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@sheepishfursona
Hello! My blog my rules.
If you don't like my kinks, block and move on
Minors will be blocked on sight
No TERFs or any of their bullshit
No racism, including raceplay
Ask box is off I don't want your opinion
i didn’t mean to whimper. i mean, we’ve made out so many times and it’s never happened before. but she must have done something differently this time, like pulled my hair more or bitten my lip harder than usual, and it just slips out. she pulls back and i’m horrified, embarrassed, unsure what’s come over me. meanwhile, she has the biggest shit-eating grin on her face, her eyes wide with pride. “what was thaaaat?”, she teases. i clear my throat and shake out my shoulders, avoiding her gaze. “nothing,” i mumble as i reach for her again, hoping to resume without any more discussion. but she stops me, tilting my chin back so i’m forced to look into her eyes. she still has that smug look on her face and i can feel myself blushing, my skin getting hot as i fight the urge to look away again. but then she leans down to me, her voice raspy as she commands, “do it again,” and crushes her mouth against mine
THIS IS A POST FROM A LESBIAN NSFT BLOG. CISHET MEN AND MINORS DNI.
Non con fantasy where a princess, tired of her knight's chivalrous rejections, decides to simply drug them and take what she wants
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
if a boy is standing blocking the sidewalk i should be given a monopoly on the legitimate use of violence
if a boy is laying in my bed and my legs are straddling him gently rhythmically pressing my soft cunt into his hardening cock and his lips are quivering mouthing softly "uhm" "fuck" "wait" i should be given a monopoly on the legitimate use of violence
Press your forehead to mine and moan into my mouth as I make you cum on my fingers.
little miss instantlossbait would like to send you a rambling monologue insisting it's not and will never be your plaything.
little miss instantlossbait would like to tell you that actually several minutes is really different from instant.
little miss instantlossbait would like to ask you what you would do to it if you got your fingers on it, like, just in case, so it can know what to avoid, you know?
little miss instantlossbait would like you to ignore the way it shivers when you look at it like that, because it'll never be defeated by someone like you.
little miss instantlossbait says that because it escaped (was eventually freed by its allies) so it doesn't matter how fast it lost because it wasn't really a loss and therefore that one doesn't count.
little miss instantlossbait wants you to know that that the speed at which it loses the capacity for conscious thought returning to drooling and repeating mantras whenever it makes eye contact with you has no greater implications about your relationship with it whatsoever.
little miss instantlossbait would like to tell you that it actually spends none of its free time fantasizing about your touch and that scrolling through its search history like that while it was under is really a violation of the sacred hero-villain trust.
little miss instantlossbait is coming alone to the next fight without telling anyone because it's really worried about what you'd do to its allies and also wants to know when you'll next be available. to fight. so it can stop you. also it's going to win next time.
little miss instantlossbait insists it's not 'addicted to losing'. In fact, that you didn't show up for a month and in that time it got increasingly antsy and pent up and spent more and more time thinking about you was because it was worried about what you were planning. And nothing else. It doesn't even like you.
little miss instantlossbait would like to apologize for its outburst last week and politely requests you please don't leave it out in the rain all night again. It guesses you can hypnotize it if that's the alternative, if you must. But it's definitely going to defeat you anyway so this won't matter.
it's been thinking for a while here, while you've had your hands on and off it for all these battles. it feels like months or years have gone by but really it's only been several minutes, hasn't it? and, in any case, little miss instantlossbait would maybe like to admit that maybe you're right.
maybe it does like losing. maybe it doesn't really want to fight. maybe its will is running out and maybe you finally got to it. maybe it's a bad hero and the strength of its justice isn't enough.
or maybe all its fighting has been because it couldn't admit that it didn't want to fight. because fighting was always the default option. the thing it was told it was supposed to do. the thing everyone always said it had to do, no matter how hard it was.
and to give that up now would feel like losing itself. like admitting it had been making a mistake. like dying.
but now that little miss instantlossbait maybe doesn't entirely want to fight anymore, it's scared in a different way.
what if you only want it because it fights? because it tries to run? because it insists it won't lose? what if that's the only reason you chase after it, not to catch it but to enjoy the run?
little miss instantlossbait thinks that that would be very cruel of you, but you're a very evil woman so maybe you are that cruel.
little miss instantlossbait hopes that if it ever stops fighting, that you'll still want it, that you'll still pay attention to it, that you'll still give it love.
so, little miss instantlossbait asks you this, you evil, evil woman, will you really love it? or did you just want to see it lose?
i have a few friends where whenever one of us has to mute in call or is unable to speak or communicate for an extended period for any reason the other is obligated to immediately start making it a weird power dynamic thing how being the only one able to speak basically means we can arbitrarily reinterpret whatever the other one says or does as whatever we want and we do make it vaguely kinky every time.
On the other hand possibly the best thing in the world is pinning someone down with eye contact alone. Holding an intent stare upon its eyes and watching it slowly buckle under the pressure. Watch the words die on its lips and watch its posture reconsider itself and shift downward. Watch it look away then look back, watch it try to find new words, watch it make its own fawning expressions in turn. Watch it reorient itself around the contact, watch it carve new grooves in itself for you to grip, watch it cut into pieces and feed it to you on a platter. I try not to play with it too much, as it can be so deeply cruel to do so, but at the same time it's so deeply hot.
Yes, of course I love when you beg me to tell you you’re allowed to come for me. But what about when you beg me to come for you? Asking me “please, baby” like me coming around your fingers is all you’ve been thinking of since I came over, since you woke up this morning. Yeah. I like that too.
My "don't cum inside, take it out" take is the top actually laughing and saying "if you don't want me to cum in so bad then fucking wriggle away, go on push me, beat me, struggle to take me out of you" just to enjoy the bottom squirming in desperation trying to get away from them just to filled to the brim with cum
don't leave your dogs unsupervised folks
Me saying "its too big" and him saying "awww you can take it though, can't you baby?" As he puts his hand over my mouth and makes it fit
blind rape
imagine you parked on the side of the road to sleep in the back of your RV, and a giant wasp just shoves its ovipositor straight through the metal roof like its nothing. it can't even see you, but it doesn't have to, the vibrations alone, not to mention your scent, your body heat, hell even the carbon dioxide from your breath. it's getting those eggs into your body one way or the other.
in the dimness all you can see is a vague line from the ceiling to just above where it stabbed right into the mattress between your knees. the mangled fragments of a metal spring are pulled out with it when it raises its ovipositor a few feet to try again. and again. and again. each time getting a little closer, the angle a little shallower, until its rubbing right up against your damp crotch. what's one more barrier? the thin fabric splits open easily with a final thrust, as it claims its host. the eggs are forced in inexorably as heavy globs that seem to be endless, the mass of them wrenching you open and making themselves at home. by tomorrow morning you'll have become convinced that it was a strange dream, a sign of too long isolated out in the wilderness, and before the eggs prove themselves to be real, you will have driven another thousand miles, inadvertently bringing your passengers to new breeding grounds when they're ready to emerge.
being a switch is so fun because i love saying and being told these things:
“i know what you need better than you do right now. that’s why you’re going to listen to me.”
“every time you try to take control i’m just going to bring you right back here. we can do this all night.”
“poor baby. so used to being in charge and look at you right now. so pretty when you stop fighting me.”
“such a good girl/boy. taking such good care of yourself by letting me take care of you.”
“you can’t even hold a thought right now, can you? just nodding at things. so empty and so sweet about it.”
“this is what you needed and you would never have asked for it yourself. good thing i didn’t ask.”
“you fought me on this for so long and now you don’t want me to stop. funny how that works.”
“look at you taking it so well. you had so much to say twenty minutes ago. where did all of that go.”
do you have a butch?
like in captivity?
hey cmere. i wanna show you a magic trick
*puts a shock collar on you*