Mm…I really want a pretty girl to force my legs up over my head and pound me into the mattress. I want her cock to smash against my cervix while she grunts and snarls, rutting into me like a feral animal as she sinks her teeth into my neck. I want it so hard and so deep until all I can do is give little “uh, uh, uh” grunts of pleasure as she thrusts into me.
I want to feel her balls slap against my hole, feel her cock twitch and pulse as she finally gives me all of her. I want to feel her give into my warm, wet pussy as she spurts her cum right up against my cervix. I want to take enough that my womb is just bursting with her seed, ever so slightly swollen with what she’s left in me. I want her to rest her palm against the swell of my abdomen, pressing down gently to test my fullness as she pulls out of me.
I’ll be insatiable the next nine months. The bigger I get, the more horny I become. Everyone can see what she’s done to me. I’m so big and swollen with her child. I want her to rail into me every night, pumping more and more cum deep inside me until she sends me into labor.
She’ll eat my pussy as I push, using her fingers to stretch me out as my cervix dilates. She’ll listen to me moan as she stretches my cervix, eager to watch me birth her progeny. She’ll rub my clit as I birth the head, rubbing my belly gently with her other hand I grunt and crown, gasping at the sensation. I squirt as it pops free, my pussy contracting with the most intense orgasm of my life.
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i want to be used as the entertainment at a party, completely naked while a group of people hang out. anytime someone wants they can fuck me in front of everyone else, continuing the conversation normally as if im not drooling on the floor with a cock in me. ill sit around with my legs spread for anyone to put their fingers in, and be passed around everyones laps for them to explore any part of my body. theyll tell me how embarrassing it is for me to be such a little slut while they fit as many fingers and cocks in me as possible. they can play games with me, seeing who can make me cum fastest or using my wet hole as a prize for the winner of a card game.
I have a dildo in me while I'm sitting at my desk like such a naughty slut. I have it turned to the highest vibration with the extension right against my clit for the most stimulation. It's so hard to type, I'm just rolling my hips, trying to impale this dick further into my sopping wet pussy. I'm trying so hard to keep any moans from escaping so no one in the meeting outside of the room hears, even though a part of me wants them to hear, wants someone to come in and see me writhing on this vibrating cock, begging for the real thing
And maybe they'll be kind enough to oblige, to walk over to me, unzip their pants and let me suck on their half hard member. I'll still be bouncing on this dildo all the while, looking up at them as I lick their shaft, then eagerly wrap my lips around their cock before sucking them off. And when they're finally hard enough, they can make me get to my feet and bend me over before yanking out the dildo. And I'd have to cover my mouth to muffle the loud, sharp gasp of surprise and arousal
And right when I start to miss the sensation of something inside of me, that's when they replace the vibrating dildo with their cock, pumping it into me and fucking me hard. And I'd be such a mess, drooling onto the desk and trying to match their rhythm with my own hips. I'd be so wet that every time their dick skams into my pussy, there's an almost sloshing sound, and my juices would be dripping down my leg. They'd fuck me so hard and so good, calling me a slut and so eager all the while.
At one point they might even stick the dildo back inside me, right alongside their own member. They'd be sure to use their other hand to cover my mouth, and I'd be sure to suck on the fingers I'm given to suppress any urges to cry out in pleasure. It's a tight fit, and the vibrating function pushes me over the edge--I cum all over their dick and the toy, liquid spilling out onto the floor of my office. And they're still fucking me through it, until they cum themselves.
I'm left in the room in a dripping wet pile on the floor, with the dildo still vibrating in my pussy. Cum is seeping out of me, along with my own juices as I lay there, still recovering from the ecstacy of being fucked and having someone cum inside of me
HI pls i would love some colt action 🙏🙏🙏 i want that man edged and whimpering STAT pls and thank you
colt seavers x male reader
TAGS: smut, edging, dacryphilia, sub colt, praise kink, come eating, reader is both an asshole and a sweeheart and colt is #Whipped !!!
A/N: the way i started this thinking it was gonna be a lil blurb .... colt seavers your power is immense (also this is not beta read and very loosely proofread so pls excuse and lmk of any mistakes)
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It’s hard to tell, at the moment, how exactly Colt ended up here. He could surely piece it together if he really tried, if he scoured through his short-term memory enough—but that proves a tricky thing, considering the amount of alcohol in his bloodstream and (perhaps even more potent) the heady pulse of arousal thrumming through him.
It most certainly is not a combination he’s unacquainted with, in fact quite the opposite: he knows not to question it and to instead welcome the wet, eager mouth sliding across his throat with clinging arms. His head meets the wall with a muted thump, the little ache there soon swallowed by the far more thrilling sting of teeth at his jugular.
The switch had been jarring, at first. You’d been so patient, so gentlemanly in those first days after he’d impulsively kissed you in the empty set of a hospital parking lot. Not the most romantic setting for your first kiss, sure, but you’d looked so damn handsome under the wan gleam of the moon, and he’d been buzzing with adrenaline from leaping out of a fifth story window an hour prior, so he just couldn’t help it.
Those following days had been mortifying for him—but he suspects merely amusing for you, as you waited for him not to panic whenever you tried bringing it up. He noticed the lingering touches, the hungry sweep of your eyes when you’d duck into his trailer to call him to set, the fleeting glances to his mouth while he spoke. Anyone could’ve read that as what it was. And Colt did, for the most part.
But despite his occupation consisting of being thrown off buildings and set on fire on a regular basis, Colt can be quite the coward. Especially when it comes to pretty, outrageously charming men.
It took him a week and some change to muster up the courage to properly ask you out, which only stepped into his reach upon realizing that if you hadn’t gone running for the hills yet, then you probably wouldn’t any time soon. And maybe after a particularly lewd dream involving you, too, though that he'll keep to himself.
“Colt,” he feels vibrate against the hollow of his throat. He hums absently, fumbling for the back of your shirt, only to shove it out of the way and slide his palms up your warm back. “Stop thinking.”
“Yep, right, sorry. No more thinking. All empty up here. Starting now.”
Your airy puff of laughter falls against his overheated skin, drawing up goosebumps in its wake. His fingers flex against the broad expanse of your back.
He’s half-hard already, though he’s certain it can’t have been more than a few minutes since you hauled him into this tiny bathroom, hidden away in the mansion rented out for the wrap party. Much to his embarrassment, you’re quick to take note of this, and reach down to drag your knuckles along the top of his belt, hooked underneath his shirt.
“Eager,” you hum, low as if to yourself. With a final kiss to his pulse point, you straighten back to eye level. You meet his gaze, steady and collected as ever, and Colt has the itching urge to shrivel under your quiet scrutiny, feeling heat bloom up his face, near feverish at the tips of his ears. He clutches you tighter, drawing you in closer in hopes of getting your mouth back on his, but you only smile—so tender it’s almost patronizing, and his cock gives a feeble throb in his jeans.
“You really want this, huh, angel?”
The pet name dunks him into a full-body warmth, pooling like slow-moving magma low in his belly. A frustrated sort of groan wobbles out of him, lunging forth in search of another kiss. Ever quick, you dodge him, sliding the hand in his hair down to his jaw, where it grips him steadily. You click your tongue a few times in soft reproach, but press a thigh to his aching crotch nonetheless.
“You look so pretty like this, you know that? I figured I’d appreciate the view for a minute, but it seems someone’s too needy.”
Your name falls from his lips in a ragged huff, unbalanced and more pathetic-sounding than he’d like to admit. His hips, driven by their own volition, roll in erratic grinds against the meat of your thigh, seeking far more than what the meager friction provides.
You smile at him once more before pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, then to his chin, and finally to his lips. Allowing him to part your own with his tongue, your second hand dutifully works on his belt and fly. His heart kicks out wildly, a jackrabbit against his breastbone, when you manage to shove his jeans halfway down his thighs with one hand.
A few seconds of nothing at all precedes the sensation of your hand cupping the tented front of his boxer briefs, and it’s in spite of himself that a wet moan cracks through his chest. You swallow the sound happily, thumb sweetly scrubbing across his bearded jawline while your palm follows the length of him, up and down.
“Hmmn—Jesus,” he manages, molars gritted to dust as he tries not to buck too desperately into your warm hand. Only grinds and chases after it when you teasingly withdraw.
There isn’t a single light on in the bathroom, but the moonlight pours in through the tiny overhead window and somehow you stand out in stark relief against the dim blue background. Your eyes, faintly narrowed and a far darker shade than usual, track his every movement, attention evenly split between his face and the rolling of his hips. You’re looking at him as though studying some fascinating experiment, drinking in every minute reaction at the smallest exploratory motions of your hand. Colt burns with arousal.
“Could you come like this?” You ask after an amount of time that is completely lost on him, and the sudden breathy quality of your voice sounds something like awe. Like you’ve made some big, beautiful breakthrough.
Colt, on the other hand, is clawing at your back in a way that’s sure to leave marks and too focused on the blissful angle he’s found, dragging his cock right up against the hollow of your palm. It takes a moment for your words to reach him, and an even longer one for him to piece together their meaning.
“Mhm,” he hums, forehead meeting your shoulder, suddenly feeling it very heavy.
In return, you hum as well, learning the rhythm of his pelvis and matching it, slower yet firmer. Colt’s never been one for this sort of stimulation—more often than not the texture of his boxers makes it all more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but the sheer, fiery want swarming him head to toe could make him come with you just uttering the order.
He’s brought back, fleeting but very vividly in the way drunken abstraction often is, to the dream he had of you—no more than a few nights back.
In it, your skin had been so warm under his fingers, your voice so low and wrecked and your eyes lit with such desire he’d woken up hard and panting and mournfully empty.
The memory alone draws a little surge of pleasure forth, twisting into your neck, sucking in your familiar scent with mounting desperation. His skin crawls with hot anticipation, rutting quicker, harder against your deft hand.
Pleasure rolls over itself, snowballing deep in his navel, sparking down his sweat-sticky thighs; he sucks in a shuddering breath and—
You pull away.
He moans in frustrated dismay, ass coming off the wall entirely, chasing after your retreating palm, but within seconds the building crescendo of his orgasm has wilted away, back to a low baseline of thrumming arousal.
You shush him when he makes another pitiful sound into your clothed shoulder, absentmindedly carding your fingers through the hair at his crown. He will admit, the feeling does somewhat soothe the ache of a denied orgasm. A little.
“We’ve got all night, no need to rush.”
Colt huffs. “We’re in a bathroom at a Hollywood party, if there was ever the need for a quickie, it’d be right now.”
Your answering laugh is quiet and deep in the chest, and it rumbles through his own and settles there, warm.
“Not like anyone will come looking for us. Besides…” You pull back, gripping onto his hair just enough to meet his eye. “You’d stay here all night if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?”
Colt blinks. Considers, quite seriously, the risk he must be at of spontaneously combusting. His cock throbs and throbs, and the way you’re looking at him, keeping a lovingly firm hold on his hair, only makes matters worse.
He doesn’t give you the satisfaction of answering that question; you both already know the answer, anyway.
Next your hands find his waistband, hooking two fingers into either side and sliding it down just enough to free his cock.
It isn’t the first time you’ve seen it, but the satisfied sound you make shoots a pulse of heat straight down into it. You reach down, encircle the base with your clever fingers, and Colt sags against the wall. He pulls one hand out from your shirt to latch on to your tricep, shoving out a shuddering exhale.
“Look at you,” you croon, beginning to languidly pump your fist, all loose and steady. Colt’s thighs quiver.
You’re gonna be the death of him. He just knows it, down to his bones.
“Please,” he grits out, hoping to meet your gaze and inspire some kindness but you keep your own low, fascinated by the ruddy, leaking image of his dick twitching in your fist.
You make an acknowledging sound, but Colt has a feeling you aren’t really getting it. The stimulation is somehow too much and not enough, all at once. He gives a few tentative rolls into the circle of your fist, and when you utter no word of dissent, he begins fucking into it in earnest.
His moan falls muffled into your throat, a place where he comes to realize he could stay forever, breathing you in, getting off on your clever hands and dizzying words.
“What would they all think out there, huh? Seeing you like this. So desperate to come.”
He’s close again already; his pace grows arrhythmic, shallow, sucking at the base of your throat when he isn’t tucking low moans into the skin there.
Your free hand smoothes down the back of his head in an almost petting gesture, thumbing his tip once before pulling away entirely.
Colt’s moan warps, halfway through, into a strained sob, bucking into empty space as his cock weeps pre onto the tile below. He cries out your name, a dragged-out sound of raw need.
“I know, I know,” you sigh into his hair, still stroking it with sure fingers.
“You’re being mean,” Colt whines against you, the arm still crossed over your back dropping to your hip and palming it insistently.
“I just wanna make you feel good,” you reply, the fan of your breath sending shivers down his sweaty back. “At least until I can get you in my bed and fuck you properly.”
Shit—Colt damn near comes from that alone. He whines and his hips jerk wildly, taken on life of their own. For the first time since he’s gotten to know you, he tries very hard not to think about you fucking him within an inch of his life, lest he comes untouched, and as much as he wants to release all the circling, built-up pleasure in him he wants to do it when you let him.
So, he just screws his eyes shut, and mumbles a weak, “okay.”
“Attaboy,” you tease, squeezing the nape of his neck once before returning your free hand to his dick.
A steady breath rolls over into a fractured hum, stretching on with your sparse, gentle touches—a thumb across his slit, a drag of knuckles down the underside, then a graze to his balls. Sweat slides down his heaving chest, longing to bury himself back into you but held back by your hand on his nape.
Observing his slow unspooling, you make a low sound, vaguely resembling a growl.
“God, I wish I could fuck you right now,” you lament, squeezing the head of his cock lightly. Colt yelps, skull knocking against the wallpaper. He eyes you through the narrowed slits of his eyes, draws up something he hopes looks like a smirk.
“You could.”
You shake your head. “No. I really want to take my time with that.”
Colt groans—more agitated than pleasured this time, and digs his thumb into the flesh right above the curve of your hip bone. Your ministrations on him are far more relaxed now, lax and distracted, like some absentminded reflex, and it should be frustrating, but he finds himself reluctantly enjoying it. Your collectedness before his shaky, desperate frame.
Your palm begins making these tight, quick circling motions against his tip, thumbing underneath the head with a pointedness so determined he's certain you'll let him come this time. His body responds in kind, kicking into high-gear and frantically chasing release. A very faint, very fleeting thought crosses his mind that you never even had to spit into your palm—he's damn near soaked your palm and fingers with a seemingly endless supply of precome, and the glide is so utterly frictionless, product of your clever motions and his overwhelming want that it makes his head spin.
He's hardly aware of how loud he's being, bucking like an animal into your hand, baring his throat for your nipping teeth, unraveling in your firm hold. You murmur into his skin, things that are completely lost on him amidst the roaring of blood in his ears, the deluge of pleasure bursting through him—so acute it makes his eyes prickle and his vision warp.
It builds quicker than ever, almost too intensely, his steady quivers deepening into involuntary, full-body jerks. His jaw falls open right as he feels himself approaching the summit, tensing in preparation.
Then you're gone again, and he's ripped right back down. With a wet sob, his tears finally spill over, searing against his warm cheeks. He knows better than to seek you out with his hips again—but they don't seem to get the memo and continue twitching, grinding into nothing.
His mind is empty, scraped hollow and reduced to its most basic instincts; he doesn't register his own frenzied weeping or the near bruising grip he has on you, only tightening as his pleasure slips away like a receding tide. All that he processes is his arousal, so trapped and pressurized it almost hurts, and you, brushing the hair out of his eyes and cooing, as though comforting a small, startled animal.
"Please, please," Colt manages, voice thick with tears, wet-cheeked and aching. You tut softly, and lean in to kiss each streak of salt on his face. It's so tender it makes Colt choke on a sad bleat, sniffling.
"You think you can do one more?" you ask, and maybe if he weren't so muddleheaded he'd catch the fond, facetious lilt of your tone, but panic rises before he can quell it, and his grip on you tightens abruptly. Tears threaten to gather again.
"No, no—I can't, please, I can't do it, I'm sorry—"
"Hey, hey." His teeth clamp shut, blinking hard so your warm expression comes into focus through his tears. "I was joking, angel. You've been so good, so patient. I think you deserve to come, hm?"
Colt's tongue, suddenly, feels stuck to his palate, thick like honey. He nods, though, quite fervently, and flushes warm all over at your sweet answering smile. You lean in to kiss him, closing the gap between your chests and caging him in with your forearm pressed to the wall behind him.
When you finally take him again, it's with a firm, committed grip and quick motions. You're crowded in so close to him he can barely fuck into your fist, pelvis trapped against the wall. He's completely at your mercy, subject to whatever you may decide as his bliss swells, even quicker this time around.
He trusts you, and the way you're looking at him, swiping rogue tears away with your free hand on his cheek, entranced by how he cries—it all makes him shudder.
Pleasure becomes greater than him, so all-encompassing he can't keep his eyes open, rolling so fiercely through his limbs like a ceaseless electric current he briefly fears his legs giving out. It's sharp and blunt and sweltering all at once, crowding into every inch of him, throbbing in his cock, pouring out into your fist.
You watch him unblinkingly.
His own orgasm takes him by surprise. Strikes all at once, so intense he's silent through most of it, shaking and spurting over your hand, onto the floor below. He pulses with it, wave after wave of devastating pleasure, and you pump him through and whisper candied praise into the shell of his ear, coaxing every last drop of come and shudder of bliss out of him, until he sinks against you with a high moan, spent.
His cock continues to twitch through the aftershocks, softening in your still palm, which you're kind enough not to move anymore. His head feels stuffed full of cotton and air, though terribly heavy against your shoulder. Your arm comes off the wall, running a hand along his firm upper arm.
"I love watching you come," you chirp, all warm and lighthearted like you've just won the lottery. Colt grumbles incomprehensibly against your collarbone, letting his eyes slide shut as the world drifts back to him in chunks. You soon release his arm to make him decent, keeping your dirtied hand hovering off to the side.
"Okay," you say, wrapping an arm around his mid back. You pull him off the wall, and turn him over—he goes like a ragdoll in your grip. "There you go, good?" you ask once plopped him down on the toilet seat lid.
Colt manages an inelegant nod, humming his confirmation for good measure. He's better than good—better than great, in fact, but no such word is really coming to mind at the moment and he doesn't feel like speaking, anyway.
You nudge his legs apart in order to crouch down between them. With your elbows perched atop his knees, you peer up at him, eyeing him thoughtfully to make sure he's being honest.
He leans into your hand when you reach for his cheek like a purring cat, certain that were he able, he absolutely would be doing so. Your thumb stretches out, delicately tracing the slightly puffy skin under his right eye, and he watches, then, as your gaze falls to your other hand, still bearing some pale streaks of his come. You quietly regard it, look at him thoughtfully, and then bring your knuckles to your mouth.
His crotch throbs when you lick the come right off your skin, holding his eye with something like a challenge gleaming in your own. You move to your thumb next, sweeping your tongue across the webbing at the base of it. You peer up at him through the fan of your eyelashes and Colt thinks he could almost get hard again, just by watching you. He doesn't think he's ever watched something more erotic, and it's in a stranger's bathroom at a wrap party after the most intense orgasm he's ever had.
Once satisfied, you lower your hand, and reach out with both to zip his fly and do up his button. You lightly smack the outside of his thighs and rise to your feet.
"You with me?" you ask, reaching out, palms upward. He makes haste in taking them, letting you pull him to his feet. He can't help but kiss you again, holding on to either side of your face like you might duck away. You don't; you simply indulge him.
Only when he pulls back for breath, do you speak again, eyes glinting with mischief. "Wanna get outta here?"
trans boy forced pregnancy by gangbang ahh. helpless as his mouth is taped shut and hands tied behind his back, big teary eyes crying as they spread his legs open. open up his tight little cervix with a speculum to make sure his womb is nice and open when they fuck him. cocks forcing their way inside his pussy one by one as they all gangbang him. coming deep in his tummy, making sure his womb is stuffed with cum and bred well. cooing and plugging up the crying boy to make sure it catches. just keeping him pliant and soft and pregnant, sweet and abused, fucked whenever they want. eventually he forgets what it’s like to not have a round heavy tummy, soft milking breasts and a cock in his pussy at all times. sweet trans boys impregnated into obedience <3
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I want to have a werewolf girlfriend, and one month, she forgets to keep track of the full moon.
I wake up in the middle of the night, suddenly aware of a burning heat against my back and something long and hard throbbing between my legs. I look down and see a thick knotted cock pressed between my legs, shifting as the massive werewolf behind me slowly ruts against me in her sleep. I should be scared, but her cock is pressed against my clit, sliding over it so slowly and Im already dripping wet and I can see precum from the tip of her cock smearing against my stomach where it rests. I carefully try to rub myself against her a little bit harder, just to find some relief, not even able to think clearly until I deal with my aching pussy.
But I move to much, and I hear her growling behind me, her large clawed hands wrap around my waist and she lays me on my stomach so she can loom over me. She keeps rutting her cock between my legs, growling louder with each thrust until she finally lines herself up with my pussy and forces herself into me. She can't fit all the way, but my sweet gentle girlfriend isn't in control right now, so she just continues rutting into me, drool dripping down onto my back as my pussy is treated like nothing more than a breeding toy to her. When her knot finally pops in, she starts fucking me harder, paying no mind to how she's stuck inside me now and every thrust lifts my body. I can feel her cock bulging in my stomach, stretching me wider than Ive ever managed, and her body is so hot it feels like her cock is burning me from the inside.
And when she cums, it floods my womb in an instant, hot cum overflows in spurts around her knot, her final desperate thrusts slamming her cock against my cervix, emptying more cum than I can bear into my womb. She pulls out, and I groan at the flood of cum that pools between my legs.
She just rolls me on my back and lines her already hard again cock up with my hole, ready to breed me until she decides she's done.
while i'm sleeping, one leg propped up, body perched on my side, push my panties to the side. push two thick fingers into my tiny hole, dry and unprepped and watch as my face scrunches up in slight discomfort and pain from the unexpected stretch.
push in and out slowly and delicately to ensure i don't wake up and startle at a stranger in my bed. then, when i'm stretched out enough (or when you've gotten tired of fingering me) push me onto my stomach and pull my panties down, exposing my now slick cunt to the cold air of my room.
then, forgetting everything about keeping me asleep, thrust into my needy hole as hard as you can and watch as i startle awake with a jolt and a scream from the sudden intrusion.
as i'm still struggling to adjust to your cock, start thrusting ruthlessly in and out in and out in and out of my cunt, my hole practically gripping so tightly onto your length...
Trying to sneakily cockwarm inside you while you sleep but being unable to contain myself because your hole feels so fucking good so at first I try jerking off with my tip in your hole but I get so fucking feral that I end up mounting you and forcing it as deep inside you as it can possibly get, fucking you hard enough that you jolt awake in a panic, unable to sleep through the overwhelming feeling of me thrusting in and out of your hole until you're a pathetic needy overstimulated mess
do you think ryland is gentle at first and then gets rougher as he fucks you OHMYGOOOOODDD
yes yes YES
my hand may be injured so excuse the grammar, i am on phone atm, not proofread
nsfw under the cut ;)
ryland is so painfully gentle at first it almost hurts. he’s never done this before, his relationships being few and far between, and you can feel how hard he’s trying, how much he wants to be good for you.
his hands are shaking when he cups your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks like you’re made of glass.
is this okay?
tell me if it’s too much, please
we dont have to if you dont want
he kisses you so soft it makes your chest ache, slow rolls of his hips. you can feel every tremble in his arms where they’re braced beside your head, the way his breath stutters hot against your ear.
you feel… god, you feel incredible.
all sweet, pressing these tiny little kisses along your jaw while he pushes in slowly, letting you adjust, forehead dropped to yours as he tells you how well you are doing.
but the second you moan and roll your hips up to meet him?
ask him for more?
tell him that you want to feel him tomorrow?
it's game over.
he blames it on biology taking over, his eyes squeezing shut as he processes what youre asking, that sweet boyish expression twisting into something desperate. he lets out this broken, wrecked sound and suddenly he’s driving into you hard, hips snapping forward with zero warning
he’s fucking you like he’s starving for it now, deep and rough, the slap of skin on skin loud and filthy in the room. he feels bad for how little control he has, it's been far too long since he has touched someone like this.
touched someone, and loved them like this.
sweetheart—god, l'm sorry, you just—
it makes his movements sloppy as he can't get enough, he needs to take you over and over and over til neither of you can forget this feeling
shaky hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise as he folds you practically in half. he’s panting into your neck, sweat dripping from his messy hair onto your skin, every thrust punching the air out of you as he apologises against your skin, but he needs this, he needs you.
eyes wet and wild, his cock is so deep and he’s hitting that spot over and over like he was made for it. the gentle boy from five minutes ago is gone; now it’s just him completely lost in you, muttering filthy broken praises between gritted teeth:
baby—i'm sorry, god—just feel so good—
and the best part? he never actually stops apologising… even while he’s pounding you into the mattress
Today I'm fantasizing about… my doctor abusing me when I go in for an IUD removal. Legs wide open in the stirrups, drowsy from an anti anxiety pill. The doctor spreads my lips open, strokes me, inspecting my pussy before pushing two fingers inside. I grunt softly. They pet my thigh, shushing me gently, fingering lube into me until they reach my cervix, and the IUD strings hanging from it. They tug, testing the placement, and I whimper. Another shush, and they stroke my clit as they pull their fingers out. My hips rock a little as I get needy. I hear a clatter of tools moving on the table. Cold plastic slides inside me now, making me shiver. Still stroking my clit, the doctor pushes the speculum into my cervix and begins to spread it open. I groan. They roll my clit as my uterus tenses, then relaxes, and I moan needily as they stroke me and spread me. My hips rock again. The doctor grips the IUD and counts down from three. On three, they begin sucking on my clit, and quickly pull the device out of my body. I cry out, the pain hidden by their tongue circling my clit, soon making me cum while my cervix gapes open around the tool. I groan "Fuck" over and over, dazed, dripping onto the table. They pull back and inspect my pussy again. Watching my body clench at the clear plastic holding it open. My defenseless uterus displayed for them. They stand, cock in stroking hand, hard and dripping precum all the way to the floor. Jerking off the whole time I've been on the table. I try to ask what they're doing. They shush me, step forward, and begin to pulse streams of thick cum into my open, unprotected womb. I whimper, I moan, too drugged to move. They groan lowly, watching their massive load slide down the speculum and literally filling my uterus. When they're done impregnating me, they carefully close the speculum, locking their cum inside me. They stroke my clit again, pull the tool out, and immediately push their still-hard cock in its place. I cry out, aching, and needy again. They moan as they fuck me. Their cock is warm and thicker than the speculum, veins bulging and girth spreading me even more as they thrust. Stroking my clit slowly. Gently forcing me to take their cock all the way in. Pushing at my sensitive cervix. I whimper. I moan. I swear as they push in and out and swirl my clit into confusion. I cum again. Pussy suckling on their cock. The doctor fucks me harder, faster as I tremble. They grunt. Swear. And as they flood my pussy with another load, waves of cum pool at my cervix, waiting to sneak inside. I whimper. They shush me, fucking their second load inside with their softening cock until it slides out and my pussy oozes cum.
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Fucking an inexperienced bunny so well that they’re crying out of pure bliss, cumming all over my stomach while their tummy bulges from my big dick. Poor bunny’s so tired they can’t even think straight, they just wanna be my cute cock slut, letting me breed them everyday until they’re pregnant with my puppies <3
Imagine waking up to someone fucking breeding my vulnerable body by force, pounding their cum into my cervix to make sure it fucking floods my fertile little womb. Waking up confused and disoriented and desperately horny and it feels so good and so wrong and I beg them to stop but they say they know I don't really want them to stop and I'm probably already pregnant so there's nothing I can do but enjoy myself and I feel myself clenching down around them hard, a violent wave of fear and arousal crashing through my body as I try to push them off in a panic while I fight off the biggest orgasm of my life but I can't stop myself when I feel them pin me down, grinding hard against my cervix and almost prying it open as they cum inside me one last time to seal my fate.
when i say im a cum slut i mean it. i want to be filled with cum desperately. i want it in my cunt, my hole, down my throat. i want to be covered in cum, tied down on a table while i get used relentlessly. i want to be stuck in a gloryhole, pussy and ass exposed on one side, legs tied up with a sign that says ‘NO CONDOMS’. i want to be fucked raw again and again and again til it’s dripping from me, and then i want to be made to lick it up. please?
two puppy boys at the shelter. they're both horny and needy in their own cages, playing with their cocks and boycunt all the time. Whining and panting. One of them breaks free, their cage door left accidentally unlocked. He smells the heat from another puppyboy and finds the keys, and unlocks the door while the other is sleeping, his dripping swollen boycunt on display. He straddles the other boy, startling him awake as he pushes his knotted cock in. The bottom puppy boy whines loudly, his heat kicks into overdrive as he tells the top to put his litter inside, to get him pregnant, breed him. The top digs his nails into the bottom, scratching his skin hard, drawing some blood as he tries to force himself as deep as possible. The bottom can barely take it, his cock is huge and as he gets closer to cumming the knot starts to swell. He pushes his knot into the bottom's poor boycunt, stretching painfully til it pops inside. Them both grunting and moaning in unison, the top telling him he's gonna breed him while the bottom whines in pain and pleasure. The top slams his knotted cock deep inside him as he unloads against his cervix, the knot swells to an almost unbearable level, tying them both together as the cum starts to take.
A worker walks in on the opened cages and sees the top puppyboy interlocked with the other and pumping his load deep inside. He takes it upon himself to really punish this boy. Since he's apparently so horny he'll get exactly what he wants again. The worker walks up behind the two, the top scrambling to try to remove his cock, but he can't. He whines and whimpers, begs him to not hurt him. The worker unzips his pants and starts lubing up his cock. The puppyboys struggle together, but they're both so tired and heavy, there's nothing they can do. The worker slams the top puppy's head into the mattress beside the bottom pup's, showing his ass to him. The worker roughly lines up and slams his cock deep inside the top puppyboy. He yells and whines, it hurts so much, his cock overstimulated and asshole stretched like it never has been. The worker keeps fucking him, the thrusts making his cock move inside the other, sending shocks of overstimulation through him. Once the worker finishes inside him, he's left dripping cum out of his ass and stuck to the other boy. His cock aching from the forced orgasms. He's been used solely as a fucktoy and will continue to be in the upcoming weeks until he's learned his lesson.
Imagining myself stuck in a crowded train. I try to get some space in one of the corners but it just gives you the perfect opportunity to trap me, your body pressed hard against me and hiding me from sight. You tell me not to make a sound, showing me the knife you have tucked away. I nod, terrified, and you force me to turn and so I'm facing the wall.
I feel your hands start to explore me, running all over me, slowly so that people don't notice your movements. You slip a hand into my pants while pressing your hardened cock against my ass. I have to cover my mouth with my hands to keep from making a sound as you slide your fingers between my legs and stuff them deep into my cunt without any preamble.
I'm tight, even more so as I clench in surprise, and it makes you grind against me even harder. You finger fuck me for a minute before beginning to unbutton your trousers with your other hand, careful to be quiet. You don't bother undoing mine, forcing them down over my hips with my boxers to expose me.
You force me to bend forward as far as I can, arching my back in order to give you better access to my cunt from behind. I can feel you twitching as you rub your cock between my legs, grinding it against my t-dick and pussy lips. Then you slide your cock head between my folds until it gets caught on my hole.
You're quick to stuff yourself all the way in with one thrust, stretching me so wide I can barely hold back a cry. You don't give me time to get used to your size, beginning to thrust. You have to be careful not to alert anyone to what you're doing, so your thrusts are slow but deep. Each one has your cock pressed tight up against my womb, making me attempt to wriggle away from the pain.
You hold me tight though, enough that I'll have bruises after. The general din of the train and crowd drown out the whimpers I can't contain, and soon you're spilling into me. Feeling you fill me up ends up pushing me over the edge and I clench down on your cock as I come as well. You keep your cock deep in me even after you're done coming, leaning into my ear to mock me about how much I like it. Getting bred by a stranger where anyone could see them.
The train begins to slow and you quickly pull out and tuck yourself away. You even pull my pants up for me, taking the chance to grope me once you have. The train stops and I'm left leaning against the wall, quivering in shame, as you hurry to get off.
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There's something so fucking hot about casual free use. Like I was doing laundry today and I was just thinking about how much I would love it if someone bent me over the washing machine, pulled my pants down, and pounded my pussy right in the middle of me doing chores. Or maybe I'm chopping up some herbs for dinner and they prop me up on the kitchen island and eat me out until I've come so many times I'm shaking and trying to pull away. Maybe I'm studying at my desk and the next thing I know I'm being thrown on the floor so I can be pinned on the carpet and get absolutely ruined while I slowly realize what's going on. I just think the idea of being used whenever and however someone pleases is so intoxicatingly delicious. Gimmie, please.
Oh god I love fucking through magic portals... sitting in a lecture hall, only half-listening to the professor go over the lesson plan for a day, when suddenly you feel something enter your pussy. In shock, you let out a breathless gasp, which gives you an odd look from somebody in the nearby row. The sensation fills your hole completely, and is rather warm.
There's no way you can check for anything, not in such a public setting. Before you can stand to excuse yourself, however, whatever is inside you starts to move. It pumps itself in and out of you, though when you look down, there's seemingly nothing. The pumps are enough to keep you from moving, trapped in your seat as whatever is inside you keeps moving at a steady pace. You try not to moan as your head feels fuzzy, and you have to keep yourself from playing with your erect nipples through your shirt. You're lucky that it's such a crowded room because of how much you blend in, but so many eyes means so much potential for anyone to figure out what's happening.
The sensation picks up, and now the warm feeling filling you is thrusting quicker, harder in and out of you. You're wet, though thankfully it's not loud enough to hear over the professor's lesson. You've given up on trying to parse any of their words, of course, you're too horny for that. You close your legs tight, trying to stimulate your clit in any way while you're being fucked, but your efforts are soon unnecessary because you start to feel two fingers prodding at your tightly closed folds
The fingers spread them apart despite your shut legs, and start to play with your clit, all the while you're still getting fucked. You tilt your head back and let out a quiet sound, convincing yourself that a little noise every now and then is fine. No one would pay attention. You close your eyes and sink down into your chair. You spread your legs out, not caring if your knees bump into your peers on either side of you--you cannot be bothered with thinking about breaking any norms while what you're pretty certain is a hard cock is fucking you senseless in the middle of your lecture, while a hand plays with your now throbbing clit
After a while of these frantic movements, there's a few more thrusts, followed by the sensation of being absolutely filled by liquid you know is someone else's cum emptying out into your tight, drenched pussy. The warmth combined with your wombs getting flooded is more than enough to make you cum, and you grasp at the arms of your seat and try your best to hpld back your cries as you nearly wet yourself from your orgasm. You're fairly certain there's going to be a wet spot when you finally get up. You slump down further into your chair, panting. The cock inside of you pulls out along with the hand, disappearing but leaving its liquid. You're positively filled, and some is even starting to escape to your panties. You're not even sure a human being can cum so much.
Miraculously, no one noticed, or at least if anyone did they didn't say anything. At the end of the lecture you get up and start to head out, but for whatever reason a woman standing by the exit catches your eye. Her figure is rather curvy, her features almost angelic. She seems almost motherly with how she carries herself and dresses--aside from her tight top, which her rsther large breasts seem to want to burst out of, and her expression is a fond one. She's staring at you with a satisfied smile on her face, and when you finally look back, she shoots a wink before stepping out. You have a feeling this won't be a one-time thing.