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This is my side blog, and somehow one of my followers ended up blocking my main blog because I liked a nsfw post I wanted to read later. Tbf my main doesn’t have my age listed, so it's understandable.
What makes it funny is that now, when they like the posts on this blog, the count increases… but their name doesn’t appear.
It's okay, I still know it’s you 😆
In hindsight, I probably should’ve included my age on my main blog if I was going to interact with posts like that.
Warnings: non con, kidnapping, stalking
Summary: After a hard day at work, you reach home. You fish for your phone, lost in the sea of your bag. Instead of your device, your fingers hook and reel in a crumpled note that makes your stomach churn.
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"You shouldn't be surprised that I know where you work and where you live. After all, I've been inside you. I've watched your greedy cunt swallow my dick in that one week which we got to know each other really well.
Do you remember how you said no? It only took me a few minutes to make your dirty little pussy a sopping mess.
Remember how you cried and fought? Now you've got the shape of my cock memorised.
I'm so proud of you. So let's do it again, yeah?
On your way home from work tomorrow, I'll rob you from the streets and rape you senseless all over again."
I've pinned my tag list! I've always had a tag list but I'm not sure how many of you knew. Now there's no excuse not to know, heh.
Let me know if the format is unruly and if it would be easier to list them as vertical dot points instead (or any other format, for that matter).
Nonconvember
As you might know, I'm a tortoise when it comes to writing lol (a cute tortoise though, please 🐢). BUT I've got my grubby little hands on the likely 2026 Nonconvember prompts and I'm trying my best to participate in it this year. Knowing me, I can't make any promises, but my other writings might be put on a hold because of this. I'll... do my best... amidst irl responsibilities...
(I'm telling you guys this as public humiliation for when I don't finish my Nonconvember fics despite starting in March 🤪)
Warnings: Teasing, oral sex, vanilla
Summary: Part 2 of moans being sexy, not just how they sound, but how they feel too
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"Mhmm," you felt the low, lengthy moan against your throbbing clit. Your swollen bud buzzed with delight, sending shivers that made your toes curl and nails dig deeper into your partner's skin.
"Hmm," another blissful thrum of notes reverberated through your highly erogenous zone. You moaned in reply when you felt their wet tongue swirl around your clit.
Their small chuckle made you bite your lip painfully.
"You can feel that, huh?" They grinned mischievously. You sighed in reply, feeling a slight smile grow on your face; they knew exactly what they were doing.
They pursed their lips around your clit and commanded you, "cum."
The tight pressure was amazing, but really, it was the vibrations from their voice that sent you over.
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Game: Dead by Daylight
Warnings: Non con, mentions of somnophilia, anal, orgasm denial, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, humiliation, violence/physical abuse including choking and slapping, character death
Summary: Part two of Ji-Woon has his way with his little pet, conscious or unconscious, willing or unwilling, it doesn't matter to him.
A/N: Sometimes I'm mad that this dude has zero remorse, then I remember I'm the one who wrote this story. F*ck. Trust me I'll get my revenge on him!! He'll be sorry for his horrible actions! (ง •̀_•́)ง
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
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Ji-Woon was not the type to stand and stare with his limp cock in his hand. When his precious Tokki had passed out, the only break her body was graced with was the Trickster carrying her up the stairs into one of the upper rooms of the chalet.
There, he found, and settled them both in a room which had a creaking single bed. The mattress was thin, worn and greying, but otherwise surprisingly well kept due to the icy conditions preserving its state.
Ji-Woon continued his assault there. He took her again and again, using his tongue, fingers and insatiable cock. He came as he wished, using all her holes. He loved the way her pussy and ass wrapped around his shaft and filled him with her heat.
For the first time, he tried her mouth too. It was slightly disappointing, he noted, and the stillness of her open mouth was lackluster compared to her lower holes which would reward him by involuntarily clenching every now and then.
His pet phased in and out of her own violation. She would often stir as Ji-Woon was balls deep in her ass, adorably try to struggle, then fall back onto the bed.
Rounds later, she would wake again, holes uncomfortably wet, sore and stained with Ji-Woon's cum as her swollen clit was flicked and teased. She would squirm, moan and gasp like a whore, then lose reality.
At one point, his bunny cried in her sleep, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. Ji-Woon lapped them up and continued ravaging her pussy with his long digits as he speared her abused ass with his cock. He cooed in her ear as comfort, and when she awakened to his sweet whispers, she realised just how tame her nightmare was.
It was delightful to take her. She truly was his limp, pliable toy, a sex doll to cum all over, and a rag doll to throw around and sully. But as Ji-Woon left another bite mark relentlessly along the nape of her neck, he couldn't shake the nagging voice in his mind that kept reminding him of his little one's disobedience.
"Fucking whore," he hissed, slapping her right breast. It wasn't enough. He pinched her clit painfully and pumped her delicate ass hard. Despite his rough treatment, she continued to sleep.
How dare this stupid slut, that came to his rape, not listen to him? Her whole purpose was to sing for him, and when she refused, it irked him. In Ji-Woon's career, he had never heard of an instrument choosing not to sound the note directed by the musician.
"Uhn-!" Ji-Woon grunted as he sprayed his seeds inside her back entrance. His pet's anus clenched, her sphincter gripping his base tight as he left another load of his semen inside. His exit was smooth, assisted by his saliva and the many rounds of ejaculate left beforehand.
"N-no... more, please," the Trickster heard his little one croak. Ji-Woon could hear her throat was like sandpaper.
"Tokki," the killer murmured so gently that a stranger would have thought they were lovers, "when did you come to?"
"No..." she moaned, her entire body sore from his abuse.
"Tokki, I just wanted you to say my name whilst cumming. Why didn't you, hm?" The Trickster's hands crept down her abdomen, nice and slow, making sure his pet could feel every deliberate touch he left on her skin.
He sank his palm down into her lower belly, causing her abdomen to clench. A filthy, slick squirt of cream and blood shot out from her holes and oozed down her folds and ass cheeks like a thick smoothie.
"I-I... feel sick," his pet mumbled almost incoherently, "it's cold." Her chest quivered as it rose and fell in weak, shallow breaths.
"Say my name and I'll make you feel better."
His touch was gentle again, soothing against her sore muscles. His hand was warm, perfect for her cold, pale skin. Ji-Woon rubbed her clit delicately.
"Tokki, all you have to do is say my name, please."
She was awake, but remained unresponsive. Her eyes were glassy and far away. The only reactions she gave were the soft sighs and gasps as he moulded his fingers against her clit.
Ji-Woon pushed a single digit in. The walls of her spent hole responded, her lower muscles relieved at the size difference of its current invader compared to the killer's hard dick. That relief came in the form of pleasure, and she whimpered with unwilling delight.
His finger waded through the slop in her cavern, extracting vile wet sounds from between her legs. Her folds squished from the cocktail of juices, made from a mixture of their bodily fluids.
“A-ahhh~” she whined into the pathetic pillow. Her clit buzzed with bliss and she gasped. Ji-Woon smirked as his precious toy tried to shy away from his pleasurable touch.
"Say my name," the Trickster demanded.
He slid another finger in, using his two digits to pry open her used cunt. Her slit was opened and with her entrance exposed, more white cum spilled forth, escaping her soiled womanhood.
Ji-Woon scissored her vagina until a pool of the nectar gathered and soaked into the mattress. All the while, he teased her clit, stroking the small bud pleasurably.
"C-cant-, no, you won't... I shouldn't..." her words were slow and slurred, and didn't make sense, but it was clear she was approaching her peak.
Ji-Woon growled and withdrew his hands.
"A-ah?" His pet's eyes fluttered. "W-wait... I was-" she wriggled her body instinctively trying to retain her mind.
"You know what I want," the Trickster's glowing eyes darkened as he dipped down, arms hooking each leg to hold them open. When she tried to close them, he dug his nails painfully into her thighs.
Ji-Woon pushed his tongue into her.
"Mhnmg-ah!" She cried out. Her cunt contracted, hugging his tongue snug inside her and begging to release the sweet knot of tension that Ji-Woon had tied in her belly.
Before she could reach her high, Ji-Woon's tongue retreated.
"N-no, I..." She couldn't articulate herself, she stared stupidly at the ceiling, "I just want..."
She never finished her sentence.
When her legs relaxed in his grip and the threat of an orgasm subsided, Ji-Woon pushed into her again.
"Tokki," Ji-Woon moaned, he explored her hole, tasting the cum, blood and juices mixed inside. He curled his tongue up, dragging his wet, velvet muscle along the rough patch of her sex. He stole the little heat left in her body from her trembling core. Ji-Woon groaned into her cunt, sending vibrations from his throat straight through her trembling walls.
"Oh-!" His pet cursed. She rolled her hips, wordlessly begging him to tongue fuck her harder. Ji-Woon couldn't help the smile on his face when he pulled away, making her whine.
Her bottom lip quivered.
Ji-Woon was enjoying it. Her little squirms of frustration, the way her pussy twitched and throbbed on his tongue desperately waiting for him to make her cum.
His denial was spiteful. He used slow long licks and gentle suckles on her clit to build her pleasure. He led her to her peak and when she tried to cum, he would yank her leash back tightly, and consistently, never once allowing her to leave the cage of frustration he had trapped her in.
When her hips rolled and bucked for even just a tickle of friction, Ji-Woon would hold her down, refusing to let her move how she wanted or needed to.
"P-please..."
Please? Please??
The word somehow sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Before he knew it, Ji-Woon's hands clawed their way up to her throat, pinning her down and squeezing it. His lips were by her ear, seething toxic venom directly into her mind.
"You think I'm going to stop because you said please?" He said. His fingers dug into her flesh. "Do you remember what happened when I said please? When I ask you nicely, you should do it, Tokki."
His pet gasped and struggled weakly under Ji-Woon who towered over her. The killer raised a hand and struck her across her face. Her hair flew wildly, strewn across her face and the musty pillow.
"Plea- N-no!" She cried, choosing her words wisely.
"You little slut, Tokki, you're the one who messed up, don't cry about it," Ji-Woon slapped her again. The mark of his palm bloomed across her cheek. He kept his other hand on her throat squeezing and releasing in intervals, keeping her on the edge of life and death.
Desperate for her melody, his hand descended to her leaking cunt. He dug two fingers in roughly, thrusting them to draw out her cries. Her legs kicked wildly but they were too weak to push him away. He had already turned them into jelly from his insistent teasings and assault. Ji-Woon continued to regulate her oxygen, only allowing her one precious breath each time she started going purple.
She clawed desperately at his arm, wriggling and fighting him with what little strength she could muster. Her eyes fought to stay focused.
"Wanna say my name now, huh?" Ji-Woon spat on her cheek. Ji-Woon leaned in and violated her ear with his tongue. Each time he squeezed her throat, her cunt would respond on his fingers.
Ji-Woon grazed his teeth along the shell of her ear. Teasingly, he counted slowly and deliberately, drawing out her torture, "3… 2… 1… say Ji-Woon~"
“Ji-Woon~” he sang, as if teaching a child how to speak. It was completely within his knowledge that his pet was unable to respond.
"N-ngg!" She struggled for air, trying to escape the killer’s vice-like grip. Ji-Woon watched with glee as her face, instead of blue, was turning red. She was flushed beautifully red from the humiliation of being one step away from cumming uncontrollably.
Ji-Woon withdrew his fingers and released her throat, allowing chaos and confusion to ensue within her as the feeling of sexual frustration and the relief of being able to breathe again competed against each other. She stammered stupidly - mindlessly - unable to express what he was doing to her.
Ji-Woon barked a nasty laugh. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.
Immediately, his hands returned to assault her. Her cunt was now being fed its relief but her lungs were screaming for air again. The curve of Ji-Woon's fingers imitated the blissful curve of his cock rubbing against her most tender spot. Her hazy eyes told him her world was spinning. He could feel her heart pumping wildly in her chest, trying to send oxygen to the rest of her body, but her blood refused to leave her selfish, flushed, aroused cunt that begged desperately for an orgasm.
Ji-Woon waited with purpose. He held her throat patiently until the violent stutter of her hips finally fell back onto the bed with a wooden creak and her eyes rolled back and she drooled helplessly.
Just before she was granted the mercy of having darkness swallow her, the Trickster bared his fangs in a grin that was far too wide for his face. His grip relaxed, and Ji-Woon allowed her one, single breath.
Her chest rose to inhale precious air, and when his fingers tightened on her throat, he felt her channel suck in the digits violating it. Her eyes found his, wild with panic and desperation so pure Ji-Woon could tell there was no plan concocted in her mind to retaliate against him. She was operating on instinct.
That one, precious breath saved her for just a moment longer. She was heaving, covered in cold sweat.
With her last breath, whether she knew it or not, she finally relented.
"Ji-Woooon!!" She cried. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she wailed his name with all the air left in her lungs.
Ji-Woon's response was immediate. There was something utterly wonderful, utterly pleasurable, about hearing his name from her lips. It was like ecstasy in a sound. His body convulsed with delight and he grunted, "urgh!"
Seeds spurt from his tip onto her stomach, his cock twitching uncontrollably as his lower muscles spasmed like crazy. Ji-Woon shuddered, moaning as his hips bucked, blowing a load so thick and creamy it was as if he was the one who had been denied.
He hadn't even realised he was hard. Now that he was feeling his release, he could tell just how aroused he had been torturing her.
Distracted by his own climax, Ji-Woon was too slow to withdraw his fingers and felt his Tokki cumming as well. Her vagina hugged his digits, squeezing and drawing pleasure that surely erupted throughout her denied body. She stopped resisting him, releasing herself to the pleasure that overwhelmed her. He felt the tension leave her body as she squirmed, moaned and gasped with euphoria. When her orgasm finally subsided, she relaxed into him, her cunt fluttering erratically.
"Ji-Woon..." she chanted under her breath, "Ji-Woon, I'm sorry, Ji-Woon, Ji-Woon, Ji-Woon..." she kept repeating his name, as if it would save her.
The sadistic man moaned his pet's name, muttering incoherently about how good, and how sweet and precious she was. Cum dripped from the slit of his cock and his member glowed red with sweet warmth and satisfaction. The melody of his name on her tongue was orgasmic in itself.
"See? See how good we can feel when you just listen to me?"
"It doesn't feel good being denied, does it? Release feels better, doesn't it?" Ji-Woon dived down and snuggled into her, resting his face in the crook of her neck bruised with his markings. He kissed the marks, lapping soothingly at them before coming up again to stare down at his little one's resting face. Her eyes were half lidded but empty.
It was cold, and Ji-Woon felt his nose running. There was something tight and suffocating weighing his chest down and closing his throat up. Ji-Woon sniffed, then kept sniffing. Something fell from him onto his pet's pale face.
"Aah.. Tokki," Ji-Woon's voice was oddly strangled and when he blinked more droplets fell, and they kept falling like the start of a heavy night storm.
She was a bit too cold, and a bit too still. The reason for his tears eluded him, but the feeling reminded him of the time he attended his band member’s funerals. His tears didn't stop, and they continued to choke him as he sobbed.
"Tok- kki…" he hiccuped, voice thick with tears. The Trickster clung to his pet's dead body as the Entity rose to take her away. The dark essence extended its claws, reaching for the body. It pried the body away slowly, as if allowing the killer all the time he needed to let go. Its hunger for suffering was surely satiated from Ji-Woon’s performance.
"We could've had more fun, Tokki," he whispered into her hair, "next time don’t die so easily."
His pet's limp body slipped from his embrace and fell into the Entity's. He could barely see her disappearing through his blurred vision. As she faded into the abyss, Ji-Woon felt a tightness in his core. Without looking down, he knew he was firm and twitching again.
Ah, he truly was a despicable person for craving her this much.
Phew! Everything is so hot here, i came here from ao3 years ago and your writing is amazing 👅 everything ties up so well (from the title to the last sentence + author’s note) and i really live sweet dreams!
Your stories get me through every luteal phase 🫣🫶🏻
Years ago?? 😳 Wow, thank you for enjoying my writing, even down to my silly author's notes!
Sweet Dreams is a good one and sometimes I go to it too 🙈💦 and here's my little secret to you: my pieces are from the luteal phase to the luteal phase 🤭
Warnings: Intercrural sex (thigh sex), choking, hardcore/rough
Summary: Rough and hard and feral. Just how I like to be treated.
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Today, it was on the cold, hard ground. No penetration, all he did was rub himself between my thighs. I was so wet, dripping all over his hard cock and I loved the way the upwards curve of his dick made his tip kiss my clit.
He stroked my slit with his length, making my folds tingle and my toes curl. When I felt myself cumming, I tried to crawl away, but he pinned me down painfully.
He grabbed my throat and squeezed. My world spun.
It felt so feral and raw and animalistic… Like fucking, not making love. His firm, hard shaft dragged itself between my smeared thighs and I saw stars twinkling. The sweet bliss left no room for negotiations - I was forced to cum all over his dick - and he hadn't even put it in yet.
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Warnings: dub con, non consensual use of drugs, kissing, humping
Summary: I love chocolates, as well as love chocolates.
A/N: Happy Valentines Day~💖
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He could barely breathe. She captured his lips again and again, desperately, like she needed him to live- no, survive. Her arms were slung around his neck and she straddled him, swallowing his groans of delight.
Her hips rolled impatiently, humping his leg for friction. She kept repositioning, until the dip of her crotch found the bump of his erection. He swore he could feel her wetness through his jeans, or maybe it was his own precum. His cock throbbed.
Her lips traveled south, sucking and licking and kissing aggressively, and finally he had a moment to breathe. His chest rose and fell wildly as she inked him red with love bites, humping his clothed cock eagerly all the while.
The small crinkle of a chocolate wrapper sounded in his hand, making him smirk.
"Happy Valentine's day, baby," he swept her hair and tucked it behind her ear. As she finally put her hands on his pulsating member, he groaned and quietly thanked the love chocolates that had promised to make her drunk on his cock.
Warnings: Mostly vanilla, cow girl, arousal
Summary: A guy has sexy aura and your girl just can't handle it.
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"Aaaah~" a long moan escaped her throat as she slowly slid herself down his length. He filled her fully, splitting her slit open with his fat girth. The slight curve of his manhood prodded and rubbed against her spongy walls that adjusted obediently to accommodate his unique shape.
He felt good inside.
Heat burned in the place they were connected and she took a moment to adjust to the overwhelmingly sweet bliss, intimacy, and that animalisitic instinct of joy to hold his firm, hard cock in her slippery vagina.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" A handsome smirk made her swoon, "fuck yourself on my cock."
Her heart clenched and her mind left her. Just his command alone was enough to make her cum.
not really an ask I guess but a request, of course you don’t have to write this but I think it would be hot if you did————— so there is this dildo that stopped being sold because enough people sent back reviews saying that it wasn’t possible to fit into the vaginal canal because it was too long and too thick and now I just really want a story with that in it where the girl makes it fit, or someone makes it fit in her, with bimbo/slut training involved as well, love your writing
Warnings: Non-Con, death of pet (guinea pig), kidnapping, mention of forced oral sex (male receiving), psychological and physical abuse, manipulation, dacryphilia
Summary: Your poor pet has passed away and your kidnapper uses it against you.
A/N: I'm not going to lie, I low key cried about lil' Stewart :'(
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"Sweetie? Are you okay?" There was a knock on your door. "I'm coming in."
The door creaked open, allowing a slither of light into your boarded room. The light was strong and had an orange tint. That's how you knew it was afternoon. You were curled in the corner, clutching a furry friend in the palm of your hand.
"I-it's Stewart, he's dead," you blubbered.
"Oh, sweetie," the man knelt before you and sighed. He reached out to cup your damp cheek as you sniffed.
"Baby, he was just a guinea pig," the man hushed you gently as his thumb drew loving circles.
"but he was my friend..." you whined, head flopping down. The shackles around your wrists clinked.
"Oh, I know, it's okay, it'll be okay, baby," the man easily pulled your body close to him. You had become light and frail the past few months. "I'll get you a new one," he promised.
"It won't be the same..." your fingers clutched Stewart's still body firmly, yet gently. "Stewart knew everything! He knew when I was sad, I told him all my stories, I shared my food with him-"
"Shhh," the man kissed your tears, "stop crying..." He cooed, before his voice dropped and he whispered in your ear, "you know I love it when you cry."
Snot ran down your nose and you sniffed, but the tears didn't stop. The man was suffocating you, he was too close, you had no space to breathe.
You could feel it. That cursed thing of his, erect again. It pressed into your lower back and you knew what was going to happen next.
"It'll be okay, darling, I'll make you feel better," His fingers danced on your thigh, tapping them playfully.
"I don't want-"
"You do," he hissed sternly, digging his nails into your skin. Then, his tone was gentle again, "you want this, baby. You're a good girl."
"I-I... yes, I want it..."
You didn't even know his name. You just knew what would happen if you said no.
"Good girl," the man praised, "it'll be okay if you're a good girl, alright? Good girls get their meals and they get a furry friend. Really good girls get hot meals and walks in the morning. You want those, don't you?"
You nodded, "I... I want to bury Stewart."
"We can do that on our morning walk," the man kissed the corner of your eye.
"Now," you couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness, but you could hear his wicked smile. "Really good girls give blow jobs whilst crying."
"And they do it without biting," he added as an afterthought.
You fumbled in the darkness until you found his firm, warm length.
You wished the last two months was all just a dream. You wish you could escape, run away or find the strength to fight, but you couldn't. You were weak and broken.
Even though it was dark, you closed your eyes.
It'll be okay if you're a really good girl for him, you told yourself.
Warnings: cock warming, free use, self degradation/objectification, dirty talking, mention of masturbation
Summary: I just want to be your perfect cock sleeve, great for all things related to your cock.
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I just want to spread my legs and hold your cock inside me. Whether soft or hard, just open my thighs and put yourself inside whenever you please.
I'd sit on your lap for the whole day if you let me, warming you with my needy hole.
When you get bored, you can pinch my sides and I'll start rubbing my clit. You'll get to feel my tight cunt grow wet and my walls contract around your penis as I work myself up.
Then, when you're fully erect, please shove me down and fuck me senseless, because I'm your perfect little cock sleeve.
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Warnings: Fingering, sex toy, mention of multiple orgasms
Summary: A secret meeting between two secretly dating office workers, how scandalous!
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"What if someone sees?" she hissed, straightening the skirt that he had ruffled up. A handsome brow quirked up in confusion as his gaze wandered pointedly around the cleaning supplies that stared back at them.
"Who, the broom?" he cocked his head with a cheeky smirk.
"No!" She huffed indignantly, "what if they saw you push me in here and come in whilst we're... y'know."
"Mhm~? No, I don't know," he murmured against her skin, leaving soft bites that wouldn't leave marks; She had a client meeting later. He nibbled on her ear.
"How is our little friend down below?"
"Wha-? Hey, are you even listen- Mhng!" She moaned as he slithered a finger past her dripping folds, traveling up into her clenching cavern to hook around a thin wire.
When he yanked the wire, a buzzing bullet followed, making her gasp. Her cheeks were glowing red.
"Tell me, how many times have you cum so far?"
"F-five...."
"Make it six," he growled his promise as he plunged his hand deep inside her once again.
