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call me fate | 21. | minors and cishets dni!

[silly-catboy]

MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS / CIS MEN DNI !!!!

welcome 🫶

i'm fate!! 21, bi & genderqueer/nonbinary ftm verse switch :33 (basically a slut)

please don't send unsolicited nudes or ask me for my nudes - you will be blocked!!

dms + asks are open!!! i loveee asks :3 theyre so hot >.<

piccrew used to make my pfp is found here

my kinks are below the cut!!

pretty much into everything but you can expect:

cnc/somno

feminization

forcemasc

petplay

breeding

hard limits/things im not into:

scat

vomit

incest/fauxcest

specifically cis men wanting to hurt me/hit me

cis men in general

[cloves-and-roses]

the idea of someone feeling guilty over what they want to do to me is really fucking hot unfortunately

[run-nd-hide]

big stretch but I say it while I can feel their cunt stretching around me while I force it in

[corruptedbyhim]

Times Up. The room is dim. Expensive furniture reduced to shapes in the darkness. The only sound besides your own breathing is a quiet hum from a digital timer mounted on the opposite wall. Red numerals glow in the gloom: 00:59:57.

Just under one hour.

"You're awake." The voice comes from somewhere near the door. You crane your neck, wrists already testing the leather restraints, and watch him step into the faint light. You don't know his face. But you recognize the way his eyes move over your body. Roaming. An inventory assessment.

He's carrying things. Metal glints.

"The rules are simple," he says, approaching the bed. His footsteps are unhurried. "When the timer hits zero, I undo the restraints. The door opens. You leave." He pauses at the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. "One small addition."

Cold metal touches your nipple. You gasp as he fastens the clamp, the bite sharp and immediate, radiating heat straight down to your core. The second clamp follows. You arch involuntarily, straining against the leather.

He produces a vibrator. Sleek. Expensive looking. You watch him lower it between your legs, watch the silicone part your folds and settle against your clit. He turns it on.

"Every time you cum, an hour gets added to the clock."

You look at the timer. You look at yourself. Spread open, clamped, vibrating.

One hour. You can do one hour. You just have to not cum.

He steps back. Settles into a chair at the side of the bed and watches.

You try to focus on the numbers. Try to think about other things. Work emails. Grocery lists. The pattern of shadows on the ceiling.

But the clamps send sharp little signals with every breath. The vibrator hums against flesh that's growing wetter by the minute. You clench your jaw. Breathe through your nose. Don't cum. Don't cum.

He hasn't moved. He's just watching.

Your hips twitch. You didn't tell them to. The pressure is building low in your belly, a warmth that spreads and tightens simultaneously. You're wet enough now that the vibrator glides, hits new angles.

You bite your lip until you taste blood.

The numbers blur. 00:47:23. You've been holding on for twelve minutes. It feels like hours. Your thighs are trembling. Your breath comes in sharp little gasps you can't control.

He knows. You can see it in his stillness. The way he's leaned forward slightly. Waiting.

"No," you whisper. To yourself. To your body. To the orgasm building like a wave you can't outswim.

It hits you anyway. Your back arches off the bed, a sound tears out of your throat that you don't recognize, and you're cumming so hard your vision goes white at the edges. It rolls through you in pulses, each one a betrayal, each one exquisite.

When you can see again, you look at the clock.

01:46:12

"Impressive effort," he says. He's standing now, holding a remote. "Let's try a different setting."

The vibration changes. Pulsing now. It mimics something. A heartbeat. A thrust. Your overstimulated clit throbs in response, too sensitive, too raw, and somehow already building again.

"No... please.." you gasp out, the words weak.

"Please what?" He moves closer. His fingers trail along your inner thigh, impossibly light. "Please make you cum again?" He dips a finger into the wetness pooling between your legs, holds it up so you can see. "You're dripping. Your body knows what it wants."

You shake your head. But your hips are rocking against the vibrator, tiny movements you can't seem to stop.

This time when you cum, you're crying. Tears streaming down your temples into your hair. The clock resets: 02:38:47.

He fucks you for the first time somewhere around hour four.

Slow, at first. Long strokes that let you feel every inch, that build friction to an unbearable degree while the vibrator keeps humming against your clit. You cum on his cock within minutes. The clock adds another hour. He doesn't stop. Doesn't even pause.

He switches to something harder. Brutal. Each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, drives you up the bed until the restraints catch. You cum again. You can't help it. Your body has stopped consulting you. It just responds. Takes. Shatters.

He introduces other things. Hot wax pooling in the hollow of your throat, dripping down between your breasts. Ice traced along your inner thighs until you're shivering and burning at once. His mouth on your cunt, tongue flicking precisely where the vibrator has made you most sensitive, most ruined.

He talks through it the whole way. That's probably the worst part. "You get wetter when you're scared." "That's three in a row. You're getting efficient." "We have so much time now."

The clock climbs. Six hours. Eight. Twelve. You stop being able to track it. The numbers lose meaning. Everything loses meaning except the next wave, the next peak, the next hour added to your sentence.

Somewhere in the blur, you realize you've stopped wanting it to end.

The thought surfaces between orgasms, when you're floating in that shattered space where language doesn't quite work. You should want to escape. You remember wanting that, vaguely, like a dream you had as a child. But the wanting has curdled into something else.

He slows down. You're not sure when. The frantic edge bleeds away, replaced by something almost gentle. The vibrator stops. He removes the clamps. Your nipples throb with the renewed blood flow, a pain that registers as pleasure now. Everything registers as pleasure now.

You blink at the clock. 00:06:43.

Six minutes. After everything. How?

He's undoing the restraints. Your wrists fall free. Your ankles. You can move. You can leave.

The thought sends ice through your veins.

Leave? Leave this room? Leave him? Go back to a world where no one touches you like this, where you're responsible for your own orgasms, where pleasure is something you have to chase instead of something that hunts you down and devours you?

The silence of outside presses against the walls. Empty. Ordinary. Unbearable.

He steps back. Gestures toward the door. "It's almost time."

Your hand moves own between your legs, finding your clit, swollen and slick and excruciatingly sensitive. You rub with clumsy desperation, chasing the build.

"Don't," you hear yourself say. Begging. Sobbing. "Don't make me leave. Please. I need to cum. I need more time."

He goes still. Watching you fuck yourself on his bed, desperate to add another hour to your captivity. The pressure is building fast, your ruined body trained now, eager.

"Let me stay. I'll be good. I'll cum as many times as you want. Just don't make me go."

Four minutes on the clock.

Your fingers work faster. You're so close. So close to another hour in this room, in this darkness, in this endless cycle of being broken and put back together wrong.

The clock ticks down.

You chase it like your life depends on it.

All you have to do is cum.

[spendabuckq]

??????👀

[n0turg1rlfr1end]

[faywrayconp]

What’s a girl gotta do to get spanked and fucked to tears??

[dykepupbunny]

[bastardphouka]

A thigh job that turns into "just the tip" that turns into bottoming out and shooting ropes of cum in your pussy even though it's not a safe time of the month and I know it

[demitranspupboy]

Dom that really needs to cum and doesn’t care what you’re doing, they pull you onto their lap and say they’ll be quick while you’re playing a video game and they don’t mind if you keep playing, they just need to use you for a minute

[goofybunnysblog]

Don't rush through foreplay. Play with each other until you can't take it anymore.

[dykepupbunny]

some nights when its late i get into such a puppy headspace. like i cant help but curl up and want to be pet. i wanna wiggle my butt as someone praises me or gets me excited about something.

i want nothing more than to curl up next to someone or lay my head on someones lap and they mindlessly pet me. occasionally coo over how cute i am. maybe even give me some treats.

wanna be mindless and cute and cared for

[dykepupbunny]

fuck hes asleep right now and on the other side of an ocean but all i want is for him to pin me down and make me take his strap. need to cry and moan and squirm but be held down so steady and be coo'd at like im the cutest most pathetic thing theyve ever seen. need to shiver as he plays with my clit and teases me about how much i react to him. just wanna be a good girl who takes her breeding so well and looks so pretty when she falls apart. need to be held and fucked and claimed

and after he holds me and tells me how well i took his cum and he plays with my hair and brings me water. need that praise. need that soft touch at the end

[kisseism]

"Can I watch, please?" after catching you touching yourself but watching it turns into you telling you how to do it.

You're already coated with slick, inner thighs red from my slapping and covered in bite marks, and you keep obeying whenever I tell you to stop because, well, you love being good for me, don't you?

So this turns into you edging, making the noises I love and being showered with praise. All that while you're naked, a vulnerable toy, and I'm fully clothed :)

[silly-catboy]

want her to grab my hair and rut against my mouth while im sucking on her clit sooo bad. let her use my face however she needs it. let her take what i know she needs from me.

also want the feeling of her thighs surrounding me so badly like. putting her legs over my shoulders so theres no space around me. it's just me eating her out and i can't get away while shes being a good whiny bunny for me.

coming up for air sometimes just to press kisses into her thighs or push my fingers into her (or both hehe) and calling her my good girl/pretty bunny for taking it soo well.

want it to end with her cum in my mouth and her forcing me to swallow it. and alsoo really want her to squirt all over me.. like i want to be such a mess after we're done :33

[silly-catboy]

basketball shorts + sports bra the most genderqueer thing a person (me) can wear i think

[absolvedgirlcock]

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