#being used

[rbncxs]

Don't be a bandage in anyone's life. Bandages are thrown away after wounds heal.

[xxbunnyboy]

Dominants just grabbing your dick and using it to pull you around is a very slept on concept, plus not moving fast enough? Squeeze it. Whining because of the pain? Slap it. Leaking on your hand/fingers? Smear it on their face/shove your fingers down their throat. Really it's a multi use tool to get your sub all riled up.

[forever-young-15]

If I get ignored one more time for stupid ass shit I’m burning this shit down. Ignore me now mf. I dare you.

[hopefultravelerthing]

Overpower me.

!!!!!MDNI!!!!

Grabbing my hips hard enough to leave bruises, he forcefully pulls me into the middle of his lap. “Where do you think you’re going?” His rough voice sends a rush of fear through my spine, and all the way down to my pulsating cunt. It's too much. 

 I let out a pathetic whine as I try to wiggle out of his grip, but his hold on me only tightens. “I thought this is what you wanted, princess,” he says in a hushed tone as he lifts my legs and folds them up towards my chest. My mind goes completely blank as he effortlessly moves and positions my body exactly where he wants it. All I am in this moment is a toy for him to play with. 

 Wrapping his arm around my legs, he brings his other hand up to cup my face before delicately leaning my head back as far as it can go. I look up at him with glossy eyes, as he taps my bottom lip with his fingers: “Open.” I sheepishly open my mouth and let his fingers explore, feeling the grooves of my teeth and massaging my lower back gums. He lets out a rugged breath, “Suck.” 

Quickly, I close my mouth, and my tongue greedily wraps around each digit like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life. He groans deeply as I coat him in my saliva, doing my best to keep him satisfied. After a moment, he abruptly pulls his fingers out with a POP and leaves a painfully empty feeling in my mouth. 

My eyes follow his hand as he slowly moves down towards my aching cunt. Pushing my pink lacy thong to the side, he spreads my folds apart with his fingers and laughs lightly at my sobbing heat, “Look at the mess you’ve made, princess.” My cheeks heat up in embarrassment as I turn my head away in a terrible attempt to hide. But my embarrassment is cut short when he smacks my pussy, and draws a high-pitched moan from my chest. The only word I can manage is a pitiful “Please…” 

Humming low, he slowly rubs circles onto my clit, before dipping down in between my folds. He glides his fingers up and down, gradually speeding up his pace. His biceps tense as he applies more pressure, and my mouth slacks open as my body is consumed in pleasure. 

Before I can fully register it, he sweeps his fingers down to tease my entrance. And suddenly, he shoves his middle finger inside of me. I feel myself stretching around his thick digit, his hand making my pussy look ten times smaller. 

He curls his finger inside me before pulling his finger halfway out of my hole. I whine in protest, and he slams back into me. Smacking my pussy with his palm, he sends a shock of pleasure throughout my entire body. He pumps his finger in and out of me at a relentless pace, causing the fat on my body to jiggle at the impact. The sounds of my incoherent babbling and our skin slapping together fill the room. 

With a breathy moan, I feel myself come completely undone at the palm of his hand, getting closer and closer to my release. As I feel the tight knot in my core start to bundle up, he pulls his finger out of me. 

…… 

He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks my sweet slick off his fingers. “Only good girls are allowed to cum.”

[bitterblue5309]

Rag Doll (original poem)

I'm weary of being a rag doll

tossed around for amusement & pleasure

played with then swiftly dropped

then picked up again at his leisure

living off the attention

as I feed on the connection

while content on calling this love

I know others would have an objection

when my stitches rip and I fall apart,

I fear my last thought will be of him

I'll wonder if I was his favorite play thing,

and whether or not i was in his heart

I'm weary of being a ragdoll

played with til they finally get bored

thinking so little of myself in this way

is something I can no longer afford

[crmsnmth]

A Helping Hand

I stay not because I am strong but because leaving would echo longer than my exhaustion

I learn the weight of another person’s silence how it bends the room how it teaches your body to move carefully as if grief might bruise if touched wrong

There are nights I become furniture useful and unnoticed holding up what would otherwise collapse my name is spoken only when something hurts and even then, quietly

I listen to stories I cannot fix I gather tears with empty hands I offer presence like a dim light that doesn’t chase the dark away only proves it isn’t absolute

Being there means swallowing my own breaking postponing it for a more convenient hour it means learning that love does not always feel warm sometimes it feels like standing in the cold so someone else doesn’t have to

And when they finally sleep or finally heal or finally leave I am left alone with the shape they made in me a hollow that looks disturbingly like purpose and a question I don’t how to ask without sounding like abandonment

[chamomilestarz]

Little did I know how blurred the line was between being wanted and being used