#noncon?

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"You're such a stupid fucking slut. You'd let anyone fuck this juicy pussy, wouldn't you?"

You didn't know who this was, just that the voice sounded familiar. Female, someone close to you, someone you know very well, someone you hang out with on the regualr. All those details, but still no conclusion.

You knew you liked the way they fucked you from the back though.

"My darling, such soft skin you have. Makes me feel like I have ruin it for you," she chuckled, "how do you think," she paused and brought a sharp knife to your throat, "this would feel carving into your supple skin? Cutting you open until you bleed out. I'd definitely rather use this instead of a pen to write on you."

"Oh, my god," you breathed.

"Yeah? That sound nice to you?"

You moaned as you pressed for her name, "who- are you? Why are you doing this- ah"

"Honey, you know me. It honestly pains me that you don't recognize my voice."

That's true, the voice was familiar, but fuck you couldn't for the life of you figure out who this person was. I mean, you could probably guess if it weren't for the huge cock filling you all the way up and brushing over your g-spot with every thrust.

"You know me. Tell me my name and you'll get to cum. Come on, baby."

You wailed pathetically at her command, honestly too muddled to obey anything and anyone. "No, please let me cum! I don' know your name, but p-please let me cum. You feel t'good!"

"That's not fucking happening."

She grabbed you by your hair and pushed your head into the pillow under you, pulling her cock out suddenly causing an empty feeling wash over you and pull a muffled whimper out from your throat. Your whines filled her ears before a shrill scream did, the scream being a result of slaps the rained fire on your bottom.

"Who am I?" She growled in your ear.

And when you wailed out a pitiful "I dont know" followed by a cut-off apology, the woman only intensified her onslaught upon your already-beaten ass.

"Wrong answer, baby."

She repositioned her body and pushed her cock inside your sopping pussy again, fucking you with a vigour that didnt seem to be there before. "Tell me who I am, Y/N."

When you gave no answer, only squeaking and moaning into the pillow, soaking it with your drool and tears of frustration, she spoke again, "I'll give you three clues, and if by the last one you still don't know who I am, well, I guess we'll be here all night, and trust me that won't be fun for you."

The woman turned you over and used her hand to cover your eyes, pressing down on your tear-stained and drool-covered face to continue her thrusts without fail.

"Listen up, baby, here comes the first clue. You've known me your whole life." The sounds that followed were moans and whimpers, then a disappointed click of the woman's tongue, "Still nothing? I guess that was my bad. That was kinda shallow."

"Please, please," you sobbed as your core avhed for release, your orgasm teetering between snapping and holding together.

"Alright then, second clue. I've called you beautiful more than once." When you whimpered, she chuckled, "Oops, was that too shallow again, honey? Too fucking bad."

"I'm gonna fucking cum. Would you like that? My cum filling you pretty pussy up?"

"God, yes. Please fill me up. Dump you cum into me. Can I cum too? Wan' cum with you, please."

"D you know who I am now?" You whimpered, "Thought so- oh. I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming."

With one final thrust, the woman came inside you, ropes of cum shoot deep inside your womb, no doubt ensuring pregnancy. The sensation made you shiver, it almost being enough to unravel the coil in your tummy, but you held strong, fearing what could cum if you cum without permission.

"Gods, that felt good," the woman panted. "Last chance, honey. Who am I?" She asked continuing to fuck you like she hadn't just dumped a month's worth of cum.

"Last clue, make it worth it, darling. You have a secret crush on me."

Your heart dripped the same time your orgasm tore through uncontrollably. You screamed her name out as you came, your hands finding home in the woman's biceps.

"Wanda! Wanda! Wanda!"

The both of you panted, Wanda's hands moving off of your eyes. Her smirking face revealed to you, her soft gaze finding your blissed out one. Her fingers carded through your hair as the two of you stayed locked in a sultry haze.

"Good girl, baby. You did so well for me."

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I'd been doing a bunch of "moe" drawings lately. Here I go back to my usual ways.

(my fursona is telling them to fuck)

Chrissy decides to put you in your place when she corners you alone in the showers or locker room

Pinning you against the wall or bench, gripping your throat and plunging her fingers into your cunt without warning. Telling you she’s the one in charge here and how you need to get in line as she mauls your tits, sucking and biting at your breasts and nipples, leaving marks as the lewd squelches from your cunt get louder and louder, echoing off the walls.

You’re cumming embarrassingly fast and loud, so she takes her hand off your throat, covering your mouth as you roll your eyes back and roll your hips, taking her hand further as she licks your face and whispers in your ear about how you’re not such a bitch now, how well she’s going to train you, before she slides her fingers out of you and sits on your face

As she rides your face she’s moaning out how you need to obey her or she’ll ruin your life, about how she’ll make you the cheer team sex toy. All you have to do to not fuck your life up is to do what she says and be her pretty little secret girlfriend and make her happy

“If you make me happy your life will be so much easier. I’ll make you popular! I’ll make you happy! I’ll make you…” she gets cut off with a moan, squeezing you head between her strong thighs, pulling your hair, and humping frantically on your face, cumming with a string of insults and expletives

“Fuck! Oh my god you fucking bitch! Eat it! Eat my cunt you fucking whore! Yes! You fucking slut! Yes!”

Trigger warning: Violence and implied death. I just needed to be angry.

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | Fuck Yes | Oh god you don’t even know

Buddy yes. Please!!!!

For once you were grateful that Jack's hands were on you. At this point, they were the only things that were holding you up. Well, that and fear of his punishment if you disobeyed him yet again.

He didn't consider this a punishment though. No, this was a treat for him. To watch you squirm above him while he grabbed your hips, pulling you down so you could grind against his mouth more as he bit as sucked on your abused labia. If you tried to pull away, he was quick to deliver a harsh bit to your clit and a sharp slap on your ass.

Your knuckles were white with the grip you kept on the headboard. Anytime another orgasm ripped through you, you were sure the wood was finally going to splinter and break.

"That's it, baby doll," Jack breathed out as he slipped two fingers back into your sopping cunt, curling them inside you and rubbing against your sweet spot. "You can do a few more for me, can't you?"

You shakily nodded as you felt the all too familiar heat building back up, "Y-yes, Jack."

"That's what I thought," he hummed against your slit as his fingers began to move faster, "I bet a slut like you is used to this. Aren't you?"

You bit your bottom lip as your hips began to move on their own, bucking down onto his fingers, "Yes."

"Then tell me, who's slut are you tonight?" he said before wrapping his lips against your sensitive nub and sucking hard while his tongue swirled around the tip.

You screamed his name as you came again for the umpteenth time, your fingers dig into the wood to keep you up, as your wetness enveloped his fingers and face.

Jack greedily lapped up your leaking essence as you mumbled gibberish above him while your pussy twitched above his tongue from overstimulation.

"That's right. You're mine. So we're going to go again and again until you remember that you belong to me."