This is a nsfw / 18+ blog, so: I do not consent to minors following it. Unfollow now if you’re not 18 years old or older. I will (!) check for blank blogs and blogs without age, so beware, you might get blocked (I’ve got hundreds of blank blogs/blogs without age blocked already. Don’t think that I won’t block you, too).
I’m into a lot of dub-con or non-con and monster stuff but only in fantasy. It gets me all hot and bothered, but I’d never want anything to happen to me without my explicit consent.
I like textposts and gifs more than videos and I especially enjoy (short) stories about what could happen to a lonely slut alone at night, in a deep cursed forest, in a club without panties or as the entertainment for a party, naked, bound and spread for the guests. So, if you want to drop something in my ask box, I’d love that!
My stories are tagged #sxsllswriting if you’re interested, or you can look at my story masterlist.
And I made a backup-blog in case this one get’s deleted. @sxslls-lux is really me!
If you wanna drop a prompt in my asks, please be aware of things I, personally, don’t like and that I won’t write: extreme violence/gore, scat, vore, oviposition, pregnancy, piss play, age play and CG/L, heavy degradation, incest, bestiality/real animals. Those are just not my cup of tea. A word about bimbo/bimbofication or any other kind of brainwashing: if you can’t recognize me as a human being equal to all others and treat me as such, I will not interact with you. This is not only not a fantasy of mine, but a hard limit (of course, if this is your fantasy, that’s fine. I can only talk for myself).
If you feel the need to drop hate in my anons because you don’t like the fact that I post and reblog cnc content, look at this post.
tl;dr:
I will block you if your blog has no age, consent is key, read my list of limits before sending asks and story promts. Thank you!
That said: I hope we’re going to have a lot of fun!
Bend me over because you aren't sure if my little pussy is even fuckable. I'm so shy and embarrassed but when you tell me to open my legs and spread my pussy lips with my hands I do it.
It's even more embarrassing that my little fuckhole gets all wet, as you randomly push your fingers knuckles deep inside me to test how good I could take your big cock because you are not sure if it'll even fit.
A moan slips out of me as you test how puffy and pink my clit is and how good my clenching pussy is.
When you are ready you give my little pussy a grade and go to the next one to inspect.
it's literally 4am, and i can't stop thinking about having her positioned face down, in the middle of the bed, with her ass up and her hands tied behind her back. one hand roughly gripping her hip, holding her in place, while the other pushes her head further down into the sheets as i relentlessly plunge my strap inside her wet, dripping cunt. nothing but her muffled cries filling the room while she's forced to take every inch of my cock
Do you ever just want slow, lazy sex? Like, wake up early on a rainy Sunday and you’re spooning and you slide together like puzzle pieces that fit just perfectly. It’s hands, clutching each other close, whispered names and endearments, the slick, slow slide of bodies against each other till you’re coming, gasping and shaking softly, and then you’re kissing and cuddling and falling back asleep, wound together, safe and warm.
Oh my gosh I want to be knotted so bad. I want to be fucked. Fucked with me on all fours, or made to be bounced on their dick. I want to fucked so badly with their cock with more and more being stuffed inside me, until they finally stuff their knot into me, and I feel them empty their cum inside of me. Hell I would want their knot to stay inside and try to fuck me while it’s still in. I just need to be stuffed and stretched out I need it so bad
Why did no one warn me that accepting that I am a lesbian would mean I would start to stare at hot girls who are taller than me, imagining myself sitting on her lap facing her, grinding on her thigh and sucking on her fingers as she looks at me amused?? Was I supposed to just know this was going to happen??
skirt giving me access to rape you in public. maybe even while we’re pressed together in a crowded club or at a concert. the bass thrumming through your body, a few drinks keeping you relaxed until i reach up under your skirt and push your underwear aside. running my fingers over your clit and your pushing inside of your cunt. trying to squirm away but we’re all packed in too tight. fucking up into you while i grind my stiff cock against your back, squeezing your chest and huffing in your ear like an animal. unzipping my jeans while the music gets louder so you aren’t even ready when i replace my fingers with the tip of my cock and rut into your warm, slick pussy. you cry out but the music is loud and people aren’t paying any attention. i get to hump you like a dog in the middle of a crowd and you just have to take it until I decide I’m done raping you and cum deep inside you.
Can you write something where a scientist is studying how werewolves fuck their assistant?
1400 words, it's long so be warned
When the scientist I work for tells me we're going out into the forest for our next experiment, I don't think anything of it. I pack our things, but notice they're bringing an extra bag I haven't seen before.
They tell me it's a long ride, and they want me to settle in, so sit in the back. I don't mind, but ask them what we're studying. They tell me excitedly that they think they've pinpointed a den of werewolves, and want to be the first to study them. I ask what we plan to do, and they explain that we'll look at how they hunt, how they interact, how they mate.
I ask how we're to do the last one, because there's no way we'll be able to get into the den, right? They'd tell me no, but if we can lure them out to mate, then it'd be easy to observe.
I should start to feel uneasy, but I keep asking questions. How will we lure them out? With something they can't resist. And I'd ask what that would be.
Someone they'll think is nice and fertile and ready to breed, is the answer. When I ask how they plan to do that, they tell me to look inside that unfamiliar bag, which rests at my feet.
Inside I'd find a vial of liquid, a long line of rope, a rolled up picnic blanket, a big container of lube, and...a huge dildo. Long and thick, with an extra round bump at the base.
I'd demand to know what's going on, and they'd tell me, calmly, that sometimes we have to be hands on to get the best results. We'd get much more data if someone could report back, right? If that person knew what to look for when they got fucked?
I'd know what was happening by then. And I should feel angry, or betrayed, but...glancing back at that toy, I'd just feel...eager. The scientist knows me too well, knows that I'd want this, and grin when I'd quietly agree.
They'd tell me to use the car ride to get prepared, and I realize that's what the toy is for. For me to get nice and stretched, ready to be fucked.
I'd obey without question. Slicking the toy, and stripping the lower half of my clothes. I'd spend the car ride the way he wanted, stretching around the huge toy, my legs spread wide to take it, soft moans and whimpers leaving my lips.
When we'd get to our destination, I'd be a babbling mess on the back seat. So turned on and needy, and they'd just smile, because that's exactly what they wanted.
They'd park and unload the supplies they need. They'd tell me to be good and quiet, and stay in the car for just a little bit. I wouldn't be able to find it in me to disobey.
When they returned, they'd tell me that they set up cameras around the spot they'll take me to, and they grab the bag at my feet, before guiding me up, laughing at the way my legs tremble.
They'd push me to my knees on the blanket, push my head down so my cheek presses against the fabric, then I'd feel the rope rubbing against my skin as they tie me in place.
They tell me that if it's really too much, to tell them, but I shouldn't have a hard time taking it, right? They know me far too well, and I wouldn't be able to answer.
They'd sit me back up to down the vial, telling me it'll boost my endurance, increase my scent, and make me even more needy than I already am. Making me easy prey to whatever werewolf happens across me.
And one does.
The scientist would hide, tell me to stay just like I am, and be good. They'd give me an earpiece, tell me they'll talk to me when they needed to. Then they'd hide to watch from afar, and I'd be bound, waiting anxiously. Every sound would make me tense, wondering if it was the one I was waiting for.
And when I finally hear it, heavy footsteps, a sniff, a growl, I'd feel myself getting hot and needy--surely not the reaction I should have, but unable to help myself.
I wouldn't know what to expect until large hands grabbed my waist. I'd gasp as they pulled me towards them, and I'd feel their thick, heavy cock rest against my back.
I'd hear the scientist in my ear, excitedly describing the creature, but all I can think about is getting it inside of me. I'd wriggle against them, spreading my legs as much as I could, and making it clear I wanted them.
I'd hear a deep laugh right by my ear, and wonder, briefly, if the creature is more human than we though, before I'd feel them plunge into me.
I'd probably scream. They'd stretch me around them so fully, filling me up completely, and I wouldn't think they'd be able to fit another inch. But they can, and they keep pushing, until I'm stuttering, sunk on them and desperate. The sharp sting of pain would make me pant, head lolling as I take them.
I wouldn't be able to think. My mind would be blank of everything but how filled I was. The toy in the car helped, but it wasn't deep enough to prepare me for this.
Trembling in their grasp, clenching around them, I'd try to adjust, try to settle my breathing. But there's no way I could get adjusted well enough before they want to fuck me. But the pain would subside enough into pleasure, and I'd move my hips, testing to see what they'd do.
As soon as I move, they'd pin me down, and pound into me. My cries would mix with the sounds of loud smacks as they fuck me, and I'd plead for more, the words coming out before I can think. I can hear the scientist saying something about several, something, but I can't make it out, too focused on the creature fucking me to the edge far too quickly.
They wouldn't stop when I came, wouldn't even slow down. I'd cry out, tell them it was so much, sensations filling me as I was pulled down from the orgasm's high too fast, mind on the next one as tears of pleasure spill from my eyes.
When I felt a big hand on my chin, guiding my head up, it'd take me a second to realize it's not the one behind me. I don't have enough time to process what the werewolf looks like before their huge cock is in my face.
I'd part my lips instinctively, and they'd grip my jaw as they pushed into my mouth.
Something about being used from both sides by werewolves would make me finish again, moaning around the cock in my mouth. I wouldn't have to do a thing, my hips being pulled against the one behind me, the other fucking into my mouth steadily.
I'd hear the scientist in my ear, saying that I'm doing well, and that would only make me hotter, gaze blurred with tears as I moan and suck and tremble.
Time would blur as the werewolves switch me out between them. The ropes binding my hands and legs would rip at some point, from sharp claws as I'm pulled down onto the lap of one. I'd get a good look at them, and I'd realize just how big they were, towering over me, thick and wide, with thick manes of long of big hair, all naked, so I can see the hair covering their bodies, too. Sharp nails and sharper teeth, with eyes glowing gold. And they all--male, female, or any other--have with thick, heavy cocks, ready to fuck me.
I'd ride them and bend between them, and let them hold me up, and press my face into the grass, and get on my knees, and spread my legs, and finish over and over.
The last--and I can tell it's the last, because all the others are standing aside to watch--they must be the leader. They hold me down, my back pressed against the rumpled blanket, my legs held apart. They fuck me hard, gaze burning into me as they push deeper with every thrust. I tremble, and beg, feeling myself getting closer and closer. My head would fall back, moans and whimpers falling from my lips.
When they finished, they'd push deep into me, but then they'd keep going, deeper, angling me so I can take it, until...
I'd feel their knot push into me, and I'd stretch around it with a pitiful moan. I'd hear the scientist in my ear, almost forgotten, saying this is what we wanted--this is the part they wanted to study.
The werewolf would hold me to them, and feeling them fully seated inside me would make me tremble.
bending me over your lap, expecting my ass to be spanked red, instead you're forcing my dildo in and catching me by surprise as i tense up, it's stuffing me full but i can't escape your hold. instead i just have to lay there and take it as you roughly fuck me with it, making me cum over and over
