#fear play

[experimentally-horny-blog]

People should send me asks talking about their fears/phobias. For normal non pervert reasons.

[xbabygirl69x]

are you still wearing that leash little girl? How about those cuffs? You better keep them on all day. You better be smoking too little toy. I want you nice and stoned so that the ick men and women who are superior to you can use you more easily.

mmhm im getting verrry stoned while i stay tied up and grinding my pillow hehe im gonna be super slutty and stoned todayy 🩷😋

[trappedprey]

I miss him. So I’m getting over my embarrassment and awkwardness to type this…

And also the freak thoughts are taking over.

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Thinking about his teeth on my neck as he threatens to kill me.

He finally caught me. All I can do is lay there with my legs damn near my shoulders. Basically folded in half while I claw at him, begging for him to stop. To let me go. That I won’t tell anyone if he just lets me go.

But he’s already fucking into my sopping cunt. It’s wet without me wanting it to be. I’m just prey, a chunk of meat for him to use. To eat.

Carving me up and testing how much I can take. Knife ghosting over my ribs so I’m too afraid to move.

Next thing I know he’ll shove his knot into me, probably make me bleed because of the size. He won’t care. He just laughs and calls me his bunny. He’d probably love how I whine and cry.

I beg him not to cum inside me. I still get wetter at the thought.

“Fuck— not inside please not inside—“

“Shut your mouth and use it instead.”

As he shoves his fingers and my mouth and breeds me full. Knot shoved inside to keep anything from spilling just yet. I’ll shake and sob. He won’t stop even if it’s too much, even if I squirt all over myself again nd again because it feels so good even thought I don’t want it.

He’ll leave me laying in the dirt, bloody with his cum dripping out of my preycunt.

And all I’ll do is cry. But he’ll tell me to stop crying because men just take it. So I do.

[needyandannoying]

you’re in their dms, i’m trapped in their basement with my wrists and ankles chained together begging them to let me go.

[venomous-sappling]

primal play but i'm in the city so there's no flora ground to be chased on.

urban primal play where they get mad that i trip and get scuffed up on concrete, yelling at me how i can't even run away right. grumbling it's a disrespect how i let myself get hurt instead of them hurting me. all the while their claws tear into my ankle as they drag me back to our base. urban primal play where they chase me through dimly lit alleys. we avoid all the main roads, the city is just so lively even near midnight. old neighbourhood doused in that warm, orange light. urban primal play where i'm covered in sweat. looking like a sewer rat. pinning myself against the cold wall. their growl echos through the backstreet. they're starved for enrichment.

[bowsersthotsv3]

I’m not scared of you! 😝

Well of course you aren’t scared of me. I haven’t done anything yet hunny. You see, fear is based off of knowledge. You know something is dangerous. You know that you can get hurt. You know that things are about to go badly.

So of course you aren’t scared of me. I haven’t shown you yet. You have no idea what I will do. You have no idea how badly it will hurt. You have no idea how far I will go.

When you say you aren’t scared of me, what you’re really saying, is that you are ignorant of what will happen. That isn’t good hunny, I know you take pride in being such a clever girl. So, let’s fix that ignorance. Let Daddy educate you in what will happen. Let Daddy show you why, you should be afraid.

[shockspectrum]

corrupting your sub into having a birth fetish and then switching it up as soon as they're actually pregnant and reframing birth from this sexy intimate beautiful thing to this horrifying inevitable torture

[unrestrained-mutt]

the tip prods at your lips, urging you to open up your mouth. the muzzle reeks of what it is; metal. cold and unforgiving against your now agape split lips.

the guy above you takes the gun's safety off. you gulp. if you make a wrong move or he slips up, you'll end up with your head blown up. whatever, it doesn't matter, because your dick nevertheless twitches in your boxers. you're soaking and throbbing, so who cares?

you begin to lick away at what would be the tip if this were his cock. he lets out a small sigh of relief but his gaze does not go away, focused on you entirely. that means you're doing a good job. you keep pressing your tongue to the barrel, coating the harsh steel with your saliva and you think this could be his dick's underside.

taking it in as much as you can, he moans shakily. your gag reflex doesn't (thankfully) go up! good puppy! the gun stretches your mouth and bumps against your teeth. it feels like its scraping the insides of your mouth, but you have to keep going like the good boy you are.

it tastes salty and metallic and another third thing you can't name but its disgusting; probably left-over gunpowder but who the hell's swallowed gunpowder before in their lives? the man's hips buck up against the air as you keep twirling your tongue around the gun.

he even makes sure to grind against your clothed crotch, rubbing and frotting. you must be doing an amazing job. he pats your head. you cup the forestock as if it were balls, stroking the other end of the gun with your hand- then your fingers travel to the ejection port, later to the breech bolt and then the receiver. your hand ends up covering his own though, right over the handle, thumb pressing against the trigger.

the safety's still off, to remind you. you're being such a good boy he hasn't thought of pressing the trigger to tear apart at your throat. and he's still making sweet high-pitched noises! at this rate, he's going to come, clothed and not even having proper intercourse. see? he's soaking wet and staining the front of your pants. good job. such a good pup. keep sucking.