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A commission for @houndzeet with a trans dude and Loba! Basically a sugar mommy/fwb situation ends up being more romantic with both reader and Loba too stubborn and embarrassed to admit it. This was such a blast to write that I went WAY over word count so this is a bit lengthy, but tysm esp to Niel for being so patient during these times!!!

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Loba Andrade/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Loba is a trans woman and her bits are referred to as cock/dick, Reader is a trans man with top surgery and no bottom surgery and parts are referred to as cock/dick/hole, reader is penetrated, sugar mommy relationship BUT WITHOUT THE MOMMY INVOLVED, FWB to romance, talk of transitioning and the stuff that comes with it, Loba nuts in ya, aaaand fluff! 

Words: 5.1k

Loba, to you, was everything.

Perhaps that’s a bit of a stretch. But in times like this, you can’t imagine her out of your life. Not when her smile is etched into your memory, dimples on her cheeks and pearly whites reminding you of a wolf’s. Or how her eyes narrow dangerously when you tease her, a smile playing on her lips as she coos to you to hand over the last treat in the kitchen before you run squealing after you shove it in your mouth. Loba, hot on your heels.

Life with her came natural after being in each other’s good graces for so long.

Well.

If you called ‘fuck buddies where she buys you things all the time’ good graces. A certified sugar mama.

~Rest under the cut~

How can I say no to such a pretty request?

I’ve only gotten the head of my cock into so far, and already you’re almost unconscious from the stream of orgasms; that just makes my work easier, but you’re so damn tight that I’ve still got to work at it.

Finally I get to your cervix, your cunt’s so tight that it’s almost like I’m already locked in you, but I know better. I just keep my head pressed up against your cervix for a moment, feel it opening and closing such a tiny amount already; all I need to do my deed.

You’re writhing and begging, needing me to move, to keep you orgasming. You don’t understand that I’ve got bigger goals in mind, things I need to do. But that doesn’t matter.

I move, hard, punishing thrusts that batter at your cervix over and over, it tries to resist, but much like you it’s helpless before my determination.

Feeling it finally give I almost orgasm myself, such a glorious sensation sliding into your womb, feeling it twitch around me. A scream leaves you, no other guy’s ever done this to you before, yet your so worn out that all you can do is quiver and whine.

Which is just how I like it. I pound and pound, turning you into a slave for the sensations, making you crave it. Relishing how your insides cling to me, accepting my rule and refusing to let me go.

O-oh I’m - 0///0 I’m flattered you chose me--

I’d probably cum hard around you, your hard-on opening me up wide and your spines scraping my walls in such a beautiful, painful way. You filling me to overflowing would probably just make me cum even harder...and with your hot seed pumping into my womb, there’s no way I wouldn’t get pregnant, knocked up with your terrifying, monstrous young and completely powerless against you. I might think that I was getting a break when you finally pulled out - but my airway suddenly being blocked off banishes that notion entirely, and the piss I feel filling me up just makes me even wetter, as painful as the spikes decorating your cock are. By the time you’re done with me in this first round, my belly is swollen to the point of making me look more than overdue, jiggling and swaying with every twitch of my body.

You give me the same treatment over and over and over again, day after day, even while my belly is growing heavy with your litter - your litters, plural, I realize at one point as I study my own gravid body. It shouldn’t be possible, but you’ve knocked me up even though I’m already pregnant, forcing my overstuffed womb to accomodate another batch of your young. The thought of that makes apprehension brew in my chest - how many babies will I have to give birth to before this is all over?

On the day of the first birth, you put me on my hands and knees with my legs apart so that you can watch the evidence of your claim ruin my body, the first child stretching me more than anything I’ve ever taken before. My poor battered cervix is forced open more than any human cervix should ever be opened, and - as much as it hurts - I can’t help but cum, arching my back and squeezing my eyes shut with a drawn-out cry as another child slides wetly out of me. Immediately after the rest of the litter finishes leaving my body, while i’m still worn-out and loose, you shove your cock back into me and rape another load in - making sure that there’s a new litter to replace the one that I just lost.

It keeps going like that, my poor, helpless human form more pregnant than should ever be physically possible, giving birth over and over again as you force me to carry your young. Every time I deliver another litter, you make sure to take my pussy directly after, and I can’t help but cum both during the birth and during your postpartum claim of my body.

I don’t know how long it’s been by the time you decide to switch up the routine. Regardless, I notice one day that you’ve stopped using my cunt and have just started using my mouth exclusively, letting me finally empty my womb for the first time since the night you took me. I’m still constantly being filled, your piss and cum pouring into my stomach day in and day out, but I’m allowed to give birth without the addition of a new litter - something that secretly disappoints me, but I can’t exactly ask what you’re doing or ask you to get me pregnant again when you’re blocking off my airway.

On the day the final children leave my womb, I run my hands over my belly when they’re gone, wishing that I were still round - but I don’t have any more time to think about that when you suddenly shove your entire cock into me, into my womb directly, and start railing me with no mercy, harder than you’ve ever fucked me before. You use your impossible monstrous stamina to keep going for hours upon hours without breeding me, just using my body; I don’t know to what end, but I don’t even have the brainpower to worry about it, too busy enjoying the sensation of my worn-out body easily accepting you.

By the time you pull out, I’ve practically lost track of reality itself, my brain scrambled in a way that leaves me wordless, shuddering. As soon as I feel the emptiness of my womb, I whine pleadingly, but my whine turns into a surprised yelp when I feel you shove both hands into me. With your fingers curled in just the right way so that you don’t injure me with your claws, you start fistfucking me relentlessly, and every time you withdraw, I can feel myself turning a little bit more inside-out. I cum hard when I realize what you’re trying to do, how thoroughly you want to ruin me - and I cum even harder when you succeed and my womb slides out of my body, dangling in the open air.

I scream in a combination of pleasure and pain when you grip the outside of my womb like a fleshlight and shove your cock through my cervix to jack yourself off, every single one of my nerves aflame with ecstasy and agony both. I don’t know where you’re going with this, or how else you want to use me - but I know I don’t have a choice.

yeh for sure! a lot of these ppl aren’t cis and/or wlw blogs so make sure you check it’s ok to interact before you do :)

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Kind of imagining being tied on my hands and knees and forced through an enema in a nice open communal shower type space. Very thorough but with no regard for comfort. Totally filled with water and drained repeatedly even several cycles after I’m already deemed appropriately prepared for fucking. Just to be sure and also to watch me squirm in discomfort while my insides are distended repeatedly, maybe completely immobilized beyond some wiggling with knees and ankles barred, or strapped to some kind of frame or bench in doggy position.

Then after I’ve had to sit through that process repeatedly, having someone methodically open my ass up with thicker dildos, and only the bare minimum of lube. Just a few strokes with each size, no slow insertion, forceful enough to be overwhelming but not enough to do damage. Eventually an appropriately thick, deep one would be selected, at least 12-18 inches and solid, lubed up, and shoved in fully, while I’m sitting on my knees upright, legs bound bent so I can’t lift myself off of it once it’s fully inserted. More than enough to bulge my stomach and get me begging by this point.

At that point I could be used for whatever service necessary, mainly with my mouth available for anyone to do as they please. Choked, skullfucked, eating someone out, maybe groped or having my nipples toys with, breasts tied up, cunt fingered, essentially up for grabs. But in between each service, someone using one of those cumtubed toys to force me to drink water/juice/booze/whatever they want over and over. A little humiliating - only being given liquid through a false cock - but also making me drink so much water that it starts to hurt the longer it goes on. So that eventually, not only is my stomach bulging from the huge dildo in my ass, but from the amount of fluid in my stomach and bladder.

By the time I’ve been throatfucked and choked, vibed, had my tits bound up and nipples tortured and clamped, but still not allowed to come, I’d be begging for some kind of relief, squirming with discomfort and painful arousal. And maybe my only release would be having someone grind their shoe into my stomach, heel against my clit, pressing against my swollen bladder so hard that I’m unable to hold it in regardless of how much I struggle, still impaled on a huge shaft and desperate after hours of denial. Having someone choke me as punishment when I cry out and come from the pressure on my clit, then subsequently wetting myself uncontrollably, finally allowed some release but having my air restricted instead until I’ve completely pissed myself empty - which could be a hell of a long time after so much fluid being forced into me. And maybe as an additional punishment I could have a dildo shoved into my cunt during the whole process, both making my abused hole ache, and making it more difficult to empty my bladder, thus extending the length of time I’m deprived of air.

Non-Con (9) + Time Stop (10) + Humiliation (12) [old prompt list]

At first I wasn’t sure. My cunt getting wet in my jeans happens sometimes.I had no idea I’d cum, dripping down my thighs as soon as you were hidden away from my view.But it kept happening. On the subway, in the street, even at work, my cunt suddenly gushing with my own cum that I could barely keep in my boxers.

But it was different today, my boxers dripping wet just after I sat down on the subway heavy with thick cum that I knew wasn’t mine. I raced straight to the bathroom at work to change, swapping for a clean pair I brought in my bag, scooping as much still-hot cum out of my cunt as I could.

But it happened again, new boxers drenched barely an hour into my shift.I held it, my thighs sticky and cunt full of cold cum until my break. Another spare from my bag used.

I don’t bother to use another pair when I come home soaked from the bus, getting straight into the shower first to let the hot steam soothe my anxieties. I sigh, finally clean after I took the showerhead to my cunt.

My hand freezes on the way to the spout, the warm spray stuttering to a stop in midair. You step into the shower behind me, skimming your fingers along my bare skin- a rare treat for you. Beads of water cling to me, stopped by you to feel up my damp skin.

You tease at my clit, rubbing harshly against me to feel my body struggle to try and respond to your touch- my cunt dripping even while the rest of me is frozen in place, my chest moving tightly as you grope my tits.

My cunt is so tight when I’m like this, your cock splitting me open fighting against muscles frozen in time- unmoving without a nudge from you- slamming balls deep into me and humping against my warm hole. I even cleaned it up for you after you’ve been using it today; even more than you usually do.

I’m even better than a fleshlight, my cunt twitching and squeezing around you as you fuck me- eyes still open staring off into the distance, no idea that I’m being used or that you’ve been using me for weeks.

You rock my body, using me to push your cock further into my cunt- the cord of the showerhead bending and struggling against my weight as you shove me forward- pushing me against the wall of the shower for a better angle,nestling the tip of your cock against my tightly shut cervix as it twitches, pouring another load of your cum into me for the day.

this is going to be a little series i think, documenting the progression of a trans boy becoming his all boys boarding school’s rape slut :> this part is about the roommate.

NOTE: there is some stuff about the fact that he has a vagina being a secret and this being used as blackmail but there is absolutely no transphobia. never at any point is there invalidation of his gender. this is entirely divorced from the concept of gender as a whole.

enjoy :> btw let me know if i should put this under a read more. idk if i’ll have to make my account dashboard only at some point and i dunno if read mores work? this came out a lot longer than i thought it would lol

warnings: molestation, somnophilia, non-consensual touching, blackmail. ages whatever you want them to be lol

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your hands tremble slightly with anticipation as you gaze down at my vulnerable, sleeping form. i’d told you something that day that no one else in the school knew, and though at the time you’d listened, even giving me a smile, you couldn’t get it off your mind. you needed to see for yourself.

i’m wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets around my torso and shoulders, like always, but you only need access to my lower half. you gingerly sit on my bed, waiting a moment to make sure i don’t stir before peeling back the duvet, slowly and deliberately, your eyes taking in more of my body as it’s revealed.

you feel like you should’ve known. i’m not dainty by any means, but i am pretty short. i have dark, curly hair on my arms and legs like you, but my hips flare out wide. you’d appreciated what you’d seen of my body, since you did like the look of me, but you’d assumed i’d just had a fuller figure than most. but knowing you’d been so close to a pussy all this time… it makes something flare up inside of you. you feel almost giddy with nervous excitement as you pull the covers down past my knees, eyes on my crotch. i’m on my side, full, plush thighs pressed together, and whatever reservations you’d felt about doing this are gone.

you reach for me, then stop for a moment, biting your lip as you try to think this through. you don’t want to wake me up, you just want a look. you’ve never seen one in person. you’ll just pull my pajama pants down, take a peek, then fix me back up and go back to sleep. i’ll never know. this doesn’t change anything. i’m still your roommate, and i’m obviously still a boy, just a boy with a pussy. and i don’t have to be aware that you’ve seen it.

reassured, you place one hand on my shoulder and slide the other one between my knees, then slowly, gently, push me over onto my back. i sigh, but my body moves pliantly, my legs falling open with the help of your hands. you inhale excitedly at the sight of my parted thighs and can feel blood begin to fill out your cock. you’d be embarrassed for getting horny so fast, but no one’s there to witness it, not even me. i’m still fast asleep.

you want to touch, just to see what it feels like when there’s no cock and balls to fill out that space, but you resist the urge. you’re just here to look. so you avoid putting your hands between my thighs and reach for the waistband of my pajama pants instead. you could probably pull them and my underwear down enough to look inside without actually having to get them down my legs. just really quick. 

you pinch the elastic of my pants and my underwear in your fingers and slowly pull it away from my body and down a bit, leaning over to peer inside, holding your breath.

the room is dark, but you can still see the shape of my cunt pretty clearly. it looks different than you thought it would, not like anything you’ve seen in porn. my lips are soft and puffy, but between them is what looks like a little cock, about an inch long, you’d guess, jutting out clearly and prominently. it’s weird looking. you wonder, do trans guys grow penises?

you glance back up at my face again. still asleep. there’s no way you can stop here. you have to check this out. and if you’re not going to touch me, then you need a clearer view.

with a bit of slow and careful maneuvering, you get my bottoms down past my ass and to my mid-thighs. with my legs straightened, you can hardly see my cunt, so you pull further. 

fuck it, you think. you’ll put them back. you throw the covers back and tug my bottoms off my feet, leaving me naked from the waist down, and set them aside.

my pussy is bare, right in front of you. your heart is pounding. being mindful of my reactions (or lack thereof), you gently tip my legs apart again, bending them at the knee to spread them further. you’re mesmerized by the sight of my slit parting the more you spread my legs, revealing soft, pink insides, making your cock throb in your pants. 

you lean down a little to get a better look. i keep myself trimmed, leaving only a layer of short, closely-cut hair that you guess might feel like a kiwi to the touch. the little pseudo-dick transitions directly into minimal inner lips. there’s no clit that you can see, and you realize that the tiny cock you’re looking at must be my clit. you don’t know why it looks like that, but fuck, it’s hot.

the inner lips extend downwards to my hole. you bite your lip. you’re a virgin, like me, and a lot of our classmates, but you can tell that my pussy would be ridiculously tight. you assume vaginas stretch– how else would they get fucked?– but as it is now my tight little hole looks like its the width of your pinkie finger. 

you lean back. you’re getting harder by the second. i’m totally soft and prone, unaware of what’s being done to my body, and that would probably stay the same as long as you’re careful. i’ve slept through this much, right?

you quickly but gently brush two fingers down the folds of my cunt, then look up. i don’t respond. you do it again, but a little slower this time. there isn’t even a hitch in my breath.

you don’t pull your fingers away, instead pressing down lightly on my lips and pushing them apart. the hair feels fuzzy, like you thought it would. the slight pull on my skin spreads my inner lips as well, exposing more pink, glistening skin. 

you let go, moving upwards to flick your thumb over my clit, and watching as it springs back into place. this time, i finally react, and it’s almost enough to have you launching yourself back to your side of the room. my thighs twitch a little, and my pussy clenches down, but after a moment i relax again. you do it again, but my body stays slack. you hadn’t even thought about my body physically responding, since you weren’t going to touch me in the first place. but now that you’ve seen it, you want more. you want to see what happens to someone when their pussy is played with.

mimicking what you would do to yourself, you lightly pinch my little cock between your thumb and forefinger and rub back and forth. my cunt contracts again, much to your delight, and you can see my abdominal muscles tighten. i arch into the touch a little and let out a soft sigh. 

as you continue to rub my clit, you feel it fatten up a little under your fingers, poking out of its hood more. you try everything you can think of while watching to see what happens. you rub it between your fingers, you push it back and forth, you lightly tug on it, you pull back the hood and rub the head with your thumb– that one makes my whole body jump, and you decide to stay away from doing that again, even though it made your cock twitch.

but when you pull your fingers away, your attention momentarily drawn away from my clit, you see that i’ve started to leak, dripping wetness down to my ass. you’d been so focused on my clit-dick that you hadn’t thought about actually putting anything inside of me, even though that’s what pussies are for. that’s why they get wet. and if i’m getting wet, i must want something inside.

you won’t fuck me. you’ve seen all the stuff about consent. that would be rape. but it’s not a big deal if it’s just a finger, you think. or two.

you lightly press the pad of your index finger against my hole, feeling it give a little, before pulling away. a string of slick connects your finger to my pussy, and you have to cup your erection with your free hand. you won’t rape me, but fuck, you kind of want to.

you dip your index finger inside of me and let out a shaky exhale. i’m so wet you can hear it, quiet sticky sounds of my pussy clinging to your finger, like it’s trying to suck you in. you pull your finger out to spread the wetness along my slit before plunging back in, this time pumping it in and out at an increasing pace. your other hand is in your pants, now, rubbing your cock directly. you can’t help it. it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, way hotter than any porn or magazine. 

you push your middle finger in. it stretches me slightly, and you don’t pay any mind to the crease in my eyebrows. you’re starting to breathe a little heavier, eyes fixated on my cunt as you finger fuck me. you no longer care about being careful; i might as well be a toy for you at this point. when i try to close my legs to ease the discomfort, you just push them back open again with your elbows. i’m starting to stir, head tossing back and forth, and when you try to push in a third finger my eyes flutter open.

i blink at the ceiling for a moment, groggily regaining consciousness, but i feel a burning between my legs. i hiss and snap my thighs shut, but there’s an arm between them. i lift my head and see you, masturbating furiously while you finger my wet, aching cunt.

“w-what the fuck are you doing?” i croak, my blood running cold and my stomach twisting itself into knots. your head snaps up, and the look in your eyes increases my panic tenfold. you look irritated, like i interrupted you. “get off me! don’t touch me, please, don’t–”

i try to push myself up and away from you, but you suddenly yank your fingers out of my cunt and shove me back down with a hand planted on my stomach.

“do you want the school to know you have a pussy?” you snap, and i look up at you, mouth hanging open in shock. you look surprised too, like you weren’t planning on saying that, but you double down on it. “you told me about it, it’s only right you show it to me. come on. it’s not a big deal. just stay down and be quiet, i’m almost finished.”

i don’t know what to do. i’m completely shaken by the violation and betrayal, and on top of everything, i’m horny. i don’t know how long you’ve been touching me, but it feels like it must’ve been a long time. my pussy is hot and sensitive, and when you push your fingers back in– just two, thankfully not trying three again– it feels weird but good. 

i’m trying to process what’s happening, dealing with my fight or flight instincts, but you’re right back to what you were doing, thrusting your fingers in and out while you jack yourself off, having pulled yourself out of your pants to masturbate openly. with nothing else to do, i begin to cry, laying limp on my back while you do what you want. i don’t want you to tell anyone else.

you don’t speak again, the only sounds being your labored breathing, the squelching of my cunt, and my soft cries. soon, your breathing tips up into a groan, and your cock shoots spurts of sickeningly warm cum onto my thighs and pussy. 

you go still, breathing heavily as you calm down from your orgasm and slowly stroking yourself while you watch your cum drip down my skin. i press my face, burning with humiliation, into my pillow so i don’t have to see you ogling me. 

you pull your fingers out of me and wipe them on a clean spot on my thigh. i feel you get up from the bed as you walk a little awkwardly to our bathroom to clean yourself off. you’re nice enough to come back with a box of tissues and set it next to me.

“…don’t tell anyone,” you say after a while, voice a little rushed. “it’s not a big deal, okay? i just wanted to see. and now i’ve seen. it’s fine. nothing’s changed. you don’t want anyone else to know, right?”

you’re right. i don’t. it’s not something i’m ashamed of, it’s just– it’s personal. it’s private. and it feels like that’s been ruined. but there isn’t anything i can do about it. besides, i’m sure you won’t do it again. 

i tell myself it could’ve been worse as i gingerly wipe myself down with tissues, embarrassed by how much of my own wetness i have to clean up. by the time i’m done, you’re already back in bed and asleep. like nothing ever happened.

(2/?) he could move you, bend you over a stool so others could watch him toy with you. make you beg for him to fuck you. after all, with that much teasing, would he even need to make you beg? or would you do it of your own accord? a drunken, drugged slut desperate to have his cunt filled. people would really be interested now that you’d be available to be fucked. maybe they’d surround you, just watching at first.

(3/?) but as your “date” finally pushes into you, someone decides what the hell, your mouth might as well be put to use as well. but first, maybe he’d restrain your hands beforehand, tied to the legs of the stool with others belts. and then as there’s no way for you to get out now (not that you’d want to, I imagine), he can fill your pretty mouth with his cock. filled in both ends, does that sound nice to you? just a toy for other men to use.

(4/?) as one person cums, another could take his place. you could be there for hours, with your tummy filled and cum running down your legs by the end of the date. your “date” would let the bartender fuck you a good few times during the night. after all, what better way to pay for his drinks than offering a tight, warm cunt begging to be used? maybe those who didn’t fuck you just recorded it, a pretty scene for them to watch for their own pleasure at home.

(5/?) would you enjoy knowing people could watch you being fucked while they pleasure themselves? they knew it wasn’t entirely your choice but it was so pretty to watch you taking more cock than your body could handle. your legs shaking, drooling onto the bar floor. nothing but a fucked out mess. if you got a choice, would you go home with the man who brought you out for such a fun time? or would you rather not make that choice, him taking him back to his place, whether you wanted it or not?

(6/?) he could pay for the taxi with your pussy, just like the drinks. I’m sure you’d be eager to be fucked on the bonnet of his car - maybe others would hear you and take advantage of your holes too. to be fair, you’re such a handsome boy, really you’re asking to be raped, to be bred. either way, by time you’re in your date’s house, your legs would probably be ready to give out with cum still dripping down them.

nobody had used protection so who knows whether you’d be knocked up or not? once your “date” brought you in, all you’d want is to lie down. you’ve had a busy night after all. but really, wouldn’t it be selfish not to offer your holes to your date again? he was the one who’d began all this, and your holes are desperate to be filled again. luckily, he’d be thinking the same thing. it’s only midnight, you’re gonna be there for a long time.

(7/?) you’ve just about managed to find your way to his couch, waiting, when he’d come back in. and how kind, he’s brought some water for you. though it burns going down your throat, and tastes like that drink you had earlier. though it must be water, he’s too nice to give you anything else for the night. but when he sits down beside you and starts groping your chest, you start to feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

(8/?) he’d move one hand to your neck and another into your underwear, delighted at your dripping holes. your head is groggy but you want one thing. to have his dick inside you again, to be violated again. maybe if you asked nicely enough, he’d even bring you to his bed. luckily, he’d be able to restrain your hands to the headboard. just in case you changed your mind, but that can’t happen now.

(9/?) holding your face down with your ass up like a good whore, he’d wet his cock with your juices before shoving himself into your ass. it’s the only hole that hasn’t been used tonight and fuck, it’s even tighter than your cunt. without realising, you’d be pressing back into him, wanting to be filled as much as possible. obviously he’d leave some marks on your ass too, so you’ll have a few reminders of your night. seeing as he’s already cum, this time it’ll be a lot longer.

(10/?) but when you hear the doorbell ring and voices enter, it’s clear it’ll be an even longer night than you expected. you can’t see who come in but you can feel them looking at your body,fantasising about how they’re going to fuck you. when your date finally cums, you could feel it flood your insides, and when he pulls out someone else takes his place. then another, then another, then another. you’d probably begin to lose count, as they start alternating between your pussy and ass.

(11/?) i’m sure your hips would be left covered bruises. maybe when they’re all finished and your holes are dripping with cum, they’ll leave other things in them. bottles, plugs, brush handles, who knows? but they would certainly leave you there for the rest of the night. you’d just eventually pass out, unable to stay awake. by morning your holes are even more sore than they were before you slept. more of them must have come in and fucked you during the night.

(12/?) but i’m sure you’d love that, hm? the knowledge that you were used again while you couldn’t do anything. now the real question: would you want to leave? would you want to forfeit being a fucktoy for that man and his friends, or would it be perfect for a desperate slut like you? i think the latter. maybe he’d make you go back to that bar or just in public and offer your body to strangers. he could keep you inebriated and drugged, a compliant angel, perfect to use.

(13/13) he could keep you safe, tied up if need be; or knowing how much you’d like it, just free in the house. not free to leave obviously, after all toys aren’t allowed to leave their home. always prepared to be fucked, letting others fuck your holes whenever they want. so, what would you think of that?

holy fucking shit holy fucking shit holy fucking shit

i hardly have anything to add onto this this is just? perfect. perfecto. magnefique. this made me so wet. but i wanna answer your questions about this particular fantasy even though you already hit the nail on the goddamn motherfucking head somehow, especially since lately i’ve been feeling less hard rape and more manipulation or drugging or non-con to con. like did you read everything on this blog or are you just a mind reader??? bitch the fuck

anyway

1. i’m so shy about making noise irl. im so dirty and depraved but when it comes to saying nasty things out loud it’s hard for me. i’d be blushing profusely and probably trying to close my legs (not trying very hard though) but some noises would just slip out, letting this guy know that i loved what he was doing to me, even if i didnt want to admit it. he wouldn’t need confirmation though, my pussy would be soaked. i get wet so easily and i drip so much

2. jumping off of that point he’d need to make me beg. but i’m already loopy from the drugs and riding a high from what he’s doing to me it would be much easier than usual. as soon as an attractive dominant man gets his hands on me or uses a stern tone of voice with me i’m like a dumb puppy. i’d be so embarrassed but i’d love all of the attention, love seeing men masturbating to the sight of me being used and hearing their humiliating comments. especially men that would usually intervene with this sort of thing, but i just look so cute getting my little holes fucked. even if i don’t understand why i love it and why it makes me wet. i’d lightly resist at first, try to whine no, no more, too much, but i’d open up for any cock that came my way pretty fast.

3. even after being rocked back and forth on that bar stool (i love the idea of him using my pussy for payment btw) and probably squirting a puddle on the floor, i’d still try to be a good boy, fix my cum-stained clothes and go home. like i hadn’t just gotten my shit wrecked. maybe i just like him being forceful at this point? wouldn’t take very much force though, i’d love it if he was laughing and being condescending while he dragged me out, like i was just his idiot friend who had too much to drink. i think it’s finally over (and i can’t decide if i’m happy or sad, everything’s so hazy) but i spend another 20 minutes on my back on the hood of the taxi, my “date” holding my legs apart because i can’t keep them open by myself anymore while the taxi driver fucks me, then other patrons leaving the bar.

4. i love the combination of alone time with him and being used by others again. he should get dibs on using my virgin ass for the first time. it would hurt a lot, i imagine, but once he’s pounding away at me i’ll squirt again for sure, and he’d laugh at me for being such a dirty little boy and making a mess on his couch. but i just can’t help it, he dosed me again and everything is just so hazy.

5. i think, as soon as i can walk again, i’ll try to leave, but all he has to do is wrap an arm around my shoulders and steer me back towards his couch, being all nice and cooing at me that i should at least have a drink before i leave, for my trouble, we don’t want me getting thirsty on my way home, that would be terrible, it’s the LEAST he can do. and i just shrug and blush and say, well alright, but just a glass of water, because i can’t help myself around dominant men, and i know what’s going to happen. by the time my lips first touch the glass my pussy is already starting to moisten again, and within five minutes he has me on his lap, shorts around my ankles while he fingers me and kisses my neck. he’d always keep me dosed up, sometimes enough that i’m just a limp doll or even unconscious, but most of the time just enough that i feel light and giggly like good boy pets should.

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I'm standing at the entrance of the discount theatre,staring at my phone,waiting nervously for you to arrive. The wind blows up from under my skirt making my legs freeze as I clench my coat, praying you show up as I can feel my nipples poking through my shirt. A few minutes later, you show up and we hug. I feel your fingers casually graze my ass right before you take my hand and lead me inside.We pay for our tickets, grab our popcorn, then walk into the theatre which is empty except for a small custodian who exits as we arrive. We make small talk through the trailers that eventually turns into flirting right as the lights dim to signal the start of the movie. 

Around halfway, I start getting bored. Seeing as we're the only ones in the theatre, I take off my jacket, lean on your shoulder, and put my legs up on the chairs in front of us. I stay that way for little while longer until I start feeling stuffy. "It's fuckin hot. God why did I wear a sweater? Ugh-" I raise my hands over my head, pulling off the sweater and tying it around my waist, leaving me in a lacy yellow and black bralette in the same checkered pattern of my skirt.

I smirk as I lean back into you, this time spreading my legs then rubbing them together every couple of seconds. The next time I'm about to close them, your hand grabs my thigh, caressing the smooth skin up to my panty line and down to my knee. I blush as your other hand slides over my chest, pinches my raised nipple and rubs it between your fingers. "Look at me kitten." You mutter,and take your hand from my thigh and turn my face to meet your eyes. "Good girl." You whisper as you kiss my lips, then my cheek leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, then finally to my chest. I give a hard gasp as your tongue takes the place of your hand and teases my nipples through the fabric. 

By this point I'm squirming and on the verge of making a moan, when you stick your fingers my mouth. "Shhh baby, we wouldn't want someone else to hear you. Then they would know how much of a slut you are." I nod, not wanting to make a huge scene but I was also having too much fun to stop. "Mmm yes boss," I mumble. 

You kiss me softly as you undo your belt buckle. "What a good slut. Just for that, I'm gonna give you something to help you keep quiet."  My heartbeat jumps into my lungs as you take out your cock and push my head down on your lap. "Suck." I nod, lay across your lap, and devote my attention to your hard dick. I kiss the tip all the way down to your balls before deepthroating you. I suck on it for what seems like ages (though it was only 10 minutes) until my mouth is covered in drool and my panties are completely drenched. I wipe the drool off with my sweater as you pull me off your cock and into your lap. 

I can't help but grind on your dick, partially pleased when you moan from how wet I am. "Open your legs and pull up your skirt babygirl." I smirk and do so eagerly.

"Ok sir~", I say still grinding, my smirk wider with each small moan you make. You eventually decide you can't take it anymore, pull off my panties slide me on your cock, and stuff my panties in my mouth. 

"Be quiet or I'll stop." you growl before rapidly fucking up into me. I'm so wet and sensitive as I try to hold back my cries even though you feel so amazing. I cling to the armrests as my eyes roll back from the sensations. Your hands eventually slide up under my bralette while you move faster, whispering how much of a slut I am into my ear, kissing my neck and telling me how badly you want to cum inside my pussy.  I'm close to tears and overwhelmed with ecstacy as you switch to rub my clit, your cock slamming hard against my g-spot. I want to scream and shout and tell you how bad I want it but one I didn't want to be found out and two, I really didn't want you to stop. 

Breeding(1) + Somnophilia(2) + Soft(20)

and ty for clarifying for me!

You roll over, the ping of your phone waking you from a light sleep- anticipating the brightly colored notification on your screen. You’ve been tracking my cycle, the text across your screen cheerily letting you know today is my most fertile day.

I’m still sleeping soundly next to you, but you can’t waste any time today- there’s only so many hours in the day, and you should be spending all of them filling me up. Even if I haven’t started the day yet.

You shuffle, nudging my legs apart to run your fingers along my cunt- warm beneath the blankets even exposed all night. You’re tempted to tease the plug in my ass, but it’s better for me to get some more rest before I wake up. Your cock is already hard, head throbbing against my skin as you drag it along my folds- sinking inside.

I breathe out a sigh as you bottom out inside me, fighting to keep quiet when my cunt feels so good. You rock your hips, testing how soundly I’m sleeping. I snore softly, my shoulders moving subtly with every calm breath I take.

You can’t help yourself, stroking my hair as you shift my body; spooning me tightly against your chest until you can feel my heart beating; steadily thumping against your own. You stroke your cock into me, rocking against me.

My pussy hugs against you, pulling you inside as you make me wet. Your breath hits my neck, the smooth skin there enticing you to press your lips against my pulse; trailing kisses along the calm beat of my heart.

It doesn’t jump when you pull back to fuck me harder, teasing my clit with your fingers to feel my cervix open up for you; letting your cock further inside me, reaching to my womb. My body spreads itself open for you to breed me, ready and waiting to milk your cock for its fertile seed.

You don’t want to make me wait for it, my pulse jumping as I moan breathily in my sleep. Grabbing my hip, you pull me against your chest once again to hug me tightly; burying your cock into my cunt to hump against me once, twice, three times before you spill.

Ropes of hot cum shoot out into my womb, filling me up and spilling back out around your cock for you to fuck back into me- pulling our hips further together to keep your seed inside me to take hold.

a/n: hi! i also wrote haunted house and anniversary gift, this is my first time submitting with an alias! i recently made a blog to showcase my stuff at @tumtimetime though its currently a bit empty at the moment. this is hopefully a part one! i intend to write more later uwu

She shouldn’t have gone out at night.

Everyone always whispered quiet rumors about the woods around here, about the shadows that crept in the moonlight, about the girls that went in and never came back, drawn by some devilish siren’s song. They warned her.

She didn’t listen.

Her bare feet stepped through the forest floor, the plush undergrowth and fallen leaves crunching underfoot as she gingerly stepped over tree roots, fallen logs, patches of odd-looking mushrooms. She didn’t know where exactly she was going, but it felt right. This felt right. The cool wind blew softly around her, blowing long locks of silver-blond hair and a dainty white nightdress, beneath which was only bare, milky skin.

She shuddered at the coolness, breathing in the sweet scent she followed, feeling her nipples harden beneath her dress as her mind wandered with anticipation. What might she find out here? What could there be that drew all those other girls out before her? She didn’t know, but she was eager to find out.

god fuck yes that sounds so nice

being claimed so thoroughly that the instant anybody sees me they know i’m owned, afraid that they’ll invoke my master’s anger if they try to even look at me

This ended up getting a little longer than I meant it to~