they turn to slink away through the trees, just as quickly as they’d arrived.
They know I know where to find them, and they know I’ll be back.
I'm still thinking about those inflatable knots, though. Just sliding the toy inside a pretty thing, hearing that wet sound as it goes, watching their face as they take it to the hilt. Then, giving them the first pump that just makes it slightly bigger, watching the way their eyes widen as they feel the stretch for the first time. It's still small, so I can fuck it out of them before thrusting it inside, making them grow more wet as they feel the round shape go in and out of their pussy. Once they're somewhat used to it, I inflate it twice all at once, smirking at them as I see the surprise on their face. At this point, it's slightly bigger than what they're used to taking, so it clings to their walls as I move my hips, forcing it out of their hole before fucking it back inside. Once they start to moan louder, almost reaching their peak, I inflate it again and again and again. This time, I stop every movement and stare down at their pussy as I slowly pull my hips back. It stretches their hole, stuck inside by its sheer size and refusing to leave that warmth. They're whining, desperate as they lose that edge and try to get used to this growing thing taking up so much space, bigger than anything their tight pussy ever took. I just smile, asking if it feels good feeling my knot stretching their pretty hole like this, calling them a slut for even taking something this big inside them. Finally, as they try to fuck themselves on this huge knot, I bring a vibrator to their clit, making them come again and again and again while stuffed full, clenching around it as they shake and tremble.
I want to be grabbed off the street and wrestled into the back of a van. I want two guys purring “pretty boy” and groping my body all over while they tie me up. I want them to peel up my shirt and then my binder, crowing and laughing before they start to toy with my tits. I want them to wrestle my jeans off and take turns fingering me while they bite my tits. I want it to be ages before they fuck me; they want to tease until I beg. They make me say “thank you for raping me” and then they dump me in a park somewhere. They keep my panties and my driver’s license; they might want to come back and do it again.
desperately needing you to hold me down and force your huge cock into me while i struggle against your weight and cry from the pain. fuck me till i’m sobbing, choking on my tears, shaking every time you slam in. let me fight against you, try to push you away in vain because my crying only turns you on more. open me up against my will, ruin me, break me in until my cries turn to stupid cumdrunk moans. my eyes roll back as you fuck load after load into me, and you scoff, slapping me harder. you knew i was nothing but a dumb whore after all.
I just saw someone respond to an ask, and it made me want to be standing on a packed bus, the kind of packed where you can't move at all, and someone standing behind me starts groping my ass from behind and sliding up under the tiny skirt I'm wearing (totally not just in case this happened) and touching me from behind, sliding past my thong with their fingers and when my knees start to buckle from the pleasure, they use their other hand around my waist to hold me tight to them so I don't fall, nor can I escape.
You whisper in my ear, barely audible over the sound of the moving train, that you think I might just be wet enough for you now, and then I feel your cock, hot and solid, press itself between my thighs, rutting against me a bit, in and out of my thighs.
the train takes a sudden curve, and when everyone shifts with the momentum, I can't tell if it's a happy accident, or if you planned it, but suddenly your whole length is deep inside of me, and I bite my lip until it almost bleeds to keep from moaning, and you whisper that I'm such a good little cum-dumpster, and that I'll look so good walking around all day with your cum leaking out of my used hole.
As the train comes to a stop, I can feel you twitch, signaling that you're cumming, and I flush as the hot liquid fills me up so full that my tongue lolls out of my mouth. It's so warm, and as you pull out, fix your pants, and step off the train, leaving me there filled with your seed, I swear you murmur that I'd better hold it in until you see me on the train home again.
Imagine that you’re the consort of a demon king. You learn early on that one of the ways you’re expected to be seen together is with you cock warming him during council meetings. He brings you out in nothing but fine, intricate jewellery and has you sink down onto him. You sit there completely nude and silent, chest to chest and remaining as still as you can for hours on his monstrous dick.
It’s embarrassing the first few times, doing this in front of his demon councilmen. But being his pretty little cock ornament more than grows on you. You love squeezing on him here and there, making him throb deep inside you and caress your thighs or ass. Sometimes you’ll look over your shoulder and catch the covetous gaze of one on the council. They all value their lives too much to touch you, but those looks make it harder to resist riding your Lord and putting on a proper show. You want them to see just how good his thick cock looks pumping in and out of you; how well you can really take it. But you resist.
When business is concluded and you’re finally alone is when he fucks you, taking you right there on his throne. Your jewellery clinks as he wildly thrusts, his adoring voice littered with praises. You’re left with his seed dripping down your legs as he walks you through the halls back to your chambers.
wanna practice kissing with someone!! want you to start nice and gentle with me before you let your hands start to roam all over my body, telling me that it'll make it feel better. slip your hand into my panties and tell me that you just want to touch me and make me feel good and you won't go any further. tell me i'm such a good puppy as you slip my clothes off since you just need to see me!! rub my clit and watch as i squirm and whine into your mouth but tell me it's okay because i feel so good don't i? slide your fingers down my slit and feel how wet i am as you press a finger into me and make me gasp. make me tell you how good i feel and then tell me that it's only fair i make you feel good too. pull your big cock out and when i get nervous at the size, grab my hand and tell me i just have to touch. make me press my thighs together so that you can fuck them since i'm not ready for you to fuck my pussy. slide up further so the tip of your cock starts to slide against my pussy until it slips inside me. when i ask you to take it out, push deeper while i whine because i just feel too good and you can't help but fuck my little pussy. make sure i know it's my fault you're using me as you fuck me nice and rough since my pussy is just so tight around you and you just can't help yourself. ignore me as i beg you to pull out because it doesn't feel good anymore and you're just too big for me until you're pumping my pussy full of your cum. pull out of me and watch as it drips out of me before leaning down and giving me a soft kiss while i lie there all sloppy. >//<
I want an older brother who can’t help but touch me when mom and dad aren’t looking.
Touches to my thighs and knees turn to curiously spreading my legs during bath time to see what my pussy looks like. It’s fun at first, it tickles and I giggle when he rubs at my pussy.
But he gets more daring. At night he strokes his cock and makes me watch, until he’s climbing in my bed because his teen hormones are out of control. He touched me so I need to touch him - but he’s rough and needs more than my inexperienced strokes.
It isn’t long until he’s having me lick his cock , every day, sometimes more than once. On the way to school, where the trees are thickest so no one can see, then again on the way home and one more time before bed.
Then when mom and dad go out one night he can’t take it any more. He pins me down in the living room and tells me to watch my cartoons as he pulls my undies to my ankles and humps his cock against my small ass. It’s too much - he uses his hands to pull my cheeks apart so he can line his cock up with my pussy and force himself inside me with a low throaty groan. It feels too good, he ignores my cries and pained pleas for him to pull out and just fucks me harder until he’s flooding me with his cum.
Afterwards he’ll help me up and run a hot bath so I’ll be clean when mom and dad come home.
He’ll threaten me to keep me quiet, then repeat the cycle the next night, and the next…and the next…
Ok but like... I want you to promise me that you will pull out, but then, as I feel you’re gonna cum, I start telling you to pull out, and I try to push you away, but you’re so strong that u keep me still, and then... well you know🥺
If you’re with me, I’m filling you with my seed. That’s what you agreed to before we met - no matter what you say or what we agree to, the night will end with me finishing inside you. After a few drinks, we’re back at my place and you start feeling nervous, and make me promise to pull out. I smile and agree, knowing that I’m going to finish inside you no matter what.
As I thrust my bare cock inside you over and over again, the feelings of pleasure at bare sex that shoot through your body are mind-numbingly good, and you can barely think. You know you want me to pull out, but each time I bottom out in you, you feel close and closer to cumming, and you can’t help but think about how good my cock feels inside you.
I’m thrusting into you deeper and deeper, and you feel my cock throbbing in you and getting closer to orgasm, and the still-lucid part of your brain remembers you want me to pull out. You can’t remember our agreement, you can’t remember the safe word, or even that you need to say it: all you know is that, even though it feels good, you are ovulating and it’s too risky. If I cum inside you know, I’ll knock you up.
“Please, please, oh god, it’s so good, just pull out, make sure you pull out,” you gasp as I bottom out in you again, sliding my bare cock all the way to the hilt inside you. “Just make sure you don’t cum inside me, oh, oh yes, ugh, just pull out.”
I smile and grunt, and you feel me bottom out inside of you. I’m not pulling out.
“I’m gonna cum,” I say, keeping my bare cock hilted in your fertile, wet pussy.
“No! No!” you cry, as you feel my cock twitch inside you. You try to push me away, but I’m holding you down, and I’m bigger and stronger than you. Nothing you try works, and you feel a jolt of panic. My cock remains deep in your pussy, throbbing and twitching, and you feel a hot jet inside you. Despite your fear and attempts to get away, that feeling pushes you over the edge, and you climax.
It feels better than any orgasm you’ve ever felt before. You feel your womb accepting my seed, pulling it in deeper, as rope after rope of my seed fills you. As you come down from your orgasm, give up on trying to push me away, because I’ve overpowered you, and you accept the feeling of my bare cock and my cum in you.
Hello. I've been following you for a while and I think you're really good at making textposts, and I'm drunk right now. If you're feeling like writing anything about drunk cnc or drunk horniness that'd be real cool. If not that's cool too, you're not a textpost machine. I just wanted to let you know you're cool
Heya anon! Thanks for this, I really appreciate the love <3
Because you asked so nicely, I've got a little something for you. Here's a drunk cnc/cheating concept I've been thinking about lately.
(TW: cnc, alcohol, intoxication, dubcon, cheating | Disclaimer: I don't condone any of the following. Also sorry this is long. I got carried away.)
So I'm at a party at a friend's house. I'm wearing a cute blue top that shows off my tits, and a little miniskirt that shows off a lot of leg and a little bit of ass when I bend over. No panties or bra, obviously. My boyfriend had to leave the party early, so I'm just there, hanging out with some of our mutual friends.
People keep handing me drinks, so I'm way more drunk than I should be. Also, I'm suuuuper horny, and some of the guys are starting to look real cute.
One of the cute guys sits next to me and hands me another drink. We'll call him Tom, why not. Tom and I start chatting and we start getting a little flirty. He's got his hand on my thigh and I keep on touching him whenever I talk. His eyes keep drifting towards my boobs - no surprise, given that my neckline keeps slipping lower and lower, and my aroused state has made my nipples nice and hard. I've also stopped bothering to readjust my skirt, so it keeps riding higher and higher - I'm pretty sure I've given a few of my friends a peek at my pussy.
I know I should be behaving myself - I've got a boyfriend, after all. But drunk me is horny me, and horny me is an uncontrollable beast. So, against my better judgement, I keep flirting with Tom. It's just flirting, after all! I won't let it go any further.
Eventually, Tom's like "Hey, I'm gonna grab some food in the kitchen, you wanna come with?" and I'm like "Yeah, sure!"
We go to the kitchen, which is at the back of the house, away from the festivities and all of our friends. Without warning, Tom spins around and pins me against the counter.
"You're a little tease, you know that?"
"Mmmmmm yeah, I know," I drunkenly giggle.
"Does your boyfriend know how much of a slut you are?"
I laugh and shake my head no.
"No? Not even when you dress like one?"
"I don't dress like a slut!" I protest half-heartedly, "I just don't like wearing a bra."
"Mmm, I'm not complaining," says Tom, as his hand cups my tit and his thumb strokes my stiffened nipple.
"And I take you don't like wearing panties either," he adds, as his other hand slides under my skirt.
"Don't," I mumble, as I clumsily swat his hand off my leg.
"Don't?" he echoes, "C'mon baby, y'know you want me to."
"Got a boyfriend," I reply.
"I won't tell if you don't," he says, as his hand slides under my skirt again. "Just a little feel, c'mon."
The tips of his fingers brush against my clit and I exhale shakily. He touches me again and this time, a little moan escapes.
The next moments are a blur. Tom starts kissing and sucking on my neck as his fingers stroke my wetness. His other hand is groping my tits and playing with my hardened nipples. He's a little rough, but I kinda like it.
I halfheartedly try to push him away and tell him to stop a couple more times, but he pays no heed to my weak protests. He's rubbing my clit in earnest now and....it feels so good. My legs feel like jelly. When he slides two fingers into my soaked cunt, I moan and spread my legs wide instinctively, causing my skirt to bunch up around my waist.
Tom chuckles. "You're so fucking easy."
I'm too far beyond words to respond.
"Such a horny little slut," he says, as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of my dripping wet hole. His other hand pulls my top down, letting my tits bounce free.
"Better be quiet, baby," he teases, as he starts to pinch and twist my nipples. "Don't want anyone to hear how much of a slut you are."
That only makes my heart race faster. What if someone were to walk in on us and see me like this? Pushed up against the counter with my legs spread wide and Tom's fingers buried knuckle-deep in my cunt, his hands all over my naked tits.... why do I kinda like that thought???
The hand that was playing with my tits disappears for a moment and I hear him unzipping his pants. Wait - when did my eyes close? When I force them open, I see that Tom's got his thick cock in his hand and is slowly stroking it as he pumps his fingers in and out of my wet pussy.
"You wanna taste it, baby?" he asks, when he catches me staring at his dick.
"No......" I say. I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice.
"You sure? You're practically drooling."
"Well...maybe just a little bit."
I get down on my knees and go to town on his cock. Fuck, he's so thick. He fills my mouth so nicely. I give it to him sloppy, getting his cock and balls nice and wet. A distant part of me feels guilty for cheating on my boyfriend.... but fuck, Tom's got a nice dick.
He threads his fingers through my hair and holds my head still as he starts to thrust his hips. He pushes his cock deep, nudging the back of my throat a few times. My eyes start to water as I gag on his cock again and gain. Through bleary eyes, I look up at him and realise that he's got his phone out and is recording me sucking him off.
"Don't worry, baby," he says, "Just a little souvenir for me."
I knew that I should protest, that I should tell him to stop recording, that I should tell him to delete the video and go fuck himself.... but for whatever reason, knowing that he's recording me only makes me even hornier. I relax my throat and let him fuck my face as roughly as he wants. His balls are smacking my chin and I've got drool and tears running down my face.
I don't know how long he keeps that up for, but eventually he pulls his cock out of my mouth and drags me to my feet. Tom lifts me onto the counter, forces himself between my legs, and rubs his spit-soaked cock over my dripping wet hole.
"No, Tom, we can't," I say, shoving at his chest with both hands. He's so much bigger than me, I can't push him off.
"You want to," he says, "You're so wet."
"I have a boyfriend," I protest, for what must be the millionth time that night.
"You know you want this," Tom says, as he pushes the head of his cock into my cunt. "You want me."
I moan softly as his thick cock stretches me open.
"Yeah, you do," he says teasingly, "You're such a little whore, cheating on your boyfriend."
"Please stop," I say.
"Only when I've cum," he replies, as he starts to rock his hips back and forth. My eyes roll back from the pleasure and I bite my lip to hold back the moans.
"W-wait, stop, we need - condom," I manage to gasp out.
He scoffs. "It's fine, I'll pull out."
"Wait, no, please--"
"Shut up, you little slut," he snarls, hand suddenly wrapping around my throat and squeezing slightly. "Shut. Up."
My pussy squeezes around his cock in response.
"Oh, you liked that, huh?" he says teasingly.
"N-no, I don't," I choke out.
"Should've known you wear a freaky little whore," he says. "What else d'you like, huh? You like getting slapped around a bit? Getting tied up? Like getting pissed on?"
My pussy betrays me once again, squeezing involuntarily around his cock as he names off my kinks.
"Mmmm keep doing that baby, you're gonna make me cum," he says.
He's thrusting into me harder now, the zipper of his pants digging into my thigh each time he buries himself in my pussy. My tits bounce and jiggle each time our bodies collide. I'm half-hanging off the edge of the counter, with absolutely no leverage or way to wrestle myself off him.
"Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?" he snarls, "Does your boyfriend fuck you like the slut you are?"
I can't respond. Not only because he's got his hand around my throat and is slowly cutting off my air supply, but also because his cock feels so fucking good inside me that I'm well on my way to my first orgasm.
"God, you're so fucking wet," he says, "Guess you like being raped, huh? You were asking for it, dressed up like that."
Part of me knows that I should feel ashamed for getting so wet for him. That I should feel ashamed for enjoying this. That I should feel ashamed for cheating on my boyfriend. That I should feel ashamed for wanting to cum on Tom's cock.
But at this point, I couldn't care less.
It takes one, two, three more thrusts and then I'm cumming all over him, soaking his cock in yet more of my wetness. I'm biting hard on my lower lip to hold back my cries of ecstasy. My orgasm is so powerful that my legs are trembling with the intensity of it.
"Yeah, look at you, such a dirty little slut," he mocks, "What a whore, cumming for me while I use your cheating pussy."
It's at this point that Tom's thrusts quicken and his rhythm starts to falter a little - I can tell that he's close.
"Pull out," I say hoarsely, "Please, please don't cum inside me."
He chuckles darkly. "I'm gonna fucking breed you," he tells me.
"No! Please don't," I beg, struggling weakly against him. My efforts are futile - he's got me pinned in place and there's no way I can pull myself off his cock.
"You know you want my cum," he says, "You know you want me to breed your cunt."
"I don't, I don't, please don't-"
"You're my freeuse cumdump now," he growls, "And you're gonna fucking take my cum."
He slams his cock into me one final time, burying it as deep inside me as physically possible. I feel the warmth of his cum filling me up as he shoots ropes of hot, sticky cum right into my unprotected cunt.
"Yeah, take it, take it, take it," he says, grinding his hips into me. "Dirty fucking slut."
moans get a lot of attention and rightly so but - just someone's breath? hearing it change as you touch them, a gasp when you find just the right spot, getting heavier and faster when they get closer, faltering and ceasing for a moment just before they come, panting, then slowing as they wind down, lying against your chest? i am begging
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