#cnc cw

[thedeafprophet]

Being called out 😭

[exploringflesh]

Every time i sleep nude i wish i was waking up feeling a thick hard warm cock sliding in and out of me. Heavy hips slapping against my ass making me feel the force of each thrust. I wonder what my thoughts would be, how wet Id already have gotten, how much Id submit and let him finish using me and filling me up only to lay on me and fall back asleep with his cock still stuffed in my cunt. A guy can only dream…

[princess-of-phyresis]

the doll princess of chronic fatigue and sore joints would still like to fuck but it might just lay there or even fall asleep. it thinks you should keep going if it does, it's been told it makes pretty noises in its slumber..

[vanillaplanifolia]

I want to give up trying to push her off and just grab onto her instead because it’s too much and I’m scared so I just have to hold onto something and then cry “please stop, I love you” into the crook of her neck while she whispers to me through her moans that she loves me like this

[liminalmess]

it’s late nite thots time and @aenigmatica made me think abt cnc and shane and

more people are def gonna gonna be subjected to more toying the line of suss phone calls and their freak shit after that call at the cottage and him realizing he’s into that and he pretends he doesn’t want to and Ilya im on a call 😠 every time

also the next time it happens he gets a call while he’s being fingered open btw and Ilya is like answer it you’re not busy all innocent and shane is ofc like wtf no ill call them back

but Ilya stills his fingers and goes to pull out to let him do his important phone call and shane whines and is like ok ok don’t stop please and answers the call anyways and it’s some brand deal related call which is like so fucking inappropriate he knows this but also he’s so into it oh my god he’s getting so close already and ilya only has two fingers inside of him but he really wants Ilya to fuck him while he’s still on this call he realizes even tho his heart is beating so fast and he doesn’t want to be caught that’s so embarrassing wtf and puts them on hold to take some deep breaths so he can last and Ilya is laughing at him but he’s also like you’re so perfect and Shane is pulling away like fuck we should stop all while getting into position for Ilya to fuck him and getting back on the phone to talk about some cologne he’s going to be in an ad for next week in his business voice

[exploringflesh]

wanna be impregnated so badly… want to feel the rush of adrenaline, dopamine, hormones, after im filled with seed knowing theres nothing i can do now to keep from getting pregnant. Everything that shouldve been done to prevent it was ignored, i let myself get fucked raw because it felt too good. And now, laying here, seconds after your cum has been pumped deep inside of me, im hit with reality of what’s happening to me. It’s too late, i can either wait to see what a test says or never take a test, and watch my belly get bigger and bigger slowly but surely. Will i accept my fate, or be in denial of it and keep going about my life pretending i don’t have your baby growing inside of me? Will i admit to myself i wanted it all along, or lie, saying i regretted finding out what my body was made to do? Lying saying i didn’t feel an instinctual satisfaction and wholeness when i finally let you cum inside of me, and experienced the best orgasm of my life.

Would you do it again, even if i said no?

[temptresstitania]

bored, mean girl college cheerleader giving a handjob to the loser geek virgin goonette in the private study room. cheerleader looking away, scrolling on their phone, talking a mile a minute about anything and everything but what they're doing.

"yeah, so i think I'm going to go with the pink top tonight. the one that i showed you earlier. you remember, right? i texted it to you this morning."

soft hands stroking her under the table to a steady rhythm. the geek covers her mouth with her hand and nods, thinking about the photo the cheerleader had sent. low cut top with a lacy black bra peeking through, the way it clung tightly to their waist.

"ugh, Taylor keeps asking me what I think about her new boyfriend. I could never understand dating someone like that; he's so boring."

she doesn't even remember who Taylor is. It seems like they're maybe friends? or fake friends? or former roommates? she holds in a gasping moan. the cheerleader's tits are bouncing a little from the jerking motion. it's making their top ride up, enough to just barely see the underwire of their bra.

"should I get the mauve or blush lip? nevermind, it's not like you'd know the difference."

she leans in a little to see. both colors look laughably similar. either one would look great on the cheerleader, though. the image of a trail of light pink kiss marks along the underside of her dick...she thrusts into the cheerleader's hand.

she's taller than them. she could probably overpower them if she tried hard enough. force them to their knees, hook her thumbs in their mouth and hold it open, just slide it in...get them to finally shut up for once. she's sure their throat feels much better than the stroker at home. but maybe that isn't enough.

the cheerleader's pencil skirt is one of those extra tight kinds, short enough that it could pass for a belt. the door to the study room is locked. students rarely come up to this floor.

she could probably tip the cheerleader's chair over, get them on the floor. pull up the skirt...move the thong to the side. always thongs. they may as well ditch underwear altogether at this point.

what a wonderful way to lose it. while they're kicking and thrashing, regretting every passive-aggressive, annoying, vapid thing they've ever said, while their mascara smears and their hair gets mussed by the cheap carpet. it has to be missionary. mating press. she would have to see their face. definitely would have to record it. maybe even post it online later.

the geek leans in even more, contemplating. she's already so close. if she put it in, she'd probably finish after only two or three thrusts.

"are you about to come?" asks the cheerleader, finally looking her way. "you wish you were inside me, don't you?"

she can't take it anymore. she lets out a strained groan. she comes. it gets on the cheerleader's thigh. they roll their eyes and reach in their purse for a napkin. their phone buzzes. it's Taylor.

"oh, my god, heyyy, girl! no i'm not busy, i'm just studying with my tutor...yeah..."

her chest heaves. she swallows, exhales, and then cleans herself up.

next time, she'll go through with it. ❂

[boy-moans]

boy that's chained up and offered as a blood sacrifice to the werewolf terrorizing the village. night falls and the villagers hear howls and snarls followed by cries of pain that die down so they assume he was eaten. but the next day they find him still alive. his clothes are torn to shreds and he's bruised and scratched, smelling strongly of werewolf musk. he doesn't want to talk about what happened but since no one died it's decided to offer him up again the next full moon. this time naked so his clothes don't get ruined.