ShadowedOppulence

18+ Only! She/Her, 23. One horny mess. Not too terribly active, but asks are open.

[shadowedoppulence]

Introductions

Hey! This is a kink blog, so no minors allowed at all. I will block any ageless profiles following me.

I’m a queer female. Generally more on the submissive side, but I don’t mind switching it up if I see someone asking for it. This is just a profile for me to be horny on. Content is generally untagged -- I tried at the start, but I very quickly got lazy about it. Here you might find: - Cnc/rape fantasies. These are strictly fantasies and should not be viewed as healthy relationship models. Consent is important!

- BDSM

- Monsterfucking

- Possibly some somnophilia

I am not comfortable with:

-Including homophobia, transphobia, or racism in degradation

- Age play

- Bestiality

- Piss/scat

- ED or “thinspo”

- Pedophilia (Obviously)

- Incest

If you want to send me a message:

My asks are open, so go for it! Degrading terms, threats, or fantasies are more than fine. I can’t guarantee that I will answer quickly or that this won’t change at some point.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Rough, sadistic, forced oral, but instead of just savagely breeding your throat to completion like usual, I grip you tightly by the hair and force it in and out of your mouth just hard enough to stay near the edge, jerking off with your mouth, intentionally prolonging your discomfort for my pleasure. Pulling out of your mouth and making you lick my balls, edging myself on your tongue, thrusting it into your throat and holding it inside while you splutter and gag on it. Riding the edge for so long that your entire face is covered in your own spit, and your mouth is dry from your forced oral subservience, until I'm so fucking feral that I can't hold back any longer, and I finally stop edging myself and pin you in place so I can viciously facefuck you until I cum down your throat.

[lxvergirl-exe]

"that's right, princess. fight back. make it difficult... give me a reason to get rough."

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[shadowedoppulence]

I do not have time to be this horny. I have a D&D session in like an hour and a bunch of laundry that needs to be folded. Terribly unfair.

[vanillaplanifolia]

Yeah if I’m being honest I do think about sitting between her legs with my arms tied and thighs forced apart, mouth covered, sore everywhere, leaning against her so weak and defeated while she’s kissing my neck and whispering all sorts of evil and sweet things into my ear and holding the base of the dildo she’s shoving inside of me at a pace that makes my eyes roll back quite a lot actually

[vanillaplanifolia]

The Gift

Sapphic original content. Minors and cishet men DNI.

CW and subject: Noncon fantasy. Kidnapping. Tied up. Big strap. Crying. Degradation. Fear play. Guilt. Groping. Overstimulation. Threesome. Domme x switch x sub/victim. Original content.

Word count: 2,100+

Summary and disclaimer under the cut.

Summary and character descriptions: Scene portrays a dominant character (“you”) performing sexual acts on an unwilling, tied up and implied to be kidnapped character (“her”) together with a submissive/switchy but willingly participating character (“I”). Sex toys including a vibrator and strap-on are used.

NOTE! Do not read if sensitive to the topics. This is a piece of creative writing and erotic fiction that exists in kink setting only.

The Gift

What the fuck? The apartment is dark and silent when I arrive. You were supposed to be home by now. Maybe you’re just late. I head to our bedroom ready to get to bed after a long day. The closer I get to the door, the clearer I can hear: soft, beautiful, defeated cries. I open the door.

“Hello, baby. I’ve got a gift for you.”

You have her tied up and gagged, barely clothed, her blouse unbuttoned and makeup running. She gets scared by my apparently unexpected arrival, but for a second I can see hope in her eyes. Maybe I’d help her? Maybe she’s safe?

Poor girl.

You’ve been teasing her. There are toys all over the bed, the one in your hand still buzzing.

“Like what you see? Do you want to join us?”

My heart is racing, I feel her fear. But I’m already wet by the sight.

I smile at you, softly. She sobs, the hint of hope gone.

“Do you feel bad for her?”

A little, I nod.

“You don’t need to. This is on me. She’ll be fine. I’ll take care of everything. It’s all on me. Just enjoy yourself. Just enjoy her.”

You press the vibrator onto her panties. She cries out.

How long have you been going?

You reach out to pull me closer and kiss me.

“Get comfortable, baby.”

I start undressing. She gives me confused, concerned looks, but she’s clearly too shy to stare.

“Look at her, slut!” you tell her, firmly, but almost sweetly. “You’re here for her. So look at her.”

I blush. She doesn’t dare taking her eyes off me now. She’s squirming and her eyes fill with tears, but she watches. And I watch her.

“Do you want to touch?”

I shake my head shyly.

“C’mon, baby, don’t be so nervous. You don’t need to do much. Just help me a little. Take off her panties.”

I nearly moan as her wetness leaves a streak on her thigh. She’s too scared to kick or struggle, but you hold her still just to make sure. You don’t want me to get hurt. But I can tell you certainly want to hurt her.

She begs through her gag as you get yourself ready. I draw circles on her skin with the tip of my finger while you pull up the harness. On her stomach, on her hipbone, along her thighs. Like I’m consoling her. But I’m not.

“Touch her.”

That wasn’t a suggestion. You’re telling me.

I look her in the eyes when I stroke her up and down with my finger, nervous but enchanted. She can’t help but arch against my touch. You’ve left her so sensitive. I look at you, silently seeking your reaction. You look proud. I feel like I’m channeling your power.

I get braver. I want my lips on her skin. I want to taste her tears. I want to cup her breasts and squeeze until it hurts.

You lean your back to the wall, your arms crossed, watching me losing myself for a second. Letting go and using her. Doing what you might. Her cries and distressed moans make me crave for more. Finding my way down her body. Kissing her torturously light between her legs before tasting her like I’m starving.

You’re wonderfully patient. This wasn’t the plan, but you must be too proud of me to stop me yet. But she starts tensing up. You don’t want her to have the relief just yet. Not this easy, not so gentle.

“Aren’t you eager!” You cue me to come back to earth. “Would you like to do the honors?”

I know you’re teasing me. I smirk, giving her a couple more licks until I give her back to you. You kiss me again, tasting her on my lips, and wipe the side of my mouth with your finger.

She’s a mess when you spread her open. Letting out helpless and broken, exhausted exhales, drool dripping from the side of her gagged mouth. She sounds heavenly. I can’t get enough.

I lie down by her side. You push her knees further apart until she’s trembling from the intensity of the stretch. Gliding your hands along her inner thighs. Grabbing her waist. She sobs harder. I can nearly hear the repetitions of “no”, muffled and vacant.

I’m almost jealous by now. And I don’t even know which place I’d rather take.

You look like you’re about to finally stab in the length of the toy, when you step back and let go of her instead.

“Stay still.”

There’s the kind of coldness in your voice that says you’re not playing games. It’s not me you’re talking to, but I freeze nonetheless. Out of habit.

You shift your gaze to me. Your vision burning every spot of skin it touches. Yet I shiver. You meet my eyes and get closer. Climbing on top of me. I can’t move.

“Could I get it wet with you first?”

I’m wide-eyed while I look at the size of the toy, a weapon that wasn’t meant for me. So I thought.

You smile. You don’t wait for my answer when you start rubbing it against my slit. I let out uncontrollable noises. I’m ridiculously wet.

“Don’t you want to know how she’s going to feel?”

I’m panicking but my eyes roll back. This too wasn’t planned. You still want to keep me on my toes.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you like I’ll hurt her.”

I could cum from that alone. The words make her restless, but you stare her cold and she settles. I nod, I can hear myself begging. Yes, please. Still, I’m tensing in fear as you press the tip of the toy against my entrance.

“Breathe out deep, baby.”

I let the air escape my lungs and my muscles let go.

“Again.”

You’ve got me. I’ll be okay.

“And again.”

Each time you push half an inch more. Over and over. Stretching me with patience. I can tell you want to thrust your hips against mine. You’re holding back so much, and I know I’m safe. I know you’re going to take it out on her in a moment, and it makes me clench around the toy halfway inside me, making it harder for you to keep pushing.

“Breathe out.”

When it’s nearly as far as I can take, you tell me to keep breathing. You stay still, leaning forward to kiss me. I can feel the fire that’s taking over you. Our few seconds of privacy accompanied by her troubled noises. Her wordless pleas.

We smile against each other’s lips.

You rock gently inside me a couple times. It’s too much, but I love it. I moan harder as you pull out exhale by exhale. I catch the rhythm, breathing deep without you needing to remind me.

I’m getting impatient. I know you are too. I want it inside her instead.

I decide to get behind her, having her head on my chest, her back against my stomach, leaning back to a pile of pillows. I love to see I’m surprising you as much as myself.

She’s held her pose all this time, her thighs wide open. Still, you press them further apart, as if to tell her she’s not doing good enough. It’s unfair. It’s what she deserves.

I stroke my fingers against her cheeks, wiping away the streams of tears still flowing. She shakes her head, but she’s given up trying to talk. I move my hand to unbuckle her gag, asking permission with my eyes. You nod. She coughs, but still doesn’t dare to talk.

I have her tied up hands, clenched in fists, pressed between my legs. I subtly rub against them while you get ready, lining yourself up with her hips, taking position.

It takes maybe three full thrusts to force your way into her. The way she cries is like music. She squirms and arches, wordless and irresolute.

You’re violent. Not a cell in you holding back. I comfort her, though it’s nothing but mockery.

I wonder if it hurts more like that.

My throat feels tight, there’s a heavy feeling in my stomach. I fear for her but I love it too. I’m getting wetter, and so is she. She sounds like an angel. You sound like you hate her.

I touch her all over. You keep going. I grind against her hands. I’m not sure I should. Do you notice?

I remind myself that she’s here for me.

I try hiding my shock when she starts moving her fingers. Barely, struggling to angle her wrists right, but clearly trying. I’m doing everything I can to hold back reactions. What is this for? I’m confused but I let it happen. Does she think she’s going to win me over like this? Appeal to my empathy?

How pitiful, I think. This stupid slut. I hope you break her.

You reposition just slightly, and she goes abruptly silent for a few seconds. Her hands retract into fists. You smile devilishly, taking a knowing glance at me, and keep pounding. She can’t help but moan. It’s still too much, her face twisting every thrust. But there’s no helping the deep sounds that shake her body, swirling in the back of her mouth before struggling out.

You’re gonna break her, I say, with faux concern.

“I might.”

You barely get the words out between your labored breaths. You seem truly dedicated to make it hurt. To go as hard as you can. I can tell you’re enjoying it too. It’s hard to say which keeps you going harder, your pleasure or her agony.

While she’s getting her soul fucked out of her body and you’re losing yourself to the rhythm of your hips ramming against hers, I feel like I’m the only one who’s still in control of herself. I feel powerful yet small. You must think you’re giving me a reward with all of this. She might think I’m below you. But you’re doing this for me, aren’t you? Haven’t I made this all happen?

She’s gasping for air. I’ve been groping her, the skin of her breasts is hot, my nails have left marks on her skin. I reach one of my hands between her legs. She’s swollen.

She squeals. I’m barely touching yet she’s tearing up. It must be so much for her.

You like the sight. The way it gets you going makes me press harder. I know it hurts. If I didn’t love the reactions, yours and hers both, I would pity her and stop.

I press my lips against her ear. Look how she’s pushing into you, I tell her. Don’t take your eyes off of it. Look at what she’s doing to you. Look what we’re doing to you. My whispered words and moans indistinguishable.

I don’t know how long it’s been for her in this room. It’s impressive how long she’s lasted. She must be fighting the pressure building in her so hard. How wrong it would be to cum.

You’re not going to be able to help it. Resist all you want. Give her a reason to get rougher. We don’t care how long it takes. Take your time.

I feign patience, but I’m desperate to feel her squirm against me, tense and twist as she cums. I rub her faster, cuing you to give your worst.

She’s shaking, broken gasps escaping her throat.

I keep rubbing her while squeezing my other arm around her body tighter and tighter. She’s shaking her head, you push down on her thighs as she starts kicking her feet.

I hear myself exclaim as you place a hand around her neck.

The sound of her finally tipping over the edge. The sight of your eyes dark with pleasurable anger. The feeling of her skin moving feverishly against mine. The lingering taste of her. The ache left in me by the toy. The rush of joy and the hint of guilt. The wonder of loving both.

I can’t help but moan with her.

She’s so spent. Can’t keep her eyes open. You yank out the toy and a flash of pain visits her face, only to shut her eyes again. Still whimpering and sniffling,

“What a lovely little thing I got you! So easy to fuck into pieces. Look at her, baby. Isn’t she beautiful like that?”

You notice the worry on my eyes and take my hand.

“I’ll take care of everything. She’ll be alright. You don’t need to care right now.”

You don’t need to say it twice. Your reassurance is enough to make me shift my focus on myself. How my body feels like a million burning sparks. How I’m still savoring the sounds of the past minutes in my mind. Her limp body still resting on my chest. You help her down, her head onto a pillow. Facing us. Tied up still and her thighs sticky.

Will you please take care of me now?

[blushforher]

fyi you don’t have to stop after i cum. you don’t even have to slow down. actually why don’t you go a bit faster. don’t i sound so fucked out for you baby? i’m so sensitive and its all because of you

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚

[purplef3mme]

faux sympathy is so hot.

thinking of someone taking my virginity, at first they’re being super sweet and caring but suddenly they start going faster.

when i tell them it’s too much, they just coo at me, telling me to take it & that it’s supposed to feel that way. ofc i wouldn’t know any better </3

[terriblewitch-deactivated202606]

I'm so horny I can barely hold my own boundaries and I need a scary woman to take advantage of that for her benefit asap

[terriblewitch-deactivated202606]

please, women with dominant or sadistic urges I take orders so well and I'm capable of expressing my boundaries. Also those boundaries are more and more flexible the more you hurt/overstimulate me so if you want to rape me you can probably get away with it.

[gendersouponao3]

pin me down with your whole weight and fuck me rough and hard…moan in my ear that you’re gonna come inside, tell me good fucking toy, tell me take it take it take it as your voice breaks and your hips stutter and you fucking rut against me as you fill me up

[adollible]

One dom with her boot on the chain of my cuffs, pinning me down while another dom fucks me on the floor

[moss-boy-brained]

I'm such a little bitch when I'm jerking off. I always slow down or move my vibrator when I get sensitive and end up fucking up my orgasm :(

Need someone to help me do it properly. Hold the vibrator against my clit. Tie my hands down so I can't get in your way. Make me cum again and again until I finally do it right.

[shadowedoppulence]

I don’t know how much abuse my cunt can take. Maybe you should pry my legs apart and find out?

[shadowedoppulence]

I’m perhaps just a little bit desperate for someone to be mean to me and might just come at the very first insult.

[pr3ttypunisher]

going to ask you questions while you’re crying from intensity. “can you still talk, baby? tell me who’s making you cry like this.” watching you struggle to answer. “say my name, sweetheart. let me hear it through those pretty tears.” not letting up until you get the words out. “good girl. now use your words and thank me for making you feel this good”

[witchieswitch]

Thinking about cooking with her…including some playful banter. Me teasing her about something small till she pins me against the kitchen island, bending me over. Her pulling down my shorts and panties on one go while I can barely comprehend why she’s doing this.

“Do you really think that disrespecting mommy by calling her ‘bro’ like one of your little bratty friends is good?” She’d say, her hand landing on my ass to leave a mark, again and again. I can just cry and beg, whimper her name. Her fingers would slip into my drenched pussy so easily, no resistance whatsoever.

“You’re such a dumb little slut for me, aren’t you? Drenched even though mommy is hurting you. It’s pathetic really.” She’d say while I get closer and closer to an orgasm. “Go up to the bedroom, I’ll make sure the only thing on your mind is my proper title.”

[kisseism]

did you know that you can straddle a girl's thigh to force her legs to stay open and hold a vibrator against her clit until it's puffy, extremely sensitive and throbbing in a way that reverberates through her entire body? more importantly: did you know that that's the perfect moment to pull the toy away and slap her cunt really hard while telling her how pretty she looks?

but, just to soothe her, you need to get between her legs and press your tongue against her clit. she's going to cry and whine and try to push you away but you can ignore her, she knows her safeword and is perfectly aware she could stop this whenever she wants but she... doesn't. anyway.

girls are such fun fucktoys <3