Possessive yandere rapist gf when. Masturbates while secretly watching you shower gf. Takes out her jealousy by fucking you senseless gf. Anyways.
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sobbing while a werewolf slams into me because it’s pressing too deep and the knot’s not even in yet
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i love lying after daddy does something bad to me. looking at all my friends and saying i must have fallen, that’s why my face is all red and my side is tender. that’s not a sole print on my face, i just picked at it too hard. i’m so clumsy, dad was just helping me up off the ground. covering up everything dad does to me because i never want it to end…
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This still hasn’t happened this year and I’m eagerly awaiting the day that my body fails me and my mind blurs and gives in to her demands…
the idea of not being able to forget, or having to sit with the memory, twisting it up until it’s more erotica than rape. maybe even posting about it on here like it was a scene. it’s almost better to think of it that way, isn’t it?
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i think the problem is when im horny i just cry and jerk off to 5-6 sentence Tumblr posts about beautiful women raping other women. instead of. u know. actually interacting with said women.
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kidnapper fucking your holes brutally, not caring anything for your pleasure. taking you hard and fast, putting you in whichever positions feel the best for them. choking you and enjoying how you tighten up and the way your sound struggling for air
and then later, when you’re sore and sensitive and soaked, taking their time to coax pleasure from your exhausted body. playing with your holes, enjoying how soft and warm and wet they are. teasing you for your tired moans and gasps. too worn out to resist the orgasm building as they smirk at your weak attempts to deny yourself
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older brother who tricks me into getting way too high my first time, coaxing me to keep taking hits because of course i can’t stop before i’ve learned to do it without coughing! and then when i’m all dazed and hazy tells me don’t worry, i know how to make it all better. i’m not sure how pushing me face down on the bed and pulling down my boxers is supposed to help, but if he says so it must be okay, right? any thoughts of protest are quickly put out of my head when he starts sliding into my hole. i let out an embarrassing moan when he bottoms out, and as he begins to fuck me more little noises are forced from my throat. he slowly ups the pace until i’m unable to do anything but whimper and grab the sheets for leverage as i get pounded into the bed
when he’s finally off of me i collapse onto the bed, panting and whining and shaking from the exertion, still in the clouds when i feel his hands spreading my ass again and something even larger starting to push in
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cnc somno fantasy, where my kidnapper/stalker has been visiting me regularly to jerk off while I sleep. at a certain point they start using my hand to stroke themselves, entranced by my soft little hands. a while more and they notice I don’t wear much to bed, so once they’ve cum they use it as lube to finger me. they wonder how I manage to stay sleeping, but they start to make a habit of it. eventually they give in to their urges and start gently using my hole— first just as a place to cum after they’ve jerked off, but eventually it’s just too tempting and they sheath themselves fully inside— careful not to move too much to keep me asleep
over time they become more needy, and actually start drugging me so they can use me more freely. once they’re accustomed to using my hole— and they’re sure their more spirited thrusts don’t wake me— they start eying my mouth and ass as possible conquests. again starting gentle and slow as if they have some doubt about their lack of restraint. rubbing their cock head over my lips becomes popping in and out of my mouth becomes maneuvering me to the edge of the bed, head hanging slightly, so they can sheathe themselves fully in my throat and stroke the bulge with their cupped hand
just… slowly transgressing every boundary they ever told themselves they would never cross, until they are using me completely and freely like a sex doll
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Getting a knot that’s just absurdly too big for my little puppy cunt forced inside while they growl and bite the scruff of my neck to keep me in place no matter how much I cry and beg for my owner to come help
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was talking to a girl about her bottom surgery plans and how dysphoric she is about her dick and how she has to force herself to jerk off once a day so she doesn’t lose any length. that’s potential pussy depth, you know? she wants to maximize her material, and is willing to brave daily dysphoria to do it. how touching…
so this girl keeps stammering out how uncomfortable it makes her to thrust into her fist every morning and I notice she’s not looking me in the eye. so i tilt her chin up to look at me. once, then twice, and then I see her yield, something going blank the longer she looks right at me.
and then i ask her: “how does it feel, to thrust?”
she keeps looking at me in the eye. i don’t think she realizes she’s grinding up against the blanket. i lay my hand in her lap.
it feels… pervy. like i’m a gross boy again.
“Thrusting feels pervy? Makes you feel like a boy? Like you can’t control yourself?”
she nods. poor thing is blinking repeatedly, can hardly string words together. it seems that continued exposure to me isn’t very good for fakegirls. i feel like a boy right now but i don’t know why… she slurs.
“Well, honey, look down.” Down to where you’re rutting against me like you’re trying to get my hand pregnant
Finally she breaks eye contact and her eyes flicker down to her cock, hard and twitching and grinding up against my hand. Thrusting.
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i know i should think that all sexual violence is bad no matter who’s doing it. but something about a man doing it makes me feel more repulsed. i like when women abuse me, deep down. i’m a major masochist. i fantasize constantly about hunting packs of women taking me down and gangraping my holes while i sob. but i don’t want to fantasize about men. i don’t want to have the intrusive thought of a man pinning me down, overpowering me despite all my bragging about taking a queer-org’s self defense class a few weeks ago. don’t want to think about his dick, splitting me open while i try to kick and bite.
so yeah, dressing up as a boy just to rape me would make it worse. but it would make comforting me so much better, knowing that at any moment you could cradle me close and drop your voice on me, feel me stiffen up when i realize what you did.
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being kidnapped with a tgirl and kept chained up in the same room, given aphrodisiacs that fill us with the overwhelming urge to breed. trying not to give in because she’s always hated topping, hated the way it made her feel after the dopamine rush was gone. and while i sometimes slipped the head of my vibe into my cunt when i was alone, the threat of pregnancy made any piv terrifying. but as our arousal grows, sweat makes our clothes stick to our skin until we shed them, panting into each other’s mouths as she holds me down and ruts deep into me. we hate it. it makes us both dysphoric and objectified. we know our captors are probdbly observing us, waiting for us to revert to our base instincts. but we can’t help ourselves, giving up on our identities just to feel the bliss of fucking to breed.
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girl who invites you over to her house on your third date or so and she makes you dinner and tea and you think this tea tastes kinda like dirt and she’s like oh sorry i must have oversteeped it! and you like her and don’t want to be rude so you drink it anyway
and then 30 minutes later your comeup starts to hit she drags you to her room, shoves you onto the bed, and cuffs your hands like this was all planned - which of course it was
the ceiling is breathing and you’re sinking into the bed and all you can do is take it while she slowly pushes her strap into you - for the first time tonight, but certainly not the last
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Non con fantasy where a princess, tired of her knight’s chivalrous rejections, decides to simply drug them and take what she wants
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God, fuck me.
Genuinely, by the neck, in a collar.
Man, woman, anything in-between. Lick, fuck, finger. I want it so bad, just getting someone to take over, let me devote myself to you entirely under the guise of sexual pleasure.
